Bobby couldn't wait for the graduation ceremonies to end. Afterward, he and Paula were going to spend the weekend alone at a beach house her parents owned. He was surprised when both his parents and hers agreed to let them do that, but they had and, as soon as they could, he and Paula would be on their way.
As the young man sat there, listening to the commencement speaker drone on, and his thoughts drifted to what happened between him and Mrs. Dennison a few days earlier.
He'd been making progress in extricating himself from some of the relationships he'd been having. He fixed up one of his adult lovers with a friend of his, and they seemed to be hitting it off well, if what his friend Stacey told him was true.
Then he learned his aunt had a thing going with a police officer she'd met. He'd been debating what to do about Mrs. Dennison, a slim, beautiful black woman who was married to a doctor who was too busy to take care of his wife's needs.
After Paulette called...
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...Bobby went over to her house. She greeted him at the door when he rang the doorbell. He stared at her. She really was something else! Today she had on a knee-length white skirt, cinched around her neat waist by a black belt. A wonderful expanse of her dusky, flat belly showed above the skirt. Beyond that was a skimpy white top with black dots and black buttons and a white jacket. He looked at her and swallowed hard. She was dynamite!
"I'm glad you could come over today, Bobby," Paulette said.
"Ah...yeah," Bobby gulped. "Me, too." He knew he had to break off his relationship with her, but he also knew that he'd never forget her.
"Follow me," she said. She started down a hallway toward a flight of stairs.
Bobby watched her walk away from him for a second or two, then started after her. Watching Paulette go up the stairs was a treat. Her hips swayed wonderfully and her taut, well-formed calves looked very inviting. By the time they reached the second floor, his erection was pressing against his jeans. Paulette was one hot lady!
She opened the door to her bedroom and went inside. Bobby followed. Inside, she turned and grinned at him, giggled softly, and moved closer to him. The scent of her perfume was spellbinding. Her brown eyes peered at him, the look in them tempting. She licked her lips.
Bobby put his hands on her bare waist. The next thing he knew, she was pressed against him, her lips were glued to his, and her tongue was in his mouth, lashing his. A soft, urgent moan issued from her as they kissed, and her body moved provocatively against his.
Bobby made no secret of the tumescent mass in his pants, thrusting it against her while he clutched her to him. He slid his hands up warm, silken skin, under her loose top, onto her firm, bare, breasts.
Paulette groaned and rotated her hips against his swollen cock. "Yeahhh!! Oh, yeahhhh!!!" she moaned. "God, Bobby, you have such marvelous hands!"
Bobby teased the tips of her swollen globes with until they were as hard as he'd ever seen them then, with his hands shaking, he stripped her jacket, then her top, from her. His trembling hands moved to her waist, undid the belt and fastener at the waist of her skirt and let it drop.
Her eyes aflame, Paulette stood before him naked, save for a lacy white string bikini. Bobby gazed on her ravishing form. Unclothed, she was as lovely a woman as he'd ever seen, and the white undergarments made her look incredibly enticing! Her lean body was firm and rounded in all of the right places. Her breasts, though small, were incredibly shapely. She had a flat belly, rounded hips, and lithe legs. Her ebony skin was silky smooth and taut.
"You are gorgeous!" he whispered, reverence in his voice.
Paulette's hands were at work on his clothes, opening the shirt and stripping it from him, her actions heated, fervent. Then she was opening his pants, pushing them down over the distended pole that desperately sought to escape the prison of clothing that held it captive.
Bobby's legs were quaking, his chest was heaving. His mind was awhirl with wild, erotic sensations. He watched the gorgeous ebony-skinned woman sink to her knees in front of him, then he gasped with joy when her lips surrounded the tip of his swollen shaft. "Gahhhhh!!!" he cried. "Damn!!! Oh, Damn!!!!"
Paulette's lips performed erotic magic on Bobby's cock, which swelled even more as she sucked it. He kept his eyes shut. If he watched her, he knew he'd lose control! He was terribly close to doing just that as it was. Then the delightful caress of her lips was gone, along with the light touch of her hands on his buttocks. Bobby opened his eyes. She wasn't there! He looked around, desperate.
"Over here!" Paulette's voice came from behind him.
He turned. She was lying on the bed, legs splayed, arms beckoning.
"Take me, Bobby!" she urged. "Now! Hurry, Bobby!!!! I need you!"
He fell atop her and felt her fingers wrap around his cock. Ecstasy rushed through him as his rigid shaft sank into her welcoming body. His hips surged downward, burying his stave in her. Her legs wrapped around him and her hips worked frantically against his. It was as if she were trying to suck him into her! It was incredible!
"Gimmmeeeeee!!! Gimmmmeeee!!!" Paulette groaned, her hands clutching at him, raking his back. Her wonderful body labored against his.
Bobby was enjoying this as much as he always did. He'd made love with a lot of passionate women, but Paulette was one of the most passionate! He would have preferred to take things slowly, but she didn't give him that choice. Her response was so wild, so desperate, he found himself responding in kind. Powerfully, he thrust, feeling his cock sluice in and out of her humid gash. Release rushed forward, unstoppable.
"Gahhhhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Bobby cried as, with sensations so sweet they were almost painful, his juices flooded his partner's welcoming, pulsating channel.
