Over the next few days, Ryan could not get Charmaine out of his mind. She was so fucking hot! JustâŠeverything about her! The way her beautiful face looked with her hair up, or with her hair down, or when he was fucking her, or when she had his cock in her mouthâŠwas enough to blow his mind! And her bodyâŠher tanned, naked body with those nice tits and that perfect ass was enough to have him spanking all day long!
It was all Ryan could do to stop himself from reaching for the phone and calling her. No, she would have to make the next move. He had to win her over completely, and if she came of her own free choice then she would be all his. He would give it a couple of weeks and hope that she caved in without his urging.
*****
Charmaine, meanwhile, had again cried herself to sleep. What she had done to Danny that night â again â was eating away at her. She dwelled on it the next day, a Sunday. Her guilt turned into arousal. While she was in her bedroom, she found herself taking off her pants and slipping her hand between her thighs. Her fingers teased her clit as she tried to focus on her boyfriend. Ryanâs image slipped in her mind and she forced it out. The tingles that went through her body when she thought of him were undeniable, though. Soon, his image crept back into her mind. It was his face that was between her thighs, and it was his tongue that was licking her.
Charmaineâs breathing grew deeper and she began to writhe her crotch up against her hand. Her fingers were doing little circles against her clitoris as she pictured Ryanâs tongue on it. Her mind drifted to his nine and a half inches of cock. She thought of how it looked sticking straight up in the air, and how it looked when he eased it down the lips of her pussy. She thought of how it felt when it forced its way inside her, and how deep it could go.
She came with a gasp, her fingers diddling her clit rapidly as she humped her ass up off the bed.
*****
Besides school, Charmaine worked twice that week. The first time, the Tuesday, she had to force herself to take another route home. She could not pass Ryanâs house. The second time, on Thursday, she again found the strength to go a different way. She was so turned on she couldnât stand it! Danny would be over late on Friday. She only had to get through another 24 hours or so. She needed to keep her mind occupied that night. She drove over to her friend, Hollyâs. Charmaine was wearing a snug, white, long-sleeved shirt with tight black pants. As much as she didnât like wearing panties, she was. She had been wearing panties all week because her pussy had been getting wet with her arousal and she didnât want it showing through her pants. You never know!
She had no doubt that her panties were sopping wet on this night as well. Yes, she definitely needed a distraction before she went crazy and ran over to Ryanâs place!
She pulled into the driveway, got out of the car, and knocked on the door. Hollyâs boyfriend John answered.
âHey!â He greeted her. She caught him clearly looking her over. She was not all that attracted to him. He was okay, just not her type. She did enjoy the six inches of cock that he fed her that one night many months ago. She also enjoyed the attention that he gave her ever since that day. It was like the guy was obsessed with her!
âHi, is Holly around?â
âNo.â John smiled. âSheâs working, but will be back shortly. Would you like to come in for a bit?â Actually, Holly worked until 8, and it was only 6:30. He just wanted some alone time with this goddess. He hadnât been able to stop thinking of her these past few months!
âSure!â Charmaine replied. She stepped inside and took off her shoes. Her pussy was buzzing like crazy. Just being around a man â any man â was driving her insane with arousal. She prayed that Holly would be home VERY soon. She needed a distraction.
They sat side-by-side on the couch in the living room - the same couch where Ryan sunk that massive cock into her not five days ago. As soon as THAT thought crossed her mind, she felt her panties become even moister. She was considering just walking out the door, getting in her car, and driving to Ryanâs place. It seemed to be the only way for her to put out the fire!
John was sitting closer and closer to her the more they talked. By the time 7 rolled around, his leg touched hers. Electricity shot up her leg to her crotch. A mere touch did that! He was fighting off his own arousal, trying not to give away his intentions by having a big boner. He had to move quickly, or he would run out of time. He had nothing to lose â Charmaine would not tell Holly because they had already fucked before. The worst that she could do was turn him down. He wanted this woman more than anything! Just one more time!
Gathering up his courage, he placed a hand on her thigh and leaned forward, kissing her soft cheek. Charmaine pulled away.
âJohn!â She protested angrily. She was conscious of the gentle touch of his hand slowly caressing up her thigh. Her pussy was tingling uncontrollably. She had to get out of there! Too late, his hand reached the top of her thigh and her legs parted a little for him. He kissed her mouth. She pushed him back with both hands.
âStop it!â She ordered. John managed to keep his hand between her legs though, and he began stroking her pussy over her pants. Bolts of pleasure shot up her body, and she couldnât stop a sigh from escaping. Her hand grabbed his wrist and tried to move it out from between her legs. She only put in half the effort. His touch felt so good. John kissed her cheek again, over and over, towards her ear. She didnât push him away this time, but her hand did not relax on his wrist.
âPlease stop.â She said, worriedly.
âItâs okay Char.â He whispered. âWeâve done this before. Nobody has to know.â His logic made sense. She had nothing to lose, and perhaps he could put out the fire that was in her. But if she wanted to cheat, she would have gone to Ryanâs! And what about Holly? She would be back soon.
As Charmaine struggled with the decision, John was still kissing her neck and rubbing her crotch over her pants.
âWhat about Holly? Sheâll be home soon!â She protested. She gasped as Johnâs fingers rubbed her pussy a little harder, shooting sensations of pleasure up her body.
âShe works until 8.â John replied softly. âWe have over an hour!â He kissed her mouth, sucking her bottom lip outward. This time he was not pushed away. Charmaine knew that she was in trouble. Holly wouldnât save her, and his hand was feeling so good that she couldnât save herself. He kissed her lips one more time and then kissed the soft skin of her neck again.
âWe canât do this to Holly.â She breathed. At the same time, her hand let go of his wrist. He didnât reply, his fingers opened the button on her pants and slowly pulled down the zipper. She closed her eyes, her breathing becoming more laborious. He slipped his hand into her panties, running his fingers through the curls of her pubic hair. He touched her wet, swollen slit with the tips of his fingers and she stiffened. He ran a finger down her sensitive lips.
âOhhhhâŠâ she sighed. She turned her face towards him and their lips found each other. They kissed, softly at first but growing in passion quickly. She sent her tongue into his mouth, and he sent his the other way. Their lips were smacking loudly as they kissed sloppily. He dipped a finger inside her as he sent his tongue far into her mouth. He began to slide his finger a little way in and out of her slick tunnel, and she squirmed beside him. He knew he had her when he felt her begin to writhe her crotch up against his hand a little.