Darryl Turner practically broke the Speed Limit racing to get home. He knew that the fight he'd been having with Barby, his newlywed bride was now officially over. Thank God for that! He was ecstatic about that, because he hated fighting with her.
From the very first second he'd laid eyes on the pretty 21-year old, he'd been smitten. She had walked into his Drama Class and the 26-year old University Professor was a goner.
Barby Hill was sheer, exquisite, compact perfection. Everything he'd ever wanted, tied up in a neat, delectable 5'2" package. From her strawberry-blonde hair, to her bluish-grey eyes, to her pretty nose with its light dusting of freckles, her slightly crooked smile. From her gorgeous, round breasts, high and firm, to her sexy legs which she never failed to show off. Perfection. Irresistible.
From the moment she'd walked into his Drama class, she had him. Her personality commanded attention. Barby was fearless, she sat right in front, short-skirted and high-heeled, the stiletto points of her shoes catching the sunlight. When she spoke, her voice was soft and husky, suiting her perfectly. She had an eager, facile mind, when she asked or answered a question, it was always pertinent to the discussion. In every exercise, she put her all into it. When she did a love scene with one of the male actors, Darryl was clearly jealous.
Men swarmed around her like bees, but unbeknownst to Darryl, she'd set her sights on him. He tried hard to resist, it lasted for a week. Darryl realized that life was too short, so he broke University protocol and asked her out for coffee. Barby played it coy – for all of about 45 seconds, she was as deeply infatuated with him as he was with her. She thought him extremely sexy in a scholarly kind of way.
Barby melted every time she saw him, his strong masculine face with it's firm jawline, piercing brown eyes. She liked his dark brown, slightly rumpled hair and his goatee with the few streaks of grey. This was the man for her and Barby was not to be dissuaded.
For their coffee date, she decided to put on some extra "oomph". She wore a tight pair of short-shorts, a snug halter top, her hair up slightly, and another pair of stilettos, black. Darryl barely tasted the coffee, he was so overcome with her sheer loveliness. She was like a little sprite that had enchanted him. Not wanting their time together to end, Darryl asked Barby out to dinner, which she readily accepted. It was one of the most amazing nights of his life, the sometimes-staid collegian had never met anyone like her.
Darryl followed that dinner with another impulsive action. He asked her out for dinner the following evening and asked her to marry him. Ring in pocket, he got down on his knees and popped the question. He was sure he was soaked with perspiration, he was terrified she would say no, think him insane, reject him.
Crying like a baby, Barby happily wailed "Yes, Yes, YES!" and hugged him so tight he thought his eyes would pop out. They found a Justice of the Peace that night and were married. He called the University that night and told them he wouldn't be in for a few days, he was going on his honeymoon. Darryl thought the Dean's secretary, nosy old Mrs. Beals, would have a coronary.
Snuggling close, her head on his shoulder as they drove to Niagara Falls [ Barby had never been there before ] she looked up at him with her beautiful eyes and asked "Are we crazy?" She smelled wonderful, lilac and baby powder. Darryl had never felt so happy, so in-love.
"If we are, who cares. I know that I love you. I know you love me. You're my wife, I'm your husband, that's how it's going to be, got that?"
"Yes, Professor sir!" Barby giggled, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
Darryl got a helluva lot more than a kiss on the cheek when they got to the Hotel. She wiggled out of the tight pink mini-dress she'd been wearing, totally nude underneath. The little minx didn't even have tan lines. Aggressively, Barby pushed her husband down on the bed, rubbing her succulent tits over his face. He took one nipple in his mouth, she cooed with delight, ripping his shirt off, buttons popping off like popcorn. Barby kissed down, down, down, her scrumptious tits wrapped around his cock moments later, moving up and down his shaft teasingly.
Barby let his dick move in between her breasts, licking at it, then taking it into her mouth. She slithered, licked, teased and fellated him – then she let her Darryl return the favor. He'd only done this a few times, his previous lovers had been rather unimaginative. His sweet Barby was so tasty, she practically had to pull his lapping face out of her pussy.
When the newlyweds finally FUCKED – for they were now so hot for each other, the sex was pure, raw animal lust – the sexkitten wrung an orgasm from her new husband unlike anything he'd ever known. Darryl returned the favor by fucking holy hell out of her tiny body, she slammed and screwed him back with equal fervor. They were a perfect match.
Sex was like that almost every time, their lovemaking was unique and innovative. Barby liked that Darryl would pamper her, bathing her, giving her little nibbly kisses, making her feel loved and like a wife. Darryl, in turn, was captivated by Barby's erotic heat. She never seemed to tire.
Her youth didn't bother him either. She had a maturity beyond her years, she was smart, funny and sparkled. When they went to dinner in the Hotel restaurant, every eye was on his wife. Barby only had eyes for him.
Like all good things, the honeymoon came to an end. The newlyweds moved into Darryl's new house. His mother had finally settled accounts with his deadbeat dad, who had paid
no
child support for nearly 20 years. He'd come into money, Darryl's mother had hired a shark of an attorney, who got a hell of a settlement. She generously shared the wealth with her son, and daughter, Jisel. Barby only had a few bags to pack, having the meager possessions of a student. She gave her roommate Belinda a hug, promised to call and off the couple went.
Once they got to their new home, Darryl
insisted
on carrying her over the threshold. From there, they made their way to the shower, where he screwed her from behind, water splashing everywhere. They laughed and played and carried on until they fell into an exhausted slumber. It had been a wonderful month until 2 nights ago, when they'd had their first fight.
Over breakfast, Barby asked him straight out if he'd finally called his mother yet, to tell them about their marriage and to invite her for dinner, so she and Barby could meet. No, he hadn't done that yet. Barby flat-out erupted. "Why the FUCK not?" she raged.
Darryl saw that his bride had a redhead's temper, but he kept calm, trying to placate her. "Barby hon, I am not sure how to tell my Mother about us. How do you say – Oh gee Mom, I married one of my students after 2 dates. As for my mother - she's – well, it's hard to put into words."
True. Deandra was unique. She could be imperious, imposing, complex. She was the type who didn't suffer fools gladly. When his dad walked out 18 years ago, she just pulled up her socks, jumped right in, taking on a job as a Private Secretary and going to school 3 nights a week. She'd worked her way up to being Executive VP of the company, supporting him and Jisel both. Darryl had no idea how to tell her about Barby, despite how wonderful she was. "Oh, by the way mater, I married one of my students after only 2 dates?"
Barby just looked at him with a straight face and said:
"We will invite her to dinner and you will tell her Darryl, simple as that."
"No way in hell, angel. NOTHING with my mother is simple as that."
Barby had stamped her foot, they'd argued and he slept alone on the couch that night. He went to class the next morning, feeling rotten. Not only that, the furor over him marrying a student was not yet over. Some of the faculty and students pointed at him and made comments, but Darryl was almost oblivious to them. He just knew that he missed seeing his wife's sweet face in class that day, he missed having lunch with her. That was precisely when his cell rang.
His Caller ID showed it was her, his pulse raced. "I'm sorry, I love ..."
"Can you be home in an hour?"
