Desiree was a very different 19 year old girl than most. Most people called her Dez. She was by no means physically perfect, but there was just something about her that got the attention of men, usually black men. Never having been a "petite" girl growing up, she stood about 5 feet, 4 inches tall and was thick in all the right places. Large, round, firm breasts, an unusually bubbly ass for a white girl, thick, toned thighs, and a little bit of thickness in the middle. She wore a short, A-symmetrical styled hair cut that complimented her face perfectly and was the richest color brown with a few red strands standing out here and there. It gave her a little bit of a sexy, yet professional edge. And her eyes were a piercing, unforgettable shade of green. Desiree was more beautiful than she gave herself credit for.
Her age did not by any means reflect her maturity. She had been through a lot in her short life and had a good head on her shoulders. When it was time for business, she handled it. When it was time to play, she played like a champ. Dez was a guys girl. She could relax and chill with her girlfriends, but the drama was always present and she did not have time for it. She got a lot of attention from guys, but not from the right guys. They all seemed to have one thing on their minds. Fucking. We're talking, no strings attached, rough, spur of the moment, sloppy fucking. Something she'd had her share of, but was no longer interested in the older she got. She gracefully accepted these little thugs' compliments and kind gestures, but she wanted something more serious. She wanted a rider. Someone who would be there through thick and thin. Through the good and the bad. Someone who would treat her like the queen she is.
She thought she had found that certain someone. He was her type to a tee. A real rough rider. Tall, dark, and sexy. They fell in love quick, but that all changed. One night he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time and got arrested. There was no telling how long he would be locked up for, but it was gonna be at least a couple years. At first her thoughts were focused on him. She wanted to stick by his side through it all. But after not seeing him for 2 months, she had to make a decision. Going from seeing the person you love everyday to not seeing them at all is hard. Her feelings had changed. Her heart had closed a little bit. The whole situation broke her heart, but she knew she had to move on.
Now one thing about this man she fell in love with; he had introduced her to all of his friends. And one friend in particular had always caught her attention. His name was Tony. He was about 5'6" with dreads and big, friendly eyes, and he had the sexiest smile you had ever seen. His attitude and his swagger were one of a kind. He was one of those people who always seemed happy, but you could read through all that when you looked into his eyes. You could see his soul. He had been through a lot and had also been hurt a lot in the past. She knew he ran the streets sometimes and did things she didn't approve of. Selling drugs and fighting all the time, run ins with the police, getting shot at. This was just the way of life on the side of the city where he lived. You had to be tough to survive there. When Desiree was around him, she always had a good time though. And low and behold, he was the only one who came to her rescue to comfort her when her boyfriend got locked up. He told her he would help her out if she needed it and he would always be there to talk. He didn't try her. He never once brought up sex. He just wanted to be a friend to her.
Against her better judgment, Dez started to spend more and more time with Tony. She was having a good time, and he took her mind off the heart-ache she was feeling. He could always seem to make her smile. He didn't baby her when she was feeling sad though. He told her she needed to stop crying, lift her head up, and put a smile on for him. And she did just that. All this hanging out and chillin went on for a couple months and then Dez got her own place. She moved into her very own apartment. This was single-handedly the most joyous occasion of her life thus far. She had always fought with her parents and they restricted her from so many things. They definitely did not approve of her relationships with black men. Moving into a place of her own was definitely a big step and a well deserved one at that.
Desiree and Tony kept up their "friendship" for a while. It was always flirtatious. By this time, Dez's "boyfriend", and Tony's supposed friend, was off her mind. She didn't want to cross the line with Tony but she was damn sure thirsty. Dez was a very sexual person and she never had a problem showing that, but with Tony it was different. He intimidated her a little bit. She didn't know how to read him. One night she invited Tony over to her new apartment for a couple drinks, something casual, just to relax, talk and cook some food. Innocent, friendly stuff.
Dez was acting like a giddy little girl for some reason. She had butterflies in her stomach the whole time he was on his way over to see her. She wore a pair of tight jean Bermuda shorts with a thin, white babydoll tank top and a blue satin bra and thong set. This outfit complimented every sexy curve on her body. She knew she looked good that night. She was showing just the right amount of cleavage and her ass and thighs looked simply delicious. She sat on her couch drinking a cranberry and vodka while she waited for him to come over. When she heard a knock at the door of her 2nd floor apartment, she took a deep breath, adjusted herself, and opened the door.
Tony stood there looking so good. He was wearing black capris, a red t-shirt, and a black, red, green, and yellow Marley hat that held his dreads. He looked her up and down admiring her beauty then he looked into her eyes, licked his lips and flashed that big sexy smile of his. She blushed, cheesing ear to ear and licked her lips right back at him. This was something playful they always did. She took a step back and let him walk in the door and he wrapped his arms around her waist, hugged her tight, and kissed her softly on the neck.
"What do you want to drink, beer, liquor, tea...what?" asked Dez.
"Shit...whatchu drinkin ma?" replied Tony.
"Cranberry and vodka." she said.
"Well how bout you sit down and let ME make you something." he said aggressively.
They conversed back and forth for a while and music played on the stereo. He came back into the living room after a few minutes and brought her a different drink. They both sipped on Tangurey and grapefruit. The conversation was different this time. They didn't talk about other guys or girls in their lives. They were focused on each other for once. They sat close on the couch. Tony would let his hand rest on her thigh every now and then and Dez would nonchalantly let her hand run up his leg or she would playfully touch his stomach. Tony and Dez kept drinking and after about and hour and a half, they were both hungry and wanted some food. Dez volunteered to start cooking something up so she stood up to walk past Tony and he playfully wouldn't let her walk by. She slapped him gently on the leg and her let go by.
Dez started fixing some snacks and making chicken wings in the kitchen, leaving Tony by himself in the living room. She heard him change the song on the stereo and looked over her shoulder to see him retreat back to the couch and begin sipping his drink again. They both wanted each other. They could feel it. The sexual tension between the two that night could be cut with a knife.
After about 10 minutes, Tony came and sat in the kitchen and talked to Dez while she cooked. He fixed her another drink. He put a few ice cubes in a rocks glass and then poured straight liquor in it. He wanted to try her so bad but he wasn't sure if she was completely over her boyfriend who got locked up. He didn't care by this point. He took a sip of the liquor and walked up behind Dez who was standing at the stove. He stood pressed against her from behind, his pelvis grinding subtly on her phat ass. She already knew what time it was. He drew the glass up to her mouth and poured some liquor in. Then he drew the glass to his mouth and finished it off. He moved her hair from her neck and kissed her gently. It sent chills through her body. He ran his tongue across her neck and sucked on it as his moved his hand around her waist and onto her stomach.
