Desiring Denise

The second, and final part of the story of love between a cancer survivor, and her longterm admirer. All characters are fictional, in their 20s & 30s.

I would recommend reading the first chapter first.

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Mum put both hands over her face, she wouldn't look at me but just said, "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," over and over.

"Mum, look at me!" I sternly said and she turned, "I'm kind of freaking out here," I said.

"Didn't you....didn't you sleep with her?"

"Yes! Yes I did."

"Didn't you, you know.... see her naked?" Mum asked, and I noticed her lightly touch her own right breast, in what I now realise was a soothing, instinctive movement.

"No Mum, she kept her top on throughout. What is this about?" I asked, with impatience, dumbfounded at the turn in conversation.

"Jack, Denise had to have her right breast removed," Mum said, as the colour drained from my face at my adolescent harping on about her breasts.

Then I remembered that text message I sent, the resulting silence and then I covered my face, only mine was in shame. "I gotta go," I said, throwing on a t-shirt, socks and shoes.

"Where are you going?" Mum asked as I lifted my keys from my bedside table.

"Denise," I said. "I've did something really stupid."

Mum tried to stop me and asked me what it was, but I wouldn't tell her, such was the enormity of my offensive text. I shook my head and looked at her as I got in the car, hearing Mum shouting, "Drive Carefully," as I wheel-spun away.

After driving for a while I was on the main road, opening up the car at speed. Keeping my foot planted, I was doing 115mph by the time I realised it wasn't worth losing my licence over, or killing myself.

Pulling up outside her home some hours later, I got nervous as, full of adrenaline, I had no idea what to say to her.

I put my knuckles up to knock twice, and nerves made me recoil before I, "Put on my big boy pants," as my Dad would say, and knocked three times.

Denise answered the door dressed in a knee-length, white night shirt with vertical brown stripes down it, and it buttoned down the middle. "What....Why are you here? She asked, holding her shirt in her left hand at her chest, and folding her other arm around it in protection.

She was clearly settled in for the night, braless underneath, and I almost melted when I saw the bulge of her left boob, contrasted by the flatness of her chest's right hand side.

"Denise, I had no idea, I'm so sorry," I said.

She didn't speak for what seemed like a year, just fiddled with the shirt, trying to disguise the area of nothingness.

"Who told you, Sarah?" she said, briefly looking at me before looking away.

"I did my usual trick of flashing my scars at my her, she naturally assumed we'd......Can I come in?" I asked, but she said the kids were there. "Isn't it Andre's weekend?" I asked, and she shrugged, turned and said, "Come in."

Closing the door behind me, I turned to see her walking to the kitchen, and she turned with arms across her chest and said, "Now you know....one-titted troll, that's me."

I was starting off by being on the ropes, I didn't know what to say. I moved to her and initially she moved back before we both stopped and she looked up at me. "It doesn't matter," I said and she smirked, shaking her head. Then I moved to her again, taking her silence as a small positive. "Denise, last weekend was something I've not experienced before, and I only want to experience it with you. I don't care, you are beautiful."

"That's what my husband said, before I suddenly wasn't," she all but murmured.

Now I moved right in front of her, "Listen to me," I said, gently gripping her shoulders as she assessed my hands being on her with a look to her right shoulder, "I've wanted this since I was a stupid little boy, now I'm a stupid man, trying to say sorry for a stupid joke."

"It's not just the joke, not just a text, but imagine you'd met my kids last weekend, only to then see my body and run."

I fixed her eyes, never have I looked so serious at another human being when I said, "I'll not run. I've driven here immediately when Mum told me, I'm stupid, I'm immature, I'm 27, but I'm....."

"But what? Sowing your wild oats with a MILF? Wanting to see what made my husband, my lover of 16 years, leave?"

"No," I said, not wanting to say what I was going to, in an argument.

"What then? Why are you here?"

"Because," I said, tilting her chin with my right hand, "Because I'm in love with you."

"No you're not," she said, turning away.

"Don't banish me like some sort of child," I said, going after her and feeling her shoulders tense as I touched them from behind.

"Well what an I supposed to do, Jack? You all but told me you're a boob man, and I've just got one, do I keep my top on forever?" Turning to face me, "Do I just sleep with you and pretend you're not going to run away when you see me for the first time?"

"Show me," I said, needing to do something to prove to her she could trust me as I gestured to her chest that she was now stroking, self soothing.

"No!"

"Please," I said with some authority, "What have you to lose? You show me your scar, I piss off and leave, and you get proven right."

"And if I don't?" She said, her tone slightly less dismissive.

"Then I don't get to stay a while, I don't get to prove to you that you are my absolute, on-par with no one, dream woman."

She shook her head, she looked away, she looked at me again, and then with a sigh, she reached for her top button.

She got to second oversize button, before lowering her eyes to her fingers again, as she too was watching her ebony skin emerge. Button three came free, only two to go, and taking a deep breath, button 4 parted to leave just the bottom one keeping her long shirt closed. I was so close to her that I could feel the heat radiating off of her between us.

Ridiculously, I was right back to my wildest fantasies about this woman, as even the sight of her opening her shirt had given me a budding erection, and as she had now reached up to her right shoulder and had began to lower her clothing down to expose more skin, more beauty, more territory that I never in a million years thought I'd see, and an almost perfectly horizontal, sizeable, dark scar where her breast had been.

I looked at her eyes, she was almost daring me to be repulsed but I definitely wasn't. Stepping right up to her, wordlessly, I put my fingertips on the top of her naked shoulder, and keeping my eyes fixed to hers, I lowered my hands to the little bump above her wound before gently, carefully, running my fingers along what was she saw as an ugly imperfection.

"Huhhh!" came from Denise's lips as she inhaled in a gulp whilst I ran my fingers from right to left, then left to right on her scar.

"I haven't ran away," I said, looking at her trembling lips and her questioning eyes.

I then ran my hand back to top her shoulder, and she followed my head and lips with her eyes as I leaned down, holding her shoulder blade in my hand, and placed a soft kiss on it.

"Jack," she said, as I kissed lower, down her skin that had been resigned to be covered up forever, by the actions of her ex-husband rejecting her. I kept silent as I kissed down to the site of her greatest ever battle, and gently kissed across it as she brought her hands to my head. She had stifled, staccato breaths before she groaned, as I lightly flicked my tongue along it, all the way from near the centre of her chest, all the way down to her armpit.

Point now proven, I kissed up her body, fighting myself not to explore the other side, as that would hopefully come. "You might not believe this, but I really like you," I said, pulling her in towards my groin by the waist, giving her no time to respond by closing my lips over hers, with them still trembling into my closed mouth.

"Oh god, you're hard for me, fuck you're hard! How can you be hard for this?" Denise asked me, after breaking off and gesturing towards her missing breast.

"Like you should," I said with a hand either side of her neck, "I hope to focus on what you have got, rather than what you haven't," and I kissed her lips again, properly and with slightly open lips to lap gently on hers with my tongue.

"Smooth-talker," she grinned, pulling back with a softening smile. "Is that like what you say to all the girls?"

"Absolutely," I replied, kissing her again before focusing right into her eyes, "I'm well renowned for fine-tuning my lines for chatting up stunning, amazing, black mothers of two kids, obviously all of whom having had a mastectomy."

"Asshole!" My black beauty said, with a big smile and a resumption of kissing.

Soon, we were properly locked in passionate saliva swapping. With my hands at her ridiculously curvy hips, I pulled her body right onto mine at the crotch, as mutual groaning, and whimpering from her, suggested we were both highly turned on. "Come," my teenage years pinup said, reaching behind herself to collect my hand to lead me through, into the corridor and past the bathroom, and into her warm, snug bedroom.

"You can't run away now," she said, still with slight trepidation as she turned to me.

"How much do you want to know how I'm not, 'Running away,' from you?" I asked.

"Maybe you can tell me in another way," she said, running her hands down my back, with her right one delving into my sweatpants to cup my naked bum, as I had neglected any underwear in my haste to leave home. Her left hand was fumbling at the ties of my pants, and soon they were sliding down. I took my own t-shirt off, throwing it onto the floor.

"Your turn now," I said, but she held her hands out to me and brought our bodies together again. My cock was underneath her one secure buttoned top, touching panties that welcomed me into their indent. I brought my hands up to her shoulders, kissed her and gently pushed the open shirt from her, hearing it falling to her feet.

I used our fervent kisses to disguise my hands journeying down her back. You may be thinking, 'Why hasn't he spent anymore time on her chest yet?"

I'll tell you.

Slipping my hands into her soft panties, I cupped her perfect, meaty peach into my palms. "Hmmmph," she groaned, then when I slid my right hand around her curve, to the warm, inviting slope between her thighs, she yipped, "Mmmp!"

"You're soaking," I said, rubbing my finger into her slit, thankfully still holding her with my other hand as her knees then buckled, when I first made contact with her clit.

"Aaaahh!" she cried, reaching to tightly clutch my cock, but soon I was hoisting her, almost off the ground if there had been enough of a journey between us and the bed. She was clinging to me, and it occurred to me she might instinctively be stopping me going south, as we crashed to the bed with my cock trapped between us, her legs were entrapping my hips.

"You know what I want, don't you?" I growled.

"Your cock in me?" She replied, still clinching me with arms and legs.

"That too," I said, "But you have to let my make love to your chest."

I kissed her lips after she nervously nodded. I kissed her cheeks, her chin and down her neck, after finally getting released from the sexiest straightjacket ever.

I re-traced my ministrations to her horizontal scar, turning her on in the nuances of sensation turning out to be more pleasurable than painful.

I had been holding her breast during this, my right hand was rubbing it's nipple, palming and moving it, just more than a handful.

She was patting and stroking my head, I kissed across and felt the softness, the fleshy treasure that I had long lusted for.

Her breast was perfect, a full teardrop, a motherly sag made it seem relaxed when I kissed over the fleshy mound, all around her darkened, puffy areola before sucking as much of her breast as possible in, sweeping my tongue over her nipple. I gorged on it and fed from it, I know that sounds stupid, but I did, feeding lust, feeding love and sexual satisfaction, all the while hearing Denise's ragged breathing and increasing moans of, "oh, oh, oh."

Reaching down, I gripped my cock, covered in precum and Denise's arousal. "Now I'm putting it in you," I said, my voice now husky in need as my right hand guided me, making her moan and spasm as it nudged her clit. "I'm going to cum," she said.

"I'm not even in you," I smiled back down her, feeling her move her hips to capture me.

"Please," she said, "I'm going to....AAAH!" Having broken through that initial tightness, my cock moved into....slightly less tightness, then rolling walls and a rippling vagina, as her body surrendered to the throws of passionately being wanted and pleasured by a man.

She clutched me, she swore, "Oh ffffuck, oh shit, oh god, I'm cumming I'm cumming!" I had never seen an orgasm so quickly, and very few so intense.

I hadn't even started to move in and out yet, an issue I swiftly remedied, building in speed, caressing her walls, thrusting in and gliding out with her pussy's sheathe trying to stop my retreat.

This was easily the best sex I had ever had, but having not cum since the previous weekend, longevity was to desert me, as her clutching and releasing was bringing on my own release, and hearing Denise say, in an increasingly high-pitched wail, "Oh Jack, owww, yes, yes, yes, oh ah! Ah! AAAAHHH! AAAAAAHH!" It took all of my willpower to not unload inside her, having forgotten my condoms, safely at home. As this goddess climaxed around and beneath me, when she reached that crescendo and went rigid, I pulled quickly out and squeezed and stroked my throbbing, slick cock, anointing her flawless, silky lower body in my contrasting, pearlescent white cum.

"Huhhhh...Huhhhh....Huhhhh.....Huhhhh," I listened to her breathing as I had collapsed over her left shoulder before a breathless, "Jack," made me ask if she's ok and she replied, "Jack I'm still cumming."

I looked up, and sure enough, devoid of any stimulation from me, Denise's stomach was still in spasm, her lip was trembling at the left hand side on her upper one as she rode out her embers.

"You.....you are....oh my god what are you?" she said, finally coming down from her climax.

"Little Baby Jack do alright?"

"Little Baby Jack my arse," she said, cupping her face in her hands before she got up to go to the bathroom and wipe my sperm off her body.

"You know, as much as I love to see you come, I don't mind at all watching you go," I said, with my eyes glued to her perfect, round ass.

"Oh is that right?" She asked as she wiggled it at me, "Stop being cheeky and phone your mum, let her know you're staying here," she brought me back down to earth by reminding me I hadn't told my mum I hadn't killed myself by driving fast, whilst Denise had also confirmed that I was welcome to stay the night.

"Hi Mum," I said, and was just getting an earful of motherly reprimand about not calling her sooner - 'You could have been lying in a ditch' - when there in front of me, still in her birthday suit, was Denise, with everything that could jiggle, doing so, before she climbed onto the bed, spread my legs and settled in between, and took my cock in her mouth in one, wholesome move.

"Holy Shit," I said, answering Mum's question with, "I just stubbed my toe. "Yes mum, Denise is.....Fiiiiiine," I said, with my hips rising up to meet her, only allowing her hands underneath to play with my balls as she sucked. "Ok, mum. Yes, mum. Ok....ok....ok bye!"

"You devil woman!" I panted, seeing her looking up at me as she licked the underside of my helmet with the tip of her tongue, as I was grateful that as I had just Orgasmed a few minutes ago, I wasn't on a hair-trigger.

Soon, she had me rock hard again, and I said, "I can think of somewhere else to put that....."

"I'm happy enough here," she replied, looking up with an erotic glint before taking me in to the very root.

"Oh....fuck...Denise, holy....." I tried to speak before my head threw back in pleasure, trying to cling on.

"You didn't think I could.....take you all.....in?" she said as she climbed my body to position herself above my cock that she still held, and as I nodded in awe at the sight before me, she whispered in my ear as I reached for her boob and she groaned, "My ex-husband had an 8 inch cock," as she slid down the entire length of mine, groaning a contented sigh as she placed both hands on my abdomen, giving me my first real look at her display of beauty in front of me.

"Not the best time to make me feel inadequate," I said, cupping her breast and stroking her ass with the other hand as she started to ride me.

"It's ok," she said as she leaned over me, grinding our pelvic bones together and allowing her vulnerability to be framed perfectly before me, "I couldn't fuck....him like this......many women say....the perfect penis.....is 5-7 inches."

"Allow me to be....perfect....." I thrust up into her with my words, to poke my cock right up her pussy, watching the white intrusion being swallowed into the pink cave and it's dark chocolate, now creamy surround, getting wetter, squelching louder, with Denise showing me her skills as she bucked and bounced to our mutual, burgeoning orgasms.

We slept together after that, and in the morning, I woke up spooning her with my left arm underneath hers, with her left breast cradled under my arm and my hand touching the area her right one used to be. Far from feeling weirded out by it, I found strangely erotic and privileged to be the only man to ever give her any attention there.

I hadn't woken up erect, but my feelings of love and warmth, her ass up against my groin and the fleshy, warm breast in the crook of my arm, made me push forward as my first realisation to Denise's wakening was when she parted her leg to permit me access to her with a groan, from behind.

Eventually, after cumming over her curvy butt, we got out of bed. She wanted me to stay the next night, but I told her I had no clothes with me, literally other than the ones I had left the house in.

She was developing quite the habit of saying things that were big statements, like telling to to phone my mum and tell her I was staying the night, meaning much more than her actual words, as when I was wiping my cum off her ass and back, she said, "We can go to the shop and buy you some clothes. You can keep some here, if you like."

I smiled at her, but bailed out of saying that I loved her - I was head over heels by this time - and I just kissed her and said, "Thank you," having had no positive reply the last time I told her I was in love with her. Soon we were off to the local mall/shopping centre, although she did seem to be somewhat nervous about being seen, as Andre's family all lived around the area, too. She did things like walk behind me, not her now usual linking arms. I asked her, "shall we get out of here?" and we left.

Driving us home, she didn't really say much until I asked, "Not quite ready for the big reveal?"

"It's just strange, we've only been sleeping together for two nights out of our entire lives."

"Two great nights," I teased, placing my hand on her thigh as she drove.

"God yes........but......won't it be 'Too Real,' when Andre and the kids find out?"

I thought about this, we had pulled in at her apartment and I squeezed her leg and asked her, "I don't think anything you will ever do again will be more, 'Real,' than what you've been through, then inviting me, a new man into your bed to play with you."

I expected her to smile at me or something, what I got was a grip of my new shirt, a hungry kiss and a breathy, "You need to stop saying nice things to me. Take me to bed and do nasty things to me."

Who was I to disagree, and we made use of the new pack of condoms I'd bought, saving her being icing-glazed with my pearlescent spend each time.