From The Chronicles of Darius Flesher
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"Give me a minute, Darius. My legs are shaky." Ginny adjusts herself on an upholstered bench, gazing blankly into a rose-décor, vanity mirror. She'd been sitting there, attempting her thoughts.
"You alright boo?" He blurted out, concerning.
"No, I'm not." She reacts to a crisp chill tickling her nakedness.
"What's up?" Darius sprung from his fortress of silken sheets.
"Just wondering where you are in this relationship." She squinted and then moved her body halfway to face him.
"Why on a Sunday morning..."
"So when's the right time to bring it up?" "...Groundhog's day!" He snapped.
"See, I try to be civil and talk to your ass but you got jokes."
"Alright, my bad...now what? What's this about?"
"Oh, I don't know Darius," she sputters, mockingly, "maybe it's the fact that you spent nearly twenty minutes talking to Avanyah last night."
"And, you talked to her twice as long. You can't be serious." "Stop fronting about the type of person she is. Don't forget, I knew her before you."
"Look, I trained the girl for six months. She never presented herself to me that way. All we have is nothing more than a good rapport. That's it!"
"Did you fuck her?"
"NO! What's wrong with you?" He dropped his hands in show of disgust, having known fully well of their lascivious meetings. Although true, they had never fucked, just the oral interludes shared between them would've spelled a rapid undoing.
She turned away from him, plunging her thoughts into the vanity mirror. Darius caught the reflection of her face, having shown traces of shame.
They contemplated in silence, the volley of emotions served. She squirmed as a bit of nervousness as it wriggled her flesh.
She kept twirling her loose-fitted curls, cursing lightly t o herself. It became obvious that it was in part due to the unmanageability of her hair.
The arousal reigned thick. Darius imbibed in the view of her elongated backside. The way her spine curved slightly made him eager to play her body instrument.
Soft, smooth muscles captured all of the feminine energy she exuded.
Ginny got up, displaying signs of soreness in her body. Her long face became hardened by frustration. Awkwardly, she placed a foot on the seat of the wrought-iron chair, wincing where she stood, bending on one knee forward.
She'd been summoning her crotch muscles for the spewing. She then examined the hand towel for pearly globs. "Can't believe this," she whispered before rising, "I'm still dripping!"
"I know I just heard a squirt sound, how romantic."
He was proud to have shot such a lingering load into her snatch. He became satiated of his orgasmic fill, something that would later require she'd spend several applications of douche in cleansing. For all he bragged about it would've taken her two Summers Eves to have properly unseeded.
"Yeah, I'm surprised you're not taping this."
"How do you know? I just might have enough to edit a hot clip."
"Stop fucking around! I'm serious, Darius!"
"What do you want me to do? I can't help it if you lack trust. The woman is getting married for fuck sake. We talked about being prepared, jitters and all."
"Please! Avanyah and marriage don't mean shit. She's nasty, Darius!"
"You're tripping!"
"Well, here's something for you to trip about, did you know that she use to strip?"
"What?"
"What!" She bulged out her eyes, mocking his facial expression. "Oh, surprised?"
"I don't need to hear all that." Darius inched out of bed completely naked. He concealed his cock as it almost gave way to the exciting news.
"Yeah, she went by the name of Chocolate Peach. Ask me how I know."
"I don't know. This conversation is beginning to piss me off because I just wanted us to enjoy a chill Sunday morning. Figured we'd get some brunch, visit folks around the way. Make some more love."
"Avoid questions that sting." She countered.
"This is where I say peace and have a blessed day." He maneuvered into a pair of briefs.
"I know." She moved her body directly in front of Darius, dropping the hand towel before her pink-polished toes. The short spurt of anger caused her to momentarily forget the soreness or the fact that she'd still been leaking. "I know because like the good neighbor I was I gave Lillian a ride to pick up Avanyah at her old job."
"Where she used to strip," he said sarcastically.
"...Probably still does now," she pressed her fists on her hips, "I knew her sister Lillian before that. C'mon, she's right next door. Anyways, getting back to the story, I wasn't expecting to wait for them for over an hour. I felt funny about going back in so I just waited in the car."
"And..."
"And, they got with some guys up in the club. They were proud about making those white guys, you know, go down there on them."
"Go down there? C'mon baby, just say it. The white guys ate her pussy."
"You're nasty, but, ANYWAYS, I'm saying is that they're trifling. That's why I never wanted you hanging out with them."
"You trip me out. You act as though you had never known these people. They invited you to their home and Avanyah even set us up together. So, you have issues with them and you decide to smile in their faces, when, all along you keep referring to them like they're beneath you or something.
C'mon now, I mean, what's the real fucking issue?" Darius hobbled vehemently into a pair of blue jeans.
"I'm not the kind of woman that you can do all those porno things to! I'm not going to give you my ass or suck your dick. That's nasty. I'm not into all that! And, if that's what it takes to keep you in this relationship, just go."
"You wait until after we make some good love to let me know that this is what's been bothering you all this time?"
"Just leave! Go for a walk or a drive or whatever it is that you do to circulate some sense into that top head of yours. Maybe then you'll understand that what I'm saying is true."
He finished up by throwing on some Timbs and a Tampa Bucs jersey. "Hold on," he doubled back, "funny how you bad mouth her when she considers you a good friend."
"Yeah, we hung out, grabbed lunch a few times. We watched movies or whatever, but I knew well enough not to go out with them. And, believe it or not, they didn't go out much. Guess I just trusted at the time that you were the one person neither one of them had fucked. I don't know, maybe I was just too gullible. Hindsight and all that shit!"
"We should've had this conversation nine months ago."
"I swear, sometimes I talk to you and your mind is floating off somewhere else. I told you that it was a difficult time in my life. At the time gramps was alive and diagnosed with cancer. I was doing all that I could to accommodate him and I ended a five-year relationship with Juan."
"I know, I know, you were vulnerable."
"I still am." Ginny's eyes watered. She examined the washcloth and wiped some more, vaguely removing the residual seeds he'd immersed deep into her sex.
The way she kept balancing herself on one foot stirred a fuming arousal within him. He walked over to where she stood and rubbed his thumb along her cheekbone in an effort to dry her tears. He kissed the coating of saline on her lips, passionately and held back until it felt ripe enough to allow his tongue to work the recess of her mouth.
He grew thick by the fractional second. "This is where I want to be."
He guided her back onto the bed. Ginny, having been so tentative, splayed her nude body across the feel of silken sheets. The mahogany sleigh bed accentuated her 5'9"ish frame, complimentary to her honey-toned flesh.
Boricua mami peered tentatively. Her Puerto Rican eyes translated all of the stress that she held in, evident in the wisps of gray hair growing lightly at the age of 29.
She sat up leaning on bent elbows. Her face reddened with the anguish their spat had caused. Her nostrils opened up wide to take in more of the dissipating air that had once merged with the scents of them.
The tears began to dry. It felt good letting go of the emotions. The sheets bore evidence of such, as she wetted sex and tear stains in cloudy shapes. A tidal of love and lewdness was about to again.
He grew in awe of her body, thinly supple and prime. The dark hues of her areola resembled two small-side servings of caramelized custard. Thick nipples protruded from her A-size breasts, peppered by three beauty marks that resembled tiny coffee beans.
"If only..." She looked away from him momentarily, kept her legs tensely crossed to conceal the secretion.
"Baby I don't want to be about all this fighting. Just let me make love to you. Let my actions speak about where we are together."
He gently pried her legs apart relishing the view of her thick mound. She kept wisps of fine pubes cropped lightly along the sides of her openness, which had mostly matted against the curves of her inner thighs.
Deft fingers plucked root notes, quickly ascending. She plopped backwards, falling into a soft sink, peering up at the ceiling.
She opened for him unlike she'd ever done so, including her last relationship. She was open for the newness of having her pussy reamed and creamed. Everything prior to their lovemaking had been clinically wrapped at best.
She counted on several fingers the amount of lovers entertained. All of them required to don on plastic, save for Darius. How he relished the feel of her bare flesh.
"It's so...OHHHHHHHH!!!" She squirmed, twitchingly as he deepened his index inside her.
Her smallish folds slid in and out, slowly unearthing the remains of him. He removed his digits, admiring the light-white, pasty coating from her throbbing pussy. Amazed how the translucent jizz had been made to journey this far from her cervical core.
Ginny remained in the missionary position, waiting for him to descend from on top. "AYYYYY poppy, go easy! She said bracing for his entry.
"Shhh!"
The tip of his dome rested partially between her outer folds. She tensed up half-quietly for a moment, just before he pushed through, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She cried.
Darius slid inches forward. "How does it feel?"
