Hard Lessons

The music had so much bass Angela felt the beat caressing her body like so many pairs of hands. So far Cosmo's was living up to its billing, it was wall to wall bodies with a DJ that was burning it up and everyone on the dance floor was moving and twisting in an undulating rhythm. For her part Angela was in Heaven; Gregory had been everything Jessie had promised: he was tall, probably six foot or so with fair skin barely darker than what hers got to in the summer. His hair was black, freshly trimmed and wavy and he had a smile that broke down her apprehension from the minute she'd opened the door when he'd come to pick her up. His eyes were a pretty shade of green and yeah, he definitely knew how to move. It hadn't taken long before they were in step, grooving close, Angela brushing her ass against him every now and then before spinning back to face him. She may have been in Heaven, but she bet Gregory was seeing the Devil in her dark eyes...

Suddenly the stage lighting flared and the DJ who had been running things was lost in darkness as a second column of light stabbed down to the left of him, illuminating an all new DJ. The man shouted into his microphone and told everyone it was time the party got muy caliente. A chorus of shouts came back in response, cheering him on. Gregory leaned in close to Angela's ear while the previous song faded and they had a moment where she'd be able to hear him. She was smiling, in part because she was having such a good time but also, now, because she was getting a chance to inhale the scent coming off Gregory's hot skin some more. She hadn't been bold enough to ask him earlier that night what cologne or aftershave or whatever it was he used but damn if it wasn't right; it wasn't too strong or too sweet...it smelled...well it smelled like MAN, in the best sense possible. With his full lips so close to the edge of her ear, almost touching but not quite, Angela felt herself tingling.

"Ohhhhhh yeah, cool, you're going to LOVE him; that's DJ Barracuda and he spins the baddest hip-hop Salsa this side of the border."

"No lie?" she asked, surprised there would be someone out here doing music she REALLY knew how to move to. She'd learned Salsa watching her Mother and Father dancing at family parties from the time she was little. If this DJ was the real deal, Gregory was going to definitely be in for a treat.

The club lighting dimmed again, the strobing and neon strips taking over as DJ Barracuda opened up with a blend of Carlos Santana's electric guitar artistry remixed in with a Selena sample, upping the underlying bass all the time. The crowd shifted gears, readjusting to the new style and the difference in music, finding the beat and trying to do it justice. Angela picked it up effortlessly, tapping into the Latin vein like she'd just been immersed in a strictly Spanish conversation between her body and the music. Gregory, moving to keep up, was getting a little lost staring at Angela's swaying hips and ass the way he was. She followed the rhythm like the moon chased the sun, naturally, beautifully, and he smiled inwardly as he caught the envious glances of guys nearby.

Reaching out, she pulled Gregory closer, making it easier for her to get him in step and more difficult for him to gawk. The compromise? Now he was close enough to her that their bodies could blend together, her supple curves to his tall frame, slithering against one another in a dance fast becoming all their own...

******

The knock at the door echoed once or twice before Jessie answered. "Who is it?" she called, knowing the answer.

"Oscar. You know it's me, open up."

Jessie stayed on her bed, leaning back against the wall. "I know a guy named Oscar, kinda fine, too, but I hear he breaks dates."

"Jess', come on, can I come in, I told you what happened and my leg is still sore."

"I really, REALLY wanted to go dancing tonight," she continued, unmoved but smiling impishly.

"I know baby, I know."

"I guess, though if you were really, REALLY sorry maybe I could forget just this once."

"You think?" Oscar asked, playing along from out in the hallway, smiling as he heard the latches turn and happier still when he saw the door open. Jessie was standing there in nothing but one of his dress shirts, the one he'd left here after an awards dinner last week. It was unbuttoned down to the sterling hoop in her navel and the inner curves of her breasts were exposed showing that if nothing else, she didn't have a bra on. Her reddish hair tumbled to the top of her shoulders and framed her angular face and large, blue eyes. Shapely legs appeared from beneath the bottom of the shirt...Oscar had always loved Jessie's legs, especially the way her calves curved and her small, pretty feet. Her bare feet, he also saw, had been recently-pedicured judging by the clear gloss and white trim on her toenails.

He stood in the doorway for a few moments wearing a black sweatshirt and white, knee-length starter shorts with black stripes down the sides and tennis shoes with no socks. He was enjoying the simple sight and sense of Jessie while she, on the other hand, was obviously enjoying him being there and loving the thoughts of what would follow.

Oscar had been pretty busy the past three weeks, between classes and football practice they hadn't seen each other as much as usual. They'd found out the hard way that phone sexing only went so far. Tonight was supposed to be a break in the dry spell and he hadn't liked having to break the date and miss out on Cosmo's any more than she had enjoyed him doing it but when he'd called twenty minutes ago and asked if he could come over, he knew by the lilt in Jessie's voice that he was finally going to take that frustration away...

Leaning in he bent his tall, broad frame and coiled his muscular arms around her, squeezing her tight. He began kissing and nuzzling the side of her neck just below her ear, right where she loved it. "I really AM sorry, baby, but you know, I'm glad we're here alone instead."

Jessie's only answer was to pull him inside and push the door shut as she backpedaled, still clinging to him. With practiced ease they found her bed and sank onto it, her hands around his neck as he came down on top of her, his mouth going from her neck to her lips in a kiss that let them---in its intensity---know they'd been apart too long. Her pale hands stood out in contrast to his rich dark skin as she stroked backwards along his jaw to caress the back of his smoothly-shaven head, pulling his mouth tighter to hers to allow her tongue pierced with its rounded steel stud to dance wildly with his. The kiss continued as one of Oscar's large hands slid inside the open shirt to clutch Jessie's breast, the soft flesh filling his hand, her nipple hardening against his palm.

Jessie moaned as her body recognized her man in a cascade of increasingly explosive sensations. She hooked one leg around his waist, heel digging into his back and ground her pelvis against him, her pussy---which was naked beneath the shirt---fluttered, lips now swollen and slick with boiling arousal. And as she arched her back and pressed her hips to meet his she could feel the knot growing between his legs; growing, uncoiling like a python awakened from its sleep and right now Jessie couldn't imagine anything she wanted more.

"Mmmmnnnhh... Baby... Baby DAMN, I need you NOW," she hissed into his ear, teeth grazing the lobe and her tongue flicking out teasingly. Oscar groaned like distant thunder, there was no way he could refuse that; no way would he ever want to.

Tugging at the shirt, Oscar showed Jessie his answer. Buttons popped and she was laid bare beneath him, legs spread, waxed pussy practically steaming as she twisted and moaned beneath him. Pulling at his loose starter shorts, she yanked them down over his muscular asscheeks until his dick swung free and heavy, more beautiful to her than ever after her recent denial. Oscar's shaft pulsed when she curled her fingers around it possessively; it was veiny, thick, and almost as dark as coffee but just as hot. With both hands she stroked it while pulling it eagerly toward her waiting pussy. Watching Jessie shift beneath him to better accept his thrust, Oscar could feel when she lifted her thighs high, sliding them upward along his well-defined torso pushing his sweatshirt up in the process. Knees bent, feet arched and toes pointing to the ceiling Jessie was beyond ready.

"Now baby, now...please. Fuck me, daddy I need it ssssooooo BAD."

That was the last thing Oscar consciously registered before lunging forward, burying his dick inside Jessie in one steady, measured thrust...that and the wet slurping sound of her pussy greedily swallowing him whole. Jessie moaned in delight before biting down into Oscar's solid shoulder making him groan out as well. In the back of his mind, as the heat of her pussy drove him more and more wild he couldn't help but pray his boy Gregory didn't bring Angela home early...

******

Gregory slid his hands up and down along Angela's hips as he felt her peach-shaped ass flexing back against him while she whipped her hair about seductively as her head rolled with the beat; Barracuda was hitting his fourth mix and she was on FIRE, twisting and grinding with a rhythmic passion that was driving him crazy. As far as blind dates went, Angela had turned out to be a literal Lotto JACKPOT.

While she was a little shy at the beginning it hadn't taken long for her light to shine through; her inner beauty was as abundant as her exterior beauty which was genuinely saying something. Angela had told him as they talked on the way to the club that her grand parents were Costa Rican and she joked about how everyone she'd met had pegged her as just about every Latin nationality BUT that one. For his part, Gregory could understand the confusion; his own first impression was that she was Puerto Rican, or maybe Cuban, but he could only guess since he'd grown up in San Francisco and hadn't met many Hispanic people before coming to college. He didn't have the exposure to really see the details dividing the branches of her ethnic tree but he'd listened closely to her as she'd explained some of it to him, after all he DID know to outsider's eyes all people of color tended to get lumped together within their groups. Asians, Hispanics, middle-eastern, black, it didn't matter.

And she was so easy to listen to, her voice was almost a sexual act all on its own; soft, with a barely there accent flavoring every word in a way that made him wish HE was from Costa Rica. It had been a conscious act paying attention to driving as she sat in the car beside him, smelling like she did, sounding like she did, and looking like she did... Yeah, he owed Oscar and Jessie big time for this no doubt about it, she was just THAT incredible.

Spotlights began rolling; casting criss-crossing beams across the crowd as Barracuda began his spin down, thanking everybody for coming out to see him. As his music lowered and a background track kicked in, Angela slowed to a stop, leaning back into Gregory like someone had just unplugged her adrenaline I.V. supply. Holding her close---first out of reflex because he thought she might fall and then, Gregory realized, it was instead with the familiarity of two people who had made a connection---he felt Angela cover his hands with her own while tilting her head to the side, looking up at him with a smile.

"I think...I think we should go somewhere," she said, letting the sound of her voice and moist sparkle of her eyes explain the rest.

"Are you sure...?" Gregory said, surprised he was wasting the time asking. She nodded and began walking, pulling him by the hand along behind her as she weaved through the press of bodies and headed for the exit.

Angela pushed the door open and paused, taking a deep breath; she stood there, feeling the night air brushing against her, making her skin---still moist from all the dancing---tingle wildly. Placing her palm to Gregory's chest for...support, she shifted slightly and reached down, undoing the ankle straps and sliding off first one shoe, then the other; dropping herself by a few inches as she now stood barefoot on the warm asphalt of the parking lot. Angela wiggled her toes as she took her shoes by their straps in one hand so she could reach out again with the other for Gregory's.

Gregory took her small hand in his again and took the lead back to the car, working hard to keep his stride relaxed; one because he didn't want to seem anxious and two because---barefoot now---he didn't want her stepping on anything out here. They moved quietly, around the club's side and into the shadows of its back lot, Gregory now happy it had been so crowded tonight that he couldn't find a spot out front.

Every now and then out of the corner of his eye he would catch Angela's short dress billowing slightly in the breeze before settling again; clinging to her body and outlining the luscious curves he'd learned so well over the last few hours before it billowed away again teasingly.

Knowing they were getting close to the car, Angela took a final tour of her mind in search of some sense of reservation or reason why she should do anything other than what she was headed into right now and found none. She had really clicked with Gregory, effortless comfort, and as Jessie had said "Gregory is FINE" and he was...he was and she just liked him, the person he was as much as she enjoyed the way he looked and well, yeah she was horny as hell, too. God, she was glad her parents couldn't see her now because she was definitely not being their good little girl tonight...

As they walked Gregory felt Angela stroking the back of his hand with her thumb, a silky touch, delicate as everything else about her and no less arousing. His dick twitched at the sensory memory of the feel and sight of her body; the way her hair and skin smelled, the way she smiled. And with the fading out of just those few moments of reflection they were there, at the car. Stopping she turned to him slowly, looking up into his eyes. Angela dropped her shoes to the ground and brought her hand up to his flat stomach, sliding it upward until she was touching his face, tracing his bottom lip with her fingers.

Gregory's arms snaked around her; one hand following the arch of Angela's back down to the firm swell of her ass, clutching at it and wedging the material of her dress into the beautifully carved cleft while his other hand came up behind her neck, stroking the side before getting lost in a tangle of her silky hair, pulling her into him. She rose on the tips of her toes to meet his mouth hungrily, kissing with a hot need that required no more explanations.

"Mmmmnnnhh...mmmnnh," Angela moaned, her tongue thrashing in his mouth while she felt his hand roaming freely across her ass; it was a delicious, possessive touch that she welcomed like she would welcome water in the desert.

Gregory backed her against the side of his car, their bodies twisted together seamlessly as the kiss intensified. She had her hands up and under his shirt raking the skin of his back with her nails in a way that only spurred him on. His dick was a throbbing knot between his legs, pushing against her, pulsing, ready, reminding her with that lust-filled pressure that she had NO idea where she was going to allow this to go. But as quickly as the question came, it went; instinct had gotten her this far, she decided, and she was willing to trust in it---and in Gregory---for the rest of the way.

Almost as she made that choice she felt herself getting lighter, the balls of her feet leaving the ground, a sensation at first she thought was tied to the kiss until she realized she was now just above eye-level with Gregory.

His hands up under her ass, gripping tight, Gregory kept lifting Angela until her hips were just above his own and she could wrap her thighs around his waist.

Gregory groaned into Angela's mouth as he felt her nipples dragging up along his chest. He loved that feeling; her nipples were thick and hard, straining against the thin material of her dress and capping her small breasts that he KNEW she hadn't covered with a bra tonight.

Angela was moaning too, and loudly, clasping his waist tight between her satiny thighs as her heels dug into the backs of his long legs. The change in position only seemed to excite her---which is what he'd hoped for---and he turned a bit as they continued kissing, moving them from the side of the car around to its front.

Twisting in his arms, Angela was writhing, supple, as sensually rhythmic as she'd been on the dance floor but now, now she would be dancing to HIS beat. He felt the car grille against his legs and knew it was time to lower her again which he did gently, slowly; their lips still pressed together tongues still entwined. Gregory set her butt on the hood of the car and then began leaning her backward, Angela surrendering to his guidance without hesitation.

Stretched out now, Angela found herself staring upward at the night sky, to her it was a dark curtain of indigo splattered with stars draped behind the moon which sat bloated and full, a silent voyeur to what was unfolding below. Gregory was stroking her thighs as he straightened, staring at her, eyes consuming her every nuance and contour.

While he watched she arched her back slightly and drew her knees up and apart, spreading her legs for him before he could ask. They drew wider and her dress bunched around her hips, exposing her plump mound which was only covered by a whisper of black, rose-patterned lace. Dropping to one knee Gregory dragged his lips and tongue down along the inside of one of Angela's thighs, drawn almost hypnotically in toward that steamy, sweetly perfumed pussy of hers.

"Dios...dios," Angela hissed, biting down on her lip when she felt Gregory's mouth close over her pussy, sucking on it through her panties. Her heart pounded wildly as she felt the thin lace soaking through with a combination of Gregory's hot spit and her own juices now oozing from between her lips. The seam of Angela's panties was pressing hard against her clit, now budding and fully exposed from the fleshy protection of its hood. She felt the car hood buckle beneath her a little as she trembled and twisted but there was no helping it; Gregory really, REALLY knew what he was doing down there and it felt too damned good to lay still. Using it all, his tongue, his lips, his teeth even; Gregory was hitting every spot she needed hit like he had a sensual road map of her pussy or something. It was insane; climax was following climax, one on top of the other and every one bigger, deeper than the last. Yes, she'd gone without for a while but she wasn't going to short him; there was no mistaking his talent and what Gregory was doing now qualified in the pussy worship category.

Gregory loved this, she tasted better than he had even imagined, sweet like Honeysuckle in the summertime upped by a factor of TEN. Gregory had chewed and licked and sucked at her panties until they were reduced to just a sheer strand rolled between the sopping lips of her pussy. With his tongue he licked along the edges of those folds, sucking the lips in while grazing them with his teeth, stabbing inside with two of his fingers to make her pot boil over.

"Nnnnnhhhh...nnnnhhhhh... AAAAAAHHHHH!!!" Angela shouted up at the moon in an explosion of searing, blissful pleasure, pussy snapping and sucking at Gregory's skillfully invading fingers as she bucked through her most staggering climax yet. But Angela---stomach wrenching---realized she wasn't finished yet. Her small feet came down, planting on his broad shoulders just before she thrust her crotch straight into his face, grinding it hard as rivers of what he'd skillfully drawn from her gushed out in sugary, violent spasms that caught them both off guard.