The Cinema & Loving Kasandra Jackson
EDITOR: Miriam Belle
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
-At the encouragement of a very special reader named Jemma, I've written another story about Kasandra Jackson and me.
These stories hold a special place in my heart. They are all true and represent one of the few times in my life that I lived out my fantasies with someone. I actually met Kasandra online in a chat room in early 2002 and we dated for about a year after we met in person. In many ways, I regret that we didn't stay together. As this series of stories about her will hopefully show, we had a lot of fun together.
These short stories are really just the written expression of very powerful memories for me, and I feel that by putting them to paper I can better remember her and love her for who she was. I hope you enjoy the memorable moments with me. –bluefox07
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"When do we have to be there?' Kasandra asked as she brushed her thick, straightened hair out away from her shoulders. She looked at me in the mirror of my hallway bathroom as she prepped herself for our midnight theater date. Her dark eyes looked gorgeous in the yellow light, her skin a deep chocolate color that tasted as good as it looked. I put my arms around her bare torso as she smiled and leaned into me, her full lips reaching my cheek in a gentle kiss.
"Well, the Aladdin Theater generally starts showing their movies around eleven," I kissed her neck and looked at our reflection. The contrast of our skin fascinated me to no end. Every time I looked at the bold contrast of my tanned white flesh to her dark ebony I felt both excited and so extremely lucky.
I had just gotten out of the shower and water was still beaded across my naked body as I held her from behind. Kasandra pressed her full, round ass against me, slowly arousing my cock as I slid my hands over her large, melon-like breasts. They were so silky and perfect, her areolas small and beautifully framing her bold nipples. I cupped her tits and massaged them, knowing full well that my teasing and flirting with her would result in our having sex again.
"I need to get ready," she whispered in my ear as my wet body soaked the thin strap of her g-string. Kasandra and I had been together for three days now, and not once did she wear regular underwear. She had the purple butterfly shaped g-string, she had the red satin g-string and several pairs of black and white g-strings. Some of them were crotchless while others provided just enough cover for the soft mound of flesh between her legs.
"We have a little time," I kissed on her neck and rolled her dark nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, "And we still have to eat... it's always good to go on a dinner date with a big appetite."
"Who says I'm hungry for food, Darren?" she gyrated her hips slowly and methodically against me as the shaft of my cock slid wetly between her.
"Well," I gave her right nipple a small twist, eliciting an excited gasp as she put her hairbrush down, "What would you like?"
"What would I like?" she purred and closed her eyes as my left hand began roaming across her stomach and hips, my fingers lightly hovering over her skin. She let me hang on her words for a moment before saying, "You know, I think I'd like to have sex with you..."
"Would you now?" I smiled and planted hot French kisses along the left side of her neck and jaw, working my way down to her shoulder as she put her hands over mine. Her slender fingers laced through my own and she guided my left hand to her pussy. I felt the lacy fabric of her black thong and the hot, moist heat it held back. My other hand gently worked her breast in a slow massage, both of our fingers playing with her nipple.
"Yes," she whispered and slipped our hands underneath the patch of her panties and across her shaved lips. She was already incredibly wet, her sex exuding that special aroma that only she could produce. She never ever was scented with anything less than clean, purely erotic musk. I had been with women before who sometimes lacked when it came to the scent of their sex, but Kasandra was by the far the best smelling and best tasting woman I had ever known.
My fingers slipped around her swollen outer lips and then over her clitoral hood in slow circles as she released a throaty little moan of approval. Her head was leaned back against my shoulder and our bodies tilted at a sensual angle as I teased her pussy, my cock a hard stony length against the crevasse of her ass. Her hand released my fingers and went to my shaved head as I began playing with her slowly engorging clit. I rubbed softly but with just enough pressure to make her breath pace a little faster. My index finger worked deftly to coax her clit out from hiding as she ran her fingernails over my scalp in a sensual tease.
"You're making me hot," she smiled, her face turned up to the ceiling, "I love it when you put your cock between my cheeks like that..."
"How do you think I feel about it?" I smiled as my fingers became slick with her juices. I watched in the mirror as her body rippled and flexed in response to my touch. Her ass was hard against me, pressing close and hot to my body as my cock began to throb. I slipped two fingers into her unbelievably tight cunt, working them in and out while I rubbed my thumb over her clit.
"Fuck," she breathed, her respirations getting shorter and more needy as her hips began moving to my motions slightly, "Oh yes..."
She released my right hand to play with her tit by itself and hooked her arm around my neck. She left my scalp and placed her hand on my left ass cheek. She squeezed my flesh and kneaded me as I finger fucked her pussy in a slow burn. There were small whimpers of excitement escaping her sultry lips as she became more and more aroused. Another thing I loved about Kasandra was how vocal she could be when it came to sex. Every nuance and thrill she expressed through a sensual moan and a throaty purr electrified me.
"You are so good to me," she said huskily and squeezed my ass tight. I had every reason to be good to her. Since we had met only days ago, she had shown me kindness and friendship unlike anything I had never known. Her honesty was often staggering, and sometimes too much to handle but always a welcome change from the bullshit of my normal gang friends. While it was true we were polar opposites (a prime example being in music... while she preferred Eminem I leaned more towards the works of John Williams) we somehow found middle ground to enjoy our disparate tastes. She respected me and I respected her.
And she was so beautiful it almost hurt to look at her. Her face was so uniquely designed, her eyes like twin plates of obsidian resting on milky white orbs. There was so much intelligence in those eyes, so much passion. Her lips were full and always a rosy brown color, all encompassing and all consuming. Her kisses weren't anything you could classify as just a kiss. It was like she was focusing all the attention in the world right on you and tasting you as though you were a fine dessert.
Kasandra consumed you through her sexuality.
She worked her hips back and forth as her whimpers became more and more pronounced, more and more filled with an uncontrollable desire. It always seemed like she were building up to something far more intense than a mere orgasm. I wondered if I were just that good or if she was just humoring me. I had never seen anyone so involved in her physical pleasures as Kasandra. In the end, I figured it was a combination of us both wanting desperately to please each other and the raw sexual chemistry we shared.
And the idea of interracial sex made us both horny as hell.
