Taking Up Space 1

"I really just needed to see you," I say sliding my hands down his flat stomach. My hands then reach and play within the maze that is brown hair.

"I know," he responds looking past me at the lights flowing over the highway, "but you know how ma is about all this mixed-race stuff."

"We aren't mixing races, "I say loudly, "we are mixing us. Plus, you are 20 and I'm 19 so we are adults."

"Yeah but she doesn't like it and it doesn't help when you saunter in with your big brown eyes and make me go crazy Shelly."

I can tell by the way his finger loop on my skirt that it is just a matter of time. I know he wants and needs me. There is no other way for us to be. Who cares where we live or who is judging me? There is beauty here.

"I make you go crazy," I purr feeling further up his chest.

"Course you do, "he says finding my mouth with his thumb, "your pretty brown skin and the way those big eyes illuminate for me".

"It's because you are you, Jason," I say with the same grin I had when I first met him.

"Come here," he says grabbing me by the waist and suddenly I am not as cold as I was before. His hands slide under my cropped sweater. He finds a nipple and my mouth parts open.

"You are my girl, aren't you?" He smiles that smile that only honey can smile, and I nod right along with him.

"I'm your girl," I say and suddenly we find ourselves in the backseat of the car.

He pulls me onto him with his hands on my hips. I begin to grind into him and slide my tongue along his collar bone.

"I love it when you do that," he says letting out a little moan.

"I love it when you do that," I say and suddenly we are kissing again.

My tongue melts into his and it is ice cream all over again but swirl. Warmth and coldness are surrounding both our tongues. He starts to pull my tights off and now the swirl is beneath my waist. I gasp but he keeps going. He is pressing every button he can find along my deep skin. He marks what should not be marked.

"I'm going to marry you one day Shel," he says starting to push his hard cock against my leg, "you will give me kids."

"I'll give you anything you want," I say opening and dripping for him.

Suddenly a bright light is in our face.

"Well isn't this interesting," a loud voice booms beside us, "a good white boy with his pet."

"Excuse me?" Jason freezes and stares up the older man with a look that could easily kill. I look past them both at the crowd of men coming up to the car.

"It's ok," he says slurring his words, 'I'm not going to hurt it."

"Sir you are just a little drunk, "Jason says pushing against the older man, "and a little close."

"I'd like to be closer," the man says looking at me, "I'd like to be really close. I haven't had some chocolate in an awfully long time."

"I'm not anyone's chocolate," I say angrily.

"I'll behave," the older man says backing away a little, "but why don't you join us for a beer."

We knew where we were and there are just some places in the world where it is better to be polite, so we said yes. Jason held my hand the whole time as we approached a group of drunk older white men whose leers almost seemed to make my skirt shorter.

"You can sit with me, "the older guy says with a grin, "they call me Earl."

"I'll sit with Jason," I say but suddenly he is much further away than expected.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he says hurling himself on a log sitting out in the clearing, "just sit in my lap."

"I want to go!" I signal to Jason, but he doesn't see me.

He is looking for me, but he can't see me in the dark. They used the dark to separate us. I'm trembling as I sit in the man's lap.

"Such a good girl, "he says kissing my shoulder, "I would never want to make a lady do something she didn't want to."

"I have no doubt," I say with plenty of snark.

"Listen, honey," the man says grabbing my cheeks and squeezing my face together, "you are lucky I like you."

Sitting on this man's lap something starts to happen that I could never explain. I had always wanted Jason to be forceful and stick up for me. I hated the way his mom talked and look at us now in a situation where he should have just said no. Now here is this guy who pushes for what he wants. He takes up space. Nothing is making sense and yet I can feel wetness start to drip down my leg.

"Well doll aren't you a bit of a faucet," the older man.

"I just want to go," I start but I'm stopped by two fingers jutting into my mouth.

"You want something," he laughs, "but it isn't to go. Show me what those perfect doll lips do."

I can't believe it but I feel myself begin to suckle his fingers. His fingers are so big too as they jut into the walls of my mouth.

"I'm not going to tell on you," he says sliding me off his lap, "I already know what you want."

He unzips himself and positions me on my knees before him. I love Jason but something animal in me loves Earl's smell and his big hands guiding my lips to the throbbing part hanging between his legs. His big pink cock hits my lips. I still think of Jason in the back of my mind, but he didn't even come back near the car. I hear him laughing in the distance with the boys. No doubt he is sure he is saving us in his way.

"I won't stop," he says looking at me, "but I suspect you are the type of doll that will find that turn on."

Sometimes you just don't want to think and here was a moment like that. I slide my lips onto his cock and take him in. Further and further he pushes. He is telling the truth. He isn't going to stop. He pushes so deep into my mouth I nearly choke and there is still more of him. His sweat clings to my nose as his balls nuzzle against my chin. He pushes me deeper and deeper. I gasp and choke.

My hands flail as he starts to find a rhythm, but I've never been so wet in my whole life. Where are you, Jason? I slobber and bubble. I'm humming on him. I can feel liquid ooze out of me. Stop. I want it to slow down. Don't stop.

"Don't stop," I murmur.

"He won't, you stupid slut," Jason says standing above me.

My eyes shake with tears, but I don't stop sucking and slurping. Earl is just about to unload. I can feel him growing in my mouth. The salt of him is on my tongue and the walls of my mouth. I swallow Earl's load and look for Jason again, but he is long gone.

To be continued...