It's the year 2098, Earth has successfully made contact with other planets, and civilization has progressed, with shared technology. Alas, in the long search and contact, not all were neutral or ally.
Some inner-city bar, late at night:
"Hey, hottie. Don't see women like you here, much."
A dark skinned woman, crimson hair in two large afro puffs leaned against the wall and waited for the bathroom. Busty, curvy, rather thick, yet strong. In gray knee length sneakers, loose fitting orange pedal pushers, band shirt and long gray, orange, black plaid shirt with three quarter sleeves, a black nylon choker with a satin steel padlock on it. She looked up from her phone at him, eyes, one gray, one yellow looked up with bored annoyance.
"You won't see anymore, either, shorty. The men her are uncouth and too thirsty." She straightened up. "You
boys
, are gonna make the booze bring out the worst in me."
"Whew... I wouldn't mind climbing to your peaks," another said.
"That's what I'm sayin', playa!"
"This isn't how you get a woman. Even a hooker wouldn't tolerate this bullshit. Fuck off."
"Spicy."
Just then a woman walked out of the bathroom in purple hot pants that had a zipper that traced all the way down between her legs, clear thigh high heeled boots, what looked like a net bikini top with sewn in dollar sign nipple coverings under a seemingly too small clear pink jacket, with solid colored cargo pockets. Her blonde hair up in two cubical buns.
"Oh, I
love
that outfit," she said.
"Thanks girl. Love yours, too. I got this from Madam Harlot's...
easy access
for your man." She turned and revealed the zipper stopped at the rear of her waistband.
"My bush would get caught all in that. But I still want it."
"Ouch," she said with a cackle.
"Damn, can I have a peek," one asked.
"You got a two for one special?"
"You two aren't my clientele."
"We got money."
"You could have all the money, and I'd still say no, now
fuck off
, like she told you." She walked away.
She guffawed. "Well... at least your hands free," she yelled as she went in the bathroom. "If you children are still by this door, I'm going to feed you each others dicks."
They seemed to be gone, when she stepped out and went back to the bar.
"That was my seat."
A light skinned man looked up at her. He wore black mid calf boots with baggy canvas cargo pants with several decorative straps tucked in them, a tight red t-shirt with three quarter length sleeves under a patched and decorated black denim vest. Black armored knuckle fingerless gloves His long dreadlocks restrained with a neon green bandana.
"My bad."
Just above his thin rectangular lensed sunglasses, she saw his green and gray eyes look up at her.
"You can have it back."
She smiled. "I can just sit next to you, you know?"
"Yeah, ya could, I guess."
The bartender walked up to her as she took that stool.
"I'll have whatever he's having."
The man checked her out, and went back to his phone.
"Not gonna shoot your shot, like the rest?"
"Nah... not my style. Women aren't toys, and all that bullshit guys do, and can't take a no, annoys me."
"Uh-huh. So you're the only guy in here not interested. Aren't you special."
"I'm not special. And I would be interested..."
"If... you weren't... taken? Or I was your type?"
"Not taken, and you are my type."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
The bartender sat her drink down, and she took a drink.
"But you're not gonna try?"
"Do you want me to, after turning down everybody else?"
"Maybe."
He chuckled. "I'm not good at that pick-up line shit, I just be honest."
"Then be honest."
"I think you're sexy, and you got this aura that you don't tolerate bullshit, and you're real. I wouldn't mind hooking up with you, but I'd rather try and date you."
"What if I just wanted—"
"Hey man... she doesn't need a loser like you, she needs a real man," some guy butted in."
"You again, shorty?"
"I'm not short where it matters. Got more than this skinny boy."
"I doubt it, and not when that whiskey dick happens," he said.
"I can handle my drinkin', and I ain't drank as much as you!"
"You haven't, yet...
I'm
still more sober than you, and you're shitfaced."
"I'm sober enough to kick your scrawny ass!"
"Sure, drunky."
She noticed how calm and stoic he was.
"I'm not drunk. Keep running your mouth, and I'll show you what a man is."
"I'm not running my mouth, you are. All that bullshit bravado. I'm trying to talk to this woman right here."
"And I had her first! I was almost
in
, then you come and try to jump in on my game!"
"Dude. She shot you down and started talking to me."
"I can't stand arrogant fucks like you!"
"So you hate yourself?"
She giggled.
"You wanna go, mother fucker‽"
"Dude..."
"Shorty, you're ruining my fun. Piss off."
"See‽ Okay buddy, let's go!"
He sighed. She stood up and pushed the man.
"Bitch! I'll beat him, you, and take you home!"
She grabbed his hand when he rushed them both, and crushed it, flipped him on his back as he yelled, and stomped her foot in his crotch.
"You're getting on my nerves, you weak, little man," she said as she leaned on her foot.
"Muh dick!"
"Leave me the fuck alone! Wanna fuck somebody... go
fuck yourself
!"
Two bouncers walked up as she stepped back from him and hauled him to his feet.
"You see that‽ She hit me and probably broke my hand!"
"She didn't hit you, and you've been a problem most of the night, buddy. Go sleep it off."
They watched them throw the guy out the door.
"So... as I was saying; what if I wanted to just fuck you, and then date?"
He looked at her and raised his eyebrow.
------
A few drinks later, they rushed in his apartment, she slammed the door and locked it. They briefly stood eye to eye, before she kissed him desperately. He grabbed her thighs, lifted her up, she squealed in his mouth. Once in the bedroom they crashed on the bed.
"Damn these shoes," she yelled as she pulled the velcro straps and untied both sets of shoe strings.
"Right." He unbuckled the straps on his boots.
He pulled his pants down, she pulled her shirt and bra off, her big breast flopped down, then went for her capris. He pulled his shirt off.
"Oh my fuck," she gasped.
He was rather slim and muscular, more than he looked at first. He saw her thick thighs, that hid nice muscles behind the fat, flat, yet pudgy stomach, and well defined arms.
She looked at his member and guffawed. "He was so,
so
wrong... please do your worst to me, with that thing."
Her soft mounds heavy in his hand, while he suckled graciously. She hissed and for once allowed herself to submit. His tongue traveled the canyon between her peaks up to her neck, through fluttered eyelids, she saw the muscles in his arms reveal more of themselves as he braces himself over her. She was teased below, his member brushed her lower lips and spread her dew among her thin bush. Her loins begged to be penetrated, hips lifted, coerced him to come inside.
"You need it, like I need it?"
"Bad."
"Mmm-
hmm
!"
He partook in her chocolate peaks once more, down the pass between to her stomach, lower and lower. The swirl of his tongue in her navel had her lungs snatch sharply at the air around her. His lips kissed their way to her fertile valley, bites stolen from her thighs.
"T-teasing!"
"Savoring," he corrected.
Deeper in the valley, he tasted ambrosia from her natural brook. Her back arched with a sharp gasp.
He looked up. "Blacker the berry..."
She pushed his head back down. "Sweeter the juice, baby!"
His tongue wandered around inside her sweet chocolate cherry pit, and she melted around him. She sang like an exhausted choir. Strong hands gripped her thighs and pushed them forward, her body writhed, his tongue wrote her own copy of the Declaration Of Independence.
"Fuck," she cried out.
Her legs fought against his restraint, forces she never felt welled up inside of her, noises fell out of her mouth, and those forces raised her core temperature. His arms couldn't hold her back, anymore, instead they pulled them to rest upon his shoulders, and held them there. He soon found himself in a war to hold the gates open. She thought her body tried to defy her, as her legs squeezed and pushed. He held steadfast, hands on her hips. She started to overload and it was all purged audibly loudly, with all the oxygen she had. Legs fell away, body limp, he looked up at her while she gasped for air.
"That was the stuff," she panted and looked over her heaving breast.
"There's always more where that came from."
"Better... be. Now..."
"Now..."
He crawled up her body, he felt stiffer than her ever felt, or figured could be. She reached and with a firm grasp, made sure there was no loitering outside. Her growl was guttural as he slowly and forcibly breached deep inside her constricted space.
"Are you...?"
"Uh-huh." She nodded. "Feel special yet? The first to explore the natural and uncultivated, she asked with a tinge of pain.
She wrapped her legs around him.
"Feels good."
"And don't go easy, I can take it."
"I somehow believe you."
"Then soil my garden."
She felt his whole length inside, unwanted relief when he pulled out, but so far, and the thrust seemed to push the air from her lungs, he was forceful, each impact felt to her as if he went deeper, that his equipment dug and bore deeper with each pass. To him it felt as if he was being strangled, every stroke was harder than keeping her interest in him at the bar.
Their lips met again, she wasn't bothered about tasting a bit of herself on him. His slow and hard moves paused while they kissed. Her hips begged, moved, didn't want stillness, or tranquility. Niether did his, it was like the beginning of a slow dance. Their kiss broke for a breath of fresh air, while they stared at each other. He reared back and the sudden impact knocked a guttural wind out of her. A burning union ignited, she held him close, the temperature in his bedroom seemed to shift and rise with them.
Every thrust gave involuntary vocal feedback, every hit felt painfully great. Sweat poured from the both of them. It was all rhythmic, the tension started to fade with her virginity. She didn't mind the tickle of his breath in her ear. Things got easier for him and his speed increased.
"Uh-
huh
! Oh! Mm-hmm, mm-hmm," she cried out.
