That Rainy Friday Night
The rain crashed down, as another Friday night rolled around, which for me, meant laundry night. Being an 18-year-old guy, you might think that I would have had better things to do, on a Friday night, than laundry and maybe you’re right.
But I had ulterior motives: you see, Friday night was also the night Sasha Davis did her laundry.
Sasha lived in the apartment under ours, in the four-apartment unit, where I lived with my mom and my little sister. I would try to time it out so that my stuff would be in the dryer when Sasha arrived. Then I would sit on the stairs, pretending to read a book, while watching Sasha load her wash, dreaming of the day when she would turn around and say, "You wanna come back to my apartment and fuck like a couple of bunnies?"
Honestly, I was just a stupid teenager at the time, so like most Friday nights, Mary Palmer would probably have to do again, as she never said, "No."
I probably shouldn’t have even been thinking of Sasha, period, as she was a single mother of a young son, whom my mother used to baby-sit. Well, until my mom started drinking again. I also knew that Sasha was out of my league. She was a major league babe by all accounts: green sparking eyes, full lips, thin button nose. She changed her hair color and style often, yet it always seemed to work.
Her body, from what I saw of it on laundry night, was top-shelf. She was about five one, five two. Her breasts were very noticeable in the T-shirts, or tank-tops that she liked to wear but they weren’t too big. She also liked to wear these little short-shorts, which did little to hide the fact that she had a great ass. And most of the time that’s what she presented to me.
I was particularly excited on this rainy Friday night, ‘cause I had an, "in." Sasha had ordered some Girl Scout Cookies from my little sister, and they just came in. I made sure I was in the laundry room extra early, and then like clockwork, Sasha strolled in. I had to contain a gasp, as she was wearing a pair of daisy dukes and half a T-shirt. It took me some time to build up my courage and focus my brain, before I brought up the cookies.
"Oh, yah; I almost forgot about them, drop them off anytime," she said, her sexy voice melting me like butter.
"How ‘bout tonight?" I asked a little more excitedly than I wanted.
"Tonight?" she said with a giggle, as she turned her gaze my way. "Yeah, tonight’s cool, I guess. My son is even over my sister’s for the night... so any time."
I watched, my heart pounding, as she turned to leave. "Alrighty, I’ll drop them off later," I managed, to which she just offered a wave, and I also immediately cursed myself.
“ALRIGHTY!” Gee that’s manly.
I waited until I was sure she was done with her laundry and headed for her apartment, but not before I took a shower, shaved, put on some cologne, and tried to dress as cool as possible. I even managed to grab the stupid cookies.
I must have stood in front of her door for ten minutes, before finally knocking on it. My knees seemingly were knocking louder. I heard her voice telling me to come in, so I opened the door. I immediately noticed Sasha, sitting on a stool in the kitchen, sipping a glass of wine. She was wearing a red silk robe. Her short blonde hair was wet and slicked back. I figured she just got out of the shower, yet she must have just done her makeup too, because her lips were covered in a pink gloss.
"Ah, I’ll take my cookies," she moaned, as I must have been too long with my look.
"Oh, right," I moaned, as I moved over next to her.
"Put them in that cabinet," she said, pointing right over her shoulder.
I moved over and opened it up. My hip brushing her shoulder. Her perfume drifting through my senses. I put the cookies in the cabinet and was closing the door, when she suddenly snapped up and pushed me into the counter. My hand’s rested on the cabinets, as I asked her what she was doing, with a little chuckle that went away when she pulled on the back of my hair.
"What the heck?" I snapped.
"Shut the fuck up!" She screamed. "Shut the fuck up and listen."
I tried to spin back around, but she pulled harder on my hair, as she hissed. "Look I know you’re stronger than me, but just stand still, or else."
"Or else what?" I moaned, a little agitated by the hair pulling.
"Or else you will never have me," she purred into my ear.
I could only offer, "Have you?"
"Yeah, fuck me!" She snapped. "Unless you wanna rape me, but I don’t think you..."
"I don’t!" I screamed. The rape word scared me and if she only knew.
"Ok, then stand fucking still and I‘ll tell you how to make your masturbation fantasies come true," she said, as she let go of my hair. "I’ve seen how you’ve been looking at me... devouring me with your eyes. Fucking me with your brain."
I was suddenly embarrassed. I mumbled, "Look, I just wanted to know... ah... if you would go out with me... sometime?"
"A date... really now... you wanna take me to the pop stand, for a pop?" She said, as she enjoyed a laugh.
"I know I’m young," I offered.
"Yes you are. Young dumb and full of cum, if you think I would date you," she scoffed.
"Well, then what’s this all about?" I said, feeling the sting of rejection.
"Not about dating. Did you really want a date, or did you want what happens after the date?" She teased.
"Look, I think I just wanna go," I managed, a bit flustered.
"What and miss the fun... I saw how your eyes lit up when I told you that my son was at my sisters. I mean who delivers cookies at eleven o'clock at night?"
"I-I just... you said anytime," I said in embarrassment.
"Just relax and let me be in charge, for now."
"And, I might just give you the best time of your young life. A story you can tell your friends, at your keg parties."
My heart was pounding. I also could have used a beer right about then, as my throat was suddenly as dry as a desert.
"BUT, if you wanna go home, and wonder for the rest of your life, what WOULD have happened tonight, then feel free," she said as suddenly released the pressure on my back. "Because tonight is the only chance you will ever have."
I stood frozen, in my search like position. I knew I was in over my head, and honestly she was scaring me, but not enough to move, well except for my knocking knees.
"Ok then," she finally moaned out, after a minute or two. She was also back to her hair pulling.
"Now don’t move, and answer my questions, and don’t even thinking of lying, or not answering, or game over."
"Ok, Ok," I moaned, while wondering if I should call her mistress.
"Not a virgin, are yah?" she teasing asked.
"Naw, I’ve actually managed to lose it." I said, already little annoyed with her teasing and staring at the cabinet doors, as she wouldn’t even let me turn my head around.
"Got a girlfriend?"
I just shook my head, as she had me there. My lone sexual experience coming at my best friend’s sister’s expense, one night after a beer bash. I still wonder if she was awake or not.
"C’mon... a good looking boy like yourself," she teased.
"I’m a man!" I snipped. Mostly ’cause being 18, I hated being called a boy.
"Really now," Sasha said, giggling. "And what qualifies you as a man?"
"What do you mean?" I finally mumbled, after thinking about it.
"I mean, at what point did you move from boy to man?"
"Ah... I guess... when I graduated from high school," I stammered, and she just giggled some more. "Or when I turned 18."
"Ok, I guess, but some might say it’s when you know the difference between a girl and a woman," she said, as she let go of my hair and started rubbing my shoulders, which I must say was much, much better than the hair pulling.
"Do you know the difference?" She purred into my ear.
"Well, you’re a woman," I said softly.
"Really, and what makes me one?"
I really didn’t know what she wanted me to say, as all kinds of stupid sayings were bouncing around my brain.
"Is it ‘cause I’m thirty something... or a mom... or is it ‘cause I know when someone wants to fuck me... and I know when I wanna fuck someone else?"
"Wait a second... do... you... ah...." I stuttered. "Do yah want to have sex with me?"
"I didn’t say that!" she cried out, with a laugh this time.
"Then why?" I moaned, more then a little confused.
"There is still a chance for you, albeit a small one, because I only fuck real men," she said, and I was still confused as I shrugged my shoulders.
"First, I need you to tell me, just what you want from me?" she said, stroking the back of my hair.
"I... ah... don’t get it," I mumbled and I didn‘t.
"Sorry, I guess I have lead the horse to water," Sasha teased. "In your fantasies, what do you picture us doing, when you’re jerking off?"
"Ah... we’re having sex," I mumbled, my face flushed, just thinking about it, and at what I just confessed to doing.
"Ah huh... Do yah ever dream about me... naked?"
I just nodded my head, as lately, she was all I ever dreamed about.
She just purred into my ear, like a kitten, and I also felt her body press up against my back, as she purred. "Tell me more."
"I-I... ah... had a dream last night," I said, enjoying her reaction to my revelation, as embarrassing as it was. (Were those her nipples rubbing against my back?)
"Was I in it?" She oozed, nibbling on my ear.
"Oh yeah, but I can’t, you know... tell yah... It’s embarrassing." I said, regretting my previous admission, as my groin was stirring, just thinking about it.
"But, if you don’t tell me, how am I supposed to make it come true?" She purred. "Dreams do come true... sometimes." She started humping me. “Do you believe in miracles?”
"Ok, but please don’t get mad," I moaned, as I also suddenly heard Al Michaels’ voice in my head, and I believed him.
"I mean... it’s a little weird," I mumbled.
"Just tell, I won’t, I promise," she said excitingly. "Plus it might turn me on."
That was all I needed to hear. I told her a rambled tale about a beach, picnic, soft kisses, making love in the sand and I pretty much stumbled my ass through it.
"That’s nice, I guess," she said, her voice masked with disappointment. "But why don’t you tell me what you really dreamed about?"
I spun my head around, and she wore a look of disappointment. She also quickly turned my head back to the cabinets. I was surprised that she knew my story was bullshit. I guess I’m not that good at lying, and I guess I can stop reading those romance novels that my mom leaves on the back of the hopper.
I took some time to regain my composure, not believing that I was actually going to tell her my recurring dream.
"Ok, it starts with you in a tight skirt, and blouse, with sexy stocking, and high heels. It’s like black and white, so I can’t tell the colors," I began, my voice trembling, still not believing that I was actually telling her about my dream.
"Well, you’re sitting on my couch and I sit down next to yah. I start by running my hands through your hair. I pull back on it and suck on your neck, and kiss your ears, as you softly tell me to stop. But instead, I start to unbutton your blouse. You beg me to stop now, but I just keep going. After just a couple are undone, I slip my hand in and caress your naked firm breast. Oh please, you only moan, as I pull on your hardening nipple." I suddenly froze, as I realized what I just said and I also noticed that Sasha was eerily quiet and there was no more body contact.
"No my dear, don’t stop now, please, I want to hear it all, now," she purred.
My body quivered as she pressed up against me again. This time, her hands wrapped around me, in a bear hug and she started to softly rub my chest. It took a minute or two, for me to catch my breath and start again.
"Well, I finally rip open the blouse, buttons fly, and then I soak in your beauty. Your breasts are calling my name. I begin to lick your breasts and kiss them all over, as your protests grow stronger. Especially, when I nibble and then bite on your nipples, but I just laugh, because I know that your hands are tied behind your back, and your ankles are crossed and tied tight too. I’m uninvited but caught you napping. You‘re totally helpless... you‘re totally mine."
"Continue," Sasha oozed, as my voice trailed off.
"Then, I slip a hand under your skirt...you bad girl...no panties. I also notice how wet you are, as I slowly press a finger into you. You moan, only this time, it’s a pleasurable one. You suddenly ask me not to finger you so rough, so quick, but I increase my speed, until you are ready to cum, but I’m not ready to let you."
I continued my story, closing my eyes, enjoying her wandering hands, although still not believing that I was going through with it.
"I slide you to a seated position on the floor, quickly tearing off your skirt, leaving you naked, except for some sheer stockings and some slutty heels. Suddenly I am naked too and I’m already excited and you see that as I approach. Your eyes open wide. You know what’s coming.
"My hard cock is pointing right at your lips, as you ask me not to, but I laugh it off as a fake plea. I rub my cock against your lips, until they finally wrap around my cock. Your tongue’s also working its magic. I help you by holding your hair and moving your head back and forth, as if you needed it.
"Your experienced mouth has brought me too close and there is still work to be done, so I sit you back on the edge of the couch. Your tied ankles rest on my shoulders and act to stabilize me, as you beg me not fuck you, as I’m too young. I just blow you a kiss, before I enter your wet pussy... the crushing feeling equivalent to being struck by lighting. Age is meaningless when my dick is hard and your pussy wet.
"Suddenly it begins raining, as you’re pleading again, only this time it’s a passionate one, as were rocking back and forth in an ecstatic tune.
"Suddenly, you break free from your waterlogged bonds. You slap my face and let me know that I'm in trouble. We’re also suddenly in a prison cell and you’re riding me, playing cowgirl... you are even waving a cowboy hat. I’m on the cold hard floor, and your hot body rides me in sharp contrast and then it’s my turn. I flip you over and now it’s your backs turn to feel the cold. I bring your knees up and pin them next to your ears and my body weight keeps them there, as I find my mark. Your pussy envelops me. You keep telling me to make sure I fuck you good, because it will be my last time ever, and that’s when I usually hear my mom’s voice, telling me to cum already and get off the poor woman... Ah, and that's when I usually wake up."
"WOW!" Sasha cried out. "That might be tough to live up to though, especially the mom part."
"I can’t believe I just told you that," I quickly confessed.
"Is that the only way you think you could have me?" Sasha said, smacking my ass.
"I know, it was just a dream," she said, wiping my forehead.
"Yeah, just a dream," I embarrassingly mumbled, but if she only knew the things I wanted to do to her, when I was awake.
"Thanks for sharing it anyways," Sasha softly moaned, before she leaned in and kissed my cheek. The simple kiss sent shock waves a-traveling.
"So now, do you want to know what I want from you?" Sasha said, as she pulled away from me. "Nothing."
"Nothing," I moaned, that sting of rejection, replacing the shock waves.
"That's right... I mean sexually. Honestly, the thought of you slobbering all over me, kind of makes my skin crawl."
"Then why...?" I said, back to being confused, while also a little insulted.
"Why, what?" Sasha interrupted. "It’s like a game, and in a game, you win some, you lose some."
"So are you saying if I win, I get to have sex with you and if I lose?"
"You don’t... I see you get the final payoff." Sasha snapped.
"But I still don’t see why," I sighed, still confused.
"What do I get out of it? Is that what you are trying to say?" Sasha said, and I answered by just nodding. "Honestly, it’s hard to find a man that will let me be in control. I guess it’s like your dream, most men want to dominate, but I like to be the one in control, at least when it comes to sex and games."
"So you’re like a dominatrix?" I quickly asked.
"Well, I don’t have any leather suits, or a riding crop. If that’s what you mean?" she said with a giggle. "And you don’t have to call me mistress or anything... just let me control the pace, and follow my rules, and I will promise you this, If you behave, I still do all the things guys like, sometimes whether I like it or not."
Suddenly, I felt her press into my backside again and I felt her reach around me again. She placed something silky over my eyes and tied it behind my head. I guess it was her robe’s tie. I could see out the very top and very bottom, so the blindfold wasn’t that scary, but I’ll admit, I was still very nervous. She led me into the living room and pushed me down on the couch.
"Now just sit there and don’t move, and you’re not allowed to remove the blindfold or game over, and no touching yourself. You think you can do that?"
"Yeah," I moaned, a little disappointed that my eyes weren't worthy yet. This was also the first time anything like this had ever happened to me before.
"Of course, I will make it a little hard for you to resist the temptation," she said with a giggle, which faded away. I heard some rumbling from the other room, as I sat and nervously fidgeted, my mind racing, matching all my other organs, at that point.
As I sat in wait, I suddenly thought of my passed-out mother, and then my little sister, who was tucked in for the night, upstairs. I knew that time wasn’t a factor for me, but maybe I was looking for an excuse. I wish I could say I was cool, but the only thing I knew about sex at that point was, you put part A, into part B, trying to get part C.
Honestly, I felt like a rookie who got called up to the show, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready, but my feet weren't running towards the door either. Basically, I battled with my emotions, until I heard her come back into the room.
"Ok, I went to my bedroom and got some clothes to wear. Did yah miss me?" Sasha oozed, her voice grabbing my senses. "I guess I should tell you what I got. Well... I got my shortest and tightest black skirt. Ah... I also got a white blouse and some sheer white thigh high stockings. That’s it, no underwear. Oh yah, I got my highest heels, as well. I never wear ’em; ‘cause they kill my feet, but I figured you’d like ’em, if only you could see them."
She finished with a flutter of laughter, which I knew was aimed a me, but I was still shaken by her clothes selection, asking myself, "Was she really gunna dress up, like in my dreams?"
"I’m gunna take off my robe now, and remember, no moving your head, no peeking, ‘cause I'm totally naked underneath it." I heard her voice become stronger as she spoke, and from the bottom of my blindfold I suddenly saw her feet. My pulse throbbed, knowing that she was standing right in front of me now. My body even quivered at just the thought, more when the appearance of her robe, dropping to the floor, almost on top of my feet, caught my eye. My pulse was not the only thing throbbing now.
"Wow, this is kind of embarrassing, standing in front of you... stark naked," Sasha said, rather freshly. "It reminds me of Monday, when I went for my company physical. New job... new doctor. He was nice to talk to, but he caught me off guard when he told me to disrobe completely. The nice nurse told me it was company policy. I think they just wanted me nude. I couldn’t believe they even watched... piece by piece until... God was it embarrassing! I’ll tell yah, the doctor certainly took his time looking me over. Of course, he was a doctor so he got to do more then just look. Men... If you were a doctor would you make all your female patients strip naked for the entire exam... I bet you would."
She was right. I was also going to have to look into some medical schools.
"Anyways... you know, I was thinking I didn’t get to rub in any body lotion, after my shower, so I think I’ll do it now. I like my skin smooth."
I suddenly saw her hand, wrapped around a bottle, come into view, as she stuck it under my nose briefly. She also adjusted my blindfold so I couldn’t see anything.
"Coconut," I instinctively moaned.
"Yeah, my fav," she moaned back. "I’m gunna just rub some in now... gee, where to start?"
She was killing me.
"OWWW," Sasha suddenly shrieked, and then I just listened, as she gave the play by play, in her sexiest voice yet. "I squirted some lotion on top of my shoulders. I’m rubbing it down my arm, my skin gleaming behind my touch... its coolness in sharp contrast to my burning flesh, and now the other arm... I need a little more lotion... oh my... it’s dripping down in between my breasts... I betta... ahhhh...that’s better. My breasts even feel extra dry tonight, maybe more lotion... Oh, yah that’s better, and now the other... ummm that feels so... Oh my, my nipples are tingling... and... ah yes, they are indeed hard now. I always get a little embarrassed when they do that. Like when the doctor examined them with his thumb and finger, the other day. I bet you wish you could do that, and as to just what they look like, but patience my luv."
I had to say, she had me there, and kudos to strong blind people, because being without sight, was driving me crazy. Sasha wasn’t helping either, and neither were her frigging rules. Especially the no touching yourself one, because I was painfully erect and needed to make some adjustments to my jeans.
"I think I’ll sit down for the next part," she whispered. "Ok, this is a little better, for my legs. Ummm they feel so smooth, just had ’em waxed. Some say they’re my best feature. That nurse, surely did."
I had to say she had great legs, but I was always drawn to what they led too
"But you being 18... you’re probably more interested in what’s hidden in-between my legs, eh?" She teased, as if reading my mind. "Oh my, some lotion has found its way... it’s dripping down my pussy lips... I betta... owww... looks like you’re not the only one showing signs of excitement now.”
I gulped. She knew I was hard now.
"Wow, this is so embarrassing, but I just shaved my pubic hair off. I never did that before, but I heard some younger women at work, talking about how their men just love it that way, so out of curiosity, I did it... right before my trip to the doctors. His eyes seemed to enjoy the view. How ‘bout you... you’re a young dude, do you like ’em all smooth, free of protection?"
I wasn’t sure if she was asking me, or just teasing me some more, but I just nodded, although to me, pussy was pussy. I was also a little stunned, because it was the first time I ever heard a woman talk like this. I was also growing jealous of that doctor.
"Yeah, I bet you do, but it’s embarrassing for a grown woman to be... to be so exposed. I mean you can see my pussy lips, twin meaty triangular folds of flesh, so clearly. Wow, with the help of the lotion, they even stay folded out to the sides, opening me up, like an open invitation... just like the doctor did to me." She finished by letting out a high pitched yelp, that shook my system.
"Sorry, I just couldn’t help myself, I was thinking about the doctor’s finger probing and my finger just slipped inside a bit, but no time for that now, I have to dress, as it’s time to move on to the next part of the game."
I kind of cringed at her statement, as I knew there was more in store for me, and I also knew that she was indeed playing with me, but I guess it was still better than me, playing with me. I also wanted to punch that doctor now.
She was strangely silent, during her dressing. My mind playing evil tricks, until I suddenly felt my blindfold being unfastened. A flash of light squinted my eyes. I blinked furiously, to focus on the magnificent sight before me.
When they cleared, Sasha looked a million times better than I dreamed she would. I was stunned that she had indeed dressed in my fantasy outfit. I watched intently, as she walked into the kitchen to get another glass of wine, again watching her every step, as she returned. She sat down in a hard old-fashioned type chair, just a couple of feet away. Her white blouse, doing little to hide her dark nipples.
"Silence!" She screamed out, interrupting me, also startling me.
"No talking, unless I ask you a question, ‘cause I know you’ll say something stupid, men always do!" she barked out. One thing that hit me was how she could change the tone, and sexiness of her voice, to add emphases, as needed.
"And you are a man, you said so earlier, so show me." Sasha said, back to her sexy purr. "Show me your manhood."
I just sat there stunned. I honestly didn’t know what to do at the point. I guess I was little confused at her boldness.
"Well... take off your clothes!" She barked out, and I was immediately unconfused. "Just pretend I’m the doctor."
"What?" I mumbled, stalling for time.
"You heard me."
"Look, you want to fuck me right?" She hissed.
"Yeah," I answered, never wanting anything more.
"Then do it! I do have to examine you," Sasha purred, before she barked. "Strip!"
"Wait, isn’t it supposed to be the other way around?" I said with a nervous chuckle.
"See what I mean, about men saying something stupid," she hissed, shaking her head.
She started to get up, so in a sudden panic I pulled my shirt up over my head, and tossed it to the floor. She settled back into her chair, a conquering smile on her face, as my shoes and socks followed. I tried to stand up to take off my pants, but she told me to sit back down. It was a little more difficult, but I was finally down to my boxer briefs. My heart was pounding in my chest. I wondered if 18 was too young to have a heart attack. I also noticed due to my nervousness, my hardon had nearly faded away too, which was more cause for alarm.
I was tugging on my boxer briefs, stalling. She snapped her fingers and I knew she wanted them, my last line of defense. I trembled, as I slid them off and kicked them aside. I just sat there, hands covering my crotch, probably looking like the scared kid I was. Sasha, on the other hand, just oozed confidence.
"What happened to Mr. Happy? Maybe I should put the blindfold back on. He seemed to like that earlier," she teased.
"Hey, shut the fuck up!" Sasha snapped. "You’re so close, don’t say anymore dumb-ass-shit. Like I can’t see that you’re nervous."
I watched, as she reached over for the bottle of body lotion that I saw, ever so briefly, earlier.
"Here... use some of this," she said, tossing it at me.
I dropped it, but I quickly picked it up off the floor. I must have also worn a puzzled look on my face.
"Use it to get yourself hard again, dumb-ass," Sasha hissed.
"Myself?" I mumbled.
"Yeah, I want to see you jerk off, like you do when you’re fantasizing about ravishing me." Sasha said, her voice cutting like a knife. "Only I’m here now, watching you and I ain’t tied up."
She really didn’t need to point that out, and yeah, it was embarrassing that she knew that I jerked off to her, but being asked to do it in front of her, was easier said then done.
"Do we have a little problem?" She moaned, before she laughed. "I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said LITTLE... It’s not that little."
Honestly, she wasn’t helping. I guess I was struggling with the first time blues, more than anything. You know, first time exposing your equipment to the opposite sex, still not sure of its value.
"Need some incentive," Sasha moaned, as she hiked up her skirt and started crossing and uncrossing her legs, ala Sharon Stone. "If you’re good, I might even let yah eat my pussy."
Her actions, her legs, her words, and the lotion, were all finally having a positive effect.
"Ah, that a boy," Sasha purred, when my cock was fully hard again.
"Wait a sec," Sasha hissed, before she opened up a draw under the coffee table. I gasped, seeing that she pulled out a wooden ruler, and even more gasping when she sat down next to me.
"I want to see just how much of a man you are," she purred.
I sat in disbelief, as she placed the ruler next to my cock, before she screamed out. "WOW, twelve inches!"
Ok, stop laughing, that’s not what she said, but we can all dream, eh?
Honestly divide that in half, and bingo. It was also something I didn’t need to know. She seemed somewhat satisfied, although I was mortified, my dreams of a career in porn, dashed.
She put my hand back on my cock again, as she told me to continue. Only now she was sitting right next to me, her breath tickling my cheek, as she purred into my ear. "That’s it, beat it for me. I wanna see you cum, before you make me cum, and if you’re really good... maybe after you’re done pleasing me... maybe I’ll suck your cock."
My whole body shook at her offer.
"Owww, did I hit a nerve there?" Sasha teased. "Yeah, I bet you’d just love my head to drop into your lap right now, huh? Like I’m some teenager in your backseat. Taking your slimy cock into my mouth. Your hand pushing my head up and down, seeing how much I can take, and then when you cum, maybe you’ll give me a face full, or maybe you’ll make me swallow. Is that what you want huh? Wanna chock me with your cum, maybe watch as it drips down my chin, is that what you want?"
I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. Her dirty talk sent me over the edge. I started coming all over myself, while Sasha just sat back and giggled.
"Men...! Now go to the bathroom and wash that shit off," she said, with disgust, before she went into the kitchen again. I did as she said, using the time to regain my composure, as I was more than a little embarrassed, and I also wondered what she had in store for me next.
When I returned to the living room wrapped in a towel after a good clean up I saw Sasha sitting on the couch, her finger calling for me.
"On your knees, dickhead," she barked and I followed. (I didn’t get the name calling.) She slid to the edge of the couch and put her feet on each side of me.
"Anytime now," she moaned, snapping me from my stunned trance. I reached up and started to unbutton her blouse.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Sasha snapped, batting my hands away. "Who said you could look at my tits?"
I just mumbled an embarrassed apology.
"Oh, if you could see the look of disappointment on your face," Sasha teased. "You must be a breast man... Oh all right, but no touching yet."
Feeling like I just hit the lottery, I went back to unbuttoning the blouse, and I guess I was. I pulled it out of her skirt and quickly pulled it open, her tits finally flooding my eyes. I spent some time burning them into my memory. They were better than I ever imagined. Perfectly perky, twin molds of flesh, capped with meaty brownish nipples.
"Ok, you can suck on them too," Sasha moaned out. I guess she was reading my face again, while also reminding me. "But no groping."
I quickly went to work, before she changed her mind. Her nipple seemed to get even harder in my mouth, as I sucked away. Sasha would let out a soft moan here and there, but just seemed more amused by my breast-feeding, than anything. Sasha finally pulled my head away, from her well-used nipples, and pushed down on my shoulders. I was a little disappointed, until she hiked her skirt up and I got my first glimpse at her shaved pussy. Disappointment replaced by amazement. Was this really happening?
She didn’t lie earlier about her pussy’s description, as she did have some very pronounced pussy lips. I quickly remembered what she said about the lotion, so I grabbed it, and squirted some right on her pussy. Sasha’s body flinched, and she let out a moan, as she did when I rubbed it in. I spent some time, rubbing, spreading, playing, and memorizing her pussy. I was in heaven, as it was the first time anyone had let me play so freely with theirs. Finally I think Sasha grew tired of my amateur like gynecological exam, so she grabbed my head by the hair and pulled me down to her pussy. The coconut smell filled my nose and then my mouth tasted it, along with her pussy. The two made a potent cocktail. Sasha’s pussy was the reason men loved women so...and why women turned gay.
I did my best to find her clit. Sasha wasn’t real audible. While it was another first for me, but when her thigh’s wrapped around my head and squeezed tight, I knew that my tongue had found her spot. I stayed focused on it, until she cried out in pleasure and until she finally pulled my head away.
"Oh my!" Sasha suddenly cried out, looking at my face. She used my towel to clean her juices off my face. She also must’ve spotted my erection. "Well looks like we’re ready to go again."
I was definitely ready to go, but she suddenly got up and went into the damn kitchen again, leaving me confused, and when she returned, carrying an egg timer, I was even more confused. However, I will say she looked damn sexy, with her skirt wrapped around her waist and her blouse hanging open and wearing those heels, while doing it.
"Ok, now for your final test," Sasha said, as she sat down on the couch next to me. "You see, I’m about to give that blowjob now."
Do I have to say I was excited to hear her say this? But I was still puzzled at the egg timer thingy. Sasha grabbed me by the hair and pulled me close, shoving the egg timer into my face.
"You see this... now I don’t like sucking cock at all... Why do all men assume that we do? But seeing as you say you’re a man, a real man, then you ought to be able to hold out, for at least two minutes. Two minutes of my cock sucking, without coming," Sasha slapped my face. “I mean, you already came once.”
I slide to the edge of the couch. I wanted my dick to look as big as possible. "Do you think you can do that?" She asked, while shuffling to a kneeling position, on the couch next to me.
I just nodded, not even thinking about it. I was still amazed that I was about to receive my first blowjob. Finally!
"Ok, if you last the two minutes, then you can fuck me, but only this one time. I’m no ones fuck toy. But if you’re a discussing, dirty little boy, and cum in my mouth, then game over." Sasha said, just before she spun the egg timer and her head quickly dropped to my lap.
I gasped. I felt her tongue doing the honors first, before her mouth joined in. Her bobbing head and her warm mouth, causing waves of pleasure, never felt before. Sasha was also making these truly erotic slurping sounds, as she increased her speed and sucking. I should have probably been thinking of dead puppies or something, anything to last, but instead I was taking it all in, in absolute amazement. I was also thinking about her high and mighty attitude. I reached over and grabbed a handful of ass. I almost lost it right there. I finally got to touch that ass that she used to tease me so effectively. It finally sunk in what she was.
After some good squeezes, I ran my finger in-between her ass-cheeks, and with the aid of some leftover lotion, my finger slipped into her asshole, causing Sasha’s body to quiver, but she didn’t take her mouth off my cock, so I boldly continued, deeper and deeper, until she snapped at me to stop.
"Not a chance!" I snapped back, and pushed her head back down on my cock. "Just pretend I’m the doctor, now."
I added another finger. She tried to fight me but I was stronger. I was done with her being in control. Maybe if she would have just been nicer I would have played nice. I would love to say I made the two minutes, but with all the factors, not a chance. I think fingering her asshole was the final straw. I grabbed her head with both hands and moaned as I began filling her mouth with my cum. I heard Sasha whimper, but I selfishly held her head in place, by the hair, until I was finished.
Sasha finally pulled away, and my cock flopped against my leg. She just flashed me a dirty look and spit some cum at me and then she ran to the bathroom. The egg timer ringing, just as she slammed the door shut. The dirty look on her face, with my cum running down her chin, forever burnt into my memory.
She came out of the bathroom a short time later and I quickly offered my apologies, but she simply cursed at me. She fished through her pocketbook, and dropped some money on the couch “for the cookies” she stated, before she marched into her bedroom, locking the door behind her, but not before telling me to "Get the fuck out and stay out!"
I was stunned. I couldn’t believe it was over. I couldn’t believe it even happened. Then I couldn’t believe she wouldn’t come out of her bedroom, or even talk to me. I guess I couldn’t believe that she wasn’t going to let me fuck her, after all. She was pissed. Did I really mess things up in the end?
It wasn’t from a lack of effort on my part. I tried everything, sweet-talking, begging, free cookies, blackmail, nothing. And that’s ultimately what I got. I guess I could have kicked the door in and had my fun. But I knew that wasn’t worth getting laid. That would have to remain just a fantasy.
But looking back on it, I’m not really crushed by the whole evening. I went to Sasha’s apartment with three goals that night. One, maybe get to see Sasha naked. Two, maybe get some oral sex. And three, maybe get laid. Well, like Meatloaf sang, two out of three ain’t bad.
Who knows, maybe one day I will pay Sasha another visit, and finally make my nasty dream, a reality.
I do know one thing, though, that’s if I live to be a million, I’ll never forget That Rainy Friday Night.
Thanks for reading my little tale