; ; I check the clock. 4:54. Only six minutes to go. I check my email ; again, and there's still nothing important to deal with. I rifle ; through the huge pile of papers in my inbox again. I check the ; clock. 4:55. Only five minutes to go.
; ; I want to get out of this place something fierce. Today is payday, ; which means I had to deliver paychecks to everyone in the office. It's ; actually the only part of the job I like, but I should have worn more ; comfortable shoes. My feet are killing me, my calves are killing me, ; my back is killing me, my neck is killing me. Even my ears hurt, ; thanks to these goddamn earrings my boyfriend gave me. I don't know ; what possessed me to wear the fucking earrings, it's not like I see ; the fucking idiot any more.
; ; I'm sore sore sore. If I still had money, it would be a great day to ; get a massage. I could really use a massage. The thing is, until a ; year ago, I actually had the money. I could've just called someone and ; I'd be on my way to get a nice massage. You see, Mom and Dad have ; money, and I used to be on an allowance. I was rich, and I was the ; real party girl. But then one of my friends threw a big bash and her ; wet blanket neighbor got pissed at the loud music and called the ; cops. The police came and charged me with indecent exposure and ; resisting arrest. It was a ridiculous situation, and the police were ; totally unreasonable. I got a good lawyer and the charges were ; dropped, but Mom and Dad were furious. And they just cut me ; off--snap!--Just like that. My lifeline gone. And now I have this ; shitty job.
; ; So I don't like wet blanket neighbors, and I don't like cops. And, ; right now, I'm not too happy with Mom and Dad, either.
; ; I hear footsteps coming my way and I check the clock and I hope ; whoever it is will just walk on by. But no such luck. "Virginia, ; honey, how are you doing?" Oh, shit, it's Larry. Larry the ; asshole. Don't honey me, asshole. Doesn't he realize it is 4:57, only ; three minutes to go? He's standing at the entrance to my cubicle, ; staring. I pretend to read my email. Maybe if I look busy he'll go ; away.
; ; "How are you doing on those expense reports?" Larry asks. Oh ; Christ. Now I'm annoyed. Really annoyed. I spin in my chair and face ; him. Larry is a short man with a tendency to sweat and a belly that ; hangs out over his belt. About six months ago his wife divorced ; him. He probably deserved it. Larry is a loser. Expense reports? He ; must be kidding. "I'll get them to you tomorrow," I say.
; ; Larry sighs. Larry sighs a lot. He runs his fat fingers through his ; hair. "Virginia, I wanted to finish them tonight," he whines.
; ; "I have an appointment at 5:30," I lie. If I can just make him feel a ; little guilty. "I could cancel it. But I've already canceled twice. I ; may have a problem rescheduling." I give him my best hangdog eyes.
; ; Larry sighs again. He stands there quiet for a minute, thinking. "No, ; no, don't cancel your appointment," he says. "But can you have them ; done by noon tomorrow? I need to turn them in tomorrow."
; ; I have no idea if I can get them done by noon tomorrow, how the hell ; should I know? "Sure," I say, "no problem."
; ; Larry turns his pudgy body around and walks away. Thank God. And it's ; 5:02, I'm two minutes late getting out of this shit hole. I grab my ; purse and I'm out of here like a truck with bad brakes, moving fast in ; my too-high-for-payday heels.
; ; My car, my car is the only real joy I have left in my life. It's a ; beautiful Porsche, which I got when I was still on my allowance. It's ; very fast, and it's very red. It looks beautiful there in its parking ; spot, all red and shiny and ready for anything. Unfortunately, I'll ; have to give it up soon, since I can't afford the insurance any ; more. But for now, I love every second I spend in my little red ; rocket. I am a real terror behind the wheel!
; ; I open the door and settle down into the leather seat and for a moment ; or two I just sit. I love sitting in my Porsche, the odor of the black ; leather, the smooth leather steering wheel. I kick off my shoes, close ; the door, turn the key, fire her up. The engine growls ; appreciatively. My Porsche loves to have her motor running.
; ; While the engine warms up, I run my hand over the gearshift. The ; manual transmission always gets comments from my friends. A woman ; driving a stick? I hear way too many phallus jokes. My boyfriend said ; my Porsche represents my subliminal desire to be a dominatrix--all ; wrapped up in black leather and leading a powerful machine around by ; its dick.
; ; My boyfriend was a fucking moron. Which is why he's now my ; ex-boyfriend.
; ; In fact, I don't think of my car as a man at all. To me, my Porsche is ; female. I like to think of her as a temperamental woman, one who ; carries me to the store or to see my friends and waits patiently for ; me to finish my errands. She's my little errand girl. And then I have ; her drive me home, purring like a kitten as I rev her motor.
; ; I don't tell a soul about this female car thing, though. Given the ; choice between dick jokes and dyke jokes, I'll take the dick jokes, ; thank you.
; ; I take off the emergency brake and back my Porsche out and take her ; into first. I'm the only one driving in the garage, and I'm out in a ; flash. Traffic is light, everyone must be working late to finish their ; expense reports. Ha! I'm even hitting the lights. I only need to run ; one yellow and one red on the trip home. As I turn into the parking ; garage at home, I almost hit some old lady on the sidewalk, and I honk ; at her, beep-beep-beep! And the old lady gives me the finger! Ha! I ; can't help but shake my head and laugh. An old lady giving me the ; finger! Christ, she must be fifty years old! I like that kind of ; spirit in an old bag!
; ; The close parking spots are all full, so I park my Porsche in the ; handicapped spot and leave her there and go to the elevator lobby. The ; lobby from the parking garage is a chintzy little room. The building ; owners do a good job keeping the building up, but they don't get down ; into the garage much. There are always old newspapers on the table and ; the ashtray is always full of old cigarette butts. And the elevator in ; this building is slow slow slow slow slow. And hanging around in this ; stupid little lobby is boring boring boring boring boring. Sometimes I ; take the stairs up to my apartment, but not today--my feet hurt, and I ; don't want to tackle seven flights of stairs in heels. At least there ; is a lock on the outside door, and I don't need to worry about creeps ; getting in and hassling me. My friend Alice lives in an apartment ; building with an open lobby, and she was beat up and robbed while she ; waited for the elevator. She was lucky. She could've been raped and ; murdered.
; ; Ugh, I shouldn't think about rape and murder, but what else is there ; to think about waiting for the elevator? It's the one thing I envy of ; men--they don't need to worry about being raped and murdered. And it ; pisses me off. Why should I have to worry about it, and not, say, my ; idiot boss Larry? Or my idiot ex-boyfriend?
; ; Finally, the elevator bell rings, the door opens, I hurry in and punch ; the sixth floor button. The door slowly closes and the elevator goes ; slowly into motion. I swear, it takes ten seconds to get from one ; floor to the next.
; ; Parking. Lobby. One. Two. Three.
; ; A girl could grow old waiting. At least the elevator doesn't stop to ; let anyone else get aboard.
; ; I finally get to my floor, and thankfully the hallway is empty, no ; neighbors to deal with. I'm home, I'm alone, I can finally relax. I ; let my purse dangle from my hand, and I sashay down the hall, and, ; since I know no one is watching, I giving my hips a sexy little ; swing. Although I wouldn't mind if anyone was watching. Someone ; peeping through a crack in the door. I've always had a soft spot in my ; heart for little peeper perverts.
; ; I need to unlock two locks to get in my apartment, the second one for ; an impressively heavy deadbolt. The owners installed deadbolts when ; some old biddy in the building demanded them. At the time, I thought ; the biddy was a demented old fool, but now that I have the big lock, I ; like it. There's something very secure about being inside a room ; knowing a deadbolt is set. Even so, that's another thing that pisses ; me off. Why should I need a heavy lock to feel secure? Why should I ; need to protect myself? Why are there so many sickos in this world?
; ; I'm inside, I close the door behind me, I put away my coat and purse, ; I turn the deadbolt--clunk. There's a note on the table from ; Jessica. Jessica is my roommate. After my parents cut me off, I had to ; rent out the spare room to help pay the rent. And my roomie turned out ; to be Jessica, a timid, plain girl who shops at Penney's and almost ; never says a word. She spends most of her time alone in her room, ; frigging herself off or something. She never even gets phone calls, ; never says anything. Even when I see her face to face, she doesn't ; talk to me. As a roommate, she's a total disaster. The only good thing ; about her is she pays her rent on time.
; ; The note says Jessica might be late and that she has a friend coming ; over. She might be late? Hell, I don't even know when she usually gets ; in. "I gave Darlene a key, so you don't need to stay if you don't want ; to." Jessica knows I like to go out at night, but the way my feet ; hurt, I could use a night off. And a girl's night in doesn't sound ; like a bad idea. Besides, it would be nice to finally meet one of ; Jessica's friends.
; ; But first I want to take a shower and get in my bathrobe. I kick off ; my shoes and stretch up high, blow the air out of my lungs, and take ; in a deep breath. Ah! I give my scalp a vigorous scratch, tousle my ; hair. It'll be great to take a shower, wash my hair, curl up on a warm ; couch with a magazine. All clean and warm and quiet. And meet this ; girl Darlene. What would a friend of Jessica's be like? Well, after ; all, she is a friend of Jessica's. She's probably a geek.
; ; Since it's my apartment, I get the master bedroom, which has the ; adjacent bathroom. Jessica's bathroom is bigger and has a tub, but I ; prefer showers, anyway. I go into the room and look at myself in the ; big mirror over the sink. My hair is a mess, and my makeup is a little ; worse for wear. I need to wash my face.
; ; I take off my necklace and earrings, and that feels good. Now that I'm ; unattached, I have no rings to take off, and that feels good too! I ; pinch my earlobes to get the feeling back. I strip all my clothes ; off. I usually wash my face naked, to avoid getting water on my ; clothes. My ex-boyfriend thought washing my face naked was funny, but ; not as funny as the fact that I wash my face before I take a ; shower. "Why do you wash your face at the sink when you're just going ; to wash it again in the shower?" he would ask.
; ; The fucking moron.
; ; I used to cheat on the bastard a lot. Thinking about it, I'm surprised ; I spent so much time with him. He was stupid, he had an ugly, nasal ; laugh, and as often as not, he was a premature ejaculator. I can't ; tell you how many times he dropped his load all over my belly before ; he even got it in. If I hadn't been cheating on him all the time, I ; would have been one frustrated girl.
; ; I gently wash my face, rinse the soap off, and pat my face dry. I look ; at myself in the mirror. I like to look at myself naked, and sometimes ; I like other people to look at me naked too. I can be a real ; exhibitionist, if I'm in the right mood. I am one of those girls who ; can eat anything she wants and not gain weight. And I absolutely love ; my tits. I hold the palms of my hands under them to press them ; up. They don't sag much, so I can go bra-less on occasion. But they ; are big enough to wobble, so I don't do it much.
; ; I lean in and study my face. I've always had a good complexion--I ; can't remember the last time I had a zit. But there are some things ; about my face I don't like, like my practically non-existent ; eyelashes. And I wish my eyes were a deeper blue--in this light they ; are almost colorless gray. What I would give for Claudia Schiffer's ; eyes! And my hair sucks. And my lips are a little on the thin side. So ; I'll never be a fashion model. C'est la vie.
; ; I love hot showers, and turn the water up as hot as I can stand ; it. The bathroom steams up and I step into the stall, close the glass ; door behind me. The hot water feels good on my thighs, and I slowly ; move under the hot spray. My skin flushes pink everywhere the water ; touches.
; ; I lather up my hair, using too much shampoo, but that's O.K., I like ; the feel of lots of suds in my hair. I massage my scalp with my ; fingertips, working it hard, and I gently work the lather into my ; hair, from root to tip. My hair is all sudsy, and I massage my scalp ; again, and then rinse off. The hot water runs over my face and down my ; front. A pink flush from the hot water runs between my tits.
; ; With a washcloth, I quickly wash the rest of my body, paying ; particular attention to my neck, my ears, my shoulders, between my ; legs, under my arms. I already shaved my legs in the morning, and they ; still feel smooth--I won't need to shave again for another day or ; two. I rinse off, and I'm clean.
; ; But I don't want to get out of the shower right away. Instead, I just ; stand here, letting the hot water run over me, over my shoulders, on ; my tits, I turn and it's against my back, I turn and it's on my ; belly. It's hot and steamy and pleasant and nice.
; ; I stand under the hot water and I think about old lovers. The good ; ones. Well, not necessarily the good ones, but the memorable ones. The ; best ones were the kissers. Jackson, who was one hell of a kisser. He ; wasn't much to look at, but he sure knew how to kiss. When I'm bored I ; sometimes think about what the perfect man should be, and he should ; always kiss like Jackson. Slow, soft, teasing. He had this way of ; kissing my upper lip--Christ, it makes my knees weak just thinking ; about it!
; ; And then there was Brad--never caught his last name--who I fucked in a ; closet. That was memorable! And Bertrand, the Swiss boy I fucked twice ; in his filthy apartment. And Linus, my girlfriend Alice's ; husband. Well, my ex-girlfriend's ex-husband. Alice divorced Linus ; after she found out, and she hasn't spoken to me since.
; ; And Thomas, with the amazing dick. Very long, very thick, and not very ; coordinated. He fucked me sore, and when the pain didn't go away, I ; thought he'd injured me. My gynecologist said my cervix was ; bruised. Jesus Christ, he bruised my goddamned cervix!
; ; Thinking about men is not a good idea. I should think about something ; else, or I'm going to get mad all over again. So I think about ; nothing. I just stand under the hot water and feel it on me. But I'm ; bored, so fuck it, I'm out of here. I cut off the water with a twist ; of the wrist. The bathroom is steamed up and I can't see a thing in ; the mirror. I turn on the fan and dry myself in fresh towels.
; ; I rub a circle of steam off the mirror with a towel. I look at my face ; centered in the circle. Damn, I look good! I pat my skin with the ; towel. I put lotion on my face and neck, and on my legs. I pinch my ; nipples and make them stand up. Whee! That feels too good! Maybe after ; Darlene leaves tonight I'll frig myself off. I didn't do it this ; morning like I usually do. Twenty-four hours without a cum is too ; long! A long, leisurely late night masturbation session would probably ; do me good.
; ; I comb the tangles out of my hair, and the strands hang blonde and ; straight around my head. Seeing my hair straight like this reminds me ; how flat my hair is. I should get it done. If only I had enough money ; for the hairdresser. And I'd rather have bad hair than go to ; Supercuts. Sigh.
; ; I dry off one last time, rubbing my skin pink with fluffy towels, ; invigorating my skin, making it prickle. I'm cooling off, and my ; nipples get all goosey.
; ; I head back into the bedroom and put on a pair of men's boxers (my ; sleeping attire of choice). I pull on my thick, warm bathrobe, tie the ; belt around my waist. And now I feel warm and comfortable. I hug ; myself, feel the warmth.
; ; I go back out into the living room barefoot, pad-pad-pad, adjust the ; thermostat to 76. That should be nice. I settle down into the sofa ; cushions, get comfortable, and pick up a three-week-old Glamour. I'm ; looking for a good article, I remember one article a few years ago ; that explained how to give a good blowjob, something like that, or ; maybe something funny, but there's just all this shit about job ; interviews and I'm flipping through the pages--
; ; Wait! I thought I saw something move out of the corner of my eye!
; ; I look around but I don't see anything. The dining room is empty. The ; kitchen looks empty. Someone could've ducked back into the bedrooms, ; they could be lurking there, waiting.
; ; But I'm probably just seeing things. I glance around one last time. I ; look back at my magazine but I'm thinking about what I saw out of the ; corner of my eye. I look around again. Still nothing. And I can't ; concentrate now. What if someone is in the room? Hiding. Could someone ; be here? It's a security building, and there's a deadbolt. How could ; he get in? But I swear I saw something, I swear I feel something. I ; shiver. Is someone there? I look around and strain my ears. I don't ; hear a thing, and I don't see a thing. Am I being paranoid? Why do I ; have this feeling? My skin goes to goose bumps.
; ; I put down my magazine and listen hard. I can hear my own breath, and ; I can hear my own heart. But there is nothing else. It is so ; quiet. How could it be so quiet? I feel a pressure, a presence. I ; definitely feel a presence. My heart thuds hard. I should get out of ; here. There's somebody in here I know it I should call somebody or I ; should get out of here and go next door or somewhere safe, what if ; it's a rapist a sick rapist? The hairs on my arm stand up and I'm ; afraid oh Christ I'm really afraid so afraid--
; ; BOOM!
; ; A flash of light and a roar of thunder, and the sudden downpour of ; rain.
; ; A storm!
; ; I exhale hard, but I'm still trembling. It's just a storm! I never ; liked storms when I was little, I was scared to death of them. I used ; to cower under my covers and cry. Now that I'm grown up, I'm over the ; fear. But I still don't like storms.
; ; That feeling, that feeling I felt of someone in the room, I bet I was ; just feeling the storm!
; ; The rain booms on the pavement, a real downpour, and there's a few ; more flashes of lightning. I'm relieved, there's no one in the ; room. It's a real doozy, this storm. I pick up the magazine again and ; I'm breathing too hard and I try to look through the magazine but now ; I'm not sure, I don't know, I'm not completely relieved, the unease is ; still in me. I put the magazine down again and listen. I can feel it, ; still feel that funny presence, I still feel something, and I'm not ; sure if it's the storm or not. What if the uneasy feeling was from ; both the storm and a rapist? I should check the door, make sure it is ; still locked--I feel a pressure, I shiver, I feel something--a loud ; crackle--
; ; BOOM!
; ; I jump, my heart jumps, wow, that flash was blinding close and the ; hissing explosion hurts my ears. My heart skips, I swear is skips and ; the lights go out, and it's dark.
; ; I can't believe it's so dark. What happened to the lights? I don't ; like this, I don't like this at all, it's dark, really dark, I don't ; like the dark when it's dark like this. I look around and there's dull ; gray light from the window but everything else is totally black. And I ; swear I feel something, I know it, I know it now for sure, I wasn't ; imagining anything, I'm sure of it, there is something nearby, ; something in the room! But I know there can't be anyone in the room, ; but I swear there is someone in the room! Someone in the dark! I ; should hide, wait for whoever is there to leave and forget about me ; but I'm afraid to move in the dark, what if I run into him in the ; dark? Please let it not be a rapist or a killer! Oh God, something ; moved! I saw something move, a flicker of shadow in front of the ; window. There is someone in the room! My heart thumps in my ears and I ; want to cry, someone is here in the room!
; ; And another flash of lightning, and I can see for a moment in the ; flash and the figure is right in front of me, right in front of me, a ; tall dark figure standing over me looking down at me and I'm going to ; die, I know I'm going to die, oh God he's huge and he's right in front ; of me, a big shadow of a man, and I'll be raped and killed and I ; scream--
; ; AAAAY!
; ; I can't help myself, and I shut up, but I can't hold it back--
; ; AAAAY!--I scream again, my throat hurts I scream so hard. I don't want ; to be raped, I don't want to be killed! I can't stop screaming--
; ; AAAAY!
; ; And the lights flash on and I can't bare to look at my attacker, I ; close my eyes tight, please just leave me alone and I tense up for the ; attack, I hold my breath with my eyes closed tight.
; ; I wait. My heart thumps and I wait. But there is no attack. Why ; doesn't he attack? I can feel him, just a foot away, standing over ; me. I breathe once, and I screw up the courage to look.
; ; It's a woman! A dark-haired woman! Right in front of me, why is she ; standing so close? I can feel her breath on my face. "I am Darlene," ; she says.
; ; Darlene?
; ; Oh yes, of course! Jessica's friend! It's Jessica's friend. I exhale ; with relief. Not a rapist at all, and I can't help but laugh. "You ; scared me," I say, and I laugh, I laugh because it feels so good. She ; backs away, backs all the way back to the front door and now I can ; breathe again.
; ; She is tall, very tall. She has a black overcoat on, her calves are ; bare, I don't think she's wearing hose, and she has ruby shoes with ; five-inch stiletto heels. I like heels as much as the next girl, but ; not the real high skinny ones. How does she walk in those things? But ; it's a snap for her, she steps back as natural as being barefoot. Her ; hair is beautiful, black and lustrous, tumbling down in loose curls ; around her shoulders. Her lips are deep red, and they look soft and ; moist. And her eyes, her eyes are absolutely black. I don't think I've ; ever seen eyes so black. She's smiling at me, red moist lips, and ; she's staring, staring hard with those weird black eyes, her stare ; makes me want to fidget. My knee leaps uncontrollably, like a reflex, ; and I grab it. I'm trembling. I need to calm down. With the lights ; out, when I thought she was a rapist, she really gave me a scare.
; ; "So you are Virginia," she says, smiling with pearly teeth. Her voice ; is a soprano, sweet, high and penetrating. She unbuttons her overcoat ; and tosses it away, just dumping it on the floor. She's wearing an ; incredible sleeveless red dress, stretchy tight and very short. What ; party did she just come from? Where ever she was, I'll bet the boys ; couldn't keep their eyes off her.
; ; Her body is incredible. She has big, round tits, and her nipples are ; prominent, and there's no way she's wearing a bra. The scoop neckline ; shows a lot of cleavage. She has a flat tummy and nice round hips.
; ; She steps off to the side and paces across the room, slow, deliberate ; steps, her heels clicking, and she doesn't take her eyes off me. Her ; body almost overpowers that dress, it struggles to cling to her ; muscles as she moves. "With a name like Virginia, are you a virgin?" ; she asks.
; ; "No, I'm not a virgin," I answer. She paces along, and now I'm not ; sure I trust her. What kind of question was that, anyway? Am I a ; virgin? What kind of question is that?
; ; She laughs, a big, robust laugh. She just throws her head back and it ; roars out of her. She has a slim, long neck, her throat pulses with ; her laugh. "No, I don't suppose you are," she says. She paces almost ; to the far wall and stops, turns to face me. She pulls a chair from ; the table and leans towards me over the back of the chair, and I can ; look right into her deep cleavage. Her skin is smooth and brown. My ; leg bounces in my grip.
; ; She stays there bent over, just staring. I'm shaking, what is she ; staring at? She stands upright again, still looking. She runs her ; hands through her shiny black hair. She shakes her head and her hair ; tumbles around her head like a lion's mane.
; ; And that smell! I swear I smell something, her perfume or ; something. It's nice, a little strong, but spicy and musky and ; intense. A little like sweat and a little like sex. She starts pacing ; again, retracing her steps, crossing the room in the other ; direction. "Do you think I have a nice body, Virginia?" she asks. And ; she walks along, and she does a slow turn, turning clear around, ; showing me her back, which is bare in that dress, and the tight red ; dress clinging to her bottom. She spins clear around, and paces across ; the room again, watching me.
; ; "I-I was just r-reading," I stammer, and it's a stammer, I don't even ; know why I said it. A dumb thing to say, but I thought I should say ; something and I wasn't thinking. Darlene just laughs, another powerful ; burst from deep in her lungs. She stops near the front door, on the ; landing, and stands there, facing me. "Do you like my breasts, ; Virginia? Do you think I have beautiful breasts?" And she runs her ; hands all over her tits, grabbing herself and squeezing and massaging ; them. Wow! Her nipples are really hard now. She just stares at me as ; she feels herself up. I can't believe I'm watching this!
; ; She crosses her arms in front of her, each hand on the opposite ; shoulder. With her arms crossed like that, she reminds of an Egyptian ; sarcophagus. But only for a moment. She flutters her eyelashes at me, ; like she's flirting. And she pushes the straps of her dress over her ; round shoulders and pulls the front of her dress down, and pulls her ; arms through, and now her breasts are bare. Deeply tanned, huge dark ; nipples. Her tits are bigger than grapefruits, and I find myself ; salivating at the thought of grapefruit. And not even an inch of ; sag. Those are the most gravity-defying tits I've ever seen. They are ; incredible!
; ; "I like to touch myself, Virginia," she says, and she feels her bare ; tits, squeezing the nipples and making them stand up obscenely. "It ; feels so good. Do you do this to yourself, Virginia? Do you like to ; touch your breasts?"
; ; I think I nod, but I'm not sure if I really do. I can't believe what ; she's doing, squeezing those beautiful big tits. She licks her fingers ; and squeezes her nipples with her slicked up fingers. She grins evilly ; at me, her eyes bore into me. And then she pushes her dress down, ; using both hands, down over the curve of her hips, rocking her pelvis ; back and forth until the dress falls freely to the floor. She leaves ; it there like a red puddle, steps out of it, and takes two steps ; towards me. She's only wearing her heels and a tiny red g-string.
; ; And now her scent is really strong. It's so strong it's distracting, ; and I catch myself just breathing it in, smelling it, letting it fill ; my lungs. She steps out of her panties, the little stringy thing hangs ; from one finger, and she drops it to the floor, and she's naked. She ; has a little swirl of black hair between her legs.
; ; "Look at me, Virginia," she said, her voice low and penetrating. I'm ; looking, I can't stop looking at her. She is incredible. I've never ; seen a woman like her before. I feel nervous, my nerves are singing, ; and I feel a trembling in my belly. I try to breathe in more oxygen, ; but I just get a lungful of her odor. My head doesn't feel right. "Do ; you want me Virginia? Do I excite you?"
; ; My legs hops up and I grab it, hold it down, but it jumps again. My ; head feels light, like I'm hyperventilating. The room seems to be ; shimmering. I don't trust my voice, I should answer her question, but ; what was the question?--whoa!--she's right in front of me! Right ; there, I didn't even see her come forward, but there she is, not two ; feet in front of me, her naked hips right in front of my face, those ; cute black pubes just a few feet from my eyes. And she spins off to ; the side and sits on the couch, right beside me, and she leans right ; up close, her shoulder bumps mine. She's radiating a strong heat, like ; an overheated engine. How did she get so close, right by my side? I'm ; not feeling quite right, I feel woozy or something, I can't seem to ; concentrate. I shake my head, try to clear the haze.
; ; Darlene laughs, and her laugh is loud and powerful, a thumping sound ; that throbs in my ears. "Look at me, Virginia," she says, I meet her ; eyes, she's looking down, and I look down and she swings one leg up ; over the back of the couch. Wow! Her pussy is right there! A prominent ; mound with just a trace of black hair, thick outer labia, protruding ; inner labia, and a gigantic clitoris all swollen and exposed.
; ; Her clit is amazing, a fat, bulging thing. And that smell! So strong ; it stings my nose. "Touch me, Virginia," she whispers, it's just a ; whisper, but her voice fills my head, resonating in my ears. I don't ; think I want to, I don't want to touch a woman that way, but her pussy ; is gorgeous, it's really gorgeous, and that clit! She rocks her hips ; up and spreads herself apart with both hands. Oh my God! She's all ; open and dewy and stinky. And she's hungry, I can tell she's hungry ; for me. The urge to kiss her cunt sweeps over me. I want to kiss ; it. All I'd have to do is lean down and put my mouth on her.
; ; I lick my fingers and get them all wet. My heart is pounding so hard, ; I can't hear anything but the pounding of my blood. My hands tremble, ; I reach out and I touch her clit, lightly, with two fingers. Darlene ; groans and rocks up against my hand, and I stroke it, sliding my ; slippery fingers all over the swollen bulb. And she arches her back up ; and shouts, and her body jerks spasmodically, hard, a half dozen or so ; violent jerks. I don't know how her luscious stink could possibly be ; stronger, but it is--oh, my head! I can't think! I'm about to pass ; out!
; ; I'm shaking, my whole body is shaking, and Darlene sits up and grabs ; my shoulders and pulls me to her. Her body crushes against mine, she's ; still jerking with her climax, I can feel it in her, and she squeezes ; me with powerful arms and I the air rushes out of me. Her hands run up ; my back, all the way up my back and she's holding my head, and she ; leans away a little, I look into her dark, sparkling eyes. She's ; beautiful, so unbelievably beautiful, those incredible black eyes. I ; turn my head and kiss her, and she laughs softly into my mouth, her ; soft lips, her voice vibrating in my mouth, and the kiss blossoms up, ; I wrap myself around her and she's pulling at my robe, opening the ; front, and her tongue presses into my mouth and she's pushing my robe ; off, off my arms, and she presses her body against mine, and feel her ; nakedness and her soft heat against me, against my breasts and belly.
; ; She struggles with my boxer shorts, yanking at them hard, pulling me ; around this way and that. She gets them down around my knees and I ; help her kick them off, and now I'm naked too, and we're kissing ; again, oh can she kiss! She's so hungry! Our arms all over each ; other. Her leg fits between my legs and she squeezes my nipples hard ; and Christ I can't kiss her any more, I can't do it, I'm passing out! ; I pull off and she comes after me with her sweet lips, but I pull away ; and gasp for air. "Do you love me, Virginia?" her voice is right in my ; head. "Tell me you love me." What a question! I gulp lungfuls of air, ; but I can't get enough oxygen, my lungs burn. "Tell me you love me," ; she growls, a loud menacing voice that scares me. Is she angry with ; me? "I love you I love you I love you," I say, how could I not love ; such a woman? And she kisses me, and it's all right, she's not angry, ; she sucks my tongue into her mouth, nips it with her teeth. Her hands ; on the backs of my legs, stroking my legs up and down and I want her ; to touch me, touch my sex, I stretch my legs and press up against her, ; and up she comes, lightly between my legs from behind, and she holds ; my ass, pulls me into her--oh!--she touched my anus! She rubs it with ; her finger, and I'm embarrassed, but she just stops kissing me and ; laughs and tickles my anus some more.
; ; She burrows in and she kisses my neck, kisses my neck, lips and tongue ; on my skin, kissing. I love that, I love it a lot and I tell her, "I ; love that," her tongue up and down--oh!--I throw my head back, her ; tongue up and down my neck, up and down, her open mouth on my neck, ; she sucks, suction and hard kisses and up to my earlobe, sucking, her ; tongue fat in my ear, her soft hair on my cheek, and back down again, ; she nibbles my neck, lips and teeth, I need her closer, my love ; Darlene closer, my hands on her bare back, her shoulders, I pull her ; close, feel her hot skin on me, she is so soft, and she squeezes my ; breasts--oh!--her thigh works between my legs, rubbing, rubbing, I ; can't breathe hard enough, and I can't get close enough to her, and ; I'm on fire, my puss is on fire--
; ; Ow!--ow!--
; ; Jesus, she bit me! Hard! It hurts! But no, it's not too bad. A love ; bite, I'll have a hickey, but it stings, it stings a lot! I grab her ; head and pull her mouth hard into my neck. "Again," I whisper, but I ; can barely hear myself, just my own hard breath and her hard breath, ; her tongue slithers against my neck, into the sting of the bite, I ; hold her head, her soft hair in my hands, hold her tight, and her ; mouth opens wide, opens onto my neck, pressing hard, lips, tongue, the ; tips of her teeth pressing on my neck, my heart pounds, pounding in my ; temples, her mouth wide, sucking, her wet tongue on me, the teeth ; pressing my neck, pressing, harder, take me Darlene, don't tease me, ; "Take me Darlene!" give me your love--
; ; Ow!--fuck!--oh God, it hurts!
; ; She's in!
; ; Tears in my eyes, Christ, I can't believe how it hurts! Her teeth ; inside me.
; ; I can't breath, oh God it hurts so much, I can't believe how much it ; hurts, and she sucks, drinking me--oh Christ, I'm cumming!--oh!--the ; spasms in my sex, the long liquid waves, oh God, her teeth move in and ; out, I'm crying, I press up into her, the waves go in and out, she ; sucks deeply from my neck, my sweet Darlene, I am yours!
; ; She stops! She's gone, the joyous waves still flow through me and the ; wet trickle down my neck and I'm filled with emptiness, I cry out, ; "Darlene!" and I reach for her, I can't find her, my eyes won't focus, ; and the beautiful climax still flows through me, and now her mouth is ; on my arm, I feel her beautiful touch, in the crook of my arm, she ; bites into my arm, the beautiful stinging pain. Lord, dear Lord!
; ; And she stops, licks the blood from my arm, her tongue bloody red, and ; she kisses up my arm, nuzzling into my armpit, I hold her under my ; wing, her soft hair on my breasts, tickling my sides, and her teeth ; are under my arm, sinking into the flesh under my arm, and I'm cumming ; again, stars drift before my eyes, and she stops again, moves to my ; breast, sucks my nipple, my lover sucks and pulls with her lips and ; tongue, so gentle, I can't breath, I can't catch my breath--oh ; God!--my head, my head feels light, and she kisses down my belly, ; tickling with her tongue, down, and I spread my legs wide and she's ; between my legs and she kisses me there, I touch my neck and my ; fingers come away covered with blood, and her long tongue licks up my ; sex, her lips on my clit, pursing, sucking and I'm cumming again, I'm ; crying, tears in my eyes, the waves, the arching waves, and Darlene ; opens her mouth on my pussy, her mouth wide over me, and her teeth ; enter the flesh of me, her mouth is on me, her teeth tear, she takes ; me, take me Darlene! She slurps my blood, the lovely hurt, sucking, ; drinking deeply, the waves, my eyes open, but it is dark, it is so ; dark, she drinks me, the dark waves, she draws me out, it is so dark, ; like night, like a hole, my love takes me in, my Darlene, my dark ; sweet Darlene, with black hair and eyes, it is so dark, so dark, I ; dream of the night, my Darlene, Darlene in the night, and darkness, ; blackness, Darlene, Darlene ...