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Author: Milliford Jones
Title: The James Norton Saga - "girls" 002
Universe: Passions (of the Perverted) Series: The James Norton Saga
Summary: James back inthe States after ten years in Asia.  He reconnects
with old friends and his first lover, then gets emmeshed in a whole new
set of perversions.  Keywords: MF,inter,nosex,romance
   [For (nasty) adults only.  Yes, we start slow, but we know where we're
going.]
   The drive from the airport was dreamlike.  The combination of blind luck
(or fate as Bill reported it), jetlag, lack of sleep, heartbreak and
over-riding guilt all contriibuted.  Still James was very conscious of
Sharice sitting beside him.
   Yet every time he started to react, it was countered by the thought,
"what have I done".  The only thing that kept him anchored was hearing
Bill's familiar upbeat chatter on the way, and the feel of Sharice's firm,
but female-soft thigh, arm and breast pressing against him felt deliciously
inviting as she interjected her thoughts.
   "....Man, you wouldn't believe how much shit done happened while you
been gone.  I am now the Manager of the all the Runnin' Line sports
franchises in this city.  There's seven all together now.  I'm pullin' down
more money than I ever thought possible, but work so many hours I never get
a chance to enjoy it.  I own myself three houses and got single mothers
living in two of them, both of whom are only too happy to offset their rent
with a little nookie on the side.  Leon, Darrel and me still hit the
basketball court two or three times a week at the Treeside Park for pickup
games, and if you can still dribble and pass, I bet you and me can get
right back into gear as the meanest salt'n'pepper combo in this city. 
Sharice is gonna get her ass back into school, whether she knows it or not,
and is gonna finish that degree she started back before you left.  And if
she pops out any more kids in the next two years, they damned well better
look a lot more like you than the nigger down the street or I'm gonna throw
her out on the street my own damned seltf."
   "Listen to my big brother," chided Sharice.  "Like he could throw out a
stray dog, much less his sister.  You ain't fooling anybody, Bill.  You've
always been a sucker for a sob-story or an underdog." Then she grabbed
James' hand.  "And don't you nor him need to feel sorry for me.  I fucked
up.  I admit it.  But I know I'm luckier than most.  I got a brother who
loves me, and if you and I was to start up again, I promise there wouldn't
be nothin' but your cock makin' its way up my pussy.  I may have been a
prostitute for the past few years, but I ain't a whore, and even when my
man put me out on the streets, I wasn't no skank.  No man got to ride
bareback, and no man but my man got to pump no cum in my pussy, ass or
mouth, but even he lost interest after my second baby.  Said we had become
a business arrangement.  That's when he got real hard, tried to get me
dealing dope for him too and convince me that I ought to change my modus
operandi to include whatever the customer wants.  Not this girl.  I may
have fucked up big time, but I wasn't ready for that.  That's when I called
Bill and begged him to help."
   "And I'm just pissed you didn't call me sooner," Bill cut in.  "You
should have called as soon as he suggested you peddle pussy.  You don't
need that shit.  Any man 'd put his wife on the streets ain't no man.  You
notice he ain't made no contacts since you packed and left either.  Not
about you and not about 'Ness or Pat.  Motherfucker knows better than to
show his face in this town while I'm here."
   Sharice laughed.  "Same Bill.  Neighborhood don't need no police while
you and your neighborhood commitee are on the job.  Honey, I ain't felt
this happy or safe for years." Then she reached over across James to hug
her brother.  Of course James was very conscious of Sharice's generous
plump tits dragging against his chest as she did, and her hands brushed
very familiarily over his cock as she drew back.  What amazed him was that
he was aroused.  He had thought his guilt and remorse would stop him from
reacting to anyone, but something about Sharice touched him both above and
below the belt.  He loved her.  As a friend, no doubt.  As an intimate,
assuredly.
   He was worrying over his reactions when Bill pulled into the driveway to
his home.  The garage doors opened automatically, and closed behind them as
Bill turned off the engine and climbed out of the car.
   "You two make yourselves at home, which means I expect you to drag your
own lugguage into the house, figure out which room or rooms you're staying
in and keep yourselves entertained for the evening, I'm about to knock off
a serious piece of ass before I get a couple hours sleep.  Then he turned
sober.  "Seriously, I suggest you two keep your hands off each other at
least till you both figure out what the fuck you're doing here.  I don't
mind you two fuckin', but I love both of you and don't want to see either
of you get any more hurt than you already are."
   Sharice called out to Bill as he walked away, "You a fine one to talk.
Bet your little slut you be fuckin' tonight is either underage, married or
on parole."
   "Probably all three, wouldn't be the first time," Bill chided as
disappeared in the house with a laugh.  "But she knew what she was gettin'
when she came home with me.  You two make yourselves at home."
   That left Sharice and James alone.
   "Well, honey, looks like Bill ain't changed a bit," she smiled. 
"Runnin' off for some coochie and tossing advice at us as he goes."
   "I guess not," smiled bill.  "But I'm awful grateful for that, too. 
I've got some serious life restructuring to do, and having a friend like
Bill could make all the difference in the world."
   "Mmmm-Hmmm," said Sharice, giving James a studied look.  "I think we got
some serious catching up to do too, James.  Maybe we can do it between the
sheets if you up to it."
   James broke into a crooked smile.  "Sharice, if it was anybody but you
saying that, I doubt if I could even consider it.  But I think you could
arouse me if I was on my death bed.  I've been so depressed for the past
week, I would have thought anything about romance or sex was hopeless, but
all you had to do was brush your titties against against me and smile, and
I'm feeling like a man again.  You give me hope."
   Sharice laughed.  "I'll be giving you a lot more than that if you can
get your dick hard." Then she turned suddenly serious, with a turn of
expression and phrasing that mirrored her brother from minutes before. 
"Right now, I need something real and tender.  Whatever I said about us not
knowing what we were doing back then .....  really, it was always sweet and
felt right.  I'd like to have that again, if I could.  Even if it's just
for tonight."
   "Me too," said James.  There was a momentary pause while they drowned in
each others eyes, then they reached for each other as if setting up for a
dance, his left hand went to her waist and his left behind her back to pull
her to him, she placed both her hands behind his neck and they melted
together in a kiss.  James found Sharice's mouth open, liquid and inviting.
She sucked his tongue into her throat.  She tasted sweet and spicy.  Again,
even after ten years and who knew how many lovers that lay between them, it
felt good and right to be kissing Sharice.  Familiar and warm and spiced
with desire.  Her full breasts crushed against his chest and her body
molded itself to him.  She felt ripe and open to him.  Heating up quickly
and in the close confines of the car, the smell of her sex began to waft up
from her already wet cunt, and his cock was tenting his pants almost
comically.
   "Ohhh, I like that," she said as they broke the kiss.  "You still got
the softest lips and sweetest mouth this black girl has ever tasted.  You
done learned how to soul kiss good too."
   James smiled shyly.  "I'm glad you liked it.  I was afraid I couldn't
meet your expectations now that you're a woman of the world."
   "Honey, after nine years of parenthood, eight years of marraige, and the
past five years on the street, if you can treat me nice, keep me warm and
eat my pussy, I'll be more that satisfied."
   "Well, you know you've got that," James said softly.  "If fact, if all
you need is to be held, we can do that.  You got me going, but I don't have
to fuck to be with you.  It's never been that way for us."
   Sharice kissed him again lightly and said, "You are so sweet.  No wonder
you got into my pussy when nobody else could.  Now you get me when I've had
more cock than I can remember, but you can bet I ain't never got bored with
a man who loves to suck my koochie.  That was one thing you were never shy
about, and I like that.  I like that a lot."
   James grinned, "Then we're both in luck, cause that's still where I go
to worship."
   They kissed again.  This time there was no restraint, Sharice reached
for his cock and tested it for length and hardness.  James in turn reached
up her blouse and fondled Sharice's breasts, surprised to find them so
full, soft and pendulous.  These were a mother's breasts, and that served
to excite him even more.
   "Let's get out of this car," Sharice whispered.  "I don't need to be
fucking you in no car.  I want some romance and pillowtalk."
   "Me too," smiled James.
   With that, they broke their lover's clench and got out of the car.  Once
again James grabbed both his backpack and Sharice's suitcase.  Then they
went into Bill's home, not even ready for what they were going to find
there.  
  
The James Norton Saga Part Two - girls 002