“Guys, Jane’s here,” she said.
A cup was put into my hand. Something was poured into it. How she was able to do all this absent sight was impressive. I wondered if she was wearing military night vision goggles or something.
I stood still for a moment, wishing my eyes would adjust to the dark and show me all its hidden secrets. They didn’t.
“Hey Jane,” came a female voice that I guessed was Veronica.
I waved, like an idiot, and was suddenly glad nobody could see me.
“Hello,” I said.
I sat down on the bed and leaned back against a pillow.
“We’re all gonna fit on this bed?” I asked.
“Oh we can use the bed, the floor, the shower…whatever you want,” Ferrah replied.
“Jane, what’s up baby?” came the soft voice of Ray, Goldenboy.
“You sound hot, girl,” came a strong voice that I guessed was Stallion’s.
His strong arms wrapped around me and squeezed tight.
“Stallion?” I asked.
“Yep,” he said as he swung his leg around and sat behind me, pulling me back against his chest.
“Well…I…umm,” I tried to argue.
I was mad at first. The audacity. But then I remembered why I was there. We were all part of an erotic chat group. We’d all talked about fingering ourselves or jacking ourselves off or straddling a guy and fucking him into oblivion or taking it in the ass for the first time. We’d told all of our dirty little secrets and those of us meeting in this room were perhaps the closest of anyone in the group. We were the consistent few.
“I remember the pictures you sent me,” Stallion whispered into my ear. “My favorite was the one with you bent over, your ass towards the camera, and you looking back over your shoulder with your pussy lips there below the crack of your ass. Damn.”
I blushed in the dark. I’d sent photos to a few people, usually careful to keep my face out of them. With Stallion I showed him everything. And he’d done the same.
I still had a picture he sent me. He was completely naked, leaned back in a leather desk chair, a cocky grin on his sexy face, and his hand wrapped around the base of his cock. His fist didn’t even cover half of it. The man was huge.
“Do you remember that time you told me you’d never been with a black man before?” he whispered.
My heart raced. I did say that. I sipped from my cup. God it was strong. Whiskey.
“Yes, I do remember that.” It had just slipped out. I don’t even think I knew it was coming.
I felt his cock rise and settle at the spot just above my ass. I couldn’t believe it. Stallion was right there in a room with Ferrah, a girl he’d already fucked, and he was coming on to me. And the head of his dick poked me in the back. I couldn’t be sure without reaching back and grabbing a hold of it, but it seemed to be tapping freely against me with no fabric restraint. Had he worn his robe and only his robe the way he’d been instructed? That was so fucking hot.
I liked feeling him against me. I took another sip of my whiskey.
I hadn’t had a cock inside me since the last time I went out to sing karaoke, probably a year before, when I’d had too much to drink and slept with a Frank Sinatra wannabe.
“And I remember you saying something about how you’d take me in your mouth, all of me, and suck me until my asshole clenched and my eyes rolled back.”
I’d said that too.
His tongue lashed out at my ear lobe. Just one little flick. But that did it. I felt myself getting wet again. I turned my face to get closer to his ear.
“I remember you saying that you wanted me to sit on your face, to ride your face, until your thirst was quenched by my juices,” I whispered.
It was the darkness. Something about the absence of sight made things less risky. It felt unreal, like it was all some erotic dream and I was free to do whatever I wanted. All my other senses felt heightened.