“I agree. I don’t think you can either.”
I’d actually never had anal sex. It never seemed like a mandatory thing to me. I loved pussy. But I did want to see what would happen if I played with Jemistry’s ass.
I slipped two more fingers into her ass.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Being freaky and creative.”
I bent my knees and placed the head of my dick at the rim of her pussy and started fucking her. Her pussy gripped around my dick as if it was milking it. Again, that is what I adored about her. Her desire for me was real, not fake, and she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
After a couple of minutes of going to town on her pussy, I started moving my fingers in and out of her ass at a rapid speed. The effect was immediate. Jemistry spurted pussy juice all over my dick and then screamed out in pleasure.
“Shit!” she exclaimed. “Oh my beejeezus!”
She tried to get out of the shower but I held her in place.
“Hold still,” I whispered in her ear. “I haven’t come yet. You know it feels good.”
“Yes, it feels real good.”
“I want you to cream all over my dick again. I’m not taking it out until you cream again.”
I kept plummeting my dick in and out of her pussy until we both climaxed together.
After that, we lay in bed and stared each other in the eyes until we both dozed off.
I fell asleep with the vision of Jemistry in my mind and in my heart.
Chapter Fourteen
“I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it.”
—Audrey Hepburn
Man, your game ain’t shit!” Floyd was talking mad shit as usual. “For someone so damn tall, you shoot like a ten-year-old.”
“Whatever, man. I always beat you, and I’m going to beat your ass again today.”
We were playing basketball, one-on-one, in his driveway. He lived out in Largo with his wife and four kids. We worked together at Sibley. Floyd was a cardiologist.
“That’s an urban legend. You’ve never beat me.?
?
I had the ball after Floyd had barely managed to make a layup with his five-eight frame. Midget!
I looked around. “No one else is out here so not sure who you expect to hear that lie. I’m up five points right now. Yet you call my game shit?”
“I’m fucking with you, man. It’s all about knocking down some stress.”
“Damn right!” I bounced the ball twice and made what would have been a three-pointer on a professional court. “Kind of like I just knocked that ball into the basket without you even touching it, huh?”
“Whatever, punk!”
We both chuckled as Floyd attempted to catch his breath.
“Let’s take a break and get some of Courtney’s lemonade.”