Page 33 of F*ckin' With Me
Mr. Brand, Rashad, and I went to the reception to sit, drink, and be merry. More people came out to the reception than I thought would, especially on Justin’s side of the aisle. I guessed all they heard was they could still eat and drink with no worries. The catering was top-notch. I made sure I made a few healthy to-go plates for my baby.
All that food that I packed was for naught. The plates were on the ground, and food was everywhere. Like I was instructed to do, I knocked on the door when I got back to the villa. I knew before I got there that Simonette was alone. I saw my fast ass sister boo’d up with the nigga from the wedding on the patio of what I assumed was his villa.
When I knocked on the door, her ass opened it, dressed in a lingerie set and high heels that instantly bricked my dick. Yeah, I’d seen her in a bathing suit and naked, but this hit differently.“You not playing fair, Sim, damn.” I tilted my head downward to put my eyes on the plates on the ground. “I brought you some food, but as you can see, the ground was hungry.”
“It’s alright, Day. I have something for us here.” She stepped to the side to let me in.
My hand ran across her stomach as I passed her. My eyes bounced around the room.Oh, Rissa is on her good bullshit tonight.There were candles lit around the room and rose petals sprinkled on the floor. My cheeks rose when I felt arms wrap around me from behind. “This is really nice, Sim.”
Her soft voice sounded. “You really like it? I thought you would think it was corny or something.”
I grabbed her wrist to pull her to my front. I took the time to take in her beauty. My lips kissed her forehead. “Stop doing that shit. This shit is not corny.” I took another look around the room. “I like this shit.”
It was crazy because I really did. I never thought I would be the type of nigga that liked that kind of thing. I always thought it would make me feel soft, but it was the complete opposite.
Simonette stood on her tiptoes then wrapped her arms around my neck. “Well, I’m happy that you like it because I like you. I want you.”
At this point, my dick ached and needed to be put in something. “I feel like you’re trying to get fucked, Sim. Is that what you want to happen?”
A seductive expression covered her innocent features. “I would like that very much. Only if you want to.”
I smacked the cuff of her ass that hung out of the cheeky panties she had on. “You know I want to. I just want to make sure you understand that I’m about to bust the seal off that pussy. After I get in it, that’s it. We locked the fuck in.”
If I saw any inkling of hesitation, she’d leave that island a virgin. It was too important a decision for her to have any kind of hesitancy. She needed to know this was what she wanted . . .
Her words interrupted my thoughts. With confidence laced in every word, she responded. “I’m ready to be locked in.”
With a deep smirk, I lowered myself enough to lift her from the floor. Her dainty legs wrapped around my waist. Our lips locked in a passionate kiss. My feet moved to our bedroom. Her lips disconnected from mine when my feet stopped. Her hips wiggled, prompting me to put her down. “Let me take a quick shower, okay?”
After she nodded, I kissed her lips before I stripped on the way to the bathroom. It was about to be the shortest shower of my fucking life.
Close to the end of my shower, the sliding door opened. Simonette stood there in all her naked glory.Damn, did my sister download a sexual confidence upgrade in her or something?“Can I join you?”
“Sim, I’m not about to fuck you in this shower. As much as I would like that, you’re not even ready to imagine that shit.” I wanted to be as respectful as possible to my baby’s pussy the first time I was in it.
She stepped into the shower. “I don’t want you to fuck me. I want to suck your dick.”
A Little Earlier. . .
“Alright, I know you’re shy by nature, but you can’t be shy with this shit. I need you to dig into your confidence bag and bring all that shit out, even if for tonight, for now. If you are going to be shy acting, it needs to be a sexy ploy,” Rissa said.
For the last hour and a half, she walked me through different sexual things. Some, I’d read about, and others, I’d seen in porn. I was sure our butler thought we were crazy when he walked in on us with cucumbers in our mouths. I was mildly embarrassed, but Rissa kept sucking as she pointed out where to place the food we ordered for the special night.
My shoulders lifted with the deep breath that I took. “Okay, I got it. Confidence and sexiness are a must. What should I wear?”
The devious smile that eclipsed her face brought me pause.I’m in trouble.“Oh, I got you covered, love.”
She rushed off to the bedroom. I closed my eyes because I felt like I needed to be surprised. When she told me to open them, I hesitated. My eyes opened and continued to expand once I saw the laced fabric in her hands. I took whatever it was from her. I lifted the two-piece set. “Rissa, where is the rest of it?”
I held up what I thought was underwear, but they couldn’t have been. The fabric that covered your butt and vagina was nonexistent. The top part that looked like a little baby doll dress was lace. Oh, and the outfit was yellow. It was proven that weekend that yellow was my color.
Rissa took the panties from my hand. “Simonette, these are what you call crotchless panties. They allow men to have sex with you without taking them off.” She picked up something from the table. “These are pasties. They go over your nipples.”
I looked down at my shirt. Pasties! “Rissa, I might as well be naked.”
“That’s certainly an option. You could just wear pasties and panties. Oh, that would be sexy as fuck.” She did a jump with a shimmy.
My hands and head competed on how hard they could shake. “No, no! I’ll wear the lace thingy over it and the pasties.”
