Page 32 of See No Evil

“Well, that’s good to hear because I’m telling you, some of y’all treat women like prostitutes, as if you can pay for the coochie with a cookie. Thirdly, we done told all of each other’s business, and continued to hold the torch. That was the third mess-up. If you’re a narcissist, you just hit the jackpot with my dumb ass.” She giggled.

“Why would you say that?”

“Narcs like to learn everything about somebody, use it to love bomb and gaslight them first, and then to break them down. I have done everything tonight that I tell my daughter to never do when she starts dating and—”

“AHAAAA! Gotcha! It IS a date! We’re dating!”

“No! No!” She sat up, wagging her finger. “Don’t try to twist it, Legend!” she yelled, laughing.

“No my ass! You tried to say this wasn’t no date, we were just friends, school chums.” He rolled his eyes. “And now, ya slipped up. Fourth mistake of the night!”

He jumped to his feet again, animated and waving his limbs. She began to cough, taken under by the laughter. “Don’t get all choked up about it. You’re so full of shit… but thank you forfinallycalling this exactly what it is. A date. We’re dating. Just admit that you want a piece of Legend, so we can stopbullshitting. You know you want me, baby, as much as I want you.”

“It’s not a date. No, we’re not dating.” She smirked, not even able to muster a straight face.

“Itis… and yes we are. This is just the beginning. Say it. Say, ‘I went on a date with Legend Vidal, and I liked it.’” He said the words in a high-pitched, feminine voice. “The other day, I put on this cute little pajama outfit that had my boobies all glossed up and about to pop out, let him cook me dinner, and split a cigarette with him. Then, I told him my business, and he told me some of his, too. Then I invited him over again for a bomb ass steak, and we got even deeper with the conversations. We bonded ’nd shit.” He batted his eyes like some prissy woman. “Then I texted him and asked him to come by, so we could cook dinner together. I put on a black satin robe and sexy pajamas. But I’m just going to keep sitting here and lying, pretending I don’t want the D.’ Is we over, or is we done? ’Cause you’re busted, and I’ve had it up to here with you.”

She started laughing all over again, and then, she screamed when he lunged at her, pressed her down flat on the couch, and gently kissed her lips…

They looked into each other’s eyes, both breathing heavy… then he kissed her again… and again, until they were tasting each other’s lustful flavors.

“You ready to be a fucking grown up and stop playin’ with me, and fighting your feelings?”

“…Yes.”

He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck as their foreheads pressed together, and he began grinding against her, rotating his pelvis back and forth between her supple, warm thighs. He groaned in her ear, kissing her cheek and neck. Heavy petting ensued, their hands all over one another, grabbing and fondling. As he sucked her lower lip, his erection practicallypiercing her, he slipped his hand in her black pajama pants and under her panties. She squirmed against him as he gradually glided his finger along the soft, fleshy fold of her pussy lips.

“…Shit…” he slurred. “Damn, you got a nice, fat pussy, baby. And you’re so fuckin’ wet. I’ve wanted to feel you for so damn long…”

He stroked up and down her slit, nice and slow, then dragged his hand out from the warm cookie jar to slip his finger in his mouth and suck it. “Mmmm… you taste good too, baby…” He felt her shake beneath him.

“Do you know how many times I’ve left here, or school, and jacked my dick while thinkin’ of you? I’ve cum so many times to the thought of you. You’re my fantasy. Time to make you my reality.”

“You’re my fantasy, too…”

He kept his eye on her as he slowly unbuttoned her black pajama shirt, one button at a time until her breasts were fully exposed.

She quaked beneath him when he devoured her right breast, sucking the nipple hard and slow. He could barely breathe as he pressed his nose against the warm feminine cushion, and if he suffocated right then and there, so be it. He’d die a happy man. He switched to her other breast, sucking it with the same devotion. He ran his eager fingers along her right nipple while he drew the left nipple into his mouth, the peak stiff and moist.

He went back and forth between the two mounds, smelling her perfume, her soft, supple skin… He kissed all over her shoulders and collar bones as he gripped her pajama pants by the waist.

“Lift your ass up a little, baby.” She did as he asked, and he glided her pajama pants down past her thick thighs, off her feet and to the floor. He floated lower, and lower still, until his mouth rested against her underwear covered pussy.

His lips glided over her zone while he teasingly massaged her flower with two fingers, over the soft fabric. Soft, black pubic hair peeked out above her panty line. He ran his tongue along the slit, his fingers V’d on either side of his working mouth until her panties were soaking wet. After kissing her inner thigh, he wrapped his arms around her ass and pulled her to him.

“Mmmm… Come on. Let’s go.”

“You can’t lift my big ass!” she screamed, her tone half-humor, half-frantic.

“Girl, what are you talkin’ about? I got prison gym strength. I can lift your sexy, thick ass with one arm.”

She chuckled at this as he gathered her tighter in his arms, wrapped her legs around his waist, and carried her away from the living room, down the hall. “Left or right?”

“Right,” she answered.

Making it to her bedroom door as she indicated, he turned the knob and carried her inside. The scent of sweet perfume greeted him, lingering in the air. Depositing her gently on the bed, he took a step back and started to undress.

“Legend?” she said as she slipped out of her panties.

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