Once again he was making the mistake & leaving her to go to the club. Yes he had a legit excuse, Mr Big Shot DJ had to make that money but still, Sherry was no fool.
"If you're supposed to be behind the DJ booth, why go through the trouble of bathing yourself in all that cologne? Hell the cologne I bought & then have nerve to not even wear it for me? Why get decked out to the 9's to be behind the wheels." she thought to herself , to timid to really question him.
She knew that he was spinning more than the records on his turntables. But what could she do. She put up the normal resistance as he prepared to leave. She was a dyme & by all means would've been secure, but when your man is that much in the lime light & ain't willing to break his girl off at least a beam of it.. take her with him... show her off & be proud, then what else was she supposed to think.
"I ain't got time for this now, u already know I have to make my money. You ain't complaining when u spending it , so don't complain while I'm ma-kin it... u feel me?" he blasted at her, with a harsh.'shut-the-fk-up tone "don't wait up." and left
Too many of her nights were spent like this & too many nights she feel asleep crying wondering what dirt he was really pull-in. She wasn't much of a club hopper herself anyway, but tonight she decided to get into something, just to say she wasn't sitting up at the spot wait-in on him.
Sherry & Dewayne had been sharing an apartment for about 7 months now & for bout the last 4 every weekend ended up sounding the same way. All the neighbors pretty much knew the deal. Especially since half of them went straight to the spot & saw homeboy do-in his dirt. Pulling girls off the dance floor & laying his pipe right in the DJ booth. He was the neighborhood pimp. Respected by the brothers, sought after by all the sisters. All that is, except for one. On the floor across the courtyard from them was apt 410 D.
Yvonne's place.
Yvonne had a slight reputation, but only the chosen few knew of her skill. She pretty much kept to herself in the complex though. Her momma had always told her never to creep where u sleep.. or you'll never get a night with some peace. Which she believe was true. So her dirt was always held with someone from off the property. Play-as tried to get at her daily, but who could blame them. He butter pecan skin, wavy black hair , voluptuous ass & toned legs.
just screamed "Get at me!" to anyone who walked to near. She was pleasant, by no means a bitch to anybody, just wasn't down to play with the boys in her hood. One person had intrigued her though. Every night she heard the drama across the way & would go to her front bedroom window to peep & see if she could see it unfold & sure enough, she'd caught the show this evening.
"That niggas a damn fool." she thought, watching Dwayne bounce & leave Sherry at home once again in tears. tonight was enough, Yvonne thought, "you dropped your dyme homie.. guess I'll have to pick it up"
She noticed Sherry was leaving the apartment. A short halter dress, fell across her caramel shoulders, hugged every curve & clung tightly to her full ass. Her thighs, hard as rocks , from running track in high school flexed as she took each stair in stride & seemed to call to Yvonne's inner lusts. She flew from the window, threw on a white cami, no bra & a pair of black apple bottoms. She grabbed her keys a she threw on her black kangol, pulled the brim down over her right eye & prepared to throw on her southern charms.
She made it to the bottom of the stairs just in time to "accident-ly" bump into Sherry.
"boy oh boy, niggas..... i tell you" she said shaking her head in disgust
"'Excuse me.. u talk-in to me?" Sherry looked over & questioned
"Aw my bad, just got off my cell. Once again a br-otha was supposed to come through but left me standing . Just to go to some damn club his boys & i know pick up some hoes. I mean why go out for a kiddie meal, when you got a full course feast at the crib?" Yvonne questioned, with her head down, then peepin up & flashin a devilish grin as she cupped her chin in her hands & eyed Sherry's entire frame.
A lightly caught off guard by the final glance, Sherry answered "Yea I feel ya girl. My man been pull-in that for months, but I got it worse than you, he HAS to be at the club."
"Oh that's right, you're D's girl aren't u? Oh ok," she paused presenting her hand for a shake
"I'm Yvonne"
"Sherry" she replied.
Sherry went to withdraw her hand from Y's grip. But Yvonne wasn't ready to let go. She knew, Sherry was straight & Yvonne loved a nice hard dick as much as the next chick. But something about this girl brought cravings from her long forgotten college days filled with bi sexual escapades, back to full swing & tonight she had to have her. She knew the girl was hurting & she knew just how to fix it.
Still holding her hand... "Sherry" she asked, peepin a her with soft gray eyes & licking her full lips. "Not to get in your biz or nothing but.. I can't help but notice the way y'all get into it. I mean I can see everything from my front window."
Sherry's eyes bucked at the mention of 'everything' wondering if Y had caught them fuck-in too.. and yes she had, but that wasn't what was on her mind right now.. she knew she could do a much better job anyway.
"I mean don't get me wrong, I can tell you love him. If you didn't u wouldn't still be there. Not a girl as fine as you, all I wanna know is what's keep-in you there, locked u, cr-yin alone in your crib, when you could be cr-yin for a totally different reason in my spot... with me?"
Sherry's mouth dropped open & she sat there stumbling over her words trying to figure out what to say. I know this girl ain't tryna mack me , she thought. But truthfully, her eyes had caught Yvonne's body before. She had noticed her perfectly toned, athletic model type build while she'd done laps in the pool at the gym where she were Yvonne was a trainer & she worked out. She had to admit , the the thought of being a client in one of Yvonne's personal training sessions, more than once. But she was straight, that was just a curiosity & she'd never dare act on it.
But what was she supposed to do now, now that she was face to face with her, now that she was holding her hand, now that she was up close enough to see the way her nipples damn near cut through her cami & her soft six pack lead down to almost a perfect V. What was she gonna do... this girl slip-pin her thigh in between hers. Stroking the top of her hand with her fingertips, now slowly creep-in up her thigh like a spider.
Discreetly, because they were in the courtyard but the look Yvonne was throw-in was scream-in her intentions.. "come play with me" , they called "lemme show you what you been miss-in".
"I..uh .... I... I can't. I'm , I'm straight"
"AND? for the time being, far as anyone knows so am I. SO that's beside the point. I'm not talk-in about put-tin on a flick or wearing a gay pride shirt with me. I'm just ask-in you to come back with me to my spot & let's talk. Whatever happens from there just happens & it stays behind closed doors. If you can't then u can't.. but at least you won't be stuck at the house wait-in on him alone once again. Think about it" Yvonne said as she stood up & walked away..."410 D.. whenever you make up your mind" and she strolled away back up the stairs.
What the hell was that about? Sherry thought, gigglin to herself , aw hell naw. She was not gettin down like that, she was gonna go home & just wait for D. Yea that's it, wait for D. It can't be that bad, then she looked up at her window & stared longingly across the way to Y's. But if she can see, she must already know he ain't been put-tin it down, she must see the agony on my face while I sit through another sorry screw & fake my way through orgasm after orgasm. She needed a real one, she needed a real feelin. She needed someone who really wanted her, then maybe she could stop cr-yin & start living again. Before she knew it, she was staring at the brass numbers 410 D. She raised her hand to knock, but her hand was caught & embraced by Yvonne's delicate touch before it even touched the door.
"I knew you'd be here... don't see why it took you that long" she pulled Sherry gently inside & closed the door with her foot.
Sherry stood in the hallway nervously rubbing her arm, as if she was cold. Yvonne crept up behind her & began to rub her arms for her.
"Are you cold? I can turn the heat up, if you are?"
"Um, no... I'm ok"
Sherry shyly turned to answered the figure behind her, but was surprised to see an opened robe & a sexy grin. Speechless she stood there & froze. There she was staring at another females body, breasts proudly presenting themselves, nipples hardened. Her toned stomach 's V leading down to a diamond of black delicate curls. Her hips rocked as she eyed her, watching Y's hands rover over her own body & cup her breasts made Sherry yearn for her to grace her with her touch instead. She opened her mouth to speak, but instead of words her lips were met with Y's delicate finger, that shsh'ed her long enough to land a kiss.
The nervous grip Sherry had on her arms had fallen & now her arms were wrapped around Y's frame, Pulling at her back, grabbing her ass & running her hands up & down her spine, hungrily.. like she was starving for true passion, true heat & desire.
"Whoa Ma'.. slow down. This ain't no flick, you ain't gotta get all porn starish on me."
Yvonne giggled "Come here, let me take care of this ok?"
She lead Sherry to the dimly lit living room, candles burning in the corners feelin the room with a soft jasmine scent. Joe played in the background, on a continues loop of "You dropped your dyme.. nigga so.. i picked it up & it was whoa..." she'd done it personally & planned to let D feel these exact words by the time she was through. Yvonne once again stepped behind her, softly kissing the nape of her neck while she unzipped Sherry's dress.The white flowered garment fell from her torso, but had to be eased down her thighs because her curves were to much to slip past. As Yvonne followed the dress down Sherry's body, she traced the path of it with her tongue.
Sherry breathed in deeply & the sway of her back deepened as she released her breath & licked her lips in the delight of having her spine, and then crack traced by Yvonne's delicate tongue. Yvonne continued to move lower & began to kiss down the back of Sherry's thighs, then flicked her tongue in that delicate spot right behind the back of her knee. knowing what the effect would be, she held her hand up to brace Sherry as her knee sure enough buckled and the girl almost fell to the floor. Pleased with her reactions, Yvonne
continued to play.
Now she turned Sherry around so she would face her, not face to face, but face to lace. As Y was on her knees. She flashed Sherry a wicked glance of those damned gray eyes as she pulled her panties down to her ankles then Sherry hurriedly kicked them away. She wanted Yvonne to taste her, she'd never wanted to be eaten more badly in her life, or so she thought up until this point. But Yvonne knew what she was do-in.. anybody could eat her out & send her home. Naw this was about more, sherry was hurting. all she could feel now was lust, but she wanted her to feel healed when she crossed Yvonne's threshold again.
So instead of burying her face in Sherry's beckoning bush, Yvonne place her right shoulder under Sherry's left thigh, cupped her back and she layed her back on the carpet. Then she grabbed her a pillow from the couch & slid it under Sherry's head.
Stopping for a moment to lay on top of her , cradle her head & whisper softy in her ear "You don't worry about a thing, you relax & enjoy. I'ma show you tears aren't just for pain, u feel me?"
She asked as her hand has traced down Sherry's side, teased her clit, then came back up to cup her breast. Sherry's eyes rolled back in her head & her mouth fell open as she took a long sigh, reminiscent of Whitney Houston in Waiting To Exhale. Yvonne ran her tongue down Sherry's neck, suck-in it softly, not hard enough to leave a hickey. That would be tacky & pointless, her mark would be left regardless & no amount of base can cover the mark of complete satisfaction up.
Her kisses moved lower.
Now she layed in Sherry's bosom. Caressing her breasts softly & lovingly in a fashion men are quick to forget. These things are attached, flesh... not punching bags. They need to be caressed & massaged, Yvonne knew this & continued to fold them in her hands, kneading them softly like a delicate dough. Then she took Sherry's right breast in her mouth. A deep full suction, not a gnaw at the tip, squeezing them like a cone & thinking hoovering her nipple was gonna bring on an orgasm like Dewayne did, no she lapped Sherry's titty up in her mouth with motions you'd make from trying to bite into a steaming hot slice of pizza. The steam would burn your mouth, but you had to lick up that string ot cheese & devour it because it was just too damn good. So was this flesh, she lapped up Sherry's nipple, then once again cupped the majority of her breast in her mouth & massaged it with her tongue. skillfully & passionately.
All Sherry could do was lie there, whimpering, as this woman was bringing forth more pleasure than her man had in months... hell ever. Yvonne moved from one breast to another, mimicking her motions, while her own breasts rubbed gently against Sherry's warm flesh and her hand had begun to descend lower. She was tickling Sherry's curls, while her left thigh had come up & began to press up against her swollen lips & stiffened cl-it. She stroked Sherry's pussy softly as her thigh had become a pleasure-able ride for her.
Soon Yvonne could feel a wetness gathering on her thigh and as she kissed her, tongue's almost seeming to be devour by one another, she slid her hand further between Sherry's thighs, then two finger twisted as if she was wishing for good luck, then dove deep inside of her pussy. Sherry's eyes popped open & she groaned out loudly, as Yvonne's fingers moved in & out, twisted & stroked her walls.
"O..oh" she whined. "Shit.. its ok.." Yvonne added, "g'on & let it out. Ain't nobody here, except me..*kiss...you...*kiss..... and Joe *grin.. she said to catch her off guard & make her smile.
Sherry's face lit up with a beautiful grin as she giggled and Yvonne leaned over her face & smiled. Then she raised her eyebrow, winked her returned to her duty. This time she slid her hand down Sherry's face, her fingertips closed her eyes , then motioned her head to gently tilt back. Yvonne continued to finger her partner's wet pussy, but sat up on her knees beside Sherry to once again reach the couch. This time she grabbed another pillow to place behind Sherry's arch. This made Sherry back arch up to where her ass & pussy would be positioned just right for what was coming. Instead of diving in though,
Yvonne continued her finger fuck, she did move back in between her legs, she placed Sherry's thigh over her shoulder & began to kiss it softly while Sherry gently rode her hand. Y, raised her leg in the air with her other had & kissed it from the arch of her foot, to her ankle, down her calf, teased her kneecap , she let her face caress the inside of her thigh & Sherry arched up & reached out for Yvonne's breasts. She massaged them & tussled her nipples between her fingers, then one hand left her breast to journey down & tease her cl-it, hoping she could bring some pleasure her lover's way. But Yvonne blocked her hand, laid down , thigh still over shoulder & placed Sherry's had on the back of her head.
"You just hold on to this Ma'... don't worry, I'ma get mine, just let me give you yours".
Then without another word, she granted Sherry's wish dove into her drip-pin her folds. As if on cue, the tears Y had promised to show her, streamed down Sherry's face as Yvonne's skillful tongued danced in her pussy. There was no awkward gnawing, sucking her cl-it like it was a lil dick, or pressing & squeezing it as if trying to force an orgasm out.... {like Dwayne} she thought, no.. this was more. More than she ever knew having her pussy eaten could feel like. Dwayne treated her pussy like he was eating a 5 piece nugget on Wendy's dollar menu , but Yvonne was indulging in her like she were a full course meal in a 5 star restaurant.
Yvonne nibbled on her cl-it, then lapped the opening of her pussy like a raw oyster. This was definitely much more of an aphrodisiac, then she moved on to the next course & dug into her like she was enjoying the finest cut of fillet mignon ever prepared. She sipped on the juices that flowed as if they were streams of white wine flowing down Sherry's thigh, ma-kin it a point not to miss a drop. Who'd be fool enough to let Don Perignon spill to the floor without trying to catch evey once they could. Sherry's face soon began to look as wet as her thighs as the tears flowed uncontrollably.
What the hell was goin on she wondered.
Why was she feeling like this?
Hell was she really gay?
No... not gay, not a dream, not crazy, just a woman.. being treated like a Queen, being adored.. being healed. Yvonne placed her other thigh over her shoulder & wrapped her arms around them to hold her convulsing partner steady.
"It's alright.." she whispered between licks "don't fight it Sherry, I'm not tryna turn you out," licking again "I'm just trying to show you, just to show you how it could feel, how you should feel. You deserve this, not tears of pain, but tears of joy. So g'on head, cry for me baby. Lemme know I'm doing you right" and as if she'd been mack-ed my Denzel himself, Sherry broke down in tears & completely surrendered her body over to Yvonne's will.
Yvonne felt the total release of control and went into a euphoric craze. She began to stroke Sherry's pussy like she was tryna lick her soul. She let her fingers join in, slipping in & out & rocking her body so that her breasts were pressing up against Sherry's full ass.Her poor pillow was soaked with Sherry's juices & her face was glossed over completely. But of their heads were a mess, like they'd been a girl fight with brooke valentine & their muscles were contacting & flexing like two body builders in the Mr. Olympia tournament.
Yvonne could tell her lover wouldn't be able to hang for much longer. Too much pleasure at one time can put a longing body into shock & she had to do one more thing to completely heal Sherry. She knew, she was weary of whether or not Sherry would go along, but she'd been down for this much. Why would she stop her now. Yvonne rose up from her feast & called out to her
"Sherry... Sherry, snap outta it babe. Look at me"
"Huh," she answered with a deep sigh& a crazed look wondering why she'd been stopped when she was so close to the mother of all orgasms.
"Not here, baby, not on the floor, not like this. Come with me, let me lay you on my bed. Then I'll give it to you, I promise.. come with me & I promise to give you more than you ever knew you could have..." she raised up on her knees slid her fingers out then rose to her feet.
Her statuesque frame was covered in sweat & her breasts moved up & down as she breathed heavily catching her breath. Sherry rose up, took Yvonne's hand then followed her down the hall. all the while she was mesmerized by the creature before her. Her small waist, the curve of her heart shaped ass, that seemed to be the very reason Nelly came out with apple bottoms.
Her strong thighs & rock hard calf's, even her freshly pedicured toes reeked of sexiness. This girl here truly was a work of art. Soon they were in the room, only lit my a night lite in the corner. Yvonne crawled up on the bed, laid on her side, thighs crossed massaging her breast & propped her head up on her other hand awaiting Sherry's company. The moonlight shining through the vertical blinds danced over her body & made her almost skin seem to glow. Sherry was in a trance, she licked her lips & fondled herself, standing there in the doorway just ta-kin the whole night in.
"Are you cumin?" Yvonne asked....
"Gimme a sec. Lemme look at you, please." Sherry asked & the questioned pleased Yvonne, so she nodded, then crawled to the center of the bed.
She rose up on her knees & caressed her self. Ran her hands over here body then down to her pussy. She laid back & began to finger herself. One finger, then two her legs swayed open & soon Sherry's tongue had taken over the job. For never having tasted a pussy before, Sherry was going at it like a pro. She figured, just do what she knew would make her feel good & try to show her appreciation for the feeling Yvonne had already given her.
Yvonne laid back & moaned. "Damn Girl! shit...." she cried out as Sherry continued to lick her.
Yvonne patted her head then gently scratched her scalp with both hands, the gentle massage only got Sherry more heated as this was one of her most erogenous zones, Dewayne just failed to ever figure that out. Yvonne was almost so caught up in pleasure that she almost missed the light cumin on across the way. Ha-Ha Dewayne was home & she peered through the blinds while her lover continued to feast, watching him search for his lil lonely girl.
"Sherry... baby Dewayne's home. Should we stop , do you need to go." Yvonne asked , knowing good well she wasn't going no where. "No, not yet. I'm not leaving until you cum...." and then she knew, she'd done it. She had her. so she let the woman continue for now soon she'd be shutting this down.
"Sherry, Sherry.. he might be able to see us..." she said , as if she was really worried, hell she was thrilled. She wanted him to see, to see that a woman pulled his chick. That all this time he had her sitting at the house, waiting alone while he fucked his freaks, she was getting her own freak on.
"So..." Sherry paused , then went back to finish the job
"Well if you really don't care.. come here." Yvonne turned on the lamp & crawled to the middle of the bed, she cracked the blinds to expose the room more & just in time Dwayne walked past the window.
The cocky DJ had slipped Yvonne his number before & she had no intention on call in him until now. Sherry sash-ed over, back to the window, then dropped to her knees. Yvonne placed her thigh over Yvonne's shoulder & ran her fingers through her hair. Dewayne's dumb ass just stood there. Stroking his hard on through his pants, enjoying the live sex show. Completely oblivious to who else was in it. All he saw was ass & titties, he didn't even care where Sherry was anymore. Yvonne caught him looking harder. Sittin in a chair by the window drooling. So she picked up her cell & called him. When he saw her on the phone he quickly answered & proceeded to go into his mac.
"Shhhh.. just listen..." Yvonne whispered & dropped the phone on the base, turning the speaker on.
The sound of Joe came through barely at first, then Yvonne picked Sherry up & met her face for a kiss, she turned up the volume, then laid her on the bed. She sat her ass just as the edge & wrapped her thighs around her neck & began to give her the orgasm she'd been craving all evening.
All the while added to the fire, by completely satisfying her right in front of his ass. Maybe it was the music, maybe it was the jasmine, maybe it was the pleasure of being really desired, maybe it was knowing Dewayne was watching.. he was hard & didn't know, this woman was fuck-in his woman better than he'd ever had without a dick, maybe it was the the way Yvonne's tongue twisted & rolled in waves, licked her walls & teased her cl-it, maybe it was the way her fingers slid in & out of her pussy, teased her ass, maybe it was the site of Yvonne's ass grinding in the air as she kneel-ed one knee on the bed & dove into her..
Sherry didn't know what the hell it was all she knew was she was on fire, burn-in form the inside out & couldn't hold it any longer.
Dwayne's ass was on the edge on bustin too at the site of the two naked dymes rollin around & sweat-in. The girls could hear him moaning as he beat & it only made them hotter. As Joe once again came to the chorus, Sherry began to sing her own erotic opera.
Soft cries, "Oh Shits !" and lots of "Yes .. Yessssss.. Oh Fuck Yes!!!!" filled the room & his phone, as the tears began to stream down her face Yvonne told Sherry to stand up, "Claim it baby, go head. Show him how you supposed to feel, don't hide it. "
She stood gaped legged , feet squarely planted as Yvonne continued to make her shutter off orgasm , after orgasm, "OH FUCCCKKKK . YVONNE , YESS! YESS!!! OH SHIT!" she exploded & convulsed like she was ceasing.
Then Yvonne stood up to meet her. They kissed, then Sherry finally let her tear streamed, pleasure filled face, be caught by the moonlight, as Yvonne walked behind her, wrapped one arm around her waist, then one hand between her thighs. Sherry grinned for a moment , then her unconscious head fell back on Yvonne's shoulder & as she held up her lover's full weight... she picked up the handset & simply sang along with Joe..... "You dropped your dyme, nigga so, I picked it up & she was Whoa! Finda's keepa's .. Losa's weepa's ... Wha'..Wha' Wha'..Wha'. "
Then hung up & turned off the light.
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