HER SEXY D-CUPS  chapter 3 part 3 of 3

HER SEXY D-CUPS
chapter 3 part 3 of 3

“Three nights…”

“Rita, come on…”

“With Daryl!” she blurted and cried another burst of tears.

“Daryl? You’re sleeping with Daryl?”

She nodded her head up and down and said, “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry…”

“Why don’t you back up and tell me what the hell’s going on!”

She took another deep breath and let out a long exhale.

“I’ve been seeing him for a few weeks now. I am so sorry. It just happened; I still find it hard to believe.”

“God, he’s pretty young, isn’t he?”

“He is twenty. So, we are still closer in age than you and Eva.”

She had me there. “When did it start? How did it start?”

“Five or six weeks ago. One night after work Eva and I went to hear him play piano at a restaurant. We all talked a little when he took a break, and it was an enjoyable time and pleasant music. When we were leaving and he kissed Eva goodbye, he said to me that I should come back sometime without my chaperone, kidding around. And later that week I did. And that is how it started.”

“Go on.”

“I went back by myself and listened to him, but nothing happened. We made eye contact, talked for a minute, and flirted a little but that was it. But when I went back a third time…that is when it really started.”

I sat there shaking my head. “I can’t believe this…”

“I know Adam, I have felt so guilty, and I’ve hated myself, that’s why I fixed you up with Eva…”

“That was your idea!” I said, with my voice raised.

“I know, Adam because I felt so guilty. I knew you two would end up fucking each other anyway if you were not already, and I thought it would make me feel less guilty.” She blew her nose on a tissue. “But it only made me feel worse.

“When I went back the third time, I knew he smiled at me that something was going to happen. And it did. During a break, he sat with me, and we talked, and when he finished playing, he sat down again and had a drink and we talked some more about music, his gigs, and his band. When we were leaving, we walked out to the parking lot and over to his van. We stopped, he looked at me and he kissed me. He showed me his van: It is an old VW, and it has an area behind the front seats for his music equipment and a bench seat in the back that folds down into a bed. We were seated on the bench and started kissing and I don’t know how it happened because I’ve never been such a slut and I’d never had sex with a black guy before, but before long our pants were down and our shirts came off and we were naked and well, I think you know the rest.”

The look of relief was palpable on her face. She had finally gotten it off her chest. I was pretty pissed but I knew Rita well and knew she was a good and honest person, and I knew her guilt was sincere. And though I had not acted until Rita gave me my ‘birthday present,’ I knew that I had had plenty of impure thoughts and communications with Eva over the same period of time. And at least I now knew I would not feel guilty when I saw Eva again.

“Well, I guess we’re through,” I barked as I rose from my chair. “I’ll come by tomorrow and get all my shit.” I walked out and did not even close the door behind me.

Fortunately, I had a friend who owned a house, lived by himself, and had plenty of space. I asked him if I could crash at his place until I became organized and could find a place of my own. He said no problem, move in, stay if you like. He said he was traveling a lot during the week and would not mind having somebody there keeping an eye on the place. The next day I retrieved my stuff…not that I had much really, all the furniture was Rita’s…and moved in.

Trysts with Eva continued whenever we could pull them off. She was insatiable and an animal in bed…or wherever else she decided we were going to do it. There were fellatio lunches and happy hour quickies. We fucked in her hot tub, her pool, and her bed. We had marathon sessions on Saturday mornings at her place and Wednesday evenings at mine. We even fucked in Daryl’s van one time when he was out with one of his bandmates.

One Sunday afternoon she called and said she was going to her office and could I meet her there, she needed my help with something. When I got to her office the parking lot was empty except for her car.

I parked and went to the back door as she had instructed me to, and she let me in. She wore a beige peasant dress with her shoulders bared. I followed her to her office, and she closed the door behind us.

I asked her what it was that she needed help with, and she said that she had a fantasy about getting fucked in all her holes on her desk at work and would I make her fantasy come true? Then she slipped the dress off her shoulders, and it fell to the floor. She was naked and, in my arms, and we went from zero to sixty in about two seconds. She tore my clothes off and got her to wish.

All of our meetings were on the sly, in private, behind closed doors. It was her place or mine. The only exceptions were her on her desk, in the van and one other time we decided to go down to the beach for a weekend. The ocean was over a two-hour drive away so she felt safe that no one would recognize us. We left after work on Friday and checked into our room around seven o’clock and immediately started tearing up the sheets. We used and abused each other for the next three hours and began the weekend with our normal assortment of scrapes, bumps, and bruises.

At a little after ten, we went down to the bar for a couple of drinks. I had been, Eva drank something called ‘Sex on the Beach.’ And after she drank it, she decided she wanted to do it. This was in the fall, and it was cool outside.

“You want to have sex on the beach?” I asked incredulously. “When?”

“Now,” she said.

“Now? Are you crazy? There are people who like to walk on the beach. There are people who come here just to look at the beach.”

“Not this time of night,” Eva said with a smile. “We will go farther down by the water so no one will see us in the dark. It will be fun!”

“It’s cold out there!” I said.

“Well, we’ll have to generate some body heat!” We were seated at the bar, and she slipped her hand between my legs and stroked me.

And sure enough, we went farther down near the surf where it was darker and fucked on the beach. We heard voices nearby and some giggles and we made some raucous sounds of our own. When we were walking back to the hotel, we could hear some applause coming from a couple of balconies above. When we got back to our room and looked out, we could not believe what we saw: from the reflective lights from the hotel and the clear sky and half-moon, the whole beach was bathed in soft light. We had been in clear sight the whole time.

Then there was the Monday evening in November when I received a text from Eva that said, ‘I need to see you, can I come over?” My one-word answer was ‘yes.’

Twenty minutes later she came through my door. She was not as dolled up as she usually was. Her hair was mussed, no jewelry or makeup. And no underwear. She had on the same gray dress she had worn our first time together and it was obvious that there was nothing underneath it. Our tongues said a long hello.

“I need you,” she said.

“I’m here,” I replied.

“Do you remember this dress?”

“How could I forget?”

“I want it just like the first time. All of it. I want you to fuck me with my dress on.”

“Eva, did you have another dream?”

“Not a dream. Go down on me first. Like you did then.”

“Eva, what’s going on…”

“I need you, that’s all.” She pulled my head to hers and filled my mouth with a ferocious kiss and I felt her nails digging into me.

We did not even try to move to the bedroom. There was a high-backed sofa in the living room, so I backed her up till her butt was resting against it and knelt in front of her. As she had before, she swept the hem of her dress aside to expose her open snatch. I went to town. She clutched the back of my head and ground my face into her crotch. She fucked my face with a new violent force and her clit hardened with each suck. When she came it was like her levee broke, more than I remember, flooding my face. It was as if she had not come in weeks, but we had just banged each other senseless two days before.