She couldn’t help herself. She couldn’t keep from wanting him. Yes, he was married to one of her good friends. But they had an understanding. Aiesha’s argument in favor of their understanding was, “My old man is such a stud and he provides so much pleasure to women… how can I refuse to share?”
Chief’s stance was, “We either have the understanding or we can’t be together. I want my cake and eat it too! But I love that woman’s last year’s dirty underwear!”
After checking with Aiesha to verify their arrangement, Kristie asked her friend’s permission. Chief had asked her out dancing. It was the disco era. A new club had just opened up with all the lights, smoke, and mirrors that made it fabulous! Kristie was looking forward to it, but she wanted to be certain it was OK with her friend.
Chief was a big black stud who wore lots of silver and turquoise jewelry. He was dressed in faded blue bell bottom jeans, a thick brown belt with square toed boots to match, and an ironed blue work shirt, rolled at the sleeves and open at the collar to reveal his curly black chest hair. He smelled delicious.
Kristie wore a peach satin camisole top with a see through push up bra, gold satin bell bottoms, and a pair of strappy sandals. She also smelled delicious. The two of them made quite an impression on the dance floor. Chief could move and Kristie was a dancer who could turn triple pirouettes in any direction. She danced around him in circles.
“You look like you’re having a good time,” a lone male rogue remarked looking to cut in. She took a breather to chug down another vodka Collins and shrugged at him. There was only one stud she intended to bed for tonight.
Kristie and Chief had both been fantasizing about each other for a couple of years now. They had put it off for so long that they had built up an impossible fantasy of each other. Chief was ready to go and get down to business. Kristie was primed with vodka and the dancing. Chief produced a joint and asked if they shouldn’t proceed to her house where they could smoke and fuck.
“That’s the plan, man,” she agreed. As soon as they finished the joint they began making out and stripping away their clothes. He had a magnificent cock, clean and huge and ready for business. Kristie smelled so damn delicious he wanted to eat her for hours, but he gave just a lick and a promise and asked, “Are you ready?”
She nodded, ” Yes,” and he plunged into her until she gulped with amazement. His girth took her by surprise. “Damn! I knew you would be good,” he proclaimed as he stroked her expertly with his powerful hips. Round and round, side to side, out and then all the way in… teasing her with just a taste of the tip and then filling her cunt with the full length and beauty of it all.
She cried out. He cried out. And it was over. The fantasy was completed and they each had another notch in their belts. Chief left around midnight and all Kristie could think about was Jack. Now that Chief was crossed off her “To Do” list, she would only ever think of Jack.
(First published 7/29/12)
