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your closet?”
Lisette pushes me. “Do it. Please.”
Out in the apartment, I hear the door buzzer ring.
“Don’t tell me that’s your grandmother.”
She shoves me with surprising strength. “You won’t regret it. Get in.”
I get in, another stupid-ass move to add to my life list of stupid-ass moves. Luckily it’s a big closet, with room for me to stand without getting strangled by a hanger. Lisette positions the door so that it remains open a generous crack, then I hear her run off down the hall.
The only sound I hear for a minute or two is my own breathing. A door opening and a deep male voice. I catch a few words: “Traffic.” “Surprised.” A laugh from Lisette. A huskier male laugh. Silence. Then two sets of footsteps come down the hall and into the bedroom.
Lisette’s got Tyrell by the hand, and suddenly, my belly becomes warm and heavy as blood floods my groin.
“When I saw your number pop up on my caller ID,” Tyrell says, “I was like, ‘Oh, yeah, baby. Par-tay.’”
Lisette giggles, drops his hand, and loosens the knot on the tie around her robe. “I figured you were pretty frustrated after the other night.”
Tyrell toys with the unknotted tie and moves in closer. “Yeah, big mood killer with that stupid bitch freaking out as we was about to …” He slides his hands to her hips and jerks her back and forth, “do the deed.”
Do the deed. What he owns in cock size, he lacks in descriptive powers. And I don’t care to be called a “stupid bitch,” either.
“She was concerned, that’s all. She’s new, you know. She doesn’t know how things work yet.”
“Yeah, Stefan loves watching her on the camera. Like she a supermodel. She something special, I guess.”
My ears prick up. Camera? Special?
“Jennifer now gotta treat her with kid gloves since he interested and all that.” Tyrell laughs. “Got to keep her man happy.”
My heart pounds. Stefan Angstrom, a man I’ve never laid eyes on in my life, interested in me ?
Tyrell’s a guy who loves the sound of his own voice; he drones on without any encouragement. “They talking about making her a domme … well, that’s what Stefan wants. She got sass and don’t take shit from no one. But after that scene she pulls the other night? Don’t know if we be seeing her sorry ass again.”
A domme? I cup my hand over my mouth to hold back my laughter. Well, that’s a career path I’ve never considered.
He blathers on: “Jennifer don’t seem to be as convinced, though. Prolly because she the bitch of the house and don’t want no competition.”
Tyrell’s not paying attention when Lisette glances over at the closet and raises one eyebrow.
Interesting.
Tyrell finally stops yapping about dommes and bitches and who’s the boss, and notices that Lisette’s breasts are grazing his upper abdomen. He pushes her robe open and cups an enormous tit in each of his hands.
“Baby, I been dreaming about your girls. Hello. And hello.” He bends down and plants kisses on them. If some guy did that to me, I’d kick him in the balls. Hard.
“Tyrell, we don’t have a lot of time. My dad’s flying back tonight, and I’m not sure when he’ll be home.”
He pushes her robe off, leaving Lisette standing nude. He then starts pulling off his own clothes, none too seductively, and again, I’m struck by how beautiful his body is: the rippling muscles in his back, his tight ass, the way his dark skin shines in the afternoon light. He’s moving his large hands all over Lisette’s body and kissing her, hard, on the mouth. The contrast of her pale skin against his dark makes me perspire.
They kiss for a minute, then Lisette pushes Tyrell over to her bed and onto his back, so his legs hang over the side. His cock is fully erect as she takes it in her hand and starts stroking it up and down. She may be a virgin, but not when it comes to hand jobs.
“Oh, baby,” he gasps, his eyes closed. “Oh yeah, just like that.”
She
Lisette pushes me. “Do it. Please.”
Out in the apartment, I hear the door buzzer ring.
“Don’t tell me that’s your grandmother.”
She shoves me with surprising strength. “You won’t regret it. Get in.”
I get in, another stupid-ass move to add to my life list of stupid-ass moves. Luckily it’s a big closet, with room for me to stand without getting strangled by a hanger. Lisette positions the door so that it remains open a generous crack, then I hear her run off down the hall.
The only sound I hear for a minute or two is my own breathing. A door opening and a deep male voice. I catch a few words: “Traffic.” “Surprised.” A laugh from Lisette. A huskier male laugh. Silence. Then two sets of footsteps come down the hall and into the bedroom.
Lisette’s got Tyrell by the hand, and suddenly, my belly becomes warm and heavy as blood floods my groin.
“When I saw your number pop up on my caller ID,” Tyrell says, “I was like, ‘Oh, yeah, baby. Par-tay.’”
Lisette giggles, drops his hand, and loosens the knot on the tie around her robe. “I figured you were pretty frustrated after the other night.”
Tyrell toys with the unknotted tie and moves in closer. “Yeah, big mood killer with that stupid bitch freaking out as we was about to …” He slides his hands to her hips and jerks her back and forth, “do the deed.”
Do the deed. What he owns in cock size, he lacks in descriptive powers. And I don’t care to be called a “stupid bitch,” either.
“She was concerned, that’s all. She’s new, you know. She doesn’t know how things work yet.”
“Yeah, Stefan loves watching her on the camera. Like she a supermodel. She something special, I guess.”
My ears prick up. Camera? Special?
“Jennifer now gotta treat her with kid gloves since he interested and all that.” Tyrell laughs. “Got to keep her man happy.”
My heart pounds. Stefan Angstrom, a man I’ve never laid eyes on in my life, interested in me ?
Tyrell’s a guy who loves the sound of his own voice; he drones on without any encouragement. “They talking about making her a domme … well, that’s what Stefan wants. She got sass and don’t take shit from no one. But after that scene she pulls the other night? Don’t know if we be seeing her sorry ass again.”
A domme? I cup my hand over my mouth to hold back my laughter. Well, that’s a career path I’ve never considered.
He blathers on: “Jennifer don’t seem to be as convinced, though. Prolly because she the bitch of the house and don’t want no competition.”
Tyrell’s not paying attention when Lisette glances over at the closet and raises one eyebrow.
Interesting.
Tyrell finally stops yapping about dommes and bitches and who’s the boss, and notices that Lisette’s breasts are grazing his upper abdomen. He pushes her robe open and cups an enormous tit in each of his hands.
“Baby, I been dreaming about your girls. Hello. And hello.” He bends down and plants kisses on them. If some guy did that to me, I’d kick him in the balls. Hard.
“Tyrell, we don’t have a lot of time. My dad’s flying back tonight, and I’m not sure when he’ll be home.”
He pushes her robe off, leaving Lisette standing nude. He then starts pulling off his own clothes, none too seductively, and again, I’m struck by how beautiful his body is: the rippling muscles in his back, his tight ass, the way his dark skin shines in the afternoon light. He’s moving his large hands all over Lisette’s body and kissing her, hard, on the mouth. The contrast of her pale skin against his dark makes me perspire.
They kiss for a minute, then Lisette pushes Tyrell over to her bed and onto his back, so his legs hang over the side. His cock is fully erect as she takes it in her hand and starts stroking it up and down. She may be a virgin, but not when it comes to hand jobs.
“Oh, baby,” he gasps, his eyes closed. “Oh yeah, just like that.”
She
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