by the time she met Michael she had no illusions of love. Michael didn’t have to protect her that night; she had no intention of giving Gerald her number, she was saying “no” to him when Michael came over. And when she started dating Michael her expectation he’d be different was low. She was even surprised he kept their first date. She thought he was being nice when he came over to rescue her from Gerald, so when he made the date she still thought he was being nice. She didn’t even get ready she wasn’t expecting him, but the doorbell rang and the next thing she knew her mother was calling to her.
“Joy your date’s here!” She looked down from the top of the stairs and saw him and was shocked, “I’ll be down in a second,” she yelled back and hurriedly changed and got herself together, and he kept coming back and she found she loved his confidence, drive and ambition and he was cute too. She’d noticed that at the party, tall, dark brown, bedroom eyes, and sexy as hell, but he was a senior about to graduate and she thought he was too old for her, but he kept coming to see her and by the end of that summer she was totally in love with Michael Abrams and she found him worthy enough to take her bed. Michael was the one who turned her out sexually and made her into the woman she would become; open to her own desires and pleasures.
And now she didn’t know what to do, Michael was doing this for business she knew that, but the man she’d been with had shocked her. She didn’t know what to expect last night, and so many men came up to her she was terrified and when they introduced themselves there were so many weird names, scary sexy names that alluded to why she was there and then the one man that seemed to understand whispered in her ear, “It’s not as bad as it seems,” and she was thinking really because it seems unreal to me , but he took her by the hand and she felt the strength and sureness in his grasp, and for some reason she knew she’d be alright with him, and she let him lead her to the bedroom and the things that man did to her she was still reeling from.
Royce went home that morning and wanted nothing more than to go to sleep. He was wiped out from his night of pleasure with Joy, and his thoughts of her were of pure pleasure and he chuckled, who knew Joy Abrams had a dirty mouth, “Damn my blue eyed man,” or “Fuck that feels so good,” and his favorite, “I want to fuck you,” his body reacted just thinking of her saying that. He quivered down to his bones with excitement, hearing those words come out of her mouth the way she used them was sexy, sexy, sexy, Joy, Joy, Joy, filled his mind. He hoped she’d join as he lay his head on his pillow. He set his alarm, he had an afternoon golf game with the boys and as he slept he dreamt of Joy. He woke to his alarm frantically going off. As he dressed he smiled at himself in the bathroom mirror, he’d had Joy Abrams, swimming pleasantly through his mind .
Royce saw them waiting for him when he pulled up at the country club, the anticipation was palpable. They wanted details, information, all of it he could see that, but they had the diplomacy to wait until they were out of earshot on the first tee.
“So how was it, how was she?” Collin blurted out.
“A woman is a woman all are the same,” he said casually.
“Aww man you know what he means!” Bobby chimed in.
“Yeah, you had her all night!” Eric reminded him.
“Yeah; you could have at least shared her!” Chris said.
Royce heard them and he didn’t like how they were talking about her, “Look, Joy Abrams is a fine woman and I will not disparage her or I with the details of what went on at The Club . All of you know that’s personal and private…and I can’t believe you’re asking me to divulge information like that,” he said obviously agitated.
“Okay then, well if she joins we’ll all get our chance,” Collin
“Joy your date’s here!” She looked down from the top of the stairs and saw him and was shocked, “I’ll be down in a second,” she yelled back and hurriedly changed and got herself together, and he kept coming back and she found she loved his confidence, drive and ambition and he was cute too. She’d noticed that at the party, tall, dark brown, bedroom eyes, and sexy as hell, but he was a senior about to graduate and she thought he was too old for her, but he kept coming to see her and by the end of that summer she was totally in love with Michael Abrams and she found him worthy enough to take her bed. Michael was the one who turned her out sexually and made her into the woman she would become; open to her own desires and pleasures.
And now she didn’t know what to do, Michael was doing this for business she knew that, but the man she’d been with had shocked her. She didn’t know what to expect last night, and so many men came up to her she was terrified and when they introduced themselves there were so many weird names, scary sexy names that alluded to why she was there and then the one man that seemed to understand whispered in her ear, “It’s not as bad as it seems,” and she was thinking really because it seems unreal to me , but he took her by the hand and she felt the strength and sureness in his grasp, and for some reason she knew she’d be alright with him, and she let him lead her to the bedroom and the things that man did to her she was still reeling from.
Royce went home that morning and wanted nothing more than to go to sleep. He was wiped out from his night of pleasure with Joy, and his thoughts of her were of pure pleasure and he chuckled, who knew Joy Abrams had a dirty mouth, “Damn my blue eyed man,” or “Fuck that feels so good,” and his favorite, “I want to fuck you,” his body reacted just thinking of her saying that. He quivered down to his bones with excitement, hearing those words come out of her mouth the way she used them was sexy, sexy, sexy, Joy, Joy, Joy, filled his mind. He hoped she’d join as he lay his head on his pillow. He set his alarm, he had an afternoon golf game with the boys and as he slept he dreamt of Joy. He woke to his alarm frantically going off. As he dressed he smiled at himself in the bathroom mirror, he’d had Joy Abrams, swimming pleasantly through his mind .
Royce saw them waiting for him when he pulled up at the country club, the anticipation was palpable. They wanted details, information, all of it he could see that, but they had the diplomacy to wait until they were out of earshot on the first tee.
“So how was it, how was she?” Collin blurted out.
“A woman is a woman all are the same,” he said casually.
“Aww man you know what he means!” Bobby chimed in.
“Yeah, you had her all night!” Eric reminded him.
“Yeah; you could have at least shared her!” Chris said.
Royce heard them and he didn’t like how they were talking about her, “Look, Joy Abrams is a fine woman and I will not disparage her or I with the details of what went on at The Club . All of you know that’s personal and private…and I can’t believe you’re asking me to divulge information like that,” he said obviously agitated.
“Okay then, well if she joins we’ll all get our chance,” Collin
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