I was on my way out of the Walgreens at Northwest Highway and Lemon.
As I was heading to my car, I noticed the young blonde searching her phone.
There was a hint of familiarity across her face. I wasn’t sure, though.
When she finally looked my way, with a giant smile, she hurried towards me, already reminding me who she was.
As we drove away, she’d broken it all down where she’d been and how she’d come back to Dallas.
Raye had told me that she’d gotten with a pimp and had gone to Los Angeles.
She’d expressed how scary it was on Figueroa and how the Bloods frequented the blade.
Raye said she’d run away. She’d just left without saying anything, and that “choosing ain’t cheating”, and she was happy back home in Dallas with her new pimp.
She’d said that he had her next in line to be his bottom.
I’d laughed and cut in to say that even though all pimps tell the same thing to all their new girls, the lie does make them feel good. She chuckled, agreeing with me.
I’d dropped her off at the Tropicana near Luna, wishing her the best of luck and success with her new guy.
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Sway placed her palm to my chest, pushing, walking me backwards towards the bedroom.
We stood, watching each other as we undressed.
She reached out, lightly running her fingers across my skin.
I placed my hands around her narrow waist, lifting her off her feet. I turned, gently placing her onto the bed.
I climbed between her legs, parting them, resting them upon my shoulders.
I stared in admiration at her beauty. The oddness, the quirkiness. Sway trembled with anticipation.
I placed my lips to it, exploring, planting little kisses all across her labia, her clitoris, her mound.
She moaned loudly, arching her back. “Oh, baby…”
I ravished her, pressing my face into her, boring and swirling my tongue deep within her hole.
Her legs tightened around me, and her body shook violently. “I… I… Fuck, Andre. I’ve never!”
She tugged at the nape of my neck, pulling me tightly, gyrating her hips. “I’m coming, baby! I love you! I love you so much!”
Her juices flowed over. I drank.
I took Sway into my arms, comforting her. Within moments, she’d drifted off. I was soon behind.
THE W – COOK HALL – 7:17 p.m.
We’d awoke, showered, and had gone down for dinner.
Sway was in her black dress. She looked classy and gorgeous.
I’d brought a pair of dark gray slacks and a white button-up that I’d steam-ironed with a slight bit of starch.
Sway had the roasted Atlantic salmon, and I’d gone with the 16-oz cowboy rib-eye.
“Andre…” Sway sipped from her wine glass. “I didn’t get the entrée, just the appetizer.”
“That was the entrée, baby. The salad was the appetizer…”
“No, silly. I’m talking about you this morning. You ate me out, teased me, but you didn’t fuck me.”
I laughed. “You fell asleep.”
“So…”
“You wanted me to wake you?”
“You didn’t have to wake me.”
“So just start having sex with you, even if you’re asleep.”
“I want you to take this pussy anytime and any place you want it. Just fuck me good.”
VICTORY PARK LANE – 8:26 p.m.
I had Sway’s hand as we exited the hotel. It was in the mid-forties with a high wind that cut between the tall buildings.
“Where are we going?”
“To the House of Blues.” I pointed in the direction. “It’s not far, just up the street a couple of blocks. There’s a jazz band playing there tonight.”
“What time do they start?”
“At nine.”
We arrived at the corner of Museum Way. I stood, paused. “What’s the matter…?”
“Nothing…” I tugged. “Come with me.”
“Okay…” Sway caught up to my steps. “Are we going to be late? I thought the House of Blues was the other way.”
“It is…” I stopped, peering into the entrance.
“A parking garage? Alright, Andre.”
“Cover your face.”
“The cameras?”
We pulled our coats over our heads. “Yeah.”
I led Sway to the rear of an SUV parked along a wall on the second level.
She’d already reached under and was removing her panties. “How do you want me?”
I turned her. She placed her hands firmly on the bumper. I took her from behind, easily sliding into her wetness. I began plunging, slamming her insides.
Sway held on tightly. “Oh shit, owe!”
“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”
“Yes, it fucking hurts, but don’t stop. Make it hurt! I want it to hurt!”
My dick stiffened harder at her suggestion. I began to pound with all I had. “This feels so fucking good, baby.”
“That’s it right there. Fuck your pussy, Andre. It’s all yours.”
“That fat pussy…”
“This fat pussy is all yours to fuck any time you want it.”
“I think I’m about to come, Sway. It’s been so long since I nutted.”
“Bust it, baby, bust it in my pussy. Put it all in there. Fill it! I know you’re about to bust a big fucking nut!”
“I can feel it. I don’t think it’s ever been this strong before… Oh fuck!”
“Come on, daddy… Come for me.”
Sway pushed back against me, taking me all in. “Here it is! Here it is! Ah…! Fuck…!”
“It’s so hot, baby. I can feel it.”
My arms fell, dangling at my sides. I was spent.
Sway unmounted. She turned, leaned over, and tongue bathed me clean, sucking the last drops of my semen.
She took me by the hand, dragging me away from the scene as I hobbled, struggling with my zipper.
We’d made it just in time. As we approached the House of Blues, I stopped. Sway turned to me.
I pointed. “Look up.”
“This is pretty. What is it?”
“It’s the apartment building that I want to move into. This is it.”
“Skyhouse? And it’s right next to the House of Blues. The Cinepolis is around the corner, and the Mavs play right next to the W. This is a whole lifestyle. Everything you love is all in one area.”
“You like it?”
“I absolutely fucking love it.”
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