A Hard Day's Night

"Brand?"

Though she didn't turn her head, Elly heard the heavy steps coming off the stairs. Felt his shadow blocking the entry to the living room. The college student's fingers slowly turned, rotating her latest beer bottle on the coffee table.

"Is my mom okay?"

Elly had giggled when her mother had been carried off in Brand's arms. Taken upstairs and put to bed like a child. But...

But Elaine's emotions had been all over the place. And, at that moment, she was simply tired of laughing, and of crying.

That, and feeling hurt. And small. And unimportant, and alone. The last week had been...

The last week was over. And, for a moment, she wasn't totally alone. Elly turned her head, and **** a little smile for Brand.

"She's had a rough time, Elaine. She's trying to be strong for you. I know she is. I see it."

The cushions beside Elly depressed under the warm weight of the man who sat down beside her.

"... But she doesn't feel that strong right now."

A large hand brushed Elly's, casually plucking the beer bottle from her fingers. Without asking permission Brand took a sip of her drink, and settled it back in her grasp.

Elly looked at it.

"Can I tell you something personal? Something about me? It might help some things make sense. It might help me, at least."

Elly, after a moment's brief hesitation, took a sip of the beer herself.

"I changed my name when I was about your age, Elaine."

Oh. Elly's attention shifted to the man seated next to her. Brand's gray eyes focused on a far-off place straight ahead, his clean-shaven face impassive.

"I changed almost everything."

"How I spoke. How I dressed, and acted."

"I changed - but I didn't change into someone else. How I was raised - that wasn't me. I wasn't who I was, then."

The young girl shivered. Her eyes roamed, until Brand finally glanced her way, too quickly for her to avert her gaze, to pretend she wasn't staring.

"Elaine, my mother was a stripper. And got paid to do a lot more than dance. My father, such as he was, was the club owner."

Holding Elly's wide eyes captive with his own, Brand's confession was soft, and even, and...

"I hope... I know that knowing this might make you think less of me, but what I'm trying to say by telling you this is - "

Elaine's emotions took one more swing. Something surged up inside the drunk young girl, taking control.

Her soft lips met Brand's, cutting off whatever point he'd been trying to make.

She should have known immediately that it was wrong. She did. But Elly didn't let that part in. The colored college teen kept the guilt at bay. She put up walls long enough to hold on to the sublime rush she got from kissing the strong, steady man seated by her.

Long enough for her tongue to clash with Brand's lips, and her hand to snake around the back of his neck. For his hand to find the small of her back, and to pull her close to his body.

Long enough for her mother's boyfriend to break away first.

"Elly..." Brand murmured, drawing back. Trying to, against the **** of Elaine's strong grip.

Sudden resentment tore through Elly's heart - a bitter wave of hate for Brand shattering her moment. For making her remember. For taking down the walls she had erected around a kiss she could never justify.

Then came the guilt.

"Oh, god." A dark hand fluttered to Elly's lips.

Guilt. Crushing. And total. And magnified by the irreconcilable angry feelings that had come before.

"Oh, god!" The hand pressing on her lips dropped. "Oh-god-oh-god-oh-god..."

"Elly..."

"Oh... God!" The teen planted her hands on the couch cushions beneath her butt, and scooted away.

"Brand - please." Elly looked up, her voice edged with panic.

"Elly."

"Please don't tell. I - please. I won't tell. I'm so sorry. I-I don't know what I was... I'm -"

"Elaine! Calm down." Brand's voice cracked, settling the black girl in place.

Stilling her. Shutting her mouth.

"Elaine - you did nothing wrong."

Elly shook her head. Hunched over, she felt her arms wrap around, then tighten around her tight stomach.

"Drink all of it." Coming no closer, with a lean and a stretch of an arm and a hard tap of glass-on-glass, Elly's beer was set in front of her. "I'm going to get us each another from the kitchen. This will be gone by the time I get back."

"Then we will talk."

Without another word, Brand lifted himself off the couch, leaving Elly alone with her guilt. Her thoughts. Her ache. And her beer.

Elly reached, and hesitated. Brand was out of the room. She was already tipsy - or, rather, drunk. Clearly drunk enough to...

She could just leave. Probably should. Go to her room. Lock her door. Hug Mister Fluffy to her chest and cry like she did sometimes when she was a little girl.

But Elly wasn't a little girl. She heard the refrigerator clatter closed and her beer appeared in her hand, tipped up and running down her throat.

And into her empty stomach. Between her long, solo road trip, her nerves, her waiting for James, the black teenager had hardly eaten all day.

"Good girl."

Elaine nearly sputtered in surprise, as the last of the brown bottle trickled away.

"I brought you a little snack, too. Here."

Two bottles touched down, and a small plate of cheese, crackers, and sliced wedges of yellow-fleshed fruit.

"Your mother has been getting her groceries delivered. Some of the fruit has been tasteless, but the plums are good."

Her mouth was watering instantly. Elly swallowed. "Th-thank you."

Brand picked up a cracker and topped it with cheese, handing it to the seated brown-skinned girl.

"Thank you," Elly whispered, and feeling very small, very self-conscious, and very conscious that moments ago she had practically assaulted the man standing over her, watching her, Elaine carefully bit into the much-needed nourishment.

"Good," Brand repeated after... after she finished her cracker and picked up a plum slice. Long male legs walked around the coffee table to sit down beside her.

"Feel better?"

"Y-yes." She did, a little bit. Still... still distressed. Still... "Thank you."

"Take a drink."

Elly felt so strange. She - with Brand watching, she took a sip of her beer before grabbing another cracker.

"So... about the kiss."

Oh, hell. Elly buried her face in her hair, and her mouth in another cracker.

"I'm sure you've made a few assumptions about my relationship with your mother. Well - I wasn't going to say anything about it, certainly not so soon, but seeing what happened..." Elly refused to look, but she could hear the sudden smirk in Brand's voice.

"Elly, I am not your mother's boyfriend. Not like how you'd think of it."

... What? Cheeks stuffed, Elly stopped chewing.

"Your mom is ten years older than I am. We are adults, a man and a woman, and we are friends. I'm helping care for her during a rough patch, that's it."

"Keep eating. Take a drink."

While Brand paused, closely eyeing the girl next to him, Elaine chewed. And swallowed. And picked up her beer.

Satisfied, Brand continued.

"When I said you did nothing wrong, I meant it. You followed your heart, did something impulsive. That's good. A girl should be able to do those things."

"Elly, that was a lovely kiss." A hand brushed away the hair hiding Elaine's face - the clean, hard line of her gently curved jaw, her clear brown cheek, and tucked her hair behind a thin ear. "You're a very pretty young woman."

O-oh...

Elly looked towards Brand.

The colored girl's heart was going to pound straight through her chest. Her head was swimming, swimming in beer and hormones.

But... but this... was wrong.

"But, J-James..." Elly whispered.

"Maybe tomorrow you'll be back together with your old boyfriend. I sincerely hope you are. But tonight, you're not. You're free to act on that nature. It's okay."

A white hand brushed, then rested on Elaine's bare brown thigh.

The feeling was electric. And Elly's intoxicated brain shut down completely.

Brand leaned in, and...

Oh, god. Oh-god-oh-god...

Kissed...

Kissed Elly's cheek.

The hand on her thigh squeezed, and left her skin. Left her alone.

... What??

"Maybe I'll see you if you're up in the morning." Brand smiled kindly, and shifted away.

And got up.

No.

Elaine could have screamed, as Brand stood, and turned.

Time was going too quickly. She didn't, if she waited... without thinking...

Elly's hand flashed out, and grabbed Brand's palm.

God, she could feel the strength in his hand. He could hold... could crush...

"W-wait." Elly held on. Held tight. She...

"Please..."

Elly dropped her eyes when Brand took in her damp dress. Her curves and her smooth, bare legs. Elaine blushed, unsure of her intent, unsure of what she was doing. What she had been thinking when she stopped him. Just... just knowing that she had stopped him, and now... she was so confused, conflicted. Drunk and...

Brand turned his hand in Elly's, until it was his hand holding hers. With effortless strength he pulled. It... it was like floating, and she was suddenly in his arms. Elaine shivered as a knuckle, then the back of a finger ran the length of her collarbone, pushing aside fabric to touch the bare skin underneath... and then drifted down. over the thin cottony material, and the back of his hand... down, over her chest, and - a-and then...

Gentle knuckles, and the backs of Brand's fingers brushed over the mounds of her young breasts. Over cotton, and the over lacy bra, and then over her erect, aching brown nipple.

Where it stopped. Where his barest movements, her own chest rising and falling against his touch made her want t-to...

"... Yes?" Brand asked.

Oh, god. Y-yes.

"Yes," Elly breathed. Not thinking. Just breathing.

Oh, god.

Oh, f-f... slowly, looking into her eyes, Brand turned his... Brand turned his hand over.

It was happening. Without understanding how it had happened, how she had gotten there, how it could possibly be happening, Elly felt a man, a strange man confidently touching, exploring...

"Ahh..." Then, with his eyes locked on to hers, his hand's kneaded her proud, firm young breast through her bra and thin dress.

And though it was more than she could have imagined happening between her and... and a man that she... it wasn't enough. Her whole body needed to be touched. Every part of her. Boosting herself onto her tippy toes, Elly pressed her breasts and stomach, her whole body up, and into his, grasped at Brand's back, desperately trying to get closer, to mold their bodies into one.

Not enough. Missing... Elly tilted her face up to desperately try to kiss the man standing tall above her.

She... he was too far away. Looking down, just out of reach. She...

"Please," Elly whispered, tucking her lips in, getting them wet a-and ready. To -

"Ah!" A hand under her dress, under her butt, another hand on her back held the black teenager tight, and then boosted her into the air with a, "O-eei!" high-pitched squeal.

Floating in a pair of strong male arms, Elly felt her lips meet Brands. Her strong legs lifted, and curled around Brand's back - supporting and shimmying her even higher. Even closer, and freeing Brand's hands to -

"Nnh!" Sloppily kissing like a schoolgirl, sucking and licking the older man's mouth like she hadn't attempted since fumbling through her first kisses years ago, Elly moaned into Brand's teeth and tongue as the hand supporting her sweet apple butt slid i-in, down into her panties and along her smooth crack all the way to -

"Hhh-kuh! Fuh-uh!" Pistoning her legs, Elly literally bucked her mound against Brand's firm stomach, slipping her slit along his fingers with all the **** of her hard young thighs, flexing and banging and -

Elaine Lockley pounded her partner into turning his legs to the couch, and into half-lowering, half-collapsing the pair onto the cushions below, with the brown-skinned girl riding on top.

"Sh-sorry," Elly slurred drunkenly, still humping, kissing up and down Brand's scratchy neck and...

Her damp dress was lifted as she kissed, peeled up and around her shoulders, and with a brief raise of her arms the teenager's bare brown skin, a pair of soaking satin undies and a taut, moving, flexing tummy were fully revealed.

... And suddenly, after everything that had transpired, with her dress off and her body revealed, Elly felt... shy.

Very, very shy.

Looking down, she saw... saw Brand, handsome, smiling gently up at the hesitant girl above him, who had humped him off his feet moments ago. She saw his gray eyes reading her, looking into her.

Understanding her.

A pair of big white hands circled Elly's stomach, s-squeezing tight, nearly touching on either side, and pulled her hips into his body, spreading her flexible legs wide, mashing her vulva, p-parting her...

"Ah..." Elly gasped, softly. So soft, air barely escaping her lips.

"That's a good girl. It's okay."

"Show me more. Take off your bra, Elly."

Brand released, let the teen come up, to breathe, and... and when her nervous fingers followed instructions, when her hands reached behind and underneath the strap of her...

The white man squeezed Elly's trim waist once more, pulled her down again, pulled her soft, hot flower into his abs.

Elaine's lacy white bra fell off her shoulders and slipped down her arms. She - she resisted the urge to cover herself, instead allowing her hard nipples touch the air, letting her perfectly formed black teenage tits hang free.

"You're beautiful, Elaine."

The hands around her stomach... one drifted down, holding her hip, pressing and massaging the hard bone of her pubis.

The other... up, sliding up Elly's belly, over her ribs until it gripped the one round teenage breast.

"Thank you," Elly whispered, and leaned back down, back in. In to cover herself. In for warmth. In for a kiss...

The hand at her hip slid into her panties, and snaked right along her special place.

"Nn-uhh-hh..." The colored girl gasped, and her lean turned into a... She would have c-c-collapsed right onto Brand, smacked her face into his chin except for the hand on her chest holding her weight.

Completely slack, Elly grunted, head lolling and hanging straight down as her legs quivered and Brand touched...

Her mound. Her lips, h-her... everything. Everything smooth-shaved, bare and sensitive, shaved just that morning in case... in case...

Brand touched and slid a finger between along Elly's quivering slit. So wet it didn't drag, didn't pull, that it slipped along her tender tissues and...

Elly was lowered, shifted and lowered, until her lips touched Brand's once again, and the teenager reflexively kissed, and sucked, half gasping half -

"Mmm..." For the first time Brand took the initiative to invade her mouth with his tongue, and Elly instinctively sucked the intruder in. Every bit she could, she sucked into her mouth, and slurped. Her own tongue flicked against it, along it, and caressed the hard, wet muscle. Her head bobbed in time with her soft vulva being manipulated and fingered, Elly performed fellatio on the tongue in her mouth. Sucking and moaning and humping a-and -

With a ****, wet sound Brand took his tongue back, leaving Elly's own moaning mouth open and empty and wanting and -

Carefully lifting, supporting her pelvis and torso, Brand sat up and turned Elly, placing the half-limp black girl with her legs curled under her on the cushions, her butt up and her stomach and young breasts across his lap. Elly barely gathered the awareness to get her elbows underneath her before -

Elaine's panties were grabbed, pulled, and dropped to her knees in one swift movement.

She barely had time to put her head up, to register her absolute vulnerability before a wedge of three thick fingers pressed their way inside her, all the way to the first knuckle.

Elaine went bananas.

"AH-gggNff!!" On the other end, Elly's scream was stuffed before it started. Three fingers, mirroring the penetration of her other end, slipped into the black girl's open mouth - cutting off her primal cry a-and -

"Sh-sh-sh-sh..." Brand shushed, "Suck. It'll help."

Elly was way ahead of the instruction. Lips clamped, she moaned loudly, but was able t-to suck through and suppress the worst of the noise, keep from screaming when she pressed her tight teen kitty on the fingers behind her, stretching herself. A-and then emptying herself, going the opposite direction, letting her cunny contract and her mouth fill a-and -

"Good girl. That's it. Are you okay?"

Elly w-was... was...

"Just one more thing. Don't be scared, it's not going in."

O-one...? Wha...?

Curling his palm, the pad of Brand's thumb nestled between Elly's asscheeks, worrying in until it rested firmly against her teeny little butthole.

Where it rotated, stimulating her with every thrust back. Every pull forward. Thrust forward, pull back... every th-thrust, p-puh... thr-ut

"There you go. That's a girl. Do a suck, now. And back. Fill yourself up, Elly."

Back and forth, tits swaying beneath her, nipples brushing Brand's lap, stomach tight, Elly rode both ends, alternating glomping her mouth and sticking her puss again and again a-and -

In the last instants, Brand turned his fingers on, rapidly plunging her face lips and her bare teen-y lips and vibrating his thumb on her tiny brown star.

"Nnn-NNh-" The black girl's eyes rolled wildly. Elly had never, never experienced anything like it. With all her girl holes being stuck, probed, and stroked, she -

"Nyy-AHgh-gh-gg!" Elly gurgled and bucked on the couch, drooled from her lips, and... something...

"Nuh-Nuh-Nuh-NuuNGh!" Elaine's little black-girl-world exploded, and something tightened inside her. Tightened, twisted, and shot right out of her teeny urethra, splattering in a brief, forceful stream onto Brand's rapidly moving fingers, shooting and scattering onto his thigh and onto the couch between her legs.

Elly immediately, forcefully shut her dripping wet legs, and collapsed on the white man's lap.

"Huh." Brand twisted his wrist, and extracted his drool-sodden digits from her mouth. "Well."

"I-I can't... can't..." The terrible rush of shame and horror of incontinence... i-in front of... all over... head spinning...

"I-I peed!" Elly whispered, clutching her naked chest.

"Yes," Brand murmured, examining his hand. "... Are you sure?"

Elly... that twisting, wet release - she... she...!

"Elly, I think..." Brand brushed his drool-y fingers absently through Elly's hair, "I think you squirted when you orgasmed. I'm almost sure of it."

"S-" Elly couldn't articulate, think...

Squirted?

"Yes. Have you done that before?"

E-Elly... Elly shook, and shook her head, and...

Turning her head to look behind, above, eyes barely focusing... Elly... Brand was smiling kindly down at Elaine, stroking her rain-and-sweat-damp hair. "Yes. I'm sure of it. That was amazing. Really good, Elly. Really, really good."

"I..." Elly scooted herself onto the heels of her palms, bending herself in her haunches and glanced toward the ceiling. She... Jesus she was naked, and... her hands covered her chest and it... it didn't feel good at all. S-squirt. It was almost worse than thinking she peed - and, a-and the room was spinning, and... "I was so loud. I..."

"It's okay, Elly."

"But, I was s-so loud," Elly's eyes, big and earnest looked at Brand, looked to the ceiling towards her mother's room, l-looked back at Brand, and...

"... It's all okay. I promise." Brand hugged the naked young woman, kissing her cheek and ear. "Everything is fine."

N-no.

Or... maybe... big arms wrapped Elly up.

Oh, crap - she was naked. Elly was naked. Her hands tried to... she was confused. Tired. And her hands, she felt...

"Oh," Elly murmured, and her heart stuttered, a guilty jump. She had completely forgotten about... about him.

Next to her, almost underneath her, straining against its confinement...

"Just noticed that, did you?" Brand chuckled.

"N-no, uh..." Elly swallowed. God, she felt clumsy a-and... Brand's pant leg was wet from her s-squirt and she was...

"I'm sorry. Sorry, I... I wasn't - wasn't thinking. Um..." Hopeless. Elly was so far out of her league. Tumbling around with feelings she didn't... feelings that hardly felt like her.

Elly swallowed. Sliding out of Brand's arms, off his lap and onto her knees, the naked brown girl started fumbling with his zipper.

W-wow. It was... Elly reached in.

It was big. She hadn't seen many to compare. But this...

"It's really big," The college teen whispered nervously, looking up.

"I... Brand..." Elaine didn't know... didn't think she could. She was exhausted and nervous and g-guilty and... a-and...

"Elly, it's okay." Brand brushed the black girl's hair back, and cupped her cheek.

"You don't have to."

Oh, jeez.

She was such a... what was she going to do? Elly shook her head and, "No. No, you... you were really good. Really, really... I..."

It was so warm. So hard. Grabbing th-the penis in her soft hand tight, the colored girl took it out.

"Oh..."

Elly rocked back, and felt her knees spread below her naked bottom.

What was she doing? Elly...

Hesitating, Elly leaned forward and gave Brand's heavy, white balls a little tongue-in-the-middle kiss.

They moved. And It twitched.

Elly meekly peeked passed it, through the fearsome thing blocking her face - to Brand's kind gray eyes, crinkled with a smile.

"Do you want help, Elly?"

She was so small. So foggy and so tired. Elly nodded. And a little breath whispered past her lips.

"Y-yes. Okay."

A smile... a hand stroked her hair. "You're such a good girl, Elly. You're so pretty."

Guiding her backwards by touch with a hand on her bare shoulder, Brand stood, towered above her, his thick thing swaying just barely above, right in front of Elly's sweet, tired teen face.

"You won't have to do anything. I'll do all the work. Just keep your mouth open, Elly. Tongue out a little more - just past your bottom lip. Good. Like that. That's perfect."

Elly Lockley waited like Brand told her. Tongue out. Mouth open. Perfect.

Ashamed.

A white hand nestled in Elly's hair, and another tilted his great pole to meet her lips. Her tongue.

Warmth, salt, pulsing hardness, soft skin, slid along her wet muscle, and into Elly's mouth.

"There you go. Just stay open. That's all you have to do."

Elly... Elly was just supposed to stay open. She didn't have to do anything. Just open, tongue out.

Brand slid back out, and back in.

"Very easy. You're doing great. I've been ready for a while, just a little bit, here."

Just a little bit. Elly nodded ever-so-slightly. Not doing anything. Just keeping her face open. Tongue on her bottom lip.

"You're just perfect. Would you look up at me for a moment?"

S-something to do. To help. Tiredly, gratefully, Elly looked up into Brand's eyes. Blinked. Looked. Felt him slide in and out. She was so exhausted, Brand was taking all the work on himself but... but it felt very distant, very alone, very passive and... and somehow shameful to just...

To just keep her mouth open, and kneel.

Elly didn't want to think about it. Couldn't think. She looked. She felt her mouth taking Brand in, felt it sliding back out. She blinked.

And let it happen. In and out. Warm and thick and salty. More salty, earthy taste. Naked, passive, tired, she waited.

"Very good. Swallow." Was all the warning she got.

Elly's long black eyelashes fluttered and her throat contracted as thick, goopy white flooded her mouth, spurting against her throat and flowing along her gums and underneath her tongue.

The once dazed, suddenly panicked black girl opened her throat and gave the biggest gulp she could.

She did. She got one good gulp. One hard swallow, and felt a thick load of viscous stuff flow reluctantly down her esophagus to her tummy.

She couldn't manage another. Pretty brown facing scrunching up, Elly sat back and hunched down and -

"G-uurk!"

C-cupped both hands under her mouth just in time to keep from spewing the remaining ejaculate from her mouth to the carpet.

"I -urp," She was so gross, she..."-orry. Aye'm s-s-" Elly felt it, the slippery... stuff, hanging off her tongue, and suppressed another, "U-uhkk..."

"That's-okay-that's-okay." Brand whispered, helping support and position Elly's cupped hands.

"Shh... here..." Bending, taking Elly's panties from - they were somehow holding onto one ankle, Brand wiped up the sperm pooled in Elly's cupped hands first, then turned it over to wipe her chin and lips free of the slime, and finally used a small, strappy side to catch and then wipe the fluid hanging off her tongue.

"All better. All done." The panties disappeared, and -

Done. Elly...

Brand spoke slowly. "We'll get you to bed, okay?"

Softly. "Let's get you to bed."

God. Bed. Elly nodded and wrapping one hand around Brand's crooked forearm, one hand around his belt, unsteadily pulled herself up.

She leaned, walking, eyes closed, until she found herself lifted into Brand's strong arms.

"Stairs, okay? Just rest."

Elly nodded. And floated up the stairs. And around a corner and turning. And...

Found herself drifting down to softness.

Her bed.

Elly...

"I-I've never..." N-never swallowed, or squirted, or... she - she didn't even know...

"Shh... it's okay." The mattress sank beside her under Brand's weight. A hand touched her hair, her face. "You did really well, really good."

Elly didn't feel good. She felt tired a-and ashamed and so... s-spinning...

Oh, shit, "I - my things... clothes..." Trying to get up, a hand rested on Elly's shoulder, pushing her back down.

"No. Rest. I'll get your clothes, and bring you up a big glass of water. Just rest. Okay Elly?"

Elly... Elly nodded. Nodded into the hand stroking her face. The one that hadn't been inside her...

I-it wasn't okay.

But... but she couldn't think. Could hardly walk, or keep her eyes... Elly nodded, and shut her eyes.

On her opposite side, her heavy down comforter was pulled, tug by tug, and folded over her shoulder. Over her nakedness.

"You did really well. Good girl. It's okay, I promise."

His hand... reaching with her hands, Elly held it against her face. Nuzzled it. Nodded.

"Just rest..."