What's A Girl To Do?

Sunday around midday, we were outside in the hot tub. The air was crisp and the sun shined brightly as I sat in Raymond’s lap with a mimosa in my right-hand sipping from the rim as he held onto my hips and enjoyed both the warmth of my center and the warmth of the water.

I took the glass from my lips and placed the rim at his mouth. He drank and then I kissed his mouth slowly. I placed the glass by the side where one empty bottle sat alongside another bottle with a sip left inside.

I felt his fingers in my hair. I loved how fascinated he seemed by my curls. He wrapped a ringlet around his finger and then removed it watching how it stayed perfectly curled like a spring or tiny slinky. I gasped as an orgasm hit me.

He stood with me in his arms. If someone were flying overhead, surely, they would have seen our bodies entwined as he bounced me on his long love stick. I felt his cum pumping inside my yoni. He hummed as it left him. I loved how he purred when he filled me with his essence.

As my feet entered the water and I stood looking up into his soulful eyes, he said, “What am I going to do with you?”

I smiled and replied, “Love me.”

He touched my chin and brought my lips to his. He nodded and smiled.

******

After a beautiful afternoon, I was in my room reading one of the books I was gifted for Christmas. I was excited because Derrick was on his way home. Raymond left for the airport after our date. He hated to leave but had business in Northern Florida for several days.

He left instructions for Derrick to visit Nana at the private hospital every day and report her status to him directly. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust the staff to report to him, he wanted to make sure the information came from family and didn’t want Nana to feel alone. Since I wasn’t immediate family, they wouldn’t give the information to me.

As I continued to read, I thought about what my friend Jess mentioned when I told her I was contemplating a serious relationship with an older man. When I told her he was in his fifties, she nearly screamed at me on the phone.

She didn’t understand it and said that I should reconsider Donovan. He was older than me but in his last thirties. She told me that older men rich men like Raymond only wanted young girls to parade around and once he got bored with me that he’d discard me.

I wondered if Raymond would do that. Sure, he was older but I wasn’t on any daddy-issue stuff with him. I saw him as a potential mate and wanted something more. I hoped for something. More. I let out a deep sigh as the bedroom door opened, I looked left and saw Derrick with a huge smile.

I hurried over to him and pressed my lips to his, “I missed you,” I confessed. Even though we found time to do our video calls it wasn’t the same as having him there in the house.

“I missed you too. I’m happy to be home.”

I pulled him by the shirt until we ended up by the edge of the bed. I ran my fingers through his thick soft hair as we kissed passionately. His hand slipped into my shirt. He played with my left tit as we stood there kissing the seconds away.

He pinched my nipple. Our kiss stopped. My hand was on his rod. I felt the fullness of him in my right hand. I felt his vein running along the length of his shaft. “I wanna try something different,” he said.

We had talked about him entering my other hole. He wanted to press his way into my back door. I decided to let him. He left me standing at the edge of the bed. I removed my clothes. He returned wearing nothing and his cock shined from the lube he spread on it.

His mouth touched mine. Slowly, I turned away from him. My hands touched the top of the bed and soon my face was on the covers. I felt his tip at my door, tapping, pushing, and prying until it parted and gave him access.

He worked slowly, inch by inch getting me used to the feeling. I was crying and clawing at the sheets. I had never let anyone break my door open and there he was stroking my ass with one hand on the small of my back and the other pulling at my right ass cheek.

“You okay, babe?” he asked me sweetly.

I nodded but I wasn’t sure. My body trembled. I didn’t know what to make of the feeling. On one hand, it was painful but on the other, the more he stroked the more I got used to it. It wasn’t something I would do often but it was something we could do on occasion.

Once he found a rhythm and I relaxed, he thrust a little faster, a little smoother. He grabbed the top of my ass and thrust away the minutes.

After he had fun wearing out my butthole, he pulled his cock from my ass and climbed into the bed. As he lay on his back, I got onto his cock. There it was. He felt right at home. My right hand was on his chest. His finger was in my mouth. I sucked and licked as my hips moved.

He sat up. For a moment we looked into each other’s eyes barely moving. We only felt the throbbing of our pleasure spots vibrating in sync. He pulled me into him and held my ass while he pounded my center bringing himself closer to climax.

“Ughhhh,” he grunted. It was done.

I rolled over to his right. I turned to him. He touched my nose, “I have you to myself the rest of the week.”

“Yes, until Friday.”

“Perfect,” he said as he pulled me closer.

********

Every day, Derrick and I woke up in each other’s arms. We’d have breakfast on the patio, then go for a ride, I’d wait in the car whenever he’d go check on Nana.

As we were headed to the beach, his aunt called. She didn’t know I was in the car when she commented, “I spoke to Raymond about the girl, is she still in the house?”

He looked over at me and grinned, “I thought you spoke to him.”

“Well, I did but he’s being tight-lipped about the situation. I just don’t see a reason to keep her around if mom isn’t doing well. She has the best medical staff money can buy.”

“If my dad thinks Ashanti should stay, who am I to question his judgment?”

“Oh Derrick, your father is lonely and perhaps only wants to fuck that girl, if he hasn’t already.”

I laughed.

“Oh goodness, is she with you? Please tell me—”

“I have to go; I’ll be sure to pass your concerns on to my dad.”

My eyes widened, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold it in.”

“It’s okay,” he replied as he gave me a little nudge. “I told my dad you were here with me. He thinks it’s sweet you want to be here for me when I check on Nana.”

My hand reached over and played with his hair. He continued to drive until we ended up at the beach.

******

The night air was cool as the breeze rolled in off the sea. The tops of our feet were nearly frozen from the water. I was ready to head to the apartment. The one I stayed at when his aunt visited. So, that’s where we ended up.

We were on the balcony. The mood was right. He sat on his chair and looked through the curtains and I sat on his cock looking through the curtains. We had a perfect view of the night, the stars, and the ocean. Soon, the ocean and night got to watch us as we starred in a sweet love-making session.

Up and down, I moved on his thick shaft. His right hand played with my clit and I had his finger in my mouth. Our sounds crescendoed with each passing moment. He felt my body quake. I paused giving my thighs a break.

“Turn around, babe,” he said to me. He wanted to see me as I rode his cock. His hands caressed my back as I lifted and lowered on his shaft. He cupped my breasts and suckled each one. I was on orgasm number three when he stood and held me, one leg draped over his arm as his cock filled me.

Standing, our bodies collided. We grunted and panted as our hearts raced. The closer he got to the edge, the faster he moved until he exploded. My center was left messy. Slowly he pulled out. Our lips touched. It was the perfect ending to our day.

*****

On Friday morning, I found myself in the piano room. My fingers danced across the keys simply practicing finger movement from C, D, E, F, G, A, and B, then back down. I looked up and saw Derrick standing at the threshold like he wanted to enter but a forcefield was bocking him.

I motioned with my head for him to join me but he shook his head and walked off. I rose to my feet and found him in the sitting room where Nana would sit watching her shows. I sat next to him, “Are you okay?”

“My Dad loves the piano room. It’s where he goes to remember mom. And I can’t go in there because it reminds me of her. I haven’t been in that room since she died,” he confessed as tears formed in the corners of his eyes.

I touched his face, “It’s okay. I get it. Grief has no expiration date and we all deal with it the best way we can. My grandma still gets sad when she thinks of my grandpa. I still get sad when I think of my mom.”

He touched my face, “I’m glad you’re here.”

I smiled.

“She taught me how to play piano. We would spend hours in that room doing that same drill you were practicing. I remember the first time I did it perfectly how her face lit up. My mom had the sweetest purest soul of any person I knew.”

I touched my forehead to his. “She was an amazing woman. You and Raymond are a testament to that. You both are so good. The best.”

“Thank you for saying that.” He kissed my mouth. He looked at the time, “My dad will be home in about an hour.”

I nodded.

******8

During the hour I waited for Raymond to return; I spoke with Jess. She was still trying to convince me to give Donovan a try until finally, I said, “Why don’t you date him?”

She chuckled, “I would but you know I like girls more than guys. Plus, he wants you.”

I sent her a picture of Raymond. She replied, “Wait this guy is in his fifties?”

I replied, “Yes.”

“He’s sexier than most of these twenty- and thirty-year-olds. Fuck!”

I laughed.

“You can still see Donovan. I mean keep your options open,” she suggested.

Then I said, “But…I’m also seeing his son.” I knew I could trust her with that information.

She gasped, “No fucking way. Do they know?”

“Raymond doesn’t know that I’m fucking Derrick but Derrick knows that I’m with his father.”

Of course, she had tons of questions. I still didn’t have all the answers. I was just living in the moment. But once I sent her a picture of Derrick, she understood why my days were busy.

“Those guys are hot. I’d fuck both of them.”

I chuckled, “I might take you up on that offer.”

“Girl don’t play, you know I will lick that coochie as your man fucks me doggy style.”

I burst into laughter as my door opened. Raymond was standing at the door looking like he was ready. “I have to go, Jess,” I said to her and ended the call.

He hurried over to me with something in his hand. He handed me a long box. I opened it and saw a pendant with a picture of us in it. I hugged him, “Thank you.”

“Come to my room, I got something to show you.” I followed him to his room. It was candle-lit. There were roses and it smelled like lavender. I saw that he had some things laid out on his bed. “Can we play a little tonight?”

His finger touched my chin, “Do you trust me?”

I nodded. He reached for a blindfold and covered my eyes and the fun began. He undressed me slowly. I felt his strong hands caressing and massaging every part of my body until I wanted to collapse. He reached for my hand and placed something on my wrist and then the other. I was handcuffed.

He guided me to a seat. My arms went over so that I hugged the item. My breasts rested against the item. I felt his kisses down my spine, then my ass cheeks parted and I felt his tongue. He got me nice and moist. Then I felt him poking and prying at my tight puckered ring until it gave way to his might.

I relaxed my muscles and let him stroke it nice and slow to his liking and soon his liking became mine. “My precious Ashanti,” he said to me as he stroked away.

Second, after second and minute after minute, we indulged in our lustful act. After a time and my ass leaked, he pulled out and pushed his cock into my moist center and stroked until his cum filled my spot.

He released my wrists from the cuffs and after we cleaned ourselves, we lay in bed talking. He asked if I enjoyed our new sexual experience. I had to admit it was excellent. He was happy to hear that I was willing to try new things with him.

“Your birthday is at the end of March; I want to take you on a trip.”

“Really, where?”

“Anywhere you want. Do you have a passport?”

“I do.” I had one but it had not been used. I didn’t have money like that to travel. “What about the Bahamas or The Dominican Republic.”

“I’ll surprise you.”

I cuddled close to him and we fell asleep.

*******

By the end of January, Nana was well enough to leave the hospital. Derrick was deep into his schoolwork and meeting with various agents who wanted to represent him. Raymond’s work had picked up because things were starting to open back up with safety precautions.

I had interviewed for a position and was waiting to hear back from the company. If they called me for a job I didn’t know if I’d take it. I had gotten used to being at the house. But I knew I’d have to make a responsible decision because Nana’s health wasn’t great. It was only a matter of time before she would no longer need me and if she didn’t need me, would I be needed?

As I lay in bed pondering everything, I received a text message from Donovan. It was a picture of his finalized divorce papers and the question, “So when can I take you out?”