Ashanti & Derrick

Raymond was kind. He walked me to my car. He took one look at the tires, “There’s no way you’re driving home in that. I’ll be right back,” he said before turning to head back inside. Moments later, he returned with the keys to a Toyota Camry, “You can use this.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course. It’s the car that you’ll be using to drive my mother to her appointments.”

I hugged him and stepped back, “Sorry.”

He smiled, “It’s fine. It’s been a while since I’ve received a genuine hug like that.”

“I’ll see you in a couple of days.”

He nodded, “Drive safely.”

As I drove off the property. I saw him and his son standing on the porch watching as I left. My center pulsated and throbbed. As soon as I got home, I went for a shower. As I stood under the cascading water, I imagined them there with me. Raymond was in the front kissing my mouth as Derrick showered kisses down my spine.

I touched myself. Fingertip on my hardened swollen clit rubbing back and forth, then two fingers, moving faster. I wanted them both badly. It was such a sin but my body craved them. I gasped and trembled. My hands held me up on the wall. I regained my composure.

That night before my eyes closed, I fantasized about them once more. After I climaxed, my phone sounded. I had a text message from Derrick, “I’ll see you tomorrow for breakfast, my treat.”

I responded, “Sure.”

The next morning, I met him at a spot near the school he attended. He was studying communications and playing sports. He congratulated me on getting the job and stated that his father was happy to have me helping out.

“And what about you,” I asked flirtatiously.

He blushed, “You already know I’m happy to have you helping out. I’ll get to see you every day and night.”

As we sat talking, I did receive a text from his father, “How is the car?”

“It’s running perfectly, thanks again.”

I looked up into Derrick’s eyes, and he smiled, “was that my father?”

“Yes. He was asking about the car.”

He nodded. After we ate, we went for a walk by the river, and later he had to go to class. I left and headed home to coordinate having what little furniture I had moved to the storage unit.

******

November 30th, I was in my little apartment with Derrick. All the furniture I owned had been placed into storage and my clothes were packed into his truck. I looked around at the place I had stayed for three years. It was done. Time to move on to other things.

Derrick stood behind me. So close, I could feel his breath on my skin. I turned to him with a smile, “Thanks for helping me.”

“You’re welcome,” he said as his hand touched the side of my face. Strong, warm, and inviting. I smiled as he eased closer and kissed my mouth, “Derrick, wait.”

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

I shrugged, “I don’t think we should.”

He licked his lips, “Sorry I just felt there was a connection.”

I nodded, “There is but.”

“What?”

“I’d be lying if I didn’t say I wasn’t attracted to your father as well.”

He chuckled, “Seriously?”

I nodded. He moved even closer and our lips touched, “Well, we shall see whom you like more.”

I felt his hand slip into my shorts. I was already damp when he started fingering me. I held onto his neck enjoying the sensation as I cooed in his ear. I felt his cock bulging against his joggers. When my hand found him ready, I had to admire his piece of art. I wanted it inside of me.

He lifted me onto the counter and his cock pressed into my center, “Ahhhhh, fuck,” I moaned as his thrust began.

“You’re going to fall in love with me, Ashanti.”

I smiled. I knew at that moment; I was in love with his stroke game. It was everything. Our bodies were in sync every time he’d pull back, I’d tighten my walls on his shaft just before he’d push in. It was insane. I was cumming all over his dick.

He lifted me off the counter and held my ass bouncing me on his masterpiece. “I love it,” I said repeatedly.

“I love it too,” he admitted, “Can I cum in your pussy?” he asked sweetly.

Since I was on birth control I said, “Yes, cum inside my pussy baby.”

“Arggghhh, fuck,” he groaned as he filled me with his seed.

We both smiled at our naughty behavior.