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INNOCENTMISERY was the inspiration for this story.
Sharon’s version of events that unfolded on a hot summer day.

“Damn, that was good,” I say to Jayson as I light a cigarette and pass it to him.

“I knew this arrangement was going to work,” Jayson replied, taking a drag.

“Yeah, and everyone thought it wasn’t going to work. Little did they know about the little arrangement we have made prior to you moving in.”

Kissing me, Jayson says, “I’m going to get us something cold to drink. I’ll be back.”

As Jayson got us drinks, I took a drag from the cigarette and basked in the after-sex glow of what transpired last night, and what led up to this moment. It had to have started when I put an ad in the neighborhood magazine. Out of all of the emails I received, I came across Jayson’s two weeks before Halloween. In the email, he has moved from upstate New York to Chicago a few years ago to expand his business. He was looking for a room to stay in while his home is undergoing a huge renovation, thanks to a freak severe thunderstorm that blew through the suburbs for the past few days. At the bottom of the email, he left his contact information. The next day I called Jayson and set up a meeting at a coffee shop in the neighborhood. The day I met him was on an unusually hot day for fall, let alone October. I spotted a guy wearing a baseball cap and typing something on his laptop. He was a little over six feet tall with brown hair and brown eyes, with a hint of naughtiness in them, and a smile that can make the most prudish librarian cream her granny panties. A successful website designer, he often works from home and would need to meet his clients in a home office for a few consultations. Taking that into consideration, I told him that I was going to let him know my decision next week. Jayson thanked me and went on his way. I called him on a Tuesday and left him a message on his answering machine. He called me back that very day, saying he will move in over the weekend.

Several weeks of living with Jayson has gone by where we’ve gotten accustomed to seeing each other in various states of undress. One Saturday morning sticks out in my mind vividly. I was going to the bathroom to take a shower and Jayson was coming out of the bathroom and stood in front of me stark naked. The only thing I did was gawk at his penis: an eight-inch marvel with a wide girth. I got wet immediately, despite not wearing any panties under the long shirt I usually wore to bed.

“Good morning, Sharon,” Jayson greeted me with a smile.

“Um, uh, morning, Jay,” I stammer, looking from his penis to his face and his chiseled chest.

“Like the view?” he asked and wiggles his dick in his hands.

This guy is freakishly tall, I thought to myself. Even if I wore my highest stripper heels, I would still have to look up at him. What is he, six-two, six-three? Finding the words, I spit out, “Excuse me.”

Running into the bathroom, I had to catch my breath. I did not want to see my roomie in a state of undress like that. I turned on the shower and got in. As I showered, his penis kept popping into my brain. All of a sudden, I was having fantasies about me wrapping my tongue around that gorgeous tool, feeling the veins and the foreskin in my moist mouth. Men who are uncircumcised are a huge turn-on to me. Personally, uncircumcised penises fill the pussy up a whole lot better than those who are circumcised. Reaching into a cabinet, I pull out a silver waterproof vibrator, tuned it on, and placed it on my clitoris. I moved the vibrator on and around my womanhood. I didn’t stop getting off until I closed my eyes and saw stars as I came.

The hot water running cold was my signal to get out of the shower. I go into the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee. Jayson was at the kitchen table, working hard on a new website design for the coffee shop I met him at. He looked from his laptop and says, “I’m sorry for my behavior this morning. I understand it if you want me gone.”

Putting down my coffee mug, I go over to the table and sit across from Jayson. “It was nothing, and I don’t want you to leave.”

“Yay, you love me! When are we going to fuck? I bet you’re all nice and juicy down there.”

“That’s for me to know,” I laughed.

“I’ll find out one way or another.”

“No you won’t.”

“We’ll see.”

We spent the New Year watching the ball in Times Square drop on the plasma screen, and drank an insane amount of champagne and wine. When the clock struck midnight here, Jayson and I kissed as though we were lovers. Tumbling into Jayson’s room, we dry-humped each other clumsily and made out until we both fell asleep. I woke up the next morning without my shirt on and his left hand down my jeans. I removed his hand, found my shirt and raced into my room to nurse a serious hangover. Jayson poked his head in my room an hour later and said, “I told you I was going to find out how juicy you are down there. Next time, you’re going to be mine.”

Everything came to a head on a humid summer day in July. There were severe thunderstorms left and right, knocking out power for days at a time. The brownout that occurred the other day knocked out the air conditioning unit of the building, Internet was down and the only thing we could do is listen to was the hand radio I owned. Jayson turned on every ceiling fan he could find, but the fans just blew hot air around. The box fans and oscillating fans offered no signs of relief; just reduced power even more. I went into my room to change my clothes to wear something lighter.

Taking off the tee shirt and jeans I had on when I went to work, I threw on a strapless summer dress I bought three years ago I never worn. The dress was short and stopped at mid-thigh, showing off my legs I had worked hard on at the gym. Being of African descent, my skin was already a milk chocolate color that was only enhanced by getting toned up including firming up my natural 42DDD chest on a five-foot-five inch frame. During the summer, I would always turn into the darkest shade of brown known to man. I had no need for a bra for the dress; I was going to yank it off of me if it got hotter tonight and just sleep in my black mesh thong.

I went onto the balcony with a magazine and a glass of ice water, and looked out at the haze over the city. The ice water turned lukewarm in the heat and the ink got on my hands as I flipped through it. I went back inside, and wondered what Jayson was up to. Seeing the door to his room was open, I found him sitting on his king-size bed wearing boxers. He was plugged into his laptop either writing code or watching a movie or listening to music. On the night stand was a small bowl filled with melting ice cubes, and the ceiling fan was on, again blowing hot air like some of the politicians in this city.

“What are you doing?” I ask him.

Looking up, Jayson lets out a cat-call whistle. “Getting hard looking at you in that dress. You must have set up a really hot fuck session with some guy you work with. For real, I’m watching a movie,” he explained.

“May I join you?”

“Sure. I hope you like B-level horror flicks.”

I got in next to him and he put his arm around me. It was the first time in a long time I was this close to a guy, New Year’s not counting. Throughout the movie-which didn’t make no sense at all-I was starting to burn up a bit. Cursing having no air conditioning and the fans blowing hot air around, I turned off Jayson’s laptop and set it on the side of the bed next to him. He smacked my ass, forcing me to jerk my head up and look at him. The devilish tint in his eyes began to show itself, and a Cheshire cat smile came across his face.

“Why did you do that?” I asked.

“To get a reaction out of you,” he responded.

I maneuvered myself around so that I was half-straddling him to face him. “Oh, really. What would you do if I wasn’t reaching over you?” I asked in a half-threatening manner.

“Yank down your dress so I can see how big your cans are.”

“You would love that.”

“What would you do if I did it?”

“Punish you.”

Jayson yanks down my dress, letting my breasts breathe in the stale air. “Goddamn, your titties are big. What size are they?” he asked.

“They’re big enough for you to hold,” I answered.

“Ebony girl, I’m six-three with big hands. I think I need another pair to hold these things.”

He tweaked my nipples until they were pointing into the thick heat. I fed him one breast and he took to suckling on it happily, while his hands massaged the other breast. I rubbed my shaved pussy as Jayson bit down on my breast, eliciting a moan from me. Jayson pushes me onto his bed so that I was lying flat on my back. He ran his hands up my legs, stopping at my knees. Gently, he pried them apart and continued on his track. Stopping at the junction between my legs, he dipped his head and took a whiff of my pussy.

“MMMMMM smells sweet,” he murmured. “I wonder how it tastes.”

He licked me through my thong, and I drenched them right away. Tearing the fabric of the skimpy thong, he rubbed my mound, loving the feel of a freshly-waxed pussy. He later inserted two fingers into my pussy, feeling for my G-spot and I drench his fingers. I take his fingers out of me and put them in my mouth. I lapped up my juices, moaning in delight. He smiled as I climbed on top and kissed him, tasting my juices and making him hard instantly. Giving him one of my famous gotcha smiles, I pull his dick out of his boxers and licked it like a lollipop. I heard him mumble something, but I ignored it and devoured his dick, bobbing my head up and down until he unloaded his spunk in my mouth. I swallowed a lot of it while the rest dribbled out of my mouth and onto my chin.

Smacking his lips, Jayson licks his cum off of me and kissed me. I wanted him inside me: fingers, tongue, the eight-incher-I wanted it all. He lays me on the bed, not breaking the kiss. His hands roam my body, massaging my breasts. Our tongues dance in each other’s mouths as I feel him explore my body. My legs were parted once again as he rubbed my throbbing clit with a thumb. One tap sent chills up my spine. A couple of fingers were moving in and out of me, forcing me to squirm under Jayson’s body. He allowed me to come up for air; the only thing I did was say, “Oh, yeah.”

Taking that as his cue, Jayson went to town on my ever-waiting pussy. His tongue darted in and out of me as I held back the orgasm that was building up inside of me. Jayson looked at me, grinning like a cat that just caught a mouse. He thumbed my clit fast, to the point where I couldn’t take it and I shouted, “Fuck me, now!”

Hoisting my legs into the air and spreading them wide, Jayson thrusts himself in me, and pulled out. He then inched his dick in me and pulled out, purposely driving me mad with suspense. I reached down and rubbed myself as he inserted his whole length in me. He took his time, moving in and out of me. I ran my fingers through his hair as he rolled over, never breaking the hold my legs had on him until he was flat on his back. I was moving up and down on him, creating more stifling heat than there was both outside and inside the room. I leaned down until I was eye-level to him and whispered, “I hope you like how my juices taste when it’s mixed in with yours.”

With that, Jayson turned over again, pinning me down and pumped in and out of me hard until he came deep inside me, triggering my long-held orgasm as I squirted hard. Giving both breasts a squeeze, he found his way back to my pussy and lapped up both of our juices. I look over at the night stand, where the bowl of ice has long melted and I spot a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Taking one, I light the cigarette and take a drag from it, and passed it to Jayson.

Here we are, back to where we started. Taking another drag from my cigarette, I pondered our next romp in the sack. Jayson came back with a couple of bottles of beers, both of them opened. I forgot that Jayson filled the coolers with ice and food in case the refrigerator stopped running. We clicked bottles and drank from them, with beer dribbling down my chin. He leaned over and licked the beer off of me, saying that the mix of my sweat and the beer is an intoxicating taste to him. I start to feel a cool breeze come through Jayson’s room. I look up, and the ceiling fan was spinning at a faster rate than it was earlier. Looking at each other, we go turn on the rest of the fans and other electronics to confirm in our minds that power was restored. Sure enough, the radio I left on was announcing the restoration of power and a cooling trend is coming through the metropolitan area.

Turning off the fans, I opened all of the windows and Jayson asked, “Does this make us roommate fuck buddies?”

“Don’t matter to me,” I answered.

“What’s your plan for relieving sexual tension?”

Jumping up to straddle his six-three frame, I kiss him. “Well, we can always come in each other’s bedrooms,” I suggested.

Holding me up, Jayson walks toward my bedroom and kisses me back. Going inside, he places me on my bed and closes the door and the window. Turning off my ceiling fan, he says with a sinister smile, “I think we need a repeat of what happened earlier. I want to see that chocolate body of yours sweat and squirm again under my basketball player size.”

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Comments(23)

oldvietnamvet47
Posted 18 Dec 2013 15:10
well written,descriptive, arousing story
Txn2lv
Posted 14 Dec 2013 11:35
wow...need a cig after that story
mowerman05
Posted 18 Jun 2013 21:59
awesome story!!!
Witchfan
Posted 11 Jun 2013 16:21
Good story, good characthers. I am hoping for more of the same.
redknob
Posted 09 Jun 2013 08:08
Sharon, I loved it, I hope you continue to write.
Joystick88
Posted 25 Dec 2012 11:57
Awesome story!
EroticElegance
Posted 21 Jun 2012 08:53
Loved your story. Hope you'll write alot more!
SexyAngelBaby
Posted 05 Feb 2012 08:42
Wow, love it
fisherman6205
Posted 03 Feb 2012 09:58
Hey, Sharon.... Love the story... ebony and ivory... live together in perfect harmony... and union... More, Lady Sharon, MORE!! Love ya... Steve XOXO
skip2951
Posted 01 Feb 2012 07:54
well written and hot....more please
gabby212
Posted 30 Jan 2012 04:46
dam sexy, wish i had a roomie like that,mmmmmm
scooter
Posted 20 Jan 2012 07:09
Great story Sharon, good things come to those that wait! (:
Michael
Posted 16 Jan 2012 03:39
Great story, really nice releasing that sexual tension... but I really don't think you would want to wait so long....
aussiescribbler
Posted 18 Nov 2011 04:40
Seems like a very practical arrangement they came too. A very sexy story.

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Solarmeatman
Posted 27 Oct 2011 07:33
awesome story...I love interratial stories with black skinned girls...mmmmmm and they do now how to fuck!
stlfireman
Posted 14 Sep 2011 16:47
Nice story! When can I move in?
lafayettemister
Posted 31 Aug 2011 10:30
That was fun.
whorecrux
Posted 06 Aug 2011 17:09
+5! I loved it.
CallMeMissD
Posted 03 Jul 2011 17:48
I love it messy..very hot! I want more...

DirtyMartini
Posted 19 Jun 2011 19:04
Looks like he sunk a few baskets...very hot story Sharon, I hope this is a taste of more to cum...nice job...
LadySharon
Posted 18 Jun 2011 09:39
@ Black-velvet: I do, too!
teninchstoryteller
Posted 17 Jun 2011 11:09
Excellent, damn girl you know how to make the details count, not to mention how to make us guys want more...so, gimme more sweetie!
bill11
Posted 16 Jun 2011 07:49
Hot story, enjoyed your details
 

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