A smile a mile wide appeared across my face. I stood in front of my bedroom mirror at around nine 'o clock in the evening, fully ready to go for a night out. My best friend, Malik, who sat on my bed, let out a sigh of relief as it had taken me about an hour to get ready, while waiting for a ride from our friend Mike. I was never one for the night life of clubbing and partying, but after a lot of convincing from Malik, along with the long work I'd endured, we decided on Club Risqué
as our destination for some fun.
I was 5'9, and 200lbs of mocha skin, clad in black Adidas
sneakers, dark blue denim jeans, and a black t-shirt with a red button-up shirt over it. I'd just gotten my haircut earlier in the day and was giving my head a good brushing. My smile turned into a pleased smirk, applying a small bit of sweet smelling oil to my hands, wrists, and neck.
"Finally," Malik said, with a groan. "It took your ass long enough, Relle."
"What? I'm just trying to look my best," I explained.
"I feel you, Jay, but you're not meeting anyone there. It's just us, Mike and Khalil."
I smirked and turned to face him, "It's four guys going to the club. You act like you're not trying to get some pussy tonight. "
Malik laughed, "So you're not trying to get some tonight, Jay?"
"Hey, it's whatever man, but you know a lot of chicks in the neighborhood go to Club Risqué
"It's whatever, Jerrell? God, you're such a square. Drink a little tonight . . . get your dick wet, it's all a part of the weekend experience."
I laughed, "The weekend experience?"
"Damn straight, it's the weekend . . . and its summertime. There's gonna be a lot of ladies in heat tonight."
"Then I guess we're lions on the prowl, huh?" I joked.
Malik smirked, "Right, and I know I'm bringing a chick back me tonight. You should at least try to, Relle."
Malik sighed and hung his head, "But you won't 'cause drinking and fucking ain't your style, right?"
"Who knows . . . I might surprise you," I said with a faint smile.
"Yeah right," Malik replied, doubtful of my words as my cell phone's ring tone blared went off and it was Khalil.
"Hey Khalil, what's up?" I said, answering the phone.
"Hey, we're outside . . . so are y'all ready?"
I laughed, "Yup, ready to have some fun."
"Well, there's gonna be a lot of that, man."
"No doubt. We'll see you in a minute,"
It was a humid, raucous night from the moment we left Malik’s house. It seemed like everyone was headed in the same direction we were and surprisingly most were. On the weekends Club Risqué
was the place to be. Getting out of the car, our ears were filled by Next's "Too Close"
that played through the speakers inside. We were all at the rightful age to enter, but our youthful appearances got us carded before we were allowed in. We were all dressed our best, and there were females a plenty in the establishment. There were some at the bar, some just hanging back, but most were on the dance floor probably feeling a little poke coming through from the guys they were bumping and grinding with.
I recognized many of our female friends among the crowd, and they had to be some of the prettiest woman on God's green earth. There was Christina, Nicole, Angie, Brenda, Tia - and Candace Jefferson . All the hot females in the room, and yet my brown eyes were stuck on only one of them . . . and that was Candace. She sat the bar holding conversation with Tia and Angie. I liked Candace from the very first time I met her. She had a hard edge to her, but was one of the sweetest people I knew. The edge was because she had vitiligo, so her skin was an array of her natural mocha complexion and the white skin that was a result of her de-pigmentation, (it brought nasty stares from people Candace’s whole life) while the sweetness was Candace just being Candace. Her face had completely lost its true color, but Candace’s angelic face with her brown eyes and cute dimples, that appeared whenever she smiled were ever present.
Candace was a voluptuous, curvaceous beauty with D cup tits and a plump, juicy ass that went on for days, along with short dark brown hair styled like Nia Long's. When Malik asked about trying to get some pussy, I told him it was whatever. Leaving Malik's house, my mindset was that it was alright whether a piece of poontang pie came my way or not. This was actually my first night out in about a month and I just wanted to have some fun, but the truth of the matter was that a brother was fiending for some coochie. I hadn't had sex in about three weeks because how busy my job at Dunkin Donuts
kept me, but after laying eyes on Candace she was my chosen one for tonight. I smiled thinking back to my joke earlier calling us lions on the prowl,
and if we truly were than I'd just found my prey; prey that had my mouth watering and my dick bricking up.
Since it was the summer many of the womenfolk were dressed in the hottest, but most revealing designer clothes. I was all for keeping cool in the summer months, though coming outside with your clothes hanging off you wasn't my idea of keeping cool. A lot of the girls in the club either looked like sluts or looked as if they were trolling for dick with their attire. Staring at Candace however, I got the opposite impression. She was dressed to beat the heat, but her outfit was still respectable. Candace was damn sexy from head to toe this night. She had on black hiking boots a.k.a lesbian
boots, (Candace was no lesbian though), black ripped leggings, a white tank top, a gold beaded necklace, and a black short blazer topping the whole thing off.
"Damn," I said softly, feeling my dick throb in my pants.
"Yo, what're you staring at, bro?!" Malik yelled, from right behind me, over Usher's "Bad Girl"
that just begun to play. “We been here ten minutes and for five of them, you've been staring into space.
"I'm staring at her
," I replied, looking directly at Candace and pointing at the bar.
"You may have set your bar too high wanting to holler at Jasmine, Relle."
"Not Jasmine - Candace
, Malik." I said pointing.
"Oh, okay . . . you've always wanted her. Well, tonight's the perfect night to try to get her."
"I know, so who you trying to get at?" I wanted to know.
Malik turned me around to what was behind me and Malik pointed to our friends Nicole and Brenda dancing seductively in a circle of people, "Nicole's looking mighty fine, but I’m trying to choose between her and Brenda."
I laughed and shook my head, "Knowing you, you’re gonna try and get them both."
"What can I say? I'm a risk taker, Jay."
"Yeah, I know. I just rhymed . . . shut up about it." Malik quickly added.
"Hey, just try not to crash and burn, man." I cautioned. "Who's drinking tonight?"
"Mike’s not drinking, since he’s our ride home and I know you’re just gonna get buzzed, so we’re cool on that front."
Malik went to leave me heading in the direction of Nicole and Brenda, but I stopped him by grabbing his arm.
"Me and Mike are cool, but what about you
?” I asked, dead serious. “Don't get fucking shit-faced tonight, man. Have fun, but don't be a jackass with it, feel me?"
Malik smirked, but he got as serious as I was. "I feel you, Jay. I'll keep it cool."
"Good," I said, letting go of his arm.
"Speaking of good, I can see why you were staring at Candace now."
I smiled, "She's sexy, huh?"
"Yeah . . . and she's coming this way."
With that my best friend hurriedly left my side, and I watched him disappear into the mass of people watching the females that had just started twerking. I instantly got nervous now that Candace was coming my way, but shook it and played it cool staring at the mass of people Malik joined, acting as if I wasn’t just ogling her a minute ago. I knew it was coming, but Candace tapping me on the shoulder made me jump.
"I thought I saw you and Malik come in," she said, from behind.
"What’s up, Candace?" I said, turning around, pulling her into a hug.
"You," She replied, as we separated, giving me a quick once over.
"I see you came out tonight stuntin'," She added, referring to my clothes.
I smiled at her words. "I wouldn't say all that . . . I haven’t been out in awhile and just wanted to look all right."
"Well, trust me . . . you look better than all right
"Thanks, but maybe we should keep this going at the bar 'cause your girls are dazed and confused without you." I joked, spying Tia and Angie pointing and looking around for Candace.
Candace laughed at the sight of them, "I think you're right. C'mon, let's get a drink."
I gave the mass of dancers a last look, before Candace and I headed off to get our drink on. I greeted Tia and Angie with head nods instead of a hello. Tia and Angie were looking pretty good themselves, as well as the female bartender serving us, but my head was only Candace for the night.
"What do you want to drink?" I asked her, as we stood at the bar.
"Um, I'll take a Rum and Coke, please."
"Okay," I said, giving the bartender a smile. "Let me get Rum and Coke and some Vodka and OJ for me."
The bartender smiled, licking her lips, "Anything for you, cutie." Making me blush.
"Aww," Candace cooed. "I see you blushing, Jay. I told you that you were stuntin',"
We didn't even bother to say good-bye to Tia and Angie. I know why I didn't (cause I was stuck on Candace), but when Candace didn't, I knew she was stuck on me too. I smiled to myself as I realized my chances of us screwing were high. With our drinks in hand, we found a table away from all the noise and sat down.
"So, tell me," Candace spoke up. "What have you been up to these days, Relle 'cause we hardly see you on the block?"
"Just working mostly. I work at Dunkin Donuts
, so it keeps me pretty busy,"
"I see, so what finally brought you out to the club tonight?"
I laughed a little, "Malik wouldn't shut up about it, and I got a weekend break from work."
I was about say something when the opening to Michael Jackson's "The Way You Make Me Feel"
roared through the club. I'm a huge Michael Jackson fan, so whenever an MJ song came on I just to bust a move.
I stood up and held out my hand, "C'mon."
"What?" Candace asked, a bit perplexed.
"Come dance with me."
Candace took my hand, and for the next four minutes and fifty-eight seconds the dance floor was ours. Everyone formed a circle around us and enjoyed the show. We danced sensuously with one another, while I threw some of Michael Jackson's dance moves. I hit the spin, the Robot
, hell I even did the Moonwalk
(in sneakers) followed by the Toe Stand
while I watched Candace strut all around me; twisting her hips, grinding in front of me, and popping that big 'ol booty of hers. We got a round of applause as the song ended. We sat back down at the table we were at before, but chilling and talking was the last thing on my mind. The dangerous combination of Candace's beauty and a couple glasses of Vodka only put one thing on my mind, which was sex. I wanted to take Candace somewhere and lay her body down. I wanted to stare at her body while she was naked, make her pussy bloom with my tongue, and hear her scream in ecstasy as I took her from behind. We weren't shit-faced, but we were good and tipsy.
"So . . . what's up now, Jay?" Candace slurred.
I heard my friend's words, but just stared at her, admiring her sexiness. I took a second to gather myself and bit my bottom lip at her.
"Why don't we get out of here, make some of our own fun
?" I suggested, and Candace caught my meaning.
Candace playfully pushed me, "We're both kind of fucked up, so we can't drive, boy."
I laughed, "I know that
. . . that's why I got Mike to drive. Give me a second."
I pulled out my cell phone, dialed Mike's number, and after a quick conversation he was at our table ready to take us home. Mike then dialed our entourage, as well as Candace's so everyone was in the know about us leaving.
"Where am I taking y'all?" Mike asked, as we piled into his car.
"Um . . . Malik's house, Mike. No duh," I slurred.
"Yeah, we're going to Malik's house, Mike." Candace loudly co-signed as we hit the road.
The entire ride to my house was full on make out session between Candace, and I. We each were feeling the other in our sober state, but now that we were intoxicated neither of us could deny the attraction we shared anymore. Drunk it was undeniable. My hands roamed over Candace's breasts and booty while her hand rubbed on my dick, as we kissed passionately. We were so into one another that we didn't even notice when we got to Malik's house. Mike helped us both inside, but took my house keys to make sure we didn't go back outside in our current state. I knew he was just looking out for us, but by our actions in the car he had to know that we most definitely wouldn't be coming back outside. We lay in Malik's guest bedroom, which was basically my room for all intensive purposes, and as soon as Mike closed the door we got right to work fulfilling the purpose for being there.
We kissed, fondled, caressed, and in a matter of seconds we were both naked. Candace's double Ds were the first thing on my sexual hit list, as they'd been calling my name for the longest. I attacked them with my lips and tongue; licking, biting, and sucking on her nipples until they pointed to the ceiling. Quickly though I found myself in one of my favorite places; between a females thighs. I loved eating pussy, and so far in my life never had a complaint about my head game, so I knew I was good at it. I smiled, pushing Candace's legs up, her clit just begging to be licked. My tongue lashed the center of Candace's slit, causing her to shake and moan. She tasted so good, as I lapped up her love juices. Candace was wet and ready and we hadn't even truly begun.
"Damn, you taste good," I whispered, before lashing her womanhood more and more.
"Oooooh, baby, don't stop," she whimpered, as I focused on her clit.
"You like that?" I teased.
"Yes!" she squealed, as I flicked my tongue across her clit even faster. "Ooooooh, yes. Don't stop, Jay. Don't stop."
The faster I licked, the wetter Candace got and I know it was only a matter of time before she came. While sucking on her clit, I took two fingers and placed them in her warm honey pot. The one-two punch of my tongue and fingers caused Candace's dam to break, her juices pouring out like a river.
"Oooh shit, I'm cumming! Oooh, baby, I'm cumming." She screamed, bouncing up and down, cumming all over my mouth and chin.
I loved watching a woman climax and Candace was no exception. Licking my lips, I wiped my mouth and made my way back up.
"I've been thinking about this since I saw in the club tonight," I confessed, sliding my dick into her vajayjay.
As soon as I entered her, Candace's thighs began to shake. All eight inches of my thickness filled her insides. She yelped at my entrance, but fell right in line, creating an amazing rhythm. Intertwining my fingers with hers, I roughly stroked her middle and Candace's body quaked with each thrust.
"Y- -Yeah, give to me, boy. Give me all that dick," Candace moaned, as her eyes curled back.
I smiled at this, because I knew I was giving it to my friend just right
. My tongue slipped into her mouth, as I quickened my pace. Candace gave a few stifled moans, as I pounded in and out, thrusting my hips from side to side. I was stroking her so hard that I hit bottom more than once. I surprised Candace by pulling out, but before she could say a word I flipped her over onto her stomach. I eyed her pussy from behind and loved the visual. Candace's love tunnel was wet and creamy and she was still begging for more of my dick.
"Ahh," she moaned with a gasp, as I pushed back inside.
I fucked Candace from behind, slamming my dick in her rough and hard. Candace surprised me this time as she took it in stride, liking my new found aggression. The harder I nailed her, the louder her moaning became. We were going so hard that the headboard smashed against the wall over and over, that in my drunken state I worried that the bed was going to collapse from underneath us.
"Fuck me, Relle!" Candace screamed, as I continued to bone her.
The sex was real heated and we both liked it this way. I stopped my stroke to put Candace on her hands and knees and went back to our drunken lust session. Plowing into Candace as hard as possible, I grabbed a hand full of her hair and yanked her head back while starting to talk dirty.
"Mmmm . . . you like how I'm hitting this pussy?" I moaned in her ear.
"Oooh yes! I like it, boo . . ." Candace replied, backing her pussy onto me. "Damn, you're hitting my spot, baby. Fuck,"
"You want me to keep hitting it? Yes or no?" I asked, daring her to say anything, but yes.
"Yes, yes!" Keep going. Get this pussy, boy. Get it, oooh get it!"
"Mmhm . . . you're gonna cum for me, Candace?" I moaned, feeling my nut at the tip of my dick.
"Yes, oh yes! I'll cum for you. This shit feels so good. Oooh . . . yes . . . ahh . . . I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Candace shrieked, as her body and she came all over me.
"Fuck!" I shouted at the same time, filling her with a long, hard nut.
I leaned forward, taking Candace's breasts in my hands as we fell limp on the bed in a hot, sweaty, and sated heap. I reached up, turning on the air conditioner over my bed. We both breathed in and out slowly, trying to steady our breathing. No words needed to be said, as we each got what we wanted; a fun night and a great fuck. Moments later, we breathed normally as we kissed and cuddled under the AC, letting it cool us down after our scorching hot encounter. Falling asleep in Candace's arms, all I knew was that Malik was in for a surprise if he peeked into my room (and I knew he would) when he came home.
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