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  “That’s absolutely perfect!” Just like the fine man sitting across from you, I thought.

  “Take care,” Kevin said.

  “You, too.”

  I turned and walked slowly away. My panties were soaking wet. I swear that I had an orgasm, from merely looking at the man.

  For the next few days, I was a madwoman. I was searching the Internet trying to find out anything I could about Kevin Nelson. His photo and brief bio were on the university site but that was not enough for me. It stated that he was originally from Tennessee and had gone to college in Maine. Maine! Did they even have black people in Maine?

  Monday could not get here fast enough for me. Hope was out of town for the weekend. She decided to ride with one of our dorm mates, Janice, to Hampton University to see her boyfriend. Hope was not slick. I knew that she had her eye on some dude at the same school but she denied it. My sister was not about to spend five seconds as the third wheel, rather less a couple of days. She craved attention way too much. That was one of the reasons she was such a label whore.

  I lurked around the dorm that weekend, constantly masturbating and fantasizing about Kevin. I had no clue about his situation. He could have been married, shacking up, or even gay. None of that changed the fact that he was heavy on my mind. I had invented such a buildup in my mind about the man that he would have to be the fuck of the century to live up to it.

  I did not mention my infatuation to Hope. She would have been relentless in her teasing. I was always the calm and collected twin. There was never a man that I could not take or leave…until then.

  On Monday, I waited until about eleven a.m. before I headed over to the administration building. I had attended my two morning classes and was freed up until around two. I went to Mr. Jones’ office first and his secretary handed me a brown clasp envelope with the letter of recommendation in it. When I got back out into the hallway, I paced back and forth for a couple of minutes before I sucked in a deep breath and headed to the other end to Kevin’s office.

  The outer office was empty. His secretary must have stepped out. Good, because I did not really have a plan of action in place and might have sounded like a fool or stuttered or something. I inched my way toward the open door to his inner office and I could hear him on the phone.

  I started to back away but then I heard him say, “Yes? Can I help you?”

  He must have seen my shadow. Shit!

  I stepped forward and waved, like a silly little schoolgirl waving to her father on the first day of kindergarten as he drove away in the family station wagon.

  He had the receiver of the phone covered up with one hand. “I’ll be right with you, Faith.”

  Damn, he remembers my name! I thought before blushing.

  He motioned me toward one of the leather wing chairs on the visitors’ side of his desk. I sat down and crossed my legs. I had spent a lot of time making sure that my skin was silky smooth and had even put on one of Hope’s designer casual dresses. Might as well make some good use out of her clothes, instead of her wasting them on little boys.

  “How about next Wednesday at seven?” he inquired of someone on the phone. “We can meet at Posh.” He paused. “Yes, right over on Eleventh Street, across from the Hyatt.” He winked at me. I melted. “Great. See you then, Gary.”

  He hung up. “Sorry about that. Gary’s a friend from college. We haven’t seen each other in ages and he’s in town for a few weeks on a contract job.”

  “I should be the one apologizing. I interrupted your phone conversation.”

  We sat there, grinning at each other, speaking with our eyes instead of with words. I could tell he wanted me. No, sir, this was not a gay man in front of me.

  “So what brings you here?” he asked. “I must admit, I cannot imagine a more pleasant interruption.”

  “Not to get into your business, but Posh is a great restaurant. Have you tried their shrimp and grits?”

  “No, I haven’t. I usually get the salmon but since you suggested it, I will definitely be getting that when I meet Gary.”

  I did not want to be embarrassed by him having to ask me again why I was there, and I could not come up with anything that made sense…other than the truth. Shit, I was Soror Ride ’em High and I was acting like a virgin.

  “Mr. Nelson, um…”

  “Kevin. Call me Kevin, Faith.”

  “Kevin, can I be honest with you?”

  He chuckled. “I believe most people prefer honesty over deception.”

  I laughed uneasily.

  “What’s on your mind, young lady?”

  When he called me “young lady,” I was thrown for a loop. Did the comment mean that he thought of me as a child?

  “I’m not that young,” I informed him. “I’m a senior. I’ll be twenty-two in a few months.”

  “And I’ll be forty-five in March,” he said. “Since I’m more than twice your age, that would make you young in my eyes.”

  “What about in your bed?” I blurted out.

  A wide grin spread across his face.

  I hopped up out of the seat. “I shouldn’t have said that. I was out of line. Please pretend like it never happened.”

  Before I could get to the door, he reached over me and closed it. “Don’t run off,” he whispered as he towered over me. “What if I don’t want to pretend it never happened?”

  I turned and looked up at him—way up at him. “How tall are you, Kevin?”

  “Six-eight.”

  “Damn!”

  “How tall are you?” he asked me.

  “Five-two.”

  “I like short women. They are easier to toss around and assume the position.”

  I ran my fingers over his belt buckle and then up his chest.

  “And what position might that be?”

  “Um, let’s see. There’s the pile driver, the sitting bull, the twister, the deep impact, the mirror of pleasure and the bumper cars.”

  “Shit, you sound like you’re on top of your game.”

  “There’s no substitute for experience,” he reminded me.

  “So they say.” I glanced at the doorknob. “Does this thing lock?” I asked.

  He locked the door and took a step back. “What’s on your mind?”

  “I realize that you’re more experienced than me.” I decided to give him credit; even though that was debatable. He may have been much older but not many women my age were members of Alpha Phi Fuckem. I was intrigued by the positions he mentioned and definitely planned to look those bad boys up as soon as I got back to my dorm. “But,” I continued, “I know a trick or two myself.”

  “Really?”

  “Oh, yes.” I started unbuckling his belt. “I bet you have a monstrosity in your pants.”

  “It’s bigger than most; surely smaller than some.” Kevin ran his fingers through my hair. “You want to see it?”

  “I’m going to see it.” I got his belt undone and then I started working on the button of his pants and the zipper. “And then I’m going to taste it.”

  “I taste good,” he informed me.

  “Let me be the judge of that.”

  When I lowered his pants and black boxers, I was pleasantly surprised. I knew his dick would be living large but it was also beautiful…if there could ever be such a thing as a beautiful dick.

  “Take off your shoes and get your pants all the way off,” I told him.

  “My secretary will be back in about thirty minutes.”

  “Trust, you could never handle thirty minutes of head from me.” I giggled. “I suck a mean dick.”

  The fact that he was tall made it so much easier for me to jackhammer his ass.

  I got down on the floor and sat on my behind with my knees up, then scooted back toward him, facing away from him. “Spread your legs, Kevin,” I instructed him.

  Once he did, I leaned my head back and pulled his semi-hard dick into my mouth. He immediately got the point and started flexing his legs, moving up and down until we
both caught a rhythm. My nose was buried in his balls and I inhaled his scent. Damn, a beautiful dick and sweet balls. I was dick-whipped and he hadn’t even fucked me yet.

  I used one hand to guide his dick in and out of my mouth and the other to play with his anus. He had no problem with it, so I stuck my index finger inside and started moving it back and forth.

  “Oh shit!” he said, almost in a whimper. “You’re going to make me cum!”

  I almost choked as I held back a laugh. Imagine, he had thought thirty minutes would not be enough time for me to get him off. I took his dick out for a minute and started pulling on his testicles with my mouth, popping them in and out of my cheeks like gumballs. When he moaned and shivered, I returned to the dick.

  Three or four minutes later, he was shooting a full load. I moved away right on time because a swallower I was not. Not unless I was in a monogamous relationship and that had never really happened. His semen splattered all over the carpet and he collapsed back in a chair.

  I got on my knees and licked the sides of his dick as he tried to regain his composure. He started running his fingers through my hair again.

  “That was a nice appetizer,” I whispered. “When can I enjoy the main course?”

  “Whenever you want,” he replied. “But not here. What we did was a foolish, foolish thing.”

  “Did you enjoy it?” I made eye contact with him while I played with the remaining sperm on the tip of his dick with my fingers.

  “I loved it!”

  “Then what’s done is done.” I got up. “But I agree. We can’t fuck in here.” I took a sticky note off his desk and grabbed a pen and wrote down my cell number. “Here’s my number. Call me tonight, if that’s cool.”

  “What time tonight?” Kevin asked.

  “I have to do a study lab but I’m free any time after ten.”

  “Forget about calling you. Let’s make plans now.”

  I blushed. I couldn’t wait to lay it on him. “Sure.”

  “Meet me at eleven, in front of the library. I’ll be in a black Mercedes.”

  I caressed his fine-ass face and then kissed him on the forehead. “Eleven. Library. Black Mercedes. Big black dick. Got it.”

  He laughed. “You are something else.”

  “Kevin, you have not seen a damn thing yet. I’m going to be ready for you tonight. Looking good. Smelling good. I want to know what that damn deep impact is all about. If it is anywhere near as catastrophic as the movie, I might not be able to walk tomorrow.”

  He grinned and slapped me on the ass as I walked toward the door.

  “Shit, I may be the one not able to walk tomorrow,” he said.

  I decided to wink at him for a change as I exited the door. I was anxious to see what his dick action was really like. Eleven o’clock could not get there fast enough for me.

  HOPE

  Faith was up to something. I had no idea what it was, and that was the part that disturbed me. She was obviously fucking someone but it was some sort of top secret, covert type of shit. She never said she was fucking but, like always, I could feel it in my cooch, just like she knew when I was getting busy.

  Whoever the dude was, my twin was smiling, and I had not seen her so damn happy in a long time. She would leave out late at night and come back way over in the morning, claiming to have been pulling all-nighters in the engineering building. Granted, chemical engineering was no major to laugh at but I was nobody’s fool. I could not get too mad. I was fucking Nick at Hampton and had not told Faith. There was no reasoning behind it. Simply never felt like discussing it. I’m sure she knew that I was not making road trips with Janice for no reason. Janice and I were cool but not that damn cool. There was no way that I was going to ride in a car for hours and not get some dick when I arrived.

  I was at Dante’s Peak one night, chilling at the bar, when the strangest—most wonderful—thing happened. This tall, handsome drink of water walked up behind me, grabbed me around the waist and whispered, “I want you.”

  I turned around and stared at him. He winked and I grinned. He was a giant. Fine as shit.

  “Do I know you?” I asked. There was no chance of my ever forgetting his face…or his body.

  He chuckled. Then he repeated himself and said, “I want you.”

  “Well, I might want you, too.” I decided to play along. My pussy was pulsating to the bass of the music and I was down for some freaky business. It had been a minute since I had engaged in a one-night stand, outside of APF freak nights, of course.

  He took my hand and led me from the bar upstairs to the VIP section where they had private alcoves with booths in them.

  “I missed you,” he said to me before burying his tongue in my mouth.

  Shit, what was a girl to do, except reciprocate?

  We kissed for a few moments. His tongue was long and thick and I wondered what it would feel like buried inside my pussy. Closed mouths don’t get fed. In that particular case, eaten, so I went for it.

  I ended the kiss, gazed into his eyes, and said, “Lick my pussy.”

  People were walking past the booth but they either did not notice or did not care. Everyone knew that Dante’s Peak was a bona fide fuck spot.

  “Gladly,” he replied.

  I decided to get super freaky and pulled my dress up around my waist, then sat down on the bench in the booth, lay back and raised my legs all the way up so that my ankles were on either side of my head. He got on his knees behind me and held my ass up with one hand and moved the crotch of my red lace thongs to the side with the other one. Then he commenced to eating his pie in the sky. Let’s just say the brother had a serious sweet tooth.

  I could see people staring then. Stopping in their tracks and gazing on in amazement. There we were, with my pussy up in the air and him going to town on it. My kind of man.

  Finally a bouncer came over to the booth and told us we had to “stop that shit or get out.”

  We did both. Before ten minutes had expired, we were fucking like crazy in his black Mercedes. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered to me again.

  I eased off of riding him for a second and gazed into his eyes. “Why do you keep saying that?”

  “Because I have missed you, Faith.”

  When he said Faith’s name, my mouth fell open. He started kissing me on my neck and driving his dick up into me further and further. I was speechless.

  I realize that I should have stopped right then. I should have told him that I was really Hope and that there had been a serious mistake. But then what? What was I supposed to do? Go back to the dorm and tell my twin sister that I had fucked her man? That he had eaten me out in a nightclub in front of a bunch of people? Tell him that I was not Faith and let him go tell her that I played some sort of trick on him? I knew nothing about the character of this man. All I knew is that he could damn near suck the ovaries out of a pussy and he had a big dick. But he seemed to be sincere about missing my sister.

  All I could think was damn, damn, damn, and the worst part was that I finished fucking him in his car…and it felt good. Afterward, I was about to get out of the car but he grabbed my wrist.

  “I’ll take you back to the dorm.”

  “I have the Hummer,” I said.

  “Oh, okay, I thought your sister drove it most of the time.”

  I stared at him. “She does…most of the time, but I have it tonight.”

  “I didn’t realize you hung out here. Or that you went clubbing at all.”

  Great! Now he wanted to play Twenty Questions!

  I did not respond. Just shrugged. “I’ll catch you later.”

  “When?” he asked.

  “Call me tomorrow.” Common sense told me that he had Faith’s number since he knew so much about me cruising in the SUV and her being a dorm rat.

  “You need a ride to your vehicle?”

  “No, I’m straight,” I said.

  I got out and walked away swiftly. I could feel his eyes on my back. All I could do from t
hat point was pray for a miracle. That he would not mention what happened that night in some form of remembrance with Faith, about the bomb-ass oral sex in the club and the sex in the car. If he had been fucking my sister, how could he not tell the difference? Granted, we looked alike, we could tell when the other was fucking, but was it possible for us to have the same exact pussy? For us to taste the same? The truly fucked-up part was that I didn’t even know the man’s name.

  FAITH

  Kevin and I had been seeing each other for about two months, unbeknownst to anyone else. I planned to keep it that way. I was not ashamed of the fact that we were dating. It was more like I had no idea where it was headed. He had two sons around my age. One was in the Navy and married with two children and the other one was working on his masters in California. He had divorced their mother seven years into the marriage but had remained a devoted father. She had apparently cheated on him with one of his best friends and was also suffering from manic depression. Of course, all of this was his side of the story. There are always the proverbial three sides: his side, her side and the truth.

  I did know that he talked to his sons. They would call him at various times when we were together. Their names were Decha and Geechi, as his ex-wife was African and had chosen the names. He would always tell either one that he loved them before they got off the phone. That in itself earned him brownie points with me. Any man who could express love so openly and freely to two other grown men would surely express it daily to the love of his life. Part of me wanted to be that love. The other part, I had to admit, was a tiny bit apprehensive about what my parents would think. Kevin was only three years younger than our father. Even though I was a grown-ass woman, Daddy would surely label Kevin as a pedophile and accuse him of taking advantage of his innocent daughter. I was as far from innocent as they came.

  Kevin would often cook for me at his house. He had a quaint little brick house on Capitol Hill with a great view of many D.C. landmarks. Often we would walk around the Reflecting Pool, holding hands and talking about life. There was much wisdom to be gained from him and I could appreciate that. What I appreciated even more was the way he laid his hands on me. Sex with Kevin was nothing short of incredible. Sometimes he was inside of me within minutes and other times he would take his time with me, and slowly satisfy and pay attention to every inch of my being.