Love To Luv (4 page)

             
After a minute I pick up my rhythm and start pumping my dick in and out of you with deep, long, steady rhythmic strokes.

             
The pleasure sounds of your moans are exciting me more, including the musky sweet scent of our sex and scented candles that are lingering in the air.

             
At this moment, I am slamming my dick in and out of your parted ass. I am enjoying the sight of your tight asshole grip my dick as I pump it in and out of you.

             
As I begin to sweat I lean over your back and
gyrate
my dick deep inside of you.  I want to allow you to feel me in the pit of your stomach. I can’t hold back any longer so I bust hard into the condom.

             
I withdraw from you and your asshole is gapped open wide. I can’t resist the urge to eat you out again as my dick get hard and ready for round 2 (smile).

             
I could’ve written it better with more details but there’s no need because I am saving the best for last. Moreover if I tell you everything then there won’t be any surprises. In any event, I just wanted to give you a sample. But I assure you that it will be 15 times better live.

             
             
             
             
    Anyway, hugs & smiles. You boy always . . .

             
             
Ky

             
So my last letter put some things into your mind, huh? I hope it was good things. You mentioned that you pussy is mine. That’s what I want to hear. Believe me, I can’t wait to lube that tight pussy up and slide this hard black dick deep inside you. I don’t want to discourage you but I am going to dig your back out something proper. You’re talking about you hate to ride. Well . . . you better start liking it because you’re going to ride every inch of this dick and love it.

             
I hope you’re not shy when it comes to giving head. You already know I anticipate you warm wet mouth on this dick. I don’t want to be teased. When you suck this dick, I want you to make me bust off.

             
As for your statement of you not being a sissy or flaming man, I never said that you was. You were born a man. I respect you as a man and will always treat you like a man in the presence of social company and public eyes. However when we’re getting our freak on (intimate moments) you would be my bitch (no disrespect). But when I am piping you out or getting some head by you, those would be special moments. I will see you as my “
shorty
” because I am not attracted to men.

             
So during our intimate moments you would be all woman. When we are not intimate we would be homeboys again. In any event, you know this dick is yours.

             
And with that said I surely hope you would be good to the dick. I can’t wait to taste that pussy. When I pull out of you, I want you to spread your ass cheeks apart for me so I can see that tight asshole gaped open. I would then spit into your gaping hole before I eat that pussy out. In other words I am going to really turn your ass out (smile).

             
Anyway I don’t want to get you too hot so I am going to close with a hard dick, hug and smile. Your boy

Always

Ky

             
It is the third day of school. Teddy was sitting in Ms.
Welton’s
class tapping his pen on the desk and gazing out of the window. Ms.
Welton
was helping another student but the tapping caught her attention. She walked over to him. She stood on the side of him for a moment. Then she placed her hand on his pen and knelt down beside his desk. It scared Teddy.

TEDDY

Ms.
Welton
you scared me.

MS. WELTON

I was wondering if you were going to stay outside or finish your work. You look like you where in deep thought.

TEDDY (with a half smile)

I was thinking about home. Plus there is …..

The bell began to ring for everyone to go to their fourth period. It was Ms.
Welton’s
planning period. She suggested that Teddy stay to talk with her. She explained to him that she would write him an excuse for his next class.

             
Teddy told Ms.
Welton
that he missed Colorado, his old friends, and especially his mother.
Teddy’s parents’ divorce because of his mother’s drug addiction.
She had been through rehab several times. There was no convincing her that her family needed her.

             
Ms.
Welton
was wondering if there was anything else that Teddy may have been thinking about. He mentioned his friends that he has met on the first day of school. He stated that they had classes together but only one class with him.

TEDDY

Ms.
Welton
I want my schedule changed. I am tired of being labeled
SpEd
. People are trying to crack jokes. I don’t want to lose my temper and hit someone in their mouth.

MS. WELTON

Now Teddy, I don’t want you to do that either. But you are not labeled. You received a service that helps you be more successful in school.

TEDDY

That is not what other students see. They see me coming in here and it pisses me off.

MS. WELTON

Let me ask you this. Do you think that the extra tutoring is helping you in your subjects?

TEDDY

Yes ma’am. You see I have a problem with comprehending a lot of things that I read. Math is my favorite subject. I have a B average in it. But have a lot of questions that ask how to solve the problems instead of working it out. I would rather work it out.

MS. WELTON

What about
your
other subjects?

TEDDY

Chemistry is cool. Mr.
Gulledge
lets us work with different chemicals. History is ok. I don’t like the reading that we have to do.

MS. WELTON

Well that is what this class is for. To help you learn skills and strategies to comprehend what you are reading.

TEDDY

Can I do it in another room instead of coming here? I don’t have anything against you but I don’t like being teased.

MS. WELTON

Well Teddy if you want your dad to come and talk to me about changing your schedule we will look into it. Ok?

TEDDY

Ok.

MS. WELTON

Is there anything else?

TEDDY

No ma’am.

MS. WELTON

Ok. Well let me write you an excuse.

________________

Monique and Ian are in the library preparing for an Advance Placement course. Monique tells Ian that she final confirmed the rooms for this weekend road trip. Ian was wondering if they should go at all because Monique’s father was going to be in New York. Monique assured him that everything would be alright.

IAN

Man I don’t know. I told you this the other night.

MONIQUE

I told you Pop said that we could go.

IAN

But that was when he was going to be in town. I don’t think that he has thought about it.

MONIQUE

Yes he has. He would have told me not to. Aunt
Ree
is going to be at the house so if anything happens I can just call her.

IAN

Well if you say so.

MONIQUE

I am thinking about asking Teddy to go with us.

IAN

I knew that you were sweet on him.

MONIQUE

Boy please
. He is just a cool guy.

IAN

So why are you turning red and pulling your ear?

MONIQUE

Damn it is hot in here plus my ear itch.

IAN

Liar, liar pants on fire.

MONIQUE (laughing)

You call yourself a senior.

Monique and Ian found the books that they were looking for and went to a table to begin their research.

             
Ian felt a vibration from his cell phone. He took it from the clip and saw that he had a text message from Jeremy.

“Is it ok if I spend the night at your house? ~J/Rock”

Ian texted him back….
“
Yeah sure.
I will text my mom to let her know that you are coming”.

Ian knew that his mother would not have a problem with Jeremy spending the night.

IAN

Since we are still going to Nashville tomorrow…can I invite Jeremy to join us? I will need someone to talk to while you are with Teddy.

MONIQUE

Yeah sure but I am asking Teddy to come only because he is new here and I am trying to be nice.

IAN

Ok N_I_C_E.

Monique was going to her car when Teddy raced and yelled out to her. She turned around and that is when her girlish smile came on her face. He offered to carry her backpack. She politely gave it to him.

MONIQUE

Listen, we are going to Nashville this weekend, would you like to go? We are leaving in the morning.

TEDDY

Yeah man. I will ask my dad to be for sure. What are you going for?

MONIQUE

Just going to tour Fisk University, do a little shopping, maybe a little site seeing.

TEDDY

Sounds like a winner.

I was about to start my morning jog when Aunt Aretha arrived. I was a bit surprised to see her at 5:45 a.m. I finished lacing my shoes as Aunt Aretha got out of her Lexus RX Hybrid. I raced to hug her and give her a kiss on the cheek. 

JACOB

Good morning Auntie.

ARETHA

Hey Papadopoulos.
I see that you are about to go for your run. Baby, just get you a treadmill or go to the gym.

JACOB

Auntie I have a gym membership. Running in the morning air is exhilarating to me.

ARETHA

I guess. Where is Monique?

JACOB

She is still in the bed. She usually
get
up about six or six-thirty. I will need you to drop me off at airport when I finish my run.

ARETHA

Ok. Well I am going to unpack while you continue to get fit.

I started my run as Aunt Aretha got her luggage out of her SUV. She was humming Diana Ross’ “
Touch Me in
The
Morning”
as she entered the last bedroom on the right and tossed her luggage on the bed.

             
Monique was in her bathroom curling her hair when she heard Aretha. She went out into the hall to see who it was because she knew that I had left for my morning run.

             
When she saw that it was her Aunt Aretha she quickly gave her a hug. Aretha embraced Monique as tight as she could. They enjoyed seeing each other. Aretha helped Jacob rear Monique when they moved back to Mississippi.

MONIQUE

How are you doing Auntie?

ARETHA

I am good Monique. How are you? How is school going?

MONIQUE

I am great and so is school.

ARETHA

Good. Good. So have you decided on a college yet?

MONIQUE

I am narrowing it down. You know
Pop
wants me to go to Alcorn but I just can’t do it. There is
Spelman
and University of West Alabama. Some friends and I are going to Nashville this weekend to tour Fisk.

ARETHA

So this is a school trip?

MONIQUE

Yes ma’am.

ARETHA

Who all are going?

MONIQUE

Just Ian, Jeremy, a new student Teddy and me.

ARETHA

Wait a minute sugar.
You and three boys.
I thought you said this was a school trip.