Zane's Z-Rated: Chocolate Flava 3 (6 page)

“And?”

“Well, your legs; they’re soft.”

Adrienne felt her confidence returning. “Weren’t they always?”

“Yes, they were.”

Adrienne could have left it at that, could have left the conversation right there, but she didn’t.

Instead, she leaned back in the comfortable leather seat and let her dress rise farther up her smooth, mocha thighs.

Let him have a look at that.

Leroy glanced at her legs and stared at her.

He turned his car into her driveway.

It took a minute for Adrienne to get out. She had to readjust her dress, but she soon gathered her bearings and opened the car door.

She said, “Good night, Leroy,” as nonchalantly as she could muster.

But Leroy didn’t say good night back. In fact, he didn’t say anything at all.

Instead, Leroy got out of the car, leaving the engine running. He looked at the house, hands in his pockets. “Did you get new shutters?”

“Yes, along with a new roof and storm windows.”

Adrienne knew stalling when she heard it.

Leroy nodded slowly. “And that dress. Is that new?”

“Yes, Leroy, it’s new. As if you’d be able to remember it if it wasn’t.”

There was nothing stopping Adrienne from going inside the house, nothing at all, except Leroy pulled her into his arms and held her tight.

Of course, Adrienne wouldn’t have had to wiggle much to break free, but she didn’t. She stood there and let him pull her to him.

Leroy leaned against the front of the car, pulling Adrienne along with him. Her back rested on his chest.

Leroy spoke softly in her ear. “Didn’t it strike you as odd that I was sitting in one of the snazziest places in Chicago and I was all by myself?”

Adrienne nodded slowly. “
You
had a date?”

“You got it,” Leroy said.

“And she cancelled.” It was a statement rather than a question.

“No, she came.” He cleared his throat. “Came and left.”

He laughed that throaty laugh of his.

Adrienne laughed, too. “Well, now I don’t feel so bad.” And that was when she chose to whisper, almost into the night, “I was going to fuck him after dinner. I was going to fuck him good, too.”

Her spontaneous truth caused Leroy’s dick to rise against her ass.

It was an Adrienne that she was sure Leroy wasn’t familiar with; raw and up-front, no holds barred.

“I was planning on getting lucky, too,” Leroy said. “It was supposed to be a ‘no-strings’ type thing with a lady I met a couple of weeks ago.”

“I think my date got scared,” Adrienne said.

“I think mine did, too,” Leroy added, his head nodding.

“But I’m not scared.” Adrienne’s voice was soft and raspy now, so much that she barely recognized it.

“I’m not scared either, Adrienne.”

“No strings?” Adrienne asked.

“None whatsoever.”

Adrienne began to grind against Leroy’s stiffness.

Had he ever been this hard before? Even when they were newlyweds in their twenties, he was always so frisky and she was always so ready.

Leroy lifted Adrienne’s dress and pushed aside her panties with his fingers.

She was alarmed at her own wetness, but she welcomed it. And at this moment, she didn’t need more than Leroy’s fingers … didn’t ask for more than him working them in and out of her warm, wet pussy.

Adrienne’s eyes were half-closed, her back arched while Leroy explored her.

He finger-fucked her with one finger, then two, and finally three. And just when Adrienne was close, when she was sure she would come right there, Leroy gently moved her aside, adjusting their positions.

He reached around and squeezed her breasts and nipples that were now hard and pressing against the thin material of her dress.

She heard Leroy unzip his pants, heard him fumbling to set himself free from his boxers.

Her dress was up over her hips, her ass exposed to the night. Leroy slipped inside her easily. Adrienne was reintroduced to the generous length and girth of his dick as he started fucking her slowly, steadily, right there in her driveway, bent over his Cadillac.

Adrienne’s mouth hung open; words caught in her throat that couldn’t escape because she was so enraptured.

She planted her sharp heels firmly against the concrete to maintain her balance as Leroy pushed against her, filling her with the sweet thickness that was his dick.

The hood of the car was warm against her breasts; the vibration of the humming engine caused her body to tremble.

The crisp September night air rested on Adrienne’s bare brown ass and legs, but Leroy kept her warm.

Adrienne liked that she couldn’t see him; that every move took her by surprise.

Was he going to move this way or that? Was he going to kiss her neck or reach around and fondle her breasts some more?

Leroy’s fingers lightly brushed the side of her face and Adrienne took one in her mouth and sucked gently.

He moaned.

Always a man with a bag of many tricks, Leroy turned her over then and lifted her legs so that they rested on his hips. He hovered over her and slipped inside her deep.

Fucking him this way had always been more intense and Adrienne kept her eyes on Leroy’s face. She watched the many ways his expression changed as he fucked her, the look of ecstasy washing over him.

Looking into his eyes, Adrienne knew Leroy was going to come soon, but she also knew that her ex-husband would never let his go until she exploded first.

And explode Adrienne did, coming so hard that her stomach tightened and her thighs trembled relentlessly as she gripped them tighter against his hips.

Leroy pulled out seconds before he came, leaving Adrienne dangling somewhere between passion and exhaustion. He finished himself off with his hand and squirted the result of their coupling on her exposed pussy.

His come was hot against her skin.

Adrienne’s breathing came fast and heavy.

Leroy helped her off the hood of the car and onto her feet. She straightened her dress while he zipped his fly.

They exchanged their good-byes with a quick kiss on the lips, Adrienne going inside her house, Leroy backing slowly out of her driveway.

• • •

It was past one in the morning and Adrienne was lying on the bed, naked, when her phone began to vibrate on the nightstand. She hadn’t bothered to turn it off.

When she picked it up, a text message from Darrell crossed the screen.

Got caught up in a meeting at work and couldn’t call. Sure sorry I missed you.

It almost made her smile. Almost made her want to slide up her phone and type back the words
I’m sorry, too
…

Almost.

But she put the phone down.

Placed her hands behind her head and stretched.

Darrell had missed his chance. She’d call him in the morning and tell him all about it.

Then she’d call Leroy and ask him over for breakfast.

And maybe, if she chose to, they would do it all over again.

Patt Mihailoff

It was a summer day that started off brutally hot and extended into a steamy, irritating afternoon that ended in a white-hot night.

Jaleel, or Jai as he liked to be called, watched Nyrah Manning with annoyance as she moved her sometimes jiggly, sometimes not, body around the dugout—talking to, but most often yelling at, a youngster preparing to go out onto the field. If he was to go for a heavy-breasted sort of woman, his tastes leaned more in the line of Star Jones
after
the surgery.

Jaleel wasn’t happy that, in the interest of political correctness, Nyrah had been chosen as the assistant coach of the Haverford Middle League alongside him. They were always butting heads about who had the best strategy on the game or what position a certain kid should or should not play. Now the team was vying for the state championship, and he did not want to hear anything from this mouthy bitch.

It was the third inning and the bases were loaded. Jai whistled and called out encouragement to his team, noticing that Nyrah glared back at him as though he was disturbing their brooding concentration.

A loud pop sent the ball flying through the air. Everyone was cheering as the fleet-footed youngster ran around the bases. Jai had been watching a series of approaching clouds and hoped that
any rain would hold off until the game was over. No such luck! A large, angry, gray cloud rushed in and let go a downpour so swift and so hard that they all grabbed as much gear as they could and ran for cover under the dugout.

With two teams and a bevy of sideliners who hadn’t made it to their cars huddled in, everyone was scrunched together in soaked clothing, pushing back as even more teammates and parents rushed in.

Jai found himself right behind Nyrah and raised his eyes upward with exasperation. He hoped she wouldn’t turn and begin castigating him, in front of everyone, about what
she
thought proper Little League protocol was.
Bitch!
he thought unkindly.

Nyrah chastised two boys who were trying to shove each other out into the downpour.

“Stop it, you knuckleheads!” she said, leaning forward to tap them both on the shoulder.

Her ample backside rubbed ever so slightly against Jai’s middle and he tried to move back, but there was nowhere to go because he was already flat against the back wall.

“I said, stop it right now!” she yelled.

But the boys continued laughing and shoving each other and, when she leaned over farther to try to separate them, her plump ass rubbed right into Jai’s crotch.

Shit!
he thought and willed himself
not
to have an erection. He kept thinking that even if it did happen, it would have less to do with her, and more with his need for the sex he wasn’t getting lately.
Think about something else! Worms, dogs, ice cream.
It wasn’t working. Worms were long and squiggly, dogs were in heat, and ice cream was thick and creamy just like …

He shook his head to clear it of the sexual comparisons and
tried to think of less tempting things. But that ol’ sex goddess tramp, Venus, was in a teasing mood and his dick leapt to full and solid attention. He didn’t move but his cock twitched like it was palsied against the softness of her ass cheeks. As much as he didn’t care for the brassy woman, he had to admit this didn’t feel half-bad. He saw her stand up ramrod straight, but she didn’t turn around. He could only imagine the shock that must have been on her face. After all, they really
didn’t
like each other and their only interaction had been arguing over something that happened during the games.

The fickle California rain slowed to a drizzle and everyone began leaving the dugout, hurrying to their cars before it started again.

He couldn’t imagine why, but he was a little put off that Nyrah hadn’t looked back, even to give him her best bitch-witch glare. She left the dugout area screaming at her two boys who were horsing around on the muddied field to get their gear and
move it
!

• • •

Alone in the emptied dugout Jai shook his leg and clenched his fist to try to alleviate the ache in his almost pained, rock-hard balls, hoping the thought of what a total bitch Nyrah was would help to ease his raging hard-on.

Slowly and thankfully, it began to ebb.
Good! Because I don’t want her—or anyone like her.
He preferred the elusive, faceless cyber partner he chatted with who could make him come with the mere sound of her voice during their secret bouts of phone sex and exchanges of titillating emails.

He looked up in time to see Nyrah collect her kids and hurry to her van. The shapeless blouse she wore was now soaked from the rain, clinging haphazardly, and he could have sworn he
glimpsed her large, dark nipples pouting through it. Again, his dick betrayed him. “Will you behave,” he murmured, looking down at it.

• • •

At home, Jai tried to work but something had him rattled. Dinner had been eaten; the kids, not his, were in their rooms; and his girlfriend was ignoring him as she usually did now that she’d
captured
him, as he’d heard her say to friends many times. He was beginning to resent her and he blamed himself. When he’d first seen her, he thought he’d died and gone to the Playboy Mansion in the sky. She was beautiful, with long, dark hair and a figure that said she’d had no kids, wasn’t about to have any kids, and no kids would ever stretch that flat stomach out of shape. It was a complete surprise when he’d found out later that she, in fact, had two children and had suffered two miscarriages prior to her divorce. He wondered how in the hell some women could be graced with such killer bodies while others … he didn’t want to think about Nyrah and her soft curves that were nothing like his girl’s. The memory of her soft backside pressing against him, and the fact that it was done innocently and without immoral thought, made his dick begin to twitch and awaken.

Again he tried to reassign his thoughts, and he wondered if he should stay in the confines of his man-cave and download a little cyber porn or just go to bed and read until he fell asleep.