“Moving on and up in the world for me meant: my good bank job, a roomier apartment with better amenities and my hooptie. My friends and I nicknamed her “Smoky,” because she had a massive oil leak would leave a long dust trail all over the city. If you needed to find me out and on the road, all you had to do was follow your nose; all smoke trails most probably would have you pull right up to my bumper baby. It would be funny trying to drive that death-trap and acting as if that smoke on the inside as well was not bothering me one bit-it was y’all who had to deal with it out there, because inside, all was well and should you pull up on me and make mention that there was smoke on the inside; I would probably tell you to clean your lenses and your nose.

My homeboy Mars didn’t seem to have a problem with it though. He was dedicated to helping me complete my mission of independence and defeat my fear of driving on the expressways and highways. He wanted to make sure I could make turns the correct way, back in the correct way, parallel-park on the right or left side and maneuver myself out of a tight or get my little hooptie in to one-should I need to.

I guess after so much time of riding shotgun in that death-trap, Mars had wanted the smoke to clear. As he drove he instructed and pointed: “Turn to the left. Now turn to the right. Drive down this hill about a half-a-mile, now turn to the right again,” he said.

I ended up right onto the ramp to the expressway and it was on and cracking from there. There was no turning back. My eyes got big and I held on to that wheel at ten and two, and Mars just sat back calm and cool.

You couldn’t tell me nothing after that.

After I dropped Mars off to his house, I drove home to tell Mitch all about my new adventure, less the instructor.

You see, Mitch was always one of my biggest fans since the day we met-way back around the time I was breaking up to make up with Horace but playing leaps and bounds with Ian. I was couple of years older than Mitch.

He was this lil’ fine guy that lived in the vicinity that would himself crushing on me and trying to be charming back around that time. He was so damned fine. He was so fine that over the years, he was known by the description of how he looked before his name could be recalled. It was just like that with him. He seemed like this good-looking drifter who everyone seemed to know by face. It was weird. He wasn’t a drifter though, he was just a gorgeous guy who lived at home with his mom still-during a time when at our ages then; though still young, life meant: getting your own apartment, car, job and whatever else after, come what may-whatever may that be. That was “living” and what “living well” meant. So, he looked like a drifter because he was always on foot and while on foot. He didn’t even walk like he rented an apartment, much less owned a car. All he had going for him was that he was super gorgeous-that was it. I would see him in passing so much so that it seemed like he would purposely put himself to be where I was at. He would look at me like one of those cartoon characters whose eyes would get these dart board red and white circles whenever something appealing would be in front of them.

For him, that would be me. I could see it all in his eyes.

For a while, I would just stand outside and have small-talk with him and let him flash that Colgate smile of his, while standing there trying to be charming and impressive. He didn’t impress me until about a year later around the time my mother had moved over to an area that was close to the church that he attended with his parents and two younger brothers. Though I had my own apartment, my mom always kept and extra bedroom on deck just incase I ever fell on hard times and I needed to come back home and since she lived so close to where I lived, it was uncommon for me not to spend nights there, too.
Mitch hit the bulls-eye one evening, after one-time too many conversations ended up with him straddled across the floor with me eating off every part of his body from head to toe like he was some delicacy.

He caught me during one of my many sexual melt-downs that I would have. Over the years, I had gotten control over it for the most part because I either had a serious boyfriend, compounded by the fact that I was still a chronic masturbator like I was since I was a kid. And just like I loved to grind and chase the feeling like my “pee was coming,” like when I was a kid; sometimes it would be like these vines of demons crawling through me and I could turn into some sexual monster who couldn’t control myself.

When I was a kid and a virgin, I was out of control with it from grinding every man, woman or child my age and much older. Luckily, when I got older and lost my virginity, I was out of control with a boyfriend who loved me for years-and thereafter, in committed or serious relationships after that-even if on the part of myself, only. So with a lot of sex and masturbation in between, I could be satisfied.

This particular night that Mitch hit bulls-eye was a short time after I had finally made up my mind to leave Pucker after that stunt he pulled at my apartment that one night. For weeks, I had been masturbating until I’d be out of my mind and sore sometimes. Mitch happened to show up for small-talk and googly-eyes at just the right time. I was so horny that I used him up that night. He thought his whole year dream had come true and I was in need of getting this feeling off of me. I treated him from head to toe, front to back as if I was in love with him and did not care about what message it was getting to his head or heart-I just needed his body there.

He was so aroused and excited that it was easy having my way with him. I licked and bit and sucked all over his body so well that he was too weak to not do whatever I need him to that night.

I had always had that thing for opening my legs wide open-it would send sensations through my body to be that vulnerable in front of whomever’s face, this time, it was his. He has seen so much pussy that night that I could tell that even as fine as he was and no matter how much pussy was thrown his way, he had never seen that much pussy in all his lifetime.

By the time I got done with his body, he was like a ragdoll. I dragged his ass to the steps and opened my legs while he sat at the one below me and hungrily sucked my pussy every which way I demanded him to:
“Pull it hard. Suck it hard for me,” I whispered desperately.
He pulled slowly-sucking like he was sucking on a lollipop that tasted so good that he did not want to get to the end of and off of it.

It was awesome. I was shaking like a maniac.

He began to bury his face into my crouch like some hungry homeless man that hadn’t had a good meal in months. His tongue was whipping my clit with so much force and speed as if was fighting my clit. It was too agonizing. I just wanted my pussy sucked to death. Not licked:
“Just pull on it! And don’t let it go! Do that shit with it stuck in your mouth! Don’t let it go! I begged.

He worked his hardest to meet my demands. He knew that I wasn’t playing around.

I had a thing for watching my pussy swell and I loved for my lover to watch their work. That turns me on. I should have learned a lesson from loving to get sucked off so, from that big scare with Nick. I would swear that while in the moment of it, I would watchfully take care. But I had such a thing for being helplessly sucked and pulled that I wouldn’t take care. I would just give up all my pussy to my lover’s mouth –eager for it to swell up like a blossoming flower so that together we could watch it swell.

I had Mitch back off of me so that I could see his work. He sat beneath me as I sat up and spread myself open so that he could appreciate seeing me swollen. It turned him on too. He wanted it back in his mouth. This time, he kept grabbing for my entire pussy with his mouth-doing his damnedest to devour the whole thing. I screamed loudly-climaxing like this was the last one I had in me. If felt like bolts of lightning hit my fingertips and toes as they curled, and my clit swell and throbbed from my pelvis throughout my whole crouch. I wanted more-as much as I could take. “Just snatch it!” I yelled out to him-desperately. To hell with what happened with Nick-clits are magic. That bitch’ll go back down by morning. I know this.

It was fantastic.

I was ready to finish him off and treat him well for a job well done. So I sat down a step and allowed him to stand over me while I sucked him off like a madwoman. He positioned himself to hold my head and play in my hair.

“I don’t play that shit. Do not touch me if I take it upon myself to bestow this kind of respect for you by kneeling beneath you to suck your dick. I think that’s disrespectful. Never touch me while I suck you off until I ask you to-ever,” I whispered and warned him while whipping my tongue ‘round and ‘round his shaft; locking the entire head of his dick in my mouth. He instantly turned bitch on me just as much as he was turned on.

I french-kissed and suck the shaft of his dick from bottom to top and devoured and circled his tip while swiftly whipping my tongue around it-repeatedly, like a routine; building him up for the excitement of me devouring his entire dick down my throat so I could surprise and hear him yell.

I could tell he had never had his dick sucked so well and treated with that much respect-he nearly wanted to cry as he stood there gripping the banisters bouncing the words: “Oh-no-no-no-no-no-no-oh-gosh-yes-yes,” sounding like he was in big trouble after I devoured that pretty motherfucker.

After listening to him shake, rattle and yell enough, I stopped, stood up and grabbed him by his locks of gorgeous curls. I kissed him passionately and whispered for him to follow me into the living room. From behind me, he held me. I held his hands while he wrapped them around my waist-stumbling into the living room. I rolled my eyes in my head and twisted my lips to the side. Little did he know, I was never highly heterosexual and could do without some dick after a good suck-off. For me; that was usually for the pleasure of the man I loved. So, I would just be all about giving him the pussy. I sure as hell didn’t have feelings for him like that, to suck him to finish and I knew he wanted some pussy. And that bitch was so swollen and so wet and about to burst from inside out-something else had to be done with it.

So I lay him back down and went straight for where I knew he wanted more. He was so erect and ready. I climbed atop him and Kegel’ed him tightly from the tip of his dick to the very end of it; slow and steady. Like x-ray vision, I could practically see in my mind what was his dick was feeling-his face showed everything. I could tell he had never had it like that before. I rode him slow and steady. He was laying there looking too comfortable, too relaxed, too much like he was getting the pleasure from a harem of beautiful bitches with sunshine for pussy, and I did not want him to end my ride. So I made him sit up a little bit and watch it go in and out. That turned me on-so badly. He was lit like he was in Candyland. He didn’t know what to do with himself. After a short time, I let him relax…”