THE LOVERSHIP:
To The Rescue
By
Jazzie Dixson
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The Lovership: To The Rescue
Copyright © 2011 by Jazzie Dixson
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This book is a work of erotic fiction and the combination of various intimate experiences, common to many. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.
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Physical intimacy is meant to be enjoyed and shared. Sharing the tales between these two characters, as lovers, seeks to pay homage to the joy of those experiences. The day will come when we may not be able to look on our personal experiences of sexual freedom with fondness. When that happens, at least I want to be able to read about it…and smile!
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THE LOVERSHIP:
An Erotic Discovery
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Introduction
He steps out of the car…smooth, dark skin, white shorts, pink shirt, and bulging muscles. Not too much, but ahhh just enough. Such a gentleman. So sweet. He opens the door and ushers me into the car gently. It has been far too long since the last time I had something for myself. Everything—and everyone—I had been doing lately had left me drained. My head was bad. Too much work. I had run out of tolerance for sharing my time with any man. They were all demanding, wishing, and hoping for a variety of changes and pieces of me. Whatever it was—whoever it was—all wanted some part of me they weren’t getting. I, in turn, wasn’t getting any of what I needed from anyone. What I was getting was tired…worn out and beat down…
Chapter 1
I could handle my mind and my thoughts. But, that day, I really needed someone else to give my body what it needed. I knew I was sinking fast. The pace of the game had beaten me down: you know, the moves you go through when you are trying to manage a decent date, let someone get to know you, or even turn a “thing” into a relationship. I was tired of pretending. I had grown weary of having to listen to the lies, calculate just the right response, prepare a suitable reaction based upon whether or not—and how long—I wanted to keep him around, and then fashion some plan of action for delivering said retort. Whew. It was draining. I needed someone who would make it all about me.
One guy in particular, Todd, was waging a small war in me with his tired ass moves, and he needed to be reminded of a few things. I wasn’t really certain where we stood, but whatever we were supposed to be to each other, I am more than sure he was in violation of some understanding. Lies, missteps, disrespect, forgotten promises, mystery women showing up when I was the scheduled dance partner for the evening…it was all so, so common. And he was becoming more ridiculous to me everyday. It seemed simple enough to just stop seeing the guy, but where’s the fun in that? I wanted to send a message. If he was really going to play silly games with me, I wanted to pull out my tutor hat and give him a lesson in how you really give someone your ass to kiss.
So, I called the one person I knew I could count on for the way I was feeling. The one person I knew I could trust, without any instructions, without trepidation, without any head games: my lover, my friend, Blaze. As I dialed his number, it surprised me that my hands started shaking a bit. I could feel my heartbeat, hear my breath quicken…just at the thought of seeing him again. He answered the phone with his usual light demeanor, and I quickly remembered how much I loved even the sound of his voice—low and sexy. I tried to control my rampant imagination of that sultry voice calling out to me in sexual pleasure…mmmmhhh.
“Get your head in the call, girl” I thought to myself and suddenly snapped back to the task at hand. We fell into uncomplicated conversation…easy, lemon squeezy…and I asked him to come down and visit me for the weekend. Being home for the summer had left me feeling a little lost. Left to my own devices, I was getting wrapped up in crazy situations—like Todd. “Of course, I would love to come and see you!” he said instantly. I gave him limited details about the situation and said I wanted him to go to a party at a friend’s house with me. It would be a little something for us to unwind and reconnect without any real pressure. I explained to him that while he was visiting, I just wanted him to be, um…himself. The him he was when he was with me. Maybe even in the presence of Todd. Not to be evil, but you know, just to provide a learning tool, a chapter lesson…hell, a pop quiz. Whatever you call it, Todd needed a little snap back to reality, and I needed some genuine attention…and passion.
Chapter 2
Finally, the weekend was here, and I could barely contain myself. I was looking forward to seeing Blaze. My school roommate Marva was coming down for the weekend, too. Ironically enough, she was dating Todd’s cousin Brian, and they had planned a getaway together. Marva didn’t know her way around town, so I agreed to drive her to Todd’s house—where Brian was waiting—and leave my car with her. What a convenient plan, huh?! “Follow me and then I’ll ride with you,” I told Blaze. He smiled; signaling ‘okay,’ and I knew he understood my previous explanations about the pop quiz.
We make the exchange, safely delivering Marva and the car. Seeing my car, Todd sauntered out of the house as though he expected me to come in and seek his company…not today, buddy. As Blaze held his hand out for mine, ushering me into his car, he threw a quick chin nod at Todd who was now standing in the yard—looking stunned and stupid. Nice. Real nice. Your lover making the dumb guy you’re ‘pseudo-dating’ look even dumber…priceless!
As I settled into the car, he closed my door. I held my breath with an anticipation I hadn’t felt in a while. I found myself feeling anxious, even a little nervous. I hadn’t seen Blaze in a few months, and I wasn’t actually sure how we would reconnect. Would things be as natural between us? Would his body remember mine? Would his lips, his tongue, his hands…remember my body? As he eased into the car, I watched the motion of his strong athletic body; I watched the way his arms moved beneath that pink shirt and began to imagine those arms taking me. He started talking to me—I don’t know what he was saying—but I watched the movement of his beautiful lips, his tongue…mmmm…those lips on my body, smothering all the burdens of my recent moves out of me…
“I love your lips,” he said to me, snatching the thought out of my mind. “I was just thinking the same thing about you,” I said, as an easy smile—maybe even half a giggle—escaped from me. He drew the car to a complete stop and shifted into park. We leaned in to each other and kissed softly, deeply. My hands reached for his chest as he took my face in his strong hands. A familiar tingling between my legs reminded me how I would say ‘Thank You’ to him later for rescuing me from myself…
Chapter 3
As we arrived at my girl’s place for the house party, my lover and I strolled easily to the front door: the heat of expectancy already growing between us as we each absorbed the presence of the other. I quietly took in the power of his strong frame—picturing his hands take me, his legs taut with muscle as he drove into me, his lips and tongue tasting every inch of me. He did the same. I saw the hunger in his eyes following the thickness of my lips and mouth taking his hard dick, the curve of my ass—his hands gripping as my breasts heaved below the ravish. He reminded me of a giant piece of candy—sweet and hard.
The door opens and we are confronted with our hostess, surprised to see us out of our normally-discreet union. We are welcomed easily, as we blend into the crowd, are given drinks and fall into easy conversation with other guests. We were both social beings and parted to mingle. The sexual tension between us filled the room as we stole glimpses of each other. Minutes. Moments. Hours passed. My girl cornered me searching for the 4-1-1 on my choice of escort for the evening. She expected Todd’s presence with me and was surprised to see Blaze. Since she attended school with Blaze and I, she was already aware of our relationship as lovers. As I filled her in, my lover settled into manly conversation with Richard—friends called him “Tank”—who was, ironically, Todd’s best friend. The two would be engaged in a pissing contest of sorts for more than an hour. Unknown to Blaze, Tank had suggested to Todd that I was too good to be involved with someone who could not appreciate a woman of my caliber. So, in Tank’s presence and Todd’s absence, Blaze was embroiled in a battle to prove his worth to be my companion for the evening. Unknown to Tank, Blaze had already earned his position with me—many, many times.
Even that day, he required no coaching, no watching, no babysitting. I had not recounted the full story to him but I knew I didn’t need to. When I called him for a visit, I gave enough information that he would understand that I needed him. As I wrapped up my explanation of the game to my girl, she hurrahed Blaze with me for serving a priceless moment to a dog like Todd. Knowing me well, she knew how our activities for the night would culminate. We laughed energetically, in that way you do with only your closest friends—the ones who keep your secrets without explanation or request.
Watching Blaze from across the room, I am drawn to him and can’t resist walking into the verbal fray with Tank. As I neared his seat, he seemed to be waiting for me and reached out his hand, guiding me to his waiting lap. This act, I figured, was the final nail in the coffin on the pissing contest. “Drink this,” I said, and he placed his soft lips against my glass for a long sip. Smiling hugely and kissing me softly afterward, he asked, “Are you ready to go?” “Whenever you are,” I replied. As I eased away from him, I knew how we would spend the rest of the evening and the fucking was set to be legendary!
Chapter 4
Walking to the car, we were at each other—kissing, groping, squeezing. Heavy breathing through wild tongues, we managed to get into the car and at least drive away from the parking lot, first ending up in a local park—our second time at a body of water. We parked the car and exited to a nearby picnic table. I sat on the edge of the table. He stood between my legs: kissing me, sucking the sweet spot on my neck, hands finding all parts of me just to say hello. It had been far too long. In the darkness, we stroked one another, ravenous at the thought of naked, unbridled passion. On cue and always in sync, we laughed at the shared thought of our animal lust. “Let’s get out of here,” I laughed. “Before we get caught by the police!”
A short trip up the street, we arrived at my apartment: a trendy one bedroom with indoor stairs descending from the front door revealing a sexy, sunken living room. Once inside, we were tearing and pulling each other’s clothes off from the top of the stairs. I fully intended to fuck and be fucked everywhere! I had always wanted a place with stairs indoors so I could test a theory I’d dreamed about a time or two. Blaze was always so perfect for experimentation—so willing, so open, so athletic. Lots of the things we often did would never have been possible but for his excellent physical conditioning. It was all so hot…his hands, our mouths, his dick, my breasts…experiments would have to wait. Right now, I wanted to get him into me for what was so natural, so good, and so familiar.
He first eased me to the couch and slowly began to kiss me—not everyday, regular kisses, but the kind that are so deep and luscious, you forget your name; the kind that make you lose track of your surroundings. The kind that make you purr in a low, cat-like moan. Lower, he kissed and nibbled my neck—always a tender spot—being careful to apply a bit more pressure just below my ears and then, ummm, near my shoulders. Lower still, his mouth ravished my nipples, gently taking one between his teeth and sucking, while his fingers toyed with her jealous sister. And lower still, his fingers began to probe my sweet spot, creating a welcomed introduction for his warm, full lips on my wet-wet. As his tongue licked me gently, my breath left me—quick and sharp—my mind began to say his name. Delirious from the pleasure, I lost all sense of myself and gave in to every pure, raw feeling. My hands grappled for his head, pulling him closer, guiding that lovely mouth to just the right spot. He really didn’t need my help…he was ‘clicking on all cylinders’ without my intervention. I wanted to let him know that I was definitely appreciating the pre-entrance exam.
Chapter 5
When I could no longer stand it, I pulled his face up from between my legs to my lips. Always warm and wet anyway, his lips were deliciously hot and tender from my juices on them. I descended from the couch to my knees and joined him on the floor. Our hands explored and caressed each other feverishly. I nudged his body backward, to the couch, and began sucking his neck…licking his ears…biting his chest and nipples. I want him to wait for it—to know where I am going, to anticipate my tongue on him; to imagine my deep throat, warm mouth, wet tongue, taking him all the way in…sucking deeply until he loses his breath from the pleasure…all the way out, licking around the head with my playful tongue, then deep to the back of my throat. His breath becomes more ragged, chest heaving, as I kiss, nibble and suck my way down his body …
He was beginning to sweat now, so I licked the drops from his bulging chest. Closing his eyes with his head rolling back and forth, he began to moan for me…his body speaking volumes, talking dirty to me. I was on fire; and his sighs and words were like gasoline. We were falling into this damn thing, giving ourselves to the entire sexual experience. I enjoyed his body that way: if he was in, every part of him was in. He held nothing back. That’s the kind of shit that makes a girl want to put in extra work! Every moan of his set a new fire in me. By the time I met his dick, it was rock hard and begging me to taste it. My mouth watered instantly at the thought…
I skimmed my tongue lightly, quickly across the head of his dick. Hearing the hiss of air escape him made me intensify my attack. Slowly, I lowered my mouth down his pole, sucking inch by beautiful inch until my lips were against his body. Up and down, flicking my tongue across the underside of his shaft, his hands running through my hair, pulling gently, as his head moved from side to side. His body was begging me to go deeper. So, what could I do but suck deeper, harder, deeper and harder. One of my hands reached upward, taking his sensitive nipple between my fingers and massaging, squeezing; the other rested flat against his body, holding the base of his shaft, twisting and turning like a pepper grinder. I knew what I was doing…I would suck a cum out of him soon if I didn’t stop this…but I couldn’t. He was swelling in my mouth. It felt like paradise. I couldn’t stop…and he didn’t want me to…did he?!
I was delirious…he was in rapture…and our moans filled the well-lit room—nothing like fucking with the lights on. With a final grunt of passion, he grabbed me under the arms, pulled me to him taking my mouth on his. He dropped to the floor on his knees, hugging against my body. As I leaned backward, his body followed mine and rested on top of me, preparing me, making me want to beg him to give it to me. He rested on his elbows, positioned over me, now guiding his dick into my eager, wet pussy. Finally... uhhh…ooohhh…he begins moving…we are pumping together like a machine. His voice, my voice. His breath and mine.
His sweat is dripping on me below. His arms are wrapped around my shoulders, cradling my head, and he is pounding into me. I love it. Damn, I love it! My legs, my arms are wrapped around his body like a sweater—a wet, hot, sticky, sweaty, gush-filled, sexy-ass sweater. What’s the saying ‘…like white on rice…;’ I was all over him. In the power and friction of the fuck, we inched across the floor, but never let up. Powerful, covered with sweat, we climaxed together in a heap…good thing, too, since now we have inched across the floor and our heads are wedged under a table! Only then—out of breath, spent, and in laughter—did we pull ourselves from one another.
Epilogue
Always expert at shower sex, Blaze and I repositioned ourselves for one of things we did best. It’s intense and satisfying when we cum a second time. He pulls me back toward his body, kissing my neck, and we stand there completely worn-out. As the water washes over us, I finally tell him “Thank You.” I feel him smiling as he says, “Hm, for what?” I don’t even bother answering. When you rescue someone, you don’t even need to hear ‘em say it…
END
Thank you for taking the time to read my short story. It is the second episode of several featuring the lovers, Blaze Fowler and Jazzie Dixson. The first episode, “The Lovership: An Erotic Discovery” chronicles the meeting of our characters and can be downloaded at http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/118010
If you read the stories, please submit your feedback and include a rating. Check out the companion website for these characters at https://sites.google.com/site/jazziedixson.