Misguided Intentions: Part 3

Not missing a beat, she leaned me back and climbed on top of me. Her hands were like magic touching all of my soft spots. First my collarbone and then unstrapping my dress along the way, she trailed down to my nipples. Never the ones to disappoint they welcomed her at full attention. Sucking slowly on my right nipple she rubbed the left one back and forth between her fingers.

Ebony for real, we can’t do this right here.” I said breaking free of the trance I was falling into.

She came back up and kissed me while kicking off her shoes and pushing me further up on the bed. “Don’t worry baby, I got you.”

Although I knew that we were playing with danger, I couldn’t turn off the river that began to flow in-between my legs causing me to open them wider. I felt my panties moving to the side before she finally slipped her fingers inside of me. Game over, I lose. There was certainly no turning around now.

As her fingers stroked me, I bit her shoulder to keep from moaning out loud. There was something about her movements matched with mine that took both of us over the top. She began whispering in my ear and telling me how much I belonged to her. As crazy as it was, it drove me crazy.

I began throwing my hips back to her and she slid her left hand under my behind. Using her strength to pull me forward, she went deeper and harder until I could feel the orgasm tingling at the tip of my toes.

“Tell me it’s mine.” She breathed as sweat glistened on her forehead.

“No!” I said knowing that would make her work harder.

Flipping me over in one movement, she entered me from behind. “I said tell me it’s mine.” She said again as she stroked me harder.

I gripped the tip of the pillow between my teeth to keep from yelling out.

“Oh you’re not going to tell me it’s mine?”

“It’s, oh shit, oh shit…” My breath caught in my throat when she came in contact with my gspot. Vibrations hit me so hard that my back arched in a U. She went in deeper and hot fluid gushed down my legs.

Five minutes later and my breath still hadn’t normalized. I looked over at Ebony who had a big kool aid smile on her face. “What the hell are you smiling about?”

“Tell me it’s mine.” She repeated dead serious.

I pulled the covers up to cover my breast. “Don’t go there Ebony. I’m going to shower.”

“Yeah ok.” She rolled her eyes and looked up to the ceiling.

There was no shame as I walked to the bathroom in the nude. I could feel her eyes on my ass as I walked away but I didn’t turn around. While we slept together every now and then, I had no plans on getting back with Ebony. Stepping into the shower, I heard the radio turn on in my room.

She’d really stepped up her game lately and was trying to get back with me but I don’t know if I could trust her again. She’s not a bad girl but she has some cheating ways. Everyone loved Ebony and Ebony loved everyone right back including all of the girls that constantly threw themselves at her. I still don’t know if it’s the joy of conquering a new quest or just the attention that causes her to stray with so many women.

I turned on the water and allowed it to heat up before stepping in. My nipples were still erect as the water splashed my skin. I picked up the lavender body wash and lathered up my sponge. Memories of when Ebony and I first met began to flash across my mind as the sponge slid across my body.

It was my sophomore year in high school and I was cheering at the biggest basketball game of the year. At 5’9 and 145 lbs, I was much taller and thicker then the other cheerleaders. My red and white cheerleading skirt was hugging my hips and I knew I was looking good. I’d always been very athletic but leaned more towards cheerleading instead of basketball because I didn’t like sweating. Plus as my mother said, cheerleading is more lady-like. After trying out in the 9th grade, I was the only freshman picked up on the varsity squad.

“Hey don’t be a fool, somebody said we were number two, but we’re number one!” Our pompons went into the air as we some of us jumped and flipped celebrating our 53 – 38 lead. The atmosphere was contagious as our sure win zipped through the gym.

At the end of the half time show we picked up our pompons and went over to sit down on the bleachers. I hadn’t sat down good when some popcorn landed in my hair. I ignored it the first time thinking it was an accident but the moment another kernel fell in my hair I stood up and went off.

“I don’t know who thinks it’s funny to put stuff in people’s hair but unless you’re ready to pay for me to get a wash and press then I suggest that you stop.” I looked up into the bleachers and saw a group of girls laughing at me.

As I was walking to my car after the game one of the girls walked up to me. “So how much is it for a wash and press?” She asked smiling.

“Why, are you paying?”

“I can.”

I turned to look at her and was greeted by a wide smile and chestnut brown eyes. She had on what looked to be a new pair of white sneakers, gray sweatpants and a white T-Shirt. Her hair hung in a bob down to her shoulders.

“And why would you want to do that?” I was old enough to know that nothing came free.

“Does it matter?

“Um yes. First of all, I don’t even know you and secondly, I can pay to get my own hair done.” Cute or not I didn’t know who the hell she thought she was. I hit the button to unlock my car and walked around to the driver’s side.

“Whoa, attitude.” She replied sarcastically, still smiling with her hands in her pockets. “Are you always this mean or is it something about me that you don’t like?”

I opened the car door to get in. “I’m sorry but I don’t know you and if you’re talking about what I said in the gym then I was just tired of people trying me.”

“Well actually you do know me. We just haven’t been formally introduced.”

She had my attention now. “Oh really, where do I know you from?”

She walked towards me and I slid my car keys between my ring and middle finger. If she tried anything I would knock the shit out of her. She came within one foot of me violating all personal space rules. She cleared her throat and cocked her head to the side. “Let’s just say that I saw you somewhere most pretty girls like you aren’t found.”

“What the hell…” My eyes lowered as I realized for the first time that she may have been trying to come on to me. I wasn’t even prepared for some shit like this.

“I saw you inside of the Blue Room last weekend. I was working at the door with security.”

The Blue Room was an all lesbian lounge that was packed seven days a week. The earth could have opened up and swallowed me whole. My best friend Stephanie had convinced me to go to the Blue Room with her last weekend. She’d been dating one of the security guards and she promised they would let us in without carding us.

“I um… Oh… See…” A full sentence refused to form as I tried to think of an excuse why I was there.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to blow up your spot. I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re very beautiful and maybe we should hang out sometimes.”

“I well see… I’m not gay.” The words flew out of my mouth and my body froze. “I mean, I like girls and all but I haven’t you know. I’ve never been with a girl or anything like that before.” I wasn’t ready for people at school to start calling me gay.

“Whoa, slow your roll shorty. I don’t need to know about all of that. I don’t think that’s really anybody’s business. I’d just like to hang out with you. That’s all.” I saw her dimples for the first time as she smiled at me again.

“Um, ok.”

“So, my name is Ebony and yours is…”


“Cool, then it looks like we’ve both just made a new friend.”

I’d been reduced to one syllable answers as I replied, “Ok.”

She whipped out her notebook and pulled a pencil from behind her ear. “Well since we’re friends now, why don’t you give me your number so that I can call you?”

She’d just run some game on me and I knew it but her boldness had peaked my interest. I’d always been attracted to girls but I never had the guts to step to one and none ever tried to come on to me. Well there was that one old lady that worked at the cleaners but she didn’t count.

I looked at her and debated giving her my phone number. The only person that knew about me liking girls was Stephanie and that was ok because she dated women too. It was a sure thing for me to become the captain of my cheerleading squad and I was very popular in school. If it got out that I liked girls, I could only imagine how people would start treating me. But on the other hand, I was tired of worrying about what people thought of me and she was fine.

A smile crossed my face as I gave her my number.

“Cool, cool. I look forward to getting to know you friend.” We stood staring at one another.

“My mother doesn’t like boys, I mean anyone, calling my house after 10.” My cheeks turned as red as my cheerleading outfit. I felt like such a fool.

“Don’t worry, I’m not trying to get you into any trouble.” Those were the words that came out of her mouth but time would prove differently.

I walked into the bedroom and noticed that Ebony had replaced the sheets on my bed. It was stuff like this that made women fall in love with her. After dating for so many years, she knew my house as well as she did her own. My mother had even allowed her to stay with us the 8 months that her father was shipped to Kuwait. Boy that was a hell of an experience.

When I walked into the living room, Ebony was looking at the display of family pictures on the entertainment center. “Hey, are you ready?”

“Yeah.” She replied rubbing the back of her neck. “You remember when we took this picture?” I walked over to see which one she was talking about.

She pointed to the picture we’d taken on the Cruise during Captain’s Night. We were both dressed to impress and my mother had taken the picture of us. “Yeah, the cruise was a blast.”

“Who you telling? I’d give anything to have a week alone with you again.” Her hand went around my waist.

The door handle rattled and my mother walked into the living room holding Q who was sound asleep. She walked over and gave Ebony and I a kiss on the cheek and I whispered to her that we were going out for a while.

To be continued…

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