Shanice cuddled up in the corner of her bed, her chin resting on her knees as her arms wrapped around her shins. Tears slid down her face as she felt her best days would be spent thinking about how her family had fallen apart. Her teeth clenched, thinking about mom.
Two days later on campus, Shanice enrolled for her courses and then headed to her car. The thought of going home made her close her eyes and sigh. Anything that delayed her arrival brought her solace. She walked past the guidance counsellor’s office and saw her typing. Something about her energy made Shanice feel welcome.
“Hello, young lady,” said the guidance counsellor.
“Hi, ma’am. Hope I’m not disturbing.”
“No, come in,” she stood up, noticing agony on Shanice’s face. “How can I help you?”
“I don’t know who to turn to. I feel so lost.”
“Sorry to hear that. What seems to be the trouble?”
“I’ve got some family issues, and I just need…”
“…To talk to someone.” Shanice nodded, slightly lowering her gaze. “That’s quite all right. I’d suggest you speak to our in-house therapist, Ms Schubert.
Shanice went upstairs and knocked on the door. Ms Schubert welcomed her into the office and asked her if she wanted coffee. Shanice’s lips slightly curled. No matter how much pain she was in, coffee made her feel better.
Ms Schubert handed Shanice a cup and sat. “How are you feeling?”
“Not great. Feels like my whole life has turned upside down.” Ms Schubert remained silent as Shanice looked at the floor. She knew that Shanice was recollecting her pain and the cause. Eventually, Shanice said, “My mother ruined everything.” Her eyes glistened as tears formed.
Shanice told Ms Schubert about her childhood and how her family had strengthened throughout the years because they had spent weekends hiking, evenings dining and special occasions at exotic locations. All of that had ended.
Ms Schubert realised that Shanice wanted someone to love her, spend time with her and make her feel special. Since Shanice felt she wouldn’t get that from her family any more, Ms Schubert suggested that she starts dating.
The following week, Tyrone walked out of his house and headed to the bus stop. He stopped as he looked to his left.
“Damn,” he said, looking at a woman in cheeky denim shorts bending over to plant flowers.
His lips parted as he admired her smooth legs and round ass, shaped into a perfect heart. Tyrone thought about running his hands up her brown legs, then brushing his hand over her pussy before he grabbed her muscular cheeks and then pressed his dick against her ass.
Just thinking about that made him hard. He imagined his dick going into her wet pussy, and she looks at him over her shoulder, smiling. He would show his clenched teeth, revealing his eagerness to bang her harder than she had before.
Tyrone looked at his watch, wondering if talking to her was worth risking being late for class.
“Hey, you need some help?” he asked.
The woman straightened her back, turned to him and smiled. “That’s sweet of you, but I’m fine.” She stepped towards the fence.
Tyron stepped towards her and extended his hand. “Hi, I’m Tyrone.”
“Janice, nice to meet you,” she smiled, holding eye contact and his hand for a bit longer than usual.
“You new to the neighbourhood?”
“Yes. I moved in last week.”
“Welcome. If you need anything, I’m at that house over there,” he said, pointing behind him.
“Thank you. Aren’t you a sweet young man?”
Tyrone smiled, pleased with himself for planting a seed. He was certain it was just a matter of time before he planted his seeds in her. “All right, Janice. It was nice meeting you. I have to get going.”
“Lovely meeting you, too, Tyrone. Be sure to stop by.”
He smiled as he walked away, then ran to the bus stop, holding his hand up as the bus driver pulled off. He got into the bus and looked at his watch, feeling relieved that he had made the right decision.
After class, Tyrone went to the food courtyard to maintain his carbohydrate count. Working out had made him hungry.
He dissected a piece of chicken and brought it to his mouth, then saw a depressed girl sitting at the table next to him. She was fine as hell. Her sombre mood made her more attractive to him because Tyrone used his charm to rejuvenate broken girls, who would reward him by sucking him off.
He bit into the chicken piece and wondered if the girl was more delicious than the succulent breast he gorged on. He kept glancing at her, studying her behaviour.
A few minutes later, the girl stood up. Tyrone closed the plastic container and then snatched it off the table as he got up. He walked behind her and said, “I noticed you didn’t finish your food.”
She stopped, looked at him and frowned, “Are you stalking me?” she asked, glad that a handsome man had noticed her despite her mood.
“What if I was?” he asked, cheekily.
She looked at him for a few seconds, then asked, “What’s your name?
“Tyrone. Yours?”
“I’m Shanice. So how can I help you, Tyrone?”
He slightly twitched and furrowed his brow. “Damn, why you gotta sound so formal? Here I am trying to get to know you, and you be sounding like a guidance counsellor.”
Her lips slightly curled. Shanice believed that Tyrone was genuinely interested in getting to know her, and she recollected the therapist’s advice about dating. Her shoulders lowered, and she shifted her mindset to reception.
Tyrone noticed her demeanour change. He was used to having a profound effect on women. But he also knew not to rush the attraction just because of one positive sign. Women such as Shanice needed time to warm up to a man before physical escalation.
“Do you wanna sit and tell me what’s going on with you?” asked Tyrone.
He knew that a woman was more likely to open up to him if she was relaxed. She nodded, and then they sat at the nearby bench. Shanice didn’t mention details, but she told him about her family falling apart and the pain she endured. Tyrone pitied her, and he felt they had something in common as he was raised by a single mother.
They spoke for an hour. When Shanice looked at her watch, she couldn’t believe that much time had passed. She felt better after sharing her story with Tyrone. His company brought her solace, and she felt she could share personal matters without him judging her. How could she not want more of that?
“I really enjoyed talking to you. I’d like to see you again,” said Tyrone.
Shanice nodded and smiled. “Me, too. Yeah, sure. That sounds nice.”
Tyrone saved her number on his phone and then walked her to her car. She opened her door and then turned to him. He opened his arms, and she wrapped hers around his neck, her cheek brushing his. She really needed an embrace.
He waited for her as she started the car, then waved as she pulled off.
That night, Tyrone texted Shanice to tell her again that he enjoyed their conversation. He didn’t mention wanting to see her again, as he wanted her to meet him halfway. She responded shortly thereafter with a smiley-face emoji. He wanted more than that before asking her out, so he waited a few minutes. She followed up by asking him about his day. They weren’t back and forth for a few texts before Tyrone locked in a date.
The following day, Tyrone walked past Janice’s home, hoping to see her. She was sitting on the swing bench, checking her phone.
“Hey, how you doing, Janice?”
She looked up and smiled. “Tyrone, what brings you by?” She was glad that he returned. She knew he would.
“Just walking by and I saw you, so I thought I’d say, hello.”
“Why don’t you come in? I’ve got some lemonade.”
Tyrone opened the gate door, eager to squeeze his lemonade inside her. She shifted on the bench and poured him a glass. They toasted, looking deeply in each other’s eyes. He couldn’t help but imagine how her voluptuous lips would feel around his dick.
They spoke for a few minutes about their hobbies, and then Janice invited him inside the house. She wanted to show him her paintings.
In the studio, Tyrone moved beside her from one painting to the next. She explained to him her motivation for the paintings, yet all he could focus on was her choice of words such as sultry, luscious and soaked. He thought that was her way of flirting with him.
Standing at the final painting, Tyrone faced it while Janice stood to his side, facing him. Her bulging tits almost brushed his arm. Janice’s seductive voice intensified the passion between them. Tyrone couldn’t take it anymore.
He turned to her and clutched her shoulders. She looked at his lips, and he saw her bottom lip lower. Tyrone crashed his lips into hers, shoving his tongue inside her mouth.
After kissing for some time, Janice grabbed Tyrone’s buttoned-up shirt and ripped it open in the middle of his chest. Knowing that she wanted him as badly as he wanted her made Tyrone harder.
She felt his bulging dick, so she got on her knees and unzipped his pants. Her lips curled, seeing how big his cock was. She stroked it a few times, her smile remaining. She kissed the head, then engulfed his dick with her mouth.
Janice felt it poking the back of her throat, and she gurgled as Tyrone pulled the back of her head towards his groin. She gurgled a few more times, and tears formed in her eyes.
She pulled out his dick, with a string of saliva stretching from his head to her tongue as she pulled back more.
The couch where Janice sat to admire her paintings was in the corner. Janice stood up and then dug her knees into the cushions as she rested her arms on top of the backrest. Janice’s ass was perked up, just the way Tyrone liked it.
Damn, he thought. Janice’s ass was even better than he imagined it. It was perfectly round with just the right amount of flesh to wobble when spanked, but the cheeks were definitely tight. Her fitness regimen was evident.
Tyrone stuck his dick into her wet pussy. He was surprised at how tight it was. He expected her to be looser since he figured a fair share of men rammed her. His hands ran up her back as he penetrated.
Janice moaned, feeling her pussy get moister as Tyrone swung his hips faster. The moans evolved into groans. He increased the pace more, and her groans hardened, eventually becoming screams. Her forehead wrinkled, and her eyebrows lowered as she panted.
Tyrone was breathing heavily. Sweat had formed on his forehead, but he wanted more of her. He usually lasted long, but Janice’s body was on fire. He had been with some stunners, but Janice’s appeal turned him on like no other woman had.
Tyrone pulled his dick out, and Janice flipped over onto her back, spreading her legs wide. Tyrone hovered over her, his legs stretched out straight as he lowered his body to stick his dick into her pussy. After he stuck it in, his chest rested on her tits, and she grabbed his ass.
He clutched the top of the backrest for support to penetrate harder.
“Oh, yes,” said Janice. “Right there. That’s it, baby.”
Tyrone looked down at her, seeing the intensity on her face. As he sped up, Janice’s lips tightened, and her eyebrows neared. A vein protruded from her forehead as her orgasm culminated. She closed her eyes, opened her mouth and screamed.
He clenched his teeth, feeling her pussy drenched. Tyrone couldn’t take it anymore. He stood up, and Janice got on her knees in front of him. He barely stroked his dick twice when his cum shot onto her face.
Janice wiped the cum off her face with a cloth next to her painting.
She escorted Tyrone to the door and smiled at him. “Don’t you go and be a stranger now, baby. You know where to find me.” Both of them smiled.
That night, Tyrone called Shanice. They spoke for an hour before he set up another date the following night.
During the date, Shanice opened up to him. She felt she could do that without being judged. Spending time with him was therapy for her without being overwhelmed by negative emotions. Talking to him was rejuvenating, and she couldn’t get enough of it.
Beside her car, they looked at each other. Tyrone opened up his arms again. Shanice thought he wanted a hug, but it was a kiss. Their lips pressed together, and she felt a wave of energy pervade through her. It’s as if all the agony drained from her body. She felt alive again.
After kissing for some time, they pulled back and looked at each other, smiling. They knew they were falling for each other.
Neither of them had a class on Friday morning, so they scheduled brunch. As Tyrone stepped out of his house, his phone alerted him of a message. It was Shanice. Hope you don’t mind if I come an hour later. Need to do something really important.
Tyrone had an hour to kill. He looked at Janice’s house and figured he would kill two birds with one stone. Actually three because the time would pass, he would satisfy a milf and himself. He knew it was still early to make a sexual advance on Shanice, and he didn’t want to scare her away. He felt that she was special.
To prevent himself from giving into temptation, he had to rid himself of the sexual urges. He rang Janice’s bell, and she smiled as she opened the door.
Shanice arrived at Ms Schubert’s office. “Hi, ma’am. I apologise for stopping by unannounced. I just wanted to thank you.”
“For?”
“Advising me to pursue love. I’ve met someone really special. He makes me feel like everything is going to be okay.”
Ms Schubert smiled. “I’m glad for you. Sounds like everything is working out for you.”
“It is. This man has made me see things from a different perspective, and I’m ready to forgive my mother for cheating on my father.”
“That’s great. You can only move forward once you put your past behind you.”
Shanice nodded. “I’m looking forward to getting over this trauma once and for all.”
Inside her car, Shanice inputted her mother’s address into the GPS. It was her first visit since mom had moved out.
Shanice arrived at mom’s door and heard grunts. She frowned, confused about what she heard. She shifted right from the door stoop and leaned towards the lounge window. Her heart leapt into her throat, and she felt like the wind had been knocked out of her. Shanice’s eyes widened as she watched Tyrone spank her mother’s ass and bang her from behind.
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