Rene: Chapter 1

Denise was a sexy, aggressive femme with two things on her mind: money and pussy. The first time we met it was all business, but that didn’t stop me from wanting to taste her lips before slipping her the tongue. She had such a luscious mouth. Her lips were perfectly shaped, full and soft. She was wearing cherry red lipstick and there was nothing about her that turned me off, but that was before I spent an entire day with her.

The first time we fucked was intense. Immediately after, I knew it would be one of the last times that would happen. Apart from being loud-mouthed and bossy, even during sex, she constantly wore a fake ass smile that came with playing the part of wanna-be model moonlighting as a stripper.

She had a kid to support so I knew why she was thirsty for work. I looked through her portfolio and all I could think was “God DAMN” mainly because she was hot enough to get modeling work anytime she wanted and I couldn’t say that about half the girls that had modeled for me. As a photographer, I was used to dealing with all types of gorgeous women, professionally and personally, but her beauty was un-fucking-deniable.

You know what else was undeniable? She ran her mouth too damn much. That was my biggest issue. It didn’t matter though because what we did when we were together didn’t involve a lot of talking. Maybe some screaming, a little moaning, a groan here and there, you get my drift. It got so bad, in such a short time, I found myself fantasizing about other girls when we’d hook up. The constant chatter was a major turn off particularly because it never stopped. She wanted to talk all the damn time, even while we fucked, even now.

I sighed, and started to wonder why I bothered answering the phone when she called.

“My pussy misses you,” she said into the phone as I pursed my lips and thought of a reply.

“Why don’t you come over tonight and show me exactly what you’ve been missing.”

It had only been two days since the last time I saw her, but she was at the crib before I could say, “boo.”

Now, here she was, lying on my bed, with no clothes on. I wore gym shorts and a beater. As we lay together, and she talked non-stop, my private thoughts drowned her out as I thought of the sales girl from the boutique.

Denise licked her lips, looking up at me, as I lay next to her, propped up on one elbow. She moved her hand over mine, which was resting on her stomach, and squeezed softly before rubbing her hand back and forth over mine.

She turned her face toward mine, looked me in my eyes and said, “I want a kiss, Rene.”

As I leaned in slowly she pushed my chest, forcing me away, and shook her head.

She took my hand and pulled it to her lips and began to lick and suck on my fingers. Then she wrapped her hand around my index finger and began guiding it down her naked body, toward her thighs, before resting our hands in between them.

I felt her legs part as she guided me right to her clit and said, “No, kiss me here.”

My hand traveled further south until I came to her pussy opening. She was soaking wet and her body responded to my hand softly brushing against her clit.

She spread her legs further apart and pulled at the front of my beater, pulling for me to get on top, but I resisted.

“I can’t take it anymore. I need it now,” She purred as I slid two and then three fingers deep inside of her. She was so wet I had no trouble sliding all three inside.

There was a long drawn out moan as I slowly moved my fingers in and out of her. I loved the sloppy wet sounds we generated. I could tell she was throbbing because her pussy muscles clenched and contracted around my fingers each time I drove them deep inside.

I could feel her body quivering beneath my hand as I found my rhythm. Her pussy felt soft and warm and she moaned into my mouth as I kissed her hard.

Her eyes were closed and she was breathing fast, her chest rising and falling in unison with my fingers. We both perspired in sexual arousal. She rocked her hips back and forth to match my thrusts.

I turned my head away as my thoughts again drifted to the encounter with the sexy light-skinned girl I bumped into, literally, at the upscale boutique. I couldn’t for the life of me keep my mind focused on Denise.

Her body was writhing beneath me as I kissed her neck, leaving my lips to linger on her flesh as I sucked hard, leaving a mark.

Thinking of the girl from the boutique was making me hot and my thoughts betrayed the reality of the situation by once again reminding me how I was instantly attracted to her the first time I laid eyes on her.

There was something different, unique, and almost exotic about her and I wasn’t just thinking about her mohawk either. Whatever it was kept drawing her into my thoughts, and although I didn’t know anything about her, I wanted to know more.

I sighed and silently encouraging myself to consider Denise’s needs for the moment.

She was soaked but I wasn’t going down on her no matter how much she begged.

After she told me where she stripped, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. That place didn’t have a raunchy reputation for no reason.

I could feel her getting close.

“Oh, God, no” she moaned, “I’m gonna cum!”

“I thought that’s what you wanted, woman,” I replied, amused as hell at her trying not to cum.

“I want your tongue,” she whined as she fought back the first orgasm I could feel building up deep inside.

My fingers continued fucking in and out of her pussy and within seconds I sensed that she was on the verge.

She moaned loudly as I finger fucked her senseless, as if I needed to try all that hard, and gently flicked my finger back and forth with each thrust. She bucked her hips and came hard as I let my fingers linger deep inside until her thighs stopped quivering.

I eventually got around to asking her to leave, which she did, very reluctantly, but not before begging me to pick her up for the art show later. To that, I foolishly agreed.

I got in the shower and as soon as the warm water hit my body, I started thinking back to old girl from the boutique. For some reason, she made me feel like I just had to know her. No woman had ever had that effect on me, not even my first. It seemed like she would make a firecracker of a lesbian. I swear I had to be the only gay motherfucker on the planet without gaydar, but then again that never halted my pursuit.

I grinned to myself, thinking back to that day. I wanted to hear that accent again. I wanted to know more about her, but I still didn’t know why her energy was so strong. I wanted to find out.

The weather was sunny and warm and the sky was clear blue. I’d just finished scouting a downtown location for a scheduled photo shoot. I scheduled it a few weeks before with the owner of the fashion boutique my motorcycle was parked in front of.

I packed light for the occasion. I left my SLR camera at the crib and brought the point and shoot to snap a few pictures of the boutique and surrounding shops. I slung the camera strap around my neck and entered the store. The clothes, advertised as highly fashionable, were high priced to match.

When I met with the store manager, I excused myself to the restroom and he quickly pointed me toward the rear of the shop.

As I entered, a short, petite, pale-skinned sales girl was exiting. We bumped into each other hard as I reflexively reached down to steady the camera hanging from my neck. I thought she was going to stumble so I grabbed her around her waist and pulled her toward me to steady her gait.

I felt my face get all hot and my head rushed a little while I considered, for a moment, how good my hands felt around her tiny waist, before quickly retracting them.

I scrunched up my face and gave her a puppy dog look before flashing a smile and backing up. My 5’9 frame towered over Ms. Short-stack and she rocked back on her heels a bit. She had to be about 4 feet 11 with a slender body that I assumed look as good without clothes as it did with them. I decided that she was ultra feminine with an edgy style, and if I was wrong then so be it. Her dress was fuckin’ bangin’. This girl had style, and class, and probably more than a little attitude come to think of it.

Her mohawk was hot, and she had brown eyes the color of rich caramel. She’s the kind of girl that if you saw her on the street, you would stop whatever you were doing to stare at her. Why? Because you wouldn’t be able to think of anything else until she was out of your sight.

”Oh, excuse me!” she exclaimed, in a southern drawl that I just knew had to be exaggerated ‘cause whoa. I hadn’t heard an accent that heavy, deep, and sexy since I first watched True Blood.

I said, “Excuse me, too, beautiful,” as she slipped past me and headed toward the front of the boutique. I watched her hips and ass sway as she walked away. She turned and saw me staring before I caught her roll her eyes as she turned around and continued on. I walked inside of what looked more like a beauty parlor than a ladies room and took care of my business.

Upon exiting, I saw the sales girl standing at the counter assisting a customer. I found my way back to the store manager. We put the final touches on the photo shoot and shook hands before making his way toward one of the back offices. Although my business at the boutique was done for now, I lingered, sneaking peeks at the honey dip I bumped into earlier.

I browsed the clearance rack in the men’s section before reluctantly making my way to the exit, but not before glancing back one last time.

I had no idea how long she had been watching me, but I caught her staring right at me. My face flushed and I hoped she couldn’t see my cheeks turn red. I hated that. One of the attributes of being a light bright skin motherfucker was that my face always gave me away when I felt flustered.

I realized that we were the only two in the shop and thought about spitting some game to her, but I had to get going.

I snapped back to the present and relished in the steady stream of warm water massaging my body. I had been in the shower a good 10 minutes and hadn’t accomplished a damn thing.

“Oh shit!” I thought, suddenly remembering that the art show was set to start in less than an hour. I had to book because I didn’t want to be late, and I had to pick up annoying ass Denise on the way there.

It was bound to be one hell of a night.

Rebel & Rene is a collaborative work between Alix B. Golden and Knowledge. Find Rene’s story, here every Tuesday, as told by Knowledge. To read more from her, please visit her blog, Stud With Swag.