I Second That

Part 3

Vic, standing in front of Sherry with his hand holding her head while he ran his tongue over her neck. Mmm, he thought. "Sit back, baby." He told her as he reached down to grab hold of her knee.

Lifting up her leg, Vic gently guided her to lay back onto her queen-sized fluffy top bed that channeled a dark red velvet-like sheeting. Making Sure Sherry was comfortable, he climbed on top of her and treated her to the Vic Special – the kind of love that made women fall in love.

For her to fall for him was a dream he hoped would come true and soon. Since that day at the store, he wanted to run into her again, this time, to get to know her more.

Since that day, his homeboy Joey wouldn't stop teasing him; all he could talk about was Sherry, her looks, toes, her beautiful deep curly hair, and the way she spoke with the feminine husky voice. He was drowning in want from that very first day. As Joey said, "She must be a special woman to draw out such a response from you. Especially when no other woman has made an impact like that. Damn, bro, chill out!"

Trailing hot kisses, starting from the top of her curly crown, down to her face. Kissing her nose, one eye, and then the other, next to her chin. Sherry never felt so loved in all her life, and she wanted more. She noticed that he intentionally skipped over her lips as he traveled down further and was ready for what was to come.

Softly nipping at her neck, he groaned, realizing where her hands had gone. Sherry didn't think it fair to allow him to do all the work and felt he, too, needed to feel loved. Laying under him as he continued his kissing torment, She placed her hands on his chest, reeling in the exuberating feel of the tiny hairs on his chest. As his kisses went further down to her chest, he paid particular attention to each peak, each entire mound; hers went from his chest to the brim of his boxer shorts.

"Mm, babe, not yet." Told Vic when it was clear this woman was going to take him into her hands. He wasn't ready to end the night yet, and if she were to pull out his penis, he would burst his seed a second later. That's how sexually enthralled she had him; he needed to go slow and not rush her.

Sherry continued her own version of this sex torment, pushing his boxers down his leg as much as she could while being under him. Once satisfied, she grabbed hold of the member who provided the most pleasure and began a deep stroke. "Damn." he said, "Forget this." And pushed aside her hand, bent to pick up his pants to take out a condom. Sherry took it out of his hand, took the wrapper off, and slid it on. "Oh, how about a little rush fulfillment?"

That was all Vic needed to hear; "How about it, huh?" He responded, picking her up and slamming her back down on the bed. Vic lifted up both legs and scooted closer, bringing his swollen penis right at her lips. Glancing down at the pretty V with its shaved heart, he thought, Oh, my, I'm going to get a little taste later.

Slowly easing his thick head inside her juicy mound, the thickness caused Vic to groan loudly. "Ah, shit, baby!" Slowly at first, he pushed as profoundly as physically possible before pulling out. Doing this a good five or six times, making sure she was as into it as he was, he picked up the speed. The soft black headboard banging against the wall behind it, Sherry lost in a dream she's had multiple times since meeting him.

"Oh, yes, Vic, please don't stop." In the throes of ecstasy, she pushed up and down in hopes of making sure he received as much pleasure as he was giving out. Hearing his groan, then a growl, confirmed it for her making her want to show him she could give it just as lovely.

Pushing Vic on his back, he grinned as she climbed on top, "Do your thing, baby." He said, motivating her.

The thoroughly inspired Sherry began moving her body in short circles, keeping at a slow pace. Left to right, right to left until she lifted both legs from the bed, bringing herself into a squat position. Closing her eyes and moving up, then down. Up then down again repeatedly, increasing the pace at his grasp to her waist. He grunted, "Fuck, just like that, baby, I'm close." He pumped his penis, in rhythm to her bounces, deep into her, making her scream. Picking the pace up yet again, as though they are knee-deep in a race for millions, her yummy bounces paired with his powerful thrusts put them both at the edge.

Caught up in the throes of ecstasy, him howling along with her screams, they fell down in exhaust. He looked over at her with a broad smile, "Are you ok?" He asked, already knowing the truth.

"I am more than fine, love," Sherry responded, sharing his smile.

Vic looked back over to find Sherry sleeping. Well, damn. He thought.

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The ladies were on their monthly shopping trip and decided on Burlington this time around. Going through the women's blouse section, "So, tell me what happened!" Demanded Portia. "And, don't let out any details!" She warned, picking up a cute button-down, turquoise shirt.

Sherry loved her girl but knew she could be hard-pressed sometimes. How much should I tell her? She asked herself. "Well, during our chance meeting at Brian's, I got so nervous that I hid in the bathroom for a while."

"Oh, no, you didn't, girl!"

"I sort of did, I guess. Your calling gave me the excuse to run, and after your call, I couldn't find myself walking right out, but when I did, I noticed Vic stayed close by while Brian was in the backyard. He came up to me and handed me some numbers to contact him by, and I promised I would call that night." Continued Sherry. Not finding anything she liked on one rack and moving to the next.

"After I got home, I made myself call him, and I did, so don't give me that look!"

Laughing, "Ok, no looks from me but please continue, this is getting good."

"Well, I called, and we spoke on the phone for a bit until he asked if he could come over."

Gasping, "Oh, my, yes, yes, Sherry – tell me you did it!"

"Ugh, anyways to finish the story, he came over, we did some conversing and then..."

"Then, what? Please don't leave me hanging." Stated an anxious-looking Portia who at this point was no longer browsing through clothes, "You did it, didn't you?"

"One thing led to another, and we made love. Simply put. You wanted the little story, so you got it. No more questions, ok?"

From experience, Sherry knew her friend, Portia, could be a little overly thrilled at times. Having grown up on Lansing's west side, MI, they went through some things together. More specifically, when it had something to do with her love life. Or lack thereof. However, while Portia was a single woman, it was by choice, and her girl gave some excellent advice.

"Ok, but only one more question, please," Begged Portia, wielding puppy dog eyes. When Sherry was done, she didn't like to be kept going through the same paces.

"Fine."

"So, tell me, was it good or not because you acted like it was nothing." Portia stood with her hand on her hip; she wasn't letting this one go at all.

"Portia, it was the most exhilarating. I mean, he treated my body as if he really cared for me. Like I was his queen or something. I had never felt so saturated before, which could be based on the thickness of his member, but I was so completely satisfied. I wanted more, but I fell asleep, and when I woke up, it was to a cute little note he left saying he had to run and he'd call later."

"Wait, he left you? Did he even call?"

"Yes, he called, but I -"

"Didn't answer, huh? Wow," Portia finished.

"What's going on, Sherry? You know what you want, don't you?"

Sherry bit her lip, unsure of how to explain it. She had been hurt before, and even though Vic was different, there was a part of her that couldn't let her guard down completely. "I don't know. I guess I'm just... scared."

Portia nodded, understanding. "I get it, girl. But sometimes you have to take a chance. You deserve to be treated right. And from what I saw at Brian's, Vic looks like he might just be the one who can do that."

Portia felt terrible; from what she witnessed during their run-in, she knew he would be the one. Her friend can be hard on guys nowadays, though; she tended to defend herself before it was even right to do so, and she completely understood. Sherry often would give a guy her time just for him to throw it away, so she got it. Right now, though, Portia thought, I'm a need my girl to chill on that and get her man.