“Wow, way to go, ma bitch! Can we have a threesome date?”
Tina laughed. “I don’t like where this is going. Can you find another word, girl? Threesome ain’t the word I’m looking for right now!”
*
She parked the car and jumped out, smiling at Clay, who stood next to the external stairs at the corner of this six-storey apartment house where he lived. From his sixth floor corner apartment you could see the Long Beach waterfront and a part of the Oceanview campus with sprawling green grass and the shimmering sea beyond.
She got to Clay and realized how much she had missed him in these three weeks since she last saw him as her father read him the riot act and sent him packing and declared the relationship ended.
But fifteen minutes later, Clay was pacing around the large room while she watched him keenly, her hands on her chin, her eyes following him as he moved back and forth.
“Can we make sense of this muddle? We hook up, old Clay places his fragile heart in your hands. Then your Dad shoves his oar in and thinks I’m five classes below his daughter. A fabulous daughter, I agree. Then you go and have wild group sex with those guys, Matt and Jake. Have you ever considered a career in porn, sweetheart?”
“Shut up, Clay!” she snapped. “Don’t talk to me like that! I was merely being open, that’s why I told you that!”
“Being open,” he said slowly. “And did it occur to you that it might hurt me?”
“Why would it?”
He stared at her. “What?”
“Why would it hurt you and yet you broke up with me and ran away from Dad? A real man stays and fights for what he loves.”
“Can you tell me the best way to go about fighting a man like your Dad? Just give me an idea, because I don’t know where to start. As far as I was concered, the only way was to run away, both of us.”
“So let’s do it. Run away,” she said.
“Do you know how much money I make? You’d hate me in three days when I am unable to stick to your standards.”
“And what standards might those be?” Tina snapped.
“Let’s get back to this orgy stuff,” Clay said, stopping his pacing and sitting facing her. “How on earth did it start? You know, I broke up with you but I was buying time, trying to figure out how to get around your Dad.”
“You didn’t tell me that!”
“And now those guys, Matt and Jake, have been to places I haven’t been to.”
“Nobody’s stopping you.”
They stared at each other.
Three minutes later, Tina was sucking Clay’s dick, something she had never done before. He had only pulled his shorts down to his thighs, and she was kneeling infront of him, still fully dressed in her little red top that ended above her navel and her tight faded jeans shorts, and in her black ankle-strap pumps.
Clay began to move his hands along her back, down to her butt, leaning over her. He pulled up her red top and saw that she had a small white bra on. He stood up and grabbed her by the waist and hips and lifted her up, her legs going around his waist as he stood up, kissing her. Then he brought her down on the couch and grabbed her shorts. She smiled. He unzipped her shorts and pulled them off. He liked her sexy black panties that did not fully cover her slightly hairy mound.
He did not pull her panties off. Instead he pulled the black material to one side and brought his lips to the scarce hair where her clit was. He parted what seemed to be a crack under the scarce hair and saw a pink slit that made him catch his breath and his heart race. His tounge began to move on that clit. She began to moan.
There was no sign that she had been roughly taken by some eager white dicks only days before. Her pussy was just as exciting, as warm, as wet, as mysterious as it should be.
He suddenly moved his palm up and down along the top of her pussy and she gave a shout and grabbed his arm.
Soon his dick was moving up and down in the pink twat and he moaned when she tightened her pussy muscles as he felt his dick in a grip that touched all the nerves in his dick.
Some minutes later Clay was lying next to her on the couch, both still naked and Tina still in her strap heels.
“You know what? We are back on,” he said. “What we just did was signing a contract, and we are back on.”
“Sure? You won’t run away from Daddy?” Tina’s voice had a sleepy, slurred sound to it.
“No. I’ll fight Daddy for you.” Both laughed.
Just then her phone rang.
“Let it ring, baby.”
But she was on her feet. “It could be Malcolm, the new spy in the house.”
“Come on, don’t let them run your life for you.” Clay shook his head. He couldn’t take his eyes off the naked girl in pumps in the room. It was a rather rare sight in that room.
“I like your new fighting spirit,” she said as she picked the cell phone up from the table. “Matt! What does he want now?”
“I thought your Dad fired him after...after that occurrence?”
“He did.” She shrugged and pressed the receive button.