Chapter 12
Tumy didn’t know what to do when I answered her phone. She couldn’t speak anyway because my dick was buried too far in her guts.
The dude on the other end of the phone damn near screamed when he heard what I did to Tumy.
I knew he heard her moans and how hard I smacked her ass.
I only answered because the constant ringing almost interrupted my stroke.
I had never done no shit like that before, but I wasn’t against showing my crazy side if need be.
Tumy had that shit that would make me pop up in her crib before she got home from work.
She gave me the opportunity to get a feel of her, and I was going to take full advantage of it over the next couple of days. Just watching her cook breakfast in them little ass shorts made my mouth water. Between her smelling and tasting so good, I couldn’t help myself.
Once she fell asleep on my chest, I went right behind her.
When we woke up, we finished cooking breakfast, then we chilled for the rest of the day.
We spent time talking and getting to know each other better.
I enjoyed spending time with her, but I wasn’t sure if things would continue once we left.
For some reason, I hesitated asking her where she lived, and it seemed like she felt the same way.
Maybe neither one of us wanted to come to terms with not seeing each other outside of the cabin.
What if y’all live in the same place?
The thought of us living in the same city crossed my mind, but then I wasn’t ready to face the disappointment if we didn’t.
“You down for a little game?” I asked as we watched a movie. The fireplace blazed, warming the living room even more than it was.
Tumy sat next to me with her cat on her lap. I was okay with the thing because it hadn’t bothered me, and most of the time, I forgot he was here.
“What kind of game?” She put the cat on the floor and turned toward me.
Her hair was pulled in a messy ball with a scarf wrapped around the edges.
A burnt orange silk short pajama set covered her body.
I should say barely covered because the shorts were short.
The first two buttons on the shirt were open, and I noticed she didn’t have a bra on.
It wasn’t like we had anywhere to go, and I’d already seen her naked, so she didn’t need one on.
“How about a little never have I ever? It’s some liquor in the cabinet.”
“I guess.” She shrugged. “We can’t do anything else. I haven’t played that game since college.”
“I never played it, but I’ve been around when other people have.”
Some of my friends had to play games like that to get pussy, but I never had a problem. I wasn’t trying to trick no chick out of some ass. If it happened, it happened. If it didn’t, I moved on. I was never pressed.
I got up from the couch to get the bottle of white liquor I’d peeped earlier when I was in the kitchen. There were a couple of shot glasses in the cabinet, so I grabbed those too.
Tumy had lowered the volume on the television and wrapped herself in one of the throw blankets.
“You gonna get hot fucking with this,” I told her as I held the bottle up.
“Maybe, maybe not.” She smirked.
I sat down, then put the bottle and glasses on the table. I poured us each a shot, then passed her one.
“Let’s start with something simple. Never have I ever gotten a speeding ticket.”
She looked at me for a few seconds, then took her shot back, closing her eyes while she did. She coughed a little and patted her chest before she giggled. I shook my head, then threw my shot back.
“Never have I ever given someone a fake name.”
I cut my eyes at her and poured her another shot. “I know you’ve used plenty of fake names.”
“And have.” She stuck her tongue out and tossed the shot into her mouth.
I couldn’t help but laugh at her silliness. She was much looser than she was the first day. I liked that she’d been comfortable enough to be herself around me.
I picked up the remote and put on some music.
We asked a few more simple questions. I had to take a couple more shots than Tumy did, but I was still sober.
“Never have I ever kissed a celebrity.”
Tumy’s eyes widened when I drank my shot.
She put her shot glass on the table and leaned toward me. “Who?” Her elbows rested on her knees as she put her hands on the side of her face.
“Cute ass,” I teased. She looked like a little kid waiting for candy.
“Don’t try to distract me.” She blushed. “Who was it?”
“Symphony.”
Tumy gasped as her eyes got big as saucers.
Symphony was a local artist from Sunrise Valley, but she’d blown up over the last few years.
“Like when y’all were younger, or after she became a household name?”
“Like backstage at one of her concerts.”
Some other shit went on after that kiss, but I kept it to myself. Symphony and I were still cool, but nothing happened again after that night.
Tumy looked like she wanted to ask more questions, but I moved on.
The next round of questions went on for another few minutes, then we moved on to sexual shit.
Tumy’s eyes lowered, but her speech was still very clear, so I figured she wasn’t drunk. I did notice she pushed the blanket from around her shoulders. I felt good. Tipsy, but coherent.
“Never have I ever had a threesome.” I immediately drank my shot.
Tumy shook her head. “I’m not surprised.”
“You telling me you never have?”
It was crazy that I felt tightness in my chest with the thought of her having a threesome. I couldn’t see myself watching another man or woman fuck her after I did. I didn’t want to even think about her being with dude that called her phone, or anyone that wasn’t me.
“Never. I was intrigued, but never got a chance to do it,” she said, breaking me out of my thoughts.
“Never have I ever had sex in a public place.”
We looked at each other as we both took our shots back.
“Hm. Sex in public. I wouldn’t have guessed it. You wanna fuck in the snow?”
She threw her back and giggled, but I didn’t miss how red her cheeks had gotten.
“It was in the summertime, and it was in a park. I’m not trying to go in the cold.”
“All of this liquor we have flowing through our systems will keep us warm.”
She got quiet for a minute like she considered it, then she suddenly started laughing. Her hands were on her stomach as she continued to laugh like I told the funniest joke.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” She waved her hand. “I don’t even know why I laughed like that.” She cleared her throat and sat up straight.
“Sweetheart, you are drunk.” It wasn’t a question, because I already knew the answer. Her cheeks and neck reddened, and it wasn’t from her blushing. It was the liquor making her hot.
“I am, but I’m good. Everything I say or do is intentional.”
I got a little confused by her statement, but I completely forgot about it when she slid onto her knees in front of me.
“What you doing, sweetheart?”
“Nothing.” Her lips curled into a devious smile. “Are we still playing?”
“Yeah.” I sat up a little, anxious about whatever she had on her mind.
I made my dick jump when she ran her hand over the front of my sweatpants.
“I thought we could amp things up a little.” She sat back on her legs and unbuttoned two buttons. “Never have I ever sucked a stranger’s dick.” Her low eyes were on me as she bit her bottom lip.
“Shit, you know I haven’t.” I chuckled.
Tumy smiled, threw her shot back, then reached for the waistband of my pants and boxers. I pushed my hips up to get them down. My eyebrows creased when I noticed that she hadn’t swallowed the shot. She had me intrigued as hell.
Tumy slipped my dick into her mouth. The liquor was cold, and some of it ran out of her mouth. She released my dick and slurped up the liquid that dripped to my balls. I watched her put my dick back in her mouth and rub her hand on my thigh.
She stopped rubbing my thigh and gripped my dick with both hands. Her hands twisted as her head moved back and forth.
“Shit, girl.” My ass cheeks clenched. She gagged and spit on my dick, making her mouth wetter.
Every time she choked on my shit, I wanted to knock her in her head.
There was no way head should have felt that good.
I wasn’t sure if it was the liquor or if she just liked sucking my dick. Either way, I wasn’t complaining.
Tumy moaned around my dick. She stared at me as she sucked the soul out of my dick until I shot my seeds down her throat.