Chapter 16
Sixteen
The sun was still hiding beyond the hills, keeping my bathroom’s light low with the moon’s stingy glow. I left Brisk to her new toys while I took a moment to decompress. Thick beads of water slid down my skin as I stalked the drain that it ultimately fell into. One hand against the shower wall, I cleared my face with the other every few seconds.
Life simply wasn’t fair. In no world or alternative should such a beautiful soul like Brisk’s be so troubled. While I’d had everything I’d ever need to succeed in life, she’d been given crumbs. Literal crumbs. It wasn’t fair to her or anyone in the same predicament.
Though her van was immaculate inside, even a blind mind could gather the lone fact that it was her living quarters. Though the bed didn’t give it away, immediately, the clothes hanging to dry, a fully stocked kitchen, and tons of prepaid shower and RV Park receipts were dead giveaways.
Every day, Brisk paid just to clean herself and to keep the power in her van on. Considering how those two bills quickly added up, I wondered how she managed with the shitty job she’d told me about at the soup kitchen.
A gush of wind hit the side of my body that was closest to the glass shower wall. Still wrapped up in the mind-numbing discovery I’d made, my eyes remained forward as the water trickled down my face. Without a word, I welcomed Brisk inside.
“Hi,” she smiled, warming every inch of me.
Though I still hadn’t turned around, I could hear it in her voice. It made it so much softer and so much more delicate. It’s half the reason I loved when she smiled with her words.
“Hi,” I repeated, feeling her hands grace my back.
“Are you okay?” She worried, kneading the kinks of my shoulders. Typical of a woman, to have her entire world up in flames but still wondering if others were inhaling too much of the smoke.
“Now that you’re here, I’m better.”
Unable to hold my composure any longer, I turned to meet the wrinkle lines on her forehead. The water bounced off her radiant skin before hitting the floor and traveling down the drain. Bare and in her natural essence, she faced me. I appreciated the view something awful, the evidence hardening my dick between us. Her dark pink areolas pebbled, piercing the small space between us.
“What about you, Brisk? Are you okay?”
“I could be better,” she tilted her head and pushed her lips out.
The pouting made no sense until I felt her long, thin fingers groping my dick. She was the boldest virgin I’d ever met. While it was appreciated - her lack of shyness - it was alarming at once. She had no business handling my shit with ease the way she was.
“Put ‘em down, Brisk,” I warned.
“If I don’t?” She teased, testing her limits and her luck.
“Brisk,” I tried, again, head falling backward as the feel of her stroking my shit quieted me.
“I want to feel it inside of me, Bello,” she breathed, “Please. Please don’t make me beg.”
“Brisk, baby, are you sure you’re ready for that?” In all seriousness, I needed to make sure that she understood what she was signing up for.
“After the last year I’ve had, I think I deserve it, Bello.”
“What you deserve is peace in the midst of the turmoil, and I can give that to you. It doesn’t have to include dick,” I preached.
“But, I think I need the bonus.”
Brisk wasn’t going to drop it. I could see the look in her eyes. She knew what she wanted and the time for her to receive it was now. Obliging, I pulled her under the showerhead with me. Our tongues danced as I blindly searched for the loofa she’d been using during her stay.
After getting it nice, wet, and loaded with the only body wash she had in the shower, I insisted that she step backward to give me enough room to work. Starting with her neck, I scrubbed away the day’s events. I circled her nipples a few times too many before lifting her arms one after the other to clean underneath them.
Our eyes remained with one another as I familiarized myself with her curves, blindly. Each and every one of them, eventually dropping the loofa and using my hands as sponges as I soaked up every inch of Brisk. Stomach. Thighs. Right leg. Left leg. Right foot. Left foot. Back. Waist.
And … her round, voluptuous ass that forced her hips to form parenthesis - which was also graced with the tips of my fingers.
“Bello,” Brisk whimpered in my arms.
“Spread them,” I commanded and she followed, standing on the tips of her toes as she acquired space between both legs.
Gently, I slid my hand from the edge of her pussy’s split, down her pebbled clit, across her entranceway, over her asshole, and to the end of her furnace.
“Oh, God.” Brisk’s head fell back onto my shoulder.
Once more and then a third time to remember the details and context of each centimeter. Her already clean pussy was squeaky, now. The length and arch of her neck as it rested on my skin were enticing, leaving me with merely a choice to indulge. I sunk my teeth into her light brown skin and slid my tongue across the untouched flesh between. Her body melted on me, back falling into my chest and arms falling at my side.
“Belloooo,” she cried for mercy. “I want to feel you inside of me.”
“Not here.”
“Yes. Right here,” her voice was low and lacey. Hardly recognizable and seemingly possessed.
Reaching back, Brisk grabbed my hard dick, stroking it with ease due to the water that drenched us both. As she tugged gently on my skin, unable to wrap her hand around it fully, she arched her back until my stick met her center.
What the fuck she do that for? I was desperate to know.
The sleekness and softness of her baldness were tantalizing, locking me under her spell as I observed her handle me in a way that only she ever could. Her pretty, manicured hands with natural nails rubbed the head of my dick at her entryway, back, and forward as I crouched a bit more with each stroke.
“You’re killing me,” I lowered my lips until they were at her ears.
Brisk wasn’t having it, pushing me back up so that she could reposition herself to accept every inch of me. Still, I didn’t think she was ready. Or, maybe it was the fact that I wasn’t ready because I knew that after I being inside of Brisk, my life would have new meaning. Vulnerability wasn’t a characteristic of mine, but I’d be damned if Brisk didn’t make it and I had only sniffed the pussy one time. This… this was next-level shit.
“Baby,” humbly, I groaned as she backed into me.
Why so fucking bold? Brisk braced herself with a deep inhale of steaminess as she received me from behind. A centimeter at a time, my dick slid into her tightness. Slowly, I pushed forward as she pushed backward with something to prove.
The bones of her knuckles tried freeing themselves from her reddened skin as she made fists against the shower wall, taking me in. Inch by inch, now. Once my balls graced the curve of her ass, relief washed over us both. Brisk’s hands unraveled and flattened against the surface, a small sign that she would be alright.
“I feel so full,” she cried out to me.
I had no words for her or the way that her pussy felt wrapped around my dick. The shit was ridiculous, and to the point that I was almost afraid to move. But, I had to. I wanted to be all up in Brisk’s guts, giving her little pussy exactly what it had been craving since she saw me that night at the party.
“Is this what the fuck you wanted, Brisk?”
I demanded an answer, pulling her body upright, and wrapping my right hand around her throat. With the other, I held her in place. Slowly, I slid out of her, partially, and then slid back in even slower. Her pussy salivated on my dick, its wetness being able to be distinguished from the water due to its slipperiness. Loosening my grip on her neck for a quick second, I pushed the showerhead in the opposite direction.
“Hummmm?” She still hadn’t answered me.
Her bottom lip slacked as the veins from her neck protruded. I continued to slide in and out of her at a slow, steady, but hard pace. I wanted to give her every inch of me - mind, body, dick, soul, and bank account. Whatever the fuck Brisk wanted from me she could have, which was half the reason my dick was lodged in her for the first time in a fucking shower. I wanted her first time to be more than this, but I could no longer deny her. What she wanted she got. It was settled.
“Yesssssss!” Brisk nodded her head continuously to assure me I was giving her body everything it desired at the moment. “Yes, baby.”
Baby . That word fell on my chest, weighing it down as I slowed down a little more and pushed Brisk’s body forward. I needed to enjoy the view and I needed her to throw that ass back with the same boldness she’d had just minutes ago. As her ass came into full view, the power I’d reserved all these years to pull out of every woman I’d ran up in - condom or not - I lost. I’d be making my deposit inside of her, and there was no questioning that shit.
“Fuck me back, bae,” I growled, one hand on the back of her neck with the other leaving a print on her ass from the loud smack I’d just placed on it. For this reason alone, I wanted to take my time with Brisk. Backshots turned me into a beast.
“Show daddy you’re not scared.”
Brisk wasn’t a sucker, aside from when she sucked my dick. Her limp body stiffened as she got her barrens together. She spread her legs far enough apart to give her the perfect amount of grip before tossing her big, wobbling ass at my midsection. Fuck, she’s glorious , I whimpered inside.
“Bellllloooooooo,” she finally got out.
“You’re going to make this dick cum,” I announced.
“Bel- Belllllllllloooo, I think I’m cummiiiiiiiiiing” Brisk huffed, on the brink of insanity right alone with me.
“Cum on your dick, then, baby.”
Though I knew it was rare on the first go, it was possible. Brisk was beyond the timid, awkward stage of her virginity which left her body open and awakened. She was aware of herself and had experienced an orgasm before, so it made her more likely to succumb to another as we meshed.
“Oh MY!”
Her floodgates opened, attempting to force me out of her, but I remained. As her pussy pulsated, it pulled the semen right from the head of my dick and into her well.
“Fuck,” I managed, breathlessly after she’d sucked me dry, “I love this shit, girl.”
How long until you know she’s the one? I questioned.
Brisk slept peacefully in my bed with a heart full of love and a pussy full of my semen. Evidence of her innocence smeared my sheets, but I’d get them cleaned in the morning. I had the idea of requesting she sign up for birth control at her earliest convenience, but I wasn’t into policing her body. If that’s what she wanted, then I’d gladly make sure she got it when the time came. In the meantime, I reminded myself to be cautious from this point on.
With a bottle of water in one hand and my cell in the other, I peeked over the hills of Huffington. And as it were true - literally and metaphorically - everything was beneath me at the very moment. I’d pushed so many kilos I’d lost count at this point, but no amount of money that came through my hand had made me feel like this.
This good.
This free.
This fucking on top of the world.
Not like Brisk.
A quick peek into the bedroom where she laid, a smile arched my lips and sped the rate of my heartbeat. As I shifted in position, I remembered the point of my minute alone and away from her. I needed to make a call. I located the contact in question and sent the call through. It was picked up on the second ring. Silence coated the lines, both of them.
“Bello,” my mother’s voice ached with concern, “You sound so close.”
She knew. She always knew. Which was why it wasn’t a surprise to her when she found dope amongst my belongings all those years ago as she did her weekly cleanings of my spot - on her own accord.
“I’ve found the love of my life, ma, and you must meet her,” I spat, not realizing that it was possible that she already had. It didn’t matter, though. She needed to meet this Brisk, not the one that she’d possibly encountered prior.
“I’d love to, son. Come home, but only when you’re ready,” she encouraged, the rage I once heard in her tone absent. She missed me and I sure as hell missed her.
“I’m coming alone, first, because I need you to help me pick out a ring.”