Blissful Sin

By J. Bango

Four years pass by quickly when reshaping a mind on campus and it is fair to say that some might have lost part of their own along the way. In the final book of the Diary of Decadence trilogy, Carissa and her crew hold nothing back with regards to career endeavors or conquests and exploitation of the flesh. The academic accomplishments in the latter are debatable, but the girls have learned to forego splitting hairs in such instances.

Plenty of surprises and new additions promise comedic intrigue and make you wonder how they hold the pace of their busy, twenty-something lifestyles. Barbecues get stranger and the house in California has been zoned commercial—in its transforming to a mental institution. You might also see a face or two from the past and as life promises, there will be some goodbyes as well.

Settle in for the fun that you’ve become accustomed to with this bunch, when Carissa brings everything home and full circle, as the seasons change.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J. Bango
• Release date: Jul 29, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311127747

J. Bango

#Chicklit for admirers of smart & #sexy satire, #romcom banter and #erotic word flavor. Life is hard―kick its ass. Love your fetish. #Collegehumor gone wild.Author of new adult fiction and romantic comedies. Realistic plots for today's reader, laced in satire and sexy, adult humor. A self-improvement book and an illustrated children's short story book are also available.My novels tend to bend towards a real-time and satirical view of the world with regards to all relationships˗˗friendships, lovers, family, education, career, all of it. There is no normal despite the fact that some spend a lifetime pursuing it. Normalcy is in the dysfunction of life. It's there; that the real fun and our most memorable times are created. Without loose threads, there is no laughter, no surprise, no reason to seek out anything or anyone. Simply put, I love characters who do what they want to do and make no excuses about it. They thrive and grow on experiences, which is exactly what the goal should be˗˗total freedom with no regret.I am a voracious reader when I'm not writing. My interests vary quite a bit with what I read and I guess that's what keeps me constantly searching for new concepts and perceptions. Nothing wrong with the classics mind you. Discovery can be found everywhere and it's enjoyable to see the birthing of imagination in others as they put pen to paper.It's also fair to say that I am very much a lover of the solitude and beauty that nature offers. Whether it be a lone sandy beach in the tropics, the gorgeous high country in Arizona or the ominous forests of upstate New York, I enjoy all of it. From time to time, I'll frequent a local brewery for a stout or two, but I certainly would never throw my nose up at a nice glass of red in the night time hours. Especially a rainy night with that perfect new book. Cheers!

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Twisted Days

Book 2 in the Trilogy: Diary of Decadence.

The Sequel to Waking Hunger. Book 3 Blissful Sin available.

Written by J. Bango

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Description

Pandora’s Box opened hastily, yet completely in Book one, Waking Hunger. Or did it? Here, it becomes more apparent than ever that the depths of Carissa and Chelsea’s zeal for the innovative and gratifying has no bottom after all. Welcome back to the continuation of the Decadence series, where the girls ramp up and attack life with every ounce of youthful vigor one can imagine.

When we left them last time, a rather large disappointment or two had stunned the girls into submission. Rest assured; this is temporary. These young women refuse to be thwarted in their efforts of plowing forward through the maze of eccentric fun and experiences. In other words, they haven’t left their seats and the roller coaster is climbing for another run of twists and turns.

Weekend jaunts to her parent’s house become an amusing staple, along with her somewhat peculiar transition into a new part-time gig. Several friends are introduced whom thicken the evolving storyline from week to week and support and defend her playful neuroses. The house becomes a pathway of insight for all, one leading toward unknown futures˗˗exactly what motivates us in our dreams and desires.

This volume quickens with a satirical look at life; in ways that make you laugh and at times leave you wanting to reach out and lend a helping hand. Of course, Mom and Dad return as well; seemingly throwing fuel on Carissa’s mental fire, yet in reality, laying the groundwork for the preparation this coed will need to endure in years to come. Through it all, she continues on the ultimate journey of exploring and attempting to balance a sex life, one that builds and strips clean like a spreadsheet tossed into a blender. Missed opportunities, however; are not to be found in any of their curriculum. Life is messy, she finds, but that doesn’t mean it’s not enjoyable or sexy when you learn to roll with it.

Both of us began linking and weaving ourselves into one another. Trina had started rubbing us together as we talked and the fever was stealing us away. Her skin did things to my mind that filled me with the same lust I get with Darren and Chels. That uncontrollable, attack-like yearning I saw all too many times from Trevor’s desk in our bedroom. The experiment days, when I watched people lose any sense of poise, in search of the pleasure found only in another’s touch. Churning and driving you forward as you were willing to wager life itself for the outcome that waited. She was of the special few who lit me up fast inside, having all those unique characteristics my senses desired.

Additional books from J. Bango

Self-Improvement

A Thanksgiving for the Spirit Soul Series

Change You now

Let Go, Be Still and Rise

Harvesting the Power Within

Contemporary & New Adult Fiction

Contains Situational Satire, Romance and Erotic Adventure

Diary of Decadence trilogy

Book 1: Waking Hunger

Book 2: Twisted Days

Book 3: Blissful Sin

The Gypsies of New Babylon Series

Skin Trader

Evie’s Tribe

Stand Alone Novels

Island Lies

Adult Humor

Weed-Seed Conundrum

Children’s Shorts

Bedtime Stories and Lessons

Table of Contents

Part 1: My Tangled Web.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Part 2: Dirty Little Secrets

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Additional books from J. Bango

Part 1: My Tangled Web.

Chapter 1

It was a little rough getting started, but I was happy to be back to work today. I missed my friends at the Kilt and being there was a nice distraction from the news I received a few hours ago, not really having processed it yet. Chels called me around noon and said that she just wanted to say hi, but I knew she was worried about me. That was sweet of her. She asked how I felt about skipping Enrique’s tonight and just hanging out at home together. It sounded fine to me, but I opted for playing it by ear in lieu of any unforeseen mini-meltdowns.

When I was driving home after my long day had finally ended, I did end up calling her to say I was on my way to his condo. No spazzing on my part, I just really wanted to get laid. I asked if she wanted to meet me there and after thinking it over, she told me that I should go alone and have him for myself tonight. That was fine with me. I went of course, desperately needing the distraction even if it was only short term.

Tomorrow would be another double shift and with my current mood being such as it was, I certainly wasn’t looking forward to a long ass day. I requested extra hours before leaving for Cali so I wouldn’t miss out on the money I lost over the weekend. Judging by how tired I was already, I wondered if that was such a good idea.

Enrique was sound asleep when I walked in his bedroom. My feet hurt form all the back and forth I did over the last sixteen or so hours. Stripping myself of the scant Celtic gear alone, proved to be a chore I struggled with at the late hour. You know how you feel when you wake up in the middle of the night after sleeping on your arm; it just dangles lifeless and uncontrollable and then you spill your water all over yourself like a fucktard—that’s how my entire body felt. I tripped, of course, attempting to step out of my skirt and nose-dived straight into the mattress. Totally not the epitome of sexiness on my part. There was maybe nine hours until my next shift began, which would be rough for sure. Once I was finally in the bed, I pulled the comforter off him so I could look at his pretty cock while I lotioned. It really was nice to look at even when he was sleeping. Clicking the cap closed on the container, I leaned over him and fed his meaty shaft to my mouth, closing my eyes with gratification for his taste. I never tired of that sensation. Every time I sucked him, was like the first time I had him poolside with Mica.

I had her running through my head now as if I didn’t have enough to deal with already. We hadn’t been together in quite some time and I can’t say that I didn’t miss it. Things were different though. Chels and I were committed to each other. Under no circumstances would I screw that up as I did with Trevor. Trevor. What an asshole.

Enrique stirred and I felt his hand running through my hair while I slowly savored the contour of his head. I didn’t say anything when I climbed aboard him, I simply left the day behind me, as his cock spread my pussy wide and entrenched itself deep inside me.

I went back to our apartment around four that morning, after two go-arounds with Latin Love. Chels was sleeping and despite trying not to wake her, she slowly did and I decided to immerse myself in her arms.

Hi baby, I whispered. I’m sorry I woke you.

It’s okay. I’m glad your home. I missed you.

I missed you too.

How was today?

Long, but good.

Enrique?

Tasty. Exactly what I needed at the end of such a long ass day. How was your day?

Kind of boring compared to your parents’ house.

Well not to worry my Goddess. The weekend will be here before you know it, I said, smiling and rubbing my nose softly against her cheek.

I can’t wait and I’m totally bringing all of our cameras this time.

Okay, whatever you want. Wait, did he leave the movie camera?

And the tripod.

"Wow…well good. I feel like we’re winning big in a divorce settlement or something."

Guilt I’ll bet.

Or he simply couldn’t get out of here fast enough. Do you wanna stay here Chels? Take the apartment over, you and me?

Yeah, I do to tell you the truth. It’s perfect being so close to campus and I like it here.

Me too.

Do you want to buy his stuff from him? You know, come to think of it, we should just keep it and stiff his ass, Carissa.

No, let’s not be like that. Let’s just pay him. It’s a good deal and we’re better than that.

You’re right I suppose. I’m happy your home.

Meeee too. Best part of my day.

Even over Enrique’s cock?

Over everything.

A few hours later, I woke up to Chelsea shaking me and the alarm clock going off in the distance. I felt like a truck sideswiped me. People, mostly men, came to our restaurant to look at hot girls and the skin we showed. How I was going to pull off hotness wasn’t even a question. It was a joke if anything and judging by my achiness, my usual sexy swagger was to be nothing more than a limp and impress no one.

Oh my God, it cannot be time already, I mumbled in serious pain.

It is Pumpkin, sorry.

Ughh. How am I going to do this today? I said, whining.

You just need a shower and to get moving. You’ll be fine. Do you want breakfast?

Chels…I don’t think I can.

"Holy crap. You’re turning down breakfast? Take a shower and see how you feel okay."

Okay. Chels?

Yeah?

Can you help me to the shower?

C’mon, we’ll go together, she said, laughing at me and helping me to my feet. Geeze Carissa, you’re like dead weight, honey.

Ahhhhh! My feet hurt so badly. I broke myself.

Poor baby. How about this…if you can stand up for me the entire time we’re in the shower, I’ll give you your favorite massage when we’re done.

Don’t tease me unless you’re serious. I would love that so much, I said, wincing as hobbled my way into the bathroom. Can I have both hands like last time?

Ah haaaaa, you liked that version did you? You’re a naughty friggen pervert.

That was the yummiest; it’s like paradise in my ass, I laughed.

I think that might be an oxymoron, honey, but whatever makes you happy.

It turned out to be more than just the massage. Between my ruined feet and now my delightfully violated ass, I wondered if I’d be able to walk myself into the restaurant for my shift. I was ten minutes late, but considering I had barely left the building in the last twenty-four hours, I don’t think anyone even noticed.

I hurried to set up my tables and was oblivious to everything else happening around me. While leaning over to refill a sugar caddy, I felt a hand go up my skirt, firmly fiddling with my pussy from behind. This was not the day for a ballsy cook to cross that line, I thought. I may not be able to walk or think, but I’m pretty sure I can still manage to bust a plate over someone’s head. When I turned to look up, I saw that it was Mia, my exotic Asian hottie. She was a server here too; the girl I mentioned that I started a fling with and had a mad crush on. One whom also never seemed to be worried about being caught with her hand in my cooch.

What are you doing? I whispered.

Playing with your pussy, she whispered back. Why are we whispering?

Ummmm, do you think that’s such a good idea in the middle of the dining room?

Yeah, you’re probably right. Phooey. This place is boring.

How are you, pretty Mia?

Okay, school sucks. How’s your mom?

Ummm…that’s debatable and a long story.

Hey, can you help me move some juice boxes? I need a Pepsi for the server station.

We went to the stockroom by the rear door and made are way to the back of it, past all the junk that was piled to the ceiling. For such a well-kept restaurant, this room was an utter crap hole. I was in front of Mia, reaching down to grab my box, when I felt her hands move up my thighs and pull my G-string down to my knees. I turned to face her, but before I could say anything, she pushed me against the boxes hard, pinning me against them.

What are you doing? I whispered again."

I just wanted to say hi, she said, smiling as her hand went between my legs.

She pressed herself against my knees and injected me with her finger all at once. I honestly tried to stop her—for about five seconds. Defeated and loving it, I let her kiss me. My panties fell down around my ankles as she hiked up my skirt, exposing all of me.

My sneaky partner in crime had her way with me for a good five minutes and she had me pretty close, until we heard a door slam. Both of us froze and then started giggling quietly as she helped me get dressed. It turned out that it was only one of the cooks taking produce boxes out the rear door to the trash. A lost orgasm. Such a waste, I thought.

Deciding not to tempt fate, however, we abandoned our naughty cubbyhole. People were in and out of that room non-stop and we were sitting ducks. More like half-naked co-eds, but you get the point. Explaining to Chels why I was fired for getting fucked between cases of ketchup and bags of hamburger buns, was the last thing I needed in my life. Mia carried her Pepsi box though the kitchen, with me walking next to her, fixing my hair and adjusting my string.

By the way Carissa, why are you walking so funny today? She asked, smiling at me.

"Hey, I worked a double yesterday and, I busted my butt at the disaster area that is my parents’ house all weekend."

Uh huh…whatever you say. Something busted your butt all right. I know that walk all too well. So does every other woman in the place by the way.

That obvious, huh, I said, laughing.

Ridiculously. Lucky bitch. Good for you. Can you hook this up for me, Carissa? My wrists are never strong enough to get that thing into that other thing.

I beg to differ, you’re wrists are plenty strong from what I just saw, but sure.

Yeah, funny thing is; I’m good at handling dicks and pussy, but this mechanical shit; forget about it.

I was so close too, I said, winking at her.

Thinking for only a brief moment, she leaned in next to my ear Meet me in the bathroom in two minutes. Let’s finish you.

They just opened the front doors, I said. Without another word, she turned and walked away towards the bathroom.

I finished hooking up the juice box connection and looked around the restaurant quickly. No one had come in yet and all the girls were standing in small groups chatting and applying make-up. One of the cool things about working in a restaurant is that no one really pays much attention to what you’re doing. If you’re moving—everyone, including the manager, assumes you’re doing something important and handling business. So, whether said business is morning prep, taking orders or sneaking off to get fucked, no one is the wiser and they certainly wouldn’t question it. People hate looking like a fool and generally decide to walk the other way where their integrity can survive another shift unscathed. Inside the bathroom, Mia stood waiting and holding the door to the handicap stall open. I went towards her and walked into the stall, watching her lock the latch and trapping us together.

She unclasped the Celtic purse around my waist and I knew already that she would want me naked from the waist down. Unbuttoning my skirt, I slipped out of it one leg at time and hung it on the doors hook. It was freezing in here, I thought to myself, as I closed my eyes and leaned against the stall partition. She took my panties from again and quickly forced two fingers inside me this time. Realistically, I should eating something, but this was too good to pass up. I raised one leg up and wrapped it around her waist to open myself more for her. God, I wanted her naked with me so badly. Her free hand held me by the waist and we listened patiently to the slurping sounds that already oozed from my pussy.

Don’t stop this time Mia. Okay? Even if someone comes.

Okay, I won’t. Take your time.

Okay…ughhhhh!

Her lips sucked at my neck passionately as I began to moan for her. The echo was a dead giveaway, but I was too tired and way too much a hot mess already to give a shit. I couldn’t help reaching under her plaid skirt and pulling her beautiful ass towards me. Squeezing and groping at its perfect meatiness. Her ass was so fine and firm and I caressed its smooth skin whenever I had the chance. Decorum wasn’t exactly the best of our qualities throughout the day.

Take you clothes off and fuck me, Mia, I said, breathing deeply.

"You like that? She teased.

I love, I said, leaning my neck forward for her to suck on me again. Get naked, I panted while unbuttoning my shirt.

Slow down, Carissa, she laughed. We’re at work, not in a bedroom.

Too late. You should have thought about that earlier.

I hung my shirt and began stripping her as fast as I could. She protested a little until she realized that nothing would stop me unless she raised her voice. That was something not attainable given our situation. Piece by piece she gave into me as we listened to the muffled sounds of the lunch crowd filing indoors.

Once again, I forgot about my sore feet and Trevor. I was heaving loudly, but surprisingly no one walked in on us. When I started to cum, my instinct was at least to try for quiet, but that also turned out to be no more than a miserable failure. There wasn’t one inconspicuous morsel left in me, which Mia found out the hard way. I jettisoned a hard stream down in the direction of the floor, drenching one of her shoes and sock.

Shit, I look like I stepped in a puddle.

You kinda did, I panted back at her.

She dressed quickly and left me alone to wash her hand and forearm off in the sink. When I walked out fastening my bra, poor Mia was attempting to clean off her shoe, but it was a lost cause at this point. The two of us made our way back out to the dining area where we took our first tables of the day. As I said, you can scream all you want as long as you look busy.

After my first shift was over, I had a half hour dinner break coming to me. I put my order in for food and then walked Mia to her truck. I immediately crawled to her side and attacked her. It had been a while since the two of us spent any time alone together outside of work. With everything that happened over the last few months, I simply didn’t have the means to fit even one more item into my schedule. She was terribly funny and we always had a good time together whether it was at work or at our private meetups. I thought about how I really did miss seeing her outside of work. My relatively new lust was stunningly attractive and could be, in my opinion, put on the same level as Chelsea with respect to looks.

Can you recline us?

Yes…I can, she said, smiling at me deliciously as I crawled on top of her.

Take your jeans off, I said, frantically unbuttoning her.

Carissa, right here in the lot?

Yes, c’mon hurry. I only have half an hour, I said, looking around the lot briefly and feeling my heart race.

Okay, but when are we going to spend time together? I miss you.

I’m sorry, I pleaded, tugging her pant legs past her feet. I promise I’ll make more time for you. I swear.

Yeah, I’ve heard that before. Put a tit in mouth, she huffed at me. And take your panties off.

Rip them off.

I am not ripping your panties off. You have another full shift to work. Besides, food and beverage laws require that you must where panties while serving people their food.

You may have a point. Wait, no it doesn’t.

Whatever. Carissa I really like you. I know you have a lot going on, but can I have just a little bit each week?

I really like you too. I promise you I’ll make this work, okay.

Mia had a way with me that I couldn’t exactly put my finger on. My attraction to her was much stronger than even Mica. I think I just really liked the girl, period.

Take these off Mia. Hurry.

Now mine…you can rip.

Yeah?

Yes, she said, smiling at me.

I pulled at them hard until I heard the tearing sound and saw them break free. We turned our bodies into one another while fumbling about to be closer. Eventually, our pussies locked tightly together. I fucked her with no mercy in my work parking lot and felt not one bit of shame.

Chels…Chels…

Huh?

The alarm, turn it off.

Carissa, you’re closer to it than I am.

But, I’m dead.

Yeah, you don’t sound dead, Blondie, she complained, forcing herself out of bed. Are you working today?

Of course. Day shift only though.

Mmmm…that’s nice, she mumbled, laying herself down again, half on and half off me.

Hey, do you want to have a date night tonight? Maybe go out to dinner.

Sure…that sounds…ahhhhh shit, I can’t.

Why?

Lab reschedule. I forgot…well, I mean I haven’t seen you to tell you. My lab time is six to midnight.

What happened now?

Same, she mumbled, with her face buried in my tit.

Seriously Chels. It sounds like Palo Verde Nuclear Plant is safer than your classroom.

Nah, I wear gloves.

Jesus, you’re insane, all of you. I think you science people have stared into a microscope once too often.

I’d ask you to come with, but you don’t have clearance. Plus, it’s boring there. There’s nowhere to have sex.

Sounds like you’ve already checked that out.

Of course. Would you expect any less of me?

Certainly not, my little horn dog beauty queen. So, you’re off today then?

Yep. You want breakfast, Carissa?

No, you go back to sleep. You look horrible.

I beg your pardon. I never look horrible.

Your right, actually. Poor choice of words. Go to sleep. I have to get ready for work.

Night, night.

I slid out from under her and headed to the shower, grateful that I had only one shift today. With Chels not getting up, I suddenly had a bunch of extra time to get ready. I changed my mind and threw a pair of shorts and a t-shirt on before running out the door. Enrique would still be home and I had a good hour in front of me to spend getting laid. Getting slammed by amazing dick is always a perfect start. As I jogged downstairs, I smiled and took a few deep breaths. The temp was still relatively cool and it was quiet in our complex yet. I liked these types of mornings.

My day at work would be an easy one as I said, but what I wasn’t aware of, is how my own personal butterfly effect had already begun it’s churning. Flapping its wings like a fucking psycho and rocking the boat I didn’t own. Over the next few days, my world would become cluttered and complicated as if I didn’t have enough crap to keep tabs on. I could neatly label Trevor as the catalyst that set it all in motion, and maybe in some way it was. His lame retreat fit the timeline and no one could argue against it too much in all probability. Especially if you’re a conspiracy theorist. That’s reaching though, even for a pissed off and disappointed ex-girlfriend. No, all of which was about to fall into my lap was Carissa being greedy and weak again.

I assumed the queasiness in my stomach was because my legs would be spread open in a matter of minutes. Naked in his bed with Latin, chocolate cock filling and working me into a sweaty rage. Maybe—but, maybe deep inside, I somehow knew that a similar storm was brewing and would soon have me bouncing off walls; searching for excuses and viable options in keeping secrets.

Work was busy as soon as the doors opened. It wasn’t until about two o’clock that the lunch rush settled down and we all had a little bit of a breather. To clean the place up and relax with a little chit chat. I was talking with a couple of girls by the bar when Mia swung around the corner and patted me on my ass.

What’s up Chica’s?

Hey Mia, everyone rang out.

One of the girls, Bethany, continued talking about how she was stiffed on a walk out, while we all listened and shook our heads in disgust. A few minutes went by when the other two had new tables sat and it was just Mia and I standing together.

Hi! Just the girl I was looking for, I said, perking up.

Oh really, she said, deviously.

"No, not that. I mean yes…but no. I was wondering if you would like to go out on a date with me tonight after work."

Really? she asked, smiling her pretty smile.

Yeah. I was thinking we go home and shower and then we can meet up at a restaurant. I want to take you to dinner.

Yeah! Yes! Yes, I would love to.

Okay, it’s a date, and we’re going to have the best time.

Ughhhhh! I want to hug you so bad right now, I can’t stand it.

Oh, come on; bring it in, Mia baby. She rushed me, threw her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss on my cheek. You supply dessert though, sweetie, I said, winking at her. You know what I like.

Yes, I do, she purred at me. And you, my darling Carissa, will not be disappointed.

I never am with you, my little Asian Princess.

Hey, what are you going to wear?

Mmmm…mini skirt. I want you to have to stare at the goods all night and crave me.

Ah haaaaa! You naughty, naughty bitch, you.

I know, and you love it. Will you do me a favor though?

Of course. What’s up?

Will you pat me on the ass again as I walk away. I have to check my tables.

She looked around the room, slid her hand under my skirt and massaged my cheeks quite sensuously.

How’s that? She asked, softly.

Yummy. Okay, my tables are going to have to wait. You know, they need to give us more breaks here.

Later in the day at around six-thirty, we met at a pretty hip and swanky restaurant inside one of the hotels in Scottsdale. It had way cool mood lighting and they play club mixes in the background. The two of us sat in one of the semicircular, white and high back booths that allowed both our mini-skirt clad selves to be cozy at the get-go. We ordered a bottle of wine and snuggled up close to one another, sneaking generous kisses and adoring each other. Mia was smiling ear to ear and I could feel that I was doing the same.

So tell me about your boyfriends. I mean, if that’s okay. You’ve never really said much about them.

"Do you want to see pictures?’

Of course. Let’s see what you’re working with.

She pulled her wallet out of her bag and flipped to the photo inserts where she pointed each one out separately. One of them was a very handsome, clean-cut black guy named Darren who sported a much defined six pack. Quite possibly a twelve."

Oh, wow. He’s very handsome.

Yeah, he is, isn’t he? And…he’s very blessed, if you catch my drift.

Nice, I said, laughing. Where’s that picture?

I don’t carry a picture of his dick around with me, Carissa.

Why not?

Because…I never thought anyone would ask. Apparently, I misjudged that assumption.

Well, get with the times girl. Get your perv on already, I teased.

What about you?

"I don’t have a picture unfortunately. You know, come to think of it, I have a ton of pics of him in a file. I need to put one in my wallet. Anyway, he’s Hispanic and he’s a super sweet guy. He went with Chels and me to my parents’ house last weekend and totally helped out so much. What else? He’s really hot…and he has a great cock. His cock is actually big and meaty and black, which I love. God, I love it so much. I can’t even tell you how much that gets me going.

Well see, you’re halfway there, she said, as we both laughed.

We need to hook you up with the full black package though, Carissa.

You know, I’ve never been with a black guy.

Really?

Nope. Enrique is like a light chocolate I would say.

Your boyfriends name is Enrique?

Yeah. Why?

"Well if my boyfriend’s name is Darren and we both agree that he’s hot, your boyfriend who is named Enrique must be hotter than the sun."

I ran my hand across her silky smooth thigh and I wanted nothing more than to consume every inch of her, right there in front of everyone.

So what about your girlfriend… I cut her off, waiving my engagement ring in front of her. Oh my God! You two are engaged?

Yep.

How come I never noticed that?

It’s only been a little over a month.

Still, nice ring, Carissa.

I know, I said, doing a little school girl scrunch.

Well, let me see. Do you have a pic?

Of course, my phone is full of her.

So, come on, give it up. I wanna see.

I flipped through and opened the file marked Enrique first. Mia lit up and said I did well. I hadn’t met the girl yet who didn’t smile when they saw his pretty face. After a minute or two, I moved on to Chelsea’s pics, knowing exactly the kind of reaction that was soon to come.

Here you go.

"Holy shit!"

I know. Have you ever seen anything like that before?

"No…no, I haven’t. Oh, my God! She’s stunning, Carissa."

She is. What can I say… leaning over and kissing her wet lips several times, I have extremely good taste in my men and women.

Awwwww thank you, but…

But what?

Carissa, I don’t fall into this category. Not even close.

I disagree, Mia. You’re very much in the same category.

Yeah, I am so eating your pussy tonight for that. You have no idea. She’s a model I take it?

Victoria’s Secret.

You know, usually I would say ‘get the fuck out’, but not with her.

Maybe you’ll meet her sometime. You’d like her. She’s amazing.

"Like her. Carissa, I almost came looking at her on your phone.

We took our time with dinner and simply enjoyed having an evening out together. One that had nothing to do with matching plaid skirts or people shouting at T.V. screens over a ball game. I am completely as comfortable with her as I am with Chels. I just adore this girl. I also didn’t feel an ounce of guilt about that adoration for her. Adoration is one thing, but I worship my Goddess.

Mia took me to her room as soon as we arrived at her house. She had her own collection of toys and we got right down business once the bedroom door closed. The chemistry between us was undeniable to say the least. It wasn’t the first time we had sex of course, but we were closer now and definitely much more intimate. I felt like I could really get myself into trouble with her. It was stupid and careless thinking on my part; however, I didn’t care, being caught up in another sweaty moment. As we laid there naked and intertwined, I explained how she meant the world to me, yet I would never leave Chels. She smiled and kissed me so passionately that it hurt and told me that everything was okay. That just having this now, between us, was okay.

After a couple hours of the fabulously satisfying dessert I was promised, we walked out to her kitchen for water. To my surprise, Mia said hello to someone through the opening leading into the living room. I heard the voice coming from the T.V. lit room answer back and before I knew what was happening, she took me by the hand and led me towards it. The two of us are only wearing panties at this point, mind you. It hadn’t dawned on me that anyone else was home, because I didn’t hear a sound throughout the house the entire time. No big deal for her, although it’s not quite how I introduce myself to new acquaintances. What’s done is done, I figured, as I stood practically naked in front of him. I don’t usually suck a stranger’s cock on a Wednesday afternoon at the pool either. That turned out great in the end with me stealing Enrique from Mica, so what the hell.

Darren, this is Carissa. She is my beautiful and sweet friend from work. Carissa, this is Darren.

He stood up and smiled easily, extending his hand to me and appearing to be even more attractive than his picture.

Carissa, I’m pleased to meet you.

Nice to meet you too, Darren.

He was a big man, bigger than Enrique was and just as fit. Handsome is an understatement. There was also a vibe about him that lent itself to comfortable and—virile I guess, making him that more attractive. I made no attempt to pull my hand away from his while staring at his face. What I finally noticed is that I had been biting my lower lip the entire time and doing it right next to Mia. There wasn’t any doubt in my mind how busted I was. Not my fault though. I was led by her own hand to the dark chocolate river of yumminess.

All three of us stood together in our underwear exchanging niceties until finally, Mia led me back to her room. We laid on her bed again where she rested her face against mine.

What did you think? Darren, I mean.

"He’s…yeah. He’s very, very…ooooh. That