You Can Come Up

By Dr. Charles Allen

The names are fictitious. The events that unfold tell a story of a young man confronted with heated passion. He copes with this weakness and inability to control his desires by confronting the very thing that inflames his interest: Desirable women.

The thoughts and experiences of this young man are told in a romantic tale. Although, he is familiar with sexual passion, the road to his uncontrollable want for it pushes him over the edge.

I hope you enjoy reading it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Dec 22, 2016
• ISBN: 9781365627835

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You Can Come Up

You Can Come Up

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Copyright © 2016 by Charles Allen

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in Publication Data

Is available upon request.

ISBN 978-1-365-62783-5

Printed in the United States of America

Photo Credits:  Unless otherwise credited, all photos are from the author’s collection.

Dedication

This book is dedicated to Vida Clark. A great romance author who inspired me to write.  Without her inspiration and motivation this book would not be possible.

Acknowledgments

I’d particularly like to thank my editors and friends Brenda Webb and Rashida Shuler for their time in editing the manuscript for this book.  Their efforts helped find and correct typographical and grammatical errors overlooked by this author.  They helped move a work in progress from manuscript to published work in record time.  Their assistance was very much appreciated.

Other books by Charles Allen

A Poets Heart

The Heart of Three Poets

Love Poems from the Heart

Contents

You Can Come Up

Edition

Dedication

Acknowledgments

Other books by Charles Allen

Preface

Our Lives Begin

This Cannot Be Real

Best of Friends

Making New Friends

Learning to Accept

Moving Out

Thoughts of Passion

First Day at Work

Hard at Work

Leaving Her

Getting to Know Her

Thinking Back On It All

Something Better

Making Choices

The Strange Visit

Best of Friends

Bitter Sweet Reality

Wide Open

Old Friends

Placing Blame

Off Limits

Setting Things Straight

Wrapping Things Up

Confused

Making Friends

Her First Ride

Search for Answers

The Three of Us

Coming Home

Disappointment

Taking Chances

Betrayed

Bringing Back Memories

Catching Up

Fresh Beginnings

Company Coming Over

Orientation

Blinded by Passion

A Taste of Honey

Piercing Love

Preface

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In the process of writing this book, I drew upon the many experiences spent overseas while serving in the military.  As well as some of the experiences spent here in the United States.

The names are fictitious. The events that unfold tell a story of a young man confronted with heated passion. He copes with this weakness and inability to control his desires by confronting the very thing that inflames him the most: Desirable women.

The thoughts and experiences of this young man are told in a romantic tale.  Although, he is familiar with sexual passion, the road to his uncontrollable want for it pushes him over the edge.

I hope you enjoy reading it.

Our Lives Begin

The silence remained quiet as I laid there between the two of them.  The passion that I experienced with these beautiful women makes me ache for more.  But for now we lay here spent, exhausted and pleasantly happy with each other.  It’s nearly three o’clock in the morning and I have no explanation or excuse for what happened last night.

It started out as an innocent visit in response to a friend’s request to meet. I have nothing to say in defense for myself. I hear the soft rustle of the sheets and the gentle moans from her as she rolls towards me in the bed. These are the only sounds in the room. I look over at her and watch her gently smile in her sleep.  I turn towards her friend on the other side of me and noticed the covers had slipped down from her shoulders.  Her full voluptuous breasts shimmered in the moon lit room. 

Suddenly I am startled by the vibrating buzz from my cell phone alerting me that I had just received a message.

As I looked down at my phone I could see the message was from my wife. It read, I’m on my way up.

How, did I find myself in this situation?  How is it that I’ve become this sex addict?

My name is Royal Mitchell and I’m a Washington, DC private detective married to my very beautiful wife Raven.

Raven and I met while I was in law school in North Carolina.  We couldn’t keep our hands off one another.  It was love at first sight and the chemistry between us was a match made in heaven.  Studying to make good grades and staying out of trouble were possible because of Raven.  She kept me focused.  On days when I wanted to put down the books and go out and party with the guys she would block the door and with a stern look and say, You want to pass the bar exam or not?  I would hug her and get back to the books with her saying with a smile, You can thank me later!

After graduation we married and moved to Washington, DC. Raven received her degree in Biology with a minor in business management.  She applied for a job at a major hospital in the area.  She wanted very much to be a nurse but she wanted to be a hospital administrator most of all.  She got a job interview at the hospital one day and was hired the next.  Raven is an amazing woman.

I don’t have many friends.  But the ones I do have, I keep close by.  Jasmine is one of them.    I met Jasmine way before I met my wife Raven.  Jasmine is married now with no children and her husband, Jay, is a great guy.    Jay was Jasmine’s college sweetheart and a very good friend of mine.  We were all in college at about the same time.  The three of us are from North Carolina.

Whenever Jasmine and I get together we do not get ourselves in any compromising positions and nothing sexual is going on between us. I remember Jasmine once said, Our friendship is what makes life great: I must agree with her.  Sometimes all it takes is a look from her and we both burst into laughter for no reason at all.  Being silly is part of being friends with Jasmine. Jasmine wasn’t always like this.  The innocent young woman you see now. I got to know Jasmine during a sexual encounter she had.  It was behind a trash dumpster.

Jasmine was poor and homeless.  Her family lived in an abandoned house within the row of houses across the freeway.   It all began when I came home one summer from college to visit my uncle in North Carolina.  While waiting in the car for my uncle at the grocery store I saw Jasmine.  She was a young girl in tattered clothes going from person to person with her hand out, obviously begging. The girl was rather attractive in spite of what she had on.  Her hair was braided and she had the cutest smile.  I was curious and wanted to meet her.  So, I called her over.  What chu’ won’t? she asked, as she walked towards the car.  Saw you over there and wanted to meet you.  What’s up? I asked her.  She tried to act all hard and defensive when she said, None of your business.  Why you want to know anyway? I smiled at her but before I could get another word out a woman’s voice yelled loudly from across the parking lot, Jasmine, what’s the problem? Get to work girl! Abruptly, Jasmine turned toward the voice, waved goodbye to me and said, Got to Go!

Jasmine had the prettiest skin and smelled of spice and honey.  I was drawn to her.  She smiled at me before she ran off.  It was then that my Uncle came back to the car and said, I see the local beggars are back.  Why don’t these people get a job?  They’re out here every Sunday. He muttered, as I started up the car and headed for home.  We were about to pull into traffic when I caught a glimpse of Jasmine standing next to a car begging.  Jasmine waved at me and I waved back. In that moment, I was certain to come back next Sunday.  I wanted to see Jasmine again. Little did I know that our next encounter would introduce me to my first Out-of-Dream sexual experience;

I only say that because most of us dream of sexual fantasies but rarely get to experience them.

That next Sunday I drove back to the same parking lot where I last met Jasmine, but she wasn’t there.  I waited for over an hour and thought I had missed her.  Suddenly, from behind me I heard someone say, You waiting again I see.  I turned around to find Jasmine in the same clothes that she had on last Sunday.  I was hoping to see you.  I happily expressed.  She walked around to the front of my car and said, Why did you want to see me?  I reached into my pocket and pulled out a ten dollar bill and said, I remembered that I didn’t give you anything last week when you came up to the car.  So, I wanted to make it up to you.

I didn’t ask you for anything if you remember. She replied,   But, if you want me to, I’ll take it.  She smiled and shoved the ten dollars into her skirt pocket.  I wanted to get to know her.  So, we talked for a while. Our conversation was short lived when a large older woman walked over to the car and said, Someone wants to see you. The woman pointed to a car parked in the lot down from us.  Jasmine cautiously looked across the parking lot before walking towards the car.

You seem rather nice. The woman said to me smiling.  Jasmine will be right back.  She left to follow behind Jasmine towards the car.  I watched as the car drove off with the two of them.  The woman’s voice seemed familiar and it came to me that it was the same voice that yelled for Jasmine last Sunday.  I didn’t know whether to leave or wait.  Eventually I decided on the later, reclining my car seat and listening to the radio.  About an hour had gone by when I decided to abandon the waiting game.  Just as I started up the car, I looked in the rear view mirror and saw Jasmine running up to the car.

Royal, where are you going? I told you I’d be right back. She said.  I looked her in the eye, This isn’t exactly right back.  She laughed and again we heard the woman’s voice calling, Jasmine!  Jasmine!  The woman is standing by a different car now and beckoning Jasmine over.  Can you come by tomorrow? Jasmine asked.  Sure! I replied, wanting to see her again.  But now I’m curious.  What’s with all of the car switching?  Where are they going?

I saw that the car they were in had stopped for a crowd of shoppers and was not too far from me.  So, I followed.

From a distance I could see them driving through an abandoned parking lot that once belonged to a super market.  The market had long since closed and they pulled over behind the abandoned building. I parked my car way off and walked over to where they had turned.  There behind the building near a trash dumpster I could see the guy with his pants pulled down and Jasmine on her knees in front of him.  The older woman that was with Jasmine had her dress pulled up and the guy had his hand under it.  The older woman was putting her breast in the guy’s mouth.  He was licking at the woman’s nipples.  Jasmine and this older woman were giving this guy a head job, vagina play and some nipple action.  My love stick got big as I watched the three of them.  I couldn’t watch much more.  My sexual urges were about to explode.  I walked back to my car with a huge erection. I could barely sit down.  What was that? I asked myself.  I envied the guy, whoever he was, and wondered if there was any way I could get that done to me.  Without warning I heard a light tapping on the window; it was Jasmine!

I saw the car and thought I’d check it out. I recognized it right away.  You must have followed us here.  I want to explain. She said.  Ms. Mae, the older woman, she sets these things up.  She usually has sex with the men.  She went on to say.  I don’t have sex with anyone.  I just do, well, you know. Play with their jones and get them real hot.  Then Ms. Mae takes it from there. She added, We get paid before we get here.  Some tip us afterwards.  Then Ms. Mae and I spilt the money between us.

She looked back at the trash dumpster and said, Ms. Mae is having sex with the guy now.  There is an old mattress back there and she usually lets the guy have his way with her.  I don’t like to watch so I come out in the parking lot and wait.  That’s when I saw your car.

She looked down at my erection and asked me, Royal, are you ok?  Let me help you with that.  She smiled at me while rubbing the swelling that was emerging in my pants.  My jones was hard and I was horny.  I wanted to cum so bad.  I didn’t say a word.  I watched her unzip my pants and pull out my jones.  It was hard and big.  She exclaimed, Wow, you’re a big one.  Was she going to do what I always wanted from a woman?  My jones stood straight up.  It pulsated in her hands as she began to stroke it. She spat on my love stick until it was sloppy wet, stroked it a few more times and said, Come on, let’s get your pants down.  I raised up off the seat while she pulled my pants down to my knees.  Then, without warning, she bent down and slobbered all over my jones.  Licking and sucking at it from all angles.  She kept this up for several minutes then she shoved it down her throat several times and gagged on it. Then with both hands she rubbed it up and down until I started cumming.  It was great.  I’ve never had this done to me before.  The cum spilled down from the head of my jones, over her hands and onto my pants.  Wow, you were pretty excited.  I’m glad you came.  I usually don’t see men cum.  Ms. Mae takes care of that.  I just get them started and all excited.  She said.  Here, pull off your T-Shirt so we can clean you up. She added.

I raised my arms as she lifted off my T-Shirt.  She began using my T-shirt to wipe away the spillage and the cum seepage from my love stick and my stomach. I had not said a word from the time she got in the car.  We looked at each other for a moment. Then I said, Thank You??