Lester eyed Damita seductively. “Bring your sexy ass over here,” Lester said.
Damita kneeled down in front of Lester, forced his legs open wide and took his manhood out of his pants and popped it in her mouth. She sucked him without letting up until Lester begged her to stop for a moment while he removed what remained of his clothing. As soon as his blue boxers and his jeans were removed, Damita went to town on him again. She reached under one of the cushions on the couch and retrieved a ribbed Trojan and placed it on the seat of the couch. Damita was constantly impressed with Lester’s stamina. If she let him, he could go for hours. Something told her this was going to be one of those nights.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
“Ready for round four?” Lester said in the morning.
“Boy, what are you trying to do, fuck me bowlegged?”
“Well, considering you were already bowlegged when I met you, I don’t think you should continue that line of questioning.”
“I am not bowlegged.”
“Are you kidding me? That’s what made me want to stalk you while waiting for that bus to Seattle.”
“I knew you were stalking me.”
Lester smiled genuinely. “You were so damn cute. With the bow legs and the short haircut and the sweatshirt with that hood pulled down over most of your head. You were trying so hard to look like a boy. I wanted to say to you then and there that no matter how much you cut your hair or wore teenage clothing, you would never, ever look like a boy. You are all woman, precious, and I’m so very glad you are.”
“You’re so crazy.”
“Yeah, but you love it, don’t you? Relax, Halle. Don’t start hyperventilating.”
“What are you talking about?” Damita asked.
“It’s just every time you hear anything even close to the word love, you get into running stance. I understand. You don’t have to do or say anything you don’t want to. Okay?”
Damita forced a smile. “Okay,” she agreed.
“Although, I wouldn’t open that hall closet if I were you. Your wedding dress is in there.”
“What are you and Constance planning on? A shotgun wedding?”
“So what are you, a stark white girl or off-white?”
“At this point in my life, maybe any form of white would not be an option.”
“When we get married, you can wear any color dress you like.”
“You can, too,” Damita joked.
Lester nodded his head affirmatively. “I’m serious. You’re going to be my wife.”
“Oh, you think so, huh?”
“I’m sure of it. You’ll wear a white dress with a train and a veil, and I will wear a navy blue tuxedo.”
“What about Constance? Since I don’t really know anyone besides you and your sister, and she happens to be your best friend, will Constance be the Best Man or the Maid of Honor?”
“She can be both. We’ll get her one of those suits they use for comedy sketches.”
Damita looked at him like he was crazy. “Lester, what on earth are you talking about?”
“You know what I’m talking about. You’ve seen them. One half of the body is woman, from head to toe and the other half is all man. It’s like a split suit.”
“Something tells me Constance would have something to say about that little get-up you’re suggesting.”
“Maybe she would and maybe she wouldn’t. By the way, you never answered my question about another round?”
“I must be losing my touch. Why do you think my hand has been on your rod for the last ten minutes?”
“I thought you were keeping it warm for me.”
“Is it warm enough now?” she asked.
“It’s on fire, baby.”
Damita grabbed a condom, opened it and rolled it down over his throbbing staff. She mounted him and began riding him like a champion. Lester’s breathing was shallow and Damita knew he was reaching the point of no return. She varied her motion and thought it might buy them both more time, but one involuntary squeeze of her muscles and Lester exploded with such intensity, he was sure they would never find the condom he was wearing, which was sure to be buried deep somewhere inside of her.
Lester laughed. “Did you hear our neighbors while we were going at it?” he asked.
“What?”
“They were knocking on the wall.”
Damita covered her face in embarrassment. “No way were they knocking on the wall!”
“Yes way! If they do it again I’m going to embarrass the hell out of them.”
“Oh no, Lester, don’t do that, because if you embarrass them I will most definitely be embarrassed as well.”