Kiss and Tell


Frankie


For some guys and gals, there is no inhibitions about exploits, especially sexual ones








It was a hectic day as usual. From the administrative building of Prime Setters University, I drove to the staff quarters.

"Hi, sweetheart! I'm home!" I called as I walked through the front door.

The tiled floor of the new house glistened as I trod down the short hallway, passing the coat closet. I lifted the single-strap of my black leather messenger bag over my head, dumping the bag on the floor for convenient retrieval later. One clear thing about "work" compared to "school" was that "work" ended at a prescribed time, with no homework to complete nor exams to study for. I'd pick up the bag tomorrow morning on my way out the door.

I also started unbuttoning the long-sleeved black dress shirt I was wearing. I wasn't big on wearing such semi-formal attire, especially in warm June weather; but Madam Tessy insisted that I learn to be comfortable in professional clothing as preparation for a career in business. At least she let me roll up the sleeves.

But then my fingers suddenly lost their grip on the next button. I came to a dead stop in the archway to the living room. And my jaw dropped to the floor somewhere around the same place as my designer shoes.

"Welcome home, babe."

She was as beautiful as ever. More beautiful, in fact, because I knew that she was finally mine. After all our years growing up together from children into fully-formed adults, after the starts and stops and hiccups in our developing relationship, Calista and I had become the romantic couple we both always knew we would be. And the knowledge that my soulmate and I would be sharing the rest of eternity together filled me with a wonderful sense of bliss at the mere sight of her.

Of course, my jaw didn't drop every time I saw Calista. After all, I was rather accustomed to her beauty by now, so that the mere sight of my girlfriend no longer stopped me dead in my tracks. what had my mouth hanging open on this afternoon was my girlfriend's attire: my plain white button-down dress shirt, and except for her omnipresent 'Kola Forever' bracelet, not a single thing else.

It was a habit Calista had picked up at Dolapo's suggestion. My ex-girlfriend/adoptive-sister frequently went about the house wearing only a dress shirt and panties back when we were dating during our Freshman year. There were always a lot of shirts to choose from since I rarely wore them myself back in those days.

Dolapo had told Calista how much I liked the choMaryam in wardrobe, and so my current girlfriend had adopted the same attire once we started living alone in this big house. For now, at least, it was just the two of us. Come late August our little sisters would be moving in to start their own college careers. I wondered if Calista's wardrobe would change when that happened; but in the meantime, I'd enjoy the view.

I especially enjoyed the view today. Calista usually wore panties along with the dress shirt. Calista also usually buttoned the shirt up. Neither was the case today. The jet black angel was reclining across the couch, my white dress shirt open from throat to tails, the cloth parted enough to the sides that she might as well have skipped the shirt entirely, for it did absolutely nothing to cover her body.

Following

OK.

The jet black angel was reclining across the couch, my white dress shirt open from throat to tails, the cloth parted enough to the sides that she might as well have skipped the shirt entirely, for it did absolutely nothing to cover her body.

Calista's unbelievably firm and yet supple 34D tits thrust proudly into the open air, capped by erect pink nipples. Her slender torso tapered down to a flat tummy before flaring out to her pleasantly shaped hips. It was her long legs that gave her the boost to a 5'9" height, the right leg extending all the way to the end and off the front edge of the sofa. And her left leg was Kolat with the knee up, spreading her crotch open wide for my easy view.

Her viggy was no longer completely bare-shaven. She'd grown a perfectly manicured jet black rectangle of fuzz just above her slit, proving that the carpet matched the drapes. I knew it took more work to maintain the little landing strip than to just shave everything off, but I also thought it made my girlfriend look more mature, befitting her nearly 20-year age, no longer a little girl. And I couldn't help but notMaryam that Calista was calling my attention down to that sweet sweetheartpot, holding open her own labia with two fingers, fingers and viggylips both glistening with moisture.

My gaze then traveled back up Calista's body to her surpassingly beautiful face. Her lovely clear black eyes bored right at me with laser intensity, and were set off by dark eyeliner. Despite her dressed-down appearance, Calista was in full makeup, accentuating her cheekbones and pouty lips to look even more sensually alluring than normal. And when she finally spoke, her voice was both melodious like a songbird and hypnotically intoxicating like a siren. "Welcome home, babe. I've been so lonely without you."

I wanted to say something charming. I wanted to sound witty and confident. But I just sort of squeaked.

No matter. Calista giggled and a mirthful smile crossed her face. The sensuously seductive vamp façade vanished, to be replaced by Calista's more n itatural adoring-girl-next-door look. She sat up and reached her arms out to me, and without thinking about it I approached her. She got to her feet and stood up straight, elevating onto her tip-toes to try and match my 6'0" height. And she wrapped her arms around my neck to hug me warmly and lean her head in for a sweet kiss.

This kiss didn't turn out to be exactly "sweet". Calista's state of dress had already accomplished its mission. I was rock-hard in my slacks, and the instant my girlfriend's half-naked body rubbed up against me, the sexual creature inside took over.

Nice one.

This kiss didn't turn out to be exactly "sweet". Calista's state of dress had already accomplished its mission. I was rock-hard in my slacks, and the instant my girlfriend's half-naked body rubbed up against me, the sexual creature inside took over.

My hands dropped to Calista's perfect ass, grabbing a perky cheek in each palm as I lifted her off her feet and then more or less tackled her back onto the couch. Calista squealed as she fell through the air before landing on her back across the couch cushions, with me between her legs. I snarled as I turned my head and thrust my tongue into her mouth. And my hands were quickly opening up my belt and zipper as I franticallly worked to extract my turgid cock.

Calista moaned, "Oh, Kola" when my lips left hers to kiss my way down her neck. Her own hands scrabbled at the front of my shirt, trying to unbutton me. It was an ultimately futile effort. She never got the last three buttons done, period. But no matter; my shirt wasn't going to stop us from getting what we both wanted. The only thing in our way was my pants, and a few seconds later, both they and my boxers were around my knees. And Calista gasped as she felt my thick weapon nudging into her vaginal folds.

"Kola..." Her voice was a choked whisper. I grunted as I pushed forward. Her tight channel squeezed my shaft tightly, yielding only with resistance to my unrelenting penetration. "Unnghhh..." she moaned as I continued to descend.

And then we were joined. I only realized I'd stopped breathing after my pelvic bone was fully pressed up against Calista's. I dropped my cheek onto the throw pillow against my face, panting for oxygen as I let my body settle down, pinning my girlfriend underneath my weight.

Calista cooed into my ear and wrapped her arms more tightly around my neck, clutching me fiercely. And she was the first one to begin our fucking motion, rocking her hips against the springiness of the couch cushions to move her own viggy a few inches off my cock before swinging back and recapturing the same length.

I remained still for only a few moments and took three deep breaths to calibrate myself. I then pushed my chest off of hers, supporting myself on my own elbows. And gazing adoringly into her eyes, I dipped and gave my soulmate a searing kiss.

And then I bleeped the living shit out of her.

At first, Calista tried to hold onto my pistoning hips by crossing her ankles behind my lower back. But I was bucking so hard that she soon lost her grip, causing her legs to flail helplessly in the air.

She tried to hold onto my neck in a similar fashion, but the sexual animal inside me didn't like being restrained, so I grabbed her wrists with my hands and pinned them back behind her head, leaving them alone only when she flipped her palms back to grip the armrest as if it were the only thing keeping her anchored to the couch.

Ride on.

She tried to hold onto my neck in a similar fashion, but the sexual animal inside me didn't like being restrained, so I grabbed her wrists with my hands and pinned them back behind her head, leaving them alone only when she flipped her palms back to grip the armrest as if it were the only thing keeping her anchored to the couch.

And sometime later, after Calista let out two separate ear-splitting shrieks that echoed through the corners of this big empty house, I let out a bellow of my own as I slammed forward one final time and ejected a gallon of cum into Calista's writhing body.

"I'm cumming!" I groaned, my hands clutching her shoulders both to pin her in place and embrace her with all my passion.

"I feel it!" she crooned, her bright eyes alive and dancing with each successive burst against her inner walls.

And then there were no more words as our lips melded together, heightening our pleasure as we rode out the final waves of orgasm.

At last we had finished ... for now, at least. I, for one, planned on a couple more rounds before we surrendered ourselves to sleep. Maybe a screwing in the shower – we hadn't done that in a few days. In the meantime, our bodies wanted to rest. So quivering, I let my chest drop back down to settle my weight against Calista's sweaty, near-naked body. And she hugged me tenderly while humming her pleasure into my ear.

A few minutes later, I heard Calista's humming tone elevate in pitch. "Hm?"

I raised my head up and looked over to see her picking at her white dress shirt's collar. "what?" I queried.

Calista giggled. "Well, I was going to suggest you wear this shirt tomorrow. But now I think you'd better pick one a little less wrinkly."

"Morning, Madam," I greeted cheerily as I walked into the offMaryam.

"Kola..." Madam Tessy scolded as she looked up from her desktop.

I grimaced. I hated it when she called me 'Kola', and her Russian accent only made it sound harsher. Only my mom ever used my full name, and that only when she was upset with me. It was the Madam's perfect way of reminding me how I should be addressing her. "Sorry, Theressa," I apologized. "It's habit."

"Well, it's only been a month," the leggy Ghanaian beauty replied with a sigh. "But at this rate, by the time you get used to using my first name, it'll already be time to go back to calling me 'Madam'."

I blushed and shrugged while setting my bag on the separate table. Theressa had a relatively large offMaryam, big enough to have a circular meeting table and four chairs away from her desk. The school had given us two laptops for temporary use, and that meeting table was where Funmi Johnson and I were doing most of our work this summer.

Nice one.

The school had given us two laptops for temporary use, and that meeting table was where Funmi Johnson and I were doing most of our work this summer.

Speaking of Funmi, she arrived a minute later. "Good morning, Theressa. Morning, Kola." The pretty chocolate colour girl was in her usual summer attire, a thin short-sleeved blouse over an omnipresent white tank top. She carried her black and hot pink leather motorcycle jacket slung over one shoulder and matching street cycle helmet under her left arm. The helmet and jacket were hung from the coat rack, and her backpack flopped onto the table. "So whadda we got today?" she asked casually as she reached both hands into her hair and around to the back of her head, quickly flipping her jet black and jet black-streaked locks around as she whipped a hot pink scrunchy around them to form a ponytail.

"Funmi!" Theressa barked in a semi-commanding voice. The stern Madam look was back and she glared at the younger girl, an expectant look on her face.

"Ahem," Funmi blushed and stood up a little straighter. She schooled her face and focused at attention as she stated, "My apologies. We completed the business model review yesterday. I was thinking Kola and I should look into different case studies of the companies using that model and analyze how successfully they're executing it. We could break up the target companies by size, and check their profitability and cost efficiencies."

"Much better." Theressa nodded. "But before you start your analysis, I suggest you also break up the target companies by profitability. Sometimes the financial performance follows from execution of their business model-"

"But sometimes the execution follows from the company's financial solvency and stability," I interrupted.

Our beautiful, chestnut brown-haired Madam turned her dark black-eyed gaze to me, along with a proud smile. "Precisely, Kola."

I grinned.

"Think about it." Theressa nodded and then turned for the door. "In the meantime, I need some coffee."

The Madam left and the door closed behind on her way out. Arching an eyebrow, I then turned my attention to Funmi. "what was that all about?"

Nice one

The Madam left and the door closed behind on her way out. Arching an eyebrow, I then turned my attention to Funmi. "what was that all about?"

"what?"

Still with arched eyebrow, I looked at Funmi curiously. "She kinda barked at you."

"Oh, that." Funmi waved me off dismissively. "Theressa's been getting on my case about presenting a more professional appearance and demeanor."

"I know what you mean," I replied, tugging at my shirt collar. It was a dark green button-down. The white one, uh, needed to be ironed.

Funmi smiled. "Yeah. But what can I do? It's not like a suit would be practical when I'm riding a motorcycle every day."

Automatically, I looked my friend and "co-worker" up and down. I'd always thought the chocolate colour girl was pretty, but she was never one to really fuss about her appearance. Her typical school attire was that tank top along with a black hoodie. She was about 5'5" and never bothered to wear platforms or heels to boost her height. And her makeup had always been pretty minimal. I'd just never really seen Funmi dressed to impress, either for professionalism OR sexuality, and I had a hard time imagining her in a suit. "Definitely not practical," I agreed.

"Well, it's more than just appearance. She's been harping on my speech and carriage. She says it's much harder for a woman to get respect in the business world, and only by presenting myself with confidence and always thinking about new ideas will I ever succeed."

I stuck my lower lip out as I thought about that. "Makes sense. Seems like you'll never relax that way, but I guess it makes sense."

Funmi nodded and then pointed to the table. "Come on. I'll bet this is another of Theressa's little tests. We'd better have lists breaking down the target companies before she comes back with her coffee."

At the end of the day, I was the first one to finish up and head home as Theressa kept Funmi behind for some further instructions. From the look Funmi shot me before I left, I figured they were going to be some new criticisms about her appearance, maybe the pink fingernails or the jet black-streaked hair.

I felt bad for her, but I understood the point Theressa was trying to get across. The fact was: we weren't teenagers anymore. We were Juniors in college, upperclassmen, and pretty soon we'd be graduating and moving out into the real world.

It was as if we were passing some invisible line from our Sophomore to Junior years, crossing over from childhood into adulthood.

Interesting one.