The Sex Education of M.E. by L.B. Dunbar

Author:L.B. Dunbar [Dunbar, L.B.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Hewlett-Packard
Published: 2016-08-22T04:00:00+00:00

“Do you need to be home when the girls get home?” I asked, brushing back a stray hair, like I’d done all day. A soft gasp would escape her, similar to when we were joined together, letting me know she liked the tender touches. I liked how she leaned into each caress, like she didn’t want it to end, or didn’t want me to let her go.

“I could text Mitzi and say I’d be home a little later, but I thought you had something to do?”

I had work, but I was willing to be late. The need for her had been growing all day and when she told me about her husband, whose ass I wanted to kick despite his death, I wasn’t ready to let her go. When she discussed feeling lost, like pieces of her were missing, it sparked a flame long extinguished inside me. My heart flickered. I understood what she meant.

“I do have something, but I could be a little late, too.” I stroked down her neck as we stood in the late afternoon sunlight. “Emme, can I ask you to come to the apartment?”

Her breath hitched in that way she had, and it was the ignition to my dick, which had been standing at attention on and off all day. Watching her ass while she pedaled her bike, then hearing her sad story, and finally, touching her throughout the walk in the zoo, sent me into all kinds of overdrive. I wasn’t going to be able to wait a few nights to be inside her again. I wanted her. Now.

She nodded slowly, letting my hand continue to caress the nape of her neck, and my thumb rub up her throat.

“I’d love for us to ride together,” I said. “But it’s best that you follow me, okay?”

She nodded again, breathless, and I felt her swallow under my fingers. My mouth wanted to take hers, but it didn’t seem right. I’d held off for so long. I wasn’t giving in, even though I wanted her. She’d been hurt, and I didn’t want to lead her in a direction I couldn’t go. We couldn’t be any more than we were, and yet, we were becoming friends. It frightened me. It would make things all the harder if we got too close, and I decided right then and there that I’d take one more afternoon. Then I’d end things. Her confession about her husband was a cry for something more, and I didn’t have it in me to give.

She followed my directions, and pulled up behind the garage in the alley instead of trying to find a space on the street out front. We walked through the backyard and up the back porch stairs to the second floor. Entering the apartment, I was ready to take her against the wall like I had wanted the other night, but I stalled when I noticed the suitcase just inside the door.

“Marshall,” I called out, dropping Emme’s hand.

“Dude, clean up after your…”

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