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The Gray Day

The Gray day part 1
Written By
Keith Douglas Alford

The Gray Day part 1
A poem by
Keith Douglas Alford

The gray day fading into night, the past sliding away from me, to become just that. The hurt and the pain that blinded and made red, now fades and diminishes and becomes just another moment of heart ache. The longing for a different place, or just another time, have come and gone, replaced by my regrets of that day. The gray that fades tonight. The stars that, fade in the day. The hopes that fade away. Are all the same. But passion can burn the gray away.


I had decided to walk the mall on Saturday since the weather outside was something out of a horror story. It had been snowing for about a week straight, and most business where closed and there was no work for me for at least another week. The mall was one of the few places that were still open, and it had a café house in it that the poetry crowd kept open. The mall was just down the street from my townhouse and my since of adventure wouldn’t let me stay indoors. The gray sky thick with snowflakes and the air crisp having been cleaned by the snow falling so heavy was full of possibility.

I struggle through the snow mounds. The snow as low as 2 feet in some places and as thick as 4 where the snow plows had been was crunching under my feet. The quite is absolute and the knowledge that I’m the only person on my street out in this mess is refreshing. I was suffering from cabin fever and with spike at grandmas with about four doggy sweaters on; I really didn’t have anything to do. The air blowing past lifts away my thoughts, and I concentrate on not falling down and getting kind of excited by my little adventure.

As I approach the mall like expected it looks abandon except for the café shop that is half full with local writers and hanger on’s. I walk in and most people look up. The little shop doubles as a web café’ with wireless Internet for those who bring there on lab tops and 6 computer stations for those who don’t. People look up and smile and go back to what there doing. Some are getting ready for the poetry slam that starts at 6:00 that night. I find a place near the front in the corner and pull my pen and pad out from my backpack and turn towards the window. Feeling frost bitten I wave the waitress over and ordered a hot tea and biscotti.

The snow was falling heavy and visibility like the sun was falling. The quietness of the out side seen mimicked my attitude and my surroundings. The writing was floating in my head as the jazz and spoken word was flowing forth over the crowd. Time slides away when you write, and night found me still in the café. The computers had been put up and table lamps brought out, and the house lights dampened. A woman stepped to the stage and began her rhyme with, “The man I see in front of me, who is longing to be seen, the man in front me of me is more then just a king. The man that is in front of me, I’ve never met, but I can see myself as his wife, his, bitch, and his what ever else.” The woman swayed back and forth and continued her chant. She had to be at least in her late 30’s and was the vision of a mature woman. Her eyes spoke of a life lived and longed for. But they weren’t the yellow of a smoker or a drinker, her eyes where just sad. Dovan lived in here eyes as she continued her poem about the man she wanted to meet.

It was full of pain in its middle, and the end described how even though she had been hurt, she was ready to love again. She stepped back from the microphone and the café was inflamed with the applause and finger snapping of its patriots. I put my head down as she stepped off the stage. I wrote a description of her down to use in a story later. And kept writing and longing to talk to her. My thoughts came quickly and I pinned them to the paper.

The nudge of the table jarred me from my thoughts. The woman I had mentally memorized stood there in her blue jeans and black boots, wearing a shear pink poncho top over her white sleeveless tee. Her waist was a 12 and her perky breast were at least a c borderline d. She stood there looking into my eyes with a child like mystery about her. She was a woman who knew what she wanted and the look on her face made it evident that what she wanted was Dovan. I had dated older women before, hell in fact I enjoyed older women, because they normally played less games and new what they wanted out of life and a man. Is this seat taken? And are you taken? She asked.

With the confidence that let me know that she thought it was. Yea have a seat. I responded. I have a confession I like to tell you. She said. First things first what’s your name lady? Dovan said She was not a small woman but she wasn’t a bbw either she was thick and healthy and looked like she exercised. My name, you want to know my name. It’s Rhonda, Rhonda Johnson. Rhonda said speaking with ease like she was use to the ebb and flow of good conversation and was truly comfortable in the skin she was in. To answer your question Mrs. Rhonda Johnson, I’m single and very much looking. Dovan said, flirting casually with Rhonda.

You got one thing wrong with that comment. Rhonda said. What’s that lady? Dovan said. I’m not a Mrs. But a Ms., but I let that slide. Since you are flirting with me. Does that mean you don’t mind are age difference Dovan. Said Rhonda. Dovan asked in a somewhat awkward tone. Well be honest with me lady how old are you? I’m 37 Dovan. Said Rhonda. Looking a little sheepish. Well I’m 24 and as long as you don’t have a problem and respect me for the hard working man who, although I haven’t had as long as you have to accumulate life experience has still been through many things. Said Dovan.

Well sir you handle yourself with plenty of maturity and you respect every woman I’ve seen you with. Said Rhonda. So how long have you been watching me and checking me out Rhonda? Said Dovan leaning in and whispering. Rhonda leaning in to Dovan replied. Oh I was watching you for quite some time, and I been asking around about you a lot surprise no one has told you that I was interested in you. Dovan smiled and placed his hand on hers, feeling the warmth and a light sheen of sweat on her hand.

Tell me this Rhonda, did you hear and see good things, and what kind of things did you learn about me? Hmmmmmm I don’t know if I should tip my hand completely like that, but I throw you a bone, and let you know that I know all about the Samyia thing, and all about your business downtown. I also know about the private strip shoes that your company provides the bouncers for, along with information about what kind of car you drive and that you have a twin and your favorite color is Green.

Anything else Dovan asked. Since you asked most people think you’re a sweet guy who needs a good woman and plenty of work to keep you busy. Your not considered a nerd but plenty people agree you got an old soul. Rhonda spit out with a huff. Dovan just back a little more stun by every comment out of this beautiful woman’s mouth. She had really done her homework on him. So I take it that since you know me this well you plan to have me, either sooner or later, I’m going to be yours right? Said Dovan playing the detective trying to catch up.

Yea I do so is it ok if I call you, I already have your number but I want to make sure its not a problem for me to call you. Said Rhonda. Go head I think we should do a lot more communication. Said Dovan. Rhonda rising to her feet responded then expect a call tomorrow, I’ve got to go now but I make sure I call you so we can make arrangements for are new relationship. She walked away and like waking up from a dream Dovan shuck off his stupor and realized that the woman had been serious, the rest of his night was a blur, and when he finally walked home he felt lighter then he had in a very long time.

Ring……. Ring……… Hello, said Dovan Waking from a nap in his chair. Spike lying in his lap looking at him with slight agitation from having been moved. Hey Dovan this is Rhonda you think be ok if I came over. Said Rhonda. IT had been about two month and Dovan had seen Rhonda twice and each time he had been left wanting more of her. She spoke to him when they where together like he was her mate.

They hadn’t done anything yet but it was in the air. The poetry was flowing between them and had everyone that saw them jealous from the heat they made when in each other’s presence. His quite manner fitted perfectly with her Laid back manner. The Conversation where growing deeper and more sensual in everyway. She was working herself into his heart and it was becoming a need not a want, for her to be in his life.

Yea lady you can come over me and Spike could use the company. Said Dovan. Is it ok if I bring some cloths with me and use your washer and dryer? Asked Rhonda. I don’t mind but you need to bring some washing powder with you, because I am out. Said Dovan. I’ll see you in about 15 min Dovan. Said Rhonda. Dovan got up and put some water on for tea and gave Spike a morning treat. Spike did his morning stretches and proceeded to go lay on the heating vent and warm himself.

With the water on and Spike entertained for the time being, Dovan went and brushed his teeth and splashed on some curve. He had Rhonda over for dinner a few nights ago and the place was still clean so he went to check the dryer and washer to make sure he didn’t have any cloths in there and made his tea. The knock on his front door had Spike barking sounding like a dog 3 times his size. I moved Spike out of the way with my leg and opened the door for Rhonda.

Reaching out I took her basket and hurried Spike away from the freedom that was outside the door. Rhonda came in with another basket and closed the door, shutting Spike off once again from his dream of marking his territory. Rhonda knew where my washer and dryer where and went right to work on her cloths I sat down and finished what I had started writing that morning. Walking in and flopping down on the floor between my legs Rhonda put her hand on my journal and asked with a keen interest. What are you writing now smart guy?

My eyes moisten I stared at her and for the first time let my walls down completely. I’m writing about how you make me feel, and I am happy to let you read it. Her eyes where both serious and sad at the same time. She stood up and turned from me. My heart was on the ground and she was going to step on it if she didn’t say something. Rhonda turned around and looked at me. I want to read it, just as soon as you finish Dovan.

She sat down on the couch and studied my face. I bent to my work and redoubled my efforts in my heart felt exercise. Feeling everything pouring out of my pen. I finished and handed it to her. She began reading it the second both hands touch the paper, her heart hungry for my words. Me sitting there rereading my own words in my head.

The Gray Day part 2
A poem by
Keith Douglas Alford
The Gray day hid what was there; it hid what was dormant in my heart. The pain that was the scars of untold loves, the feeling of yearning that clung to me like stank. The gray day has passed me by, its been burned to sunder by loves bright star. The pin pricks of light that was in the dark just got a thousand miles closer and is no longer just a dot. I’ve transcended from where I was and found happiness in your eyes. I’ve finished longing over what’s not there, and seen joy where you are. I know in my heart of hearts I’m the man who should have never been apart, from the woman that sits in front of me, Who has healed my heart, and caused me to turn away from the dark and stand stark naked in the eyes of god. No more shame, no more pain just loves.

She put the poem down and was off the couch and into Dovan’s arms. Rhonda’s tears mixing with mine as we slid to the floor. No words would come but slowly we loosen are embrace. Locking eyes and sharing are souls with a timeless stare that incased untold thousands of words. I kissed her.

The Trip 2.0

The trip with my friends up to Lake Pylon, was one of the best. The water with its crystal clear reflection was very much like the air. It made you want to drink it all in at a glance. So when me and Paul and his sister and her friend got there we already knew this was going to be a very special weekend, P and me were ready to fish not five min after we got there. We headed off after putting our bags in our room. The girls where stretching out to sun tan, I had not bothered to look at Paul sister or her friend cause I was so caught up with just being out with my boy. We sat out by the lake on the dry dock with our poles in the water. The Milwaukee bests beer between us. The stuff tasted like goat piss, but as long as it was cold it didn’t matter. We fished that entire first day ad like only a few lucky men do; we got to eat that night what we caught. Most of it was blue gills but P had got lucky and caught a nice big bass. We sat around eating broccoli and drinking some more really cheep beer, and that’s when I really first notice P big sisters friend. She was at least 28 to me and P's 23. She was bent over in her night shorts, picking up some hair stuff out her bag, Her pussy lips as thick and round, were making a double you in the mist of her thick thigh’s. The girl was buttery in complexion and very tall, bout 5’11. She was definitely an Amazon. Her face was very nice, kind of next door type look with wake up appeal, that excited me. I guess I had not paid her any attention on the way up here cause she was all covered up and was shy, had these nerdy glasses on and I was not feeling that. I don’t even remember what the hell P said her name was. P come here, I called from the living room. P came in and said what’s up Donavan. I looked at him and had him glance over to wear she was walking out of the room. He caught the tail end of her thighs and camel toe butt.
Boy you best get to fill me in on who your sister’s friend is right now I said. Man chill out Donavan she ain’t into men like that she into her studies and this is her one trip a year that she don’t study, she is a school girl man. Said P. Well I got to do something man cause this girl got me sprung the way she was bending over in front of me a sec ago you would have had to hose me down in another few sec, said Donavan. Well trust me when I say this man, she is to stiff for you to, just enjoy the cabin and lets get are fish and chill on while we can man, sides she to old for you man, she got to be at least 30 she graduated with Kayla. Man I don’t care what you say, for this week over I am going to find something to say to her.

The next day was just as care free as the first me and P went fishing and after all day we went down to do a little swimming at the lakes swimming area, there was a few sexy mama chill’s down there but not many, we ended up playing with some kids, playing water basket ball, and sharks and minnow. When we got back Kayla and her friend who by this point I had found out her name was Jasmine was gone. I thought I lay down for a min, but when I woke up it was dinnertime and the ladies had cooked, We played monopoly that night and as always it was a battle at the end between P and me. We retired late that night with P saying he was going into the city with his sister early tomorrow.

I woke up that next day and had my coffee and read through the days before paper. I wanted to see Jasmine sleep, to see if she was as pretty as she had looked the other night so I went up stairs and stood out side the girl’s door. It was cracked thank god, and I looked into the darkened room. She was laying there half under her covers. I could see a breast hanging from under the cover, and I wanted really bad to walk right in. Jasmine pulled the cover back and I saw that she was not sleep at all, she couldn’t see me cause it was darker in the hall way. Jasmine was rubbing her body all over; she stroked her stomach and breasts her thighs together. She slowly pushed her breast together and sucked on her 28 C breast, her nipples where strawberries, and very hard. Jasmine slowly rubbed under them and I watched with my dick getting harder by the moment. She slipped her hand down her skin and down into her cervix she stroked and rubbed. At first could see what Jasmine was doing, but as if she could since my need she turned. Jasmine started sucking her juices off her fingers. She went for her clit with a gust-O she pinched it, and rolled it between her fingers; Jasmine took her other fingers and held back her phat lips. I stood memorized as she shaped the outside. She worked it till she came, then she slid her fingers down into the mess and tasted it again. I couldn’t stop from rubbing my dick. It was pushing on the inside of my pants. She spread her legs making her pussy tight and started to go down into her self, playing about it as if she was teasing the tip of me. She pushed her fingertips in and moaned really deep inside herself. She pushed and I saw her fingers slowly turn white with her jizum. She moved at a good rhythm. She cupped her hand I could tell she was going for her g-spot. Her breathing slowed and she went to her nipples, her body clenched and she slowly began to spasm. She had gone back down her body as her fingers stroked her g-spot her other hand went for her clit. Small genteel sounds started to emerge from her, building in sprit till she covered her face; my dick was sore from the pressure I felt. Her release was explosive and the mess was very impressive to me. She reached for her towel and cleaned up and rolled back over for what I guessed was a pleased with herself nap.

I went down the hall and got my black ass in the shower; pretty sure that she knew I was there and had just teased me. I let the water slide down my back and tried my best to cool off mentally. I prayed P would hurry back so I could get the hell out of here, let this be the last time I see some shit like that and can’t do a dam thing about it. I was more aroused then a bull elephant and my balls felt like they got stepped on. I needed a release. Not just masturbation, cause that would not do in my case, not after this long. The next lady I was with I was going to try to put in a comma. I got out of the shower and went straight to my room. I lay there and tried to sleep. Just as I was drifting off, I heard my name in a familiar female voice. Donavan are you up yet, said Jasmine. Yea I’m up lady, what’s up. Well I wanted to know if it was ok if I lay in here with you till P and Kayla came back? I looked ashen at her. Um what seems to be the matter lady? Well Donavan I can’t sleep to be honest I am kinda lonely normally I got books and art to keep me busy but up here on my vacation I tried not to do any of that. Well come on in I sit on the floor you can chill in my bed. Before the words where out of my mouth she was in my bed, with me in it. Basically undoing everything the shower had tried to put to sleep. I stiffened up and she backed into me. To my horror she didn’t pull away. She reached back and massaged my Harding dick on her soft as silk thigh. She moaned with appreciation of what she felt, and her ass warmed, with what I know was anticipation. She flipped over and set up. I rolled to my back to keep her in my vision, with sex on my mind. Her coffee colored nipples where standing erect and hard, before I knew what I was doing I had them in my hands, rubbing her nipples and going under them to massage my way up to a full hand full of her. She straddled me leaning over putting her hair on my chest; she kissed my chest, making me tingle with bliss. She reached between us and held my manhood tight. Jasmine hands holding my dick tight against her clit. Jasmine smacked my dick against it again and again each time her clit got harder on the base of my penis. I moved my hips up and down and as I did she let it rub up her valley, each stroke on the outside of her, increasing the wetness over and over again. She delighted in the feel of my hands in the small of her back. The pressure shifted as she leaned over and hugged her body to mine, her ample breast pushed against my flesh. She maneuvered my tip to the wettest spot between her legs, and pushed me, gently at first, and then harder, so that my dick plopped inside of her. The warmth of her gave way, around my shaft. The pumping motion of Jasmine butt, and my hands pulling her ass apart so that her lips where tight quickly foaming up her womanly Jizum thick and rich on my shaft. Jasmine contracted her muscles and I felt the very first of her orgasms shutter through my body. I reared up, pushing myself deep and was rewarded with a deep moan from inside her. The hug became an embrace as her body, liquefied and made a sticky mess. I moved with all-purpose to roll her to her back, and place her ass up in the air. Her gentle curves becoming deep as I tugged on her hair. Lying on her stomach with a pillow under her, I spooned on top as I slowly made my way inside her. I searched for Jasmine G spot, moving my hips left and right. I hunched on Jasmine, I felt the inner working of her, I slid myself farther down and pushed up, the pressure of her butt pushing into my hips, Harding me even more. I placed one hand around Jasmine breast and the other in her hair, and pulled gently on both. Jasmine lifted her backside, and let me in another quarter inch. Her thigh’s trembled and I felt as if I had entered the back room of her pussy. The flow was thick and slippery. I braced myself for her erratic movements as my own orgasmic needs was starting to come to the forefront. I rolled her over on our sides and continued to pump. Her body was limp and damp from her inner heat. As I pumped she continued to spill out and make a mess. I placed her leg over mine as I worked it back into foam. My hand slid to her clit and I felt myself needing to cum. Jasmine felt my throb and said almost begging, please daddy don’t take it out. I want it. I was caught in the moment and kept stroking feeling the start of my spasm. Jasmine dug her nails into my arm and back and pulled herself back. She whispered. “I’m cumin daddy, Awa I’m cumin.” And that was it, all I really needed to hear, I pounded and swole up till I hurt, I pushed my seed deep into her soul. Harder, and faster, are bodies sticking together. Her pussy slurping with a new found wetness. I grabbed her up, and placed her own my chest, and held her. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. We walked out later and took a shower, after I went to my room and she to hers. We didn’t talk when P and his sister came back, me and P was out the door to fish almost the second he came back. I knew sooner or later we where going o have to talk about the fact that we made love, specially before P found out, he would clown me for all it was worth. I sat there thinking about what had happened and smiling. It truly was a very nice afternoon.

We didn’t catch anything that second day, and as night closed and we knew we where going to have to pack up and leave tomorrow, I wondered if Jasmine and me had a fling or where going to talk at all. The question was in the back of my mind as I sat on the front porch. She came out and sat next to me, I felt obligated the second Jasmine sat down to give her a piece of my blanket. I want to know if I can have your number Donavan. Jasmine said. My eyes cut her way and I looked at her, truly looked at her for the first time. What took you so long to talk to me Jasmine? Well to be honest I have been thinking about you all day, I mean how couldn’t Jasmine said. I asked Kayla about you at lunch. Me and her discussed if you where my type of man. At the end of her statement she looked back at me from where ever she had been staring off into. So did I get Kayla approval, and why not just come to me lady I said. To be honest Donavan, we don’t know each other all like that but what we did share was dam good, and I had to know weather you where a good man from somebody who does know you. I am sorry, but I don’t move fast like that, I been hurt before and when I love, I love deep, but I think you know that. She gave me a sickly smirk and I saw her perfect teeth. Look I do like you, and yes I really do understand. I said. We need to talk this through but not tonight, I’ll give you my number and take yours and will discuss this, Jasmine said and added as a after thought, just to let you know I am on the pill, so don’t worry too much about a kid. She said. To be honest, I never wanted a fling your something special and I want to keep you. Jasmine said with her head not facing me. She stood and walked back into the house, looking over her shoulder at me. I thought for a moment I saw a small tear in her eye, but then she was gone. Jasmine left me sitting there with my inner feelings.

The Pool

The swimming pool was indoors at SWU. Tonight’s pool party was going to be the first in the opening year, and all around the fliers where up and displaying the Icebreaker pool party. An annual event not to be missed at SWU. Donavan sat in his dorm room with Percin biding his time till the swim party. Donavan sitting on the couch in the center of the triples floor and Percin doing some last moment pruning in the full-length mirror by the door; having only been on campus for a few weeks, they where dying to see some of the asses that they been seeing walking the yard, in a swimsuit. P-funk did you ever call Patricia back man. Donavan asked. (Patricia being the young lady he met at move-in and was bedding that night.) Yea I called her we are ok; we both decided that we didn’t want to be tied down, seeing as we had just got here. She said that if I like we could keep being friends with benefits though. The smile on P-funks face spread at the end of this statement. Watching my childhood best friend brush his hair Donavan sat up in the bed and began looking in his closet for what he was going to wear or not be wearing at the pool party.

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We walked in through the Student Union and took in the party at a glance seeing are new friend Jake which was short for Jakquline, we both moved to the left side of the pool. Every wear we looked, we saw breast and thighs and ass. The DJ was playing club music and as we sat down with Jake, he hit a note with the crowd by going old school with the electric slide. People floated in and the party had to be passing capacity. We joined in the rhythm pushing off the side in the shallow end of the pool. T- shirts on women clung to there frames and thongs slid into tight spaces. Wall to wall Eye candy and as Donavan sat back down watching his boys do their thing, Dam I’m enjoyed ever piece of candy that passes me by.

A thick sister came by and bumped Donavan with her leg knocking him into the water. Coming up with daggers in his eyes, she had only one thing to say to Donavan. Thought you might of needed a cooling off the way you was heating everything with your glance. Was I that obvious? Donavan responded. Donavan anger melting away as he gazed at this woman. Not Really but you stared at a few of the host women and they where thinking of ejecting your ass. So Donavan thought he better come save you and maybe take you under my mothering wing. She said. Watching her brown coffee colored skin and the impressive thighs walk to the edge of the pool and jump in. Donavan was entranced for a min. She jumped in feet first and stood next to me her C breast making her pair shaped from head to toe. My name is Tonya Paterson.

Well its nice to meet you Tonya my name is Donavan Blakely. Well met Donavan what’s your major if you don’t mind me asking you? Said Tonya. I’m still undecided but I think I like to do something in the computer science field. Donavan replied. How long have you been at SWU? Bout a year and a half, she replied quickly moving conversation along. Do you think you can be my partner in the chicken fights? Tonya asked Donavan as she led me across the pool where one of the brothers of the kappa fraternity was feeling out the challenge brackets for the contest. You’re about the right height and size for a big girl like me. Said Tonya. If you like Donavan said. The idea of having those brown sexy thighs around my neck and those breasts resting on my head doing wonders for my strength. Not having had any sexual attention since I left the Nasty nati, I was begging to think I was about do. We feel out the form and got are number.

We went up against another couple that quickly went down when Donavan put his leg behind the male portion and she pushed as hard as she could up top. The sensation that I was hoping for was even better then expected. And we didn’t get knocked out till the third round after we swam and talked and played a few games in the pool with everybody like Marco polo and sharks and Mino’s. By the end of the night we where in the corner rubbing on each other’s swimsuits and kissing one another. We alternated between piggyback rides with her breast pushed against my back, and quite moments where are hands went wondering under the water. Donavan even got to feel the shape of her pussy lips (Which where Thick as hell.) through her swimsuit.

One by one people gave it up for the night and we sat down to have that all-important conversation about numbers and rather we like to see each other again and how soon. College was often times miss leading a pool party full of freaky time does not make a couple. Literally you could kiss somebody or even like Percin sleep with them and still only be associates the next hour. A mutual fling was the norm and that was ok by both sexes. So do you live on campus? Donavan asked. Yea but not in the Dorms, I have a place out in College Park, with a friend of mine. Said Tonya.

You can come out and do some laundry if you want sometime. She slid me her number. It hit me like bricks this girl already had her number written down and was ready for me. Well to be honest I’d like that but I’d also like to get to know you better if it’s cool? I said leaning over and giving her a kiss. Hmmm are you willing to take things slow or is this going to be one of those hit it and quite it type relationships? Tonya asked. That depends on you I, like to be your man I’m not the kind of man that plays with my life by sleeping with different women all over campus, much prefer to settle for happiness and safety. She leaned over and kissed me, with a little tongue in it this time.

Um Donavan not to burden you tonight but can you introduce me to your friend. Donavan looked over and saw Percin AKA P funk standing at the edge of the pool a sexy Latino standing a few feet away. This Percin is my new friend Tonya, and Tonya this is my best friend slash roommate Percin. Tonya reached out and shuck his hand. Tonya I hate to be a burden on your night and know we just met but do you think you can take Donavan home and keep him there for a while if not all night for me. I kind of have a shy new friend that would love to sleep over. Percin said looking over his shoulder to the Latin woman. Tonya smiled at him and then at me, I guess you will be getting to know me tonight Donavan cause how can I turn your friend down when he looks so needy. I gave Percin a look of thanks that I thought Tonya might have seen.

We toweled off and went to the dressing rooms to change out of are swimsuits. I met her out in the courtyard of the student Union and was amazed at how beautiful she looked with cloths on. She had a baby blue sweat suit on with the top kind of cut like a J-Lo dress. Her ample breast where showing but it was still tasteful and her hair was teased and was hanging limp in a very long pony tail behind her. Lets walk home Daddy. She said to Donavan and he took her hand feeling that tonight her might get as lucky as P-funk.

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The townhouse was sparse, but homely with a rug in front of the door and low lights. The floor plan allowed for 2 bedrooms and a nice comfortable living room where we sat, on her couch. The room was full of Italian influence and rich saphire blues. Thanks for giving me a place to crash for tonight lady. Donavan said. Well thank you Donavan for being my partner and maybe my man! She gazed down not quite asking so much as opening the door to that discussion, we’d dodged it on the walk home, while we felt each other out, but in this more intamite setting we got back to that pressing point.

As she spoke she looked me deep in my eye for the first time it felt like. Its as simple as do you like me? Tonya relplied. I do like you and I feel like there should be something between us. Donavan said. The only question I need to know is this going to be a fast start or a slow start Tonya? Donavan broke eye contact and looked down, seeing her chest heave in what Donavan wanted to be desire. Before I can answer that question Donavan I need to know that if we make love tonight that were going to be exclusive in are sexual habits. Said Tonya looking serious for a minuite. I wouldn’t have it any other way lady. Donavan said with as much honesty and truth in his voice, as was written on Tonya’s face.

Donavan thoughts flashed to his friend Jake and something Jake said in discussion with Donavan a few days ago, about the man who finds a wife finds a good thing. Tonya staring into my face looked please and said. I think we should meet in the middle, by doing something now and slowly working on others. Tonya stood as she talked and sat down on his lap facing him, taking off her shirt and bra, and leaning into Donavan. So what things do we need to work towards and what things do we need to, go head and get out the way? Donavan asked, while she slid Donavan shirt up over his head. The press of Tonya hot breasts against his chest causing him to stiffen in his neither regions.

Well Donavan I think we need to go head and see each other naked and get that shyness out the way. While we build towards that long lasting relationship you where describing at the pool party. Tonya fingers deftly undid Donavan pants and in one fluid motion she was up and his pants where off. Tonya stood there naked to her waist and slowly turned around so that her back faced Donavan. Tonya slid her panties and sweat bottom down off her hips and that creamy smooth skin was complete in its converging of her body. Before she could turn back around Donavan popped up off the couch and caught Tonya around the waist.

Leaning Tonya over the chair that sat catty corner in room and reaching for her soft stomach; Donavan press himself against her. The heat between us intensified as we slow grinded against each other, my boxers the only thing between Tonya and Donavan. Tonya turned around in Donavan grasp and kissed him sucking on his lower lip. Tonya led Donavan into her bathroom, that was neat and inviting, a contrast to the cold dorm showers he was getting use too. We slid into the shower keeping the fires going. Donavan took a washrag and gently plied it to Tonya backside and lower back, cleansing her slowly from butt to the nape of her neck. Donavan took a knee in the shower and placed Tonya soft leg up on the bath step. Donavan washed the soles of Tonya feet and her calves. Slowly working his way into Tonya inner thighs. Tonya gently stroked top of Donavan head as he gently worked her clitoris between his fore finger and thumb. Slowly increasing the pressure as he moved his opposite hand up into the space between Tonya breasts. The small shutter from deep down inside Tonya promising a night of passion. He glided up from his knees and pressed Tonya head up under the water, wetting it.

Kissing her softly on the lips Donavan reached for the shampoo and the conditioner and washed her long dark brown hair. The touch of her fingers in the small of Donavan back reinforcing the needs he wanted to satisfy tonight. Donavan reached out putting his hands on the wall and stretching his frame and putting his head under the water. Tonya rubbing her hands over Donavan body cleaning his tool, and him as the hot water pelted Donavan. Removing from him the pool smells and his minor aches and pains from his weekly workouts. We stepped out of the shower still kissing, still exploring each others bodies, and still very much open to the idea of spending tonight only with each other. I tell you what Donavan I’ll go get us a snack for those pool munchies and put are cloths in the washer. While you go in to the bedroom and light my candles and put my Shada' Cd on. Said Tonya.

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Tonya bedroom was as warm as inviting as a New England bed and breakfast. It was full of warm earth tones and soft day glow lights. The rich mahoganies and rust colors that shaded the room added color to her bedspread. The paint’s of young black children at different modes of play was a contrast to the Jet beauties of the week in my room. Donavan peeled back the layers of the bedding opening it up to the sheet, and smelled Tonya’s scent on the pillow.

Laying down Naked Donavan closed his eyes and fainted sleep while he waited for Tonya. Her entrance was as romantic and sweet as a movie. Tonya slid into the room with low light framing her dark brown hair. Donavan with his eyes half closed laying on his back, with his dick stiff and hard making a tent under the covers. The sheet slid back off of Donavan body, and the sensation of warm wetness surrounded his penis as he closed his eyes in full ecstasy. Tonya mouth was gliding on his shaft, reaching, pushing towards his base. Tonya hand rapped itself around his base and slowly stroked in time with the action of her mouth.

Tonya pulled away and kissed up his body in a slow roaming pattern that left him breathless. Tonya kissed Donavan and the heat of her excitement spread through her body in waves. Donavan pulled Tonya deeper into Donavan embrace and rolled her on to her side. The strawberries Tonya had brought found there way to his fingers and pouring the chocolate sauce over the berries Donavan slowly eyed Tonya breast. Taking the first strawberry and putting it on her left breast, Donavan leaned over and put his mouth over the flavor of her breast, and gorging his self on her nipple and slowly massaging her breast together.

Taking another strawberry and placing it on her lips, Donavan sat up traced a line onto Tonya stomach up to her lips. Leaning over and using his tongue to make his way to her lips. Tonya grabbing Donavan into her arms and kissing him full in the mouth. Tasting the chocolate of this black man. Donavan pulled away from the embrace and got behind Tonya, kissing on her neck and lower back, as each kiss landed her body shouldered and arched more. When Donavan reached the top of Tonya ass, he moved around and kissed the side of her thighs giving each one the proper attention it deserve.

Tonya put her face into the pillow and breathlessly moaned her delight. Tonya ass sticking up in the air; was something Donavan took full advantage and stuck my face in Tonya space. She smelled of Vanilla Sugar. The heat radiating from her increased as Donavan pushed his tongue against Tonya pussy and licked upwards to her ass. Donavan continued to wetten her extremities in Tonya secret place on her body. She wettened and her flavor increased. Tonya body trembled and began to move with urgency, as Donavan flipped over on his back and licked upward on her clit, feeling Donavan no longer behind her but under her, Tonya sat down on his face in full arousal, with her clit throbbing in appreciation of Donavan tongue.

She pressed down moving in a left to right motion. Tonya flavor was thick and sweet to his senses. Her skin was as smooth as the milk chocolate it emulated. Donavan tensed and let out a small yelp of ecstasy, bearing down on his face and twerking her ass. Tonya sat up rocked back and forth allowing her hands on the headboard to balance her. Tonya lifted off and crashed to the bed, her orgasm still evident in her body language. Donavan reached for Tonya with his light touch, slowly drawing out her quiver and shake, stretching her orgasm and enjoyment.

Donavan climbed on top and gently lowered himself to Tonya frame. Tonya body heaved upwards rapping itself around him and dragging it back down to the sheets and their sex play. Donavan rubbed Tonya clit with his finger, while she held his dick in her hand rubbing it against her pussy lips wetting his shaft with her lubricants. Tonya needs pressing Donavan penis inch by inch harder against herself. The moment had arrived and if we didn’t stop now there wouldn’t be any turning back from Donavan and Tonya being exclusive in not only the sexual notations but in a relationship. Tonya pressed upwards and it slid in.

With Tonya face buried in Donavan skin bighting softly, Donavan worked himself into her deeper, slowly working the kinks out of their joining. In and out their breathing switching and growing erratic with their rhythm and motion. Tonya fingernails found his back and he pressed harder and deeper, with growing urgency. Donavan I’m coming! Moaned Tonya with a strong spasm and a sudden increase of wetness. Donavan pounded through her orgasm taking her there twice more in the mist of her ecstasy. Donavan pulled back and she pulled at me to keep me inside. Donavan rotated her leg and placed it up on my shoulder keeping her pussy tight as he stretched it with his swollen dick.

Donavan looked down mid stroke and watched my throbbing penis go deep inside of her. Covered in her milky white juices. Her clit hard to the touch and her lips swollen with passion and hot to the touch. Working himself deeper and harder into Tonya, while she contracted her muscles around him. Tonya soft moans coming again, and again, and again. Donavan picked up Tonya other leg and put it on his shoulder. Donavan, daddy I’m going to cum. Said Tonya. Go head baby, I’m going to come with you. He said. Donavan pounded straight down, feeling himself building to his explosion, Tonya moans and quivering adding to my growing excitement and passion.

Tonya ass lifted and she ejaculated in a spray of lubricants on to him. Donavan beat down harder and faster pressing himself to hold and go one stroke farther. In release Donavan went jagged and pulled out, spraying the front of Tonya pussy lips and her clit. The sensation of his shaft rubbing over the top of Tonya and then grazing her hairs, before sliding back and forth in their mess was done with the last bit of energy in them. As they came to rest in each others arms, knowing tomorrow we would be together for the first time as a couple, and knowing that College was really the start of my life and not the middle.