"Hi."
"Hi."
"Um," she said quietly with a cautionary glance. "No disrespect, but, do you have any weed or know where to get some?"
I smiled. "I'm on my way to the spot."
"Oh, thank God. Can I get an eighth?"
"Sure. Meet me here in half an hour?"
"Can I go with you?"
"You can, but you'll have to wait at the trolley stop."
"Fine. I'm dying to smoke."
The trolley arrived and we exchanged further pleasantries and some personal details: Colleen was on her way home from another stressful day on the job and needed to relax. She was going through a rough spot, her mom had to move in with her because of difficulties with her older sister and her new boyfriend.
"Racist asshole. I hate to admit it but I'm from east county. You know that joke about east county? The grass grows yay high." She raised her arm as if to indicate height, it resembled a Nazi salute. "I grew up around that shit. I'm over it, y'know?"
"Obviously."
"Yeah, obviously. You're cute. How old are you?"
"38."
Colleen pulled her sunglasses off, her bright green eyes. "No way, I thought you were like, in your twenties."
"Lot of people say that. How old are you?"
"24." The trolley arrived, after another glance she said, "Most guys start to look bad at your age."
Except for a couple of drunks who appeared passed out on a bench, there was nobody at the platform as the sun set. Colleen sat on a bench and searched her purse for her wallet that had two $20 bills. "I can get you the twenty from the," she searched her wallet for the ATM card and remembered something. "We have to go my house for the twenty. I'm good for it." Colleen sat up to make her decolletage more pronounced and invitingly smiled at me.
"Don't worry about it. Be right back."
The deal smoothly transacted roughly, I returned to find her yelling and walking away one of the drunks, "Leave me alone!"
"I got money, you whore." Worse than a drunk is a tweeker, this guy, down to the rotten teeth and perpetual tan must've felt emboldened as there wasn't anyone else at the station, save his friend, still passed out.
"Hey, be cool, man." I said, getting into a stance.
"This your pimp or something? I'm trying to help you out, bro."
"It's not even like that, man, just be cool!"
"Well fuck you!"
He tried to grab Colleen, and I punched him in the face. "Oh my God!" Colleen yelled as he fell backward, and hit his head, a cell phone fell out his pocket, his buddy woke up from the noise.
"Jump on this trolley." I said as one approached and we trotted across the tracks to the next landing. At the next station, we let one train go ahead before sitting in the rear car and saw two police officers talking to them on the return trip.
Colleen clutched my arm. The trolley eased to a halt. "Oh shit."
"Don't worry." I said. "The cops aren't getting on board."
Seconds, it moved on. One of the bums pointed at the car, but it was too late "We got away with it! Yay!" Colleen excitedly clapped her hands and gave me a hug when we were away from the station. "You're really cool, Mark."
"I hate tweekers."
She smiled and said nothing until we got to the stop.
"I live on Cortez Hill, the apartments facing the freeway?"
"Let's go."
"You got a girlfriend?"
"No."
"Good," she smirked. "Can I get your number?"
"Sure."
She pushed the send button, my phone rang. "Just checking."
We made our way up the hill, Colleen didn't break stride, causing her breasts to bobble slightly. "I had to wear boots today," she groused before she buzzed us in and we made our way to the elevator. "My mom's got a friend, Ron, they might be home."
"Not a problem.
Colleen locked her eyes on her mine before surveying me from head to toe and smiling. She hugged me again and whispered, "Do you like white girls?"
"Yeah."
"Good. I'll get them out of the apartment and me and you can do something."
"Like?"
"I dunno." The doors opened and she clutched my ass. "I'm a real freak in the bed."
It was a crowded apartment with the four of us. Ron and I watched television while Colleen and her mom quietly discussed something in the bedroom before they came out. "Mark, this is Pat, my mom."
"Hi." I waved and we shook hands.
"Hey Ron? Why don't you and Pat watch tv in the lounge?" Colleen suggested and waited until the door eased shut with their exit. "Want a beer?" She took off her boots.
"Sure."
When she returned from the refrigerator, a button was undone and a freckled expanse of chest and decolletage moved toward me, topped with a pensive smile. She bit her lip before sitting down.
"Well," Colleen put the beers on the coffee table and sat close to me on the sofa, "there's a little problem," she calmly put her hands on my lap, "my mom spent more than she was supposed to," her nervous eyes met mine, "but tomorrow is payday,"and her hands moved to undo my belt, "I can get you your money," to undo my zipper, "but since you punched that tweeker for me," sent her hands down my pants, "and I should do something to repay," before stopping suddenly.
"Oh my God." Her eyes widened when they made contact with my cock, as she extracted it, it hardened into its full length. "You're huge! How big is it?"
"9 and a half inches."
"I have to see that." Colleen left to search for a ruler in a drawer and measured it. "You're not lying!"
Excitedly, she got to her knees, had me stand up so she could pull my pants out of the way to marvel at it. I pulled off my shoes with my feet and kicked my pants out of the way as she took it in her hands with an apprehensive look. "You know Mark, I really want to but I don't know if I can. I've never had a dick this big before." She put it to her lips to lick at the head. "It's so big. But you almost went to jail for me." Colleen took a few minutes to decide before she opened her mouth and take it in half way, go a bit further and gag it out. "I'm sorry," she said between coughs.
"You tried."
"It looks so easy in porn. Sit down," she insisted, unbuttoning to reveal her magnificent, lightly freckled spheroids straining against her bra, to reveal them in their entirety, taking a globule in either hand and leaning forward to place them on either side of my cock. Colleen slowly raised and lowered her breasts along the length, reveling in the stark contrast of my black cock between her pale mounds. "You gotta' condom?"
"No."
"Fuck! Me neither. You gotta' come back tomorrow. I have to fuck your cock."
Colleen stood up and pulled her skirt and red lace panties down before mounting my lap, facing me. She caressed my cock in one hand, masturbating with the other, occasionally rubbing my cock on her body. "It's the biggest, I've ever seen."
She leaned close, sighs and groans emanated, the last of her perfume lingered with a light scent of perspiration. Alternating hands, my cock was sprinkled with her increasing wetness.
"I want this dick in me!" She pumped her ring and middle fingers deep within her making wet loud slaps. Her other hand relentlessly clenched my cock, tugging on it until she came. Colleen returned kneeling on the floor to surround my cock with her breasts and mouth. It stood in rigid defiance of her ministrations. She took it one hand, "I'm gonna' try again."
Colleen slowly eased her orifice down, half way, further, closed her eyes and downed the entire length. A hand returned its actions on her pussy as she bobbed her head up and down. Colleen became more acclimated to the length, alternating, a slapping wet noise came from between her legs, increasing in tempo.
A muffled moan eventually caused her to stop and extract it entirely, gasping and coughing, "I so want to fuck this!" A brief respite and again my cock was ingested. Colleen's eagerness gave way to expertise, my balls were lightly handled and stroked as she found new ways to work her mouth and throat upon my cock. Colleen soon found an agreeable tempo to apply her suctionings, closed her eyes and increased her efforts.
"I'm gonna' cum," I notified her. She slid enough of it of her mouth to lock a hand around it and apply a pumping clutch with the last of her oral withdrawals.
"Nut on my tits!" Colleen demanded moving them into position, and not stopping the insistent actions of her hand until cum spattered abstractly onto them. Colleen savored watching it dwindle, oozing cum in a shiny trail, before going to the bathroom to clean up, viewing the stains on her chest in the mirror before wiping them off.