After I met Sharmell Brown, I figured there had to be more to her than that. So, I asked her…
“Was the T.A. one of your firsts? I’m sorry, I’m getting really curious here,” I said to her.
“Oh, God, no.”
I looked at her in mild amusement in her response. After all, she did seduce him.
“It was an old boyfriend from my sophomore year in high school. He was older than me. I was sixteen He was eighteen, on his last year. Sweet talker, cute as hell, but his dick game though… his dick game is responsible for what I am now. Damn, he fucked the shit out of me,” She said, reminiscing with a laugh. I sat there still with my hand in my cheek.
Then I noticed her nipples getting harder as he talked about him. She licked her lips. “His dick was like heaven to me. When he was inside me, my God. I’m sorry, my study buddy, am I getting too much?”
I had to ponder that question.
“No, of course not. What happened to the dude?”
“Oh, honey. He cheated on me. I was pissed. Real pissed. He was responsible for my first real orgasm. After we fucked for the first time, he told everybody about my ‘legendary pussy.’ Don’t ask me, he’ll tell you. We spent seemingly every waking moment together and after he graduated, I find him fucking like he’s a wild animal,” Sharmell said. “After that… the rest is history. They called me an attention whore. They called me a slut. They called me a seductress. Some boys loved watching me. Other people hated on me. I say let them watch. This is a weapon,” She said, pointing to her body. “And I know how to use it to my advantage.”
“Soooo, basically you seduced to a good grade? I like that. I respect that. It’s kind of sexy, too,” I said.
“You’re not turned on too much, are you?”
She touched me gently. I had been undressing her with my eyes for a while now. I was visibly turned on.
“Ooh, yeah, he is happy, is he? It’s ok,” she said.
“He? Oh… you’re referring to…” I said with a smile.
She giggled.
“You know, you’re cute. And you’re packing, I can tell,” She gently felt my erection. “Why don’t you have a girl?” Sharmell asked.
“Shit, I don’t know. I’ve tried, trust me.”
“Yeah, it can be tough,” She said, getting closer to me. “This is some advice. You ever think that... in a good lover, confidence helps?” She lowered her straps on her top. Her buxom breasts became free. “Did you ever think that to be a good lover, you got to look said lover in the eye?” Sharmell then lowered her pants and underwear to show her lightly shaved bush. I maintained eye contact. She unbuckled my jeans and underwear, kissed me and said:
“Ooh. So big,” she said. I just shrugged. I wasn’t one to brag. “Why the reaction?”
“I’m not one to brag about that…”
“I am. Fuck me. Fuck me, daddy.”
She started sucking vigorously, while I chuckled. Before long, it became deep throating. She relaxed her gag reflexes. She occasionally gagged on it, with a long trail of saliva on my erection which turned me on more.