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  “Easy there,” she said, “you’re too damn big to fuck me that way.”

  Chris scooped her into his arms and pulled her back down on the floor beside him. “Well let’s be a little more traditional then,” he suggested. His cock pressed against her belly, as his lips found her cheek, her jaw, her throat. His hands began to roam, avoiding her breasts to search out the zipper behind her and painstakingly open it.

  Her breasts spilled forward as the fabric loosened and Chris failed to ignore the distraction. He pulled her dress down about her waist so he could free her bosom from her bra. Merci had always believed her breasts were her best physical attribute and Chris certainly appeared to appreciate them. He scooped one mahogany globe up in his hand and began to kiss the large ebony aureole, starting at the edges and working his way in.

  Merci felt her flesh begin to pucker and watched the long nipple stand up in pride. “How did you know I like tootsie rolls?” Chris asked just before his tongue darted out to taste the top of one swollen tit.

  The shock of pleasure jolting through Merci’s body confused her thought processes. “What?”

  “Your beautiful tits look just like my favorite candy,” Chris explained, “mini tootsie rolls.”

  He lightly bit the sensitive flesh and a spasm buckled Merci’s body.

  “Mmmm, just as chewy and just as tasty,” Chris said.

  He sucked the tit hard into his mouth and tried to touch Merci’s stomach but her crumpled dress got in the way.

  He let go of the nipple. “This has got to go!”

  Grabbing the top of the dress with both hands, he pulled it quickly down Merci’s body, tossing it across the room. The air conditioning embraced her, raising goose bumps on her flesh and heightening her need for Chris’ body. His tongue went to work on her other nipple; teasing, playing and stimulating the ultra sensitive flesh while his fingers glided over her stomach, skirting her navel to patrol the territory just north of her panties.

  Merci closed her eyes and concentrated on breathing. She had intended to take control for this third round but all she wanted now was to keep feeling Chris’ lips and fingers. He slipped under her panties and began a foray into her bush, searching the hair of her mons veneris for the spots that made her see stars.

  He found them too—Merci never remembered feeling so many sparks without her genitals actually being part of the action. Sure Chris was sucking on her nipples, but that didn’t explain the twinges of pleasure shocking her groin or the way her body leaned into his fingers as they caressed her.

  He ventured further south, testing the moistness of her lips and dragging the sweet liquid out into the air to lubricate her clitoris. Merci couldn’t stifle her moans. She let her hips rise and fall, gyrating sensuously beneath Chris’ skilled fingers. She’d completely surrendered control to him and she didn’t care. All she wanted to do was let this man make her come again.

  His mouth switched back to her other nipple, leaving the first suddenly cold without his lips to warm it. His fingers slid inside her again, letting the long middle digit ride her clit as he penetrated her. His forefinger and ring finger rode either side of her labia compressing them against the middle finger—making her tremble—longing for something larger. Her heart beat could outpace a race horse’s. Chris’ actions were generating enough electricity to power a twelve story skyscraper. The charge kept building, building, building. His lips on her nipple... His fingers in her pussy. All powerful need peaked in her groin and further engorged her already swollen tits. Her fingers began to flail as her body quivered on the verge of climax. She brushed his monster cock with her hand and clamped hold of it.

  Chris jerked in response, curling his long middle digit inside her, accidentally digging hard into her g-spot.

  Merci’s whole lower body erupted in pleasure. She screamed, thrust her hips high into the sky, and squeezed even harder on Chris’ cock.

  The bastard let go of her convulsing pussy and pulled away. A moment later he swung her body around, pushed her legs high into the air, and yanked her panties off. Her hips continued to dance, riding out the orgasm that Chris was no longer conducting. He forced one ankle back near her ear, crushing Merci’s breast with her own leg, and rubbed his thick erection against the lips of her pussy.

  Merci’s tremors intensified as Chris bore down to his task. He found the slit between her lips and thrust hard with his hips.

  Merci’s mouth opened in startled pleasure. She couldn’t believe the shear girth of him. Her pussy tightened spastically around his length, still vibrating with her continuing climax. Chris howled with excitement and began to pump, bullying his way through her tightened circumference, the friction of his passage renewing her orgasm. She dug her fingernails into his white ass, encouraging him to thrust harder, faster, edging up his climax until molten fire filled her insides and triggered one last orgasm to meet his.

  “Wow,” Chris mumbled into the top of Merci’s head. “I guess I really owe Liv big time for this.”

  Merci heard Chris’ words through the fog of half-sleep but didn’t fully comprehend them. “Owe her for what?”

  “For introducing us,” Chris said. “It’s seems funny now, but I never really thought Liv liked me before. She’s not an easy woman to get along with.”

  Merci felt her heart go cold with dread. Liv didn’t like Chris and Merci was suddenly afraid that Chris would learn why she had agreed to go out with him.

  “It’s my fault, I guess,” Chris mumbled. “It’s embarrassing, but I really didn’t remember.”

  “Remember what?” Merci asked, truly not understanding what he was talking about.

  “It’s what you asked me about at dinner. I really don’t remember how far we went.”

  Merci racked her brain until finally her sleepy mind started functioning again. “You don’t remember if you slept with Liv? Oh my God, everything makes sense now!”

  “It’s terrible,” Chris agreed, “but I got really, really drunk at a party a few years ago. Apparently Liv and I hooked up afterwards and she got very angry when I didn’t call her the next day. But that was nothing to how furious she got when she realized I didn’t know what she was talking about. I just honestly didn’t remember anything. I guess Liv has finally forgiven me.”

  Chris’ words explained so much that Merci had never understood. He’d given Liv the ultimate insult—not remembering their night together—and Liv really was too proud to ever forgive Chris for that transgression. Merci would have to tell him or next time Liv might get her revenge.

  “She hasn’t forgiven you, Chris.”

  “What?”

  “Do you know why she suggested I date you tonight?”

  Chris hesitated for a moment before admitting that he did not.

  “Liv had just had a one night stand with a black man and she was talking about a difference she’d noticed between his dick and white ones.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “Neither did I at first,” Merci admitted. “Apparently most black men keep their size all the time and just get really, really hard when they’re erect. Most white cocks get small when they’re soft and then grow maybe three or four times their length as they harden. Liv told me this and I didn’t believe her. Anyway, Liv set up this evening to prove her point.”

  Chris sat up beside Merci, half spilling her on to the floor. “You went out with me to see how much my dick grows during an erection?”

  Merci sat up beside him. “When you say it like that it sounds bad, but the truth is even worse. Liv wanted me to get you to expose yourself—get you all turned on so I could see the size of your erection—then pretend to be frightened by your size and kick you out unsatisfied.”

  “What?” Chris asked. The expression on his face would be comical if the situation wasn’t so serious.

  “She wanted you hurt—embarrassed—feeling ashamed of your body,” Merci said. She didn’t tack on the obvious ending: like you made her feel.

  “An
d you were going to do this?” Chris’ indignation hurt Merci even though it was justified.

  “I don’t know. I’d been drinking. I don’t really remember what I promised. I just knew I had to go on this date and well—you’re really not the guy Liv’s been telling me about all of these years. You’re sweet, selfless, strong...about the only thing Liv got right is that you have an incredibly big cock. So I thought I’d take a look and make up my own mind as the evening went on.”

  “So this is all—”

  “No!” Merci would not compromise on this point. “I started throwing out Liv’s opinion and making my own plans before we even got to the restaurant. I like you, Chris. This was real tonight.”

  Chris fell silent for a moment. “I wish I could be sure because I really like you, Merci.”

  “How can I make you sure?” Merci asked.

  Chris didn’t answer, so she leaned forward and kissed him tenderly, letting her tongue stroke some enthusiasm back into his body.

  “I’ll make a deal with you,” she suggested, taking his penis back into her hand. “You let me make certain you’ll never forget tonight, and I’ll let you take me out tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day, and as often as you want.”

  Chris pulled Merci into his arms, his dick already growing in her hand. “Which way is the bedroom?” he asked.

  Chapter Nine

  Interlude: The Morning After

  Merci

  Merci snatched up the phone without taking her eyes off the spreadsheet on her office computer, “Merci LaCroix speaking.”

  “So tell me about it!” Liv demanded. Anticipation bubbled in her voice. “I want to hear every last detail.”

  Merci’s spine stiffened at the sound of her friend’s voice and she wished that she had checked the caller ID before answering. She felt exhausted after her long night with Chris but also felt happier than she’d been in a very long time—at least she’d felt that way until she heard Liv’s voice on the other end of the line.

  “So tell me!” Liv repeated.

  Merci knew she should simply brazen it out and tell Liv the truth, but that was going to make Liv angry and Merci really hated to fight. “It was—”

  Evidently, Merci wasn’t speaking fast enough for Liv. “What did he do when you pretended to be scared? That cock of his is a real monster, isn’t it?”

  Merci turned away from her keyboard and began fidgeting with a pen. Liv was really going to be pissed. “It was-”

  Liv laughed. “I can picture his face. Poor Chris, all worked up and no one to help him get off. Tell me what he said!”

  “I slept with him!” Merci blurted.

  “What?”

  “I slept with him!” Merci repeated. “His cock was so big. I’d never seen one like it. I got excited. I was a little drunk. I-”

  “You slept with him!” Liv shouted. “What the hell made you do that? You were suppose to frustrate the bastard! Humiliate him if you could! You weren’t suppose to help him get his rocks off.”

  As Liv shouted, Merci dropped the pen and pulled in on herself. She pulled her legs up under her on the office chair and waited out the storm of Liv’s words. When her friend finally finished, she quietly asked: “How long have you known me, Liv? Did you really think I could do something like that?”

  Silence filled the electronic space between them, stretching out until Merci couldn’t take it anymore. “I didn’t plan to sleep with him,” Merci said, “but I had a lot of fun, and the wine was good, and-”

  “This isn’t a disaster,” Liv interrupted. “You’re right! There was no way you were going to be able to go through with my first plan. You’re too nice to be mean to anyone. But we can still salvage this. You’re gorgeous. When he calls you up for another date you have to refuse. Tell him his big cock hurt you and you don’t want to see him again. Tell him-”

  Merci cut her off. “We’re going out again tonight, Liv.”

  “What? You can’t—”

  “I really liked him, Liv, and he’s really good in bed. I’m sorry I don’t want to hurt you, but I want to see Chris again.”

  “No!” Liv spoke the word as if she had the ability to determine Merci’s actions.

  “I’m sorry,” Merci repeated, then added, “thanks for introducing us.”

  “You can’t do this!” Liv shouted. “He’s an arrogant prick, Merci, and he’s going to end up hurting you. Look, I’m sorry I set this whole thing in motion but you can’t go out with him again.”

  “I’ve already agreed,” Merci said, “and Liv, I really like him.”

  “You can’t do this!” Liv repeated. She’d moved from shocked to demanding to cajoling to angry.

  “I’m sorry,” Merci said.

  “You can’t be friends with both of us!” Liv warned.

  “I’m sorry…”

  Part II: Close Shave

  Chapter Ten

  Chris

  Two weeks later, Chris rolled away from Merci’s still-sleeping body and slapped the snooze button on the alarm clock. He couldn’t believe it was already 6:00 A.M. When had they actually stopped making love and begun to drift off toward sleep? Was it around 2:30? 3:00? These late energetic nights would be the death of both of them, but Chris wasn’t about to start complaining or change a thing.

  He got his palms flat on the mattress and pushed his chest and head up off the bed. Merci curled up in the fetal position beside him and the bed sheet slipped down to her waist exposing one perfect mound of smooth dark flesh curving toward a thick ebony nipple.

  Chris felt his penis stir despite having come twice the night before. He glanced back at the clock: 6:02 A.M. There might be time for a quickie before they went to work. Neither of them really needed to be late again.

  Chris pulled the sheet the rest of the way down Merci’s body, his erection growing as he exposed her smooth dark skin. She was so beautiful. He ran his pale fingertips over her sleek hip and down her thigh, feeling the electricity spark between their bodies. He slipped his hand between her legs and wormed his way back up to her pussy. Merci squirmed in her sleep but did not open her thighs for him.

  His dick was quite hard now, the impressive organ pointing straight up past his navel toward his chin. He pulled on Merci’s thigh, turning her over onto her back. Merci sighed but still did not waken. Her large breasts flattened against her chest and her dark nipples pointed up at the ceiling as if posing to catch his attention.

  Chris slid his right hand through her thick curly bush until his thumb came to rest on her clitoris. He rubbed it lightly with the tip of his calloused flesh. The friction was greater than he wanted so he lifted the thumb to his mouth and sucked on it for a few moments before returning his hand to Merci’s pussy. His fingers snaked back through her curly hair and the thumb slid smoothly around her swelling clitoris.

  Merci stretched, arching her back and pushing herself firmly against Chris’ hand. He couldn’t resist pressing the bare purpling head of his swollen cock against Merci’s outer labia.

  He stroked her clit again.

  The alarm went off, spoiling the moment.

  Chris lunged across the bed to hit the snooze button again, but he took too long. Already rising toward wakefulness, the alarm plus Chris’ movement caused Merci to open her eyes. Perhaps Chris’ rigid organ pressing into her stomach had something to do with it as well.

  Chris repositioned himself above Merci. His thumb began to stroke her again even as she focused on him with bleary eyes.

  “My God,” Merci mumbled, “how many more times do you think I can come tonight?”

  “I like to make you come,” Chris pressed his lower body close to hers giving her a reminder of what he’d just started.

  Merci pushed his hand away from her pussy. “Stop, what time is it?”

  “Time for us to fuck,” Chris insisted.

  Merci wasn’t having any of it. She rolled over, awkwardly extracting Chris from between her legs and took a closer look at the clock. “Yik
es, it’s 6:10. We’re going to be late again.”

  “So we’re late,” Chris said, attempting to return her to her back.

  “Go take a shower,” Merci ordered, laughing sleepily at his persistence. “You can come back and fuck me again tonight!”

  Chris rolled clumsily off the bed, helped along by a playful push from Merci’s foot, and stumbled off toward the bathroom. In no time at all he had a steamy hot shower cascading over him, helping him to rub the sleep out of his eyes. The hot streams beat on his eyelids, cheeks and forehead before coursing down his chest and stomach to pour off of his now flaccid dick and balls.

  It would be too easy to relax back into sleep under the massaging waters so Chris forced himself to quickly wash his hair and scrub his body. Merci had been very accommodating as Chris’ things had begun to appear in her bathroom and bedroom: Head and Shoulders, Irish Spring, razor blades, clean suits and underwear. It certainly simplified matters that he didn’t have to stop at his house on his way to work.

  Chris stepped out of the shower, groping for one of Merci’s fuzzy thick towels and began to sponge the water out of his hair and off his face. He paused long enough to wipe the fog off the mirror, but it reformed as he returned to mopping the moisture off his chest.

  He cleaned the mirror again. Condensation continued to bead upon his hot skin, but Merci needed the bathroom and they were running late again.

  Chris picked up a bottle of shaving cream and filled his open palm with soft white foam. His skin had already been softened by the steam from the shower so he didn’t really need the cream, but he smeared it on anyway so he could enjoy the clean feeling which accompanied scraping it back off his cheek and neck.

  Next Chris turned the tap water on hot and washed his hands before it turned scalding. The mirror had fogged over again so he scrubbed it once more with the towel and then picked up his disposable razor and ran the blade under the piping hot water.