Short Story Sunday 3/5/2017 (Her Hustle in Paris)

Danisha and Darnell

I walked my sister to the door, hugged and kissed her and watched until she drove off. Anissa was right though. It wouldn’t hurt to call Darnell. As I walked up the stairs, I scrolled through my phone for his number. Then his face popped up on my screen. He was FaceTiming me. I ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror and made sure I was presentable. I took a deep breath in and out and answered.

“Hey Darnell.”

“Hey Danisha. Is this a bad time?”

“No. My sister just left.”

“Oh, ok. Well, how are you?”

“Fine. And you?”

“You still tricking?”

I glared at him in the phone. He kept a straight face. He hadn’t cracked a smile since we had been talking. I laid on the bed.

“No, Darnell, I am not still tricking and I never have.”

“Your girlfriend?”

“She moved to Tokyo. Why are you asking all these questions about my personal life? We haven’t spoken in months and you want to know who I’m fucking or who I’m with?”

“I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t interrupting anything.”

“What did you call me for Darnell?”

“I moved to Houston last week and wanted to see if you wanted to get together some time and just talk.”

I threw the phone at the wall and regretted it as soon as it had left my hand. “That fucking bastard!” I grabbed my pillow and screamed into it. Then, the doorbell rang. My heart pounded faster. I walked slowly down the stairs as it rang again. I looked through the peep hole and it was Darnell. How the fuck did he know where I lived?

“I know you’re here Danisha.”

Dammit! I swung the door open.

“What the entire absolute fuck are you doing here Darnell?”

He grabbed my waist and kissed me. He slammed the door behind him. He lifted me and I wrapped my legs around him. He leaned me down on the couch and slipped his hands into my shorts. He fingered me so softly. He took my shirt off and pulled the cups of my bra down, exposing and attacking my breasts, continuing to finger me. I moaned in his ear and grabbed the back of his neck. With my free hand, I grabbed his dick, which was already hard. I pulled it out his pants and stroked it.

He kept biting my breasts and fingering me a little faster. He stopped and pulled my shorts off. Grabbing a condom out of his shorts, he put it on and took his shoes and pants off. He climbed back on top and kissed me. I grabbed his dick and put it in, forgetting how big it was. He filled me and I let out a loud moan. He kept stroking deeper, harder and faster. I kept screaming, not being able to control myself and the heat between us. He rolled over on the couch, putting me on top. I rode and rode him. He sucked my breasts and smacked my ass. He was so damn big. I didn’t even hear the door open and my sister screamed. I kept going.

“Sorry, I’ll go upstairs,” she said as she took off.

Darnell laughed and I kept going, ignoring what was going on. I had been thinking about this moment for the longest. He turned us to the side and hit it as hard as he could. He lifted me and laid me on the couch, stroking deeper and faster.

“Fuck me Darnell! Fuck me!”

He turned me over and hit it from the back, bending me over deeper. His strokes grew more aggressive, causing me to scream louder. I had forgot all about my sister. He flipped me over again, stroking harder. I think he was at his peak. He lifted one of my legs and hooked a finger around my big toe and stroked deeper. I screamed because he had gone too deep. He grunted and groaned in my ear and then pulled out. Putting his shoes and pants back on, he left and didn’t turn around. Not a single word.

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