The Impulse

Well now it was time to enjoy ourselves to the fullest extent. I was ready to hit the field and go test out these once dormant super powers I had repressed for so long. And indeed, it was time to do just that. So the idea was to take newly found members out to one of the city's most prominent nightclubs. The way I figured it, we would have some drinks to unwind everybody, maybe recruit some strays back to my home, and see what I could stir up from there. There was nothing in this world like a freshly singled, pissed-off women, ready to start some trouble. Impulse is a motherfucker.

To shake my pre-orgy jitters I figured I would find me a victim before we fully engaged with the night. You know while everyone's still picking out their Saturday's best, and finding babysitters, I would be planning a one-on-one session. I did realize how crucial my selection should be. I was picky to say the least. But, I wanted to make a statement. I had the perfect specimen in mind for my little experiment.

There was this guy named Cash. He had been around my ex, Orin and Kinnly for the past year. He was a cool older guy. Eventhough, my ex and I were done, he still showed his face from time to time. We had developed our own friendship in that time frame. During the debauchery, he would be here. He wouldn't keep his eyes off of me. I could see his thoughts through those eyes. It was damn near written on his forehead. Sometimes your pure energy can attract a person. Although he was friends with Orin he couldn't possibly have a clue about who I was. It didn't stop him from being drawn to me anyway. Like a vampire entering someone's home, all I needed was an invitation and a small window of opportunity.

So I text his phone, "Hey Cash, you goin out with us tonight? He replied, "Naw, I think Imma sit this one out. Y'all have some fun and take a few shots for me." So I quickly replied back, "I'm bout to call you." He picks up sounding all deep voiced and sexy. A smile steady grows across my face. I can just picture those purple-kissed, marijuana glazed lips moving, slightly showing that sexy ass gap in his teeth. I almost choke up. I jump back out of my head so I could execute the play at hand. "Hey, Carmen," he chuckled. He was the only one that called me by my first name. I liked it. I was always responding to him by his last. "Hi, Mr. Smith," I chuckled back, "the reason I called is because I just got done getting dressed and everybody is still getting ready. I have a little time on my hands. I was wondering if we could meet up at Toya's house to have some fun of our own. Surely there's no pressure if you are busy."

He knew this would eventually happen, so he didn't hesitate. "No! No!" He quickly answered, "I'm not busy at all. I can meet you there." And just like that, it was on.

I know you are wondering, well if I had a new male friend in my life already, why call Cash? Well, at this time Knuckles and I weren't exclusive. I was also just scratching the surface of this founded freedom. I did need to make other arrangements in case that 30% rule didn't go well with him. Besides I was still in the "I wanna be petty" mode. Cash was a perfect fit. The next question I know you're asking is why would I meet at my friend's house to have sex if both of us have one of our own? That's simple. Let me break it down a bit. I assure you, there is always a method to my madness. You see, listening to Jukey, Orin, and Oric stories all the time taught me a few valuable lessons. Never shit where you eat. In this case, doing dirt with your ex's friend, in the house that man was just exiled from. Just imagine this all, while having a great possibility that he could be lurking in the near shadows of your bedroom window. That's asking to be a victim of a crime of passion. Me hosting for this particular fuckery, would not be in my best interest. Besides I wanted absolutely no disturbances. No one would dare go looking for me at Toya's. She was the perfect hideaway. My friends also taught me, no matter what someone may say, never trust a person's living conditions. They could be lying about who resides there. The way Cash would leave at a certain time every night, proved he had a girl. So hosting at his was a big no-no. I remember the guys telling me stories about how they never even took off all of their clothes, sometimes not even their shoes, to go fuck a girl. If there was a slight chance a boyfriend or parent could walk in the front door, they would always plan ahead. Could you imagine not being prepared? Could you envision yourself butt naked in someone else's territory, getting caught, and trying to find that nearest exit? Could you see yourself trying to search for your clothes in panic, because some jilted lover walked in and felt they had to fight every night just to prove their love? You see why picking a neutral destination only seemed more plausible?

Well he meets me on time. Toya and I exchange keys. I lock the door and she walks around the corner to go occupy my house and to finish getting ready. At least if I was running a bit late, she would be there to let the clan in. Although Cash seemed nervous, I didn't let that throw me off. I took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom. I sat on the bed with my legs open. I took him by his belt and positioned him between them. I looked at him and slowly started pulling his pants off. With a soft tone, I said, "I want you to relax. We have the whole house to ourselves. So Imma take off your shoes so you can be more comfortable. Lay down." Without objection, he does as commanded.

Reach down into his briefs to free him. I slowly place all of his manhood into my warm wet mouth. Now at the base of it, I collapse my tongue and I take his length deep into the tunnel of my throat, and hold it there. I wanted to prove that not everyone has a gag reflex. I wanted him to remember me. I wanted this to be too much for him to hold secret. I wanted to show him what his homie just let go. After a brief hold, I came up with no breath taken. I slide my tongue around the tip of the head to hug it like I missed it. I begin to massage it at the same time like it had already went to work. I took my time. I wanted him to feel all the acrobatic routines I could perform for him orally. The more he tensed up the more his phallus would swell within my cheeks. I knew he was at his tipping point. All that Joshua had once taught me was resurfacing at this moment. I had to slow it up. So I switched rotation to make his urge subside a little. I wanted him to know I was doing this for me. For that I mean to go as long and as far as I deemed satisfying. I anchored him between my lips as I once did with the peach. I flickered my tongue on the tip of it. He begins to skirm again. While he is distracted I pull down my pants and panties. I continue to rotate strokes by wrapping my tongue completely around his shaft. I went up and down. Up and down again. With every slide of this motion I would kiss the tip of him. His body was fully activated. So was I. If I kept this up any longer he would blow. So I stopped before he could.

I proceed to mount him while on the tips of my toes. I gently grab his dick and position it to enter my already soaking wet pussy. I slide down and look at him and smile. The fit was so snug. I catch a better idea.

"Stay still for me," I whisper. With him still completely submerged in my juices, I spin my body around til my back is facing him. What can I say? Reverse cowgirl has always been one killer fucking position. I stay on my toes during this round though. I grab my ankles and steadily rise up to the tip of him. I bounce on just the head of his dick three, maybe four times. Then, without warning I glide down to the base of him then back up to repeat it again. I feel him swelling inside me again. This time my walls match him. I know if I cum right now so is he, so I try to delay the outcome.

His body is reacting in ways that surprised me. He was fully turned on.I like teasing his body like this. Although he tried to handle it, his choice was already gone. I like the control I had. Now I know acting on impulse could feed this new thirst for control that I was beginning to love. I had to finish my way.

So I finally get off my feet and straddled him with my knees touching the mattress.I grab his hands and guide them to my ass so he had something to hold on to. With his hands there, I lean down towards his feet, relax my upper half. I place my head on the bed and then grab his ankles so I could not be moving anything else but what he now had in the palm of his hands. I pick up speed letting him know that what he aches for is up ahead. I look back at him as I bounce and finally grant permission, "Cum for me baby. "

His toes begin to throw up gang signs. His hands gripped my ass tighter. He moaned the sexiest tone I have ever heard. He was surely cumming. Before he could completely finish I jumped up off of him. Put the tip back in my mouth to taste it all. I moaned, as his last few drops escaped into my mouth, for I had a stream of my own now flowing from my body. He was so sensitive he kept jerking and skipping breaths. He gripped me by the head and forced me to stop. I did. We both started to giggle.

As we both started heading to the bathroom to clean up, I caught a glimpse of the smile on his face. That shit was priceless. He looked at me and said, "Carmen! WTF!" I was beginning to feel like I was going to hear those lines often throughout this journey. He just kept shaking his head. "I don't know what to say." I must admit, I liked the fact he was flabbergasted. It would make this departure less awkward, I guess. My thoughts make me chuckled out loud. He smiles once more, finally looks at me, and asks, "what the fuck just happened?" I explained, "exactly what was supposed to." Just like before, I knew I had done something good. I enjoyed the show as much as he did. I gained that same feeling I once had with Jassicka. It felt great. Watching the aftermath to this motion was even more rewarding. That man was so distraught. All I can do is chuckle.

In the back of my mind, I can hear myself yelling, "YOU BET NOT OFFER THAT MAN NO FUCKIN KOOL-AID!"