Cute Girls

“I don’t know… I’m really considering signing with the other label.” Chris said while laid back on his couch with unopened boxes and unplaced clutter all around him. He had to pick the hottest week of the summer to move to New York. “I’ve got to look out for my people, you know we started our own company before I even got on. Y’all don’t seem like you wanna give me my chance to really shine, really be independent.”

“Verbal, before you think of the future, you gotta remember the present. Intercept ain’t gonna put out the promotion like we will. They are not gonna care about you getting rights to your own publishing, taking care of your personal assets. They are on some real hippy-dippy “express yourself” bullshit, always have been. That’s why they need you to lift them out of the hole they’ve dug for themselves. Of course they gonna let you be independent because they don’t care. No guidance, no love. We are here for YOU.” The young executive rambled on to Chris. “We’re here for your talent. We do things differently here. We treat you like family. YOU first. Once you’re straight, you can do your own thing. My focus is to sell and promote your content. You’re the talent we need right now. Hip-hop is big and getting bigger. They need someone distinguishable from all the other posers in the crowd. Let me know what you wanna do, let me know soon.”

Chris thought it over. Ever since he came to New York from Baltimore to hook up with a producer for some tracks, things have been snowballing into great opportunities. He stayed with friends for a few weeks while he recorded a demo, did some performances and networked his ass off. And after all these years of being an aspiring rapper, things paid off. So far there are two small yet promising rival labels feuding over him, and though he didn’t know which one he’d sign with he knew he’d have to come to the Big Apple eventually because he’d be signing with someone regardless. He wasn’t too picky.

His friends, his homespun company and crew back home were counting on him to make big connections, get them out there to do big things, and he was just considering all of the choices.

There he sat in his hot studio loft, no air conditioning at a cool ninety-eight degrees in the shade. The humidity and stenchy aromas of the Manhattan streets had gave him a headache when he was outside earlier, and now there seemed to be no air circulating in his place whatsoever. He was hot and hungry and tired all at the same time. What was he thinking? He was already missing his mother, his old block, the girls who’d be walking around in tight short clothing smiling at him and begging for his attention. Yeah New York women were fine but they seemed unapproachable and even a little haughty.

“Tell you what…let me get those contracts over to you now.”

“What?”

“Be easy. No pressure. Just look ‘em over. I promise you’ll be ready to sign before the day is done.”

“How do you know? Is the deal that good?”

“Listen Verbal, I’m trying to show you how Peerless runs things here. I’m trying to show you how we get down. Trust me. Just trust.”

***

It was three o’ clock. The sunlight blared into his open and bright apartment, blanching the hardwood floors and paling the white walls even more. He tried to focus on getting his place straight but realized that the messenger would be here before he knew it with the contracts. He’d been unpacking without his shirt on, managing not to sweat outright but with the heat making his smooth brown skin moist and damp. He’d finish taking his third cold shower that day to avoid feeling sticky. But he also did it for other reasons…

For some strange reason, he found himself extremely horny. Sure he was usually always game, but this time it was different. He’d pass women on the street, and begin to tent his jeans when they laughed or spoke. When he watched them walk it would send lewd images to his brain at lightning speed. These things seemed so innocent, something he could handle before he got here. But now, he supposed that he was just craving some female companionship or something close to companionship. Chris loved women, all types of beautiful women. This didn’t help when he walked the New York City streets and had to cover up hard ons left and right in the summer heat.

He sighed and gave up on unpacking, only getting as far as putting the sheets on the bed, and that was only because sleeping on a bare mattress was uncomfortable in the heat and humidity. He spread out on the bed with his fan focused on him, beginning to doze into a heat-induced nap until he heard a knock at the door.

He sat up straight as a board and scrambled to answer it, thinking it was the messenger. When he opened the door he found out he was right. It was the messenger, just not the type he was thinking of.

She was slim, at about five foot six, creamy smooth brown skin about the same complexion as his, pouty lips and wavy black hair that reached down to her shoulders. She had big dark eyes with long lashes, wore a black kerchief tied around her head, a tank top revealing her toned smooth shoulders, and stopping short above her navel, with short tight black spandex that hugged her curvy legs and ass. Her messenger bag was also black, and had little buttons with cute and sassy sayings attached to the strap going across her chest. He noticed a small ankle bracelet on her slim right ankle. She wore black and white sneakers with fat white laces and on her hands black half-gloves. Her hands were on her hips and she was snapping gum.

“Are you letting me in or what?”

He moved out of her way as she sauntered into the apartment. He watched her round and curvy ass in those tight shorts as she looked around.

“Hmm…not packed in yet?”

“You want me to sign for the package right?” He said, not wanting to take up any more of her time, even though he wanted to take up a lot of her time.

“Take it easy. I aint got no place to be. Besides I know there’s contracts in here. I’m studying entertainment law. I know a lot about the music biz. I could help you go over them if you wanted.”

Chris arched his eyebrows in surprise. “You’d do that for me?”

“Well Merc did send me over here.” She said smiling as she chewed her gum.

Merc was the rambling bullshit spewing exec he was on the phone with earlier. Is this what he meant about finding out how they “get down”? He thought he knew what was going on, but still remained a little cautious.

She took off her bag and dug in for the letter package and threw it to him. As he caught it she asked, “You have anything to drink? It’s hot in here for real.”

Chris shrugged, “All I have is water.”

“Bottle or tap?” She asked raising an eyebrow with one hand on her hip.

“Tap. But I got ice. I got mad ice.”

She smiled, “It’ll do.” She grabbed the package she had thrown to him earlier and shooed him away.

When he came back with her water, she was already lounging on his couch, her sneakers off, papers spread in front of her on top of an unpacked box.

“You’re really reading that stuff huh?” He said, rethinking what he had thought Merc’s intended purpose was for the girl. Maybe she was here just to help him with the contracts. But, she was on his couch curled up Indian style, barefooted. He noticed the tension in her thighs and saw how well toned they were. A little charm hung delicately off of her anklet. She seemed to be studying the papers intently. Something about the way she looked right there seemed endearing.

He cleared his throat and offered her the water. She smirked and reached up delicately, her fingers touching his as she grabbed the tall cold glass beaded with cool perspiration. She unfurled her legs and stood, pressing the coolness against her neck and hissing with her eyes closed, pulling the glass down the front of her shirt until it touched her bare navel and she moaned, “It is so hot.”

Chris couldn’t help but notice how hard the nipples on her round smallish breasts became in that instant. It made him realize how unclothed he was. His shirt was off and he had on a pair of baggy sweats. He could feel blood rush to his dick, and he tried to ward off the familiar biological reaction he was beginning to have right now.

She opened her eyes and batted her lashes at him, “So, what do they call you again?”

“Doesn’t say my name in the contracts?”

“Right, right. Verbal. Excellent name. Your government is Christopher Green?”

“Chris. You can call me Chris. What…what can I call you…” Chris trailed off as he watched her turn up the ice cold glass of water to her pouty lips, swallowing more than she could take in, cold run off rolling down the corners of her mouth and down her neck to her chest. A continuous stream wetting the front of her white tank until nothing was left but ice. She took a deep breath, gave a satisfied grunt and a little belch.

Chris laughed. He wasn’t expecting her to do that.

“My names Desiree.” She said. “You know Verbal, word root, ‘Desire’”.

“I thought you were gonna call me Chris.”

“What else are you thinking?”

“That you were really thirsty.” He pointed to the wetness on her shirt, realizing that she wasn’t wearing a bra. The wet fabric clung transparent to her round buoyant breasts and hard nipples.

She looked down at herself, not embarrassed. “I’m really hot too.”

“You are.” He said absentmindedly.

She looked at him sideways and smirked. “Flirting?”

“I’m not really good at flirting.” Chris said, telling her the truth.

“You gonna be a rapper on Peerless, and you’re not good with womanizing? That’s sort of sweet.”

“Who said I was signing with Peerless?”

“Well I’m here to make you sign. Merc said, ‘don’t come back with out his john han…” she let her eyes play over his body, “…cock.” She raised an eyebrow.

“Oh so how are you gonna do that?”

“Get me some more water.” She demanded.

And like that, he’d gone from sexy banter, feeling like he had the upper hand, to suddenly jumping to her demands without thinking. This girl, she was no bimbo like he thought she might’ve been. She was…different than what he expected. But definitely no angel.

He returned with the water. She grabbed it from his hand, brought the glass up to her bottom lip, pulled it down to her chin and down to her neck, and suddenly with an excited gasp, began to pour the freezing cold water down the front of her body, making her shirt completely soak and wet, her shorts and her curvy legs. She emptied the glass until she was standing in a puddle.

“I really needed that.” She said. “Now what were we talking about? Your contracts right?”

He stood amazed and quiet, not able to talk or move.

“Now I’m more comfortable.” She looked around the small apartment. “Okay, bring those papers over to the bed. We can spread them out there.”

***

Soon they were on the bed laying paralell to each other, each perched on their sides. To his surprise she was actually talking to him about his contract and making sense, selling him on it, taking a pen and making annotations to things he wanted changed.

“Are we making progress?” She stopped to ask, her head resting on her hand.

Chris didn’t answer; he was too fixated on her heaving soaked breasts to say anything.

She looked down at herself, “Oh yeah. My shirt. Its wet and you can see everything. Might as well be naked than to be all wet on your bed.”

“All wet on my bed.” He thought almost smiling as he watched her sit up and slowly pull off her tank, finally catching glimpse of her beautiful breasts, not too small or too big, just enough for him to palm firmly if he just reached out and tried. He also watched incredulously as she got up off of the bed facing the wall with her back turned to him, and quickly pulled of her spandex shorts. She was wearing a black g-string, her round juicy asscheeks bouncing slightly as she kicked off her shorts. Suddenly she was back on the bed, lying on her back holding one of the papers above her as she slowly massaged her breasts. “So you want a distribution deal for your own company?”

Chris couldn’t help but get hard. “Desiree…”

“You can call me Des.”

“I like you’re name though.” He said transfixed by her rolling her nipples between her thumbs. “I could hear myself saying it…over and over again.”

She looked over at him. “I’m sorry, look at me. I’m just playing with my titties absentmindedly. Do you mind?”

“You seem comfortable with your body.”

“Not at all ashamed Chris. Why don’t you take off those hot sweats?”

He looked down at himself and realized that he’d have no hiding place for his hard throbbing dick, “Nah that’s fine I’m cool.”

“You’ve seen me. Let me see you.”

“Umm, I might offend you…” He realized he sounded stupid. After all she was practically naked on his bed.

She threw her head back and laughed, dropping the paper on her chest. “How might you do that?”

“You want to see how?”

She nodded. He began to take off his pants and she saw him tenting his shorts.

“Oh that’s how.” She shrugged. “Whatever. Take off your shorts.”

“What?”

“Look.” She said reaching down to pull off her g-string. She threw it at him and it hit him in the face before falling on the bed.

“It only takes you to make us equal.”

He stepped out of his underwear, his hard dick curving slightly upwards.

“There now we’re comfortable.” She patted the bed to motion for him to return to his previous spot. “You don’t have air conditioning.”

“I’m getting it soon.”

“I really don’t care for it. I like finding other ways to cool myself down.”

“I see that.” He said lying on the bed awkwardly.

“Or else if that don’t work, guess you can just let the heat take you over. That’s okay sometimes. Once you learn to do that, it’s easier to bear.”

He nodded intrigued by her large dark eyes.

“Why are you laying so stiff? What? You still embarrassed your dick’s hard? Look its natural. See my nipples are hard.” She began rubbing her tits again. “See, feel.”

Almost awestruck he reached out to touch her. She had moved back on her back by now and let him knead and rub her tits, thumbing the nipple. She closed her eyes and gave a soft gasp. It sent shivers down his spine. She felt so good. This seemed to be what he had been missing. If it was possible to get any harder than he was, he achieved that with what she said and told him to do next.

“And my pussy is wet.” She spread her thighs open. “Feel.”

He slid one hand down her chest slowly to her navel and then over the trimmed mound, dipping a finger inside of her, lightly touching her clit. She tensed up and moaned, beginning to grind beneath him.

“Hmm…”He said. “I’d rather taste.” He said forgetting how bold he was beginning to be.

“Do what you feel.” She said.

He moved closer to her and began to lick and suck on her breasts as he played with her warm moist core. It felt so tight and responsive that he felt pre-cum begin to ooze out of his tip. He hoped he wouldn’t cum by just touching her and tasting her with his tongue but the possibility was definitely there. It had been a long time since he had been with a woman. Not this intimately at least. He’d been too busy working towards this moment, when a beautiful sexy girl offered him to sign a record contract in a g- string and a smile. What future recording artist wouldn’t love that proposition?

He eased down to her belly button, softly kissing and tonguing her navel. Her hands played in his braids as he moved down further. Soon he was in front of her steaming hot pussy, dragging his tongue up and down her lips, slipping one, then two fingers in her core and fucking her as he nuzzled her clit with his lips.

“Oooh…” She said grinding hard against his face. “Eat that pussy Chris.”

The sexy sounds and breathing she emitted only made him want to please her more. He parted her thick lips and began to suck at her clit, beating his tongue against it simultaneously. She yelped and shuddered suddenly, probably surprised at the move, and surprised that he could do this so well at all.

He swirled his tongue around her clit while he reached up and grabbed one of her breasts, pinching and rolling around the nipples. He felt one hand on his head pushing him farther into her hot steamy sex and one on the hand that was playing with her tit.

“Oh Verbal…” She moaned low and bit her bottom lip as she worked her hips against his face gasping.

He began to flick her clit with his tongue faster, knowing that she was on the edge of ecstasy.

“Oh Verbaaaalllll…” She moaned louder.

He teased the tip of her clit with the tip of his tongue, faster and faster he went while played with her tits.

“Ohh yeah…like that…” She was suddenly shrieking.

In his excitement, he pinched her nipples hard enough to hurt her, but it only seemed to make her cum harder. She exploded on his face as she bucked and writhed on the bed, gasping and moaning in pleasure. He stayed with her, riding the waves of pleasure until she came so much and so hard that she screamed and cried pushing his face away.

He sat up and licked his lips as he watched her panting and sweating.

“Oh shit Christopher.”

“Call me Chris.” He said as he moved up along her body and stared into her eyes. He bent down and brushed his lips against hers. They began to kiss long and deep, their tongues intertwining. He started to feel a connection, an electricity between them forming and crackling as their bare skin touched. Hers, soft and silky and his taut and smooth.

When they pulled apart, she pushed him down on the bed, straddled his waist and stared into his face smiling. Then she inched down his body, her pussy brushing over his dick slightly. Chris almost came right then and there, but the sensation was gone and instead he felt her soft hands caressing his dick. He looked up to see her down near his hard cock, rubbing it between her hands like she was trying to keep it warm. “This looks good.” She said, planting a butterfly kiss on the tip as she grabbed his balls.

“hmmm…” She moaned, arching her back with her round tasty ass in the air as she descended upon his hard cock. She made her mouth tight, pulling in her cheeks, as she slid her face down on Chris’s dick.

“Shit.” He heard himself said watching her work her mouth on him, fucking him with it bobbing up and down like a pro. She let up to let drool trail from her mouth to his tip, licking up and down the shaft, stopping once in a while to flick her tongue across his balls. He felt his eyes roll back in his head his toes curl and a warm tingling sensation in his cock as she put him in her mouth and swirled her tongue around the tip. Her suction was tight and warm, hitting all of the right nerves. He grabbed a fist full of her wavy long hair and forced her down more and more until to his surprise and delight he could feel her throat giving way to accommodate the thick tip of his dick. The thought of him shooting jizz in her throat almost made him come.

“Pull up Des…if you don’t stop I’ll…”

Before he could finish his sentence she ascended. “Don’t you wanna cum?”

“What do you think?” He asked.

She crawled up to him, and began to straddle his dick. Steadying herself above him, her pussy was flush with his hard tip. With a sudden flourish she dropped down on his dick nearly impaling herself but shaking her walls with a mini orgasm. Chris moaned and grabbed her hips as she began to ride him slowly at first, working her hips and bouncing up and down on her knees, but soon they’d developed a rhythm. She leaned in close to him on his chest, kissing him and teasing his tongue with hers while her ass bounced up and down on his dick. He lifted her titties to his waiting mouth and began to suck and tongue the nipples. She moaned and gasped and giggled as her tight walls massaged his cock and his tip hit deep inside of places when she let herself slip down on his long hard cock.

“Shit Des, not yet.”

She got the picture and let him push her off of him.

“How do you want it?’ She asked coyly as she sat on the bed twirling her hair. “I want to cum again with your dick inside me Chris.”

He caressed her shoulders and said, “Stand up.”

She listened to him, getting off of the bed and standing in front of him. He couldn’t resist, he grabbed her hips and began to kiss her navel until she giggled and moaned again. “Walk over to that wall and face it.”

She did as she was told.

“Hold on to the wall, bend over.”

She spread her legs apart, held onto the wall with both hands, and bent over so that he could see the puffy brown lips of her pussy. He walked over to her, grabbing one of her shoulders and feeling her pussy and clit with the other, sticking his middle and ring fingers in her hot tight core while he massaged her clit with his index finger. She moaned and began to grind on his hand again. He admired her body as he began to get her off, she was so sexy. Finally he couldn’t stand it anymore. He grabbed his dick and slowly began to push his tip inside of her. She hissed and moaned and called his name during the insertion of every inch. He went as deep as he could until he felt himself hit bottom, then he felt a shudder come over his body at the sight of his dick inside of her from this angle and at her round smooth ass. Slowly, he began stroking in and out of her, becoming in tune to her body and her sounds, trying to please her because he sounds she made helped to get him off. When they had found a steady rhythm, she began backing her ass up on his dick fucking him back. Their rhythm started to get faster, her pussy slapping against his balls, her asscheeks bouncing back against his waist. The pressure was getting higher between them. Delaying his orgasm and the sexual tension from earlier had brought his ecstasy to a higher level. He knew that if he came soon it wouldn’t be like any orgasm he’s had in a while.

He put on hand on her hips and one on her shoulder, grabbing her hard for leverage. He thrust and pumped himself deep and hard into her body, she moaned and rocked with him, cursing and egging him on, “Harder Chris, yeah harder. Fuck that pussy Chris…shit tear that back up…”

The sound of their skin slapping together with the smell of sex made him feel intoxicated.

“Oh Chris…shit…yeah…I’m Cuuuuummmming…!” She literally screamed and this only made him go at her harder. Soon her body tensed up and she began to shudder. He felt the subtle milking of her pussy muscles on his shaft and he continued to pump at her hard until he knew that it was time for him to cum.

“Shit Desiree…” is all he said, but the timbre in his voice told her what he meant.

“Pull out now.” She said.

“What?” He stopped woozy from his passionate haze of ecstasy.

“Pull out baby.”

He did as he was told and was surprised to find her kneeling before him, his dick in her mouth. She played with his balls and sucked furiously, stopping to say, “I want you to come on my face.”

That was all it took.

He pulled his dick out of her mouth and almost immediately began to spew thick white jizz all over her face and inside of her mouth. He grabbed her head and pumped thread after thread of cum all over her forehead and cheeks and in her mouth where she mixed her own spit with his sperm and let it spill out of her lips. It was incredible.

When it was over and he got her a towel to wipe her face he joked, “You’re such a slut.” “Hmm…you know you like it don’t you?”

“Yeah. We can be slutty together. How that sound?” He said pulling her close to him, their bodies touching. He kissed her softly and watched her eyelashes fluttered as he pulled back.

“Okay. But right after you sign the contracts.”

He frowned, “Is that the only reason you’re still here?”

“It’s the reason I came, but not the reason I’m coming back tomorrow.”

Chris smiled and kissed her again. She yelped when he threw her over his shoulders and ventured towards the bed. “I think you’re gonna have to explain those clauses again. As long as it takes, over and over again until I understand.”

He threw her down on the bed and she giggled uncontrollably. That’s when he knew things were going to be different from now on.