A ride home 3

Chapter 3

“Moooom, may I use your Chloe?” Jo-Ann calls out from the bathroom attached to her bedroom, stretching out the word ‘mom’ in a voice loud enough to be heard anywhere in the condo.

“Sure Hon’. Are you going out?” her mother shouts back from downstairs.

“Yes,” Jo-Ann replies

And the exchange that follows is typical of a sixteen year-old’s attempting to communicate with her mother without actually passing along any information that might restrict her plan.

“Where are you going?”

“Just out, no place special.”

“Who are you going with?”

“Some friends are coming by to get me.”

In this case, Jo-Ann’s ploy was further helped by the fact that her mother was herself anxious to leave for a planned evening out.

A horn sounded and her Mother called back, just as Jo-Ann turned the hair dryer back on for the finishing touches to her blond, shoulder length hair.

“Jack’s here, I have to go. Have fun tonight and don’t stay out too late. ‘Bye, love you.”

Jo-Ann turned off the hair dryer and was able to catch the last phrase of the exchange.

“Love you too, Moooom,” she shouted, again dragging out the word ‘mom’ until she heard the front door slam shut.

Jo-Ann had showered, dried her hair and was now standing naked in front of the mirror applying body lotion. The window was open at the bottom a few inches and a warm summer breeze entered, wrapped around her body and caressed her hardening nipples.

Turning her body sideways while still looking at the mirror she applied two hands-full of lotion to her firm, high ass cheeks. The fragrance imbedded in the lotion rose on the light breeze to fill her nostrils. Sweeping the lotion around to her hips she proceeded to rub her thighs, bending to do her calves and feet. Straightening, she squirted more lotion on her willing hands and worked her stomach, ribs shoulders and lastly her breasts. She lingered on her rock hard nipples longer than necessary, letting one hand drift down to her wet pussy lips and swollen clit. A rush shivered through her body when her hand made contact with the super sensitive organ.

Jo-Ann snapped out of her reverie and pulled her hand quickly away from her love bud.

“No,” she said aloud. “I’ll save myself for Tyrone,” knowing he’ll soon be here to pick her up.

She stared at her swollen nipples a moment longer and thought how the clinging red silk blouse she would be wearing braless tonight would keep them erect and proudly displayed , the way her man likes them.

She finished her make-up, having spent most of the time working around her deep blue eyes to accentuate them to their best, and slipped a pair of black thong panties over her full, sensuous hips.

In her bedroom she pulled on a sheer pair of black thigh-high stockings over her long shapely legs, added the plunging neckline red silk blouse, leaving the top button open to better show off her full, c-cup breasts, pulled on and zipped up her short, pleated black skirt and slipped her feet into a pair of sling-back three-inch heels. For the final touch she dabbed some of her mother’s Chloe perfume between her breasts, behind her ears and on the bare flesh of her inner thighs above her stockings.

Waiting by the door for her, handsome, muscular black stud she checked out her reflection in the nearby mirror. She was pleased with what she saw. Tyrone had told her to wear something sexy and she certainly had complied. She reached up and rubbed her nipples, pleased to see them respond and push further against her clinging blouse. She wouldn’t have to do that with Tyrone around, just being with him kept her constantly aroused.

She heard a truck pull into the complex and opened the door. She was surprised to see her man pull-up driving a New Ford F-150 truck. Slamming the door shut behind her, she ran to greet him, catching him just as he rounded the front of the truck.

“Wow, a new truck,” Jo-Ann said, smiling and giving her man a big hug.

“It was delivered today. You don’t think I’d take out the prettiest girl in town in an old, beat-up truck. And don’t you look sexy tonight,” he added.

“Actually, I tried more for the slut look,” she said, turning and heading for the truck’s passenger door while wiggling her heart-shaped ass provocatively.

He caught up and opened the door for her, leaned against it and unabashedly watched her well tanned thighs part and her skirt ride-up higher as she climbed in. He got a nice view, all the way to the top of her thigh-highs. Immediately an erotic vision flashed into his mind: Jo-Ann bent low over a pool table, wearing only her stockings and heels, her arms extended and holding on to the edge of the table, her legs spread wide and her tits bouncing violently as he pounded his 9-inch, black cock into her tight, white, teen pussy. Fantasy? Most likely not he thinks, as he smiles and closes the door.

Tyrone climbs into the driver’s seat, turns the ignition key and the large super-charged engine rumbles to life. Before driving away he takes a hand from the wheel, turns and looks into the teen-beauty’s deep blue eyes.

“How about one minor adjustment,” he says.

Then he reaches out to undo one more button on her blouse, exposing most of the rounded tops of her c-cup breasts. Tyrone spreads his hand wide and lightly brushes against her hard nipples before returning his beefy hand to the steering wheel. Sighing softly and smiling broadly, Jo-Ann wiggles her butt and squeezes closer to her man, enjoying the feeling of his muscular arm rubbing against her left breast as he maneuvers the big truck out of the complex and onto the interstate.

“I didn’t know you smoked cigarettes.” she said, spying a cigarette sitting in the center ashtray

“It’s not a cigarette. It’s a fat, machine rolled, joint,” he says laughing. “I have a friend who has a hand cranked cigarette roller that packs them tight, three to four times the pleasure of the loosely hand-rolled ones. I brought it for you, Babe.”

Jo-Ann pushed in the lighter and stuck the joint between her lips, nervously waiting the few seconds it took for the lighter to heat up. Her hand was shaking as she grabbed the lighter as soon as it popped out and quickly lit the joint.

She took a deep drag, held it and slowly let her breath out as the familiar feeling of numbing lightness started low in her chest and spread outward to her extremities and her head. She took a second deep hit and the shaking stopped. She relaxed, thinking about her handsome man sitting beside her, her thoughts getting more and more erotic as she smoked the joint down and snuffed out the roach in the ashtray before it could burn her finger tips.

Light headed but fully aroused now she rose to her knees, turned toward Tyrone and kissed his neck, nibbled on his ear lobe and rubbed her hand along his crotch, feeling his cock twitch in response. She opened her legs willingly when he slipped his strong hand between her thighs, fondled and squeezed her firm, velvety ass cheeks and slipped two fingers up, to the first knuckle into her soaking wet pussy, easily navigating around her skimpy thong panties. She ground slowly against his hand seeking deeper penetration and contact with her swollen clit.

“Do you want me to practice my blow job? I think I did pretty well yesterday, but I can always improve,” Jo-Ann said softly in his ear as she continued her slow grinding.

“You did great yesterday, Babe, but let’s save it ‘til later. You’ll have plenty of time to practice your blow jobs later,” he said removing his fingers from her sloshing love hole.

“Here, clean these,” Tyrone ordered holding his fingers in front of her lips. “We don’t want to get the new truck all messy, do we?”

Jo-Ann obeyed instantly, sucking her juices off his fingers and blowing them dry with her warm breath as they pulled into the club parking lot, her face flushed and her body barely containing the built-up sexual pressure.

The club was a low building at the back of a poorly lit parking lot in a part of the city she had never visited. She felt perfectly safe however, with her man beside her. She knew he would watch out for her and protect her.

Tyrone moved around the front of the truck, through the light from the delayed shut-off head lamps and helped his teen lovely step down. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, cupping her right breast in his large hand and lightly rolling its nipple in his fingers – an action that was quickly becoming a habit that Jo-Ann was not discouraging – and walked his girl toward the club entrance.

A large, overweight black man, obviously the club bouncer and ID checker, was standing just outside the club entrance. ‘Tiny’ was embroidered on the left breast pocket of his knit club shirt. He was anything but tiny, thought Jo-Ann. A full head shorter than Tyrone, with a roll of fat overhanging his wide, studded leather belt, he looked as if he could hardly fit through the club door.

“Yo, Ty, was’ up,” he said in a deep wheezing voice as they got closer

“Tiny, this is my slut, Jo-Ann,” said Tyrone, giving her nipple a soft pinch.

“She’s a real little spinner, ain’t she” Tiny replied with a voice seeming to struggle for air.

Tyrone gets a puzzled look from Jo-Ann and laughs, picturing Jo-Ann impaled on Tiny’s fat, black cock while he spins her around like one of those wind driven children’s toys. As they pass by Tiny, Tyrone leans in and whispers something in his ear. They continue through the door and enter the club with Tiny’s deep, resonant laugh trailing behind them.

Jo-Ann is impressed with her first view of the inside of the club. It’s a fairly large room, softly lit with multicolored spots. A low, one-step stage and good-sized dance floor occupy one end of the room and a highly polished, mirror backed bar stretches along most of one wall. Twenty or so tables are spread throughout the room center and about a dozen booths with high padded backs and cushioned seats line the back wall and the wall across from the bar.

Recorded hip hop music is playing softly from the speaker system. It’s early still and only one couple is on the dance floor, with about 25 other people, singles and couples, scattered about the room. She does notice is that she is the only white person in the room. She presses closer to Tyrone, knowing that her man will watch over her.

They move into the room and Jo-Ann notices a handsome black man leave the bar and stride purposely toward them with a wide grin on his face that reminds her of Tyrone’s 1,000-watt smile. Tyrone drops his arm from around her and greets this man with a full brother hug. They could be real brothers, thinks Jo-Ann as she watches the two handsome men go through their male greeting ritual.

“Jackson, this is Jo-Ann. Jo-Ann this is my oldest and closest friend, Jackson,” Tyrone says, making the introduction.

Jackson’s smile seems to brighten even more as he spreads his arms wide and steps toward Jo-Ann. As if drawn by a powerful magnet, Jo-Ann moves forward without hesitation and gets quickly wrapped into a strong, warm hug.

“Let’s hang at the bar and have a drink while you two get to know each other,” Tyrone says and they move off toward the bar with Jo-Ann squeezed happily between them.

While Jackson talks with Jo-Ann, Tyrone orders a rum and coke double for her and two plain cokes for Jackson and himself. The drinks arrive, Jo-Ann takes a sip and with drink in hand, rests her back against the bar rail. She giggles to herself and wonders if it’s the rum, the pot or the two hunks leaning against her that’s making her warm all over. She takes a second, bigger sip and rubs her free hand along Tyrone’s muscular thigh and leaves it resting there lightly. She just can’t keep her hands off her man.

Tyrone wraps his arm around her shoulder in that familiar position, cradling her breast and lightly rolling her hard nipple between his fingers. Both men are close enough to feel the rush that shudders through her body. Jackson reaches his hand behind her, beneath the bar rail and starts rubbing her lower back, simultaneously moving closer, pressing his crotch against her outer thigh. Jo-Ann can feel his cock. God, she sighs, do all Ty’s friends have big cocks.

A slow dance song comes on and a few couples drift out onto the dance floor.

“Do you mind if I dance with your hot slut?” Jackson asks Tyrone.

“Not at all,” Tyrone replies. “Dance with Jackson, Babe, show him a good time,” Tyrone says to her, removing his hand from her shoulder and breast and pushing her lightly toward the dance floor.

Jackson lowers his hand to her firm ass and keeps up the light pressure as they move onto the dance floor. When she spins into his arms he reaches to grab her other cheek and pulls her in close with both hands pressing their crotches firmly together.