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“Wait,” Sophia says, pulling her mouth from his, and then looking at him directly in his eyes.
Jamal keeps his hand on her thighs and looks at her. He exhales hard out of his mouth and she knows that he is probably more than a little frustrated. He wants to get up off her to allow her to breathe, but he has a problem between his legs that he is suddenly very embarrassed for her to see. She doesn’t want to see it too, having felt it against her belly but still not sure about just what she is going to be faced with when he eventually does come up.
He brings his mouth back on hers, and tries to move his hand higher up her dress. Sophie presses harder against his hand so that he knows that she doesn’t want him to touch her too far up her leg. Many questions flash across his face, in his deep dark eyes, but he doesn’t ask her any of them. He does wonder though if she is just a tease, and if she just invited him here to frustrate him. Somehow he knows that this is not the case, but Jamal really wants to have his hands on her, all over her, and the thought that this might not happen frustrates him.
Sophie adjusts herself underneath him, and moves herself up on the sofa.
He lets her move, and then he is sitting up next to her. It is too late for him to make the necessary adjustments in his pants that will hide his erection, so he doesn’t even try. He looks over to where his wine is on the side table, and then as he gets up to pick it up, steps in the broken glass, crushing it under his sneakers.
“Sorry,” he says, and he lifts his foot.
“It’s okay, it was my fault…” she says, and then she gets up and goes to get a mop and a bucket from the kitchen.
“No, don’t use that,” he mumbles, and he goes to the kitchen to get some terry towel off the counter. Jamal returns to the broken glass and picks it up carefully off the floor. “Your couch is ruined,” he says, looking to where some of the red has splashed on the base of the grey seat.
“It’s not my couch…” she says, and the both laugh, lessening the awkwardness of what just happened. Sophie is still feeling a little flushed, and Jamal really wants to explore more of her as he makes quick work of the broken glass.
After cleaning up all the glass from the floor and wiping the wine that hasn’t already soaked into the floor from it, he picks up his glass and takes a sip. Then he hands this glass to Sophie, filling it up again before she takes a huge sip. She looks flushed now, and he smiles. He wipes the sweat beads that have formed on his brow and he stands in front of her, the bottle in hand. As she takes another sip from the glass he brings the bottle to his mouth and takes a huge gulp.
“Are you okay?” he asks her now, taking another huge sip from the bottle.
“I am…I’m sorry…” she says. She really feels the need to apologize for this one thing that never happened. She is obviously not ready for it, but she really wants to have his hands on her again. How though will she let him know that there is a limit to what he thinks is going to happen? She thinks though that it would be more than a little unfair to allow this to go on any further.
“Don’t be, it’s okay…” he says, although it really doesn’t look like it is okay. Sophie thinks that it is best for Jamal to leave now, but she cannot bring herself to ask him to. She takes a huge sip from the glass in her hand, and finishes the contents before holding it up for a refill.
Jamal obliges, looking a little confused. He isn’t sure if she is trying to drink herself in the mood, or if she is just using the wine as a crutch. They finish this bottle in relative silence and then Jamal walks over to the window. Then he looks out onto the street below, and tries to think his erection down.
It goes nowhere though, and he makes adjustment after adjustment in his pants. The wine is dancing through his veins now, and he knows that he should just leave before he ends up doing something that he might not like himself for in the morning. He knows that he has a huge cock, and he knows that if he feeds it to Sophie without her being fully ready for it, he will feel bad. Jamal senses that she will let him take her, for his benefit more than hers, so he tries again to hide his erection so that he can leave.
“I think I should go…” he says at last, his dick at half-mast now.
Sophie really doesn’t want him to but she knows that
it is the best thing.
She does think though that if he leaves now without having had an orgasm, that the chances of him coming back again will be zero to none. But even with all the wine in her she is not ready for him, not like that. So she smiles at him and comes up to him near the window.
“Will you come again?” she asks, as she runs a finger across his lips.
“Sure, yeah, if you want me too…” Jamal says, moving her hand off his mouth because he is getting hard again.
“I want you too…” she says, and watches him walk to the door. She walks him out of the apartment and down to the front door of the building. He wants to kiss her again, but then he remembers his cock. Kissing Sophie right now won’t be a good idea.
Jamal walks out of the building, his manhood throbbing now, and he makes his way down the road to the bus stop. He wonders if he will see her in the morning at their usual 4AM spot.
*
Chapter Three
Jamal gets home about an hour later and goes straight to his room. He shares a three bedroom apartment with two other guys, and even though they are there, he doesn’t greet them. Both his housemates are in their rooms too, expectedly, because it is quite late. He takes off his top after kicking off his sneakers and taking off his jeans. He jumps on his bed and pulls his boxers down passed his cock and reveals a semi-hard-on.
Thoughts fill his head of Sophie now, her firm thighs, her great ass. He wishes that he managed to get his hands on that ass but she was obviously not up to it. Jamal wonders why, but there is no time for him to think about this now, because he has his hand on his shaft, moving it up and down slowly, resurrecting his erection. Looking at his cock now, he almost smiles at himself. He knows that he is huge, and he just accepts that she must have got a little bit nervous.
He’ll get her next time!
He reaches for a tub of Vaseline on his side table, and opens it. After taking out a huge amount, he starts to coat his cock with the lubricating cream. Jamal works the jelly up over his massive dome, and all the way down his shaft, all the way onto his massive orbs. He pulls on his nuts, rubbing more of the jelly into his huge sack. He really has an impressive set of equipment, but he knows that this has been more than a little bit of a problem in the past.
It doesn’t help too that Jamal has a particular taste. He likes petit small women. He is the type of man with a real goliath complex, liking to tower over his women, and fill her so completely with himself that she really has to want to give herself to him. He likes the surrender of these tiny women, but they are really few and far between. So tonight was very frustrating for him. Jamal had thought that Sophie was attracted to him because of his size. Surely she must have known that his cock was huge, judging just from how tall he was.
