She was under the watchful eyes of the whole family, so the most that she could get from him was a hug, but she got to feel him against her and smell him one last time.
The next morning as they flew from the resort, Lita looked out the window and saw the sun high in the middle of the bluest sky she had ever seen. She smiled to herself, paused a moment, and started to plan the rest of her life.
PASSION'S NAME
Brad had met Angie in college. He’d actually heard the other guys in the fraternity talking about her, about how she’d blown every single one of them when they took her out. Like any immature college kid, he’d gone running to find her. A sure thing was a sure thing, and when the sure thing was a blowjob, real men didn’t pass it up.
She was pointed out to him by an upperclassman, and he was extremely surprised when he first saw her. She was a tiny, delicate, demure looking latina. The first time he saw her she was headed for church, wearing a lace shawl over her shoulders that looked to be a hundred years old. She was wearing a very expensive dress and shoes that probably cost as much as his car had. He watched her as she entered the Cathedral on campus, slipping the shawl over her head. He decided then and there that the guys were trying to set him up as a gag. He decided he wouldn’t play.
The next semester he found himself sitting next to Angie in class. She dressed like the other girls, was, funny and outgoing. He found himself very attracted to her, and eventually asked her out. Their first evening had not progressed very far before she had his cock out, sucking it deep into her hot mouth. She was very vocal, telling him how much she loved the taste and the feel of it. She also let him know just how to touch her hard little nipples…and she showed him just exactly how she liked her smoothly shaved pussy rubbed.
She had let go of his swollen cock for a few moments, pulled her jeans and panties off, and turned on the lamp in his room. She smiled at him and said only, “Watch me.” She had taken two fingers and put them in her mouth, then delicately brushed them around the outside of her swollen pussy lips. Angie worked the two fingers closer and closer to the little hooded nubbin that was her clit, then skinned the hood back with her middle finger and rubbed the clit with her forefinger. She threw her head back with a deep breath and slid both fingers into her pussy, rubbing her clit with her thumb. She hissed at him as she came, staring into his eyes, “This is what I like!” Angie pounced naked back onto his now quivering cock, sucking deeply at it. Brad had never had his entire cock in a girl’s mouth before.
Admittedly, he was no pornstar, but the nine or so inches and considerable girth sank into her mouth fully without ever making her gag.
When he quickly began to shoot against the working muscles of her throat, he fully expected her to take it out and finish him with her hand, like the two or three other girls in his experience had done. Not Angie, she just grabbed his balls and hung on. She swallowed his cum as if she were dying of thirst.
The guys teased him for waiting so long, but they all alerted him to the same dismal fact…Angie almost never dated the same guy twice. He was depressed. A couple of weeks went by and Angie finally asked him why he hadn’t asked her out again. He was honest with her and told her about his frat brothers and his conversations with them. He figured that honesty wouldn’t cost him anything in this case because she wasn’t known for dating a guy more than once.
The next thing he knew, found himself sitting outside in the Grove with her, leaning back against one of the giant, moss hung trees in the bright sunshine. They shared a soft drink and a chicken salad sandwich they had picked up at the Student Union snack bar and talked. Brad told her of his ordinary middle class upbringing in Northeast Mississippi. Angie’s story was different to say the least.
She had been born south of the border in an incredibly poor town in the Mexican state of Chiapas. Her mother had died of cholera when she was ten years old. Her father and two brothers had worked long, backbreaking hours to make enough cash to keep them all literally on a starvation diet in a rented hovel. She loved her papa and her brothers, and did whatever she could to make their life easier. She cleaned the house, cooked, did the dishes and washed their clothes. She was the only one who could read, because she was the only one who could go to the mission school. Angie was matter of fact in her description of her life, neither seeking nor expecting sympathy. Brad was fascinated, and found himself falling in love. They kissed under the spreading branches of the oaks, and by sunset he was lost.
They dated exclusively through their sophomore and junior years. He was happy enough, he remembered the tales he had been told by his frat brothers and he was young enough to fear sharing her. In the meantime, he had been kept exhausted. She had a very open, curious, and inventive mind. She never ran off shopping like most of the other girls when the guys turned on the porn in the “Common Room” in the basement of the big white columned frat house. She would snuggle up close to him in a dark corner or on the monstrously large sofa and watch them with him. Her comments (whispered in his ear) invariably enlarged his erections, and she always found methods to touch him, rub him, or tease him in some way. The winters were best, because they could cover up with a blanket and she would slip her hand inside his pants, squeezing his cock.
On more than one occasion she had slipped beneath the covers and sucked him till he came for her. On one really memorable occasion they had too much to drink at the New Year’s party and she had blown him on the coffee table in front of everyone at the party. Not that they were the only ones, more than one couple was actively engaged in some type of sexual act at that party…they’d nearly lost their charter because of the party. They were, however, the only ones who received a standing ovation for their performance.
The end of their senior year was approaching fast, and he decided to ask her to marry him. Her short answer, “No!” had shocked him. She refused to talk to him about it, and they split up for weeks. He started losing sleep and his grades started falling. He lost weight, he drank too much. Finally, one of his brothers approached her and told her what was happening.
“Why are you doing this to yourself?” she asked him on the sidewalk in front of the Student Union. He was a mess. His clothes hung loosely on his already lean frame, his hair was unruly, and he had bags under his eyes. “What difference does it make to you?” he asked her blearily, looking at her through bloodshot eyes. She stood quietly in front of him, clasping her books in both hands “Because I love you” she said. “You’ve got a helluva way of showing it!” he told her. She grabbed his hand and dragged him towards our tree. “We need to talk” she said.
Angie threw her books to the ground, and pushed his back to the battered old oak. Grabbing his shoulders, she forced him to the ground, sitting astride his lap so that her dark brown eyes would be level with his own. “I
He nodded, not understanding the need to rehash his life. She kissed him slowly and softly, climbing off his lap, for the first time not wanting to stare into his eyes. “Have you ever wondered why I love to have a cock in my mouth? Why the taste of cum is good to me? I know I’m not like other girls.” Her voice faltered as he tried to talk, “No, let me finish” she said.
“My papa was a lonely man after my mama died. He worked so hard and so long. He never ate until after my brothers and I did, and no matter how late we had to stay up, he was always the last to go to sleep. He only drank his tequila or smoked when some friend of his would drop by and share on weekends when the work had been good and there was extra money. There was only the one room in the house, so we all slept in the same room, though we scattered about. When he thought we were all asleep, some nights my papa would cry.” He glanced at her face and, though she looked sad, there was no trace of tears, only a fierce gleam.
“I told my friend Nina about it at school, and she told me to get my papa a girlfriend. I wasn’t sure what difference that would make and she told me. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, I was so shocked. What she described sounded so outlandish that I didn’t believe her at first. She quickly called over some of the other girls to verify what she was telling me.
