It had been a while since the last time I’d held her crying like this - she’d been sixteen and her first real boyfriend had dumped her. I’d honestly been a little flattered that she’d come to me to cry and talk it out instead of Emma or Todd. I held Amelia for a while as she just cried, all the possible reasons why she was here running through my head. The apologies were my only clue really, and I narrowed it down to Amelia either having failed out of college or that she’d gotten knocked up.“Porcelain,” I murmured once she’d settled a bit, sitting across my lap with her head buried in the corner of my neck so I could only really see her light blonde hair. The tears had stopped, though she still sniffed occasionally. She hadn’t even gotten her coat off yet, though I’d threaded my arms inside it so I could hold her comfortably. “What’s wrong, honey? Are you pregnant?”“What?!” she said, sitting up and looking at me. Her pretty, delicate features were a little puffy from her crying, but
“Made some money, lost some money, made some more,” I said with a smirk. It was my usual answer. “How was class? Did that Prof give you more grief?”“Good, and no,” she said. “I think he’s passed it all now that the embarrassment is wearing off.”“Serves him right for trying to grade senior papers using AI tools,” I said.“Well, the university was pretty pissed at him,” Ameilia smirked. “But, that’s all done now. You remember what day it is, right?”“Of course I do,” I said, patting her knee. “I got the files this morning.”“Can I see them?” Amelia asked.I reached over and pulled the folder from under some of my business papers and handed them to her. Amelia immediately pulled out the papers and started scanning over them, her smile widening a little more. She looked up at me. “It’s done. You are officially divorced.”“I am,” I said, and I didn’t feel a twinge of regret. It had started out messy, but once more and more stuff had come to light things had gotten a lot easier. The lawsu
It was a Thursday night so while the bar was busy, it wasn’t packed. That meant it was perfect for our two tables to not quite feel like we were having a party, but still feel ‘together.’ The girls, headed by Amelia, were at one set of tables pushed together. I’d been kind of surprised that eight of her softball teammates had made the trip for this, some of them from across state lines. I’d been the assistant coach for each of them for three years, and some of them for four, alongside Todd. As each of them had shown up at the bar I’d gotten hugs and commiserations, some of them going so far as to say things like, ‘You were always my favourite adult, but I hated her,’ in regards to Jane. I’d never gotten that sense in the past, so I put it up to them picking sides. Amelia had made sure that everyone in our lives knew who was at fault in my divorce and why.My table, squeezed in next to the girls, was a little lighter on bodies. Marcus, my investment partner, had been on my side from t
“You let me know when you’re ready,” Sonya smiled. “I’ve got more than a few single friends who wouldn’t mind climbing Mount Tayvon.”“Please tell me you’re not talking about Patricia,” Paulette groaned to her wife, making Sonya bark out a laugh.“God, no,” she said. “That woman-”“Coach!”I was distracted from hearing what was wrong with the Patricia woman by the cheerful shout of the girls at the other table waving me over. A waitress was setting down a tray covered in shots - enough for at least a couple each. Excusing myself from my table of adults, I got some good-natured ribbing that I better represent the older generation well and hold my liquor.The girls made space for me and I ended up sitting between Emily and Charlize, whose parents had moved a couple of years ago but she’d stuck around Raleigh for college. Amelia was sitting across from me and she leaned over and put a shot in front of me, then lifted one for herself along with all the other girls.“To Tayvon,” Amelia dec
She pulled her lips from me, looking up at my face with a big grin as she jerked my cock, shifting to get both hands on it. I didn’t have a ‘big black cock’ like in porn - most of us didn’t, really. It was about average length, somewhere between five and six inches depending on how hard and turned on I was, but I did have one thing going for me. It was a fat, thick cock. Add to the fact that Amelia had dainty little hands, even for a white girl, and it took both her hands to fully encircle it - there was overlap, I wasn’t ungodly thick, but seeing those pale, porcelain-white fingers stretching around my black cock was ... God, it was an aesthetic.“I always wondered what it looked like,” Amelia smirked a little at me, the hardness of her demand falling away to be replaced by her usual playfulness. “This guy is gonna take some work.” She lowered her lips back to the head of my cock, kissing it messily while maintaining eye contact with me, her grey irises locked onto my expression. Aga
She didn’t stop. Her hands were on my cock, and then her mouth. Her head was a lump in the sheets as she started to moan and bob.“Ffffuuuck,” I hissed, quickly getting hard as I remembered everything from last night. The way her eyes looked as she blew me. The way she smiled and told me she loved me. Her demand to be allowed to do this for me.“Amelia, baby,” I groaned. I had a mild hangover rocking, making it harder for me to think. I lifted the covers and threw them back, revealing her. She was curled up on her side in an almost fetal position, leaning over my leg with one elbow planted between my legs to steady her as she worked both hands on my cock and smiled around the head of it. “Stop,” I groaned.She took her time in doing it. Amelia was almost naked, just wearing a pair of panties. I’d seen her in bikinis plenty of times, not to mention her crop tops and little shorts from the summer or her workout gear when she felt like showing off and getting dolled up for the gym. Her t
The whole of her was this skinny, delicate thing and yet somehow those pussy lips of hers were meaty and plump, with prominent inner lips in a neat lining that begged to be tongued and sucked on. Even her pubes, a soft blonde thatch of curls, were attractive and sexy and so different from any woman I’d been with. Just as she looked like she was ready to start lowering herself I sat up and caught her hips and little butt with my hands.“Taaayyy,” she groaned in frustration.“Condoms,” I said. If I wasn’t going to come up with any rational thought that my mind couldn’t corrupt to serve my cock, I could still think of ways to protect her.“I’m on the pill,” Amelia said. “Religiously. And I know you got a clean STD check after what we found out about Jane and my parents. I got one done too, just in case, and I’m clean. We both are. Now unless you’re going to shove me down on your thick black cock, let me go, Tay.”I let her go, having nothing else to argue with her over. She wiggled her h
That gave me the opening to bring my hands up from her thighs and hips to cup her breasts, teasing her long nipples by rolling them between my fingers and making her drop her jaw as she gasped. Jane’s nipples had been stubby little things, like round little black pebbles, but Amelia’s reminded me more of my ex from right before Jane, a Puerto Rican with big fat nips that she’d loved to have sucked on. I teased Amelia like I remembered teasing her, and Amelia started bouncing on me faster.Then she switched stances again, leaning back so far that she reached behind herself to brace on my knees, and she got off her knees and onto her feet, her legs spread wide. This gave me an amazing view of her cunt rising and falling, spread by my cock as she continued to ride me.“This is so fucking hot, Tay,” Amelia groaned. “God, it feels better than I imagined it would. You’re so fucking thick. Your black cock is stretching my cunt so wide and it feels amazing. Does it look hot, baby? Does my lit