Cross. Part One - Sex Stories

Cross. Part One

... like little pillows situated underneath a perfectly sculpted nose and deeply blue eyes. The kind of eyes one got lost in, but would go willingly without a map when there was so much promise behind them. She was simply angelic. Abraham laughed at himself for that one. It was then that Abraham noticed that his hostess wasn’t alone. Her arm lead down the stairs a few steps, where a young man stood, expectantly staring up at him. The kid spoke, “Who the hell is this? You said this was somewhere we could be alone. I don’t plan on sharing you, girl.” Abraham chuckled as the kid took a step upwards and slid his hand between her arm and torso and wrapped himself protectively around the woman, “Kid, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll turn tail and jump down those stairs. Just pray you don’t break anything and run the hell out of here. I mean it. Go.” The young man’s face soured at the words, and he pulled the woman in tight to his body and peered at Abraham from over her shoulder. “Fuck off, man. You’re just jealous. Stella’s absolutely perfect, and she’s mine.” Abraham couldn’t help but chuckle again as he mentally noted the girl’s name. Stella. That was a good one. He always made a point of remembering their names. She lifted one arm and caressed the side of the kid’s head, and his expression immediately cooled. “Shhh, baby. Don’t get all worried over this old man,” With a voice like soft jazz, it was no wonder this kid had followed her back here. “Why don’t you go in that ...

... room over there, while I make him go away. That sound good, hon’? Just right through there,” the kid’s eyes glazed over, and he nodded and snaked his arm from around Stella before walking straight past Abraham and into the den. Their eyes didn’t even meet. This one had a silver tongue. Abraham hated it when they talked. “It was some nice work you did to our young mister Greene in there,” Abraham spoke casually, but his every muscle was tense and ready for action. “I don’t suppose I could get the same treatment?” Stella’s eyes flashed, and suddenly Abraham could smell the perfume coming off of her. It always had a sweet scent at first, but he had trained himself, and the smell became cloying and sickly in a matter of seconds. His guard had fallen for just an instant, there. No way he would let that happen a second time. She began to stalk towards him, then. As she walked, Stella raised one hand to her face and brought her index finger to her mouth. Her pouty lips parted, and she bit on the tip of her finger seductively. Abraham could see the moisture there, and as her perfect, radiant teeth clamped down on the supple flesh of her finger, his blood began to rise. She took her finger from her mouth and sighed, “Now what would you be knowing about my Tyler, hmm?” “Oh, nothing much,” he replied, “just that our star athlete mister Greene visited a bar one evening almost two months ago, met someone special, and disappeared. The only record of him before he vanished was a voice mail he ...