Ashley's Story - Sex Stories

Ashley's Story

... Some guy was giving her problems or something,” TJ answered. “I see. I should probably go anyway. I need to check in on my son. It was good seeing you again, like this, I mean,” Nicole smiled, sitting up on the bed. TJ smiled, bending down to kiss her tenderly, “Yes it was.” They said their goodbyes. TJ put on some clothes and straightened up his apartment a little, smiling as he worked; he loved having a white partner whose body was built for black cock. ********** Ashley missed a call from Fat Rob, from Jules, and from Gisele on the way to TJ’s. She didn’t feel like talking to them, she just wanted a hot shower and to sit and recuperate. She did just that. After a polite hug from TJ, he suggested she use his shower, as if he were able to tell she needed it. Maybe her mangled hair, messed up makeup, and overall musky odor gave it away. He grabbed her bag, complimenting her appearance, smiling warmly. She couldn’t help but blush. After checking her vagina in the shower for damage and seeing none, she fought everything she had to resist rubbing her clit, knowing her thoughts would take her to Tony, her stepfather, the man she’s masturbated to for years. Things were different now. Ashley smiled again, seeing a fresh towel folded for her on TJ’s bed. She dried off and put on her small, gray, yoga shorts, pulling them out of her crack, and a white t-shirt. Her smile was even wider when she saw TJ had fixed them both breakfast. They sat and chatted at the bar area of the kitchen, ...

... sitting on stools, briefly going over the events of their lives in the past few years. TJ had become a police officer in the Atlanta area, but occasionally thinks about moving back to Tampa Bay. She talked about college and her various classes. “Thanks again for letting me hang out here some,” She told TJ, spinning around in the stool to face him. He did the same, “Hey, it’s alright. You can stay as long as you want. I’ll take the couch, you can have the bed, it’s ok.” “No, no, I couldn’t take your bed!” Ashley replied. TJ sighed, “Well then I’m afraid you can’t stay here,” he joked. “Your only option is to sleep in a bed.” Ashley laughed, swatting at his huge bicep. “You should sleep in a bed too.” “I don’t snore,” TJ replied. “Neither do I!” “Ok, well, I don’t mind sharing a bed with you if you don’t.” “I don’t,” Ashley smiled. She stood off her stool, gingerly wrapping arms around his broad shoulders. TJ, still sitting placed his hands on her waist, pulling her close, resting them on the small of her back. They ended their brief embrace and spent most of the Sunday talking, watching TV, or light snacking. That night she joined TJ for dinner with Nicole and TJ’s half-brother, Ulysses. It was a wonderful time. The two black men told stories on each other, attempting to embarrass the other. Ashley vaguely remembered meeting Ulysses long ago. He wasn’t as big and muscular back then – neither was TJ. Ashley gave Ulysses a hug goodnight, with him telling her as he’s around a lot ...