Chapter 2
Chapter 2:
When I finally arrived home, I found a note on the counter. It was Kelly telling me she went to the mall to buy some more presents for Christmas. As I go into the kitchen to put the groceries away, my phone buzzes. My breath caught in my throat when I saw who it was from.
James
J: Hey beautiful, I wanted to know if you were free tomorrow.
T: Most likely the answer is yes, what do you have in mind?
J: You’ll see
To be honest, I didn’t have enough energy to answer his cryptic message, so I just left it as is. What I didn’t expect was what happened next. There was a knock at the front door, and I passed through the corridor to answer it. I was ready to collapse when I saw Parker and his stupid fucking Yale hoodie at my front doorstep. Where do men ever find the audacity to pull bullshit like this? I open the door and he instantly looks up at me and honestly, he was on 10 before I could even get a word out. “Why haven’t you been answering me, Tiff?” I roll my eyes at his use of my nickname. “Maybe because I don’t wanna chat, Parker. Ever think of that?” He scoffs and cocks his head to the side. “So you think just because you left, you can go change your hair and get a little attitude?”
He’s referring to the fact that whenever I was with him, I always straightened my hair and wore what he wanted. Once I got to college I decided that it was time for me to be different from the girls that I wanted to be so bad. I went back to the long braids and the clothes Parker would categorize as the “white girl” style. “Listen, Parker, do you have an actual reason for being here, or is it just to reminisce?” He slightly chuckles, “Can we just go on a walk around the neighborhood or something?” Yeah, he’s here to reminisce. I don’t have time for any of that today. I’m afraid that if I agree to go with him, he’s gonna say some stupid shit that would make me scream my ass off. I maintained my composure and agreed to go with him. Sometimes I get bored and like to hear a little bullshit and lies once in a while.
*James POV*
There was something about this girl from the first moment I laid my eyes on her. Well, when I laid my eyes on her ass. It wasn’t too small and it wasn’t too big either. But what entranced me were those massive tits. I swear I was livid when I even realized she was wearing a revealing shirt to show off what was really under there. I’ve always been a tits guy. I can’t get enough of them, especially because of the sole fact that I know what’s held inside of them. To know that those beautiful tits can be filled with enough milk to leak through her shirt, made me incredibly hard. At that point, I was already pondering getting this girl pregnant the first chance I could. She was too beautiful to not be the mother of my children with even fuller hips and walking around my house with one of my shirts and no panties on.
When I heard her name was Tiffany I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to make that joke. I just needed to hear her sweet voice; And by the looks of it, she loved hearing mine too. She probably thinks I didn’t notice the way she crossed one leg over the other as I came closer to her. I wonder if she was dripping wet as much as I imagined she was. I bet I wouldn’t even need to eat her sweet pussy to get her wet. I would still do it anyway though. I would love for her to just ride my face, and my cock all day.
In a mere three seconds, I had planned out our whole lives after she put her number in my phone. I would go to work as usual while she stayed home in my bed looking pretty and waiting for me to return home. After a long day, she would be on her knees, ready to take my cock like the good girl she is. Oh fuck I wanted to bury myself deep inside of her so bad. When she told me about that other guy, I wanted to wild the fuck out. First off, why the fuck was she with another guy? A total fucking loser at that. A real man would never let this woman get away from him. If I had known her earlier, I would have kept my eyes on her at all times and would had actually bought her anything from the Tiffany store.
By the looks of it, she was an expensive girl with beautiful long braids and a pretty face. This also means that she probably has an attitude problem, and God knows I adore women who have attitude problems. I love watching as they slowly turn more submissive and soft towards me by the hour. She seems like the type of girl to challenge anyone else around her, but once I tell her to shut her mouth and get on her knees, she’ll do it willingly. I walked out of the coffee shop with her, and just couldn’t stop staring at those big brown eyes. “You know, I don’t want this to be the last time we see each other,” I said confidently. Being too forward wasn’t a key factor when there was this goddess in front of me. “Okay, I promise,” she said softly. She was beginning to give in to me a little. Tiffany tried to play her answer off as nonchalant, but I knew she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. It was just a matter of how I would approach that side of her. The submissive side of her. As she walked to the Rolls Royce parked across the street, I realized how I needed to approach this woman. She was classy, sexy, and materialistic. I’ve got just the thing for her.