Elijah

I f three months ago anyone had told me I’d have the power to make Winifred Brown’s fine ass part her thighs like Moses did the Red Sea with just a few simple words, I would have called them every version of liar that I knew. But here she was, in 4K on the screen of my iPhone Pro Max, fully nude, legs splayed, and awaiting further instruction.

I was one lucky motherfucker.

The road to getting here, to a point that was still a bit too far from the end game I had in mind as far as I was concerned, wasn’t without impediment but that was the furthest thing from my mind now.

“Look at my pretty pink pussy, glistening at just the sound of my voice. I love that shit, beautiful. Why don’t you get some of that wetness on your fingers for me? Let me see it.”

I watched rapt, squeezing my phone just a bit tighter at the sight of her using two fingers to delve into her pussy then pulling them back out so I could see just how wet she was for me.

“You’re such a good fuckin’ girl, Winifred. Bring those fingers to your mouth and let me know what you taste like.”

Placing the index and middle fingers of her right hand into her mouth she let out a sensual moan, then threaded her tongue between her fingers, putting on a show, letting me see that she wasn’t leaving a single drop of her nectar on those fingers.

“Fuck,” I gritted out. “How’sit taste, baby girl?”

“Like paradise,” she moaned, bringing a grin to my face because I definitely wholeheartedly agreed. The natural flavor of Winifred’s pussy was unlike any I’d ever savored before, a unique blend of notes of sweetness that A-Town stomped my taste buds every opportunity I got to drink from its well.

“Play with it some more for me, gorgeous,” I commanded. “Show that clit some love too. Don’t be shy with me now.”

Without looking, I reached toward my bedside table, snagged the drawer open, and pulled out lube I was certain was damn near its expiration date since I hadn’t much use for it lately. That fact wasn’t particularly pertinent to me since this was a solo expedition. I haphazardly let it cascade down my dick, then gripped it tightly once again to make sure the entire surface was coated. It wouldn’t be an exact match, but I was trying to get as much of that lube on me that would feel identical to being covered in Winifred’s essence.

“Mmmmmmm,” I heard from my phone and I couldn’t help the raspy laugh that escaped me.

“You like that, beautiful. You see this motherfuckin’ dick rock hard just for you. All for you. Catch my rhythm,” I instructed once I’d begun stroking my dick at an incremental pace. “Match my timing. And don’t speed it up if you feel yourself getting close either. That pussy can’t cum until I tell it to.”

All I got in response to that command was another one of those low, tortured, sensual moans.

“I need a yes, Winifred.”

“Yesssss,” she hissed as her thumb swiped horizontally back and forth across her clit with each plunge of her fingers in and out of her sopping wet center.

I increased the speed of my strokes and she immediately caught the new cadence before I slowed it back to where we’d started. I was treated to a cacophony of sounds from Winifred on that journey, all of them sounding like the sweetest of symphonies from me.

“So fuckin’ responsive,” I growled. “Add one more finger for me baby. Send them as deep as they can go. As deep as you’ve ever felt me.”

That third finger had her hips rising from the bed now with each stroke of the fingers deep into her pussy. That motion made her titties shift back and forth, bringing my attention to my other friends who’d gone ignored so far tonight.

“Look at those pretty ass, chocolate chip titties jiggling. Pinch that nipple for me with your other hand, beautiful.”

Without missing a beat in the rhythm of her fingers thrusting deep into her core, Winifred brought her unoccupied hand up, cupping and squeezing her left titty, running her thumb along the puckered tip and following my directive. She looked so fucking gorgeous like this, moving of no accord but her own as her head was thrown back, eyes rolling in near ecstasy as she fucked herself. What I’d initially thought would be a poor substitute for the real thing was quickly morphing into an inspired thought as my dick grew even harder at the sight of Winifred this… free with me. She was wholly giving herself over to the moment, nothing but pleasure usurping her thoughts.

I gripped the head of my dick, squeezing it tightly while I ran a thumb back and forth over the slit there, feeling the build of my nut starting to surge.

“ Shit , Winifred. It sounds like you’re fucking overflowing over there.”

“Eli-, I… I ne-need…mmmmmm…”

“What does my good lil slut need?” I asked as I began stroking my dick to the rhythm of her thrusts into herself now, gladly exchanging the lead.

“I need to cummmmmmm,” she moaned.

“Take off then, gorgeous.”

With those words she began maniacally swiping her thumb against her clit as her hips rose and fell in time with her finger thrusts. Once again she had my full focus as I witnessed the tell-tale signals of her impending orgasm that I’d only felt and not seen until tonight. With each quiver and quake of her body, I increased the speed of my fingers against my dick, racing to meet her at the edge where the both of us came vigorously. Hers replete with my name on her lips and a bowing of her back from the bed that thrust her pretty titties aloft and settled her quivering pussy with stilled fingers resting inside of it even closer to the camera on her phone. Mine with a Mount Vesuvius style eruption, cum spurting from my dick and slowly slithering its way down my clenched fist still wrapped around it as I groaned her name.

Then it was me dropping my sight from the camera as I took a moment to come back into my body.

“Mmmmmm, that should be in my mouth,” I heard Winifred croon and that made me chuckle as I brought my attention back to my phone.

She’d shifted positions slightly, curled on her side now looking like the subject of a sensual Botticelli painting.

“You see this mess you made me make? Only thing that would make it better was if you were here to clean it all the way up,” I said, dragging my cum covered hand up and down my shaft, making even more of a mess.

“I’ll take care of the next one for you,” she purred, a contented grin settling on her face paired with her lowered eyes letting me know she was soon on the way to tapping out.

“Winifred, you still with me?” I called out.

“Hmmmm?” she replied drowsily.

I chuckled. Her ass was just about gone.

“I’mma go clean myself up, mama. Sleep well.”

All that got me in response was some muffled amalgamation of word sounds as I could see she’d already begun drifting off. I couldn’t do shit but shake my head and chuckle as I stared at her pretty ass laid out looking like she had no worries in the world. After watching her for a few moments more, I disconnected the call and made my way to my ensuite bathroom to clean up. Then I slid into a new pair of shorts, changed out my top sheet, and flipped the switch to turn off my overhead light when I heard slight scurrying in the hall outside my room. Slowly, so it wouldn’t make any noise, I opened up my door, squinting in the darkness to see my sister with my niece slung over her shoulder as she tried to make her way out of my place without being seen.

“You gotta stop doing this shit, man,” I said, silently pleased when the sound of my voice made her ass jump nearly five feet in the air.

She’d definitely earned being frightened considering the way she consistently put that precious cargo that she’d slung carelessly over her shoulder in harm’s way. Thankfully, her mother’s movements weren’t even strong enough to permeate the state my niece Anaya fell into whenever she finally drifted off. Earlier I’d been on my way to Winifred’s, but was deterred when Naya appeared asking me to help her make “roman noonals on the stove” because they tasted better than the microwave and Mommy wasn’t home to turn on the stove. While getting my six year old niece settled with her food request I had been blowing my sister’s line down to no avail.

We lived in a three-flat, owned by our grandmother who had raised my twin and I when our mother chose her habit over her offspring. My place was on the upper-most floor, Elisha and Naya lived below me, and my grandparents occupied the garden unit. Ironically, our childhood had damn near repeated itself identically through the lives of my sister and niece. Through Naya’s father, ShaSha had been introduced to a horse she just couldn’t seem to stop riding. That opioid high had her in a stranglehold, however she was a semi-functioning addict. She managed to keep a steady job, mostly be a present parent to Naya, but she had her moments… like tonight. Recently those moments had been becoming a bit too frequent for my liking. My OG was too concerned with my grandfather and his deteriorating mental state that she missed most of the bullshit Elisha pulled. And my poor little niece, the unwitting accomplice to her mother’s malice, always came to find me whenever her mother pulled a disappearing act.

“I wasn’t even gone that long, Lij,” my sister grumbled.

“Bullshit, ShaSha. You need to get your shit together or…” I let my words trail, not even certain how to finish that sentence. I couldn’t threaten her with calling CPS on her because lord knows I wasn’t equipped to step in and do any sort of full-time parenting. I was good in a pinch, but being responsible for shepherding a little person through life completely? Yeah, I still had some shit with me before I’d even think about attempting that, if ever. My OG definitely wasn’t in the space to properly care for Naya either, so at this point my words were an empty threat.

“Or what?” Elisha challenged and I couldn’t do shit but remain silent. “Yeah that’s what I thought, nigga. I know what I’m doing. Me and my baby are just fine. Trust and believe that.”

“Yeah, aight man. Let this be the last time you comin’ up in my house to pick up this lil girl like this, ShaSha.”

She said nothing, just continued down to her place as she sucked her teeth. I let out a sigh and trekked back to my room. I didn’t know who I was more disappointed with at this point, my sister or myself. In the beginning, when I’d found out about her usage, shortly after Anaya was born, I’d paid for her to go to rehab myself. My OG was much more present then, so she was hands on with the baby while my sister was in the program. She took her on routine visits and we were able to maintain that mother-kid bond that was vital in those early months. ShaSha came out of the treatment program and seemed to have a new outlook on life, bound and determined to stay clean if not for herself then for her baby.

That lasted all of a year and a half when her druggie baby daddy made his way back into the picture. It didn’t take long for her to fall back on bad habits, which led to both me and my OG doing a lot of the heavy lifting where my niece was concerned when ShaSha did yet another stint in rehab. That was also when I’d started working for the airlines, using every bit of my excess money to fill the financial gaps that appeared with ShaSha out of the picture. She was in a longer program this time and while she was in there we got the “bad” news that Anaya’s father had overdosed and passed away. I used the word bad sarcastically because at that time, in my mind, he was the sole reason that Elisha had relapsed and couldn’t stay on the straight and narrow. In my mind, with him being gone that meant I’d get my sister back and Anaya would finally get to know her real mother.

That line of thinking just proved how green I was about the disease of addiction. I would learn, as ShaSha went through bouts of being clean then down extremely bad, that there was a lot more to the equation than her kid’s father. Somewhere along the way it became easier to just pick up the slack and fill the holes when she was less functional at times than others instead of tricking off money sending her to yet another rehab. I wasn’t certain what it would take, but every time Anaya appeared at my door saying mommy was “making a run” it fucked me up. Because every time I wondered if it would be the last time and instead of ShaSha creeping in and trying to act like everything was normal, I’d be awakened by one of them boys in blue asking me to come and identify my twin’s remains.

I woke up the next morning a little sluggish when my alarm went off because I hadn’t gotten much sleep, letting my mind wander about the possibilities of the future concerning Elisha and Anaya. As such, I was moving behind schedule and got to work in just the nick of time, barely having a moment to link with my source to see where my girl was today. Yeah, I was down that bad for Winifred, to the point where I’d pester one of our coworkers to see if she knew which gate Winifred would be stationed at. After getting that information, I used the little bit of time that I had before my shift began to make my rounds, hoping to get a glimpse of her. Unfortunately, that was a blank ass mission, something that just added to the irritation I was already experiencing from my lack of sleep.

Halfway through my shift I headed to the employee break room and felt like the shitty start to my day was on the upswing when I spotted two very familiar faces sitting at a table near the back of the room, huddled together, laughing at something. I took a moment, while she hadn’t noticed me and nobody was paying much attention, to really take in Winifred’s beauty. No matter how many times I saw her, I was never not taken aback by her natural gorgeousness. Flawless deep brown skin, lush natural hair that was out loose today, flowing down to her shoulders like a lion’s mane, thick ass body that I knew for a fact was the softest place on earth to land. The way her eyes sparkled with mirth as she and her friend conversed once they’d sobered from their laughing spurt.

She was breathtaking .

I strolled toward where they were sitting, wanting to see it for myself even closer, but feigning interest in the pop vending machine just a few feet from where they sat. I could tell the moment she’d clocked my entry, pinpricks of awareness washing over me as I felt eyes glancing in my direction. I pressed the buttons to select my pop, retrieved it, then turned around and looked directly at their table as if I’d just clocked her presence. There was an empty spot, likely supposed to be occupied by the third one in their usual crew, and without giving it much thought I strolled over and sat down, flashing the ladies a grin as I joined them.

“Captain Kenni, what it do?” I crooned, making her wave a hand in my direction, brushing me off.

“Not quite yet, Eli. There’s still only three stripes on this uniform,” she replied with a giggle.

“The power of manifestation, Kenni. I’m speaking power to life for you, fam,” I shot back, which made her laugh even harder. Even Winifred couldn’t resist letting out a little chuckle at my corny ass joke, which gave me the perfect opportunity to turn my attention to her.

“You’re looking beautiful as always, Winifred,” I greeted and was met with an eye roll but I could see the slight hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

As much as she tried to play me off in public, I knew her pretty ass dug the compliments. I always ratcheted up the flirting in front of her homegirls because they encouraged my antics, despite not knowing the secret she and I shared.

“Sure, go ahead and make yourself comfortable, ,” she responded dryly.

“That was the plan all along, gorgeous,” I said and winked in her direction.

Winifred sucked her teeth.

“Stop being mean to Young Eli, Freddie!” Kenni chastised.

“Kendall, please ,” Winifred groaned.

“Listen to your friend. She’s a wise woman,” I interjected.

“The both of you are aggy as hell,” Winifred droned.

“I won’t hold y’all. Just wanted to come speak. Get some face time with this beautiful one.”

Winifred’s head lowered slightly at my inflection on the words face time and I had to hold back the laughter brewing within me. Kenni looked between us confusedly before I continued speaking.

“Technically I’m still on the clock, so I gotta get back. Y’all have a good one though,” I said, standing and tossing a wink in Winifred’s direction once again before taking my leave.

I could hear her friend murmuring behind her back about that interaction and Winifred’s “rudeness”, making me quietly chuckle as I exited the room. I knew I’d be paying for that on the backend at some point, but now, at this moment? It was more than worth it.