Sophie walks into his apartment and she looks around too, repeating what he did the first night at her place. She knows that he will not give her a tour though, because the three-bedroom apartment where Jamal lives is shared with two other guys. They are not in tonight though, probably asked by Jamal to give him a little space. The single sofa in the living room looks a little worse for ware; the nicest thing in the space is the plasma TV.
“Can I get you something?” he asks, pulling her close to him now and kissing her neck passionately.
“I’m okay,” she says, having had half a bottle of wine before taking a cab to his apartment.
“You sure?” he asks, walking them both to the kitchen and pulling a single bottle of wine from the cupboard. She knows that this is for her benefit.
“Maybe one glass…” Sophie says, wanting him to get on with the reason she has come here.
He pours them both a glass of wine in tumblers, not a wine glass in sight, and she sips the cabernet slowly. It actually isn’t half bad and so she looks at him with an approving look. He smiles down at her, his eyes glassed over from the joint he smoked just before she got here. When he brings his mouth onto hers, she tastes the remnants of the weed on his lips and she thinks to herself that she might be in for quite a ride tonight. But at least they have made it passed third base and hit several home runs, and she is actually looking forward to this first experience as a real woman, in every sense of the word.
“Thank you…” he says to her, an almost whisper.
“For what?” she asks, sipping from her tumbler again as they walk back to the living area.
“For trusting me with you…” he says, and he p
ulls her close to him again and gives her a long, lingering embrace. Then he starts to kiss her again, and as he does, he takes her empty glass from her hand. “I think I’ll take that…” he says, and she knows that he is remembering the first night in her apartment when she broke her glass. She smiles bashfully.
“I think that’s a good idea,” she says, when he finally removes his lips from hers so that he can put the glasses down on the stand that has the TV and a PlayStation on it. Then he returns his mouth to Sophie’s and kisses her all the way to the sofa.
He tries to push her down on it, but she remembers that he doesn’t live alone so that she is more than a little bit uncomfortable being out in the open like this. Jamal realizes this and turns her around so that her back is against his chest. He walks her to the furthest bedroom down the hall and walks her inside.
“Give me a moment,” he says, and leaves her alone for as long as it takes him to fetch the bottle and their glasses, then locks the bedroom door behind him. She is suddenly a little more comfortable, but not entirely relaxed, remembering what awaits her between his dark, muscular thighs.
She knows him now, and she knows that she can take him, sort of. But the apprehension still lingers. Her heart beats faster in realizing she definitely needs another glass of wine. Jamal has the patience of a saint, and she knows this. She finds comfort that he will not do anything to her unless she is completely ready.
He helps her out of her dress, and then pulls her close to him. He moves her
around on the floor like he is doing a waltz, and she goes with him, even though his moves aren’t exactly ballroom. Then he lifts her off the floor and she squeezes the glass in her hands a little tighter, not wanting to appear clumsy to him tonight. Jamal made her a woman, and she is determined to let him enjoy the fruits of his labor.
Jamal carries her to the bed and puts her down on it. He watches her as she sips her wine, taking off his own clothes. They come off quickly too, and soon enough he is standing there in nothing but his boxers. As he gets on the bed he slips the shorts off his long ebony colored legs and comes up close to her.
He holds her face, her cheeks flushed with crimson, up to his so that she doesn’t look down at his cock. She will become nervous again, and the apprehension will delay his entry into her. He remembers how tightly her pussy wrapped around his cock the last time and he really doesn’t want her to be uncomfortable in any way. Not tonight.