xxx story: ADA Miss Cumalot – Part 5
I was in my office the next day, looking up case law when Cherie popped in.
“Ms. Wallace, someone is here to see you.” She said.
I looked up, my head still leaning on my arm.
“Show them in.”
“Hello.” Darren said walking in.
“Darren.” I said sitting up.
“Did I catch you at a bad time?”
“I am just busy looking up case law, how can I help you?” I asked adjusting myself nervously.
“I was downstairs handling some paperwork and thought I would come and speak.” He said.
I looked at him; his muscles, his shaven head and my pussy started crying.
“How have you been?” he asked.
“I am fine, busy. How are you?”
“Great, things are well. You look good.” He said.
“It was interesting seeing you yesterday. Was that your boyfriend?”
I cocked my head to the side.
“Does it matter?”
“No, just wondering.”
“We were on a date.” I said standing up to grab some water.
“Must’ve been a nice date.”
“It was.” I said matter of fact while pouring water.
“You do look good Keela.”
“Thank you, I feel good. Things are good.” I said.
He stood there, looking at me.
“Well, I won’t keep you. Is your number still the same?”
“Maybe we can do dinner one night.”
~Two Weeks Later~
“Has the jury reached a verdict?” the judge asked.
“We have your honor.”
“Will the defendant please rise.”
I stood up, crossed my hands and looked at the jury.
“What say you?”
“We, the jury, find the defendant, Darqwell Robinson, guilty of kidnapping.”
I breathed a sigh of relief.
“On the second charge, what say you?”
“We, the jury, find the defendant, Darqwell Robinson, guilty of murder in the first degree.”
“Congratulations.” Frank whispered in my ear.
“Thank you, we did it.” I said shaking his hand.
I walked out the courtroom where the press was waiting.
“Miss Wallace, what are your thoughts on today’s verdict?” they asked.
“I am just happy that justice was served today. I hope the family of 4 year old Kiera Jones can find some solace in the fact that her killer was brought to justice.” I said.
It had been a week since the verdict. My office was flooded with phone calls and emails regarding the case. I was offered a feature in law magazines. It seemed like everyone wanted to sit down and interview me, or put me on the cover of some sort of publication. As great as work was going, my private life was a little different. I hadn’t seen Drell since the time I spent the night. I was so busy at work and his case load seemed to explode. All we really had were a few text messages here and there. I knew I missed him. All the work I was doing had me overwhelmed. I needed a fix in the worst way and I knew just where to get it.
“Hey stranger.” I said on the phone to Drell while sitting in my office.
“Hey, how are you?”
“I am good.”
“I see you are blowing up.” He laughed.
“Ehh…. it’ll die down soon.”
“Congratulations again, I know you are relieved, but I knew you would get a guilty verdict.” He said.
“We have to celebrate.”
“Indeed we do and we will.”
“What are you doing this Saturday?” I asked.
“I have plans Saturday.”
I got quiet.
“How about Friday?” I asked.
“This is a busy weekend.” He answered.
“Oh ok, I guess so. Well…. When can you fit me in?”
“Uhhh, let’s see…. “ he said jokingly.
I got quiet again.
“You ok?” he asked.
“No, I mean…. Are you upset?”
“Not at all, you have plans, I understand.”
“It’s fine Drell, this was casual.”
“Okay, this is casual.”
“I just don’t want you to be upset.”
“I am not upset.”
“So…. We will see each other when we both are free?” He said.
“Do you want this to be casual, to see other people?” I asked.
“I thought that’s what we were doing, we both see other people, we get together and have fun.”
“Wow, ok, interesting theory.” I said.
“No, I don’t mean to sound like that. But I thought that was what you wanted. How about Sunday?” he asked.
“Is that what you want? To see other people?”
“I mean….. Yeah, I am good with that.”
I cleared my throat to hide my disappointment.
“Okay, then we will see other people.” I said.
“How about Sunday?” he repeated.
“Sunday is fine.”
“Ok, so…. Me and you, this Sunday.” He said.
“See you then.”
Five minutes later, I grabbed my phone and found Darren’s text message
“Hey” it read.
‘I am good, you?’
‘I am sure, congrats on the verdict.’ he wrote.
‘Thank you, I am sooooo relieved.’
‘We should go out and celebrate.’
‘LOL, I am not sure Karen would appreciate that.’
‘SMH…. No comment.’
‘Seeing you the other day…. Whew’
‘Moving on Darren….. don’t go down memory lane.’
‘I can’t help it. You look good, good enough to eat.’
‘You’re too old to run that line.’
‘What line? The truth? When I saw you, I remembered A LOT of things.’
‘Are you single?’
‘Yes, are you?’
I paused and remembered the conversation I had with Drell, before I replied.
‘So what about the guy from the traffic stop?’
‘What about him? We aren’t together.’
‘Is he in the picture?’
‘LOL…. Darren, you are worried about the wrong thing. You are NOT my man; I am NOT your woman. So…. whether he is in the picture or not, has nothing to do with you.’
‘I don’t share.’
‘Honey, you can’t share what it is not yours. Don’t worry’
‘LOL, that is where you are wrong Keela.’
‘Wrong about what?’
‘Your pussy is A L W A Y S mine.’
And with that, my pussy started dripping.
‘Let me take you out, Saturday.’
‘I will let you know.’
Saturday night came and I found myself standing in the mirror, looking at myself. I had dinner plans with Darren, something that might not have been the best idea, but there I was. I was prepared too. I had on white lace bra and panty set. I grabbed some strappy heels and a little black dress that hugged every curve on my body. I spent the day getting a manicure/pedicure, getting my hair done and even managed to get a wax in.
“Hey,” I said opening the door to see Darren standing there.
I damn near wanted to drop to my knees right then and there.
He looked so damn good wearing his favorite, the Mars Red Big Pony Polo shirt and Sean John jeans. I loved seeing him in jeans. His caramel skin glistened like he just finished putting on Cocoa Butter. I could tell he had just gotten a fresh shave. I could see on his wrist, the Bulova Men’s Watch I bought for his birthday. On his feet were Ugg Sneakers, they looked to be new. I stood there, drinking him in.
“Hello….. damn.” He said.
“Come on in, I am almost done.” I said.
“You look amazing.”
He walked in and looked around.
“Place looks nice, the way I remembered it.”
“I didn’t change anything but the sheets.” I told him.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see; you know I like good restaurants.”
“Yes I remember.”
I grabbed my clutch purse and keys.
“We can go now.”
“After you.” He said.
“Just wanting to watch my ass.”
We arrived at Marcel’s Steakhouse where Darren had valet take the car.
“Oooo fancy.” I said walking inside.
“Reservation under ‘Hawkins’ for two.” Darren said.
“Right this way.”
We were led to a curved booth.
“Love the old, classy décor.” I said looking around.
“As always, get whatever you want.”
“I plan to.”
Our waiter arrived not too long afterwards and took our drink orders.
“I will have a ‘Raging Bull’ please and you can keep them coming.” I ordered.
“And I will do a ‘Casa Blanca’ as well.”
“Don’t go drinking too much, thinking it might get you laid.”
“Naw, never that, I am too much of a gentleman, you know that.”
“Yeah I remember that.”
He paused and rubbed his chin.
“What are you thinking?”
“You remember that time we were to the Governor’s Ball?”
“Man, we had good times.” He said.
Our drinks arrived five minutes later and we ordered our food.
After dinner, Darren drove me home.
“You’re not coming in.” I said getting out the car.
“Because we are not fucking tonight.” I said.
He threw his head back and laughed.
“Is that what you think I want?”
“I wasn’t talking about you.” I said leaning on the car.
I looked him in his eyes, licking my lips.
“Keela….. come on.”
“No Darren….. instead, I want you to drive home and remember.”
“Remember what?” he asked looking surprised.
“Remember that time I went with you to the post on that June Saturday so you could finish reports?”
“Yea, what about it?”
“Remember how it was just you and I there, and sucked your dick….” I began,
His eyes got big.
“I sucked it so good, nice and sloppy. Remember how you came in my mouth, and your eyes were rolling to the back of your head? How you were holding on to the wall, to keep from falling down…. Or how when I was done, I let you fuck me from behind, nice and fast…. You fucked me on the edge of that desk like a fucking slut. My pussy was so wet, it was dripping on your dick, remember that? Remember how you pulled my hair and smacked my ass…. sticking your finger inside my ass? You finger fucked me and fucked my pussy in that office. Remember how bad we used to be…. that was completely against your department’s policy and yet, we fucked like rabbits that day? No one was there, just you and I. Remember that? Remember how we cleared the desk off and you laid down on it and I climbed on top of you, your big, thick dick deep inside me? How I rode you back and forth…. Remember how I was riding and started doing that Jamaican Slow Wine dance on your dick? How crazy you went as I moved my hips in that circular motion? Yeah…. remember how you grabbed my breasts and tore my bra open? You squeezed my breasts together just as I was cumming and bouncing on that big dick. That big dick filled my pussy all the way up, remember that? You shot a huge load of cum deep inside me. Remember that?”
“Damn baby…. You got me hard as fuck.”
“Yeah? You like that memory? That memory of you fucking me nice and hard, the way you taught me? I bet you want to come inside my house right now, rip this dress off and beat my pussy up, make me scream your name the way I used to. The way I use to suck your dick like my life depended on it. You wanna do that?”
“Fuck yeah” he said.
“Hmmmm, I can taste your dick now.” I said licking my lips, still standing outside the car, both arms resting on the passenger side open window.
“Let me in baby.”
“I should, huh?”
“Yeah, we can do more than just talking.” He said.
“You remember how good that pussy was? How wet that pussy got, just for you?”
“Yeah baby, I remember…. damn, I remember.”
“Good…. I want you to remember daddy…… remember how good I was to you…… how good my pussy made you feel…… how good my mouth made you feel…… damn I loved swallowing your cum.” I said seeing his dick hard through his pants.
“I want you so fucking bad….”
“I know you do…… I know you want this…… tell me.”
“I want you baby…..Goddamn, I want you so fucking bad right now….. come on, please.”
“You want me that bad?” I asked whining.
“mmmmm…. Darren.” I whispered, moaning his name.
He looked at me, his eyes pleading with me to invite him in.
“You shouldn’t have let me go…… goodnight.”
And with that, I stood up and climbed the stairs to my house.
“WHAT THE FUCK KEELA, DON’T DO THIS TO ME….. COME ON BABY…… PLEASE????” he yelled.
I waved from the front door and walked in.
Darren was not getting my pussy, at least not that night.