Page 80 of Curvy Girl Summer

The thought of Ahmad getting up from eating my pussy and sliding his dick into me was all it took. My orgasm crashed over me, and my body shook uncontrollably. That image combined with the steady, constant vibrations against my sensitive bundle of nerves pushed me over the edge before I’d had a chance to really wrap my mind around it.

With perseverance, I kept the vibrator in place even though my legs fought against it. Clamping my thighs together to lock thetoy in place, my too-sensitive, yet extremely horny pussy reacted immediately. Ahmad was fucking me, and just the thought of it consumed me. My body became rigid as another wave of pleasure pulsed through me.

My eyes flew open, but I was too far gone to stop. The idea of Ahmad watching me, joining me, eating me, and then fucking me overwhelmed my senses. A third shudder ripped through my body, and I almost knocked my laptop onto the floor.

Crying out loudly, I shook with pleasure, knocking the vibrator away. When I regained control of my body, I grabbed the toy and turned it off.

Breathing hard and unsure of what I’d just done, I stared at the ceiling.

It was just a fantasy.

It wasn’t real.

It didn’t mean anything.

I’d convinced myself that thinking about Ahmad while masturbating was simply because my unconscious mind reverted back to the last man I’d interacted with. It wasn’t a secret that I found him attractive. But he was my friend… just my friend… just my married friend.

Shit. What did I just do?

12

My weekend had a shaky start with that poor excuse for a date. And even though I had a great night with Nina and the concert was amazing, I was discombobulated by my Ahmad fantasy. So I had no clue how seeing my family for the first time since Aniyah’s birthday was going to affect me. I knew it was going to push me over the edge if things went anything like the last time. After the weekend I’d had, I was in no mood to talk about my relationship status.

I’d talked to my parents, and everything seemed cool over the phone. But pulling up in their driveway on Sunday afternoon, I was brought back to the irritation I felt a few weeks ago.

“Now why is he here?” I wondered aloud as I parked behind my uncle’s car.

They did not tell me he was coming.

I was thankful I had plans after my lunch with my family to pick my spirits back up if they got on my nerves.

Using my key, I didn’t bother to knock as I entered my childhood home. “Coming in,” I called out.

“There she is,” my grandmother greeted me with open arms.

I enveloped her in a tight hug. “Hi, Nana. How are you?”

“I’m all right, doll baby. How are you?”

“I’m not bad.”

She released me from the hug and eyed me. “I haven’t seen you in a few weeks. I know we talked on the phone, but I just want to put eyes on you and make sure you’re okay.”

I nodded. “I’m okay.”

“You look good.” She gestured to my outfit. “Is that new?”

The bright orange tropical shorts with the matching tank top were cute and kept me cool on the hot summer day.

“I got it at the end of last summer, so this is my first time wearing it,” I informed her as we walked into the kitchen.

“Your father and your uncle are outside on the grill.” She pointed out the kitchen window. “Your mother is upstairs. We were getting the food ready.”

I looked around. “This is a lot of food for just the five of us.”

“Some of it is for us. Some of it is for the church.”

“Ohhhh, okay.”

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