Canal Streets. Shaniqua was on her second daiquiri and she was feeling really good. As we rode in the carriage I put my arm on the seat behind her. She relaxed her head on my shoulder and next thing I knew we were kissing; deep, sensual kisses. I pulled her closer to me and began kissing her neck then her lips again. When she let out a moan I quickly ended it because I realized where we actually were. Kissing her I had forgotten all about where we were.
The man stopped the ride and we exited the carriage. As I passed him up I gave him an extra twenty for a tip and thanked him for the ride. I held Shaniqua around her waist because she was a lil tipsy. Her mom said she had to be home by eleven and it was a little after six so I needed to sober her up before I took her home.
After I got her settled in the passenger seat of my car I went around and got behind the wheel. I started my car and left the paid parking lot, merged onto the street and drove to my place.
“Where we going Ant?” she asked in a slurred voice.
“I need to get you sober before I take you home. Your mom will kill me if I take you home all drunk and shit!” I said.
“I ain’t drunk, just a lil tipsy,” she said and began to laugh, letting me know that I was right about her being drunk.
“Yea well drunk, tipsy, whatever! You’re underage and your mom will have my ass for this!” I said.
I pulled up to my mom’s house where I lived; thanking God that she wasn’t home this weekend. She was out of town with her new boo of the month which I wasn’t too fond of because the dude was only a few years older than me. My mom was a cougar in every sense of the word and as much as I disliked it I couldn’t tell her what to do or what not to do since I lived with her.
I helped Shaniqua out of my car and we walked to the front door. I unlocked the door so she could go in and I locked it behind me. I sat her on the sofa then went into the kitchen to brew a pot of coffee. While we waited for the coffee to brew we sat on the sofa watching a rerun of CSI: Miami. Next thing I know she was straddled on me and we were kissing fervently. I pulled at her shirt until I passed it over her head. She leaned in and sucked my neck a bit; she had me so fuckin’ hot. I slid her bra straps down her arms releasing her beautiful perky brown breasts. I grabbed them in my hands and brought them to my mouth, sucking both of them at the same time.
I knew I shouldn’t be in this situation because of her age but I am a man and a horny one at that. I continued sucking her beautiful tits as she moaned in her slurred state. I didn’t wanna take advantage of her so I stopped the kiss and asked, “Are you sure you wanna do this?”
She stood up and I thought she was gonna get dressed and ask me to take her home. Instead she removed her shorts and panties, placed her hands on her hips and said, “Yea Baby, I’m sure.”
I removed my pants and her eyes followed my movements as I removed my boxers revealing my manhood. Her eyes grew a little wide when she saw what I was working with but she didn’t put her clothes on so I guess she was ready.
“Are you sure?” I asked again stroking my dick to its full potential.
“Yea, I ain’t no punk bitch!” she said.
“Nobody said you were; I’m just making sure you know what time it is. Are you a virgin?” I asked.
“Baby you talk too much!” she said lying back on the sofa and opening her legs.
Well I tried but as I said before I am a man. I climbed on top of her and began to kiss her as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I tried to put my dick in her but she wasn’t as wet as I thought so I slid my kisses down her stomach until I reached her glove