Crystal Knight

What a woman really wants:

I met Crystal Knight while working for the cable company. That is, a co-worker friend of mine was fucking Crystal, and we had lunch at her home one day when we worked together on her street. I ate my lunch in her kitchen while she and Jimbo spent lunch in the bedroom.

Crystal was married to a guy named Dwayne, who also worked for the same cable company. Crystal was twenty-three, long brown hair, 135 pounds packed inside size 6 pants and a small top, and five-two. She was cute but not gorgeous.

Dwayne was your average good ol boy: humorless unless he was drinking, enjoyed tv wrestling as much as the next guy, and was a virgin till Crystal got his cherry and his heart.

And while Jimbo was tapping Crystal, occasionally, I had met a girl named Debbie. Debbie was 20, blonde, five-eight, about 120 pounds, and looked delicious in hot pants. She also had blue eyes, and a prehensile pussy that reminded me of a third hand.

So I'm dating Debbie for a few weeks, and she invites me over for Sunday dinner with the family. It's her daddy's birthday, and all the kids are coming over for the barbecue. And the last to walk through the door are Crystal and Dwayne.

Dwayne is Debbie's brother. And Crystal recognized me immediately; if looks were daggers I woulda bled to death. But I don't kiss and tell, so her secret was safe with me, though she didn't know it. I had forgot about the session with my pal Jim Miller.

Jimbo was married and used my other bedroom to entertain his girlfriends, all of whom were married, too. There were plenty of them, I met most of them, and occasionally they stopped by without Jim.

One in particular I remember when we were wiring her house for cable. I was connecting the cable from the box in the backyard to a box on the side of her house. Jim was inside installing the wall jacks, and the blonde was sitting on the bed behind him with her legs spread waiting for him to turn around and see her. She couldn't see me outside but I could see her and the show.

So Jim finally turns around and see's her sitting on her legs, with her legs spread. "Pink is my favorite color," he says with a smile.

Then her old man comes home, pulls Jim aside, and says," If you want some of that, ask her out." And a few days later she shows up at my place, to see Jim. Soon enough Jim loses interest in her, and she calls me up.

But I digress. The following Saturday my phone rings, and it's Crystal wanting to come over and discuss her situation with Jimbo. There's really nothing to discuss because Jimbo's screwing everyone, and Crystal's no one special in his mind. But I don't talk outta school, and didn't mention it to Crystal.

But she came by in the early afternoon, Dwayne was watching the baby while she went shopping or whatever it was she told him she was doing. Debbie didn't drive so I didn't expect her to make an appearance and see Crystal's car.

Crystal rang the doorbell and I invited her in. I rented half of a duplex. My half had two bedrooms, kitchen, bath, and living room. My landlady lived behind me, and she's a story for another time; let's leave it at she liked big boys.

She sat on the sofa and I joined her. "I guess you know why I'm here?" She got down to business immediately, and wasn't smiling.

"I think I do," I replied.

"Did you say anything to Debbie about Jim Miller?"

"No," I replied.

"Why not?" She wanted to know.

"What you and Jimmy do is none of my business,"I said.

"You could really mess up my life, you know?"

"I hadn't thought much about it, cuz it never crossed my mind to let the cat outta the bag," I assured her.

"What about Jim Miller?"

"What about him?" I asked.

"Did you talk to him about seeing me?"

"No," I replied.

"Nothing at all?" She didn't believe me.

"Not a word," I said. "He never asked or brought up the subject; he doubt he knows Dwayne is Debbie's brother. I can't imagine him caring if he did know."

"What's he said about me?"

"Nothing," I said.

"I don't believe it; guys always talk. Weren't you curious when you guys came to my house and we went in the bedroom?"

"I assumed you were having sex but didn't give it much thought," I said.

"You're a weird dude," she concluded.

"No, I mind my own business; it keeps my life simple and trouble free," I replied.

"You live here by yourself?"

"Uh, huh," I replied.

"You seeing anybody besides Deb?"

"Of course, not," I said.

"You wouldn't tell me if you was," she said, pulled out a cigarette, and I lit it for her. "Got an ashtray, hon?"

"Nope, I wouldn't," I replied.

"You'd tell Jim Miller!"

"No, but that don't mean he doesn't ask," I said.

"What do you say when he asks?"

"I tell him he's wasting his time," I replied. "Want some sangria?"

"Sure," she followed me to the refrigerator.

I pulled out the pitcher of sangria, grabbed two glasses, and went back to the living room. Crystal filled the glasses. I looked at her. "What?" She was self-conscious.

"I was wondering if you'd sell me some of your pussy."

"Doesn't Deb take care of you?" She was coy, but coy isn't 'No!'

"I don't kiss and tell, remember? Think about it, though."

"You probably can't afford me," she dared me to call her bluff. I got up. "Where you going?" She asked.

"Be right back," I said, and went to my bedroom and returned with a roll of money, then stuffed one fifty at a time in her bra cups. "Say when," I said. Her tits were firm and warm. She didn't say 'when' so I started pulling fifties out of her bra, and reminded her to 'say when.'

"WHEN!" I put one of the fifties back in her bra and led her to the bedroom. "Lemme pee first," she went in the bathroom.

I had on shorts I made from jeans I'd worn the knees out of. But I cut them too short, and I sometimes hung outside the leg if I was aroused like this time. I wanted to tap her pussy, and got rid of the shorts; I don't wear briefs or boxers.

When she came out of the bathroom she had on her bra and panties and a crucifix. I had rolled a joint and lit it, took a hit, and handed it to her. "Dwayne doesn't like me using pot," she said, and unfastened her bra. After she lay beside me she tugged her panties down to her ankles, and I reached over and pulled them off. Then we lay there smoking till the joint was gone and I kissed her neck and pinched her brown nipple.

Crystal's vulva was covered with fine brown hair, and she was wet when I felt her with my hand, and moved my mouth to her tits. "Suck them hard," she whispered, and gripped my dick.

The best part of fucking is when your dick first penetrates a woman's hole, and when you shoot your load and her pussy milks you for every drop of semen before she lets you leave her nest. After I filled her we took a nap, she then bathed while I sat on the toilet and watched her, and later she left.

She came over a few more times while I dated Debbie; Dwayne stayed home watching their baby; but after Debbie and I split Crystal got caught though no one knew who her lover was. Debbie figured it was me, and raised hell with me over the phone; said Dwayne was gonna kick my ass, but he never came around. I wondered if Crystal wasn't pregnant, and also wondered if Dwayne was getting any from her.