Luck be a Lady Ch. 01

With a sweet smile, she replied, "Okay, well make a U-Turn here..."

Luckily we were actually quite nearby her home, only about a forty minute drive. We pulled up to her security gat, chatting idly about our schooling. Apparently she could speak French and japanese quite well, along with the local dialect of Barbados, Bajan, and of course English. I embarrassingly admitted that I could barely hold my own in Spanish, though I'd been working on it even after I got out of school. "You know, I've always wanted to learn Japanese, and Chinese as well," I cruised up the driveway after she leaned across me to put in the security code. "Maybe you could help me out some time, you're obviously a genius." I smiled warmly and slowed into a stop in front of the steps to her home, putting the Shelby in park and pulling the hand break, as was my routine.

Laughing with a cute blush on her cheeks, Rihanna says, "Well, I'd love to help you learn, but I don't think I'm a genius or anything." And perhaps she wasn't, but she was quite intelligent, as well as incredibly beautiful. She definitely had me beat in either department, and I considered myself a pretty smart guy, a bit of a geek. "Come on, my sexy little thing," she giggled and pushed her door open as I did the same and habitually locked the doors.

She led the way, unlocking the front door and raising a flourishing arm to say, "This is mi casa!" Her accent was even more adorable in Spanish. To rub some salt in my earlier wound, she turned toward me with a mischievous smirk and remarked, "You know what 'mi casa' means right?"

I grinned and let out a mock gasp, "That was harsh, young lady! I'm going to have to put you over my knee!" Laughing, she stuck her tongue out at me and when I lunged forward in play she took off running, laughing the entire way as I chased her into her expansive living room. As I chased her, I half expected to be tackled by a team of security personnel, but no one attacked me, not even when I managed to catch her and swoop her up into the air before crashing down onto the incredibly comfy couch with her in my arms.

Our lips locked immediately, and she moaned into my mouth. Her lips and breath tasted of an intoxicating fruitiness from her lip gloss, and I savored the succulent taste and feeling as our lips suckled and collided in a passionate entanglement. I truly wasn't even interested in feeling her up, the softness of her lips, and that sweet, silky tongue that devilishly snaked its way past my lips to mingle with my own oral appendage. My right hand sat firmly upon her mocha hip, kneading softly at the smooth flesh it found there, while my other hand traced lightly like a daring spider up the back of her neck, feeling the lines of her tattoo before brushing through her soft hair to find the soft, firm flesh of her cheek. Our intense make out session continued for several minutes, though not really escalating, like a pair of love struck teenagers in the early stages of high school.

As the kisses and caresses became progressively lighter, we both took a deep breath, and Rihanna looked me in the eyes, her golden-brown orbs sparkling as she whispered breathlessly, "Wow!"

I grinned and said in a low voice, "I know," before helping her off of my lap. Standing up, I felt how weak she'd made my legs with just her lips, and knew that this girl was going to be the greatest thing to ever happen to me. I leaned over her and planted a soft kiss on her lips as I slipped the DVD from her purse.

Her eyes were closed as I kissed her so tenderly, but as I pulled away she snapped them open, "Hey! Don't you know you should never go into a woman's purse!?" She laughed gingerly, though tried to keep a stern look on her brow.

"Oh, hush." I laughed, "You're going to give yourself wrinkles if you keep that up. Go fix your lip gloss or something while I figure out how to work all of these contraptions you've got here." My eyes were looking in the direction of her huge entertainment system. Now I was a bit of a technology geek, and my cousin was known to have tons of the latest equipment in his home, but I'd never seen so much stuff before. A huge television, huge speakers, DVD players, CD players, Blu-ray players, Playstation 3, Xbox 360, Wii, she had it all. And taking a gander at her video game and DVD collection I think I fell a little bit in love with this girl I'd just met. She was practically as geeky as I was.

With flushed cheeks, she nodded, "Sure, I'll go get us something to drink as well," she said, standing up and correcting her skirt which had been riding up a bit during the make out session. As she went to exit, she glanced back and laughed, "Good luck with all of that," and then disappeared into what I could only assume at that point was the kitchen of her mansion.

Luckily my savvy with technology came in handy and I was able to get the DVD on the TV only using two of the eight remotes available. Since there wasn't really any preface to the video, it began playing as soon as I put it in, and I heard Rihanna hurrying back into the living room behind me. I smiled at her as she placed the glasses of water on the coffee table and gratefully placed my arm around her shoulder as she snuggled up into my armpit with her head on my chest like she was made to do so. I couldn't help my heart beat intensifying at this point, because butterflies were swarming in my stomach. Rihanna either felt the same way or was simply entertained, because though she seemed to be watching the television, she burst into a tumbling series of giggles, which caused me to laugh along.

Once she was able to bring her giggle-fit under control, we both became quiet for a moment and then she mentioned, "We look pretty good together on the dance floor," and she craned her neck to look up at me. I couldn't help but plant a soft kiss on her full lips in response, and she cooed as her eyes closed. Apparently satisfied, she turned her attention back to the video and then gasped and slapped me lightly on the chest, "Oh, wow! It really looked like you hit him! Ouch..." I couldn't help but smile.

After the part where I socked the guy who stole my girl from me, it was the kiss and my heart jumped when I saw how passionate and natural we looked, and I knew Rihanna's chest must be pounding in the same manner because her hand clenched at my knee momentarily at that exact moment.

The final part of the video was now coming up, accompanied by the familiar pulsating beat of the song. The sensualness of watching the two of us practically undressing one another with our teeth was quite intense, and subconsciously my left hand began stroking the soft flesh of Rihanna's arm, while my right hand wrapped around to caress her cleanly shaved legs as they were curled up rather tight to her abdomen.

My eyes began darting between the television and then her shiny, smooth legs. The last thing I remember thinking was, "They actually managed to make this part look kind of tasteful," and then Rihanna lost control and pulled my face into hers, suckling hard on my bottom lip. It wasn't long before I flipped her over so that I was on top. We didn't even noticed when the DVD ended.

My lips were locked onto hers in a frenzied passion, and we suckled hotly at one another for a few moments before our tongue began to tango once more. Slowly I began breaking the kiss, becoming more adventurous and planting light, tender kisses down her adorable chin. Meanwhile, I couldn't help but grind my groin into her thigh, becoming too enamored to contain myself any longer, and as my cock began to harden and throb within my semi-tight denim jeans.

Reluctantly, I finally removed my lips from her soft skin and sat up a bit, looking her over in all of her beauty. It had become dark outside by now, and since we hadn't turn on any light on our run in here, the only light in the room was the blue glow of the television set. She looked gorgeous even in the blue light though, her skin shimmering with a light sheen of sweat, and her chest heaving heavily. She was staring into my face, and I caught her eyes, feeling my heart melt a bit, and simultaneously my cock twitched; this girl drove me wild. Slowly, and perhaps a bit nervously, I moved my hands down her long abdomen and to the hem of her thin, cotton t-shirt. She gave me a reassuring nod, and I slid down her body a bit, planting my lips to her skin once more. My kisses followed my hands up her trunk, as they pushed the yellow shirt up and over her pounding heart and heaving chest.

She helped me by lifting her arms above her head and raising her back up for a moment as I pulled the shirt off of her body and tossed it onto the coffee table. She was wearing the same lacy black bra from the video, so I could only assume she was wearing the same pair of black satin panties which were probably clinging to her hot, swollen vulva at that very moment. I groaned in sexual frustration as I began suckling and nibbling at her neck while her own hands became adventurous as well, gripping my own t-shirt and slowly sliding it up my body. I lifted my own arms and helped her pull it off of me. As I sat atop her, I admired her body even more, and realized that this young woman was, in fact, at least a healthy C cup, it wasn't a push up bra or anything. At that point, I decided I had to be the luckiest man on the planet. For the night at least.

As I focused on her eyes once more, rather than her breasts I began to grin, mostly because she was grinning as well. "You just can't help starting at my tits can you?" She laughed as I blushed a bit under the dim light.

"Well, I'd like to stare at your ass, but it's currently pinned beneath me," I quipped with another wicked grin.

"Don't worry baby," she cooed, "I think you'll be seeing plenty of that. And plenty of these," she said, arching her back and reaching beneath herself with one hand to undo her bra.

Though I was quite happy and excited to see this gorgeous woman naked, I had to be a gentleman about it; something to do with my upbringing. So, I looked at her seriously as she unfastened that tiny clasp, and asked, "You're sure about this Rihanna?" My hands strolled slowly and teasingly up her caramel stomach.

With a very strong look on her face, and a caring gleam in her eyes, she nodded, "Yes, Jake, I want to share everything with you." With that, she slipped the strapless bra off of her chest and tossed it over with her shirt. "Oh, and you can call me Robyn. Its always weird for someone to call me Rihanna in such an intimate setting." She laughed a bit, perhaps a bit nervously, and her firm, gorgeous breasts jiggled slightly atop her chest.

I was rather awestruck. I'd never seen such perfect, natural young tits before in my life. Not even on my high school girlfriends. This girl was probably as close to perfection as physically possible. I nodded, and then reassured her quietly, "You're so gorgeous Robyn," and then I leaned into her firm chest, and took both ripe mounds into my somewhat large palms. Her tits were just perfect, slightly more than a nice handful, and caped by a pair of perfect nipples. Her aureolas were a light brown, just a few shades darker than her caramel-mocha flesh, and roughly the size of quarters, while two half-inch, sexy nips poked straight up into the air. It wasn't long before my lips were locked around one hard bud of flesh, my tongue dancing hotly around the sensitive area, suckling at it as if I were hungry for milk.

I'd been complimented before on my skill with my tongue, and apparently I hadn't gotten rusty, because Rihanna was writhing and moaning quite loudly as I groped and suckled her delicious flesh. After several moment of treating one teat to a hot tongue bath, I switched to the other amorous mound, twirling my slippery tongue around the rock hard nip, just barely touching her swollen aureola, before lowering my mouth onto its entirety and biting at her nipple softly while the tip of my tongue pressed firmly into the crest of her bud. This seemed to be an effective move, because she began grinding her crotch into one of my legs fiercely, moaning into a nearby throw pillow.

Sitting up, but still massaging her tits firmly, I grinned, "Does my horny little celebrity like?"

She groaned, almost seeming to snarl at me as she began laughing, "Yes, your horny little celebrity likes -a lot!-" She then reached up to stroke my bare chest, and cooed up at me, "My little pussy is drenched, sexy." If that wasn't a signal, well what the fuck was?

I hastily abandoned her fabulous tits, and she took over for me, groping at them firmly and tweaking her nipples expertly, in a way that only the owner would know of. Enticingly, I slid further down her body, sliding my hands over her hot, sweat soaked body, snagging the top of her skirt as I went, tugging at it firmly. As my body moved between her long, sexy legs, I adamantly pulled her skirt farther down her hips until she had to lift them in order for me to get the skirt over her bubbly rear. Soon the skirt was off, and it joined the rest of her clothes. Once again I was admiring her rather plain, but incredibly sexy panties, which were indeed drenched. "Shit, baby, you're soaking," was all I could say.

Following an ecstasy filled moan, she agreed, "I know... Oh God, you drive me crazy Jake! Play with my tight little pussy! I need it!" Her Bajan accent was heavier in her lust and I nearly exploded in my pants at those commands.

"Yes, ma'am!" I thought to myself, and immediately yanked those sopping wet panties off of her hot little snatch. When I say hot, I'm not exaggerating, her cunt was emanating a pretty intense heat, as well as one of the most intoxicating aromas I've ever smelt. The panties joined the pile, and I stared between her legs, now adjusting to place her legs up on my shoulders. Damn! Every part of her was just gorgeous. Her cunt had sexy, plump vulva, swollen and glistening with her juices. She was completely shaved except for a thin strip just above her slit. Her sexy, wrinkled brown lips were slightly parted with arousal, allowing a glistening pink clit to peek from her hood, and showing off a bit of her slick pink inner lips. God, it was beautiful.

I couldn't help but lean into that glorious, dripping slit, my lips finding their slick surface tentatively. The taste was almost heavenly. Delicious was the only word I could think of at that moment; her pussy was a wonderful mixture of sweet, tangy, and even a bit fruity, if that's possible. She tasted amazing, and my lips suckled hard at one wrinkled lips, sucking it into my mouth and nibbling a bit before releasing it and lapping hard at her pink slit. A thunderous moan rolled from her throat as she rocked her hips, grinding on my face and writhing against the couch. "Yes! Oh my God!" She hissed between moans, one hand leaving her chest to run fingers through my hair.

I continued lapping at her feverishly, stroking my slick tongue up her entire slit, and then focusing several firm, short licks on her swollen clit. She was going crazy, and her lips seemed to be twitching with every touch of my tongue. As I focused mostly on her clit with my mouth, I decided to peel her thick lips apart with two fingers, sliding them candidly into her moist canal. To my immediate surprise, both fingers wouldn't fit, despite how wet she was. Fuck, she was tight. As she wiggled against my thick digits, I retracted my forefinger and slipped just my middle finger deep into her cunt, disappearing in its entirety. She groaned at this, and I immediately began wiggling it around inside of her slippery slit, and the walls hugged at my digit.

This treatment was really getting her off, I could sense her breathing becoming faster, and that tight tunnel was getting snugger and snugger, despite the movements and flexing of my finger, trying to stretch her out a bit. As I suspected, it wasn't long before she interrupted her lusty moans and purred, "Oh, shit Jake, you're going to make me cum! I'm about to cum, baby! Eat my little pussy baby!" Her voice had a sexy edge to it, even while she was speaking quite low, and I didn't want to disappoint her. So I lowered my mouth a bit, moving my left hand up to pinch and thumb at her swollen clit. I then extracted my juice-coated finger from her canal and almost immediately replaced it with my strong, probing tongue. I began slurping and lapping at that delicious cunt like it was my last meal, and she adored it, "Shit, shit, shit Jake! I'm going to cum on your sexy face baby!"

I didn't mind this one, bit, and I actually encouraged it by forcing my tongue as deep as possible into her tunnel as I felt her cunt retract fiercely around it and begin milking at my slick muscle. She began crying out, screaming my name and moaning in ecstasy while her cunt spewed a thick, slow stream of her sweet, nether nectar. I truly didn't want to let any of that sweet juice get away, so as she rolled her hips and grasped my hair with her left hand, I lapped and drank at the delicious liquid seeping from her gash, relishing every minute of it.

The orgasm only lasted as much as a minute, but as she came down from her high, Rihanna seemed exhausted. I smiled at her, my mouth coated with her juices as I sat up. Leaning over her nude form, I planted a wet kiss on her lips, leaving her with a very satisfied smile on her lips.

"How was that, sweetie?" I asked in a low, sensual voice. As I waited for her response I began suckling at the sweet, salty sweat on her neck. I could taste her fruity perfume a bit as well, but the taste wasn't all that bad really.

"Mmm," she moaned, running her long fingers through my hair and wrapping her legs around my waste, "wonderful, baby. You have a magical tongue."

I grinned up at her before moving down her body a little more and taking a handful of caramel flesh into my palm and kneading it softly before twirling my tongue all around a firm little nipple. Her response was a long, low moan and my grin spread from ear to ear.

By now my cock was quite literally throbbing beneath my jeans and boxers. I'd almost forgotten about my raging erection, which seems odd, but I'd been so focused on Rihanna's pleasure that everything else became obsolete. But now it was becoming a bit painful, so much to Rihanna's delight I began undoing my belt, button, and zipper. Once my pants were loosened, I shuffled them and my boxer-briefs down my hairy legs and my cock sprang free, standing tall and proud at a little over eight inches long. Nothing gargantuan, but as big as or bigger than a lot of porn stars.

Looking to my right, I saw a pair of lustful eyes locked onto my rod in the dim blue light. I grasped her left hand, helping her to sit up, and as she slowly wrapped the long, warm fingers of her right hand around my throbbing manhood, I planted soft, love-filled kisses along the inside of her forearm and up her recently acquired guitar tattoo. She didn't seem to notice my affection, however, because she was now focused on pleasuring me, and quite abruptly I felt a pair of full, slick lips wrap around my bulbous head.

Something told me this wasn't the first time Robyn had given head, she swirled her tongue around my twitching meat expertly. She was hunched over, her firm breasts dangling like ripe young melons. So, as she began licking and bobbing on my cock, I happily groped at one generous tit while I moaned and groaned with pleasure. Rihanna gave excellent head, bobbing up and down in a hot, wet rhythm. Her tongue never seemed to be in the same place for more than a split second, and her neck craned expertly up and down.

My free hand absently stroked at her short hair, and I moaned low a long as she tickled the little patch of skin between my head and shaft that was extremely sensitive. "Damn girl, you better quit that before I explode in your throat," I warned, thrusting my hips sharply.