Oh Lord, Help Me Keep My Panties on - By Lynda Burton Page 0,73
on the couch. I turned around and looked at him as if he were crazy, but decided to hold my tongue instead. To tell you the truth, I was stunned. “Well,” I said, “instead of sleeping on the couch, I have a guest bedroom you can sleep in, if that will make you feel at ease and comfortable.” Wow, it’s the first time he’s spending the night, and he wants to sleep on the couch! Oh hell no! I couldn’t hold it any longer and asked, “Hassan, are you celibate?” He turned around, smiled, and answered no, no I’m not. He never offered an explanation, and I refused to say another word.
I showed Hassan to the guest room on the second floor, turned on the TV, and placed clean towels on the dresser. “Hassan, do you want to shower first?” I asked. “No, no, go ahead, I’m gonna watch some TV first,” he replied. With a puzzled look on my face, I walked out of the guest room and into my bedroom, closed my door and stripped down. I grabbed my bathrobe, put it on and then headed for the bathroom for a cooling shower. I cooled my loins and prepared myself to sleep alone.
As I walked from the bathroom to my room, I noticed Hassan sitting on the side of the bed watching TV holding his towel in his hand. “Shower’s all yours” I yelled and walked into my room and closed the door. I threw my robe on the chair, slipped on my pajamas and turned on my TV, then climbed into bed. A few minutes later, I heard the bathroom door close and the water running in the shower. I was drifting off to sleep when I felt Hassan’s body slide into bed with me. For a minute, I thought I was dreaming and rolled over. But much to my surprise, I was awakened by Hassan as he started nibbling on my breast. Damn, I must have been exhausted because I was too tired to respond to his sexual advances. The foreplay was over before it started, and sex was in the air. I heard Hassan fumble around with a condom wrapper and roll it over his penis. He grabbed me by my arm and rolled me on top of him. Then he spread my legs open and pulled me by the waist to sit on top. He grabbed his penis then guided it between my legs and pushed his hips upward. “Ohh,” I moaned. I was awake now! He pushed and prodded until he was all the way in. Then I took over and rode him. He flipped me over on the bed and I assumed the missionary position. Wow, what a pleasant surprise to wake up to. Shit, I can’t imagine why he was acting so funny earlier. Hassan is a gifted and talented black man, I thought to myself and laughed. Before I could reach my orgasm, he turned me over and sat me on his lap. We fucked all over my bedroom, on the bed, the floor, and the chair. When he finally came, almost 45 minutes later, Hassan mimicked the roar of a lion.
We fell onto the bed, and he grabbed me up into his arms like a child grabbing hold of their favorite doll and drifted off to sleep. About an hour later, he woke me up in a panic. “Haley, get up, get up! You have to take me home right now; I got to go home immediately! I forgot that I had something very important that I have to do in the morning, and I can’t be late!” he yelled. “Okay, okay, okay,” I answered. I was groggy and disorientated for a few minutes while I sat on the side of the bed holding my head. I got up and stumbled my way to the bathroom and almost fell back asleep while sitting on the toilet. When I finally got it together, I washed my face and between my legs and walked back to my room. Hassan was already dressed and pacing the floor. “Can you please hurry,” Hassan asked. “Hassan, is everything all right?” “Yeah, yeah, I’ve just got to go now, I’m sorry. Maybe I’ll be able to stay longer next time, but right now, I’ve got to get back home.” Then he turned to me and asked, “Will it take you long to dress?” “Uh no, I’ll throw on a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt