Perfecting Patience

I slowed the car and she reached over and grabbed my hand, giving it a squeeze. I felt like a fool. I knew inside that Patience was hiding something, but I’d be the fool for her. And if by some chance I found out later she was doing something with that tall piece of shit I kept seeing her with, I’d kill him. End of story.

*

The following weekend, Patience and I were joining Hope and a few of her friends out to a dance club. I wasn’t really into dance clubs, but Patience seemed excited to go and she begged me to go with her. I had issues telling her no, so I sat on the couch and waited while she got dressed.

Flipping through the channels on the big cable remote, I got lost in a car rebuilding show on one of the manly channels. Updating Snowflake’s cable was one of the best things I could’ve done. You can only watch so much news before you start to hate the world around you.

I looked up when I heard the bedroom door open and my mouth dropped. She looked so fucking sexy I almost went to her, threw her up against the wall, and buried my cock in her right then and there. Her hair was down and curled, the front pushed back, giving a clear view of her gorgeous face. The tiny bit of makeup around her eyes made her blue irises pop.

Her bare neck gave way to a deep neckline. The thought of putting something pretty around her neck filled my mind. I’d be sure to remedy that as soon as I was alone again. I’d never really bought jewelry for a girl before, but I’d done a lot with Patience I’d never done before. I couldn’t wait to get her something special.

She had on a soft blue dress that was low and short. Her long tan legs were smooth and shiny, and her cute feet were covered in a pair of strappy silver heels. My eyes moved from her head to her toes, and I couldn’t help but feel satisfaction at knowing she was all mine.

She smiled over at me and self-consciously patted her hair and smoothed down her dress.

“Do I look okay?”

Okay wasn’t a word I’d use to describe the way she looked.

“No,” I said simply.

Her face fell and she turned to go back in the room.

“You look sexy.”

She paused and turned around to face me again.

I stood from the couch and went to her. Putting my arms around her waist, I pulled her body close to mine.

“I’m already hard just looking at you.” I ran my fingers down her neck.

She reached down between us and grabbed my cock as if she didn’t believe me. I closed my eyes at the sensation of her hand cupping me. Pressing my hips, I pushed myself against her palm. I wanted her. I wanted to push that dress up around her waist and fuck her until she screamed my name.

I started to slowly push her up against the wall. She smiled up at me and didn’t stop me. Pain shot through my hand when I lifted her, but I ignored it. She latched her legs around my hips as I started to push up her dress. The black panties she wore underneath made me harden more.

“Do you want me?” I asked as I pushed her panties to the side and ran my finger across her clit.

She was already wet and ready. I loved that I had the same effect on her that she had on me.

“Yes,” she whispered against my cheek before she started to softly suck on my neck.

I quickly unbuckled my belt and started to unbutton my jeans. I could practically feel her heat surrounding me already. I pushed my jeans around my hips and got ready to move my boxers. Everything stopped when a loud knock sounded on the door.

“Hurry up, y’all! The girls are waiting in the car, and I have way too much ass hanging out to be standing out here alone,” Hope called through the door before beating on it more.

“Shit,” I said as I pulled back and let her feet touch the floor.

I pulled up my jeans and put myself back together while she rushed to the door and let Hope in.

“Damn, girl! You look H-O-T hot! Zeke, you better get ready to stand guard.” Hope laughed.

“Oh my God, whatever!” Patience chuckled.

I shook my head because I knew Hope was right. I’d have to play guard dog tonight with Patience looking the way she did and so many drunk fucks with grabby hands. I didn’t mind it, though. She looked beautiful and it was my job to protect her.

We turned off the lights and locked the door behind us. Patience walked in front of me and I was mesmerized by the sway of her hips and the back of her thighs. I wanted nothing more than to pull her back in that apartment and bury myself in her for the rest of the night.

Hope rode in the car with Patience and me, but that didn’t stop me from touching her leg and letting my hand roam under her skirt. She didn’t stop me either; instead, she scooted up on the seat and let her legs fall open. Damn, she was devastating. The things she did to me physically and mentally were mind-blowing.