Tyrone Jones, a 28 year old buppie, lives for designer clothes and women.
Tyrone Jones, a twenty-eight-year-old black man who lives in West London, is good-looking, ambitious and very independent. In Tyrone’s view, life is great. All he now desires is the perfect woman by his side. His libido comes into conflict with his heart and head when he meets Saffron, a sexy, light-skinned woman, who works in the same building. Shortly, a love affair between Tyrone and Saffron commences: an affair that proves both extraordinarily passionate and deeply tender.
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1.
She was great at first spending so much time with me that I felt there could be something special between us. Man, the way she would swing her hips, teasing me made it hard to get up and leave for work.
Although I was the Accounts Manager, I knew my boss was going to burn my ears again today, because this was the second day that I was getting in late.
Lying on the bed with her on top, writhing and turning me on took that thought away. She kissed my lips and moved down to my centre and I parted my legs so she could get comfortable. Her tongue felt like silk as she moved up and down, stimulating my testicles and sending a rhythm of pleasurable pain down into my groin.
She licked and sucked until I wanted to scream. The pleasure was fantastically wicked. She was sucking faster and harder and as I tried to hold back, a sea of white foam shot forward on her breasts. She looked at me and slowly rubbed it in between her voluptuous cleavage, as she touched herself.
I was hard again from just watching her. With the strength of a lion, I charged forward and pushed her down on the silk sheets. Kissing and slapping her ass, she quickly spread her legs. With one thrust, I was inside pumping back and forth. Melanie arched her back and I felt the wetness of her cum. She was now moaning out load, and I was thrusting deeper with each moan.
I leaned back onto my knees and lifted her onto me. Moving up and down, she started to moan wildly. I brought my chest forward and worked her body, whilst my tongue manipulated her nipples. As I was about to cum, she stopped me and stared thorough lifeless eyes.
Surprised, I waited for her to continue and she revealed “Tyrone I’m not on the pill anymore!” I looked at her and instantly my pudenda became flaccid.
I pushed her away and demanded “what are you talking about and since when did you stop taking damn birth control?” Melanie didn’t say a word, just sat there wiping her breasts.
“Are you trying to trap me or something?” I yelled at her. I got up from the bed and walked over to the mirror.
I stopped to examine myself and thought damn, I looked good!
Melanie snaked over to me and said “baby does it really matter? We are in a serious relationship and if I were to fall pregnant, I would be happy to have your baby!”
Inside, brain chemicals fueled my anger and I couldn’t hold back how I was feeling. I turned to face her dead in the eyes and through gritted teeth stated “Nice fuck Melanie, we are over. Now take your possessions and get out of my flat!”
Melanie took the towel and wrapped it around her breasts. She sat on the sofa and began to cry.
I had no intentions of watching her pull the water-works, so I closed the door behind me and went into the kitchen. When I returned to the room, I hastily pulled off all the sheets and threw them on the floor.
Watching with hands on my hips, she slipped on her dress and shoes, picked up her bag and slammed the door behind. I turned on the hot water tap and stood under the steaming stream. I couldn’t believe she tried that one on me. I wasn’t ready for a baby! What would have given her that idea I wondered, as I dressed for work.
Once I entered the office, I knew Ted would be after my neck, so I knocked on his door and went in. Before he could say a word I blurted out “My girlfriend was in a car accident this morning and I’m just coming from casualty. I tried to call and let you know the score, but kept on getting that stupid answering machine!”
He stood up and put his left hand on my shoulder and offered consoling words “Tyrone I am sorry to hear. How bad is she and what have the Doctors said?”
I tried to look as sad as I could, sly player that I am and declared “She’s in intensive care with head injuries. I have to wait until tomorrow when she has a brain scan to find out how she will really fare!”
Ted hung his head low, in deep meditation and then gave me the day off to be with her.
“I’ll call as soon as I get any information. Thanks man!” I returned as I took my briefcase and left.
In the elevator I met Saffron who worked in advertising on the floor above.
Now Saffron was a fine sister. She was tall, elegant and brown skinned with long wavy hair. I tried on many occasions to get a date with her, but she always insisted that she didn’t date the ‘player’ type.
I imparted to her one day, after asking her out again, “how do you know I’m a player? Just cuz a brother takes care of himself, doesn’t mean he’s a player, now does it?”
She looked at me and dug a whole in my heart “Tyrone Jones, you look like a player, I see the way you eye up those office girls. I’m not going to be one of your ‘has beens OK!” This one certainly had a lot of attitude and at the same time, possessed a charming charisma that could make a man mad.
That was one of the reasons why I wanted to bed her so badly, coupled with the fact that she had a fine ass.
Defeated this time, I wished her the best and waved goodbye and left the building.
‘The 13.05 to Walthamstow will be approaching, please stand clear of the platform!’ came the announcement over the megaphone. I stood up and moved toward the carriage door. Another day, another brass for Tyrone, I thought.
As I sat down, I noticed a beautiful chocolate skinned honey, giving me a good overall. Hoping to get her attention, I looked in her direction and she quickly turned the other way.
I wondered what was going through her mind. She looked again and this time our eyes locked. I gave her a smile with my eyes and she stared with fascination. Planning on what to do with the rest of my day, I looked at the train map in front and knew where I was heading. The girl was still staring and her deep gaze made me suddenly uncomfortable.
‘Great, two stops until I get off’ I repeated in my head. After Melanie’s stunt today I was in no mood for any more games. I got up and stepped off at Oxford Street. Some retail therapy always worked wonders for my ego. My brother Jimmy always said “Looking good is always a good thing!”
Some women think they are the only ones who enjoy shopping.
Although I wasn’t happy about Melanie’s little stunt, I wasn’t sad either, because she was deceptive. I was angrier at myself for not using a condom. It’s not as if didn’t have any. Damn they were in different flavours and colours in the bedside draw, at arms length.
Hell! What was I thinking I asked myself? I’d been making love with her for the past three months without protection and could have caught anything. Come to think about it, she couldn’t have stopped taking the pill back then, cuz by now she would surely have fallen pregnant. I know I ain’t firing no blanks from this missile. I thought as I paced down the subway and reminded myself never to rely on a woman for contraceptives next time.
‘Women’! Shit can’t live with them, can live without them! I didn’t feel like walking from one end of the street to the next, so I jumped on the nearest bus heading in the direction of Bond Street.
“Dolce & Gabbana here I come!” I breathed, and then a familiar voice whispered “Pardon, did you say something?”
I turned around and saw a beautiful brown skinned woman, with long wavy hair standing behind me. Swiftly contented, I added “Saffron, are you following me?”
She slapped my arm and laughed “You should be so lucky! Where are you off to at this time of day?”
I leaned my head for her to follow and took a seat close to the front “I’ve got to pick up a belt and tie for work. How about you, didn’t think you finished so early?”
Saffron sighed deeply and opened her briefcase “I’ve got a meeting with the senior fashion editor, at ‘Clothes’ on Bond Street!”
I smiled and pinched my toes, convinced I’d need the pain to combat her rejection “Do you fancy a drink after your meeting? I’m going to be here for another couple of hours!”
Saffron looked at the sheet of paper and replied “Our meeting is scheduled to start at 2.30pm and I don’t expect it to last any longer than 40 minutes!”
Reaching up, I tapped the cord and smiled at Saffron “Cool I’ll meet you inside Planet Hollywood at 4pm!” I figured that would give me more than enough time to get my shopping done.
I didn’t think she’d say yes, but she did and I was feeling great again.
I told myself that I wasn’t going to let my dick rule my head, because I was going to prove that I wasn’t a player out for one thing only.
Man! That was going to be a hard, but achievable task.
I walked out of Gucci at 3.45pm and looked around. Bond Street was bustling with tourists and shoppers alike.
I thought about what I was going to say to Saffron during our meal. It had been a while since I had an intellectual conversation with a female.
All the women, I had dated in the past wanted to talk about was how hard they required me to hit them. A woman as classy and sophisticated as Saffron might be out of my league, but was I someone to just sit back and take the easy route? Hell No!
When the taxi pulled up in front of Planet Hollywood, I took a deep breath, picked up the seven carrier bags and opened the door.
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