The skies opened up, as James and Olivia left “Jodie’s” bar. Holding him by the arm, she started a dash towards her apartment building as the heavy rain poured down on them. By the time they arrived, they were soaking wet.

Being completely drenched did not trouble James one bit. What worried him at the moment was he had promised to open up to a woman he hardly knew. Doubt still festered within his heart; he had no idea whether he was doing the right thing or not. He was about to do something he had not done in nearly a decade: put his trust in someone.

Olivia unlocked her old, faded, apartment door, walked in and went to the left, mumbling “wait here”. James found himself in a rather small living room. The furniture was old. Small pieces of leather on the cushions of her brown couch were missing. For some reason he could not explain, this made him feel better and assured him that he was doing the right thing.

“It sucks, I know.” Olivia said, tossing a pink towel to him. “It’s not much, but it’s mine. Make yourself at home. Can I get you anything?”

“Just some water,” James requested, peeling off his coat.

“She’s poor. That’s weird; there are a lot of things she could do with her body. No, it’s not weird, James. She seems honest. Poverty is the price she pays for that honesty. Feisty? Yes. Confident? Sure. A sell-out? No.”

“Here.” She said, handing him over a glass of water. “I’m all ears.” She continued, taking a seat on her couch. James downed it in a hurry. Sitting beside her, he sucked in a deep breath.

“Well…” He began. “About eleven years ago, I had this friend. His name was Darryl Baines and we had grown up together. We started a band in high school which was very popular. First, we only played cover tunes, but, after graduation, we wanted to try to write our own stuff. Darryl was great at writing music. I wrote the lyrics. We sent a demo tape to a few record companies. One of them called me the very next day. They said they liked us. We set up an appointment and I went over to Darryl’s. That’s when …” His voice broke, as the image that had been haunting him for years flashed through his mind. “That’s when I found him in bed with Diana, my girlfriend at the time. They ran after me, but I didn’t want to hear a thing they had to say. I tore out of there, driving away, and still they followed me. We both sped up to beat a yellow light. I did. They didn’t. They crashed into the side of an oncoming truck; they were killed on the spot.”

“Oh, my God…” Olivia whispered, as tears spilled from his eyes. “What happened after that?”

“A couple of days after the funeral, I met up with a couple of ‘Platinum Media Records’ top people. Darryl’s folks were there with me. They didn’t know their son got killed chasing me. Of course, there was no band anymore, but they knew how close we were. They insisted I sign a contract. I hate publicity; I didn’t want to use my real name. So, I became ‘Jimmy X’. That’s why I live on the mountain. That’s why I didn’t touch you last night. You’re a distraction, Olivia.”

“Holy God…” Olivia let out one more whisper, putting her head in her hands. “You’re Jimmy X?”

“Yeah,” James affirmed.

“And … I’m a distraction?” She continued in a voice riddled with tension, as she turned her head to the right to face him.

“You wouldn’t understand.” He claimed, wiping the tears from his face. “I stopped believing in people, a long time ago.”

Olivia did not verbalize. She swung her left leg over him and sat on his lap. Then, she cupped his face in her hands. The sensation of her soft palms made him warm inside. But still, he would not look into her eyes. His gaze was fixed on her stomach.

“Last night, an angel on Earth saved my life,” speaking in a sweet voice, as she ran her thumbs across his cheekbones, making his heart flutter. “He gave me shelter and, although I was a little rude to him, he played music with me all night. Tonight, he gave me a poem; I’ve never met a man like him.”

Olivia’s compliment flattered him. He hesitantly brought his gaze up to meet hers; but, she did not allow him to open his mouth. Instead, she circled her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Tilting her head down, she met his lips, their mouths joining in a soft, tender kiss. Her breath on his skin sent tingles up his spine as he entwined his arms around her waist. James was not thinking anymore. Olivia’s kind words awakened his senses and helped him put aside his inhibitions. He felt her still moist, purple sweater, with his hands; and, as their kiss grew more demanding, strands of her wet hair lightly brushed against his face. He leaned back against the couch, as she caressed the back of his neck. Olivia then ran her right hand lightly up his head and into his hair, as he put his own hands under her sweater. The smoothness and warmth of her skin sent him into overdrive. She threaded her fingers into his hair: his hands traveled up her body; his breath became heavier as he caressed the sides of her midsection. The sensation of her big breasts, rubbing against his chest made his cock twitch. James flexed the muscles of his right arm and pushed her to the left. Laying her down on her couch, he opened his eyes.

He reached towards her and unbuttoned her skirt. The black nylons she wore had him anticipating the feel of the stockings in his palms. At their lovely sight, James licked his lips like a hungry predator. Olivia leaned forward and pulled her blouse up and over her head, exposing her black, lace bra.

“Never keep a lady waiting,” she breathed out, curling her index finger towards herself, her husky voice overwhelming his senses. James took off his sweater and scanned her body, from bottom to top.

“Sexy lady…” he said, his voice deep and manly, looking down into her sparkling eyes. Lying on top of her, he claimed her lips once more, as his right hand landed on her knee. Olivia’s arms snaked around his upper back, as he stroked and caressed her thigh. Filling his palm with the smooth nylons, he slowly slid his hand up her thigh, as she grabbed and held onto his shoulder blades. His cock was getting harder by the second. Feeling the tender flesh of her upper outer thigh, he made his way up, as she stroked his back. James did not stop at her thong. His hand caressed her hips and her midsection, until it reached her bra. Olivia arched her back, giving him access to the strap. He used both hands to undo it and then slid the straps down her shoulders and arms.

“Touch me…” She whimpered, tilting her head back. Gently biting her lower lip, he brought his hands back to her breasts. He pressed them together, forcing a long sigh of pleasure out of her. Olivia’s arms went around his back once more, before he squeezed her breasts again. Trailing soft kisses along her neck, he felt a drop of precum, dripping down his large, swollen shaft. James planted even more passionate kisses across her chest, trapping her nipples between his thumb and index fingers. Drowning in her scent, he stuck his tongue out. Licking the area around her left nipple, he rolled her right one, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

“Right there, baby…” Olivia moaned, digging her long fingernails into the firm flesh of his back. James’s lips closed around this erogenous zone, before he pulled the nipple into his mouth, lightly pinching her other nipple at the same time. With the sound of her pleasurable whimpers of surrender filling his ears, he flicked his warm, wet tongue against it. But James wanted to do more; much more. Too eager to taste her juices, he laid a short kiss on her nipple, letting go of her breasts altogether. He leaned back and got off the couch, desperate to get rid of his pants. Olivia hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thong and pulled it down and off her feet. To his surprise though, she then sat up and stepped off the couch.

James took off his boxer shorts, releasing his 8 ½ inches, stiff, throbbing cock. At the sight of it, she bit her lower lip, as a cunning smile spread across her face. She did not speak. Instead, she moved around him and put her hands on his stomach. In a split second, he found himself sitting down, marveling at her curvaceous figure. Olivia climbed back onto the couch and sat on his lap, her gaze locked on his.

“God, I want you so bad…” She said, cupping his face in her hands, her voice a husky whisper that raised every hair on his body. She tilted her head down to meet his lips. James put his hands on her hips, as she reached behind her back. Olivia grabbed the base of his shaft, forcing a loud, manly groan out of him, as their mouths joined in a hot, sensual kiss. She lowered herself onto his large, hard cock, as he slid his hands down her body. Cupping her juicy ass, he felt the head of his manhood slowly penetrating her dripping wet pussy.

“Awwww, yeah…” She groaned, tilting her head back, squeezing her eyes shut, as he got lost deep inside her. Loving the sensation of her big, round ass in his palms, James buried his face between her breasts. He pushed his throbbing cock all the way in, feeling her breasts on his cheeks, as her hands slipped down his neck. He grabbed and held onto her butt cheeks, planting passionate kisses all over her right breast, as she squeezed the firm flesh of his shoulders. Her moisture had amazed him. As much as he would have loved to, he had not been able to take her orally, but still, Olivia was so wet that he could hardly believe it.

“You’re dripping…” He whispered, taking her breast into his mouth.

“You turn me on so much,” She moaned, licking her upper lip, as he spread her ass. Her juices, mixed with his precum were flowing down his rock hard shaft, as he flicked his tongue over her nipple. James slapped her left butt cheek to the point of pleasure. Olivia’s loud, sexy moan drove him crazy with lust. By now, he was unable to maintain a slow pace. With her warm body in his arms, he began to thrust into her, squeezing her ass. Their moans filled her living room, as she tilted her head forward. Once again, she lowered her face to his level, seeking his lips. Understanding that, he released her breast and tilted his head up. Their lips locked in yet another fiery kiss, as he pounded her fast and hard, maintaining a firm grip on her butt cheeks.

“God, it feels so good… fuck me.” Her muffled moan in his mouth made him quicken his pace. His cock was pulsing inside her, as her ample breasts swayed back and forth. Each inch of her ass wobbled, as pleasure brought her into uncharted realms of passion. James knew that he could not keep this up for much longer, but he did not even consider slowing down. She ran her right hand up his neck, as their tongues danced against each other. Olivia sank her fingernails into the side of his neck, moaning louder and louder by the second. The glistening lips of her womanhood were gripping on his massive, hard shaft, as his big, strong hands kneaded her ass. Too overwhelmed by the feel of his manhood in her depths, she circled her arm around his neck and held him close.

“I’m coming…” Olivia moaned, her sexy voice bouncing off the walls of her living room, as she rested her head on his shoulder. James’ large, heavy balls were slapping against her butt cheeks, as the heat in her pussy increased. Coaxing her relentlessly towards orgasm, he slapped her ass once more, adding to her immense arousal. Her breathing became shallower, as he plunged into her. Olivia’s body tensed, as her orgasm washed over her in wave after wave of intense pleasure. A few, hard thrusts brought him to the edge of his own, aggressive climax. James pulled out, spurting a huge amount of semen all over her lower back, his manly groans audible over hers. Olivia snuggled close, exhausted and short of breath…