Hershey Kisses: Another Taste

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Skin to Skin - Part 1

“Oh, my bad Kwamie. I didn’t even realize I was sleep,” I said softly lifting my head up from his broad shoulder. I slowly shifted my body away to lean against the truck door.

“You good Dimples.” He looked over with those plump toffee-colored lips and cracked a bit of a smile. Giving me a quick subtle view of his platinum bottom grill.

Damn, I couldn’t help but bite the corner of my lip. If only he knew what I wanted to do to those lips. And how I wanted to taste every inch of his caramel-coated skin. I threw the thought out of my head for the millionth time, cause let’s be honest he was way out of my league.

The six of us were all packed up in a Suburban on our way up to Blue Ridge, Georgia. While everybody else was flying off to some hot tropical spot we decided to do something completely different for spring break. After a lot of back and forth, we all finally decided on getting a cabin in the middle of the woods. It was still snowing there so it would be a different scene for us Floridians.

📱🎶I don’t fuck with you
You little stupid ass bitch, I ain’t fuckin’ with you
You little, you little dumb ass bitch, I ain’t fuckin’ with you
I got a million trillion things I’d rather fuckin’ do
Than to be fuckin’ with you
Little stupid ass, I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck
I don’t I don’t I don’t give a fuck🎶

Kwamie’s phone begins to ring and that sexy smile of his leaves his face, suddenly turning into a fucked up frown. He quickly silenced his phone only to just have it start back up ringing again.

“You need to just answer that bitch cause she not gone stop till you do,” Sammy said from the driver seat.

“Yep you know how she is Kwamie,” Gigi said agreeing with her boyfriend.

Travis, Melissa, and I all gave out an “Mmhmm,” agreeing with them both.

Kwamie exhaled deeply and gave me a look of frustration.

“Just tell her ya’ll don’t have anything to talk about and stop blowing up ya phone,” I whispered to him as he finally hit the talk button.

"What the hell do you want Vicky?”

“We don’t have shit to talk about.”

“What the fuck you mean I’m being extra?”

“You the one running round fuckin’ and swallowing up muthafuckers.”

“What you mean it ain’t true?!”

“I got proof, he sent me the damn video of y’all two.....”

I just got tired of hearing him go back and forth with her, so I snatched the phone outta his hand.

“Look, bitch, he doesn’t want to be bothered with that community pussy you trying to throw at him anymore!”

“Bitch, who the fuck are you?”

“Well, I’m that bitch whose pussy he’s been sucking on lately.”

“Bitch do you know who I am, I will fuck your ass up!”

“Yeah I know who you are, just another irrelevant hoe and from the looks of that video, you can suck the hell outta some balls. How you deep throat the dick like that and get the balls in there at the same time? Girl them gag reflexes-......”

“Hello?”

“Hello?”

“Did she hang up,” Melissa asked laughing.

“Yep, she did. Guess it was something I said.”

We all started laughing as I handed Kwamie back his iPhone.

I was surprised when he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. “Thanks, Dimples,” he said with a grin.

“Do you have to call me that?” I asked trying to hold back that smile that was emerging on my lips.

Not that I didn’t mind the word dimples. It just felt like a nickname that you give to your chubby baby sister or some shit. And I definitely didn’t want him looking at me in that way. Not that he was even looking at me in any way at all.

He just chuckled, “Alright Sadé. No more Dimples.”


We road another 3 hours before we arrived pulling up to our final destination. Our luxurious cabin in the woods was a little surprising. We were all awestruck when we saw how beautiful it was.

“Damn babe you did good picking this spot,” Sammy said to Gigi as we all got out of the truck.

“Yea girl we're gonna be living in luxury the whole week,” Melissa added.

I grabbed my suitcase pulling it into the cabin. I took a moment to take in all its rustic decor.

I ran back outside to grab my other bag when I lose my balance slipping on a patch of ice on the walkway landing right on my ass.

“Damn Sadé, you alright,” Kwamie asks running up towards me.

“I think so,” I said laughing mostly at myself for being so damn clumsy.

Kwamie extended his hand to help me up but I felt a sharp twinge in my ankle sending me right back down to the ground.

“Oh shit my ankle!”

“Oh my god, are you ok?” I hear everybody asking plowing out the front door coming towards me.

Kwamie pulls off my Ugg boot to get a better look at my ankle.

“Let me know if this hurts ok,” he said taking my foot in his hand while he slowly rotated it. He went to squeeze on my ankle making me hiss a bit.

“The good news is I don’t think it’s broken. More then likely you got a mild ankle sprain. Just try not to put any weight on it for a day or two, ok.”

“Thanks, Dr. Kwamie, you can send me my bill in the mail,” I said sarcastically with a grin.

“Naw this ones on the house Dimples.” He smiled.

Damn that smile of his always made my pulse speed up.

Besides being on the football team at UM, Kwamie was majoring in sports medicine. People always underestimated him as dumb jock, when he was practically a genius. Giving a whole new meaning to never judge a book by its cover.

“Let’s get you inside Dimples,” he said leaning down to pick me up.

“Oh, my gawd no!”

“What?” he asked stopping suddenly. “Oh right, my bad no more Dimples,” he said sucking his teeth and rolling his eyes.

“No, I mean you picking me up! I’m too heavy for you.”

He frowned his face giving me this crazy look.

“Well I bench press 450 and I don’t think you’re nowhere near that Sadé, so stop tripping,” he said scooping me up into his arms like I was light as a feather. But with these thick thighs and triple D’s, I was far from that.

Oh, man, he had my heart beating a mile per minute being that close to him. He smelled of Versace Blue Jeans and that desirable aroma of sinful sensuality that was so damn hypnotizing.

He placed me down on the couch then grabbed a pillow setting it on top of the coffee table. He gently lifted my leg placing it on the pillow.

“Just keep your foot elevated and let me see if I can make you an ice pack.”

He smiled at me and I smiled back, giving him an O.K.

“If you stare at him any harder, somebody might think you like him,” Melissa said teasingly as she sat down next to me.

“Yea Sadé, it’s time for you to stop sitting by the sidelines and shoot ya shot,” Gigi said joining in on the conversation.

“Y’all know I’m not his type,” I said sighing heavily.

“And what exactly is his type? Maybe stuck up hoes if you go by him being with Vicky.” Gigi had us both laughing.

“You know what I meant Gigi. Makeup every day, skinny, long hair, bad and bougie chicks who wear stilettos to a football game type of chick.”

Gigi rolled her eyes, “Well we all know he’s not shallow like that.”

“You know it has nothing to do with being shallow. If that’s what he likes, then that’s what the man likes.”

“If that’s what who likes?” Kwamie asked sneaking up on us.

“You so damn nosey Kwamie, we having girl's talk,” Melissa said quickly.

Kwamie just laughed, gently placing a small bag of ice on my ankle. “Alright I’mma let y’all have y’all girl’s talk,” he said with a chuckle before walking away to help Sammy and Travis get the rest of the luggage.


What can I say I was hard-headed, ignoring what he said about putting weight on my ankle. But I wanted to explore our cabin. But through my limping explorations, I discovered the hot tub and it looked so inviting so I decided to take a relaxing dip. Hopefully, it would help take the throbbing ache from my ankle.

I was laying back enjoying the warmth from the hot tub. Letting the massaging jets relax my aching limbs when I open my eyes to Kwamie’s 6-foot 2-inch frame in nothing but some basketball shorts. I was trying not to stare at his chest and that 6 pack of his but I’ll be damned it was harder said than done.

My eyes ran along every outline of every muscle along his toffee skin. Taking a brief intermission to admire some of the tattoos he had. When I got to the beginning of his deep v-line I had to thank God for the fact we were in that hot tub. Cause I was sweating and the steam coming from my body was definitely not caused by that hot tub.

“I guess we both had the same idea,” he said sliding down into the bubbly water opposite me.

“Yea I guess so.”

“How’s your ankle Dimples,” he asked feeling for my leg. He gently took it in his hand and started massaging my foot and ankle.

“It’s uggh, umm, it’s still a little sore.”

“Well let me know if I put too much pressure.”

You can give me as much pressure as you want Daddy.

“What was that,” he asked with a little smirk on his face.

Sadé I know you just didn’t say that shit out loud.

“Umm uggh, I said that’s not too much pressure.”

I could see the gleam from his grill as he laughed like he knew that wasn’t what I really said.

“Hey, I wanted to thank you again for getting rid of Vicky for me. She just doesn’t know when to quit and she would’ve been blowing up my phone the whole time I’m up here.”

“No problem. But tell me, we really all trying to understand what the hell you saw in her ass anyway,” I said with a grin.

He let out a chuckle.

“Well she wasn’t always a bitch, she had a sweet side once upon a time.”

“So that’s it she was just sweet huh?”

He smirked ticking his head from side to side, “Hmm and she had pretty feet.” He lifted my foot out of the water placing it against his chest. Thank god I went and had that pedicure before we left.

“So, don’t tell me you got a foot fetish! Kwamie you freak you,” I said giggling.

He just laughed.

“So you think I’m a freak because I like pretty feet?”

I could feel myself getting hot all over again as I watched him bite his bottom lip.

“I like smooth legs and thick thighs too,” he said slowly dragging his fingertips up my freshly shaven pecan tan legs.

Did he hear my conversation with the girls earlier?

“So does that still make me a freak?”

Before I could say anything I watched as he extended my foot a little higher and slipped one of my French pedicured toes pass his full juicy lips. His tongue wrapping around each toe, giving all five the individual attention he felt they surely deserved.

Oh damn!

I didn’t bust a move. Mostly because I was in shock. I just quietly watched, licking my lips, enjoying the sensation of his mouth on my toes and his hands messaging my ankle and leg. But inside I was internally screaming to the top of my lungs.

Oh, Jeezus!

Hallelujah!

Mmm mmm mmm. Won’t he do it!

“Mmmm, shit Kwamie.”

“How’s ya ankle now Dimples? Feeling better?” That low bass in his face and that dark lust in his eyes had me wetter than this damn hot tub.

“Much better,” I panted out as he placed my big toe back into his mouth.

Damn this was feeling too freaking good as I closed my eyes savoring every bit of this moment.

“Mmmm,” I softly moaned as he rubbed up and down my legs. I couldn’t help but rub on my breast pinching at my nipples.

He caught my attention as one hand left my leg and I heard him give off a low grunt. I opened my eyes to him stroking himself as he watched me moaning and fondling on my breasts.

I slowly pulled my foot away then scooted closer to him as he gave me that smile of his.

“So I guess you are a freak,” I was grinning hard.

“Ssshh that’s a secret Dimples,” he said smiling lifting up my chin with his index finger.

His lips were all over my lips, his tongue wrapped around my tongue. The way he was flicking it though had me wondering what the hell else that mouth could do.

He started kissing down my neck to my collarbone.

“Are there any more secrets I should know about?” I asked feeling his lips curve into a smile.

“It might be Dimples.”

He was pulling my swimsuit strap down taking out one of my triple D’s latching on to my nipple, nipping at it gently.

“Fuck Kwamie!”

He had slipped two fingers around my swimsuit and into my pussy. I couldn’t help but rock back and forth on them. Letting them guide in and out of me.

Since his hands were busy I thought I could finish where he left off. I took his dick in my hands and was taken back a bit. He could’ve been about 9 inches but I was more surprised by how thick the dick was. No hooks, no curves. Kwamie was definitely a straight shooter.

He was filling up my hand as I squeezed gently against his balls and his shaft.

I felt the vibrations from him moaning on my nipple.

“Stroke it Sadé,” I heard him faintly say as his tongue flicked across my nipple.

I worked my hand up and down his shaft as he worked his fingers deep inside of me.

It was like the more we moaned the faster we went. I felt another finger slip between my ass cheeks pressing gently against the entrance, massaging it teasingly, almost seeing if I’d take the bait.

“Yes......yes Kwamie,” I cried out tugging on his curly dark brown hair while he sucked on my nipple. Almost begging him to take the plunge inside of that sacred hole of forbidden pleasure.

He pulled back that finger hooking the two he had inside of my pussy. Our motions had the water splashing around violently. He left my breast sucking on my neck as I started stroking him faster and faster.

“Sadé.......Sadé baby you bout to make me fuckin’ bust,” he breathed into my neck.

But I couldn’t let the opportunity fall by the wayside. It had always been a fantasy to have him...........

“Fuck my mouth Kwamie,” I blurted out but I gave him a reassuring look that I was dead ass serious.

I knew he was surprised, but if you think about this whole evening has been surprising. He didn’t let that stop him though as he towered over me standing to his feet. Shoving his cock down my throat. Thrusting into it while he gathered my hair into a ponytail guiding my mouth back and forth with his strokes.

“That fucking throat swallowing my dick so good Sadé. Mmmm! Grab those balls baby.”

All you could hear was my gagging, and the wetness of my mouth as he went in and out. Massaging his balls with my fingers. I think he got a lot excited, holding me still so I’d stay balls deep on that dick. But the pure pleasure on his face was more than priceless as I looked up at him enjoying all that I was doing to him.

“Bout to nut baby......Aaawww ffuucckk!”

I had to hold onto his hips as he thrust repeatedly till his animalistic like groans echoed in the crisp cool air, shooting his seed into my mouth.

“Mmmm mmmm,” I moaned as I stroked his dick taking in as much as I could.

I took my finger scooping the small amount he’d left on my chin. I put the finger in my mouth finishing off what was left of his cream.

He just stared at me with his mouth hung open a little.

“Damn.”

“What? I’m a big girl Kwamie and I need all my protein,” I said giggling.

“Damn,” he said again laughing, fixing himself as he plopped back down into the water.

“You acting like you never got ya dick sucked like that before. I’m sure deep throat Vicky was giving you the business if I had to go by that video. Hell, even that shit turned me on.”

All he did was laugh.

“Oh really now Dimples? Looks like I’m not the only freak and no she never gave me head. She acted like sucking dick was beneath her, but apparently not,” he said with a smirk staring at my lips.

“Aren’t you glad you got rid of that uppity bitch?”

We both chuckled softly as I tilted my head closing my eyes anticipating the arrival of his lips.

He was leaning forward to kiss me when the door to the deck swings open.

“Hey y’all not hogging up the hot tub are y’all,” I heard Melissa ask walking out with Travis.

“No, I think I’m bout to get out now,” I said reaching for my towel. I felt Kwamie’s hand rest on my thigh under the water like he didn’t want me to go.

“Where you running to Sadé I was just messing with y’all. How’s the hot tub anyway,” Melissa asked sticking her foot into the water.

“Hot, really hot,” Kwamie said giving me those hazy eyes rubbing his hand up and down my thigh..........

Forget hot I think this little vacay is about to be on fire...............

~To Be Continued

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