Don Queen graduated from high school in June of 1965. He turned eighteen on August 10, and enlisted in the Marines the next day. His recruit officer told him to get his affairs together and be ready to go to Boot Camp in October. He needed to get his driver’s licenses, social security card, and a copy of his high school diploma. The recruiter told him to make a list of people he would like to write letters too.
He choose his mom and his home girl, Dee Armstrong. She lived next door. He had known her since he was thirteen. Now, she is 22 years, dark-skinned with an Afro and Indigo eyes. She is petite, full-figured, and is blessed with a heart-shaped super sized ass. Don is a secret admirer.
Don walked home from East lake Park, one sunny afternoon, and he saw Dee sitting in a lounge chair on the patio in front of their apartment. Now might a good time to ask her if he could write to her, he thought.
“Hi Don.” “I haven’t seen you in a while, what’s up?”
“I enlisted in the Marines.”
“What,” Dee screamed. “Are you serious?”
“Serious as a heart attack.”
“Oh my God, are you going off to war?”
“Maybe.”
“I’m so proud of you.”
“Thanks.”
“Dee, may I write to you, while I’m away?”
“Sure baby.”
“Thanks Dee.” “See you later.”
“By Don.”
An image of Don dressed in Marine Dress Blue uniform popped into her head. She leaked in her panties. “I am going to fuck him.”
A few days later, Dee was sitting on the patio, when she spotted Don walking up 17th st toward the apartment. This might be a good time to catch him, she thought.
“Hi Don,”she greeted him with a flirty smile.
“Hey Dee.”
Dam, she is looking fine, Don said to himself.
She was wearing a white midriff T-shirt and a pair of cut-off jeans.
“I’m so bored, come over and play cards with me Don.”
“Sure Dee.” “I need to go take a quick shower and change clothes.”
“All right, I’ll be waiting.”
Don went to his apartment, showered, changed clothes and went to Dee’s apartment. He knocked on the screen door and called out to her.
“I’m in the kitchen.”
He walked into the kitchen and sat across the table from her. He opened the box of cards that was sitting on the table, took them out of the box and shuffled them.
“Name your game,” he said.
“Strip poker.”
“What?” he exclaimed.
“You heard me, strip poker.”
“Are you kidding?”
“No I’m not.”
“Ah,” he stammered.
“Fuck it, go home.” Dee dismissed him, got up from the table and stormed out of the kitchen.
What just happened, he wondered? He walked down the hall to her bedroom and knocked on her door.
“Didn’t I tell you to go home.”
“Yeah.”
“Why are you still here?”
“To apologize.”
“For what, being slow?”
“I guess.”
Dee opened the door and stepped into the doorway. She was naked!
His eyes welled with tears, his jaw dropped, and drooled!
Dee grabbed his hands and led him to her bed. She sat on the bed and ushered him to stand in front of her. She unfastened his jeans and pulled them down.
He stepped out of his flip-flops and kicked his jeans to the side.
She pulled down his boxers. His dick sprung straight put. She smiled up at him, leaned forward and kissed the head of his dick.
He flinched and closed his eyes.
She giggled to herself. “Get in bed and lay on your back.” She got in bed beside him. “Close your legs.”
Dee mounted him, placing her legs on either side of his hips. She raised up, clutched his dick below the head and shoved it into her pussy. She took a deep breath and exhaled.
She pushed her hips forward and backward, seesawed her ass up and down, and gyrated her torso clockwise and counter-clockwise. Once her rhythm was in sync, she sprinted faster, grabbing his thighs to anchor herself.
Don arched his back and used his hips to push his dick deep up into her pussy.
“No, no, no, stop.” “Don’t move, I’ll do everything.”
He stopped.
She moved rhythmically, escalating with each beat.
He caught her rhythm and grooved with her.
“Fuck me,” she yelled.
He grabbed her ass checks and jack-hammered his dick deep up into her.
She leaned forward, tightened her arms around his neck.
He shuttered.
She twerked.
They came.
“Dee, Dee, Dee, oh God”.
“I’m yours, Don.”