Chapter 6: Friday Morning, Oak Grove

The knock came at eight. Jasmine was already smiling before she reached the door. After four mornings of whoever Jerry decided to send, the anticipation had settled into something steady. The guilt was faint now. What remained was the want and the question of who it would be today. She opened the door and found an incredibly handsome Black man standing on the porch—about 6 feet, lean and solid at 190 pounds, with a smile that made her stomach tighten.

“Morning,” he said. “Mind if I come in?”

She stepped back. “Please.”

They sat at the kitchen table. He introduced himself as Jerrick Alexander and told her he and Jerry had been friends for over twenty years. She poured him coffee she didn’t end up drinking. While they talked she noticed the front of his jeans. When he stood a few minutes later the outline was clear—about 9 inches, but the girth was thick enough that the denim strained around it in a way the others hadn’t. Her nipples tightened hard against the sleep shirt.

Jerrick didn’t wait. He unbuttoned his jeans, pushed them and his underwear down, and his cock sprang free—already rock hard, dark, and so thick she stared for a second. She dropped to her knees without being asked. She could barely fit the head into her mouth. Her lips stretched wide around the heavy girth while she wondered, pulse racing, how something that thick was going to fit inside her. He put both hands on the back of her head and guided her deeper, forcing her to take as much as she could until spit ran down the shaft and her eyes watered. She sucked him hungrily, addicted to the stretch even though she still wasn’t sure she could take him.