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After finishing dinner, Jamal retreated to the office as Patrice washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen. She gently scrubbed the fine china and delicate stemware and carefully placed them inside the Chippendale buffet. After placing the remainder of dinner inside the black Maytag side by side refrigerator, Patrice strolled into the office from the back porch and sat on the black leather couch. Her soft soprano voice question, ‘What are you doing?'

Jamal had recently purchased a new Dell computer. ‘What do it look like I am doing? I am trying to get this stupid computer to work.'

It had been an hour since Jamal started this project, yet the Internet still would not connect. He checked and rechecked the connections to the computer, the cable outlet, and the modem. After an exhausting forty minutes on the telephone, he placed the telephone on the receiver, tossed the instruction manual on the floor, grasped his Corona, and headed for the couch.

Playfully Patrice said, ‘My big strong soldier got beat by his little computer. How sad.'

‘Be quiet, Patrice,' Jamal replied.

The leather couch was eight feet long and was positioned on the wall facing the double Dutch doors. Jamal stretched his long frame out on the opposite end of the couch, retrieved the remote to the stereo, and turned on the compact disc. The soothing sounds of the Isley Brothers gently flowed from the Bose surround sound system. As the yellowish light from the antique Tiffany's table lamp illuminated her hair, Jamal smiled and replied, ‘and you are amazingly beautiful.'

Patrice really loved Jamal. ‘You are just telling me that because you think I going to make love to you tonight,' she said as she seductively crawled across the long couch. Patrice smiled as her hand came to rest on Jamal's crotch and she playfully squeezed.

Patrice lifted her eyes to look at Jamal and he placed his hand on top of hers. ‘Wrong, I gave you the rings so I can make love to you for the rest of my life.' Tenderly, Jamal caressed her ebony hand and quickly pulled her down upon his reclining frame. ‘I said what I said because it is the truth.' Wrapping his massive arms around her soft body, he gently kissed her waiting lips.

‘Umm,' Patrice softly purred.

Jamal easily and skillfully repositioned himself on the long couch. He was now lying on his stomach on top of Patrice. Jamal tenderly fondled her through the sheer fabric of her pink sundress. She enjoyed the feeling as his rough hands tenderly massaged her muscles. Jamal slowly moved his hands down Patrice's soft body. He slowly peeled the fabric of her dress up her ebony body to reveal her black silk panties, her bare abdomen, and her black silk bra.

‘Umm,' Patrice softly purred again, pulled the dress over her head, and placed it on the floor. ‘ Jamal, I can get use to this.'

Jamal could feel his penis harden and push hard against the restraining fabric of his Levi 501 jeans. Slowly, he rotated his erect sexual organ against Patrice. The motion made her moan louder. He started gently nibbling on and sucking on her dime-size nipples through her dress while supporting his body with his extended arms.

‘Umm, Jamal,' Patrice softly moaned. She was becoming more aroused by the second. Gently, Jamal rubbed his index finger across the moist lips of her warm vagina and lightly rolled and massaging her excited clitoris between his index finger and thumb. He waited a few seconds and slowly inserted his ring finger into her waiting steamy vaginal passage while he continued to suck on and nibble on her now exposed erect nipples.

‘Stop,' Patrice screamed then abruptly bolted up from the couch. Picking up her dress, Patrice smiled and said, ‘Not so fast, Jamal. Let me go take a shower first.' Jamal could only watch as she quickly walked across the bear skin rug and exited out the door. Nevertheless, Jamal locked the house and released the two large dogs outside. Afterwards, he decided to take a shower in the bathroom that was upstairs in the hall.

Copyright 2007 Reginald Levi Walker
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