BLURB

Young Bobby Kramer has a big fall when his wife leaves him for another man. Thank God, Loretta Bishop's there to pick up the pieces.

EXCERPT

Baby was thinking. "You don't have to go straight home. We could go somewhere?"

I knew it, she is coming on. "Like where?"

"We could get a drink."

"I thought you were nineteen?"

"I have ID." She said hopefully? "Do you want to?"

"Sounds promising, but I better get home."

The smile on her face morphed to consternation. "So you have a girlfriend? Is that why you do don't want to do something with me?"

"My girlfriend and I have an open relationship."

"Wow! Really? What was your fight about?"

"I called her a whore?"

"Why, is she one?"

I watched for her reaction. "Not that I know of. For some reason, I was pissed because she fucked my best friend." Baby blanched. "Sorry about the language. I have no reason to be mad, because it happened way before I met her, yet it ticked me off."

At my direction, she turned on Sandhill Rd. I could tell she was thinking. "So how come you didn't want to do something?"

"Turn here. That's it. Pull over."

She pulled in shut the engine off, half-turned toward me in her seat and lifted her right leg up, resting her foot on the console. She'd made her move; now it was my turn. Obviously the girl liked me. Should I give her a go? Why not?

Baby wore a red bikini, a matching floral cover up and flip-flop sandals. Not much to take off. "I want to do something with you, all right. Just not get a drink."

She turned as red as her swimsuit. Desire and apprehension fought a battle for her facial features. Taking a deep breath, she squeaked, "What then?"

She knew well. She just wanted me to say it. I leaned over the console in her direction, and my hand journeyed the two feet separating us. My forefinger flittered through one of her ringlets. She closed her eyes as the back of my hand stroked her smooth cheek.

She looked down but said nothing as my fingers unbuttoned the lone fastener of her cover-up. As I pulled one flap of the garment to the side, I said, "Oh, I think you know what I want to do with you."

She closed her eyes once more. I moved the other flap of the garment. "And you want me to do it. Don't you?"

She must have been picturing what she wanted me to do to her, because with her eyes still closed, her lips began to quiver. I quietly unzipped my fly and freed my now erect penis. I bent closer to her ear and purred. "I didn't want to waste time getting drinks." My fingers traveled back and forth over her quivering red lips. She closed her pretty eyes and sighed, invitingly parting her lips as she did, jutting her bottom lip out slightly. My fore and middle fingers pulled the pouty lip downward, then slid across her perfect white teeth. At the same time, I took her hand and placed it on my shaft.

She jerked. She opened her eyes and yearningly gazed at it. When she parted her teeth, my fingers darted in. Her lips closed around them as they moved in and out. Breathing deeply she started moving her hand up and down my erection. I smiled when I noticed the growing wet spot on her bikini bottoms. Removing my fingers from her mouth, I pulled her top up above one of her modest-sized breasts. Her perky stand-out nipple drew my mouth like a magnet. Baby groaned when my lips alighted on her nipple and began sucking.

Now slouching leaning fully against her car door, she'd draped her nice legs across the inconvenient console and my left leg. Fingers replaced my mouth on her tit so I could concentrate on her wet pussy.

She stiffened as my fingers slipped under her wet suit bottom and teased her swollen clit. I whispered, "I want to take you to my apartment and remove all of your clothing so I can ravish you. I want to stick my hardness inside you. I want you. I want to fuck you. Are you ready?

"Oh yes, please. Take me, fuck