With an overprotective middle-eastern beauty of a neighbor who also makes delicious food, Michael often finds himself fantasizing about the two of them together. When he suddenly comes down with a fever, his fantasies may come true... but with a pretty big twist...
There’s no worse feeling in life than waking up with a fever on a Saturday morning. Well, to the average person there are probably plenty of feelings worse than that, but at least to Michael, whose life was rather dull at the moment, being sick was especially detrimental. One of his few passions in life was fitness, you see. Every day he would make sure to get some sort of exercise in, typically in the form of a jog as the sun began to set.
But alas, here he was, his insides practically boiling as he closed the zipper on his training coat. Being sick wasn’t going to stop him, but it certainly was irritating. Of course he had heard about the risks associated with training with a fever, but surely it was all overblown, right? He was just gonna run, after all. How could such a basic human function ever be dangerous?
Just as he was about to put on his running shoes however, his doorbell rang. Poor timing for sure, but he wasn’t annoyed in the slightest. He already had a strong suspicion of who it was, and as he swung the door open his suspicion was confirmed, to his delight. It was his next door neighbor, the only one in the whole apartment building that he actually gave a damn about, and for good reasons.
What reasons, you ask? Well, for starters, unlike most of his neighbors she was only a year older than him… and drop-dead gorgeous. The ample curves of her thick body were impossible to go unnoticed, especially considering the large amount of cleavage she was showing, as well as her thick, beautiful thighs barely covered by a pair of shorts. It almost felt as if an exotic heat radiated off of her brown, caramel-like skin that gave away her heritage from the Middle East.
There they stood, eye to eye, his five foot ten frame almost perfectly aligned with her similar one. They looked at each other for no more than a second, which, like every time Michael saw her, felt like an eternity. An eternity during which he inspected her pretty face, adoring her every feature, from her thick, kissable lips to her gorgeous, hazel eyes and bushy eyebrows that were slightly creased from the warm smile on her face.
“Hey, Imani,” he greeted her, as cheerily as always when speaking to her.
“Hi, Mike!” she bubbled, her smile widening as she spoke his name. “Going for an evening run?”
Michael instantly felt his fever-induced irritation die out in her presence. “Yeah, there’s no better way to spend a Saturday evening if you ask me.”
“Hmm, I don’t know about that…” she said in that sexy, subtle accent of hers. “Are you sure you don’t wanna stay inside and have some dinner?” There it was, reason number two. In her right hand she was carrying a large basket with a square-pattern cloth covering it, and as she brought it up and held it out in front of her, the mouth-watering scent immediately began seeping into Michael’s nose.
This was something she did constantly; cook an enormous batch of ethnic food and then give a bunch of it to him, claiming that she had accidentally made too much. And he always appreciated it. Not once had she made a dish that he didn’t find delicious, and not once had she delivered it to him with anything less than a radiant smile.
Michael’s mouth immediately began salivating. “Come on, Imani…” he said, looking down at the floor in embarrassment. “You’re spoiling me.”
“Not at all!” she replied snappily. “Everyone needs some support after moving away from their parents.”
One look at her joyful expression was all it took to make his day. The food was just a bonus. Furthermore, she knew damn well that he had already lived here for more than a year already, he didn’t need any help when it came to food, not from an economic nor culinary perspective. And contrary to what it might have looked like, he knew that she wasn’t trying to invite herself into his apartment. Out of kindness - well, for the most part at least - he had invited her to eat with him several times, but she had always declined.
“Well, thank you, I really appreciate it. But still, I think I’ll be eating it after I’ve gone for a jog.”
Imani tilted her head to the side and let out a little sigh. “There really is no way to stop you, is there?”
“No,” Michael said, chuckling. “I suppose not.
In the short silence that ensued afterwards, Imani couldn’t help but notice that his cheeks seemed to have taken on a slight red tint. Was he… blushing? Just from that little gesture? A wave of happiness washed over her from the thought that something so simple could have caused such a reaction, but it quickly went away in favor of a feeling of suspicion.
There was something off about him. He had never reacted this way before, and looking closer, it was clear that he wasn’t just red in the face. He had already started to sweat before even leaving his apartment, and more than that, his usual mannerisms when greeting her seemed a bit different. Instead of standing tall and proud he was hunched over, awkwardly staring down at the floor with a pair of eyes that seemed to have trouble staying open.
“What’s the matter?” She leaned forward as she spoke, in an attempt to meet his gaze.
Her sudden inquiry made him snap out of his daze, causing him to quickly stand up straight. “... What? N-nothing!”
But Imani didn’t buy it. “Do you have a fever?” she pressed, putting her hands on her hips as she sternly stared at him.
“... No! I… I’m just a little tired!”
“Really now?” she replied, her tone dry and heavy with doubt. “Why not let me be the judge of that?”
Michael had no time to react as she took a determined step forward, reaching out with her hand and pressing it against his forehead, the comparatively cool temperature of her palm coming as a welcome breeze against his blazing skin. This time he was blushing for real, not that Imani took notice of it.
“Michael! You’re burning up!”
He pulled away from her. “I’m fine! It’s no big deal!”
“‘No big deal’?!” Imani repeated, stunned by his carelessness. “You were about to go running with a fever for god’s sake!
“Well… it’s gonna be a short one, I promise.”
“No, screw that. Come here.” Adamantly strutting past both the entrance and him, she grabbed on to his training coat and began pulling him back into his apartment, giving him no say in the matter.
“What are you doing?” Michael blurted, raising an eyebrow at the sudden intrusion while getting dragged towards his bedroom at the end of the far end of the apartment.
Imani didn’t even flinch, she just kept pulling his arm. “What do you think? I’m putting you back to bed.”
Michael let out an awkward chuckle, not sure if she was joking or not. “Are you kidding? What are you, my mother?”
“Well, maybe I should be if you’re going to be acting like a child,” she grumbled, shamelessly making her way into his bedroom, which thankfully was perfectly clean and fresh. “Now lie down!” She pointed at the bed, giving Michael a death stare that was met with his speechless one.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes, I’m serious. I care about your health. You need to rest!”
He gave her a look of disbelief, as he slowly understood that she had completely dropped her happy demeanor from moments before. This was definitely a new side to her. Sure, she was sweet and caring, but taking it this far was odd to say the least, especially considering how calm and gentle she usually was. But nevertheless, he knew that she was right. He was understandably embarrassed from the way she was treating him, but in her defense he did behave a bit childish.
“Okay,” he said at last. “You’re right.” He walked over to the bed and sat down, removing his training jacket in the process, before lying down on the white cover, still clad in shorts and a t-shirt.
“Good. But… are you sure you don’t wanna undress first?”
Michael went silent for a moment before letting out a nervous chuckle. “Wow, Imani, you’re not even gonna buy me dinner first?” he joked, only to quickly regret it. The very instant his words left his mouth he felt a wave of heat wash over him from his dumb attempt at brightening the mood. At that moment he was thankful for his already flushed face.
Thankfully, her response made it evident that she didn’t mind. “Ha-ha, very funny. Although, speaking of dinner…”
“... Yes?”
Imani looked towards the kitchen. “You have a microwave, right?”
“Yeah, of course. Why?”
“Mind if I use it?” she asked, giving him a sly little smirk.
“What, are you gonna prepare dinner for me too?” he shot back, in a half-cocked, perplexed smile, still unconvinced that she wasn’t pulling his leg.
“I’ll take that as a yes!” And just like that she was gone, not even giving Michael a chance to respond to her.
Michael shook his head before resting it against the pillow, leaving the rest of his warm body bare, save for what was covered by his clothing. Only then did the situation start to sink in. He was in his bed, with his crush in his apartment, who was in the process of heating up dinner for him… A delicious dinner at that, if her previous meals were anything to go by.
He couldn’t help but blush at the thought that someone would do this for him, let alone someone as perfect as her. A big, dumb grin crept onto his face as he imagined how the scenario could possibly escalate into something that he had often fantasized about. Perhaps she would start by feeding him? Then “accidentally” drop some food onto his chest and proceed to wipe it off, only to be unable to keep her hands from touching him further… Her hazel eyes would meet his green ones… She would lean in, letting her hot breath graze his face before they finally connected in a wet ki-
“Dinner’s ready!”
Michael’s entire body jolted in alarm as Imani barged into the room, drawing him out of his reverie. In her hand was a plate, on top of which was something that was out of his view from the bed where he was lying. He could see the steam coming off it, though… and feel the exquisite scent flooding his bedroom.
“That was… quick,” he blurted, his mouth already watering.
“Well, the food was already a bit warm, so…” She set the plate down at Michael’s nightstand, feeling more than a hint of pride from seeing his wide eyes glued to the meal she presented him with.
“What… what is it?” It looked like a fairly simple dish to him, mostly seasoned rice topped with chicken thighs, nuts and peppers. But simplicity wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. One look was enough for him to determine that it would doubtlessly be absolutely scrumptious.
“Oh, just some kabsa I threw together. Nothing fancy.”
Michael watched as she began cutting off a piece of chicken, before spearing it with her fork and shoveling some rice onto it as well. To his great surprise, the situation took a turn for the unexpected when she suddenly brought the fork towards him, with one hand under it to prevent spilling. Was his fantasy becoming a reality…?
“Open wide,” she said, holding the fork in front of his mouth, the scent rising right into the stunned Michael’s nostrils.
An awkward silence ensued as he eyed her for a moment. “Okay, hold on… You’re seriously gonna feed me?”
“Well, yeah!” she replied cheerily, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Imani, I’m not dying. I just have a fever.”
A hint of a frown was suddenly visible on her face. “Oh, come on, just let me take care of you! You need to rest as much as possible if you wanna get well quickly.”
“... I mean, I guess…” Michael mumbled, scratching the back of his head. “But isn’t this all a bit much?”
“No, I don’t think so. I know how much you want to go out and exercise, so why not do everything to get better faster?”
Michael thought about it for a moment, before shrugging. He reluctantly opened his mouth, which was promptly filled with the forkful of food. As he began chewing on it, the tender chicken and perfectly cooked rice started dissolving almost instantly, the aromatic flavors spreading out as if by a little explosion in his mouth. He couldn’t help but let out a little moan as he savored not only the delicious taste, but also the joy of having an exotic beauty like her feed him in his bed. It was a bit of a weird scenario, sure, but all in all, he wasn’t going to dwell on it.
Imani giggled softly. “Sounds like you enjoyed it.”
“Uh… yeah, it’s… really tasty,” Michael mumbled awkwardly, embarrassed by his involuntary reaction.
“Good, there’s probably another two portions in your fridge.”
Michael waited impatiently as she prepared another bite of food for him, once again bringing the fork up to his lips. “You really made this yourself?” he asked and gleefully opened his mouth to be fed more deliciousness. That very question was actually something he had wanted to ask her regarding every meal she ever cooked for him, but he had never had a good opportunity. Truth be told he wasn’t even sure what she worked as, so it was entirely possible that she was a chef, or at least worked in a kitchen of some sort.
“Of course. Why do you ask?”
“Well, it’s really, really good. Like, you could make money off this.”
“Aww, aren’t you just the sweetest!” she beamed, playfully nudging him on the arm.
That wide smile on her face was among the most beautiful things he had ever seen. One look at it was all it took for him to feel like he could die a happy man at that very moment. He made a mental note to compliment her more often in the future, just to have a few extra moments of bliss in his everyday life.
“I guess it could be fun,” she continued. “Y’know, being a chef or something…”
“You’d have my support, that’s for sure.”
Imani giggled, showing off her perfect rows of white teeth in an even prettier smile than a moment ago. “I appreciate it. But at the end of the day, I think I prefer having it as a hobby.”
“Guess that gives you more time to make food for me,” Michael said, putting on a cocky smirk that barely did the trick in hiding his nervousness.
“Exactly! It’s a win-win!”
They looked at each other for a moment of silence, before Michael’s smile suddenly died out. “Hey, I don’t mean to sound unwelcoming or anything… but do you really have time to just sit here and feed me? You must have stuff to do, right?”
Imani shrugged as she speared another piece of chicken with her fork. “Not really. Besides, what could be more important than helping out my favorite neighbor in his time of need?” There was no trace of sarcasm in her voice, and she even finished her sentence with a seductive wink.
Michael blushed once again, unable to think of anything to say in response to her. He couldn’t shake the feeling of just how odd this whole thing was, getting taken care of this intimately by a mere neighbor, albeit one that he was on friendly terms with. But at the end of the day, that's all they really were: Neighbors. He couldn’t really go as far as to call her a friend, at least not yet, and she probably saw him the same way. She was only doing this out of kindness… right?
“... Michael? Are you dozing off on me?”
Only then did he notice that he had closed his eyes, yet was still mindlessly chewing the food in his mouth. “... Huh?” he blurted, groggily turning to look at Imani sitting there with another bite of food ready.
“Getting tired?” she asked, putting the fork back on the plate.
“... A little, I guess.”
“Alright, maybe it’s time for me to head out,” she said, grabbing the plate from the nightstand. “I’ll come back tomorrow to check on you, alright?”
“Imani, you really don’t have to-”
“Oh, hush!” she interrupted, already turning her back on him and walking out the bedroom door, towards his kitchen. “I’ll be here whether you like it or not.”
“... Fine,” Michael mumbled. “As long as you bring me a nice breakfast.”
“Deal!” Imani shouted back as she started to go through his drawers in search of some plastic wrap for the food he had left. After finding a roll of it, she quickly covered up his plate of kabsa and proceeded to open his fridge, immediately noting that it was strangely empty… just waiting to be filled up with more of her food.
Having refrigerated the remaining tubs of food that she had brought in her basket, Imani decided to peek in on Michael one last time before leaving. She entered his bedroom only to find him lying there with his head slumped over to the side and his eyes closed, breathing heavily and peacefully. Not even three minutes had passed since she left the room, and he had already gone and fallen asleep from the looks of it.
… But she had to double-check to make sure. “Michael?” she whispered, slowly inching closer to the bed. As expected, there was no response, other than heavy, drawn out breaths, making it sound as if he was already deep into his slumber. Imani squatted down, bringing her face right above his, scanning his flushed, feverish appearance, the slight frown he had on his face as he snoozed away making it look like he was suffering in his sleep. She could feel his scent too, oozing out of him with the droplets of sweat running down his skin, mixed with that of shampoo and deodorant… It was a smell she knew very well by now, though in this instance it was ten times more intense than usual...
She couldn’t hold it in any longer. As if she had been holding her breath ever since she greeted him at the door, she suddenly broke into a panting, clutching the mattress in a tight grip and taking in deep whiffs of his scent. She stared at his open mouth, his juicy lips parting and closing with his breaths, and found herself struggling to hold herself back from sticking her tongue inside.
“Oh my god, Michael,” she gasped, leaning in even closer to him, until she could feel his labored breath on her face. “You’re so fucking hot, baby…” Carefully, as to not wake him up, she laid her head down onto the pillow next to him, biting her lip as she continued to gaze upon his handsome face. His square, but far from huge jawline, his cute, wide nose, his full, long eyelashes that filled her with jealousy every time she saw them… And all of said features topped with short, auburn waves of hair. He was just so… dreamy.
She continued to adore him for a few more seconds, before letting out a deep sigh as she stood back up. “Just you wait… Tomorrow will be our day…” With that, she finally turned around and headed out. It was about time for her to catch some sleep as well, and the faster the next day came around, the better.
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As it turns out, stress and physical exertion make for a bad experience when paired with a fever. Michael became painfully aware of this as he pressed the elevator button to the floor where he lived, out of breath, sweating, even close to fainting. Normally he would have taken the stairs like the fit boy he was, but not this time. He knew when he was defeated, even if it was to something as lame as a sickness.
He hadn’t been out running. Although he had wanted to, he was smarter than to go against the very thing Imani had scolded him about the day before. What he had done this morning was nothing more than going to the supermarket and getting some essentials for his fever: Some painkillers, ginger tea, and an ice pack, all in the hopes of being just a little bit less of a mess when spending time with his crush.
“Come on, come on…” he muttered to himself as the elevator slowly brought him to his floor, hoping that Imani would still be at her place. There was no telling how she would react if she were to find out that he had been running errands, and he wasn’t too keen on finding out. He had made sure to go up as early as possible, but returning to his home at eight in the morning definitely carried a great risk. If only the checkout line hadn’t been so damn long…
As the elevator finally let out a ding, Michael didn’t even wait for the doors to open all the way, instead choosing to squeeze himself through just to buy an extra second. He quickly made his way to his front door, fumbling with his keys and cursing under his breath as the seconds ticked away. But just as he was about to insert his key into the keyhole, the sound of the neighboring door opening made him freeze in place.
He looked over to his left, and there, of course, stood Imani. Stunned and speechless, she stared at him for a moment, holding her door open wide. Then, as she undoubtedly understood that Michael had gone out without her permission, she slammed the door shut and marched over to him, her fiery gaze burning his eyes.
“I swear to God, Michael…” she said, a deep frown on her face.
To nobody’s surprise, he was visibly taken aback from unexpectedly seeing her there at that very moment, but even more so due to the clothing she was wearing. A white top with horizontal, red lines, showing off so much of her beautiful, caramel tits that they would probably spill out if she simply bent over a bit. Likewise, even more of her thick thighs were visible this morning than yesterday, with only a short, white skirt over them instead of one of her usual pair of shorts. And her hair… boy, was it beautiful. She usually wore it in a casual ponytail, but now it flowed freely down her back and over her shoulders, long and wavy, its shiny, coal-black color reflecting the light from above her.
“I-I was just buying some stuff!” Michael stammered once he was done staring at her in awe. “For my fever!”
“I could’ve done that for you! I told you to rest!”
Michael looked down at the floor, timidly scratching the back of his head. “I’m sorry, I just… thought it wasn’t that big of a deal…”
“Whatever. Don’t make me drag you back to bed now.” Imani made sure to speak in a sudden upbeat, cheery tone, showing that there were no hard feelings.
Just like the day before, she was carrying the same basket in her hands, only this time there was a sweet, nutty flavor to it rather than a savory one. In the past, she had only given him hearty leftover dinners with lots of meat and spices, but this time she had decided to bake a little something for him. It was going to be his breakfast after all.
“What did you make for me this time?” Michael asked as he unlocked the front door.
Imani put on a playful smile. “You’ll see after you get back to bed.”
Michael smiled back. “Well, ladies first,” he said, holding open the door and pointing inside with his palm.
“Oh, what a gentleman!” Imani purred as she entered, immediately continuing towards the kitchen. “I’ll prepare your breakfast. You get back to the bed in the meantime, alright?”
“Yes ma’am…” He went back to his room, took off his sweaty shirt and pants and threw them in the laundry bin, before lifting the cover to his bed and practically leaping in underneath it, eager to enjoy a delicious meal at Imani’s hands. From the kitchen he could hear her fumbling about with plates and whatnot while he lay there, comfortably awaiting her arrival, feeling his stomach rumble in anticipation.
Before long, the door swung open, and Michael was once again graced with her beauty. She smiled at him as she put a little dessert plate on his nightstand, and just like yesterday his wide eyes immediately fixated on it. On top of the plate was a little square pastry with several layers of thin, flaky dough, with some sort of filling in between them, topped with a thick, white frosting that flowed over the edges and onto the plate. He had never seen anything like it before, but needless to say, it looked delicious.
“A little too sweet and unhealthy for a breakfast perhaps,” Imani said. “But I figured it’s fine since you’re sick.”
“Wow... it looks great,” Michael complimented, scanning the pastry all over, almost drooling at the sight. “What is it?”
Imani giggled, overjoyed by his reaction. “It’s called baklava. A bit like a croissant, but filled with honey and nuts.”
“What about the frosting?”
“Oh, that’s…” Imani began, looking down at the floor. “... Just a little something I came up with at the last minute... Wanna have a bite?”
“I think you know the answer to that question,” Michael said with a little smirk, receiving one in return from Imani.
She grabbed the pastry by the sides and lifted it up towards him. “Well then,
Opening his mouth as wide as possible, Michael took a big bite of the soft, yet crusty pastry. Before he chewed even once he could feel the thousands of complex flavors immediately wash over his tongue, coating every taste bud in pure ecstasy. The filling was sweet and nutty, the dough was soft and buttery. The frosting was a bit odd, a bit of sweetness to it, but at the same time some sort of mysterious savory taste, perhaps sea salt or something. It was odd at first, but as he continued to chew, spreading and mixing everything in his mouth, he was sold on it. Every flavor ended up working perfectly together.
He swallowed, after which there was a stunned, blissful expression on his face. “That was amazing…”
“Oh, thank god,” Imani said, relieved. “I was afraid you might not like it.”
“It was delicious,” he assured her. “Can I have another bite?”
“Of course!” She held the piece in front of him once again, letting him take another big bite. She watched him continue to chew for a few seconds, before her eyes trailed off downwards, to his exposed shoulders and what little she could see of his bare chest above the cover. He had done it… He had actually undressed! Underneath the cover, his sexy, athletic body was most likely only covered by a pair of underwear, and if Imani had any say in it, they wouldn’t stay on for long.
“Hey, by the way...” Michael said once he was done chewing.
“Yeah?”
“I probably should have asked this yesterday, but… Are you sure you wanna be around me when I’m sick?”
“Oh, that’s fine,” she said, waving her hand in dismissal. “I was sick a few days ago, so I think I’m gonna be okay... Actually, I think I may have been the one who infected you.”
“... How would that have happened?” Michael asked, taking another bite.
Imani shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe when we’ve taken the elevator together?”
“Hmm, maybe you’re right.”
As Imani watched him continue to eat, she noticed a little drop of spilt frosting on his face. “Hold on, there’s a bit of cu-... cream on your cheek…” she mumbled, and without thinking ahead reached out to scoop it up with her finger. As if out of reflex, she continued to put her finger in her mouth, sucking up the little droplet of frosting.
Immediately afterwards, there was a dead silence. Michael looked at her, a baffled facial expression on his face. Had she really just done that…? Now, he may not have been the most well-versed when it came to social boundaries, but he was pretty sure that that kind of thing was reserved for couples.
And as it quickly turned out, he wasn’t far from being right. Imani looked back at him, noticing the rather uncomfortable look on his face, her finger still in her mouth, and only then realizing what she had just done. It wasn’t really visible on her bronze skin, but she was instantly hit with an intense blush.
“I-I’m sorry, I…” she stuttered, turning away from him and fidgeting with her hands in embarrassment. “I don’t know why I did that…”
Michael awkwardly scratched the back of his head. “Uh... no worries.”
The silence crept back again as they lay and stood there, both visibly uncomfortable with the situation, and both scared to act on their feelings. Throughout their time as neighbors, there had been many hints from the two of them about their love for one another, but they had both been too blind to see them. To anyone else, it would have been obvious. Imani, who constantly cooked food for him, Michael, who always made sure to hold doors open for her… and of course, the way that they stared at each other, practically with visible hearts in their eyes...
Thankfully, Imani finally spoke up. “Umm, Mike?”
“... Yes?” he replied, sensing - and hoping - that whatever she was going to say was no mere smalltalk.
“I know that you probably think that this whole thing has been really weird… Me feeding you and all that…”
Michael let out a nervous cough. “Umm… A little, I guess. But still, it was really nice of you.”
“Yeah, but...” she began, going silent for a second as she searched for words. “Most people wouldn’t do something like this just out of being nice, you know…”
“... What are you getting at?” Michael said, one of his eyebrows raised in suspicion. She couldn’t possibly have been… coming on to him, right?
There was no immediate response from Imani, other than slowly turning back to him, with a longing, glistening look in her eyes. She sat down on the edge of the bed, both of them staring at each other, before she leaned in closer to him, putting her right hand on his chest. As she got closer and closer to Michael’s face, she noticed immediately that he wasn’t trying to resist her or move away at all. Even as she drew as near as being able to feel his breath on her skin, he merely lay there, his sexy lips slightly parted, as if ready for what was about to happen.
For more than a year they had lived next to each other. For more than a year they had been in love with each other. And on this fateful day, they finally shared their first kiss.
Michael thought that he had for sure passed out from his fever, and that this was merely a dream. It was almost exactly what he had fantasized about earlier, only with a level of pleasure he could never have seen coming, despite the fact that there wasn’t even any tongue involved yet. To think that her soft, wet lips alone could feel so good pressed against his…
He hadn’t even noticed that he had closed his eyes at some point, until Imani slowly pulled back, ending their tame, but nevertheless delicious kiss. Opening his eyes, he was greeted with the prettiest sight he had ever had the privilege of witnessing. The sexy, brown-skinned woman who had invaded his thoughts on so many occasions, staring at him with a look that screamed of lust and yearning. And even now, he didn’t even realize that she had always seen him that way.
None of them could hold back any longer. As if reading each other’s mind, they both reached out to wrap their arms around each other and closed the distance between their lips near instantaneously, like drawn together like magnets. Their tongues began battling each other, as if fighting to prove whose love for the other reigned supreme, a battle that turned out to be evenly matched. They kissed for what seemed like hours to them, and even if that was the actual case in real time, none of them would have complained.
But then, Imani suddenly pulled away, leaving a string of saliva between them, which broke as she turned away from him. “I… I’m sorry, Mike…” she stammered. “I can’t do this…”
He stared at her, confused and worried over potentially having done something wrong. “What’s the problem?”
“Well…” she mumbled, her eyes straying away. “Unless it was obvious, I really like you, Mike… And…”
“... And what?” he pressed. “I like you too, Imani. You can tell me anything.”
“I just don’t wanna disappoint you. I’m… not like other girls.”
“Of course you’re not!” Michael beamed. “That’s why I like you!”
Imani sighed. “No, I mean… physically…”
“... Physically?”
She looked at him, at his confused, yet still flushed and clearly aroused facial expression, thinking that it might be the last time she would ever get to see it. There was no way around it. She had to come clean to him, and perhaps ruin any chance of being together with him in the process, but it was the right thing to do. At the very least she hoped that he would let her down gently, so that they could remain on friendly terms as they continued to live next to each other.
Sighing heavily, she reached down with both hands, one of them lifting up her skirt, while the other continued into her panties. She had to reach far back to get to what she was after, all in thanks to the careful tucking that had taken place in her bathroom earlier. Nevertheless, she fished it out, at last presenting it to her crush for the first time ever.
With a mind still hazy from both fever and lust, Michael stared at it, not even sure if it was real or some sort of lust-induced mirage, but as he adjusted his eyes there was no mistaking it. That was indeed a cock. A thick, Arab cock, which, even though it was only half erect so far, was easily bigger than his own slightly below average one. He could see it growing steadily, throbbing and leaking precum as it rose, and before long it had reached its full size, standing stiff and rigid, and outsizing him by a few inches at least.
“Holy shit…” he gasped. He traced its outline in complete awe, trying to wrap his head around the fact that the same gorgeous girl that he had fallen in love with had such a masculine thing between her legs, complete with a set of big, smooth balls underneath. It was crazy to think that she had managed to hide it for this long, and that she must have had it tucked back every time they had spoken to each other.
“I’m so sorry… I should’ve told you,” Imani said, her voice heavy with melancholy. She closed her eyes as she sat there, expecting an outburst of disgust from him any second now, or at the very least some degree of anger. But strangely enough, no audible expression came. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes and was met with an unchanged blank look on his face as he stared at her cock. “Michael…?”
Finally, he managed to pull his gaze away from her throbbing shaft, directing it at her face instead. “Uh… sorry, what?”
“Forget it…” she mumbled and rose from her straddling position. “I never should have shown you… I’m sorry…”
Detecting the grief in her voice, Michael grabbed her by the arm, stopping her from going any further. “Hold on!” he called out, pulling her back down onto her knees. She caught herself with a hand against his chest, and thus, they both found themselves looking right into each other's eyes. “I didn’t mean to stare like that… I just didn’t expect you to have a… penis…”
Imani let out a deep sigh. “I know it’s a shock… Wherever I go, I always conceal it…”
“‘Always’? You never show it to anyone?”
She responded with a shake of her head. “I’ve carried this secret for my whole life…” she explained, her tone defeated and weary. “Hardly anyone knows about it.”
“Does that mean you have never…” Michael began before pausing for a second or two. “... You know… been with someone?”
“Yeah. I always try to act super confident… But I’m actually a virgin.”
Michael gently put his hand on top of hers, which was still resting on his chest. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“Do you have… experience?” she asked, shying away from eye contact.
“Well, yeah, with normal girls…” he said, immediately regretting his choice of words. “Oh... umm, sorry… I didn’t mean it like that…”
“Don’t worry,” Imani replied before the mood had a chance to spoil. “I’m not offended... And I’m sorry for springing this on you so suddenly. I understand if you want me to leave you alone…”
“Imani…” Michael cooed, running his fingers through her gorgeous, black hair. “I’ve been in love with you ever since I first saw you. If you think that I’m gonna deny you just because you have a penis, you are sorely mistaken.”
Imani’s mouth hung agape at that point. Surely this wasn’t actually happening, right? The very words that he had just uttered were, to her, the greatest gift she could ever have received. Never had she felt as much happiness as right then and there, as a whole new world of possibilities suddenly opened up, one that had only been accessible in her dreams up until that point.
“Really?!” she exclaimed, leaning down inches from his face with visible excitement, like a predator about to pounce on its prey.
“... Uh, yeah, really,” he replied, a bit taken aback by her reaction. His eyes quickly drifted back to her cock, and to his own surprise, seeing it actually made him feel horny. He probably would have preferred if she had revealed a pussy, but there was definitely something hypnotizing about it. “And I have to say… You have a really nice dick… I’m actually kinda jealous…”
Imani blushed. “You don’t think it’s ugly…? Too big?”
Michael let out a soft chuckle. “Well, it’s a little big, but… since when has that been considered a bad thing? And honestly, it’s hard for a cock that big to be ugly.”
“... Thank you…” the Arab girl mumbled, a bright smile on her face. “... Would you be down to let me… umm… you know…”
“Fuck me?” Michael filled in without a hint of shame.
“... I was going to use a different word, but… yes.”
“Well, this is different from what I had in mind…” Michael said. “But you know what they say… ‘Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it’… right?”
A sullen look suddenly crept in on Imani’s face. “You know… It’s alright if you say no. I don’t have a vagina, but I can still be the bottom...”
“I want to be the bottom,” Michael shot back, his voice brimming with determination.
“... Are you sure?”
He smiled warmly at her, wanting nothing more than to erase her crestfallen look forever. “I’m sure. I want to make you happy, Imani. Your happiness is my happiness.” Being the taker in anal sex was never anything that he had fantasized about, but now, every second spent without her inside of him felt like agony. Had it been with anyone else, the idea would probably have put him off quite a bit, but this was Imani. Every part of her was beautiful, her face, her hair, her body, and even that big, fat dick between her legs.
It was possible that his fever was messing with his head a little bit, but at the moment he wanted nothing more than to be connected with her… And should he dislike being on the receiving end? Well, then they could simply swap places and let him do the thrusting. But in his eyes, Imani deserved every bit of joy and happiness that she could ever hope for. If she wanted to try fucking him, he would let her, no questions asked.
But first, a little foreplay was in order. “Let’s start off easy,” Michael said, lying down completely flat on the bed. “Come here… Let me give you a blowjob...” He could never have imagined that a sentence like that would ever escape his mouth, let alone with such ease. Indeed, while he loved every part of her, he wasn’t entirely sure about how he would feel about going through with this whole thing. But he was damn well going to give it a shot, both for the sake of his beloved, but also to explore himself a little bit, to see if he would end up enjoying whatever forms of pleasure she could offer him.
Imani could barely contain herself as she looked at Michael lying there, awaiting her cock with a smiling, blushing face. She hurriedly slid forward on her knees until she was directly above him, gulping a final time before sitting down, her big, full balls dangling onto his neck, and her shaft resting on his chin. The very moment she felt the heat coming off his skin onto her genitals, she was practically shaking with excitement. At long last, the scene from her fantasies was about to initiate for real.
Letting out one last, deep breath as he prepared himself mentally, Michael finally went to work on her cock, giving a gentle kiss to the very tip of her glans, its color a shade lighter than the shaft. It instantly responded with a powerful throb, rising up an inch or so before coming back down on his lips with a quiet thud. He kissed it again, on the underside of the head this time, before continuing further down, using one hand to lift it up for easy access.
Already massaging her tits with both hands, Imani’s panting was getting heavier and heavier as she watched him go at it, despite the minimal amount of surface area he was pleasuring. Truth be told, she was almost ready to cum from the sight alone, but she had to endure and force herself to calm down no matter what. This day was one to be remembered, and she couldn’t afford to screw it all up within the first few minutes.
Unbeknownst to her, Michael was thinking in similar terms. Her first time getting a blowjob had to be special, and despite his lack of experience, he did at least have a rough idea of what to do. With his free hand, he grabbed her hanging nutsack and began gently rolling it in between his fingers, while he worked his way back up her cock, giving it a lick along its entire length. His tongue continued around her mushroom tip, licking every part of its brown surface, coating it in both saliva and precum.
“How…?” Imani gasped, her mouth gaping open in pleasure. “How are you… mmm… so fucking good...?”
Michael immediately responded with a blush and a happy little smirk, surprised over how much she was enjoying himself without even needing him to put her cock into his mouth. “Hmm, I dunno… Learnt from observation, maybe?”
Imani slipped out her tongue to wetten her lips as she watched Michael’s cock-drunk face. “... Then maybe you can teach me as well?”
“Guess I can try...” he replied, giving the tip of her girl-dick a kiss. “Just sit back, babe…”
Babe… Imani thought to herself. He called me babe... As a way of showing her appreciation, she ran her fingers through his gorgeous, brown hair and gently massaged his scalp, all while looking down at him with nothing but love.
While happy that she was enjoying herself, Michael now found himself a bit hesitant, sizing up the dark slab of meat that was resting on his lips as he prepared himself to take it inside his mouth. Gulping, he parted his lips and leaned forward, letting the shiny glans slide in onto his tongue and into his mouth. He kept going as far as he could muster, until her thick head poked against the back of his throat for a moment, a good third of her cock now filling up his mouth. Sucking his cheeks in, he moved back across her shaft, letting her glans stay in his mouth while his tongue went to work around it once more, before leaning forward and taking even more of her length inside him.
“Holy fuck, that’s good...” Imani moaned. “Mmm… Look at me, Michael… Let me see your pretty eyes…”
With just a hint of tears in the corner of his eyes as he filled his mouth with cock, he looked up at her as told. Immediately, his dubious task was made a hundred times easier upon seeing how much she was enjoying herself, her thick, brown lips formed into an O-shape as she struggled to control her breath, her large chest rising and falling rhythmically. No longer did Michael have to focus only on coming to terms with the fact that he had a huge dick in his mouth. He could just enjoy the view while his lips and tongue went on autopilot, already making fantastic progress in his technique without even realizing it.
Beginning to feel light-headed, Imani grabbed Michael’s head with both hands for support, moving them back and forth in tandem with his own motions. Every time he pulled back, dragging his extended, pink lips along her shaft, her cock would throb hard, bringing her dangerously close to cumming over and over again. She imagined what the aftermath would look like, him resting his head on the pillow, his cheeks bulging with her cum, his face covered in it, and her softening, caramel cock draped from his chin to his auburn hairline, sticking out like a sore thumb over the layer of white he was painted in. But as hot as it seemed, she wasn’t going to waste her orgasm on anything else than his tight, sexy ass. That was for damn sure.
Suddenly, Michael pulled back all the way, letting Imani’s sticky cock flop out of his mouth. “I… I think I need a break…” he panted, the tears in his eyes finally running down his cheeks.
“... A break?” Imani said, taken aback. “... You wanna stop?” Before even awaiting his answer, she got up from her straddling position and sat down on her knees near the edge of the bed.
Michael glared at her for a second, before giggling. “No, dummy. A break from sucking cock.”
“You mean…?”
“That’s right…” Lifting the cover by the corner and holding it up, Michael scooted over to the side of the bed, leaving the half closest to Imani empty. “I believe I promised you something…”
Imani’s face lit up. She sat there like a buffoon, looking at her loved one lying with his elbow against the white mattress, his smooth, slender body visible as he held the cover up for her. It was like something out of a sappy chick-flick, only in this case, it would end up with her dumping a massive load of cum inside the guy of her dreams… and that was a change that she welcomed with open arms.
She let out a gulp as she slowly crawled towards him. Grabbing the cover and pulling it over her thick body, she lay down, resting her head on the pillow next to him. With their faces only inches apart, they both lay there quietly, both of them in complete tranquility as they stared into one another’s soul, her hazel eyes against his bright green ones, their hot breaths washing over each other’s skin.
“You’re so pretty…” Michael said lovingly, his hand caressing her black hair.
“Shut up and kiss me,” Imani purred in response, just aggressively enough to show her impatience, not to mention how outrageously horny she was.
Michael did just that, inched himself closer to her and planted a kiss on her plump lips. As they began frenching, his hand stealthily moved towards her crotch underneath the cover and grabbed her twitching cock, stroking it to ensure that it stayed nice and hard for what was coming up next. Not that Imani could ever have gone soft in that situation, but showing her body some appreciation couldn’t hurt. With that said, what he may not have realized himself was that he was growing accustomed to her dick a bit faster than he had anticipated.
But Michael wasn’t the only one with itchy fingers. Imani hooked her hand under his thigh, before slowly running it up towards his smooth, toned butt and began stroking it on top of his underwear. With her other hand, she took him by the wrist, prying his hand away from caressing her cheek as they kissed, instead forcing it onto her chest. He touched her just the way she liked it, kneading her soft tits between his fingers in a manner as aggressive as their kiss. And as she slid her red and white top and black bra down her shoulder in one quick motion, he continued to squeeze her chest as if nothing had happened.
The need for air stopped their euphoric moment from continuing any further however, as Michael tore himself away from her lips. “Oh my god, Imani...” he groaned. Now greeted with the view of both her pretty face and beautiful tits, he couldn’t stop his fingers from twisting and pulling her dark nipple, almost hoping that he might squeeze a little dribble of milk out. “You’re fucking perfect… You know that?” His eyes traveled from her chest to her face, which, as he could see now, was just screaming of lust and impatience. Moreover, she suddenly started thrusting into the curled up hand he had around her dick, like she had lost all sense of subtlety. It hardly seemed like she wanted to “make love” at that point… She wanted to mate like an animal.
“Michael, please…” she begged desperately. “Turn around for me… I want to fuck you so badly…”
The little loving smirk on Michael’s face turned into an expression of both fear and lust. “O-okay…” he stammered. Letting go of her cock, he rolled over 180 degrees, feeling Imani’s hand lifting off his thigh as he moved, before it came back down, once again caressing his ass. He gulped as she quickly went on to grab his underwear by the waistband and yank it down with an impatient tug, only managing to slide the right side down as the rest was pinned down underneath his weight. He knew that as soon as his underwear came down, it wouldn’t be long before his bowels would be plugged up with a fat girl-cock... and yet, he didn’t even hesitate to lift his hips up and allow her to pull his underwear down to his knees.
Unable to see what was going on behind him as he awaited the feeling of having his ass prodded by Imani’s cock, everything suddenly came to a pause. She was no longer touching him, but he could feel her moving her arm up and down under the cover. He turned his head back, only to catch her quietly spitting into the palm of her hand, her eyes fixed on Michael’s barely visible ass.
“What are you doing…?” he asked, a hint of distress starting to set in.
“Lubing up,” she replied as if it was totally obvious, her hand moving down to stroke her cock in saliva. “I forgot to bring some real stuff.”
Michael blushed. “I mean… I can get you some lotion or-”
“No,” she interrupted. “This will do fine, Mike… I can’t wait any more…”
“But-” Michael began, only to be interrupted by a wet kiss on his lips, one that quickly had him locked down with their tongues coiling around each other. And that was that. With all but his face turned away from her, he felt her arm wrapping around his chest, pulling him tightly towards her, her thick tits and soft tummy pressing into his backside. Along with them came her cock, instantly finding its mark between his tight, toned buttcheeks. This was really happening. His darling Imani was going to fuck his ass using only her spit as lube…
Fearing that Michael was getting cold feet, Imani began pushing her tip against his tight, virgin hole, walking a fine line between being forceful and gentle, wanting to prove her eagerness while still allowing him the opportunity to change his mind. But he remained in place, their kiss still going strong. In fact, she noticed him relaxing more and more as her cock slowly pried him apart, and before she knew it, the feeling of his internal warmth beginning to wrap around the sides of her glans set in.
Michael’s body froze up as the alien feeling of having his ass stuffed took over his world. He moaned, weakly and muffled along with the sounds of smooches and licks, his rectum slowly but surely being filled up with Imani’s cockmeat. Some part of him wanted to protest against the fact that his first time with this perfect girl was being enjoyed in such a way… but oh, how he enjoyed it. The strange, paralyzing feeling washing over his lower body as his asshole hugged the thick shaft was something he could never have imagined. Even more so when it unmistakably rubbed against his prostate, almost sending him into a panic, induced by sheer, newfound pleasure… and pain. Imani was being careful with him, she really was. But every bit of bliss she was giving him was nonetheless matched with an equal amount of pain.
Groaning as she felt her hips and balls fully pressed against Michael’s ass, Imani severed the vacuum-like seal of their kiss. “Oh my god…” she moaned into his ear. “I’m… I’m inside you… Fuck, that feels good…”
“Congrats on losing your virginity...” Michael giggled, a little smirk on his reddened face. Trying to stay as cool as he usually managed around her, the truth was that he wasn’t far from turning into a moaning, whining mess. “You can start moving now…”
“Can I…? Are you gonna be alright?”
“I’ll be fine… Just start slow, okay?” After one final smooch on her cheek, he turned away from her again, closing his eyes as he prepared himself for what was coming. If possible, he would have liked to stay connected in a kiss with her until they were done, but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to handle it. Even disregarding his need for air, he couldn’t bear the idea of facing her with whatever embarrassing facial expression he would inevitably be making as she fucked him raw.
Imani did not respond with any words, but immediately began slowly pulling her hips back. With most of her length remaining inside Michael’s asshole, she pushed the rest in once more, before doing it again and again and again. It didn’t take long for the bed to shake with her humping, while the short silence that had set in turned into gasps and moans coming from both of them.
With both arms clasping Michael’s slender, firm body, Imani rested her nose against his scalp. “Oh, Michael, you’re tight…” she groaned, feeling his ring squeezing her shaft with each thrust as if refusing to let her fuck him as she pleased. “Are you okay? Is this good?”
“Yeah…” he managed to squeak out between his heavy breaths. He lay there, his whole body completely limp, held in place between a pair of groping hands on his chest, and a pillowy belly and tits against his back, not to mention a fat cock destroying his insides. “This is perfect… Keep going just like that…”
While relieved that Michael was enjoying himself, those were not the words she wanted to hear from him. His insides felt amazing for sure, but this wasn’t enough. She needed more to scratch her itch. And judging from how impatient she was about filling Michael’s ass up with a thick dose of cum, it was doubtful that she could hold back any further.
Gulping hard as she made a difficult decision, she tightened her grip around his torso even more, just short of hurting him. From there, she paused for a moment, during which Michael turned around to give her a confused look. Her glistening eyes locked on to his, and the mere sight of the flushed expression on his cute, boyish face was the last nail in the coffin. Her careful, loving thrusts suddenly turned into something else. Quick, yet powerful they became, her thick, brown asscheeks clenching together as she ruthlessly began burying every last millimeter of her cock inside him, making muffled slaps underneath the bed cover.
Michael’s entire body practically quaked with the sudden increase in pain and pleasure. “W-wait, Imani, not so fast… Oh my god...”
“I’m sorry, Mike,” Imani uttered in a low growl, nuzzling up against his cheek. “I can’t stop…”
Michael almost went cross-eyed from the way his prostate was now getting mercilessly rammed. He couldn’t believe his asshole had been so quick at adapting to Imani’s massive size despite it being his first time, and despite their lack of proper lubricant. It was as if it was meant to be this way… As if his body was being molded into giving his beloved exactly what she wanted. What’s more, any desire of his own dick getting any action, in a pussy or otherwise, was quickly fading into nothingness. All he needed at this point was for Imani’s superior cock to squeeze it all out for him, so that he could eject his load onto the sweaty bed sheet while she filled him right back up… Probably with many times over whatever measly volume he could produce...
“Ah… I love you so much…” Imani moaned. “You’re so perfect… Mmm... And you’re all mine…” She ended her sentence with a long lick and a few kisses across his cheek, delivered in a manner clearly different from the way her hips were slamming into his toned ass, shoving her spit-shined cock deep inside him with faint, wet squelches. By now, she was throbbing like never before, almost feeling as if her cock was inflating like a balloon each time Michael’s tight ring kissed her pubic mound as she went balls deep.
Biting his lip, Michael looped his arm around Imani’s head and grabbed her thick, black hair in a sturdy grip, holding her in place as she continued to kiss his face all over. “I love you too, Imani” he purred softly, no longer caring about what kind of face he was making. “I want your cum… All of it…”
His words brought the incoming orgasm to mere seconds away. “Mmm, yes babe, I’m gonna mark your tight ass with my cum!” she growled.
“Kiss me while you cum inside me, babe…”
Without another word, she did as told. With both of her hands moving up and down his slick, slender muscles, she slipped her tongue into his mouth and let the added sensation of yet another erotic kiss finally take over her body. The almost aching feeling within her balls and prostate evaporated in place of a euphoric sense of relief, as both organs began working together to concoct a massive dose of cum ready for release.
But before she even started unleashing, Michael reached his breaking point. The throbbing cock jackhammering his asshole finally beat the orgasm out of him, resulting in a completely handsfree ejection of several lines of cum across the bed sheet, his moan drowning out into Imani’s wet mouth. Then, just as he began running dry, he could feel Imani joining him at last, a distinct warmth suddenly entering his colon as she came.
And boy, did she cum… and moan… and thrust. Despite being in the middle of by far the biggest cumshot of her life, she just couldn’t stop fucking him. Her hips were going at it even more violently than before, each retraction of her pulsating shaft shoveling out a splatter of cum onto her own crotch and the bed underneath, while each thrust filled up Michael’s ass with an equal amount. It didn’t take long for her cum to start pooling inside of him, and for the white, sticky layer that covered the brown skin of her hips and thighs to spread out across her lover’s clenching asscheeks every time she collided with him. It was like something out of a fake porno, as if Imani’s jets of hot seed were several complete cumshots edited together, all of them exploding in and around the tight ass that her massive girl-cock was currently pounding mercilessly.
More! she thought to herself, at last letting her cock stay embedded within Michael’s stretched out asshole as she unloaded a few more rounds of spunk. Feeling the last ones turn into a weak flow rather than thick ropes, her balls and clenched-up asshole finally relaxed. Still pulsating, but no longer having anything left to offer him, her cock slowly calmed down until it was completely still, yet still lodged within Michael’s asshole.
Breaking the kiss, they both stared at each other amorously while their hot breaths intertwined. A silence swept in as they slowly regained their breaths, during which Imani rolled over onto her back, pulling her deflating cock out of Michael with a considerable flow of cum. He remained in place for a moment, before doing the same, both of them ending up resting right next to each other, sharing the only pillow there was as they stared up at the ceiling.
Imani let out a timid cough. “So, umm… was I any good?”
“‘Were you any good’?” Michael chuckled, as if her question was completely idiotic. “I’ll just put it this way… I will probably never fantasize about pussies ever again.”
A faint blush washed over Imani’s dark cheeks. “S-stop saying such silly things…” she mumbled. Shying away from Michael’s loving gaze, she couldn’t stop herself from smiling like a little girl over what she had accomplished, despite having no prior experience.
“It’s not silly at all. I love you, Imani. Every part of you.”
“Mike…” she purred, almost shedding a tear of joy. “I feel the same way about you. I love everything about you… And I…”
“... And you what?”
With a bite of her lip, Imani stared right into Michael’s green eyes. “I wanna keep doing this with you every day. Multiple times a day. Have hot, nasty, sticky sex until we both pass out in each other’s arms.”
Michael smirked at her. “I’ve wanted that ever since I first saw you…”
“Hmm… that makes two of us then,” Imani replied. They shared a giggle, their eyes still locked on to one another, before once again going quiet. Imani took a whiff of the hot air that clung to them. “It really smells like cum in here, doesn’t it?”
“It does…”
“Wanna make it even worse?” she continued, no hint of bashfulness this time around.