"Jerry,” she scolded playfully, “you shouldn't be looking at my ass yet. We just met."
"I know,” I chuckled, “but my eyes are just drawn to a nice bottom. I hope you don't mind."
"I would mind if you hadn't noticed,” she giggled.
At three o'clock, we decided to call it a night and made a date for dinner for the next evening. She was a delightful lady, and I wanted to show her what a true gentleman could be like.
As I walked her to her car, a man stepped out of the shadows and stood between her vehicle and us.
"What are you doing here, bitch?” he snarled.
"J … Jeff!” she squealed, “What are you doing here?"
"Looking for you. What the hell are you doing here? Why aren't you at home?"
His words were a bit slurred and I knew he had been drinking. Renee stood her ground.
"You left, remember? We aren't together anymore."
"Who says we aren't together anymore?” he yelled. “Get your fat ass back to the house before I slap the shit out of you."
I could feel my blood beginning to boil, but I kept my cool.
"Look, buddy,” I told him, “there's no need to talk to the lady like that. Why don't you come inside? I'll get you a cup of coffee and call you a cab."
He looked at me as if he was seeing me for the first time.
"Who the fuck are you?” he shouted. “This is none of your fuckin’ business. Get out of my way!"
He put his hand on me to shove me away, but his push didn't even budge me. He looked up at me again. He looked to be about five foot nine and a bit underweight, and I knew that I could take him, but I didn't want any trouble.
"The lady obviously doesn't want you around,” I told him, “so why don't you leave?"
He took a step back and turned his attention to Renee again.
"I told you to get your ass back to the house!” he slurred.
"It's not your house, Jeff,” she told him, “it's mine, and I've had the locks changed so you can't get in. Your stuff is on the curb."
Hearing this information infuriated him and he slapped her across the face. She quickly grabbed her cheek and I pushed him back against the car.
"Don't ever touch her again!” I told him.
I drew my arm back to punch him in the nose, but before I could swing a fist, she stepped in front of me and punched him herself. As he sat sprawled on the ground holding his bleeding nose, she began ranting.
"You son of a bitch!” she screamed. “You lied to me, you cheated on me, you spent all my money! I loved you! I wanted to marry you! And now you think we should go back to my house together?! Forget it! You're a sorry excuse for a man!"
"Please, baby,” he began to grovel as he got up on his knees. “I still love you. I want us to be together. Please, can't we kiss and make up?"
She looked at me, smiled, turned around, bent over, then put her finger on her bottom and made a hot, hissing sound, as if her tush was too hot to handle.
"Kiss this,” she said.
I grinned at her as she smiled back over her shoulder, and decided that he should do just that. Grabbing him by the collar, I hauled him over to her on his knees.
"Kiss it,” I told him.
He looked up at me.
"You … You've got to be kidding?” he stuttered.
I raised an eyebrow.
"Do I look like I'm kidding?"
He swallowed a lump in his throat and leaned forward to kiss the back of her skirt.
"Not good enough,” she said, “Push my skirt up."
I grinned. She was having fun with this. I twisted his collar so that he felt a little pressure on the back of his neck, and he looked up at me.
"Do what the lady says,” I told him.
He lifted her skirt and lightly kissed the back of her pink panties.
"Did I say ‘kiss my panties'?” she asked, “I said “kiss this” meaning my ass, so do it."
He swallowed again, and then lowered her panties, exposing her bare bottom to both his and my eyes. My cock stirred in my jeans and it took everything I had to keep my hands off of her.
"Kiss it,” she demanded.
He began planting his lips all over her bottom, kept there mostly by my hand on the back of his head. When she was satisfied with what he had done, she stood up and turned around.
"Now, you asshole,” she said sharply, “get out of my sight or I'll turn my bodyguard loose on you."
"Yes, Renee,” he said weakly as he stood up. “I'll miss you."
"Yeah yeah,” she replied nonchalantly, waving him off, “take a hike."
As he wandered off into the darkness, I opened the door to the back seat of her car.
"Sit down, please,” I told her, “I want to get some ice for your cheek."
She got in, but slid across the seat and pulled me to her.
"My cheek is fine,” she said, “but I have something else that needs attention."
Taking my hand, she put it between her legs. Her cunt was as hot as my cock was hard.
"Oh my, Miss Renee,” I chuckled, “what a wet little pussy you have."
"Yes it is,” she giggled, “and I have an idea."
"What's that, pretty lady?” I asked.
She grabbed a handful of my hair and gently pulled my face to her crotch.
"Why don't you kiss this?"
I hummed my approval as I buried my tongue in her pussy. I thought she would never ask.
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THE GREAT KISS DEBATE
"Men kiss better than women,” Stephen said as he puffed his chest out and tried to look intimidating.
"Are you crazy?” Caren argued, “women kiss much better than men do."
"Women have those feather-like kisses,” Harvey added. “They're too soft. It tickles my moustache."
"Speaking of moustaches,” I chimed in, “who wants to get all that hair in their mouth when they kiss?"
"I think that's another topic for discussion, Dena,” Stephen replied with a chuckled.
Caren smacked him in the shoulder with an open hand.
"Get your mind out of the gutter! We were talking about kissing."
I giggled.
"You guys think that just because you stuff your tongues down our throats and we make those moaning sounds that we are enjoying it. We're not enjoying that! We're trying to get air!"
"Yeah,” Caren quipped, “you say that we kiss to soft but guys kiss way too hard."
The commotion outside her office concerned the boss, so she opened her door and came out.
"What's going on?” Marsha asked.
"Sorry, boss,” Caren said, “we didn't mean to disturb you. We're just having a discussion and it got a little heated."
"What's the discussion about?” she asked.
"Kissing."
She raised a curious eyebrow. “Excuse me?"
"We were discussing who the better kissers are … men or women,” Harvey told her.
"And what was the conclusion?” she asked with a chuckle.
"No conclusion yet,” I said. “It's a tie and we don't know how to break it."
"I have an idea,” Marsha stated.
Her employees all looked at her and waited for her to continue.
"Why don't we meet at The Ale Loft after work, have a drink, and do a little experiment?"
"What kind of experiment?” Harvey asked.
"We'll have a kissing contest."
Harvey, Stephen, Caren and I smiled at each other and agreed.
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That afternoon at quitting time, the five of us struck out for The Ale Loft, a popular after-work watering hole. Stephen got there first and got us a table.
"So you see,” said Harvey after the second round of beers, “that is why men are better kissers."
Caren rolled her eyes.
"Harvey, you're drunk."
He grinned.
"Not yet. Maybe one more beer."
Caren turned to Marsha.
"So what did you have in mind for a kissing contest?"
"Well,” Marsha said, “not counting me, I have two men and two women here. I think the four of you should kiss me and let me decide."