J.D.

I have been driving for two hours when my sister finally turns down her music, connecting her phone to the car. She looks around and nods. "How much was the car?" Her phone had to have finally died for her to make conversation.

"Eighty-five." I answer not really paying attention.

"Damn, you can afford this?"

"Jessica you couldn't even afford ramen two weeks ago." She smacks my head and I laugh.

"You drive slow for owning such a hot car."

I take a deep breath and shrug, "I promised Zamora I wouldn't speed."

"Um! Who?"

I had mentioned Zamora to my parents and my friends around me but hadn't told my sisters because of how they like to get into my business. Especially Jessica, she called herself an FBI agent because she could find anybody online and tell you what their problem was.

"Do you remember dads boss Mr. Irving. His family came over a few times to the house. Mom was friends with his wife who passed like ten years ago. They went to the funeral?" she nods quickly, "do you remember his daughter?"

"Oh my god yes! She was so nice to me; she gave me her dolls when she turned ten." Her head snaps in my direction and she seems to have put two and two together. "You're dating her?"

"She's my girlfriend, look!" I pull out my phone and show her the photo we took just a few days ago on a walk we took. Zamora is leaning into me and smiling, her hand on my face to press me closer to her. We had spent almost every day together for these last few weeks. It was hard to just suddenly stop seeing her.

"Oh, she's pretty, way out of your league. I can't believe you have a girlfriend, what's wrong with her?"

"Nothing she's fucking perfect, I think I'm the fuck up in this one." I admitted, finally seeing signs that we were close to town. "She is beautiful, educated, nice, and i'm- "

"Trash? An ex con and drug dealer who made a fortune stripping cars? Is she aware of that?" I roll my eyes. "I'm asking so I don't accidentally make a joke about it."

"She knows what I've been caught with... sort of, besides that it's past me, not new me. My business is legit." My sister starts scrolling through my phone and looks worried. "What? Stop snooping how do you know I don't have nudes on there?"

She makes a disgusted face, "Ew loser, your girlfriend texted you, she says she is home and exactly what she thought would happen has happened." She read the message aloud.

I sigh, sad for her that her and her brother were still fighting. "Tell her that once I'm home I will call her." She nods and types.

"Should I put 'I love you'." She teases me.

"No don't, we haven't said that yet." I take my phone, quickly glimpsing the message before hitting send. I put the phone down and kept driving.

"So, do you?"

"What?"

"Love her?"

"It's too soon." I shrug. "I like her a lot, like a lot more than I thought I could ever like someone. But I don't want to spoil it by saying it too soon."

"So, you do love her, but are too scared to say it, got it."

"I've only been seeing her for a few months, three weeks officially."

"Have you guys done it?" Jessica opens a bag of chips and begins eating loudly beside me. When I don't respond she shakes her head and laughs. "Well, that's a yes."

"Shut up." I take some chips from her bag.

"Well, I can't wait to re-meet her. I can tell you like her because normally you wouldn't show off a girlfriend, let alone have Thanksgiving dinner with her family." She pretends to wipe away a fake tear. "You're growing up, your frontal lobe must have developed."

"I'm going to leave you on the side of the road." I sped up just little more, I need to get out of this car. "Hey if she's going through it, I am going to go to her house once I drop you off. You can order food, I'll give you my card." I had a feeling she would be fine, but she could just be saying that, so I don't worry.

"Okay, that's fine, is there going to be drama at this dinner?" I roll my eyes and turn back the music.

We made it home around nine and I called Zamora right away but received no answer. I ordered late dinner and ate with my sister, setting her up in my bedroom before telling her I was leaving. She waved me off, tired from her long flight that was delayed.

I drove across town to Zamora's apartment and parked in the usually empty spot next to her car. I had changed into some comfier clothes in case she asked me to stay. It was cold out, and I was hopeful that she would let me in. I walked up her dark stairs and turned to find her usual neighbor outside smoking.

I walked to her door and texted her before knocking, hoping I wouldn't scare her.

"I don't think she wants to see anybody." Her neighbor spoke behind me. I turn catching her as she looks me up and down.

I took off my beanie and smiled politely. "Well, I'm her boyfriend so... I'm sure she'll be fine."

"She came home crying her eyes out and slammed her door so loud, it scared my cat." I rolled my eyes with my back turned to her and began gently knocking and ringing her doorbell. Her fucking neighbor was always out here. After every one of our dates, she would just be here waiting, I had to keep my hands to myself until we were inside of her apartment or take her to my place.

After a few minutes the door opened, and she stood with the blanket she kept in her living room wrapped around her. "Hi." She had been asleep. "Come in." She moved behind the door and let me in, shutting the door and locking it behind me.

"I was worried when you didn't answer my text or call. I know you were upset so I just wanted to check on you." I took off my boots and placed them by the door.

"I was upset, but not at you, just family crap. I came home and had a glass of wine and fell asleep." She rubbed her eyes and fell back on the couch where her pillow was.

I hated her apartment complex, the heat didn't work correctly, the staircase was always dark, and her neighbor sucked. But somehow, she made her actual apartment comfy and livable. "Did you get in a fight with your brother or your dad?"

"Just Zack. We just had unfinished business. He apologized and cried, and I left. This just feels like one of those things that we either have to move on from or stay mad about." She takes a deep breath and looks at me as I stand by the door. "Where is your sister?"

"I left her at my place, told her I had to come see you. She was tired anyways."

"You're tired too, driving six hours straight." She opens her arms and moves the blanket, inviting me to lay with her. "Come here, I'll warm you up." I shut the light and crawled in with her on the couch, feeling her wrap her body around mine, holding me. If anything, I was warmer than her.

"Why aren't you in bed?" I pressed a kiss to her cheek and adjusted myself against the back of the couch, putting my arm under her head and pulling her to my chest.

"I just passed out here, we can go lay in there if you're staying." She looks up at me and kisses my chin. "Please stay." She whispers.

I was already planning on it, but the way she says 'please' really gets to me.

"Of course, baby. But let's get you to bed, and snuggle there, this couch kills my back."

She giggles and nods. "Okay." She makes no effort to move so I stand, scooping her up in my arms. "Oh, you're so strong." She mumbles.

Her bed is made as usual and she again makes no effort to turn down the bed, so I begin pulling the duvet back and lay her on her large amounts of pillows. I shut the light off and lay next to her, feeling her body press up against me.

"You're so sleepy." I point out as she relaxes beside me. "Was it really just one glass or one bottle?"

She laughs sleepily, tilting my head to the side to press a kiss to my lips. "It may have been more than a glass." She says against my lips. Her hand goes under my shirt at my stomach, and she gently rubs it, her skin warming up against mine.

She starts kissing my neck, slowly licking up to the outer shell of my ear. It tickles at the same time it turns me on. Her hand begins to slowly move down to the band of my sweatpants and gently dips in, rubbing over my boxers. "Baby, you've been drinking."

"Just like two glasses, I'm not even buzzed." She leans up on her unoccupied hand and gently bites her lip as she rubs up and down on my now semi hard on.

"It's hard to say no to you." I moaned when her hand gently squeezed me. This woman was the epitome of lady in the streets, freak in the sheets. She seemed so normal and kind but the second she had me she would take me on a whole other level that I don't think I'm ever going to get used to.

"Somethings hard." She giggles against my ear.

"I don't have a condom." I admitted.

She pauses for a second and sighs. "You always have one."

I roll my eyes looking at her in the dim room. "I wasn't planning to have sex tonight I came here for moral support and cuddles. You're the one trying to seduce me, ma'am."

"Well, that's very sweet of you, but I'm awake now and good to go." She teases me but all I can think about is where the closest store is from here to go buy a pack of condoms. "You know, I am on birth control." She whispers.

I am now fully hard and ready to go, but I'm stunned and unable to speak. "Oh?" if this meant what I think it meant, this would be another first for me.

I could feel her shift, and from what I could see she was taking off her shirt and sliding off her shorts. I followed suit, pulling off my shirt and trying to pull down my pants. She rolls on top of me, and I can feel her bare against my thigh.

I was going to kiss her, but she began shifting down my body kissing my chest and licking my stomach. It was when she reached my boxers that everything clicked, and I realized what she was doing to me. "Is this, okay?" She pulls the blanket from her and pushes her hair to the side.

"Depends on what you're doing?" My voice cracks.

"I think it's a blow job, but I've never done this so I could really use some helpful tips." She teases me again.

I gulped, pushing myself up with my forearms to turn on her reading lamp by her bed. She was naked and leaning forward, her tit's pushed together as she was eye level with my dick.

For the most part, she and I had been very basic with sex. I had gone down on her multiple times, but by the time she finished I was just excited to be with her I never thought of asking for anything more. To hear her now sitting in front of me wanting me like this, I sensed I would not last long.

"Well, no teeth would be preferred but shit happens." I shrug. "Just um... you know... suck on it."

She takes a hair tie and puts her hair up in a ponytail, giggling. "I want you to tell me what to do."

"I'm not very picky, baby, just do what feels good. I'm just happy to be here."

"No James, I want you to take control and guide me." Her eyes turn into lust, and I am immediately understanding her.

"You are low key kinky when you're drinking." She giggles and reaches for my boxers, taking them off and watching as my dick pops out. "Kiss me first and give me your hand." She nods and leans up to kiss me. I take her hand and wrap it around me, my breath hitched slightly as her grip is almost too perfect.

She pulls away and looks down. "Sorry, did that hurt?"

I shake my head, "no its perfect, now slide back down and just lick the side of it." She does as she's told, and I watch her carefully as she glides her tongue along my shaft. "You want to get it wet, and maybe spit on it or on your hand." She does as she's told, and I just stare with my mouth slightly open.

When her lips wrap around me, I fell back against the pillow and took a deep breath. She took me as far down as she could bobbing her head slowly as she had her way with me. I watched carefully feeling myself wanting more. I grabbed her hair, gently taking her ponytail in my hand and guiding her softly, but faster.

"Fuck..." I whimper when she moans around me causing my hips to buck forward. "Zamora..."

She pulls away and looks up at me through her lashes. She sits up again and throws her leg over me, lining me up to her. She reaches down between her legs and glides her fingers over herself, her arousal coating them. Her hand wraps around me and guides me into her entrance where she slowly lowers herself onto me.

She's tight, wet, and feels like a dream. When she's fully seated, she looks at me and takes a deep breath. "You're so deep." She moans.

"Does it feel good?"

She nods quickly, reaching down to touch herself as she begins moving up and down. Our moans begin to get louder in unison as she fucks herself on me. My hands find their way to her chest, but watching where we connect as she rubs her clit in circles.

There is this sweet bliss when we have sex where I begin to realize why people call it 'making love'. There's this connection I have never experienced and knew when she was close, and that she wanted me to come undone with her.

Zamora's body begins to tremble after a few minutes, and she falls forward pressing her soft lips to mine. Our tongues intertwine and I begin thrusting up to keep the momentum going. That must have hit the soft spongy spot inside of her that made her weak because she cries out in a high pitch moan, her eyes roll back.

Her fingers tangle in my hair and she looks at me with a look of satisfaction. "You're so big, it feels so good." I wanted her to shut up and keep talking at the same time, her words would be the end of me, and I knew I would come too quickly.

I nod and flip her over so I'm on top now. The sudden shift makes her wrap her arms around me to hold me tighter. As much as I liked her on top, I needed to be in control for this. "You can take it. Keep touching yourself, I can feel how close you are."

She nods and moans as I take her harder, the bed squeaking, the headboard moving, and her legs wrapped around me. My hand gently moved to her neck, a move she seemed to enjoy. "Oh my god! I'm going to-" She scratches at my back, and I feel all sense of control go out the window as I thrust harder. "I want you to cum inside of me." She moans against my ear.

I don't hesitate, and feel myself let go, coating her walls that are clamped shut around me. We kiss, if you want to call it that, messily and heated.

When we finish, I collapse on top of her, feeling her gently play with my hair on the back of my neck. I pull back and look at her with a smile. "Wow."

She puts her hands on my face and giggles, not saying a word, just kissing me slow and gentle. 

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