Society Girls: Sierra by Crystal Perkins Page A

is
singing a song of joy. He doesn’t stop licking and sucking on me as
it goes on and on. I’m afraid I may pass out, but there’s no way
I’m going to stop it. Finally, my body starts to calm down, and
where’s he’s got his mouth on me is too sensitive for any more
attention.
    “I can’t…Joel…you have to stop.”
    “You can come again.”
    “It’s your turn.”
    “There are no turns. I got so much pleasure
out of doing that to you. Could you not tell?”
    “I could tell. It was
magnificent. I want you to come now. Na minha boca.” In my mouth.
    “Porra.”
    “That, too.”
    “How about that first? I want to be inside
of you when I come. You can play with my cock later.”
    “I have to work,” I tell him with a pout. I
really want to get back to training, but I also really want to stay
in bed with him.
    “We’ve got all night once you get off
work.”
    “You’ll come over again?”
    “Claro.”
    “There are condoms in the drawer,” I tell
him, pointing towards it.
    “For us?” he asks, and I know what he’s
really asking.
    “Yes. I bought them for us.”
    “Perfeitos. O seu são perfeitos, meu
Gatinha.”
    “I’m far from perfect, Joel.”
    “Sim. Yes. You are. You’re perfect for me,”
he tells me, rolling the condom on his very nice sized cock, and
then climbing over me. I’m pretty sure he’s perfect for me,
too.
     
    * * *
     
    Joel
     
    After Sierra and I made love in her bed, and
then again in her shower, I walked her down to her car, where we
made out for several more minutes. Her friends interrupted us,
which is probably a good thing, since I’m not sure we would’ve
stopped otherwise.
    I laughed at everyone’s good natured
teasing, while Sierra flipped them off and blushed. I’m glad she
has good friends. I have good friends, too, and I need to check in
with one of them. I instruct my Bluetooth to make the call, and
wait for him to answer.
    “Hi, Joel.”
    “Olá, Marcus. Como vai?”
    “I’m good. You?”
    “We’re practicing English today?” I ask him
with a laugh.
    “Yes. I have an international meeting in a
couple of weeks. I want to be ready. You’re one of the only people
I can practice with, and not look weak.”
    Marcus has been one of my closest friends
all of my life. When my parents were moved to the U.S. as
diplomats, we never lost touch. His family owns a large
conglomerate of businesses throughout Brazil, and he just took over
the company a few months ago. I know he is facing challenges from
many who think he’s too young and inexperienced to run things, but
I have faith in him. I wouldn’t have invested in the company if I
didn’t.
    “Is the board still giving you trouble?”
    “The board, the random assholes sending me
death threats, my assistant. I could go on, but you get the
picture.”
    “Fuck, man. Death threats?”
    “Yep. My mom’s bringing in some extra
security or some shit like that for the big meeting and ball. I
don’t think anyone will actually try to kill me, but I guess it’s
better to be safe and alive than ignore it all and be dead.”
    “Definitely. I don’t know how I can help,
but if there’s anything you need, just let me know.”
    “Do you have a hot girlfriend I can take as
a date?”
    I know he’s joking, because I haven’t had a
girlfriend since junior high. At least until now. “Actually, I do
have a girlfriend, and she’s very hot, but you can’t borrow
her.”
    “No shit? Good for you, my friend. It’s
about time you settled down.”
    “I’ve been settled for the last year.”
    “About that, how’s the shoulder?”
    “Great, actually. I got in a batting cage
last night, and hit for hours. I was a little sore, but I did it. I
can do it again.”
    “I’m seriously happy for you. Looks like
we’re both living our dreams.”
    “Yes, we are. You just need to take that
protection coming your way, and keep yourself alive.”
    “Will do. I plan to be at your first game
back on the field.”
    “I