Rompando Cerezas

Rompando Cerezas

Cameran stood on Diablo’s porch blinking stupidly at his doorbell. The cool summer breeze blew past her, the wind’s fingers tangling itself in her hair. A pretty girl of sixteen, she had a knowing face that secretly concealed seductive onyx eyes and perfect pouting lips; that day covered in translucent pink gloss.
Cameran looked to the field across from Diablo’s house and saw the pinkish-purplish hue that signified that the eighty-degree day was coming to an end. Above the pastel clouds lingered the sun spiting the fact that the luminous moon would soon replace it. Cameran sighed.
...and rang Diablo’s doorbell.
She heard him walking to the door and he opened it, knowing who it was, for he had been expecting her.
“I like your shirt.” Diablo said, referring to her fitted black tee that had a screen print of Scarface on it. Cameran looked down and smirked when she realized Diablo wasn’t commenting on the shirt itself, but rather the way it hugged her abdomen and pert breasts. She felt her strap to her handbag slipping off of her shoulder and adjusted it. She heard clinking and jingling inside and remembered what contents it held. After she had finished being scrutinized by Diablo’s hungry gave he motioned for her to come in.
The door hadn’t even been shut ten seconds when she felt his strong arms engulf her small frame from behind. Diablo rubbed his nose in Cameron’s hair and savored the rich scent of exotic spices and sweet fruits.
Cameran knew what he was up for. So... she broke free from his tempting imprisonment of a grip and began to strike up a conversation.
\"So what\'s really hood, papi?\" Cameran asked, walking into Diablo\'s TV. room and plopping down on his mother\'s comfortable sofa set. The mere feeling of the fabric of the cushions brought back a flood of memories of what had went down the first time she felt Diablo\'s wandering fingertips guide themselves into her pants where he tried to -
\"Shit. Same old same old.\" he replied, snapping Cameran back to reality. He sat down beside her and wrapped his arm around her waist, signaling Cameran\'s body to lean into his. Her olfactory senses puckered when they caught a whiff Chrome; Diablo\'s preferred scent (or weapon rather) of choice. Cameran snuggled into him.
\"Why you got on jeans and it\'s ninety damn degrees outside?\" Diablo interrogated of her as he tried to pinch the material, checking to see how tight they were. Cameran looked at Diablo\'s attire thinking of a smart-ass comment about his clothing compared to the weather but she found he was fitted in black RocaWear shorts, a white wife-beater, and a black New-York Yankee hat; along with his ankle socks.
\"I don\'t know.\" Cameran sighed and began focusing her attention on the TV.
\"We\'ll be getting you outta those soon anyway.\" said Diablo. He sat up and slid toward the cocktail table to light a cigarette.
\"Nigga whateva.\" Cameran replied rolling her eyes. Diablo took a long drag and blew the smoke out of the side of his mouth. He then returned to his original spot with his arm around Cameran\'s waist, cigarette still in tow.
Cameran and Diablo continued to have dry but flirty conversation over the next hour, commenting on topics that sparked from whatever Diablo changed the channel to. They finally settled on the Scarface DVD; the cult classic of both of their cliques. All the while Cameran felt Diablo trailing light circles on her outer thigh where his arm was resting. In a subconscious physical response, Cameran forced her body closer to his.
By now, the glare on the TV from the fiery sunset behind the blinds was gone. Only the sweet-smelling darkness was left, with the twinkling summer stars winking at each other.
Diablo’s hand found its way to Cameran’s cheek where it caressed her baby-smooth skin. He pecked her lightly on the cheek and returned to watching Tony Montana, Cameran acting as if he was doing nothing at all.
“See that?” Cameran quizzed.
“What?” said Diablo.
“I bet you Angel wouldn’t have got killed if Manny hadn’t been so preoccupied chasing pussy.” Diablo laughed at Cameran’s passion for the plot. He knew she had seen Scarface at least 100 times.
“Yeah...you right.” Circles on the thigh again.
And Cameran moved closer. By this point her right leg was almost resting on his upper leg. Diablo noticed this and moved in for the kiss.
Cameran let herself relax into Diablo’s arm while his lips tickled hers. This was only the third occasion they had kissed, or rather, they had began kissing. It was their third time seeing each other, aside from their first encounter where they had exchanged math.
Cameran rested her right hand on the back of Diablo’s head, granting him permission to kiss harder. She felt the titanium barbell in his tongue hit her teeth and began maneuvering her head to feel more of it. And also to the taste more of his mouth which tasted of spicy nicotine and cherry coke.
With his free hand Diablo rubbed Cameran’s stomach and let it snake its way to her bikini top underneath her shirt. All the while, their tongues danced an erotic tango with each other inside their mouths.
Cameran abruptly stopped and pulled away.
Diablo’s mouth continued to slink to her ear lobe where he nibbled and kissed.
“What’s wrong?” He asked dreamily and softly in-between breaths with his make-out session with her hoop earring.
“Why are you talking?” asked Cameran looking straight ahead, acting unphased by his advances but really wanting nothing more than to feel his mouth on hers again.
A bit taken aback by her response, Diablo ceased kissing her ear. Cameran loosened herself from his warm grip and grabbed her handbag from beside her, once again remembering what was inside. She knew Diablo knew she wasn’t going anywhere, so there was no use in acting like she was.
Cameran made her way to the staircase that led to the second floor of Diablo’s house. Diablo focused his attention again on Scarface.
“You’re such a bad boy, Diablo. You never pay attention.” Cameran pouted her lips playfully and revealed a pair of handcuffs which she twirled around her finger.
“Whachu ‘gon use them for?” Diablo smirked as he raised an eyebrow and quizzed.
“Why are you talking?” Cameran’s seductive gaze burned into Diablo who was becoming aroused just by this demanding demeanor Cameran was exhibiting. “You always have to be in control.” Cameran went upstairs.
Diablo sat on the couch trying to kill his curiosity. It didn’t work. He was becoming too horny and Cameran was peaking his interest.
When he arrived in his room, ever so nonchalantly, Diablo found Cameran leaning against his bureau. He smirked at her as she continued to spin the handcuffs and Diablo commenced to where he left off.
Cameran had already kicked her black Air Force Ones into a corner and slipped off her socks. Customary behavior in Diablo’s room where new carpet had been installed. Consequently, she didn’t want Diablo steeping on her toes so she rocked from side to side as his hand cupped her ass and their tongues danced again. He then pulled her little black tee over her head revealing her baby pink bikini top. Her perfectly symmetrical “B”-cups sat almost floating in midair beckoning him to explore.
Cameran giggled as she felt Diablo’s lips on her chest. But not for long did Diablo remain amused. His hands had worked Cameran’s belt loose and he easily slipped her pants off.
The iridescent glow from Diablo’s black light made Cameran’s bikini glow a neon-pink. Diablo attempted to pull the left side string of Cameran’s bikini bottom but Cameran slapped it away.
“Always in control.” Cameran shook her head and said. She pulled off his wife-beater which appeared blue in the light. Her hands stroked his chest as his fingertips trailed yet more circles at the base of her lower back. Cameran forced her acrylic fingernails into his sides as she tried to focus her eyes into his in the dark room.
Diablo picked Cameran up and planted kisses on her neck but she quickly jumped down.
“Silly, stubborn Diablo. Will you ever learn?” she whispered in a taunting manner.
She had not let go of the handcuffs and she walked behind Diablo and cuffed his hands together. Cameran could feel his heart beating through his back and she led him over to his bed and pushed him down so he was laying on his back, handcuffed-arms beneath him.
Cameran licked Diablo’s neck and worked her way to the spot behind his ear. He grunted with delight and with her cheek pressed to his, she felt his jaw muscles move into a smirk...
***
Cameran kissed her way down Diablo’s atom’s apple and kissed down his inner arm. She lingered at his chest to hear the thud of his heart against his ribcage. By now, Cameran could feel Diablo’s hard organ through his jeans. She smiled and continue to kiss her way down, spending much time at his belly button which she knew would drive him crazy considering it was so close... just a little further down....
Cameran’s face arrived at his zipper and she slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts. Through the distorting light, the white band of his RocaWear boxers glowed baby blue and his member slipped right out.
Cameran knew the only thing preventing Diablo from forcing her mouth down on his penis was the handcuffs. But Cameran had never done this before so she wanted to take all the time in the world initiating fellatio if she wanted. Diablo’s dick danced and twitched in the darkness begging to feel Cameran’s warm mouth and sweet lips.
“Damn Cameran.” he complained, obviously trying to free himself from his restraints.
“Why are you talking?” Cameran demanded in a whisper but brashly enough so that she knew he would say no more.
She lightly sucked the tip of Diablo’s dick, not even touching it with her hands. Cameran placed her lips as if she was going to whistle and then sucked air and the tip, just lightly enough. She heard another grunt from his throat and realized he had never felt a sensation like that before, even though she knew he’d gotten head from many, many girls.
Cameran began to swirl the tip of her tongue around the top of Diablo’s dick but not putting it in her mouth yet. Diablo moved his hips and arms wishing he could get to Cameran. Cameran thought to herself,
*Thank you Cosmopolitan magazine. Practice doesn’t make perfect, reading your magazine does*. She continued lightly licking his dick. She began kissing up and down his shaft and took her hand and tickled his balls. Cameran could tell he couldn’t wait any longer to feel the wetness of her mouth. So she obliged him after she saw the expression of impatient distress upon his face.
She took an inch of him in her mouth and swirled her tongue over, under, and around; tickling the tip. All the while one hand was lightly twisting and rubbing his base while the other played with his pair. Diablo writhed and tried his damndest to get loose from the handcuffs. Cameran knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was performing the best oral sex Diablo had ever received.
She alternated hands, speed, and how much of him she had in her mouth until she had all seven inches in, disabling her gag reflex. Diablo began almost pulling away from Cameran to delay what was coming but it was too late. Cameran felt hot, sticky liquid rush down her throat as she continued swirling her tongue beneath his now soft organ.
She let him relax into his bed and take in what she had just done. She left him there, on the bed, as she walked over to his dresser and rummaged through her purse. She retrieved a toothbrush and disappeared out of the room into the bathroom. As she brushed her teeth and gargled until her throat was raw she thought,
*Damn… just, damn. I can’t believe I just did that.* After she had gargled, rinsed, and repeated five times she looked in the mirror and whispered, “Minty fresh.”
Cameran strolled into Diablo’s room again, still in gleaming neon pink bikini. She noticed he was now sitting upright on the edge of the bed not saying anything or moving. She went over to the bed and kneeled behind him on the bed, massaging his shoulder blades which were firm in her girlish hands. She worked her fingertips down to his hands and unhinged the handcuffs.
Immediately Diablo pounced on her, knocking the wind out of her. He planted kisses upon her neck and collar bone. She wrapped her arms around his waist and let him rest his body in-between her legs, taking care not to clench them for fear of exciting herself too much. Diablo looked at her through the black light illuminated room and Cameran saw his earring gleam.
Diablo pulled Cameran’s bikini top off and kissed her breasts, licking and sucking her nipples as he pinned her wrists down with his hands. Cameran moved her body and stopped resisting the urge to tighten her legs against Diablo’s body. Diablo continued kissing his way down to her belly button where he licked his way to her bikini bottom. Freeing her hands to hold on to his neck and shoulders, he untied the bottoms and grabbed them and the top and tossed them on the floor next to his wife-beater. Cameran didn’t remember Diablo taking his shorts off, but they were off. All Diablo had on was his RocaWear boxers while Cameran remained as naked and as shameless as the day she was born.
Diablo began kissing and licking Cameran’s folds and she began rubbing and scratching Diablo’s back as he proceeded. Cameran shivered when she felt the cold titanium barbell of his tongue-ring hit her button and she instantly wanted more. She pushed her body closer to Diablo’s mouth and he obliged her center by using his fingers to pay special attention to the rest of her folds which were dripping with thick liquid by now.
Diablo took his right hand and began slipping his index finger into Cameran. In response, she winced and attempted to move.
“…Diablo… it hurts.” He ignored her protests, knowing it had to be done. He forced his finger inside of her and explored her uncharted paradise as she whelped and writhed in pain. He slid his finger in and out until Cameran began moving toward his hand instead of away. He kept licking, fingering, and kissing.
Diablo sped up and reached his other hand to Cameran’s mouth. She licked and sucked his finger, imitating what she had done on his dick, and arching her back, hoping Diablo never stopped. Diablo began alternating his finger with his tongue. He plunged it into her, barbell and all as Cameran continued to whine.
“No Diablo… Oh God… stop….” Cameran breathily lied. Diablo started licking and kissing again, working his way back up to Cameran’s mouth. Somehow he had come out of his boxers.
Cameran opened her eyes and let her pupils readjust. Diablo’s earring glinted and shined. She could make out in the dimness of the room that he was smirking; that conceited “I conquered” smirk. He then commenced to kiss her neck and nibble at her lips.
“Told you I’d get you outta your pants.” Diablo reminded. At his arrogant comment Cameran attempted to move away from his lips but he kept her pinned by her wrists to the bed.
“Let me go.” Cameran said. Diablo freed her hands and she began purposely clawing his back with her fingernails. Imagining how it looked to see her French manicure raking across his perfectly toned shoulder blades made Diablo hard again. Reaching over her, he opened the drawer beside his bed and Cameran’s attention was diverted from scratching his back when she saw the many pairs of silk panties amidst the plethora of car keys and his police record. Rolling her eyes she said,
“I know you don’t think you’re gonna add my bikini to your collection.” Cameran protested.
“Naw, Ima frame it and put it on my wall.” Diablo sarcastically jeered as he continued to search. Cameran ignored him and closed her eyes.
Hearing the candy-wrapper like noise, she reopened her eyes. By the time she had realized what Diablo was doing, the condom was already on and he had began to kiss her again.
“Why the hell is it glowing? Is it defective?” Cameran ignorantly asked.
“No. It glows in black light.” Diablo continued to kiss.
Cameran opened her legs wider and brought her knees up to Diablo’s abdomen where they captured him in her hold. He French-kissed Cameran, gingerly…. Almost as if to ward off any feelings of uncertainty she might have had.
Diablo positioned his dick at the lips of her folds and slowly moved in an upward, forward motion. Naturally, Cameran tried to slide away, up further, from the pain. Diablo sat up onto his knees and pulled Cameran’s legs to wrap around his waist. Cameran tightly clasped her arms together and pinned them to her chest trying to exert the pain she felt “down there” upon her arms and chest. Diablo put his hands on Cameran’s waist so she couldn’t move and he drove into her again, the tip of his penis feeling her membranes snap and rip apart. Cameran screamed.
“What the fuck! Diablo stop, stop. Oh my fucking God! Stop!!!” Cameran’s flower continued to swallow all of Diablo with a more than tight grip, and Diablo slid his finger in Cameran’s mouth to hush her, and yet he continued to plow into her. Cameran’s whines and screams were still present but less audible. “You bastard! I hate you!” she cried through his finger.
Over the course of the next half an hour Cameran squirmed and moved; whined and cried. She wondered what the hell possessed her to do something like this. Diablo seemed like he was having the time of his life though.
“Damn Cameran. You’re so tight.” he would say ever so often.
“That must explain why IT STILL FUCKING HURTS!” she bitterly replied. Sensing her angst Diablo slowed down, becoming more focused on getting her off now instead of using her body as a recreational tool.
Diablo slid his dick back and forth into Cameran very slowly, pausing when the tip was at the beginning of her pussy. Cameran bit her lip and fruitlessly moved her body toward his dick. Diablo saw her response and continued his actions. Cameran’s whines and screams turned to moans.
She grabbed for Diablo’s body to be closer to hers and he obliged her by laying on top of her and thrusting his hips into her.
Diablo kissed Cameran’s lips which had completely lost all traces of the pink gloss they had originally worn. They were now flushed with red. Her hair was sprawled across Diablo’s pillows like wispy ribbons of midnight sky. He buried his face into it continuing to entice her body with previously unknown sensations.
“Diablo…yes…fuck yes….. I’m almost… yea… I’m almost… there.” Cameran’s body exploded into a million sensations. She could feel every nerve ending in her body and Diablo was still licking and kissing her, the Chrome still lingering on him, enveloping her nose and making it last even longer.
Cameran’s body melted into the bed and she sighed. Diablo laughed as he looked her now tired body up and down.
“Damn Cameran… you got it bad.” But she wasn’t listening. She was drifting off to sleep. For she knew before she came over to Diablo’s house, before sophomore year began, before she was in junior high, sex was the best sleep aid.
Diablo lied beside Cameran, wrapping his arm around her waist, spooning with her.

***
The sunlight shined into Cameran’s face. The sunrise flooded Diablo’s room and warmed everything it washed over. Cameran sat up and rolled her eyes, smirking and remembering what happened. She looked over and saw Diablo sleeping. She then realized she was naked and retrieved her bikini off the floor. She stood up and slipped it on.
Sitting back on the bed she let the sun dance light beams on her face. She then laid on her stomach beside Diablo, resting on her elbows. She looked at him, how innocent he looked when he was sleeping but really she knew better. A bad ass until the day he died.
Her arm next to his, she smirked, thinking how beautiful it was. Her caramel-colored skin looked brilliant against his ivory-tanned arm.