Sex with beautiful women had never been a problem for Pennsylvania Ness.
From the age of sixteen the movie star handsome football hero had had
his pick of beautiful girls only too delighted to permit his erotic
entry. But now, at twenty-six, Pennsylvania had a beautiful problem, and
the beautiful problem’s name was Conchita.
‘Caramba!’ Conchita exclaimed, pulling Pennsylvania’s hand away
from her thigh. ‘I am trying to have a conversation with you and all
you can think about is sex.’ Her dark eyes flashed angrily and she
tossed her heavy brown locks over her shoulder. ‘You think with your
dick, Pennsyl, is there nothing more to you?’
‘That’s not fair,’ Pennsylvania countered, eyeing and fighting the
desire to caress the beautiful, bare shoulder, ‘I tried to listen but
you’re purposely arousing me, what do you expect?’
Conchita primped. It was true, she couldn’t help herself, even when
she wanted more from Pennsylvania than sex, she still needed to know she
drove him mad with desire. ‘I don’t know what you mean,’ she lied,
pursing her thick lips seductively, ‘I thought I was having an
intelligent conversation with you but your brain is ruled by your dick
and you’re not listening, you never listen.’
This was not entirely true. Although Pennsylvania found it difficult to
listen, he’d been making a sincere effort to stay focused. But the
woman he desired most in the world possessed a body that couldn’t be
ignored. Every inch of her was exquisite and demanded his constant
attention. How could he look at her legs without running his hand up
those perfect thighs; gaze at her cleavage without slipping his fingers
into its silkiness; put his arm around her tiny waist without running
his hand over her rounded buttocks? Aware, however, that his girlfriend
wanted more from him, he’d made concerted, albeit miserable, attempts
to pay attention whenever she began one of her intense, in-depth
discussions on mind-numbing subjects.
But as good as his intentions were, listening had proved difficult for
the footballer - it was not something he’d ever considered important.
In the past, Pennsylvania had always resisted conversations with
girlfriends, ‘Start talking to your girlfriend,’ he’d told his
friends, ‘and you may as well marry her.’ But Conchita was
different, she was the only woman he’d wanted to keep around for
anything other than sex. The Latin beauty made him happy in ways other
women hadn’t, and he saw the danger in ignoring her. Determined to
prove his worth, he’d contributed to this evening’s discussion on
the benefits of vegetable fats over animal fats with two carefully
considered replies. But when the woman of his dreams had curled up on
his lap, her hair cascading across his chest, her soft, smooth arms
wrapped around his neck, all thought of fats of any kind had vanished
from his mind and, without thinking, he began caressing her leg, his
hand slowly creeping up under her short skirt. This had been entirely
what she’d expected, but her boyfriend’s astute perception of her
wily ways had angered her, and after feigning righteous indignation,
‘I was not trying to seduce you, I was trying to have an intelligent
conversation,’ Conchita leapt from his lap, grabbed her handbag and
stormed off towards the front door.
Pennsylvania quickly followed. He caught her in the hallway. ‘Don’t
go, Chita,’ he gently took her arm and turned her around, ‘I was
listening, I promise, I can multi task!’
‘No, you can’t!’ she snapped angrily, leaning towards him, her
face close to his. ‘I have no idea how you concentrate long enough to
play football.’ She leaned closer, ‘Football and your dick, they are
your life,’ her breasts rose and fell with each breath as they fought
the confines of her tight midriff top. Pennsylvania’s gaze journeyed
south and remained glued there. Conchita couldn’t believe it.
‘You’re doing it again,’ she yelled, ‘you’re impossible.’
She swung her handbag towards his face but Pennsylvania instinctively
ducked and the bag caught a glancing blow to the top of his head.
Conchita turned, raced to the door, opened it and disappeared, yelling
loudly as she went, ‘You see everything through your dick,
Had she waited another two seconds she’d have witnessed the disastrous
result of her bag attack. Pennsylvania’s body was bent to one side
from dodging the handbag. In a desperate attempt to follow Conchita, he
twisted his legs and launched himself forward, but his feet became
entangled in the thick pile rug that bunched beneath him, and the star
footballer fell headlong onto the door, smashing his head on the handle
and dropping unconscious to the floor.
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