Beautiful Music©
Beautiful Music ©
“So what are you saying
then, you’re not fucking her?!?!” Chauncey tried to grab my hands as I reached
to slap him. But it was too late my hand had already connected with his face.
“Angela, why we got to go through this? I love you. I’m not fucking Jane nor is
Jane fucking me.” “Chauncey, whatever I trusted you but fine if you want to be
with the bitch then be with the bitch.” I felt the warm tears running down my
face as I sat on the edge of the bed.
I had
fallen in love with Chauncey due to his creativity he was a musician I was a
singer. We made beautiful music together in the studio and in the bedroom. I
was sixteen when we met he was seventeen. I thought I had found a kindred spirit
in him. Now I’m nineteen he had become a big time record producer seemingly
overnight and over the last few months our relationship had turned sour. It
went from us staying up all night writing songs and collaborating to us not
talking for days and exchanging evil glares.
“Chauncey, I saw the fucking text
messages. Oh Jane I miss you. Oh Jane I need you. Oh Jane, Jane, Jane. What the
fuck Chauncey?! What I’m not good enough anymore?” Chauncey sat down beside me,
“Jane is a friend, who needs help.” “Fuck Jane, what about me? Do you know how
I felt reading that shit? It reminded me of when we first got together. How
good that shit made me feel.”
Chauncey
looked me dead in the eyes with those dark, bedroom eyes that used to put me in
a trance. “Angela, I still love you. And I still feel the same way about you.”
Jane
was Chauncey’s so called “protégé” she wasn’t all that talented, but with the
right team she’d definitely blow up. She had that look that the industry loved;
very generic and easily molded. In today’s industry it didn’t take much talent
to make it just the right team. Chauncey spent more time with her than he did
with me. I didn’t want to sound paranoid or jealous so I didn’t say anything
until today when his phone was vibrating like crazy and I went to shut it down.
All I saw was these lovey-dovey text messages between him and Jane. As I read
the text messages it felt like my heart was breaking. Chauncey had once been my
support system now he was doing this to me.
Chauncey moved closer to me and
kissed me on the lips then down to the spot on my neck that he knew always made
me wet. He whispered into my ear, “I love you, Angela forever and for always.”
He slowly moved me back on the bed and moved between my legs. He slowly pulled
my sweatpants off revealing my red lace underwear.
As
much as I hated Chauncey I loved him. I looked into Chauncey’s eyes as he
slowly took my panties off and unbuckled his belt. He took his pants off and
threw them to the floor. He took off his white T revealing that ripped
chocolate brown body only God could have sculpted. Chauncey moved his soft
hands under my tank top and removed it then he unsnapped my bra so quick I
didn’t even realize it was gone. Chauncey just gave me this mischievous smile.
He took off my boxers and slowly moved his dick inside of me. I bit my lip
trying to keep from crying not tears from the sex but tears from the mental
hurt. How could I so willingly have sex with a guy who was blatantly
disrespecting me? The hurt of knowing the person inside of me didn’t love me
anymore. I placed my hands on top of Chauncey silky ass waves. I thought back
to the first time we’d made love. It had been my first time ever and I remember
stroking my hands up and down his head to forget about the pain and that smile
he’d given me.
I looked at Chauncey as he awkwardly stroked away to his
heart’s content. He didn’t even fuck me the way he used to. He was talking shit
about who’s pussy it was, blah, blah. It was so half-hearted it was pathetic.
That mess went in one ear and out the other. He thought he was really doing
something I conjured up a couple of porno star moans and a few Oh Daddies’ to
stroke his ego.
That was
until his cell phone rang, I recognized it as Jane’s personal Ringer ID the
same as mine, “Let’s Get It On”. Chauncey sprang up from between my legs to
answer, “Yes babe. What is it?” I heard Jane’s annoying voice on the other end
of the phone, “Okay I will be right there.”
Chauncey almost broke his neck to
get up and put his hoodie, sweats, and sneakers on.. I sat up on the bed and
headed straight for the shower. I was sick of this shit! I took a long shower.
I got out of the shower and slid on a pair of jeans, a tight white tank top, a
long gold chain, and a pair of gold flats. I headed straight for the closet and
packed the few possessions I had at his crib. The tears continued flowing.
I
stuffed them all into my Louis Vuitton duffel bag. I was heading back to my own
apartment and staying there for good but I heard the doorbell ring. I went to
answer it and there he stood, Black. Black was one of Chauncey’s artist and
probably the finest dude I’d ever laid eyes on. He had on a black Ralph Lauren
polo with a big white horse on it, a pair of light blue jeans, his long diamond
studded chain, and a pair of black and white Jordans. He was dark chocolate, he
had thick sensuous lips, beautiful brown eyes, wavy black hair, and this
southern accent that kept me hot. I just loved listening to his music and some
nights I fantasized he was making love to me instead of Chauncey I almost
fucked up one night and called Chauncey by his name.
“Hey Angela is Chauncey
here?” I quickly attempted to wipe tears away, “Oh nah I’m sorry Black he
isn’t. But come in.” Black came into the living room and sat down. Black gave
me a concerned look, “What’s wrong, Angela?” I quickly wiped away the remaining
tears, “I’m fine, Black.” Black placed his hand against my arm, “Are you sure?”
I tried to lie, but what’s the use. “Me and Chauncey. It’s over.” Black gave me
an unsurprised look, “Damn. So you found out about Jane, huh?” I shook my head
and gave a pissed off smile, “So you knew, huh?” Black looked away, “I’ve known
for a minute. But it wasn’t my place to tell you.” “It’s okay.”
“You deserve so
much more though if you ask me, Angela.” I smiled, “Thanks.” I made eye contact
with Black. “No need to thank me.” I decided to change the subject. I would
have my sister circle to talk about Chauncey with. “So I heard you in the studio
working on some new stuff?” “Yeah, matter of fact that’s why I came by here.
Chauncey and I were supposed to be doing some work tonight on this beat.”
“Word.” “Yeah do you want to hear it?” “Of course.”
Black and I made our way
to the dimly lit studio on the second floor.
Black went over to the shelf and pulled some of his
recordings. He put them on the beat that was signature Chauncey. But Black’s
rhymes is what made it hot. “I love it, Black.” “Thanks, Angel.” I laughed at
my newfound nickname. Black started rapping his verse to me, Her ass too thick, his lips too slick, her
hips too perfect... Black made it seem like he was rapping about me,
“Sounds good to me.” Black seductively licked his lips, “It should it’s about
you.” My nipples instantly started to harden, Black instantly took notice of my
braless titties. He reached across and rubbed his fingers across my nipples. My
pulse moved to between my legs. He licked his lips again, and I repositioned
myself in my chair. “Oh really?”
Black knew he had me and I wasn’t going to
front on him. If he wanted me he could have me no question asked. Yeah, some
girls might say I’m trifling for screwing my man’s “best friend”. But the
feeling was mutual. Black scanned my body, and I knew it was over. I had been
good to Chauncey and he’d started treating me like shit over a new piece of ass.
“Yes, really. Angel I’m going to be straight up. I wanted you from the moment I
saw you.”, he said so seductively.” “Are you serious?” “Yes Angel.” Black
turned his chair to face me more directly. I got up from my chair and straddled
him and placed arms around his neck. I smiled “See the thing is Black. I want
you too. I want to feel you. Every since the first time I saw you as well. At
the pool party that time, I remember how your trunks outlined your dick.” He
moved his hands slowly down my waist and rested them on my ass.
I leaned
down and whispered in his ear, “Black give it to me.” I started sucking on his
earlobe. I sucked on his neck where his pulse beat was. I reached for his belt
buckle and unzipped his pants. He just bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes. Black
slowly moved me away, “Nah Angela this is about you.” He motioned for me
towards the black leather sofa in the corner. I got up and made my way over to
it, and laid back. Black removed my tank freeing my breasts he slowly started
sucking on my breast and rubbing on them. I let out a soft moan; his lips were
soft and succulent just as I imagined them to be. I ran my hand across his head.
“Ummmm Black…” Black just moved to my other titty and started sucking on it and
he pressed them together and started working magic on them both at the same
time. I unzipped my jeans, and kicked off my shoes. Black removed my panties
and spread my leg. He looked at my wet, glistening pussy, and smiled. He moved
his head between my legs and he moved his tongue between my slit to find my
clit. My hands gripped the couch. Black sucked on my clit, he kissed me inner
thigh. He swirled his tongue around inside of me. He started teasing my clit
with his tongue and he knew exactly when to hit the spot. He gently bit my
clit, “Oh shit, baby. I’m coming.” It felt like my body was exploding from the
orgasm. My body hadn’t felt that good ever.
I pulled away from Black, he
looked at me with my pussy juices shining on his lips. “What’s wrong?” I smiled
naughtily, “Nothing just get naked.” I stood up and helped Black get undressed.
My mouth hung open when I saw his dick, he was damn near nine inches. I knew
the bottom was about to get knocked out of my pussy. “Lay down.”
Black lay
down and I got on top of his face, and moved my face closed to his dick. I
slowly moved my mouth onto his dick. Black was already giving my pussy a tongue-lashing,
I started giving Black the Karrine Steffans treatment. All I can say is 69 was
a very good year. The black chair was covered in our essence.
We both came
at the same time, we laid there spent until we got our second wind.
I got on
all fours as Black came up behind me and slid his dick inside of me. I had to
grip the chair again to keep from screaming. It felt like his dick was up in my
stomach. Black started working my ass over; he was giving me this intense mix
of pleasure and pain but I loved it. I felt my pussy walls shuddering and the
powerful energy release of my climax. But Black didn’t stop to let me catch my
breath.
I got on top of Black and started riding him. I looked down into
Black’s eyes and saw this look of ecstasy. He closed his eyes as I slowed down
and speeded up my rhythm. Those years of dancing really helped keep my hips in
my rhythm with his body. As I came, Black bent me over the chair and started
tearing me up for real. I started crying it felt so good.
Black and I
continued fucking like animals. “Fuck me, Black! Ohhh shit baby.”
Black was a
silent lover, which is good if you used to a dude who thinks he’s Mr. Marcus.
Black just smiled and placed his hand on the part of my back between my
shoulders. “You like this, Angela?” I couldn’t answer I was too overcome with
pleasure to answer. I just nodded my head. Black flipped me over and put my
legs over his shoulders. Black was giving it to me so damn good. Black drove
deep inside of me. His face had this focused looked on this face like making me
come was his only goal. That was driving me crazy. I placed my hands on the
back of his neck. I was a few strokes away from another orgasm when my head
slowly looked over towards the door. Black’s eyes followed mine. I saw both
Jane and Chauncey standing there with their mouths hung wide open. Jane’s dress
was hanging off and Chauncey shirt was covered in lipstick.
“Keep going,
Black.” Black continued fucking me, “Oh shit, Black.” Black dick was still
going deep inside of me, my back arched, he lifted me up and fucked me until he
came all inside of me.
I just smiled at them both. Black looked at Chauncey
and got up to get dressed. Black had given it to me in the worst way since
Thursday; my ass could barely even walk.
“What the fuck are you doing,
Angela?!” Chauncey screamed at me at the top of his lungs. I just laughed,
“What does it look like my dude? You’re a big boy you should know.” Black gave
Chauncey an evil glare, “Black you supposed to be my boy.” “One man’s trash is
another man’s treasure.” Jane just looked at me with a shocked expression as I
stood naked and smiling. Jane’s ass wished she had it like me. All I can say is
get like me patna.
I slowly started putting my clothes back on. Black and I
triumphantly walked out of the studio past both Jane and Chauncey.
Chauncey
called me every type of bitch imaginable but you can be surprised what some
good dick can do for your attitude. He told me never to show my face at his
house again. Which was fine with me, I collected my duffel bag and headed out
the door. I got into my car and Black followed me to my place, where we took
off right where we started. In the morning Black and I made love again.
Now a year
later Black and I both are topping the charts. Jane and Chauncey aren’t fairing
as well her album debuted on the chart at number 55 and Chauncey beats have
become less and less popular.
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