ISABELLA

      It was a normal Wednesday night. I was sitting comfortably on the couch in a pair of red orange skinny jeans and a loose backless black top, the flat black Sigerson Moorison boots I'd worn earlier had been kicked aside as soon as I entered the apartment a few hours ago, with my accounting book lying open in front of me. A pair of silver rimless Versace reading glasses was at the end of my nose and I tried my best to stay focused on taking notes on accrual accounting but it wasn't working at all. Omari sat at the center of the couch watching a basketball game he'd TiVo'd but had yet to watch and was totally immersed in the game. He sat there with his eyes glued to the TV and an imported beer in his hand wearing nothing but a pair of baggy sweatpants that rode low on his hips. Normally I was able to be around Omari without letting my hormones get the best of me, but lately it had been getting harder to be around him and not want to jump him. Like now when he had his sculpted arms and perfectly chiseled chest out on display.

      'Stop it Isabella!' I mentally reprimanded myself and forced my eyes back on my text book. I'd barely gotten through two pages when I glanced up to look at Omari again. He was cursing at the ref for calling a foul on his team and his tense chocolate coated stomach was calling out to me and I just wanted to see if he was as tight as he looked...if he tasted as good as he looked. 'Stop it!' Again I forced myself to concentrate on my work and tried my best not to let Omari distract me.

OMARI

      One of the short mini commercials came on and I turned my attention to Isabella and tried to fight down a smirk. I was into my game but I already knew who was going to win so while the game had my attention-it didn't have my undivided attention. I'd felt Isabella's concentrated gaze on me and it didn't take a genius to guess why. We'd been married for a little over three months now and I cared for her, that much was obvious, I was also horny as hell and if she was going to be prancing around the house in her booty shorts, low riding jeans, and shirts with plunging necklines then damn it I was going to be walking around shirtless. I wasn't going to be the only one sexually frustrated up in this damn house.

ISABELLA

      I had finished typing my notes and had just pulled up Excel when, on their own accord, my eyes snapped back to Omari only this time he wasn't looking at the TV. He was staring at me. A blush fought its way onto my cheeks and I immediately pulled my eyes back to the screen of my macbook pro. Omari laughed lightly in amusement before speaking.

      "You do that a lot you know," he said in amusement.

      "Do what?" I asked curiously, turning my full attention to him.

      "Blush. Do I make you uncomfortable?" he asked.

      I shifted in my seat and pushed my glasses higher on my nose before resuming entering values into my spreadsheet.

      "That's rude Izzie," he continued before pausing his game and making his way towards me.

      "What do you want me to say Omari?" I snapped.

      He bent down and pulled the laptop off my lap, closed it, and placed it on the ottoman. Next, he grabbed my textbook and placed it on top of the laptop before grabbing my hands and pulling me off the sofa.

      "What-" I started but he placed his index finger on my lips before gently trailing his fingers up my cheeks and plucking off my reading glasses.

      He held my face in his hands and his thumbs caressed my cheeks lightly before he leaned down and captured my top lip between his. I didn't even think twice about responding and turned my head on an angle and slipped my tongue inside his mouth. Omari's tongue expertly circled mine and gently began sucking on it. I moaned lightly and allowed my arms to wrap around his neck while his hands slid down my torso, past my hips, and gripped my ass. All rational thought escaped me and I decided to just enjoy the moment.

OMARI

      I bent my knees and got a better grip of Isabella's behind before I stood straight and lifted her off the floor. She instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist and I carried her out of the living room and into my bedroom. We parted slightly as I gently placed her on the bed and I glanced at her as she nervously bit her bottom lip.

      "We don't have to do anything you're not ready for," I reminded her.

      She looked up at me, trust shining in her eyes, she released her lip and lightly said, "I want to do this just...just go slow."

      I nodded and leaned down to kiss her again and gently bit her lower lip before sliding my hands under the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her body. Isabella arched her back and lifted her arms so that I could pull the shirt over her head. As soon as I'd tossed her shirt to the side she immediately moved her hands to cover her breasts and I realized that I'd have some work to do in getting her comfortable with me.

      "You trust me?" I asked her.

      "Yes," she whispered.

      "Then relax," I commanded softly as I grabbed her hands and pulled them off my breasts...yes my. "Now close your eyes and just feel."

ISABELLA

      It was late, well later than I'd usually get up, when I woke up the next morning though I couldn't be bothered to care. I was wrapped in Omari's arms and the slight soreness of my body made sure to remind me that I'd lost my virginity the night before. I'd grown up with quite a few girl friends, most of whom had lost their virginity years ago, and I'd heard the horror stories about the first time being extremely painful and ending almost as soon as the pleasure began. The average consensus was that, while you never forgot your first time, it wasn't exactly the most memorable (pleasure wise) experience to be had. Needless to say that didn't help Omari's job at all.

      I was tense, even though I tried to hammer it in my head not to be, and the deep breaths I took just weren't helping at all. Omari was patient with me though. He was gentle and caressed my body, bestowed kisses upon it, and just made it seem as if I had no flaws. He was attentive and it wasn't until I was completely relaxed that he allowed his tongue, and fingers, to travel to the place that only I (and my OBGYN) had seen since I was old enough to bathe on my own.

      By the time we moved onto penetration I was completely relaxed and ready, a few orgasms would do that for you. He was gentle at first, conscious of the fact that he was larger than average and this was my first time, with slow and easy strokes to allow the pain to ease as well as for me to get used to having something quite a few times larger than a tampon in me. After I'd adjusted to his size he slipped his hand on my lower back to re-angle my hips before thrusting into me. He'd used every skill he'd obtained over the years and to say I was appreciative to every lover he'd ever had was an understatement. It was obvious that none of my friends had shared their first time with a man with experience because not only had Omari prepared me well he made sure it was a pleasurable experience and that I came; and lord knows I did...again, and again, and again.

      Just then Omari began to stir and I felt my cheeks heat. I berated myself instantly over that. It wasn't like he could read minds and would know what I was thinking.

      "Good morning," he whispered against my neck.

      "Good morning," I returned and slowly turned in his arms and leaned into to give him a kiss.

      "You sore?" he asked with concern in his eyes.

      I nodded in confirmation and he bent over to kiss my forehead before releasing me and sliding out of bed. He slipped back into his boxers before coming over to my side of the bed and lifting me as if I weighed nothing and carried me out of his bedroom. Omari entered my bedroom and headed for my bathroom. He gently placed me on the covered toilet bowl before heading over to my tub and began to fill it with hot water. While the tub filled he began to thumb around the various bottles lining the tub before pouring a couple of cap fulls of one bottle into the running water. It didn't take long for the scent to waft over to where I was and I immediately knew that he'd mixed my vintage gardenia scented Jo Malone bath oil into the water. Once the water was at a reasonable level he turned off the faucets and turned his attention back to me and unwrapped the sheet that had been covering me and gently positioned me in the water.

      "Just relax and soak for a while," he stated before pushing my unruly hair from my face before leaving so that he could shower and get ready for the day.

PAULA

      "So what's up?" I asked Isabella from my computer as the two of us conversed over IM and web cam. "You've been blowing up my phone all day."

      "I just really needed to talk to you," Is replied.

      "Well I'm all ears and have the room to myself so spill," I told her.

      "Last night," she started as a faint blush began to form on her cheeks.

      "Yes, that's a good start," I urged her. "Last night. So what happened last night?" I saw the look on her face through the web cam so I decided to take the calm approach so she'd let it out easily. I hoped it wasn't something off the wall though.

      "Last night," she typed and paused before finishing her thought, "Omari and I made love."

      "No you didn't!" I typed back in bold caps as I stared at her face in the web cam to see if she was serious.

      "I was there Paula. I think I'd know," she typed back sarcastically.

      "Oh my God!" I exclaimed to myself knowing that this was a huge deal.

      Isabella wasn't the average chick who, if she was in the mood, would sleep with a guy with no attachments. This meant something and I needed all the details and waiting for her to type things out just wasn't going to cut it. I signed off the IM and grabbed my phone pressing speed dial number 1 and waited for Is to pick up her phone.

      "Hey Paula," she replied with amusement in her tone.

      "Enough with the pleasantries," I interrupted. "What's the 4-1-1?"

      "What's the 4-1-1 hun? You know I got it going on," she sang.

      "Bitch don't make me hurt you," I snapped causing her to bust out laughing.

      "What do you want to know?" she asked once she calmed down a bit.

      "The most important thing," I answered seriously.

      "And that is?" she asked.

      "Was it any good?"

      "Girl," she stated in an exaggerated manner.

      "It was that good?" I asked excited. I hadn't had any in a while so I was living vicariously through her at the moment.

      "Was it," she replied in a satisfied tone.

      "Well damn," I replied in a smile before getting serious and saying, "so you love him?"

      "As much as I'd like to deny it, I do," she answered.

      "Why would you want to deny something like that?" I asked her before pointing out some key facts, "Omari's your husband and not only is he a cool dude to be around he's a cutie who fucks you right. Be happy bitch."

      She laughed and said, "I am. I just hate the fact that my mother was right."

      "I hate it when my mom is right about certain things too, but just be glad this worked out in your favor. You could have ended up married to some egotistical bastard whose life goal was to make you miserable," I pointed out.

      "True," she concurred before saying, "So what's up with you?"

      "Not a damn thing. Just trying to study for this sociology test I have in the morning," I told her.

      "Well don't let me keep you. I just wanted to catch you up on the happenings of my life but your grades are top priority," she replied.

      "Aight mama. I'll call you later," I replied before ending our conversation.

      After I hung up the phone, I logged off my IM account and turned off my web cam before logging into my university's Blackboard so that I could download the study guide for the test.