CLUTCH MY PEARLS

     I remember the day I received my first string of pearls. My mother and grandmother presented them to me. That black case with the velvet lining spoke volumes... it spoke of privilege, tradition and expectations. Those pearls at the time represented the end of my carefree life and the beginning of having to be proper and ladylike. In my mind, accepting those pearls meant losing myself. Reluctantly, I accepted my pearls and the expectations that came with them.
     The first time my string of pearls broke was at dinner with my family. Inside I was elated because I knew that my jeweled prison had been unlocked and freedom was mine. However, outside I had to show shock and devastation. My mother hugged me and assured me that everything was okay. We went about picking up the pearls and putting them in a container. Mentally, I did a happy dance-- me, Marissa, had victory over the pearls because they would never adorn my neck again. That was a short lived victory because a week later they had been restrung and placed on me yet again.
     I went about living my life and keeping the "good girl" persona in public view. However, on the low I was having my fun all while wearing those pearls. Not once had they broken until I met Alexander--- a fine piece of dark chocolate with a bald head, a goatee and a body that let me know what the Greek god Adonis could have possibly looked like. This man was breathtaking and he wanted me. Don't get me wrong because I am a big girl with some serious sex appeal. Caramel complexion, big doe eyes, a smile that's contagious, a bodacious bust-line, an ass with a seductive sway  and a brilliant mind. So when Alexander started to show an interest I definitely worked  what my parents gave me.
     As we got to know each other the topic of intimacy came up. He jokingly said "Rissa you are not ready for me." I flirtatiously replied "Alex, you're not ready for me. Don't let this big girl turn up and turn you out." Smiling, I threw out the challenge. Smiling, he accepted.
     My brain realized what my mouth had said and immediately thought "What the hell did you just do?" I couldn't back down and I prayed that if we got that far I would still be able to stand and walk.
     He started it. One night as we headed to dinner his hand rested on my knee, I felt it slowly move up my thigh, I felt his fingers seeking out my heat and my legs parted slightly as his fingers tantalized my pussy creating a puddle of moisture. "So, my Rissa do you still think you're ready for me?" "Well, Alex, what do you think?" Dinner went as planned with no further incidents.
     I couldn't let him out do me. So, I had my own plan. My opportunity came while he was at his desk on the phone. Absently he accepted my kiss. He relaxed a little as I massaged his shoulders. He leaned back in his chair talking and I slowly came and stood in front of him. Ever so slowly I dropped to my knees, unzipped his pants and took out his dick. His eyes widened as the realization of what was about to happen hit him. I took him in my mouth. Slowly licking him until he was hard. Licking, stroking and sucking until he put a hand in my hair and started pumping. I knew I had met the challenge when he told the person on the phone "Oh, shit man! I got to go!" Looking up I asked "Are you sure you're ready for me?"
     This cat and mouse thing went on for weeks. It was our extended foreplay. The time came for us to stop playing games. The night was stormy with rain hitting the windows. Candles were lit and music was playing. We sat there talking, hugging, kissing and caressing. It was the perfect night for us to go to the next level. We took our time as we undressed each other. He kissed every inch of my body. When he took my nipple in his mouth all I could do was pull him close and wrap a leg around his waist to get what I wanted. He softly laughed and led me to the bed. He came up behind me caressing my breasts, stroking my clit and gently inserting a finger to see if I was ready. I felt his hardness on my back. He whispered "You ready?" All I could do was moan "Hmmm" He bent me over the bed. He gently put the head in and I gasped because this man was truly blessed. Slowly he put the whole length of his dick in me. Damn it felt good. He was thrusting, finding our rhythm, with his hands on my waist. Then as I caught the rhythm I threw my ass back and started fucking him. His hands moved to my shoulders then he clutched my pearls as we fucked harder and faster. As he came, clutching my pearls, the string broke. Well, damn! The pleasure was worth the pearls breaking.
     A few days later I asked my mother where I could get the pearls restrung. She wanted to know why and how they broke. I just muttered it was an accident. As she looked at me she smiled. What she said made me laugh, "Welcome to the pearl club. It takes a beast to clutch your pearls and break them. Baby girl, close your mouth. There's nothing wrong with getting those pearls clutched. Mine get clutched quite often." She winked as she walked away.