“There. It’s perfect Baby.” Irie said adjusting my tie. My tuxedo fit just right.
“Thank you. You look so beautiful. Are you ready? Man, I can’t believe this day finally came. I guess it’s been a long time coming though, huh?” I asked, all of my words somewhat running together. I didn’t know why I was so nervous.
“It has been a long time coming, and even still, you couldn’t begin to imagine how much I love you Kenzi.” She whispered in my left ear holding my face in her hands like she’d done so many times before over the 10 years we’d known each other.
“I’m sure I have an idea.” I countered pulling away slightly to look in to her eyes while planting kisses on edges of her palms.
“Irie, come on baby. It’s time.” I could hear her mother say through the door to the beach house bedroom. She figured her daughter needed these last few moments to herself before she walked down the aisle.
“I’m coming mama. Just give me one more second to get myself together.” She responded exhaling deeply.
“Alright. It’s your day Baby girl. Just don’t make us wait all night now. You know how we old folks get after a while.” She said with a chuckle. Her mother was older, but damn sure still fine.
Irie was beautiful standing in front of me; deep ebony complexion, face clean, and bare. The lavender dress she wore complimented better than anything I’d ever seen graze her skin. She smelled of ginger and honey infused vanilla and only stood only an inch and a half taller than me in her heels.
“You really do look handsome in that tux Kenzi.” She said as I adjusted my tie one final time.
“You still know how to make me smile.”
“That’s my job.” She said with a wink.
“Well, it’s about that time. You ready?” I said with a sigh.
“Yes. Just one more thing.” She said grabbing me by the lapels on my tuxedo jacket and pulling me within an inch of her face.
I tasted her lips in my mind before they ever hit mine. Before I knew what had happened,
honey flavored kissed infiltrated my senses and for a moment I forgot that I was just her best man. Then again, despite the fact that I’d be watching my best friend marry another woman, we both knew we were always meant to be lovers.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
“So then she just left? Why in the fuck did Carter have to come last night of all nights in the world?” Toni asked through the phone in a hushed but urgent voice. She was at work.
I was lying down in my queen sized bed filling one of my best friends in about the previous night’s events with Erin. I guess if it were anyone else I would have been too embarrassed to discuss it. I liked to consider myself a pretty private person. This was different though. This was my support system. Between Ebony, Toni, and even Jazz’s inconsistent self, I needed them to confide in when moment’s like these arose. They didn’t come often, but when they did, boy were they a blessing.
“I mean, yes Toni. She sat there, waiting for me to explain for a minute. I tried to tell her I didn’t know the damn camera was on. I guess it didn’t sound too convincing since my conversation with you was recorded. She saw and heard it for herself.” I started to explain.
“Wait, wait, wait! What do you mean, you didn’t know it was on? You said you were going to record it when we were on the phone in the first place!” she started. The lawyer in her was coming out.
“Well, yes. I did tell you I was going to record it. That doesn’t mean I was actually going to do that shit.” I confessed.
“Well why in the hell did you tell me you were?! What was the point in that? Your case isn’t making sense Christian!” she exclaimed.
“You’re a lawyer. I’ve known you for a while now Toni. You’re one of my best friends. I think it’s safe to say I know you. I know that sometimes, you won’t shut up until you hear what you want to hear. So, that’s what I did. I told you what you wanted to hear. It didn’t hurt that I was a little tipsy and you sounded good on the phone. It was easy to do in the moment.” I said with a giggle.
Toni and I had never hooked up or even talked about it before. However, she was quite the flirt, as was I. Every now and then, our paths would cross be it in person, video chat, or on the phone and things would get a little heated, to say the least. I think it was her aggression. Maybe it was her confidence. I don’t know. There was something about the display of passion in her flirting. Sometimes she made me feel like I was the first and only woman she had ever seen. I don’t think I could ever tell her all of that though. I don’t think it went that deep for Toni. She just liked the challenge and the attention. She was a well-respected lawyer. It was typical Toni for you. It didn’t hurt that she was fine.
“Oh, the nerve of you people! Don’t try to play on my profession. I can’t believe you. So, if you had no intentions of even recording, how in the hell did the camera get turned on? You’re still not making sense. I know children who lie better than you Christian.” She said. Touché.
“I swear I didn’t turn it on. Wait; don’t turn this shit around on me like that! Don’t you have clients in your office?” I asked remembering her whispering through the receiver.
“No. I get paid for the case over all. This isn’t by the hour. They’re in the lobby anyway. I’ve been going over this with them for the past two hours. We needed a break. Don’t try to change the subject though! How in the hell did the camera turn on if you didn’t turn it on yourself?” she asked again. This was going to be harder than I thought it was.
“You don’t remember when I moved into my pad? You, the lawyer, suggested I get some extra protection, just in case. Despite the fact that there’s surveillance in the building, you didn’t think that was enough. You were the one who suggested I get the damn camera in the first place. You were the one who said that in the event that someone broke in to my home it would behoove me to have it recorded to use as evidence in the court of law. Yes, that was the typical lawyer mode coming out of you. You know, I didn’t even question you when you said it. I even paid for the camera that you suggested.” I pointed out. I was getting irritated the more I thought about.
“Well, it wasn’t all in vain. I mean, at least now we see that it really works. Hell, I might even go buy one for myself. You know my raggedy ass building doesn’t have a surveillance system.” She said with a sarcastically optimistic tone.
“First of all, your building isn’t raggedy. You live in condo in a well off neighborhood. Just because you don’t see any cameras doesn’t mean they aren’t there. Besides, you’ve got a neighborhood watch crew full of stay at home moms. Surveillance doesn’t really get better than that dear.” I shot back, matching the sarcastic half of her tone.
“Well actually I never asked if I had one, but I’m glad you love me enough to pay attention.” I could hear the smile on her face in her voice. How could I stay irritated with her? She really was trying to make light of the situation.
“So, wait. The camera’s motion activated?” She asked, finally putting the pieces together.
“Yes. So while you and I were on the phone, I was standing in the living room, where the camera is. I didn’t know it was recording everything that was going on. Then again, I guess that’s why I got it; so it wouldn’t be noticed.” I said filling in the details.
“Well, that makes sense now. But how did---” she started.
“Erin?” I chimed in.
“Yes, Erin, find out? How exactly did she see it again?” she asked.
“I told you she knocked it over after watching Carter and Jose in the act. I guess I scared her.” I confessed.
“Scared her how? What do you have to do with her knocking over the camera?”
“Well, I was watching Carter and Jose too.” I said.
“Mhm. I knew it! Scandalous!” She teased.
“Oh come off of it Toni. Let’s not forget some of the things we’ve discussed in our club meetings. You said yourself it was a bit of a turn on to watch other people in the act. You never specified gender.” I reminded her.
“No need to remind me. I know what I said. I never really thought about it. In the moment I was trying to get an invitation to watch you and---” she began.
“Don’t do that. I told you, there’s nothing between Jazz and I.” I said.
“I didn’t say Jazz.”
“But you were going to.”
“You wanted me to.”
“I told you there’s nothing between us.” I said again, this time hearing a bit of a crack in my voice.
“I’ve seen the way you two look at each other. Don’t try to fool me.”
“Honestly. We’re just close.”
“Fine. So be it. Now, back to Erin. What are you going to do? Better yet, what about Carter and this key situation? You forgot, huh?” she inquired.
“Yes. I guess I did. I’m so used to seeing him outside of the condo and he rarely comes over anymore. You know he’s been really busy lately with some project, I guess I just got used to having the place to myself again. It is my place, but for a while you know he’d been coming over every so often.” I said remembering just how much time Carter and I used to spend together.
“Guess you know better than to forget next time, if there’s a next time, huh?” she said jokingly.
Toni was right. I’d grown so accustomed to the people in my life coming and going as they pleased, that when people stopped coming by, I felt like a bachelor. Despite the fact that I was single and had been for some time now, it was different having my home all to myself these days.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I hope she’s ok. She really didn’t show too much emotion before she left. Hell, she didn’t show too much emotion at any point other than initial nervousness in the beginning. You think she’ll---”
“Christian, baby, relax. I love you. Clients are ready. Gotta go!” she said right before hanging up. Typical. Gone, just like that.
This was my ‘morning after’. I couldn’t help but wonder what Erin was doing. This definitely wasn’t about love or even heavy likeness. We did just hook up for the sake of hooking up. There was something bothering me though. I didn’t want her to think she was recruited to being a part of some freak fest. Granted I’ve got an inner beast. That doesn’t mean I was putting it on display for the world to see, at least not yet.
As I laid on my California queen sized bed in nothing but a pair of lavender lace boy shorts and a wife beater, I couldn’t help but recap the night’s events with the soreness in my groin. It was a good soreness to say the least. I found myself massaging the insides of my thighs initially. With each rub, I thought of each stroke. With each stroke, I remembered each moan. Motherfucker. She felt so good. My hips began to wind in smaller circles that grew wider, and wider, and wider. Before I knew it I was pushing my ass deep into the softness of the mattress picturing how Erin had me propped up on the bathroom counter. My palms were sweating. My breathing was irregular. My fingers were digging. My phone was ringing. I snapped out of my pre orgasmic state and answered breathing heavily.
“Hello?” I said, anticipating the voice on the other end of the line. I didn’t bother to look at the caller i.d.
“So, I guess it was urgent last night huh?” came Jazz’s voice on the other end.
“Shit.” I mumbled into the receiver. Leave it to Toni to run her mouth.
“What’s wrong? Didn’t think I’d find out? It’s fair game in the club.” She said.
She was right. We had all agreed for the sake of learning from each other’s experiences we wouldn’t keep any of our sexual escapades a secret. I guess I just wasn’t ready to share with them yet. I should’ve known that Toni would run her mouth. Then again, I guess there was a part of me that wanted her to, to keep me from having to do it.
“Whatever girl. I’m not tripping. If anything, just a little embarrassed. My first sexual venture in the club, and look what happens.” I said shyly.
“It happens to the best of us. Don’t worry about it.” She said comfortingly.
“I guess so. Anyway, what are you getting into today?” I asked trying to change he subject.
“You. I mean, I’m coming over. Thought you could use a pick me up.” She said to my surprise, correcting herself.
“WHAT?!” Not now I thought to myself. I was too vulnerable. If Jazz’s fine ass came over right now, I know I would let her teach me every lesson there was to fucking superbly. I covered my eyes with my hand, in disbelief and instantly smelled my juices on my fingers.
“I started to call sooner, but figured you’d give me a hard time. Toni told me you didn’t sound like you’d be going anywhere for a long time anyway. Unlock the door. I just parked.” She demanded.
Great. Just great. No sooner had we gotten off of the phone did I go straight to the bathroom and brush my teeth, wash my face, and lotion up. I didn’t necessarily have intentions on doing anything with Jazz, despite my attraction. I did, however, want to look damn delectable. She really wasn’t kidding when she said she was parking. As soon as I stepped out of the bathroom, I walked to the living room to open the door. Before I could move my hand from the doorknob, Jazz was turning it. I stood there like a deer in headlights looking her over, taking in all of her deliciousness.
“Hey Beautiful.” She said kissing me on the spot between my ear lobe and jawbone. I felt my back immediately tense up. We always greeted each other with a kiss on the cheek, but something was different. She wanted me. I could feel a throbbing in my loins. That feeling lasted mere seconds before it was replaced by anxiety. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Erin’s strap on hanging off the closest doorknob to the left of the front door. Carter must have put it there this morning before he left. Shit.
Monday, September 26, 2011
“God, I am SO sorry Erin. This is so embarrassing. I forgot to tell you---” Christian started.
“What that you had a boyfriend? I guess we never established anything officially on either of our ends but damn. So much for assuming.” I interrupted her.
“Erin please. If you really thought that something was going on with Carter and I would you have finished?” she shot back with a smirk.
She was right. I just wanted a chance to play on her emotions. After all I don’t think anyone would seriously consider Carter and Christian compatible in an intimate sense. I couldn’t lie; it was a bit awkward seeing a man walk in to the middle of my stroke session. It kind of fucked my head up. I finished though. If it was anything I learned in all of my sexual encounters, it was to finish when you can. I wasn’t going to let another set of eyes ruin my nut. Shit kind of turned me on now that I think about it.
“I always finish baby.” I whispered back to her.
“Oh. So I’m baby now? Already? It must’ve been damn good. I knew I was good but---” she started to say before I interrupted her again.
“Don’t take it to the head. You were, decent. ‘Baby’ was merely to be kind in the moment.” I corrected her. I realized how harsh that could have come off as soon as the words left my lips. I was about to correct myself but she beat me to the punch. One hand was around my throat, the other around my hip bone.
“Just decent?” she whispered in my ear pushing me backwards closer to the bed in her bedroom.
“Just. Decent. Christian.” I said staccato like.
After Carters intrusion we found ourselves in her bedroom composing ourselves. We could hear Carter in the living room talking. I wondered if it was to himself, or someone else. I didn’t hear another voice. Before I could focus too much on what was going on outside of the bedroom, Christian’s fingers had roamed to the inside of my thighs and were parting them ever so subtly. I found myself swallowing moans and biting my lip for dear life in fear that one would escape.
“Jose…” I could hear Carter moaning in the living room.
Shit. Whoever this Jose cat was definitely knew how to tame Carter’s ass. He went from a mighty lion to a purring pussy in a matter of seconds. I guess Christian was right. From the sound of things Carter and Christian were not compatible, intimately speaking.
“Damn. Is Carter alright out there?” I ask.
I mean, I was concerned and everything, but I had other motives as well. I didn’t want Christian trying to get the best of me, again. She almost had me in the shower, I can’t even fade that. She was this close. Lucky for me, I’ve got a pretty damn good game face.
“You’re not slick. I’m going to get what I want Erin. Let’s not forget what this night was about. A lesson. You will learn it. Sooner or later I’ll see to that.” She said with a wink letting me go and turning to walk towards the bedroom door.
“You’re funny. I think you should leave the teaching up to me. Clearly I schooled that ass just now.” I replied, returning the wink.
“Carter are you---” I heard her begin ask as she walked out of the bedroom into the living room with our new company.
Her voice trailed off as she got closer to the living room. I wasn’t sure it was because of the distance or because something else had gone awry. At this point that wouldn’t surprise. I found myself curious as to what exactly was going on out there. Only a few moments had passed since she left the room, but I didn’t hear voices speaking anymore. I heard something though.
I peak my head around the corner out of the door and still see the flicker of the candles she lit when I first arrived. Coupled with the silhouettes of three frames, that was the extent of my vision. I could make out two bodies intertwined on the living room couch. I only recognized that much because I was just there what felt like moments ago upon arriving to Christian’s pad. The third body was pressed against the back of the couch with Carter straddling him. You could hear the tips of Carters chocolate leather boots tapping the bottom of the couch every few seconds with a light thud. Thump. Thump. Thump.
I watched as Jose’s finger tips disappeared into Carter’s curly, kinky mane as Carter broke their kiss. His lips traveled down from Jose’s lips to his chin over to his stubble covered cheek. Though I couldn’t hear it from where I stood, I could almost imagine the sound of the moan Jose let out as Carters tongue licked the contours of his jawbone. Damn. I had to admit, the way Carter’s back dipped in as he arched his back to kiss every inch of Jose’s neck, was sexy as hell. There was always something about seeing the transference of passion between and in people that got me hot, regardless of the gender.
I found myself pressed up against the wall. Towel wrapped around my waist, I had my forearm covering my breasts. I had every intention of lunging for the v-neck I had on earlier when I spotted it on the arm of the chair a few feet away from me. Sliding along the wall, I kept my eyes on Jose and Carter. Part of this was to be well of aware of whether they saw me or not, part of it was because I was just so fucking fascinated at the sight of these two beautiful men touching one another in such a way. The same way I had just touched Christian. Damn. Between watching the live love scene before my eyes in the candle light and in pursuit of my shirt, I somehow let Christian slip my mind. I forgot that she was the reason why I had come out of the bedroom in the first place. I finally grabbed my shirt, only breaking my focus on Jose and Carter for a second to put it on and tighten my towel. I neglected to get my boxer briefs; my towel would suffice covering my loins.
Just as I had put my shirt on, I back my body against the wall once more. I no longer felt the coolness of the painted finish directly against my bare back. However, I also didn’t have to hide and support the weight of my breasts with my forearm. Now that I mention it, the people I didn’t want to see them weren’t interested. The person who I wanted to see them, already had. I suppose it was a measure of comfort and public decency to say the least. Before I knew it, my palms rested on my thighs and the beds of my fingertips began to move in circles to the music still on from earlier. My hips began to gyrate. My hips wound in small circles and my ass painted invisible spherical shapes on the wall behind me. I began to hear moaning. I took it to be the adlibs in the music. The words were barely audible. I guess it was meant to showcase the instrumentation over the lyrics. I closed my eyes and set in to my groove. I felt my body slide further down along the wall, closer to the corner.
“Damn.” Christian moaned.
“Shit.” I mumbled, eyes still closed.
It took a minute for Christian’s voice to resonate with me. I had gotten so lost in the music. In the sounds of denim against leather, sloppy wet kisses and heavy groping. I spread my arms along the walls, still winding my body to the beat, almost in a trance. My fingertips grazed Christian’s side, somewhere along her rib cage. I felt like I had reconnected with her. Comfortable enough in pursuing my damsel, I let my hand drop languidly.
“SHIT!” I let out in an aggressive whisper.
Instantly the lights came on, following the loud crash of the decorative coffee like table Christian had in near the corner. Apparently she was just on the other side as my hand dropped down and knocked over something heavy, which hit the floor with a loud smack. Somewhere in the chaos something hit the remote control, which was still on the table, and turned on the lights. Damn Christian and her high tech shit. I looked up, shame covering my face. To my surprise, she comes over to me and kisses my shoulder with a smile.
“Well, I guess it’s only fitting to return the favor and fuck up my groove? I’m sure I put a damper on your stroke, but, damn. Could you have at least waited for me to get a stroke honey?” Carter sighed.
I felt myself blushing in embarrassment and looked down at the floor beneath the couch he and Jose were still on, as to avoid eye contact. I heard him let out a giggle. I exhaled in relief. I really wasn’t trying to ruin anyone’s night. Shit, I didn’t even expect to spend my night here, and look what happened. I looked at him and smiled. Looking back down at the floor, I saw what made such a loud noise hitting the floor when my hand hit the table.
“Ummm, Christian?” I started picking up the video recorder and looking for damage.
“Yes?” she asked playing with the settings on the remote control to adjust the music.
I looked at the flip video display screen as I waited for her to finish. I wasn't sure if what I thought was going on, was really going on. It wasn’t my camera, but something inside of me had a funny feeling. My gut was talking. I wanted to listen badly. I figured I could justify hitting the play button. All I had to say was that I wanted to make sure the camera was still in working order. So I did. I hit ‘play’. Music that had been looping all night started to play. The volume was low, so I don’t think anyone noticed. Christian’s sultry voice spoke over the smooth music in the background:
“Yes, Toni. She’s on her way. As a matter of fact she’s probably here now. I’ve got go! What? What do you mean you don’t believe me? When have I ever lied about getting some pussy? Ok. OK! That one time, on the cruise, but I made up for it SEVERAL times later. Fine! Fine. Proof? What kind of proof? You’re a trip. You just want to know what it’s like to get this, don’t you? I’ll record it. Just for you. You’re a freak. I like it though. What will you do for me though?”
“Was this a part of your lesson too?” I asked fast forwarding through the film. She had gotten everything from that moment, to the time I walked in the door, up until the moment the camera fell on the floor.
All eyes were on me. My nipples were hard. I could tell from the way they felt when the chills when down my spine. I’m sure no one from the company I was in gave a damn though. There were goose bumps on my skin.
“Damn baby. You didn’t tell me I was coming to a porno set.” Jose said.
It was the first time I heard him speak the entire night, understandably of course. Carter, to my surprise and disappointment, was short of witty statements this time. I could’ve used the laugh. Instead, I stood there. Watching the film. Waiting to hear Christian’s voice. Instead I heard the flicker of a lighter. The smell of sage swept through blending with the vanilla candles lit. Sage? How fitting. I knew what the shit was for. She picked a fine time to try and clear the energy in the room. I was still looking down when I heard the lighter click again.
“I can explain.” She said, looking at Carter for no other reason that I could think of other than to avoid looking at me. I turned to look at Carter myself, only to see him with a J in his hand lit, taking the first puff.
“Chile! This shit is about to be good! I need to get my mind right to absorb this shigaddy!” he said extending the joint to me.
If there was anything I could use at this point, it was this. I walked over and took a seat on the chair I had become so familiar with upon arriving at Christians place earlier. Took a drag. Threw my head back, and looked her in the eyes.
“I’m listening.” I said, closing the monitor on the video camera.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
It was clear neither of us needed a shower. Erin smelled of Jean Paul Gaultier’s Le Male cologne right behind her ears. I had just taken a shower 20 minutes before she got here. I wanted to be shower fresh. I washed with almond crème body wash and lotioned with the same scented body butter. I grazed my skin with a touch of Kush body oil right below my earlobes on my neck. I was sure she could smell it. It was such a sensual scent. So warm, so enticing. There was no way it could be ignored. That’s exactly what I wanted when I saw Erin again. I wanted her full attention. I had it now.
“Tell you what I know?” Erin asked.
“You heard me.” I said biting her earlobe gently after whispering directly into her ear.
I could tell Erin was nervous. She was definitely nothing like what I had heard about masculine women in the bedroom before. Granted we weren’t in the bedroom, I still assumed she would be more aggressive with me at this point. I wondered if I was doing something wrong. Perhaps I was too forward. Maybe it was because I was a little bit older. Well, I didn’t know how old she was, and I could be assuming. She looked like she could be in her mid twenties, and I had just turned 31. I was well into what one might say was cougar mode. For Erin’s sexy ass though, I didn’t give a damn. She was beautiful in her masculinity. She had the curves of a thickly build woman. Voluptuous. She was the complexion of cocoa powder. She was reserved, I could tell from our meeting earlier in the bookstore, but there was a beast lurking behind her eyes waiting to get out. I could see it.
“I thought you said you were supposed to be giving the lesson.” She said with a grin trying to keep water from going into her mouth as she spoke.
I could hear the sarcasm in her voice, as if she thought she had one up on me. I needed her to know that I was still the one running shit. I let my fingers run languidly down her side. I took my time working my way over to her torso and down to her naval. Before she knew it I was following the sudsy bubbles down her happy trail. I felt her hold her breath as my fingertips got closer to her love below. Just as she thrust her head back anticipating pleasure I slid my palms around her waist and cupped the right side of her ass with a firm grip.
“I didn’t ask you who was giving the lesson. You’ll get tired of being chastised soon enough Erin. You must think I like punishing you. Do as I say.” I said looking into her eyes as she bit the side of her lip.
I wasn’t used to being this bold. I was used to being the one taken advantage of. I was the submissive one generally by default when dealing with more masculine women. The difference with this was, well, I knew Erin wanted me to rough her ass up. I saw the way she flipped through that book on submission in the book store. Of course one could say she was just interested. From the look in her eyes and the way she licked her lips and double backed on a couple of pages though, I knew she wanted her interest to go further than just her imagination. I wanted to be that person to take her on the other side of the game. I wanted to be the one to put her on and turn her out. Who better to do it but me? I was just someone who was as vulnerable in perception, who knew little to nothing about her.
“Let me show you.” She said.
She spoke at a volume almost in audible, which was crazy since we were almost pressed flushed against each other. What I did hear was so sexy though. I’m not sure if it was the way she said it or just what she said. Erin’s voice was like a pat of butter on hot grits in the morning; rich and creamy and smooth with a little texture to it. It was slightly raspy. An octave lower than any woman’s voice I’d ever heard, but not quite that of man. Whatever it was, was making me just as wet as the shower was. I found myself getting ready to submit and letting her have her way with me. I couldn’t though. I needed to stick this out. Make her beg for it. I couldn’t lie, partly because I couldn’t speak, but she had me weak. I gripped her ass a little harder in lieu of speaking again. If I spoke, my voice would crack, and she’d know she had me.
“Christian Baby, be gentle. Shit.” She moaned.
“Tell me what you know.” I repeated with a steady voice, luckily.
“I don’t know.” She lied.
“You don’t know? You know something. Book store. Sex aisle. Nothing? I don’t think so. Come again.” I demanded.
“Fine. For starters, I know you’ve got to make me cum first, before I can come again.” She confessed with more aggression in her voice this time.
Before I could act like I was in control of the situation my body was spun completely around to face the wall where the shower head was. She parted my thighs with one smooth motion of her hand and wrist. It was almost as if I was straddling the knobs to turn on the water. She grabbed both of my wrists and thrust both my arms above my head and pressed them on the shower wall in front of us. I felt the heat of her groin press against my ass and her pubes scratch my skin. My knees buckled. Secretly this was the moment I craved. God knew how much I wanted to take advantage of Erin and show her that I could run shit, but even more so, I wanted to be at her will. There was no music but we danced. Our bodies were in sync with a muted rhythm. We went back and forth, forth and back while our hips went around in a circular winding motion. Her hands expanded from my wrist to my forearms and her body pressed mine up against the tiles on the wall so much that I started to feel the stimulation of my nipples going in and out of the grooves of the tiles. I felt my body slide, slowly, lower and lower down the wall until my groin was grinding on the central knob for the shower. Erin had started to moan and my biceps began to contract and just when I felt my body tense up and my fingers clench on to something that wasn’t there, I felt her forearm wrap around my waist and pull my body against her. Water was pouring down our faces but neither of us cared. For a moment no one said anything. She just held me; my back against her torso.
“Since we’ve established who’s really running shit, why don’t you show me what you know.” She said into my neck.
I couldn’t do shit but moan in agreement. She stepped out of the shower, for what I didn’t know. Wish she hadn’t left. Wish she hadn’t stopped. Part of me was pissed I didn’t cum; part of me knew she would make it worth it. I just stood there, trying to gain my composure. I didn’t get too far before she was back with a fresh towel in hand, and one wrapped around her waist bare-chested. She smiled slightly and just looked at me. For a moment I forgot I was naked until I saw her eyes wander beyond my face all the way down to my feet. I wanted to be self conscious. I just didn’t have time to.
“You’re beautiful.” She whispered. I couldn’t do shit in that moment but blush. I didn’t know why she was still talking to me like she was on a mission to get the pussy. She made it clear she was in control and my body made it clear it would cooperate.
“Thank you Erin. You sure know how to make a girl feel good. Really---” I was interrupted with a kiss. Slow. Deep. She kissed with her eyes open.
“Stop talking.” She said draping the towel over my shoulders before she proceeded to dry me off. She pulled me closer to dry my lower extremities off then turned me around and dried my back off. She got closer to my ass and my body tensed; my back arched and my ass stuck out. She was strapped up. I could feel her hardness. I turned around to face her to see she had let the towel drop and she pushed my body back against the sink and I instinctively hopped on the counter. She kissed my collar bone, earlobes, neck, and shoulders as I in turn kissed whatever I could reach on her. Before I could focus on what she was doing to me, I found myself gasping and my manicured nails pulling a handful of her locs from the root. I pulled her head back, not necessarily meaning to, but took full advantage of her exposed neck and planted kisses and moans on her skin. She grabbed my ankles, put the bottoms of my feet together, almost like Indian style, and pressed the center of her chest against the sides of my feet facing her for leverage.
“FUCK.” Was all that came out of my mouth.
There was no effort in that statement, just as there seemed to be no effort in her strokes. She was so fluid with me. She moved like water against my walls. She was quiet. It was as if she was focused on a mission, like she had a goal to reach and s point to prove. I found myself thinking too much about what was behind her eyes and missing out on the moment until she let out a deep moan. She separated my feet, wrapped my legs around her waist thoroughly proceeded to knock down my walls. I was expecting her to lose focus of me and focus solely on herself when it got that good. She didn’t though. She kept eye contact and matched her breathing and her rhythm with mine until she sped up causing me to match my rhythm with her. She was knocking on the door of the flood gates and my walls were about to come down. She fucked me like she loved me. It was almost like it wasn’t a fuck any more at all. The shit was intense.
“Chris you will not believe the night I had! Girl I was at the bar and this fine brown papi came---” Were the words that fucked up her stroke.
“What the fuck?” she mumbled looking towards the bathroom door expecting to see someone any minute. She fucked up her rhythm, but oddly enough, she never stopped stroking. My mind was scattered, partly enjoying the feeling of all nine inches of her man made goodness filling me. The other part of me was waiting in horror for the bathroom door to open.
“Who the hell is that?” she asked, still pounding.
“---into the club up to the bar and---OH SHIT!” he yelled in his falsetto voice.
“Carter.” I moaned she was still going but I could feel her tense up.
“Carter?”She repeated. She was on the verge of cumming.
“ERIN!” I yelled out. It was over. I was done. She moaned, and I watched her body convulse, and for another series of moments we had forgotten about Carter’s arrival in to the bathroom. Erin finished and kissed me. The sound of Carter’s calfskin leather chocolate boots on the wood floor got her attention. He acknowledged her, once again, confused face shamelessly.
“Well, damn. Looks like I came just in time. Pun intended.” Carter said with a wink. Sometimes I forgot he had an extra key to my pad. Shit.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
My navigation was telling me I was 12 minutes from Christian’s pad. Although somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I was nervous for several reasons, there was only one that stuck out the most. Would she like my cologne? It was Jean Paul Gaultier Le Male, otherwise known as the blue- mannequin-torso-bottle. I didn’t buy it just because I was going to see Christian tonight. I bought because I needed more. It just happened to fall during my decision making period. The actual purchase seemed to solidify my decision. By God I hoped it was pleasing to her. There was nothing worse than wearing cologne, thinking it’s the shit, when you really smell like shit. My hands were starting to slip on the steering wheel and I was losing focus on the now blurry, white dashed lines in the road. I needed to relax. I wouldn’t be worrying about Christian and what she thought of my sweet and sultry scented cologne if I didn’t even make it to her damn house. All this thinking steered me clear of keeping track of how far I was from my destination. I was pulling up into a gated community of condominiums before I knew it. From the looks of it, she was doing well for herself. Damn well.
I was a bit hesitant about responding back to her invitation earlier today in the bookstore. Everything happened so fast, although, everything also happened so smoothly. It was 10:45 p.m and I wondered what kind of studying we could really be doing at this hour. I wondered what her lesson plan was. Definitely not something below the collegiate level, I’m sure. I wondered if she pulled this shit all the time. Guess it didn’t really matter; everything happened for a reason. At the current moment, I was on the menu. Shit, who am I kidding? She was on the menu. I hadn’t necessarily declared myself celibate, but I hadn’t been broken off since the seasons changed, two seasons ago, when I was fucking this lawyer chick named Toni. I was strapped up with every intention of fucking every sinfully delicious drop out of Christian tonight. As I pulled up to the gate I reread the text message she sent me with instructions:
Meet me at 143 Lovegrove Lane. The pass code is 6900. Park in the space with the “RESERVED” sign on it, #2400. Relax. –Chris
The gate opened up and lifted above the roof of my car. I had an old school dark green Acura Legend, but it was in great condition. I pulled into the designated parking space and marveled at the size and beauty of the building. It was light grey color with lavender accents and panoramic windows on the very top floor, which I’m sure was the penthouse. There had to have been at least 20 stories here. It reminded me of one of the bank buildings downtown, minus all the fancy flashing electronic signs. Hell, I didn’t even see a name on the building. After getting her instructions, I told her I’d be there in about 20 minutes. That was 18 minutes ago. I wouldn’t necessarily say I’d arrived early, I’d just told her I’d be there later than I was. Since we were on her territory, I wanted a few moments just to feel the place out for myself.
I walked into what one would probably call the lobby of the condo. There were grey marble floors and elaborate yet, modern furnishings for guests. There were funky and somewhat awkwardly shaped black lounge chairs in a section further away from the front doors in front of a huge plasma television. CNN was on. This was definitely my type of place. Behind the chairs was an elevator and to the left and right of each elevator were glass encased bulletin boards. No sooner than I was able to focus my eyes on the sign that read “Welcome to Eden” did the elevator chime. My body was less than a foot away from the brushed steel doors when they opened and the thick smell of Kush greeted my nose.
“You’re here.” she whispered. Her voice so thick and sweet, honey should’ve been dripping from her lips.
“Of course. You didn’t think I’d keep my word?” I said still facing the sign.
I called myself playing cool and taking my time to give her all of my attention. In reality I was just buying time to collect myself. I wanted every action I made to be fluid. I could see her with my peripheral vision, and she was finer than frog’s hair. Finer than I remembered. Just as that thought entered my mind, it happened, quickly. I turned my head to face her and align my body parallel to the elevator doors and felt her breath on my neck, right below my earlobe, barely missing my jawbone. Her fingers were curled around my belt buckle.
“Damn.” I muttered almost inaudibly. One might even say it was a moan. I just wasn’t ready to admit that. She caught me off guard and I had no time to put up a defense. No time to back down. Somewhere between the biting on my earlobe and the kisses on skin where the boundaries between my neck and chest were blurred, I felt her heat. Her fingers roamed from my belt buckle, which they had successfully undone, down to zipper and were pressing firmly against my man made bulge.
“Relax.” She said. Her and this ‘relax’ shit. I was double jointed in my legs and both of those bitches were locked. Saying I was tense was an understatement. She must not have known how worked up I was on the way here. Then again, maybe she did. It would explain her constant demands for me to let go. Most people would take a less aggressive, more subtle approach. She was different, though. Dammit if it wasn’t sexy.
“I want to but, I mean how the hell, what the fuck?” Was all I could manage to say, two syllables from stuttering. Somehow I ended up in the elevator and with her eyes scanning every inch of my frame. No words. Just looking. Looking at me with deep brown eyes that seemed to smile. She blinked slowly. Almost as if she wanted to take in as much of me as she could until her eyes shut and opened again. Over, and over, and over. I looked at the panel on the inside of the elevator. There were 23 numbered buttons, and one with the letter “P” in two columns alongside an electronic card reader. We were on the 17th floor when I realized where we were going. Apparently it was Christian who lived in the penthouse.
The elevator ride was such a blur. I felt like I was doped up on some concoction unknown to me. I felt woozy. I felt warm. I felt an unusual coolness in the creases of my boxer briefs riding up my thighs. I was hot. Christian was hotter. We stood still. Perfectly still for the entire elevator ride up. I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to lose this rush of adrenaline or fuck up the moment. I didn’t have too much more time to worry about what to do and what not to do because the elevator chimed again and Christian had just swiped her key card. This was exclusive. Meanwhile, Christian was still elusive as to what she had in mind. I felt butterflies come to life in the depths of my gut and fly through nerves in my body I didn’t know existed.
“I hope you don’t mind the moonlight, Erin.” She said grabbing me by the wrist and guiding me into the foyer of her condo.
All of the lights were off. If anything, one would think she’d excuse the smell. It was cool though. I’m sure she knew better. Most people who met me noted I smelled like I wore some type of exotic oils. That was their way of trying to find out if I was smoker friendly. I never entertained their antics with anything other than an appreciative nod and smile. I didn’t know what kind of incense she had burning, but the scent mixed with the night’s summer breeze blowing through the open panoramic windows was enough to melt my anxiety away. There were no lights to guide my footsteps, but that of the moon and the neon red tips of burning incense as I made my way to her couch as she glided around the bar that peered into her kitchen.
“No, I don’t mind.” I remembered to answer. I was currently sinking into the folds of her chocolate brown leather loveseat.
“I see you’ve gotten comfortable. Good. I’m glad you’re relaxing. Drink this. Hit this.” She said preceding to hand me a shot glass full of cognac and blunt.
Guess she figured I was herbal friendly, and needed a drink. She was right on both assumptions and I was relieved. I took the shot to the head and the blunt to my lips until my lungs were at capacity and about to burst. I could feel her looking at me, waiting for my reaction. It made me smile to hear she liked my cologne. I closed my eyes. I wasn’t ready to have to make the next move. I wasn’t ready to have to think about anything. I just wanted it all to happen without a care in the world as to how we got there. Although we had only been in her pad for no more than 10 minutes, I swear I could hear the shower was running.
“Yes. This feels good. I’m here.” I said, eyes still closed, referring to the feeling I was getting from the greenery and the cognac. I zoned out for what seemed like a multitude of lifetimes until I felt her hand glide from my knee to the inside of my thigh to my groin. My pelvis thrusted upward into her palm slightly from her touch. Merely a reflex. Then again her fingertips were electric. My eyes opened to meet hers. They were beautiful. She was beautiful. Beautiful and completely naked.
“Take your clothes off.” She whispered in my ear, pausing to plant kisses on the soft spot behind my earlobe. My spot. She smelled of vanilla and Mary Jane. A funky sweetness. There was no need for words. I stood, kicking off my favorite pair of chocolate brown leather high top tennis shoes. Pulled off my v-neck with nothing left but a black sports bra to cover my ample sized chest. I reached down to unbuckle my belt and my fingers met hers. Then her lips met mine. There was some energy transference every time she touched my skin. She ran the tip of her tongue along the contours of my bottom lip; simultaneously unzipping my stone wash slim fit jeans. Realizing they fit a little more snug around my thighs than anticipated, she gave me a series of pecks leading to slower softer kisses. She pulled my bottom lip with her teeth and bit gently before breaking our kiss and biting my neck and kissing her way down my torso until she reached the waist band of my jeans. She kissed my hip bone, came over to right below my naval, and continued planting kisses down the path of my happy trail. I found myself watching taking slow deep breaths afraid to move. I wasn’t used to being touched so thoroughly. So passionately. Especially by someone I barely knew. Better yet, someone I didn’t know. I could feel my legs tensing again, but something in me told me I could trust her with my body. Perhaps it was the gentle beast in her. I could feel her energy and it was warm. It was time to let it all go. My jeans were draped around my ankles. I could feel the burn of her lips pressing against the inside of my thighs as she worked her way up closer to my virtue.
“Are you ready for your lesson?” she asked seductively with a smirk, pulling down my boxer briefs. I had shaven, though that didn’t make a difference at this present moment. There was a surge of boldness that shot through me. Perhaps it was more or less of the fact that I dropped all inhibitions when she dropped my drawers.
“The question is are you ready?” I countered. Stroking my own ego, as I watched her stroke the tip of my strap. Something in me trusted her aura. Something in me also wanted to knock down her walls and rebuild everything conducive to my ego inside of her. There was something about being strapped up that made me fearless and bolder than ever.
“I was always ready. Waiting on you. You didn’t seem so cocky at the bookstore earlier today. No pun intended.” She smirked, right before she kissed the tip of my strap, kneeling in front of me. I almost moaned. It was less about the physical feeling and all about the visual experience. There was nothing I could say as I watched what I had grown to know as a sexual extension of me, 9 inches of black gold, disappear in her mouth until her lips were pressed flush against my pubic bone. She looked into my eyes until my hand found the curly ends of her mane and twirled them between my finger beds. Slowly sliding me out of her mouth she placed her hand on my ass and kissed her way up until we were both face to face again. I still could not seem to find the words to speak.
“You talk a lot of shit. You’ll learn to shut the fuck up and please me.” She whispered. She was so seductive it was hard to decipher if she was trying to dominate me or not. I stood there in a daze while I felt the tingle of her mint lip gloss leave its print on my shoulders and collarbone for what seemed like forever, until I felt her hand tug on my strap and lead me to the candlelit bathroom full of steam.
“Erin, show me what you know.” She demanded facing me in the shower with the water cascading on to her back. Who was I to do anything else but oblige?
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
“The only salad I’m tossing is a spring mix!” Toni said. Of course her timing would match up to the moment the waiter brought our appetizers to the table.
Toni, Ebony and I were at our monthly book club rendezvous at P.F Changs downtown in the city. Toni was a partner in a firm down the street. Cognac complexion with green eyes in the sun and brown eyes otherwise. She could be loud and boisterous to the untrained ear and eye; after all she was a lawyer. We knew her better than that. We knew her bark was bigger than her bite, though her bite was well worth the pain. At least that what all the eligible courters we’d known her to go through said. She was quite the catch. She just needed to find the happy medium in knowing that and sharing that.
Ebony, on the other hand, was a psychologist with a practice about 20 minutes away in the neighboring city. Her job could be overwhelming, but she loved what she did and we loved hearing the shit other people dealt with. We weren’t happy they struggled with daily issues; we were just relieved to know we weren’t the only ones dealing with the shit. Ebony was perfect for the job. She had a warm smile, infectious laugh, and a voice as smooth as peanut butter. Just like peanut butter on the roof of someone’s mouth, she left most who came her way speechless, even if only momentarily. I’m sure her deep cocoa skin, shoulder length locs, and thick, but well proportioned frame didn’t hurt things either.
“What happened to being open minded? I thought that’s why we were doing this in the first place!” Ebony countered as she reached across Toni for the soy sauce.
“I am open minded! Otherwise I wouldn’t be here. We all know we have an inner beast. We’re just trying to figure out how to let that bitch out of the cage without it destroying everything. What you need to be asking is where the hell Jazz is. She always bails! She’s probably wrist deep, hand jacked up in some broads---” Toni started before Ebony interjected looking around to see if anyone at the surrounding tables was giving us funny looks because of Toni’s outburst.
“I told you she said she had a meeting that would probably run late tonight. You know how Jazz is though. She’s the Vice President for marketing at her company. She’s running the meeting tonight; she runs the meetings every night. If anything happens to ‘run late’ it’s because she wanted it to. I can’t be mad at the girl though. That was what we all said we’d be doing, right? We’re supposed to be letting our inner beast bark! Besides, we’re four strong beautiful black lesbians. There’s bound to be someone who can tame the kitty.” Ebony said giggling.
“Girl, tell me about it. I feel like I need a damn zookeeper.” Toni said rolling her eyes, almost in what seemed like disgust at her own choice of celibacy four months ago. Ebony, Jazz, and I decided that’s why her ass was so bitter sometimes.
The restaurant was dimly lit. I won’t say it was packed, but it was full. We sat in the middle of the restaurant at a table meant for four people. Of course Jazz’s seat was empty. I doubted highly that it would be sat in tonight. She had other spaces to fill.
“Christian, why are you so quiet? Your eyes are all glazed over like a Krispy Kreme donut from down the street girl. What’s going on? What juicy tidbit did you decide to share with us this month?” Ebony asked.
“Oh girl I’m fine.” I laughed lightly ignoring her last question.
I was struggling trying to stay focused on the conversation at the table. This was nothing new. Jazz, Toni, Ebony and I had been meeting every month or so for the past year for our ‘book club’. We were friends of friends who met at parties or other random social functions who just hit it off well. We all were avid readers, and upon going to each other’s homes, became fond of each other’s collections. We all had read some of the classics, but there were a lot of special titles, ranging from the African Diaspora to religion to sex. Somehow everything always ended up being about sex. Speaking so freely about our sexual desires and interests, we began to acknowledge what was holding us back. We’d all come to the conclusion it was the fear of the unknown and fear of being judged. This club was put into place to essentially say, fuck all of that; damn near in a literal sense.
“You haven’t even touched your food. We all know how much you love calamari. We also know how much you hate it when it gets cold. Spill it.” She insisted.
“Toni what’s with you and tossing salad?” I asked trying to divert the conversation back onto Toni and off of me, and eating my calamari. Ebony was right. Luckily my food was still warm.
“Girl I told you about that time I tried that shit with Thai. We thought we were supposed to use an enema for something. We just didn’t use it right, I guess. Shit just went wrong. All wrong. Long story less long, I had a bad experience!” Toni confessed.
The three of us broke into a roar of laughter. I’m sure we had all been in Toni’s shoes more than once and knew the feeling all too well. Thank God the party of 15 behind us had the restaurant crew singing happy birthday to someone at their table. Otherwise all eyes would have been on us as loud as we were.
“What did I miss? Damn! I always miss out on the best parts.” Jazz said giving me a wink as she sat down in the chair opposite me.
She was as gorgeous as ever. I always said she was the complexion of burnt sugar with a splash of milk. Caramel I guess. Our eyes met as she unbuttoned the top button on her crisp white ruffle-chested sleeveless blouse. Despite the fact that it wasn’t buttoned all the way up to begin with; I suppose she deemed it appropriate for the atmosphere to show a little more skin. Although I hadn’t been too focused on the conversation with Ebony and Toni, Jazz’s arrival was like a dash of cayenne. I think it might have been the way she looked at me. Perhaps it was her smell; something like vanilla chai and musk. Shit was addictive. Although the opportunity had presented itself for the two of us to tango, I didn’t want Jazz sexually. I just loved her energy. She made me hot. I don’t just mean horny. I mean hot. She made me sweat everywhere from my forehead down to my loins. She left me with this burning desire to extinguish the flames. I believe that’s what drew me in to Erin so much at the bookstore. I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
“You made it!” Toni exclaimed.
“Girl yes. I told you about how that meeting might run over. Well, let’s just say it wasn’t nearly as long as I expected.” Jazz explained. That just meant she didn’t get the ass she was expecting to get.
“So Jazz let’s just cut to the chase. How do you feel about tossing salad?” Ebony asked her. Leave it to Eb to cut out all the bullshit.
“Damn. Ha! Well I mean you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do. I love to eat and closed mouths don’t get fed.” Jazz said giggling.
“Mouths aren’t the only things that need to be open.” Ebony scoffed. She was almost at month number 5 of celibacy. We found ourselves making exceptions for her dryness at times. Literally and figuratively.
“Good evening ma’am. Can I start you off with something to drink?” the waiter asked Jazz. If I knew her the way I thought I did, she’d want something simultaneously subtle and strong.
“I’ll have the plum wine and a glass of water please. No lemon, no ice.” She said. I was right.
“Yes ma’am. I’ll be back right away with your drinks.” He said with a smile and a wink flashing his beautifully white teeth. He was making sure he got a decent tip. I don’t blame him.
“So, have we started sharing for interesting reads already? Don’t be mad at me but I’m still in the process of finding something worthy to share.” Jazz admitted.
We had. Ebony started with the art to role playing. I zoned in and out as she engaged Toni on how to wear some costume dealing with a spatula and latex body suit. Toni had gone on and on about the do’s and don’ts to eating ass just right. I couldn’t say much because I didn’t listen much. What I did hear though did nothing but stimulate the continuous daydreams in my mind of the possibilities with Erin. I just knew I could teach her a few things. Problem was, I hadn’t heard from her since my trip to the book store earlier today. I wonder if the cashier even passed along my note. Damn. Well I can still dream about it.
“Yeah, we did. We’re actually waiting on Christian to stop day dreaming and teach---“ Toni started before a loud vibration on the table interrupted her. It was my phone with a message from an unknown number:
The pleasure was mine. If I know nothing else about what you have in mind, I do know that I’m open to it. Where’s class? -Erin
“Guess we should reschedule this meeting.” Toni said abruptly. I guess they could tell from my instant glow and gathering of my belongings mixed with frantic texting that I would be needing to cut out early. We had an understanding; they knew this was urgent. The beast was emerging.
“Her name’s Erin. We met at Barnes and Noble 3 hours ago. The sex aisle.” I said with a wink before leaving a twenty dollar bill on the table to cover my tab. I had lessons to give.