The Book Club: Chapter III

                                                                                                                                 

              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 17^th 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?           

           

  

The Book Club: Chapter II

                “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:

                                Christian,

                                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.

The Book Club

                She fucked me like I was a virgin.  I guess in a sense, technically I was.  I had never been penetrated before by a man, or a woman for that matter.  I considered myself the dominant one and what people would consider a ‘top’.  I always told myself though, for the right one, I’d be bottom.  Never thought it’d be at the mercy of a feminine woman, though.

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                We met at Barnes & Noble.  More specifically the relationship and sex aisle, of course.  I was looking, just to see if anything sparked my interest.  She on the other hand was reaching for an orange paperback book on tantric sex as if she’d only come in with that book in mind.  Although I flipped through a couple of books on positions, kissing, and massages I couldn’t help but look over at her every few seconds.  Apparently she noticed.

                “I know I don’t owe you an explanation, but I’m just fascinated by this.  A friend told me she had an hour long orgasm with her partner.  I just couldn’t believe the shit. Are you familiar with this?” she asked with a wink. 

                She was bold as hell and smooth, very smooth.  She caught me off guard and although there were so many things going on in my mind about this very moment, the only thing I could fathom to get out was a nervous laugh. 

                “Touché.  I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to stare but I was a bit curious about what you were reading.  There’s something about this section of the bookstore that always fascinates me.  Normally it’s awkward with another person here at the same time, but the energy I’m getting from you is quite intriguing.  The pictures I saw you flip through didn’t hurt either.” I said with a smirk.  Part of me thought that I was offering a friendly gesture.  Soon after I let the corners of my mouth curl up slightly, I realized it could’ve been perceived as flirting.  That notion didn’t bother me either, though.

                “Well, I can understand.  Sex is quite fascinating.  Especially when you can explore all the things you never knew existed just by walking in a bookstore.  What better way to learn than reading right?” she asked

                “Hmmm, I could think of a few better.” I mumbled before quickly dropping down to the bottom shelf to prevent embarrassment.  I didn’t mean to say that aloud.

                “Is that right?” her breath floated past my ear lobe.  She apparently was interested in something on the lower shelf too.

                “Oh well I mean---“I drifted off into a nervous chuckle.

                “Sure.” She said with a wide smile.  She knew she had gotten to me.  She was enjoying it.  I couldn’t quite tell if she was gay, or just liked flirting.  Either way I was sure she definitely enjoyed flirting.

                “Well, I can’t help but to blush for some reason.  I’m sorry.  I guess sex still makes me embarrassed in the company of strangers and beautiful women.” I confessed.

                “You know, there’s no need to be.  I’m sure you can find something here about that." She said soothingly.  Her voice was raspy and rich.  Just like Nutella spread on graham crackers.

                “Very true.  Maybe this submissive instructional book will give me something new to play around with.  Perhaps I’ll get lucky.” I said jokingly.

                “Mmm.  Damn.  Really?  You don’t look like the submissive type.” she replied.

                “I’m normally not.  Doesn’t make the curiosity dissipate.”  I said blushing.

                “Damn.  I mean, wow.  You’re blushing!  I’m so sorry.  I guess this is a bit personal.  I don’t mean to hold you up.  I should probably get going anyway.  I told my girlfriends I’d meet them out for drinks in the area and thought I’d kill some time.  Anyway enjoy your book---“ she said extending the invitation for me to offer my name.

                “King…err umm Erin King.  Thanks I’ll try.  You do the same---“ I said returning the gesture.

                “Christian.” She said smiling.

                “Well it was definitely a pleasure.  Enjoy your night with your friends.” I said right before she smiled and turned to walk away.  I wanted to run and give her my number.  Just in case she wanted to share what she’d learned about that tantric sex.  Oh well, I could always buy my own copy right?  I could always dream of hour long orgasms to go along with my daydreams of being submissive, couldn’t I?

                I got to the register and was two people behind Christian.  I could tell it was her from the golden paisley sun dress and kinky afro.  She was beautiful.  She was at the register and although she was close enough for me to go and speak if I really wanted to, my nerves got the best of me with all the customers around.  I saw her sign her receipt, grab her bags and turn to leave.  Our eyes met.  She bit the corner of her bottom lip and turned back around briskly on the balls of her feet.  She was gesturing to the cashier for an ink pen and pulled the receipt out of her bag and was scribbling something on it.  I guess the normal person would only notice this if they were next in line.  After all it would be that person that she was directly holding up.  I noticed, just because I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her.  When she turned around again she had a nervous smile on her face.  It was half the look of relief.  The other half looked as if she was wondering if she had done the right thing.  I didn’t know what was going on.  All I knew was my palms starting sweating when she got closer to me. 

                “Goodnight Erin.  Hopefully I’ll be seeing you around sometime, learning.”  Christian said in passing; her voice slightly above a whisper.  It was like she floated by me and left her words in the wind with the confidence they would make it to my ear.  That moment happened so quickly I didn’t have time to respond or to think for that matter.  Perhaps she enjoyed leaving me speechless and unprepared.  All I could do was watch the way her ass filled in the circular prints on her dress, one side at a time as she walked away.

                “Do you have a ---“

                “No.”   I replied before the cashier could finish.  I already knew she was pestering me about a credit card.  I’ll pass.

                “Alrighty then.  Anything else for you today ma’am?” she asked.  I looked around the register for a second.  The smartass in me wondered why they always asked that question when there was nothing around the register for me to want.  It wasn’t like I was at the gas station trying to buy a lottery ticket.  I was buying a book on how to relinquish control in the bedroom and be sexually submissive.  All I could think was that it would be nice if she would hurry up and scan the book so she could put it in the bag before everyone in line behind me saw what I was buying.  I guess you could say I was a bit shy when it came to things like this in a public place.

                “Uh, no.  I’m good.  Thanks.” I said sliding her my Visa credit card.  Hopefully this would speed things along.

                “Sign this for me, please.” She said handing me a pen.  I obliged.

                “Enjoy your night.  Come back and see us!” she said handing me my bag and two receipts.  I balled up the receipts in my hand trying to hurry up and grab my bag and didn’t notice until I had gotten to my car in the garage.  I unfolded the receipts to see my copy, along with one from a purchase I didn’t make.  The book purchased on the receipt said, Making It Last: The Art of Tantric Sex.   How ironic.  The cashier had given me a copy of Christians receipt on accident.  That was crazy to me considering there were two people in front of me.  How was it that I ended up with this?  I sat there momentarily daydreaming about the possibilities.  When I snapped back to reality my eyes focused on the imprint showing through the front of the receipt.  There was something written on the back.  I turned it over to read:

                Erin, I do believe we have some studying to do.  If you’re down and you’re open to learn, meet me tonight at my place.  Text me so I’ll know it’s safe to look forward to your company tonight.                                                                                                                                                                  –Christian.

To be continued...