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?