“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.
