The Book Club: Chapter IV

           

            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.

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...

Untitled XXV

My hand fits
in his hand print
in places
I never could
fathom his hands had been.

Paintings made of red
and blue-purple markings---
indigo tinted skin
all over your body.
You are a masterpiece with
Pieces left in shambles by your master---


I trace your memory in my mind
trying to put you together
again
but you always seem to fall apart
at the slightest touch
shortest glance---


This moment bothers me now and
was awkward then
you're hiding the mistakes
he made.
I'm paying
and patiently waiting
for you to come around
and lay with me with
our secrets spread
on these black and
red jersey knit sheets tucked under the corners of a
california queen

Forgive me if I pry,
or seem to be
concerned in the least---
just know
there is no harm in this realm
just solace in my arms
and silence in my mind

wish you gasped
from sheer enjoyment
not false pretense
I pray you don't feel him
breaking the skin---
even if for a moment.
I prefer not to enter on these terms
perhaps it's just me.

my hands fit
in his hand prints
in places
id like to be the last one in
places I'd like to fill the space in
hand prints I'd like to erase
and fractures i'd like to mend

My hands hold on
to resentment
not of my own experiences
how selfish of me to wear the pain
for you...

I pray you never find me
heavy handed.

Worthy

For all intents and purposes

Swallowing what those purple

Lips have to speak into my soul

Is indeed my pleasure

To slurp the remainder of an unfinished cadence

into rhythm and

boom kack that ass

double cut time internal external

slant rhyme

scheme

-ing on these hoes

with a toothpick and a smile

two twinkles in each eye

and a palmful of

'Worth your while'.

It'd be a pleasure

to feel the texture

of your morning harvest

blackberries

Grown in

digenous.

Sweeter than than sugar plums

on Christmas---

There is a trail...

Happy and pure and willing

to feed me

dugouts in humid lands

have to offer---

For all intents and purposes

i am inclined to follow

with a palm-ful of

'worth your while'.

Night rise

There is morning harvested moonlit sunsets between those thighs.
by God sunshine,
rise.