16. Freak Nasty Zora
FREAK NASTY ZORA
I fiddled with the small stones in the mask necklace around my neck as Cairo held me close. I made sure to put it on before Cairo’s arrival to do exactly what he requested—share my truth with him. I couldn’t stay in the box I created for myself and remain sane.
“If I’m going to change, it’s starting today. I’m embarrassed that I was suspended for wearing clothes that made me feel pretty and desired. That was my wake-up call. I don’t want to hide who I am from the world anymore. I need to grow as I age, not regress.”
Cairo’s warm brown eyes drew me in. I rubbed the side of his smooth cheek with my fingertips then raked my fingers over his shiny beard. With each caress, a new revelation came to me about how I wanted and needed to move.
“The rules that put me in a box aren’t real—at least for me.
Men who had no idea what it took to get where I am create ways of working that meet their needs, not mine.
I tried to play by their rules and do everything right—to the point of making myself sick.
I must never forget that I am who God created me to be. ”
“And that’s perfect.”
His soft lips called out to me as he spoke his kind words, so I leaned in to taste him. When my heart stopped spinning from the goodness of our kiss, I placed my hand over my heart.
“May I confess something to you?” I took a deep breath and met his eyes.
“Of course.”
“I wanted this from the minute I met you. I feel electricity in your touch. Even if what we have is fleeting, I believe you’ve been sent to move me into my grown and sexy woman era. I don’t want to beg, but I will if I have to…” I stood in front of Cairo and kissed the corner of his mouth.
When I stepped back to take in his fullness, I stared into his eyes. Whew! They bore into my soul unlike any others. No man touched me like that without physically engaging with me. His look made me think he was trying to process my words and decide what his next move would be.
“I have a confession too.” Cairo’s deep, soft voice gave me unexpected chills as I tore myself from his tether.
I nodded, signaling for him to continue.
“To the outside world, this might be a strange way for us to move forward, but I’ll follow your lead.
If you want to be a freak, I’ll scratch any itch you get.
I plan to be by your side for the long haul.
” Cairo lifted my necklace and kissed it before pressing it back against my neck. “Thank you for being vulnerable.”
I wasn’t sure what the long haul was or how that might work for us. Instead of overanalyzing Cairo’s words, though, I kissed him deeply. As our tongues danced, I massaged his shoulders and absorbed every bit of light he passed my way. When I felt myself leak a little, I leaned back.
“How would you like to penetrate my walls on this couch? Or that ancient Persian rug? Or the island in the kitchen?” I pointed at each destination as I mentioned it.
Cairo reached for my waist and rubbed his nose against the side of my neck. He kissed me next, the hair on his face tickling my skin and making me giggle. When I finally caught my breath, I held the side of his face and smiled.
“You can scratch my sexual itch by helping me christen as many pieces of Liberation’s precious furniture and surfaces as possible.
They care about things more than people, so if I break anything or mess it up, they can just replace it.
Since they think I’m a ho anyway, I might as well use their residence for my man to turn me out. ”
Cairo gave me a mischievous grin and squeezed my thigh.
“You are so bad. Let’s do it.”
I guided Cairo to my couch. Within seconds, we reached for each other, kissing and groping as if we were starving for each other’s affection.
I kissed his neck and rubbed my hand onto his smooth back.
He kissed and sucked on the base of my neck, driving me to a place of ecstasy as the scent of his cologne and beard oil filled my nostrils.
As I clung to him, I said a silent prayer for God to give me the strength to take every inch of Cairo with grace when he finally made love to me.
When we broke our caress, he stood before me shirtless in big, socked feet.
I rose and guided him to a six-figure 10x13-foot rug from Iran that lay in a medium-sized sitting room.
The unique Mandala design in the middle drew one’s eyes to symmetrical geometric patterns in various shades of maroon, periwinkle blue, beige, and canary yellow.
The rug was a handcrafted work of art from a donor who, before Cairo, was the biggest donor in school history.
The soft wool and silk fabric would be the perfect location for an irreverent romp with the hunk of man-flesh before me.
“Come here, baby. Let me take off your pants and see what you’re working with.” I dropped to my knees, eye level to Cairo’s crotch.
When I said the word ‘baby,’ he grinned like a Cheshire cat.
“I like this side of you.”
I reached for the button of his jeans. Like a dehydrated woman in the Arizona Desert in the summer, I licked my lips and cupped his balls through his jeans. “I bet nothing this fine has ever entered this boring residence.”
Cairo chuckled as I continued feeling him up through his clothes.
My need for him was so intense I inwardly shook like a crack fiend as I unzipped his pants and lowered them.
“Step out of these for me.”
When he did, I swore my mouth watered as he rubbed his hand over his thick erection through his boxer briefs. That thang jumped at me as my eyes fixated on his girth. Cairo then bent and got out of his underwear, which I picked up and placed on top of his jeans.
“I’ve died and gone to heaven.” I rubbed his length and kissed the tip of his penis before releasing him.
He chuckled, then kneeled.
“We’re just getting started. Lean back, sweetheart, and open your legs for me.”
I made myself comfortable and lay on the rug before lifting my hips. When I widened my legs, my skirt rose up toward my waist. A low whistle escaped his full lips.
“Madam President…” Cairo drawled in a slow, southern accent.
“Yes, Mr. Kinney?”
“You are so damn sexy.”
“Thank you.” I smiled and blushed as cool air hit my bare lips down south.
I didn’t want anything, not even fabric, to come between Cairo and me when it was time for us to consummate this relationship. He rested his hand on my kitty. Cairo’s long fingers traced the outline of my thighs and legs, finally resting at my honey pot.
“She’s pretty, baby, like a little chocolate bunny.” He held my knees and widened me even more before going in. “I’ve got to taste you.” I tingled as he ducked his head between my legs and lowered his mouth to my center.
He kissed my lower lips, then ran his tongue up and down my slit several times. His tongue tricks had me ready to pass out.
“Oh…” A loud groan escaped my lips.
As he continued his moves, my eyes focused on his strong, dark back that moved up and down like a panther.
He licked and lapped me up so much I started to lose my focus.
I looked up at the cream-colored ceiling and grasped for the rug.
I wasn’t used to being out of control like this. I lifted my head slightly and panted.
“Give me a minute to gather myself, or I’m going to cum in your mouth.”
“Do it, baby. Don’t you dare hold back.” He maintained eye contact and alternated between fingering and tonguing me.
I tossed my head back again and shut my eyes tight as an eruption rose in me. I panted and bit my lip hard.
“But then again, I’d hate for you to leak on this pretty rug. They’re so petty they might make you pay for it. I can get a towel real quick.” Cairo stopped touching me with a raised brow.
“Are you serious right now? You are rubbing me into a tizzy, and you’re concerned about a rug? And thinking of leaving me to get a towel? Damn that. Maybe my juice can bring some flavor to this place with its archaic rules and terrible treatment of women.”
I wasn’t sure how such coherent words escaped my mouth.
He laughed then inserted another finger into my increasingly wet center. I noticed that his eyes stayed on the section of rug below my behind though until he sucked my clit hard.
Before I could tease him again, my mind came undone. I bucked and threw my head back as warm liquid flowed from me, hitting Cairo’s face and the rug beneath me.
Once my breathing slowed, he eased up. I smiled, pleased that Cairo was a co-conspirator to one of the marks I would leave as president of Liberation University.