Chapter 21 Adam
Chapter twenty-one
Adam
Maya watches the city pass through the window of the cab, and I pull her tighter against my side.
Tonight, I’m taking her to my favorite place in all of New York City: Brooklyn Bowl.
I’ve always been shit at bowling, but the food is amazing (where else can you eat falafel and blackened salmon and bowl at the same time?) and the live bands are stellar.
Eric gifted me two tickets for The Roots when his sitter fell through, and Maya was my automatic plus one.
If his taste in everything else is as good as his taste in music, Eric might graduate from “work friend” to “real friend” soon.
Things with Maya have been incredible. It’s been four weeks since we made things official, and every time together is just as erotic as the first. The morning after her surprise seduction, I woke her up early to leave my stamp on her pussy twice more; once with her knees flung over my shoulders, buried deep inside her as I rubbed her clit until she spoke in tongues, and again in the shower, our lovemaking fogging up the glass way more than steam ever could.
I never even thought about setting a timer for cuddling.
Ravenous, we ordered delivery from the deli across the street before taking a train downtown and walking the Highline all afternoon.
We talked about everything, from why she left her hedge fund job to finally follow her passion, to how close I am with my brothers and the friendly rivalry between my dad, Noah, and Henry, Jr., the lawyers of the family.
Ever since, we’ve been alternating between my place in Bushwick and her place in Fort Greene, spending almost every night together.
There’s never enough time before I have to leave for work or she has to get home to feed Kahn.
During our sleepovers, I discovered that she can be a bit bossy in the bedroom, and that I’m more than happy to follow her orders.
“So, have you been to Brooklyn Bowl before?” I can only see her silhouette in the darkness of the cab, punctuated by the red and green of traffic lights. She turns to me and smiles.
“Actually no. Because I value my time and safety, I’ve made a point of avoiding any place that can only be reached via the G train.” She absently puts her hand on my leg and I silently thank God I suggested we take a cab instead of the subway to hide my reaction to her.
“Well, Ms. Smart Aleck, you’re in for a treat. I used to sneak out to see bands play here all through high school. And I caught a show every trip home during college.”
“Wow. I really had you pegged from the beginning. Did you wear any of your fedoras when you snuck out?” I can’t see the mischievousness in her eyes, but I can certainly hear it in her tone.
It might be time I come to terms with being a hipster.
I tickle her in the spot behind her knee and she can’t help but squeal with laughter.
I keep firm hold of her hips when she attempts to squirm away.
“Oh yeah? We’re doing that? OK!” She tries to tickle me on my side but is thwarted by my flannel and t-shirt, which dampen her efforts. She huffs in mock frustration before inclining her head and kissing along my neck. My dick goes from semi-hard to steel in two seconds flat.
“Uh huh. You may not be that ticklish, but I can still get a rise out of you.” She kisses more deeply and even sucks my earlobe.
“Maya,” I whisper so the driver won’t hear. “How am I supposed to get out if you have me standing at full attention when we get there?” She just laughs and moves to my other ear. I close my eyes in pleasure.
“That sounds like a you problem, Adam.“ She loves getting me riled up and then making me beg for it. I cast a nervous glance at the driver before deciding Mohammed has probably seen way worse in the back of his cab. I pull Maya into my lap and kiss all over her cleavage before plundering her mouth. She tastes like cinnamon gum and her own unique flavor. As usual, I can’t get enough.
“Two can definitely play that game, Maya,” I say against her lips.
I tangle my fingers in her locs (which she wore down tonight, at my request), tilting her head for better access to her mouth. She’s pushing her tits against me and I move my hand up her shirt to squeeze them but stop myself in the knick of time.
“Wait, wait,” I pant, pulling away to rest my forehead on hers. “We’re about to start something we can’t finish here.”
If my dick had legs, it would kick my ass right now. It’d also probably run to Maya’s house and beg to move in. Both of us are breathing heavily, but calmer heads prevail and she reluctantly slides off my lap to sit next to me. She keeps her hand on my thigh, though.
“Sorry. You’re right. You just make me so horny sometimes.” I take her hand, intertwining our fingers.
“The feeling is mutual, baby.” Very fucking mutual. She might be the first woman whose sex drive has matched mine.
I feel the cab start to slow and spot the marquee in the distance. It looks like we stopped just in time.
Maya is so terrible at bowling, I would feel bad if she weren’t such a good sport.
All night, I’ve gotten to watch her waddle up to the lane, bend over, and granny roll her ball down the lane.
Even the people in the booth next to us snickered when she acted like she’d won gold at the Olympics after knocking down just three pins.
She’s so goddamn cute it hurts. This time, her ball slowly drops into the gutter, all her pins still upright.
“You know, I could have them put up the bumpers, if you like.” She turns around with fire and passion in her eyes, letting me know my jokes won’t go unpunished.
Of course, punishment for her means either I have to give her a massage, or she gets to pick where we eat for dinner.
She hasn’t figured out that, since my massages work like foreplay, I might be goading her on intentionally… just a little.
“And who are you? The Big Lebowski?”
“Solid reference, baby. Maybe watching some more bowling movies will improve your game.” She smiles and playfully punches my arm.
“Alright. Your turn.”
I bowl a decent seven while Maya sips her spicy margarita. As I walk back to our booth, she looks at me with a thoughtful expression on her face.
“What’s up, babe?” She puts her drink down and turns to face me.
“I really like you, Adam.” That’s it? I thought it was obvious we like each other, even just based on the cab ride here. But she seems so earnest in her admission, I have to respond.
“I really like you too, Maya.” She takes both of my hands in hers and kisses my knuckles before taking a deep breath. Oh God. What is she leading up to?
“I want you to meet my friends.” My heart resumes beating; Maya seems completely unfazed.
“Wow. Are we talking about Tiffany and Denise?” She and her girlfriends are close.
More than once, a text from one of them has woken me up in the middle of the night when she forgot to put her phone on silent.
One of those times, I saw something about “skipping girls’ night to get some Dubu dick” and almost died laughing. These chicks seem pretty cool to me.
“Yep. They said I’ve had you to myself for long enough and they need to meet the guy who was worth taking the train back early for.”
“That sounds great. Of course I want to meet them.” I give her a kiss on the cheek and nudge her to take her turn. “Where and when?” Maya bowls another goose egg and laughs at herself; I continue to enjoy the view as she bends over to roll the ball. She turns back to me, chagrined.
“Does brunch tomorrow sound OK? I know family dinner is Sunday evenings, so I’m hoping that works.” She looks nervous for my answer and I don’t hesitate to reassure her.
“Of course that works. Will mimosas be involved?”
“You know it.”
I wait to feel nervous about meeting her friends, but the dread never comes. Everything with Maya just seems natural. Even little things like holding hands and sharing dessert. I put that idea aside and order another round of drinks. Heavy thoughts can wait; tonight is all about fun.