2
For the last two days, I’d been on pins and needles, anxious for this day to arrive. This shit was all new to me, being this geeked up over a simple date with a woman. But there was this thing about Bree…I couldn’t quite put a finger on it, but I knew well enough that not pursuing what could potentially lead to my forever was never an option. And at exactly fifteen minutes before our brunch reservation I found myself on the stoop of the brownstone she lived in, ringing the bell for her to buzz me in.
We’d texted a little over the past couple days here and there. And I could definitely say that Miss Aubreanna Turner had my ass on her hook for sure. The door opened and she stood before me looking like the first blast of sunshine after a torrid storm wearing a golden sundress with strappy sandals and that wild mane of hers in its full glory splayed around her face. I stared blankly, briefly lost for words before I stepped forward, landing my hands on her waist before pulling her into me and pressing a soft kiss onto her lips. Just like in Vegas, she also smelled divine, something I commented on when I pulled back, looked at her, and murmured, “Damn baby, I gotta increase my tricking budget. Because whatever fragrance this is you’re wearing smells a little more expensive than a Bath and Body Works set.”
She slapped my chest, giggling as she walked through the door fully, making sure it was locked behind her before she said, with a roll of her eyes, “Silly ass.”
I clasped her hand in mine, leading the way to my sedan, opening the passenger door and watching her slide in and get settled. Once she moved to put on the seatbelt, I closed the door and swiftly rounded the vehicle, sliding into my seat and pressing the button to start my ride.
“Will you at least tell me where we’re going now? Since we’re on the way,” Bree asked after a few minutes of driving with comfortable silence between us.
“Are you always this impatient? I promise today will be enough for you to consider a second, then third, then…well you catch my drift, I’m sure.”
“You’re so…”
“Charming, irresistible, effortlessly handsome?” I offered.
“Much,” she finally concluded and I gave her a side eye, unable to take my eyes completely off the road. A few more moments of silence passed before she said, “That was a compliment by the way. You’re overwhelming but it feels good.”
“You certainly have a way with your words, beautiful,” I quipped, making her giggle. “But to ease your mind a little, I’ll at least tell you where we’re headed in the immediate. I made a reservation at Georgie’s Bistro for brunch, then…if you ain’t tired of me by the time we’re through I have another surprise for you.”
“Something tells me you’re trying to tie up my whole Sunday,” Bree quipped.
“And that something is right, baby. I told you I’m on a mission.”
That pretty ass smile of hers lit up her face as I came to a stop in front of Georgie’s and the valet approached my car. I got out, handed over the keys, and assisted Bree out to head to the host stand. Checking in and choosing to sit on their back terrace when given the option, Bree and I were led to our table relatively quickly considering how this place was hopping. I knew it was a popular brunch spot, I’d heard my sister and her friends raving about it enough, but this was actually my first time coming here.
Once we were seated and the server had brought us water before fetching our drink orders, Bree took a sip from her water then asked, “How did you know this was my spot? I love this place. Their lobster benedict is to die for.”
“Lucky shot in the dark,” I replied with a shrug. “I’ve actually never been here before, so put me on. What else is good on the menu?”
That was all she needed before she went on a lengthy explanation of her favorites and things to avoid in each section. I couldn’t help but keep my eyes fastened to her mouth, the gloss she wore making her lips look downright lickable. I’d been raised to have just a sliver of couth so I wouldn’t lean over and get my fill just yet, but before this night ended I definitely planned on feeling them against mine once more.
“You’re not listening to a word I’m saying, are you?” Bree said, chuckling.
“Your top three favorites are the benedict, the beyond the border scramble, and the banoffee french toast minus the fresh bananas. The great grains bowl is an abomination before God and if you’re drinking, the bellini flight over the bottomless mimosas is the way to go because you get a little twisted but not beyond your control,” I parroted back, bringing my eyes up to make direct contact with hers. “I can multitask, sweetheart.”
“Cute,” she replied, grinning. “So what’re you gonna get?”
“I was thinking about the beyond the border scramble after looking at the menu yesterday and I think you might have just talked me into it.”
“Shut up,” Bree said breathlessly.
“You’re a menu gazer?”
“What the hell is a menu gazer?” I asked, laughing.
“Somebody who has to check out the menu at a new place before visiting. Already knowing what you’re gonna order when you walk through the door, even though once you’re there you stare at a menu along with everyone else like you don’t know what you’re gonna get.”
“That is… a very specific definition.”
“My friends give me so much shit for it, game recognize game, baby.”
My lips curved into a smirk as I urged her, “Say that again.”
Her brow furrowed as she said, “Game recognize game?”
“Nah,” I replied, shaking my head. “The part where you called me baby. Felt good hearing that roll outta your pretty ass mouth.”
Bree just grinned as the server reappeared tableside, setting her bellini flight and my smoked old fashioned in front of us. Once we’d placed our orders, we got right back into conversation, the words flowing between us just as easily as they had in Vegas.
“Tell me about dancing with Joffrey?” I said, then took a sip of my drink.
Her eyes widened briefly before she schooled her expression, putting her flute down to ask, “Did you google me or something?”
I chuckled. “Nah, Munch mentioned it when we were driving home the other day as she sang your praises, saying you were, and this is a direct quote, goals .”
Her brows furrowed. “Munch?”
“You know her better as Lily. The nickname came from her love of snacking that she must’ve somehow inherited from me. I don’t quite know how to work out those genetics, but yeah.”
Bree giggled. “You guys were so cute together. She was so excited to see you were driving her home from the studio that day.”
“That’s my lil homie. Like I told you before, I didn’t get to see them all that often when they lived in DC, but that’s changed since they’re local. I try to spend as much time with her and Amaryllis as their teenage selves will allow.”
Bree’s gaze softened. “That’s so sweet. They’ll remember and cherish those times with you,” she said wistfully as her eyes glazed over briefly before she blinked and refocused on me with a sunny smile. “But, to answer the question you actually asked, Joffrey was a dream of mine for so long. And it was fun while it lasted, but I knew it would just be a season of my life. A time for me to branch out beyond our little studio and do something bigger than I dared to dream. During the few years I danced with the company, I was one of few Black ballerinas. And it was so cool when, after shows, little girls and their moms would stick around near the stage door. All of them needing to tell me just how much my representation mattered to them. Remembering that is why I go so hard with the girls in our studio in whom I see potential. Because I’d love for us to get to the day where little Black girls seeing multiple Black women dancing in a ballet company isn’t an anomaly but an occurrence that doesn't make anyone bat an eyelash. We’ve made some strides, but I feel like we still have a ways to go.”
“I can tell this means a lot to you, the passion in your voice is evident as you speak. I love that.”
“Enough about me, I feel like I don’t know a lot about you besides…” She let her words trail as a mischievous smile spread across her face before she took a sip from one of her bellinis.
“One of the most important things to know, if you ask me,” I replied, reaching across the table and threading my fingers through hers, feeling that instant spark between us the moment my fingertips met her soft skin. “But beyond that, I’m a simple dude. I work, play video games, get out and embarrass my boys in hoops at least every other Saturday if I’m not in the office. In other words, a real live nerd,” I concluded with a chuckle.
“What do you do for work?”
“Lead back end developer,” I said, laughing again when I saw her frown in confusion.
“Say more things.”
“Software engineering. I currently lead a team of five junior developers and we’re responsible for writing the code for our clients' apps, focusing on making sure everything works correctly for deployment, shit like that.”
“That sounds intense,” Bree noted.
“It can be…hell, this last project we worked on before I came out to Vegas was a doozy. And the shit got even crazier once I was back after vacation. But we figured out what was causing the issues and worked overtime to ensure we not only fixed the issues, but that the app was ready for deployment on its original timeline.”
“So you really weren’t fibbing when you called yourself a nerd before, huh?”
“Not at all.”
“Damn, I guess it’s true what they say about nerds after all,” Bree said teasingly, putting her glass to her lips before pinning me with a sultry glare. “You into anime too?”
“Yo, chill on me,” I said, knowing exactly what she was getting at without saying it. “But yeah, One Piece is my shit. I won’t even hold you.”
“Okay but Jujutsu Kaisen though?” she shot back with a raised brow.
“Oh shit,” I said, balling the hand that wasn’t occupied with hers into a fist in front of my mouth. “You know ball. Yeah, you know you just fucked up now, right? Looking how you look, smelling how you smell, and you an anime nerd?” I leaned forward, dropping my voice to where only she could hear me. “All that and the best pussy in the world? Yeah, good luck getting rid of me, baby.”
“Emory!” she whisper-yelled, scandalized as she whipped her head around to make sure no one heard me.
I said nothing more, just grinned as I saw our server approaching with the food over her shoulder. I let her hand go as the plates were dropped in front of us so we could commence to grubbing. She was right, this scramble did bang. After we finished eating we had just enough time to drive over to the rug spot. Once we’d parked and were steps from the entrance to the joint, Bree turned to me, eyes sparkling with joy as she said, “We’re going tufting? Oh my gosh! I’ve wanted to check this place out but no one would come with me.” She pointed a finger at me, shaking it as she grinned. “Oh you’re good .”
“I’m just getting started, baby. You ain’t seen shit yet,” I responded as I held the door open for her to precede me into the store.
The tufting shit actually wasn’t too bad. I chose what I thought would be a simple task, the NBA2K logo, while Bree chose to make a rug featuring pointe shoes. We laughed and joked along the way, but by the time we finished up a few hours later, her rug looked like she’d done this shit a million times while mine looked like I should have given up before starting. But that was cool, just seeing the sheer joy that resided on Bree’s face the entire day made everything worth it. By the time we were heading back to her place so I could drop her off, I was more than confident that I’d earned a follow up date.
The sun was setting as I walked her to her door, the last waning bits of its rays casting an ethereal glow around Bree as she turned to me, that damned lower lip caught between her teeth as she stared at me. I raised a hand to quell the abuse she was putting on it, gently extracting her lip from between her teeth with my thumb, caressing her face in the process.
“This was…fun. I can’t remember the last time I’ve spent a day just vibing like this,” she murmured, staring up at me as she stepped slightly closer. “You…wanna come up for coffee?”
I threw my head back in laughter at the question, knowing she was referencing an earlier conversation where I’d mentioned Brown Sugar being a guilty pleasure movie I loved to watch.
“You not gon’ pull a Houdini on me again after, are you?”
“You’re never gonna let me live that down, huh?”
“The joke’s got a little more shelf life. But uh…gon’ head and open that door. And just so you know? I take mine with extra cream .”
Moments later, she was pressed against the inside of her apartment door, one of those long legs of hers that I loved wrapped around my waist as I gripped her thigh with one hand and tangled the other in her hair. My face hovered near hers, mouths just barely touching. I grinned at the wanton look on her face. Slowly, I dragged my tongue along the seam of her lips before drawing her lower lip into my mouth, sucking it gently as she draped her arms over my shoulders. I took her mouth with unhurried swipes of my tongue against hers, growling in the back of my throat when she started emitting those little breathy moans that immediately had my dick bricked. Tearing my mouth from hers I kissed down her neck slowly, drawing abstract designs with my tongue over her skin.
“Emory, please,” she moaned.
“That’s all I’m trying to do, love,” I said, moving the hand on her thigh up higher, right along the edge of the tiny, lacy underwear she wore. “Pleasing you is the only thing on my agenda right now.” I dipped my fingers into her panties, grinning when I felt the wetness already accumulating there. “Is all this for me, baby?”
“Mmmmmm,” Bree cooed, moving her hips in time with my fingers sliding in and out of her. “Please,” she said once more and my resolve to take my time broke. Seconds later, my pants were undone, her panties pulled all the way to the side, and my dick was out, headed straight to its new home. Her back arched away from the door at my entry, Bree gasped, then dug her nails into my shoulders. “Fuck yes.”
I moved slowly, pumping into her adroitly, loving the way her pussy molded to my dick as if both were made for one another. My mouth was back on her skin, nipping and nibbling along her collarbone as I urged her to wrap both legs around my waist, ankles crossing at my lower back. The slight shift in position, changed the angle of my thrusts, my pelvis directly aligned with her clit as I moved in and out of her.
“This good for you, baby?” I asked, flicking my tongue against her hardened nipple through the thin fabric of her dress. “You feel so fucking tight, love. Fuck, milk me just like that, baby.”
I closed my eyes, hitting a rhythmic groove that sent her body up the length of the door then back down onto my dick with each stroke, making Bree sing my praises. I looked down at where our bodies were one, briefly panicking because I had been so ready to be inside of her that protection hadn’t crossed my mind at any point, but I was too far gone now, my dick glistening as it was covered in the evidence of her arousal.
“Look at us, baby,” I urged. “Look how that pussy creaming for me. Just how I like that shit. You ready to come for me?”
“Mmmhmmm,” she whimpered as her head thrashed back and forth, the slight quivering of her pussy signaling that she was close. I sped up my pace, needing to see her fall apart for me.
“That’s it, love. Come all over this dick,” I encouraged, moving my hips even faster now, spurred on by the sexy ass sounds coming from Bree as she reached her peak. Moments later she was doing just that, body shuddering as she let go, succumbing to her orgasm.
She’d never looked more beautiful, covered in bliss, punch drunk by ecstasy. As much as I would have loved to stay deep within the alluring depths of her warmth, I knew coming inside of her would probably not be met with the best result, so right before I knew I was about to come, I jerked out of her, dick in hand, spilling my seed onto the floor instead of into her.
Bree gazed down at where my cum rested, shaking her head at me with a grin before she said, “What a waste” and licked her lips.
“You can’t be saying shit like while tryna get rid of me,” I quipped with a smile.
“Well, I guess it’s a good thing I’ve decided to let you stick around for a while then, huh?” she shot back instantly.
I kissed her breath away, then slowly allowed her to her feet, watching her step around my spillage gingerly, then return with a rag and cleaning products held out to me. “Why don’t you go ahead and handle that, then hit the last door on the left and continue handling me?” she said before sauntering off with a sensual melody playing through her hips that had me working double time to clean up my mess so I could do exactly as she’d commanded.