Chapter Ten – Reluctant Rendezvous #2
I slipped inside, closing the door behind me, and turned on the water. I pulled my phone out of my pocket. It wasn’t too late to call for help.
“No,” I whispered. “I don’t need them to get me out of this. I can do this on my own.”
With a stern expression, I pointed at my reflection.
“You’re a big girl. Tell her the truth. Tell her you shouldn’t have come here and you’ll see her around, then take your ass home!”
I splashed a little water on my face and grabbed one of the folded towels to dry off, then frowned at the smear of my light makeup I left behind. I’d forgotten all about it.
“Oh well,” I muttered as I turned and walked out of the bathroom.
When I opened the door, Jenna was there, eyes wide and lips tinted red from the wine she’d had.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“Yeah, but I think I should—” Just before I could tell her it was time for me to leave, Jenna jumped me.
I mean, the woman was on me. She slammed her lips against mine and ran her hands through my hair, finding my earlobe.
She knew what it did to me when she played with my ears.
It was like an instant fire button. That was all it took for me to forget whatever the hell I had decided to tell her. Go home? Who, me? Never!
“What?” I gasped when she pulled away. “What was that?”
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” She bit her lip. “Blame it on the drink?”
I was going to rebut what she said when the strap on her dress fell. She reached for it, but instead of putting it back in place, she pulled it further down.
“This is a bad idea, Jenna,” I said, eyes still on her tits, which were begging to be let free.
“Yeah, probably,” she said, tone so seductive, I was instantly wet. She slipped her hand around my neck and pulled me to her lips again.
I didn’t resist her, but I spoke my doubts against her lips. “This is a really bad idea.”
“Well stop me.” Her lips left mine, trailing kisses across my jawline and down my neck. Then, she did it: she pulled the trigger. Her fingers found my earlobes, both of them, and she applied that pressure just the way I like it.
“Fuck,” I groaned then lifted her from the floor, wrapping her legs around my waist.
“I love these new muscles of yours,” she giggled against my neck.
“Oh, yeah?” I said, laying her down on the bed. “What else do you love?”
I shouldn’t have said that, because it made things too real. I saw it flash across her face. She wanted to say she loved me, but she held back. Was this her plan all along? There was no way she still held love for me after all these years.
She must have noticed my contemplation, because she blurted out her next statement. “This doesn’t have to lead to anything more.”
When I said nothing, she pulled me down. My body crashed against hers as she kissed me. I felt the desperation there, the urgency to have me, and I knew damn well it would lead to so much more. It always did with her.
Still, I went on. I leaned over her, kissing her lips while she undressed beneath me.
She wiggled her hips as she pulled the dress down, but only got it to bunch up around her waist. It didn’t matter.
She’d done enough for me. When I glanced down, those perky breasts, still plump after all these years, stared back at me, only sliding slightly to the side with gravity.
I left her lips and grabbed each one, pressing them to the center, then alternated kissing them both as she moaned softly. I flicked my tongue over her nipples, relishing the taste and texture of her flesh.
“Kiss me,” she whispered, and I did as she asked, returning my lips to hers.
Jenna pulled my jacket from my shoulders, gripping my arm when it was off, and lifted her hips with eagerness.
She grabbed my hand and pulled it to her stomach before pushing it down further. I took the lead, slipping my fingers beneath the lace of her panties and teasing her lips before shifting my weight.
I broke our kiss and slid down the bed, pulling the dress that bunched around her waist with me. With her dress on the floor, my lips trailed to the inside of her knee, and I kissed my way up her inner thigh, passing familiar freckles and a scar she’d gotten from playing soccer.
Her scent, as enticing as ever, pulled me along the path. It called me to return to where I had been many times before. I licked my lips as I made my final approach.
“Yes,” she moaned as she lifted her hips, pushing her pussy closer to my mouth.
Her eagerness was my encouragement. I would be lying if I said it wasn’t my favorite of all the emotions I felt from people.
Their desire for me, their lust. I could make them feel it if I wanted, but I never did.
I wanted an organic hit, and Jenna’s was strong.
I dropped my wall, that mental shield, and let her desire roll over me.
Then, I brushed my lips against her pussy, felt the wetness of her through her panties, and pressed firm kisses against her clit.
She moaned, reaching down to pull my head closer, begging me to do more.
I continued just as I was, teasing her as I kissed her and toying with the edges of her panties.
I smiled, ready to take it a step forward, when I glanced up.
The familiar wide eyes of my ex-girlfriend weren’t the ones that met me.
I stared right into bright pink ones. I blinked to clear my vision as Jenna flickered into view then faded away, and Likosa was there again.
Her head fell back, her braids splayed out around her.
I shook my head, trying to clear my mind, but it didn’t work.
Likosa looked me in the eye. Her deep, sultry voice, the complete opposite of Jenna’s, spoke to me. “Why are you stopping? Eat me, Shontae.”
This is fucked up, girl! You can’t do this with her while thinking about someone else.
“Shit,” I muttered against the lace of her panties. “I’m sorry.”
I stood and moved away from her, searching for my things.
“What’s wrong?” The voice was a blend of the two, but when I looked back, it was Jenna on the bed again.
“I can’t do this, Jenna. I’m sorry.” I apologized again and then turned and grabbed my things. I headed out, leaving her there.
“Shontae, wait.”
I couldn’t let her stop me, because what I was about to do was messed up! So, I pushed a wave of ease at her so strong, she fell back and passed out on the bed. Maybe she would think it was from drinking too much.
I was about to leave but stopped. I couldn’t leave her like that, naked and half dangling off the bed. It would be bad for her back. I pulled back the bedding, lifted her, and put her in a comfortable spot, covering her with the blanket before I got the hell out of there.
“Fuck!” I said as the elevator closed and I called a new ride. As soon as I confirmed the ride, I shot a text to the girls.
S.O. motherfucking S!