10. Koi #3
“You went to the property manager about the condo? Don’t you think this is going a little too far? Like what the fuck? Just fuck us and our history?”
He had the audacity to try and shift the blame on me. Either Marcel was drunk, or he was delirious, but he needed to get out of my ear talking bullshit.
“Marcel, goodbye. You are not about to call me on stupid shit for real. I told you I was done, I’m out, it’s over. Move the fuck on!”
“Cut the shit. We are good. It’s a bump in the road, but we can get through this, ma.” He sounded like a bitch whining in my ear. “You mean to tell me you’re done? All the years we put in?”
“Done!” I yelled into the phone, annoyed. “Get off my line and go on and help me sell the condo.”
“Where will you live? Back in Patterson? I doubt you wanna go backwards.”
“Marcel, I'd go in the shelter before I live with you, let alone sleep in the same bed as you?” I scoffed. “You better hope your ass don’t get worms coming outta your dick after fucking with her ass.”
“So what? You trying to put a root on me?”
“Nigga you are not worth me going to the lady for.” I ended the call, started up the car, and drove straight to my hotel in silence. A long shower and a hot meal were the only things that were on my mind.
I got to my hotel within thirty minutes.
Exhausted, I kicked off my shoes at the door, peeled off my dress, tossed it on the chair, and sighed.
I stood in silence, just enjoying the peace, when my phone went off.
Annoyed, I wanted to fling it across the room when I saw it was a text from Rae. Shocked, I swiped up to open it.
My eyes popped open when I saw what it said.
Rae: I’m staying in the city tonight. I really am not in the mood to go home. Yet I’m not in the mood to end the night early. If you’re up for a drink, here’s my address to my hotel.
I was caught off guard by how straightforward she was. I’m sure by now we have broken all patient-therapist clauses. We had hung out on more than one occasion, texting, and even sharing shit with each other that should be prohibited, which would have other people looking at us weird.
I could use the night out, but my feet were tired. I jokingly texted her that my feet were sore and maybe I needed to sit my ass down. Her response had me choking on my spit.
Rae: So come sit in my lap then, and let me give you a foot massage. I promise you won’t regret it.
Koi: Girllll, don’t tempt me with a good time.
Rae: Off the record. I got you.
Koi: Give me an hour. I’m going to shower and change.
Rae: Sounds like a plan.
As planned, Rae was sitting at the bar, taking a gulp from her drink when I made it to her. She turned to me when she felt my presence nearby.
“Hey girl.” She looked down at my feet. “You came prepared in your slides.”
“Listen, you said you got me so, have at it, miss mamas,” I smirked. “What you drinking?”
“I was gonna opt to order room service, what you think?”
“Umm,” I swallowed hard. I didn’t know what to think of the question but if I did want a foot massage. There was no way I was gonna get one out here in the restaurant.
“If you’re uncomfortable, we can stay here,” she chuckled. “I just want to make you as comfortable as possible.”
“Right.” I looked around at the amount of people who were in the restaurant. “Let’s go. And you better know how to give a good massage, girlfriend,” I sang.
“I can do more than that but-” her voice trailed off. “Let me hush.” I raised my brow.
A foot massage and two drinks later, I was sitting across from Rae in the chair while she sat on her bed.
“So why are you staying at the hotel tonight?” I questioned her.
“He had been getting on my nerves lately, and today I just wanted to get away from him.” I didn’t know what kind of marriage Rae had, but I’d be damned if I was married and my husband didn’t question me booking a room in the middle of the week.
It was suspect, and Rae didn’t seem the least bit fazed by it. I, on the other hand, was side eyeing her as if she was the problem.
“Here.” She picked up the glass of wine, lifting it to my lips. “Have some of this.” Rae went to the small Bose speaker, turning up Ella Mai’s song, “This Is” as she sang along. I was in my own world, bopping my head to the beat and sipping slowly.
Rae’s eyes trailed my body, causing a fire to ignite.
I knew it was the wine because I had never in my life looked at another female twice, yet I couldn’t keep my eyes off the way she swayed her wide hips from side to side.
And before I knew it, she was standing in front of me, pulling me up from my seat.
“Dance with me. Loosen up and let your hair down.”
“Huh?”
“Live in the moment for once.” Rae pulled me closer to her, our faces inches from each other.
“Are we crossing the line?” I stood in front of her as her hand slipped down the front of my tennis skirt, causing my heart rate to speed up, never breaking eye contact. Much taller in height, Rae dominated the moment.
“Crossing the line would be satisfying our hunger for each other and trying to act like there isn’t something here between us.” She placed her index finger over my lips as her other hand circled my pussy.
Hot, horny, and slowly spreading my legs, I allowed her to take full control of the situation. Whatever ill thoughts I had about us going any further were overshadowed when she inserted her finger inside of me.
My chest heaved up and down, mouth agape, letting out a low moan as I closed my eyes.
Chicks were never my thing; this was all new. But with the hurt, lack of sexual intimacy, and the need to feel wanted, Rae had just opened Pandora’s box that I had yet to explore.
With little to no space in between us, Rae demanded I look at her. She wanted me to see just how excited she was to finally have me. I, too, wanted this moment to happen.
“I need to take these off,” I pulled her hand from the inside of my skirt. My pussy was dripping wet and throbbing.
As many late night conversations we had, imagining her between my thighs wasn’t on my bucket list, but having her standing in front of me. Eyes low, biting down on her bottom lip, I was ready to give Rae all that she wanted and craved.
“Let me.” She pushed me back softly on the bed, lifting my legs and tugging at my skirt. Freshly waxed with no underwear, she got a front view of me naked. “Take off your shirt, I want to see all of you.”
Unlike being with a man, I submitted to her demands. I willingly stripped, tossing my clothing to the side. Without any warning, Rae dropped to her knees, parted my legs inhaling my scent.
“What?” I panicked, almost closing my legs on her head.
“You smell just like I imagined. Sweet with a warm musk. Shit.” I looked on, confused.
Rae wasted no time kissing my inner thighs, soft yet hungry. She deliberately kissed and licked her way to my middle, never once placing her lips on my pussy.
Eager, I grabbed the back of her head, entangling her box braids in my hand, pushing her head closer to me.
“My timing, not yours.” I wanted to scream out from the way she had me panting and begging.
The anticipation had me dripping wet as she blew softly, kissed my lips, and used her tongue to part them.
“Fuck, oh gosh, Rae!” I closed my eyes tightly, unable to look at her slowly devour me. Satisfied, she pulled back as I popped my eyes open with a smirk on her face.
Rae parted my lips, sucking on my clit before making a suctioning motion. I bit down on my lip, squeezed my pussy muscle tightly until she dipped her index finger inside of me while her tongue gave my clit a good lashing.
“Fuck, fuck, tssk…” I didn’t know if I should pull my curls out, grab the pillow, or keep my hand on the back of her head. All that didn’t matter though as my legs fell to the side and my hips gyrated, bumping up against her mouth.
“Umm, hmm.” Her moans and breath had my head so far gone that I didn’t realize just how loud I was moaning until she removed her mouth, talking me through it. “Give me that pussy, that’s it, that’s what I wanted. You gonna cum for me, right?”
Unable to speak, I nodded, in a trance. Everything about her was sexy. The way she licked her lips with each thrust of her finger.
“Come sit on my face.” On the verge of cumming, Rae pulled back, removed her black dress, lying back on the bed. She tapped my leg. “I said my face, ride it.” I didn’t waste any time moving to where she lay. Rae nudged her nose in my direction. “I’m not coming up off this pussy, just so you know.”
“I don’t want you to,” was all I said before I planted myself on her face. My back arched, massaging my nipples, eyes closed. I fucked Rae’s face until I was no longer in control of my body. “I’m, I’m cumming,” I yelled out, throwing my head back, looking at the ceiling fan spin round and round.
Her hands gripped my ass, spreading my cheeks, making it hard for me to get up. My body became limp after releasing.
“Rae. Rae, what are you doing to me?” I exhaled just as she lifted me, laying me back on the bed.
“I’m not done with you. When I said I was gonna please you. I meant it and don’t hold back on me.”
For the rest of the night, Rae sucked and fucked me into what was about to be a much needed slumber. Relaxed in her arms, I wanted to taste her but didn’t know exactly how to go about asking.
“You up?” I asked in a low whisper.
“I wasn’t, but wassup? You okay?
“Can you teach me? I want to taste you,” she chuckled, looking down at me.
“That may be crossing the line, rookie.” She licked her plump lips. “I’ll let you have me next time. But this time, it was all about your fine ass.” She paused. “Go to sleep. We both have work in the morning.”
Sleep was the last thing on my mind, yet Rae was lightly snoring in a matter of minutes.