18. Another First Date #2
Nadine shook her head, dismissing Zaire’s comment.
“It wasn’t even like that. Just caused me more trouble than anything.
Men thought I was arm candy. Girls thought I wanted their man and was stuck up.
Shit, the whole time I was probably staring at the girl, not the dude. Too scared to say anything.”
“So, how does it feel now?”
Nadine put her napkin in her lap. “How does what feel?”
“Not hiding who you are. I mean, I just tongued you down in a restaurant full of folks and you didn’t run.”
“You didn’t give me much of a choice,” laughed Nadine. “But honestly, I feel whole. Happy in my skin for the first time in a while. I guess I have Eddie, my therapist, and you to thank for that.”
Zaire waved her hand. “Please! Don’t thank me. I didn’t do anything.”
Nadine placed a hand on Zaire’s thigh. “Stop that, baby girl. Seeing you that night at Secrets reawakened something in me I didn’t know was missing. I’m definitely glad you showed up on my doorstep.”
Zaire looked at Nadine, lips pursed. “You sure you don’t regret not sending me back out the door?”
Nadine moved her hand up and down Z’s warm thighs.
She could smell the scent of her body oil as she inched closer.
“Granted, the situation isn’t that ideal, but it is what it is.
I can promise you I won’t take advantage of it.
No power tripping over here. I will take care of you, Zaire. In so many ways…if you let me, love.”
Zaire leaned forward, pressing her lips against Nadine’s. She could feel her smiling. “See, that’s Big Mama energy right there.”
With her other hand, Nadine grabbed Zaire by the back of her neck, a delicious gasp escaping her lips. “Then give Big Mama a real fucking kiss.”
After feeding each other various tapas and drinking damn near a pitcher of sangria, Nadine found herself on the dance floor, with Zaire grinding on her.
It was supposed to be a salsa lesson, but it was turning into something extremely hot and slightly scandalous.
At one point, Zaire’s dress began riding up, damn near exposing her fat ass to the world.
It was then Nadine confirmed her date definitely wasn’t wearing any panties.
An audience had gathered near them, encouraging them and being generally voyeuristic.
Nadine would normally be a bit self-conscious, but she didn’t care.
Let them stare. Granted, she was tipsy and totally out of her element.
It was also the most fun she’d had in a long time.
Zaire was with her. She was going to enjoy this completely.
The DJ changed to a slower song. Nadine thought that was the perfect time to catch her breath.
But Zaire had other plans. She pulled Nadine close, holding her around the waist at first, but eventually, her hands traveled lower to palm her ass.
They were chest to chest, damn near melting into each other on the dance floor as they swayed to the beat.
Through the thin material of Zaire’s dress, she felt her hardened nipples against her exposed skin. So no bra either…damn.
“You just want to grind on me? You don’t want to slow dance?” Zaire asked in a low, seductive voice. It made Nadine tingle and her nipples stiffen.
“Of course I do, but baby, I am not as young as you. I need to take a breather. And I gotta pee.”
Zaire rolled her eyes. “Fine. Go on and handle your business. I’ll be waiting.”
“Thank you, baby.” Nadine giggled as she placed a quick peck on her lips and made her way to the bathroom.
She snaked down the hall until she finally found the single-stall unisex restroom.
She was entirely too grateful because that Sangria was running through her.
Nadine relieved herself and was reapplying her lipstick when she heard a knock at the door.
“Coming. I’ll just be a second,” she called out.
But the knocking wouldn’t stop.
Annoyed, Nadine threw her tube of lipstick back in her clutch and snatched open the door.
“What!”
Zaire was standing there. She opened the door wider, pushing past Nadine. The snick of the door locking echoed off the walls was so loud that Nadine jumped a bit.
It was like deja-vu.
“What are you doing?” Nadine laughed nervously. “Don’t tell me the sangria got you too?”
“No mami,” Zaire shook her head. “You were gone too long.”
“I was literally gone less than five minutes.”
“Five minutes apart from you, Cookie? Way too fucking long.”
Zaire pushed Nadine up against the sink, her mouth finding hers.
Her kiss was warm and hard, her tongue laying claim to Nadine’s mouth.
It was less of a kiss and more of a warning to never kiss anyone else again.
When Nadine moaned, Zaire grabbed her by the throat, teeth sinking into her bottom lip.
The pain stung as a slight metallic taste filled her mouth, but Nadine loved it.
She grabbed Zaire’s waist, pawing at her dress until her ass was exposed.
Nadine cupped her cheeks, spreading them apart until a finger teased her back entrance.
“Fuck, Nadine,” moaned Zaire. “You trying to go there, mami?”
Nadine didn’t respond. Instead, she moved her hand and plunged two fingers into Zaire’s pussy, moving in and out, collecting her essence all over her fingers.
Nadine delighted in hearing Zaire’s pussy talk and grip her fingers with such force.
Before Zaire could come from the feeling, Nadine pulled out, took her wet fingers, and gently guided one into Zaire’s asshole.
“Shiiit!” Zaire cried out as she lifted a knee slightly on the sink to give Nadine better access.
Nadine moved gently at first, then faster, careful to make sure Zaire could balance on her heels.
She took her other hand and played with Z’s throbbing clit.
Zaire, unable to speak, stared up at the ceiling.
Nadine knew she had her where she wanted her.
“Don’t you want to come for me, pretty girl?” asked Nadine, her fingers working in both places. “You look so pretty when you come for me.”
“Shit, yes Cookie. I wanna come for you. Fuck.” Zaire’s head fell to Nadine’s shoulder as she braced herself for an orgasm.
“Look at me, Z,” demanded Nadine
Zaire’s eyes met Nadine’s in the mirror. They were glassy as she tried to breathe through her orgasm. When she came, her juices squirted all over Nadine’s perfectly manicured hand. Nadine removed her fingers and placed them in Zaire’s mouth, letting her savor the taste of herself.
When she was done, Nadine kissed her, enjoying the taste of them. Together. It was so perfect Nadine wished she could bottle it up.
“See, you’re so pretty when you come,” Nadine praised. “So fucking pretty.”
Zaire let her leg down and stepped back. Nadine smirked as she turned back to the sink to wash her hands.
“I know you don’t think we’re done.” Zaire said, her breath hitching.
Nadine looked up at her through the mirror. “Sweetheart, you can barely stand up.”
“No, I’m talking about you, Nadine.”
Zaire came behind Nadine, lifting her skirt and tugging down her lace boy shorts. Nadine stepped out of them, careful not to snag her heels on them. Zaire bent down, spreading Nadine’s ass and licking and sucking her pussy from the back.
“Shit Z,” gasped Nadine as her fingers splayed against the mirror. If Zaire licked her anymore with that lethal tongue of hers, Nadine was liable to be sent to an early grave.
Eventually, Nadine was given a reprieve when Zaire came up for air. “Put your knee up on the fucking sink, Cookie.”
Nadine didn’t argue and did what she was told. She watched through the mirror as Zaire went into her clutch.
“Look straight ahead,” Zaire instructed.
Nadine playfully rolled her eyes and looked in the mirror. Z was so bossy, but it was cute. Before she could utter another word, she heard buzzing.
“Goddamit!” Nadine screamed as the tiny bullet vibrator assaulted her clit.
Zaire smirked. “I know you didn’t think you were gonna make me come and me not do the same for you, Cookie.” She said, placing a kiss on the underside of Nadine’s jaw as she increased the speed of the tiny but powerful toy.
Nadine couldn’t take it. The bullet was alternating between Nadine’s clit and gliding between her slick folds, making the entire ordeal almost torturous. Her legs were about to give out on her as an orgasm ripped through her. Zaire held her up, one arm around her waist.
Her hand moved from her waist to Nadine’s throat, where she squeezed as the bullet steadily rang her bell. “Look at you, Cookie. Coming for me. You’re so nasty, mami.”
Nadine could hear knocking at the door. She had no idea how long they’d been in there, but she wasn’t about to leave until she got hers. She grabbed hold of the sides of the mirror, praying she wouldn’t rip it down from the goddamn wall. If she did, fuck it, she’d pay for it.
“Oh god! Z…” Nadine said through gritted teeth as the wave of satisfaction poured over her and its evidence all over the bullet. Nadine watched through the mirror as Zaire pulled the vibrator away, licked it clean, and dropped it back in her purse.
“Hey, we trying to pee here!” someone yelled from outside as they banged again on the door.
Quickly, they freshened up with paper towels and set themselves right again.
Nadine took Zaire’s hand. “C’mon baby. Let’s go have dessert.”