Ok, ladies and gents. Haven’t published a story in a while, but when an idea hits me, my finger starts twitching. Enjoy. Just another day in the life of me.
Part 1: Heaven
The bedroom was barely illuminated by the closet’s flush ceiling light fixture. It had given the room a soft and old yellow tint. The shadows encompassing the room, along with the minuscule rays of light, gave her chocolate brown skin immense depth and contrast. As she inhaled and exhaled, her extremely fit, but smooth and curvaceous body moved ever so slightly. She was breathing art. We sat on the bedroom sofa two feet away from each other. Whether two feet, or 100,000 miles, our attraction to and subtle connection with each other kept us from being separated by any such minute distances. We were enveloped by our summertime romance. Even worse, we were fully aware that we were teetering on the edge of infidelity.
Even in the dim light, her eyes shined like brilliant brown diamonds; and every motion in her eyes moved me like Paris in June. There was a moment of silence, and I became entrenched in it. It was our thing; the moments of unspoken words and subtle communication. I reveled in it, and I’m sure it was just as intoxicating to her. As I sunk further and further into the depths of what heaven could feel like, her voice rescued me and brought me back to the surface of reality. “What’s your favorite color?”, she suddenly asked. A seemingly random question. You see, we knew no superficial knowledge of each other. And the contrary is the usual case in most relationships; whether platonic or intimate. It was as if we catapulted to the cliff’s edge where all our individual secrets and personal lives laid. We didn’t think to climb up; or rather we didn’t have a choice. Passion has no throttle.
We began exchanging information. “How many siblings do you have?” “What do you like to do for fun?” “What is the weirdest, most random thing you do most people are unaware of?” They were those random questions you ask at a cafe on a coffee date usually to keep the conversation progressing or during those awkward moments of silence. There were no awkward silences, however. No extra effort put forth. Just fortified intention and purpose. We wanted each other. We desired to know each other. We craved for potential.
“Don’t keep heaven busy by waiting”, I thought to myself, and wanted to communicate to her after what felt like a million years of questioning. I wanted to serenade her with the sense of my touch. Take the world into my hands, and make some trouble. As I suddenly reached for her, she stood up ready to leave my home. I grabbed her hand. She resisted. She resisted more. I wanted to let go. I didn’t want to let go. “Nothing lasts forever… including this moment” I said. I felt her pull weakening. As she slightly turned towards me, I began to lay on the sofa. She was still hesitant. “Closer”, I said. She finally gave into our desires and laid on top of me, and I cemented her with my arm as you would when you secure a loved one. While she laid there pressing her head against my chest, I pondered if she could hear my heartbeat. If she could hear it dance like the Christmas waltz on a merry Christmas day.
Part 2: Infidelity
As I awoke with her still lying upon me, I wondered how long I had slept. Was it seconds, tens of seconds, or minutes? It was unclear. Two things were clear though; that she was falling for me and that I felt momentary bliss. I think I finally knew what those crazy people in the movies with the cliched lines meant when they said “the world simply melted away.” Suddenly, she got up off of me and said “I have to go.” I was satisfied; or at least I thought I was. When she walked towards the front door, I rose as quietly as possible. I then traced her footsteps quickly and even more quietly. As she reached for the door knob, I grabbed her from behind and pushed her against the door. I gave her no chance to turn around. Our bodies were pressed against each other. With my right hand, I grabbed her neck and turned it forcefully in order to expose the left side of her neck. I could see her veins protruding like small streams on an almost desolate riverbed. It was time to revitalize this river, and overflow it with my intentions. I could feel her veins pulsating in my mouth. Barely noticeable over the sounds and vibrations of her deep breaths. Every so often, I would pause the enrichment of her neck, and we would gently, slowly, and sensually rub cheek-to-cheek. I was so caught in the moment that I was completely oblivious as to when she placed her hand on top of left hand as mine was around her waist. It felt as if she wanted to secure me as well. I had no intention of leaving my hand idle, however.
I slowly caressed her waist. Then her lower stomach. Whenever she inhaled and exhaled, her body would partially relax and then tense up. At the moment of exhale, I could feel the ridges in her abdominal muscles while enjoying the smoothness of her skin. I couldn’t help myself any longer. I slowly crept further down her lower stomach until I breached her jean shorts. She began squirming. She was reaching for something to hold onto, but the door was flat and uninterested in helping her; she wanted to brace herself. I was just a few inches away from glitter and gold. With her left hand, she reached behind her head to hold on to the back of my head. She stroked her fingers through my thick and coarse hair. It was soothing up until I hit gold, and she reacted by pulling my hair tight. Then tighter. She unbuttoned her shorts so I could go deeper. I thrusted my pelvis into her backside so I could go even deeper. I didn’t realize I was breathing hard, and my mouth was excreting so much saliva. My ego was beginning to uncover and erupt. I swung her around, and pressed her back against the door to face me. I showed her explicitly what was coming next by teasing myself with the taste of gold. I continued the illegal mining of it, but I wanted to let her know that my intentions were not to just pilfer and pillage. We momentarily looked into each other’s eyes and communicated through them, and in a matter of seconds, history, wants, and desires were exchanged. It’s you and I. Our noses first touched, and then the top of our lips. You could say I heisman’d her bottom lip as I smoothly and effortlessly transitioned from almost connecting our bottom lips to gently kissing her soft cheeks. Unpredictability has a bit of mystery to it, and mystery extremely entices curiosity. I had laid waste to her supple cheeks. The curious feline was next. Although I was submerged in the moment, a part of my mental processes was dedicated to my next step. I pushed her jean shorts down to her knees, and then followed suit with her panties. I knew I would need her jeans to support the back of my head.
I didn’t look into her eyes as I transitioned to my knees, while lifting up her shirt a bit to kiss her stomach as I went down. Her breathing became stronger with every kiss down her abdominal. I maneuvered her legs on top of my shoulders and my head in between her body and her jean shorts. It, her glitter and gold that is, was giving me a high, and the subsequent dopamine released flooded my brain so much so that my vision was drenched in the rarest color. The color of royalty and nobility. I basked in its mystery and magic. Then her phone rang. I could feel the vibrations at the back of my head. I knew she could feel it in her legs. It quickly became irrelevant. Moments later it rang again, but this time it brought her back to reality. I was forced to put her down. An intruder had smuggled into our haven and desecrated it. When she looked at her phone, I knew the night was at an end. She refused to tell me who it was, but it was obvious that it was him. She then composed herself, turned around, and opened the door. “Goodbyes,” were the last thing on our minds, and nothing would have been said if I didn’t say anything. “I’m drowning in our potential,” I said as she walked out the door. She grabbed my hand momentarily, and in a soft and understanding voice, Temperance responded, “Johnny… swim”.
Part 3: Remorse
As he closed the door behind me, and I wobbled down the steps from his apartment in partial shock, I thought to myself, “my God…that was close. What just happened?” I took a deep strained breath to try to regain my composure as I realized that I’d almost completely fallen in deep with him without even an ounce of resistance. I wondered how it had been that I’d ended up spending the whole night at his place. How I could exist there in bliss with his head between my legs with the thought of my boyfriend nowhere in my mind. Then, reviewing the images in my mind of what had just happened, I inadvertently smirked; blushing instantly. My God how good he felt…with his strong arms lifting me above his muscular chest and the feeling of his tongue delving inside of me. I shivered…suddenly aware of the clear and steamy pool of excitement he had left between my sheer laced panties and dripping wet flower. As I stood there daydreaming at the driver’s side of my car, after finally reaching where I’d parked on the street adjacent to Johnny’s apartment building, I suddenly had a sharp awareness that I was: a) extremely turned on and aroused, and b) that I was in trouble.
As I entered the car slowly, overly aware of the glittery substance sliding between my legs with every move, it dawned on me that I had crossed the line at some point; without even realizing when it had become the point of no return. It obviously started with the night before. The amazing conversation about nothing and the glow in his eyes as I watched his eyes drink me with every word I uttered. How fucking good his plush lips looked and how masculine he carried himself. As always, I loved the throaty deep tone of his voice and even the way his fingers bent around the soft portions of the couch as we sat there under that ugly light from the closet. But even with the dull light, somehow his amazing cocoa brown skin looked so beautiful; like a smooth shimmering pool of dark chocolate waiting to be swam in. And somehow I had decided to stay there laying in his arms after he pulled me in; wrapped up in the delight he had provided me. He’d held me so tight and I didn’t even know if there was a point where I could’ve said no. He unnerved me. In ways no man ever had; not even him, my boyfriend. I paused as I drove across the small bridge leading back to the part of town I lived, and then a harsh pang of guilt hit the back of my conscious. “My God!!!” I thought; a flooded sense of panic overwhelmed my senses all at once. My mind went blank for a few seconds before salty burning tears flooded my eyes; a wicked game I was playing. As I sat in my car crying, I struggled to answer the internal questions flying around my mind. What would I tell him, my boyfriend, of the night before and the shameful moment that just took place between myself and the man I’d spent all summer getting to know? What would I tell him of the moment behind the front door of that apartment that had just happened moments before he called me? I looked down at my phone in disbelief; knowing that I would eventually have to return that call. Across my screen, “1 Missed Call,” glared at me in a light gray notification bubble exploding with judgment. I quickly looked away from it to look back at the road in front of me and to escape the ugly knot of dilemma rising from my chest into my throat; choking me softly.
As little clear raindrops began to hit my windshield and I turned on my wipers, a sense of my soul being torn in two separate directions drowned out all other sounds from the world around me. I was now cheating on my boyfriend of three years with a man I’d only known for a short three months…and I felt painful remorse about that, but somehow…I wanted it. All of it.
Part 4: Indulgence
As I walked into my condo partially dripping everywhere from the sudden August shower that had come out of nowhere, I carefully tried to take off my wet shoes to not track water everywhere. The last words I’d said to him, “Johnny…swim,” were ringing in my ears as I put my things down, and now walked barefoot back to my bedroom. I stopped at the entrance to my room and paused at the mess it still was from the frenzied rush the night before to decide what I would wear over to his apartment. I knew I would see him at the bars, and with even more confidence, would ask him then and there if I could come over. I wanted to possibly have a chance to confront what had been going on between us. It had been a short and sweet summer of walking a ranged line and Johnny was never explicit with his feelings for me; subtlety was our way of communication. His answer was as expected; a whispered “yes” that could not be heard one foot away in a noisy bar, but unequivocally communicated through a gentle smile and unwavering eyes. But for some reason I was so terribly nervous about picking what to wear, seeing him at the bars, and subsequently going over to his apartment that I had to calm myself down; reassuring myself that it was just an innocent visit to talk as friends. “No big deal,” I had told myself. I couldn’t help but to laugh out loud…oh how wrong I was.
Letting out a defeated complicated sigh…I began to take my damp clothes off; throwing them wherever my erratic mood so felt. I finally got down to my bra and panties feeling relieved and pleasantly stripped down. I took my bra off and threw it on the floor beside my nightstand; feeling freed from the weight of the moment I currently stood in. As I stood there in just my moist panties, still filled with the glitter and gold Johnny had left behind, I looked in the mirror above my dresser and tried to rub the tension out of my shoulders. I breathed in and out, as deep as I could, and I finally felt a little relaxed. As the soothing vibes began to run over my body, I again became overly aware of the fact that the only thing separating me from the current moment and the sensual late night encounter, was the thin layer of light purple laced panties that still clung to my otherwise naked body. As I stood there completely still, remembering how Johnny had slid his fingers deep beyond the opening of my shorts, I felt my flower start to pulsate. Without thinking, I began to run my still damp fingers down past the border of my panties into the warm soaking wet region between my legs. A soft moan escaped my lips before I could do anything to hold it in…damn. The thought of Johnny’s lips on my neck and body had sent me right back to the invigorating rush of the night’s scandalous moments and an image of Hummingbird flashed across my mind. Hummingbird was the plastic toy I used for pleasure. Its silent vibrations were villains that made sinning feel as if I were touching heaven. I looked towards my master bathroom and slowly walked over to the sink to reach under and grab the large royal purple toy that I had hidden and used for times that I missed my boyfriend since he lived out of town. But this time, I had nothing but Johnny in my mind and an urge to simulate what it would feel like to have every inch of him inside of me.
For some reason, no matter how much I fought it, I just wanted him so bad. And whatever earlier feelings of guilt that I had vanished as I walked back over to my mirror and looked at the reflected image of my naked body; imagining that I was still there in Johnny’s apartment pinned to his front door with the imprint of his ego upon my neck, and his manhood pressed against me from behind. I slowly slid my now soaked panties down off from my hips and down my legs as I stood back up to wrap the rubber imitation in my hand around my lips; prepping it with the slick saliva from my mouth. Thoughts of Johnny’s hands on my skin and his fingers around my body came over me as I slid the toy into my flower wincing with pleasure. As I thrusted it in deeper, and my ears were met with the squishing noises of my soaked flower wrapping around it, I couldn’t help but moan loud as my knees weakened and I gradually fell to the floor of my bedroom onto my knees. I reached up to hold onto the edge of my dresser as I plunged the long and thick toy in and out of myself at a speed akin to what I fantasized it would’ve felt like if my night encounter with Johnny had had a chance to progress further into perpetual heaven. I collapsed further and disappeared into a safe haven that expanded across the whole realm of my body and surrounding space of my condo until a loud vibration rudely interrupted. I ignored it, and I kept going…driven wild by the sensation of a real moment with Johnny. The vibration continued and in the midst of what felt like unconsciousness, I realized that it was coming from my phone that I’d left on the bed when I came into my room. “Not now,” I moaned with half annoyance and half pleasure. The silent ring continued, and then, giving up a piece of heaven itself, I finally looked over at my bed with impatience to see who it was destroying this divine experience. In amazement and awe, I read the name flashing across my screen as, “Johnny.”
(Part 3 and 4 written by: Serina Loraine)