Lexi

“She is drop dead gorgeous. I can’t even muster words to describe her, but simply poetry in human form for she reminds me of the elegance that Edger Allen Poe spoke of. The delicate way her eyelashes flutters, softly humming like an angelic harp. I was overeager for her to come over, more or less, “cum” period. I imagined that her orgasms summoned energies from the deepest parts of the jungle. Rattling a battle cry as she approach nirvana, I wanted to take part. I needed to bring her to a euphoria that I, myself have experienced, through numerous lustful encounters. The bringer of orgasms is what I pride myself on. Her yoni would be as soft as the pedal of my lotus as I envision planting the softest kiss on her Pearl. Tickle it against my tongue as our once heavenly room, become more dark, more sinful, that a fire erupted in each part of the room. I knew "Scarlett" was taken ahold as she flirted playfully at this exotic goddess next to me. Giggles that awoken the lustful demon inside me, as a newborn to the world, Lexi was new. Unexpected but new. That delighted Scarlett. It made me cringe. I envisioned a sensual essence about our escapade, not barbaric as Scarlett desired. She wanted her hair wild with captured pictures of positions in which she couldn’t get away from. Escape from. She was Scarletts’ prisoners and while they continue to engaged; she was not reluctant. She played on the dark side, and Scarlett wanted an opponent. I wanted the beauty yet Scarlett wanted the animalistic nature. She wanted to be drenched in her juices, whereas I wanted to shower in her waters form. Sweet as a Southern Tea on the hottest day of August. We were parched, that we could both agree on.”

I missed the soft touch of a woman, a caress of a woman. I longed to hear the sweetest moans of pleasure that arouses my mind, opening portals into a world unknown. I missed the fiery kiss with every plant onto my skin. Since Stephanie, I felt these desires that I had only suppressed them with the notion of fulfillment that would only came from a mans touch. My tongue had only a ghost memory of what nectar I had indulged in, yet, mines is continuing to be produced and stored. Until another comes with the same thirst…and I think I had found my unlikely match. Unlikely being, her youth and her family.

Thoughts like those pass with every subliminal comments, targeting her secret side. Her comfort zone, expanded. Within perimeters of her trusted best friend and boyfriend. I am not ones to stay within perimeters. I rather explore the distance and space. Scarlett feel savage as I mention the nonchalant belief of tied down relationship. The inability to affect my way of thought is what Scarlett was delighted in. We wanted her…in any manner but she must be had.

A Dream Come True

The day was reckoning was here. I was eager but nervously sat as time started to wind down. I had smoked a few blunts to get my head in the right space for what could possibly be occurring in the late hours. Though the plan for people joining the party started to dwindle, I didn’t respond to the messages of when I was going to come over to get them for this gathering. I didn’t want more people, I just wanted her. No distractions, just Lexi. Whether its only with my roommate and her new confidante, I had somewhat hoped it was just her and I. Praying that SHE wouldn't come out at any point of the night.

The universe must had heard my silent cries as Lexi came walking up my block, shaking her head in disbelief that her companion was unable to make it. Yes! No distractions. Just me and her. I couldn’t have asked for a better scenario to have played out. We walked into my home and heard a low chuckle as the belief it was going to be a gentle night. Give me this, Scarlett. Let me have this.

She sat on the sofa, a dirty brown piece of furniture. Speaks about a “brothea” that had a dick as big whichever size she had considered “big”. He had inquired about her and time in which he would be able to eat her pussy. It was a funny conclusion as I pulled the already cold liquor out and started to create a concoction that would mask my nervousness and excitement that, she was actually planning to stay awhile. I sip my rendition of “Irish Coffee,” with a kick of E and J Apple to give my coffee an “apple pie” taste. The pie, that I wanted was hers. Only imaging how warm hers would hit my tongue with ever lick.

She introduced herself to my roommates companion and began to get herself comfortable, while I got the items to get this together-time going. Glasses since we were classy women, yet, in my sabotage-like nature of what I wanted to do to Lexi would have been barbaric. Like a Caveman starting the process of starting fire, I knew I was simply setting up the formation of the sticks. Minutes in, we are getting to further know Daysia, while playing our favorite old school game. A bandicoot running through colorful, vibrate stages; I felt her very presents entwining into mine. I turned and she was smiling, instantly, I feel to my knees. In a coy folded leg fashion, I sat down to engage with her and Dasyias conversation. She pulled out cards, in which, faces of Kings, Jacks and Queen of Hearts were no match for the Spade. Strategically, I noted her action of being the cards themselves, which she was gonna pay tonight. She had already be crowned as my Queen of Hearts, yet did she possess the dark, sultry, vixen that was the Queen of Spade?

The liquor was being sipped slow, while inhales were even taken slower. Our nerves being blown into the air and our focus was to get a game of Spades going. With a few bumps, we began making bids. While with numbers, my bet was that I was gonna have my fantasy of her legs around my neck play out. While my roommate and her girl, talked about what they want to happen on the board, we spoke of our probabilities and results of both seen and foresaw books; leading to our wins. Her words as she looked into my eyes, was laced with velvet. It was the sweetest honey off her lips hearing her say them. I wanted to taste it. Oh, with such a desire, I didn’t know how much more subliminal flirting or outright bluntness I still had left in me. It was desperation for her. I wanted her. I needed her. I was gonna have her.

The game got old and the need for privacy among us was evident. We both got up and politely said our good nights. Giving my roommate of a pending “show down” look, I left her to her conquest as I was to embark on mine. She sat in her place on the couch and I asked what movies she was in the mood for. Her ever-melting smile broaden with the suggestion of comedy. While now making her second “Irish Coffee,” in which she wanted more of the chocolate cream that vanilla. It only gave me indication as what my skin would be next to hers. Chocolate against her caramel skin, it’s a match made in heaven for someone like myself. The movie began to play and as we got comfortable, an entry blunt was lit. The air was knocked out of me over the presents of her Caribbean energy. The mystery, the lustful scent that her roots had embedded into her DNA was INTOXICATING. She chuckled at the many times people thought the same about her however she had told them that she is Native American, which only makes me envision her ancestors dancing in the night; making love cries into the stars. Birthing generation of resilient, strong individuals which aids in hand with her Black side. Raising the fist towards the injustice of America, made me wanna tune into everything she could ever say.

She tells me that she was ready to take this night up to the level that I had only dreamt of. Up until now.

“I am feeling myself and ya know, the liquor kinda makes me want my pussy eaten so…yeah.”

Damn near gasping, I asked, “What? Wait, seriously.”

“Yeah?”

Nervousness rear its ugly head as I again asked, “For real?”

“The moment might not last” she said, noting the window of opportunity was going to shut if I kept asking…

“Alright,” I said as I started at her pants. She stopped me and said, “Maybe set the mood, ya know, turn off the lights.”

Why? I wanted to see all of her, every stretch mark and scar that made her so beautiful in her most vulnerable moment. She have had moments like this she had told me. With her best friend, yet I wasn't that. I was a customer that from the VERY moment she took my order for coffee; I was gonna continue to find a way see her and say some words to her. I wanted to get to know who she actually was outside of the diner. Whether she had a wild side that she was willing to expose to me, I was going to find out.

Lights…

Off…

Her pants fell, no panties, her butter brown thighs were smooth, like the jazz music I heard my subconscious play in my head. I pictured us being in a hotel, a penthouse over top of her city of choice. Roses placed over the bed as I gently push her down on the bed. The skylight lines shine as she, in that moment, was the Queen of the world; A world I'd follow blindly behind. I place soft kisses on her inner thigh, her tenseness dissipates as she moaned a sweet, quiet, relaxation that I couldn’t thank the universe for. She opened further and her heat summoned me. Her aroma invited me. Her energy gave me the gentle welcome that assured me that this wasn’t a dream. My crush was actually in my house, legs apart, about to allow me tour her temple.

I licked, suckled like a newborn on my new exposed pink pearl. She squirmed, moaned, cursed obscenities and I loved. Every. Single. Instance. She cursed me for making her feel THIS. Did she underestimated me? It wouldn’t have mattered, I was out to prove to point. I wanted to show that I speak the things I desire into existence. This very moment was what I asked God for months ago. Scarlett rejoiced, aching to expose her true hungry nature. Scarlet's aura was now mixing into mine, with every thrash of Lexi body and spasms that her walls created that I had felt against my fingers was now Scarlett's.

She came…

She squealed…

She came harder...

Waves crash into me…I was determined to stay float against her squirts. At first a gentle meadow was now a Ocean and I was riding her. Allowing myself to be baptized in her liquid essence, in her energy; I was being restored after the draining of power that my past had sucked away countless times. Battling my wild nature, I had desire to be gentle and tender. Scarlett had other plans. Hearing her panting, I couldn’t ask for a harmonious sound from an angel such as herself. She pushed me away, scooted away from my fingers as they continued played the keys of her orgasmic song. Navigating throughout her orifice, I whined when she didn’t allow me to continue my search. I became angry with her, forced her back onto my face as I wanted all her juices.

“Don't you every scoot away from me again.” I growled.

“OK,” she submitted.

Time was a faint memory in that moment as I continued to explore the beautiful forestry of hers. Longer, more powerful at the various manners in which her source flowed. Sofa now soaked as my sweatshirt was now a darker green. Hair stands and various places her hands hand ran through. She had to get back to reality, her home life called. Her heterosexual life had beckoned back. My sad reality was something that as I kissed her tummy, her love handles wanted to forget. That she wouldn’t be mine for ever. I wouldn’t see her when I came home after work and my bed would remain empty. Our lives were different. She had a relationship and I was seeking one, with whomever could give me the intellectual stimulation I craved; what she had given me with the very initial “hello.”

As we said our goodbyes for the night, walking her close to her home which is fairly close to mine, her scent brings me back to moments ago and the pictures I had captured into my memory bank. I had inconspicuously put my fingers that milked her and her soft walls against my nose, smelling her faint sent; smiling hard. Maple brown syrup. On top of a sake of pancakes. Warm…fluffy...mouth-watering. I was over the moon to have had a seat the very table. Where I had a buffet of those flapjacks that was held in between her legs.