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Brown Eyes

By: KarennaC



Why had I even bothered? I hated coming to these parties alone. I looked around the bar's deck and saw a sea of faces, some of which I recognized, some I didn't.

Across the deck, my friend Hannah, one of the party's hosts, was talking to two men, neither of whom I'd met before. One of them, tall with a brown mullet hairstyle, I recognized anyway from the description he'd given of himself in the chat room earlier that day. I'd seen him in the chat room several times; the husband of one of the couples that belonged to the group, he was entertaining, and I decided to go introduce myself.

The other man, though, made me hesitate before I reached the group. About my height, Latino as best I could tell from his black hair, brown skin, and facial features. Which included the deepest brown eyes I'd ever seen. I'd noticed him earlier; our eyes had met across the crowd on the deck, and I'd had to turn away. Now I was going to talk to him? I almost changed my mind. But I hadn't had a chance to say hello to Hannah yet, and I wanted to meet Mr. Mullet, so I worked up my nerve and said, "Hi, everyone."

"Adrienne! Good to see you!" Hannah hugged me. "I'm glad you made it."

"Adrienne?" Brown-eyes repeated. "What's your chat room handle?"

"OutOfCuriosity," I replied.

"Hannah!" someone called from the admissions table.

"I'm in demand." Hannah hugged each of the guys. "Good talking to you. Have fun!" She walked off, leaving me standing there with two complete strangers. 

One of whom had eyes that seemed to bore right through me. "I've seen you in the room," he said. "You said hello to me this morning. I'm Truetouch. Javier."

I recognized the handle; he'd been in the chat room that morning, and Hannah and a couple of others had been trying to persuade him to come to the party. I'd said hello to him, figuring if he was going to be here, I should be polite. I hadn't expected to actually meet him. "Nice to meet you," I said.

"And you know who I am, right?" Mr. Mullet tugged his hair. 

I grinned. "You must be Towguy7."

"How'd ya guess?" He stuck out his hand. "My real name's Tom."

I shook with him. "Adrienne." I blushed. "Which you already heard. Good grief, sometimes I wonder about myself."

"Nothing wrong with introducing yourself," Javier said. "You put yourself down too much. I've noticed it in the chat room. You're brutal on yourself sometimes."

"I am?" When I'd first joined the chat room, I'd put myself down constantly, but I thought I'd gotten better about it. "I don't mean to be. It's my idea of humor."

"It isn't humorous. You're a beautiful woman, Adrienne. You should give yourself more credit."

"Definitely," Tom agreed.

I blushed again. Beautiful? Hardly. Javier was gorgeous; beside him I felt like a pasty white lump. But something about the way he said it stopped me from arguing. And made me believe it, just a little.

Ordinarily, I would have wandered off to talk to other people after a minute or two. But Javier and Tom bantered back and forth, making me laugh, and I didn't want to leave. I felt instantly comfortable with Tom, and even though I was still uncomfortable with Javier, I wanted to be around him.

I didn't contribute much to the conversation. I couldn't keep up with their joking and chatter. But it was entertaining, and they made an effort to include me. Within a few minutes, Javier was standing closer to me, occasionally smiling at me. When he put his arm around me, I knew that for that evening, at least, we were together.

After a while, Tom excused himself to go inside the bar so he could see part of the NASCAR race on TV. "Do you want to go in, too?" Javier asked. 

I was a racing fan, but at that moment, I was more a Javier fan. "No, it's nice out here," I said. "It's a warm night."

"Good thing, because there isn't much to that dress of yours," he teased.

I tugged at the hem of the dress, which hit only a few inches down my thighs. "I've never worn anything like this before. I just wanted something different tonight."

"You should dress like that more often. You look very sexy."

"I do?"

"Uh huh, you do. Oh, there's Deirdre. I want to say hi to her."

He guided me over to a group of people on the other side of the deck. I noticed approval in the eyes of Deirdre and a few of the others when they noticed Javier's arm around me. They'd known me a while now, knew how shy I was and how little luck I'd had meeting anyone since I'd joined the adult chat site. Until that morning, I'd insisted in the chat room that I wasn't going to meet anyone at this party either, that I was just going to see friends and hang out. Several people had debated with me, telling me they were sure I was going to meet someone that night. I hadn't believed it could happen. "Hey, Curiosity?" one of them said now.

"Hey what?" I responded.

"Told ya so." He laughed.

Deirdre hugged Javier, then planted a kiss on his lips. "How you doing, baby? Haven't seen you for a while." She ran her hand over his white T-shirted chest. "Looking good!"

"So are you, as always," Javier replied. "How have you been?"

They made small talk for a moment. I felt awkward standing there, and considered wandering off to talk to other friends, but Javier's arm around my waist made it clear he wanted me with him. The conversation with the others lasted only a few minutes. "Let's go somewhere quieter," Javier said. 

"All right." I was nervous about going somewhere alone with him, but how alone could we be at this bar? At most, we'd be only a few yards from the crowd. It was perfectly safe. And my nerves weren't from any fear that Javier might do something I didn't want. They were because I was afraid of what I did want.

He took my hand, the color of his skin contrasting with my paleness, and we went to the stairs that led from the deck to the lawn below. On the way, I saw another friend whom I hadn't spoken to for a while. "Hold on, I want to say hi to someone," I told Javier.

"No problem."

Shelly smiled when we approached. "Adrienne! How have you been?"

"I'm great. This is Javier- um, Truetouch."

"We met at the meet and greet in May," Javier said.

"Right, I remember." Shelly smiled. "So are you two on a date tonight?"

"No, we just met," I said quickly.

"But so far, we're getting along very well." Javier hugged me.

Giving into an impulse, I kissed him. Our first kiss was soft and sweet, and held the promise of more to come. 

Shelly smiled. "Well, enjoy your night."

"Thanks." I couldn't hide my own smile.

Javier and I went down to one of the picnic tables on the lawn. "You know a lot of people," he commented.

"Yeah. I've come to several of the parties, and I've come to this bar a few times when it wasn't a planned party. Plus I'm in the chat room way too much."

He laughed. "It's easy to get sucked in. You're very friendly in the room, though. Everyone seems to like you."

"Yeah, I guess. I try to be nice to everyone, unless they give me reasons not to be."

"I hope I'm giving you reasons to be nice."

"Definitely."

"Good to hear." 

Arms around me, he pulled me to him and we shared another kiss. This one was far less subtle than the first. Javier's tongue touched my lips, persuading them to part. His hand moved to my side and I held my breath, expecting him to touch my breast and uncertain how I should respond if he did. Fortunately, he didn't.

I couldn't tell how long the kiss lasted, but finally he pulled away and smiled. "You're cute when you blush."

"I'm blushing?" I touched my face. "Sorry."

"Why? There's nothing wrong with it. Are you embarrassed that we kissed like that?"

"No, not at all." Though I was a little embarrassed at the thought that others might have seen. "I'm just not used to having someone like you pay so much attention to me."

"Someone like me? What do you mean?"

Under the casualness of his tone was an edge. I realized how my statement might have sounded to him. "Someone so... so hot!" I said. "You're gorgeous!"

My face got hot; I was blushing even more. Javier touched my cheek. "You're beautiful, Adrienne. Why wouldn't I pay attention to you? You need to think better of yourself."

"Thank you." 

The breeze picked up and I shivered. "Are you cold?" Javier asked. "Do you want to go inside?"

I wanted to stay there with him, but the wind was getting cooler by the second. "Yeah, I think we'd better," I said. "I didn't expect it to cool off like this. I don't even have a jacket."

"I have one in my car. We can go get it if you want."

His car? That would be in the parking lot... away from the party... where we would be completely alone. "Um, I think I'll be okay if we go inside."

"All right." He stood and took my hand to help me up. 

We walked into the bar with our arms around each other. Just inside the door, Tom was standing with a group, watching the race. "Who's winning?" I asked.

"Kenseth," Tom said. "Who's your driver?"

"Dale Junior."

Javier rolled his eyes. "Racing. It's not a real sport."

Tom laughed. "Hey, watch it, buddy."

"I'm going to get a drink," Javier said to me. "Do you want anything?"

"Ginger ale, please."

"That's all?"

"I'm allergic to alcohol."

"Ah. Ginger ale it is, then." He threaded his way through the crowd.

"Seems like you're having a good night," Tom said.

"Yeah. I wasn't expecting to meet anyone tonight, though."

"I remember seeing you say that in the room. Enjoy it, Adrienne. He really seems to like you."

"Yeah, he does." Though I couldn't understand why.

After a few minutes, Javier returned with a bottle of beer and a red plastic cup, which he handed to me. "The bar's insane," he said. "Everyone decided to get thirsty at once. So are the cars still going in circles?"

"No, they decided to try squares for a while," Tom joked.

"Technically, it isn't a circle, it's an oval," I added.

Javier gave me a look. "Uh huh. Are you going to drink your ginger ale?"

I took a sip and dribbled down the front of my dress. "Oh, shit! I'm such a clutz!"

"Yes, but don't worry about it," Javier said. "It isn't like you spilled the whole thing. Go into the bathroom and wipe it off. I'll hold your cup for you."

I handed it to him. "Thank you."

In the restroom, I took a piece of paper towel and sponged at the drips on my dress. A couple of women I knew came in. "Curiosity!" one of them squealed. "How are you?"

"I'm good, thanks." I looked doubtfully at my dress and decided the wet spot wasn't as obvious as I thought. 

"A better question is, who's that yummy guy you're with?" the other woman said. "Did you bring him?"

"No, we met here," I said. "His handle's Truetouch."

"You bitch!" She winked to show she was kidding. "Sweetie, he's the hottest man here! Good for you. Hang onto him, or one of us might steal him."

"Don't worry, I will." I tossed the paper towel into the trash. "Have fun."

"You too, bitch." The women laughed as I left.

Javier was still standing with Tom. He gave me back my ginger ale. "Be careful with it," he said. "It might attack you again."

"Someone else might too," I teased, and immediately felt my face grow warm.

"You never know, someone might," Javier agreed.

"Oh, would you two just get a room!" Tom said.

"We might have to," Javier replied. He stepped behind me and wrapped his arms around me. "Such a hot woman, I might not go home like I'd planned."

"You're going home tonight?" I felt a twinge of disappointment, then shock when I realized I'd already begun to think about spending the night with him.

"I live less than an hour away, and I'm watching my budget. How about you? Do you have a room?"

"No, I couldn't afford one. I'm staying with a friend; he has a room with two beds."

"So neither of you has a room?" Tom laughed. "You could have planned that better."

"We didn't plan it," I reminded him. "You saw us meet for the first time."

"So I did, but still."

A woman came into the room carrying a basket of roses. "Five dollars," she called. "Buy a rose for a lady. Five dollars."

"I'll take one for my wife," Tom said, taking out his wallet. The woman waited patiently beside him while he pulled out a five, then allowed him to take a red rose. "I'll be right back," he said to Javier and me. "I have to go find the missus and give this to her."

Javier pulled his wallet out of his pocket. "I'll take one too," he said.

I stared at him. No one had bought me flowers in years. He handed the woman a ten dollar bill, and while she got his change told me, "Choose the one you want."

I chose a bright pink rose and picked it up carefully, mindful of the thorns that were still attached to the stem. "Thank you," I said softly.

Javier kissed me. "You're welcome. It's beautiful, just like you."

Someone bumped me, and more of my ginger ale slopped out of the cup, though this time it didn't land on me. "It's getting crowded in here," I said.

"Maybe we should go back out to the deck. There's more room there." 

"It's cold."

"Then come out to my car and I'll let you borrow my jacket."

Should I? There was no telling what might happen out in the parking lot. I trusted Javier; it was myself I wasn't sure of. But what the hell. I was always scared, always shy. It was time to come out of my shell. "All right."

"Leave your ginger ale here." Javier set his beer down on the table beside us. "I wouldn't want to you spill it while you're walking."

Putting down my cup, I stuck my tongue out at him. "I'm not that clumsy."

"Uh huh. Sure you're not." He took my hand. "Come on."

We went out the back door of the bar to the parking lot. "I'm in the far corner," Javier said. "Didn't want to take a chance on anyone dinging my car."

"Good thinking." I pointed to the twelve-year-old hunk of tin we were passing. "That's mine. I don't care if anyone dings it."

"Hey, as long as it runs, it doesn't matter what it looks like. But I'm still paying for mine, so I want to make sure it stays in good shape."

We walked across the lot to a small silver car. Javier took a set of keys out of his pocket and pushed a button on the keyring. "I have a lot of stuff in here," he explained, opening the back door. "But there's a jacket somewhere."

He rummaged around in the back seat and finally emerged with a grey windbreaker. "That should keep you warm."

I set my rose on the trunk of the car, and took the jacket from him and put it on. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." 

Suddenly his arms were around me, pulling me hard against him as he leaned back against the car. Our mouths came together, his tongue pressing against mine. His hand found my breast, fingers pinching my hard nipple through the thin fabric of the dress. I wore no bra; my breasts were small enough I didn't really need one, and I'd been unable to find one to wear with the spaghetti straps of the dress. Strapless bras were useless for me; they always fell down.

I gasped, but made no move to stop him. His touch felt too good. But when his hand left my breast and slipped up under the hem of my skirt, I jumped. "It's all right," he said softly.

"We- anyone could see us."

He slid his hand slowly up my thigh. One finger teased the skin at the edge of my thong. "Would it matter if they did? This feels good, doesn't it?"

Better than good. The combination of his touch and the possibility of being caught brought a rush of wetness to my pussy. But how could I let him do this? "It feels good, but-"

"No but." His finger slipped past my thong to my clit. The first touch sent a jolt through me, and I moaned. "You like this. It's okay, Adrienne. I want you to feel good."

"I...Oh, god!" I couldn't believe I was letting him finger me in the parking lot. I warred with myself; I wanted him to stop, but I wanted him to continue. 

His lips found mine again, stilling any protest I might have made. He continued stroking my clit with his finger. I was barely aware of the sounds I made as my orgasm built. As though aware how close I was to coming, Javier moved his finger faster. I came, gasping and moaning into his mouth, and slumped against him.

He brought his finger to his mouth and sucked my juices from it. "Mmm, delicious." He put his arms around me. "Did you enjoy that?"

"Um, yeah. I guess you could say that." I looked into his eyes, the deep brown eyes that threatened to swallow me. "No one's ever... I've never let anyone do that before."

"You mean finger you? Or finger you in a public place?"

"Public place."

"But it turned you on, didn't it?"

"Yeah."

"You are cute when you blush." He let go of me and picked up my rose. "Don't want to forget this."

I took it from him. "No, I don't."

Holding hands, we went back inside. I was sure everyone who looked at me could tell, or at least suspected, what Javier and I had been doing. The thought made me blush yet again. 

When Javier and I went out to the deck, we were met by the photographer that Hannah and Deirdre had hired. "Mind if I take your picture?" he asked.

"Sure." Javier put his arm around my waist, and we leaned close together. The photographer snapped the picture, and Javier and I kissed. I thought I saw another flash from the camera, but wasn't sure. I hoped so. I'd need a picture to believe this night was happening.

We spent a while making the rounds, dancing, and chatting with friends. Javier's hands on me kept me in a constant state of arousal, even with innocent touch. When he fondled my breast in front of a picnic table full of people, I got wet. And then he took my hand and brought it to the bulge at the front of his pants.

His cock felt larger than I expected. I rubbed and squeezed it, then realized we were still in front of the group. As though I'd been burned, I yanked my hand away. Javier laughed. "Shy?"

"They don't all need to see."

"No one was looking." He kissed me again. My lips parted, and my hand, as though on its own, went back to his cock.

All too soon, the DJ announced, "Last song, last call. Hannah and Deirdre would like to invite you all to join them back at the hotel for the afterparty, but you can't stay here."

"Do you want to go to the afterparty?" I asked Javier. I didn't want the night to end yet. Or at all, if I was honest with myself.

"I'd like that, but I don't know where the hotel is. Do you mind if I follow you?"

"No, not at all." I just hoped I could remember the way. I'd stayed at that hotel three times before, but each time, I'd gotten lost.

Some of the partiers had already left. As the last song, a slow one, played, people trickled out of the bar to the parking lot. Javier and I walked together, arms around each other. In one hand, I still held the rose.

At my car, Javier gave me a long, deep kiss, slipping his tongue between my lips. He reached under my skirt again, but stopped short of slipping his finger into my thong. "I'll see you at the hotel."

"See you there." 

Fortunately, I managed to find the way to the hotel. Javier parked beside me and we joined the crowd that took up the sidewalk in front of several rooms. People wandered back and forth, chatting and drinking. It wasn't long before Javier said, "I can't stay much longer, and I'd like some time alone with you before I go. Do you think your friend will give you the key to the room?"

"I'll ask."

I found Allen, the guy I was sharing a room with, inside one of the rooms that had been left open for the afterparty. He wasn't exactly a friend of mine; I'd never met him before tonight, but Deirdre had connected us because I needed a place to stay for the night, and he was looking for someone to split a room. Though when Deirdre had introduced us at the beginning of the party, he'd told me not to worry about paying him my share. 

"Could I have the room key?" I asked when we found him. "Um, Javier's going to take my bag over for me."


Brown Eyes



"I'm sure that isn't all he's going to take." Allen took a keycard out of his pocket. "This is the only one I have, so tell you what. I'll hang out here a couple hours, give you guys some time alone, but you have to listen for me to knock so you can let me in. Otherwise I'll be stuck sleeping in the hall. Oh, and I claimed the bed by the door. You get the one by the window."

"We won't throw you out of your own room," Javier said. "If you want to go back to it earlier, that's okay."

Allen looked at me, taking in the blush and the smile that I hadn't been able to remove from my face all night. "I don't mind. You kids have fun."

"Oh, we will," I said.

I took the keycard from him, and Javier and I went to my car to get my overnight bag. Before I could open the door, Javier pinned me against the car. A brief kiss on my mouth, then his lips found their way down my neck to my cleavage. "Can't wait till we get to the room?" I teased.

He lightly bit my breast. "What are you so afraid of? What if someone does see us? Maybe they'd want to join us."

"I hope you're kidding."

He let go of me. "Of course I am." But I got the sense he hadn't been. "Get your bag," he said. "I want to make the most of the time we have before Allen interrupts."

I opened the trunk of my car. "He thinks we're going to have sex."

"Uh huh. And what do you think?"

"I..." I didn't know. It wasn't unheard of for me to have sex with a guy on the first date, but the dates I'd had had been with guys I'd become friends with, either through meeting at the parties or at the very least through multiple phone and IM conversations. The only time I'd even seen Javier in the chat room had been that morning; I didn't know him at all, except what I'd gotten to know in the course of our conversations that night. But the chemistry between us was undeniable. "I think..."

"You're not sure." Javier smiled. "It's all right, carina. Why don't we go to your room and see what happens when we're there? No pressure. We won't do anything you don't want to do. But I know that I don't want to leave quite yet."

"I don't want you to leave."

"Good."

He took my bag out of the trunk. Carrying it with one hand, he held my hand with the other as we walked to Allen's room. Inside the room, Javier dropped my bag on the floor and pulled me tightly against him. "You're so beautiful," he murmured. "And to think I almost didn't come to this party."

"Deirdre would never have forgiven you," I said. "Isn't that what she said in the chat room this morning?"

"Yes, it is."

"I'm glad you decided to show up." I kissed him. "It's been an amazing night. Thank you."

"For what?" He cupped my breast with one hand. "It has been a very enjoyable night. There's nothing to thank me for; I've had as wonderful a time as you."

Our mouths came together, tongues swirling, hands touching and groping. Javier maneuvered me toward the bed Allen had said was mine. I expected him to lay me down on it, but instead he grasped the hem of my dress and pulled it up. "I need to see you," he whispered.

I was always uncomfortable being naked in front of anyone; I didn't think my body was that attractive. I'd lost nearly a hundred pounds a couple years earlier, and the saggy skin was still there. My breasts were too small; my belly, even with the weight loss, was too big. I'd barely dared to wear the short, revealing dress I'd chosen that night. I was afraid now that when Javier saw my body, he'd walk out the door. His chest and shoulders were broad and hard, his stomach flat. The man was gorgeous. How could he like what he would see once my dress was off?

But he had already raised my dress above my thong, and despite my fears, I stifled my protests. Maybe he would walk out when he saw my naked body. That would be his loss. I was through letting silly fears and low esteem get the better of me. That was what the dress symbolized, a new, more confident Adrienne. I raised my arms above my head, allowing Javier to remove the dress completely. Standing before him in only my black thong, I said, "What do you think?"

"What kind of question is that?" He placed a gentle kiss on each nipple, then one just above my navel. "I think you're beautiful, as I've been telling you all night. And I think you're still being hard on yourself. If I tell you that you're beautiful, accept it."

I nodded. "All right."

"So now what are you going to do?"

I knew what I wanted to do. It was getting my body to obey my mind's command that was the problem. "Confidence," I reminded myself. 

Taking hold of Javier's T-shirt, I pulled it out of his black slacks. Not quite daring to try to remove it yet, I ran my hands under it, touching the bare skin of his chest. "Take it off," he said.

Slowly I pulled his shirt up over his head, and tossed it on the floor to join my dress. Now we stood together, holding each other. I loved the feeling of his body against mine, drank in the sight of his brown skin against my pale white. Our hands explored each other as our lips and tongues met again. 

This time, Javier did ease me back onto the bed. He lay beside me, stroking my legs and belly, everywhere but where I really wanted him to touch. "Tell me what you want," he said.

"I want you to touch me."

"I am touching you." He lightly ran a finger over the crotch of my thong. "Or do you mean here?"

"I mean there."

"Then tell me. What do you want me to touch?"

"My pussy," I whispered.

"Like this?" He slipped his fingers into my thong and tickled my clit. I caught my breath. "Do you like that, carina?"

"Yesss."

He took his hand away. "You've forgotten something." He gestured at his pants. "Why are these still on?"

"Because you didn't take them off?"

"No. Because you didn't take them off." He lay on his back and grinned. "Until they're removed, I'm not going to touch you."

I hadn't undressed a man before; the men I'd been with had done it themselves. But the idea increased my arousal beyond the point I thought possible. I fumbled with Javier's belt, wishing he'd give me a little assistance but enjoying the power of having to do it myself. Finally I managed to unbuckle it, and unfastened the button and zipper of his pants. "Take them off," he murmured.

He raised his hips so I could ease his pants down and off. Beneath them, he wore blue silk boxers, with a good-sized bulge in the front. "Those too?" I asked.

"If you want. But if you take them off, your thong had better come off too."

"If you want that off, you'll have to remove it."

He laughed. "Fair enough. But what about these?"

I pulled his boxers off. His cock was long and thick, larger than it had felt when I'd touched it through his clothes. I sighed at the sight of it and wrapped my hand around it. Javier moaned. "Do you like this?" I asked, deliberately echoing him.

"Very much." His fingers found my pussy. "As much as you like this, I think."

"Uh huh."

Rolling onto his side, Javier licked his fingers again, then grasped the top of my thong and pulled it down. I tried to keep my grip on his cock, but had to let go. He dropped my thong on the bed beside me and positioned himself between my legs. "I want to fuck you," he said. "Is that what you want?"

All the touching and teasing... the fondling and fingering... The sexual tension and attraction had built all night. I ached to feel him inside me, but I didn't dare to admit it. Then something occurred to me. "Do you have a condom?"

"Shit." He rolled off me. "I wasn't expecting anything to happen tonight. I didn't bring any with me. So I guess we'll have to leave things as they are."

"Not necessarily." I went to my overnight bag. I was pretty sure I had at least one condom hidden in the inner pocket. After a moment of rummaging, I found one and brought it to Javier. "Always prepared."

"Uh huh. And with how many men have you had to be prepared?" He laughed at the expression on my face. "I'm teasing, Adrienne. I don't want to know anything about what you've done with anyone before me. Now, if you want to fuck me, put that on me."

I opened the packet and took out the condom, which I unrolled over Javier's cock. He gasped at my touch and his cock seemed to grow even larger. "Ride me," he said. "I want to see you sitting on my cock."

I straddled him and lowered my pussy onto his waiting cock. It filled me completely. "Oh, my god, that feels so good!" I exclaimed.

Javier grasped my hips. "Fuck me."

I rode him slowly at first, to be sure I could keep my balance, then picked up the pace. This was my favorite position, one that always made me come quickly. We fucked faster, Javier raising himself to meet each of my downward thrusts, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.

Then there was a knock on the door.

"Fuck!" I shouted, out of frustration rather than passion.

With more presence of mind than I had, Javier called, "Wait a minute." He lifted me off him. "Get dressed."

I quickly pulled my dress and thong back on. Javier put on his boxers and pants, and nodded to me to answer the door while he put on his shirt. I opened the door to Allen. "Did I interrupt something?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah, kind of," I said.

"Sorry." He came into the room. "The afterparty ended sooner than I thought it would. The desk clerk came down and shooed us all away; some of the other guests complained. I can go somewhere else if you want more time."

"No, that's okay." Javier came up behind me and put his arm around me. "As I said, this is your room. We don't have any right to keep you out of it. And I need to get going anyway, so I don't fall asleep on the way home."

"Okay." Allen shook his hand. "Have a good night."

"You too."

Javier pulled me out into the hallway with him and closed the door carefully so it wouldn't latch behind me. "I'm going to have a serious case of blue balls," he said.

"We could have asked Allen to leave."

"That wouldn't be right. He's the one paying for the room. We'll just have to wait for another time."

Wrapping our arms around each other, we kissed again. Javier slid his hand to my pussy and fingered my clit. Here, in the hotel hallway, there was even more risk of being caught. I tried to pull away, but Javier kept his other arm tightly around me for a moment longer before bringing his finger to his mouth and licking it. "You taste very good," he said.

"Are you nuts? Someone could have come out of their room and seen us!"

"And what if they had? Are you ashamed?"

"No, but..."

"Don't worry so much. We're doing the same thing that at least half the other people here are doing." He looked into my eyes. "We'll see each other again, carina, and then we'll finish what we started tonight. Until then, sweet dreams." He kissed my cheek and walked away without looking back.

I went back into the room. In the bathroom, I changed into my pajamas, then got into bed. Allen, already half asleep, chatted with me for a few minutes, then was silent except for light snores. I slipped my finger into my folds and rubbed my clit, bringing myself quickly and quietly to the orgasm I'd been denied.

As I came, in my mind, I saw a pair of deep brown eyes.



Brown Eyes



Hi, this is my first story. Please give me any kind of feedback. I'd also like to acknowledge all the stories, good and bad, that inspired me to write my own. Kudos to AsylumSeeker too for taking the time to edit it.

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When I'm evaluating a sub, I always look at the eyes first. The eyes tell whole stories about their owner. You can practically touch the anticipation and apprehension flooding out of a first-time sub's gaze. The more experienced ones tend to glance around eagerly, with only a little bit of anxiety or an obviously fake fearfulness. Kaitlin's big, brown eyes instantly drew me with their poise and eagerness, promising an intense experience. She met and exceeded that expectation.

Pandora's Box is the place where I first saw her. It's a kind of fetish club where doms, subs, tops, bottoms, etc. can find each other. Every other Friday there's a special "slave auction." Subs put themselves on display and "sell" themselves to a master or mistress for the weekend. It's really not much more than an elaborate way of hooking up, but it is quite a show.

Bidders usually bid hours of their time as entertainment in the club. They might dance or sing or perform for the crowd, but they might also be set up as a living decoration. During my last visit, there was a woman tied on her hands and knees as a coffee table. It's good for doms to experience a little submission every now and then. Jess puts a lot of effort into making the bids interesting.

Jess is the owner of the club of course, and she is meticulous about keeping up the ambience. She runs it like a dictator, and she runs it well. We were on pretty good terms since I was a solid contributor to the club. I also helped her find those rare or custom-made toys and devices that made the atmosphere so unique. 

That Friday, I was examining the merchandise, so to speak. There were two subs I'd had before; they were nothing special. The other guys and girls were more or less uninteresting. Actually I'm not interested in men at all, but I like to keep an open mind; maybe a special one will appear and change my mind, as unlikely as that may be.

Then I saw Kaitlin's big, brown eyes. At first, there was nothing special about them. She had the trace of nervousness like a first-time sub, but there was also a gleam of readiness and confidence. At least, that's how I explain it now. Then, I just knew she was special, and I was drawn to her with a force as inevitable as gravity.

Trying to preserve that first impression, I quickly looked away and rushed over to Jess. I pulled her aside, speaking almost directly into her ear to be heard above the noise.

She glanced at me, then asked, "Oh, hey Sarah! What -"

I interrupted her, the words coming out in a rush, "Who's that brunette? The third from the left? What's her starting price? I want her. Badly."

Jess paused as she sorted out my questions. Slowly, a huge grin appeared on her face.

"I hoped you would spot her," she replied. "That's Kaitlin, a good friend of mine. She's actually done some bondage and domination, but only with men. She's hoping to try out a mistress this weekend."

"I know you'll be perfect for her," she added confidingly.

"You've got a good eye - as usual - for the special ones. My friend Jim says she was definitely one of the best subs he's ever had."

"Can I just take her now then?" I blurted out unthinkingly. My mind was already whirling with plans and scenarios, and I was eager to get started. "I know it's unconventional but just this one time...?" I trailed off. Jess was not known for giving favors. Not for free anyways.

Jess laughed out loud.

"Please, you know me better than that. You'll have to win her fair and square. I'll give you a tip since we're friends. I'm going to make it a competition for her instead of the usual auction. The event will be pleasuring a woman."

I smiled at that. "Well, I'll definitely win then."

She laughed again. "Sure, sure."

"Oh Jess, you know I'm the best, even if it is plain vanilla sex! Don't you remember that week last December?"

I put a hand on her hip and pulled her in snugly against my side. I cupped her breast with my other hand, teasing out her nipple through the fabric of her top with my thumb and index finger. Jess moaned softly.

She leaned in as if she wanted a kiss but pushed me away mockingly.

"Okay, okay Miss Magic Fingers, stop distracting me, I have work to do. It'll start in an hour all right?"

I slowly released her, letting my fingers linger on her body, as if I were reluctant to stop touching her.

"If you insist," I said, resisting what was probably a goofy grin.

"You might owe me for today!" she added, as I left.

There were plenty of sights in the club. I glanced over most of them disinterestedly. On one stage, a mistress was riding her sub around like a horse, complete with bridle and spurs. A mock horse-tail sprouted from the dildo in the sub's rear. There was a woman in the stocks, gagged and blindfolded, her ass wiggling in the air. From her expression and the movement of her hips, I suspected she had a vibrator or something else to keep her on the edge of arousal. Usually I would've gone over to play with her a bit, but I was focused only on my prospective sub today.

I chatted a bit with some acquaintances, seeing if they had any promising subs they would like to share or some new device or toy. But underneath all the small talk, I was impatient for the auction to begin. I could barely stop fidgeting even when they were auctioning off the other subs.

You might be wondering why I didn't run over to Kaitlin immediately. When I pick a sub for the first time, I want our first meeting to be genuinely the first. It's just one of my idiosyncrasies. I didn't want to know anything about her before we would start to play.

After a few more interminable minutes, Jess finally got to Kaitlin. She was the last sub to be auctioned.

"As we've done before, we'll have a contest for the last sub, Kaitlin. Since she is a particular friend of mine, I'm only allowing two contestants."

There was a murmur around the club, but no one really protested. Jess worked hard to make this place available so everyone let her have her way with these kinds of things. Of course, I got the good end of this deal so why would I complain?

"Sarah and Alex, could you come up to the stage please?"

I knew Alex as an acquaintance, though I had never been with her. She was also a domme, and she was competent, so I had heard. I was still pretty confident as I walked up the steps though. Jess gestured us into two cushioned chairs on either side of the stage.

"Okay, bring out the girls now."

There was a lull followed by the buzz of conversation and whispering as the girls were brought out from behind the curtain. I was sure they'd be pretty enough, but I wondered what was so interesting about them. The crowd was talking far too much for just a couple of pretty girls. I turned to look.

"I'm glad everyone's a little bit surprised at least." Jess gave a wicked grin. "It was pretty tough finding identical twins with this particular interest, but they owed me a favor."

I guess the point was that they would be both equally likely to orgasm, so it was all up to our skill. That's probably a little ridiculous. But still, it was a good gimmick.

"The contest is one you're hopefully familiar with. The first one to make her girl orgasm is the winner. Get into position now please."

The girls both had their blonde hair pulled into ponytails. They were completely naked except for the handcuffs binding their wrists behind their backs. There really wasn't any reason to bind them, but maybe it helped them get a little hornier. A little bondage definitely helps me. They weren't too good at playing the role though; neither of them even pretended to struggle at their bonds and they both had a silly, self-conscious smile on their faces. I pulled my girl onto my lap so she was straddling my thigh.

"Okay, I'm ready," I announced.

"Me too," Alex said.

Jess looked at both sides then nodded.

"All right; three...two...one...GO!"

I gently turned her head so I could give her a little kiss. It became a deeper kiss as I probed her mouth, exploring its shape and wrestling with her tongue. I've always found that a bit of kissing really gets women hotter and wetter than just going straight to the pussy. Maybe that's just my experience. A tiny bit of suction from my mouth drew her tongue out. I sucked on it lightly, wrapping my tongue around hers. She followed my lead pretty well. It had gotten to the point where I was enjoying it too much, so I firmly told myself to speed things up.

I traced my fingertips around one nipple, being careful not to touch it. After a few circles, I lightly squeezed her breast until I felt resistance and heard her sharp intake of breath. I released it slowly, and then squeezed it again in the same way. At the same time, I pulled her against me using her breast as a handhold. I pressed my chest into her back, enjoying the feel of her skin on the fabric of my clothes, the stimulation stiffening my nipples.

While I was rhythmically squeezing her breast, my other hand lightly caressed her pussy lips. She was already rather moist. I took advantage of her wetness to smear her juices around her outer labia. They swelled up under my touch, seeking my fingertips. She had started involuntarily riding my thigh as I stroked her pussy as lightly as a feather. The feel of her wetness seeping onto my leg combined with the heat emanating from her pussy was delightful. I enjoyed the delicious sensations a few short seconds longer before I clamped her pussy lips together tightly in my hand until she squirmed. I relaxed the pressure slightly then squeezed the lips again in time with my other hand's breast play.

After a few moments of massaging her breast and pussy and exploring her mouth, she was panting and moaning. Gently probing up and down her pussy with my fingers, I lifted the skin covering her clit. She gasped into my mouth as I brushed it. Reluctantly, I pulled out of the kiss. I nibbled and licked her ear, whispering,

"Please come for me. Now." This was more of a command than a request.

As the words left my mouth, I tugged slightly but firmly on the nipple I had been avoiding so carefully. With my other hand, I spread her pussy open, rubbing her clit vigorously, almost roughly. I felt her twitch away from my fingers as the orgasm hit her. Never letting her body leave my touch, I pushed harder with every contraction, feeling her writhe against my fingers and into my thigh. She moaned and managed to gasp,

"I'm coming! Ohh ohhh, I'm coming!"

I looked over triumphantly at Alex, whose head was still buried between her girl's thighs.

"Looks like Sarah's the winner!" Jess announced.

"Remember you owe me for tonight," she said to me in an aside.

I had to breathe deeply a few times to regain my balance. I could feel the heat in my breasts and the dampness in my crotch. I wanted to get a nice girl or even a vibrator and come right then, but I forced myself to calm down. Some mistresses come whenever they feel the urge even as they deny orgasms to their subs. In my opinion, being aroused and on edge is just as good for the mistress as for the sub. I knew my climax would be much more enjoyable if Kaitlin was as good as she seemed to be.

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I had just returned home and was preparing myself for the rest of the night. Jess was sending Kaitlin over with a driver in an hour. I decided on a black corset, leather miniskirt, and black stockings. While I dressed, I thought over what I knew about Kaitlin. Since I don't relish pain as much as some mistresses do, I didn't need to worry about safe-words or going too fast. Her safe-word was "electroencephalograph," incidentally. Such a long safe-word has the advantage of being distinguishable through a gag. I doubted I would ever hear it; Jess assured me that Kaitlin had done more extreme things than I would ever plan on. That thought both worried and excited me. I spent some time imagining what she might have done as I waited for the delivery.

After what seemed like an agonizingly long time, the doorbell rang.

I opened the door and her eyes immediately drew me in. Her direct, almost insolent stare pinned me to the spot. With a noticeable effort, I tore myself away from her gaze. I felt my cheeks heat up in embarrassment. What am I doing! I thought. I'm the mistress here!

"Eyes to the floor, slut! You should know better." I took some pride in the fact that my mistress voice came quickly and easily.

Kaitlin's head quickly tilted as her gaze dropped to the floor. She was probably abashed at slipping in her role like I had. I let it go of course since I had done no better. I usually spend a minute or two observing a sub on the first meeting, so I had time to gather myself. The prolonged silence tends to give them a little anticipation to sharpen their pleasure. I was eager to see how she had presented herself.

Many unimaginative subs just show up naked with their hair pulled into a bun or something equally boring. Kaitlin had put elegant waves in her hair, which tumbled freely down her shoulders and framed her alluring face. She wore a clingy, translucent, white negligee which sensuously emphasized her curves. The negligee's embroidery hid most of her breasts but pushed them together to form a lovely expanse of cleavage. White stockings encased her legs, ending in lacy garters at her shapely thighs. Kaitlin was a masterpiece of feminine beauty. The blush creeping into her cheeks made her almost unbearably attractive, and I had to make a conscious effort to focus on the next step.

"Come with me, slut."

"My name is Kaitlin," she said. Without missing a beat, I slapped her ass hard. She barely flinched. I mentally nodded in approval.

"You have to earn your name with me. Until then, you'll answer to slut." 

"Yes, Mistress," she replied, with just the right amount of sullenness.

Internally, I was almost giggling in anticipation. It had been a long time since I'd had a sub who put some effort into the role-play. Most subs just relax and enjoy the show, so to speak. They might like whips and vibrators and sex instead of massages, manicures, and pedicures, but in the end, they're still being pampered. I realize I'm sounding a little bitter, which is not my intent. I like playing with my toy girls as much as they like being played with. But sometimes I crave something more immersive and intense.

I fastened a leather collar around her neck. After attaching a leash, I led her to the basement. I like my subs to be on the edge of arousal, so I start them off with some bondage and teasing. Steering her in front of my adjustable, padded stool, I lightly pushed her to her knees. I guided her down with the leash so that her stomach rested on the padding. I patted myself on the back for adjusting the height and length of the stool to her proportions correctly after just one glance. Her upper body was perfectly horizontal. Her breasts hung right off one edge while the gentle curve of her butt jutted out slightly at the other.

"Mistress, what are you doing?" she asked, injecting a slight note of curiosity mingled with worry. She had an actress's voice control.

In response, I gave her another slap on the ass, though less harshly than before. The only explanation I offered was the rubber ball gag I stuffed in her mouth. I decided to go ahead and blindfold her at this point so she could focus on the sensations of bondage. She moaned into the gag as if in protest. The first moan might have been a genuine complaint, but the next ones were so erotic they must have been for my benefit. The sound moistened my pussy and brought heat to my breasts. I was suddenly conscious of the tightness of my corset, the feel of lace on my nipples, and the silk of my panties brushing against my crotch. I had to pause for a long moment before I could continue steadily.

I looped lengths of rope to tie her thighs to the legs of the stool. I took care to tie them so that they dug lightly into the back of her knees. For a lot of people, myself included, fondling that area can be intensely arousing. The sensation must have been even better through her stockings. I fastened her ankles together too for good measure.

While I was securing her, Kaitlin squirmed and wriggled lewdly, though never enough to disturb my bindings. Watching her writhing movements stirred my pussy even further. I had to resist the urge to reach into my panties to settle it down. Throughout the process, I tried to touch her as little as possible. This is another one of my idiosyncrasies. I like my subs to associate my touch only with release and punishment.

Taking her arms behind her back with one hand, I started looping rope around her elbows with the other. I secured her elbows and wrists very snugly first before looping rope around her forearms and biceps. The result was that her arms were wrapped in rope from the wrists almost to the shoulders. She wouldn't be able to budge them at all.

I didn't stop there though. I pushed her palms together, nudged her fingers straight, and started surrounding both hands with tight coils of rope. When Kaitlin realized what I was planning, she started flailing her fingers with a semblance of panic. My hand smacked her buttocks to show my disapproval, but it took ten solid spanks before she settled down.

At the time, I was annoyed with her stubbornness. Now I appreciate her presence of mind to act realistically surprised while also giving me an opportunity to punish her. Recalling how I felt watching her quiver under my palm, I realize that administering punishment was just what I needed at that point.

When I finished, the coils were tight enough to prevent her from wiggling her fingers at all. It might seem kind of excessive or pointless to tie up someone's fingers. After all, they can't do much with them. But sometimes the little things matter the most. The inability to even move such a small part of your body makes the feeling of bondage complete.

With her extremities bound, it was time for the more exciting body parts. I flipped part of her negligee up to reveal the twin globes of her ass. Her white thong panties bisected the flesh, which was still glowing from my spanking. I pulled the thong tightly so that her pussy strained through the silken front, making a perfect camel-toe.

Grabbing a slim vibrator the length of a pencil, I prepared for the next delicate maneuver. I twisted the vibrator to the lowest setting and carefully slid it under her crotch. My aim was to leave it right between the parts of her pussy lips swelling through her panties. The vibe would stimulate her through the silk but if it didn't touch her skin she shouldn't be in danger of coming.

I heard a soft cry from her as I slowly wedged the vibrator into place. Satisfied, I took a length of rope and tied her waist securely to the stool. I didn't want her to have an inch of space to get away from the vibrator. I tied another rope around the middle of her back too for good measure.

Moving to her front, I tugged her nipples through the embroidery of her negligee, resisting the urge to let my fingers linger. They quickly grew erect, visibly poking through the fabric. As I fastened the first clip onto her nipple, she shuddered violently. I clipped the next one to her other nipple before she could recover. Taking another slim vibrator, I set it buzzing on low and eased it into her cleavage. I applauded her choice of lingerie in my head since it was tight enough around the chest to keep the vibrator from shifting.

Stepping back to survey my handiwork, I smiled in satisfaction. Her imprisoned arms bobbed up and down slightly, moving as one unit. I could see the muscles in her leg twitching as she was no doubt trying not to orgasm.




Brown Eyes



I admired her bound body for a few more moments before announcing, "Slut, I am going to leave you for an hour. You are not permitted to have an orgasm. I will know if you do. I expect you to be ready for me when I return."

She answered with a properly fearful acknowledgment through her gag.

I wasn't actually going to leave her there for an hour. But the thought should enhance her feeling of helplessness. Nor did I plan on leaving the room when I could enjoy her sensuous straining against the bonds and her provocative muffled moans.

I quietly took a seat against the wall. At first, she didn't do much besides twitch against the ropes and periodically emit some erotic sound through her gag. Then, her moans started coming more regularly and increased in volume. At the same time, she undulated her lower body in an attempt to hump the stool. My rope-work was too good for her to make any significant moves but her straining was clearly visible. The undulation started at her feet and flowed up her legs to her hips. She was also flexing her chest muscles so that her breasts heaved and set the clips dangling from her nipples into motion. 

Her wanton movements excited me even further. I would need to be at the edge of orgasm for the next step, so I cupped my pussy with my hand and massaged it lightly through my panties. In retrospect, I think I was just too aroused at this point to refuse myself some pleasure. 

While I was masturbating, I realized that Kaitlin was purposely trying to bring herself to the brink of orgasm. I suspected she was too good to actually come. I almost lost control myself imagining what she must be feeling, helplessly bound, the clips imprisoning her nipples and the insistent vibrations on her pussy and between her breasts. I added yet another point to her scoreboard for being able to voluntarily stimulate herself in that position.

The room suddenly felt quiet, and it was a few seconds before I knew why. Her moans had stopped coming. In fact her entire body had stopped moving, and it seemed like every muscle was rigid. I could see the tension in her legs and back. I was afraid she had slipped up and was about to come.

She broke the stillness with what sounded like a breathy sigh forced through the gag. Her muscles relaxed, and I found I almost sighed in relief too. With what must have been a supreme effort of will, she had fought back from the edge of that orgasm.

I leaned back in my seat, gently palming my pussy, trying to decide how much longer I wanted to leave her there. Her quiet moans broke my reverie. I looked over and saw that she was repeating the process, struggling to put more pressure on her crotch and heaving her breasts. I remember being surprised and impressed that she would try the ordeal again.

The third time she finished that routine, I decided it was time to let her out. I told myself it was for her benefit, but truthfully my pussy was aching with need. I probably couldn't have lasted through another of her displays.

"So slut, are you ready to please me?" I asked rhetorically.

She nodded and managed what sounded like a muffled "Yes, Mistress."

I undid her blindfold and gag. The ball gag was covered in her saliva, so I wiped it dry on her face. Next, I undid the ties around her waist and lower back so I could pull her into a kneeling position. As her body rose, the vibrator stuck in the wedge of her pussy lips for a moment before falling to the stool. Her swollen pussy was clearly visible through her panties, which were unbelievably drenched in her juices. I picked up the vibrator, glistening with her fluids, and brought it still buzzing to her mouth.

"Lick it clean, slut."

She took it in her mouth, and I could feel the disturbances as her tongue scrubbed it clean. Her lips made an 'O' as she drew her mouth across the surface of the vibrator, almost sucking it out of my hand. I pulled it out of her mouth with a pop. Taking the other vibrator out of her cleavage, I turned them both off and put them aside. 

Moving behind her, I freed her legs from the stool and shoved it aside while keeping her ankles bound. Tilting the back of her head against my pussy, I wordlessly offered her my fingers, which still had some of her juices from the vibrator. She didn't lose a moment in taking two of them into her mouth.

Her tongue nimbly licked at my index finger first, covering its entire surface. She delicately tongued under my joint, pulling my finger in to the knuckle. She repeated the treatment with my middle finger as well. Her lips were busy too, alternately compressing and relaxing against my captive fingers. I gave her yet another mental commendation for the effort she put into her foreplay. The back of her head bobbing against my pussy combined with her ministrations on my fingers had me almost panting with need.

Abruptly, I pulled my fingers out of her mouth. She pitched forwards slightly, trying to keep them in her mouth as long as possible. I moved in front of her noting that she quickly dropped her gaze to the floor.

"I want to come now," I announced, taking off my panties.

Putting a hand behind her head, I pulled her under my skirt to press her forehead against my pussy. I almost came from the feel of her skin on my pussy, but my discipline kicked in. Tortuously slowly, I dragged my crotch down her face until my vagina was level with her lips. I put more pressure on her head and gently ground my pussy into her face.

As expected, I felt her tongue snake out to lick at my vagina. I pulled her head roughly away from me by her hair and slapped her breasts, sending the clips flying away. She gasped in pain and confusion.

"Did I give you permission to use your tongue? Do you think I want some untrained slut slobbering around my pussy?"

She was stunned into silence for a few long seconds. I was somewhat gratified that I had managed to genuinely surprise her. I regretted the extra pain, but I think the shock was worth it for both of us.

Finally, she stammered, "I-I-I'm sorry, Mistress. I was just trying to please you."

"Then be good and stay still this time."

I brought her head back into my crotch, grinding with my hips and pulling her in with my hand. I could feel myself getting close as I rode her face with no more regard than I'd give a vibrator. I had been aroused for most of the night, so my pussy was swollen and sensitive, bursting with need. Imagining how Kaitlin must feel, her pretty face immersed in my hot, dripping crotch, bound on her knees too tightly to move, brought me to the brink of my orgasm.

Holding her firmly into my sex, I thrust my hips a few times, bringing myself over the edge. Loud moans burst from my lips as an intense orgasm hit me. I felt my knees growing weak, and I struggled to stay standing. My pussy was contracting almost painfully, and I pulled her closer to ensure that she felt every quiver against her face. I don't squirt, but I do produce a lot of liquid. I worked my crotch back and forth across her face as my orgasm wound down. Backing away, I observed Kaitlin's flushed face, glistening with my juices, covered in amazement and open lust.

Gasping for breath, I stroked her hair and face while recovering from my intense orgasm.

"That was good, slut, I'm pleased." 

An understatement.

"I'm glad you're pleased, Mistress," she quietly replied.

I still felt weak in the knees, so I busied myself with untying her arms and ankles. Once her arms were free, she moved as if to stretch, then caught herself and kept her arms behind her back. She couldn't resist wiggling her fingers though. I headed to the bed and sat leaning against the headboard.

Gesturing at Kaitlin, I commanded, "Take off my stockings for me."

Hesitantly, she stood up, unconsciously shaking her limbs to help the circulation. I eyed her disapprovingly. 

"Crawl."

She quickly dropped to the ground and made her way over on hands and knees. Her head inched toward the top of my stocking on my left thigh but stopped short. She glanced up at me for a millisecond before catching herself. "Mistress, may I touch you with my mouth?"

"Yes, of course," I replied, patting her head affectionately.

She moistened the rim of the stocking with her tongue, licking my thigh slowly. Snaking her tongue under the edge, she pulled it into her mouth. Slowly, she peeled the stocking down my leg with her teeth. The other stocking was removed with equal skill.

"Good girl," I breathed. "Come here."

I guided her to lie with her stomach across my lap. The bottom of her breasts rested sensuously against my bare thigh. I felt the heat there even through her negligee. I combed my fingers through her hair, enjoying her responsive "Mmms." With my other hand, I delicately traced the skin of her ass. The closer my fingertips drew to her pussy, the hotter her flesh felt.

I shifted my hand from her hair to her breasts, reaching into her lingerie to lightly rub the tip of each nipple. It was no surprise that they were delightfully stiff. The sounds emanating from her along with her languid, relaxed posture as she rested on my lap signaled to me that she was expecting me to fondle her to an orgasm soon. She sighed so pleasurably at my touch I almost regretted what I was going to do.

Midway through one of her sighs, I pinched her nipple tightly. The sigh turned into a sharp, pained "Oh!" As my fingers imprisoned her nipple, my other hand gave her a sharp smack on one cheek of her ass. I continued the assault, alternately releasing and squeezing her nipple while spanking the same cheek.

After several spanks, I pulled up the hem of her negligee to check her glowing red buttock. I could guess pretty closely what shade it would be from the heat on my hand and long experience, but as always the visual made my pussy twitch with desire. I guessed at this point that the shock and pain had somewhat faded as her tormented nipple and ass cheek grew accustomed to the abuse.

She confirmed my guess by venturing to ask, "Mistress, Why - Oh!"

I smiled at my timing. I had swiftly switched my punishment to her other nipple and cheek. Being unused to the abuse that her other parts had enjoyed, she experienced the pain almost freshly. I continued the spanks and pinches for a short while longer as she gasped in agony. Finally, I released her nipple and clutched her entire breast tightly. At her rear, I put my thumb flat on her anus and slid my other fingers into her panties to rest on her pussy, squeezing her crotch.

The abrupt change from pain to pleasure surprised a long pleasurable moan from Kaitlin. I tilted her head and brought her gaze to mine. Her face was a portrait of discomfort, aching need, and a touch of confusion. She was too disoriented to look away as I stared into her eyes.

"You are going to come for me now, slut. Not because you want the pain to end. Not because you enjoy the pleasure of coming. You are going to come because I want to see the expression on your face and feel your pussy pulsing in my hand."

As I spoke, I harshly rubbed her pussy, not entering her and only briefly touching her clit. My thumb didn't penetrate her anus, but kept a steady pressure on the opening. My other hand massaged her breasts, switching back and forth between them. When she came, it was everything I hoped for.

Her face was beautifully suffused with ecstasy. She alternately emitted a low, erotic moan followed by a higher-pitched "Oh!" with each convulsion of her pussy against my fingers. I wasn't sure if she was multi-orgasmic, but the way her whole body shuddered on my lap made it seem like she was. I reveled in the heat and wetness gushing from her pussy as she wantonly ground her crotch into my hand, riding out the aftermath of her orgasm. After an amazingly long time, she finally stopped moving and quieted down.

"I- I'm glad I could come for you, Mistress," she had the presence of mind to add.

"Good girl," I whispered, patting her on the head. I slowly pulled her negligee and panties off as she recovered from her orgasm. Rolling her onto her back, I got up and undressed myself as well. I slid under the covers, lying on my back.

"I think you've earned a new name tonight. Come into bed with me, Pet." I gestured for her to join me.

"Thank you, Mistress." She went on top of me, straddling my leg with her crotch. I felt her breasts fit right under mine, her nipples hard nubs poking at my ribs. The warmth of her body pressed against mine brought a tingle to my pussy.

I wedged her leg between my thighs as well so I could feel her body heat against my still-sensitive pussy. My hand, still drenched in her juices, went to her mouth. She gave each finger a rough lick before sucking them all at once into her mouth. I pulled my fingers out once I thought they were clean enough then guided her head to my breasts. She nuzzled between them and brushed her lips along my nipples, but then stopped suddenly. I was puzzled for a moment before remembering how I had slapped her earlier.

"Go ahead Pet, you can use your mouth."

Without waiting to reply, she began licking circles around my nipple. She drew the end of my breast into her mouth, flicking at the nipple expertly with her tongue and biting slowly at my flesh. Despite her expert attention, I sensed that she was as exhausted as I was, so I decided to end it for the night.

"Okay Pet, that's enough." She rested her head on my chest as I stroked her hair. As we lay there falling asleep, sensuously entwined, I whispered into her ear, "Tomorrow will be even better."



Brown Eyes



The clinic was spacious, spa-like, with all the latest in OB/GYN technology and pampering. It was where the incredibly wealthy Los Angelinos sent their surrogates, or for the occasional brave ex-starlet-cum-agent's-wife, went themselves. For this and a host of other reasons, I was surprised to find myself so quickly hired on, brought on to replace a previous masseuse who'd started his own maternity spa. I was surprised to be hired by such an exclusive place at my young-ish age and lower experience level, but I was also a little surprised that the doctor interviewing me had seemed pleased rather than troubled when I blushed and stuttered at his very forward, "So are you attracted to pregnant women?" I had stumbled out something poetic about "voluptuous womanhood in full bloom," belying the main and clearly obvious fact of why I was there: I have a thing for pregnant chicks. Which isn't to say I don't care very much about being professional, providing the comfort and service of massage, etc, etc, but once I left the pristine space of the clinic, I planned to yank my dick out and jerk it using the sweet round ass of every preggo I rubbed that day as spank fodder. I don't know how clear this intention was on my face when I answered the doctor, but he chuckled and asked me if I could come in the next day for a run-through of the procedure at the clinic.

"We are a very elite place, Mr. Hamrick, and we are VERY good to our clients. They expect the very best in treatment and care and that's what you would be here to provide," Dr. Dubois intoned solemnly, folding his hands over his glistening brushed aluminum desk, in the midst of his spacious office, well-lit by the wall of frosted windows on its north side. "I hope we can count on you."

I quickly assured him that he could, promising to be prompt the next morning as I shook his hand.

I awaited my first client in the sedate yet ultra-modern massage area the next morning. I'd been briefed that she was a surrogate for a very famous producer and his young ex-model wife and that she was currently 2 weeks past her due date. The nurse who conveyed all this smiled and said a good massage should be more than welcomed by a woman in such a condition and that she was sure I'd do a great job. I thanked her for her vote of confidence and then waited, a little nervously, to meet the client, a Miss Benson.

As she entered, escorted by Dr. Dubois himself, I was a little taken aback. Firstly by her size-- it was obvious that her past-due pregnancy was uncomfortable on her slender frame. Her belly, girded only by a delicate white silk robe, was a massive globe beneath her two swollen breasts. Another thing that threw me was how tall and gorgeous she obviously was-- long blond hair, fair skin off-setting her dark brown eyes, and long, lovely legs peeping out from beneath robe and belly. Why would such a woman bother taking 9 months out of her life to grow a baby for some producer? It must pay handsomely. Finally, I was struck by... how out of it she seemed? I mean, you can't indulge in any of the normal LA activities when you're carrying precious cargo, can you? So why did she seem like she was xann exed out of her gourd? She managed, however, to focus two dark brown pools on me, look me up and down, and inquire a little slurrily of Dr. Dubois, "Well, what have we got here?" Dr. Dubois led her to the massage table, specially outfitted for those in her condition, and helped her out of her robe and to lay face down, covered by a white towel.

Dr. Dubois pulled me aside and in a whispered conference, informed me that he had developed a special blend of herbs, Chinese medicine, etc, etc, to help a woman relax, perhaps even become aroused and sensitive to suggestion. He had let Miss Benson soak in just such an aromatic bath, in the hopes that we could urge her into labor naturally, without the use of harsh and damaging labor inducing drugs.

I was baffled, entirely uncertain what my role in this was. He urged me toward the massage table where this beautiful, heavily pregnant fantasy awaited me. "Help her to relax," he urged, "and we'll see where this goes from here."

Nervously attempting to appease him on my first day, and anxious to make this poor woman more comfortable in her current state, I dimmed the lights and moved toward the table. I began on her back and moved downward, her gentle moaning urging my way. It was obvious that whatever kind of "soak" Dr. Dubois had given her had more riled her up than relaxed her-- she was incredible sensitive to my touch, writhing her sweet, round rump in response to every stroke. Rather than sink into the table, she pushed against my hands and her back became a lovely flush beneath the towel.

Throughout the procedure, Dr. Dubois sat professionally to one side, taking notation on a clipboard. Finally, he suggested that I finish the massage by rubbing the clinic's special shea butter blend into Miss Benson stomach to reduce stretch marks. Miss Benson responded enthusiastically to this suggestion, rolling onto her back and throwing off the towel. Now her entire naked glory was exposed to me-- her tight, globe-like belly, her lovely gravid breasts gracing it on either side. She writhed on the table and locked eyes with me. "Please," she almost panted, rubbing down from just beneath her breasts to just above her neatly shorn pubis, "put your amazing hands on me." Her brown eyes were languid and she ground her hips against the table, seeming to stop just short of moving her hands to her own breasts.

I was shocked-- never had I been so unprofessional with a woman. Never had I let a client be so seductive, though I had gotten a number of offers in my career-- happy endings are a popular offering among a certain kind of masseuse. But this woman, this woman... oh, god help me-- with the doctor looking on in complacence that was obviously encouragement, I couldn't resist. I squirted the clinic's special shea butter mixture onto my hands and moved toward Miss Benson, my eyes locked on hers. Her eyelids dropped slowly closed and she stroked down her lovely body once more. Whatever Dr. Dubois had given her had clearly helped her physically transcend her rather uncomfortable state-- her animalistic behavior was making me crazy. My unprofessionalism was finalized as I felt my cock stiffen. 

I started to massage the cream at the crown of her belly, where the belly button had popped long ago, then worked my way down toward her Brazilian-waxed sweet blond bush, then back up toward her heavy breasts. Her eyelids just barely fluttered and she breathed deeply and moaned, her hands on either side of her, thrusting her body up into my caress. This was clearly beyond any kind of normal office procedure and I glanced briefly at the doctor, calmly taking notes on his clipboard. I couldn't mirror his coolness by a long shot and my erection began to strain my crisp white khakis.

"Pay attention especially to the lower half of her belly, Mr. Hamrick," Dr. Dubois instructed, seeming extremely disengaged, "That's where the marks tend to develop most."

Following him, I moved my hands downward, trying my best not to focus on Miss Benson's obvious arousal. 

"Yes, now be sure to include her perineum in the massage. She'll be giving birth soon and we'll want that structure to be as flexible as possible," the doctor gestured with his pen, indicating that I spread Miss Benson's legs.

I glanced at her face and noted that she seemed entirely lost in her own world, but was very obviously enjoying herself. I brought my hand smoothly off her rotund belly and onto her shapely upper thigh. With gentle pressure, and seemingly unnoticed, I pulled her thighs apart.

"Very nice, Mr. Hamrick," Dr. Dubois made a note, "Now, it's always good to begin with a little light pressure on the labia before you move downward, just to get the patient comfortable."

Obediently, I cupped Miss Benson's labia, massaging it with the cream before moving downward to her perineum, which I rubbed eagerly in a circular motion, seeming to bring her to a new level of arousal. Her hips bucked and the lips of her labia became noticeably pinker. Intoxicated, I cupped them again, then brought the heel of my hand up to caress her clitoris while my fingers worked her lips and taint. Unconsciously, my middle finger worked into her slit, which was sweetly wet and inviting.

"Mr. Hamrick," Dr. Dubois was stern, shocking me back to myself, "Please, pay attention to the task at hand."

Mortified, I immediately withdrew my hand. Miss Benson, eyes lolling, sank back on the table.

Dr. Dubois chuckled, "Mr. Hamrick, it's procedure that the attending physician attempt the first round of insertion therapy on a patient as past her due date as Miss Benson." He chuckled again, and as he stood, setting aside his clipboard, I noticed with shock that he himself was sporting an enormous erection. Unzipping the fly of his trousers, he moved towards the table.

"Pull her to the end of the table and we'll attempt this therapy. If we can help her to reach orgasm naturally, labor should be rapidly induced." His eyes met mine with a twinkle as his straining cock was freed of his pants. "Don't worry, Mr. Hamrick—it's best to have at least two orgasms, and you're next in line. We want to be certain she's induced." He gestured to me, "Now, move her to the end of the table."

I guided Miss Benson toward the end of the table as Dr. Dubois sidled up to it, his surprisingly large cock sprouting fully at attention, thick and veiny, the huge head showing a tiny bead of pre-cum. Miss Benson moaned again, grabbing and caressing her own swollen breasts as I shifted her toward her awaiting sire. 

As he adjusted himself to her sweet, slick cleft, Dr. Dubois apprised me, "The herbs I soak the patients in are an ancient Chinese blend. They'll remember nothing of this but relaxation and possibly the greatest arousal they'll ever experience. They'll never say anything to anyone. It's far better than any drug inducement," he explained huskily as he slowly began to thrust into her, feeding his great cock in inch by inch.

"Oooooohhhhhh, aaaarggggghhh," Miss Benson moaned as she rubbed her great globe of a belly, every inch taught over the swelling womb within. Her hips bucked up as she rose to meet Dr. Dubois' slow thrusts. She reached to pinch her nipples and liquid dribbled from them.

Dr. Dubois grunted, holding her legs high so that he could fuck her as deeply as possible in her extremely pregnant state, "Clean that up, man. Anything you'd like to do to arouse her is helpful here."

Forgetting clinical formality, I eagerly brought my lips to Miss Benson's nipple, first the right, then the left, massaging each enormous breast as I suckled it. My cock ached and throbbed and I finally freed it from my pants, caressing it avidly with the hand that wasn't on Miss Benson.

"No, no," Dr. Dubois scolded, grunting over his own work, "We'll need you to provide her with another orgasm as soon as I complete."

Obediently, I took my hand off my own aching dick and went back to work on our patient, massaging both breasts, then rubbing down her swollen belly, bucking against Dr. Dubois.

"Can you reach her clit?" he panted, either hand gripping a milky thigh for anchorage.

I coated my fingers in the cream I'd been using on her belly earlier and reached between her and the doctor, rubbing her clit in a firm, circular motion. Miss Benson responded immediately, nearly wailing and clutching her enormous breasts as the doctor fucked her all the more vigorously. This proved to be the end for them both and Miss Benson came in a screaming frenzy, both hands clutching the sheets on the table for dear life as her head rolled back and forth and her ripe, swollen body met every thrust the doctor brought it. He expired less glamorously, with a few grunts. I stroked her hair and helped reposition her on the table, seemingly too far gone in her own ecstasy to fully grasp what was going on.

"Now your go, old boy," Dr. Dubois panted as he zipped himself up. He repositioned himself in the chair and resumed his clipboard, "Remember, several orgasms will assist the patient in a quick and easy labor. Do your very best."

I was absolutely astounded. The entire scenario was unreal and incredibly illicit. But my throbbing cock begged me for release. And after all, it was doctor's instructions and for the good of the patient. The firm bobbing head of my dick caught the attention of the still woozy Miss Benson, who reached out a well-manicured hand to caress it, slurring, "C'mon, one more time around. I gotta get this kid outta me." As she stroked my cock, she rubbed her oiled belly and up onto her enormous breasts, her face flushed with arousal. Without further consideration, I fully unbelted my pants and dropped them and my undies to the floor. I grabbed her pendulous breasts in either hand and almost crushed them with desire as I bent to kiss her deeply. She pushed herself up into me and mewed softly. I moved one hand down to fondle her slit, drenched in her and the doctor's juices. She moved against me, but her size seemed to prevent her from truly satisfying her urges. Clearly, she needed a little assistance.

Breaking our kiss, I rolled her onto her side, lifting her thigh into the air so that I could continue to finger her sweet pussy. I kissed the back of her neck and made my way up onto the table behind her, positioning my dick at her slit. "Oh, god," she murmured huskily, "put it in me." Needing no further invitation, I pulled back, still raising her thigh with one arm, and slowly fed my dick between her sweet pussy lips, groaning deeply as I thrust into her. I thought I'd blow my load immediately, but I paused and restrained myself, wanting to bring this beautiful fantasy woman to climax before I let myself blow sky high. We reached a glorious rhythm quickly and Miss Benson moaned murmured huskily, "Fuck. That feels great."

Dr. Dubois evidently felt the need to re-administer the medication and got up from his comfortable chair and came toward us, unzipping his trousers to let his cock reemerge, rapidly regaining its former rigidity. He pulled a glass vial from his pocket, opened the stopper, and held it under Miss Benson's nose. I could feel her tensed body relax beside me and her groan deepened into something animalistic. 

"Very good, my dear," he said soothingly, "Just relax and let Mr. Hamrick do all the work. Your only task is to have the biggest orgasm you can to help you begin labor." With one hand, he stroked his cock and with the other reached forward and tweaked her nipples and rubbed her heavy breasts. Then his hand moved down over her tight, swollen belly toward her clit. Her head dipped back and her eyes rolled upward, but in her newly relaxed state, she only groaned mildly. "Hmmm," said the doctor, seemingly a little pensive. "Perhaps try her from behind. I'd be afraid to go more than two orgasms with her in her condition, so this climax needs to bring us results." 

I obediently, albeit reluctantly, pulled out and stood, then the doctor and I helped Miss Benson into a kneeling position on the table, propping her up with some couch pillows. I climbed into position behind her and with a great sigh, thrust my cock back into her well-worked hole.

"Make sure you get her clitoris, Hamrick," and with that admonishment, the doctor resumed his seat and went to work on his own stiff cock, watching our display through half-closed, seemingly bored eyes.

Obediently, I reached beneath her heavy belly and rubbed her clit. She bucked against me and groaned, murmuring, "Fuck. Oh, god."

My other hand grabbed her sweet ass for dear life as I thrust into her in rapid rhythm. 

"That's very good, boy," the doctor observed, his own cock nearly purple. "Now, Miss Benson, when you come this time, I want you to push down as hard as you can, mimicking the actions you practiced in our Lamaze class." His voice was just above a whisper, and I observed out of the corner of my eye as he spurted another great load out over the gray-blue carpet.

Miss Benson was clearly nearing a second climax, grinding against me and grunting the dirtiest stream of words I've ever heard from any woman, let along one as deliciously made as her. A final deep thrust and tweaking of her clit brought her to, and she came in a whimpering frenzy, her cunt throbbing around my cock and pulling from me the greatest orgasm I've ever had. I grabbed her ass with both hands, fucking her without mercy as I spurted my load into her sweet pregnant cunt. She panted and I felt that she was pushing down as the doctor had instructed. I pulled out quickly, suddenly nervous that I would be in the way. When I did, she rolled onto her back and rose up a little on the table while rubbing her belly and groaning, "Doctor, doctor, I'm pushing. Something's happening." A slow trickle of clear liquid appeared between her spread thighs. 

The doctor stood and zipped himself, chuckling, "Very good, Miss Benson, very good. You'll have this baby out of you very soon." He clapped me on back and I started, still astonished at all that had just transposed. "Excellent job, Hamrick. Well executed. I do believe you'll be a great asset to my clinic."

As he assisted Miss Benson back into her robe and helped her, still woozy, out of the room, I got dressed as quickly as possible. I was rather shocked at what I'd entered into, but I'd just had the greatest orgasm I'd ever had. I needed to go home and think about this. And jerk off about 5 more times while thinking about it.



Brown Eyes and Elevators



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Brown Eyes, Blue Smile



Shanice glanced at her ringing phone, saw it was her boyfriend calling and picked it up. "Hi Chris," she said.

"Whose dick have you been sucking, Shanice?"

His tone made her sit up on her bed. "What're you talking about, Chris?"

"You know what the hell I'm talking about, you cheating bitch. I've been hearing a lot of strange shit about you lately. Now I want to know whose dick you've been sucking?"

"Is this really what you thought of spoiling my day with – asking me if I'd been sleeping around like I'm some tramp?"

"You are what you are, Shanice. Don't go denying that you ain't been doing it all this while just 'cause I've been keeping quiet on it."

Shanice took a deep breath, hoping not to lose her temper. "Listen to me, Chris. I want you to really open up your ears and seriously listen to me. I don't know who's been feeding crazy stuff into your head Chris, but don't you ever call me a bitch, you hear me?"

"Yeah right," Chris retorted. "You've been going around town cheating, and now you don't want me calling you a bitch anymore, is that it? Come on, I want to hear it straight from your mouth whose dick it is that you've been sucking other than mine."

"I don't know what on earth you've been smoking, or what stupid shit you've been feeding yourself, Chris. No, I haven't been cheating on you, you bastard, and no, I've haven't been sleeping or fucking anybody. Is that what you want to hear, asshole?"

"You're a lying dog, Shanice. I know you're lying, and you know it too. Or what, do I have to holler out the dude's name for you?"

Shanice couldn't help screaming into the phone. "Go ahead, asshole, tell me just who the fuck it is?"

The line abruptly went dead. She stared at her phone, flabbergasted. "The fuck?" she looked at her phone for a long time and almost felt like hurling it against the far wall but held herself at the last moment. It wouldn't look good for her to get so heated up and lose it because of that worthless piece of shit. Best not give him the satisfaction. She scrolled through her number and dialled one of her girlfriends, Michelle.

"Hello?" her friend answered.

"Michelle, it's me, Shanice. How're ya doing, girl?"

"Doing just fine, baby girl. By the way, what's up with your man today? I saw him earlier at that new burger joint up on Sallie's block and when I asked him about you, his face got all tangled up and red. What's up with the two of you again this time?"

"Girl, I've just about had it up to my neck trying to be with that fool. Seriously, I'm deleting his number off my phone once I'm done chatting with you. Girl, you're not going to believe the phone call I got from him less than a minute ago." Shanice proceeded to narrate to her friend the conversation that had between her and Chris. Her friend was just as shocked as she too had been.

"Why that miserable, raggedy church mouse-eating sonofabitch!" Michelle spat at the other end of the line. "That dog, having the nerve to say all that nonsense to your ear. Girlfriend, fuck that dude. You ought to come with me let's roll tonight and find you some new man that's going to tap your body right."

"Nah, I don't think so, Michelle –"

"The hell you're saying you don't think so. Girlfriend, you best not do anything thinking from now on – let me be the one to make that for you. Since that bastard thinks you're less than nothing without him, then you might as well go on out tonight and let him hear of it through whichever grapevine he'd heard that thrash from. How about you and I hook up at Alleyway's Spot this evening, and from there we could hit the club afterwards. There's going to be some hot guys in there tonight, I know."

Shanice couldn't help but laugh. "You're just so impossible, Michelle."

"I know. So am I going to see you there?"

"Yeah, okay, I'll be there at our usual seat. See ya."

And then the line went dead. 

Shanice was at Alleyway's two hours later seated at a lone table waiting for her friend to arrive. She was seated at an advantageous spot that gave her a clear view of the entrance into the deli and between checking her watch and looking up anytime she noticed someone stroll into the place, she had nothing else better to do. But that and the remainder of the evening changed for her when a young man approached her table carrying a tray with some junk food and a can Coke on it. He appeared from behind her so she didn't take any notice of him until he stopped beside her.

"Excuse me," the young man said to her. Shanice glanced up at him. He gave her a warm smile and then indicated at the remainder of the table. "Is the rest of the booth taken?"

She shook her head. The young man said thanks, placed his tray on the table and sat across from her. He was probably a year or two older than her, she figured as she sized him up. Preppy-looking face, though cute. Light brown hair with blue eyes. She couldn't help it when a snigger escaped her lips. The man looked up at her, amused.

"Hope it didn't do something funny."

"No, you didn't, and I'm sorry. Just that I couldn't help but think you remind me of someone. An actor whose movie I'm fond of."

"Hope you're not going to say Brad Pitt?"

"Actually I was going to say Mickey Rouke. You know of him?"

He nodded. "He's the fellow that got nominated for that wrestling movie ... The Wrestler, I think."

"Yep, that's him. Though you kind of look a lot like him during his younger days. Back in the eighties when he did Angel Heart. You ever saw that one?"

"Scared me the first time I watched him make love to that Cosby girl with blood dripping down the roof. I kind of liked him better in Rumble Fish opposite that other actor, Dillon. He was much handsome back then."

"You really know your movies," she observed.

"The same as you know yours." He offered her a handshake. "I'm Eric, by the way."

She smiled as she shook his hand. "Shanice. Nice meeting you."

"Nice meeting you too. Care for me to buy you an ice cream, Shanice. It's the least I can do."

"No, really, you don't have to –"

"I know, but I can't help it. I hate having a full tray and chatting with someone who's got nothing before her. Please, allow me. Hope you like chocolate, 'cause that's all they have in here."

He was up in a flash and rushed towards the counter. He was back two minutes later with a cone of chocolate ice cream. Shanice took one bit of her ice cream and after that forgot about her actual mission of being at the deli. Eric listened to her talk movies while he munched on a chicken wing and sipped his canned Coke in-between.

"Where you here waiting for someone?" he asked her a while later. 

"Yeah," Shanice answered. "My home girl, Michelle. She was supposed to have met me here almost an hour now. I tried calling but all I keep getting is her voice mail. How about you?"

"Me, I just got off work. I usually stop by here to have a snack before heading home."

"That's where the heart is, you know. Home."

"Not mine. I've got noisy neighbours who spend half the day yelling at each other. Drives me crazy sometimes, which is why I always kill an hour or two in here before heading to the pad. Hopefully by now they'd have cooled off the day."

"What if they don't?"

"Well then I'd be calling you later asking if I can come over and hide at your place then."

She laughed. "Whatever makes you think I'd want to give you my number?"

"If you don't, I guess I'll have to give you mine then. Either way, I'd like to see you again."

"I might be too busy. I need to make out time to get my hair done."

Eric looked at her hair admiringly. "Looks nice from where I'm sitting. Even then, I'd still like to see you again."

"What happens if I tell you that I have a boyfriend already?"

"I'd ask: 'is he white'?"

She gazed at him for a moment and then burst into laughter. "You're silly, you know that?"

"You wanted an answer, so I gave you one. Well, answer then: is your boyfriend white?"

"You know damn sure he's not."

"That's all the more reason why I'd like to see you again. At least talk some movies."

"And wouldn't your girlfriend be pissed if she knows you're talking movies with a black girl?"

"I'm willing to take that risk." He unearthed his wallet and pulled out a business card from a side along with a pen from his pocket. "Reach me at this number any time you feel like, night and day, winter or sleet or rain – I'll always pick up."

As if by a miracle, Shanice looked up and there was her friend Michelle pushing her way into the cafe. Shanice palmed his card and got up. "Thanks for the drink," she said. "So I'll see you around."

"I hope so."

She smiled and left him. Eric couldn't help but risk turning to see her hug her friend and watched both of them exit into the evening. 

Two days went past before Shanice dug up the nerve to call him. Her hood boyfriend (ex-boyfriend for her), had been ringing up her phone since the last time she hung up on him. The last time she was in the kitchen preparing herself a casserole when his number showed on her cellular phone's screen. 

"How many times am I going to tell you, Chris," she spat into the phone. "I don't want to have anything to do with your monkey ass no more."

"You ain't supposed to be talking like that to me, Sha," he retorted. "I'm your baby boy, girl."

"Yeah right, a retarded grown-ass baby who just don't know how to grow up."

"I was just playing with you, girl. You know I ain't never gonna take you for no tramp ho."

"Yeah you would, since you were bold enough to holler it into my ear that I other day, then I guess that is what I am. A no-good black tramp. I don't want to see you or hear from you anymore, Chris. Stay the fuck out of my life!"

She pressed the OFF button and slammed the phone on the counter. Her body trembled with anger and always when she was in such a mood, she always was afraid of losing it. She rested her hands on the kitchen's counter, let her hair fall down and shut her eyes and meditated for a brief moment. It was something she'd learned from her mom that helped against stress. When she opened her eyes, she no longer was feeling down, nor was the thought of Chris weighting down on her mind.

Her thoughts switched to Eric instead.

She reached for her phone and scrolled through it to his number and then pressed the dial button. The phone rang four times and she was just about giving up when suddenly the line got picked.

"Hello?" 

She still recognised his voice; it brought a quick smile to her face.

"Hi Eric, you remember that lady whom you bought an ice cream for –" 

"Shanice? Is that you?"

"Yes, Eric. It's me. Sorry I haven't called since ... had a lot of stuff to catch up on."

"No problem at all. Have been way too busy over here myself, but I'm glad you called."

"I thought you might have forgotten all about me by now."

"It's not always I a person like myself buys an ice cream to a beautiful someone who's good with movies and knows how to have interesting conversation. You'd have to walk a hundred miles before you can find such a person."

Shanice couldn't help but laugh. "Guess you didn't have to walk a hundred miles for this one then."

"I guess not, and I glad I didn't. I'd have worn off my shoes by now."

"Are you at work?" she asked.

"More or less, yes. Looks more like a dungeon to me, but who cares. How about you?"

"Home, making a casserole ... I'm thinking maybe when I'm done, I'll watch a movie."

"What film do you have in mind to see?"

"I'm thinking A Few Good Men."

"Really? You think you can handle the truth?"

Shanice laughed once more, recalling the famous line in the movie made by Jack Nicholson's character. "I sure as hell can. I'm a big girl, remember."

"Yes, you are. So, what's your Friday night this week going to be like?"

Shanice mulled over the question for a moment, and then shook her head. "Never have much going on for me on Fridays."

"I'd like to take you out, go see a movie with you."

Shanice decided to tease him. "Won't your girlfriend be mad you asking a black girl out?"

"Wouldn't care about adding no third party to us going out," he replied. "But I'm seriously looking forward to seeing you again. So are you going to be up for it?"

"You promise getting back home at about nine?"

"If that's going to be part of the contract, then throw it in and please say yes in the end."

Shanice smiled: Yes!

Friday night came and they went to see a movie – the latest Wachowski Brother's flick. When they exited the theatre building two hours later it was almost eight-thirty. The city pier was a stone's throw from the building; Eric thought they should take a walk towards it before taking her back home. Several faces turned to stare at them as they clasped hands together and went about their business, but if either of them noticed the eyes they pretended not to care. They were with each other and that was all that mattered.

A lengthy growl emanated from the underbelly of the sky and a blustery wind blew again them as they approached the pier.

"It's going to rain soon," Eric observed.

"Think I ought to be in bed by now."

He paused to look at her. "You want to go now?"

"Whatever gave you that idea?"

They approached one of the railings at the end of the pier and leaned over it. Before them lay the dark, unsettling waters of the harbour ... and further away from their eyes' reach, the deep blue sea. Sporadic lightening flashed across the horizon. Shanice wrapped an arm around Eric's, taking warmth and comfort in his presence. 

"You're really beautiful, do you know that?" Eric said to her.

She pretended to shrug off his words, though deep inside, she was melting over them. "I'll bet that's something you say to all the girls you've met."

"Right now I'm not thinking of them. And you ought not be thinking about your past either."

"I don't mean to – the last guy I gave my heart to ended up being a real pig."

Eric laughed. "I hope if ever things don't work out between us that I don't end up being referred to as such."

"Whatever makes you think there's going to be anything between us?"

"Because of this."

Before Shanice could react, Eric turned her to face him and lowered his face towards her and sought her lips with his. Shanice resisted, but only for a second, before opening up to receive him. The world around them felt quiet when they released themselves from each other.

"Hope that helps," said Eric.

"Maybe if you hadn't stopped, I wouldn't have had to say no," she muttered.

Their lips met for a kiss again, and this time it was full and passionate. Above their heads, the sky opened its bowels and rain fell down upon the world.