0 comments/ 73025 views/ 106 favorites Sadie's Travels By: MercuryLove31 Sadie's Travels One of my oldest memories is of fire...the hot, acrid smell of smoke...a crowd gathered, yelling...my mother screaming...and two loud, heavy, life-altering pops. A shotgun I think. I was later told the fire I remembered was a huge cross burning on our lawn. It wasn't a large lawn, just a small patch really, but my father was pretty proud of how green he kept it. Someone told someone, who told someone else, that my father said something inappropriate to Mrs. Shawnee, the white woman my mother cleaned house for. Actually, considering I had been eavesdropping, my father had simply asked when they planned to pay the balance on my mother's wages. They had short-changed her again. And then I remember fire and smoke, and my mother shoving me into a tiny cupboard, where I stayed for almost 48 hours before anyone thought to come looking for me. That was in South Carolina, 1937. The next part of my life was spent being shuttled from neighbor to neighbor. Back then blacks didn't rely on services funded by the state to take care of orphaned kids. Oh, did I mention both my parents were killed that night? I began my adventures with Mrs. Middleton, a woman who lived two doors down from us. But she and her husband already had four kids and she was pregnant. So when she gave birth, I spent two years with another neighbor, Mrs. Freeman, who only had a son and a daughter. Her husband had been killed, I'm not sure how. I liked living with Mrs. Freeman. She made sure I went to school, we had plenty to eat, their house was bigger than most and I had my own room. The only problem was her teenage son. He decided he would practice his "stroke" on me...and I don't mean golf. When Mrs. Freeman found out he was sneaking into my room at night, she decided I had to go. Eventually I was shipped off to live with a neighbor who moved out of town. And then a neighbor who moved out of the state. Some of the homes were pretty nice and some of the families made me feel welcome. Others saw me as another mouth to feed, a live-in servant, or easy access to a female body. Finally I was shipped all the way up to New York City. Sadie's Travels "Hello?" I swallowed a third time and then dove in, "uh, Lin? It's uh...It's uh Sadie, you know, from the—" I'm not sure what changed, but his voice was suddenly different. A little huskier, a little softer...certainly not unhappy to hear it was me, which was a relief. "Hey Sadie, I know who you are. Wassup? You okay?" "Uh huh, yeah, I'm okay." I paused, tried to swallow again, but nothing was coming out. I sighed, this hadn't been a good idea. "Uh...I'm sorry. Forget it. I'm sorry. See you later." And I hung up. I shook my head. My hands were trembling. Why had I done that? It had been a stupid idea. I sighed, frustrated. I moped around for a bit, annoyed with myself as I prepared dinner, and then I picked at the food halfheartedly. I kept glancing at the clock in the living room, wondering how many people I knew would be at the movie theater, wondering what they would say if I showed up alone. When someone knocked on my front door, I jumped up excited, hoping Betty was feeling better. We still had 30 minutes to make it to the theater. But when I wrenched the door open, it wasn't Betty standing on the other side. He was wearing another dark suit, navy this time with a silky cream shirt, no tie. It wasn't one of the suits we'd made for him at the shop, but it fit him nicely just the same. I was standing in the doorway, too stunned to say anything, until finally he spoke. "You called. You okay?" He'd been worried. Here I was only thinking about the movies and he was worried about me. I closed my eyes for a moment. "I'm sorry Lin. My friend was supposed to go to the movies with me but she couldn't go. I mean she can, but she wasn't feeling well and told me she had to cancel. I happen to see your business card, so... I-I was going to ask you but..." I trailed off, annoyed that I was rambling and not sure how to tell him I had chickened out. He seemed to get the picture, however, and a smile slowly spread across his dark features. "So, you still wanna go?" He asked. I was nervous, shaking in fact, but the idea of going to the movies was too good to pass up. I nodded, grabbing my wrap and purse and closing the door behind me. He waited while I locked it, struggling clumsily with the key, and then walked beside me to the elevator. "So, what's playing?" "Oh! Right!" I blathered on about the movie, filling him in on the plot and letting him know how good it was supposed to be, following him blindly out of the building. When he stopped beside a metallic green Cadillac El Dorado, I wasn't sure what was going on. Until, that is, he unlocked the passenger door and held it open for me. "This is your car?" I gasped, hesitating. "Yup. Unless you wanted to walk..." Mrs. Johnson's stories of all the inappropriate things that could take place in a car ran through my head for a moment. I'd never had to worry about it before considering I didn't know anyone with a car. But now...but it was Lin. Was I really worried about Lin doing anything inappropriate with, or to, me? We were friends, right? Lin realized I was conflicted and closed the door, locking it. "It's only a few blocks, right? It's a nice night, let's walk." I sighed, relieved that I didn't have to decide. I fell into step beside him, looking over at him casually. He was looking ahead, but smiling. "Sorry. I never had to think about getting in a car with anyone before," I apologized. He shrugged, the movement as graceful as any other he made. "Don't worry about it. Didn't I just warn you about being more careful?" He teased. I laughed, "actually, you did." We walked in silence for a few moments. It was a comfortable silence and suddenly I was relieved that all those "feelings" I thought I'd had were in my head. He was just a nice guy, nothing more. And, like I said before, probably saw me as a little sister. At the corner, he took my elbow to guide me across the relatively busy street...and I had to take back everything I'd just thought to myself. His arm on my elbow was like a hot iron, burning me, branding me...I felt the flutters in my stomach again, the slow and steady throbbing a little lower than my stomach, the trembling throughout...and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. When he released my elbow, I forced myself to take a breath. Okay, so maybe those feelings had not been in my head after all. At the next corner, I actually tried to avoid his touch, stepping into the street before him. But the blaring sound of a car horn startled me, forcing me back. Lin smiled, I wasn't sure why, but carefully took my elbow again as we crossed. I was catapulted back into the whirlpool of feelings. By the time we arrived at the theater, I was so preoccupied by Lin that I barely remembered what we were going to see. I enjoyed the movie, and the goodies, but sitting beside Lin was much more distracting than I could have imagined. Every time he shifted and his muscular arm, or his thigh, brushed against mine, I totally forgot about the movie. Actually, I was surprised I was still conscious after the movie ended considering I'd forgotten how to breathe quite a few times as well. When we left the theater, Lin asked if I wanted to get a drink at The Cotton Club. I'd heard it was almost impossible to get into The Cotton Club, but he didn't seem to think it would be a problem. I agreed and we walked the few blocks to the club. There was a line outside, but Lin walked to the front and leaned in to whisper something to the huge man at the door. I thought I saw Lin hand him something, but I wasn't sure. A moment later, the large man was holding the door open for us. I smiled shyly as I passed the others waiting on line, feeling a little guilty. There was a band, playing absolutely wonderful music, and dancers having a great time on the checkered dance floor. We squeezed in to sit at a tiny table against a wall, just watching the fun until a waitress appeared. Lin ordered drinks for us, I'm not sure what, but I didn't really care. Just sitting in the club, with him, was exciting enough for me. We only spent an hour or so there, considering how late it was. I had to work the next morning and Mr. Mitchell liked me there at 8am sharp. Lin paid the bill and escorted me toward the front door, staying close as we made our way through the throng of people. Once outside, I took a deep breath, laughing as Lin seemed to do the same. It wasn't a date, but spending time with Lin was better than any of the dates I'd gone on. I wondered about that, but not for long. Instead, I chatted with Lin as we walked home, asking what he thought of the movie, what kind of music he liked and any other information I could pry from him. As we made our way further east, the streets were less occupied and grew quieter. I thought it a nice change, but Lin seemed to be less talkative, growing more and more tense. I was about to ask if there was something wrong when I heard someone calling out from behind us. "Hey Teddy, look who it is. Little Mister Big Stuff." I quickly looked behind us. Three males were following a few feet behind, laughing at their own comments. Lin picked up his pace, his hand on my elbow as I hurried to keep up. We were at least eight or nine blocks from my apartment building. "Why you always dressed like a man, baby cakes? You got a set of balls in there too?" I didn't really understand what they were saying. I saw Lin reach into his breast pocket and remove something. "Hey, you nasty bulldagger, we're talking to you! You think you such hot shit? Do you even know what to do with that fox on your arm? Betcha don't!" They had closed the distance between us and suddenly Lin pushed me aside. "Go Sadie!" I wasn't sure what he meant, but I couldn't move. They surrounded him, ignoring the knife he now held in his hand. My heart was racing. I didn't understand what was going on, why they were harassing us. What did their comments mean? What did they want? "Sadie, run!" It was the last thing Lin said before one of the men plowed his fist into Lin's stomach. As he did it, he said, "tell Big Lou John-boy says hello," but I was more focused on Lin. There was another powerful punch to the stomach and the grunt that followed was something I hoped to never hear again in my life. Lin swung the knife, slicing one of them across the face. That attacker backed off, grabbing at his face as the blood began to spurt from the wound, but the other two didn't. They grabbed Lin's arm, wrestling the knife from him. Then they were swearing and punching and kicking and...I heard screaming. High pitched screaming, over and over again. It took me a moment to realize it was me. Residents in a nearby building were suddenly at their windows, yelling down that they were calling the cops. The men stopped and ran off. Lin was on the ground, moaning. There was blood, so much blood. I knelt beside him, not sure what to do. I'm not sure if I thought no one had really called the cops, or if I knew it would take them forever to show up, but I decided to help Lin to his feet. I didn't want Lin to have to lie in the street waiting. And I didn't want those men to return. It took a while to get him up and even longer to get him to take a few steps. The rest of the walk to my apartment took forever, or so it seemed. I was relieved when we arrived, hurrying to open my apartment door. I helped Lin onto my large, floral patterned sofa. Then I dashed into the bathroom to gather everything I could think of. I also filled a basin with warm water and then returned to the living room. Lin was still sitting in the same position, his eyes closed, his breathing shallow. I wet a washcloth and began to dab at the blood trickling from his nose. I rinsed the cloth then started on the gash above his eye. By the time I was done, the water was red. I applied peroxide and bandaged what I could. I then hurried to the ice box, grabbing an ice tray and a clean dish towel on the way back to the sofa. We didn't say a word as I tended to his wounds. There were tears wetting my cheeks, but I ignored them. When I was done, I returned to the kitchen and poured Lin a hefty dose of Mrs. Johnson's scotch. I never touched the stuff, so there was plenty. Lin drank, leaning back against the sofa with a heavy sigh. I knelt before him, desperate to ease his pain somehow. "Should I call for a doctor?" I finally asked, swallowing past my tears. Lin shook his head, "nah, I'm fine. Just—" I watched as he shifted onto his side, his eyes still closed. "Just let me rest here for a minute." I nodded, although his eyes were already closed. By the time I thought to remove his shoes, and go fetch a blanket, Lin was snoring softly. I dropped into the matching armchair, staring at the man sleeping on my sofa. There were so many questions, I didn't know where to begin. But they would obviously have to wait. Before long, I also slept. Sadie's Travels I kept telling myself I wasn't dressing to catch anyone's eye, I was just going to check on a friend. A friend who had been beaten. A friend who had shared a secret with me. It was important to let her know I didn't think she was from outer space or anything, right? A good neighbor would do that...a good friend would do that. And it was important to me that she knew we could still be friends. That I would not shun her. That was the only reason I was going to her home...if that's where I was going. She lived in something I heard once referred to as a brownstone. It was a brick building with three stories and a steep set of stairs leading up to the front door. I was surprised how large it was, considering only one person lived there. If I was uncertain about the address, I could rest easy considering I recognized the metallic green Cadillac parked on the street out front. I stood beside it, looking around, wondering if anyone recognized me. Then I wondered why I cared. Still, I didn't move toward the steps. I continued to stand beside the car, wondering what I was doing, wondering what would happen next, wondering... "You came this far, you might as well." Her deep, rough voice still had that same curious affect on me. This time my normal reaction was coupled with fright as I jumped just a little, startled. I turned to see her standing beside me, decked out in another dark suit, this one charcoal gray. She wore it with a crimson red shirt and a dark gray tie. The dark gray fedora, tilted to one side, added the perfect touch. The effect was very nice...she looked quite handsome. I also realized her bruises had healed for the most part. There was still a slight scar on her lip, and one above her brow, but it was hardly evident that she had been severely beaten just weeks ago. The final thing I noticed was that she didn't greet me with the smile she typically showered upon me. That concerned me just a little. She started up the stairs leading to the front door, glancing behind her. "You coming?" I hesitated for another moment before following. I'm not sure what I expected when I stepped inside. We entered what looked like her living room. It was massive, that was my very first thought, and nicely decorated. Dark wood floors and leather furniture that was just as dark. The sofa and chair cushions were deep burgundy and gray. There was a marble mantle framing a huge fireplace and vast windows on almost every wall. It was warm, bright, yet uniquely masculine...like her. And it certainly suited her. I noticed a doorway in the far corner and a hint of white and yellow tile on the floor. I assumed that was the kitchen. Across from it, another doorway led elsewhere and a stairway led up to the second floor. When I finished looking around, I turned back to her. Lin was watching me closely and, for the second time, I realized there was no smile on her face. I turned from her dark, piercing gaze, looking around again nervously. "I like your furniture," I offered awkwardly. She scoffed before responding. "Sit. I'll get you something to drink." I did as she ordered, sitting gingerly on one of the plush chairs. She returned a moment later and handed me a tumbler filled a third of the way with some type of gold liquid. I sipped it, wincing. I wasn't sure what it was, but it was strong. Usually I wouldn't touch such a strong drink, but my nerves were more than a little shaky, so I sipped again. It took me a moment to realize she wasn't sitting. Instead she was standing beside the fireplace, watching me, her long lashes shielding those intense eyes. She had removed her jacket, tie and hat, and I was able to enjoy the sight of her muscles, moving fluidly beneath the fine material of the crimson shirt as she drank a much heftier portion of the same beverage. Then I wondered why I was admiring the body of a 'friend' again. I sipped desperately at the liquid in my glass, confused. "Why are you here Sadie?" She asked the question softly, but it was harsh. I hadn't expected such a direct question and it was then I realized I didn't have a coherent answer prepared. " I uh, um...I-I just wanted to make sure—" I stood shakily, almost dropping the glass, sloshing the liquid over the side, before placing it on the coffee table. "I uh, j-just... I w-wanted to make sure you were okay. But you're p-probably busy so—" Suddenly I was rushing toward the door, comfortable that I would be able to escape that painfully discerning gaze. It hadn't occurred to me that she would stop me from leaving. She'd never done anything like that before. Yet, there she was, blocking my path. I swallowed, watching as she finished her drink before settling those dark eyes on me again. "Why are you here Sadie?" Softer. Her voice was softer...and heavy...throaty...mesmerizing. I wasn't sure how to respond a second time, so I simply stood there, watching as she closed the remaining distance between us. My heart was racing, the blood pumping through my veins so quickly I felt the pounding in my ears. My stomach felt queasy all of the sudden. She stopped directly in front of me, leaning in just a little, her face inches from mine. I couldn't look into her eyes. I just couldn't. I focused on her lips instead. They were thick, full. She licked them once, wetting them in a way that sent a slight shiver through me. "Why are you here Sadie?" She whispered the question this time, her breath warm against my cheek. I didn't move. I'm not sure why. I know she would not have stopped me. I know it. But I didn't move. I was waiting...wondering...how would they feel? How...how would they feel when she pressed them against mine? I didn't have to wait long. I shut my eyes tightly as she stepped in to me, lowering her head, slowly pressing her lips to mine...gently...her mouth slightly open, as if she was drinking from me. She paused, hesitating, giving me an opportunity...but still, I didn't move. I couldn't. When her lips touched mine again, the feel of hers fuller, warmer, more insistent, I felt my breath hitch. The tip of her tongue caressed the inside of my upper lip, her lips moving against mine sweetly...enticingly. I heard her inhale, her lips leaving for a moment once more before she pressed them to mine more firmly...hungrier. She didn't touch any other part of me...she didn't have to. I could feel my body leaning into her, desperate for the feel of her against me. Then her lips were gone. My eyes were still closed as I felt her warmth leave. She hadn't left me, she was still there. I could feel that she was. She'd just taken a half step back...waiting. I considered my options. I could leave, now, before anything else happened. I could rationalize that she had compelled me to kiss her against my wishes. I could convince myself that I had tried to flee and she'd left me no choice. But, once again, I didn't move. Not in the direction of the door anyway. Instead, I took that half step forward, inviting her to take more. I thought I heard her moan softly before she brought her lips to mine again. Her hand was at the back of my head, bringing me in closer as she really kissed me for the first time, her lips greedily devouring mine. I was no longer frozen, responding to her, answering her demands. Her tongue entered, searching for mine, dancing with it. I was feeling lightheaded, my body quivering from the barrage of feelings she was creating. These feelings, this confusion...it felt good...it felt so wonderfully good...and I knew I wanted more...more of those lips, more of that tongue...more. But she stopped suddenly, abruptly. I'm not sure how long I stood there before I realized she was across the room, standing by the fireplace again. When I finally opened my eyes, her back was to me. I waited, wondering what was going on. I didn't want her to stop. I watched, waiting, as she took a deep, ragged breath before turning to face me. "You need to go." I wasn't a hundred percent sure what I was expecting at that moment, what I needed...but it wasn't those words. They were like a bucket of ice water being thrown in my face. And at that moment I felt...shame. Embarrassment. Humiliation. I closed my eyes for a moment, gathering strength, before opening them and nodding. I headed to the door quickly, frantically trying to flee from her rejection. "Hey." She moved quickly, catching me at the door as I desperately tried to force the knob to work. My hands were shaking so badly I couldn't make it work. She took my hands in hers, turning me to face her. There were tears on my cheeks. She sighed, wiping them away gently. "Damn, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." I was shaking my head, everything was shaking, all of me, everything. She pulled me to her for a moment. "Just listen to me, okay? That didn't come out right. I'm sorry." I was trying to listen to her. I wanted her to say something to make it better. I needed her to say something to make it better. She took my hands in hers again and I could feel she was looking at me. I couldn't bring myself to look up at her though. Finally, she gently lifted my chin until our eyes met. "I'm sorry Sadie. I don't want you to leave. God, I really don't want you to leave. But you need to go. You don't know what's going to happen if you stay...I do. You have to trust me...we need to go slow here, okay? We need to go real slow. Okay?" It was working, whatever she was saying. I wasn't trembling as violently. I took a deep, shaky breath, inhaling the scent of her as she brought me to her for another hug. When she pulled away, looking down at me, I was able to meet her eyes on my own. "Okay?" She whispered, her voice pleading with me to understand. I nodded. She set me away from her and I took that opportunity to leave as quickly as I could. Sadie's Travels For the first time I realized she seemed a little uncomfortable. I watched her stand and start pacing around the room. "Do you know the name Big Lou Caruso?" She finally asked. I shook my head no. She nodded, "okay. Well, he's an important...businessman around here. I work for him." I nodded, watching as she continued to pace. "Among other things, I'm a runner for him. Do you know what that means?" I shook my head no again. She sighed, sitting on the sofa across from me once more. "Okay. Well, it means that for part of my job I...pick-up and deliver important packages for Mr. Caruso. And when he can't make it, but she still wants to go out, I escort his...'friend' out on the town." I was trying to follow her, hoping I was keeping up. "So that woman is his...girlfriend?" "Well, more like his mistress, since he has a wife. But yeah." I nodded. To be honest, this was way beyond anything I understood. But it did bring back something I'd heard before. "Those men that attacked you. Is that why they said something about 'Big Lou'?" She nodded, relieved I was making some of the connections on my own. "Yeah. It was a message for him." "A message?" She nodded, "yeah. Uh...there are a lot of people really upset that an Italian does such great...business up here. And they'd like him to relocate, if you get my drift." I nodded, although I had to admit to myself that I really had no clue what she meant. Why would three men beat her up, calling her those horrible names, so that someone would move their business? And what did any of that have to do with Lin taking his 'mistress' on dates? And what kind of business did this man run that would require Lin to do such a thing anyway? And what kind of 'packages' did she deliver and pick-up? And why did she carry a knife? But suddenly I realized I didn't care about any of that. I only had one question I really wanted to ask. "Can I ask you a question?" I asked her quietly. She nodded. "D-did you," I licked my lips, struggling, "uh...did you ev-ever kiss her the way you k-kissed me?" I couldn't look at her as I asked the question and I felt the heat rise into my cheeks. I was wondering if she could tell how uncomfortable I was. It seemed like forever before I forced myself to look over at her. She was watching me, a slight smile on her face. "No Sadie. Never." That feeling in my stomach, the tightness, eased up a little. I don't think I'd been able to admit how important her answer was to me. I smiled a little. Then I watched as she stood and approached, leaning over me. She touched her lips to mine, gently, sweetly, and my pulse jumped. I leaned back in the chair, granting her better access to my mouth. She deepened the kiss, her lips taking more, her tongue tasting me. I felt the moan in the back of my throat, but didn't realize I'd released it until she chuckled softly against my lips. She straightened up, lifting my chin so my eyes met hers. "I won't be kissing anyone else for a while, Sadie Brown. That I can promise you." I smiled a little and she leaned down to kiss my forehead. "Get some sleep, okay?" And then she was gone. Sadie's Travels When she tried to pull back a little, I reached out for her hand and brought it slowly, awkwardly, to my breast. She didn't move at first. Her hand simply rested, lightly, against my breast, quite still, as my nipple quickly grew hard beneath it. I responded to her kisses more enthusiastically, my arms tightening around her neck until eventually I felt her move her hand, turning it over, and brushing the backside against my tightening flesh. I moaned into her mouth, my breathing becoming ragged, as she left the sofa to kneel before me, pressing her body more boldly against mine, her fingers now toying lightly with my painfully hard nipple. The rush that moved through me was unexplainable. My body was absolutely zinging, tingling in a way I'd never felt before from head to toe. When they'd touched me as a kid, when I kissed my first few dates, none of it felt this...amazing. I felt her hand leave my breast and settle at my waist as she shifted, moving her lips away from mine and leaning into my throat. I felt, rather than heard, her inhale deeply, her nose gently caressing my flesh before I felt her lips again. She planted gentle kisses along the length of my neck, causing shivers to run through me. I felt the warm, wet caress of her tongue as she tasted me...and then she sank her teeth into me. I tensed, but not with pain or fear. The feel of her teeth against my hyper-sensitive skin went right through me and settled sweetly below my waist. I moaned again, louder, desperate for her to continue. I felt her hands as they loosened the belt of my robe, and then the heavy terry cloth was removed from my shoulders and dropped. Her hands reached for the button at the top of my pajama shirt and I hesitated for just a moment. What if she was right, what if I wasn't ready...but as if she could read my thoughts, I felt her lips leave my throat and suddenly those dark, warm chestnut eyes were staring into mine. "Stop me if anything doesn't feel right, okay?" She instructed softly. I nodded, relaxing, glad she'd thought to give me an out. But I was no longer thinking of an out when her lips found my throat again. Not when her fingers finished with my buttons and then brushed my pajama top open. The cool air on my hard nipples startled me for a moment, and a shyness swept through me, but it was short lived. She met my eyes again, winked, and then bent her head to take a straining nipple into her mouth. I'd never felt anything like it. The heat of her mouth as she wrapped her lips around my stiff nipple. I felt my fingers curl into my palms and squeeze as heat coursed through my veins. She sucked on the nipple, then removed her lips and blew on it...then bit into it gently. I moaned. It was loud and I was shocked by the need to release the feelings welling up inside me in such a way. I thought I heard her chuckle as she helped me shift until I was lying flat, my bathrobe beneath me. She laid beside me, reclaiming her hard, anxiously waiting prize, her hands caressing other parts of me...my tummy...the underside of my breast...my other nipple. My eyes were shut tightly and I could do nothing more than force myself to remember to inhale and exhale. I was so tense...impatient...and I felt something building, something I didn't recognize...didn't understand. It was scary and wonderful all at the same time. I felt the heat of her lips as they moved across my rapidly rising and falling chest to capture my other nipple, one of her hands capturing the nipple she had just abandoned. My legs were moving restlessly and there was a tight, itchy, foreign feeling between my legs that needed to be addressed. It wanted...I...I needed more. My body demanded it. "Lin...God...please." I couldn't believe that was my voice, throaty...wanton...desperate. I felt her other hand stop caressing my tummy and I whimpered, not wanting her to stop anything she was doing. It made its way to the waist of my pajama bottoms and then paused. I think she was waiting to see if I was going to protest, but I was way beyond that now. I raised my hips expectantly as her hand slid past the elastic to gently stroke my dark, triangle of hair. I was squirming beside her, my thighs parting of their own accord, aching. I felt her fingers gently part my wet, sticky nether lips...and then she touched me...and my hips bucked uncontrollably. "Oh!" My brain could process no other words. She slid that wonderful finger along the length of me, teasingly dragging it through the slick folds. The feeling that something was building intensified. It felt like I had to go to the bathroom, but it was so much worse...and so much better. She continued, her fingers exploring, teasing, burrowing until she found what she sought, a hard nub that simply blinded me with pleasure when she touched it. She stroked it once, moving her hand away to caress my outer lips...then she stroked it again...my breathing was short, my hips thrusting up to meet her. When she stroked it again... ... ... ... flashes ... white... hot...absolute, utter, total sense of...pleasure. Supreme pleasure. It washed over me, stabbed through me. It was...beautiful. My fingernails curled painfully into my palms and I gasped in air, not sure if I had remembered to breathe for quite a few seconds. When my body finally relaxed, warmth spread through every limb. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. But she didn't stop. She moved up the length of me, pressing her lips to mine as her hand once again made contact with that dangerously brilliant nub. I moaned aloud again as she sucked my tongue into her mouth, the fingers on her other hand seizing and pinching my nipple. She didn't have to wait long for her reward this time. I stopped breathing as the feelings rushed through me for a second time...and then I started to cry. I couldn't comprehend what I was feeling, what she was doing to me...she chuckled softly again, kissing me sweetly as she removed her hand. I collapsed onto my bathrobe, my brain swirling with confusion and delight. She was moving, it took a moment for me to realize she was removing my pajama bottoms. I didn't care. I didn't care about anything. I could hardly move. My entire body was simply throbbing. Sweetly, wondrously, magically pulsating from my toes up to the top of my head. She finished positioning me as she liked and suddenly, amazingly, I felt the heat of her mouth on me. My hips jerked again, my back arching almost painfully as she dragged her tongue along the length of me, latching on, her mouth greedily nursing, devouring my core. I think a part of me was trying to get away. I was so sensitive, her touch almost hurt. But there was a much larger part of me that was insatiable, that wanted more and more and more...she sucked my hardness into her mouth, her tongue caressing it, teasing, manipulating it until she suddenly began lashing against it and I cried out as I exploded again...and then again.