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You Enchant Me

By: HeartnSole



Hello! This is my second story, the title is inspired by the song "Latch" by Disclosure (it's a good song, check it out!) I tried and tried to find an editor (emailed about four people from the volunteer list with no reply) so please excuse the technical problems, along with me being an amateur writer. With that being said, if anyone is game, I am looking for an editor for a possible part two of this story depending on what people think. Comments and constructive criticism are much appreciated, and I really hope you enjoy the story! 

*****

The thumping of the night club's music reverberated throughout my ears, as well as throughout my body. Flashing colored lights and masses of bodies on the dance floor, writhing around, permeated my vision. It smelt of sweat, liquor, perfume, and sex. My body was warm, maybe from the shots I had downed in our "Thank god it's Friday" moments, or from...

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I had had been stealing glances at this woman for the past ten minutes, off and on. And, she had finally caught me red-handed... hand in the cookie jar? Eyes in the cookie jar? They need a description for this! I mean, obviously people stare at each other at clubs, but it's been a while since anyone has caught my attention like this. Instead of looking away immediately though, I caught a smile playing on her lips.

Her lips, god damn, those beautiful lips.

They were light pink, wet, and perfect for kissing: perfect for my kisses. I wanted to kiss, bite, and nibble those lips, for hours. The goddess had mocha colored skin, a face framed by dark curls, not too tight, but definitely not wavy, that found its way just past her shoulders, and dark eyes. Her breasts looked like they were poured into the top half of her dress and her legs took my eyes a few days to travel over. She was fucking gorgeous.

"Earth to Arie? Hello?" My friend had to shout in my ear. Clubs are so loud, but I had to admit that the blood rushing from my head to much lower down, was definitely the real distraction.

"Yes, yes, that's fine..." I muttered, waving my hand distractedly.

Gina, one of my closest friends, with great powers of observation: looked at me with annoyance and then in amusement.

"Now I see where you're going with this Arie. Damn... tall, dark, and gorgeous. Dibs!" Gina happily exclaimed.

I sputtered, "G! What the hell- you KNEW I was looking at..."

And my dear friend interrupted me mid sentence with a devilish smile...

"Well then Arie, if you're so interested in her, I'll let go of my dibs IF you make your way over there and then make your way under her. Or, at least go talk to her," she giggled.

Ladies and gentleman, my diabolical genius of a friend. She knows my weak points. After not having been with a women for six months, I was a little more cautious about relationships. A two year relationship down the drain, and now being single and ready to mingle was scarier than ever. But hey, when you're twenty three that's a natural state of being. And though six months may seem like a while to some, when you're a nostalgic individual, memories have a way of bubbling up like a shaken soda can. Though, as a good friend, Gina had basically pushed me into a corner: either talk to the gorgeous lady or risk letting someone else stealing her attention and whisking her away.

I looked over at the tall, curly headed goddess again. She was laughing with three friends at one end of the bar. One was a not quite as tall, slim, red headed girl. The other two were a couple of guys, arms around each other. It was intimidating to talk to at least one person, but her friends seeing my attempt?

While I had been deep in my thoughts, Gina and my other friend Kat had ordered two rounds of shots for our standing table. The rest of our friends were on the dance floor, so it was a two a piece. Gina grinned at me,

"Tranquila, tequila, lady! Some liquid courage to speed your over-thinking along... Or rather, stop it!"

G really knows me too damn well. Or just enough, for moments like this. We clinked shot glasses, a little of my courage spilling out of the glasses.

Lick the salt, take the shot, suck the lime. Repeat. I shivered after the two shots, my body was even hotter than before from the combination of all the other bodies, the liquor, and that damn woman... who I just noticed, had been looking at me while I had been taking the shots. This time though, she turned her head quickly to avoid meeting my eyes.

Interesting. My confidence spiked up at the thought of her getting nervous about ME instead. Not to mention the fact that the two shots had sent me a few steps past tipsy. With Gina's hand on my back, she nudged me forward to go talk to the gorgeous girl.

"Just a quick nip into the bathroom G!" I yelled out to her over the music. Gina just shook her head and grinned knowingly at me. She is, one of my closest friends for a reason.

I slipped through the crowd easily enough, and while there was a short line for the bathroom, I made it in easily enough. The bright fluorescent lights were a bit sobering and the music's thumps were muted. Luckily, the extra shots kept me on the right track.

I stepped into one of the stalls. And now, for one of my infamous pregame warm-ups. It's a trick that many professionals use to do the work that they need to do.

Leaning back against the door of the stall, my skin gave away signs of the cool metal door in goose bumps. But that didn't matter, My chest was warm, my cheeks were flushed, and I was definitely heated up enough to get right into it. I bit my lip, masturbating loudly wasn't really a concern. Now if it was sex, that was a completely different story. I looked down at my top, my nipples were visible from the blue halter top I had on, one of my hands caressed the tangible evidence of my arousal. With the other, I hiked up my high-waisted, skin tight skirt a tad and reached under to brush over my black panties.

I could feel the fabric of my wet panties against my light pink lips. I pushed them aside feverishly and slid two of my fingers down, dabbing my wetness. My eyes closed and a few beads of perspiration collected around my collarbone. I was on fire.

That woman, with those long brown legs, her mouthwatering cleavage. I bit my lip to quiet myself down. Fingers sliding up to rub my clit, one on each side, letting my juices glide over. Images flashing under my eyelids of all the things I want to do with her, all the ways I want to be with her. My other hand pinched my nipple, switching back and forth so my other one didn't feel left out. As the tension built between my legs, I slipped my fingers that had been rubbing my clit and pressed them into me. I had to swallow a moan. Her smooth muscled legs, wrapped around my waist, with my fingers between her legs, mouth on her breasts. My walls were tight against my fingers, and I arched my hips into them, fucking myself. Her straddling my lap, pushing my hands over my head. My hips instinctively started to roll to meet my fingers, but I had to stop myself to try and stay quiet. My fingers inside of me moving faster, not my fingers- her fingers. Her teeth on my neck, biting it. Her fingers twisting, pinching, and pulling on my nipples.

I came with my head tilted up towards the ceiling, legs wide, leaning back against the cold metal, the hair around the nape of my neck slightly damp, my inner thighs sticky, and my fingers wet with the same stickiness. I took a gulp of air and grinned, shaking my head. Flicking my tongue over my fingers to hide the evidence of what I had done, before I stepped out the stall.

There was a few people in line, but out of the five stalls there, I didn't feel too bad. When I looked into the mirror, my light colored cheeks were tinged with pink and my eyes were a bit glassy. A perfect afterglow, easily mistaken for having a few drinks. Smirking in the mirror, I washed my hands and then put my long chestnut hair up in a messy ponytail, loose tendrils falling around my face. I reapplied some of my lipstick and looked at my smoky eye make up. G's a pro with her makeup skills, the makeup contrasted with my green eyes perfectly. Feeling refreshed, relaxed, and a couple steps past tipsy, I walked back into the club with a sway in my hips.

What had felt like an hour of fun, had only taken fifteen minutes. Moving through the crowd, I caught G's eye at our table and she winked. I blew her a kiss. With the gorgeous woman in my sight again, I had everything I needed to make my move.

You Enchant Me Ch. 02



Hello! This is the second part of my story, I really recommend that you read the first part for context of this second installment. I hope that you all enjoy! I appreciate all comments/suggestions/constructive feedback and love to hear it. Thank you to my editor Azure_skies!

*****

Moving through the crowded club, I had to squeeze past a decent amount of people to reach the woman that had been occupying my mind ever since the first glance. I would have gotten nervous, but the shots and my post orgasm afterglow shoved it back down. Instead, I had the kind of confidence of being satisfied yet hungry for more. As I ducked past people, standard approaches ran through - I could order her a drink, drop a cheesy pick up line to make her laugh, ask her to dance... 

Interrupting my thoughts were the actions of her friends. The couple of guys slipped off towards the dance floor, not before sending a glance my way and a grin hers. The red headed friend who had been right next to her had ordered three shots to be exact. Not to mention, she wasn't sitting next to my girl anymore, but seemed to be in depth while talking to the bartender. This was all too much to be a coincidence, though I'm sure it wasn't a burden for the red head by the way she was chatting up the bartender. 

When I finally approached the object of my orgasm, her eyes were already on mine. I smiled and slid onto the bar stool right next to her, but before I could get a word out with any of the approaches I was thinking of, she passed me one of the shots and grinned widely.

"You sure move fast", I wiggled my eyebrows at her, shooting a suggestive grin back. 

The gorgeous woman laughed, "Figured a drink is always the perfect introduction, Arie." Her eyes glimmered when she said my name. She pronounced it with ease and comfort, like she had said it many times before. I had a flash of it rolling out of her mouth, with me between her legs. Though that thought joined the legion of naughty thoughts that had occupied my mind, especially now that I had approached her.

My eyes had poured over her tall frame when I approached, the way her dress cupped her breasts (lucky, lucky dress), how long and smooth her legs were: the way her calves were pronounced by the pair of heels she was wearing. And then her hair, how full and thick it was. I could imagine my fingers threading through it when I was kissing and tonguing her. The final touches being her eyes, the way they invited me and asked me to take a dip in. Maybe someone who wasn't as observant or as focused as me, would not have seen the slight bite mark on her lip, that maybe she bit it if she was nervous...or turned on.

But, hold up. At the same time as these thoughts, I was floored. How did she know my name? I definitely had never met her before, and I would have remembered it if I did. Anyway, I couldn't let her have the upper hand so easily. I looked down at my top, knowing her eyes would follow mine and land on my cleavage, "Hmmm. No name tag here, and I would have definitely remembered if I had met you before." I let my eyes linger noticeably up and down her body, in the kind of way that makes someone blush - not because you don't know what they're thinking, but because you know exactly what they're thinking... "How'd you know my name?" 

She leaned toward me, her cheeks a slight tinge of adorable pink underneath the mocha colored skin and masked behind a smirk. Her shoulder playfully nudged against me, as she shrugged off my look and landed the first touch at the same time, "I have my ways Arie." 

If shoulders could become flushed, mine would be after having felt her skin against mine. I searched the possibilities, wondering if she had approached Gina or Kat while I had been in the bathroom... or maybe asked one of the bartenders who know my friends and I as regulars. That could wait though, for now, I was captivated by soft deep brown eyes that were focused on me - lucky me. 

Lifting up the shot glass, I clinked it with hers, "For you and your ways", I grinned and we both knocked back the shots. "Though, I think it's time for me to use one of my ways to find out your name..." She laughed and waved her hand at my challenge, "Alright, show me what you've got!"

Her laugh was just as entrancing as every other part of her. I tried to maintain a serious face though, when I tilted my head so that my lips were a few breaths away from her ear. Part of me wanted to change the mood and whisper something else in her ear as she quieted down, whispered that she was fucking beautiful, or that I had touched myself while thinking about her within the same hour as catching sight of her. Instead, I went with my original plan to try and hear some of that bubbly laughter, "My way of finding out your name is something you'd never guess, and it always works... First, I begin by asking..." My voice dropped down another level, "What's your name?" 

For a moment, she stayed quiet, and then I was rewarded with a burst of laughter at my silliness, "That doesn't even count as your way, anybody could have done that!"

I just stayed on with the act, trying to fight down the smile, which was impossible around her, "Well, what is it?" 

She shook her head and grinned, "Maybe because you're cute, but I guess I'll let you get away with a cop out... this time. My name is Nisha." 

"Nisha", I repeated under my breath, trying out the name. She smirked, "Rolls right off your tongue". 

This cheeky woman was trying to get a rise out of me, little did she know she had me all the way up the ceiling without even lifting up a finger. I just shook my head and laughed throatily, "Well, I mean, sure I could use more practice saying it. I'll start practicing now - Nisha, would you like to dance?" My hand found her way to her arm, lightly resting there. 

A coy expression filled her face, as her fingertips found my hand and curled around mine, "Only if you're dancing with me." The tingle that ran from my fingers spreading throughout my body, almost made me shiver, just with that one touch. I could already tell that this woman was special, she was going to leave a mark on me for sure...preferably a few...preferably everywhere. 

I let my face form a wicked grin as I got up from the bar stool, my fingers tugging her curled fingers lightly, "Wouldn't have it any other way. Unless you were dancing for me." 

Nisha slipped one leg off the barstool, her legs long enough to reach the ground, and locked eyes with me, "Oh you're bad, Arie..." my name rolled off of her tongue in a smooth low voice; I noticed that her eyes had darkened. "I can already tell you're going to be trouble..." She slipped her other leg off of the bar stool, holding the hem of her dress from riding up and revealing more of her delicious mocha skin, and I glanced back up at her face to find a smirk playing there. She had seen how I was looking at her, and liked it.

I couldn't stop the goose bumps, from her words, her voice, her body... the small touches. Grasping Nisha's hand fully, I led us to the dance floor, not responding to her words yet, except for the bite on my lip. Turning around to sink back into those eyes for a moment before our cheeks pressed together, hand placed on her hip, I leaned up and let my lips brush over her lobe, solely for the purpose of her hearing me of course, "Takes trouble to know trouble". 

Her eyes glimmered beneath the flashing lights of the dance floor and her cheek rubbed against mine as she tilted down as well, "Trouble has its ways", she grinned softly into my ear. 

I shook my head and smiled, I had a feeling she had a lot of ways and a lot of layers. The more I was getting to know her, the more I wanted to know. But now wasn't exactly the time for verbally talking. And with that, my hands looped around her neck, her own hands on my waist - and we started to pay attention the music that everyone else was dancing to. It was one of those rhythms where the beat is strong and seductive, moving you to roll your hips with every beat. The both of us had just enough alcohol to loosen our inhibitions to not worry about how you dance with someone new - about if it's too much or too little... We danced how we wanted to with each other, how we craved to.

Our hips rolled into each other, our cheeks no longer pressed against each other as I looked up into her eyes and she looked down into mine. My earlier bathroom visit felt like a dream compared to the urgency that was building up again. Her thigh had nudged its way between my legs before I could know it. I felt the heat of her body and energy radiating underneath her skin as we moved together. It was enough to make a girl go crazy. Fuck it, it did make me go crazy. Our hands roamed over each other and her hands found their way to my ass. She gripped it and pulled me to her. One of my hands was still hanging around her neck and the other was exploring all of the curves I could reach, some though not an option as we were pressed too close for anything but our clothes to be between us. 

It's always the anticipation. The anticipation of the next move, the next touch, the way it hurts so good. Our cheeks were flamed and it wasn't from the alcohol. Nisha's eyes bore into mine, and our lips were just a breath apart from each other. I could hear and feel her shallow breath against mine. 

We were close enough to hear each other despite the loud music. She murmured out, her voice raspy, "Do you know...?" She wanted me to ask what she meant, she purposefully was making me ask for it. 

"Do I know what Nisha?" My voice was thick with arousal in response to hers, as I decided to indulge her. I felt her thigh push more firmly against me, and I pressed myself against her. The song was faster now, which made us writhe faster on the dance floor. 

Our lips were now a hair's width apart, so close they were almost touching but the tiniest bit so that they weren't. Her eyes were dark and wicked when she answered my question, "How much I want..." Nisha had paused to make me wait, but I turned the tables on her. My hands found hers on my ass and moved them to my hips. I turned around to press my ass into her, the whole of my backside pressing into her. I could feel her stiff nipples underneath the material of her dress, pressing into the skin that my halter top didn't cover. 

Possibly because my ass was pressed against her upper thighs, Nisha's next words came out strangled, as she lost her train of thought, "You are really, really bad." My head was a swirling fog of lust as I felt her body against mine and the way her voice sounded. The way I had made her voice sound. Her hand found my hands and pulled them back, squeezing them softly, as she nudged my head slightly down with her lips. I felt her curly hair tickle my bare shoulders, as she traced a pathway with her tongue over the nape of my neck. A moan escaped my lips before I could help it. Though, the music was too loud for her to hear it, she could feel my body exhale it. And then Nisha purred into my ear, nipping it softly, "You know, it's rude to interrupt someone when they are trying to say something." 

I grinned despite my ragged breathing and the fact that her ministrations and words made me wetter than I had been in the bathroom touching myself. I tipped my head back and mouthed a " Sorry", also an excuse to look at her enchanting eyes. The fact that this specific woman was pressed up against me, licking and biting some of my most sensitive spots, making my body feel things that it hadn't for months, was overwhelming. I couldn't stand it anymore, and I don't think Nisha could either from the way I felt her body tensed up and pressing into mine. Curling her arm around my waist, she wrapped a tight tender hug, her chin on my shoulder. It felt oddly sweet and safe despite the fact that we had only met this night. Screw stranger danger. With that, she stepped away and grabbed my hand, leading me off the dance floor, away from the flashing lights and to a darker side of the room. 

I pressed her back against the wall as my body settled between her long smooth legs perfectly. Nisha's body felt as hot as my own; I could feel us slipping against each other as I rested between her strong thick legs. One of my hands was clasped to her hand, the other was cupping her cheek as I pressed my first kisses onto her soft skin. She smelt wonderful - her perfume, her arousal, and the shots we had taken. My nose traced over her cheek as I pressed those kisses along the edge of her jaw. 

Her head was tilted back, eyes closed, a smile on her face as I just kissed over her cheeks again and again. Nisha looked so beautiful, long lashes, her curly hair thick and beautiful - breasts pressed up against me - just as full as I had imagined. Without realizing it, I had stopped kissing her skin because I was too busy looking. She opened her eyes, looking into my green ones, her fingers threading through my hair. 

I could feel her breath against my skin as she murmured out, "I didn't want to share our first kiss in front of everyone... You should know, I can be kind of selfish sometimes." I couldn't help but grin, Nisha's cheeks were tinged pink with her admission, her voice rising with cute embarrassment, "I mean I just thought that -" 

And once again, I was rude, and interrupted a woman who I couldn't take my mind off of since the first moment I saw her. When our lips met, it was off center and a little rough since she was mid sentence. In an instant, it turned into something softer, a liquid heat that ran through the course of my body. Her hand tangled in my hair, tugged me closer. I hooked an arm around her neck, going up on my toes to press my whole body into this kiss that lit a bonfire throughout my whole body. Liquid heat with the kisses, and liquid heat between my legs. 

On the other hand, I wasn't alone. I was swallowing Nisha's moans and could feel her slick thighs. her dress was hiked up because I was pressing between her legs with my body. And of course, the friction of our bodies didn't help. It was a messy deep kiss that makes whatever you're wearing disheveled, smears your lipstick, and makes you damp everywhere (extremely wet in one exact place). Her other hand which had been clasped in mine, moved back to my ass as she squeezed me firmly against her. The kiss turned into something more urgent and ravenous. Nisha's teeth bit and nibbled my lips, making me whimper and glad that she was pressing me to her because I wasn't just weak in the knees but all over. 

Between the breaths for air, Nisha let out a ragged moan, "Actually, you can interrupt me if this is what happens after." 

Her words made me choke out a laugh even during our intense body contact. This woman, she's more than what meets the eye (which is a damn lot). My head had tilted in a shake of amusement, which had me making eye contact with other captivating things: her cleavage.

I had to get my hands on those full mounds that I had been staring at throughout the night. I made enough space between us so that I could cup them, squeeze them. It elicited a shiver from her and a sharp want for me. I wanted my mouth on them but this wasn't the place for that. Making out at a club is something that I can do shamelessly but I didn't want to share her cleavage with anyone else. My lips parted as I pressed my thumb over her dress where her nipple was. I pushed it back and forth entranced, when her tongue found an opportunity to slip into my mouth. Nisha started licking and exploring my mouth.

Our hips were rocking against each other as I writhed between her thighs. I wanted to get as close to her as possible. Her hands found mine and she clasped mine, pushing them behind my back as she pressed her body back to mine. So there we were, the two of us, rubbing up against each other without even our hands holding us to each other. My thighs were slightly sticky and my panties were completely soaked. Better yet, I could feel her juices near the top of her inner thighs - that's how wide spread her legs were. 

And then I broke the kiss, the pulsing heat between my legs, how wet I was, how wet she made me told me that I needed to ask her to come home with me tonight. I know I've had a few one night stands since the breakup, but this one was different. It was going to be more than just a hookup. She was special. 

Both of us were panting and looking at each other, cheeks flushed, mine probably even redder because of my light skin. I had to clear my voice even before talking, and still it came out raspy from the effects of making out with her, "Nisha... we could keep at this for hours in here," my fingers threaded through hers, "or we could go back to my place and enjoy a wonderfully comfortable bed and actually be alone together." 

I knew, I just knew that Nisha wouldn't be able to say no, so far we had been on the same wavelength about everything. I was completely confident... and I guess that was a mistake, because the expression on her face was unreadable and her words were rushed. And her hands let go of mine. 

I got incredibly nervous and wanted to give her some space, which made her stand up straighter. Her eyes looked away from mine, "I'm sorry... I don't think I can do this. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to lead you on but I just can't be another one night stand for you Arie. And there's things I should have told you..." She stepped away from me, and before I knew it, she walked away. 

Nisha was agile and fast. As I started to call out her name, she slipped between the gaps of people after I had only taken a few steps. I was in shock. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. The chances of finding her would be slim to none considering she would probably be on the other side of the dance floor by now. But that doesn't mean I wasn't going to try. How had this gotten out of hand so fast? One minute we were hot and heavy.. the next few minutes later, I was alone and confused, without any means of contacting her. 

I made my way back towards the other side, where the bar was as well, rejoining Gina who had just come off of the dance floor with Kat and the rest of our friends. Gina, like I said, had great powers of observation. 

"Arie! Is everything okay...? I know you and that girl were getting along pretty well, but I just saw her practically running out with a few of her friends, what's going on?" G's face was concerned and her arm slipped around my shoulders. 

"Wait... you don't know her name? She didn't come ask you mine? And G... I have no idea what happened... One minute it was great, the next when I had asked her to come home with me - she bolted. She said she should have told me some things, not to mention I don't have any idea of how she knew my name." I was shocked, confused, not heartbroken (I mean, I only just met this girl) but definitely hurt. I continued, "She could have just said no, I don't understand why she bolted... I don't even have her number."

Kat piped in, "Maybe she was scared? I mean a few people know that you've been hooking up lately Arie, maybe she's not that type." 

I shook my head, "But I've never seen her around here before." 

Gina, my best friend, gave me a tight hug around the waist and just shook her head as well, "I don't know. Maybe one of the bartenders told her... But, I guess we won't know since you didn't get her number. Maybe we'll see her around here again. Anyway for now, there's nothing you can do about it, except to say that you didn't do anything wrong, there are just too many uncertainties about the situation." 

Sighing, I hung my head in defeat. She was right. Just like that saying, change the things you can and accept the things you can't or blah blah blah. Go home in a state of arousal, eat some cookies and ice cream to cool off, and take care of things for yourself. Which is just what I ended up doing. 




You Enchant Me Ch. 02



***

Fast forward two weeks later, including a couple of other club visits in which I did not see her or her friends. To top it off, the bartenders didn't give her my name, and none of them really knew the group too well considering they were pretty new to this club. Great. I hadn't been able to stop thinking about her the past couple weeks and deflected every time I was hit on in the club. This included her permeating every one of my orgasm sessions. Neither porn nor erotica could get her out of my head. But it was more than just sexual, I was thinking about how if she HAD spent the night at my place, what would have happened after. Or rather, what I wanted to have happened. Possibly a few dates, a lot of kissing... I was getting a little obsessed. 

To add the cherry on top, my few weeks off from my school had just ended. I never mentioned, but I'm a graduate student at the local university, studying sociology. I had just finished my first year there straight after my undergraduate degree, and was now trying to get a head start on things by continuing to be a Teaching Assistant (TA) over the summer quarter. TAs have separate classes with the students in addition to the classes with the professors to cover and clear up what we couldn't during the professor's lecture. Specifically, I would be a TA for an upper division race and ethnicity class that my professor/mentor would be teaching. This particular professor and I related over subject interest (obviously) and the fact that she was also a lesbian. Those two things don't automatically equal attraction, I mean she was attractive, but not someone I wanted to be with... though that didn't stop her subtle advances (nor did it stop my subtle rejections). 

So classes were now back in session and I was a tad bit late to my first class, while all of the students had arrived early. Oops. Though I had a good excuse, I had been talking with this same professor on whether I could let them slack off for the first meeting or if I actually had to get down to business. 

Walking in, there were about thirty students, though I just let my eyes glance over quickly. And that's when I saw her. She was already looking at me, those same brown eyes that were enchanting, apologetic, and scared - all in one look. My heart skipped a beat out of surprise and of course seeing her again. She was as gorgeous as ever, though wearing nothing like what she had at the club. 

Once again though, Nisha had managed to floor me. I tripped over an introduction with a few cheesy jokes to try and make summer courses not seem as terrible, though the students were pretty much unresponsive. Throughout that time, Nisha remained focused on me, and I knew that we had a talk coming after class. My mind was preoccupied - is that how she knew my name? Is this what she wanted to tell me? I was simultaneously nervous and excited at the same time. I had told myself just to let go of her, yet here she was again. 

I tried to hide my feelings but my eyes couldn't help but be trained back to hers, and she watched me back, looking nervous. That nervousness played on my heart strings, but I tried to be impassive about it. After going through the roll call and an introduction of the syllabus I ended class. I don't think I should be blamed... considering I was a bit preoccupied, with the fact that the woman I had been thinking about the past couple of weeks, was right in front of me, in my class. Did she knowingly pick my class? She couldn't have, I had decided to switch section times last minute... 

The students filtered out and I sat at my desk, packing up some papers - my eyes still on her entrancing brown eyes. She just sat there watching me, waiting for everybody to leave. At least she wasn't bolting this time.



You Enchant Me Ch. 03



Hello! This is the third installment, and if you're just seeing this I recommend reading the two parts before this, for a context that makes sense. I loved hearing everyone's feedback and comments, and can't wait to read the future ones. Thank you a thousand times over for my editors Alicia and Azure_skies for toning this up. Enjoy! 

*****

Everyone trailed out of the classroom, and with that brought a rising tension into the room. I felt like Nisha expected me to say something, but I just stood there clearing up the materials. 

I wasn't going to say anything of consequence though, considering that I wanted her to talk about it first. Yes, I know that it's petty! I just wanted to hear what she had to say first. 

"This was the last class scheduled here, no one else should be coming in," I called out to her. My voice came out a little bit squeaky, considering I was nervous. It seemed to me like it echoed throughout the classroom, but I kept a mask of calm. 

Nisha got up from her seat and walked up to the front of the classroom, while I took a seat at the main desk. I couldn't help but admire the way she walked, as upset as I was feeling. 

It was feline, graceful, and spoke a different story than her running away from me at the club. When I say it like that, it sounds like some Cinderella bull shit. 

My chair was turned to the side and she took a seat on the ground, leaning against the drawers of the desk. Her long legs were crossed, elbows on her knees. I tried not to look at how good she looked in shorts. Her legs were smooth and a beautiful mocha that I could imagine how smooth they would be to lick and kiss over. 

Damn it, I wasn't supposed to be thinking about this. How could someone be so frustrating and still make me want them at the same time? 

Nisha looked up at me with penetrating eyes. Mind you, contrasting completely, it was pretty different from in the club where I had always been looking up at her. 

It was difficult to keep staring back at her, knowing that the last time we had looked into each other's eyes was when we were wet and wanting. Not to say I still wasn't aching for her, but this was a different kind of an ache; an "achy breaky heart"- and I didn't even know her! 

"Arie..." Just like before, my name came out easily from her lips; however, this time it was weaker. I didn't change the expression on my face though. Sometimes, I can be the master of self-control - at least only so that others don't know what's going on inside of me. "I fucked up ..."

This time I let my eyes meet hers as I couldn't help a tremble from inserting itself in my voice, nor could I help the words that came tumbling out of my mouth.

"Okay so... in what WAY? Because it seems to ME that you know more about the situation than I do." My words tripped over each other, "Not that you owe me anything... I'm just a girl that you messed around with."

"Arie," Nisha said again, softly, her brown eyes glistening, and not in that happy way. "Please, just listen to what I have to say and then you can tell me to fuck off -but please, just listen to me first" her voice was low. 

Taking a deep breath, I tipped my head back and I closed my eyes, "Okay, talk." 

It was one of those moments when you could feel someone looking at you, but I kept my eyes closed. I couldn't look at her right now if I wanted to be strong. How did a girl I've only known for a few hours affect me so much? 

Why was I so angry with her? It felt like we had shared more than just a rising body temperature at that club. It felt like there was something unspoken with us...whatever it was, was making me act like a drama queen. Okay, a big freaking baby.

Just as she was about to talk, I opened my eyes, sat up straight and looked right at her, "I know that you don't owe me anything and that I'm acting like a big baby. It's not like we even know each other really. I just felt like it was different. But I KNOW that you don't owe me anything." There! I could be mature about this. Her next words surprised me, or rather shed positivity when I needed to expect the worst for my own welfare.

"It was different Arie. I promise," her voice was more determined now, but she couldn't hold my gaze. Her hands were in her lap, and she was clasping them together, index fingers making a triangle, Nisha cleared her throat, "The first time you met me at the club wasn't the first time I've seen you. You probably didn't recognize me because I was in a crowd of students... in class. I've seen you time and time again for these classes that you've been one of the TA's for... But I've never picked any of your classes. I didn't know that you would be the TA for this one," she stalled now, her brown eyes met my green ones and she gazed intently into mine. Her hand was up in her hair, nervously curling one of her thick locks around her finger. Even her damn nervousness was cute. 

I was completely speechless at the thought that she had known me before I had known her. A little silly too, considering that I had been so convinced that I had never met her before. Though, I hadn't met her per se. 

I cleared my throat, "So that's how you knew my name- what else did you know about me?" 

Nisha was blushing now; I had seen this look before, though under completely different circumstances. 

Flashes of her flushed cheeks, the strobe lights of the club on her skin, how I could see her upper thighs by the way her dress was pushed up by my body in between her legs threatened to make itself the main focus, but I pushed it back down.

However, part of the distraction from that was how adorable she was in her nervousness. While before, she had been this tall seductive woman, she was now showing a reachable, touchable side.

I grabbed her hand and tipped my head down, ignoring the tingle that ran through my body at the touch of her smooth skin, "Nisha, I get why you were scared at the club or even why you felt uncomfortable knowing that you knew me and that I didn't know you, I just want to know why you didn't tell me at first and what else you know about me. I just want to even the playing grounds." 

She gave a sheepish smile and bit her lip, "So we're still gonna play?" Her brown eyes sparkled at me, and I couldn't help but let a smile slip between our serious conversation. 

"That's all you got out of that? No wonder you haven't taken any of my sections before. You wouldn't have been able to keep up with me!" I was grinning widely now, and she let out a giggle, and then smirked.

"Well, I mean I think I proved I could keep up with you pretty well..." this time it was my turn to blush.

I murmured out, "I plead the fifth on that one."

I then slipped off my chair and went to sit on the ground right in front of her, crossing my legs. I squeezed Nisha's hand and held it in my lap, admiring her strong hands for only a moment, and totally did not think about how they had felt when they had squeezed my ass at the club, "Okay, so answer my questions, since we are literally on an even ground," I said smiling encouragingly. 

"Okay, okay," she scooted closer to me so that both of our knees were touching, as we sat on the ground behind the desk, "I didn't want to tell you about this situation, because I thought you would treat me differently knowing that I was a student. Though, you should know that I'm officially graduating after these summer classes end. I wanted to just be with you, without that influencing us. And, like I said, I can be selfish, so I didn't want you to turn me down on that basis." She traced her thumb over my hand and then brought it into her lap, making small circles on my wrist with her nails. 

Nisha continued on, "The things that I know about have been through what I've seen at your guest lectures and what I've asked a couple of my friends who have taken your classes before. I know that you always make cheesy jokes in class. That you're a hard grader but you offer more help than any other TA. I know that the students who have had you always try to get you again. I know that the professors like you too. I know that you're intelligent, witty, fair, and kind. But I guess I could also say I know things like how in class you wear your hair in a messy bun...that you chew on the end of your pens, and that you always write a lot of notes. I know that five minutes before lecture ends, you're just as antsy as us. Every new detail just makes me want to find out more and more," and then, she scooted closer to me, angling herself so that her legs were spread on either side of me and so that her lips were close enough to kiss. 

I won't even try to pretend like it didn't happen. My cheeks flushed and I felt my body tingle with self-awareness. The fact that someone had cared enough to watch me like that, who had been drawn in by little things about me, is probably one of the most priceless things in the world. I couldn't believe that someone could be so entranced by me.

Nisha's eyes darkened as she looked at my eyes, and then down towards my lips. "I also know things from that night. Like the fact that you touched yourself before you came to talk to me," she was short of breath as she said this. I licked my lips subconsciously, lulled by her words and her voice which had dropped an octave. 

She threaded her fingers through mine, and then dropped a kiss on my shoulder. I was still speechless and slightly embarrassed about her knowing that, and I think she could tell. 

My voice was low and rough when I spoke out, "How'd you know?" 

She grinned wickedly, "Well, for one, it wasn't just perfume I smelled on you, not when your fingers were on my face." My cheeks were even more red - it felt like the room had risen with our own temperatures. 

Those big brown eyes were hypnotic as she watched me. Her voice was smooth as honey, "Now you owe me a little. Why'd you touch yourself at the club Arie?" Her hand rubbed small circles on my side as I bit my lip, my eyes going back and forth between her lips and her eyes. 

I had to clear my throat before saying a word, but I was committed to not showing how self-conscious she was making me.

Leaning in closer, I brushed a small kiss to her jaw line, and grinned wickedly, "Wouldn't you have wanted to, if just one look at a particular woman, made you as wet as it made me?" 

Nisha dropped her head and shook it, I could see her biting her lip as well, "You really don't play fair," she stage whispered; I could see a smile dancing on her lips. 

"Mm, so we're back to playing?" I raised an eyebrow suggestively, a look of amusement on my face as my fingers found her chin to look at her beautiful eyes. I brought my face closer and pressed my cheek against hers, feeling her body's temperature just as hot as my own. 

"If you still want to, I still want to," she murmured out, her deep brown eyes once again looking intently at my own. "Unless you're already satisfied from playing with yourself," her lips curled into another smirk, and she leaned in and planted a hot kiss on my neck before leaning back and watching me. That sexy minx. I can't say sexy little minx, since she's a lot taller than me - but that sexy minx. 

My eyes drifted down over her body, her shorts were riding up her thighs, and I couldn't help but wish that they weren't there at all so that I could see her delicious mocha skin (and more). I licked my lips and shrugged, "I'm definitely satisfied with that, but I'm not yet satisfied with how much of you that I've had." 

Nisha's eyes glittered and I could see that she was turned on with the way that her chest rose and fell through her shirt. I couldn't stop myself from checking out her breasts. I knew that she knew, because she pushed her chest forward when my eyes were noticeably drawn there. 

Her voice betrayed that she was short of breath, "That so?" 

I uncrossed my legs and moved so that they were tucked to the side of her legs. Putting one hand behind her back, I still held the other to me. Moving forward, I nudged her hair aside with my head, breathing in her perfume and scent. I planted a warm kiss over her long smooth neck, and then another and another. Whispering softly against her skin, "Uh huh." 

In a sudden decided motion, Nisha moved her hands and cupped my cheeks, holding my face still. 

She pressed forward and kissed me deeply, lips pressing against lips. They were so soft, so warm, and perfect. That same liquid heat that I was feeling from her, and then all throughout my body, permeated everything. Her hand let go of my cheek and she wrapped an arm around my waist, tugging me to her. 

Nisha brought me between her legs, letting them wrap around me as we sat on the floor. 

Her mouth was minty, her body was hot, and she felt amazingly good wrapped around me. I had missed her even though I had only spent that time with her at the club. Nisha's kiss melted everything around us as her tongue flicked into my mouth. It was like she was trying to tell me what she had told me today in other ways. Instead of just saying it, she also wanted to make me feel it. 

I let her tongue in my mouth, I was getting so wet from the way she had just surprised me like that. Pressing my body into hers, my arm wrapped around her neck, and I pressed my fingernails into her skin, gripping her, wanting her to stay with me. 

She kept tugging me into her body and I was rubbing and wriggling closer into her. Nisha's tongue explored my mouth, and I let my tongue slide against hers, letting them meet again. 

Out of Nisha's mouth, came soft little sighs and moans with each different position. I took all of them in, and let out a few of my own. I wanted her - no, I needed her. 

Suddenly, from a distance, I heard a door slam. We broke apart suddenly and breathlessly. I had to blink a few times; we were both disheveled with swollen pinkish lips. I bet my hair was all over the place and some of my make-up was smudged. I could feel my panties wet underneath the jeans covering it. 

Nisha was a decidedly delightful, sexy hot mess. Her thick curly hair was pushed back, and there was a slight sheen of sweat over her collarbone. She was watching me and grinning. 

And then we heard a rolling cart and a jangle of keys. I laughed out in disbelief, "No new class, but the janitor." We both laughed out of the silliness of the situation. I slipped a bit away with some disappointment, and moved onto my knees. I used one of my hands to rest on her thighs as I pushed myself up to stand. Lowering my hand, I helped Nisha up as we got ready to leave the classroom. 

She smiled and shrugged, "Well, I mean, it probably wouldn't have been the smartest thing for us to have continued on in this classroom considering this was just the first class, and you're my TA now."

"That is very, very true", I conceded. I mean I had thought about it, while she had been telling me her side. I'm her TA now, and she's a student, but, we're both adults and capable of making the right decisions about these sorts of things and I knew I couldn't just leave it alone. 

As we gathered up our things, I knew I had to address the issue at hand, and I had to do it in a way that showed I had actually put some thought into it, "I know that these aren't the best of circumstances... considering that I'm your TA, but you said you only have this summer session left before finishing. I try to be as unbiased as possible, like not reading whose names it is when I grade papers or outwardly playing favorites in class. I know that this isn't the most ethical thing in the world, but I think we can be adults about this, and if we're going to do this... see each other, and still be in the classroom, I need to know that you're comfortable with the situation." 

"Arie," Nisha grabbed my hand after I had just rushed through that speech. Her face had this amused bright look on it. "I think it's safe to say that I'm okay with you being the TA and me being the student, considering I knew the situation at that club."  

I laughed and squeezed her hand before letting it go. We walked out of the classroom to avoid the janitor when we were both still off kilter. We headed towards the school's parking lot together, small little sparks flickering between us with every hand bump and glance. 

We didn't really talk much, because walking without forgetting the destination was pretty much the only task that we could handle. Well, I can't speak for Nisha, but it was the only task that I could handle at the time. 

When we got to her car, she leaned back against it and watched me with piercing eyes. I smiled at her, wanting to step forward between her legs, press her up to the car, and kiss her, just as we had kissed at the club. She looked so goddamn sweet and seductive that I didn't know what to do with myself. 

But, I didn't want anybody to see us in that moment, so instead I let my eyes wander. 

I smiled as my eyes lingered up and down, from those long legs, strong thighs, those breasts hidden under her shirt, over her long neck that I wanted to kiss, and onto those lips that I had been kissing. She looked perfectly sun soaked with her mocha skin and her messy, curly, fuck me kind of hair. 

"So give me your number then, Nisha," I grinned and eyed her. 

A coy expression filled her face, "Always ask for the girl's number after you've kissed her?" 

I laughed, "Uh huh, and then I kiss her again after she gives it to me."

Nisha scratched her neck and craned it upwards, imitating The Godfather, "You're makin' me an offer I can't refuse."

I couldn't help but let out another round of laughter at her imitation. This woman, she was too much. No, she was the type that just made you want more and more. 

Taking another step forward, after noticing that most cars were gone from the parking lot, I placed one hand on the car behind her and pressed her against the car, "Alright, alright Don Vito, give me your number already!" 

She bit her lip for a second- and I think I'm getting good at reading this now but I had an inkling that she wanted to kiss me.

Okay, you're right, I really wanted to fucking kiss her. I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers slowly and sweetly. Her lips parted and she let out a small whimper when I leaned away. Flashing a grin at her as she looked a little dazed and confused, "Arie..."

I was still pressing close to her, a wide smile on my face..."Don't you need to have your phone out to get my number?" Nisha burst out giggling and my face flushed red almost immediately, which on my coloring is instantly seeable- this minx.

I fumbled and took my phone out of my bag, I could feel my face still pretty red and I was laughing despite it all, "You win this time Don Vito." At this rate, both of our cheeks were going to hurt from smiling so much.

We exchanged numbers then and there, along with a lot of kisses, and a lot of smiles. Okay, we weren't as discreet as we should have been, but no one was around so it was pretty safe. And despite me asking her to come home with me, she refused a second time! And that was the end of that.

Alright, it wasn't the end of that and Nisha reminded me that it was a school night and that she had an early class tomorrow. In retrospect, I guess it was a good point. Just maybe. 

So we said our goodbyes, and now I had a number and the promise that she wouldn't run away like that again. 

****

I went home that evening and tried to do things around my apartment - honestly tried to. I ended up calling Gina to tell her what had happened after dinner. 

An abbreviated version of the conversation was me telling her what happened, a lot of "oh my God no!" and then a lot of "oh my God YES"- in only the way that your closest friends can explain without it getting annoying and truly meaning it. Gina was shocked but delighted by the story, and I couldn't wipe the grin off my face worth a damn.




You Enchant Me Ch. 03



Today, which was supposed to be a normal, average day had turned into something else. I poured myself a second glass of red wine in celebration and laid across the couch in my living room. 

My music was quietly playing from the speakers and I tried to get some research done for one of my professors so that I wouldn't be totally slacking off. 

Well, at least I felt like I was trying a bit. I put my laptop on the coffee table and closed my eyes, thinking about a certain someone. The music in the background was a cover of the song "Latch" by Daniela Andrade, the original song by Disclosure had been playing in the club when I had been dancing with Nisha. 

Ever since then, I had been obsessed with it, listening to it on repeat, "I feel you close enough, I wanna liken your love baby, I think we're close enough, Could I liken your love...?"

My body was starting to relax on the couch, but other parts of me were tense; they had been tense since I had seen her. 

Laying there on the couch, in a pair of black boy shorts and a teal tank, loosened up by the red wine, my hands started to wander up and down my body.

My hands began tracing up and down my creamy thighs, over my stomach, over my breast. Light caresses that I could imagine Nisha doing to me. My nipples were starting to stiffen, and other parts of me, were starting to slowly ache. 

Not for my touch, but for her touch. My hips started to roll as I slipped my hands over my body. I imagined her watching me right now, or rather not being able just to watch me.

I could picture Nisha's dark eyes roaming over me hungrily. God, I wish she could have come home with me tonight.

My hands slipped beneath the waistband of my boy shorts, I lifted my hips up, letting them in. Her fingers were back, but in the guise of my own. They grazed lightly over my slick nether lips. My clit was throbbing, wanting to be touched, kissed, and licked. I imagined Nisha's light pink lips kissing my nether lips. Her curly auburn hair tickling my thighs, my hands tangled in her hair. My fingers swiped over my clit, I imagined a long languid lick of her tongue over my clit instead, and her eyes penetrating mine.

Letting my body guide me, my other hand came up to my breasts and started tugging and softly pinching on my nipples. My chest pressed up as I let out a throaty moan, imagining Nisha pressing her mouth there. 

I wanted her body on top of mine- I wanted to wrap my legs around her and tug her into me. Fuck I wanted her.

Should I call her? My eyes opened slightly blearily from the light. Biting my lip, I glanced at my phone, but I didn't want to call her for a booty call. Today, I told her that I wanted more than that. I haven't been this hungry or selfish for someone since my breakup, and I didn't wasn't going to ruin it.

My fingers were moving to my slit and gathering up my slick heat, that liquid heat that Nisha created. Then I would move them and cover my clit, two of my fingers rubbing back and forth on either side of it. It was a slow burning tease, and I could feel the fire building hot in my tummy, in my pussy, spreading throughout my body. 

And then, my phone started vibrating on the coffee table. 

"Fuck," I moaned out in frustration. I grabbed my phone and checked the caller ID. It was Nisha. I coughed out and cleared my throat, trying to erase any signs of what I had been up to, my other hand wiping my juices on the hem of my tank top. 

On the last ring, I picked up just in time, "Hello?" 

It was like I could feel her grinning against my cheek, "Don't you have my number?" 

I laughed out, "Yes I do, why?"

Her voice was playful, "Well then why'd you say hello like you didn't know who it was?" 

Hopefully my guilty expression didn't steep into my voice, "Well... that's just how I answer the phone!"

In the meantime, it was like my hand had a mind of its own. Without paying much attention, it had slid into its original spot, and was slowly rubbing up and down my slit, as I tried to keep any trembles or uneven breathing out of my voice. 

Nisha laughed brightly, "Another thing I'll file away about you! Are you walking right now?" 

I was so glad she couldn't see the blush on my face right now, talking about uneven playing grounds, that definitely would have been another. Pushing my hair to the side and away from my neck I tilted my head back. 

"Nope, just in my apartment, trying to get work done unsuccessfully, because I can't stop thinking about a certain someone, and also because procrastination is too easily within reach," I replied a little too fast. 

I swear I could hear the blush from her side. She quieted for a moment and then let out a soft breath over the phone, "I can't stop thinking about a certain someone either - then again, I've thought about them for a long time." 

I bit my lip. I wanted her to know, to know what I was doing while thinking about her, "Nisha?" 

Her voice was huskier when she answered; it had dropped into a whisper, "Yeah?" 

"Want to know how I'm procrastinating?" I murmured into the phone, my eyes closed, picturing her reaction to my words. My body was tingling all throughout. 

Nisha took a deep breath in and exhaled, "Tell me." 

I whispered quietly, "I'm touching myself", at that moment, I let out a gasp. I had just pressed two of my fingers into me. My walls were clenching those fingers, thinking about Nisha's long fingers inside of me, "thinking about a certain someone." 

Nisha let out a groan, but didn't say anything, I didn't really give her much of a chance to, "My fingers...they're inside of me..." Between each pause of my words, I let out soft little sighs and moans. On her end, I heard deep breathing, and a rustle of something sounding like clothes coming off.

My voice was low and smooth, I was turning myself on even more, while telling the woman that I was aching for that I was touching myself because of her... for her. 

"Do you like knowing that, Nisha? That someone is so turned on by you that she can't help herself, touching herself for you again?" I purred into the phone. 

I could hear Nisha suck in a breath; the image of her long fingers trailing over her breasts and body was almost too much and certainly not enough. 

Looking down at my body, my chest was arched up, my fingers were slowly moving within me and my nipples were puffy. 

Nisha's next word came out as a growl, "I fucking love it, Arie." I tangibly shivered at her words, getting goose bumps at her announcement. My fingers felt as if they were hers, and my legs spread further apart for her. 

My breathing was short, and the sounds of my fingers against my wetness and heat were audible, even through the phone, Nisha's honeyed hypnotic voice spoke into my ear again, "But more than anything, I wish I was there with you, I'm jealous of those fingers of yours; getting to touch you all the time, getting to pleasure you. I'm selfish Arie; I want my chance with you. I want my fingers in you... I want to taste you." 

Nisha was painting a picture in my mind that burned through my eyes. I could see her in my head, getting so turned on that if she had been watching me, she wouldn't have been able to control herself with me. 

I let out a whimper at her words and my body arched up, fingers starting to move faster in response to her voice, in response to her words, "Oh fuck." 

My eyes were squeezed shut and I was tense on the couch, my fingers were now on my clit, rubbing it furiously as my breathing grew faster. Then, she spoke again, "Would you like that baby? Would you want that?" 

The way she was making me affirm how much I wanted her, in combination with the endearment melted me- I bit my lip and was unable to hold in my breathy moan, "I NEED that. I need you." 

"Show me, let me hear what you want from me", Nisha purred into the phone, her voice playing smoothly into my ears, as I got closer and closer. I was a mess, my tank top had been pushed up now over my breasts, my skin tinged pink from the flush of being so turned on, some spots a little extra red where I had cupped my own body. 

My hips were pumping up into my hand and I was fucking myself for Nisha. This time she could hear it, how much I wanted her. How much I had needed her. 

Once again her hand became my hand, and her fingers were stroking powerfully into me: deep in, deep out, so much so that it was almost teasing. And then, they would come back in the way that made my fingers search for something to grip onto and dig my nails into at the sheer desire of it all. 

I could practically see her on the couch with me, fingers deep within my wet aching pussy, my legs on either side of her. My nails would be scratching at her back, and I would feel her breasts pressing into me with every thrust of her body. 

I came crying out her name into the phone, with a slew of swears and moans pouring from my mouth. Panting into my phone, Nisha whispered into the phone, a series of soft seductive words. Telling me, how beautiful, how sexy, how fucking turned on I had made her. I had sunk back into the couch and was listening to her paint that picture. 

More than anything else, I wanted her to be there with me right then and there. I could imagine us doing this, lying on the couch after one of us had an orgasm, stroking and pressing together. 

I could see us lazily touching each other, letting the fire turn back on slowly. Like sun soaking stone, until our body temperatures were too hot to do anything but fuck again, the perfect combination of intimacy and rough desire. 

My mind wandered, and Nisha's voice had slowly stopped as we sat in a comfortable silence. This kind of silence was rare with people you had only just met, but then again so was everything else about us so far. 

Then, a thought struck me. "Wait... this may be a little late, but why'd you call me?" I asked her, actually perplexed, my voice rising in embarrassment. 

Nisha burst out with that bubbly laughter, "You don't remember?" 

Okay now I was in shock, because I hadn't thought she had told me, and my words came out impatient, bumping into each other, "I'm sorry! I'm not usually like this- I just, well, I was distracted and-" 

Nisha stopped me midsentence with her increased laughter that swept me up into it; when she finally could breath, her tone was teasing, "Okay, okay... I'll admit, I never actually said why I was calling!"

I gasped in mock outrage, "So basically, you just lied AND interrupted me?"

She just giggled, "Well, last time you interrupted me, you kissed me after, I was trying to see if I could pull it off as well as you." Her giggle was infectious, and my cheeks were hurting from smiling. 

Nisha continued, her tone playful and steady, "But since I am obviously too far away to kiss you now, I guess I'll just have to ask you to spend Saturday evening with me and kiss you then." 

I bit my lip and laughed, "Guess I'll just have to say yes so that you can pull it off." My body was already tingling from the excitement of seeing her again, touching her, and not to mention the way my heart at tripped over itself. First I act like a big baby with her earlier, and now I'm an infatuated teenager. 

I sighed out happily and then proceeded to tease her just a bit, "So I'll see you then, and maybe catch a few glimpses of you in lecture. This time I'll be the one watching you- and you better be paying attention!" 

Nisha simply and sweetly said, "Mm, we'll see, I may be even more distracted by you than before... And now, it's off to sleep for me." 

"Sweet dreams, Nisha... see you soon," I murmured. 

"See you soon and good night Arie," she whispered back. Pretty sure I slept with a smile super glued to my face that night.



You Enchant Me Ch. 04



Hello! This is the fourth installment, and I recommend reading the previous installments to understand this chapter! This may possibly be the last chapter for a while on the couple, but I hope that you thoroughly all enjoyed it! Again, I really appreciate any feedback and constructive criticism. Really, I just love to hear what people think! As always, thanks to Alicia and Azure_skies for all the help!

*****

So there we were; on her couch, me on top of her -bodies pressed tightly into one another, on fire. My thighs were on either side of hers, straddling her as my hips pressed into her lap, one arm around her neck, the other tugging her hair. Her hands were under my shirt, grasping my breasts. We were mouth on mouth, kissing hungrily. So far, this date was going alright. Okay, it was going really fucking amazing. She was amazing. The night wasn't going exactly as planned- but somehow, that didn't matter anymore.

*****

The week before our date passed slowly and quickly all at the same time. What I mean by that is when I saw her during lecture, time seemed to speed up, but the times in between took longer than ever. Every time I saw her in lecture I was a little bit distracted to say the least. You can be sure that my notes weren't as thorough as usual. I had to force myself not check my phone, even though I knew she had texted me. The text messages ranged from the adorable cute that gave me butterflies, to something that ignited a fire within me. While we didn't text often, she made sure to text me during the class. I think part of her probably enjoyed my reactions all too much...

We had talked the next night as well after our first conversation, and we both agreed that we didn't want to be tied at the hip to our phones and be talking all the time. Better yet, we also didn't want to just get to know each other on the phone, we wanted to get to know each other in person. It was actually what I brought up. With my past relationship, it felt like technology ruled my relationship... letting the words on a bright screen get us lost in translation. 

So, we occasionally texted, and still called each other to say goodnight and only spent a few minutes on the phone. Funny enough, it wasn't awkward at all, mostly it was just the odd ends of our days. It was the funny parts that made us laugh or sympathize, depending on the situation.

That Friday was when trouble began. I walked into the professor of my class' office after having only seen her in lecture throughout the week. She had seemed more stressed out than usual in lecture as well, which is why I had half expected this to be a tougher meeting than usual. Professor Stone, like me, is a very blunt person. Sometimes this is funny but today I feel more intimidated. Her body language upon me entering was stiff and the tension in the air caused my anxiety to spike a little - considering I didn't know what was up. 

"Hello Julia," my voice squeaked out a little bit, and she didn't smile. 

"Arie, sit down please." I sat down pretty much immediately. It may seem like I was cowering but in reality, I just have a lot of respect for the woman and honestly didn't know what was going on. Not to mention, I was worried to find out what was going on.

"How's your week been, Julia?" I tried out, my voice steadying. 

"It's been better Arie. Any idea why?" At this point, I had to try to keep my face as calm and composed as possible. 

"No...I don't know." I looked at her, watching her stare at me intently back, behind the black frames of her glasses. 

"I know what you did in the parking lot with one of the students, Nisha." Her voice came out steely with a slight echo as it rebounded against the walls of the silently still room, or it may have been my imagination and shock. 

But instead, my first words weren't denying it or anything about the specific incident, my words chased each other, "How do you know Nisha?" 

She let out a derisive snort, "I tell you that I saw you, and that's the first thing you say?" 

My face was flushed with some embarrassment, here I am in a situation where my advisor is telling me that she saw me with a student, and I don't even confront the incident in general. I ask her how she knows one of her own students: smart Arie, real smart. I've got it bad, maybe a little too bad. 

"I'm sorry, Julia. I know it was unprofessional...what happened. I didn't mean for it to happen there, especially there of all places. I don't really have any excuses for what happened, except to hope that this doesn't change how you view me, or that in some way that you could understand," my eyes drifted away from hers at this moment, being so embarrassed at my behavior and my first gut reaction to what happened. 

"Arie... what you did, is extremely unprofessional, considering you're in a position of power. I know for a fact that Nisha is in this class, and since you're the TA for this, I can't allow it to go on. I'm not going to report you, as long as I have your word that this will stop immediately. You can do whatever you want when she isn't your student, but for now you're abusing a position of power." Julia's voice was stern and measured. It sounded like she had practiced this speech, basically giving me an ultimatum. 

I slumped a little in my chair, relieved by the fact that she wasn't going to report me. On the other hand, I was upset: to be told that I wouldn't be able to see someone who I felt like I could develop real feelings for... 

"Make the right decision here," Julia said softly, as she traced her manicured nail around the rim of her coffee mug, looking down for a moment and then back up at me, "It's your secure future versus an insecure relationship."

I sighed out. I didn't really have to make this decision now... She could just think that I was making the decision. As long as we could be discreet... as long as we didn't act any certain ways on campus, I think we could pull this off...

I cleared my throat, "You're right... I don't want to risk my future just for a girl. I'll stop seeing her, you don't have to worry about any indiscretion on my part."

Professor Stone smiled, assuring me I had made the right decision, and the rest of the meeting went on like usual.

*****

I didn't call Nisha right away or even that night because she was out with her friends which meant that I had to talk to her about it before our date really started. I wanted to talk to her about the situation in person anyway. Text and phone calls can detract and mess with the translation of tricky situations like this and I'd rather see her in person and tell her what had happened. I was picking her up from her apartment that evening. We were going to go out for dinner at this trendy Thai restaurant that just opened up downtown and then back to her apartment to watch a movie. It was a way of making the date something to dress up for but still casual, comfy, and intimate at the same time. 

This was the first date in months that I actually cared about so I wanted to look my best. I took a shower a couple hours ahead, shaving everything, applying lotion so I was smooth all over, and spritzing perfume. I went for a more natural makeup look except for my winged eyeliner. I opted for a high-waisted skirt, tucking in my top. It clung to my ass in the right places. My shirt was a silky long sleeve shirt that was sheer right above my chest over my collarbone. I added a leather jacket to the mix and took a look, very satisfied with what I was wearing. Of course this was all covering a pair of black boy shorts and a lacy half cup black bra. 

Upon getting there, a bottle of red wine in hand, I started to get nervous. I had to talk to her about what happened with Julia. So combined with the nervousness of that confrontation, along with the excitement of waiting to see her, I had butterflies in my stomach and also in my chest. 

I would have rung the buzzer, but she had told me the apartment number, and someone had just opened the door. I slipped in along with them, excited for the fact that she didn't know I was already there. I like surprising people, keeps them on their toes... not that she needs to be any taller. 

Grinning, I was about to knock on the door, when I heard her voice in the apartment, it was tinged with a bubbly nervousness. I'll admit it, I eavesdropped. Leaning close to the door with a smile plastered on my face, here is what I heard.

"Well I mean, she isn't here yet and I already feel like I have butterflies coming out of my fucking chest Leah! I've been looking forward to this so much this past week...well I mean, if you think about it, since the day I first saw her though I never thought it would happen! And..."

As Nisha was finishing her sentence, one of her elderly neighbors happened to be walking down the hallway, while I was so engrossed in the conversation and not paying attention to anything else. Which was a funny coincidence on my part, considering that I was so focused that when her neighbor spoke out to me, 

"Dearie! Are you waiting for Nisha? I could have sworn she was still in," my cheeks flushed red, as I mumbled out a lame response about how I was just about to ring the doorbell. The neighbor then went back to her apartment, as I heard Nisha shuffle around, ending her phone conversation abruptly after hearing what went on outside. 

By the time Nisha opened the door, I was blushing quite a bit still and sheepishly smiling, as was she, knowing that I probably heard the tail end of her conversation. But when I started getting over my embarrassment and actually looked directly at her, I stopped. 

And damn. If there's a sight that would make a girl go speechless, this would be it.

Her hair was gorgeous, that same auburn color with hints of red. Her brown eyes were accented by her makeup, and they were as warm as the color gold, and made me want to sink into them. As I looked over her, I saw the pink tinge in her cheeks increase not just from the embarrassment from before, but from the fact that I was checking her out intently. My eyes drifted down to her breasts and how they were held up by her bra and shirt covering them. She was wearing a cute dressy blazer with her sleeves rolled up, over that wonderful shirt that showed just enough to make me want to ask her pick something up so I could see further, and leather leggings that hugged her toned legs deliciously.

Fuck, she was gorgeous and sexy as hell. 

When my eyes came back to her face she was grinning widely, "Where'd you go stranger?" 

I smirked and shook my head, "Had to remember what you looked like, Don Vito". I stepped forward to her, smiling widely, "Do I get a hug?" 

She giggled, "That and some more if you're lucky", she stepped into my arms, hers around my waist and my arms over her shoulder. Her head tipped down as she nuzzled my cheek tenderly for a moment, I could hear her breathing me in and a soft whisper of how beautiful I looked. It made my heart jump in a way that it hadn't for a long time. She'd probably make it pull a muscle before tonight was over. It reminded me of that hug we shared at the club before we slipped away off the dance floor. 

I wiggled my eyebrows teasingly, "How about if I pay for dinner?"

She let out a surprised laugh and nudged me away, stepping out of my arms, "That's for me to know and you to find out". 

And then I remembered why I had been half so nervous in the first place. I had to talk to her about Professor Stone. I grasped her hand, "Is it okay if we go inside for a second just to talk about something first? Also I brought you a bottle of wine." 

She grinned, "If you think I'm going to put out before dinner, you're completely wrong. And already the talk? We haven't even gone out on our first date yet!" 

I only half smiled, being nervous about bringing up Professor Stone. Her grin faded off her face as I murmured out, "Please," squeezing her hand. 

She let me pass through and I set the bottle of wine on a table nearby the sofa. My eyes darted around, trying to get a feel for her. The apartment was tasteful; bright colors, a warm sunny feel, and lots of comfort. We walked towards the couch. Sitting down next to her, I tried to ignore the fact that this was the first time we were in a completely private setting together, especially considering how beautiful and sexy she looked. Her legs were crossed, one long toned leg over the other. I started on the hard part holding her hand in my lap.

"So... I didn't get a chance to tell you about this, but I had my weekly meeting with Julia... Professor Stone? And well, she saw us kissing in the parking lot." My voice was steady but quiet, looking over at her to see her reaction.

She was biting her lip in that nervous way, her fingers gripping mine slightly tighter, "Fuck! I'm sorry... Did you get into trouble? What did she say?" Her words tumbled out bumping into each other. 

I looked carefully at her, my words slower now, "Well no... She actually promised not to tell anyone... if I stopped seeing you that is." My eyes were locked onto her now, her eyes darting away from mine. I noticed that Nisha's body tensed and I got more worried. Maybe Nisha didn't want to see me anymore... maybe she didn't think I was worth the risk.

I scooted closer to her. Our thighs pressed together and I held her hand tighter to me. 

"Arie..." She tilted her head now, tendrils of her curly hair falling away from her face as she looked at me with worried brown eyes. "I really don't want you to get into trouble for this. I couldn't stand it if I was the reason that you lost this job... but at the same time, I feel like we have the potential for something real here. I would never ask you to compromise your position... but I just..."

"I know, I know. We really should have been more careful. But... I have a possible option, and I'm willing if you're willing," I murmured out, squeezing her hand softly, while looking at her.

"What is it?" Nisha asked me quietly back. Her eyebrows were furrowed with nervousness and worry, I wanted to smooth it all away.

"Well, we could still see each other... just not be so outright about it when we're at school. Okay, we'd have to hide completely. It's just that I don't want to stop seeing you when we've barely started." I watched her, worried that she would turn me down more than anything else.

Nisha's eyes were locked on mine now, and her body started to relax a bit more as she leaned into me, her shoulder pressed into mine, "If that's all that it takes, I'm willing to do it. I've wanted a chance with you since I first saw you, and I'm not giving it up for a stupid rule." 

Shaking my head, I curled my arm around my waist, "Something tells me that you're a bit of a rebel..." I grinned softly.

Nisha laughed, "I have a problem with authority...going to punish me?" 

I burst out laughing and narrowed my eyes, "That is a definite possibility, considering I've known you were trouble since the first time I saw you." Stroking her hand, I looked at her intently, "But seriously, if you want to stop at any time or if you're feeling uncomfortable... you can always talk to me... Or, not talk to me if you don't feel like it." 

Nisha looked down into my eyes, wiggling her eyebrow playfully, and let out a small giggle, leaning into my hand, "Maybe I'm done talking for now." 

Grinning back at her, I bit my lip, "I meant in case you just needed comforting- Not like that you minx!" I slipped my hand down Nisha's waist and tickled it playfully, my head shaking in mock reproach. 

Nisha smirked, a glint in her darkened brown eyes, "Not like what?" She squirmed underneath my fingers, letting a grin fill her face again. 

I giggled and then narrowed my eyes at her, "Not in the way you-"

And then she leaned forward and I stopped midsentence. Her eyes had caught me as well as her proximity. Her lips were a breath away, one of her hands moving and dragging her finger slowly down my cheek. I was in a trance while watching her look at me, feeling her finger draw my chin closer until she pulled my lips to hers. 

Our lips met slowly and sweetly at first, it felt so good after what felt like ages without this. My hand slipped down to press on Nisha's thigh, letting my body turn and lean into hers. 

Our hands started to roam over each other as we kissed deeply, slowly, and passionately. It was a kiss that had been interrupted when we were in the classroom, the one that wanted to continue on that couldn't. It was the way that the kiss at the club had started, that liquid heat seeping throughout my body. 

My mouth was filled with hot breath, small sighs, and then her tongue. I couldn't help but let out a ragged moan into her mouth, my hand gripping her thigh now over her leather leggings. And then, she moved her hands to my hip, pulling me onto her lap. My skirt hiked up as my legs spread apart on either side of her thighs. 

This was the first place where we kissed, where we were completely alone, and she was completely intoxicating. 

Her teeth caught onto my lip and tugged at it, nibbling and making my head swim from the sting and the heat. I was purring out at all of her ministrations. And then she started licking over to my ear. I almost lost it at that point. My hips were starting to rock into hers and I felt hers against mine. Her teeth then caught my lobe as she flicked it, sucking it, tugging it, licking along the curve of my ear and breathing out hotly into it. She murmured out, "I can't control myself with you." 

I couldn't help but let a whimper escape as my fingers raked down her back, scratching over her blazer, "Maybe I don't want you to."

Our hands roamed all over each other, and one of my hands grabbed her arm as I felt her pulling my hips into hers. I started raising it over her head, not wanting to let her take total control... I wanted to play with her too, and as it slid down to her wrist I felt her watch. 

Her watch...

The time...

I groaned out, biting my lip..."Nisha baby..."

She didn't stop from kissing my ear and purring into it, "Tell me Arie..."

I think she was expecting something else as I leaned back, tilting myself away, breathing out raggedly, "We have our dinner reservations." 

She let out a laugh, partly out of amusement and partly out of frustration and pressed her face into my neck. My hands fell and threaded through her lush curly hair, cupping it to my neck and sighing out. My head tilted, resting on hers as I let my breathing start to calm down. Nisha nuzzled my neck and my body leaned forward, relaxing on hers as she pressed back into the couch. Just as I was about to urge us out, she started to kiss over my neck. They were soft, warm kisses that made me start to melt against her body.

I groaned again out of what she was making me feel and the frustration of having to stop her, lightly tugging on her hair, "We're going to be late if we don't leave now Nisha." 

Nisha nipped my neck lightly, making me jerk against her. And she lifted her head and smiled softly, lightly biting her lip. Her fingers moved to my cheek and traced down it and as I looked into her darkened brown eyes I leaned my cheek into her hand. 

She whispered softly, "You make me go a little crazy", she smiled at me. 

I laughed and looked back at her, "If it makes you feel better, the feeling is totally mutual." 

Nisha leaned in closer, her smile brighter as her fingers lazily traced over my lips, "In the spirit of a little craziness...What if we just skip the going out part of dinner? We could order some food here... Get comfortable and just spend time alone." 

I grinned, moved my hand to lightly hold her wrist, softly kissing the pads of her fingers, "I am not opposed to that idea." 

She let out a bright giggle and tugged my waist, pulling me into her with her other arm, "Could you even say I'm making you an offer you can't refuse?" 




You Enchant Me Ch. 04



Shaking my head I couldn't help but to let out a laugh, "Yes Don Vito, yes you are." 

*****

A bottle of wine later, with the next open and empty Chinese take out boxes on the coffee table and after a lot of giggling and getting to know more about each other, Nisha and I were cuddled up together on the couch. The sexual tension of before had died down to a deep undercurrent. It was still there but held at bay for now.

Since we were staying in for the evening, Nisha gave me some comfy clothes to borrow, and we both changed. Separately, not in the same room if that's what you were thinking! She now wore a comfy black v-neck which dipped pretty low onto her chest and a pair of shorts that showed off her toned leggy legs. Comfort and a great view of cleavage played to my favor. She had let me borrow a pair of shorts as well which were a bit loose on me, and not to mention a loose t-shirt. I loved being wrapped up in her clothes, her scent was all over me.

Nisha had just put on a movie and turned off the lights, we ended up for a thriller that we had both seen before, so we settled together on the couch, under a warm blanket. The sides of our bodies were pressed to one another, with her hand in my lap, held by mine, and my head leaning into hers. 

I won't deny the fact that I could barely concentrate on the movie. There was an undeniable tension beneath that comfortable cuddling. As I held her hand in mine, I noticed how soft her skin felt, and I would sometimes lift my head up to glance at her during the beginning scenes. A couple of times she caught me, but I would just smirk it off at her, to the point where she became flushed for the fact that I couldn't stop looking at her. 

With the glow of the television and a few tea candles, Nisha's face was warmly lit up, her skin was a golden brown this close and her lips the kind of pink that you know gets redder once they've been kissed for hours.

Anyway, as the movie progressed, she moved her hand from my lap and wrapped it across my shoulder, pulling me to her. My hand moved to her thigh and I absentmindedly traced small patterns over it. Okay, it wasn't so absentmindedly. I was hyper aware of where my hands were, every touch and every movement. Nisha's other hand found mine and threaded through my fingers, she lifted it up and kissed it with those soft lips of hers again and again.

At that time, I had turned and looked at her and she just giggled and lightly bit one of my fingers, "Watch the movie." 

I grinned and traced her lips, "But you're so much more interesting..." 

Nisha smirked and raised her eyebrow, "How interesting?" 

This time I shrugged the blanket off of us and looked her up and down intently, my hands moving to hers, pushing them up over her head, swinging my hips over her lap, "So interesting that I think I would rather continue what you started before," I murmured huskily. 

Nisha's breathing hitched as her eyes darkened, her hair framing her face perfectly, the smirk still played on her lips as she narrowed her eyes, "If I recall, you stopped it for dinner reservations," her voice was lilting and teasing. 

I leaned in closer, our lips a few inches away from each other, "I thought you would want to eat dinner," I rolled my hip slowly towards her just once, "But to be honest, it wasn't exactly what I was in the mood to eat..." I grinned and leaned forward, lazily licking over the bottom of her lip. 

Nisha tried to catch me in a kiss as I tilted my head away, which probably wasn't the smartest move for me teasing her, considering she had direct access to one of my weak points. Her teeth sunk into my neck and she flicked her tongue over my neck, sucking sharply. I couldn't help but let out a gasp, my hands letting go of hers as she grabbed my ass and pulled me into her. My head tilted back and my hips bucked into her as Nisha worked on my neck...she was going to leave a dark red mark on me for sure, and I didn't mind it one bit. 

My fingers threaded through her hair and I tugged her head back, groaning softly, wanting to kiss her- needing to kiss her. Her eyes caught mine and looked intensely at me for that moment, and then I leaned forward and we were kissing again. 

She kissed me back just as fiercely. It was a wet, deep, intense kiss that would have made me weak at the knees if I was standing. The thrill of no interruptions, knowing that I could finally be with her tonight, kiss her without interruption...fuck her, and be fucked by her without interruption. 

I could feel Nisha's hot body rubbing against mine and the next thought I had was the fact that I had been neglecting her poor breasts. My hands slipped down and grasped her breasts, pushing them together and she purred into my mouth. I could feel her nipples through her bra and shirt, they were stiff and I couldn't wait to finally see them, to taste them, to play with them. Nisha was kneading my ass and pressing my hips into hers, I could feel hers rocking up towards me. 

My hands pushed her shirt down, the scoop was wide enough so that her breasts, covered by a nude lacy, half cupped bra were showing. I broke the kiss, with a whimper from Nisha from the loss of my lips. I gazed at her breasts intently, and my hands fit around them perfectly. I pushed them together, watching her cleavage and biting my lip, entranced. She was watching me and squirming underneath. I could feel her hips trying to press down into the couch instead of up onto me. 

The contrast of the nude bra and her mocha colored skin was sexy as hell. Her areola just barely peaked through; it teased me, just as she did. I grinned and traced around it with my thumb, watching it crinkle up slowly, my hips moving to a slow roll every time I completed the circle. But I could be a tease too, "Is it too cold for you in here, beautiful?" 

Nisha coughed, trying to clear her throat, but her voice still came out in a husky whisper, "Uh huh. Can't think of any other reason I would be like this..." 

I laughed at her sass and shook my head, continuing not touching her nipples, which were getting stiffer as each moment passed by. Sitting on top of this sexy as hell woman, her lips pinkish red from our intense kissing, hair mussed up from my fingers digging through it, it was like her whole appearance was begging for me. I grinned as she writhed underneath me, her hands pulling my hips into her. 

I was so distracted by her breasts that I didn't notice she had slipped her hands under my shirt and scratched slowly and sharply down my back, making me arch into Nisha. The sting made me tingle all over. I was sure there'd be pink lines down my back from her nails. I couldn't help but arch my back and press into her, moaning throatily and pressing down on her nipples. She gasped out in response, breathing raggedly, and then she smirked at me-that minx. 

Her hands then dragged back up scratching again slowly and slightly lighter which made me roll my hips again. I groaned out, my eyes closing and head tilting back, unable to control my movements. It was a little scary how fast she was learning the exact buttons to press on my body to make me go crazy. My hands moved from her breasts reluctantly, and I opened my eyes to look back into hers.

I slowly peeled off the shirt she had given me to wear, watching her watch me. It's so fucking sexy to watch someone being turned on by you. Nisha's eyes were darkened and she licked her lip slowly. It dragged across her bottom lip lazily. Fuck, I could just imagine the things her tongue could do. 

She leaned forward and threaded her fingers through my hair, bringing my ear to her mouth as she whispered into it, "I hate your bra." 

I frowned immediately but then heard her start again, "It's blocking something that I really, really want to play with." 

The frown spread into a large grin, I pressed my cheek to hers, nuzzling, and pressed my chest forward against her, rubbing our breasts together. "You sound like a kid who wants to play with her toys. Too bad for you, you'll have to wait until I play with mine." The last part I purred into Nisha's ear as I felt her hands scratch down against my back. She was going to leave some marks... But she wasn't the only one. 

She started challenging me back- "That's not even-"

I interrupted her, I guess I just have a knack for that. I tilted my head down and bit her neck sharply, sucking on it and Nisha groaned out deeply, "FUCK, Arie." 

Her body squirmed underneath me. It felt like she was torn between pulling me closer and pushing me away.

Her nails dug into my sides and she pushed her hips up to mine more roughly, making me rub myself against her. I know she could feel how hot I was against her lap, I started rubbing myself more firmly against her and finally let go of her neck, and her whole body shivered underneath mine. Her hands slipped around my back and she skillfully undid my bra clasps. My bra straps fell down my shoulders and she slipped it off of me, throwing it on the ground. 

Her eyes were trained on my breasts...my nipples were stiff, light pink, and her hands were able to cup my breasts fully, covering all of them. She started to lick down my collarbone, making small sharp nips down it. I couldn't help but arch and grind my hips into her. She was touching all of the right spots. And then she started twisting my nipples between her fingers, tugging them lightly after each twist and a stream of moans and curses were rolling out of my mouth.

Nisha's face was very satisfied as she kissed, nipped, and licked. She finally reached my breasts, supporting my back with one hand as I leaned back, her mouth fastening around my nipple, not able to wait a moment longer. Her mouth opened wider over my breast, teeth pressing into my skin, and her tongue skillfully played with my nipple. My whole body was on fire.

I hissed out her name and writhed on top of her. My hands threaded through her thick curly hair, holding her head to my breast. She was so fucking hot. 

Nisha's hand gripped my thigh, pressing her nails into it, and dragged them higher up into my inner thigh. I was melting on top of her. I could feel her hot breath as she switched nipples. My breasts were wet from her mouth and pink from her hands and her mouth. 

I was losing all control as she slipped her fingers down and cupped my pussy. Her first direct contact with it and my hips bucked firmly into her hand automatically, my eyes were squeezed tightly shut and when I opened them I found her looking at me as she worked on my breasts. Her eyes were glazed over with lust and a glint. Her fingers were massaging me through the same shorts she had let me borrow and I was pressing my pussy into her hand with abandon. I could feel myself clenching my pussy walls, trying to get her to touch over my clit... I needed and wanted more contact from her. And it was like Nisha read my mind. 

Her fingers dipped underneath her shorts and underneath my boyshorts, and that time I cried out, "Oh fuck Nisha!" My eyes squeezed shut as I felt her hot fingers against my wetness.

Nisha's mouth lifted from my breasts, her lips were wet from what she had been doing and she lifted her head, our mouths were inches apart and I couldn't help but breathe out hotly. She was breathing me in as her fingers started slipping over my outer lips and up towards my stiff clit. Nisha's breath hitched with every new touch and I moaned loudly, my hips uncontrollably and shamelessly pushing myself onto her. 

Nisha's voice was low and she started murmuring and her gaze was intense. I couldn't close my eyes anymore, "Arie baby, you're so wet", she leaned forward and licked my lip lazily. My tongue ran across it after, trying to get her taste. "It's making me so, so wet too...my panties are soaked because of you." 

My eyes were locked onto hers and I was hanging onto her every word, "But that's not what I want right now. I want you." She leaned forward and bit my jawline, pressing two fingers against my clit, "I want to taste you." She started rubbing my clit between her two fingers on either side, "I want to lick every last bit of you up...I've thought it about from the moment I first saw you...having my head buried between your legs, and my tongue in your pussy.."

"Oh god baby," I gasped out and pushed myself onto her fingers, her fingers pressed into me, entering me slowly and fully. My hips were already rocking of their own accord and she was fucking me, as her fingers started moving faster and deeper. She had pressed her teeth to my neck, just underneath my jawline and was nipping and licking me all over, breathing hotly. This is what had been consuming my mind since the first moment I saw her, from all the times I had touched myself thinking of her, and now she was touching me, wanting me, needing me. 

And then with a sudden movement, her fingers withdrew, gripped my thigh as the other gripped my hips and pulled me so that my back was on the couch and I was pressed against it. I looked at her in frustration as her fingers had been really busy doing a very important job. 

Nisha just grinned at me in that naughty way that she had. She slipped off of the couch, and I had my eyes trained on her. She moved onto her knees and helped me shrug off my shorts. My pussy was so absolutely dripping. Nisha's grin turned into a smirk and she lifted the fingers that had been inside of me and licked slowly along the length of her fingers, the visual was enough to make me groan. Nudging her body between my legs, they spread wide to accommodate her. Nisha then moved her fingers to the top of my thighs and scratched down from the upper thighs to right above my knees, my hips bucked up immediately and I got goose bumps all over. 

Groaning softly, I sucked up my pride..."Nisha baby, will you please?" 

Nisha's tongue flicked out by my inner thigh and licked along the length were she had scratched, and her hands scratched along on the outside of my thighs. The tease was excruciatingly pleasing in the way that just makes you want it so fucking badly. 

And then that was it, I didn't have to ask anymore.

Nisha pushed my thighs even further apart and fastened her mouth on my pussy, sucking it fully and flicking her tongue out between my inner lips. I almost screamed but just managed to keep it to a cry out of unintelligible curse words. I rocked my hips up and my hands threaded through that luscious curly hair again, pushing her down onto my lap. Nisha's nails dug into my thighs sharply and she started pumping her tongue in and out, in and out. 

She then moved her mouth to my clit and started flickering her tongue over my stiff button, I writhed and squirmed underneath her, unable to control my movements. My legs were in spasms from the way that she had been teasing. 

This night had been one long tease and now I was finally getting what I had been thinking about since the first time I had seen her in the club. She then started moaning into my pussy, and I felt the delicious tingle all throughout my body. My hands lifted to my breasts and I started tugging on my nipples, cupping and grasping my breasts with one of my hands.

Nisha felt me moving and looked up from between my legs while she licked and sucked my pussy. I was getting closer and closer. My body was completely on edge and her soft, wet, hot tongue was getting me right where I needed to be. My eyes squeezed shut and I tugged on Nisha's hair and bucked my hip up at the same time that she thrust her tongue back inside of me as she wiggled the tip inside of me, "Uh, uh baby. Fuck, I'm so fucking close...!" 

And then I came. Right into her mouth, and she kept on sucking just right through it. 

My hips pumped up weakly and my whole body went lax. Nisha's nails stopped digging into me, and she rubbed warmly over my thighs with the palm of her hand, softly and slowly licking along the length of my slit until I pushed her away. I was just too sensitive for any more.

Nisha slowly moved her mouth away, a self-satisfied grin on her face as she licked her lips, looking up at me. She leaned down and kissed my thigh warmly and wetly and then bit it. 

I laughed weakly and lightly tugged on her hair, "Get your ass up here." 

She laughed and looked up at me, pouting playfully, "But I like it down here." Nisha slowly raised herself up, straightening her back and moving her body between my legs; I wrapped my arm around her, and pulled her into me. 

Our lips met in a deep kiss, one of my hands cupping the back of her head as I tasted myself in her mouth. I let out a soft moan into her lips and lightly scratched her scalp. Nisha purred and pressed into me. Fuck. This woman, she was so goddamn sexy. 

Breaking the kiss, I tilted my head and nuzzled her cheek, my cheeks were flushed and Nisha was planting small kisses all over my cheek and by my ear, I couldn't help but smile. I leaned forward and murmured in her ear, "Thank you..." I kissed her earlobe softly and lightly bit it, "You are amazing...And you're not the only one who loses control." 

I could feel Nisha's cheek stretch against mine as she smiled, staying quiet. I started to flick my tongue against her earlobe between each word, "It", lick, "felt", lick, "so", lick, "fucking", lick, "good...better than I imagined, and you know I imagined it a lot...". 

Nisha let out a throaty moan and pressed her body to mine, "And I imagined you imagining it..." 

Purring into Nisha's ear, I lightly nudged her back. Then, I lightly rested my hands on her shoulders and used it as leverage to get up, tracing my fingers over her chin and looking at her as she looked up at me, I grinned, "Let's move to the bedroom, Nisha." 

Nisha got up and looked at me up and down, smirking, "You know...out of all the outfits I've seen you in, I think this is by far my favorite." 

I grinned and narrowed my eyes at her, tugging her into the bedroom, "I think I have yet to see my favorite outfit on you, and I think you have entirely too many clothes on." 

She laughed and looked pointedly at me, her dark eyes pinning me, "I have a feeling that for you, the two of those statements are not mutually exclusive." 

I then copied her and looked her up and down, observing her state of undress. Her shirt was still pushed underneath her breasts, but they were covered by that nude colored lacy bra. It was a sexy and teasing look, especially considering how much I wanted to see what was under. Her hair was all messed up, and her panties were slightly bunched up towards her crotch. 

Nisha looked hot... She looked, absolutely fuckable; which is just what I intended to do to her. The things I had wanted to do since I saw her in the club, since I touched myself after seeing her, since we had been dancing at the club...since she had licked my pussy. 

I nudged Nisha to sit down on the bed, and she looked at me grinning. Wriggling my body between her long smooth legs, I pressed against her, cupping her cheeks and leaning down to press kisses all over her face, the last one being a long lick over Nisha's lips. 

Her eyes had closed and she blinked slowly when looking up at me, I couldn't help but notice that her hips had moved slightly into me when I had licked her lip, and I grinned. She didn't know what she was getting herself into; or rather she knew exactly what it was, and wanted it just as badly as I wanted it. 

Taking a step back and grinning wider, I tugged Nisha's shirt up over her head. Her bra was the only thing left on her top. Tracing my fingers down, I lightly scratched over her collarbone and her breast. Her eyes were locked with mine and she was biting her lip. 

She curled her arms around my waist and tugged me onto her lap, I laughed and sat on her thigh, "You know, beds are for lying down on right?" 

She giggled brightly, making me smile... "Well they're also for sleeping, but I have a feeling that's not what we are about to do." I grinned and moved off of her leg, pushing her hands away and lying out onto the bed, stretching out my body and watching her watch me.




You Enchant Me Ch. 04



"What are you talking about? I'm exhausted..." I grinned, raising my eyebrow and challenging her. She laughed and climbed onto the bed on all fours...her bra held her breasts as she moved toward me, and as she was about to settle down onto me, I grabbed her hip and flipped her down onto the bed, straddling her waist. 

Nisha bit her lip, looking at me and raised her eyebrow, "Thought you said you were tired?" 

I tipped my head down, nuzzling my nose against hers, giggling, "Exhausted of waiting to get to do some things to you...Exhausted of waiting to fuck you..." I looked into Nisha's eyes and saw they were dark and lusty; her lips were slightly parted and moist. I leaned down and kissed her hard as she pulled my body into hers, my breasts rubbed against her covered breasts.

I rubbed my body against hers, moving my legs and pressing my body against her heat, between her legs...over her pussy. Our bodies writhed together, my hands started to reach behind Nisha as she started to reach up and I unclipped her bra. Her breasts, her gorgeous breasts finally out in the open for me to admire. I broke the kiss with a whimper from Nisha and looked down at them. My hands were moving and cupping them, pushing them up. She was tipping her head back and moaning as I stared entranced by her. Her nipples were smaller on her breasts, but were a deeper more chocolate brown than her skin. They were stiff, and her areolas were all crinkled up. I couldn't help it, I just had to...

I leaned down and took one of her breasts in my mouth, biting down on her skin and flicking my tongue, laving it around her nipple and then fluttering it there. My hands, which were pushing her breasts together, tightened their grip and my nails dug into her skin lightly. I started to twist my hips so that I would press against her and felt her legs close around me, pushing and rubbing herself on me. 

"Mmmm fuck, Arie..." Nisha let out a raspy moan, her body squirming deliciously under mine. My other fingers took her neglected nipple between them and twisted it softly between my fingers, tugging it at the same time I would lick over her other nipple. Lifting my head up for a moment to look at her, I saw a fucking sexy sight. Nisha's head was thrown back, her eyes were squeezed shut, she was biting her lip, and her curly wild hair was spread out on the pillow. I started to move my hips... not just rolling them, but rocking into her, thrusting into her. I was dry fucking her, with every thrust she started to moan even louder. 

I wanted her so fucking badly, this damnably sexy woman who had been occupying my thoughts, who had been teasing me since I had first seen her... I wanted to make her climax. I wanted her to do it because of me, and for me. 

Nisha's hands moved to my back and she scratched down it again, causing me to arch my whole body into her. I groaned into her nipple, and then raised my head to wriggle myself so that our lips were a breath apart. Nisha's body was writhing underneath my thrusts, but I stopped. I slid myself half off of her, lying on my side. Her eyes opened slowly, and they were glazed over with want. I grinned... I had her right where I wanted her. My eyes were trained onto hers as I licked my lips and wiggled my eyebrows. My leg pinned her legs, holding it up as my fingers traced down under her shorts.

I didn't waste anytime, as I slipped my hand down to her pussy...And what did I find? 

I murmured out into her shoulder, "Naughty...You aren't wearing any panties Nisha baby... Looks like I wasn't the only one who thought I would get lucky..." I bit her shoulder and she gasped out, her face filling with a sheepish grin.

"Must have been your bad influence with the wine... I had panties on when we had planned to go the restaurant..." She breathed out raggedly.

I smirked and licked over her shoulder, not wasting a moment as my fingers dipped into her pussy, hooking them and pressing them in deeply into her. I almost moaned out, feeling her hot, wet, pussy surrounding my fingers. Nisha was so wet for me, so ready. My thumb started to press down and rub her clit... my fingers followed suit, instead of moving them in and out of her, they started rubbing her inner walls. 

Nisha's hips jerked up, and I lifted my head, pushing myself closer to her. My tongue flicked out and licked over her lobe before I bit on it. She groaned out lowly, "Fuck Arie...you make me feel so good..." 

I purred into her ear as a response and started to fuck her with my fingers earnestly now. Each time I pumped my two fingers into her, I could feel her walls clench around them, and my thumb would press down on her clit. She was moaning incomprehensibly now, a line of curses, my name, and "Oh God". I could already tell she was close by the way she tensed around my fingers. I bit her ear and sucked on it, telling her how much I wanted it, how much I needed for her to orgasm while I was fucking her. 

With this whole dragged out night of a tease, Nisha was ready to pop. Her hips arched up and she cried out, her body shaking underneath mine as my fingers kept on moving in and out of her. Her hair was strewn about, her body was trembling, a light sheen of moisture adorned her collarbone, and her legs were spread apart. She also had several markings over her neck and her breasts, courtesy of me. She was the kind of sight that made my heart stop, my hormones rage, and my brain turn off. I caught her in a deep, hungry kiss. With her hand she pushed mine away, and pinned it back.

Nisha kissed me intensely back and pressed my body back onto the bed, while lifting herself on top of me. The weight of her body pressed deliciously over me. She then pinned back my other hand and sighed into my mouth, I took in every breath and then the kiss started to slow, as did our movements.

Nisha broke the kiss and pressed her lips to my ear, letting out a quiet breath first, and then murmuring out, her voice hoarse from the moaning, "I think it's safe to say that I really fucking like you Arie..." 

I couldn't help but smile brightly, my hands finding hers... "And I think it's safe to say that you've got me enchanted, Don Vito." She let out a quiet laugh and pressed closely into me. 

We came to a gentle rest with each other. Nisha was lying on top of me, her face pressed into my neck, me with my face pressed to her hair. She would every once in a while kiss my neck, and I was content with breathing her in. Our fingers were threaded together and raised above our heads, resting on the bed. Nisha's body rested against mine, between my legs, and every once in a while my foot would drag over her calf and our hands would gently squeeze each other. This time I fell asleep with a smile plastered to my face with the girl that had made that happen.

I think it's safe to say that the date was a success.