I knew I couldn't read the message right there in Glen's lap and run the risk of him seeing who I was messaging. Putting my phone down I couldn't wait for the show to be over and Glen to get tired and want to go to bed. I was panicking a little on the inside because I didn't want it to be too long before I read it and responded. I didn't want Heather to think I was disinterested.
I could see Glen nodding off in the corner of my eye. "Baby you're tired. Let's go to bed." I said sweetly.
He rubbed my back and responded, "Ok baby. You can shower first."
"No, you go ahead. I want to put our snacks away and make sure the kitchen is clean before bed."
Glen kissed me on my forehead and headed in the direction of our bedroom. I waited until I heard the running water in the shower and grabbed my phone.
I have to say I am shocked by the message you sent. The experience we shared was pure bliss. It's hard for me to believe that was your first time. Thank you for allowing me to show you another side of pleasure and Glen is lucky to have you.
Sincerely,
Your First Time
I read the message multiple times. Now I was plagued with yet another decision...do I respond or do I let it go? There was no question posed to continue the conversation. No proverbial door left open for me to come inside.
“Baby I’m done!” Glen called from the bedroom.
‘Shit!’ I said in my head.
Thank you for responding. I hope this won’t be the last time I hear from you.
I sent the next blue paper airplane and deleted the conversation.
The next day while I was at work, Heather’s bubble popped up on my screen and I literally dropped everything I was doing. I could not believe she responded to me again. I tapped the bubble to expand it on my Samsung Galaxy S8 screen.
This doesn’t have to be the last time you hear from me. It sounds to me like you want to be stung by this Scorpion again. *winking emoji*
I instantly got wet and had to cross my legs to calm my nerves. I had to take two breaths and calm down before composing my response.
LOL. Maybe…maybe not. I am not sure. What do you think. Sounds like to me you are ready to play in my curls again. *winking emoji*
The next blue paper airplane was sent to fly to its intended recipient. I jump when my phone rings. Glen’s face pops up on my screen. I slide the green phone to the right.
“Hey baby. What are you up to?” I say sweetly.
“Hey, I have a break in my day and wanted to know if you wanted to grab lunch.”
Heather’s bubble pops up on my screen again.
“Baby I would but I am swamped here at work. I miss you though, and I’ll see you when I get home tonight. I love you.”
“Aww. Ok. You should see my sad puppy dog eyes right now. But I understand. I love you too. Don’t work too hard.” Glen responds and then hangs up.
I immediately expand Heather’s bubble.
Well you know those curls were gone by the time I was finished with you. So, are you trying to see me again?
I typed my response.
I was ready to see you again that night.
I released my little blue paper airplane.
Heather was involved and active in the conversation now because the messages were going back and forth like rapid fire
I’ll be in Atlanta this weekend. Why don’t you come by?
That was the message I had secretly been waiting for. That weekend I came up with an excuse to get out of the house without Glen. I met up with Heather, and we truly enjoyed one another. We gave each other massages, talked, and laughed. I started calling her my tour guide because she exposed me to several different more firsts. My first episode of multiple orgasms, my first 69, and my first-time having sex on a conference table that can seat ten. I did not want the moment to end, but I knew it had to.
Beep beep…beep beep…beep beep. Andrea’s alarm goes off signifying the end of Erica’s session. Andrea leaned forward looking at Erica.
“I know your session is over Erica, but I do have one question for you before we go then I will see you again next week…did you see Heather again after this?”
Erica dropped her head and looked at her hands. A few moments went by, and she slowly nodded her head and softly responded.
“Yes. Ms. Charles do you mind if I use your private bathroom? I wanted to change my clothes before I leave and I would rather not do it in the bathroom in the waiting area.”
“Sure. That’s fine. It’s through that door.” Andrea answered.
Erica disappeared in the bathroom and emerged about ten minutes later completely transformed. Erica was now wearing a yellow sun dress that came mid-thigh. She had taken her messy bun down and let her hair hang framing her face exposing soft layers that had been cut in her hair. Nude wedge had replaced the brown Birkenstock sandals showing freshly pedicured toes.
“Wow. Glen must be coming to meet you huh.” Andrea probed,
Erica giggled and headed to exit Andrea’s office. Andrea followed behind Erica to give her the customary good-bye that she always gave to her clients as they left. Denise was sitting at her desk, but she was not alone. Sitting in one of the waiting chairs was a tall, light skinned woman with long sandy brown hair falling over her shoulders. She looked up to greet Erica and Andrea and she had light brown eyes, thick full lips, and a Marilyn Monroe mole above her lip on the right side. She stood and walked over to Erica kissing her softly on her cheek and then extended her right hand to Andrea to shake her hand.
“Hello Ms. Charles. I’ve heard so much about you. Thank you for all you do for Erica. I’m Heather.”
Andrea shook Heather’s hand, “Nice to meet you. You’re very welcome.”
Erica and Heather turn to leave and as they walked out the office, Erica looked back and winked at Andrea and said, “See you next week.”
Andrea turned and looked at Denise with disbelief on her face.
“Now I see why she wasn’t wearing her engagement ring anymore,” Denise said.
Andrea could always count on her assistant to pick up on the small details that anyone else would never notice. Andrea chuckled and walked back into her office.
“Let me know when my next appointment arrives,” she says before closing her door.
A Marriage Unfulfilled
Andrea wakes up when her alarm goes off at 6:30 am and does not want to get up. She is wrapped up in her favorite place…Brian’s arms. She has been seeing Brian for three months now. She had no idea that the man she spotted across the room at her best friend’s launch party would find his way into her heart. Brian’s hold tightens on Andrea like it normally does when he realizes she is trying to get up to get dressed. Andrea runs her hand along Brian’s arm and then grabs his hand and kisses the back of his hand.
“Good morning handsome.”
“Good morning beautiful,” he responds.
Andrea slides out of Brian’s king-sized bed and makes her way to his bathroom. She stands at the sink and she can still feel Brian inside her. She has officially labeled him as the best lover she has ever had. The things they do when they make love she has never done with anyone else.
Andrea’s alarm goes off again, and she knows she needs to hurry up. The second alarm is always the backup to the first alarm to let her know she needs to put some pep in her step, so she is not late. Andrea jumps in the shower. Just as she is finishing up Brian slides in behind her and starts to rub her back.
“Mmmmm…baby you better stop. You know I have to go. I wish I could but my first appointment is this morning at 8.”
Brian kisses Andrea on her neck and lets her get out of the shower.
Andrea is racing down Peachtree St. NW trying to get to her office. That man could literally make her late every day if she let him. Andrea smiles as she pulls into her parking spot.
“Good morning Denise.”
“Morning. I put your tea on your desk and forwarded your calls to voicemail already since your first ap
pointment is at 8.” Denise responded.
“Thank you so much. I can always count on you.”
Denise smirks as Andrea walks into her office because she knows since Andrea has been dating Brian she has had to keep her together. It’s one of Andrea’s character flaws because when she gets involved with someone, she tends to lose focus a little. That was one of the reasons she had to repeat her Psychology class during her senior year.
A slight commotion erupts in the waiting room and Andrea automatically knows Iris and Jacob had arrived before Denise could even come over the intercom.
“Ms. Charles, your 8:00 am has arrived.”
Andrea takes a deep breath so she can mentally prepare for Iris and Jacob. Since they have been coming to Andrea, she can count on one hand the number of sessions they have had where an argument did not end up ensuing.
Andrea opens her door to Iris standing over Jacob wagging her finger in his face.
“What you not gon’ do is sit here and act like I’m the reason why we’re late. Every time we are supposed to come and see Ms. Charles you always drag your damn feet.” Iris bellows.
“Would you stop? Ms. Charles is ready for us.” Jacob responds.
Jacob stands up and towers over Iris with her 5’3” frame. Standing at 6’6,” it was sometimes comical to Andrea to see them when they came in. Iris and Jacob make their way into Andrea’s office and find their places on the gray couch. Andrea closes her door and takes a seat in her chair placing her recorder on the table and pressing record.
“Good morning guys. I hope you have been well since the last time we met.”
Iris rolls her eyes and smacks her lips, “We’ve been ok.”
Jacob says, “We have been blessed, Ms. Charles.”
“So last week we were trying to dive into why it seems like it is becoming a necessity to have a third party.” Andrea dives in to make sure they can try to get as much out of this session as possible before an argument breaks out.
Iris crosses her legs in her black leggings and black Jordans. Jacob sits there in his black slacks and black Steve Maddens knowing Iris is going to take the lead and start the conversation.
“I think it’s because Jacob does not really want to be with me. I think he tolerates me because it seems like every chick we bring into the bedroom fits the same type of look. At times I think he should just take his ass….”
“Jacob is that true?” Andrea cuts Iris off before it goes too far.
“No, it’s not Ms. Charles.” Jacob answers.
Iris rolls her eyes. “It’s not? Ok, let me tell you then.”
Andrea sits back and gets comfortable because that is the queue the flood gates are about to open.
Iris & Jacob’s Story:
Iris and Jacob have been married for seven years. Neither of their friends saw it coming when they got married. They never thought they would be a couple let alone be married. Jacob’s friends thought Iris was too ghetto for him and Iris’ friends thought Jacob was too bougie and metrosexual for her. But despite the odds, they fell in love and have been together for nine years.
Iris and Jacob met at a swingers party in Dunwoody. It was an invitation only party at the Manhattan condos. One of Iris’ friends knew she was interested in experiencing a swingers party after hearing so many stories about them. So, she built up the courage to go.
“Girl, you cannot wear no damn leggings and gym shoes to this party,” Keisha said.
Iris rolled her eyes, “But that’s what I’m comfortable in. Besides, I’m not going there to fuck. I’m just going to see what it’s all about.”
“You are not going with me looking like you are running to Walmart.”
“Fine!”
Iris goes into her closet and picks out a yellow form fitting dress. She goes into her top dresser drawer and pulls out her full body Spanx. Iris tended to think spanks fixed everything and could make her size 20 frame look like a size 8. She finds her favorite black pumps and puts thick black belt around the dress to cinch in her waist as much as possible.
Keisha chuckles in her head watching Iris tuck, pull, and stuff everything she could.
“Can you turn that fan on? I am about to pass out. That’s why I hate dressing like this.” Iris hisses.
“No honey. If you bought things in your size rather than buying a size or two smaller you would not have to go through all those changes.” Keisha responds as she turns the Dyson fan on and points it directly at Iris.
Iris smacks her lips, “Shut up! What kind of friend are you?”
“The kind that tells you the truth even if you don’t want to hear it,” Keisha responds.
Keisha pulls up in the parking lot of a beautiful condo high rise. They entered the high rise and took the elevator up to the eighth floor.
“Man, this place is nice. Who do you know that lives here? These condos are like a million dollars easy.” Iris exclaims.
Keisha chuckles, “Girl, they are not a million dollars. They are close to half a million though. This is why I keep telling you to start hanging around people other than your ‘homegirls’ from Buckhead.”
Irish smacks her lips and rolls her eyes. They walked down the clean carpeted hallway leading to the deep brown door that almost looks black. Sconces hanging over beautiful ornate paintings to shed light to illuminate the various landscapes being portrayed. Keisha gets to the door and knocks.
“Can I help you?” A voice says from the other side of the door.
Keisha responds, “Yes. I have come to be fulfilled.”
They hear the lock being undone and the door opens to a tall dark-skinned man wearing black slacks and a black button-up shirt. He lets Keisha and Iris in and then asks them what color bands they would like to wear. Iris looks and sees four color wristbands; red, white, green, and rainbow.
“What do the colors mean?” Iris asks.
“Red is if you are a voyeur only, white is if you want to participate but you’re more vanilla, green is if you want to participate and you’re open, and rainbow is if you are open to same sex play,” Keisha whispers.
“Vanilla? Never mind. Red please.” Iris says to the man in black.
Keisha smiles, “Rainbow please.”
Iris looks at her friend shocked knowing they will have to talk later. Rainbow? Keisha leads Iris further into the condo. Her pumps click on the hardwood floors. The large open floor plan shows a spacious area leading to a balcony with a fantastic view. There are people out on the balcony laughing and having drinks. A few of them snuggling close and making out. There is a group of three women standing in the kitchen having a private conversation. Just past the kitchen, she sees a door closed with a sign on it that reads “Vanilla.” There is another sign on a big easel by the glass doors leading to the balcony that reads “Green Room This Way” with an arrow pointing around a corner.
Based on what Keisha whispered to her at the door she knew she didn’t need to know what was behind the “Vanilla” door or to follow the arrow on the sign to the “Green Room.” Then someone caught Iris’ eye. Just across the room standing against the wall, there was a tall dark-skinned guy leaning against the wall sipping a drink. He was wearing black straight leg jeans with a black belt. They were coupled with a creme V-neck t-shirt and black leather jacket with a large collar that enveloped his neck like a vampire. His beard and goatee were neatly trimmed as if he had just got out of his barber’s chair. He had a low fade, and his lining was so crisp that it looked like it had been painted on.
“Damn he fine,” Iris muttered and then looked around to see if Keisha had heard her.
Keisha was busy giggling and flirting with some light skinned guy that had come up to her.
“I was hoping I was going to see you again.” Iris overheard him say to Keisha.
He was wearing a green wristband and before Iris knew it, Keisha was heading off with him in the direction the arrow pointed to on the sign.
“I’ll be back. Have a drink and relax,” she said as
she was walking away.
“Keisha! You can’t leave….” Keisha was out of eyesight before Iris could finish her sentence.
Iris stood there nervously as more people entered the condo through the front door. She sat down in one of the empty chairs at the glass kitchen table. Iris scanned the room looking for Mr. Fine, and she didn’t see him any longer. The one thing she was hoping she would be able to focus on until it was time to go was now gone.
“Do you mind if I have a seat?” A deep voice came from behind Iris. It had so much bass in it that it almost made her jump from her seat.
She turned, and it was Mr. Fine. Iris sat there for a few moments staring and the sound finally escaped her lips.
“Sure.”
Mr. Fine pulled the seat up next to Iris, “This must be your first time here.”
“What makes you say that?” Iris said defensively.
“You’re wearing a red band. Most new people tend to wear that until they have come a few times and feel comfortable. Besides, I would have noticed you if you had been here before.”
Iris blushed and agreed with him. Iris and Mr. Fine sat there and talked for the two hours Keisha was gone. By the time she returned Iris had found out Mr. Fine’s name was Jacob, he was a CPA with his own office, originally from Nashville, no kids, and lived in Duluth. Two years later and several swingers’ parties later Iris and Jacob were married.
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