“Hey baby. Are you here?” Q answered.
“Yes, I’m down in the lobby.”
“Come on up to room 517. I’m waiting for you.” Q said.
Lawrence put his cell phone back in the inside pocket of his suit jacket and made his way to the elevators. After pushing the button to go up one of the doors opened and Lawrence stepped inside. He pushed the button for the fifth floor. Lawrence’s phone began to vibrate and when he pulled it back out of his suit jacket, he saw Nylah’s face on the screen. He panicked a little and began to sweat. Taking his finger and dragging the green phone to the right, he answered.
“Hey, honey. Everything ok?” Lawrence said.
“Yes baby. Can you do me a favor on your way back from the mall? I need some lemon juice from the store for dinner. Can you stop and grab some?”
Lawrence’s pulse slowed a little. “Of course. Do you need anything else?”
“No that’s it. Love you and see you when you get home.”
“Love you too,” Lawrence said and hit the red phone icon to hang up the call.
The doors of the elevator opened and Lawrence stepped out. He made his way down the hallway to room 517 and knocked. Almost instantly Q opened the door in nothing but a towel.
“I’m sure you don’t have much time, so I figured I would make things easy for you,” Q said and winked walking into the room and sitting on the orange couch in the sitting area.
Lawrence’s dick instantly became erect and he started to remove his clothes as he walked over to Q.
“I missed you,” he said as he continued to undress standing in front of Q.
“Then you should have reached out to me much sooner,” Q says before taking Lawrence in like a popsicle on a hot day.
Lawrence instantly begins to feel pleasure. This is what he had been missing. He had been dreaming and daydreaming about the last orgasm he had with Q and had been chasing it ever since. Q moved from sitting on the couch down to the floor to deep throat Lawrence. Q was sucking and licking and slurping so hard that Lawrence had to slow it down so the moment wouldn’t end. Lawrence grabbed Q up by the shoulders so they were looking eye to eye. Q let the towel drop to the floor and led Lawrence to the bed.
They both climbed into the king-sized bed and Lawrence explored Q’s body with his tongue. Q began to moan and quiver. Feeling Lawrence’s lips and tongue was driving Q insane. Lawrence laid on his back and after putting on his condom and guided Q on top of him so he could go inside. Q gasped as Lawrence entered and began to move in slow circles feeling Lawrence’s love inside.
“You feel so fucking good.” Q blurted out as the circles sped up.
“Get on your knees.”
Q climbed off Lawrence and got on all fours and bent down, so Lawrence had no problem reentering. Lawrence came up behind Q and started placing kisses on Q’s ass. He took those kisses and allowed them to lead him up the small of Q’s back. Q moaned and put an arch in the back Lawrence was starting to lick. Lawrence entered again while kissing the back of Q’s neck. Their bodies moved together like waves in the ocean. Q’s chest was down on the bed, while Lawrence went deeper inside. Q pulled up on the headboard and began to push back on Lawrence as ecstasy was starting to make its way to both of them.
“Cum for me daddy. I want to feel you.” Q said between heavy breaths.
“Turn around.” Lawrence said in return.
Q turned around and sat in front of Lawrence. Lawrence removed the condom and slid into Q’s mouth. Q sucked while self-pleasuring. Lawrence held the back of Q’s head as he felt the warmth coming over his body and his legs started to stiffen. Q grabbed Lawrence’s ass with the one free hand and helped him thrust further into the recesses of the warm, moist, and soft mouth working overtime to make him climax. Suddenly Lawrence’s body shuddered and he came in Q’s mouth. While suckling on Lawrence’s nectar, Q brought on a much-needed climax as well and allowed the waves of pleasure to splash down.
Lawrence laid down on the bed and Q curled up next to him lying on his chest. Just as Lawrence was about to drift off to sleep he looked over at clock on the side table that read, 4:50 PM.
“Shit! I gotta go.”
Lawrence jumped up and kissed Q on the cheek who had already started dozing off.
“Ok. Be careful and I hope to hear from you again soon. Next time you can listen to some of my music too. That way it can be a ‘business meeting’” Q chuckled and then turned over and went to sleep.
Lawrence hurriedly grabbed his clothes and went into the bathroom to clean up before getting dressed. After putting his clothes on and checking his appearance in the mirror he quickly left room 517. Taking his cell phone from his suit jacket he realized he had two missed calls, and a text message from Nylah.
Baby, I hope you are ok. Hopefully, you haven’t got caught in the mall ministering to some young kids. Hurry home because I need the lemon juice for my sauce. Love you.
This text message was received at 4:10 pm. Lawrence looked at his watch and it was now 5:12 pm. Shit! Lawrence opened the text message again and hit reply.
Sorry baby. I lost track of time in the bookstore. I’m on my way.
Lawrence made the 15-minute walk back to his car parked at the mall. He sat in the driver's seat for a moment relishing at the moment he just shared with Q. Just thinking about it made him start to become erect. Lawrence took his phone from his suit jacket and cleared the calls to Q from his call history.
Beep beep…beep beep…beep beep. Andrea’s alarm goes off signifying the end of Lawrence’s session.
“Lawrence it seems to me we have another layer of things to dive into next week. There appears to be a suitcase we need to unpack,” Andrea said as she reached down to turn off the recorder.
“I agree. I didn’t mean to drop a bomb on you like that, Ms. Charles.” Lawrence replied.
Lawrence’s cell phone vibrated and he reached into his suit jacket and pulled his phone out. There was a new text message from Q. He pressed the notification to open the message.
I miss you daddy. I know I am supposed to wait to hear from you before I contact you, but I knew you were alone. Just text or call when you have a moment. My body is craving you.
A grin spreads over Lawrence’s face. “Well I have to go Ms. Charles. Calvary can’t run itself. Remember, we are still waiting to see you.”
“Thank you for the invitation Pastor. I will definitely keep that in mind.” Andrea replies.
Lawrence stands and straightens out the green pillows on the gray couch. Andrea responds in unison rising from her gray chair to accompany Pastor Miles as he leaves. Just as Andrea followed Lawrence to the door, then it crosses her mind that she used to go to school with a girl that goes by the name of Q now. She normally refrains from being messy and going too personal with her clients, even if she knew any of the characters in their life stories. But this time, she could not help it.
“Lawrence, can I ask you a question? I know you told me a lot about Q today. Would you ever feel comfortable telling me her name?”
Lawrence stopped at the closed office door with his hand on the doorknob. He stood quiet for a moment as the thoughts raced through his mind on if he was ready to share that detail of the story. Because he knew by sharing that one little thing, Q’s name would solidify what he has been doing. It would confirm the fact he had been running from for weeks now. Despite it all, he realized that just because you do not acknowledge something, it does not mean that it is not there.
Lawrence slowly turned and looked at Andrea.
“I was planning to share that detail with you next week. But I guess I can go ahead and tell you now. Maybe it will give you time to determine what all you need to unpack from that suitcase you mentioned earlier.” Lawrence said hesitantly.
“That’s fair,” Andrea responded.
“Q’s name is…Quentin.” Lawrence said.
He expeditiously opened the office door to where Denise was sitting typing at her computer. Lawrence hop
ed this would keep Andrea from reacting how he thought she may react if there was someone else able to witness it.
Lawrence began walking to exit the building, “See you next week Ms. Charles. Denise have a blessed week.”
Andrea stood there stunned.
“Who just killed your puppy in the street?” Denise said looking at Andrea, and gawking at Lawrence as he disappeared down the sidewalk out of the line of sight of the floor to ceiling glass windows of the office building.
“Girl…don't ever judge a book by its cover. That’s all I’ll say.” Andrea responded going back into her office and closing the door.
Never Enough
Andrea sits in her gray chair across from the gray couch her clients usually sit on as they bear their souls, and for some, share their deepest, darkest secrets. She admires Brian while he eats his sushi.
“What can I do to be that sushi right about now?” Andrea says licking her lips.
Brian glances up at Andrea and smirks, “Not a whole lot actually. How much time do you have before your next appointment?”
Andrea glances at the clock mounted above her office door. It was now 12:47 pm and her next appointment was scheduled for 1:30 pm.
“Looks like I have a little less than 30 minutes. What can you get done in that time?” Andrea said seductively as she parted her knees in her skirt.
“Considering you are wearing a skirt, I can probably do a lot.”
Andrea stood up and walked over to Brian. He sat back on the couch as Andrea hiked up her skirt and straddled his lap. Brian rubbed Andrea’s round ass as she began kissing him. Their tongues danced with one another, and Andrea’s juices began to flow. Brian raised Andrea’s skirt so it was wrapped around her waist like a belt. Andrea was winding on his lap and could feel the bulge growing in his pants.
“Well hello there. Looks like someone is glad I decided to pay a visit.” Andrea said.
She reached down and started rubbing Brian’s “sword,” as she liked to call his manhood when she was trying to be coy.
Brian whispers in Andrea’s ear, “Only you can make me respond like that.”
Planting kisses down the side of her neck Andrea’s head falls back exposing the modest cleavage in her purple cowl-neck blouse. His kisses continue down to the front of her chest while she unbuttons his pants. Andrea kicks off her purple pumps and they hit the floor. Brian picks Andrea up and places her on her back on the couch. Slipping his pants down to his knees Andrea takes Brian in her right hand and starts licking him like an ice cream cone on a hot summer day. Andrea reaches down and slides her purple satin panties down preparing herself to connect with Brian.
“Ms. Charles, your 1:30 is here.”
Andrea jumps when she hears Denise’s voice come through the intercom on her phone. She looks up at the clock over her door and it reads 1:06 PM.
“Are you serious? She is never here this early!” Andrea exclaims.
She jumps up and pulls her panties back up under her skirt. Brian goes into her private bathroom so he could freshen up before leaving. Andrea grabs the bottle of Febreze Heavy Duty Fabric Refresher she keeps so she can use it periodically throughout the day from the cabinet behind her desk and lightly sprays the couch. Brian emerges from the bathroom and gives Andrea a hug and kiss.
“I’ll talk to you later,” he says as he heads for the door.
“Ok. I’ll talk to you later. I’m not sure if I’m coming over tonight. I’m supposed to be meeting up with Rosalyn later at Amnesia, and I don’t know how long we’ll be there.”
“Ok. But you owe me so if you don’t come tonight then you definitely have to come tomorrow.” Brian responds.
“Deal. But I’ll call you later.” Andrea says on her way to the bathroom.
Andrea surveys herself in the mirror to fix anything that may have gone out of place about her appearance and then freshens up her Purple lipstick from The Crayon Case.
Andrea takes one last glimpse around her office to make sure it is neat and orderly. She checks to make sure there is enough Clean Linen wax in the warmer to last through her session. Everything is good, and she heads to her office door to greet her 1:30. When she opens the door, Raquel was standing and looking out the glass windows watching the cars go by in the downtown Atlanta area.
“Good afternoon Raquel. Are you ready?” Andrea says grabbing Raquel’s attention.
Raquel turns around, “I am. How are you?”
“I’m good. Come on in.”
Raquel makes her way past Denise’s desk wearing her damaged jeans rolled up at the ankle exposing her brown platform heels. Her right arm slightly bent posing as a hook for her oversized brown Michael Kors Bucket Bag. Her white tee complimenting the white blazer she wore with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Raquel always showed up to her appointments very well dressed without a strand of her long naturally wavy black hair out of place. Raquel walks into Andrea’s office and makes her way to the gray couch and takes a seat.
“Would you like some water before we get started?” Andrea asks.
“No, gracias.” Raquel responds in Spanish.
She usually switches from English to Spanish as she speaks but catches herself if she goes too far or if she notices a loss look on Andrea’s face. Andrea had started to learn Spanish to be able to expand her clientele and help more of the growing Hispanic and Latino communities, but she was still in her infancy stage.
“If you change your mind please let me know,” Andrea says as she takes her recorder and places it on the table pressing record.
“So, Raquel. How did you do this week with your homework assignment?”
Raquel sits up and removes her blazer and lays it neatly next to her on the couch.
“I am not too sure Ms. Charles. What was success supposed to look like?” Raquel said.
“Well, it is not necessarily going to be a matter of assigning a number to say that you have achieved success. It is going to be more about your overall feeling. Whether you feel deprived or not. Your level of satisfaction.”
“Well, in that case, I’ll just let you know how my week went and then we can discuss whether or not I’m on the right track.”
Andrea gets comfortable in her gray chair as usual, to prepare for what Raquel is going to share. When Raquel shared her weeks in review it was usually a lot to take in.
Raquel’s Story:
Raquel is a gorgeous Puerto Rican woman originally from New York. She is 46 years old but could easily pass for 35 or younger. She has beautiful bronze skin, deep brown eyes, and full lips. Her toned physique is indicative of her time spent in the gym and her love of dance. She loved to go out showcasing her Merengue and Cha Cha skills to the onlookers who would stop and gaze. Men, and women alike would become mesmerized by the sway of her hips and the sex appeal she exuded. It was almost as if she was making love on the dance floor, whenever she dances.
She had moved to Atlanta ten years ago to be with her boyfriend, Safir, when it was evident their relationship was getting more serious, and he was unable to relocate to New York. Raquel liked Atlanta anyway and the cost of living was a lot less than New York, so it made sense for them.
Andrea took Raquel on as a client about three months ago when she contacted her office looking for assistance with her issue. Raquel and Safir had been discussing marriage a lot more lately and after he proposed to her she knew she had to find help. Raquel has an insatiable sexual appetite. Her desire is so strong that Safir struggles to keep up with her. The issue though is that despite her fiancé being willing to please her and being a great lover, it was still never enough. Raquel sought and found others to quench her thirst as well.
Raquel could find suiters pretty much anywhere, the gym, the grocery store, the club, it rarely mattered to her just as long as they could meet the need she had at the time. But now Raquel wanted to change that so she could go into her marriage giving herself to her husband alone. As crazy as it sounds, she did not want to dishonor the vows she planned
to take with Safir. So, this decision is what led her to Andrea.
Each week she is given exercises to enable her ability to curtail her desire and allow her to become faithful to her fiancé so she can be a faithful wife. This week she shares with Andrea her most recent week in review.
Saturday:
Raquel wakes up thinking about her session with Andrea yesterday. As usual, she wakes up with the desire to have sex. Safir is lying next to her peacefully sleeping. She rolls over to face him and starts to rub on his chest. She kisses him sweetly on his neck and then allows her hand to adventure lower and disappear under the comforter. She begins to massage him, and he starts to stir. She scoots down in the bed and disappears under the comforter.
Raquel loves to wake Safir up with him being in her mouth. She got excited feeling him grow and watching as he became more coherent as to what was occurring. He pulls the comforter off her head so he can get a better view of her pleasing him. Her black wavy hair falling over her shoulders as she takes him in and out. She looks up at him with her deep brown eyes and stops just long enough to say, “Buenos días papi.” It drove Safir wild to hear Raquel speak Spanish, especially during sex. He always told her it was erotic and a turn on for him.
When she felt like he was at his most erect and she could no longer wait she climbed on top of Safir and guided him inside. He grabbed Raquel’s waist and allowed her to work her hips as she does when she is dancing. As her rhythm quickened her head fell back, and Safir reached up to caress her size D breasts. He matched her intensity so he could assist her in reaching her climax. Raquel bent over to plant kisses on Safir’s chest as her body shivered and she reached her first orgasm. She dismounted Safir and got on all fours.
“Come here.” She said while beckoning him to her with her index finger. “Come, and get this pussy. I want to feel you explode inside of me.”
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