by Imani King
18
Chelsea
Blaize kissed me farewell like a sailor on leave, returning to sea. Moments later, I watched him drive off in the Jag; sadly, the very same car we had started our enchanted evening off in. Now, here I was heading back to the boat all by myself. I had a sinking feeling Blaize’s life was always like this: full of incidents and accidents, chaos and turmoil. He was an exciting man but there was a price to be paid for that type of excitement.
Slightly chilled from the night air, I went down below into the yacht’s salon and sat on the couch. The Courvoisier bottle was still setting on the coffee table and our glasses still had a few sips of cognac in them. I helped myself to a nightcap while I contemplated what I wanted to do. Images of Blaize and I, going at it right there where I was sitting, kept running through my mind. I decided I didn’t want to spend the night on the boat by myself after all.
After scrawling a quick note, apologizing for not being able to lock everything up properly, I headed down the dock to the marina security gate. I forgot it required a swipe-card to get in and out, so I stood there looking dumb for a couple of minutes, wondering what to do. Thankfully, another boat owner entered through the gate so I could slip out while he was coming in.
My house in Venice wasn’t that far from the marina, distance-wise, but because of the late hour, I decided to hail a pedi-cab for the ride home. The pedi-cabs were touristy and usually not a good value but seemed like the best option at the moment. The one I flagged down had pink neon lights on the roof and disco music blasting from it. We negotiated a fare and my driver pedaled me home to the tune of “Funky Town.”
As expected, Tiffany was asleep. Her snoring was always crazy loud. I could hear the sound of her sawing those logs right through her bedroom door. A hot bath sounded relaxing so I stripped down while the tub filled with water. I added some lavender oil and inched my body into the soothing oasis. My entire date with Blaize played out in my head like a movie as I closed my eyes, leaned back and soaked in the fragrant water: The beautiful flowers he gave me, the romantic dinner and dancing, the scenic ride along the coast, the sofa sex romp, and the vampire assault. It was quite a wonderful date until that weirdo appeared. I chuckled to myself. It really was kind of amusing. Yep, the steaming bath was exactly what I needed to loosen up.
After about a half hour or so of pampering, my pruney toes told me it was time to get out. I gently dried off and wrapped a fluffy towel around myself before brushing my teeth, and moisturizing my skin. My favorite Japanese silk robe hung from the bathroom door hook. I flung it around myself as I tiptoed across my room and out into the hallway to make sure Tiff was still in her room. The sound of her deep slumber thundered through the house. I locked my bedroom door and slipped back out of my robe, onto my cool bed sheets.
That damn Blaize Simon. My head was filled with him: His kiss, his touch, his words, his intensity, his spontaneity, and his very large and very fine dick. He teased me and tortured me to no end and then left me high and dry. But maybe that was a good thing. Maybe the intruder was fate stepping in to save me from myself and from all the grief Blaize was probably going to cause me if I didn’t put an immediate stop to this. What was I thinking? I must need my head examined for getting involved with him. Money or no money. Why did he have to be so damned irresistible? At that moment I wanted him so bad I could feel the moist desire well-up between my legs.
Sadly, I was going to have to resort to my trusty mechanical stand-in once again in order to get relief from my sexual longings. Tiffany had teasingly named my friend Buzzy because she could hear it “buzzing” through the bedroom walls.
I reclined back into my pillows and tucked two fingers inside my wetness to prime it up before pushing the magic vibrate button. My eyes naturally closed and my head fell back as I pictured Blaize on top of me about to slide his dick in. The dildo became his cock as I worked it in and out and then around on my erect clit. I teased and pulled my tits with my other hand, pretending Blaize’s lips were tugging on them. As I came, I moaned, “Fuck me Blaize…..” and imagined him fucking me to the limit and finally coming inside of me with full force.
With the release of all the sexual tension from my body, I rolled over and shoved my boy toy under the pillow. As I dozed off, I couldn’t help but ponder how even a dildo with 3 motors in it couldn’t make me cum as much as that French man’s tongue. Jesus! It was times like this that I really wished I had a mother to talk to. I guess my dad would just have to do. I made up my mind I’d definitely call him right after breakfast, but I’d have to refrain from talking about things like dicks and orgasms. In his mind, his little baby girl didn’t have sex. I fell asleep thinking about how much I loved him.
Midmorning, I awoke to the sound of Tiffany tapping on my bedroom door.
“You awake, Chels? Can I come in?”
“Yeah……..um, hold on a minute.” I quickly crawled under the covers so Tiffany wouldn’t be subjected to my total nudity.
“OK………..you can come in now. I’m awake.”
“I just got a call from my mom. She’s not feeling well at all. She says she’s having weird pains in her chest. It sounds kind of serious, but she’s downplaying her symptoms like she always does. I’m concerned though, so I’m going to take the Amtrak down there to San Diego and make sure she’s okay. Do you want to go down there with me?”
“Oh wow. I hope mama Minnie is okay. Thanks for asking, but I have some things I gotta do today. And I’m so tired from last night.”
“Yeah, I heard you! You and Buzz that is!”
“What? How could you? You were snoring when I went to bed.”
“Well, your raucous love-making woke me up! What’s up with that anyway? You can’t possibly prefer your stupid toy to that French love god?!”
“It’s a long, weird story. I’ll tell you about it later. What time are you leaving?”
“I’m gonna take the 11AM train, so I need to be leaving for the station soon.”
“I’ll see you tonight then. Give Minnie hugs and kisses for me. I’m gonna call my dad after I eat some breakfast. It’s been awhile since we touched base.”
“Papa Willie? Tell him I send hugs and kisses to him too. I miss that old man almost as much as I miss my mama. Okay then, I’ll see you tonight Chelsea. There’s coffee already made.”
Tiffany blew me a kiss as she closed the bedroom door behind her. I slipped into my robe and thought about what I wanted to eat. I was pretty sure we still had some almond croissants in the kitchen and maybe even some sliced honeydew melon in the fridge. Suddenly, I heard ringing coming from my purse which I had set on the dresser upon arriving home last night. I realized I forgot to take my phone out and charge it up. My mind had been elsewhere; on a certain Mr. Blaize Simon. As I dug around in my bag, I recognized the ringtone, “I Left My Heart in San Francisco”, and instantly knew it was my dad.
“Hi daddy! You must have read my mind! I was just about to call you, but you beat me to it! How are you daddy?”
“I’m fine baby girl! Do you have any special news you’d like to share with your old dad?”
“News? Like what?”
“Like news about you getting married to a famous French guy? I’m looking at a picture of you in the newspaper right now. I’m kinda hurt you didn’t tell me, baby girl.”
“Oh papa, it’s not what you think at all.”
“You’re not getting married like the paper says?”
“ Well, yes but not exactly. Gosh, I wish you didn’t have to find out this way. I’m so sorry.”
“Me too! I never even met this fella. Hell, you never even mentioned any French guy to me.”
“Well, it’s all been kind of sudden. I haven’t known him for very long.”
“Then what’s the big rush to get married? You’re not in a family way now are you?”
“Daddy please! Give me credit for being smarter than that. Besides, you remember the doctor told me a few years back, my chances of ever
conceiving a child were slim to none.”
“Well, what is it then? What’s all the secrecy? When do I get to meet this man?”
“It’s hard having to explain the whole thing over the phone.”
“Well, while you’re at it Chelsea, do you think you can also explain this other photo I’m looking at on the following page?”
“There’s another photo? What is it papa?”
“A picture of your future husband punching a guy dressed like Dracula in the face.”
19
Blaize
It was incredibly disappointing to return to the boat and find Chelsea MIA. The crazy vampire incident was a total nightmare and my experience at the police station had been anything but enjoyable. The thought of finding that sleeping angel in my bed was the one positive thing I had to look forward to. Instead, all I ended up with was a shitty note. I drowned my sorrows in some more cognac and fell asleep fully clothed.
Chelsea didn’t acknowledge the text that I sent her in the morning, nor did she pick up when I tried calling her. That wasn’t like her at all, so I decided to take a stroll over to her little house in Venice. It was another beautiful sunny day in Southern California, the kind that had to be enjoyed outside. It was only necessary to ring the doorbell once before my pastry goddess came to the door with a half eaten croissant in hand, and powdered sugar dusted on her sweet face.
“Blaize, I’m surprised to see you! Come in.”
“Pleasantly surprised, I hope. Did you get my messages?”
“I’m sorry. I haven’t had a chance to check them yet. I’ve been on the phone with my pop for the last hour. I’m just eating breakfast. Would you like anything? Coffee? Orange juice? Almond croissant?”
“Yes to all 3, please. Sounds wonderful. How is your father? Everything okay, I hope?”
I took a seat at the kitchen table.
“He’s okay, physically. But a bit hurt by the photos in this morning’s paper.”
Chelsea poured me some juice and coffee and placed a scrumptious pastry tray in front of me.
“This looks great..….thank you. Why was he hurt?”
“He wanted to know why I didn’t tell him I was engaged to be married.”
“That’s certainly understandable. Mmmmmmm, this is delicious Chelsea..”
“He also wanted to know when he was going to meet you and why you were punching a guy in a Dracula costume……”
“Oh……he saw that picture too, huh? That’s unfortunate. Not a very good first impression of his future son-in-law, I suppose.”
Chelsea sat down and poured herself another cup of coffee.
“Exactly. I explained everything to him the best I could, but it was a hard sell. He wasn’t too thrilled with any of it. He can see how working with you might help my business, but that’s where it ends. He’s very old-fashioned, so the idea of marrying for any reason other than love doesn’t sit well with him.”
“He obviously just wants what’s best for you. He’s probably afraid you’re going to get hurt.”
“Yes, he certainly is. Is he right?”
“Are you seriously asking me if I’m going to hurt you?”
“Well, your reputation does precede you. I told my dad not to worry, but maybe he has good reason to.”
“Of course he has the ultimate reason to worry! What kind of father would want his treasured daughter to date me? No daddy wants their good little girl playing with a bad boy.”
“There you go! You just admitted it. My dad is right to worry. And as far as he’s concerned, you’re not just a bad boy, you’re a very bad Frenchman.”
“He’s absolutely correct about that, so of course he’s right to worry, but it doesn’t mean you need to worry about me hurting you. Trust your own instincts. You’re an intelligent woman, not a scared silly little girl. But perhaps I need to worry about you hurting me? You have the look of every heartbreaker I’ve ever met.”
“And has your heart ever been broken, Blaize Simon? I’m having a hard time picturing you being hurt by any woman.”
“Well, maybe not exactly broken. Maybe just a hairline fracture, or a sprain.”
“Just what I thought……..”
“What are you doing today? Any fun plans?”
“Well, I had planned on baking with Tiffany, but she left for San Diego this morning. Her mom’s sick. I guess I can still get some baking done without her, though.”
“I’m sorry to hear that about her mother, but I asked if you had any fun plans! Apparently, the answer is no, so let’s get out of the house and enjoy the beautiful weather together. I’ve always wanted to ride that ferris wheel on the Santa Monica pier, but Rolande is afraid of carnival rides. What do you say? C’mon, ride it with me Chels?!”
I could almost hear the sounds of the the gears and wheels turning in her pretty head as she contemplated spending a fun day with me instead of working.
“I’ll buy you an ice cream cone? What’s your favorite flavor?”
“Cherry-vanilla.”
“I should have known that. You look like a cherry-vanilla kind of girl.”
“All right. Give me 15-minutes to get ready?”
“Take all the time you need. No rush.”
Chelsea grabbed her coffee mug and headed to her room to get dressed. As much as I desired that delectable little morsel, I chose not to seduce her quite yet. She would be much more sexually agreeable after spending the day with my most charming self. I pictured her sliding out of her silk robe and standing naked in her closet, selecting just the right outfit for her day with me.
She came out wearing cute little white shorts and a pink, v-neck teeshirt that hugged her feminine curves and revealed her saucy cleavage.
“Ok, I’m ready,” she said as she dropped her sunglasses onto her little turned-up nose. She gestured for me to follow behind her to the front door. That’s when I noticed the tiny red hearts embroidered across the backside of her shorts, causing instant cock stirrings inside my faded jeans.
“Holy shit, Chelsea! You look unbelievable in those shorts! Do you have any fucking idea how truly exquisite your ass is? I would gladly follow those hearts off any pier…..”
She stopped to lock her front door and smacked me on the head with her straw bag as I passed her on the porch. I loved it when she punished me in even the smallest of ways. We headed north, arm-in-arm, along the Grand Canal, crossing over to Ocean Front Walk.
The Venice Beach Boardwalk was always such a treat for me, each time I visited the states. It reminded me of my own epic parties. Nowhere else in America did I ever experience such a unique sideshow of sheer lunacy. The entire west side of the walkway was street performers and vendors, mostly the same cast of characters every time I came: Mimes, fortune tellers, the chainsaw juggler, the guy who walks on glass, the turban-wearing roller skater and the usual musicians. The other side of the sidewalk was lined with ethnic restaurants, cheap sunglasses and t-shirt shops and, of course, medical marijuana dispensaries. Chelsea and I stopped at a juice bar for a couple of fruit smoothies and sipped them while we watched the body-builders pump iron at Muscle Beach.
“So why did you go home last night, Chelsea? It broke my heart to find you gone.”
“Don’t you mean it gave your heart a hairline fracture? Or was it just a sprain?”
“All right, touché, you cute little smart-ass. Seriously, why did you leave?”
“It just felt kind of weird being on your boat, sitting there on the couch all by myself.”
“Why? Because I made you come all over it earlier?”
“Can’t you be serious for even a minute? Actually, it gave me a chance to rethink things with a clear and cool head. You know, about whether we should be getting physically involved.”
“Oh no, not this again! And I’m being completely serious, by the way. You were obviously just as let down and frustrated as I was.”
“Oh my god! Of course you would think that. You think you’re just so irresistible.
”
“I know an enraptured woman when I see one, and most definitely when I hear one. And the truth is, I left a hot smoldering woman alone, which is unforgivable. I deserved to return to a cold bed. It won’t happen again, I promise you.”
“Maybe I went home because I was just got tired of waiting for you. Maybe I simply wanted to sleep in my own bed instead of yours. Did you ever think of that, Mr. Egomaniac? Maybe watching you punch somebody in the face was a turn-off to me! There are many reasons for leaving that have absolutely nothing to do with sex!”
“Of course there are. But I don’t happen to believe any of those. In fact, I believe you knew I would fuck you when I got back like nobody ever has, and that scared you.”
I gave Chelsea a playful wink, like I was in on her little secret.
“But let’s forget about last night and just enjoy our afternoon together, shall we? And if you’re a good little girl, I’ll let you have your way with me later.”
“You’re infuriating,” she said with a half hearted glare.
“And I suspect you love that about me.”
20
Chelsea
Okay… Maybe I did enjoy his attitude toward life. Just a little…
We had an amazing afternoon at the Santa Monica Pier. Blaize was so much fun to be with. We rode the ferris wheel overlooking the ocean, and watched brown pelicans steal the day’s catch from the local fisherman. For lunch, we enjoyed pizza slices and beer and played in the video arcade. One of the highlights of my day was when Blaize bought a hundred dollars worth of ride tokens for the old-time carousel and handed them out to all the little kids and their parents. His face literally lit up as he heard the delighted squeals of the children.
“You surprise me Blaize, I didn’t know you liked kids?”
“Sure, I like the little buggers! It’s usually their lazy-ass parents that I disdain.”