Dangerously In Love

by Crystal Lacey Winslow

  Jada looked to me for a clue. When she saw me gazing at Su, she knew the answer.

  “Yes. We can begin together and then swoop. But I don’t do anal,” Jada stated.

  “I do,” Su replied, and I nearly fell off my chair. “Do you participate in that . . . London? That’s your name, correct?”

  “Yes. I mean, yes. That’s my name.”

  “Well, will you indulge anally?”

  “I’m down for whatever,” I boasted like a frightened little boy. I always knew that Su was sexually challenging. And up until tonight, I thought that Jada was Su’s match. But Su was out of control. She never would have been content in a relationship with me. I realized at the moment that the best thing she could have done for me was to leave. Knowing that, I didn’t mind letting her sample the great dick she’d left behind.

  I started off kissing Jada while Su and Gregory watched. My tongue aggressively explored the inside of her mouth, earlobes and neck. She arched her back, encouraging me to continue. I could feel Su’s eyes staring at me intently, which made my dick harder than a row of quarters. If I wasn’t careful, I would explode prematurely. I knew I had to pace myself if I wanted this to be an experience to remember. As I unhooked Jada’s bra and exposed her small breasts, I thought briefly about the first time I laid eyes on Jovie’s breasts.

  Sweet Jovie . . .

  I sucked, nibbled and gently bit down on Jada’s nipples until they looked like two copper nickels. She moaned her pleasure and began to rip my shirt open. As each button flew off, I joined in by ripping off her thong panties. She squealed with delight. Her squeal made me think of Jovie.

  Sweet Jovie . . . trusting me . . . loving me . . . believing in me . . .

  I entered Jada forcefully. As I aggressively pumped in and out she dug her nails into my back and pulled them down in a sinister yet sexy gesture. Then a familiar touch entered the picture. Su had come from behind and started nibbling on my ear the way she knew I liked it. Immediately I changed positions and let Jada ride on top while I motioned for Su to come and sit on my face. As Su opened her pussy walls wide, I stuck my tongue far inside her cave. As her sexy hips rocked back and forth, I reached up and massaged her breasts. She felt so soft and familiar that for a fleeting moment, I longed for the past.

  Jada’s hips were grinding on my dick like a pro. She went up slowly, released her pussy and then contracted as she came down. Then she switched it up and began twirling her hips in a circular motion in a wild and frenzied rhythm. The only sound in the room was the moans and groans of Jada. As Jada exploded on my dick and her warm juices slid down my shaft, Gregory didn’t hesitate to flip her over and mount her quickly. Su quickly came and we began to fuck in the missionary position. As I entered her, I thought all my emotions would come flowing back. But they didn’t. She felt like what she was. A one-night stand with an old fling. Nothing more. Nothing less.

  We flipped from the missionary position and Su rode on top. While on top she spread her legs, did a split and popped her pussy rapidly on my dick. This drove me crazy. She’d certainly learned a move or two since we were together and she was determined to show me each one of them. We were flipping all over the bed and there were times when I didn’t know if I could keep up with Su’s pace.

  “Enter me from the back,” she whispered. I hesitated only for a moment. I turned her over and forcefully rammed my dick in her anus. She screamed in pain mixed with pleasure. I pumped in and out while forcefully entangling my hands in her hair and pulling.

  “How does it feel?” I said breathlessly. Su was silent until I rammed my dick even harder.

  “Oh, yes,” she crooned. “Keep it right there.”

  Over my shoulder I could hear moans and groans coming from Jada and Gregory. I decided not to glance over to see how they were doing. I just concentrated on Su and my pleasure. Sweat was pouring off my body and dripping from my eyebrows onto Su’s back.

  “I’m getting ready to cum . . . ,” I screamed as hot juices came gushing out. My body started shaking involuntarily and we both collapsed onto the bed, only to begin again ten minutes later.

  I awoke on Christmas wrapped between the legs of Su and Jada. It was one-thirty in the afternoon, and I’d missed Jovie. I raced home and arrived after two o’clock, but Jovie had already left. I raced to her apartment, but she didn’t answer the door. I went back home feeling pathetic. How could I let Jovie down like this? I tried to shower last night off me, but I wasn’t having any luck. I realized that Jada was and always would be bad news. I needed someone to talk to, so I dialed my brother’s number. He picked up on the third ring.

  “Hello,” he said.

  “What’s up?”

  “Shit. Hey, Merry Christmas.”

  “Man, I’m stressed out. I don’t care nothing about this white man’s holiday!”

  “One guess. Your new girlfriend,” he said.

  “Yeah. But it’s not what you think. She’s hasn’t hurt me—it’s the other way around.”

  “What’d you do, man?”

  “Last night, I sucked her twin sister’s pussy out in a cab.”

  “What the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you running ‘round going down on these nasty broads? May Jesus take my life if I ever eat a chick’s pussy!”

  He was lying.

  “Man, you better get in the loop. That’s what’s up. But bigger than that, did you hear me say I’m fucking my girl’s sister?”

  “Yeah. So how’s the sex?”

  “Lawrence, stop playing. I need your advice. I feel so guilty.”

  “Man, you can’t undo what’s already done. What do you want me to say? You’re old enough to know better. Especially if you have feelings for this girl.”

  Somewhere around 5:00 P.M., I got a knock at the door. To my delight it was Jovie. I swung the door open and embraced her in a bear hug. She squealed.

  “I came by earlier, but you weren’t here.” She pouted.

  “I’m so sorry, baby-girl. Will you please forgive me?”

  “This time, but the next time I won’t be so kind,” she joked. As I led her into my living room, she felt like everything I’d been looking for. She felt pure and untainted. Like fresh air after a smog-filled day. Those two hoes from last night almost made me lose my baby. As we sat and talked, I must have kissed her face a hundred times. Then I went in my bedroom and came out with her gift. I had Bloomingdale’s wrap it nicely. Carefully, she took off the bow and then the paper. As she opened the gift and saw the bag, her face lit up like the stadium lights at the Super Bowl.

  “London, thank you! It’s beautiful. I’ve never owned such an expensive bag. You shouldn’t have,” she squealed.

  “It’s my pleasure,” I said, and gave her a fat, juicy kiss on her sexy lips.

  “Now, your turn,” she said, and handed me a large box. With the eagerness of a child on his tenth Christmas, I ripped open my gift, and it took my breath. Inside was an antique easel for me to paint canvases on. She had it engraved: “From the first night I sang to you, I fell in love with London in England. Cheers to not having regrets! Love Jovie.”

  “Jovie, this must have cost a fortune.”

  “I had saved two thousand dollars so I could move into my own apartment. But once I saw that easel, I knew you had to have it. It’s a collector’s item.”

  Now I’ve never been accused of being a bitch-ass brother, but I swear to God, I wanted to shed a few tears at how genuinely sweet this girl was. I don’t know what made me do this, but I ran into my bedroom and grabbed the engagement ring I’d bought last year for Su. I couldn’t even contain myself. I ran back in the living room and fell onto one knee and blurted out, “Jovie, marry me! Let’s do it. Will you marry me?”

  Her face transitioned into a million expressions before settling on utter joy.

  “Yes! Oh, yes!” She grinned as I put the ring on her finger.

  “I mean, we will have a long engagement,” I reasoned as reality sank in. “To get to know each ot
her better. But you’re the one, kid. I think I could spend the rest of my life with you.”

  “Out of the hundred and two people on the Mayflower, how many men and boys were named John?”

  “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I laughed.

  “Fifteen. Fifteen were named John,” she laughed, and hugged me.

  I imagined waking up every morning with Jovie. And that thought put a smile on my face.

  Jovie

  I know that I’m imperfect. So it is a great surprise that London has just proposed to spend the rest of our lives together. For some reason, I knew he was the one. After work tonight, London is coming to listen to me do a set at the café. I’m so nervous, yet excited at the thought that he cares enough to share my world. I’m opening up with “God Bless the Child” by Billie Holiday, followed by “At Last” by Etta James. At the end I’m going to sing him a number that I wrote for him. I hope he’ll appreciate it.

  To keep from going crazy, I walked from Sally’s on 125th Street in the frigid winter weather to 34th Street. I counted each crack in the sidewalk. There were 2,378 cracks in the sidewalk. This exercise calmed any anxieties.

  I ran inside Macy’s to pick me up a special dress to wear tonight. I looked around for hours before settling on a basic black form-fitting dress. With that in hand, I decided to walk back uptown.

  This isn’t going to last.

  Of course it will. It’ll last just as long as I want it to.

  You’ll ruin this just like you’ve done your past relationships.

  That’s nonsense. I didn’t do anything but love them.

  Your type of love is smothering.

  I’m different with London—

  An overweight, short white man interrupted me by shouting, “Hey, lady, who are you talking to?” Then he let out a hearty laugh, holding his big fat belly.

  I immediately shut up.

  I had five minutes before I was to go onstage when I peeked out and saw London arrive. He looked so handsome. I could tell he’d just gotten a neat haircut.

  I walked onto the stage with palms sweating. My voice was as smooth as butter as I sang my first tune.

  “ ’God bless the child that’s got his own . . .’ ” The crowd cheered as I did my Billie Holiday rendition. When I belted out, “ ’At last . . .’ ” the crowd erupted in applause. The energy from the crowd lifted me ten feet. I looked around at all the patrons, but the most important face was that of London. He looked so proud as our eyes connected. He winked, and I nodded my head.

  When it was time for my last number, I said to the crowd, “This is a new number for me. In fact, I just wrote it the other day for a very special person. It’s called ‘More Love.’ ”

  I looked directly at London.

  “ ’I was so afraid to let you in . . . didn’t want to be your lover although we knew we wouldn’t remain friends . . .’ ” I belted out the words I had written for London. “ ’You showed me more love in a brief moment than many people feel in a lifetime. You showed me more love and I love you. And I’m so proud to call you all mine,’ ” I sang.

  “ ’I’ve waited, waited, so long for you and just when I stopped praying, you came through to show me more love . . .’ ”

  The crowd went crazy. And so did London. He hopped up on his feet and gave me a standing ovation. The crowd soon followed. I stood onstage completely fulfilled.

  London

  I think I fell in love all over again the moment Jovie belted out her love song to me. I listened intently to the words and was surprised at how much closer I felt to her afterward.

  “You were wonderful,” I told her.

  “Really?” she asked hesitantly.

  “Of course. And don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise.”

  “I won’t,” she promised.

  “Are you hungry?”

  “Are we going out to grab a bite to eat?” she asked.

  “I was hoping you’d let me cook for you tonight. I’ve already gone shopping and it won’t take long.”

  “You’re going to cook for me?”

  “If you’d like.”

  “I’d love it,” she squealed, and kissed me on my cheek.

  We got back to my place, and I started a fire. I had a small fold-up table and chair set that I pulled into the living room right by the fire. Then I gave Jovie the beautiful flower arrangement I’d bought for her earlier. And of course, she loved it.

  I ran in the kitchen and quickly whipped up shrimp scampi with linguini and a crisp Caesar salad. After dinner, I brought out ripe strawberries and a bottle of chilled Moët, and poured Jovie and me a glass.

  “I feel wonderful tonight. I’m in heaven,” she said, and kissed the side of my face.

  “Tell me your pleasures,” I invited.

  “You.”

  I smiled. “Besides me, tell me what gives you pleasure.”

  She thought for a moment, and then said, “Singing gives me pleasure.”

  “What hurts you?”

  “When people judge me before getting to know me. I hate that.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “People sometimes think I’m strange and then treat me accordingly. I’m no different from anyone else.”

  “You’re a little quirky, Jovie. But that’s what I love about you.”

  “That’s the first time you’ve said that.”

  “That you’re quirky or that I love you?”

  “The latter.”

  “Oh.”

  “Is that it? Is that all you can say?”

  “I can say more but I’d rather show you.”

  “Show me that you love me?” She smiled.

  “Yeah, something like that. Now stop changing the subject. What are your fears? Do you have any?”

  “What’s this? Twenty questions?”

  “I’m trying to get to know you. Last time I tried, you told me you didn’t have any history. I let you off the hook. This time I won’t. What are your fears?”

  She thought for a moment, looked me directly in my eyes, and stated, “I fear that I’ll wake up one morning and not know who I am. I’ll be somebody else lying in bed next to a complete stranger. That’s my biggest fear.” And she began to cry.

  I had no idea what she meant.

  “I don’t have any history . . .” Those were her words.

  I embraced Jovie and let her cry her beautiful eyes out. She seemed so lost and alone, and I felt helpless that I couldn’t help her. We crawled into bed and I held on to her tightly. I wanted her to know that she had me. And that when she awoke in the morning, I’d be right there. And I felt certain she’d remember me.

  Jovie

  I awoke the next morning not remembering much of last night. But today I decided not to let fear win. London had to go to work, and so did I.

  “Wake up, sleepyhead,” he said as he playfully threw a pillow at me.

  “I’m up. I’m up,” I moaned.

  “Come on, let’s take a shower,” he said.

  “Go ahead. You first.”

  “No, let’s take a shower together,” he said, and pulled the covers off of me.

  “I can’t take a shower with you.”

  “Jovie, you’re a grown woman. You can do anything you please.”

  “Well, that doesn’t please me.”

  “Jovie, get your shy behind out of bed and come get in this hot, steamy shower with me. I promise that’s as far as it’ll go.”

  Reluctantly, I crawled out of bed and followed London’s lead into his bathroom, where he had the shower already running.

  “Be still,” he said as he started to undress me. Layer by layer, my clothes fell to the bathroom floor, and he never lost eye contact with me. He held my stare and the feeling was incredible. Once we were in the shower he stood me in front of him and began to gently wash my back and arms. Slowly, he brought the washcloth around and began to wash my stomach, then my breasts. I shuddered.

  “Be easy,” he soothe
d. “Nothing will happen that you don’t want to.”

  As the washcloth traveled up and down my legs, in between my thighs, up to the nape of my neck and back down to the small of my back, I felt intoxicated. Soon, I grabbed a washcloth and returned the favor. As we lathered each other’s bodies, our intimacy was enhanced tenfold.

  “I want you . . . ,” I said breathlessly.

  He looked me directly in my eyes but didn’t say anything. I had no idea what was going through his mind or what had gotten into mine. But I knew at that moment what I wanted. When I leaned over and kissed his hesitant lips, his wall of resistance crumbled. He lifted me out of the shower and carried me to his king-size bed and gently laid me down.

  “Are you sure you want this?” he asked. I was too weak to answer. I just shook my head and pulled him on top of me.

  Our lips met and ignited a fire that had been simmering in me for a long time. I thoroughly enjoyed how soft his lips were and how skillful his tongue was. He sucked on my neck until I was sure he’d left a passion mark, then he moved down to my breasts. Gently, he cupped each breast and began to nibble and suck until I was moaning my pleasure. No part of my body went neglected. He kissed the insides of my ankles, the backs of my thighs, the palms of my hands. He truly took his time with me until he knew I was ready.

  He steadied himself on top of me and entered me as gently as his thick penis would allow. I winced from the pain but only momentarily. Soon strong waves of pleasure flowed through my body as we made love. He held me so tightly I could hear his heart beating.

  “I want you to cum with me . . . ,” he said breathlessly as he brought me to my climax. I wrapped my legs tightly around his back as strong waves flooded through my body. I jerked involuntarily.

  “I love you,” I said without thinking. Then I realized that I liked the way that sounded and that it was the truth. So, I said it again, “I love you, London.”

  “I love you, too,” he said, and kissed the side of my face. “Are you all right? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  “You didn’t hurt me,” I assured him. “It couldn’t have been any better than this.”