by Zane
I heard her front door slam behind her and Arjay yell out, “Bitch!”
“I can’t believe your mother called you that,” I said in shock.
“Believe it.” Rayne pushed the button for the elevator. “I didn’t plan on you finding out this way, but I eventually planned to tell you.”
“Tell me what?” I asked.
“Yardley, my mother’s an alcoholic; always has been since I was a child. On top of that, she’s extremely promiscuous. I hope that doesn’t cause a bad reflection on me in your eyes. I’m someone totally separate from her. She did give me life, but I’m so ashamed of her.”
I reached out and placed my hand on Rayne’s lower back, near her waist. She was trembling. “It’s okay, Rayne. I understand about your mother. Maybe I can help you get her into a rehabilitation center.”
“She has to want to take that step, or there’s no point. I used to go to all the family support groups my senior year in high school and I realize it’s an illness, but she still pisses me off sometimes with her behavior.”
“I’m sure there have been good times, though.”
Rayne smirked as the elevator doors opened. Once we were on and headed for the lobby, she said, “I love her, I do, but it’s so difficult to deal with her. That’s why I moved so far away from Birmingham. I had to get away before I went crazy.”
“She’s not serious about the suicide comment, is she?” I asked with genuine concern.
“Huh? Oh, you mean the window thing. Momma’s a drunk but she loves herself way too much to ever do that. Trust me on that one.”
“If you say so,” I said. I drew her close to me and gave her a gigantic hug. “In that case, let’s go out and have a good time tonight. Okay?”
She gave me a peck on the lips, which turned into a deeper kiss; one I’d come to enjoy over the previous two weeks. She was quite the passionate kisser.
The elevator doors opened while we were still engaged in an embrace. There was an older man waiting to get on. He chuckled. “All this Valentine’s Day smooching is making me jealous. I might have to go find me a new babe.”
“Hey, Mr. Silverton,” Rayne said, blushing. “Sorry for the display.”
The old man chuckled. “It’s okay. I’ve been seeing action all day in Georgetown. People act like Valentine’s Day is Sex Day.”
“It’s all about being romantic,” I told him.
“Young man, I’ve been around the block many a times and we both know romance ultimately leads to sex.”
Rayne giggled. “He got you on that one, Yardley.”
He got on the elevator while we got off. When the doors closed on him, Rayne said, “I should’ve sent him up to my place to romance Momma.”
We both laughed. I said, “From the looks of him and the looks of your Momma, she might kill him in bed.”
Rayne replied, “I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s already left a trail of bodies in her path.”
I was kind of disappointed that she hadn’t introduced me to her neighbor. It made me feel insignificant in her life. Then again, we’d only started dating and if I had my way, soon she’d be introducing me to all her friends and family.
Twenty-four
Rayne
We arrived at the Iron Gate Inn Restaurant on N Street in the Dupont Circle area and it was mesmerizing. I had heard people speak about it but had never been. It was almost impossible to get reservations on a normal night so I knew Yardley must have made ours the second I’d agreed to spend Valentine’s Day with him.
The entryway was cobblestone and they had a cloistered stone terrace courtyard. The Baroque wood booths inside were cozy and I could see why people voted it one of the most romantic restaurants in Washington, D.C. They had a Mediterranean menu, which I wasn’t familiar with except for a takeout I had ordered from once or twice. I asked Yardley to order for me and we both had wild mushroom salad, braised lamb shank with orzo, and chocolate truffle pie for dessert.
The food was delectable but I had trouble concentrating on the ambiance because I was still pissed off at Momma. I couldn’t believe the way she’d acted in front of Yardley, offering to have a threesome with him. She was getting even sicker as she grew older. Heaven knows what she’d said to him while I was getting dressed. I’d started to ask him to go wait in his car but that would’ve seemed rude so I’d taken the chance of leaving him alone with her for a few minutes.
“What’s the matter, Rayne?” Yardley asked as he poured the last of a bottle of Chardonnay into my glass.
“I’m sorry that I’m not better company tonight.” I toyed with the last of my pie with a fork. “I’m so ashamed about my mother.”
He reached across the table and took my free hand. “It’s okay, baby. I realize that your mother and you are two completely different people. Although I must imagine that there was never a dull moment growing up in your house.”
I managed a smile. “That’s true, but she gets out of control and I don’t know what to say to her to calm her down. Now you see why I moved so far away from home.”
He and I had briefly discussed my childhood, my lack of a father figure and my mother’s drinking problem, but at the time, I was more like skirting the issue. Now it had shown up on my doorstep.
“How long will she be here? A couple of days?” he asked.
“From your lips to God’s ears.” I sighed. “She said she might stay for three weeks but I might be an alcoholic by then,” I stated jokingly. “I don’t think I can deal with her that long.”
He eyed me seductively. “Well, if you need a place to get away, you can stay with me.”
My pussy got wet as I gazed into his eyes. “If you keep staring at me like that, I might take you up on your offer.”
“I wouldn’t mind. Not one bit.”
We sat there, eyeing each other down for a lingering moment and then Yardley grinned and said, “I thought that we could go hear some jazz music after dinner but if you’d prefer, we can head straight for the destination I had planned after that.”
“And what destination might that be?” I asked, hoping he meant his place. I was ready to give myself to him, even though I feared he might get the wrong impression of me after meeting Momma.
“Actually, I got us a suite at the O Street Mansion.”
“Really?” I was so excited. I had toured the place once and it was off the chain.
“Yes, really. If that’s cool with you.”
He seemed kind of nervous. We both knew he was basically asking me to fuck him.
The O Street Mansion was ultraprivate, offering guests a variety of unique rooms and suites. They had everything from insomniac suites and suites for people who love television with as many as eight televisions to suites full of antiques and a two-level log cabin suite. The Mansion was designed in 1892 to be inhabited by three brothers with the last name of Clark. In the 1930s, it was converted into three separate rooming houses for FBI G-men.
Ironically, on Valentine’s Day in 1980 a new owner purchased it and converted it into a hundred-room mansion by reconnecting the three and making it one of the most unique and intimate environments in the world, full of secret doors and numerous fire-places.
Yardley had reserved the Art Deco Penthouse Suite, no doubt the most expensive suite in the place. It was fantastic. It had a private elevator and kitchen, two stereo systems and a secluded outdoor balcony.
Yardley put on the Kem Kemistry CD, one of my all-time favorites, and followed me outside on the balcony, where I was admiring the courtyard below.
“Aren’t you cold?” he asked me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“No, I’m not cold,” I replied, “but I have this pain.”
He released me and turned me around to face him. “What kind of pain?”
I pouted. “It’s really starting to irritate me. It aches all the time.”
He grinned at me, obviously onto my game. “Oh, you poor baby. Where does it hurt?”
“You promise not to l
augh?”
His grin widened as I continued to pout like I was in serious agony. “I promise. Let the doctor fix you up.”
“Let’s go inside so I can show you.” I took him by the hand and led him back into the living room area of the suite. Then I got on the sofa on my knees, reached behind me and pointed to the base of my spine. “Okay. It always starts here, in my lower back.”
Yardley climbed on the sofa beside me and started pressing into my spine with his thumb. “Right here?”
“Yes, and then it moves down lower.”
He lowered his hand to the top of my ass and then started rubbing it. “Right here?”
“No, lower,” I said teasingly, slowly hiking up the back of my dress, allowing him to see my black lace thongs.
He let out a deep sigh and I could feel his breath on my ear as he moved his head closer to me, whispered in my ear, rubbed the middle of my ass and asked, “Right here?”
“No, still lower.” He took the hint and let his fingers explore between my legs. He started rubbing my clit through my thongs and I moaned. “Um, yeah, that’s it.”
He kept rubbing and whispered, “Hmm, well, I think I can remedy that.”
“Really?”
“Indeed. You know chiropractors specialize in taking aches away.”
I started grinding my pussy on his finger. “That’s what I’ve heard but I’ve never had a chiropractor work me over before.”
“What a shame.”
“Yes, it is quite a shame. But wait, there’s more,” I said excitedly.
He grinned at me. “Oh, you poor thing. Where else does it hurt?”
“Let me see your hand.” He took his finger out my pussy and I lifted it to my mouth. “It hurts right here,” I said, taking his finger fully into my mouth and suckling on it.
“Really?”
I could tell he was turned on by me sucking my pussy juice off his finger. “Oh, yeah.”
“How often?” he asked, taking the same finger and brushing my hair away from my cheek.
“It started out periodically but now it’s quite frequent.”
“How frequent?”
I gazed into his sexy eyes. “Almost every day; especially at night.”
“That’s common. Most pain gets worse at night, in cold weather, that sort of thing.”
I stood up and started getting undressed. There were no inhibitions left with me. I wanted him and I was going to have him that night. “Hmm, that could be it. My bed is awfully cold at night.”
“Is it? Have you tried turning up the heat?”
He sat there, watching everything come off me. We continued to carry on the conversation like it was casual. Like I was a new patient in his office seeking a consultation.
“Yes, but it doesn’t work. Adjusting my thermostat in my hallway isn’t the problem,” I said nonchalantly as my last piece of clothing hit the floor.
“I see.”
I pulled him up off the couch and undid his tie, removing it swiftly and then starting in on the buttons on his shirt. “No matter what I set the temperature on, no matter how many blankets I put on my bed, it’s still cold. Freezing even.”
“Aw, well, I see what your problem is.”
Yardley grabbed my hands and kissed the knuckles on each one, refraining me from taking the rest of his shirt off.
“You do?” I asked him, breathing heavily with our mouths mere inches apart. “Explain it to me.”
He released my hands, took his open palms and ran them down over my breasts and my nipples that were as hard as black pearls. “All of these aches you’re feeling are caused by a mis-aligned spine. You need me to straighten it out.”
I lowered my hands and started undoing his belt buckle. “And how would you go about that? It sounds painful.”
Yardley closed his palms around my breasts and squeezed, exerting just enough pressure to make me wince with pleasure. He knew I liked it.
He whispered, “Actually, I think you’ll get a significant amount of pleasure from it.”
“Oh, yeah?” I asked as he started sucking on my neck.
“Oh, yeah.”
He sat down on the couch and pulled me on top of him, my knees straddling his thighs. He drew my left nipple into his mouth and devoured it like it was a peach.
I moaned. “So explain it to me. How you would go about it, I mean.”
I braced my hands on his shoulders as he pushed my breasts together and licked and sucked back and forth between the two. He worked them over for a good five minutes before responding, “I can straighten out your spine in one of two ways.”
“What are the two ways?”
Before he could answer, I slid my tongue into his mouth. I’d never wanted to feel as one with another soul as much as I did at that moment. The intensity of our passion grew as he embraced me tightly around the waist. We played a concerto with our tongues and Yardley started fingering my pussy again. It was so exhilarating that I had to break the kiss so I could catch my breath.
He hadn’t forgotten my question. “Option A would mean me taking you to my office, putting you on an examination table, taking some X-rays and then using a professional technique to make you feel better.”
I grinned. “Hmm, sounds interesting but let me hear Option B.”
“Option B is a good one; a better one even.”
“I’m listening.”
Yardley scooted to the edge of the sofa and stood up with me in his arms. I locked my legs behind his back as he carried me to the bed.
“I could tell you but I think at this point, I better show you. This seems like a medical emergency to me, Rayne.”
“Oh, yes, Doctor, it’s definitely a medical emergency.”
After placing me on the bed, Yardley whipped out a jar of maraschino cherries from somewhere, placed a folded towel on the bed underneath me so as not to ruin the sheets, and then spread my legs open. He dug a cherry out the jar with his finger and placed it right inside the cusp of my vagina. He lobbed the cherry around with his tongue and then slipped it as deep inside of me as he could get it. The cherry felt cool against my insides and I giggled as Yardley proceeded to dine on me for the next fifteen minutes or so. Then it was my turn to reciprocate. I pulled his shoes off, finished unbuckling the belt I’d started working on earlier, undid his zipper, and pulled his pants off while he was on his back. I took off his black cotton briefs next and there it was; his dick; my new best friend.
“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Yardley’s dick,” I stated teasingly. “Do you have a nickname or should I simply call you Mr. Dick, Dick, or The Dick?”
We both laughed.
Yardley responded, “I guess I can answer that. Why don’t you call him “My Dick” because he belongs to you now.”
“Does he really?”
“Yes.”
I ran my fingertips over the veins that were pulsating throughout his dick. “Are you asking me for exclusivity, Yardley?”
He reached out for my left nipple and started rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger. “Absolutely. I’ve wanted you for a long time, Rayne. I’m not about to screw this up by doing something stupid. I’m also not about to put on pretenses. I want you,” he said to me in the sexiest voice I’d ever heard. “I want all of you; not only the part I’ll get to enjoy here tonight. This is the real deal for me, and I hope it’s the real deal for you.”
There was an air of seriousness in the room, and I felt a jolt go down my spine. I’d wanted him for a long time too, but I was so used to disappointments. Things often started out seemingly perfect with a man, only to turn into disaster later; even if it was years later.
He raised an eyebrow. I was still getting to know “My Dick” and he was still rubbing my nipple. “No response, Rayne? I pour my heart out to you and no comment?”
“Yardley, I’m glad we’ve decided to take this to the next step,” I said softly. “Can we just let it be what it’s going to be though?”
“Mean
ing?”
“Meaning who’s to say that I won’t give you my heart, and months, weeks, or even days from now, you might change your mind?”
He seemed sincere when he said, “I’m not going to change my mind, Rayne.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because I’ve waited my entire life for you. I have. I didn’t know your name in the beginning but your face went to bed with me every night. When I came into the bank, it was because I wanted to see you. My secretary could’ve made the deposits and handled banking matters for me, but I’d come in there hoping to catch even a glimpse of your lovely face.” He took his free hand and caressed my ass cheek. “This lovely body.”
“You really like my body?” I asked.
“Who wouldn’t?”
“Lots of men would consider me too ‘thick’ or ‘big-boned’ for them.”
“That’s their stupidity and their loss.” He pulled my face down to his by my neck and kissed me tenderly. “You’re perfect, Rayne Waters.”
I was on the brink of tears. “No man’s ever talked to me like that before.”
“Like I said, their stupidity and their loss.”
“Well, I wouldn’t want you to lose out on the cherry action,” I said, trying to lighten the mood. “Let me taste my dick.”
I had him sit on the same towel and I poured the sweet cherry juice all over his dick, which was sticking straight up in the air. I placed one cherry on top of it and then pretended that I was enjoying an ice cream cone. It was ten times better than the death by chocolate flavor I was addicted to. This was a new kind of chocolate and I was addicted to it already.
Yardley moaned loudly as some precum squirted out the head of his dick. I took him deep inside my mouth and devoured it. “Um, I think the pain in my mouth is gone.”
He laughed and propped himself on his elbows so he could watch me enjoy him. I stared at him. There’s something about watching the expression on a man’s face while you suck his dick. Some of them squeeze their eyes shut like they can hardly take it, some of them give you this evil glare like they really want to strangle you but can’t because they’re frozen in ecstasy, and some of them look at you the way Yardley was looking at me; with eyes that let a sister know how much they appreciate you going down on them.