He was speaking so slowly, Lacey couldn't tell if he was thinking of what to say, or how to say it. Should she trust him? Was he a ghost, or something worse? why could he touch her? Why did she want him to touch her?
All these questions were in the back of her head, because every heartbeat was bringing her closer to him. She couldn't think; she stepped back, shook her head again. "Something bad? Like, you saw the future?"
"No," he said quickly. "It's never a vision, just a feeling. But it's usually true." His voice got softer, and she noticed they were only about a foot apart. "And I've never had a feeling this strong before. I felt like I had to...stop you. Stall you?"
She was looking at the hollows of his throat. He had a smell, like nothing she'd ever smelled before. Light and sweet and twinkling. She raised a hand to touch his left arm, and felt an impossible warmth. His bicep was heavy and firm, and her fingers ran down to the cuffs of his sleeve.
"Stall me?" She brought both hands to his shoulders, raised her chin, and looked into his eyes. His lips were pouty, and his nose looked like it had been broken once. He looked just as awestruck as she felt. She felt his large, hot hands on her hips.
"Something is going to happen. Something is going to turn for you but you need to be here for it." She was inches from his lips, stretched up on tiptoe. They were swaying, Artie Shaw's Nightmare wailing in the background, soundtrack to their magic moment. Where had her fear gone? Why wasn't she running?
"Justin," she began. Then he was moving her, guiding her hips and swinging her in a wide arc, dancing as the music turned to a lilting, bluesy melody. She wasn't sure what was playing but it didn't sound familiar. His hands tightened on her hips and she was smiling. They were in her bedroom now, and she had forgotten what he'd said. He'd pulled her naked body close and she could feel his hardness through his tight jeans. She wanted to slip her hands into his waistband, pull them down. The music was thumping in time to her heart now, and his; her palms had found their way under his shirt, and over the thick muscles protecting his ghostly heart...why did he have a heartbeat?
"It would take too long to understand," he whispered, and finally his mouth found hers. An electric bolt of desire shot through her body, and she let out a whimper before gripping his jeans and falling to her knees to tug them down.
She heard him gasp, but his jeans were around his ankles before he knew what to say. She waited for him to lift his feet out of them before tossing them to the side. His dick thrust forward from a thicket of brown hair, grabbed the base with one hand, and slipped the glistening head into her warm mouth hungrily.
Justin cried out and Lacey's free hand moved to cup his ass. She worked his thick cock deeper into her mouth, sliding her lips around the shaft until his head hit the soft back of her throat. She savored the salty taste of his precum---how did he have a taste?---and began to work her tongue around the shaft, sucking gently before sliding her lips back up.
"God!" Justin's knees collapsed and sank onto her bed. Lacey gripped his cock again, urging him to move backward and pumping his shaft with her fingers clenched around his hardness. His eyes were wild, lips parted, chest heaving. She swallowed the length of him again in one move, and his hips thrust forward. "Lacey! Fuck, that's amazing. God."
She was wetter than she'd been in years. Nothing had ever driven her to this level of lust, and Justin was grabbing her head and begging her to not to stop. She felt herself start to gag, so she moved off his shaft, gasping for air.
Justin sat up and grabbed her around the waist, and suddenly she was on her back. He towered over her and pressed her into the bed, muscular legs pushing her own apart before slipping one hand under her ass, gripping his shaft, and teasing the folds of her pussy with his head.
"Please," Lacey's entire body was shaking. She was pulling at her nipples, teasing them to hardness. Justin leaned over and let the tip of his tongue dart across her nipples. Lacey moaned loudly, bringing her breasts closer to her lover by arching her back. He sucked her nipple into his mouth and began to nip them with his teeth lightly, and the pleasure shot through her body , head whipping side to side. "Justin! Fuck me. God, please, I need that thick cock."
He obliged. She felt an intense pleasure as his thick head slipped into her tight opening, slowly diving deeper until he could go no further. His chest was pressed to hers, and he was kissing her now. They were moving so fast, but she had no desire to stop it. His tongue searched her mouth greedily, fucking her as if he would stop existing if he didn't. His hands were on her breasts, kneading them, then running down her sides, massaging her thighs as he rammed his cock into her soaking wet pussy. "I'm coming!"
She was screaming his name as the wave hit her, knocking the air from her, but he didn't slow. He kept pounding, bed creaking now, kissing her lips roughly. "Lacey, god, your pussy is so incredible. Fuck. I'm gonna come too!"
But she didn't want to stop. She locked her legs around him, and his strokes slowed, lengthened, so his shaft was moving his head until it nearly came out of her. He moved one hand to play with her clit, which took some fumbling, but as soon as he found it she was screaming again. He stayed like that, sheathed deep inside her, thumbing her clit with one hand until she couldn't breathe from screaming his name. She screamed again, pussy tightening around him, and he groaned.
"I can't hold back anymore," he whispered, and started frantically driving his cock into her, gripping the sheets around her head, and then locking his lips over hers. Unbelievably, he got faster, and she raked fingernails over his back as another orgasm decimated her control.
"JUSTIN!!"
"Lacey." A final thrust drove his hips into hers. She felt his cock pulse as her pussy convulsed around him, and her hips bucked forward, the delicious pleasure making her body tremble. She kissed him, and their breath was one. His arms curled around her.
He pulled back and looked at her. "Wow."
Lacey laughed. "Wow."
He slid off of her and rolled to his side, draping an arm over her stomach. "Better than what you had planned?"
She thought of the bottles of vodka. She thought about how easily she'd tripped on her rug, and how easily she could have caught her head on the edge of the tub, or the sink. No one would have come looking for days.
"Definitely." she kissed him again, and snuggled closer to her chest. "What happens now?" she felt different, like she was sobering up.
He closed his eyes. "I don't know. I haven't made contact with another person since I died. But when I felt what might happen... And you're so..." his eyes met hers, and they seemed to get bigger. "I had to do something." He sighed, heavy and fast, as if he'd been inflated and punctured.
Lacey could see the light around his head, giving him an unearthly glow. "I'm glad you did. And that was some good dancing."
Justin grinned. "I used to teach at the University. I did gym for high school first, then I fell in love with dance. Why are you staring at me?"
Lacey blushed. "I thought you wouldn't be quick or nimble... You're built like a strong man."
He kissed her again, and rolled on top of her. "Let me show you how nimble."
She'd fallen asleep to the music, and woke when it ended suddenly. She'd been covered with a sheet, and the light streaming through the window told her it was afternoon. She'd slept for a few hours. Lacey remembered what had happened then, and sat up as if she'd been having a night terror.
Justin wasn't next to her.
She called his name as she walked through the halls, but there was no sign of him. She stopped in front of the mirror in the hall, then stepped into the bathroom, and caught herself in the large, wall-width mirror there. She was crying, and still naked. Had she dreamed it? Was she hallucinating? There were still five bottles of vodka left, and not of another one. He'd left her. Would he come back?
Distantly she heard her cell phone ring, and she ran to get it.
"Hello?"
"Ms. Barnes?"
"This is she. "
"
I'm Elizabeth Richards, I'm a representative of Citrus Talent. I saw you dance by chance a month ago, at my daughter's school, and I've been trying to find you ever since. I don't have a lot of time, can you meet me at Citrus Plaza? The diner there. I'd like to discuss some instructor positions we have that I hope you're interested in."
Lacey was speechless. "Yes! Of course. What time?"
She turned on the shower as soon as she got off the phone, relishing the hot beads of water as they ran over skin. She washed until she felt awake, but she still felt like she was in a trance. She stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel, wrapping it around herself and taking a cursory glance in the mirror. And then she stopped.
There were words written there:
SAVE ME A DANCE.
It seemed that he'd left a message for her to find when the mirror fogged over again. Tears came to her eyes, and she touched the mirror gently before dashing off to her destiny.
--THE END--
Dating a Dominant Black Athlete
Jonas was a bisexual who used to live with his then boyfriend named David. They broke up for the apparent reason that Jonas was not good in bed and David felt incomplete and looked for a new love. He resorted to blind dating and consulted Alexis, Jonas' friend for a potential guy.
Unbeknownst to David, Alexis shared compassion to David as he found leaving David for such a shallow reason very ridiculous. He recommended a friend of his, one that David would not forget in his entire life.
What would happen on their first date?
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"Oooh wait, is that a you're hitting on your dart board?"
"Yes, but who cares?" Jonas Ricks walked over to the dart board, picked the five darts out, and headed back to the other side of the bar in his apartment.
"Hey peace, you big guy. I was just wondering." Alexis Sanchez walked towards the dart board and took a closer look at the photo being hit. "Hey, isn't that David? I mean, you David? Aren't you guys a couple?" Alexis didn't bother to not sound hopeful.
"David, my dear David, he decided we should cool it off, temporarily. Suggested that we should see other people. He said he wanted to date around. That we're just not making it right. If you don't want to be hit, I recommend standing away from that board."
Alexis backed off from the dart board as Jonas scored a hit right between David's eyes.
"I'd like to see that David meets a person to date with that he'd never forget." Jonas went another dart.
Alexis paused and think for a moment. "I think Jonas I might be able to help you with that, if..."
"If what, Alexis?"
“Knowing that you two are no longer a couple now – that you are as free as David is now, well, I'll admit I wanted you to fuck me before you even hooked up with David, became committed to him and eventually became his boyfriend. I am still interested though. And it isn't a secret to you that I am the equipment manager of the Circle Nighthawks.”
"Whoa, yeah, but how does being a football team's equipment manager have anything to do with this Alexis?"
Alexis then told him.
- - -
Alexis had told David, a guy would meet him at the bar out on the edge of Benson Minnesota, near the stadium where the famous North Carolina league amazing football team, the Circle Nighthawks, played. A wide receiver for the rival West Carolina Rams who was a friend of Alexis' was in town to watch the Nighthawks in a game and had asked Alexis not only to get him tickets to the game deceitfully — Alexis shouldn't be helping someone from an opponent team – but also to set up a date to go to the game with him. Alexis well knew the David's preferences. Alexis' ass still hurts from that knowing.
"I learned that you were dating and you open to a blind date," he said when he told David the idea about going out on a blind date with one of Alexis' friends.
"Well, yes, I might be interested. I guess I'd just meet him at the stadium and sit with him, right?"
"He'd prepared you a dinner too," Alexis said. "My friend would meet you at a bar named Tracks nearby and take you to dinner before both of you watch the game."
"Wow, okay, that sounds good."
"Oh, by the way, he's black. I almost forgot to mention it. Do you have any issues having a blind date with a black guy?" Alexis was black. What could David say, no matter what he felt if he didn't want to insult Alexis? But as a matter of fact, David hadn't think about how he should feel about being seen with a black guy.
"That's fine, I guess I won't have any trouble. I haven't dated a black guy before. But a dinner, a drink, and watch the game? No problem at all."
“Okay, thank you, David, I guess that's it."
When David entered the bar, he wondered if he would recognize the guy. The bar itself was pretty crowded —mostly with other people going to the game – well almost all guys as it was a gay bar. David shouldn't have worried about picking him out, though. Suddenly, a black guy stood up from one of the tables and waved hand on him. Alexis had mentioned he'd give a photo of David to the guy – in fact, he did it in arranging the blind date with the guy. However, David hadn't been shown a photo of his blind date though he didn't worry picking him out of the crowd.
Mark Connie, a football player, was hard not to be recognized and couldn't have been more different from David. Mark was at least nine inches taller than David's five foot six height, and apparently as wide across the chest as David was tall. And Mark had a built like a tank, coming in at close to one hundred and ninety pounds and at the top of the range for a wide receiver. He outweighed a “twink” and slender David, with his face more like cute than handsome and by his curly blonde hair by forty-five pounds. David felt like a real-life “David” against a Goliath in coming up beside his date, Mark. His hand been engulfed in Mark's at the handshake and he hardened himself to prepare for a crushing grasp from Mark. But it wasn't. It was gentle and firm enough, almost caressing.
"David?" A friendly and broad smile flashed through Mark's face. The face looked to had been beaten about but had come up into something that was ruggedly cute and very manly. Mark's voice was a smooth baritone, promising cultured diction. David had been told Mark hailed from the tidewater of Virginia and that Mark graduated from the classy College of William and Mary in Williamsburg, but David was still surprised at how sophisticated and smooth the man appeared to be.
Mark was nicely dressed too, he could already pass for a gentleman. Yet another surprise. David was not sure how to dress for a minor league football game in the summer. David went to plays and concerts. He watched pro football games streaming on his laptop, just like most of his friend did. David, though, watched it because of he wanted to see the player's ass tightly packaged in their uniforms. It's not that David was a feminine guy – not by any means. David worked out and he worked hard at looking clean cut. David just was a happy bottom in private. Not a sluttish one, though – he'd been satisfied with Jonas when they began. David wasn't sure what had made him a little antsy. It could have been because he was spending a lot of time writing erotic books and selling them to a cheapskate publisher.
So, when it came to his outfit, David had decided to wear jeans and a checked sports shirt and loafers without socks. David brought a sweater too, as he had no idea if it would turn cold in the stadium during the evening. He had the sweater reversed on his back, with its arms tied across his chest. For him, dressing like a student will never go out of style and if it is for the 60's, he didn't care as he was comfortable with his outfit.
He was kinda expecting his date to come in a sweatshirt and a cutoff jeans. But Mark was wearing a fitted white Lacoste shirt that obviously was expensive, pressed slacks, and a black sports coat. He was wearing boots, but they were black shiny leather polished to a mirror sheen and it was a little bit elevated, higher than his ankles. Of course his feet were big, as was everything else about him – his hands, his thighs in the tailored slacks, the nicely curved bulges of his chest and biceps and most importantly, the bulge at his crotch. However, he had the gr
ace of a dancer at the same time, a characteristic, David assumed, of having to dance down the stadium field and pull in a guided missile. One would think that Mark's dreadlocks that reached his shoulders and had their tips capped with a gold colored metal, would ruin the rest of his good appearance, surprisingly, the whole package was so neat that they seemed a natural complement.
The two of them sat and chatted over their drinks at the table. David had expected brandy, but Mark ordered a vodka, so he felt comfortable enough to order a Margarita. He would usually not order such drink confidently with someone he didn't know very well, but he felt completely comfortable in ordering a Margarita in this situation. In fact, his whole expectation of what a blind date with a black football player would be like was being changed.
"So, I heard you are a good hairdresser."
"Yep," David answered, ready for the unavoidable follow-up stereotyping comments. Maybe it was a mistake he ordered a Margarita.
"Wow, that must be a very rewarding job and indeed, it is very creative," Mark said without a hint of sarcasm or being judgmental in his voice. "I wouldn't have think of you to be a hairdresser if I just saw you on the street."
"Well then, what would you think I was?" David asked. No, he knew he didn't appear effeminate. No, he didn't have the mannerisms and flamboyance everyone seemed to expect of a gay hairdresser. Still, here he was, drinking a Margarita.
"Well, a teenager, a college student, or maybe a young male model or stage actor. Alexis though said you were twenty. Seeing you in person now, I can hardly believe Alexis."
So, what was Alexis saying, David wondered – that David looked too young to be in a bar and with Mark that he would be prohibited from buying an alcoholic drink for a minor? Or was he saying that David liked illegal activities? Upon looking into Mark's face, David couldn't get a clue that this wasn't more than just ice-breaking conversation.
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