“So, where are we headed to now?” she asked, as she opened the passenger side door.
“I was going to take you home, but if you can think of somewhere else you’d like to go, I’m all for it.”
“Why don’t we go out to Penn’s Landing and walk around, enjoy the night air?”
“At this time of night? Are you crazy?” He laughed.
“Yeah, maybe that’s not such a good idea. I can’t think of anything else to do. I just know that I’m not ready for this night to be over,” she said as they both sat down in their seats.
“We can always go to my spot, if you’d like to,” he said.
She gave him a quick stare and replied, “Your spot, huh?”
“I’m just saying ... I can’t think of anywhere else to go either.”
“That’s cool. We can go to your place.”
“OK, then we are on our way,” he replied, turning the car on.
Soon they were pulling up in front of his South Philly apartment. Brooklyn was nervous about going in for some reason. She didn’t want him to get the wrong idea about her. It’s not like she planned on having sex with him, but he was fine, she was tipsy, and it had been a while since she’d had some, so who knew what could happen?
Heading up the stairs to his second-floor apartment, she slowly followed behind him. She was shocked at how neat everything was inside his apartment. The place looked like no one lived there.
“Damn! It’s so neat in here. Is this really your place?” she joked.
“Yeah, it’s my place. I’m just a neat freak. Can’t stand clutter and dirt.”
“That’s cool,” she said as she took a look around. His color scheme was earth tone, browns and greens that blended nicely. He had brown leather furniture with cream stone tables and glass tops. He had a large-screen TV with a huge surround-sound system.
I could get used to coming over here, she thought. Everything about it felt so comfortable. She took a seat on the sofa and instantly took off her shoes.
“I see you don’t waste time getting comfortable.” Mike laughed.
“No, I don’t.”
He came over and sat next to her. She could feel the heat from his body. She wanted to get up and leave because the temptation was killing her. He turned to look at her, and she quickly turned away, embarrassed that she had been staring.
“What’s wrong? What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing,” she lied.
“Really, what are you thinking about?”
“I like you, Mike, and I didn’t expect to.”
“Damn! Well, at least you’re honest.”
“No, really. I had a crazy ending to my last relationship and was kind of bitter. I thought that I wouldn’t let myself love or even like another person after being hurt. But you’re a nice guy, and I couldn’t take what someone else did out on you. I think we can be really good friends, and who knows what will happen next,” she said, moving closer to him.
“Well, I’m glad you didn’t, and I’m glad you like me, because I really like you,” he said as he stared her in the eyes.
Brooklyn decided to just go with her heart and kiss him. She couldn’t resist, with him licking his sexy-ass lips after each sentence. She knew he wouldn’t turn her away, and she felt like being daring. She moved in and softly touched his lips with hers.
Mike returned the kiss and slowly placed his hands on her thighs.
Damn! He isn’t wasting any time.
Mike moved his kisses from her lips to her neck, and she tilted her head to the side to give him more space, trying to control herself. Her panties were getting wet as he caressed her thighs and French-kissed her neck with slow, steady tongue movement.
“Stand up and undress,” he ordered.
Brooklyn got up from the sofa and obeyed. As he watched her, he began to undress as well. She was glad to see that he was blessed down below when she saw his hard member standing at attention. In fact, her mouth was watering. If they’d known each other longer, she would have gotten down on her knees and put her tongue to work. She didn’t want him to think that she just got down for anyone, so she held in the urge and instead let him take control.
“Turn around. I want to admire every inch of you.” Mike’s demands were turning Brooklyn on. She couldn’t let him know how excited she really was, but it was so hard not to. Every time she got a glimpse of his muscular, sexy, chocolate ass, she wanted to jump on him. Instead, she kept her cool and went along with it.
“Do you like what you see?” She had made a full circle and was now staring at him as he stood holding his hard dick in his hand.
He smiled when he noticed the look she gave him. “What’s that look for? I didn’t scare you, did I?”
“No, if it’s one thing about me that’s a fact. It’s that I ain’t never scared.” She let out a girlish giggle.
“Well, come over here and get it then.”
Brooklyn didn’t waste any time, damn near running to make her way over to him. She was in desperate need of some sexual healing for sure. She stared him in the eye and met his lips with hers.
Mike’s hands were around her waist, tickling the small of her back. His lips were softer than hers, and his rubbing against her made her more excited than she’d been about sex in a long time. She could just imagine those lips touching her pussy. She was sure to melt all over them.
They both were breathing heavily when he picked her up off the ground. She wrapped her long legs around him, and with ease he slid his dick inside of her pussy. She almost burst on contact. All of her adrenaline rushed to that spot, and as a moan escaped his mouth, her walls began to contract, gripping him like she was milking a cow. He held on to her ass and lifted it up each time she pushed down, fitting every inch of him in her tunnel. Together they created a flawless rhythm and an episode of mind-blowing intimacy that she wouldn’t soon forget.
Mike stepped back toward the sofa, still holding her in the same position. Brooklyn loved a strong man. He’d had her in the air for the past fifteen minutes. She was soon lying down on the sofa with him on top of her, and they hadn’t been separated for a second, while making the transition.
“Is it good to you, baby? I need to hear you speak.” She was enjoying herself too much to let out a word. Afraid she would lose her concentration and not be able to come, she lay there silent with her eyes closed until he stopped mid-stroke.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“I mean, if you’re not enjoying it, there’s no reason to keep going,” he replied with a devilish grin.
“Of course, I’m enjoying it. Don’t you hear all the noise I’m making?”
“That could be an act.”
“I’m not acting, OK. Now keep giving it to me, so I can show you exactly how much I’m enjoying it.”
Mike smiled, and a few seconds later, he was pounding her again. Now, she was screaming, moaning, and yelling his name, amongst other things. She couldn’t walk away from this without coming, so she had to perform as he wanted her to.
They were both dripping with sweat and breathing heavily, when she felt his body heating up. She palmed his ass to pull him in closer, and instantly her body began to shake and her juices were leaking out all over the sofa.
He followed right behind her, trembling. He quickly pulled out of her, grabbed hold of his dick, and released onto her stomach.
Brooklyn was a little grossed out by that, but not enough to change her mood. Hell, it was better that he put it there than let it out inside of her.
“Man, that was good.” Mike wiped his forehead and sat down at the opposite end of the sofa.
Brooklyn was still lying flat on her back, one of her legs behind his back, the other across his lap. “Yes, it was.” She laughed. “Where’s your bathroom?”
“Straight up the steps to your left. Washcloths are in the cabinet.”
As she peeled herself from the couch to walk toward the stairs, Mike smacked her on the ass, and she turned ar
ound and gave him a giggle.
Once she entered the bathroom and locked the door behind her, she grabbed a washcloth from the cabinet behind the door and turned on the sink. Of course, her instincts told her to look around. Who wouldn’t try and find out more about someone that they’d just met and screwed? she thought.
Looking inside the medicine cabinet, she saw acne cream, cold medication, shaving cream. Then she noticed a prescription bottle with a female’s name on it. So he has a woman? she thought. It’s not like she had asked him, but why would he bring her into his home?
As she continued to search, more items stood out—a makeup kit on top of the counter, and a pink bottle of lotion under the sink. She wasn’t angry, but she was a little annoyed. She decided not to let it show, not wanting to ruin the evening. She cleaned up and quietly headed back downstairs to get dressed.
“You want to stay the night, or you want me to drive you home?”
“You can drive me home. I have to get up pretty early in the morning,” she lied. She didn’t want someone to walk in on them and start an altercation.
“Cool. Let me go wipe off, and I’ll take you.”
Brooklyn grabbed her clothes from the floor and was dressed and ready to go in record time. Soon, they were on the expressway and sitting quietly.
Before leaving, they hugged, and she promised to call him the next day. She didn’t believe that she would. It just seemed like the perfect thing to say at the time. She chose to end the night that way, to avoid talking about him belonging to someone else. To her, it not only meant that he was a cheater, but she also wouldn’t be able to have him to herself.
Without that, there wasn’t really any reason to move forward.
Chapter Twenty
First Impressions 1992
Months later Brooklyn was back on the dating scene. Her latest prospect was Tommy, a tall, light-skinned guy who worked in rehabilitation. She’d left Mike alone after their one-night stand after realizing he was already attached to someone. At this point in her life, she refused to play second fiddle to anyone.
“Hello!”
“Hello. Is Brooklyn there?”
“Speaking. Who is this?”
“This is Tommy.”
“Oh! Hi, Tommy. I didn’t think you were going to call me this soon.” Brooklyn, pleasantly surprised, had a huge smile on her face. She’d met him a few days earlier. She was hesitant after her experience with Mike but figured she’d give dating one more try.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you from the first time I saw you,” he blurted out.
“Well, why didn’t you say anything to me?”
“I don’t know. I guess I’m a little shy.”
“What? Shy? I doubt it,” she said, laughing
“Really, I thought you probably wouldn’t want to talk to me.” Tommy laughed too.
“Well, I definitely don’t mean to be intimidating. I’m actually a very nice person, once you get to know me.”
“Well, knowing you is what I want.”
“That’s what I want too.”
“Well, what are you doing Friday night?”
“Nothing that I know of. Why?”
“How about I take you out somewhere special to start on that getting-to-know-each-other thing?”
“That’s fine with me. What time?” Brooklyn was blushing and smiling so wide, you could see every tooth in her mouth.
“Probably around six, but I’ll call you Thursday and let you know the exact time.”
“OK. Then it’s a date.”
“Yes, it is. Well, have a good night.”
“Goodnight, Tommy,” she replied before hanging up.
Brooklyn couldn’t wipe that big smile off of her face. Maybe this could be the start of a new life, she thought.
Friday couldn’t come fast enough for her, but when it did, she was ready. She put on a knee-length black dress and a pair of black shoes. When the doorbell rang, she instantly got butterflies in her stomach. He looked even better than before, dressed in a black suit.
Damn! A suit surely makes a difference, she thought. He looked like he’d just stepped off the pages of GQ magazine.
“You look beautiful.” Tommy smiled, looking her up and down.
She returned the smile. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”
“Thanks.”
After a few minutes of small talk, they were on their way. Brooklyn was surprised to see he was driving a Mercedes Benz. She knew UPS workers made good money, but she didn’t think it was that good.
He took her to a beautiful restaurant. Then they danced. He smelled so good and was so damn fine, almost perfect in her book.
She saw he had a little smirk on his face. “So what are you thinking about?” she asked softly.
“I can’t believe such a beautiful woman is actually giving me a chance.”
“Well, how about if I told you that I felt the same way?”
“I would be flattered. But I know handsome men come at you all the time.”
“Well, I have been through a lot with men. It seems like every man I have been with in my entire life did me wrong.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. I can’t understand what would possibly make someone want to hurt you.”
“I don’t either, but the fact of the matter is, they do, and that’s not a route I’m trying to take again.”
“Well, if you let me into your life, I promise you I won’t hurt you.”
At that moment she remembered the way she felt when she and Sincere were first together. The feeling was similar. She looked at Tommy and felt like she could love him, but she wasn’t sure if her heart was ready. She wanted to kiss him but held back, not knowing how he would react.
After they took a walk outside and talked some more, he drove her home. He didn’t ask or try to kiss her; he just assured her that he would see her soon.
Brooklyn went in and closed the door, smiled, exhaled, and rested her back against the door. She felt like this was the start of something wonderful and was looking forward to what would happen next.
Chapter Twenty-one
Serious 1993
Brooklyn couldn’t have been more excited. Her body was yearning for some attention, and Tommy was just the man to give it to her. She wanted to make love to him, though she did think it was too soon. She didn’t want him to get the wrong idea about her. She sat there debating if tonight would be the night.
Fuck it! she thought. There wasn’t any turning back from this point. She needed him and was surely going to show him how much. She figured if she asked him to come back later on after he finished working and stay the night with her, he’d get the point.
The doorbell rang about twenty minutes later, and instantly butterflies were fluttering in her stomach. She slowly opened the door, a huge smile on her face.
“Hey, beautiful.” He smiled as he passed her a bouquet of flowers.
Even though Brooklyn thought it was a little corny, she still thought it was really cute. It was one of the nicest things a man had ever done for her, which didn’t say a lot for the jerks she’d dealt with in the past.
“For me?” she asked, as if she didn’t already know. “These are so nice, Tommy. I really appreciate that.”
“I figured I could show you a little token of appreciation for going out with me.”
“You being here was enough.” Brooklyn headed to the kitchen to put the flowers down.
When she turned around, Tommy was standing right in front of her, their faces almost touching. Her body was quivering, and she couldn’t even speak. Soon his lips met hers, and they engaged in a long, passionate kiss.
Brooklyn could feel his hands moving down the small of her back, toward the base of her spine. She wanted him to go farther, but she had to stop him. She wanted their first time to be perfect. She knew that might sound like a fairy tale, but hell, it was her fairy tale.
She pulled away and looked him in the eye. He appeared unsure about taking the next
step. She quickly told him, “I’ve dreamed about this moment for so long, and it felt a hundred times better than I could have imagined.”
“So why did you stop me?” He backed away.
“Because I want things to be perfect. I know you have to go back to work. A quickie won’t do.” She laughed, trying to bring some humor to the situation. “But, really, I want you to come back here after you’re done for the evening and rub me all night long.”
Tommy left with a smile on his face. He returned with a plan. Instead of staying there that evening, he took her to a hotel equipped with a hot tub and all. Brooklyn had never been to such a posh hotel.
As soon as they arrived, he started kissing her. When she didn’t resist, he began to slide his tongue into her mouth. She pulled him inside of the bedroom area and wrapped her arms around him.
Tommy untied her dress, revealing her nakedness underneath. Her nipples became instantly erect as he rubbed his hands across them. He grabbed hold of her ass, and her stiff nipple pressed against his shirt. He was excited about making love to her, and even if this was the last time, he believed it was worth the trouble of driving all the way over there to the hotel.
He eased her down to the floor in the hallway, and as she lay on top of her dress that had fallen to the plush carpet, he stared at her body, which was much more beautiful than he’d imagined, her skin as smooth as a newborn baby’s.
Her pussy was wet to the touch, and with her legs spread-eagled, he lay flat on his stomach to plant a French kiss on it. The taste was wonderful, and as her juices filled his mouth, she began to moan loudly.
After she had her first orgasm, he quickly took off his pants and lay on the floor. Crossing their legs, he moved close, so he could ease his dick inside of her. They immediately began grinding against each other, and it wasn’t long before she erupted and began shaking. Anxious to release more of his energy, he got up and let her go to the hot tub.
After running the water, both of them climbed inside. Sitting on opposite sides of the hot tub, they could feel their temperatures rising far above the hot water.
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