by Pace, Pepper
“Play it one more time.” She said when it ended. He did and then excused himself to get something off the printer. When he returned she was bobbing her head up and down to the trance beat.
“Want to hear another?”
“Sure.” while Jon showed her what he’d been working on in her absence, Jon kept POGO playing in the background and she kept asking him to replay them.
Jon resisted the urge to touch Noreen because she came in looking as if she would tell him to keep his hands to himself if he tried it. He deleted the ‘rescued’ files. It looked like he’d need another day two to get back into her good graces. He got up and headed for the kitchen. “I’m going to make myself a cup of tea, do you want any?” He called over his shoulder.
She pondered that as if it were a trick question.
“What kind of tea?” She bet it would be some green antioxidant blood thinning tea…
“Green.”
Bingo.
“Do you have any Lipton’s?”
He came out of the kitchen holding three small jars. He placed them on the desk in front of her, and then he knelt down and took the top off the first.
“Green. Smell.” She leaned over the jar and smelled. Pleasant.
He removed the lid from the second. “Jasmine.” She repeated the move. Aromatic, like a perfume.
He removed the lid from the last jar. “Oolong.” She smelled it. Spicy.
“I’ll have the Oola-whatever you called it-”
“Oolong. Chinese tea.” He headed back into the kitchen with the teas and then looked over his shoulder at her. “Come on. Tell me how you want it.”
Ohhhhh. She thought silently. If he just knew what those words did to her. She got up and followed him.
He retrieved two big mugs and measured tea leaves into two diffusers. He gestured with his head while he did this. “Sugar is in the second canister by the stove. Honey is in the pantry. I hope you don’t want lemon because I’m all out.”
“No, just sugar.” She grabbed the canister. “What do you do, when you’re out late at night and you’re suddenly hungry? No fast food tofu shop for you to stop at.”
“Well I don’t eat a lot of fast food.” He poured the simmering water over the tea. “You are truly intrigued with this vegan thing, aren’t you?”
“I guess I am.” He peeked at her as he stirred their individual teas.
“You should try it. Just, like for a week.”
“When was the last time you ate meat?”
He thought. “Well it’s difficult to be completely meatless. Foods are flavored with meat; foods that you wouldn’t even think are. But actually biting into a piece of meat…I was sixteen. I had a steak. It was tough as shoe leather and it was the last time I ever took a bite of meat. So, you changed the subject. How about trying to be a vegan for a week?”
Noreen had just stirred sugar into her tea. She chuckled. He didn’t. He was serious. “Honey, I would not know where to start.”
“I’d help you.” He removed the diffuser from his tea and set it on a small dish. “You could try just removing red meats and eating chicken and seafood.”
“But red meat taste so good.”
He shrugged. “It would give you an idea of what I do-”
“I think…I think I’d like to try it.”
Jon sipped his tea thoughtfully. “Starting tonight; one week. No red meat. Let me make you dinner every night and you’re on your own for breakfast and lunch. Deal?”
She gave him an incredulous look. “You want to make me dinner for an entire week?”
“It would save you…roughly fifty bucks.”
She wanted to tell him to try a hundred, but didn’t want to appear gluttoness. She held out her hand. “Ok. I’ll try it.” They shook and then he sipped his tea.
“I’m not going to drink tea without sugar like you are doing. That’s just like…bitter water.”
“No, actually…your tongue picks up elements in the tea.” He concentrated on what he meant. “It’s not just tasting anymore. Drinking tea is like, experiencing something stimulating to the taste buds, and to your sense of smell.” He shook his head knowing that it sounded stupid as hell, but it was the truth. Sugar would just hide the wonderful experience.
“Let me taste.” She said suddenly.
He handed her his mug. “Just a small sip.” He cautioned.
She took the smallest sip. The perfume met her nose and at first she didn’t get a sense of the taste. But as she swallowed and the flavors washed down her throat, what remained back on her tongue was pleasant. He watched her closely and she met that look. She handed him his tea back. “I get what you’re saying. But I still prefer my sweet tea.” He nodded. He didn’t much care for sweet tea but he would love to be kissing the sweet sugar from her lips right now…
Instead, he led her back to the computer and the task that lay before them.
As the evening approached, so did the end of the project. What they had was sheer perfection. It could have been a case study on how to create the perfect training guide. Noreen watched him email it to her computer at work, to his own and then back it up on disc. Only then did she give a sigh of relief. When she got home, she intended to pull it up one last time just to make sure it was all there.
“Jon. I don’t even know how to think you. I owe you. If you ever need anything-”
He rolled his eyes dismissively. “You don’t owe me anything. But…I do have one favor.”
She shrugged.
“Last night…”
Noreen looked away, feeling her face grow warm. She thought she’d actually get away without facing what had happened last night.
“If I came on too strong, I wanted to apologize.” He continued. “I didn’t want that to affect us working together. I certainly don’t want you to think that I’d ever mention it at work.”
“No, I didn’t think you would do that.”
“Good because…well I was hoping we could do that again.”
The heat moved from her face to her body. She concentrated very carefully on her words. “That would not be a good idea.” He put his hands in his pockets and allowed them to drag his loose fitting jeans down slightly. She watched his innocent expression thinking that she would surely go to hell thinking the thoughts that she had.
“Where could this go, Jon?”
“When was the last time any man made you shudder for ten minutes after an orgasm?” He licked his lips and she had to close her eyes from the sight of him.
“I’m too old for you-”
“Noreen you don’t even look your age. You barely look thirty-five-”
“But I’ve already been through the things that you have yet to discover-”
“Really? You’ve had a child. You’ve been married and divorced. I’ve been to Japan, China, The UK. I have my own money, my own car, my own home. I’ve slept with girls that meant nothing to me because all they want to do is get drunk, smoke pot, and squeal at the next good looking man. What if I told you that I’ve already been there and done that and I already know that I’ve moved on?! What if I told you that I’ve never been more attracted to anyone in my life, Noreen, the way I’m attracted to you!”
Noreen looked away at his impassioned speech. Her heart was beating so fast.
“We can go into this as two adults, with open eyes. I’m extremely attracted to you and have been since the beginning. I don’t have any misguided notions about anything.”
Noreen looked at him then. “What do you want? Sex? Another mother? A girlfriend-”
“Can you grasp the concept that I don’t want ANYTHING but to be with you?”
They stared at each other for a long time.
“I don’t know why it is, that I can’t stop thinking of you.” She finally murmured, softly. Even before the sex, Jon was not far from her thoughts. Yeah she was training him, but he stayed there in the forefront, where-as other co-workers faded to the background.
Now he knew that it wa
s safe to touch her. He placed his hands lightly on her arms and rubbed them soothingly. “I believe that there are people that you meet in life that have a connection. I don’t know why. But that’s the way I’ve been drawn to you; as if we share some connection.”
Noreen was very afraid when she slid into Jon’s arms and embraced him. He sighed and placed his lips on her forehead.
“Are we going to tell people what we’re doing?” She murmured.
Jon pulled back and looked at her. “Noreen, I’m not ashamed of you or what we’re doing.”
She stared at him and wondered if he’d ever seen the movie ROOTS and been outraged, had he ever listened to the words to SADIE and had it bring tears to his eyes because it reminded him of his dead grandmother? Had he ever played hide n go seek until the street lights came on and his mama called him into the house? Or slow danced to Heat Wave’s Always and Forever? Watch movies like CLAUDINE, and FOXXY BROWN and THE MACK?
Her heart was beating fast and furious. No…he hadn’t. But he would experience those things through her. She smiled. Yeah. And she would ask him about his RMB shirt and listen to more music with mysterious beats, and eat foods that she never would have thought to try. And together they would learn something new.
THE END
Emoboy; the Submissive Dom
Daniel’s face was flushed. He stared at the 17 inch computer screen; the largest screen available on a laptop and it felt as if Blair was right there in the room with him.
“No!” She said adamantly. It was the third time she’d said it.
“I miss you so much, please, for me-”
“Daniel…I can’t! My Mom and Dad will hear…” He saw her looking around. Her bedroom was darkened because he’d phoned her on SKYPE and it was after midnight her time. He knew she’d just gotten out of bed to talk to him. He’d wanted her to turn on the light so that he could see her but she had refused stating that the light from the computer screen was blindingly bright as it is.
She was wearing a scarf over her short hair to keep it in place while she slept. She called it a doo-rag. Her ebony skin blended in to the darkness so that it was difficult to make her out beyond the shadows of her unlit bedroom. He could however, see that she had slept in an old wife beater t-shirt and that her heavy breasts were not contained within any sort of bra.
Beneath his desk his hands repetitively stroked his stiffening cock. He was very hard and he missed her so much. Why wouldn’t she just do this for him? They hadn’t been together in months and it seemed that every since he had learned the feel of a woman vs. the palm of his own hand he needed it much more than he ever had before!
“Blair…pull down your shirt. I just want to see you, pleeeease.”
“Listen Emoboy, you need to stop begging! I’m not going to fucking masturbate on the computer for you when my parents are just in the next room!” She hissed. “That is nasty…I can’t even get…you know, with them that close.”
He rubbed his face, his dark hair momentarily exposing his pale face and the big green eyes; one of which was generally obscured by his long black bangs. He knew that people thought he was Emo. He was just Daniel. He didn’t care one way or the other if people considered his quietness and appearance to be some mask that other people wore as a whim. Truth is he didn’t much care about others; just Blair. Every since the beginning it had always been Blair; standing behind her while she fought of the bullies, pleasing her, an almost hero worship of her bigger than life personality. They were best friends and very recently lovers, and now…he didn’t know what they were.
“Look,” Blair continued a bit more patiently. “I miss you to Emoboy. I love you.”
He looked at the screen. “Are we…okay, Blair?” Was she having second thoughts about him? She had spent most of their youth punching him and throwing his affection back in his face; declaring that she had no interest in him. Then that day…he’d forced her, he wouldn’t take no, he made her love it. But maybe with all of the miles between them, she was having second thoughts about them being together, and about how they had gotten that way.
Certainly he had never thought there was a side of him that would or could dominate an aggressive girl…an aggressive black, neck rolling, eye popping black girl like Blair; especially one prone to violence. But he had subbed her. And he’d done it calmly and with very little pain; titty twister, pinches and promises of pain. But she had bent to his will, and then had begged for more.
His face warmed at the memory of it and his cock got stiffer. But he looked at Blair’s image through the computer screen and waited.
“We are good baby. When you come home for Thanksgiving you will see just how good. Just don’t ask me to do stuff when my parents are in the next room. Do you understand me?”
“Yes.” He nodded.
“Do you love me?” She asked.
“Yes. I love you. I miss you. I want you.” He saw her smile.
“You’re not going to cheat on me while you’re out there in California?”
“God, stop asking that. There’s nobody but you.” He didn’t even look at other girls. There was no shortage of tanned, blonde haired girls at school. But if only black girls with full bodies and sharp tongues did it for you then you were just shit-out-of luck at UC Berkley.
“Okay, I’m going back to bed. Call me tomorrow?”
“Okay. I will.” She signed out of SKYPE and Daniel stared at the empty computer screen for a few minutes before climbing into his own bed. He pressed play on his CD player and didn’t worry about headphones as he listened to the same KORN song over and over. Jeff, his roommate was going to be out all night with his girlfriend which would have made this the perfect opportunity to spend it with his girlfriend…albeit long distance, but Blair didn’t seem to need him the same, now that time and space had separated them. He turned in his bed and listened with wide eyes to the lyrics of KORN’s Tearjerker over and over.
~***~
Tina stared at the grade; a bright red D- that stood out on her paper. She was pissed. She had ‘talked’ to Professor McHenry for an hour last semester. Her jaws had been sore for the rest of the day because she’d sucked his dick for so long. He’d passed her, but now he wanted to play games and she was not going to fuck that old asshole. Sucking his dick had been bad enough!
But she could not flunk out of this school after her parents had sunk so much money into it. And plus she had invested too much time giving blowjobs for good grades to lose it all now. She needed someone to help her out with her assignments. Tina didn’t think of herself as dumb, but she was a realist. If she wanted to pass her courses she would have to spend entirely too much time studying which would eat into her partying. And why should she ever have to work when she had looks? She would land herself a smart, rich husband and she’d use her degrees from UC Berkley to snag him. She had no intentions of actually using her degrees to land a good job since capturing a rich husband and keeping him would be her job.
She looked around her economics class at all of the poor saps that she could wrap around her little finger. She’d have them eating out of her hands; doing her homework and probably even washing her car, just with promises that she would never fulfill. She’d done it before; it’s how she got the grades to get into the prestigious college in the first place.
Her eyes rested on the thin guy whose eyes were glued to the front of the class. She had noticed him before though he was too quiet and geeky to be someone she’d be interested in. Still there was something about his green eyes and dark Emo hair that you had to notice. He was smart. She had heard the Professor praising him about his Economics Project. He would be as good as any; he looked like he was still a virgin. A guy like that would be willing to risk expulsion for a peek of her perfect D cups.