Ladies Listen Up

by Darren Coleman

  She was pointing directly at Jacob and mocked the singer as her voice fell and she almost cried out, “Goin’ down, goin’ down, ohhhhhh bayyyyy, don’t wanna live, if I can’t giiiiivvvve, my love to you.”

  Elise was like a snake charmer, her smooth, yet raspy voice, reeling him in. “Sooorrrrry, sorry, sorry soorrry, what did I do wrong, please forgive me, and come on hooommmme.”

  With that, he stood up and walked toward her. Her eyes were like those of a deer trapped in an oncoming car’s headlights. She was about to get smashed. There were only a few seconds for him to think about what he was about to do.

  The next song began to play—“Love Don’t Live Here Anymore.” He recognized that he had a vacancy in his heart, just like the words of the song said. Kendra, the only woman he’d connected with in the past couple of years, was gone. All he had was his work and his music. He loved his music like nothing else, and his job fulfilled him as well, but he needed more and he’d finally begun to admit it to himself. He needed to feel the way he’d been feeling since he’d first laid eyes on Elise. Excited, filled with passion and desire.

  He paused when he reached her. Then he looked down in shame. She put her hands on his face and she called him by his first name aloud for the first time. “Jacob,” she whispered. “Look at me.”

  When he looked up at her there were tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I feel this way…about you.”

  “It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize. I know,” she whispered. “I know how you feel. I’ve felt it. I’ve felt you.”

  “How, though…?” he asked. “How did you know?”

  “It doesn’t matter. I don’t think you’re a pervert. I’m not a little girl. I’m a woman. Look around. I take care of myself. I don’t need a little boy. I need a man. Please believe me. If it’s not you…then it will be someone just like you. You’re a good person. Strong and right. Any other person in your position would have tried me a while back. It’s taken us all this time and I’ve had to take my time with you.” She smiled. “I had to be sure that I could trust you and that you were the type of person I wanted to share my heart with. This means so much to me…you being here.”

  Jacob breathed deep. He shook his head and asked, “Is this real?”

  “It’s real. Don’t be afraid. I’ll take care of you no matter what.”

  They were silent for a few seconds and then Elise leaned in and touched her lips to his. At that moment, Jacob was hooked. He couldn’t turn back if he wanted to.

  “Come with me,” she said, and walked to the bedroom.

  Jacob entered and his eyes were drawn to her bed. It was a platform bed with a long shelf across the head. There were at least twenty candles all different sizes and heights, lined up on a long silver holder. Only two were lit. The bed was covered in shiny sheets that looked like silk. “Nice,” Jacob mumbled.

  She walked over to her walk-in closet, fumbled around for a second, and came back out. She was now standing in front of him completely naked. “Take those off,” she whispered in his ear.

  He complied and began to undress. By the time he finished, she’d put out the candles in the front room and was back in the bedroom. She moved to the dresser behind Jacob, pushed a couple of buttons. Her iPod was now playing through a set of speakers.

  Jacob swallowed and tried to keep his composure as she brushed her body up against his. She looked into his eyes and this time he met her with a kiss. They held their lips together for a few moments until he felt her hand wrapped around his shaft. She began to pull gently on it with one hand as she tickled the tip of it with her thumb. Jacob was ill at ease and he didn’t spring to attention the way he would have anticipated.

  “Sorry, I’m a little nervous.”

  “No need to be. Lay down on your stomach.”

  Jacob complied and she rested her body on his for a minute, absorbing his warmth. Her next move caught him by surprise as she began to massage him gently. First his back and then his shoulders. He could feel the knots loosening up as her hands proved to be expert beyond her years. “Damn,” he moaned out. “That feels so good.”

  She just kept going. Down the small of his back until she had his buttocks firmly in her grip. He’d never realized that he could collect so much tension there, but he had or there was no way her touch would have melted him like it did.

  Next, she went down the backs of his thighs and all the way to his feet. Jacob was in heaven as Elise worked his body and took the tension away. It had been so long since he’d been massaged like that. She went on for twenty minutes, until he was on the brink of falling asleep.

  “Turn over,” she said as she guided him onto his back. Elise took in his body. She hid away her fears. She hoped that she could please him. She’d had a couple partners in Indianapolis, one who’d hit and run, and another who she wished had done the same. After that, she’d decided to take her time. Jacob was the next to be chosen.

  Having watched many an hour of porn, she was confident that she could do something to make him feel good. She was now straddling him, her hands on his chest; they stared into each other’s eyes. Jacob couldn’t believe that this beautiful young girl wanted him. She could have had any man, he thought. At least in due time. He thought back to his days in high school. Although he’d had his share of attractive girlfriends, he’d never even dreamed of capturing a girl who was arguably the prettiest in the school. Now he had her. She was naked on top of him. Her creamy skin, full, perky, young breasts, and thick, light brown nipples were all within his grasp.

  As Jaheim played through the speakers, she began to gyrate on top of him. His penis was in between their bodies and was getting wet from her juices and at the same time had grown to full attention. As Elise continued to grind, Jacob’s mind was drifting slowly into outer space. Her lips were spread and dripping liquid all over him.

  Suddenly she began to quiver and a tiny orgasm escaped her body from the grinding. She didn’t lose her focus and slid down his body. Once again she held him in her hands. But this time she had to keep her grip tighter in order to control it. It kept wanting to press against his stomach.

  “Mmmmmmph” was the sound that escaped her mouth as she took the head of it in her mouth without warning. Just like she’d witnessed in the movies, Elise sucked and slurped on his dick, making all manner of sounds that suggested that she was enjoying the taste.

  Jacob lifted his head off the pillow and looked down at her head and her lips. What am I doing? he thought. Elise was incredible. “Oh shit.”

  She pulled her mouth away from the tip long enough to ask, “You like this?”

  “Fuck yeah. I like it.” His eyes were rolling in his head.

  “Slllllllrrrrrrr,” came from her mouth. “Mmmmm, mmmmmph,” she moaned as the head poked at her cheeks.

  “Hold on…hold up…Elise…” Jacob panted. “Stooo…Stopppp.” It was too late. The sensations took him first, then the convulsions that caused him to fold himself up from the bed as he began to cum.

  Elise never stopped sucking and Jacob felt as if he might pass out as he squirted right into her mouth. She’d never had cum in her mouth, but she ignored it as it slid right down her throat. She did it to show him how much she felt for him. She belonged to him now. Elise had decided that.

  She didn’t stop sucking until he pushed her head back. “Hold up.”

  Elise rolled back and gave him a minute to catch his breath. She then slid her body up toward his. “I’m so hot right now…Jacob.” She called him by his first name again.

  A few more minutes would have been welcome, but he realized that he was with a young thing and he needed to step up his game. Before Elise realized what was happening, she was on her back and Jacob was between her thighs. He kissed every available inch of her body below her belly button. He used just the perfect combination of tongue and lips to cause her to squirm.

  When his mouth found her opening, Elise felt as if she were dreaming. She’d seen women in m
ovies going crazy from this, and now she knew why. His tongue was slicing through her and brushing her clit in a smooth, surgical rhythm. The waves of pleasure were pulsating through her body every other second, and every other second she struggled, trying to regain her composure. She wanted to bounce off her bed. She needed his tongue deeper inside. She needed him to fill her up. “Oh, Jaaaaccoob…I…I…fee…feeeeel it. It’s coming.”

  Jacob was on his knees, both of his hands holding her ass in place as he licked and licked until she let out a scream that startled him. “Yeeeeeeoooow, shiiitt.” Next, her body began to shake and jerk. Jacob didn’t stop licking until he felt her nails digging into his shoulders.

  When he pulled away she curled up into a ball. Now he had her on the run. He quickly strapped it up and helped her get back into position. When Jacob separated her thighs he felt a slight bit of resistance. “You okay?” he asked.

  “Yes. I’m ready. Go ahead.”

  Jacob entered her slowly for the first time and was immediately sent into a state of pure pleasure. She was dripping wet but tight, as he imagined a virgin would be. “Oh, baby, you feeeeel so good.”

  She only panted back. Her eyes were closed and she gripped his forearms as he began to find a rhythm. If ever there was a case of one body calling out to another, it was happening between the two of them. Jacob had never felt so into making love to anyone. Elise up to this point had only been fucked. Jacob’s taking his time had her feeling the earth moving. Each stroke sent tsunami waves through her body from head to toe.

  “I love it. I do. Don’t stop,” she moaned. Each stroke was taking her deeper into uncharted waters. Jacob was losing himself and he didn’t care either.

  “Oh, Elise. Let me turn you over.”

  The young girl wanted to do whatever this man desired. She flipped over, and when he entered her from behind, she slammed back onto him. He gripped her hips and began to pound. Sweat had begun to form on both of their bodies and air was coming hard for Jacob as he felt the familiar call of another orgasm. He arched his back and held still as he announced his pleasure. “I feel it.”

  Elise felt him swelling inside of her and the idea of him emptying his sperm again had her on the brink of another gigantic nut herself. She clenched her teeth and concentrated on the feeling. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Come on.”

  Jacob lost control and let it all out. He pumped until his breathing became labored and his muscles went limp. He didn’t even notice her cries of passion as she got off one more orgasm while he filled the condom inside of her.

  Together, they collapsed on the bed.

  Jacob inhaled deeply and stared up at the ceiling while he came down from the high. Ohmigod, that young girl has the bomb pussy, he thought to himself. I think I’m in love.

  I haven’t ever had no nigga eat my pussy like that…and the dick was off the hook, Elise said to herself as her vagina was still pulsating from the delightful pounding. Anytime, anywhere…it’s his.

  “So, Jacob…” He laughed when she said his name. “What? You still not used to me calling you that, huh?”

  He chuckled again. “Nah, I guess not.”

  “Well, I got news for you…I been calling you that for the past couple of months.”

  “Huh?” Immediately he thought of the e-mails. “So it was you. You’re mocha2munch?”

  “Say what?” she asked.

  “You’ve been sending me e-mails? About hooking up with me and how you feel about me…?”

  “Um, actually, no.” She said it with a straight face as she lay on her side and stared right into his face.

  “I’m not angry. I just want to know.”

  “I swear. I don’t even have a computer. I’ve been meaning to get one. But your girl, Anna. She lives on the computer. She’s always in chat rooms and singles sites. But how would she even know your e-mail address?”

  That was true. Jacob wondered how she could have obtained his e-mail address. He brushed it off and his attention went back to Elise’s body. “You’re beautiful.”

  “So are you,” she returned. “And talented. You have a great future ahead of you.”

  He grinned from ear to ear. It felt good to hear that. He believed in himself, but to hear someone else confirm his belief made all the difference in the world. “Thanks.”

  “No need to thank me. And you know it’s just a matter of time before you wind up going solo.”

  “You think?”

  “C’mon. I respect you wanting to help your band and stick with them, but you and I both know that it’s your talent, your voice, that makes No Question special.” Jacob was silent. He agreed, but he would never say so to anyone. “When you sing, it’s like you’re trying to survive. Like the music is all you have. It’s the food that feeds your soul, the air you breathe. It’s so beautiful and perfect.”

  Jacob felt an overwhelming emotion come over him. That was the most special thing he’d ever heard anyone say to him. “You know, Elise…that’s how I feel when I sing. I love my music. It’s the only time I feel truly safe. Like nothing can touch me when I’m up there performing.”

  “Nothing can,” she said. “And when you’re not onstage…maybe I can make you feel safe. Maybe I can protect you,” she said softly.

  She brushed his chest with her fingertips, and when she touched his nipples, his manhood began to stiffen again. Jacob saw the light from the candles flickering on the ceiling as she made slow love to him. The scent of sex filled the room and the ride once again seemed magical. It was going to be too easy to get hooked on the loving. Over and over, she rose and fell on his shaft, riding him until they both came one last time.

  The last thing he saw was the clock showing 3 A.M. Elise’s head rested on his chest and they slept in the afterglow like two old lovers.

  19

  My Mic Sounds Nice

  Dear Dr. C.,

  I attended a birthday party a couple of months ago, and through a mutual friend I was introduced to a guy who was there. To be nice, I gave him my number when he asked for it. Over the next month the brother asked me out at least ten times and each time I refused him. He really wasn’t my type. First of all, I like ’em handsome, not Denzel handsome, but good enough to take out in public. This brother was fair at best. Second, he didn’t even have an operational vehicle. He claimed to have just totaled his ride. Don’t ask me why, but I finally gave in and let the guy take me out. To my surprise, I had a good time with him. His personality made up for what he lacked in looks and he was a true gentleman. He kept telling me how beautiful and smart I was all night. I went out with him a second time and had a great time again. Don’t ask me why, but on the third date I decided to sleep with him.

  The next week I hardly heard from him. I was completely shocked by this. Here this joker wasn’t even what I considered in my league, yet I gave him a shot and he goes missing in action. I’ve called him several times, and to be blunt, he seems to be bullshitting. I don’t know why, but I can’t stop thinking about him, and for the life of me, I can’t figure out what’s going on with him.

  What’s the dilly yo?

  Heated in Houston

  Dear Hot Mama,

  I’m not sure if you’re ready for the truth. Let me start with the obvious. It seems as though you’ve been a victim of what is known as the ol’ bait and switch. That’s where a brother make you believe that he wants you more than anything in the world. He pulls out all the stops to get you on the hook like a fisherman catching a fish. Once he gets you, though, he switches up and throws your ass back in the water like a trout that’s too small. Now, don’t take it personal. Most likely it has nothing to do with you personally. Some men are just challenge junkies. The best thing to do in this case is to just move on and try your best to recognize these types early on. Most men who fall into this category are extremely persistent, almost competitive, as you described this guy to be.

  The worst-case scenario could be that he found your sex was whack and wants no more of it. Sorry. T
his one is hard to determine because none of your exes are going to tell you the truth about that…just think about it and be honest with yourself.

  I’m pretty sure it’s one or the other.

  Yours truly,

  Dr. C.

  A week after he’d met Janet at The Avenue, Diego’s only problem was putting his microphone on right. Once he figured out how to attach it to his shirt, he’d been a real pro. Sitting in that chair in the studio, he felt like he was just where he should be.

  “We’re joined live tonight with the highly acclaimed, sometimes controversial advice columnist from Girl Talk magazine. This brutha is the latest and the greatest. I love his column. It’s real and it’s hot. I read it every month ’cause sometimes a sistah needs a man’s opinion on some of those relationship and dating issues. Sometimes it’s easier to get an organ from a brother than an honest answer. This guy, though, puhleeeze…he has got some answers for you folks, I tell you. As a matter of fact, he gets paid to tell the truth.” She giggled. “The best part is, tonight, people, you can get ’im for free. It’s my pleasure, folks, to have D.C.’s own Dr. C. How you doin’ tonight, brutha?”

  “Oh, I’m great. Thanks for having me on.”

  “The pleasure and honor is all mine. And for you ladies out there, you might want to come past the station when we finish up, ’cause he’s a fine thing.”

  I laughed and played it off. Janet was such a pro. We got right into the show and she briefed me on everything we’d do while the music played. We took calls, decided which ones were good enough, and then recorded the whole thing, the question and my response.

  “Trumaine, here. Hi, Janet.”

  “Hey, Trumaine. How old are you, sweetie?”