by Cortney Gee
Jessica shook her head and told me I was a mess. That was true, but dude walking around in his birthday suit was a hot mess.
Once we were back in the car, I was curious as to what else we were going to get into. I still had plenty of time to be back at the hotel and chill before my show.
Jessica suggested that we head back to the hotel and have a drink. I liked how she suggested things that I had thought to ask, but feared would have been considered being forward. The last thing I wanted to do was come off as being pressed or hurried.
Luckily for me, Jessica wanted to be in my company, so it seemed.
The Golden Gate Bridge was congested as we headed back toward Oakland, which lent for more conversation time between the two of us.
"So are you glad that I left that note?" she asked, though she kept her eyes on the road.
"Of course, the question is, are you happy that we had the opportunity to be in each other's company today?"
"If I tell you something, you promise not to freak out?"
"Okay, I promise," I replied, anxious to hear what she had to say.
"I've had a crush on you since your first appearance on ComicView. Every time I saw you on TV, I would tell my girl how you could get it." She chuckled a little, like she was embarrassed by her confession.
I wasn't freaked out at all. In fact, I was quite flattered. Lust at first sight made perfect sense to me. I had been thinking about jumping her bones since I sent her that drink and her revelation only served to intensify the desire that was building within me.
"You aren't saying anything," she said, breaking into my thoughts as we pulled up to a red light. "I guess you think I'm some kind of weirdo?" I thought to say something to ease her curiosity and anxiety, but instead I leaned over from the passenger side and gave her a warm wet kiss.
Jessica responded by parting her perfect mouth and allowing my tongue to wrestle with hers. The only thing that ended our kiss was the sound of horns blowing behind us as the light turned green.
We continued back to the hotel without saying another word.
When we arrived at the hotel, we stopped by the bar, ordered a bottle of Riesling, asked the bartender for two glasses and had him charge it to my room.
But even though I'd given the bartender that directive, Jessica pulled out another hundred-dollar bill. "You keep trying to pay for my date." Then, she said to the bartender, "Please have room service bring us some strawberries and cheese and you can keep the change."
We boarded the elevator heading to my room. The elevator was empty and I wished that Jessica had worn the dress she had on at the Mexicali Rose so that I could have had easier access to her wares. With her wearing blue jeans that fit her snugly, I had to be content with the passionate kisses shared as we ascended.
"You just wait until I get you all to myself," she told me.
I like Jessica's aggression and confidence and even though I didn't know what she had in mind for me, I knew it was going to be all good.
When the elevator reached my floor and the doors opened, Marc greeted us. When he saw us with wine and glasses, I knew his mind was racing with ideas about what was going to take place. I could only imagine how guilty I must have looked with Jessica's lipstick smeared all over my face.
"I'll assume that lunch was enjoyable," he said sarcastically.
I didn't have anything to say...it was written all over my face, literally.
"You can assume what you will about lunch, but you can't even begin to imagine how things are going to be after this wine," Jessica said to Marc as we walked to my room and left him standing at the elevator, awestruck.
Jessica held her composure until we entered my room, then she busted out laughing.
"Did you see the look on his face?" I asked her, not knowing if she even heard me over her laughter.
"So you liked the look I put on his face?" she asked, putting the glasses down and removing her jacket.
"Hell yeah; he was stupefied. It was priceless," I told her, pouring wine for the both of us.
"Priceless, huh?" she asked as she took off her shirt and unbuttoned her jeans.
I stood with my mouth open in awe, marveling at her green undergarment-clad physique.
Jessica took a sip from the glass and kissed me, running her tongue across my lips, feeding me the sweet nectar of the grapes. Only the knock at the door interrupted the passion brewing between us.
"Room service."
Jessica darted off into the bathroom to hide her nakedness as if we were in Eden and God Himself was looking for us.
I opened the door and allowed the Hispanic bellman to bring in a tray filled with cheese, crackers, melon slices and strawberries.
I reached into my pocket to pay for it, but he informed me that he had already been taken care of.
"Have an enjoyable afternoon, Mr. Bernard," he said as he exited the room.
When I closed the door and locked it behind him, I tapped on the bathroom door, then said, "Ollie, Ollie Oxen Free."
Jessica stepped out of the bathroom, naked as the day in which she was born, save for her high heels. The moniker Mouton had dubbed her with was more than well deserving. Jessica's 5'10" sculpted figure was perfect.
Now I know there is no person or thing on this planet that is worthy of such a lofty description, perfection is reserved for celestial and heavenly beings. But if Jessica had a flaw, I was unable to see it.
Lionel Richie was wrong when he sang about the measurements of a brick house. His interpretation was missing some concrete. Before me stood a brick skyscraper, 36-24-40 and I held the winning hand.
"So, are you going to stand there gawking or are you going to join me?" she asked, grabbing our glasses and taking them over to the bed.
"Oh yeah, of course I'm joining you," I replied, ripping off my jacket, shedding my sweater, letting my pants and sports briefs drop to the ground, then kicking off my shoes.
"Quite impressive, Cameron." Her eyes roved all over my exposed body hungrily, before settling on my stiff pole.
I walked over to the bed and leaned over to kiss her. As I did, she drew me into her arms and guided me down into and between her long parted legs.
"Let's save the rest of the compliments until after we've finished."
"Cool, I'm sure they'll be well deserved afterward," I told Jessica as I kissed her mouth and then her neck.
It was only two-thirty in the afternoon and there was no rush for me to be anywhere, so I took my time becoming acquainted with every inch of the treasure that laid before me.
"Is there any place in particular that you like to be kissed?" I asked.
"You are doing fine; you'll figure it out," she replied in a throaty tone.
I put up no argument and followed her instructions.
I began first by kissing Jessica's left breast while cupping the right one. My pecks on her titties were just like the ones I placed on her cheeks. My kisses morphed into licks and my licks evolved into sucking as I enjoyed her large erect nipple in my mouth.
"Ooh," she groaned.
Her moans let me know that I had discovered one of her erogenous zones. Armed with that knowledge I switched from the left to the right nipple.
Jessica licked her lips and told me not to stop. Again I complied with her demands, knowing that it was in my best interest to listen to my lover rather than to go about making love from my own playbook.
I lowered my face down her body, placing kisses on her abdomen. Jessica was brewing with excitement as she raised her hips and gently guided my face toward her well-shaven mound. Again, she found no struggle from me, but I did take my time, like I said, there was no rush.
I glided down, kissing softly all of the areas surrounding her womanhood. Her inner left thigh was my first target, then I glanced over her glistening box as I attended to her right one.
Anticipation was mounting within Jessica.
I kissed and tongued her thighs until she could take my teasing no more. She responded
by forcing my face into her wanting nether region.
The warmth of her longing reached out to me as I licked and lapped at her labia.
"Awww…right there, baby, oh yes!' she exclaimed as I darted my tongue in and out of her at a deferred speed.
Then, I turned all of my attention to her throbbing clitoris, sucking on it with my lips and assaulting her pearl with my wet flickering instrument.
With all the commotion that Jessica was kicking up, I figured if Marc was back in his room he was either being treated to or tortured by all the noise.
Jessica responded to my applied pressure by hurling her pussy toward my face. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't you dare stop!" she pleaded as her body rippled in orgasm.
I kept the pressure on even though I could tell she was nearing the point of not being able to take my tongue-thrashing any more.
Jessica went limp and released the grip she had on the back of my head, then pushed me away in complete surrender.
My attempts to go after her again were thwarted as she closed her legs, locking them, while she still quivered in climax.
"Cameron, you have to stop, wooooo!"
I lifted myself up, reached over to the nightstand and grabbed both of the wine glasses.
Jessica took a generous sip, quenching her thirst. I sat with my back against the headboard, sampling my wine, wondering what else was going to transpire between the two of us and praying that this wasn't going to end up as something Marc could clown me about.
Jessica curled up next to me, captivating me with her gaze. I swear I felt like I was drowning in the depths of her sparkling green eyes.
"You are so wrong, Mr. Bernard. When someone taps out, you're obliged to stop."
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear a plea or you saying uncle. My hearing was impeded by your luscious legs," I told Jessica, rubbing her still-shaking thigh.
"You just remember what's good for the goose is good for the gander." She put down her emptied glass and grasped my swollen member.
I could only imagine how Jessica planned to repay me for torturing her beyond her threshold of pleasure.
Jessica rose up and kissed me deeply, without releasing my tool, slowly stroking it with expertise. Again our tongues danced a forbidden dance.
"Mmmm, I taste delicious," she said, savoring a sampling of her own sexuality that lingered on my lips.
Jessica descended upon my lap and began licking the helmet of my rod, wetting it properly as she stretched her lips to accommodate me. She bobbed her head up and down, relaxing her jaws, taking in all of me, inch by inch until my entire shaft disappeared.
No words could describe how good it felt. My vocal chords were paralyzed in appreciation of her determination to orally pleasure me. It was criminal not to release my seed and show her just how I was enjoying myself. But I refused to climax in this manner.
I wanted to be inside her.
Playing with her fat clitoris and sliding a digit into her well moistened hole drove me to pull her up and into me.
"You don't play fair, Cameron. You knew I wanted to feel you explode in my mouth," she whispered in my ear while I reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a three-pack of Trojan ENZ's, hoping she hadn't noticed that the box was already opened.
"That's because I'm not playing. I'm seriously about to put in work," I told her, unsheathing the condom and putting it on.
Jessica straddled me and guided me inside her saturated slit.
"I don't need you to exert yourself, I can handle it all from up here."
"Well, you're the one up there, no need to talk me to death. Show me what you got," I prodded her.
Being ridden was not my favorite sexual position, mostly because I hated being underneath my mate, at her mercy and being dominated. But I let Jessica do her thing, and she ground her goodness into me, in a slow motion, losing herself in her own ecstasy and motivated by my moaning.
"Talk to me, Cameron. Tell me how good this pussy feels to you."
I would have been lying if I didn't admit that Jessica had the bomb and she was working it with expertise. But I kept it quiet, hoping my silence would inspire her to put in an even greater effort and more focus on her horsemanship.
"I know the cat doesn't have your tongue, that was minutes ago. Tell me how good this pussy feels to you," Jessica panted as if she were determined to make me voice my approval of her skills.
"Yeah baby, that's it throw it on Daddy," I obliged.
Jessica, finally satisfied with my response, bounced up and down, taking me to the hilt, then lifting almost completely off of me while holding my head captive for the next plunge into her.
As much as I was feeling the physical aspect of our pairing, the vision of her relishing her own work was even more gratifying.
Jessica's perfectly shaped breasts glistened from the beads of sweat which formed on her chest. They bounced beautifully as she ran her finger through her auburn curls, losing herself in the moment until she convulsed in full ecstasy and fell into a heap upon me, breathing heavily.
I turned Jessica over onto her back while I was still lodged in her canal.
Jessica had won a round that I had been a mere party to. Her catching a nut before me wasn't even selfish in my book. I dug the freedom in which she fucked me and showed no inhibition.
"Now it's my turn and best believe I brought my hard hat," I declared.
Jessica stretched out her long legs, wrapped them around my waist and arched her hips to give me full access to prove my point.
"Don't tell me shit, Daddy, I'm from Missouri, show me!" she told me and even though I knew for a fact that she was from Vallejo, I got her point.
Jessica readied herself for the ravishment I had promised, but instead of going for the beat-up, I finessed the situation. I took long strokes into her cramped space until I was balls deep comfortably. Jessica responded to my presence with a low moan and a quick catching of her breath.
"Ooh Cameron, you are all up in it, baby. It's yours if you want it. Make it yours, daddy," she encouraged, smacking me flush on the ass.
I felt the sharp sting and I quickened the rate of my thrust.
"Ooh, ooh, Cameron… don't stop. Get it!"
I was thrashing myself into her body with my face nestled in her neck when I asked her if my being on top was her favorite position. Jessica told me how much she was enjoying what was transpiring between us but if I really wanted to take her, I should dog it from the back.
I believed there were really only four real sexual positions; on top, on bottom, on your side and from the back. Anything else was just a variation of the aforementioned, unless of course, you were one of those Karma Sutra motherfuckers, which to me was more yoga than fucking.
Of the four positions, burying my bone from the back had always been and would forever be my position of choice. Call it just the dog in me if you like, but make sure to do so before your face was in the pillow like Jessica's was now. Even if she did have an objection, I wouldn't hear it.
Oh my, God, did this woman have an ass on her. I marveled at its splendor while she spread it before me.
I grabbed Jessica by her small waist and drove myself into the sweetness she offered as a sacrifice to my desire and debauchery.
She grunted as she felt the length of me coursing through her space.
Finally, I was in the driver's seat and readied to release my seed.
"Woah! Woah!" Jessica shouted as she unsuccessfully attempted to restrict my pounding by putting her hands back. But I was too far gone to be restrained.
Jessica had faded out of the room. There was only her pussy, me, and the rhythm and her pussy was playing my song.
"Here we come, walking down the streets, get the funniest looks from, everyone we meet. Hey, hey we're the Monkees."
I grunted, heaved and let the silver back go go rilla out, then slumped over unto Jessica's moistened back and stayed that way until my prophylactic clad snake went flaccid and slipped from her cave.
> CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
The crowd at Geoffrey's Inner Circle was everything that I thought it would be. The upscale club catered to the shot callers and real ballers in the Bay. My homie, Shannon Reeves, the NAACP's youngest regional director, who I attended Grambling with, was in the house as well.
We chopped it up with fellow Gramblinites, E-40 and B-Legit, at the bar.
The Golden State Warriors had played against the Seattle Supersonics and 'The Glove,' Gary Payton blessed us with his presence.
"Don't go up there acting bougie just because you see niggas wearing suits. Keep it real, this Oaktown," he told me, ordering a round for everyone who was in the immediate area of the packed bar much to the delight of the patrons.
"You know bitches are gonna be ordering shit they can't even pronounce because you're footing the bill, GP," I told him.
"Hey, anyone order a Marlot or a Courvoiseur will be a thirsty non-pronouncing motherfucker, believe that," he said, loudly laughing.
GP was wondering why I was hanging back at the bar instead of cruising the club for a new conquest.
"The way y'all spanked the Warriors tonight, I thought I would let them get first crack at some pity pussy."
I had made the quip but honestly, my reason behind me being posted at the bar wasn't my generosity, but because the bar offered the best vantage point to see who entered and exited the front door.
After my date with Jessica that literally ended with a bang, I knew I had set myself up for disaster. Tasha was definitely going to be in the building with hopes that we would be spending the rest of the evening together. Which was the furthest thing from the truth as far as I was concerned. Our last tango had already occurred and my new side piece was more than likely on her way to the club.
Marc was having a ball hanging out with Ebony, but he was finding the possibility of me being cold busted even more entertaining.
So far, there hadn't been any fireworks to amuse him, but even I knew that the sparks weren't far from igniting. As far as I knew, the gunpowder was just waiting for the other participants in my lust triangle to arrive.
I was pressed but the Jack Daniels, courtesy of GP's generosity, took the edge off.