by Zane
The tissue Jelisa had been using had disintegrated and she was wiping her running makeup with the back of her hand. “Why are you always blaming other people for your mistakes?”
“Let’s go for a ride.” A smirk slowly spread across Raina’s face and she issued a challenge to me. “Come on, Narcia. Why don’t you show us exactly what you saw?”
Before I could say anything, Jelisa was back to yelling. “I don’t want to talk to Trina. That bitch would say anything for you.”
Raina never took her eyes off of me. “No, she wouldn’t. Besides, I’m not about to drag her into this mess. I just want to show you that Narcia couldn’t possibly have seen what she told you.”
This seemed too good to be true. Raina wasn’t even fighting to keep her girl, but I didn’t appreciate her trying to throw the spotlight back on me. I figured she was bluffing, so I decided to take her up on it. “Jelisa, I know what I saw. Your ex-girl is just trying to save face.” Then, I nodded to Raina. “Let’s go.”
I thought Raina was going to punk out at the last minute, but we were zooming down I-83 before I could button my jacket. She made both of us sit in the back. There were no more tears, but Jelisa alternated between staring at the back of Raina’s head and glaring at me.
At night, the Franklin Square area was deserted. We parked on the street and walked to the same corner I had seen them from. I pointed out Trina’s townhouse. “See, I have a perfect view. You can see the whole courtyard from this spot.”
The fire came back into Jelisa’s eyes. “This ain’t nothing but some bullshit. Don’t waste my time. All the crap you have left at my house will be sitting outside in the morning. It’s trash day, so you better get it early.”
Raina smiled at me and then turned to Jelisa. “Why don’t you ask your new girl what time it is?”
Jelisa was confused. “What? It’s seven-thirty. What does that have to do with anything?”
I looked up at the clock tower. It was still five-thirty. I made this gargling sound; words were caught in my throat. That’s when Jelisa started screaming at me. She had seen it, too.
Raina started laughing. “That clock hasn’t worked in months, so it’s always five-thirty in Franklin Square.”
Jelisa was bawling her eyes out and punching me in the chest. Then, Stephanie’s car pulled up. It clicked—that’s who Raina had called.
As my best friend drove away, I could feel the gates of hell closing in on me.
Tawanna Sullivan is the webmaster for Kuma (www.kuma2.net), a website which encourages black lesbians to write and share erotica. Her work has appeared in Longing, Lust, and Love: Black Lesbian Stories, Iridescence: Sensuous Shades of Lesbian Erotica, and Spirited: Affirming The Soul and Black Gay/Lesbian Identity. She lives in New Jersey with her civil union partner, Martina.
Pleasures
Elissa Gabrielle
H ere she comes again, hips swaying to the beat of an African drummer, full and satisfying, as her tits bounce in beat to the drums; look at her, pure perfection. I see her crossing the street, working her way toward my day spa, Pleasures, with the strut of a goddess. She’s been coming in here for two weeks now, invading my mental for most nights since her inception. My eyes follow Toni’s every move as she approaches me, which seems to be in slow motion, unless of course, she is so fly that viewing her in real time may be just too much for a sistah. The confidence in her stride, coupled with golden brown skin, on a five-foot-nine-inch voluptuous frame, laced with sweet, full honey-coated lips, light brown eyes, and soft jet black ringlet curls cascading down her neck, and off her shoulders, sends a chill through my spine that works its way through my entire being, finally landing on my clitoris, which bulges, throbs, pulsates in anticipation of her.
I wonder if she tastes as good as she looks.
Miss Toni was just in here over the weekend, for a manicure, pedicure and facial. I hadn’t had the pleasure of touching her exquisite face, nor to hold her petite hand or massage her thick calves; my employees had the honor. However, my eyes followed her every move, from a lick of her luscious lips to her tiptoeing to the ladies room. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her on that day, just like I can’t stop right now.
“Good afternoon, Toni. Back so soon?”
“Hi, Laila! Yes, I was hoping to get a quick massage. I’ve had a grueling day at the office, and I need one so bad.”
“Well, Toni, you know it’s just about closing time here at Pleasures, so my masseuse is gone for the evening.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry I missed her! I could really use some relaxation.”
Giving me a look that makes me want to fall to my knees upon her command, makes me reconsider her dilemma, and just when I try to extend a solution to her problem, Toni beats me to the punch.
“Laila, can you give me a quick massage? I know you’ve trained all of your employees. I’d pay double right about now.”
“You know, Toni, I was just thinking the same thing. Sure, I can do it, but, girl, you have to get here earlier next time. It’s past seven in the evening, and getting dark out.”
Taking Toni by the hand, I lead her into the room dedicated for body massages, remove her purse and take her scarf, place them into the chair. Reaching into the closet, I pull out a full-length, soft, white cotton towel, and hand it to her. While striking a match, I walk to each of the strategically placed aromatherapy candles and light them one by one. While doing so, my pussy walls are set on fire by the sight I behold, as I turn to instruct Toni to remove her clothes, once I leave the room, to give her privacy.
“Toni. I was going to tell you to take your clothes off once I stepped out of the room.” I try not to stare at this vision of loveliness; fresh-smelling, butter soft skin with Tootsie-Roll nipples that stand at attention right before me. Damn.
Keeping me in her gaze, Toni’s smile had a spark of eroticism. “Well, you handed me the towel, Laila, so I thought you wanted me to remove my clothes. I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable.” Either she knows that I am really digging her, or she is the ultimate tease.
While adjusting the heat setting, on the massage table, to low, I can’t help but to look, get another quick glance at sexiness in its most deep and seductive form. “Toni, you can lie down on the table, face down, and place your head…” I smiled, pointing to the face slot. “…into this opening here.”
Mmmmm, looking at her climb onto the table, her golden skin blends perfectly with the aqua-colored tabletop, as the silkiness of her hair flows uncontrolled over her shoulders, into her face as she lies down. The visual of her smooth back, which leads to the most delectable set of ass cheeks I’ve ever seen, sends chills throughout my entire being, shooting orgasmic waves through me, reaching my nipples, which harden with ease, as well as my clit, which is throbbing like a rapid heartbeat. A red, strawberry tattoo rests comfortably on the bottom of her left cheek, near the divine crack of her sweet ass, and I’m dying to get a taste.
The things I could do to her.
As I cover her full and bountiful bottom with the towel, the sweet smell of Estee Lauder’s Beautiful penetrates all my senses, clinging to my nostrils. “Are you comfortable, Toni?”
“Yes, Laila. Thanks a million for this. I have to find a way to repay you,” she said, while burying her face further into the face hole, as she prepares to enjoy a full body massage.
Standing directly in front of where Toni is laying, her face now aligned with my thighs, I fantasize about being nestled erotically between her thighs, smack dab in the middle of her goodness, as I pour lavender oil into the palm of my hands, lean in and begin to massage her back. Her skin glistens and makes for even more eye candy. She’s a sin and a damn shame.
“Mmm, Laila, that is just what I needed.”
“No problem, Toni. I’m glad I was able to help you out.”
“Laila, if you don’t mind me asking, what do you bathe in?”
“Well, this morning, I bathed in something by Carol’s Daughter, but I can’t remem
ber exactly what. Why do you ask?”
“Well, you smell good, Laila.”
“Thanks, but how can you smell me? You’re all the way down there.”
“All the way down here is where it matters, doesn’t it?”
Okay, breathe easy. I need to tread lightly or else she is going to get it in the worst kind of way. “I guess so,” I respond nonchalantly since I’m not sure what she’s talking about.
While working my way down her back, I reach the top of her ass and begin stroking deeply and with intensity as she is very tight and needs to be loosened up. Maybe she’s stressed.
“Come on, Laila. You know if the kitty doesn’t smell right, then it ain’t right!” Toni tells me with a slight giggle. Shit, I ain’t laughing. She’s got my full, undivided attention.
“You’re right, Toni,” I say as I massage her thighs and calves. “You’re almost done. How do you feel?”
“Done, so soon? I thought I had to flip over.”
“Oh, sure you can. I’ll give you a few minutes and you can lie on your back. Be right back.”
“Thanks, Laila.”
As I softly close the door behind me, I can feel the rain between my thighs, so I proceed to get a glass of water, down it in a matter of seconds, and return to the room. The aroma from the candles, along with the dimly lit atmosphere makes for a tantalizing moment, as Toni lies there, in the flesh.
“Girl, you are too funny! You have to put this towel over you! Laying here butt naked!” I laugh to ease the obvious sensual tension.
So, with the boldness and grace of a lioness, Toni tells me, “Massage me, Laila.”
You ain’t got to tell me twice, damnit.
As the oil floats from mid-air and lands into the palm of my hand, Toni follows my every move as I make my way to her, placing my oil-filled hands on her abdomen and begin to massage. Her nipples rise, become perky and persistently invite me to kiss them, but I can’t.
“Mmmm, you don’t know how bad I needed this, Laila.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, Toni. I aim to please,” I say, all the while trying not to succumb to the desire that now insists on swallowing me whole.
Gliding my hands down her thighs, I rub them slowly and watch them begin to shine, when Toni gently grabs my hand. “My inner thighs, too, Laila.”
“Sure.”
As she slowly parts her voluptuous thighs, I see the fine hairs of her love have started to become slick, and wet, parting ways, like Moses and the Red Sea; and what remains are the loveliness of two juicy, swollen pussy lips, dying to be sucked, licked and loved. Eating her pussy now can cost me my spa. But eating is what this pretty pussy needs.
Toni takes her fingers and delicately begins to massage a beautiful and bulbous clit for me, as she spreads her legs far, and wide. Her sweet vagina shines from her nectar.
“Toni, umm, I think we’re done.”
“Why, Laila? Suck my pussy a little. I know you want to. And I want you to, so fucking bad, Laila.”
Reaching out to me, she pulls me head first into the sweetest pussy I’ve ever seen in my life, as I devour her righteousness with my tongue, sucking this pussy with so much passion.
“Mmm, that’s it. Oh, God, you’re so good!” Toni squeals as she pushes my head further into all that is good, precious and dear. “Kiss me, Laila. Let me taste that pussy on your lips.”
Toni leans up to prepare for my kiss as I begin to undress, slowly moving into all of her space. I grab her face into my hands, and slowly kiss her, allowing her to taste her sweet nectar on me. Luring me with a combination of her vernacular and confidence, I’m slowly losing my mind as her hands find their way to my breasts, which are now completely exposed, in full bloom, nipples erect and in desperate need of attention. Toni softly tweaks my nipples with her fingertips, bends down slowly and tastes them, alternately placing my breasts into her mouth.
“Shit, Toni, this is not right.”
“But you look so good, Laila. I’ve been wanting to fuck you from the first time I laid eyes on you, baby. You have to let me taste your pussy. I want to eat it, smell it, taste it on my fingers, let my tongue play in it. I need for you to cum on my lips, my face. Can I, Laila, please?” Toni pleads as she places her hands between my legs, roaming to the center of my warmth, which quickly turns to heat as she nears. “Lie on the table, Laila. I need to taste you. But lie on your stomach, let me eat this sweet pussy from the back.”
I oblige and lay facedown onto the massage table as Laila guides me with her fingers, feeling on the sides of my breasts, rubbing and smacking my ass, finger fucking me and tasting my juices. “Damn, Toni, you’re going to make me cum so hard. You gotta ease up a bit.”
“Shit, I been waiting too long for this. Spread your legs. Spread that sweet pussy real good for me, Laila.”
The sensation Toni’s lips leaves is indescribable, it’s so good. “Uh, uh, uh, mmmm, Toni, damn, slow down. Shit! I’m there. Oh God!”
“Flip over, Laila.”
As I prepare to turn over, I think about what I am doing, and try to resist once more, only to have Toni interrupt me with more sweet kisses, more caressing to my breasts, as she lies on top of me, rubbing her clit against mine. My nectar flows uncontrollably onto her sweet clit, and I feel the rain pouring out of her sweet hole.
“Ooooh, Laila, damn, you feel so fucking good. I’m coming now. Gotdamn…Mmm.”
Several more minutes pass of serious lovemaking, heavy breathing, slow kisses, and lots of licking until we both reach our maximum. A slick display of flesh on flesh, with bated breath, and carnal pleasure, removes all reason from me and leaves me in a state of disbelief. Indeed at a lost for words.
“I don’t know what to say, Laila.”
“You don’t have to say anything, Toni. We both wanted this.”
Fire and brimstone settles into my soul, as my earth shatters and shakes me in a way where I become momentarily paralyzed. You’ve got to be kidding me? With the “no she didn’t” neck roll, I flame at the sight making its way across the street, headed toward my place of business, but this time it is not a vision of perfection, rather one that makes my nostrils flair and that green-eyed monster, better known as jealously, consumes me.
“Hey, Laila, how are you this evening?”
“I’m good, Toni,” I respond, not at all interested in what will come out of her mouth next. Pretty young thing has obviously found a new girl toy, which is right beside her. She has good taste, I must admit, reluctantly, of course, but the new Pam Grier has entered the building, seeing pretty in the spot that should be reserved for moi.
“Lay, can I get a quick massage?”
Oh, see, she has lost her damn mind. “Oh, I’m sorry, Toni. I can’t tonight.”
Glaring at me with puppy dog eyes, melting my insides, but no way is this happening tonight
“Oh, Lay, this is Paris, my coworker.”
“Nice to meet you, Paris. I’m Laila.”
“I know Laila,” Paris responds. “Toni has said so many wonderful things about you.”
Well, that warmed my heart. I’m ready to fuck all the good sense out of her. “Do you mind waiting while I give Toni a quick massage? It won’t be long, as I’m closing in about fifteen minutes.”
“Sure, Laila, you and Toni go ahead. I’ll wait here. Hey, maybe we can go out to dinner afterward?”
“Maybe so,” Toni responds as she walks hurriedly into the massage room, better known as the den of pleasure.
I close the door behind us, and Toni has already begun to take her clothes off, when she reaches for me, pushes my back to the wall and pulls me into one of the most sensational kisses of my life. With an overconfident, yet sexy grin, Toni says to me, “I saw you getting jealous out there. I like that shit.”
I play it off, all the while ashamed that she could actually see through me so. “Naw, girl, I’m good. She’s a pretty girl, you have good taste.”
“Yeah, she’s pretty…”
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bsp; “I know, Toni, I just said that.”
“But she ain’t you, Lay.”
Okay, that’s it. She didn’t come here for a damn massage. She must be in search of a good lay, because talking like that is going to get her in serious trouble.
Kissing down her neck, while my hands find the place I want to call home, she moans, and quivers at my every touch, which turns me on like crazy. As delicious as she looks, she smells equally as good, and from the looks of the juices flowing through my fingers from her moisture, she finds me equally as appetizing. I’m ready.
“Get up on that table, girl. We don’t have that much time.”
She flips the script. “No, Laila. You lie on the table, and let me serve you properly this time. It’s on me, baby.”
I quickly hop up on the table, in my birthday suit only, and spread my legs, as my sugar walls invite her to come in and have a good time.
“Damn, Laila. Just as gorgeous as I remember.”
The delicate and delectable dessert tastes good to Toni, and feels even better to me as I close my eyes, while in the midst of pure ecstasy, only to open them with a serious fuck face.
Shock overwhelms me as I glance to my left, and find Paris standing there, watching Toni dig me out. She stares in amazement. I back up and Toni grabs a hold of my thighs and pulls my righteousness further into her face as she enjoys the feast even more now that there is a voyeur present. I try to speak, and the words form, but don’t come out of my mouth.
“Don’t worry, Laila. Toni is your woman. I just have to watch,” Paris says to me as she approaches, removing her blouse, exposing her breasts to me. Toni continues to suck with purpose while Paris places her tongue into my mouth, licks my lips softly, kisses my neck, and rubs my breasts. An orgasm unbeknownst to mankind just came over me.
“That’s right, baby, come hard,” Toni says as she kisses my inner thighs. She pulls up and walks toward me, smiling from ear to ear. “You like this, baby?”