Making the Hook-Up

by Cole Riley

  Our weekend together inspired my most popular desert at the restaurant, a decadent delight I call sex and chocolate. In the year I’ve been open, Xavier has inspired many of my dishes. The island people have embraced my food, and I finally feel like I’m living my dream. The weekends are for adults only, and we feature the pairing of sensuality with food. Now that I know it’s okay for me to be a sexual being, I’ve had so many amazing sexual experiences.

  I’m not afraid of life anymore, and I don’t spend much time stressing over what other people think of me. It’s not my job to make everyone like me. It’s my right to be true to myself and trust that the universe will bring people into my life who will love me just the way I am. I know it sounds like something a therapist would say. Maybe I’ve just done enough work on myself to sound like one.

  A TASTE OF TYRELL

  Jolene Hui

  It was one of those weekends I wanted to stay in bed and enjoy the feel of my soft sheets and blankets on my face and legs. A weekend where I could possibly relax, take in a few movies, eat only when I absolutely needed to, and sleep whenever I felt the need. I had no idea it would be so drastically different until Friday night when Denise roused me off my couch to try out some film festival with her.

  “It’s called Horrorfest, but don’t get all anti until you hear me out,” she said.

  I had her on speakerphone while I looked through my closet, not even wanting to brush my hair. It’d been a long week at work and I just wanted to relax at home alone. Even my roommate was gone for the weekend.

  “So,” she continued, “my friend directed a movie in the festival and he’s bringing along some of his friends.”

  “Male?” I was starting to warm up to the idea of an outing.

  “Very,” she said. “I think they’re young and single, too.”

  I pulled out a formfitting black shirt and some designer jeans. My straight dark hair looked limp in the mirror. Why couldn’t I have gotten my mother’s light brown curls? Instead I was stuck with my Chinese father’s straight and unmanageable hair.

  “My hair looks horrible!” I shrieked.

  “I’m sure it looks fine.” She sounded distracted, like she was putting on her makeup. But what would she know about my straight hair? She had hair like my mother’s. At least I have a booty and boobs, my inner critic said. I got dressed. At least I didn’t get the flat-chested and flat-butted gene from my dad’s side.

  I put some shimmery lipstick on my lips, ran a comb through my hair. My slightly almond-shaped eyes looked back at me mischievously.

  Nerves settled in my stomach on the drive to the theater. For some reason, this night felt more intense than others. Maybe it was because I was getting out of the house, but maybe it was something else. My jeans felt like they were fitting perfectly and my smile felt just right. It could be my lucky night.

  Denise’s friend Greg met us outside in front of the box office.

  “Hey, sweetie,” he said, encircling us both in a hug. I almost teetered off my high-heeled boots, he pulled us in with such force.

  “So you directed this movie, huh?” I was impressed. Call it silly for me to be impressed by such a thing when I lived in L.A., but I couldn’t help it.

  “I certainly did. Thanks for coming out tonight,” he said.

  I laughed at his enthusiasm. “No problem. I was just going to stay at home on my couch anyway,” I admitted, a slight blush creeping up my cheeks.

  “Well, come on in. There’s a big group of us in the last few rows.”

  I followed after Denise. I wasn’t exactly a horror fan, and I felt a little anxious that I’d have to pretend to act normal and nonscared in a theater full of boys. And wow, what a crowd of boys it was. When we entered the auditorium, the smell of men flocked to my nose. That sweet smell of shower and after-shave stuck to my skin. And to think, I was going to stay home. The smell of men quickly grabbed my attention and made me anxious.

  “Everyone, this is Denise and Lizzy,” Greg said to the crowd.

  The testosterone-heavy crowd looked our way and waved. They all shouted, “Hi, Denise and Lizzy!”

  I couldn’t help but giggle at all of their grinning faces. My eyes scanned the crowd of men and immediately settled on one. Right away I noticed the quiet guy at the other end of the row in front of me, checking his phone and not really looking around much. He was in jeans and a buttondown shirt. His head was shaved and his dark skin looked smooth, like it would be soft to touch.

  “Let’s go sit at the other end,” Denise said, pointing to the seats in front of my sexy target.

  I knew exactly what she wanted to do. She wanted to squeeze by the entire row of men. If only I could be as bold as her. I grabbed her arm and she led us to the other end, where, of course, I tripped and fell backward onto the sexy Adonis I’d been eyeing.

  “Oh, I’m so sorry.” I attempted to scramble back up, only to be accidentally knocked down by Denise, right back into his lap.

  “Hey, I’m Tyrell,” he said. I sat in his lap, my face red. He smelled amazing.

  “Lizzy,” I said. I was stunned and couldn’t move off his lap. My fingers grazed his arms and stopped at his thick wrists.

  Meeting his eyes was a mistake. I nearly turned into a puddle when we locked gazes. His eyes were a gorgeous shade of green. He smiled, his white teeth sending me into a deeper hypnotic state. By this time, Denise had given up on me and was talking to a guy a few seats away. I couldn’t seem to move. I was stunned. I kept my hands locked on his wrist, my butt comfortably seated in his lap.

  “This is kind of an awkward way to meet, huh?” I tried to lighten the mood, still seated right near his crotch.

  “I don’t mind it,” he said.

  “So, um…” I couldn’t even think straight. “Are you typically a horror fan?”

  “Nah, I work with Greg, so I wanted to come out to support him,” he said.

  “Oh, what do you do?”

  “The techie stuff,” he said. “I don’t get out much. I’m always working.” His bright eyes darkened a bit. “I think I need to get out more. Especially if lovely ladies like you fall into my lap.”

  “Yeah, sorry about that.” I smiled and started to stand up. I figured I should relieve him of my weight. But before I could get up, Tyrell pulled me back down again. “I can’t stay on your lap through the entire movie!”

  “Well, then I guess we’ll have to save that for later.” He released me to stand up but was sure to smack my welcoming round booty as I made my way to the row in front of him. Denise had left me the seat in front of him and was talking with a guy on the other side of her.

  Throughout the movie, I had no idea what was going on up on the screen. Some people screeched, some people clapped, some people hollered, but I was still and only pretending to watch. I could feel Tyrell’s eyes on my neck. At the end, everyone clapped and Greg went to the stage for a Q & A with a couple of the actors and a producer. I could still feel Tyrell’s eyes on my neck.

  Had I dated any Black guys before? Much to my traditional Asian-American father’s dismay, my first boyfriend in college, Mike, had been Black. The first time I brought him home for dinner, my dad almost choked when we got to the door. He softened up easily after spending a couple of hours with his chest puffed out. It was always funny to me that my dad grew up a minority but still didn’t have an easy time accepting other minorities. Luckily, my mom encouraged in me the belief that all people were alike. She had fought the controversy and married my father, so she knew that it was important for me to see people as people and not a color. For me, it was rare that I liked anything but men of color. My dating career was mostly Latino, Asian, and Black. I had dated one white guy.

  Sorry Dad, I thought, when I turned to meet those stunning eyes behind me.

  After the Q & A, there was a wrap party at a restaurant nearby. Denise and I headed over. I was giddy to see Tyrell.

  “Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this!” Denise had a sm
ile on her face the whole way.

  I fidgeted with my purse. “He did say he was going to be there, right?”

  “Yes, girl, you are being way too insane over this.” She laughed and pulled into the parking lot.

  My fears were quieted when I saw him standing slightly outside of the crowd at the corner, playing on his phone. I shook my head at him when he met my eye. He smiled and shrugged. “I told you I work too much!”

  We grabbed a seat and proceeded to be in our own world the rest of the night. As the movie party went on around us, we laughed, smiled, and even ate. I watched him eat his potatoes. “It’s only meat and potatoes for me,” he said.

  “I’m a vegetarian,” I said. We both laughed. I learned that he had moved to L.A. with his ex-wife. She was a lawyer and he was working in business development. Neither of them had time for each other. She ended up leaving him for a female porn star.

  “At least it wasn’t one of my friends,” he said. “I always try to look at the bright side of things.”

  “You’re crazy!” I said. “My last boyfriend was flat-out seeing another woman behind my back. She was five years younger and a whole lot blonder.” I explained that it had made me really reevaluate my relationships and my trust in people.

  “Well, I hope you realize that not all men are cheaters.” He sliced through his steak.

  The world around was just a buzz. We laughed as we sat across from each other. I could feel the sexual tension start to build. When he was done he put his fingers on mine to gauge my interest. My hand warmed to his touch. I’d already sat on his lap tonight but hand touching seemed way more intimate.

  When the group decided to leave, Denise and I lingered in the parking lot.

  “So am I taking you home or is Tyrell?” Denise asked me.

  I glanced over to see him talking to a couple of the guys. I knew I wanted to experience his lips on mine and his hands on my body, but I wasn’t sure how to ask.

  “Hey, let me give you a ride home!” he shouted before I even had to mention it.

  Always a good cheerleader, Denise gave a little clap and left Tyrell and me to walk to his truck. It was a sleek SUV and when I got in I saw that it was perfectly clean. That added to his attractiveness. I always loved a clean car.

  “Wow, your car is amazingly clean.” It may have seemed like a weird thing to say, but his car got me hot. Before I could look around and smell the clean scent anymore, Tyrell leaned into me and put his mouth on mine. My first reaction was to gasp but my kissing instinct took over. My lips met his with a warm greeting. He slipped his left hand behind my neck and tenderly rested it there. My entire body warmed up considerably.

  The kiss deepened. I leaned into him. I wanted my breasts to rub against his chest so I moved even closer, stretching across the center console. My hands went to his shoulders. Our lips stretched open until our tongues were able to introduce themselves. I could feel the heat radiating off of his body.

  It didn’t occur to me that we were still in the parking lot till we heard horns honking and flashes of light blinded us. We pulled away to see Greg and Denise in her car.

  “Hey, get a room! Jesus!” Greg stuck his head out the window and shook it at us.

  I embarrassedly slouched into my seat. Tyrell laughed and then asked, “So where do you live, my dear?”

  I didn’t want to get out of his car so I invited him up to my place.

  “How about I pick you up for dinner tomorrow instead?”

  He leaned in to me to give me another kiss. I couldn’t believe he wasn’t going to come in with me. But I didn’t argue. Instead I tried to persuade him by aggressively kissing him. My skills were good but not good enough to convince him.

  “Girl, I am so hot right now, but I want to treat you right first,” he said.

  My eyes, glazed over, stared at his emerald ones. “You make me melt,” I admitted.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow at seven,” he said.

  I was wobbly as I walked to my door. The sound of his SUV hummed on the street. I turned around and gave him a wave once I got my door open. He smiled, gave me a little salute, and drove off. There was no way I could wait until tomorrow night.

  I couldn’t help but put my fingers in my pussy when I got in bed, thinking about Tyrell’s lips licking mine.

  The next night Tyrell showed up with a bouquet of flowers. No man had ever given me flowers before a date.

  “Impressive,” I said.

  “A beautiful woman needs beautiful flowers.” He leaned in and kissed me. And as cheesy as the whole scene could have been—it wasn’t. It made me want to jump him right there outside his truck.

  We pulled into the valet lot of an Italian restaurant. I wasn’t really thinking about food at this point. His cologne was making its way into my brain as a memory that triggered my pussy. I’d never gotten so hot from the smell of a person. His skin and the smell of his cologne nearly drove me wild. He led me into the restaurant to check in with the host, but I couldn’t bring myself to sit down just yet.

  “Will you come with me for a sec?” I asked him when we approached the host.

  “Um, sure,” he said to me. “We’ll be right back,” he told the host.

  I pulled him along behind me to the women’s restroom. Luckily, it was a one-person restroom instead of a larger one with stalls. I wouldn’t have been able to be that quiet.

  I shut the door quietly and made sure the two doors were locked. My heels gave me enough height to gently shove him against the door, tilt my face up to his and give him a kiss. I pressed my body against his and put my hands on either side of his body. His body tensed up. I could feel his cock swelling against my stomach. He kissed me more furiously and took the lead, spinning me around against the door. His fingers moved over my breasts and grazed my nipples, beyond hard and aching. He moved his hands down my waist and pulled my cunt to his leg. As he kissed me, he reached his right hand under my skirt and plunged his fingers inside my already wet pussy. I let him work the folds over and massage my clit for a little while before I unzipped his pants to feel his thick cock against my fingers. He was so ready for me it felt like he was going to burst. I stared into his eyes and stroked him a little bit. I didn’t realize his strength until he lifted my body up against the door.

  “Wrap your legs around me,” he told me.

  Before he was done with his command I had already wrapped my muscular legs around him. His pants and boxers had fallen around his ankles. I pulled the condom out of my jacket pocket as we were kissing and slid it on his large erect dick. I hadn’t had sex in a while, so I was tight. And that sweet moment before he shoved his covered cock into me was almost too much. I almost blew before he entered me.

  My hand reached between our bodies and positioned him right outside me. When he lowered my weight slowly onto his stick, I moaned loudly.

  “You feel so fucking good,” I said.

  His response was fucking me against the wall next to the door. We didn’t want to unhinge and break the door. The smell of his cologne invaded my senses and all my pores. My clit rubbed along the top of his cock as it moved in and out of me. He put his mouth on mine when I exploded to keep me from screaming.

  He came deep inside me. I tightened my legs around him.

  We left the restroom like nothing had just happened. The host was happy to seat us at a corner table with a fireplace.

  I felt like a high-schooler that had just gotten away with something naughty. I couldn’t help laughing.

  “Why you laughing?” He joined me in my post-fucking laugh.

  “I had no idea when I first fell on your crotch that I’d be falling on your crotch like that!”

  “I knew that I wanted you to fall on my crouch when I first felt your weight on me in that movie theater!”

  We both laughed. Instead of wine we ordered beer. Our dinner was great. I knew he couldn’t turn me down when I invited him in later that night. We didn’t have to worry about any doors coming unhinged and
could actually feel our smooth skin rub together.

  But before my place, I knew we had to get down to dessert. Our mouths made short work of the triple-decker chocolate cake and ice cream.

  Back at my place, Tyrell said, “I’m ready for my second dessert.” He took my clothes off slowly and took his time kissing my body parts. When I slipped his shirt over his head, I nearly shrieked at his hot pecs and abs. The dark skin of his washboard stomach met my lips with electricity. He lightly pushed me down onto my back and spread my legs with his strong hands. His eyes were the last sane thought I had that night. The rest of the night was light, stars, sweat, and sweet, hot, insane sex.

  WELCOME HOME

  Shakir Rashaan

  Yes, my Master, you want me to wear the heels and the black lingerie and you want Roni to wear the corset and heels. I should make sure that we both have our collars on.” My Layla repeated the instructions that I had given to her over the phone. “You want us on our knees, in our kneeling positions, in the dungeon area.”

  “Yes, darling, that is correct. I should be home within the hour,” I told her, as I was waiting for my plane to begin its final descent. It had been a week while I was out of town on business, and I missed both my beloved, Layla, and our submissive, Roni, terribly.

  Once the plane landed, I made my way to pick up my luggage. I began to allow my mind to wander over the possibilities that the night would hold.

  Layla, my beloved, is about five eight and full figured, with a beautiful light caramel skin tone and long brown hair. She isn’t top heavy, but what gets attention is her hips and ass, which can fill out a pair of jeans like nobody’s business. Her ass is the type that, as a friend of mine put it, “you can sit a drink on and not worry about it spilling.”

  Roni, our submissive, is no real slouch herself, either. At five five, her legs and ass are her best features, and I take pleasure in showing them off to whoever wants to see them at any time and any place. She’s caramel skinned, her hair cropped and styled, with big brown eyes and a little smaller than Layla. But then again, I’m a big man myself, so there’s not much that a petite girl can do for me but introduce me to her thicker girlfriend. I’m sorry, but bones do hurt.