It Had Been Years

by Malflic, Michael

  “Let’s take her home” Nadrea declared also watching her walk. Vincent didn’t respond, he hadn’t heard her he was too distracted. “Seriously we should take her home” Nadrea continued.

  “OK” Vincent said undaunted.

  “Have you had her before?” Nadrea inquired, seeing her as more of a plaything for herself if Vincent hadn’t.

  He smiled “I’ll never tell.” He said with that damned laugh showing up for the first time in the evening.

  Nadrea wasn’t certain. “Too bad, it would be nice if we could have both shared her together for the first time.” Nadrea said tempting him with the thought of both women. “Should I invite her to join us?” Vincent now was reclined in his chair fully amused by Nadrea’s need for his attention.

  “Sure, but you’d be too jealous to share me.” He offered. Nadrea paused thinking that it had not really been a issue in the past, but then again she hadn’t felt quite the same way about them as she was beginning to about Vincent.

  “What does she drink?” Nadrea was attempting to determine how well he really knew the Latin.

  “Sparkling water”

  “What else?” she pressed. “She has to drink something else.”

  Vincent knew where she was heading “Pineapple juice with breakfast” he said almost mystically.

  Nadrea now was wondering whether he was just answering to answer, was he bluffing or did he really know. She pressed further “And what does she usually have for breakfast?” Vincent leaning in his torso crossing the plane over the table top on a sharp angle, he looked right at Nadrea, “Well when I’m around what she usually has for breakfast is Pineapple juice and ME.”

  Nadrea’s nostrils flared, had he not only fucked her but spent the night with her, Nadrea had only fucked him. That Sunday through Wednesday had she kept him company in the still of the night, waking next to him , she determined that she didn’t like the competition. Who was this woman? Right about then the Latin and her damned sensual stride and ample curves walked by.

  “Is everything OK?” She asked placing a hand gently on Vincent’s back.

  “It’s perfect just like always.”

  “What is it again you like to have for breakfast?” he asked.

  She smiled. “Pineapple juice but you know that don’t you Mr. Soy protein shake?” She said as she walked away, Vincent was more than obvious in watching her.

  “So how is she? She looks delightful.” Nadrea now resolving herself to a threesome for the night.

  Vincent just laughed, his laugh gaining volume and intensity. Nadrea took it all in as the Latin came back across the restaurant smiling at Nadrea. Vincent and the Latin had just the day before discussed breakfast preferences, over dinner which was Vegetarian with Soy cheese enchiladas in a corn tortilla and a grilled chicken breast. “I’ll never tell” he said.

  “Fine then I’ll find out for myself!” Nadrea said ending the conversation until dinner had arrived; they sat in silence, Vincent laughing to himself, Nadrea planning on how to seduce the Latin.

  Two could play at that game she thought. Looking at a well dressed Hispanic man she directed Vincent’s attention toward him, “Maybe we could bring him along too?”

  Vincent said between bites of fajita “Doubtful.”

  “Why don’t you think I could convince him to play with the three of us?”

  “No.” Vincent said firmly in a tone that indicated that he had no doubt in his mind that it would be an impossible feat.

  “And why the fuck not?” Nadrea demanded irritated that Vincent blatantly thought she wasn’t capable of such a thing.

  “A lot of reason’s” he paused “You could get him to have you without any work, probably anyway you like, but not her. Besides in typical Latin fashion he prefers blondes.”

  “Why not her too?” Nadrea not yet ready to concede her original point.

  Vincent laughed his damned laugh “She’s his sister.”

  A Seven Block Twilight Stroll

  Nadrea left the table before Vincent and found her way to the front of the restaurant engaging the Latin in playful banter, as Vincent trailed behind a few minutes later after finalizing the check and sauntering across the room finishing his drink. He walked up to the Latin, who kissed him on the cheek offering the parting comment “See you later.” He in his utmost cocksure voice said “absolutely”. The Latin had never kissed him like that before, but he just assumed it was a woman playing off the potential jealousies of another, he in fact kind of enjoyed it.

  Nadrea opened the door Vincent following behind her stepped out on the sidewalk as they strolled toward Broadway. The pair’s pace slow and aimless.

  “So how was your day dear?” Vincent said mockingly.

  “Uninspired, the damn train was late, Daddy called and oh by the way we’re having brunch with him and Mommy on Sunday” she said in her own unique interpretation of a modern day June Cleaver.

  Vincent laughed “The train was late?”

  “Yes” she said before reliving her entire morning tirade from 54th down to 50th. The remainder of the conversation was mundane as they got to the door of the W standing in the lobby, water rushing overhead and down the walls. But the walk had been filled with the sounds and sights that only New York can offer.

  Soon they found themselves in the bar, Vincent with his water and Nadrea with a Margarita continuing what she had begun during dinner.

  “Where are your bags?” Vincent asked.

  “Daddy’s”

  “No, really does the bell staff have them?” he asked “or did they take them up for you?” Nadrea seeing a chance to gain a small advantage on Vincent “They’re at my parents. You didn’t ask me to stay with you, you asked me to meet you here.”

  “Ok so we’re twelve again, fine I’ll make sure you get a written invitation to my birthday party.” Vincent just laughed.

  “Seriously you didn’t ask, so I decided to spend tonight at my parents”

  Vincent was now the one who was annoyed “Your choice” He drank his bottled water. “I’d like to see the room. Maybe if you ask me to, I’ll stay the next few nights.”

  Vincent was sure he could convince her to change her mind, but he didn’t feel like putting forth the effort. “You want one for the road?” he asked.

  “Sure how about a few for the road and flowers would be nice.”

  “What kind of flowers?”

  “Pretty ones, surprise me.”

  He handed Nadrea a key after a few more drinks for her and bottles of water for him. “Where are you going?” she asked as he stood up and began making his way through the crowded bar. “Flowers pretty ones. Remember?” and he disappeared onto the elevators back onto 47th and left toward Seventh Avenue.

  Pretty Ones

  A few blocks down on the far side of the street was a grocery store that had an amazing collection of flowers for sale right there on the street. For all of the ugliness of New York, the crime, the cold cement, the piles of garbage and early morning stench there were unbelievable little things that made it special ,one of which was the corner store filled with beautiful fresh flowers, a simple indulgence affordably priced and often over looked. The selection was wide and rich with different types and colors an array of texture and fragrance.

  Vincent lingered behind the clear plastic and green canvas covers that had been lowered not only for the night but due to the coolness of the evening. Vincent conversed with the older Chinese man manning the flowers, the heavily accented broken English transcended his love of the flowers he had so precisely arranged, presenting them not to promote their sale, but their beauty. If they were sold he would share their beauty with others and if not he would enjoy them for as long as they remained in his care. Vincent chose several assortments of lilies, a mix of pale yellows and soft peaches intermingled with the occasional splash of pink. He stood there with an armload, Vincent for all of his bravado considered flowers to be an exceptional thing in life. While his love of flowers was not ope
nly discussed you could almost always find potted plants in bloom throughout his home and office, their green foliage adding contrast to his otherwise minimalist style.

  Perhaps it was the fond memories of his round old grandmother tending to her gardens in the summer pouring out her love into each and every seedling in each bed. Her house was littered with cactus and spider plants. She had a window box in the kitchen filled with basil, and chives, an assortment of oregano and thyme a never ending supply to be used in her days cooking. The most abundant was parsley that she not only garnished her dished with but fed to her Guinea pig as a daily treat. Her sun porch was filled with roses exclusively, tea cup roses to full sized bushes kept in a perpetual state of bloom though careful tending and nourishment. The pinks and reds dominated her color palate, shifting shades and varieties to create a well orchestrated symphony of color and fragrance. In the bathrooms small containers of Violets, that loved the moisture found in the air from the bath tub and the soft light that snuck through the frosted windows. She had lavender scattered throughout in large containers. Pansies in the front garden and in the summer the blue and pink hues of the morning glories could be seen adorning her front porch’s rails and columns.

  Just before paying Vincent spotted two calla lilies, their delicate white splendor just beginning to fade.

  “I’ll take those too.” he said to the attendant.

  “You may have them they won’t last long” Vincent paid and thanked the man the placing a twenty on the counter as he walked away.

  The attendant questioned him “Sir you left money on counter.” his accent ringing through the otherwise empty store, an honest man in a dishonest place.

  “I know it’s for you.”

  “Thank you, but I don’t take tip.”

  “It’s not a tip, it’s for flowers, for whoever you like.”

  A picture of a young girl was stashed on a board behind the counter. He would use the money to get her flowers, pretty ones. Just like her.

  Noir Femme

  Noir: A genre of film with a dark or disturbing tone

  Femme: Contrary to gender stereotyping, many femmes are aggressive, strong women who actively seek out the sexual and social partners they desire.

  So Vincent made his way back up Seventh Ave. to the W stopping on his way between elevators to have vases sent up to his room. The Vases arrived minutes after he did and as he stood there with borrowed scissors trimming the stalk end of each flower before placing it in water. He knew that the flowers would outlast his stay, but he hoped that the staff would take them home after he left. He tended to keep fresh cut flowers a few days too long he just couldn’t stand to throw them away too early. That’s when he noticed Nadrea wasn’t in the room. Vincent thought nothing of it as he handed the scissors and clippings to the bellman. Maybe she went to get her things deciding to stay after all. Placing an arrangement on the table in the suite he found a note that read.

  “Be Back Soon,

  But don’t get too comfortable!

  Seductively,

  N”

  So he found his way to the couch, finally kicking off his dress shoes without taking the time to untie them, he fumbled with the remote and turned on sports center. He sat mindlessly watching an unremarkable day’s sporting news. It was not unlike most nights around eleven for him, planted firmly in front of a TV watching sports center.

  A few minutes later the door opened, “Hello” Nadrea called out, “In here.” Vincent responded, noticing that there was more than one set of footsteps but giving it no real thought, he just figured that she had a bellman with luggage in tow. A series of in audible whispers were taking place, but he was too concerned with the NFL injury report to care.

  Nadrea entered the room “You sure got a lot of flowers.”

  Vincent breaking the trance that the TV had been holding over him looked at her “I guess, do you like them?” He actually cared whether or not she did.

  “They are very nice, how did you find them arranged at this hour?”

  Vincent laughed “I didn’t, I arranged them.”

  “Really? I’m shocked.” Nadrea hadn’t considered Vincent to have any diversions except for where to put his dick next after he had finished. Nadrea walked up to Vincent after looking at the assortment of flowers, leaned in to kiss him.

  “I brought you a present” she whispered as soft footsteps fell behind him. Vincent could see the devilish smile on her face as she stood back up.

  Nadrea continued “There’s only one rule” she said playfully. Vincent still taking it in only moderately interested in what she was saying, Nadrea continued to tempt him.

  “You have to unwrap your present in front of me and you might only get to play with your gift once so you had better make the most of it.”

  “Well if I like it that much I’ll go buy myself another one” Vincent said thinking that a the gift couldn’t possibly be so rare that he couldn’t easily acquire another exact replica to enjoy over and over without Nadrea’s silly rules.

  “Close your eyes.” Vincent sat watching TV. “Vin you’ve got to play along” She turned off the TV and placed and lit a few candles she had brought back with her. The candles looked strangely familiar as she placed them in equally familiar glass containers before sliding them behind the arrangements, casting the flowers shadows across the room, a room that was filled with the light of an already well illuminated city, the blinds hadn’t been pulled.

  Vincent finally closed his eyes as was he asked and two sets of footsteps were heard, one set were Nadrea’s but the other was slow and measured, they sounded like a pair of heels. “Ok, you can open your eyes.”

  Vincent opened his eyes to find the Latin standing right in front of him, after gazing back at her silently admiring her presence in front of him.

  “Well do you like your present?” she ask playfully.

  “Of course I do, she’s absolutely stunning.” He said coyly, “I’ve been admiring her for years.”

  The Latin stood there, her long dark hair down and slightly covering her face and dark eyes, the silhouette of her hips accented by the soft light flickering from behind her. Vincent stood and she stepped in to kiss him, but he was looking away at Nadrea.

  “And now do what I told you.” Nadrea repeated moderately annoyed that Vincent hadn’t connected the dots “You have to unwrap her in front of me!”

  Vincent laughed his most wicked little laugh, not his hearty having fun laugh, but something darker and more sinister, the laugh of a deranged mad man in a bad Hollywood movie.

  “And you?” he asked Nadrea as he began to slide the Latin’s hair from her face kissing her before looking back to Nadrea for a response.

  “She’s not interested in me. But said I could watch.” Nadrea said before adding a sarcasm drenched “Hope you don’t get stage fright.”

  That sounded like a challenge to him as the Latin placed her arms around him drawing him close, her body was flushed, so warm and inviting and anything beyond verbal play had yet to begin in earnest.

  Looking at the Latin, “Oh where to start?”

  She looked at Nadrea “any where you want?” Vincent smiled taking the curves of her hips in his hands while they kissed endlessly without a pause for minutes on end. Her hands dancing across his back, caressing his shoulders, and eventually removing each French cuff and stepping back to place them on the end table next to the lamp.

  Nadrea was delighted at the sight of the pair, she leaned on the dining table by the flowers watching silently as the Latin removed his shirt, undoing each button slowly and deliberately one button at time, kissing his skin softly as it was exposed. Her full lips glowing with warmth as they touched his skin tingling him with increasing sensation as she moved from his chest to his rippled stomach. His shirt was soon un-tucked and as the last button, one below his belt line was undone she kneeled to kiss his waist below his trousers button on the wool of his pants. She looked upward through her dark hair, she was just now begin
ning to realize Vincent’s stature as his lust was only starting to grow.

  He reached down gently taking her by the hand bringing her back to her feet. As he placed his hands on her Vincent could feel the garter belt stretched across her bottom through her thin skirt and otherwise uncovered ass. He paused and kneeled down, first removing her shoes and then his lingering touch found its way her left leg caressing her calves, above her knee one hand slowly but firmly moving up her inner thigh the other up the outer thigh until her reached the top of her stocking. Both hands moved surely and firmly to the front garter unclasping it but making sure not to let go and snap into her as he moved his hands one around the outside of her leg and the other between them around to the back garter, toying with it as she tried to press into his arm between her legs. He unclasped it his large hands encircling her muscular thighs slowly removing the stocking inch by inch down her leg over her knee, across her calve his hands touching her sensuously as he lowered it to her ankle and off of her foot. As she balanced herself with her leg extended to its full length with a hand placed on his shoulder, his shirt draped open, its tail un-tucked and wrinkled. He placed the first stocking on the coffee table folding it neatly.