by Berry, Kitty
When we get to my class he leans down and kisses me gently on the mouth. “Where were you when I was in school?” he asks.
“Probably playing with my dolls and learning how to tie my shoes old man” I joke with him.
He laughs and kisses me again then sighs. “I have a business meeting for dinner tonight that I can’t get out of; it’s kind of important and will probably go late. Can I come by after or would you rather I not wake you up if you’re already asleep?”
I’m relived about the meeting, I was afraid he would ask to see me again tonight and I’d have to make something up, I can’t very well tell him that I’m working at a gentlemen’s club tonight. Something tells me he would not be too happy about that. I tell him to call or text me when he’s on his way over so I’ll expect him. He agrees and asks if he should go home first to get changed for bed. I ask him to bring his change of clothes with him and leave on his suit.
“This is a very splendid sight, Mr. Stone and I am enjoying the view tremendously but I also like the view in a suit too.”
“As you wish, Miss Cooper. See you tonight…in my suit. Oh, and Sydney, you look beautiful. If I had to take a final right now in that class with you, I’d fail it miserably. All I would be able to think about was getting you out of that dress and under me. God, I wish I was in your class. See you tonight. Good luck, babe.”
And with that smirk of his on his face he walks away from me once again leaving me with an ache between my legs and yearning for more. Now how am I supposed to take and pass my final with thoughts of being naked and under him?
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I leave Sydney at her class and walk through campus to Alex’s office to pick up my ticket for the auction. I find that I have an extra spring to my step today caused by her. I also have an aching dick because of her too but I hope to remedy that situation as soon as possible. I am excited about a relationship for the first time. The fact that I can even think of it as a relationship says something. But I’m confused and not sure how to play my next step.
Alex is sitting at his desk deep in thought when I walk in. He’s in a pair of jeans and a sky blue collared shirt, looking casually cool but distracted, pure Alex.
“Penny for your thoughts” I ask.
Alex tells me that he’s trying to correct finals and his mind can’t focus. He’s worried about this auction and my plans for Sydney. I tell him that I’m not sure what my plans are anymore and he looks at me with raised eyebrows.
“What, change of heart? Thinking about listening to my advice for once and going at this from a normal relationship angle like every other guy our age?”
I’m not sure what I’m going to do but I do know I am not letting anyone except me win services of any kind from Sydney at the auction. I warn him that I am planning on paying anything I have to; there will be no limit to my bidding.
“Have you talked to her about what she’s wearing? I want to send her something.”
“Stone, most men don’t dictate what a woman wears so no, I have not spoken to her about what she’s planning on wearing. If you want to send her something, be my guest.”
“I’m not dictating, I’m being generous. Okay, thanks for the ticket. I’ll see you Saturday night. I’m off to Saks to pick something out for her.” And with that I’m out the door.
On my way to the car I spot her from behind. It’s her hair that I notice first. Her hair reminds me of someone but I can never put my finger on whom. I creep up behind her and cover her eyes while pulling her into my body and kissing her neck. At first she tries to resist and fight me but as soon as she realizes it’s me she softens into my embrace and turns to see me. I push a lock of her hair behind her ear and kiss her softly on the lips. Even before I have taken her into subspace she melts under my touch. Beautiful.
“What are you still doing here?” she asks me.
“I just finished with Alex and now I’m on my way to the gym then into the office where I will sit behind my desk wondering what you’re doing” I admit.
I take her bag and walk her to her last class of her college career. When we get to the door I pull her into my arms and instead of kissing her gently I pull her to my body and cover her mouth with mine. My tongue licks her bottom lip then finds its way into her mouth. She doesn’t struggle but instead melts into me. Her tongue twirls with mine and a moan escapes her. I pull back, smile at her and say, “Good luck, baby. See you tonight, we’ll finish this then” and I turn and walk away.
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I walk into class in a Damian induced haze to find Allison with her mouth wide open and staring at me. “What the hell was that? Is that your boyfriend?” she asks me still with her mouth wide open.
“Oh, I don’t know. We haven’t really put a name to it yet” I admit and for the first time I think that maybe we should talk about what’s going on between us before it goes any further.
“Does he go to school here? I can’t believe I’ve never seen him before, he’s not the kind of guy you miss or that you forget.”
“No, he went to school in Connecticut and he graduated like eight years ago. He’s a CEO of his own company now” I report.
“Lucky you, drop dead beautiful and rich too. Who cares what you call it as long as you’re fucking him” Allison crudely says.
I don’t bother to tell her that we’re not “fucking” and that I’m scared to death that he’ll try to do just that very soon. The professor walks in ending our conversation and for the next hour I focus on my last final. It’s hard to believe that I am done with school and about to be an adult in the real world. It’s a little overwhelming.
After my final I head home to work on my sketch for the living space. When I reach the apartment building there are reporters camped out in front with cameras. I rush past them with my head down as they yell to me and snap as many pictures as they can. I head to my apartment and lose myself in my work, I can’t think about the reporters and pictures or I’ll go out of my mind with worry.
I want to be sure to keep the floor to ceiling rock fireplace as the focal point of the room. The facade is covered in the same stones that Damian seems to use on the front of his buildings as well as throughout. When I look at it I am reminded of him and I love the feelings it stirs inside of me. I am planning on hanging a large flat screen TV flush to it so I can angle the seating to it. I am going to ask Pete to make me floor to ceiling bookshelves on each side of the windows and then my minimalist look will be accomplished. All I need to purchase for this space other than the TV is the flooring, seating and the curtains. I want to go with Brazilian gray slate floors. I want it to look clean, sleek and urban like the man I want to see lounging in the space watching a game on a Sunday or reading the paper, maybe cuddling with me on a sofa.
Pete arrives not long before I head out to shop and he promises to get me the flooring I want and have the built in bookshelves done. He tells me the other guys will be able to start painting the space tomorrow. Pete looks to be Damian’s age; close to thirty would be my guess. He has a sexy goatee on his chin that’s as black as the short hair on his head. He has deep brown eyes and a controlling manner about him. Pete seems like a great guy but there’s something under the surface of him that seems sad and detached. Pete and I share a few pleasantries then I excuse myself to throw my hair up into a ponytail and tuck it into a baseball hat before I don a pair of huge dark sunglasses of Parker’s and head out in disguise. The reporters and photographers won’t recognize or bother me this time.
When I reach the shops I start with the seating and find myself drawn to white, I go with a three seat sofa. I imagine Damian and I curled up on the sofa in front of a fire, me in his arms, him pressing sweet kisses to my lips.
As I pass a store front I fall in love with a large area rug that has cardinal red, jet black and tan colors throughout and can’t help but change my mind and create my design around it.
My next stop is an easy decision, the TV. I go to the same electronics stor
e as I did yesterday and the salesman salivates when he sees me and the huge commission about to come his way again. I go with a ninety inch LED 3D HDTV. The salesman says it’s every man’s dream and I want Damian to spend a lot of time at my place, I think this will sweeten the deal. I figure he should get something out of whatever it is we’re doing seeing as how I’m probably not going to be giving him sex anytime soon. This TV is the least I can do for him.
When I exit the store I check my phone and find an email from Damian.
From: Damian Stone
Subject: Witchery
Date: May 24, 2012 4:21pm
To: Sydney Cooper
I am sitting here in a meeting that has taken a turn for the worse and all I can think about is you. I don’t know what kind of spell you have cast over me, Sydney Cooper. I can’t wait to see you tonight but I’m afraid it will be later than I thought. This situation needs to be resolved in my favor before I can leave. I’ll let you know when I have a better idea of my ETA…
Damian Stone
CEO, Stone Empire, Inc.
From: Sydney Cooper
Subject: Mixed up letters
Date: May 24, 2012 4:39pm
To: Damian Stone
Day…I think you have mixed up your letters and instead of a W you meant to type B! You know the saying “Birds of a feather” right? Because I am under a spell as well. Sorry your meeting sucks I am on my way to get drapes for the living space. I can’t wait to see you…hope it won’t be too late.
Syd
My last stop for the day is for drapes. I choose to have a pair of French pleated tri-color drapes made for me to match the area rug. The woman running the store is very sweet and says she’s slow at the moment and can get them done for me by tomorrow. It doesn’t hurt that I offer to pay her a huge fee and promise to use her in my future designing jobs, or that I mention my new friend, Mr. Stone.
Another email must have come through when I was in the store.
From: Damian Stone
Subject: Letters
Date: May 24, 2012 5:17pm
To: Sydney Cooper
Do not call yourself a bitch ever again and never think that I would either. These people I’m with fucking suck! If it’s too late do you not want me to come?
Damian Stone
CEO, Stone Empire, Inc.
I wait until I am in the lobby of the apartment building to reply…
From: Damian Stone
Subject: Any time, any way…
Date: May 24, 2012 5:58pm
To: Sydney Cooper
…I can have you I’ll take it…that’s how strong the spell is; Day and you have no idea how hard it is for me to admit that. I’m afraid of how bad this can hurt me.
Syd
I rush back to the apartment to get ready for Hard as Stone. I find the apartment empty, the bookshelves completed and a note from Pete saying the flooring is all set and he’ll be able to start first thing in the morning. I’ll have to head out to get paint when I wake up; I’m thinking a tan color to coordinate with the area rug.
I jump in the shower, do my hair and makeup and grab my duffle bag. When I head out and jump in a cab I notice a text from Damian…Will never hurt u promise. feeding these fuckers now… c u as soon as I can…let’s talk 2night about some things…D…
I don’t respond because we pull up to Hard as Stone to find the place packed. I can’t even see the front of the building as I walk to the employee entrance and slip inside unnoticed. At first I was worried that it was the reporters and that they had found out who I was and that I work here but then I notice that they are just regular guys and a few girls waiting to get in. Clark is standing at the bar and I head in his direction to find out what all the hype is about. Maybe there’s a Hollywood actor scheduled to be here tonight.
“Hey Clark, what’s up with the crowd? You can’t even see the front of the building from outside there’s so many people.”
“It’s for you, sweetheart. We always post the schedule of when girls will be on for the regulars and word about you has gotten out. They’re here to see you, honey. Hope you brought your A game tonight” he says.
I head to the back, get changed and stretch out. I have four hours of dancing ahead of me. My first set begins and I don’t stop dancing until my shift is over. When I’m finished I’m tired, my muscles are sore but my psyche feels invigorated.
Clark tells me that they want Leslie and I to do a set together beginning tomorrow night so we’ll have to work out a routine tomorrow during the day. I go into the back, clean the makeup off my face, get changed and find a bouncer to put me in a cab. It’s a rule we have, we are not allowed to walk out of the club alone in case some head case is waiting for us thinking we’ll give them a good time in the back alley. I am so tired from four hours of dancing but my adrenaline kicks in when I check my phone and find another text from Damian.
Texted u hours ago u never answered…where r u? on way 2 u now c u by midnight
I fly out of the cab and through the front doors of the apartment building right at midnight, not even taking note as to whether there were reporters there taking my picture or not. I run up the flight of stairs not wanting to wait for the elevator. I punch in the code on my door and half expect to see Damian standing in my apartment but the space is empty. I go into my bedroom, put my duffle bag away and get changed into my heather gray cotton V-neck t-shirt and white lace trim shorts. I go into the bathroom brush my teeth, fix my hair and spray on my perfume before I hear my ringtone for Damian.
“Hey Day. Where are you?”
“I’m pulling up out front now. I didn’t want to scare you knocking on your door this late. I’m sorry it took so long. Do you want me to just go home?”
“Of course not. Let yourself in, I’ll be in my room” I say before I hang up with a smile spreading across my face.
A few minutes later I hear my apartment door open and then Damian is coming into my bedroom as he says, “God, I need you.” He lunges for me, pushes me up against my wall and kisses me deeply with a strong desire I have never experienced. He pins me to the wall with his hips and I can feel his very hard and very large erection pressing into me. I put my hands on his chest and he pulls back and looks at me for a minute before speaking as if he’s trying to conjure up the right words. “Sydney. I. Oh, God. I want you so bad but I have this feeling that if I try anything more than this you’re going to run and I’m going to lose you, and I can’t lose you.”
“Day, we need to talk. Let’s sit down. Okay?” I ask.
We sit on my bed and I manage to be brave enough to ask him what we’re doing. He tells me that he has never had a girlfriend. He says he’s been with a lot of woman but never in a serious relationship. He says the thought of it scares him, he doesn’t know if he can do the relationship thing but that if it’s what I want he also can’t risk losing me. I tell him that for someone who thinks they can’t do the boyfriend thing he does a damn good job of it.
“Damian, we’ve only known each other for a week and you’ve already acted like a better boyfriend then any girl I know has ever had” I report.
“I just want you to be safe and happy and I’ll do anything to make that happen. Maybe we can just continue to take things slow, you know, one step at a time.”
“Sure. Let’s take things one slow step at a time. By the way you look great in that suit.”
“Do I now? Well, I hate to disappoint you but I think I’ll go slip into something more comfortable” he says like an actress from the 1920s as he leaves me sitting on my bed wondering what that talk really accomplished.
Damian returns wearing his standard t-shirt and sweatpants and climbs into bed next to me.
“I know we just said we’d move one slow step at a time but I was hoping you’d make out with me until we’re too tired to keep our eyes open then let me hold you in my arms while you sleep again.”
I don’t bother to speak, I lunge at him on my bed and he pulls me on top of
him. We are laying flush against each other. His hands are tangled in my hair and I am running my hands through his. Our mouths are all over one another, on each other’s mouths, eyes, necks, ears, noses, throats and chins.
We do as he wanted and make out for a very long time. The whole time with me laying on top of him able to feel his excitement growing rock solid between us. After I don’t know how long we finally tire and start to slow our kisses, Damian finally pushing me to my side and spooning me, holds me to his body and we fall asleep in each other’s arms again.