“Oh wow, this is beautiful.”
“Thank you.” We walked down the hall past my office and bedroom and into the living room.
“Helluva view you got” He raised the shades. “You get to see the arch and downtown everyday. I need to move downtown.” He laughed, pulling up the shades.
Putting down my books on the coffee table, I did a quick scan of the house. Surprisingly, I didn’t have anything embarrassing out.
“Vodka or Wine?”
“Vodka, of course.” I should have known better than to offer a man’s man like him wine. The vodka was a gift that my friend sent me. I hadn’t even broken the seal until now.
A few ice cubes and cold, clear liquid later I was handing him a glass of vodka and holding a wine glass of Riesling for myself.
“So what law do you want to practice?” I had to take it back to school, nothing else interested me.
“Criminal…” He sipped his drink and I sipped mine as I scrambled for things to ask but I had made a mistake. I sat on the couch instead of the recliner and he sat down beside me. Only a couch cushion between us and I could feel the summer heat radiating off of his body.
I watched his arms as I sipped my wine.
“What about you?”
“I’m not quite sure. I’m a good litigator but I know my dad would probably want me to go into something that would represent the people.” I pointed to my Dad’s picture on the wall, his full huge afro back when it was completely black and not a patch of skunk white combed through it, as he had now.
“Cordell Morris is your dad?” That surprised the hell out of me.
“You know him?”
“Hell yeah! I read one of his books back in undergrad in my African Literature class.” Now I felt embarrassed. Why did I just assume he didn’t know my Dad because he was a white boy?
“Wow, I’m sure he is proud of you.”
“Ahh...he has a funny way of showing it.”
“How so?” He sipped his drink, making a small look of anguish as he swallowed the clear vodka, but it would take more than a bit of Riesling for me to discuss my Dad. Before I could answer, we heard shots outside. I instantly went to the floor. “What was that, a gun?”
He laughed so loudly that the sounds bounced off the walls.
“Nooo...Fireworks look. I think the baseball game is ending.” I jumped up to see fireworks lighting the sky. Standing next to Brian, so close that I could hear his heartbeat and feel the heat from his skin, I wanted his arms around me, any man’s arms around me for that matter.
Joe wasn’t a man, but the way that Brian pummeled that guy I couldn’t help but see how much of a man he was. Only a man can protect a woman like that.
We watched the fireworks, sipping our drinks as I had the idea to put some music on. Grabbing a remote from the coffee table, a few buttons later and smooth jazz filled the room.
“So where do you live?” I asked him.
“Not far, an area they call the hill. I’m not sure if you know where that is?” I told him that my Mom was from St. Louis.
“Oh cool. So you kind of know.”
“Yeah somewhat. But I won’t have time for much else but these books.” I pulled them out of my bag, setting the monstrosities out on the coffee table.
“Ahh man... c’mon, you gotta do more than just study.” He grabbed the bottle of vodka, setting it down on the table.
“This is your last chance before the semester starts to get drunk and have some fun.” I laughed at that.
“Drunk? I don’t get drunk?”
“Why not...I get drunk every chance I can get.”
“You sound like an alcoholic.” He shrugged at that.
“If you had to deal with my job, you would be an alcoholic too.” Before I could ask more about his job, he filled up my now empty wine glass with the clear liquid, and his too.
“What are you doing?” He laughed bringing the glasses back to the couch.
“A little game we used to play back in undergrad. Get out your notes.” he commanded. I was hesitant at first but I did as he said and handed the notebook to him.
“For every question you get right, I take a drink. For everyone you get wrong, you take a drink.”“Noo...this isn’t fair.” I laughed, thinking of all the frat parties and sorority events I avoided in undergrad because of this silly behavior.
“Come on, it’s fun. It does wonders for your studying.”
“Okay whatever…” He smiled like an evil scientist.
“What are the four elements of negligence?” Shit! He would ask me that.
“Umm...Presence of duty of care, someone breached the duty, the breach directly causes injury, and…” Shit, I never could remember the last one.
“Thirty seconds.” I racked my brain as he counted down, mentally going through my notes but I couldn’t figure it out.
“Three, two, one…” He sounded an imaginary buzzer and handed me my drink.
“One big gulp.” Holding my breath I did it quickly. The liquid burning my chest as it went down causing me to cough.
“There ya go…the answer was proof of monetary losses.”
“Dammit.” I laughed touching his arm. He felt so warm and strong, his skin so smooth that it made me want to touch every part of his body.
“Shit…”
“What?” he asked, concerned, but I couldn’t tell him the truth.
“Nothing...just the liquor. It burns.” I fanned myself but if he only knew why I was really hot and that it had nothing to do with the vodka.
“Imagine if I had tequila?” he laughed, asking me another question.
“Without a reasonable doubt or…”
“Preponderance of the law.”
“Dammit, that was too easy.” He gulped down the vodka.
“Give me that book. Let me ask you some questions.” I went to grab the notebook. He pulled it away and in my clumsy, liquor stupor I fell on him. Chest to chest, face to face, we were inches away from each other.
“So you want the book?” he asked slowly and seductively, his mouth close enough to kiss mine.
“Yeah...I want it.” But I wasn’t talking about a book anymore. My body was pulsing and on fire being so close to him. My hands gripping the muscles of his arms, feeling his skin so close, it made me want to explode.
Do it! I told myself.
Closing my eyes, pushing past my fears, and shaking like a leaf, I pressed my lips forward and he pressed back. Our soft kiss exploded into a ravenous brawl of tongues with our hands groping all over each other.
On my couch, what started as study session was now a peep show with his shirt coming off first and mine following.
His mouth was like a magnet. It stuck to my body as he licked down my mouth to my neck and to my ear.
“I want you...I wanted you from the first second I saw you.” My body melted when he said that. I felt like putty in his hands and it wasn’t the liquor but just me wanting to feel touched from the inside out.
“I want you too...I moved my hands down to his zipper. Pulling at his jeans until I was able to get my hand inside his pants, moving past his boxers and feeling the huge muscle that was his cock made my eyes explode.
It wasn’t true; He was much bigger than anybody I had been with. I had to try it. I needed this inside me.
Reading my mind, he stood up from the couch, grabbing me in his arms. I felt like I was floating as he took me to my bed and laid me down, soft as a feather.
Pulling off his clothes he showed me what my hands felt and all I wanted was to feel him inside me.
What if, became right now, and I was about to have the time of my life with a white man. The best part was nobody had to know.
* * *
Fireworks...that's what I felt, exploding all over my body wherever he touched me and with every kiss my sex gushed with my juices getting wetter and wetter for him.
He was so gentle yet firm with me. My head was spinning as he pulled my clothes off leaving me i
n just my bra and panties on top of the sheets.
“I have never done this before.” I moaned as he kissed down my neck.
“What...sex?” He stopped and looked at me as if I were an alien with three heads.
“No...Silly. This soon...first night thing.” I prided myself on waiting for a set amount of dates but that was back in Georgia where everyone knew each other and I was way too busy studying and working to give guys a chance.
“We can wait…”
“No! Don’t stop.” Maybe it was the alcohol but I felt free and I wanted him inside me. How could I have this huge chunk of man in my bed and then turn him away? That would only lead to an endless night of tossing and turning from my unquenched horniness.
He kissed down my shoulder, pulling my bra strap with it. His hands were so quick and soft, finding the snaps of my bra and unbuttoning it like it was second nature.
Pulling the bra away he took one of my milk dud breasts in his mouth and then the other.
“Damn you taste so sweet.” His tongue twirling around my areola sent tremors to my clit. Then my other breast was in his mouth. He sucked them both detailing them with his tongue as I moaned.
Lying back against the bed, he kissed further, going down to my panties and not even bothering to slip them off. He blew through the fabric, his warm breath making my sex squeal.
“Please…” I begged, my back arching off the bed to get a glimpse of him. His eyes looking at me as his fingers and tongue went to work. Pulling my panties to the side with his teeth, feeling his warm wet tongue made my legs tremor. Moaning his name, I concentrated on every stroke of his tongue.
Joe never liked tasting me, it was like he was afraid to do it, but Brian knew me less than a day and he was already going down. I felt a finger rubbing my nub, only adding to the confusion and ecstasy of my orgasm when he slid two fingers inside of me. He was working me like an instrument and with every flicker of his fingers I made a new sound. My legs now wrapped around his head, I felt the intense tingling of heat begin in my toes and quickly spread up my legs.
“Somebody’s about to cum.” he reported as if I didn’t know. My legs were shaking uncontrollably now, I clinched the bed for leverage only to abandon the sheets and grab a fist full of his hair.
“Cum for me, I wanna taste you.” It was the sexiest shit I had ever heard.
My body did as he commanded. Seconds later I had the hardest, body seizing orgasm ever. My hands secured his hair. My body shook with his, but most of all he didn’t stop. He sucked harder, getting every morsel of my juices in his mouth until I collapsed back on the bed, weak and helpless.
“I think you need to be cross examined.” I heard the words but I thought I was dreaming.
“What?”
“Your honor, permission to treat this witness as a hostile witness.”
“Well the judge told me I could do what I wanted.” Pulling down his boxers I saw the huge dick that I only felt with my hands.
“Hold on...” With weak hands I reached for the nightstand pulling out a gold pack condom and handing it to him.
“Proceed counselor.” I loved this shit, I pulled my now soaked panties off and waited for him. In seconds the condom was on.
“Now, witness. I want you to tell me how good this feels.” He pulled me to the edge of the bed, angling his dick at my opening. Holding my breath I felt his dick circling my opening until he took a plunge. Pushing inside of me all air escaped in a sudden gush as he gently lay on top of me.
“I can’t hear you?” he growled, pushing deeper inside me. “Does it feel good?” I couldn’t answer. Only moans escaped as he gyrated his hips into me; a handful of my hair in his palm and his face in my neck.
“Yeah, I know its good.” He fit inside me like a special made glove; my pussy so tight around him that I moaned with every movement. “I’m going deeper.”
He told me and I didn’t believe he could, but inch-by-inch, I felt more of him.
“Shit...Brian.” I clawed at his back as I found words. My hips moving in unison with him as he thrust deeper inside me.
“Yes...Yes…” I screamed as he sat up, lifting my legs in the air. He sucked one of my toes in his mouth as he gyrated his hips into me. One hand was still massaging my clit. He was like a human octopus with his hands everywhere.
I couldn’t stop myself, I couldn’t hold it off; my orgasm exploded like a flood.
“I’m cumming...Oh my God.” I grabbed for anything I could hold as the pleasure overtook me. “Me too” he announced as he pumped faster, pushing in and out of my tight crevice until I heard him moan and felt him tremble. Pumping faster inside of me I watched his face as I pushed my pussy onto him; both of us coming together, moaning, and out of breath.
He fell out of me, lying by my side, smiling from ear to ear. His pale flesh against my brown sugar skin and for the first time I didn’t care about the difference.
“That was…” I couldn’t find the words.
“Yeah I know…” he laughed, kissing me.
It felt like way more than sex. I didn’t want to dare think of the word, that couldn’t be possible from knowing someone for a short while and having sex.
I prepared myself for him to get up and give me some excuse. But instead he pulled me close, pulling a sheet over us and letting me lay on his chest.
I heard his heart beat as my eyelids became heavy, though my brain was always thinking.
Could this be more than just sex? I wasn’t sure. But if it was just sex, I wouldn’t be mad., Brian McGwire had fucked me better than any man, and for that I had every intention of trying to keep him around.
4
Blue
Of course, the night I decide to have some fun, I get a call at four in the morning waking me from my sleep.
My eyes popped open hearing the buzzing of my cell phone. I had an uncanny ability to hear and sense when someone was trying to call me. Easing out of her bed I found my phone, naked in her living room with the beautiful view behind me, I answer as quietly as I can.
“McGwire.”
“Time to report, we have an incident.” I heard my commander’s voice and he sounded on high alert as if he had been up for hours and it was only 4am.
“What’s the issue?”
“Have you watched the news, McGwire?”
“No sir...I was in class all…”
“Get your ass to the station ASAP and you’ll see what’s happening.”
“Okay, right away…” Before I could finish he had already hung up, leaving me with my dick out in this woman’s living room, and holding my cell phone.
I should have just ignored the call, stayed in bed curled up with her warm body. Now I was searching for my shirt and pulling on my jeans. My shoes were by the couch next to the bottle of vodka and the glasses that we drank from a few hours before.
Going to the bedroom I thought about waking her, telling her that I had work but watching her sleep, I didn’t want to be rude.
This was the life I chose as a swat officer. I was always on call in a thankless job but the adrenaline rush was all I needed. Just like last night, beating the shit out of that guy trying to rob Alicia. I thought about it as I got dressed in the dark.
I was stealthily quiet trying not to wake her as I moved around in the darkness. The only light came from the moon shining through her huge windows that overlooked the city.
Searching my phone to find the news, I found what my commander was talking about.
“An 18 year old male, unarmed, shot by a police officer.” The headlines read. “City in uproar.” I had way too many questions but my job was a job. I had to go in to get the real answers. I stopped at the bed, watching Alicia sleep some more but I had to go to work. Unlike her, I didn’t have any savings. The force was my only way to pay for school. So I tip-toed out of her apartment being careful to shut her front door slowly and quietly.
Usually I didn’t care about a girl’s feelings. I would get dressed as loud as I
felt, tell them I was leaving, and walk out, only to never call again. But this one was a little different.
Going to the elevator I started to focus, changing my mind from civilian to officer. I couldn’t go into work thinking about the piece of ass I just got. I had to go in with my mind focused on the job.
No matter how much I liked her, that shit had to be put to the side for right now. At this moment I was an officer of the law and no woman would make me forget that.
5
Black
He was gone, I felt it as soon as I opened my eyes and I instantly felt like a dumbass. Why did you sleep with him so soon? The worrier in me was embarrassed and afraid of what might happen. I went to school with this man and now I would have to look at a one-night stand for the rest of my days. But then my optimistic side kicked in. What if he had something to do? Nevertheless, I was getting out of my bed naked and alone but the tingling between my legs and soreness in my thighs made me smile. If nothing else, the old rumor they had about white boys was false. Brian was more than packing in the dick department.
Looking at the clock, I had forty-five minutes before I had to be in class. Jumping up, I turned on the shower, and then walked around my apartment to make sure everything was there. All that remained from my “sexcapade” were the two glasses, vodka, and the trail of my clothes leading from the living room to the bedroom.
“No big deal Alicia. No one knows.” I talked to myself often. Since I was growing up with no one to really talk to or confide in, I became my own biggest ally. Plus, my therapist said it was a good way for me to keep my anxiety down.
I’d had anxiety issues since high school. It started out as sweaty palms and turned into me passing out one day in class, right before a test. My therapist said it's attached to my fanatical nature to succeed but she didn’t know what drove me to this point. I just couldn’t be unsuccessful. That much was in me and everyday I felt the pressure from my mother to be better.
My phone rang, of course, and at this hour I knew it could only be one person.
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