by Tysha Jordyn
Ascending a trail of nibbles along Braelyn’s cheek, Kai’s lips found their way to Braelyn’s and drew her into a deep, sensual kiss. Tongues dancing a slow samba, Kai’s hand gripped her hip, slid across her abdomen, meandered around her side, and came to rest on her breast. In an impeccably coordinated tempo, she teased Braelyn’s nipple with each thrust of her tongue, and effortlessly brought her nipple to a pert erection.
Gripping Kai’s ass, Braelyn’s hands traveled up to her shoulders and reversed their route as her nails skated along Kai’s flesh, rosy tracks evidence of their journey. Not to be outdone, Kai’s hands made their way down to Braelyn’s hips, turned due west, and came to rest on her flower. Swept up in the pre-eruption flow below, Kai’s fingers entered Braelyn’s waterfall and delicately caressed each petal, sending pulsating currents to her core.
Eager to match Kai’s exploration, Braelyn’s hips rose as she began a slow and steady grind against Kai’s fingers. Braelyn’s back arched as she hijacked Kai’s navigation and forced her fingers to descend the water slide, and enter her stigma. Kai’s fingers now played a melodic percussion against her walls; Braelyn’s grind gained speed as she tried to draw Kai deeper inside. Stimulating her pearl as she dug deeper and deeper, Kai’s tongue drew Braelyn’s nipple into her lips; tongue flicks grew into suckling, nibbling, biting.
Reaching a peak of sensory overload, Braelyn’s hips now bucked against Kai’s handiwork as her body teetered on the brink of ecstasy. Sensing her imminent climax and in one smooth motion, Kai slid her body down and allowed her lips to come to rest on Braelyn’s pearl. Kisses grew to suckles, and Braelyn’s feet came to rest on her shoulders; her face became the foundation of Braelyn’s grind as her hips worked to absorb every ounce of friction that Kai gave. Her hands sought Braelyn’s nipples once again, teasing and tugging as her tongue lashed Braelyn down below.
Braelyn’s explosion imminent, she gripped Kai’s head, not wanting her ride to jump the track before her eruption was complete. Braelyn’s grinding became harder, faster, more focused as Kai’s tongue danced frantically and jumped from one spot to another. Breathing became short, Braelyn’s breath caught in her chest as Kai slid one, two fingers inside, and dug deeper.
No longer able to resist the trifold of stimulation, a flurry of screams escaped Braelyn’s larynx. Riding the wave of explosions, she came again…and again...and again. Just when she assumed her eruption was complete, Kai introduced a new round of lingual assaults, throwing Braelyn’s body into yet another fit of moans. Sheets gripped in her hands, Braelyn rode wave after wave until her body collapsed against their bed, sated by their passionate round of foreplay.
Eager to delve into round two of their session, Kai slid her body along Braelyn’s until their lips met in the sweetest of kisses. Braelyn’s limbs swathed her in an embrace so taut that their flesh appeared interlaced; just then, Kai’s phone jingled an unwelcome interruption to their interlude.
“I’m sorry babe, I have to get this, I—”
“Really? You HAVE to get that right at this moment?”
“I know, babe. I’m on call tonight, I’m sorry,” Kai sighed apologetically as she reached for her phone and shuffled down the hall to tend to the call.
Frustrated, Braelyn pounded her fists into the bed as she glowered at the ceiling, disappointed with how familiar she was with such disruptions. She wondered how long Kai would be this time. Thirty minutes? An hour? She wouldn’t remember how long Kai was gone, because she dozed off shortly after the Blu-ray display hit the 20-minute mark.
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Daybreak crept through their blackout panels, bathing her face in nature’s wake up call. Rolling over to cuddle, she was surprised to find Kai’s side of the bed empty…and cold. Both eyes now open, she spotted the note Kai had left on the nightstand. Not even bothering to read it, she balled it up, hurled it toward the sunshine, and retreated back under the covers.
Satisfied with her hour or so of pouting, she dragged herself into the shower. As the heated streams rinsed her annoyance down the drain, her hands explored the flesh they were oh so familiar with. Destination pre-determined, she attempted to ease the throbbing that her thighs unsuccessfully tried to quell.
Eyes shut to the outside world, her mind painted a sensual backdrop, complete with a silhouette of her lady love. Pulsating showerhead in hand, her body rested against the slate wall and submitted to the jets of water that strategically lashed each petal. Her pearl grew with urgency as she eased closer to climax…three steps away…Kai’s silhouette drew closer, and as Braelyn felt her touch, her breath quickened…two steps away…Kai’s silhouette and her shadow became one, jets of water tap-dancing up and down, up and down her pearl…BOOM…the explosion was so intense that she wildly grabbed at the walls as though they would, or could, offer some sort of support as Braelyn struggled not to fold into a spent mass of orgasmic nerves.
Now stretched across the duvet, Braelyn relished in the goose bumps that sprouted as the whir of the ceiling fan provided a natural air drying to her shower-moist skin. Glancing at the clock, she noticed that she still had the better portion of a bright Saturday morning ahead of herself. What to do, what to do…the cyanic glow her cellphone alerted her to at least one missed alert; retrieving it from the nightstand, she glanced at the screen to discover Roxy’s usual morning check-in. Braelyn loved her girl to death, but she needed a distraction for that day that registered as low as possible on the drama scale, which meant hanging with Roxy was out of the question. If she got her butt into gear, she could make the PiYo class at the gym around the corner.
Gym clothes thrown on in a dash, she managed to slide into the back row of the class just as the instructor delivered her jovial greeting.
“Good morning sunshines, time to work those bodies!” the instructor exclaimed as she launched into a series of warm-up stretches, which felt more like killer workout moves. She worked their bodies so well that Braelyn released every ounce of tension that her orgasmic shower missed earlier that morning.
Collapsing on the floor for a few minutes, Braelyn caught her breath long enough to grab her mat, towel, and water bottle, awkwardly bumping into a very pregnant classmate in the process.
“I’m so sorry, excuse my clumsiness,” Braelyn apologized.
“You’re good dear, but I sure could use a little help reaching that. My ride will be here in like half a second,” the mommy-to-be pointed toward her jumbled mess of a mat.
“Sure, no problem, happy to help; when are you due?” Braelyn asked, making casual conversation.
“Not soon enough! Eight more weeks, girl.”
“Well shoot, you’re moving pretty well for someone so close to giving birth!”
“Thanks, I hope I move a lot better than I feel,” she playfully giggled.
They continued their lighthearted chat as they headed toward the exit, breaching the doors and enjoying the rush of fresh air that met them. After chatting for a few more minutes, the mommy-to-be reached for her things as her ride approached.
“There’s my ride, thanks so much for helping a pregnant sistah haul her load, it’s been nice chatting with ya!”
“Aww, you’re welcome, you take it easy…I didn’t catch your name.”
“Joy, and yours?” she replied, but before Braelyn could fix her mouth to respond, she was momentarily stunned into silence as Joy’s ride pulled alongside the curb, bringing Braelyn face-to-face with her ride—none other than Dimples.
“And so we meet again, gorgeous,” Sevaughn cooed in a tone so sultry that Braelyn knew she couldn’t be the only one to notice her obvious flirtation.
“Small world it is, huh,” Braelyn countered.
“Indeed it is.”
“I’m sorry, do you two know each other?” Joy inquired, understandably a bit perplexed.
“Not as well as we will in the near future,” Sevaughn replied with a cockiness that was oh so sexy.
“Uhh, Joy, I met your...”
“S
ister, Sevaughn’s my big sister.”
“…sister the other night downtown.”
As if hit by a sudden jolt of epiphany, Joy clapped her hands together and exclaimed, “Ohhhhhh, you’re brown sugar lips. I see what you mean, sis!”
“Brown sugar lips?” For a second, Braelyn spied a slight shift of apprehension in Sevaughn, a stark contrast to the butter smooth demeanor she’d observed thus far.
“Don’t mind my sister. Sometimes her preggo hormones hijack her mouth and her tongue runs wild,” Sevaughn snickered, her cool back intact. Joy sauntered around the vehicle’s hood and slid her way into the passenger seat, leaving Sevaughn and Braelyn to continue their banter.
“So, it would appear that the universe intends our paths to cross—twice in less than 24 hours? No way that’s a coincidence, right?” Sevaughn inquired.
“You may have a point.”
“So, let’s not disappoint the universe. Are you free this afternoon?”
“Free for?”
“Truth? I’m in charge of planning my sister’s baby shower, and I could use some company—and some advice because I have no idea what to get.”
“Uhh, I’m not sure if I’m free…give me a call later to check?”
“I would love to give you a call...if I had your number,” Sevaughn retorted coyly, her eyes speaking volumes of her thoughts at the moment.
“Right, gimme your phone,” and with that, Braelyn tapped her number in and passed the phone back.
“You’ll definitely hear from me later. By the way, you wear ‘post workout drip’ oh so well,” her sly words trailed off as she retreated into the vehicle. Shooting Braelyn one last wink, she flashed her dimples as she pulled off into traffic.
Whew Lawd, I know better, what am I getting myself into, Braelyn questioned herself.
Chapter Three
Just a few days from the weekend, Wednesdays had always been the busiest day of Braelyn’s work week, and the one day that the sunset beat her home. Today was no exception, but her organized chaos was complicated by the incessant DING of her cell phone. Without even looking down at the screen, she knew the source of her most recent call to recess. Unlocking the screen with a swift swipe, a playful grin danced at the corners of her mouth as she read Sevaughn’s response to her latest inquest.
SEVAUGHN: only if she dsn’t beat me 2 it 1st
She’d wasted no time at all hitting Braelyn up after running into each other at the gym last weekend, and they’d been texting incessantly ever since.
BRAELYN: cntrl freak lol
SEVAUGHN: Hmm…control & freak in d same sentence? HAWTNESS
BRAELYN: LOL, calm down Dimplez – meeting @?
SEVAUGHN: 6pm, rite after work, kool?
BRAELYN: k, c u then
Expecting an early arrival of her new bundle, Joy had moved her baby shower up three weeks, giving Sevaughn even less time to pull it all together, and she made no qualms about reminding Braelyn that she’d stood her up over the weekend. Short on free time, they’d agreed to meet at the party store later that evening to pick up the last few things on the decoration list. With a seemingly psychic penchant for intrusion, Emery entered and helped himself to a chair.
“Hmmm, now just what’s got your ADD in overdrive today, Miss Thang?”
“Huh? What?”
“See, that right there, caught ya slippin.’ What daydream are you all wrapped up in?”
“You are SO extra, Emery. Nothing’s up, just checking things off my mental list.”
“Uh uh, I know that look—did y’all pull the swing out last night?!”
“What? No! You’re about to get evicted from that chair, homeboy,” Braelyn squealed.
“Well, there’s DEFINITELY something up today, because your 3pm meeting just started 10 minutes ago—without the queen of punctuality,” Emery toyed.
“Shit! It’s 3 already?” Braelyn shouted as she quickly gathered the stack of papers she’d been swamped in since that morning.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, don’t forget your phone!” Emery called to her back as she made a quick U-turn, scooped her phone off the desk, and continued her dash down the hall.
Thirty minutes later and meeting adjourned, she hoped nothing important was put out in the briefing because her mind was 5 miles from Jupiter. Breezing through the last few hours of the day on autopilot, she made a mad dash for the garage at 5:30, eased her way into traffic, and made it to the party store right as her audio deck flashed 6pm. Sevaughn must have beat her there, because Braelyn spied her approaching the driver side of her 760Li as she stole a second to touch up her lip gloss in the visor mirror.
“Check out brown sugar, oh so sweet.”
“Hey there, you beat me, huh?” Braelyn lulled, so happy she had too much pigment to blush.
“Yup, no big deal, though. Let’s knock this out so we can grab some grub,” Sevaughn urged as she almost purposely flashed those dimples.
“Presumptuous, aren’t we? What if I have other plans?”
“Cross that bridge when we get to it.”
With that, they fell into a casual conversation as they strode toward the store entrance. Inside, Braelyn could immediately tell that Sevaughn wasn’t the shopping type.
“Damn, how many rolls of streamer does she need?”
“You gotta think about the size of the room, can’t have too much white space.”
“If you say so. Seems like you’ve done this before…”
“Shopping? Yeah, all the time,” Braelynn joked.
“Baby shower planning, I mean.”
“I’ve done it a time or two. Always the auntie, never the mommy.”
“Always the auntie, huh? That’s cute. Is becoming a mommy on your five-year plan?”
“Ehh, I don’t know. I think we work way too much, don’t have much time for a baby.”
“We…and there it is…”
“Yeah, WE,” Braelyn smiled.
“So, tell me about this other half of your WE,” Sevaughn eagerly inquired.
“What do you want to know?”
“Why you’re here with me instead of home sitting on her face,” Sevaughn shot back without hesitation.
“Well damn, straight to the point, I see. But uh, she’s working late, as usual, so I figured I’d kill two birds with one stone; help you shop and keep myself occupied.”
“So you want me to keep you occupied…I can do that,” Sevaughn coyly smiled.
“That’s not what I meant…well…you know what I mean,” Braelyn nervously smiled.
“Relax, ma. I’m just teasing, but we gotta talk more about this working late thing over dinner—if you’re free, that is.”
The rest of their shopping trip was filled with much lighter conversation, thank goodness. Always the perfectionist, Braelyn dragged Sevaughn up and down nearly every aisle, taking care to snag each item she thought would work to put on the perfect shower for Joy.
Purchases bagged and paid for, Sevaughn swayed Braelyn to join her for a quick dinner, so she followed Sevaughn to a pizzeria a few miles down the highway. In what Braelyn suspected was full impress mode, Sevaughn helped her out of the car and instinctively hovered her hand over the small of Braelyn’s back, and they darted across the street. From the corner of her eye, Braelyn swore she caught a glimpse of a black SUV nearly identical to the one Sevaughn drove Joy home in the other day…
Spying her favorite booth upon entry, Sevaughn led Braelyn to a rear corner and settled as the waitress left to retrieve their drinks.
“Got a thing for corner booths, huh?” Braelyn queried.
“I’m a people watcher, and they always offer the best views,” Sevaughn winked.
“I guess. So what’s good to eat here?”
“On the menu?”
“Such a perv,” Braelyn joked, “YES, on the menu—that’s what we came here for, right? The menu?”
“That remains to be seen, but we’ll see where the evening takes us,” Sevaughn teased, her tone smooth and coc
ky at the same time.
At that moment, it dawned on Braelyn that she had no idea what Sevaughn did for a living, so it was time to do some digging. “So, what exactly keeps you occupied during the day?” Braelyn asked, feigning just a slight interest.
“Good question. I run a start-up with a friend, I’m the money person.”
“Interesting, so what exactly does the start-up specialize in?”
“Quite the PI tonight, aren’t we? But let’s talk more about work another time. Not to sound cliché, but why would any chick in her right mind pass on rushing home to dive into you?”
“You really don’t mince words, do ya?” Braelyn giggled uneasily, “But umm, what can I say? Her job is demanding, so when duty calls, she runs. It’s cool though, we have a pretty good routine.”
“And where in that routine does she make time to fuck you like there’s no tomorrow?”
“She makes plenty of time to—”
“Ahh, come on ma, you don’t have to bullshit me. You’re way too tense to be getting thoroughly fucked on a regular basis…no disrespect.” Sevaughn’s locs fell behind her shoulders as she turned her drink up.
Hiding behind her glass of wine, Braelyn struggled to keep a straight face, not wanting her expression to confirm Sevaughn’s presumption. “You seem real concerned with my being fucked—what’s up with that?” Braelyn asked, avoiding eye contact.
“Hmm, I’ll show you how concerned I am…someday…when you’re sure that’s what you want,” Sevaughn effortlessly retorted, their gazes locked as though they were in a standoff.
“Are you always so damn cocky?” Braelyn asked, walking a fine line between intrigue and irritation.
“Only when I know I’m right,” and with that, Sevaughn flashed those dimples, melting away any irritation Braelyn had felt just a few seconds ago.
Over a massive serving of calzones, they turned the conversation to much lighter fare and got real acquainted. Three glasses of wine and three beers down, they were super relaxed, so much so that their body language spoke massive volumes of their undeniable attraction. Sevaughn’s arm draped across her shoulders, Braelyn easily rested her head against Sevaughn’s arm as though they were more than new acquaintances.