Once, I was looking for an answer to a question I had not asked out loud. I was sick of the routine. I had become bored with the staleness of the air, and the clock striking whatever. I just wanted an evening to myself. So I ended up at one of my favorite spots, ‘Lust’. Black owned, the drinks were good, the ambiance was great and the food was top notch. I walked to the bar and chatted with the tender as if we were old friends. I was there for maybe an hour feeling like myself again when I saw her. Beautiful.

I had noticed her before once or twice and we gave each other a nice smile. We were regulars for sure. But this time she walked over to me. She was different. Bold, loud and expressive. The type to command attention when she walks in a room without saying a word. So imagine my surprise when she asked if the seat next to me was taken.

She had this way of making me feel like I was the only one in the room. Our chemistry was out of this world and you could literally smell the lust in the air. We talked and laughed like we had known each other our whole lives. The restaurant was closing and the full booths and crowded bar was now bare.

“Alright ladies, Y’all don’t have to go home… and y’all know the rest.” Laughing the young tender handed us our checks.

“Were you meeting someone?” I asked while putting on my jacket. “I didn’t mean to steal your time.”

“No not at all, I wanted to put something sexy on, get out and have a drink, maybe meet a beautiful woman and have some good conversation.” She said smiling. And what a gorgeous smile it was. “Seems like I accomplished all of my missions. It’s sad the night has to end. Where you headed?” She asked.

Before she had come in I made it up in my mind I was going home to be with Ben & Jerry. Now all I could think about was kissing her. Touching her.

“Home I guess, I don’t stay far from here. Night cap? It’s a liquor store not far from my place.” Gesturing outside. Her scent was intoxicating. I wasn’t ready to part. Like I said she was beautiful. Light carmel skin, thick, almond eyes, her lips… pink and perfectly curved. Suckable.

We stepped outside and I wondered if she could see me blushing. “Yea that sounds good.” She answered.

The walk was quick but long enough for me to fantasize about what I wanted to do to her. I imagined my hands on her breasts, kissing her neck and hearing her moan with pleasure. Her subtle bumps against me while walking didn’t go unnoticed either. Even after I moved over she still found a way to touch me. Ok sexy, let’s play. I thought to myself.

One bottle of Don Julio, two cups of ice and a Juicy Juice later we were laughing uncontrollably trying to get to my apartment. Between the flights of stairs and laughing it was hard to breathe. I was wiping the tears from my eyes when I felt her caress my face as she planted a gentle kiss on my lips. “I’m sorry, I’ve been wanting to do that all night.” She said taking a step back.

My flesh was hot and my panties were damp. “Is that all you wanted to do?” I asked with my best seductive look. “Next time warn me so I can be ready.” I turned my back to her giggling trying to put the key in. My breathe escaped my mouth when I felt her press against me. She moved my hair away from my neck getting closer to my ear. In a low whisper she said “This is me warning you, so get ready.” In that moment I felt myself cum. She hadn’t even touched me yet. I was nervous as hell walking into my apartment.

Inside, Pandora was still playing and my weed was still in the ash tray waiting for me. I had to gather myself. Is this really happening? I mean, I’ve watched enough porn to kinda know what I’m doing but this was my first time taking it this far. I told her to make herself at home and excused myself to my room. I slipped something comfy on. You know for easy access. Just in case.

When I came out the lights were dim, the weed was rolled and the shots had been poured. I took it upon myself to take both shots. Cause a sista had to get some liquid courage. We sat beside each other like two nervous school kids having small talk. The shots had to have kicked in because I could not keep my hands to myself.

I don’t know if it was the way she looked at me or the dim lighting hell maybe it was just me but I couldn’t fight it anymore. I crawled to her and let my lips find hers. I was so nervous that I wasn’t sure if I was doing it right. But hearing her moan as I slipped my finger between her legs told me I was. I barely touched her clit when I felt her tongue in my mouth. She raised up and pushed me back against the couch. “My turn…” she said devilishly.

I wanted her to take me. In that moment I would do anything to feel her. She spread my legs, kissing my inner thighs. I moaned loudly as she gently sucked my clit. Her tongue motions and slurps were orgasmic. I let my hands grip her locs, moving her head where I wanted it to go. “You taste so good baby”. I moaned with delight.

She asked me again if I was ready…. I didn’t know what she was talking about we had done more than kiss by this point. “Since I don’t have my strap I’ll take you for another ride.” I was so lost.

But once I saw her positioning her sweetness on top of mine I knew I was in trouble. I’ve only seen women scissor on my phone. Hearing the sounds of our juices mixing and feeling her body grind with mine was amazing. I gripped her hips and moved her faster on my clit. I could tell she was about to cum again. I massaged her nipples as I watched her body jerk.

We laid there for a minute giggling. Not really knowing what was supposed to come next. She fired up the weed and we sat in silence for a minute. I could only imagine our sex with a strap if this is how it was without one.

Then is dawned on me. This beautiful night we had. The laughs, the jokes, the drinks and the intimacy… I didn’t know her name. I knew her nickname but I wanted to know her. The real her. So I asked.

“What’s your name? Your real name.”

She smiled… and damnit to this day I still love that smile.

She answered, “You can call me Denise.”

💋KV