Chapter 5
"Acceptance"
Benita walked down the sidewalk with quick and definite strides; she was a woman on a mission. Tunnel-vision is the best way to describe both her vision and her thoughts. All she could see and think of was "Stacey."
Benita had just gotten into a fight with Carmen when Benita had tried to initiate sex. Carmen had stormed off, leaving Benita alone with a massive erection and the aggravation of being so close to sexual release then not achieving it. It was as Benita was in the change room, feeling sorry for herself that Stacey's open invitation for sex came to mind.
As Benita entered the coffee shop where she had shared a few cups of coffee with Stacey, her excitement piqued. It took but a bare glance around the coffee shop before her eyes locked onto Stacey. Without wavering in her gaze one bit, Benita strode quickly over to Stacey, leaning in as soon as she was at the table. All the while Stacey had a bit of a "Deer in the headlights look," until at the last moment she regained her composure.
"You said you wanted sex, right?" Benita said in a direct tone of voice while keeping her voice down, her eyes still boring into Stacey's.
"Someone's in a mood," Stacey said playfully with a Cheshire-cat grin.
"Yes or no," Benita demanded.
"Yes, Honey, I'm still interested," Stacey replied in a sensuous manner, her eyes taking an obvious tour of Benita's body.
"Now?" Benita said as she leaned in with a cocky grin of her own.
"Sure. You don't waste any time, do you?" Stacey replied with a grin and a chuckle.
"If we do this, we do this my way, understood?" Benita said in a firm tone, her eyes, as yet never wavering from looking deep into Stacey's eyes.
"I usually like to be in charge, but you seem to be in such a mood . . . it may be fun. Just remember that I can still refuse you at any time," Stacey said in a playful, yet sensuous, manner while smiling at Benita.
"And I can walk away from you at any time," Benita replied with the same playful, yet sensuous manner.
"Agreed," Stacey replied with a pleased smile as she stood up. "My place is not far," she added as she picked up her coffee and began pushing baby Dean's stroller.
"You have changed. Such confidence . . . I like it!" Stacey added after she and Benita had exited the coffee shop.
When they finally arrived at Stacey's apartment, Benita paused to look the place over as Stacey put Dean down for his nap. Benita paced and felt like a tigress getting ready to pounce on an unsuspecting prey. Still Benita strained to keep calm and not act too quickly or too hastily.
The apartment was in an older building not far off Whyte Avenue and indeed not far from the coffee shop Stacey frequented. It had the charm of an old building but it had been well maintained and well cared for over the years. As a whole the building looked to be in immaculate condition.
As for Stacey's place, it was a two bedroom apartment and one bedroom was for baby Dean and the other was for Stacey and her husband. The apartment was decorated with upper-scale furnishings, yet baby-things were scattered about. The leather couch and glass coffee table reflected the better off couple enjoying their success. The baby-seat and baby-bottles were evidence of a new baby in the home. One wondered how long the leather couch would stay in the pristine condition it was in now.
Benita wandered into the master bedroom to look around and liked what she found. The focus of the room was the queen-sized bed which had a solid wood frame with an oversized headboard and footboard. On either side of the bed were matching nightstands and off to one side was a large dresser with a large mirror attached. The position and size of the dresser and mirror meant that anyone on the bed could easily see the whole bed in the mirror.
Tucked neatly inside the drawer of one of the nightstands two items gave Benita a wicked idea: a sleeping mask and a pair of handcuffs (with key nearby). Knowing this was just what she needed Benita made note of them but did not disturb them.
"See anything you like?" Stacey asked as she appeared in the doorway and put her hand high on the doorframe, thrusting her opposite hip out.
"Absolutely," Benita said with a smile as she turned to face Stacey.
Both women knew what was going to happen as they moved in and embraced, their lips drawn to one another. It was a kiss that was hard and passionate, both women pulling and pawing at one another. Stacey soon had two handfuls of Benita's ass and was trying to pull Benita's groin close, aching to rub their pussies together.
Yet, even as Stacey and Benita kissed with wild abandon, Benita knew enough to keep her groin pulled back, just a bit. Stacey did not know about Benita's cock but would soon find out in splendid fashion, though not before Benita wanted her to.
"Strip woman!" Benita ordered as she broke the kiss and shoved Stacey further into the bedroom.
"Oooh, yes, Honey," Stacey cooed as she stood not far from the bed.
Benita watched with hungry eyes as Stacey began to remove her clothing, one item at a time. First the shorts came off, with an accentuated wiggle of her hips. Next came the slim fitting blouse, allowing the breasts Benita lusted for spring into view, restrained only by the nursing bra. Stacey ran her hands up and cupped her breasts as she smiled wickedly at Benita, wiggling her hips in a sexy dance.
"Stop stalling and strip!" Benita sternly ordered as she closed her eyes to slits.
"Yes, Honey," Stacey said with a smirk and a wink.
Stacey removed her panties to reveal a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair above a clean shaven pussy. Stacey paused only long enough to run a finger up her slit and lick her finger clean. Stacey then reached behind her, unfastened her bra and slipped it down off her arms and then tossed it to the side, near her other clothes.
Benita's face drained of all expression and she actually drooled as her eyes drank in the large, lactating breasts on display before her. Stacey smirked proudly as she examined Benita's face.
