Sitting at the massive wooden desk in my home office, I tried to focus on some paperwork I didn't finish at the construction site. Nesha had been a constant thought making it impossible to focus. Taking things slow was not apart of my general makeup. Already I was imagining long romantic walks and steaming hot sex baths together. Nesha was an expert and it seemed I had met my match. An overwhelming urge to call again was having a tug of war with my pride. I didn't want to seem to eager since I was the last one to call. There had to be some rule about that in dating, like don't call twice in a row or something. Easily distracted from the task in front of me, conjured visions of smooth chocolate skin soon danced behind my closed eyelids.
Standing abruptly, I paced the room, in search of something, anything to focus on rather than the ever silent cell phone resting beside my laptop. The neatly rolled blunt sitting in the ashtray caught my attention. Just what the doctor ordered. I dropped down into the desk chair, mentally exhausted. Leaning back, I propped my feet up on the desk. Manufactured flames from my favorite Zippo lighter served its purpose and soon I released a thin line of blue smoke into the atmosphere.
What was it about Nesha? The chicks I had the misfortune to come across in the past year almost had me vowing a life of solitude. It was hard to find someone that was compatible. Someone looking for the same qualities you are in a person. Meeting Nesha was almost accidental. We were in the same club when the fire alarm sounded. After being herded out like cattle, I found myself standing next to a sexy chocolate femme with light brown eyes. Smiling, I couldn't remember what I said to get her attention and her phone number. A few days later I called and we enjoyed a nice lunch and better conversation. Our acquaintanceship had barely reached the plateau of a kiss when a night mixed with a blunt and sex music resulted in a line being crossed. My tongue was poised to taste her when Nesha had second thoughts.
"Maybe we shouldn't do this." She had hoarsely whispered.
"Do you want me to stop?" I waited a few beats for her reply. When silence followed, I executed my mission. The next morning was awkward. Before she left, Nesha explained she wasn't ready for that step. That was four days ago.
My cell phone came to life beside me and I lunged for it. It was her special ring. "Hello?"
"Hey." Nesha's voice was soft.
"Hey Beautiful. How are you?" My heart beat a wild staccato against my rib cage.
"I'm good. Are you busy?"
Ignoring the stack of papers on my desk, I said, "No. What's up?"
She cleared her throat. "Um, I was just thinking about you."
"Really? I hope they were good thoughts."
"I'll say they were. I mean, um, actually.." Nesha paused. "You know, we haven't talked about what happened last weekend."
"No, we haven't." Apparently, out thoughts had been on the same subject.
"I really wanted to move slowly with you, Casey. My last relationship ended not too long ago. The last thing I wanted to do was get caught up in sexual emotions." She explained.
"I'm sorry about that. I got carried away." I said.
"Mmm. Well, I wasn't stopping you so I'm just as guilty. Shit, I didn't have the strength to stop you. It was feeling...very nice."
I grinned. "Yes, you did feel quite...nice." More than just nice. The sensation of her pussy on my tongue had not diminished in four days.
Nesha giggled softly. "Um, a woman could get used to what you do and I still want to get to know you more. I don't want to get caught up in just the physical."
"We can slow it back down, Nesha. We don't have to have sex and still get to know each other." Pussy wasn't all I was interested in anyway.
"Yeah, I think that would be best."
"No problems here."
"I'm not saying it wasn't good though, because it was. Mmm. It definitely was that."
I laughed. "What was good was your pussy. Damn. I'm sorry, if you don't mind me saying."
"No, I don't mind. What woman would mind that type of praise?"
"Yeah, I guess so." I retrieved my blunt from the ashtray and fired it up. Disappointment weighed down my shoulders and even though I was craving a taste, I wouldn't bring it up unless she did. "So what are you doing?"
"Hmm? Oh, sitting here in bed watching Law & Order." Her voice had a far away lilt to it.
"Good show."
"Yeah it is." Nesha took a deep breathe. "Although not as good as that tongue of yours."
I choked on the smoke filtering out of my nose. That statement was unexpected.
"Are you alright?" Nesha's concern was genuine.
"Yes. Yes I am. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." My ego grew a few notches with the fact that Nesha couldn't stop thinking about our chance encounter.
"Mmm-hmm. Let me ask you a question."
"Okay." The tone of her voice had me searching the room for my boots.
"My last relationship...Well, let's just say I don't want to get tied down too soon." Nesha said. "You think we could do that with no strings attached?"
Two blunts were slipped into my shirt pocket. "Yeah, I could."
"You could?" Nesha was doubtful. "We women can quite clingy after sex."
"True. I don't just fuck around though. I do have to feel something and, you know, I like you." I was a little embarrassed since it was the first time I said it out loud and it couldn't be taken back. A relationship wasn't high on my to do list either but I couldn't resist the obvious invitation.
"I like you too." Nesha replied.
I grabbed my keys from the kitchen table. "And, we can still take it slow."
"Yes, we could still take it slow." She agreed. "When do you think that could happen again?"
"When would you like?" Even though I was confident about my hunch, I paused at the front door.
"Didn't you say you weren't busy?" She asked.
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Stepping off of the elevator, my hard-soled boots reverberated off of the hallway walls. Briskly, I searched for the apartment number. Hesitating at her front door, I popped a mint in my mouth. I was experiencing a crazy combination of anxiety and excitement. This wasn't anything new to me. I had received a late night call requesting a little tender love and care before. But somehow, this was different. After a deep breathe, I knocked. She opened the door wrapped in a plush, blue towel.
"Damn, you got here quick." The apartment was dark except for the soft glow casting huge shadows on the living room wall. Nesha padded back to her bedroom. "Lock the door please."
I did as I was asked and followed her to the bedroom. Two candles glowed on either side of the bed as the sexy sounds of R. Kelly filled the room. She was hurriedly removing the numerous stuffed animals off the bed. My fingers itched as she struggled to complete the task with one hand. I had tasted that wonderful pussy of hers once already. Just once. Once was enough to make me fantasize about what I would do to her again. There was so much more I wanted to do.
"I jumped din the shower as soon as we hung up. I wanted to set a certain mood in the room. I don't think I succeeded." Nesha confessed.
"You succeeded." I replied. My horny level had skyrocketed with the realization that Nesha meant business. Pulling a blunt from my shirt pocket, I fired it up. My lungs expanded with the two deep drags then I passed it to her.
She sat at the end of the bed, her legs dangling over the side. I leaned beside her deciding on the best tactic. It was obvious she expected me to comprehend my role in this tryst and I didn't want to fuck it up. After all, I hadn't been invited over for a cup of tea.
Finally, she spoke. "I didn't even ask you how your day was."
"Oh, it was good. Nothing out of the ordinary." That was partly untrue. What had been out of the ordinary was that my thoughts were preoccupied with her all day.
"Good." Nesha passed the blunt to me. In the dancing flickers of the candle, I could see the towel shifting downward exposing her perky breasts to me.
I cleared my throat. "Um, how was your day?"
"It was good."
"Good." I passed the blunt back to her. Nesha took another drag and held it.I didn't want to chit chat any more. During the drive over, I endured alluring recollections of my mouth on Nesha's body. My active imagination only caused the images to become almost touchable. Moans and screams bounced around the sides of my brain. My fingers reached out to feel the supple skin of her arm. Nesha took another drag of the blunt and held it. My breathing quickened as I contemplated what to do first. Sometimes I possessed a tendency to over think things and I recognized that this may be one of those times. I stood to place my body in front of her, moving in between smooth, chocolate thighs. The towel fell away completely, exposing her wondrous, naked form to me. Relieving her of the still burning blunt and inhaled deeply. I handed it back to her and removed my shirt. Bending over, I blew my hit on her erect nipples.
"Hmm." Nesha arched her back. "I can't keep smoking this, Casey."
"Okay."
