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.
