As I look back now I realized that I had wanted him from the moment I saw him. It just took me a long time to figure that out. It all started last August when I decided to leave New York and go back to the islands with my mom for a much needed vacation. My mom was born on a Caribbean island called Trinidad which is one of the most beautiful places I've ever been to and like most "Trini" women she has smooth dark skin, brown round eyes and long thick black hair which she kept in a natural afro curl style. I loved her look but since my dad is white, my hair had a straighter appearance so I kept it short and neat.
Apart from my hair and my lightened complexion I did not resemble my dad in anyway. My legs were long, my hips rounded, my eyes were light brown and I had pouty lips like my mom. My breasts were not huge but they were well shaped and perky enough that at 26 I could still go out without a bra and they enhanced my 5'7" frame quite well. My waist was small but I knew it had thickened somewhat over the past 2 years and my best feature there was my belly button which always looked sexy and inviting whenever it peeked out from under my top.
I was born in New York and grew up there but as a child I would travel once a year to visit my family on the island. I always had a great time there but when my mom and dad broke up when I was 15 I lost my enthusiasm for family and preferred to hang out with friends. So it had been over 10 years since I went back to the Caribbean and as my mom and I bustled around the airport collecting our luggage, I wondered if I had made a good choice in coming here. There was nothing familiar to me now except the local accent and bad English which I knew because my mom still spoke like a "Trini" and I did too whenever I was with her.
We eventually made our way to the front of the airport where my cousin Jay was supposed to pick us up. Jay used to be my favourite part of Trinidad as a child and I remembered him fondly. He is 2 years older than me but when we were young he always treated me as an equal often letting me hang out with him and his friends or "lime" as he would say. I enjoyed those times because it was through Jay that I first discovered what men and women did behind closed doors. Jay and his friends would always talk about sex and shared stories about the local girls who were easy to get. They always assumed I was too young to understand their code but I did and it sparked an interest in me that only heightened when I lost my virginity seven years ago.
At first I was a bit pissed because Jay was nowhere in sight and after that 5 hour flight I just wanted a hot shower. Then I saw my mom grinning as this huge man walked up to her and engulfed her in a bear hug lifting her clean off the ground and spinning her at once. I didn't recognize the man so I looked carefully at him, noticing the broad shoulders and muscular chest and strong thighs encased in a grey vest and sweat pants. Then the guy walked over to me called out "cricket". I couldn't believe it, only Jay called me cricket because he said I would be chirping in his ears all day long as I followed him around when we were kids. I hadn't seen Jay since my last visit and he had grown up and he was definitely eye candy now. Too bad he was my cousin.
We quickly got on the road as my mom's excitement was building and it was already 9:00 pm. It took us around 1 hour to get to the southern part of the island known as San-Fernando where we would be staying with my grandparents and aunt, Jay's mom. The car ride was filled with chatter and catching up and I tried my best to figure out if Jay was the same fun loving way now as when we were kids. I got my answer as soon as we pulled into the driveway of my grandparent's home. The house looked exactly the same except for a fresh coat of paint and the table full of young men in one corner of the yard. Jay got out and took our luggage inside as my aunt and grandparents met us by the car with hugs and kisses. When he returned Jay grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the table. I looked at the sea of faces recognising a few as old friends of Jay's but most looked new and then I saw him.
He was sitting propped up against a low wall in jeans and a white vest and he gave me a once over and dismissed me as he turned back to the cards he held in his hand. He looked as if he was annoyed by the interruption of their gambling while everyone else was fawning over the new girl as if though I was a treat. Jay seemed quite pleased with the attention he was getting as he introduced me to his friends as his sexy cousin from New York. I barely listened to him and mumbled greetings as my interest lay with the one person who still had not cast a second glance at me. He was gorgeous to put it mildly. I could tell he was tall even from his sitting position maybe 6'3". His body was muscular although he wasn't as big as Jay but I could tell he worked out. His face was narrow and elegant like an Egyptian king and his hair was cut low and wavy which just made his eyes look sexy under the faint light. His lips were beautiful and pink against his dark skin and immediately I felt myself tingling below. I was so caught up looking at him I nearly missed his name as Jay started introducing us.
"Cricket this is my homeboy sugars," "Sugar my baby cuz cricket and u better stay away from her dutty boy."
Sugar! I could see why he was called that, he looked as sweet as his name and once more I felt that sensation building. I was turned on just by looking at him and that was a new thing for me. I know I wasn't exactly an ice queen and I definitely was not a virgin but it usually took me a long time to warm up to a guy enough to think about sex. I looked up at Sugar and said "hi" and he simply nodded and gave a brief smile before turning back to his cards. I felt a little out of place and since the introductions were done Jay dragged me back to the house to get settled in.
I never knew when I fell asleep. I remembered showering and sitting on the bed I would be sharing with my mom and the next thing I knew it was morning. I smelt the morning before I opened my eyes. The air smelt fresh and the aromas of hibiscus flowers were coming in from the window to my right where my grandmother's small flower garden was. I starting remembering instantly the things I loved about the island and the fresh air was definitely a favourite. I heard Jay call out my name as the bedroom door flew open. He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans with flip flops and he walked over and dragged off my covers before I could think. My clothes were awry and my top had ridden up so much that part of my left boob was showing. Jay didn't seem to notice and simply told me to get ready we were going out for breakfast. I got up and showered and dressed and started looking for my mom but she had already disappeared which was expected since she never rests in Trinidad.
I found Jay sitting in the car outside. It was the same car he picked us up in but this time he was in the front passenger's seat and Sugar was driving. I didn't feel too comfortable with that because since we met, Sugar never really acknowledged me, but I got into the backseat anyway. As he pulled out of the garage I asked Jay where we were headed and he told me we were going for "doubles" a local dish that consisted of soft fried bread and curried chick peas. I had eaten it before and actually loved it so my mood lightened as I thought of food.
Sugar was quiet the entire way as Jay and I chatted and I got familiar with my surroundings. After we had eaten Jay decided to stop for coconut water at a roadside vendor and he stepped out of the car leaving me alone with his friend. I felt it before I looked. I felt that I was being watched and I knew it could only be one person. I shifted my head slightly so that I could see in my peripheral view and sure enough there he was. Looking at me in the rear-view mirror. He was checking me out but his face was void of any emotion so I couldn't tell if he liked what he saw. I did however want to look my best so I shifted as seamlessly as possible to fix my miniskirt and tube top so that my figure was highlighted as best as possible. Soon Jay was back and we were on the road again. This time Jay wanted to go visit his girlfriend so we made another stop and Jay got out of the car again. After 5 minutes of silence I decided to say something to him.
"Is this Jay's car?" I asked "nah babe, this is my ride" he drawled in a lazy way and for the first time I actually got to hear to his voice. His voiced was laced with honey and the vibrations were deep and sexy, once again causing a brief tingle within me. I was afraid to say anything else because I couldn't trust my reaction to his voice but my interest was piqued so I took a chance.
