Jason Part Three

"The Cloud". I'm done with his ass personally lol...

Jason--

I have begun my walk of shame.....wait, wrong party. Ahem, I have begun my walk towards glory, and I just know that Aishah's vagina is going to taste like peaches. What we started in James' kitchen is about to continue, and I have to go hard in the paint. This girl is semi-hood, so I know she'll want straight dick, no cuddle. Well, who am I to not give her what she wants?

Oh lawd. The girl done grabbed my by my belt buckle. I feel like she just pulled me into The Matrix. Let me go ahead and take this jacket off. My cousin wouldn't appreciate his jacket smelling like hot sex and olive oil. Hmph. I see that she's an artist, and not a bad one at that. I wonder if she'll paint me nude? I wonder if she'll let me dip my paintbrush into her....focus, dude. Aishah tells me that she's thirsty [duh], and I follow her into the kitchen, letting the swaying of her hips serve as my tour guide. Damn, this is a nice ass crock pot. I wonder how much she paid for it? Wait....crock pot + chocolate + berries + Jason = Showtime

I grab and dip a berry into the chocolate, and cool it off. I slowly walk towards Aishah and ask, "Do you like what you see?" Aha! She does enjoy the view, so let me continue with the show. As I feed her the berry, I notice that she hasn't bitten into it. Wow....this freak done sucked the chocolate clean off the berry. I'm going to call her Hoover from now on....maybe.

I pull her close to me, and start to strip all her clothes off. I don't have time to play around with neatly folding clothes. I grab her by those sexy-ass thighs, and I sit her on the kitchen table, and yank her jeans off. I gently run my fingers from her ankles to her soaking wet thong, my favorite kind. "Grrrrrr" as I take her thong off with my teeth, and "Hmmmmmm" and l kiss up and down her legs, hoping that it gets her hot.

I scoop her up from the table, and lay her down on the counter. I reach for the ladle inside that fancy-ass crock pot, and begin to pour chocolate all over Aishah. I make sure to cover as much of her as I can, then I let my tongue and lips do the walking. I walk along her body, and drop off into her vagina. I turn my mouth side ways, opening up her lips, and then I tongue kiss her clit. Slow, smooth circles, as I feel Aishah trying not to grind with me. Intrigued, I go deep sea SCUBA diving in her.

My entire face is inside of her. My nose is resting against her clit, as I use my tongue to poke deeply inside of her. Then, I start reciting the alphabet in Greek, French and Russian. My boy Brandon taught me a thing or two. I don't know why he knows so much about eating pussy, but I'm glad his Rosetta Stone CDs are being put to good use. As Aisha starts to cum, I swallow her pride, with a burp in between each orgasm. Sensing that my oxygen is running low, I come back to the surface, and journey towards her mouth. I don't know if I'm delirious or just horny, but I tell her "It's just something about you, I can't stop myself from wanting more."

We move from the counter back to the table. I lay on the table [I hope she didn't get this from Big Lots], and she climbs on top of me. 68 <X<70....it's about to go down. She mounts my face, and I restart my foreign language lecture. I swear this is the best tasting vagina I've ever had. Her juice reminds me of the syrup from a fruit cup. Hmmmmm....she sure knows how to give head. I can feel her tonsils against my shaft, and it's making me hot. Hoover is a fitting name for her, as I can feel my toes curling up. Nah....I have to stop her now, so that we can really get it in.

We get up, and make moves towards the bedroom. I. Can't. Stop. Watching. Her. Ass. As. She. Walks. Period. Question Mark? Oooooooooh I'm about to tear her ass up! But not before a word from our sponsors:

"This portion of the Dinner Party is being brought to you Magnum. 'The Gold Standard. Accept no Substitutes.' From the makers of Trojan. America's #1 Condom. Trusted for Over 90 years."

I grab about 5 condoms from my jeans, yes, I keeps a box in my pockets, and strap up as I continue to walk behind her. As soon as I walk into her room, I scoop her up, and she wraps her legs around me. I push her up against the wall, and proceed to slide inside. I feel her vagina pulsate, as I maneuver myself inside of her. It takes a minute to get the "Divine Nine" completely inside of her, but I can tell that it's hitting the right spots. Slowly, I pull in and out, making sure to kiss and suck on her neck. She moans, as I can feel her cum rolling down my legs. I push deeper, and deeeper and deeeeeper, as she grinds and squeezes me. Her vagina is so tight, that my penis literally is being stretched each time I pump. Her {()} has me in a vice grip, but I'm enjoying the tug of war.

Still connected, I lift her off the wall, and place her on the bed. She turns over, and gives me the green light. I karate-kid, kung-fu chop, Mike Tyson that pussy. I know she can take a strong dick, so I beat it completely out the frame, loose screws. Slow stroke, long stoke, Daddy and Grand-Daddy stroke and heat stroke. I smack her on the ass, grab a hand-full of her hip with my left hand and yank the shit out of her hair with the right. I use her hair for balance, as I lift my leg up for deeper penetration. Her body squeezes me like it's trying to get all the toothpaste out the tube. I'm in that deep, dark corner of her vagina, and her 2:24 minute orgasm lets me know I'm putting in work.

I call her name several times, throwing in an occasional "damn", "shit" and "ooh baby" as I dig in her pussy. She's been Uptown long enough to become a P-popper, and she starts to throw that ass back on me. It's been 40min of straight fucking, and I think I want her to ride me for a few, while I catch my breath. She eases down on top, and rides me like a pro. I sit up, increasing the angle and depth of penetration, as she comes for Daddy again. Then, I flick my tongue against her nipples, and suck them, and smother myself in them, until I feel her vagina walls start to tremble. I'm about to cum, so I help her match thrusts with her riding until my condom fills with joy.

There's a puddle of sweat and sweet on her sheets....but I hope she knows that this is only the warm up...

5 O'Clock in the Morning...

Just figured I should do this since it was my theme song and all...

DeeDee--

I'm having another one of those damn sex dreams.  I'm laying in bed, on my stomach, arching my back and moaning.  I moan so loud that I wake myself up.  There is a puddle of sweat around me, my heart is pounding, and I need to finish this dream out.  Despite the slight wine glaze still covering my eyes and mind, I remember that I am no where near half as bold as I need to be, as I was a few hours ago.  I roll onto my back and close my eyes.  Maybe I can just go back to sleep.  Maybe this orgasm on the tip of my clit will fade away.  I toss and turn a few times, then I grow some imaginary balls.

I crawl under the covers and don't stop until I am eye to tip with his penis.  I giggle a little out of excitement.  I had no time to play games, to build a story.  I had no audience to tease.  Better just get straight to business.  I begin to collect unheard of amounts of spit in my mouth before taking him all in.  I put my hand on the base as I move my mouth back and forth, swirling my tongue around the tip and up and down the shaft.

He begins to stir and rolls over onto his back.  I get on top and straddle him, never moving my lips from his dick.  I just keep going, alternating speeds, using my breath to play with temperature.  I adjust myself so that my pussy is just inches away from his lips.  When (/if) he opens his eyes, he'll know what his next task is...

I begin to feel warm breath against my inner thigh.  I must have gotten my audience's attention.  I feel his fingers spread my lips apart and his tongue begin to make small circles on my clit.

James--

I thought I was just having a crazy wet dream until I reached my hand down and felt a head bobbing on my dick.  I opened my eyes and started to sit up but got stopped in my tracks by her coochie in my face.  I had almost forgot she was here, forgot the night before.  I decided to continue to play her game.

I blew on her clit, then begin to lick it slowly.  I wanted to make her forget what she was doing and feel my ears with her moans. I decided to switch things up on her.  Catch her off guard,  Distracted her and make her stop what she was doing.  I began teasing her clit with my eyelashes and I dove my tongue in and out of her hole, curving it along the arch leading to her G-spot.  Her tempo becomes less consistent as I keep going, small moans escape the small spaces between her mouth and my dick.

If this was a competition to see who has the higher freak number, I was surely gonna win.  I reached my arms under and over her thighs and grabbed her ass cheeks and spreading them.  I alternated between squeezing and slapping her ass cheeks as she got more and more distracted.  She got up on her knees, and this is when I knew it was time for the fun to start.

I slip from under and started making orders.  "Come here. Stand right here. Bend over."  I know she did not expect me to sit on the floor below her.  I stroked myself a few times while looking at her.  I was trying not to be niggerish and hit her when the face with it.  I parted her lips and got back to work.  Again teasing her with my eyelashes, my beard, and became a human B.O.B.

DeeDee--

I really don't know how long he expected me to be bent over like this slobbin on his knob. (yes i took it there.)  I coulda swore there was a vibrator in his mouth from the sound and feel.  I wanted to reach down and find the control and make it vibrate faster, stronger.  I knew this was a war I was losing, but I refused to go out like a punk.

Just when I'm starting to get into my new rhythm he kneels, never taking his tongue off my clit. He lifts my legs off the ground and wraps them around his neck. Next, I feel my hands leaving the floor as I realize he's standing.  I wrap one arm around his waist and use the other to hold his base.  My head begins bobbing on his dick again.

I try to concentrate on what I'm doing to prevent my legs from shaking so hard, but this is it.  I've finally gotten real life to catch up to where my dream left me.  I want to throw back my head and scream as my legs continue to thrash about around his neck.  Before I lose all and I just fall out.  But I stay focused.  Palm and tease his balls.  Don't forget to pay attention to the tip.  I began to feel his weight buckle beneath me and      I pray he don't drop me on this hard ass floor.  We both give that final jerk and my legs can finally relax.  My   mind comes to rest as my mouth is filled with his children.

He carefully puts me down and climbs in bed.  I follow suit.  Pray I can get a lil more rest before my alarm goes off and my conscious catches up with me.

Aishah Part Three

The newest entry from Madame Lava....

Damn Jason just does something to me. I was ready to put game on him but I think he turned the tables on me instead. It's cool he can turn the table 360 degrees as long as he's eating... I mean I'm serving my... Whatever he knows how to get the party started and I'm ready to end the drought.

As soon as I walked out the door I ran to my front door like a damn kid running to an ice cream truck. He was so smooth and sexy like hot fudge that he could pour all over me... And isn't that a wonderful way to serve Jason my dessert?

My hands couldn't turn the lock fast enough before I seen Jason's tall sexy body walking towards me. His smile was dripping with sex and so was I in that moment. I grabbed him by the belt buckle as I closed and locked the door behind him.   

I put my purse down and he took of his jacket. He noticed my painting and Complimented me on my style like he knows a little something. I may be from the ghetto, but I have skills that pay the bills. I thanked him asked if he wanted something to drink. I said I needed some water... Cause looking and hearing his rich velvety voice made my temperature rise. He gave me fever...

I still had the crock pot on with the chocolate... It was the perfect temperature to cause a little pain, but I'm sure Jason knew what to do to remedy that.

He followed me into the kitchen and I made sure I bounced my hips just right so he'd notice. He was so damn fine I started to forget why I brought him in here. He noticed the chocolate and some berries I had next to the pot. He picked up one and dipped it. Blew it down until it hardened and walked over to me. He noticed me checking him out as he walked towards me and asked, "Do you like what you see?" I said, "Hell, yes,"in my sexy hair flip. He smiled that sexy smile and fed me the chocolate covered berry. I didn't bite it like he thought I would, I just sucked the chocolate clean off of it and smiled. 

Intrigued he immediately grabbed me and picked up where we left off in James' kitchen. He was so smooth with his technique I swear he nearly stripped me in 10 seconds. I managed to get most of his clothes off too, but it wasn't rushed, just smooth. He picked me up by my thighs and walked right to my kitchen table and slid my shoes and jeans off. He was strong and aggressive as he slid my jeans off in one stroke. He started sliding his fingers from my ankles towards my thong.  He smiled and took my thong off with his mouth, and planted small kisses from my ankles through to my thighs just making me anxious to get to it.

He put me on the counter and laid me down. Took his time creating a chocolate covered Aishah. My neck, nipples, belly button and steaming hot vagina were all covered in hot chocolate. It's a good burn that his tongue soothed the pain away as he kissed and licked my lips... Until he parted my lips and strokes his tongue slowly up and down my clit. All I could do was moan and fight the urge to grind in his face to his rhythm as it went from fast to slow eating, drinking and exploring me like he did to that strawberry a little while ago.

It seemed like he ate and ate while I came and came again from his technique. Jason is the shit and I'm not sure who skilled this brother, but I want to thank her. He finally came up for air and licked me from my belly back up to lips... Either he always tastes this good or call me Ms. Wonka because I tasted delicious off of his lips.

He said, "it's just something about you, I can't stop myself from wanting more." How did he know I was thinking the same thing? 

It was like we were both the exact prescriptions we needed. Somehow it was the right place and time to meet this man. But this is only the calm before the storm... I feel like he has a lot more going on in his head besides dessert. For now, I'll just let his taste buds do the talking.

Don't sit at the dinner table if you aren't bringing nothing to it. Which is why we used my table to serve each other both of our offerings. He was long and wide. He had to lay down so I could go to work as I straddled his face. It was as if he was juicing a peach... My peach as he ate and ate out of my fruit cup. The more I moaned the more he ate and the more he struggled to stay still while I worked his size deeper, quicker and tighter until he moaned stop. I was having too much fun and a little disappointed in him saying stop... 

But I'd be telling stories if I wasn't ready to feel him inside of me. I put my heels back on to make my ass jiggle as I walked him to my bed. I laughed as I looked back to check on him and noticed his eyes were locked in the rhythm of my stride. Right then he stopped and got a handful of condoms out of his pants pocket. Safe sex is the sexiest sex and oooh he was about to get it.

The second he crossed my threshold he swooped me off of my feet like a child to where my legs naturally went around his waist as I shivered from the cold wall he placed my back against. His strength turned me on even more as he slowly slide in... I came instantly causing him to slow his entrance even slower. He had my mind cutting back flips as it took an eternity to get his length inside and slowly thrust. I came again from his rhythm and his kisses on the spot in my neck as I moaned in pure bliss. 

The deeper he went the more I would grind into his rhythm squeezing him in my delight. It slowed his stroke down as he went longer and harder driving me crazy moaning and gasping for air in between his gasps and moans. 

At this point I just didn't want him to stop... But he does and places me on the bed... You already know face down and tooted up was the next best thing... And damn could he hit every wall, corner, nook and spot he could find.He knew that ghetto shit that I loved when he grabbed my hair and pulled sending me into a wild orgasm and clenching him simultaneously for what felt like the longest orgasm of my life. 

Jason just kept saying my name and "damn", "shit" and "ooh baby" that just kept turning me on over and over again. I wasn't ready for this to end... The drought  has been too long for me to not enjoy every drop of this night. So I threw it back to his rhythm where he stood for a minute while I grind against him until he couldn't take anymore. He fell on the bed panting and reaching for my waist as I began to ease down the saddle. I felt like was neglecting my breasts as I rode him like I was making a movie. He changed the degree of penetration when he sat up that sent me in another orgasm that he smiled and just sucked my nipples until I came again and again until I he gained control and took me to my last orgasm before his. Judging by my sheets we had a tropical storm, and that's just the calm before the real storm because his sexy as just told me that was only the warm up... 

Jason's Part Two

The return of "The Cloud"... Enjoy!

Jason--

James knows that I have been in a slump, so he to invited one of his neighbors to tonight's Dinner Party. He'd told me that shorty is bad, but I know that he could be exaggerating. The last girl he tried to hook me up with looked like she chewed batteries for fun, and her vagina smelled like kung-pao shrimp. I think he owes me one. Either way, I'm Gucci. I brought my own bottle of wine, and have been drinking from it since I parked my car. Oh, I think she just knocked, let me chill in the kitchen for now.

DDDDDDDDDDDaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ooooh, Lawd. Forgive me for all the dirty thoughts that just ran through my head about this woman. I don't even know her name, but that's not a requirement for exchanging bodily fluids. Oh shit, James is about to introduce us [Flex on the Devil]...

Me: "Hi, I'm Jason. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Aishah: "If you only knew. The pleasure is all mine."

Well this is going to be a great night after all. I think that James came through for me on this one. The way her skinny jeans are hugging her hips lets me know that what lies beneath is dangerous. The way her jewelry is sitting on her chest has me thirsty. Got milk? As she sits down, I notice that she has a tattoo. I find tattoos sooooo sexy, and this girl is on point right now. Damn, I don't know the words on the bottom of her heels say, but they're screaming "Eff me!", and I think I'll follow those instructions tonight. I need to stop staring at her, but the Lord already knows what's on my mind. I'll just try and chill, and just get at her before the night is over.

She's almost finished with her wine, so I motion to her, letting her know that I can get her a refill. As I grab her glass and walk towards the counter, I notice that she jumps up and opens the fridge......but in a very kinky kind of way, takes out the strawberries she brought to the party. I take a quick glance at her ass, 8 times, but she catches me on the 9th. With this liquor in my system, I have no control over my eyes. Knowing that she's caught me, she just smiles and says, "I seen you checking on it....Do you like what you see?" I smoothly respond, "Hell, yes. Everything is just fine." She reaches in to feed me a strawberry. I'm about to put in work!! I bite the strawberry, and make sure to lick her fingers. Yeah, I learned that from Brandon [S/O to B]. Enough of this....

I lean in and lick her lips, then continue by kissing her. Damn she tastes good. Awww shit. Here we go. I cup her ass, and grab the back of her neck. I'm trying to win the award for "Best Kiss" tonight.....and the nominee for "Best Supporting Actor" is pressing up against my zipper. I know the gang is literally 7ft away, but I'm about to get it poppin in this kitchen. I pick her up, put her on her counter and begin exploring her neck. Hmmmm....I found her spot, as she moans in my ear. I tell her, "Damn....you smell do good," as I make a mental note to find out what she's wearing. She put her hand down my shirt, so I know it's about to go down.

Wait...I think everyone is staring at us now.....yep they are. James says something, but the only one of my senses working right now is my penis. I know my penis isn't a sense, but don't judge me. I'm horny, she's hot, and I'm just trying to get me. I adjust myself, and open another bottle of wine. I'm done drinking, but I sure could eat someone, I mean something. Aishah says something, but I told y'all my sense aren't working. I just grab her by the waist, and kiss her again. It's almost 10pm now, so I know Brandon's about to make his announcement. I promise that this dude is too old for a curfew, but it's the exit that I need tonight.

Time: 10pm. Yep, right on time. Time to GTFOH and get into Aishah. I high-five James, as to say, "Thanks, dude. My penis and I are grateful for the opportunity to get wet tonight." Aishah lives next door, so I already know where the after-party is. I walk down the stairs, and turn towards her house. This time, there will be nobody to stop us....

Brandon's After Party (Part Two)

Javier...I don't think the world is ready for this one...

Brandon--

 

For the past 17 minutes, I've manged to dance inside of Ashley's mouth and throat. She told me years ago that she didn't have a gag reflex, and she was right. When I could feel her breath rolling off my pelvis, meaning that my dick was resting inside her esophagus, I knew that she was going to do some damage. Wait....now she's squatting....I swear I can feel her heart beating. This should be illegal, like that one time I....nevermind. Hmmmmmm.....shit......."Ashley...".....damn this feels like magic...wait for it.....wait for it........VOILA!! I coat the back of her throat with baby formula, and she swallows it with pride.

 

Oh.....she thinks that she's won. Silly Goose. I think that's cute....but she's about to be destroyed. She glances over at the clock. Ha! She's probably wondering what time she has to be at work. Little does she know that by making me cum, she's just initiated the first half of my "work" shift. For the next 4.5 hours, I am going to dick her down. She'll probably start to question the meaning of life, why doves cry and actually figure out who shot Roger Rabbit. There's a score to settle.....

 

Dick swinging, I walk into the kitchen, and retrieve Ashley's phone. I hand it to her, and give her clear and concise directions:

 

Me: "E-mail your boss. You won't be at work in the morning. You're about to be killed."

Ashley: "What!?!? See, that's why I knew...."

 

Before she could finish her sentence, I climb on top of her, and press my erection against her stomach. I can feel her abs tighten, because she knows it's about to go down. I whisper in her ear, "You can thank me later...." I grab the Body Bouncer from the floor, put it in the middle of the bed, sit under it, and instruct her to "lube up." She seems excited, but hesitant, probably because she doesn't know how this works. Her face changes as she sees my dick emerge from the center of the bouncer, and that I'm wearing earplugs. Then, I show her the task list I have for us.

 

Ashley: "+__O"

 

She notices that there are 4 positions that we are about to explore.....and here we go!

 

1. Plunger: Ashley nervously eases down onto my 10, exhaling deeply as I test the limits of her vagina. I throw her legs over my shoulder, taking notice of them bad-ass heels again. I put my hands on her shoulders, and push her down. She giggles as she bounces up the first time, but on the way down, she roars like a lioness. I smile, and continue bouncing her up and down. Her eyes are now closed, and I can read her lips. I think she just said, "When he's done, I'm going to file his taxes for him." Slow, long strokes as the bouncer does what it's designed to do. She bites her bottom lip, and throws her arms back

 

Me: "Ouch!!"
Ashley: "(insert in audible statement)"

 

She kicks me in the back of the neck, which signifies that she's cum. SWITCH!

 

2. Shafter: I pick up the bouncer, and lay her face down against the bed. This is going to be like doing penis push-ups. I place the bounce across her back, and get into position.  Since we're facing the mirror, she can see my arms bulging as I lower for my first push-up. Downnnn....up. Downnnnnn.....up. Dowwnnnnnn.....up. She grabs the bedsheets, and I see her body go limp. I notice a nice wet spot forming under her waist. I guess that was too much for her. SWITCH!!

 

3. Cat Cage: She's being such a good sport, and since her vagina probably needs a few minutes to recover, I put my Rosetta Stone lessons back to work. I lay on my back, place the bouncer over my face. Order up! She bounces up and down on my face, as my tongue invades her privacy. She slows her bouncing down, as I hold in in-depth conversation with her pussy. We discuss politics, basketball....and then she spits in my mouth. Ashley looks like she's been through the fire, but this is only the warm up.

 

Ashley: "(insert in audible sentence)"

Me: "Hmmmmmm"

 

I catch the words "throat" and "dick", so I know what's up. SWITCH!!

 

4. Flowjob: She positions herself under the bouncer. She places a Listerine strip on her tongue, and begins to rub her throat. She gives me the nod, and I start to fuck her face. This shit is wild.....as my dick plunges in and out of her mouth. Baby girl is a trooper, and I am very impressed. She has fingernails digging into the back of my thighs, which makes me thrust harder. Suddenly, I feel the heat moving within my shaft. Whelp, if she's thirsty.....she won't be for much longer. I explode, leaving cum on her face and in her hair.

 

I take my earplugs out, and put the bouncer back on the floor. I hand her a towel to wipe her face, and she walks into the bathroom.

 

Ashley: "B, that was weird. I like toys, but that was intense."

Me: "Yeah, but now that we've played a bit. It's time that we get into some serious shit."

Ashley: "Wait, B. So...we're not done yet?"

Me: "Are you still alive? Then I'm not done...."

Ashley's After Party (Part One)

A long awaited submission for Numbuh9...


I'm pretty sure that I've died twice. Wait.....thr. Wait.....four times. I was expecting something amazing, but Brandon has managed to far surpass it. We make it to the bedroom and I barely manage to make the request to get my heels. I'm about to put in work and turn him out. My head game is not to be slept on.

I know B, he's a freak, so I lay across the edge of his bed just digging under it just to see what I may find.

Wait. What the hell is this? A body bouncer??? Well, I'm an adventurous girl. I'll try anything once. I push it to the side, sit upright, and look at him with those eyes that he claims lead to nothing but mischief. With heels slowly and strategically put on, I slide off the bed and to my knees. Then I pull his boxers down. All teeth of course.

With a clear intention to build anticipation, I kiss him from his navel, making small circles with my tongue all the way down until I reach my prize. A very engorged and lengthy member. I take my time, licking up one side first, then up the other. I look up at him before I take the head in and when I do, his eyes close and his head falls back.

I start off slow because he's not where I want him yet, but as soon as I hear that first small grunt in the back of his throat, I go full throttle. I speed up and pull back leaving a trail of pre cum and spit. I give head sloppy. I am the ultimately lady, but I don't have time to be cute in the bedroom. I'm trying to do damage, ya dig?

I engulf him into my mouth once again. I continue sucking and spitting while cupping and massaging his balls. I'm tryna give him some visual action too so I get off my knees and squat. I want him to know that I can get raunchy even when suspended some inches in the air on a mean spike.

I slow down the stroke after I hear a soft moan escape his lips. He's getting close. Just then, a tortured "Ashley...." reaches my ears. I speed up working tongue and hands. His knees start to buckle and I feel him trying to push me off. I'm definitely not having that shit so I lock my arms behind his knees and keep working. A few seconds later, I feel him jerk violently and a warm blend of sweet and sour cascades into my mouth and I swallow all of it. I stand upright and sit on the bed with crossed legs. I delicately wipe my mouth and look him as if I just owned him and he looks back at me like he has a score to settle.

*sigh*

What time do I have to be to work again?

Dinner Party: Jason (Part One)

This new character is brought to you by "The Cloud"...


Jason--

Damn, why am I always let for everything? I mean, I would've been here on time, but I had to stop and get gas. I don't know why James insists on hosting EVERY party, knowing damn well he lives wayyy Uptown. Oh just great! I can't even find a parking spot. The last time I came over here, my shit got towed. Nope. Not me. Not this time. I'll just sit in my car until....SHAZAM! Let me whip into this parking spot before someone scoops it up. Whelp, I guess I better go inside and join the party.

He just has to live on a block with no street lights, huh? I know I'm a bit salty, but it's because I haven't had sex in weeks. The last girl I was with got a forehead kiss, and never called me back. I was really feeling her, but I guess that scared her away. She actually lives around here, so it's just an awkward situation. "1722, 1724, 1726....."

......Why does it feel like someone is watching me? I swear I saw that girl across the street peeking out her window. Meh, I'm just tripping.

*knock knock

James: "Who is it?"

Me: "It's me, Jason."

.......I promise you that someone is watching me.....it's strange. Oh well, let me get in and catch up with my folks. I hope that tonight is one for the books.

Dinner Party: Aishah (Part Two)

Another entry by Ms. LaVa...

My family told me how ghetto I could be sometimes, so I'm trying to tune that shit down. But you can't take the ghetto outta me, no matter where I go the hood is in my heart and I'm not shame to do me. I just hope his friends aren't the stick up siditty type cause I didn't come for all of that. I just want to smash Jason a few ways and bounce, maybe show him how well I can bounce on that...

Let me knock on this door and let these people know the baddest has arrived in this mutha. So I knocked my dainty three knocks.

I could hear James' sexy ass voice ask who is it? So I replied in my flirty voice, "It's me, Aishah." He opened the door and he did that bite lip smile again. Damn, he had that lip biting shit down. I knew i looked good because at this point I Realized we were both staring at each other so I asked, "Aren't you going to invite me in?" he said, "Of course," while stepping to the side so I could pass by him. I scoped his place in two seconds and peeped Jason laughing with his friends in the kitchen. Just then James being a gracious host thanked me for dessert and introduced me to his friends.

Everyone clearly has either a long friendly history or dripping sexual tension you could strum like a guitar. All cool people but a history is clearly in the room. I just hope it's not with Jason. I'm not sure how the stars aligned but James saved Jason for last in introductions, he had the sexiest smirk when he said, "Hi, I'm Jason. It's a pleasure meeting you." if he only knew the pleasure was all mine, as I told him in those exact words. Everyone kept their drinks full and the conversation flowing.

I was clearly ahead of everyone with my Patron shots so I slowed down after my second glass of wine. It was super chill and everyone was buzzing on their level, and I damn sure was feeling my level. I noticed Jason flirting all night and undressing me in his mind. He noticed i was almost through with my glass and motioned to get my refill. That's my queue! I followed him into the kitchen to grab the dessert.

Damn, the alcohol is flowing through my veins as I try to gain control in my stride to the kitchen. I do my Betty Boop lean into the fridge to grab the tray and turn around as if Jason clearly wasn't in the kitchen. I see him checking out what he sees. All he could do was smile as he was busted, but that just turned me on.

I asked him, "I seen you checking on it... Do you like what you see?"

He said, "Hell, yes. Everything is just fine." I walked closer to him with a strawberry and feed it to him. He bit it slowly licking my finger as some of the juices ran down my hand. I'm not sure which ran first, my juices or the strawberry's. As he chewed I asked if he liked that. He just leaned in licked my lips so slow and soft. I could feel my core temperature raise as he parted my lips and searched my mouth with his tongue. Damn he tasted so good. But that's what he told me as he ended the kiss.

But for this man to make me this hot and ready.... I leaned into him and went in for another taste as he let me kiss him... explore him. He cupped my ass and grabbed the back of my neck to deepen his kiss. We were lost in the moment of stealing kisses between feeling each other up. I could feel him getting harder against me and that was the last straw. I was soaking my poor thong as if it were a bathing suit pressing into that delightful sensation he was preparing for me. Just then he lifted me on the counter and placed slow kisses down my neck hitting my spot that had me quietly moan into his ear. He said, "Damn... you smell so good," as he rubbed his nose along the base of my neck. As I reached down to take his shirt off James caught us and did the clever throat clear. We both jumped like high schoolers while James laughed and said, "y'all going to bring out the dessert and wine or what? I want to keep the glasses full."

All I could do was use his refrigerator for my reflection to fix myself and touch-up my lip gloss as he and Jason opened a few more bottles and i organized the strawberries. James walked out first smiling at us. I told Jason my apartment number as i walked out. He grabbed my waist and pulled me back in and kissed me again... If we didn't have a crowd Jason could have gotten it all right there in that kitchen... And again for breakfast with a snack in between.

All I knew was that when I sat down I needed a way to get the hell out of there and finish what we started in the kitchen.

I swear it was only 2 minutes after Brandon made the "getting late" comment while everyone had the same intentions I had, because everyone was fumbling with keys to get on with their evenings.I said my "nice meeting you's" and "thank you" as I made sure I made eye contact with Jason as I left James’ house. I watched as Jason high-fived James, but instead of walking to his car, he turned and walked towards my house....

The Morning After (James and DeeDee)

Time to take this story back to it's original simp.  Maybe not too soon.  Still figuring out how I feel about this.  I'm digging it a bit better.

DeeDee—

My alarm blares and sends a jolt through my heart.  I began reaching around the bed frantically with my eyes closed.  What time is it?  What alarm is this going off?  My mind continues to race as I begin slapping the bed searching for my phone.  I slap skin.  I know it’s not mine because I don’t feel a sting.  The voice that yells “ouch” isn’t mine either.  My eyes pop open.  I look around.  I’m familiar with this room.  Woke up here plenty times before.  I love how soft this bed is.  The way the sheets feel against my naked skin.  As the memories from last night flood back into my conscious mind, and my cell phone alarm continues to scream from the floor, I yell, “Oh shit!”

James—

I was sleep.  Knocked the fuck out.  And DeeDee decided to wake the shit out of me.  Her eyes are still closed, so I’m tryna figure out if she’s a crazy sleeper.  Her phone is blaring out some song that my early morning ears can’t make out, but I wish she would make it stop.  She slaps the shit out of me and causes me to yell.  I'm sure she's in a crazy as dream now because of the way her eyes open and dart around the room.  She looks more like a zombie or robot or some shit.  Then a look of panic crosses her face.

"Oh shit!" she yells.

"What?", I ask.

"Oh, nothing."

"I don't believe you."

"Just let me be an awkward duckie and not know how to process waking up naked in your bed."

"Was it that horrible of an experience?"

DeeDee--

"No, not at all," I try to say in my softest voice possible because that is not what it was.  My alarm had finally silenced itself, and I got up to retrieve it.  "I just get really awkward sometimes and I don't know how to process this."

"What's to process?"

"Well maybe it's just the girl in me, but I have to question why this happened and well what happens next?"

"Oh."

"Oh?  That's all you got to say?  You lucky I have to go to work."   I hop out the bed and start finding and putting on my clothes.  I just want to get out of here.  This is why I always vowed to never sleep with any of my friends.  No matter how attractive I was to them.  No matter how much I liked them.  James was the exception to every rule I could ever make though.  I liked him to the point where I may have to use the other "L" word.  I'd be willing to try anything for him.  This time I took it too far, mostly because I wasn't getting the end result I wanted.  Him.

James--

What could she possibly want from me?  I'm not gonna just lay my whole soul out on the table.  This isn't one of those cases were friends have sex, fall deep in love, and live happily ever after.  That shit never happens because it doesn't exist.  You only see it in those shitty ass movies with Justin Timberlake, right?  Don't ask me how I know about those.


I mean, it is no secret that we feel some way about each other.  Our friends can read it bright as day.  I just don't think getting drunk and having sex is a best "next step" (as she put it) in this situation.  I don't wanna ruin what we already have, which we may have done already, over some stupid shit.  I like my friend and I wanna keep her around.  I do like waking up to her beautiful face... but neither one of us are in a place to deal with this.  Coming out of bad break ups, feelings still in recovery.  She can't be my rebound.


All this shit floats through my head as I watch her gather her things.  I try to think of what to say, if I should stop her... Nothing is coming to mind.


"You know, I was suppose to bring you home last night.  Maybe I could give you a ride to work?"  At least that way I can have a little more time to get my thoughts together.


"I think I may have a more pleasant time on the bus."


"Can't I have my awkward duckie moment too?  Can I get some more time to figure out what I want to say?"


DeeDee--


My plan to run away from this situation was quickly unfolding.  Be an adult Dee.  Stick around and talk this out.  You know you hate the bus anyway.  Shove all this early morning attitude up your ass and put a smile on your face.


"I mean, I guess..."

Dinner Party: Aishah (Part 1)

I would like yall to welcome LaVa and her character Aishah. Yall ain't even ready for this....


I just settled into my new life in this new city. I'm excited about starting something new, learning different things and taking new risks.

My neighbors seem pretty cool. As always there is this one guy I just met that can get all of the business. I've been catching him checking out my ass whenever I walk to my car. He's sweet, a good boy that hasn't gone bad. At least that's what he gives off. I wonder if he knows I'm undressing and enslaving his body to my desires whenever I see him? He sees me and always does that sexy bite lip smile before damn near moaning my name, "Hey Aishah" just thinking about it makes me want to show him my lips can lubricate his lips... And I'm not talking about the ones wearing lip gloss. I'll inform him my name isn't pronounced like the continent but "aye-shh-uh" a name men never forget, boo.

Because I work from home, I know the routine of everyone on my block, but his routine is still flighty so I know he's single. He hangs with his friends and they have get-togethers that usually leave him kind of tipsy and extra friendly. Tonight, his friends are at his place and I can hear their laughter through the wall. Friends... I'm not sure if I'm ready for one or not, but a friend with benefits... I'm currently accepting applications.

Speaking of applications, he asked me to come over to the party tonight. Its a dinner party so, I'll take a few shots of Patron before I head over.

One of his friends just knocked on his door. By the way his package is put together, I need to be the one to open it and get this party started. It's been a dry spell and I'm ready to make it rain on this sexy specimen knocking on the door. I heard him say, "Its me, Jason," his voice was so deep and velvety. It ran through my body like hot chocolate over ice cream. Speaking of, I need to get these chocolate covered strawberries out of the fridge so they aren't too cold. Momma says never show up to a party empty handed, so I'll bring a little something and hope to leave with a little something.

I think I'll go with my skinny jeans, eff me pumps that match my bra and jewelry with my naked shoulder shirt to expose my back tattoo. I'll even leave my hair down to work my body in this room. The only real wardrobe question is thong or no panties? One way or the other... Jason is my prey and I'm aiming to shoot. I'll go with a thong so he can use his teeth to get them off of me. This dinner party won't know which dessert is being served, me or the strawberries. Now, whomever wants to dip in my caramel fondue is their choice. I just know the fountain is hot and ready and it can flow all night.

Brandon's After Party (Part One)

Another contribution for Javier...


Brandon--

Yeah, it's time for bed, but I don't plan on getting any sleep tonight. Ashley agrees to just follow me home, since my house is about 18 minutes from her office. I promise that this is the best drive home ever! Knowing that she's only a few feet behind me, and that I will put a few inches inside her has me pumped. We finally make it to the house, and as we walk inside, Ashley takes our cell phones and puts them in the pantry. Jokingly, she says,"There will be no 'tweeting and skeeting' tonight, B!"

I really want to make this a special night, but since it's after 11pm, and she and I both have to go to work in the morning, let's save the cute stuff for next time. I pick her up, and lay her on the kitchen table. I pull her heels off and undo her pants, as she takes off her shirt. Now that she's undressed, I can work on my midnight snack....

I start by kissing her ankles, I slowly move up to her knees and then lick around her thighs. She moans, which let's me know that the anticipation is getting to her. Order Up! I dive head first into her juice box. I start by tongue kissing her lips, then, I lick from south to north slowwwwwwly and I gently suck her clit. I use my tongue to massage her walls, moving in circles, figure 8's, X's and T's. She's squirming and jerking now, so I take it upon myself to prop her up against the wall. With her palms outstretched and against the ceiling, I recite the alphabet in English, Spanish, Greek, Portuguese, Sign Language [I had to catch my breath], Russian and French. At this point, she's frosted me like a box of Krispy Kreme donuts, but the night is still young.

Feeling her body go limp, I ease her down from the ceiling, and carry her into my bedroom. As I move towards the bed, she chimes in, "B, go back out there and get my heels. Let's see if you can break them." Excited, I shoot across the house to get her shoes, and quickly return to the bedroom. She pulls my Body Bouncer from under my bed [how did she know I had one of those?], and asks me why my boxers are still on. She manages to take them off with her teeth, and then she.....MOUF.

Dinner Party - The Prequel (Part Two)

A feature from another guest writer who prefers to go by Numbuh9.  I just call her "Ashley"...


Ashley—

I really hate Dinner Parties, but since everyone in our core group are now all working professionals who
rarely do the club scene, I’ll take it. I am drunk and giggly at this point, anyway. God, help me when I
try to stand. 5 ½ inch pumps are not for drunks, but Imma make it work because I see Brandon stealing
glances. Look on, sweetheart, look on because I am definitely scoping too. Did he just wink at me? Yup.
I smile and laugh. I can’t help it. The brother is FINE and I’ve been digging him since the moment I met
him.

Even tipsy as hell, my mind still works at rapid speed so I’m people watching. It’s more fun with friends
since they can’t hide what your average stranger can. James and Dee Dee are catching my attention in
particular. James is practically salivating at the mouth. I giggle to myself. He’s liked her for years and
I’ve always thought they would look good together. I’ve talked to Dee Dee about it, but she brushes it
off. “He’s not into me like that, Ash. We’re just friends.” Well if she could see what I’m seeing right now,
that tune of hers would change.

I feel the mood in the room switch telling me that this party is about to wrap up and I hear my phone
vibrate in my purse. I pick it up and it’s a DM from none other than Brandon:

<Brand-New>: "Look, I'm drunk. You're sexy. I want you. Tonight. My place. Your vagina. My face.
Okay?"

Grab_my_Ash: "B, are you serious? I don't know what to say? You're like my brother."

<Brand_New>: "Just say 'yes', Ash. We're not getting any younger, and seeing you in those heel has my
pressure up."

Grab_my_Ash: "B, I just....Fuck it. I'm ready. I want you, too. How can we get out of here?"

<Brand-New>: "I have an idea!"

I’m hot and following Brandon’s lead, but I remember that Dee Dee has to get home. Not a second later,
James offers to play chauffer. Yeah…I text her about that in the morning, but right now, I’m on a mission
to see what B is gonna do with me in these heels.

Dinner Party - The Prequel (Part One)

The "Prequel" to this story, however many parts it may be, will be written by a guest artiste, Javier. LOL


Here goes...

Brandon--

James is hosting a dinner party tonight, and I must admit that I am anxious to attend. It's been a few weeks since we've gotten together, and there's always a story to tell afterwards. At the conclusion of our last party, I noticed that James was staring at Denise, DeeDee, with those "Girl, I'll drink your bath water" eyes. So, I sent him a text:

Me: "Dude, you need to tell her how you feel, or I will."
James: "Look, that girl is like a sister to me. She's like one of my best friends."
Me: "James, you know I fuck friends, right?"
James: "LMAO! Yes, I do remember you telling me that. Speaking of which, what's going on with you and Ashley?"
Me: "........I'm working on it....."

See, James knew that I liked Ashley, and that he and I were in similar situations. I'd known her for almost 7 years, and have never even given her a real hug. Yes, I am physically attracted to her, but I'm in love with her mind the most. Meh, maybe I can make a move tonight....

James --

The noise level is off the Richter Scale. I don't even understand how we can hear each other at this point. Everyone has smiles on their faces, laughter pouring from their souls. And, of course, everyone has quite the buzz going at this point. I feel like I'm floating about 3 feet above whatever cloud you're suppose to be floating on when your happy. I'm elated. I feel like I'm high but I ain't smoked shit, I swear!

Brandon--

I shouldn't have had that forth glass of wine. I can see James giggling and shit, and I know I'm greasy as fuck. I glance over at Ashley, who wore those heels that I like tonight, and wink at her. She smiles, and shakes her head at me. I look at my watch, and as 10pm approaches, I decide to man up, and send Ashley a DM.

<Brand-New>: "Look, I'm drunk. You're sexy. I want you. Tonight. My place. Your vagina. My face. Okay?"
Grab_my_Ash: "B, are you serious? I don't know what to say? You're like my brother."
<Brand_New>: "Just say 'yes', Ash. We're not getting any younger, and seeing you in those heel has my pressure up."
Grab_my_Ash: "B, I just....Fuck it. I'm ready. I want you, too. How can we get out of here?"
<Brand-New>: "I have an idea!"

James--

"Man, I don't mean to be the only adult in the room but 10pm is bed time in my book." Brandon's words jolt me back to reality. I've never been one to aspire to have a regular 9 to 5 job, so my day is just beginning. Ashley's voice joins the medley. "B's right y'all. I'm acting like I don't have to wake up in the morning. Or don't care that I have to wake up in the morning. I'm old now. I can't live like I did in college." The room exploded with laughter, again.

Dinner After Party.. The Extended Version (Sexy Smirk)

The appropriate ending to this part of the story was written by my love, Aqua


DeeDee---

He proceeds to stroke in and out of me with slow, deep strokes. I'm breathing heavy and moanin loud. I can't help it a little.

James---

Her moans make me wanna go deeper. Faster. I wanna hear her scream. She runs a little with each deep stroke I make and that causes me to grow harder inside of her. Can't believe that this is really happening. With her. I can't tell you how many times I have thought about this. Envisioned this exact act in my head. I'm loving it. I'm fighting orgasm. I want this to last as long as it can.

DeeDee---

I cannot tell you how many times he has made me cum. I lost count a long time ago. I know he is holding back right now, resisting the urge to cum but I can't have that. I start to back it up on him. Making my ass jiggle as it bounces against his pelvis. I feel his dick tighten as he explodes inside of me.

James---

If I said that orgasm was the best ever, I would not be exaggerating. I can't even attempt another round. All I want at this moment is to cuddle next to DeeDee and enjoy the warmth of her body next to mine. I proceed to roll off of her and lay down. She backs into me and snuggles close.

"Was it as good as you expected?" she asks.

"Naw, it was way better than I could have ever dreamed of," I say with a smirk and a kiss to her cheek!

Dinner After Party.. (last post part 2 yall lol)

-- James

She walked back from the bathroom looking like an angel, if it is even possible for them to lose their balance. I had yet to figure out where my boost in confidence came from causing me to speak up about taking her home. Maybe it was just time for me to seize the moment. Maybe it was the wine.

"Well they sure cleared out." She said breaking my train of thought.

"Yea. It was like a stampede was chasing them out." I said laughing. She looked like she was ready to go. She began grabbing her things and heading towards the door. All I could do was follow her and try to figure out my next move. I wasn't ready for her to leave me just yet. This wasn't ending the way I had planned. Hell, I don't even know what I had planned.

I tried to force my thoughts into her by staring at her back. Guess that didn't work. "Well, I guess if everyone else is gone you're about ready to kick me out too?" she said as she kept walking towards the kitchen door. I put my hand on the door to keep her from opening it.

"Actually I have something I've been wanting to get off my chest for a while." I said. She turned around. My heart began to pound. It was now or never. She looked me in the eyes and said "And what exactly is that?" I thought, "I'd show you better than I could tell you." And I grabbed her by the back of the neck, pulled her close, and kissed her. You know, like they do in the movies. Full of force and passion. I could feel her weight buckle underneath my grip.

I pulled back and looked in her face.  I couldn't figure out what she was thinking.  I don't know if I just did the  right thing.  I was afraid she was about to cuss my ass out.  She looked like she couldn't catch her breath as she stumbled over to the table to set her stuff down.  She leaned on the table then looked up at me and said, "so what do we do now?"

DeeDee --

He took my hand and lead me to his bedroom.  I knew what was going on but at the same time I didn't.  Time was moving too fast.  I didn't have enough time to think.  I pushed him on his bed and straddled him.  We began kissing again.  I could feel his member rise and I wanted to clinch down on it with my ... self.  The heat rose through my body like someone was striking a match.

He rolled us over (lawd knows I love to be flipped) and began to undress me.  The normal weight of my insecurities weren't pressing down on me as usual, probably because of the wine.  I just wanted to get the prize that was mine.  The prize I had been waiting all this time for.

I was in a race to see who could strip who the fastest and I was winning.  I had a longing to arch my back and catch every thrust he sent my way.  I'd been dreaming of this moment for what seemed to be a life time and shit was about to go down for real.

We just stared at each other for a moment in our awkward nakedness.  I fought back the urge to ask what the next steps were, but I just wanted to speed the process along.  After a few more seconds of awkward awkwardness, I managed to murmur "condom"?

--James

"Oh yea!"  I jumped out the bed so fast I almost fell flat on my face.  Rushed to the drawer where I kept my box of condoms and pulled out three.  I walked back to the bed putting one on.  I looked down and kissed her one last time before grabbing her legs and pushing them well over her head.  I entered her slowly but grew more forceful with each thrust.  I got more excited each timed she moaned and almost lost it all when she squeezed that muscle down on me.  She began to move her hips to match my thrust almost as though she was humping me upside down.  I just got lost in the rhythm.

--DeeDee

I begin to move my hips as I felt my eyes rolled back.  I rose my hips with anticipation, just waiting for his pelvic bone to hit my clit.  I began to feel flushed and overwhelmed as my body started shaking.  I wanted to escape and get from under his grasp but I knew better than to try.  Never run away from the pressures of an orgasm.  That would just be dumb.

Once I'd hit the peaks and saw the stars,  I tried to regain control of my legs.  I used what I learned in self defense class (for the wrong reasons) to flip myself over.  I got up on my feet in a squatting position and began to bounce.

--James

I grabbed her hips as she rode me forcing her to come down harder and harder.  I grabbed the small of her back as I watched her bounce.  I wanted to take control again so I asked her to stop.

--DeeDee

"Stop??" But why?  Could I at least get some riding pointers?

  

--James

"Yea, stop."  She did giving me the strangest look I had ever seen come from her face.  When I told her to turn around and bend over that look of death turned to a sexy smirk.

--DeeDee

He proceeded to beast that ass from the back.  (I had to make her say it...)

...And... I don't know how to end this.  Then they fell asleep.  There is gonna have to be a part 3 called the aftermath.  I ain't writing that shit tonite tho. Good night.

A Dinner Party: The After Party

Brief Preamble:  I'm bored as fuck.  I can't find the next episode of my newly (self) scheduled gay programming on the interwebs (The DL Chronicles).  My imagination started floating somewhere.  I went with it.  This is where it took me.  Bear with me too.  It's coming to me in multiple points of view.  At the end, it's about two people.

A dinner party. (Clearly.)
Mid week.
A small group of 5 or 6 friends gathered around a kitchen table.
The food has been torn up and they've just started working on the third bottle of wine.

James (the host) --

The noise level is off the Richter Scale.  I don't even understand how we can hear each other at this point.  Everyone has smiles on their faces, laughter pouring from their souls.  And, of course, everyone has quite the buzz going at this point.  I feel like I'm floating about 3 feet above whatever cloud you're suppose to be floating on when your happy.  I'm elated.  I feel like I'm high but I ain't smoked shit, I swear!

I look around at the smiling faces surrounding me.  Friends that feel more like family.  They fuel the fire that keeps me going.  This week would be headed straight to the shitter without them.  It's like my soul needed to take a hit and they are my drug of choice.

I pick up my glass, sip and gaze sneakingly over my glass to the woman who sits across from me.  I've known her going on ten years but I can't fix my mouth to call her a sister.  Something about her intrigues me.  Our conversations make no sense but take me deeper at the same time.  Our minds and souls connect.  Next step is to connect our bodies, right?  I never gave her the sister label but I can't seem to cross the friend line.

"Man, I don't mean to be the only adult in the room but 10pm is bed time in my book."  Brandon's words jolt me back to reality.  I've never been one to aspire to have a regular 9 to 5 job, so my day is just beginning.  Ashley's voice joins the medley.  "B's right y'all.  I'm acting like I don't have to wake up in the morning.  Or don't care that I have to wake up in the morning.  I'm old now.  I can't live like I did in college."  The room exploded with laughter, again.

People began to get up and grab their coats.  Jason speaks: "Say Deedee, how you getting home?"

"I'll take her home."  I blurted out quickly without thinking.

DeeDee --

"Thanks James.  I'll be back."  I say quickly as I try to flee the scene.  As I stand up, the wine rushes to my head.  I stumble slightly, unnoticed, and rush off to the bathroom.  I actually have to pee, I think and almost actually say aloud.  While walking down the hallway I can't help but think of how awkward we are around each other, the tension.  How much I love it.  I find myself getting "giddy" and because I'm already tipsy, I know I'm turning all shades of bright red.  I glance at my rosy cheeks in the mirror and stop myself from splashing cold water on them.  I handle my business and walk out the bathroom and down the hall.  As I reach the entrance to the dining room I notice the lack of noise.  As I walk in, I see that everyone is gone.  I chuckle out of nervousness, "well they sure cleared out."

"Yea.  It was like a stampede was chasing them out."  James laughed in response.  I giggled as I walked to my chair to retrieve my belongings.  I could feel his eyes on my back.  I wanted to run away before I did or said something stupid.  I couldn't keep myself together around him.  His eyes could see down to my soul, and I didn't like that.  Being all vulnerable.  Open.  Maybe one day he'd look inside me and see how much I wanted him.  That is something I wished for and would dread.

"Well, I guess if everyone else is gone you're about ready to kick me out too?"  I said as I walked to the kitchen door.  James followed close behind me.  He put his hand on the door to keep me from opening it.

"Actually I have something I've been wanting to get off my chest for a while." he said.  I turned around.  My eyes met his.  "And what exactly is that" I said, half like a smart ass but mostly out of curiosity.  Without warning, he kissed me.  You know, like they do in the movies.  Full of force and passion.  My knees buckled, soul swayed.  The earth was moving beneath my feet and I didn't want it to stop.