Shanice wore a dark purple dress that very much complemented her figure; Eric couldn’t help soaking up the sight of her, seeing how different she looked now from the former night. She’d locked her apartment door and was about draping a scarf over her shoulder when Eric stopped her.

  “No, let me get that.” He came from behind, taking the scarf from her hand and acted like a gentleman and draped the scarf over her shoulder, at the same time presented her with what he had hidden in his hands when he appeared at her doorstep—a white Rose.

  “Oh Eric, you shouldn’t have.”

  “I know, I just couldn’t resist. It’s just a little something to mark your beauty.”

  She was immensely touched. A warm glow light up her cheeks as he slipped the flower into her hand. She couldn’t resist kissing him. “Thank you,” she whispered.

  “Thank you for being beautiful.” He gave her another kiss and then led her out of her apartment building to his car that was waiting for them downstairs. He opened her side of the car door for her to step into become coming round to his side.

  “I never knew you had a ride.”

  “I did, just don’t enjoy taking her out much of the time.”

  “So where are you taking me to?”

  “Someplace cool and classy and by the sea. You’ll love it.”

  He started his car and drove into the evening traffic.

  * * * *

  More than an hour later, while Shanice and Eric were having fun with their evening, Michelle was in her own apartment’s kitchen having a late night coffee. Her daughter had gone to bed less than a couple of minutes ago; she’d just left her room after reading her a bedtime story. Michelle sat there in the comfort and quietude of her apartment, thinking, listening to the silence, and thinking. Thoughts too random to be called anything else flirted around her head. She couldn’t put a pin to them, though she thought she caught a hazy portrait of what they were waving before her.

  Lincoln.

  It’s been four months since she’d been with him. One morning he’d woken up and disappeared from her bed and sight. Except for a lone letter he’d left for her, explaining how he needed to get some things taken care of, she hadn’t heard no word, not even gotten a phone call from him. But what was most hard on her was that she kept telling herself that she was done with him. She held unto this belief in her heart that he was never going to return to her anymore ... and still she was even more afraid admitting that to herself.

  Lincoln had been a lot of things to her. He’d been her best friend—whenever Shanice wasn’t around—her husband to her daughter (even though they were miles away from thinking about getting married, though it wasn’t like she’d given up entirely on it), but most important, he’d been her rock ... though that had been tempered down when he developed himself a drinking problem. She many times she’d tried to help him, and each time he pushed himself further and further away from her. She realised that the moment was fast approaching when she’d either have to keep waiting on him showing up or moving on without him. It was going to be hard for Monique to come to terms with that ... but all things will heal. In time she knew they would.

  Done with her coffee, she washed her mug in the sink and left it off dry and then turned off the light. Her next destination was her bedroom. There came a knock on her door. Wondering who it could, she asked first who it was. Getting no answer, she cautiously unlocked her door and pushed it open. There was no one standing there ... except for a plain envelope lying on the floor by her feet. The corridor was empty. She picked the envelope up and locked back her door.

  There was only her name written on the envelope’s back, and the sight of it brought a sense of déjà-vu to her eyes. The handwriting ... something familiar about it, she thought. Her hand ripped through the envelope and out fell a plain sheet of paper with this written on it:

  You’re still looking lovely.

  Alleyways, tomorrow at twelve

  I will wait for you.

  — Lincoln

  She could immediately feel her heart beating fast. She reached out and pressed her palm against the wall, thinking she was seeing things; thinking that she was dreaming. Her eyes read the words over and over again, and then she realised it was no dream.

  “Oh my God,” she muttered to herself. “Lincoln.”

  * * * *

  Dinner over, they decide to go for a walk. They drove down to their pier; Eric parked his car close to the pier where they’d walked their first date and stood looking out at the harbour. He couldn’t stop admiring the way the cool wind ruffled her dress, letting her scarf flutter behind her neck till eventually she had to take it off. Eric offered her his jacket to keep from the cold; they stood beside each other silent for a moment, each contemplating what to say next.

  Eric decided to break the silence. “You looked absolutely beautiful tonight.”

  She looked at him. “You’ve said that more than fifty times already.”

  “I’ll keep saying it for another fifty if it’s possible.”

  She had something on her mind. Eric could sense she was struggling with her words and opted not to hurry her about it.

  “Tell me something, Eric. Do you really want to be with me?”

  “I thought I’d answered that question already.”

  “I need to hear you say it.”

  He turned to face her, taking her hand in his. “Well then hear me now as I say this: I really, really want to be with you, Shanice.”

  She was silent for a moment, soaking in his words, and then: “You know prior to when I met you, I was going out with someone. His name is Chris. I’d broken up with him that night you and I met.”

  “He cheated on you?”

  She shook her head. “I can’t really say if he’d done that before. No, he just ... let’s just say he’s the sort who refused to grow up. The funny thing is, if he were cheating on me, I think I could have handled that. What I can’t handle is someone lying to me, especially about something they ought not lie to me about. So Eric, now that I’m here, are there any lies or secrets in your closet I ought to know about? If there is then please jus tell me right now, whatever it is. If you’ve got some woman on the side ... now’s the time to come clean about it.”

  Her eyes bore into his. She searched for the lie he might be hiding behind his pupils at the same time searched for the truth. Her heart beat fast against her chest nervously.

  Eric raised her hand to his lips and kissed it. “You’re all I want, Shanice. I don’t have anything aside from you.”

  “Is that the truth?”

  “It is.”

  She felt her heart release a sigh as she came forward and rested her head on his chest. “I can’t help myself from wanting to love you, Eric.”

  He touched her cheek and raised her head. Their lips met in a kiss, sensuous and loving. The kiss seemed to mould them into one being. Into one heart beating in two separate bodies.

  “Want to go back to my place?” he asked her.

  “I can’t. I’ve got an early shift tomorrow at work. I can swing by your place later in the day though. I’ll bring some pizza along.”

  “Sounds lovely. Bring a movie too.”

  “I thought that was on you.”

  “Alright, it’s on me.”

  He wrapped an arm around her and together they walked back to the car. She rested her head on his shoulder even as he drove her back to her home. He arrived in front of her apartment building ten minutes later. She pulled his head towards her and gave him a lengthier kiss.

  “I’m so reluctant to let you go tonight,” she muttered.

  “Same with me. But we have the rest of tomorrow to look forward to. I can’t wait to see you then.”

  “I can’t too. Goodnight, darling.” She gave him a final kiss before stepping out of his car.

  Eric waved at her as she climbed up the stairs of her apartment building; she too waved back before stepping inside. Neither of them was aware of the figure of a man hiding behind a tree across the street from them, watching everything that transpired between them.

  Chris stood there seething with rage as he watched Shanice disappear inside her building and watched as the guy whom she’d been out with drive off. He’d stopped by her place a while ago, still with the intention of apologising to her and wanting her to take her back but had met her door locked. He’d strolled down the block to kill time with one of his guys, figuring that by the time he returned she would be back. Now he knew why she’d been acting all heated up with him since—she’d gone and gotten herself a white boy to be with. He raised his jacket’s hood to his face and walked away, smiling to himself now he knew what she was about. Women, he thought sourly to himself, nothing’s ever too good for them.

  Chapter Five

  Shanice had butterflies dancing in the pit of her stomach right as she got up the stairs of her apartment building and even after entering her apartment as she undressed herself and then went into the bathroom to wash the remains of the evening from her skin. She rested her head on the shower stall, feeling her hand over her erect nipples and wishing Eric was here to make her feel good. Her thumb and forefinger played with her tits while one hand went between her legs to massage her pussy and within moments she was murmuring soft moans of desire. Her middle finger slid into the warmth of her pussy, turning her moans into a yearning sigh. How she wished she hadn’t let go of him when she climbed down from his car. He ought to be here with me right now, taking care of me, she thought to herself.

  Done with her bath, into her bedroom she went and still the mass of butterflies won’t quit their flutter. The night was a never-ending sight as she rolled from one end of the bed to the other. Each time she turned to glance at the opposite side of her bed she saw him lying with his head on her spare pillow, smiling that boyish smile of his at her. Twice she murmured his name in her dreams. Her feet curled in a foetal mode and her hand kept on troubling her pussy, bringing her to slow, screeching orgasm. Her eyes went to her cell phone and she couldn’t tell why she resisted the temptation of calling him. Even if she cajoled him to come round and be with her and he refused, just the mere thought of hearing his voice, and him saying something that would make her laugh—him being the ointment to her soul—or at least say something sweet that would knock her off to dreamland.

  He was everything she’d ever wanted in a man; all that she’d always dreamed of finding. Her eyes can still vividly imagine the bold outlines of his face: the tranquil blueness of his eyes—how those eyes seem to look into the very depth of her brown skin, and how she feels lost every time she gazes into his eyes like someone lost in an ocean current—the solid gentleness of his words and voice; there is the caress of his hand when they touch, the spark of electric it made her feel when they first kissed … Though who would have thought he would be far from what she’d always desired. That she would ever end up dating a white boy was seldom a thing she’d ever given herself time to ponder on. It felt so much like she was still locked in a dream—an Alice lost in the deep woods of Wonderland—she wondered if she would ever make it out of the maze. Would her Prince Charming ever remain true or would it all turn out to be nothing but a dream?

  That last thought made Shanice open her eyes and sit upright, her hand fumbling for her bedside table lamp’s switch and then finally finding it and depressing the button, bringing light to her bedside. There was a trembling in her heart, and her eyes gazed either way of her bedroom as if she’d felt the presence of a ghost lurking about. She realized then that she was breathing heavily. She decided then that she couldn’t hold the urge back any longer—she picked her phone and dialled Eric’s number. It rang a couple of times unanswered and she was almost about to give up when the line got picked up.

  “Hi there, pumpkin,” came his familiar voice, although it sounded king of groggy like he’d been asleep before she called. Hearing the sound of that voice was like being rescued from drowning.

  “I know it’s rather late,” she said. “I’m sorry for calling so late—”

  “As long as it’s you calling, there’s nothing to be sorry about. How’re you doing?”

  “I’m doing alright. Was trying to sleep, but I kept having this crazy nightmare and it just wouldn’t let me be.”

  “Oh, sorry to hear that.”

  “It’s okay. The nightmare’s gone right now anyway.”

  “Was I of any help getting rid of it?”

  She smiled to herself. “Hearing your voice was all I needed to drive it away. Why else do you think I called you at this hour?”

  “I suspect you didn’t just call to hear my voice because of a silly nightmare, so why do you confess.”

  “Confess to what?” she feigned surprise.

  “Confess why you really decided to call me up at,” he paused for a moment, and then: “at one-forty in the morning. You could have waited till morning to hear my voice.”

  “Didn’t you hear what I said—I had a nightmare.”

  “Shanice, I know you. Or at least I know a little bit about you that there’s more to your calling. Now are you going to come clean, or not?”

  “Okay, okay,” she grinned at the phone. “I was thinking about you. I wanted to tell you of how much I miss you and that I wished you were here in bed with me. You happy now?”

  “Yes, very much happy,” he muttered. “You could have said that earlier. It would have made things a lot easier.”

  “I know, and right now I wish I did. But is it too late?”

  At the other end, Eric was silent for a moment. Shanice was about to call out his name to know if he was still there when he returned to the line. “It’s never too late. I can still make it to your door, although I’m going to have to come by with my work clothes. Hope you wouldn’t mind?”

  “Just as long as you’re here, I don’t care.”

  “Alright then. Just let me go wash up my face and gather my stuff. I’ll be there within the next hour.”

  “Make it thirty,” she said before hanging up.

  Eric didn’t make it to her place in thirty but thirty-seven, which was far from being an hour. Shanice was groaning like an animal since the moment she dropped down her phone and began playing with herself while wishing for her lover to hurrying up and come be in her arms. She’d buzzed him upstairs when he arrived and appeared at her front door holding his clothes and a pair of shoes along with a little kit bag in his hands. She’d pulled him inside, slammed the door closed and let everything he had in his hands clatter to the floor while she jumped on him and began smothering his lips with kisses. Eric nearly lost his footing and had to rest himself against the door frame so as to obtain a fighting chance of getting back at her; their hands groped and cuddled each other’s limb while they wrestled with their lips and flesh. This wasn’t the Shanice he’d had dinner with hours ago. No, there was no way this could be her. He told himself that he was currently in the lair of a lioness, a rather hungry lioness, whose intention was to devour him with love and sex …

  And he loved it.

  “What took you so long?” she muttered the question even as her lips were all over his face.

  “Sorry. Needed to find a good toothbrush,” he replied humorously.

  They sauntered into the bedroom. Her hands practically ripped his shirt apart while her nightgown went sailing from her head; she slobbered her tongue across his chest, loving the taste of his scent. One of her legs encircled his thigh even as he held unto her and then dumped her on her bed. She pulled him along, not wishing to let go of him even for a second. They rolled over each other on the bed. Her hair fell over her face and she wiggled her lower body against him. His erection pressed against his pants and she took a short break to free his burden into the open, taking his erect cock out and popping it into her mouth. Eric fell his head on her pillow and muttered a loud gasp. There were the sound of Shanice’s lips smacking against his erection, followed by her mouth swallowing as much of him as she could. She took in his pre-cum and just about everything else he could afford to offer her as he was at that moment a sacrificial lamb to her altar. The reign of butterflies was back in her stomach, except this time they were floating all around her. This wasn’t a dream, she told herself. This was all real—the feel of her lover’s body lying on her bed, the musky taste of his turgid cock right now in her mouth, the sound of his moans, and then there’s the presence of his hands caressing her hair, pressing her face down to his pubic zone … this was so very real, and not something in a dream. He was here in her bedroom with her right now, and she was at this moment making genuine love to him. This wasn’t their first lovemaking, she knew, but the event seemed rather epoch-making, like the strange sight of the first creature of Dinosaurs on the world. She didn’t want this moment to end, thus she kept on sucking him even as he pleaded for her to stop. And then he announced he was about cumming, and still her mouth remained tightly wound around his shaft. She produced throaty moans in her mouth, though they seemed to be coming from a distant part of her. Her other hand stroked his shaft, drawing him towards the precipice. Eric’s hands held her head down as his body tensed up and then he cried out a he shot his load like a rocket into the deepest regions of her throat. His semen slammed into the back of her mouth with the force of streaming water, and Shanice gave an involuntary grunt as instinctively her mouth gulped his cum down her throat and then did the same with the continuous spurts he released. Her mouth still held his cock in its warm grip, and it wasn’t until she felt him growing weak that she then let him go and slid up the bed to embrace her lover.

  “You devilish woman, you,” he cooed just as she kissed him. The kiss was long and passionate.

  “I hope I wasn’t too exciting for you,” she said.

  “Why don’t you look closer, you’ll notice you gave me a heart attack back there.”

  She laughed.

  Eric turned her over on the bed—now was his turn to give her a taste of her own medicine.

 

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