Brown Eyes, Blue Smile, page 4
Her legs he pushed over her head while his lips searched out the sweet nectar of her sex all within the darkness of her bedroom. He didn’t require a road map to find it—there was no X marking the spot—but there it was when he flicked out his tongue and she hissed when it connected with her clitoris. He gave her clit a couple more flicks before turning into a dive-bomber and planting his mouth on her gushing juiciness. His lips pursed together and nibbled on the outward jutting flesh that surrounded her labia before resuming to lick her juice. Shanice squirmed and whimpered like one who was at the throes of death. Gladly it would have been for death to arrive at that moment to lay claim to her, except in the deep recesses of passion she knew this was ten times—a megaton times—greater than dying. This was being alive, a rebirth the likes she wishes she could partake in over and over again.
Her hands grasped and caressed her lover’s face. She muttered incoherent words to him; her body shook and jived to his beckoning tongue till like an exploding rocket she too arrived at her own moment of climax.
“Ohhhhh my God!!” she sighed while at the same time panting for breath. “Ohh God, Eric, you’re just so wonderful!”
“Don’t go thanking me yet, darling,” he said to her as he then came up with his erection once more returned to its erstwhile stiffness and introduced it into her vagina. She was already well lubricated from the touch of his tongue, thus his cock slid into her with little effort to slow his down. Shanice raised her head halfway from the bed, grasped her lover’s arms, and uttered a sharp cry of delight with it happened. She ground herself beneath him, gave him free reign to take charge of her body and soul as together they began riding the waves of spurious love like two lovers sharing a wild stallion on a lonely verdant land.
“Oh my darling,” she murmured breathlessly. “Oh love me … make love to me … don’t you dare stop.”
“I won’t,” he gasped fervently. “I swear, I won’t.”
Their bodies clashed in the night of her bedroom. Their fucking achieved rhythm just as their breathing became nearly as one while their arms pressed their torso against each other. They were joined to the limb as only one might picture a pair of Siamese twins: their sweat moulded into a stream, and the stream became a meandering river in search of an ocean. Eric’s hands delved down between her backside and the bed sheets to cup the roundness of her ass as he then pulled himself up, taking her along with him, and then falling on his backside. His erection slipped out of her, but Shanice immediately reached for his shaft and returned it back into her warmth. She sat up on him, grinding her ass back and forth over his waist, letting free the doors of her kingdom to his enveloping exploration. She was at this moment more than a mere woman. She was Cleopatra. She was SHE, and he was her Caesar and Mark Antony rolled into one.
“I want to love you always, darling,” she breathed as she leaned towards his face.
“I too want you just as much,” he replied.
The bed groaned and shook from their screwing—it was the inevitable prisoner to their passion. Eric pulled Shanice towards him, wrapped his lips on one of her breasts at the same time steeled himself for the moment that was about to happen. Shanice felt it too—the rising tide of a super nova explosion and she muttered a sharp cry when their star exploded as one. For a moment neither of them was able to move. She wrapped her legs around her lover’s waist while Eric gasped unto her chest with his arms still pressing her body tight to his. This moment was spectacular. This was indelibly how it was when God set forth his Creation, and they both wanted to savour the moment and hope it would remain entrenched in their hearts.
They fell gently back to the bed still with their arms wrapped around each other. Their lips acted as their search light, their tongues roamed and flicked against each other’s skin like drawn swords even though neither of them wished to draw blood. Shanice felt the throb of his cock still inside of her, distilling more and more of his seed into her womb. How she would wish right this minute to bear his child. Her parents would huff and fret if ever they heard of her letting a white boy do this to her, but she didn’t care, she couldn’t care. She had gone past caring. She cared not if he was black, or that he was from Mars—he was hers to keep, just as she too was his.
“I’m yours,” she whispered into his ear before sleep took her away.
Her eyes came awake to streaming sunlight coming from her window. The memory of the previous night flooded her thoughts as she gradually came to full wakefulness though she became momentarily frightened when she discovered she was the only one on her bed—it couldn’t all have been a dream now could it, she thought startled.
Then her nose picked up the smell of coffee and bacons wafting from the kitchen. Her feet came off the bed and she picked up her bathrobe and wore it on before rushing towards the kitchen just as a shadow was about stepping out of the kitchen doorway. Eric held a tray in his hands and he was whistling a tune which quickly died in his lips when he looked up in time to see Shanice approaching him. They nearly collided into each other had she not seen him first and forced her legs to step on the soles of her brakes.
“Wow there!” Eric too brought him himself to a stop, though it didn’t stop Shanice from slightly bumping into the tray but not spilling off anything. “I thought you’d still be asleep?”
“I woke up and thought you had gone,” she said rather sheepishly.
“Nonsense girl,” Eric gave her a kiss. “I couldn’t leave without fixing you some breakfast. I’ve got you some cornflakes and bacons, though I hope you like you eggs scrambled.”
He brought the tray with meal to the bed and Shanice sat before him, crossing her legs like a prim school girl and feeding her eyes on the little growth of hair that littered his chest. Eric picked up a fork and started feeding her bits of scrambled eggs and bacons. The cluster of butterflies were alive and fluttering once more in her stomach—was it love or mere desire, she asked herself. Her hand went to her crotch, getting a hint of wetness there that was starting to wake up the tiger in her once again.
“What time is it?” she asked while busy munching on a bagel.
Eric reached behind his back in search of his watch. “6:25 a.m., it says. I’ve got to get to hour by the next hour.”
“So do I. What’s the rest of your day going to be like?”
He took little time to run his mind through his events for the day. “Don’t really have much. For all I know, it’s going to be another dull and boring day at work for me.” He forked some eggs into his mouth.
“I don’t have to get too lonely for you, you know,” Shanice murmured, running her hand along his thigh and stopping short of his boxer shorts. Her eyes caught sight of his little man becoming awake from her touch and it made her smile. “As long as you’ve got me, I doubt if your day’s going to be anything but dull.”
“Now that I get to think of it, I doubt that too.” Their lips meet in a kiss. The kiss was tentative at first, but right after their lips touched, it opened up and then their tongues met. Eric pushed the tray away and pulled Shanice towards him. Her breasts pressed against his chest and his erection pressed against her crotch as their kiss deepened. Eventually they let go of each other and lay there cuddling in their embrace.
“Let’s do it at my place this time,” he said.
“I can take your clothes back there if you want.”
“Yeah, that will be really nice. And maybe you can dress up as a Playboy bunny before I return.”
She laughed. “Very funny. But you’re going to have to leave me with your key.”
“That’s no problem—I’ve got two.”
“Great. So, how soon do you really need to get to work?”
“Not as soon as I ought to.” His hand cupped one of her breasts while their lips met again.
Chapter Six
I’m goin’ to kill him!
The taxi came to a halt by the curb. The back door flew open and Michelle stepped out and began walking the half a block to her impending destination. This was silly, a tiny part of her mind muttered to her. The taxi could have dropped her in front of the Alleyways, but instead she’d prefer to walk this short distance just so to gather her emotions ... to prepare herself for what was going to happen when she lays her eyes on him. His chin bore a two-day’ stubble of beard, and that only added to the dull look about him. Though aside from that, everything else about him looked just fine, at least to her eyes.
Lincoln!
Sonafabitch! Oh boy, I’m really goin’ to kill him!
But was she really going to do that? And even if she was, how did she intend on doing it—take a fork and hope to cut open an artery in his neck? Tell the truth, wasn’t she just as anxious to see him? After all these months he’d been out of sight? She was divided: a part of her wanted very much to know why he’d taken off and how he’d been living with himself all this time. She knew Lincoln, he could barely get along with being alone, not unless someone is there to hold his hand. Such a big baby he often can be. The other part of her simply wanted to strangle his ass. The nerve of him to slip a note through her doorway last night when he could have just knocked. Still she really was itching to see him. Why else would she be wearing her colourful silk scarf today, the one she knew he always liked whenever she put it on. Memories of when they’d made love in her bedroom and she’d worn nothing but this same scarf. Michelle felt blood evidently rush into her cheeks as she recalled this memory, bringing a sudden blush to her cheeks. Anyone watching her at that moment would have noticed her stop to pretend to wipe something off her eyes and never actually realise she’s merely stop to allow the wave of memory depart from her thoughts. The memory brought the onset of tears to her eyes and she took out a handkerchief from her handbag to wipe her eyes before continuing with her walk.
The glass doors of the Alleyway deli loomed before her. She got up the short flight of stairs leading to it and then pushed it open. There were few faces in there that she recognised and she paused to say hello to the proprietor before moving further into the big room, craning her head in every direction.
A hand suddenly grabbed hers, startling her momentously. She turned to her left and gazed into the familiar eyes of her former lover, Lincoln. For a moment neither of them said anything to each other, though he continued smiling at her, it was obvious it was a facade. His unsteady eyes told her so—he was just as anxious at the same time scared to meet with me as I am with him, she mused to herself. There was as well a certain weariness about him, she noticed. It made him look as if he’d aged ten years more than his present.
“Hi there Mich,” he finally said to her.
She dropped her handbag on the table and then sat across from him. “Long time no see, Lincoln.”
“I’m sorry if I scared you. I figured you’d be searching everywhere for me once you came in, so I figured I’d surprise you like this.”
“Same old Lincoln. You always know how to pull a leg when necessary. Whatever made you think I was going to come?”
“I took a risk with that note.”
“You took more than a dumbass risk,” she retorted. “How come you didn’t knock?”
He gave her a knowing look. “I assumed the first thing you’d done once you found me standing there is go grab a knife to stab me with. I am correct, aren’t I?”
“Very correct,” she gave him a cruel smile. “And you want to know what else? I would have enjoyed it.”
“You’re breaking my heart to hear you talk like this, Mich.”
“Go fuck yourself, Linc,” she blurted, unable to hold back the anger, though she paused to glance about the deli, not wanting to arouse any costumer’s ears, and then leaned across the table to say to him: “I could do more than just reach across this table right now and squeeze the fucking life out of you for all the heartache you’ve caused me and Monique, especially Monique. Except I promised myself I wasn’t going to do that.” She sat back and straightened herself. “You asked me to meet you here, so I suspect you’ve got a good reason for it.”
“I do,” he said solemnly. “I know I’m stupid, Mich. You don’t have to tell me, I know. I caused you some pain when I left—”
“You caused me more than just pain, Linc. You cut my heart off.”
“And you’ve got all the right in the world to hate me for leaving the way I did.”
She gave a bitter laugh. “Oh would you just listen to the genius. And how long did it take for you to figure that out?”
“Less than enough time I spent at St. Nicholas five months ago.”
Michelle gave him a serious look. “What happened at St. Nicholas?”
“I went in for a physical. I was terribly sick back then, you remember. I needed to find what was up, and boy, did I ever.” He then looked at her with surprise. “You know it’s funny, we’ve been having this talk and since we haven’t even ordered anything.”
“I’m not hungry,” she said. “Tell me, Linc, what took you to the hospital. What did the doctors say?”
“You don’t want to know, Mich.”
Her hand reached across the table and held his and spoke to him with a firm voice. “I’ve got daughter asking me just about every fucking day for her Daddy. Don’t you start playing footsie with me, Lincoln. Tell me what is it?”
The weariness came to his eyes and he struggled for a moment to find his next words. “You and Monique are going to be better off without me, Mich. It’s partly the reason why I needed to see you. I don’t ... I don’t think I’ll be coming back home anymore. I’m dying.”
The words seemed to be coming from far away, and yet if it wasn’t that she was holding unto the table’s edge she undoubtedly would have allowed the impact of it to fall her to the ground. Michelle sat there in stunned silence, her mind recalled what he’d just said to her.
I’m dying.
She felt Lincoln shake her hand, bringing her back. “Mich, are you alright?”
“Yeah ... yeah, I am. Whatever is it that’s killing you, Linc?”
He took her hand and began writing on her palm as he spoke. His voice was so low she had to inch forward to hear him. “I’ve got the virus. It’s what the doctor told me.”
She was about to ask—what virus? Then she looked at her palm, at the feel of his finger tracing the words for her and then horror lit on her face as suddenly she knew.
HIV/AIDS.
“Oh my God, Linc.”
He nodded solemnly. “Yeah, I know. It’s why I ran away.”
Michelle didn’t fight back any longer. She pulled him towards her and hugged him. Tears gushed out of her eyes and stained the collar of his jacket. “Oh Linc. Oh babe, I’m so sorry.”
“So am I, Mich,” he muttered. “So am I.”
* * * *
Shanice got off early from work today. Though even if her reliever hadn’t arrived early enough, she still had the good fortune to have brought her lover’s clothes with her to work, folded inside a knapsack bag which she’d stowed away in her locker so as to take it straight down to his place without bothering to stop by home first to pick it up. The reason why she’d opted on this was upon her leaving her apartment in the morning only to run into Chris, her former boyfriend. He’d kept on pleading for her to take him back and still she’d given him the back of her palm and told him to shove off. It was a good thing he hadn’t thought of following her to work, though that hadn’t eased her mind into speculating he might be hanging around her doorstep, just waiting for her to return home. The stupid boy just wouldn’t take no for an answer.
It was approaching six in the evening when the taxi deposited her in front of his apartment building. She knew he wouldn’t be back from work yet—she had called him just before she left her place of work so as to let him know she was on her way there. He’d given her his spare key in the morning before he left, and she intended to cook him something special tonight.
Half a minute later she was standing in front of his door about to insert her key into the lock when she noticed that the door was already open. Shanice got immediately suspicious about that. Was there someone inside, or could he possibly have forgotten to lock up before coming by my place last night? Cautiously she pushed the door open and took a step inside his pad.
Everything was as it was the last time she was there; nothing appeared or seemed to be out of place or missing.
Just then a woman’s voice called out from within: “Eric? Eric, is that you?”
Shanice let the knapsack bag drop from her shoulder, though she was still standing there in the middle of the living room when a woman came out of the bedroom and approached her. She was tall and slim, wearing a purple blouse and black slacks. Her hair was blonde and tied in a ponytail. Her face was angular, her eyes green and they instantly turned envious upon sighting Shanice. She was immediately branded an intruder by those pair of green eyes, and she could only wonder how come.
“Who’re you?” the blonde woman asked with annoying bluntness.
“I’m Shanice. And who are you?”
She gave her a cynical smile. “I’m Tara. I’m Eric’s wife.”
Chapter Seven
It was nearing the hour of six when Eric left his office for the day and began hurrying to get home. Along the way he stopped first at a gift shop to pick a bottle of red wine, along with a dozen white roses. Then he stopped at a movie shop and bought the movie Australia, as Shanice had opened up to him of her love for Huge Jackman’s movies. He thought of calling her along the way but then decided not to; might as well surprise her with what I’ve got in hand. He was totally burning with excitement of seeing her, even though it was less than twenty hours since that happened, it felt almost as if an entire day had gone past since early in the morning when he last held her in his hands. How reluctant he’d almost being leaving her place to come to work today. What had he been thinking? It’s not like there’d been anything special waiting for him when he came to work; he might as well should have called in sick today and spend the entire morning with her. Though he would have begged her too to skip work for the day, and no doubt she would have agreed to that. They would have stayed in bed all through the morning, make love and then take a shower together ... and probably make love again and again. Just thinking of the warm texture of her body was enough to entice him to step down on the gas so as to get home to her quick.
