Secret Society

“Nothing, nothing at all. Just let me freshen up,” I said as I walked toward the spiral staircase.

I went into the bathroom and changed into some lingerie I had in my overnight bag. It was a Victoria’s Secret satin pink and black bra-and-panty set that had a little flirty skirt attached. Beneath the skirt was a package taped in so tight it was almost invisible. Perfect, I thought. I slid my feet into my black feathered high-heeled slippers, took some deep breaths, and looked at myself in the mirror one last time before heading back downstairs to Michael and putting my life on the line. I wasn’t sure why I was so nervous about having sex with Michael. I had risked my life with much more dangerous guys than him.

“Whoa!” Michael blurted as I walked down the stairs.

He had some slow music playing and the lights were dim. He was still fully clothed and had sat back down on the floor. I got on my knees and crawled over to him. He reached his arms out to grab me, but I moved them to his side and gently pushed him back onto the floor. I began to unbutton his pants and caress his manhood at the same time. He was aroused. He lifted his head slightly to peek at me while I performed oral sex. When he put his hand on top of my head to control my movements, I kindly removed it and placed it back on the floor. I wanted him to know I was in charge.

Michael had gotten nice and hard and was ready for the real deal. He got up from the floor and repositioned himself on the couch. He came out of all his clothes, throwing each article in a different direction. Then he motioned for me to do the same. I kicked off the slippers and removed my bra, leaving me in nothing but the skirt.

“Take that off too,” Michael said as he stared me up and down while stroking his penis.

I ignored him as I slowly approached and placed his hands on my breasts.

I jammed my tongue in Michael’s mouth, forcing him to take his mind off of the idea of seeing me completely naked.

“I want you,” Michael moaned.

“I want you too,” I moaned back.

“Then take me,” he said as he quickly slid his erect penis toward my middle.

I jumped back just in time.

“Michael,” I cautioned with a frown.

My heart was beating a mile a minute. I was having second thoughts about even continuing.

Michael sat up on the couch. “Come here, don’t back away from me,” he said, reaching for my hand.

“Let me handle this, okay?” I instructed as I backed away from him.

“All right, you got it, but I want to see that coochie,” Michael said. “Show me that thing!” he insisted.

I didn’t know what Michael was up to. I kept asking myself why was he so adamant about seeing what was in my panties. Usually guys just went with the flow, especially the first time around. Some head and a dominating woman were enough to keep them content. I had to come up with something, and I had to come up with it fast.

“Michael, I’m a virgin,” I said.

Michael laughed and replied, “Come on, Celess, stop playing.”

“I don’t believe in sex before marriage,” I continued.

“Are you serious?” he asked with a serious face.

“Yes,” I insisted, “and I can’t believe that a man like you don’t respect that.”

Michael sucked his teeth in disbelief. He looked away from me and reached for his boxers on the far end of the couch. I walked slowly toward him and grabbed his arm, gently pushing him away from his boxers.

I leaned over him and whispered in his ear, “But I hope you don’t think I got you all hot and steamy for nothing.”

I began to stroke his dick, bringing it back to life. It had gone down once Michael heard the word virgin. Michael just sat there, seemingly holding back. He sure wasn’t as aggressive as he had been. As I felt his penis rising, I started sucking it, slowly and passionately. Michael began to relax as he leaned his head back against the sofa. He had learned that it was best to let me run the show, as he kept his hands by his sides and gave me full clearance to do what I wanted to do.

I began to slide Michael’s slobbered-down dick up and down between my breasts. He was slowly getting back into it as he started pumping his waist up and down. I released Michael’s dick as it stood hard and tall.

“What now?” he asked, breathing heavily.

“You just wait there and let me lead the way,” I said as I turned out the lights completely.

It’s showtime, I thought. While walking back to Michael, I reached in the back of my panties and removed the tape. I quickly grabbed my package and brought it forward. I cuffed my balls and penis and held them in place, keeping them as close to the front as I possibly could. Michael could hardly see me, but just to make sense of things for him, I told him I was playing with myself. He was turned on and was so hard I don’t think he gave a shit what I told him. I systematically positioned myself on his lap while holding on to my privates for dear life. My heart was pounding and Michael could tell.

“Celess, are you sure you want to do this? I mean, if you want to hold out…” Michael whispered.

“Anal sex is okay, Michael. As long as my hy-you know, don’t get busted,” I said. I’d forgotten the name of the thing, or perhaps I never knew it-shit, I wasn’t a woman for real. But he knew what I was referring to.

“You don’t mind?” Michael asked. “Because I want you to be ready.”

“Shh,” I whispered. Then with my one free hand I slid his erect penis in my asshole.

“Just let me handle this. Keep your hands to yourself and no sudden movements,” I moaned.

“Whatever you say,” Michael moaned back.

I felt him quiver as I moved my body up and down on top of his. I got him. It hadn’t been easy, but I got him.

Michael and I finally had our moment, and I must say it was the most amazing sex I ever had. It was passionate and pleasurable. Granted, I didn’t have multiple orgasms like I had had with James, but one was enough with Michael.

“Surprise!” Michael shouted.

I opened my eyes and took a couple steps back. I looked up at the vacant building and read the sign. Less is Best Beauty Salon, it read. I was confused at first, but then it clicked-“Less” is me. This was my shop.

“Oh, my God, baby, you didn’t!” I yelled.

“Well, you said you wanted your own hair salon,” Michael said, smiling.

I jumped in Michael’s arms and hugged him tight. I was kissing him on his neck and cheek and lips uncontrollably.

He put me down and said, “Come on, let me show you the inside.”

He led me into the place. It was something out of a magazine.

“I designed it especially for you,” he said. “I incorporated a little bit of everything you like: the spiral staircase, the long mirrors, the hardwood floors, the built-in shelves, and the archway. Upstairs is a small flat. It has an eat-in kitchen and a lounge area.”

Michael paused and searched my face. “Do you like it?”

“Like it? Michael, I love it!” I cried, with my hands over my mouth.

My eyes were watering. I could not believe Michael did this for me.

“How did you do this? I mean, how did you find the time? Oh, my God, Michael, I’m speechless!”

“You know, it was funny, because I had been working on this place before you and I met,” Michael began as he took a seat in one of the styling chairs. “By the time we got together, only the cosmetics had to be done. And when you told me that it was your dream to open your own hair salon one day, I got a thought in my head. But of course I had to wait and see where we were headed, you know. The owner planned on selling it once it was finished, so after thinking long and hard, I took it off his hands,” Michael explained.

I shook my head, still holding my hands over my mouth.

“Once I paid him for it,” Michael continued, “I hired a group of guys to finish it up. We’ve been working on this day and night.”

“Baby, this is…I can’t even explain it. Words can’t say,” I said, wiping my eyes.

Weeks flew by. It had seemed like I would go to sleep on a Monday and wake up on a Friday. But I had no complaints, as all of my days had been filled with bliss. Michael was like a dream come true. I’d grown to love him,