“Not since we were experimenting kids,” Travis answered, knowing there was a little more to that story. He didn’t think Me’shelle needed or would really want to hear all the details.
“What’s she like?”
“She carries it like a lady, if that what you were asking. If you didn’t know she was into women, you’d never guess by looking at her. But if you’re asking what type of person she is, she’s the exact opposite of Ronnie. Right now, Ronnie’s working on making a fortune as a day trader-very high-energy position for a very high-energy guy. Even though Jackie is working now as a model, she’s a chemist. She prefers to work alone in a very quiet kinda atmosphere.”
“And you’re somewhere in the middle. But I like that about you, Travis. I think it’s very sexy.”
“Do you really?”
“Yes. I think you’re a very sexy man.” Before Travis could bite on that hook line, Me’shelle asked, “So, tell me, Mr. Burns. How are we going to spend the rest of the night?”
“Well, Ms. Lawrence, we’re going to a place called Smoke on 106th and Broadway. There’s going to be a jazz album release party there, so there may be a star or two in the house,” Travis said.
“That sounds nice.”
After the show was over, Travis took Me’shelle home and she invited him in. “But just for a minute,” she said. Me’shelle went into her bedroom briefly, then to the kitchen to pour them each a glass of wine. She joined Travis on the couch. They talked about their evening and the time that they had spent together. It had been almost a month since the incident with Mystique, and they were now able to look back and laugh about it.
“You know the only thing that was missing from the evening?”
“What was that?”
Me’shelle moved closer to Travis. “This.” She kissed him on the cheek then touched his face. Travis turned to Me’shelle, drawing her to his lips. “Our first kiss,” she said.
“I hope it’s the first of many.”
“It will be,” Me’shelle said as she stood up. She held out her hand and Travis accepted it. He stood up, ready to say goodnight and tell Me’shelle what a wonderful time he’d had with her that evening, as he always did. But Me’shelle placed her finger over his lips and said, “Shhh.”
She quietly led Travis into her candlelit bedroom. She kissed him again, and he let his hands roam freely over her body. Their bodies shook from the excitement of the lovemaking that both had anticipated for so long.
Travis unzipped her dress and started to slide it off her shoulders, but Me’shelle stopped him, moving his hands back to his sides. She undressed Travis slowly, kissing and caressing him as she removed each article of clothing. “Lay down,” whispered in his ear.
Travis lay across the bed and watched Me’shelle deliberately and seductively slide her dress down her body until it hit the floor. She turned around and slid her thong off her hips and let it drop next to her dress. Travis knew he was in heaven.
Me’shelle reached behind her back, unhooked her bra and slid it off her shoulders. When she was naked, she lay down in bed next to Travis. He ran his hand across her breasts and teased them with his tongue, sliding it slowly around her beautiful, dark circles, but never touching her nipples. When Me’shelle spread her legs, Travis fingered her clit. He felt it getting harder under his touch. Me’shelle moaned her approval.
Travis guided his tongue along her eyebrows then kissed her eyelids. The sensation of hands gave way to the sensation of her lips, soft and wet, against his chest. As he lay on his back, eyes closed, he enjoyed the taste of her tongue darting playfully in and out of his mouth and across his chest.
She began gliding her hands across his skin to his now throbbing hardness. She reached out and slowly began to massage it. Me’shelle kissed him passionately as she continued to stroke his erection. Travis reached out for Me’shelle and gently moved her body so he could taste her. He ran his tongue along her lips and proceeded to lick her clit. She moaned her pleasure while continuing to slide her hand up and down his shaft.
Me’shelle repositioned herself and straddled his torso as Travis looked on with great anticipation. She lowered herself onto him. While she took his erection into the wetness between her thighs, they stared into each other’s eyes. They moved in unison; each movement was agonizingly slow and deliberate to heighten their mutual pleasure.
Me’shelle rolled off of Travis. He watched her crawl around on the bed and enjoyed the perfection that was Me’shelle’s ass. Travis crawled over beside her and ran his hands along her back, around her perfect ass, then squeezed her firm thighs. Me’shelle spread her legs and he fingered her clit and played with her lips.
Travis got up on his knees and entered her from behind. Her pussy was so soft, so wet; he could barely control his passion. He felt her ass buck, pounding against him. He felt the muscles inside her tighten around him.
Me’shelle smiled and touched his face, then she curled up in the fetal position. Travis ran his hand over her shoulder and down her arm. Her skin was soft and smooth. He paused to admire each curve, studying each nuance of her body.
Me’shelle began to move in response. She rolled into his arms and kissed his lips. He tasted her tongue. It glided slowly and smoothly over his. Travis broke their embrace and spread her legs. He kissed her inner thighs and once again tasted the wetness between them. Me’shelle held his head in place as his tongue slithered along her lips, making circles around her clit. Her grip grew tighter, her stomach muscles locked and her head drifted back in quiet ecstasy.
Chapter Twenty
After spending two months in Columbia, South Carolina, Bruce and his family finally returned to New York. The trip was productive, as Bruce had put together all the money he owed Chilly. Naturally, it took longer than it should have, because as soon as they made the money, they would smoke up half of it. When they came through the door, Brandy went straight to her room and closed the door. Bruce and Natalie went to their bedroom.
The first order of business was to call Chilly so Bruce could bring him his money. However, each time he called, Bruce was told that Chilly was unavailable. This made him nervous. He was always able to talk to Chilly whenever he needed to. He even tried to call Chilly at home. He talked to Chilly’s wife, Gee, but she hadn’t seen him since he left the house that morning.
Bruce paced nervously around the bedroom of the house his father left him. “What’s wrong, Bruce?” Natalie asked as she got undressed. She took off her bra and put on her nightshirt.
“This is the fifth time I called Chilly and muthafuckas keep feedin’ me this unavailable shit,” Bruce answered.
“Maybe he don’t care about the money no more.”
“That’s what worries me, Nat. If Chilly don’t want the money no more, then Chilly’s gonna want something else. I told you we were fuckin’ around down there too damn long. We shoulda came back when we had all the money the first time, but your ass had to start smokin’ it up.”
“Me? I seem to remember you were there smokin’ right along with me, so don’t give me this shit about me smokin’ it up.”
“So, it wasn’t you beggin’ me to re-up so we could have a little piece to do? You know, just you and me. That wasn’t you?”
“You coulda said no.”
“And even if I did just say no, how many nights did I come back after being out all night making money and find you down in Grandma’s basement smokin’ up whatever your searchin’ ass could find?”
“Well, you shouldn’t have left it there for me to find!”
“Who the fuck you yellin’ at?”
“I’m not yellin’. I’m just sayin’ if it wasn’t there, I couldn’t smoke it. You shoulda took the shit out the house with you.”
“If that ain’t the stupidest shit I ever heard!”
Natalie got quiet when Bruce started yelling.
“What I look like out in the street with all the dope on me? An easy-ass mark, waitin’ to get his ass robbed or
