Entry 5: Our Secret Agreement

 

February 18, 2012

His touches were delicate and his kisses were pure, something about being with him made me feel secure. Who knew from our secret flirtatious moments that I would be in this furnitureless apartment, with this mysterious man; who was sending electricity down my spine just by his soft fingers grazing my leg as his eyes spoke to my soul. How did I get here? I thought, as our lips met again. His lips were so juicy and smooth. Someone pinch me, Zori Rain wake up because you are dreaming. I scanned the room taking in all the romance; dimmed lights, candles, fruits, and rose petals everywhere, what a lovely ambiance. A glass of wine would’ve complimented the evening well, but he was not going to buy me any since I am underage…barely. 

I remember the first time I saw him, he walked in the house with my cousin. His family member was one of my favorite people; I really loved his energy. I was asked if I remembered him from years ago; listen, a face like that is unforgettable, so there was no way that we were introduced before.  Dalmar was very handsome; skin dipped in caramel brown, tall-athletic built, almonds light brown-eyes, and a breathtaking smile with a beauty mark on his face. Given that our families were close, I saw him plenty of times when I was around my dad’s side of the family. He was at cookouts, reunions, any family event. As time flew by, we became friends. We would text and send jokes. Not going to lie, I started to develop a crush on him, but I knew it wasn’t going to go anywhere, since I was looked at as the little sister of the group. Ugh. So, I knew I was pretty much in the friend zone, so I went on about my life while leaving a little space for him in my heart.

 One day after being around him, things got a bit flirtatious. I don’t know if he was testing me, but I did enjoy our friendly banter. Therefore, our texts became more frequent and more personal. It was a safe and vulnerable place for the both of us. Normally, when I was in town from school, I would let him know. I knew I would see him, but he asked if I wanted to hang out…ALONE. Say what now? We have never had alone time. What does he have up his sleeve? Of course, we can hang out, he had to work that night, but he was going to come get me the next day. That day, I wore a high-low tight fitted sundress, showing all of these curves; there was no way he was going to see me as his little sister tonight. I told him to text me when he got to the house because I didn’t want anyone to see him. When I received the text, I sprayed some perfume, hit the lips with some gloss, and winked at myself in the mirror, while grabbing my keys to head out. When I got in the car, we hugged. He took a couple of sniffs enjoying my perfume, he said he liked it, along with my outfit. Yessir, this is a grown lady in the car with you. 

“Zori, did you hear me?” He must have said something while I was zoned out, taking everything in. 

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” I asked, trying to contain myself. 

“Are you enjoying yourself?” He asked, flashing his smile that made me want to melt in his arms. 

“I am. How about you?” I sipped my lemonade, trying to quench my thirst. Zori, get it together girl, I demand my thoughts, which were undressing him. I had to get up and walk around. He followed suit. 

“Good. I enjoy hanging out with you.” He stood behind, looking over my shoulder out the window. “I am also enjoying the view.” 

“Well you don’t look too bad yourself.” I complimented, while sizing him up and down. I needed to sit back down because my knees were getting weak. 

“This is a nice change of things.” 

“Yeah,  normally we are in a different setting. You know with my family and your friends around.” I joked and chuckled. 

“Touche. So, what is going through that head of yours?” He inquisitively stated, licking his lips. I didn’t know if his lips were chapped or if he tried to seduce me, but either way I liked it. 

“What do you think?” I teased by biting into a strawberry, I can keep up. His eyes were fixated on my lips. 

“He is so fine. I can’t wait to get him in that room?” He mimicked, which was terrible by the way. My voice is not that high pitched. 

“You mean the room with no bed. I am good off of that.” I sassed,  we both laughed. 

“I don’t know why this dude doesn't have any furniture, he might be a minimalist.” He defended, but I was not buying what he was selling. Dude had NO furniture. Not even a chair in the room. I wonder how many women Tim brings back to this place, or does he rent furniture when they come over. 

“Too busy paying for eHarmony?” I suggested, shrugging my shoulders. 

“Wow. That is cold!” He gawked.  

“I know. Not going to lie, I am surprised by all of this.” I got us back on subject because I didn’t want to keep talking about Tim and his furnitureless apartment 

“Why? We hung out.” He leaned in closer, moving my hair out of my face. 

“Well, our families have always been close and this is the first time you’ve looked at me this way.” I explained, tilting my head to the left. 

“Is that what you think?” 

“Touche. That’s what I assumed. However, you are a semi-intelligent man. I know you knew I had a crush on you.”  I elaborated. 

“I did.”  He acknowledged, nodding his head. 

“So, you were playing games.” I implied, I scooted away from him. He placed his hand over mine, forcing eye contact between us. 

“No. Like you said our families are close. Just didn’t want to cross any lines.” He explained, moving closer to me. 

“Kissing me the way you are…it’s definitely blurring lines for… me.” I confessed, there was no reason to be shy about it. I was the truth. 

“You mean like this,” Our lips met again and he pulled me on top of  him, allowing me to feel his hardness and I was not disappointed. 

“Dalmar, what are we doing?” I questioned, there was no way that we were going to move forward with anything without some clear “lines.” 

“What do you mean?” He continued to kiss my neck, drawing me into his seductive vortex until I nudged him away. 

“Stop playing with me, if anything happens tonight. No one can know.” I expressed my concern. 

“I don't kiss and tell.” He attempted to console my crazy thoughts. 

“I hear you, but I am telling you. NO ONE can know. If this gets back to my dad or even…” His lips silenced me. 

“Listen, I got you. As far as I know, you are a good girl.” He reassured with a playful wink, then continued with his embraces.  

“Right. And what did you tell Tim, when you asked to use his apartment?” I needed to know, my paranoia was clouding my thoughts. 

“I am entertaining a lady friend.” he didn’t hesitate. 

“A Lady Friend? How many women do you bring up here?” I pulled away because I wanted to look him in the eyes. 

“None. That’s why he was cool with it.” I shrugged it off.  “Listen, if you want me to take you back home, then I can. No pressure,  I would never do that; but from what I can feel and see in your eyes. You are craving me, just as bad as I am craving you.” He grinned, creating a new level of desire for him. 

“Craving?” I mouthed. He was bewitching, with a tight game. I felt his hand glide up my thigh under my dress. 

“Your panties are soaked. So, I can say with complete confidence-” I could feel his fingers inside, “-that you are most definitely craving me. Like I am craving every part of you.” He licked his finger. His luscious touch, had me vulnerable and throbbing below. He slid his finger back in, causing my back to arched as his tongue traveled down my body. 

“Mmmhmm.” I tried to contain myself. 

“Just tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it. It’s your world and I am just visiting.” he picked me and placed me against the wall. 

 

I love when a man is in control. I unbuckled his pants, as he hiked up my dress, removing my black lace panties. I grabbed on to the curtain rod as he entered, sending me on a passionate ecstasy of pleasure wave. I floated with each thrust, and his body synced with mine; creating the perfect rhythm that couldn’t be duplicated.  He touched places that my body has never experienced.  I didn’t even know what was going on, but I was enjoying every inch of him. He was an intoxicating high that I never had and I wanted more and more, the deeper and deeper he entered. I was in his sexual abyss and didn’t want to leave. Honestly, it felt like an out of body encounter because I had no control. Juices ran down my leg, from cumming over and over. He was a g-spot master, more like the pussy whisper. Our bodies collided and our connection was profound. My pussy openly  told him all her needs and secrets, because he was pleasuring her in a different realm. Things took a turn when in the midst of this high vibration, he said something that threw me off, “What’s Up?” 

I ignored it because I thought I was hearing things. It could be possible because this was an unfamiliar encounter that I have ever experienced. Nope, I heard it again. “What’s Up.” 

Umm, where in the hell did that come from and why would you ruin the moment like that?  I pondered. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t know what to say back. I didn’t know if that was a code word or what. I tried to ignore it, but he was staring at me, which turned things awkward. Maybe it meant he was about to cum because he quickly yanked back. Well, that was eventful, as I laid there in silence; still feeling like I was in a whirlwind. My body was playing catch up, from the pleasure because I was still cumming after it was over.  Once my body settled, he passionately kissed me. Even though I really enjoyed it, there was no way this could happen again because that type of sex was addictive and dangerous. My pussy would crave him all the time and we live in different cities. There was no way this was going to work out and be healthy.  I jumped in the shower, in there I took a moment of silence and apologized to my girl because that was a ride, we would never ride again. 

Once I got out, he was waiting for me, smiling. When his hand touched my body, I almost melted to the floor, but I was not going down like that, so I held my composure…the best I could. Yep, I need to go home because He would have me busting it wide open all over this furnitureless apartment again and there is not enough time left in the day; plus, I am sure that Tim wanted to come home. 

“So now what?” He stepped closer to me. I pushed him back, shaking my head.  

“Please don’t start.” 

“Don’t start what.” He teased, holding my lace black panites in his hand. 

“I was wondering where they went.” I snickered. 

He placed them in his pocket, biting his bottom lip “They are mine now.” 

“It’s time for me to go home now.” I suggested,  grabbing my jacket and keys. 

“It’s like that.” he threw up his hands, surrendering. 

“Most definitely.” I said with a salacious winked, walking out the door.  

 

He drove me back home, the ride to my house felt shorter than the ride from my house. I was not complaining because I really needed to get away from this man before I jumped on him in the car. My body was acting like a horny sex addict. It seemed like he knew because he placed his hand on my leg. I tried to ignore the hand and continued talking about life. When we pulled up to my house, my inner body leaped for joy. We hugged. 

“So, when can we do this again?” he asked, face plastered with delight. 

I lied through my smile, “Soon. I’ll let you know.”  I shut the door, then placed my head in the window. “Our secret.” I said holding my pinky out. He locked his pinky with mine. 

“Our secret.” He agreed. Our eyes were deadlocked. Blinking to break the overwhelming feeling to get back to him. 

“Text me when you get home.” 

“You will be asleep,” he argued. 

“Text me.” I demanded. 

“I will. Good night.” He said before pulling off. 

“Night, Dalmar.” I veered away with weak legs, but I gathered the strength to continue up the driveway with my sexy walk, as he watched this voluptuous ass.  

 I waved him goodbye and passed out on the bed. I kept my promise and stayed up until he texted me back, saying he got home. I got in bed replaying the night because I was in disbelief that all of that happened. What a night, some secrets are good secrets!