Sweet in the Middle

by TaugJaye Crawford

  Emery bit down on her bottom lip and let her eyes roll to the back of her head when Eri pinched the other nipple and massaged it with her thumb.

  It’d been a long time since Ms. Costello had felt like this. The aisle between her fluffy thighs was creamed beyond means, her hormones were firing in a range that her mind couldn’t control, and she was hungry for the taste of a woman’s body.

  She took the other Hershey Kiss-shaped nipple into her mouth and inhaled hard as if she were trying to leave a hickey. Shit, she was a woman herself. A woman with a double J bust at that, so she knew how important it was to simultaneously apply the right pressure while feasting on a pair of ripe blackberries.

  “Shit, girl…I ain’t never had my titties sucked like this, and I’ve been fucking with women for a good lil’ minute. Shiiiiiit…”

  Eris reached down while carefully sliding her hands inside of Emery’s fabric and gripped her ass with no barriers. Good Lord, it was so soft. So fucking juicy, and she was on the verge of cumming if she didn’t calm herself down. Outside of her vibrator, her sex life was almost nonexistent.

  By choice, of course.

  These lame ass St. Louis niggas couldn’t get her pussy wet even if they really put their backs into it. Don’t get me wrong; she loved a hard dick, but half these niggas couldn’t fuck, and the other half still couldn’t find the clit in 2019.

  Not even with the assistance of MapQuest, man!

  And before Emery came along, outside of the first and only woman that she’d been intimate with, which was her good friend, Bucky, who went to school down at Florida A&M, there wasn’t a woman in her life who she could freely experiment with either.

  She’d known Bucky since they were ten and had always thought her friend was gorgeous, but she never expected them to cross that line. One night they got drunk, B expressed how she needed her pussy ate, and Eris had that bitch bussin’.

  It was her first time ever going down on a woman too, but when the hunger was present, and you’d watched enough Pornhub and XnXX like they were YouTube tutorials, it honestly came natural. Especially when you were a pleaser.

  The longer she continued to tongue kiss on this woman’s swollen nipples, the more she thought about doing the same thing to her pussy. But Emery was already reading her mind.

  She stood up, not wanting to interrupt Eri in her moment, but she had the taste for a nice serving of sweet nectar herself.

  “Stand up, sexy.”

  Eris did as she was told and watched as Emery lifted her dress and lowered her tights. When she sat back down, Em even did the honor and removed everything else she had on until she was completely naked from the waist down.

  “Don’t be too loud, now,” were Emery’s last words before she used two fingers to part Eris’ pretty chestnut-colored folds and glided her tongue up and down the aisle of her feminine essence.

  Eris held her cute little fupa up with one hand while she held onto the edge of the bench for stability. She threw her head back and bit down on her bottom lip to refrain from calling out to the heavens. Shorty felt charmed. No man had ever licked on her yoni the way Emery was nurturing her every need, want, and past desire to feel the way she’d always daydreamed about experiencing from head.

  Fuck no, Bucky had never gone down on her. She loved to be pleased, but the most Eris had ever gotten out of that bitch was a kiss. Don’t get her wrong; she loved her friend, but she also knew that B would never return the favor.

  Yeah, she was that type, and as much as Eris honestly enjoyed making a woman cum with her tongue, after her break up with Royce, she was done with one-sided relationships—situationships, in her and Bucky’s case. There was no love lost between the two. They still rocked together whenever they linked up, but there was no more eating pussy for free, and Eris was standing on that shit…

  She just had to lift her dress all the way up and un-do her custom made, lace bra that buttoned down the front. I mean, it wouldn’t be right if Eris held back and not showed this woman that she was a big ole’ freak and enjoyed the pleasure she was giving her.

  “Shit, Em…fuck! Yes, eat this pussy until I cum!” she cooed while running her fingers through her wild tresses.

  Emery gazed up and smiled while her tongue coiled around Eris’ juicy nub. Loving how sexy she looked making those love faces, biting down on her bottom lip, playing in her hair, and pinching her nipples.

  My kinda bitch. Yeah, I’m on her.

  Eris whimpered when she felt Emery slide two of her fingers inside of her hot and cozy walls that were saturated with her honey. The way she was fucking her in a ‘come here’ motion had her legs shaking and little beads of sweat forming underneath her hairline.

  “Fuck…” she cried when Em inhaled her clit and implemented a hard sucking motion with her lips and tongue. “Oh my God, I’m finna cum…Oh my fucking God, just like tha—just like—ooooooh, shit!”

  She prayed her whispers were whispers. Good Lord, she prayed she wasn’t hollering at the top of her lungs from the voodoo this woman was putting on her pussy, but it felt so fucking good, she could hardly resist.

  She was so gentle yet savage when need be.

  The moment Emery reached up with both hands and pinched Eris’ nipples with a force that sent a direct jolt of electricity to her G-spot, they both knew that this was the start of something that neither of them would easily be able to call quits.

  They were already in too deep, and this was only night number one.

  “I been wanting something I can feel,”

  -J. Cole

  2

  The vibrations from the speaker system inside of the Rustic Goat made the concrete beneath Eris’ feet shake the closer she made it to the entrance. The temperature drop had her shivering like all hell, despite the furry earmuffs, scarf, and gloves that she paired with her Torrid trench coat. It was so damn cold out that the tip of her nose felt numb from the possible frostbite.

  Whew! Thank you, Jesus, I made it!

  Her hands trembled as she pulled her phone out of her coat pocket and unlocked it for the bouncer to see.

  “Eris Costello?” he questioned after locating the six-digit code she gave him.

  “Yup.”

  “Gon’ right on in, Miss Lady. The wristband gets you access to the V.I.P. area. Enjoy ya’ self.”

  “Thank you so much.”

  It’d been a while since she last stepped out. Her strawberry, Rice Krispy treat edible was taking it’s good ole’ time to kick in, so the blunt she faced during her ten-minute commute had her feeling pretty wavy as she entered the establishment.

  The place was packed.

  More niggas were in attendance than she’d expected, but then again, a fashion show was the perfect spot to get on a bad bitch.

  There were plenty in the house to go ‘round.

  Eris finally made her way over to the V.I.P. section after side-stepping through the rather large crowd. The wristbands were color-coordinated, so the bouncers knew which direction to escort each attendee.

  She’d worn the first maroon-colored bracelet that he’d seen all night. Aside from the models and other staff members that consisted of the E. Binx glam squad, no one else had come along with Emery. Off rip, he knew the mocha-skinned, curvaceous beauty was someone special.

  “All the way down to the end of the section, ma. She should be out soon.”

  Heads turned as Eris strutted her way across the open walkway that divided the section from the stage. She was the shit, and she knew it. A cute little bottle girl had just sat a bottle of Dom Perignon, some champagne flutes, an ice bucket, wet wipes, and a platter of wings with freshly chopped fruit down on the glass, circular table when she approached Emery’s booth.

  She felt like all eyes were on her the moment she removed her coat and fluffed out the barrel curls in her hair that she threw down on. The black Fashion Nova long sleeve catsuit with a low dip in the back, exposing the large Japanese characters that aligned her spine, was phenomena
l on her frame. Her custom spandex had that gut in, that waist snatched, and that fluffy booty sitting up just right. The maroon-colored Christian Louboutin So Kate patent heel pumps set her look off just right.

  They were a gift from Brendan’s father from Christmas. He often did little shit like that to show his “appreciation.” Hell, she ‘bout passed out when she exited the shower tonight and saw the $1500 Cash App deposit from him.

  For being a dope ass BM was the note attached.

  Nine times out of ten, Eris was sure that his cute little twenty-three-year-old wife was unaware of his generosity, but that was all on Royce, and who was she to stop him?

  The Tiffany & Co tennis bracelet set was simple yet screamed chic, paired along with large silver hoops and the metallic Michael Kors bag that she wore.

  Some new Gucci fragrance was rolled on behind her ears, along her cleavage, and on her wrists. She loved homemade essential oils.

  It might’ve been called Bamboo, but whatever the case might be, the shit smelled good, which meant that she smelled twice as better.

  The DJ had a funky mix playing in rotation.

  Eris bobbed her head to the beat of that “Middle Child” by my nigga J. Cole serenading out the speakers. His voice got her panties wet on cue—with his scruffy looking ass.

  She was leaning over, fixing herself a glass of champagne when she felt the tips of some long acrylic nails slowly crawling up her spine. A smile covered her face the moment she locked eyes with Emery.

  She was so beautiful.

  In the same motion, her heart rate spiked, her tummy dropped, the clit between her legs thumped with profusion, and a pack of butterflies were surging through her bloodstream.

  When they exchanged numbers back at Nordstrom, Emery couldn’t leave without inviting her to the show. She had a flight in the morning at 7 A.M. and wanted to spend a little more time with her new beaux prior to her departure.

  “Shit, girl! You fine as fuck! I love me a bitch that can do both!” Emery admired with a bright smile as she stood on her tip-toes and curled her arms around Eris’ neck.

  The notion felt habitual when Eris wrapped her free arm around Em’s tiny waist and hugged her back. It felt like they were the only two people in the room present despite the fact that there was a full house tonight. St. Louis was small as hell, and if there wasn’t anyone there that she’d known personally, then Eris was sure that someone with a mutual friend was definitely in the building.

  It was one of the biggest “perks” being from a nanoscopic city.

  But none of that seemed to matter right now. Eris didn’t know why she was so fucking drawn to this woman. This was all new for her. It was the norm when a nigga invited you out to chill with him and his crew at the club. Well, not normal for Eris per se because no nigga walking this earth had ever! Royce was just now treating her like the good woman she really was, but to experience this with a…woman was fucking exciting!

  She honestly felt special.

  “Thanks, cutie. You look…” Eris pulled back and admired Em’s curves/ensemble with the shake of her head. “Fucking—amazing, girl,” was all she could get out while sipping her drink.

  Emery admired that: the twinkle in Eri’s brown irises as she continued to look her over.

  You would’ve never guessed that they’d met just a few hours ago in a department store. Their attraction came as natural as day and night.

  “Why, thank you. You were right about miss-matching the lingerie, love. I’ve been getting compliments all night,” Emery expressed.

  “You would’ve gotten them regardless, but I’m always here to help.”

  Eri was too smooth with the way she winked and tipped her glass at the finest woman in the room. Em’s heart fluttered.

  “And I appreciate you. Honest. Everything is on me. If you prefer something else to drink, just flag the bottle girl down. It’s all kind of shit on the menu. Actually— Aye, li’l mama. Come here.”

  Eris was still standing there with her arm around Emery’s waist, smiling at the girl who was walking towards them.

  “Hey. How can I help y’all?”

  “This is Eris. She’s with me. Keep her food hot and the drinks in rotation. Her glass should never be more than half-empty. You want something harder to drink, mama?”

  Eris briefly thought it over before saying, “A jolly rancher smash cocktail but with Coconut Lime 1800 instead of Tito’s, please.”

  “I got you. Anything else, ladies?”

  “Some fries and blue cheese too,” Em replied while biting into a buffalo wing.

  Her stomach was growling, and one thing she was not afraid to do was eat in front of anybody at any place. Like hell she’d starve herself tryna be cute. That shit was lame.

  “Ooooh, they fried these just right. You go ahead and get yourself comfortable, mama. I’mma get this show on the roll so I can hurry back. You okay?”

  Eris nodded her head as she took a seat along the booth.

  “I am good, love. Go do your thing. I’ll be recording.”

  A chill ran down her spine when Emery leaned over and kissed her. And chile, in front of everybody.

  This is gonna escalate quickly.

  And she wasn’t talking about hooking up with Emery. She was speaking on the world finding out that she liked women, and that was going to be a barrel to get over…

  Ms. Donatella was a natural for the stage.

  The flawlessly cut bob she rocked was flowing like mesmerizing ripples of pure silk each time she threw her head, those hips were swaying, and her makeup was superlative against the purple and red LED lights ricocheting in the background. The sass and edge on her tongue, vocally sounding like Yung Miami herself, had Eris squirming in her seat as she recorded the show.

  Her Snap was pretty private: family and nosy muthafucka free. So after three Jolly Rancher cocktails, that were concocted with a high ratio of alcohol, she found herself zooming in on her girl’s backside each time she pranced the stage with the mic up to her lips.

  “Bitch, now I know.”

  Eris looked up from her phone, immediately recognizing the voice that pierced her ears.

  “Hey, boo! It’s about time yo’ ass showed up!”

  Paris smiled when his best friend wrapped her arms around his neck once she stood to her feet.

  “Nah, the question is, what the fuck you doing here looking all fine and shit in the E. Binx section? Since when you rocking with celebrities, and when the fuck was you gon’ tell me that you was fucking Emery Donatella? I’mma slap yo’ ass, for real.”

  Eris playfully pushed him in the chest while laughing his little third degree off. This man was a mess. His velvety smooth, milk chocolate hue, muscular, six-foot frame, and trippy swag reminded her of Milan Christopher. I mean, down to a “T.” He even had the beard and rocking a backwards snap-back down pat. The black and nude, snake-print jogger set that he paired with a leather cap and corresponding, low-top Chuck Taylors was shitting on hoes. Add his perfect white smile and gold chains to the mix, he was the flyest nigga in the building.

  “Why you so damn extra, P?” she giggled as he held onto her by the nape of her back.

  “Don’t start that shit, E. You know I’m serious. Had I known you was coming for real, for real, we could’ve rode together, but you fake like that. You know you always backing out of something at the last minute.”

  “‘Cause that’s where I’mma stop you. I called you three times, and I sent your ass a text message.”

  With a turned-up lip, Paris scrolled through his iPhone and felt dumb as hell because it was true.

  “I must’ve been getting my dick sucked or some shit. You know I don’t never miss yo’ calls.”

  “Mmm hmm. Now ya’ tone dun’ changed.”

  “Bitch, shut up.”

  They shared a laugh in the midst of him kissing her on the cheek.

  “Eris? Girl, I thought that was you. Wassup, sexy baby? You wearing that catsuit tonight, honey.”


  “Thanks, boo!”

  She French kissed P’s boyfriend, Bali, as they embraced. Bali was a designer also, and all of the cross-dressers stayed copping his new shit. He designed clothes for both males and females.

  “Alright, now. It’s a party over here. That’s what the fuck I’m talking about.”

  Eris’ orbs traveled to Emery as she opened the rope that divided the stage from the booths. Holding her hand out for support, she held onto her boo as she helped Em descend the miniature staircase.

  “Girl, you know this mug just getting started,” Bali smacked his lips while blowing air kisses towards Ms. Donatella.

  “How are you, baby?” Emery smiled at him. She grabbed the glass of champagne that Eris poured for her and easily knocked half of it off. She was parched after going in on the microphone nonstop.

  “I’m good, boo. Since when you been dating my man’s best friend? He came over here, ready to knock a bitch out over this one.”

  “Oh, so you not gon’ let me have her, best friend?” Emery teased as she took a seat in Eris’ lap.

  “It look like you already got ‘er, ma. I ain’t mad at you. That’s a bad ass bitch right there. I’m Paris, by the way, since E’s rude ass can’t introduce us.”

  “Boy, fuck you! I was getting ready to, but I didn’t wanna interrupt their conversation!” Eris giggled.

  Her bestie could tell that she was good and loose. Her face didn’t contort the moment Emery put that big, ghetto booty in her lap, nor when she put an arm around her shoulders and kissed her lips either. She was as free as a bird, and he was proud of her courage. Paris always had a feeling she swung that way, but he also knew that she wouldn’t mentally accept it either had he brought it up when they first met.

  That was four years ago when he first started college.

  All drinks aside though, he knew a conversation with sober Eris was desperately needed. Paris just wanted to see where her head was at. From there, he’d be able to tell what they needed to discuss. P loved his Er-Bear, as he called her. She was the sweetest, most attitudinal bitch he’d ever met and would kill a muthafucka for even thinking about hurting her. And Emery’s ass would make it to that list too if her intentions weren’t pure. Blue check or not, she could still get her ass beat.