Caramel Flava

by Zane

  A nervous feeling floated around my stomach as I looked through the various drawings of her and me. When I reached a particular drawing I did a few months ago, my cock began to harden just gazing at it.

  “This one,” I said, shyly pointing to the drawing I did after first seeing her in class. It was of her on top of me riding my cock.

  Without another word, she climbed out of bed and began to strip out of her clothes. First she pulled off her T-shirt and then her shorts. She had on a cotton candy pink bra with matching panties. Her hands went to her breasts, cupping them and pushing them together. Her fingers then reached for the button on the front of her bra and with one flick her bra came undone, her breasts and hard nipples falling into my view. She shrugged her bra off and tossed it away.

  Then she turned around and bent over, her round ass in the air. Slowly, she pulled down her panties to her ankles, exposing her bare ass. She shook her ass from side to side before standing up and facing me.

  My mouth watered as my eyes drank in her naked body for the first time. Her skin was a beautiful caramel color, her breasts were full, and I noticed her pussy was shaved clean. I took a deep breath when I saw her climb on top of me and hover over my hard cock. With her hand, she guided my cock inside her and I groaned, feeling her tight wetness slide down.

  Jacelia held my gaze with her eyes, her dark brown eyes burning with desire. She began to gyrate her hips in a circular fashion; her wet pussy felt so good squeezing all around my cock.

  She placed her hands onto my chest and slowly her pussy began to slide up and down.

  My hands went up and fondled her breasts as she was riding my cock. Her breasts were so soft and perky. When I began twisting her nipples, her moans grew louder, which made my cock even harder.

  I couldn’t handle the slow pace anymore and my hips began to thrust upward, creating a more delicious friction. Our bodies soon began to collide faster. Throwing my head back in pleasure, I let my body absorb all the amazing feelings running through me. All I could hear was the sweet moans she was making and the creak of the bedsprings. Deeper and deeper my cock went into her tight wet pussy.

  My orgasm was fast approaching and just when I about to cum, she stopped. I opened my eyes and saw her get off my cock. My cock felt so empty without her pussy on it. She moved to the space next to me and got on all fours.

  “Come on and fuck me doggie-style like in your drawing,” she commanded.

  Immediately, I got off my back and went behind her to position myself. My heart was racing as I parted her ass cheeks and gazed at her glistening pussy. It fluffed my ego to know that she was wet because of me. Holding my throbbing cock in my hand, I inserted myself into her. Her tight pussy walls contracted all around me and I couldn’t take it anymore. I began pounding into her like there was no tomorrow. My body just slammed into her, our skin slapping together.

  Jacelia reached out with her hands to her headboard and used that as leverage to meet my thrusts. She started to let out a string of words in Spanish that I had no idea what they meant but it was arousing to hear.

  In and out my cock went. With each thrust, I was close to the edge. Our fucking was so intense that I couldn’t hold back anymore. My balls were churning, and I could feel the cum burning in my cock, desperately wanting to get out. I thrust and thrust until a tidal wave of pleasure crashed over me. I let out one last hard thrust and pulled her ass close as I began to shoot what felt like gallons of cum into her convulsing pussy.

  “Mmmm…yes, cum inside me. Fill my pussy up,” she moaned.

  My body felt so drained as I collapsed on top of her. After a few moments of silence, she pushed herself off my body. I turned onto my back and saw her pick up my sketchbook and flip through the pages.

  “This one is my favorite,” she said, pointing to the drawing I did a few months ago of her completely naked with my fingers in her pussy.

  “You want me to do that do you?” I asked.

  Jacelia nodded and lay back down, spreading her legs wide for me. I got between her legs and the smell of sex filled my nostrils. I slipped two of my fingers inside her drenching wet pussy and began to finger-fuck her. As I did that, she brought her hand down and began furiously rubbing her clit.

  My eyes were glued to her rubbing her clit and I had this craving to taste it. Licking my lips, I pushed her hand away, and placed my tongue over her throbbing clit. Her juices tasted so sweet and I started to suckle her clit hard. I could feel her hands weave through my hair as she pushed her clit onto my tongue.

  “Oh, si,” she moaned loudly as her hips started to go crazy.

  Her back arched high and I felt her pussy walls tighten over my fingers and her clit explode on my tongue. When she finished her climax, she pulled my hand out of her pussy and brought it to her lips. Her mouth sucked in my fingers as she hungrily licked her juices off.

  Taking my fingers out of her mouth, I smiled at her and leaned in for a passionate kiss.

  “That was fun,” she said after pulling away from the kiss.

  “Yeah, it was.”

  “How about you draw how I look after we’ve fucked?” she asked, immediately getting in a seductive pose.

  I picked up my sketchbook and went to get my pencil from my backpack. For a moment I stared at her lying contentedly on her pink bed. I began to draw her naked body, starting first with her perky breasts and then her pussy, which she had spread wide with her fingers. I felt my cock stir again as I drew. I tried to ignore my now rewakened cock but I simply couldn’t. I had to fuck her again. Dropping my sketchbook to the floor, I pounced on top of her and began to thrust inside her drenched pussy. She seemed surprised by my abruptness but that soon faded away as I heard her moan in pleasure.

  As I thrust into her I thought about how lucky I was. Who knew my drawings would end up becoming reality? Maybe next time I should start drawing being a rich and famous artist with Jacelia by my side supporting me.

  What Tomorrow Holds

  Lo que el mañana trae

  Zane

  DAY ONE

  Take Me to the Moon

  Joan Osborne’s rendition of the classic “I’ll Be Around” was blasting through my noise-cancelling earphones during my flight to Cancún. Technology can be such a blessing and a curse. It is a blessing because we get to experience things in our lifetime that our ancestors could not even fathom. It can be a curse when we get so caught up in machines and gadgets that we start talking to people exclusively through emails and instant messages. That was what my life had become. A fast-paced life in a microwave society. I had been so looking forward to spending New Year’s Eve in Cancún, with my lover. Yet there I was, on the plane alone; caught up in the massive collection of nearly three thousand songs on my iPod.

  When “I’ll Be Good to You” by The Brothers Johnson—the next in alphabetical order—came on, I was ready to start dancing in the aisle. That was my jam! I decided to simply wiggle in my seat. I didn’t want anyone to think I was a lunatic. In today’s age, with all the threats of terrorism, I could see some idiot trying to be a hero by slamming me to the ground in a WWF move. Then again, there was a sister sitting directly across from me in the first-class cabin taking her braids out. Artificial hair was flying everywhere. Good thing some meek man was occupying the seat beside her. If she had been sitting next to me flicking hair into my drink, without question there would have been serious drama.

  I did glare at her like she was crazy when she got up to go to the lavatory. Even with my headphones on, I was able to make out the words she stated flippantly in my direction: “I’m getting a head start so one of those Mexican women can hook a sister up with new braids!”

  I started to be sarcastic and ask if she planned to wash her hair on the plane also but, in all honesty, I could not have cared less about her or her hairdo. As long as it was not landing in my gin and tonic, I was straight. Still, I chuckled as I imagined her trying to bend over that tiny-ass sink and rinse it out. Since childhood, I had thi
s wild imagination. Often I would picture people in “sticky situations” who were simply going about their daily business. Once, when I was on the subway, I imagined the couple sitting across from me running from a serial killer on a dark mountain pass. An entire movie played out in my head by the time I reached my stop.

  Damn, why did “I’ll Make Love to You” by Boyz II Men have to be next? That was “our song.” Korey had played that very song the first time I crashed over at his place. He had gazed deeply into my eyes and serenaded me with major seduction. It was amazing what effect music can have on one’s soul. By the time “I’ll Miss You Most” by Gordon Chambers came on, I was practically in tears.

  I still found it difficult to accept that I would be at The Moon Palace in Cancún—highly celebrated as one of the most gorgeous resorts in the world—alone. It was an all-inclusive resort and Korey and I had split the cost of a package for two. The money was nonrefundable because it was New Year’s. I was not about to lose my half—fifteen hundred dollars—because he had chosen to act a fool. Ironically, the next song was “I’ll Never B Another Fool” by Chaka Khan. How apropos. I was determined to never be played again. Fuck men and the big dicks they rode in on!

  By the time we landed forty minutes later, “I’ve Got Love on My Mind” by Natalie Cole was playing. I certainly did not have love on my mind but lust was something different altogether. I was hot, horny, commitment-free and ready to explore new territory. I had never dated—or fucked—outside of my race but according to all my friends, dick is dick. If I had a quarter for every time I heard a man say pussy is pussy, I could have bought that new BMW featured in the airplane magazine.

  The Moon Palace was the closest resort to the Cancún airport so the ride was short. I was greeted with a warm towel to soothe me from the heat while I waited for the cab driver to get my bags out of the trunk. Once inside, they handed me a flute of chilled champagne when they checked me in.

  I had to be driven to my villa on a golf cart because no vehicles could access the secluded area of the resort. There were two large hotels on the property but I had opted for a cream-colored beautifully decorated villa on the golf course. The main draw was the villa’s massive Jacuzzi.

  “Korey, you fuckin’ idiot,” I said aloud. “This could’ve been the perfect vacation.”

  I called my Aunt Maxie to let her know that I had safely arrived. I planned to stay on the phone for only a couple of minutes. Aunt Maxie was a chronic worrywart. The tension in her voice almost got me all worked up. I tried to explain that even though I was in a private area, the entire resort had more than two thousand rooms, eleven restaurants, and at least a dozen swimming pools—there were plenty of people around. Aunt Maxie finally let me get off the phone when I said it was costing a grip. She made me promise to keep my door locked. Like duh?

  Aunt Maxie had been both mother and father to me since my real parents were killed in a freak accident before I entered the eighth grade. Their killer was a seven-year-old boy who thought the gun he had found under his father’s pillow was a toy. He took it to school with the idea of getting back at a classmate he was angry with. He yanked the gun from his backpack and went to blasting. My mother was his teacher and my father was there to bring her the lunch she had left at home that morning. He gunned them both down in a pool of blood. Talk about karma. I had often wondered if they had any premonitions that they would both die together; or even if they ever desired to. They had a strong love for each other; and for me. I got depressed for a few moments, thinking about yet another new year on earth without them. Then I decided to make the best out of the situation. Hell, I was in paradise!

  Lucky for me the resort offered twenty-four-hour room service—all included. I was too exhausted to venture out to one of the restaurants. Too exhausted and, without a doubt, too embarrassed. I was still wondering how I would play off the fact that a sexy, professional, educated sister like me would be in paradise alone for a week. And for New Year’s, on top of that. Surely, I would be the only one. People were traveling with their spouses, lovers, families or, at the very least, close friends. I would have to dine alone, lie out by the pool or beach alone. Shit! Sleep alone!

  I ordered a steak dinner, a club sandwich, soup and every single dessert on the menu. Once the waiter, who had to be old enough to be my great-grandfather, dropped off the four silver trays, it dawned on me that I was binging—something I hadn’t done in ages.

  Every man that I saw on the way here seemed fine as shit to me. Every damn one. The brother who carried my bags into the airport on his cart since you could not check bags curbside for international flights. The ticket agent. The male flight attendant working the first-class cabin on the plane. The man who assumed that I was gullible enough to agree to a time share presentation in exchange for reduced event tickets that were not reduced at all. He was an asshole but, hell, he was still fine. The guy who handed me the warm towel outside the cab. The cab driver was female and a female agent checked me in at the hotel, so they did not do anything for me. I have been and will always be all about outies and not innies. But the young man who drove me to the villa on the golf cart had these succulent ears that I wanted to suck on like corn on the cob. Now the damn hundred-ninety-year-old waiter made me want to jump his arthritic bones.

  I watched television while I ate to the point of nausea. I used to be bulimic and refused to go back there over my break-up with Korey. I loved Korey and I was convinced he loved me but the fact that we were both Virgos caused serious issues. We once looked up our compatibility on an astrology website. It said that since we were both so critical and determined by nature that we would fight for control over everything in the relationship. Truer words have never been spoken, or written, in that case. Every detail, big or small, led to arguments over who was right and who was wrong. The sex was off the chain, though. Virgos are very passionate people and Korey and I had grown to appreciate our strong sexual urges. Then the shit hit the fan. He cheated on me and even though I forgave him, he still had the nerve to dump me last-minute. He would come back to me; I was confident about that. I was also damn sure that I would never allow him back into my space again. I was going to do the damn thing all by myself.

  Victory always begins with me, so I broke out “the gadgets.” Some women never leave home without their favorite foundation, tube of lipstick or support bra. I never leave home without my favorite dildo, vibrator and set of ben wa balls.

  The Jacuzzi thing was going to work wonders. My “dildo of the month” was a pink nine-inch with a suction bottom. It was perfect for water play. I ran the water in the Jacuzzi and stripped off my clothes. There was nothing better than a long, hot bath after a long day. The plane ride had been top-notch but it was still tiring. I wanted to climb in, listen to some more jams on my iPod using my portable speaker set, cum a good two or three times and then hit the sack.

  I decided to back it up to the “B” songs and put on “Baby Come to Me” by Regina Belle; a classic. I climbed into the tub, placing a bottle of wine from the mini-bar beside me with a wineglass, and sank into the succulent water. My dildo was waiting patiently for me. I had suctioned it onto the bottom of the tub while I was running the water and watched intently as the water and bubbles covered it up until it disappeared altogether. Like an old familiar friend, it was right there and I slid my pussy right on top of it. I sat still as my body got used to it inside of me. Umm, that felt great!

  There is a lot to be said for dildos. With men, they are so determined to prove they can dig a woman’s back out that sometimes—when you merely want them to lie still with their dicks inside you—they still want to go all out and pump you like a tire. Dildos are well behaved and you can always have it your way. I started moving back and forth, up and down, on my “friend” and it was time to add some pressure to the mix. I hit the button for the jets; there was a short spurt and then nothing.

  “Don’t fucking do this to me!” I yelled out to no one. “Fuck!”

  N
ow I was mad. The one thing I had to look forward to had been taken away from me. That was totally unfair. Someone was going to pay for this.

  I climbed out the Jacuzzi, threw on the plush bathrobe they provided and called the front desk, demanding that they send someone to fix the Jacuzzi. I was relieved when someone knocked on my door less than five minutes later. I had to give it to them; that was great customer service. When I flung the door open, I did not know whether to scream or drop the robe.

  He had on a workman’s uniform and all I could think about was him doing some maintenance on my pipes.

  “Hola,” he said in the sexiest voice I had ever heard escape a man’s lips.

  “Hola right back at you,” I replied.

  “Cómo está usted, mi señora encantadora?”

  “Hmm, I understood the ‘how are you, lady’ but what does ‘encantadora’ mean?”

  “Encantadora means lovely,” he stated in perfect English.

  “Well, my Spanish is minimal but your English seems to be damn near better than mine so why don’t we stick with that?”

  He laughed, and his teeth were contrasted whitely against his smooth caramel skin and light brown eyes. He had wavy black hair that was brushed back to expose his chiseled features. His body was out of this world. He obviously had been doing major weight lifting.

  “English is cool with me.” He glanced at the Jacuzzi. “Having problems?”

  “Yes, I’m having temas. I mean, issues.”

  “We going back to Spanish?” he asked jokingly.

  “No, I couldn’t resist since I actually knew a word to fit in there.”

  This time we laughed together.

  “Let me take a look.”

  You can look at whatever the hell you want, I thought to myself.

  I sat down on the bed as I watched him analyze the situation.

  “Baby I’m Your Fiend” by Teena Marie was playing and I was damn sure craving some of what was across the room.