Mr Taboo (Microwave Fiction - Hot Quick Done)

by Pollard, D T

  “Hi, Jonathan,” a young black woman about twenty four years old said as she came over and sat on his lap.

  “Sheneka this is Meagan, this is her first party,” Jonathan said as he introduced them.

  “I’m Sheneka, nice to meet you,” Sheneka said.

  Sheneka then turned and kissed Jonathan as deeply as she could as she ran her hand underneath the waist band of his trousers and caressed his penis. Meagan was shocked as she sat there witnessing the scene that was unfolding in front of her eyes. Sheneka was young, trim and had a body that was blessed with what only youth could provide. Sheneka’s long, lean legs met up with her buttocks that seemed overly ample for her overall size. Meagan drank in the body of this young black woman with a flat stomach and breasts slightly larger than her own modest bust line. Sheneka’s hair was cut in a short style and pressed close to her head.

  “I’ll see you later,” Sheneka said as she got off Jonathan’s lap and walked away wearing only a thong and heels. Meagan’s face was a flushed red color and Jonathan sensed her uneasiness. Meagan took another sip of wine.

  “What was that?” Meagan remarked.

  “Sheneka is an affectionate person,” Jonathan said.

  “I’m just not used to seeing someone do something like that in public,” Meagan said.

  “This isn’t in public, this is a private function. Come on, let me introduce you to some of my friends,” Jonathan said.

  Meagan followed Jonathan downstairs and she met an eclectic group of people ranging from real estate agents, retail clerks to professors. There was not an ethnic or financial profile that these people fit into except a desire to be more open with their choices and have fewer self imposed barriers. Meagan found some people she had quite a bit in common with and was surprised at how down to earth they were. After downing a few more drinks and partaking of various selections of food items, Meagan felt much more at ease. Meagan went back upstairs to seek out Jonathan and walked down a hallway. As Meagan walked past an open door she stopped transfixed in her tracks. A black woman was sitting with her naked back to the door as she was seated on the lap of a man with her legs folded under her thighs as she straddled him. Meagan could see the woman’s body undulating back and forth and the man placed his hands on her bare buttocks. Meagan walked in to the room. The sound of the breathing and moaning coming from the pair filled the space with sound. Meagan saw that it was Jonathan and Sheneka engaged in an intense sexual encounter. Jonathan motioned for Meagan to sit on the couch alongside them.

  Caught somewhere between fascination and shock Meagan sat down. For the first time in her life Meagan watched two people have sex right before her eyes. Meagan was entranced by the contrast of Sheneka’a slighter lighter skin tone against Jonathan’s darker color. Sheneka looked at Meagan with her eyes half open and smiled at her with a look of bliss. With perspiration coating her skin, Sheneka’s breathing became rapid and her body suddenly tensed. A slender frame displayed Sheneka’s abdominal muscles as she thrust her hips forward into Jonathan in an attempt to take him in as deeply as possible. Jonathan also pulled Sheneka to his body with his muscular arms. Meagan looked at the area where Sheneka and Jonathan’s bodies joined together and could feel her own juices flowing.

  “Oh shit!” Sheneka uttered in response to the physical reaction her body was experiencing.

  Meagan was having a physical experience of her own as she could see, smell and feel the intensity of this intimate explosion. Meagan stood to leave, but Sheneka reached out and grabbed her hand while she was still in the midst of her orgasm. Meagan didn’t quite know how to react as Sheneka squeezed her hand and slowly relaxed her grip as she came down from her peak. In some sense Meagan was able to experience the climax of another woman for the first time. Sheneka released Meagan’s hand and she quickly walked to the end of the hallway before exiting out onto a balcony to get some fresh air.

  Ten minutes later, Jonathan joined Meagan on the balcony and took a seat in a chair.

  “Is that what it takes to continue to come to your parties?” Meagan asked.

  “No, not at all. Sheneka enjoys that kind of physical interaction, some women don’t. No one forces anyone to do anything they don’t want to do. This kind of environment may not be for you. If you decide that this is your only visit, I’ll completely understand. You don’t have any ties to me,” Jonathan said.

  “I know. It’s just that after talking to some of the people here tonight, they seem to have moved past some things that they thought were holding them back. Do you ever just talk to someone without everyone else around?” Meagan asked.

  “Well, I’m not a shrink, but what days do you have off next?” Jonathan asked.

  “I’m on a five day vacation next week?” Meagan said.

  “Why don’t you come over Tuesday at nine in the morning? I have a flight to New York for a brief meeting. We can talk on the way, I have an extra seat on the private jet,” Jonathan said.

  “You own your own jet?” Meagan quizzed.

  “Oh no, that would be a tremendous waste of money. I don’t fly enough for that. I lease a certain amount of flights per year with one of those private jet fractional ownership programs. It’s kind of like a jet time share,” Jonathan said.

  “How long will you be there?” Meagan asked.

  “I fly in Tuesday and fly back Wednesday night,” Jonathan said.

  “Where would I sleep?” Meagan asked.

  “I have a two bedroom suite reserved close to Broadway. There’s plenty of room. Here’s my number, let me know by Monday,” Jonathan said.

  “I’ll think about it, but I’ve got to go home now, my head is just spinning,” Meagan said with her southern twang.

  Meagan left the party. As Meagan exited, Sheneka saw her and waved goodbye. Meagan drove home and her mind was fixated on what she saw up close that night. While Sheneka’s reaction during sex was interesting, it was what delivered the pleasure to her that played on a loop in Meagan’s head.

  Meagan wrestled with her emotions and almost played it safe again, but she called Jonathan the next day and agreed to fly to New York with him on Tuesday.

  3

  Meagan met Jonathan at eight-thirty in the morning, thirty minutes later she poured her body into the passenger seat of his black Ferrari. It was early in the day, but it was still warm enough to drive with an open top. Meagan wore her designer sunglasses and Jonathan had a pair of silver framed wrap-around sunglasses to help block the glare from the early morning sun as they made their way to the airport. Glances from other drivers were abundant whenever traffic slowed. Meagan speculated about the curiosity other drivers had about the occupants of the vehicle. Some were probably wondering if Jonathan was a professional athlete with one of the local teams and if she was his girlfriend or wife.

  Finally they arrived at the airport and were led out to the private jet. After they were seated and the aircraft took off, Meagan realized how few people actually got to experience what she had in the span of an hour. The other sensation Meagan felt was the seductive power of exclusivity and it was having an effect on her sensibilities.

  “We have about three and a half hours before we land. What do you want to discuss?” Jonathan asked.

  “I was raised in a very restrictive environment and it took me a long time to even reach out to people that were different than I was. My high school even had separate proms for black students and white students, which only changed a few years ago. I have overcome a lot of that, but I think it has hurt me in getting ahead. Sometimes I see a black or Hispanic person in a prominent position and think they got there because of some type of quota program or that somebody else was passed over that should have had the job. I hate to admit that I’ve even made comments to others about it. My current regional boss is a black woman four years younger than I am. I thought she got the job because she was a double minority and it looked good for the company. After I met her, it turned out she was a brilliant and capable person that deserved
the position. I guess what I’m trying to say is, I need to become more comfortable around people from other races and cultures. I’ve always stuck to my safe little corner filled with my own kind. That’s one reason I came to your party,” Meagan said.

  “That’s a big thing to admit about yourself. I had the same feelings and grew up in a small town, but here’s the difference and it’s kind of a power versus powerless point of view. My folks, especially my dad didn’t care for white people, but he couldn’t show it because that was where all of the jobs were. There were a few small family owned black businesses, but most of them failed after integration, but the majority of jobs for black folks were in bigger businesses owned by white men. The factories, sawmills and construction companies were white owned, so people in the black community had to adapt to being around whites to survive. Many whites didn’t have to adapt if they didn’t want to deal with people other than themselves because they were the boss. Things have changed to a great extent in the corporate world as you are experiencing with people from all racial backgrounds holding positions of power. What can I do to help you with this issue,” Jonathan said.

  “I figured if I became comfortable being around you, not just in a business setting, but on a casual basis, it would translate over into my everyday life,” Meagan said.

  “Why me, I mean we just drove to an airport in a Ferrari and are flying on a business jet? I don’t think I’m the typical black person. Some of my own folks tell me I’m whiter than most white people they know. Why not hang out in the hood or hit some of the black clubs?” Jonathan asked.

  “You invited me to your party, that’s why,” Meagan said.

  “You mean brothers aren’t in your store all the time inviting you to parties or trying to get your digits,” Jonathan said.

  “Very funny, no, not that many brothers come into that store. I could almost count them on one hand. I know I probably sound ridiculous, but I‘m really serious about this,” Meagan said.

  “What about the other items you had a problem with. The sexual red lines you wouldn’t cross with your husband. Do you want me to help you with those?” Jonathan asked.

  “You mean like you helped Sheneka, I thought that was optional,” Meagan said.

  “It is optional, your option,” Jonathan said.

  Meagan simply looked at Jonathan as she took a sip of wine.

  “What kind of business are you doing in New York?” Meagan asked.

  “I’m listening to an investment pitch, but I wanted to see these folks in person so I can check out their body language to see if they are legitimate. That should take a couple of hours. We can check into the hotel first and I’ll take a taxi to the meeting. I’ve got tickets to a Broadway show we can go to tonight and I made dinner reservations for after the show,” Jonathan said.

  “I didn’t know we would be doing all of that!” Meagan said.

  “Hey, we’re going to New York. We’re not just going to sit in a hotel room. Let’s have some fun,” Jonathan said.

  “I’m not going to complain. I was planning to repaint a room before you invited me to come here,” Meagan said.

  “See how that works, you went from literally watching paint dry to Broadway. That’s what being with Taboo will do for you. Let’s drink to that,” Jonathan said as they took a drink of wine.

  “You know what, you’re a little crazy aren’t you?” Meagan said laughing.

  “I just like to have fun,” Jonathan said.

  After a couple more hours their aircraft landed in New York City and they took a taxi to the hotel. Meagan was impressed as this was a five star rated property and the suite was to die for. Jonathan told her to order whatever she wanted from room service while he was gone and to be ready to go to the Broadway play when he returned. This was new territory for Meagan and she never imagined staying in a room like this when she was growing up in Mississippi. Meagan’s father thought New York City was like Sodom and Gomorrah in the bible and considered everyone living there to be heathens.

  Meagan stretched out on the 1,500 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets on the bed in her room and turned on the flat screen plasma television monitor. Meagan then walked to the window and looked out over the vast metropolis of New York City. This city was teaming with people and that felt very different to Meagan. While she was viewing the activity on the street below her cell phone rang and it was her friend Tiffany calling from Dallas.

  “Hey, when do you want me to come over tomorrow to help you paint?” Tiffany asked.

  “Oh my, I should have called you. The painting project is off for now. I’m in New York City right now,” Meagan said.

  “New York City, what the hell are you doing there? You didn’t mention that to me,” Tiffany said.

  “It kind of just came up out of nowhere,” Meagan said.

  “Are you there with a man, because you’re sure trying to not tell me something?” Tiffany asked.

  “Well, yeah. It’s someone I met and he wanted somebody to keep him company on the trip. It’s not anything serious,” Meagan asked.

  “Is it anyone I would know?” Tiffany inquired.

  “I don’t think so,” Meagan replied.

  “Okay. I’ll go trim my hedges while you run around New York with your mystery man,” Tiffany replied.

  “Bye,” Meagan said as she hung up the phone.

  Tiffany was a friend Meagan met when she first moved to Dallas. Meagan felt a bit of guilt at feeling embarrassed about telling her who she was with in New York, after all she was enjoying this man’s generosity while desiring that no one in her immediate circle find out about it.

  Jonathan finally came back to the hotel just in time to leave and catch the show. They took a taxi to the play and Meagan was just following along as this was a completely new environment for her. New York was a mass of people moving about on the streets and it felt so much different than being in downtown Dallas because the pace was very much accelerated. After the show they went to dinner at an exclusive seafood restaurant and Meagan had some of the best sushi she had ever tasted and a generous amount of wine.

  “Well, did you have fun?” Jonathan asked when they walked back into the suite.

  “I had a blast. I’ve never been here before and it is so alive with all kinds of people everywhere,” Meagan said.

  “I always like to sit by the window and look out at the lights after dark. Look over there, that’s where the new 1 World Trade Center building and the National September 11 Memorial is located. The twin towers used to be there before the attack. Maybe we can go to the memorial tomorrow, I have a couple of passes that I reserved when I found out I was coming up here,” Jonathan said.

  “We’re that close to where that happened?” Meagan said.

  “Yeah, we’re that close,” Jonathan said.

  Meagan took a seat by the window after Jonathan pulled the loveseat that was in the room over to that area. Jonathan retrieved a bottle of wine he had ordered for the room out of the beverage cooler and poured two glasses before joining Meagan by the window.

  “A friend of mine called me while you were gone and I told her I was in New York, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell her who I was with. I feel bad about not being able to admit to her that I was here with a black man. Should I feel bad about that?” Meagan said.

  “I don’t know, you tell me,” Jonathan said.

  Meagan was an adult woman and knew situations like this often went in a certain direction, but this was different because she was with a man of a nature she never imagined being alone with in such a setting. Meagan could feel the tension in her body and mind as to what could come next. Jonathan put his wine glass down and leaned over and kissed Meagan on the lips. Meagan leaned away from him initially before she returned his kiss in kind.

  “Is that the first time your lips have touched the lips of a black man?” Jonathan asked.

  “Yes,” Meagan said with a whisper.

  “Lucky me, and they say there are no more vir
gins in the world,” Jonathan said as he kissed Meagan again and she responded vigorously.

  “This space between us on this chair is one of your lines that you have never crossed. I want you to come to me of your own free will across this small space and give yourself to me,” Jonathan said as Meagan moved towards him across her symbolic line.

  Jonathan kissed Meagan with an urgent purpose and she was just as passionate with her reaction. Jonathan’s lips began a slow migration from Meagan’s mouth to her neck as he unbuttoned her blouse and removed her bra. Breaths slipped from Meagan’s lungs at an ever quickening pace as Jonathan continued his southern journey and he stopped at her breasts in order to lavish an extra amount of attention to each one. Meagan had always been self conscious about her modest bust line, but Jonathan thought they were perfect and allowed him to cover less area more meticulously. Meagan was now writhing with pleasure shooting through her body. Jonathan made another stop at Meagan’s navel and found an additional spot of sensitivity. With his strong hands, Jonathan removed Meagan panties and skirt before zeroing in on his target of the center of her womanhood. Jonathan then shared a kiss with Meagan of a different kind. He felt her hands caress the back of his head as he applied his skilled tongue to exploring every millimeter he could in and around this woman’s feminine core.

  “That feels so good,” Meagan said as she sunk lower into the cushion of the chair to give Jonathan as much access as possible to her private area.

  “Meagan, you have such a pretty little pussy,” Jonathan said as he continued his exploration.

  Meagan was still facing the window in the darkened room and staring out at the lights of Manhattan as Jonathan Taboo finally looked up, kissed her and then she felt his manhood seeking entrance, before making passage into her very being. Meagan’s eyes widened as this trip seemed to last forever before he reached a stopping point. This is what Meagan couldn’t get out of her mind from the party as she watched him with Sheneka and now it was her turn.