by Dee Dawning
I pulled her into an embrace. "All right. I'm sure there are stores here that sell bathing suits. I'll take you to lunch at a great Mexican restaurant and then I'll buy you a new bikini."
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The weather was sunny with temperatures in the seventies, so I asked Danny if we could sit outside. They seated us at a table for two on the balcony, which had a lovely view of Lake Gregory. When the waiter came with chips and salsa, Danny ordered a pitcher of frozen margaritas. I dipped a chip and took a bite. "Mmm. Good."
He did the same and nodded. "Yes, they have good food. The restaurant wasn't built yet, the last time you were here."
When the waiter returned with our margaritas, Danny ordered a chimichanga with beans and I ordered a taco salad. Danny filled our salt rimmed glasses then proposed a toast. "To the most glamorous, beautiful, and now I find out, the sexiest woman I know."
His toast made me laugh, but it also soothed the sting of what Lamar had done. As long as Danny was around, I seemed to keep what he'd done in the back of my mind. I took his hand and held it. "Now, I wish we were back in bed."
He chuckled. "I never stop wishing that. Don't worry. We'll be back soon enough, making hot passionate love."
I raised his hand to my lips and kissed his knuckles. "Umm, I can't wait."
"Do you remember when you were here before? There was nary a boat in the water and you swam across the lake and back four times. I was amazed."
I laughed. "Sure I remember. It wasn't that far across. I doubt if I swam even a mile." I kissed his knuckles again. "You did good. You kept up with me for two times across and back."
"Well, I measured the distance. It was seven hundred feet across, and seven hundred feet times eight is fifty-six hundred feet. Over a mile. Could you do it again?"
"I doubt it. Don't forget I was on the swim team and in training. We used to swim a mile every day. Besides, I don't want to squander my strength on unimportant things when so much fun awaits me in the bedroom of your cabin."
He extended his index finger and chuckled. "Good point."
When our food arrived, I enjoyed some of the best Mexican food I'd ever had.
A block away from the cantina, at the swimming area, I found a bathing suit in the Beach Shop. We waded into the water and Danny wanted me to swim across the lake, so I did one time—across and back. I could have swum more, but I was saving my energy for lascivious pursuits. Afterward we played around, splashing and dunking each other, but the water was uncomfortably cool, so we got out and warmed up in the sun.
After stopping at the local market to pick up some things for dinner, we went back to the cabin. Carrying two paper bags full of groceries, I looked over the cabin. The large open living area had an open kitchen at one end, with a rectangular dining room table dividing the living room from the kitchen just as it had the first time I'd been here. And if I remembered right, beside the master bedroom, two other bedrooms and one other bath were located, down the short hall.
After we put the groceries away, I led Danny into the bedroom. Standing beside the bed, I lifted the hem of his tee shirt up a few inches. He got the idea and pulled the shirt over his head while I loosened his swimming trunks and dragged them to the floor and off his feet. Squatting, I stared at Danny's flaccid cock. I longed to taste his sexy cock. I wondered how long it would take to get him from soft to hard. My fingers reached around him at the base and my mouth eased toward the head of his shaft.
Shaking his head, Danny reached under my arms and raised me up so I stood before him. "Nuh-uh. It's my turn to dine on you." He slid the swimming suit cover-up off my shoulders and off. He made short work of my suit and flung it.
I quivered with anticipation as he lifted me to the edge of the bed. A hunger spread through me and coated my pussy in slick, wet juices. Tweaking a nipple, he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. As I gazed up at him longingly through blinking lashes, his tongue slipped between my closed lips. With a sigh, I parted them. My fingers raked through his mane as his moist tongue slipped past my ivory barrier and mingled with my tongue. Tasting, exploring, reveling in excitement his tongue promised, desire overtook me.
He pulled away. "Lie back."
He placed my feet on the edge of the bed and spread my legs. "Don't move, I want to get something."
I rose up on my elbows. The edgy need between my legs grew stronger as I waited, wondering what he was doing.
I grinned when he returned seconds later with a smile and a spout topped container of chocolate syrup. "This could get a little messy. I hope you don't mind. I like a little flavoring with my pussy."
I giggled. "It's your sheets."
He shrugged and chuckled. "It's your pussy."
I raised an eyebrow. "Do I get to put chocolate syrup on you?"
"Sure, blueberry if you prefer."
I rubbed my tummy. "Mmm, a blueberry chocolate cocksicle over vanilla ice cream."
He reclined beside me and poured syrup on my far nipple. Coolness hardened the nipple, but when his warm lips and mouth smothered and sucked on my nub like a vacuum cleaner, it got really hard. I'd barely recovered from the erotic buzzing that went straight to my pussy when he did the same thing to my other nipple. I gasped and my heart quickened as I could feel the pulling of his mouth in my clit and even down to my toes.
With both nipples now hard, he squeezed a meandering trail of liquid chocolate from between my breasts, down to my mound. I shivered at the thought of his silky tongue lapping the path of Hershey's over my ribs, belly button and abdomen clear down to my heated, wet pussy. My head flopped back onto the bed. I closed my eyes. My pulse raced as his swirling tongue left a trail of chocolate and saliva from my breasts to my cleft. I began to shake and my breathing stalled, becoming a series of short gasps as his tongue drew ever closer to his target.
I rose up on my elbows to watch when he moved between my legs at the nexus of my sex. He spread the syrup over my clitoral hood, my inner folds and even into my well. My heart thumped in my chest and the blood rushed through my clitoris. Danny set the syrup aside and I held my breath.
Danny grinned and wiggled his sensual tongue above my clit. Bristling with need, I swallowed, wondering whether the minute his marvelous tongue touched my sensitive bundle of nerves, I would shatter.
But he didn't start with my bud. Instead, he spread my sex, his fingers peeling away the folds for better access, and like cooling salve, his wet tongue dove deeply into my needy recess. Tremors cascaded through me, with each divine lick. "Oh God," I gasped and squirmed as wave upon wave of pleasure strands careened through me to the sentinels of my mind.
"I love chocolate flavored cunt."
His use of the word cunt threw me, but sounded sexy. "Have you eaten chocolate flavored cunt before?"
"Only yours, but I love it."
Good.
After reaming the walls of my channel, his clever tongue laved its way up the short distance to my throbbing love button. Each nerve rattling lick, called forth a tiny noise from deep within my throat. He wrapped his lips around my clitoral hood, sucking on it and tonguing my super sensitive nub. Shaking like a California earthquake, I groaned as sinful pleasure pulses shot out to the extremities of my body. As he drove me crazy, I looped my legs around his back and crossed my ankles. Then I reeled his mouth in tight, firmer against my pulsating clit.
Every nerve in my body was edged, primed for a glorious orgasm, and when Danny shoved fingers in me—I don't know how many— it came. "Oh God, Danny. That feels so good. Oh Jesus. Here I come, oh sweets. It's a killer."
Indescribable sensations rippled through my body, and I rapidly lost control as the intensity built within me. My entire body quaked as my sex convulsed around his tongue, and a surge of unrelenting pulses slammed through me. I grabbed clumps of his long blond mane, pulling him closer, directing him, as the waves of ecstasy lapped against my mind like the immutable tide. Shivering and shaking, I hoisted my hips and arched my back to get every tiny bit o
f erotic oral pleasure I could.
He continued to oralize me until the last tremor had deserted and I'd calmed. "How was it?"
I tugged his hand. "Wonderful. Come up and hug me."
He slid up beside me and kissed me. His tongue tasted of chocolate and pussy juice. I liked it. He leaned a couple pillows against the headboard and sat up.
He patted the mattress for me to join him. "Come up here. I want to talk to you about something."
I sat up next to him as close as I could, and took his hand in mine.
His eyes and face grew serious. He rotated the hand I held and soon my hand was in his. He rubbed my palm with his thumb. "Baby, remember this name. Letta Storm. Look her up in the phone book. I want you to go see her when we get back."
My brows dipped. "Who's she?"
"If you're smart, she'll be your divorce lawyer. She only takes women and she's part piranha. If Lamar has the least little vulnerability, she'll skin him to the bone. I have a hunch she'd love to sink her teeth into the plastic surgeon of the stars. She's expensive, but she's worth every nickel. She works strictly by referral, so please don't tell her you got her name from me. Make something up. Representing your husband, I could get in trouble for giving you her name. Will you do it?"
I nodded. "If you think it's best."
"It is, believe me. Now, what do want to do?"
I grinned. "You need to ask?"
We made love again. Then after Danny cooked a fabulous fried chicken dinner, we made love twice more.
Early Monday morning we made love, and after the most wonderful weekend of my life, we headed home. I'd lost track of how many times we made love. It must have been a dozen, but I do remember I had thirteen lucky climaxes, more than I ever had in such a short period.
On the way home, I stared out the window, but I was too busy thinking to pay attention to the scenery. If I wasn't already in love with Danny, I was close to falling in love with him. He gave me no reason to doubt his sincerity, in fact just the opposite; he gave me every reason to trust him. Nevertheless, what had happened with Lamar—my blindness to his infidelity—shook me up. As I had several times since that fateful day, I wondered if I was a poor judge of character.
I could be so happy with Danny, it scared me. Is Danny sincerely interested in me or is he just out for a good time and a taste of brown sugar? It was possible he was even collecting on some perceived debt, getting even from when I wouldn't go out with him.
I pursed my lips. Then there was my parents—the reason I wouldn't go out with him in the first place. Going out with Danny was against everything they'd instilled in me. Especially, my mother. I love my mother, but she has to realize not all white men are evil because my white grandfather deserted my grandmother and her when she was six. Look what Lamar just did to me. Wasn't that worse that going out for a pack of cigarettes and never coming back?
"What're you thinking?"
"Oh nothing. Danny, if we were to get serious—"
He frowned at me. "I am serious."
I took a deep breath. "I know, I mean really serious—like living together or possibly marriage—"
"Baby, I'm that serious already. What is it you want to know?"
"Your parents. Would they approve?"
He shrugged. "I think they would. They seem to care what's inside a person more than what's outside. But even if they thought I'd lost my mind, I wouldn't care. You're that important to me."
Then you shall be that important to me.
Chapter Five – Settling In
First thing Monday morning, I looked for Letta Storm in the phone book, but couldn't find her. I thought about calling Danny, but decided to try information first. To my surprise, the phone company computerized voice read off a number and said, "I will connect you now."
The phone rang six times, then I received a recording. "Hello, this is Letta Storm, Attorney at Law. Even though this phone is supposedly secure, I do not return phone calls from it. Please leave your name, reason for calling, an email address and I will respond within twenty-four hours."
What a strange way to run a law firm. When the recording signaled, I left my name, reason for calling and email address. Following my recent routine, I fixed a cup of coffee and ate a bowl of Go Lean with berries, while reading the morning LA Times. Afterward, I threw on the new bikini and cover-up my dreamboat lover had bought me, grabbed a towel, my e-reader, a thermos of iced tea, and headed to the community center pool.
At home, I'd swum fifty laps every morning then relaxed on a chaise lounge and read. Since this pool was a hundred feet long versus forty feet, I swam twenty laps, before relaxing. I finished the book around lunch time and headed back to my condo. I fixed myself a BLT sandwich and turned on my laptop while I ate, hoping the mysterious Letta Storm returned my call. After clicking on my email, I was surprised to see Letta had indeed answered my inquiry.
Mrs. Lila Patterson,
Before I agree to represent you, I must perform a preliminary check on you.
Please furnish your full name, date of birth and social security number, last school you attended and the grade you attained. If you will, I also would like the same information on your estranged husband plus his title/occupation and the name of the attorney representing him.
Thank you, upon receipt of this information, if I am interested in representing you, you will hear from me within forty-eight hours. If you do not hear from me within that time, I suggest you look for another attorney.
Regards, L
I typed the information on a return email and sent it off, wondering if I'd ever hear from the enigmatic attorney again. Scrolling down my emails, I saw Danny had sent me one about an hour before Letta's. I opened it immediately.
Hi gorgeous,
It's only been twenty hours since I saw you last and already I miss you. I hope our weekend together was as memorable to you as it was for me. I will cherish our time together forever.
I'm just sick that I had previous plans that I couldn't reschedule and can't see you tonight, but at least I'll get to see you tomorrow night, when you cook dinner for me. I'll bet you're a great little cook.
You may find it interesting that Lamar called me today inquiring as to your health and state of mind. I'll tell you all about it tomorrow night.
With great affection, Danny
PS. Don't forget to call Letta Storm.
I leaned back and closed my eyes, savoring every minute of our time together and cursing my stupidity for wasting nine precious years on a philanderer, who used me to get through medical school. Yes, I thought I loved Lamar, but he'd made it so easy to turn that love into hate—if I ever loved him at all. Was Lamar my rebound? After my rejection of Danny, did I purposely go out and find a so-called acceptable mate—someone black, my parents would accept?
My cell phone rang. "Hello Cami."
"Finally, you answer your phone."
"What do you mean?"
"I called you all weekend. Didn't you get the messages I left."
I winced. I hadn't checked my messages since Friday. "No sorry, I was up in the mountains all weekend. I guess my phone can't get a signal up there and I forgot to check my messages."
"Up in the mountains? What were you doing…never mind. The reason I was so intent on reaching you, was I wanted you to confirm a rumor that's floating around."
"Which is?"
"That you moved out of your home in Los Feliz."
I wondered where she'd heard that. "It's true. What are you doing tonight?"
"Nothing, why?"
"I feel like company and Chinese take-out. If you pick some up and come over to my old condo, I'll tell you everything."
"You got yourself a deal sista. Give me an hour."
When Cami walked in, her hands were full, so I hugged her and took the bag. "Mmm. Smells divine." Heading to the kitchen, I asked, "What's in the other bag, hon?"
She followed me. "Oh, a couple bottles of smooshed grapes. I couldn't decide whether red o
r white goes better with Chinese, so I grabbed one of each."
I opened the bag and removed quarts of lemon chicken, chicken with broccoli, house fried rice, pork foo yung and two pints of steamed rice. After placing the white wine in an ice bucket and setting the dining room table, we each fixed a plate and took a seat at the table.
Cami poured the red Bolla Bardolino in both our glasses. "All I need now is an ashtray and I'm all set."
"I'll get you an ashtray after we finish eating. I wish you would quit."
"Doll, we've been over this a hundred times. The minute I stop smoking I eat everything in sight. Even my cat's tasty treats aren't safe. You want me to weigh three hundred pounds?"
"Of course not. Forget I mentioned it."
We were quiet while we ate, but as soon as Cami finished, she lit a cigarette and I got her an ashtray, so she wouldn't use her dinner plate. "Okay, I want to hear everything."
I filled my wine glass and took a sip. "I will, but first tell me what you heard."
She rolled the wine around the glass and took a sip. "Just that some movers loaded some furniture, boxes and some women's clothing into a small moving van from your house and before they left you pulled up on the front lawn in your oversized SUV and caused a scene."
