by Marcus Woods
Chapter 8
Poetic Justice
(Maxwell "Ascension" playing in the background)
Weeks after our "classic" sexual encounter, Lucy and I hook up for a date. I decided to take her to this urban poetry recital where I perform poetry on occasion in midtown Memphis. Poetry was a way for me to release my inner self. To bare my soul to issues that bothered me, intrigued me and downright pissed me off. Regardless of the poetic theme, I express myself in a manner where people can comprehend me. Tonight was one of those nights I had an intriguing subject matter to get off my chest.
"I see someone is dressed for the occasion," I uttered to Lucy with a sly grin. Licking my lips in awe of how beauteous she appears.
My eyes inspect Lucy body like a cavity search. Her black, natural curly cascaded to her shoulders. She had on a black silk dress in which revealed her well-toned back. Her black heels with gold-plated straps complimented her gold bangles. A sweet, sugary fragrance emits from Lucy's skin pores. Whatever the fragrance was, it made me want to savor her sweetness.
"Thank you, sir. You know I can't come out the house half-stepping. You're quite dapper yourself," she said while flashing her gorgeous 1000-watt smile.
I was wearing a black long-sleeved button down shirt with straight leg dark blue denim jeans with black penny loafers. The way Lucy dressed made me reevaluate my attire. I want to sprint home and get 'suited & booted.'
"Aw, this old thing I got on? I look alright. If I knew you would wear this, I would worn a suit."
"No. You look decent and dressed right for the occasion. Don't mind me. Sometimes, I like to dress up a little bit." She grabbed my hand and begins twirling around so I can analyze her bodily dimensions.
Our dialogue is infectious. It flows effortlessly. It's rare I meet a woman who is as witty as me. Lucy's vibe and energy is infectious. She is girlfriend material. Nonetheless, further research needs to be conducted. Physical attractiveness, a wonderful personality and superb sex can only take her so far. We need to spend quality time together. I don't see how some people can get in a relationship or even get married a few months upon meeting each other. I evaluate a woman like pro football scouts do college football players for the NFL Draft. I can't draft any woman to my team; especially, if she desires to be the only player.
We enter the venue and took a seat in a corner table a few feet from the poetry stage. The ambiance was smooth and mellow. Dim lights set the mood along with smooth jazz tunes. The crowd was a mix of people; the majority is black, along with a few Caucasians, Asians and Hispanics. The age range had to be between 25-40 years old.
A hostess came over to greet us. I ordered us a pair of Long Island Ice Teas. Lucy's light brown eyes gleam with delight. "So Mr. Poetry Man, are you going to be reciting any poetry tonight?" She put her soft, manicured hand on top of mine.
I reciprocated her enchanted stare. "Well Ms. Pink Dress, that's something you're gonna have to wait to find out."
"Ugh. I'm still Ms. Pink Dress even though I'm wearing a black dress tonight?" Lucy crosses her arms in a playful manner.
"Yes, you are. You will always be Ms. Pink Dress to me." I said while pinching her cheeks akin to what a mother would to do her small child. Her brown eyes widen as she giggle at my silly jester.
"If you say so."
I gaze lustfully in her eyes. "I know so."
She smiles shyly. "Don't start Devin."
"What on earth are you talking about?" I ask sarcastically.
"You know what I mean. Giving me those bedroom eyes."
Women I dated in the past made comments about me making "bedrooms eyes." I always think, "Duh! I want to get you in the bedroom." I'm a straightforward man but I relish letting a woman through body language that I want to fuck her as well.
I sit back in my chair with a sly grin. My eyes fixated on her with unequivocal sexual intention. "Uh huh. Well you better get your mind out of the gutter Ms. Jackson. You know we are at a public venue."
She begins laughing sarcastically. "My mind in the gutter??? No sir. You are the one who likes taking advantage of old ladies and taking them home to have sex."
"Yeah. Especially when they desire to be taken advantage of," I uttered in a smooth, low tone. I sneak my right hand under the table and start rubbing her left knee. Lucy's face had euphoria written all over it. I slowly made my way in-between her legs and began rubbing her inner thigh. Her eyes shut in anticipation of my next move. (I remembered Lucy's inner thigh is her sweet spot. Every woman got a sweet spot. Anyway, I began making my way towards her groin and massaged her pussy through her panties. Wetness seeps through her panties. Lucy resists the urge to moan; yet her body trembles. As pleasure heightens, I take my hand from under her dress. I recline in my seat with a devious smile. She opens her eyes in astonishment.
"You tease!"
I began looking around as if she was referring to someone else. "Tease? Who me? I have no earthly idea what you're talking about." I said while maintaining my devious smile. She kicks my leg underneath the table.
One thing I learned through the years is most women love to be teased in a playful way. The reason being is they are so use to guys throwing themselves on them. Online or in-person, attractive women like Lucy get hit-on daily. A lot of these guys around here exemplify the word "thirsty." I was once thirsty too.
My freshman year in college, I went against Uncle Teddy's teachings. I played the gentleman role thinking it would get girls to sleep with me. I was wrong. All the assholes, jerks and jocks got all the female play. I had to learn through trial and error that giving a 1001 compliments and bringing flowers on the 1st date won't evoke sexual attraction. One guy I befriended my freshman year helped me realize this. It is one thing getting some game from my uncle. But when it comes from a dude the same age as I was, it registered with me. The main thing I learned from him is when attractive females encounter a man who does not bow down to them; most of them will be intrigued. In addition, he showed me that attractive women love being teased playfully. I've always had a sense of humor so teasing was nothing to me. Those college years were something else.
Lucy and I had been in the venue for 30 minutes. The place was packed. The female announcer walks on the stage towards the microphone.
"Good evening ladies and gentleman. Welcome to the Memphis Urban Poetry Slam Night. If you desire to hear smooth, elegant and maybe even some freaky stuff in the form of poetry, you came to right place." She pause as the crowd erupts in laughter.
"Tonight we have 10 fantastic poets that will satisfy your poetic appetite. So kick back, relax, grab your lover or your friend who you are trying to make your lover and enjoy the show!"
I flash a mischievous smirk towards Lucy. "She has no idea," I think to myself. The show is about to begin as the first poet hits the stage.
***
An hour into the poetry recital, the first nine poets graced the stage. Tales of love, tragedy and triumph were told. Each poet had a unique story that captivated in its own right. From falling vulnerable to loveless relationships due to growing up fatherless to the plight of black people in America, each poet was "on point." The vibe of the crowd seems to share our sentiment.
Lucy leaned her head in to me and said, "Wow. I didn't know there were so many talented poets here in the city."
"Yeah there are. But you haven't heard nothing yet," I said with a mischievous smirk.
She starts smiling like a fat kid seeing a freshly baked cake. "Oh lord. Are you the last act?"
"Hmmm. Well I got a little something' something to say."
She affectionately taps my arm. "Devin, you had me fooled. I assumed you weren't going to perform tonight."
"Well you assumed wrong light skin. Besides, they saved the best for last."
She began shaking her head lightheartedly. "You are full of surprises, Mr. Banks."
"I know."
The announcer hits the stage and introduces me as the last act of the night. I grabbed my paper wher
e I had written my poem, tap Lucy's left shoulder and went on stage.
"Hello, everybody my name is Devin Banks. I'm the last poet of the night so allow me to send you home right." The crowd chuckle. I glance at my piece of notebook paper one last time before putting it down by my right side. I started reciting my poem…
"Hello, my name is Dick-tator,
I stand several inches but weigh no more than a few feathers,
I'm strong, black and well put together
I love the sight of accentuated curves and the sounds of sweet, feminine melodies,
I deliver pleasure that makes her feel heavenly,
When times get hard, I get harder
I flow through her like ice cubes through water
No matter what problems lie ahead,
She knows she can seek comfort in my bed
I know how to massage her unforeseen territory,
I make her feel like she is in a romantic story,
I am her motivator,
I go 'in-depth' to motivate her,
I don't mean to be her ruler but I am a sensual instigator
What can I say? I go by the name, Dick-tator"
*Sounds of fingers snapping fluttered across the room*
Upon concluding my poem, I glance over at my table. Lucy was snapping her fingers too. As I walked back to our table, several people gave me compliments in regards to my poem.
Lucy sits at the edge of her chair while fondling her gold necklace."Wow. That poem was very…sensual. So is this how you woo all your female friends?"
"No. Only the ones I realllly like," I reply, winking.
"Oh really?"
"Yes, really." She leans over and lands a succulent kiss on my lips. The sexual tension is brewing akin to our first encounter.
"You know Ms. Lucy, I'm starting to think that you like me just a little bit."
"Yea. Just a little bit," she replies. Her seductive smile suggest otherwise.
"Ok Ms. A Little Bit. Let's get out of here and find out how little more you like about me."
She uttered in a soft, baby voice. "Yes Mr. Dick-tator."
I grab her hand and we exit the venue. As I was driving us back to my place, another classic sexual escapade was about to ensue. What is so mesmerizing about this woman? It is more than physical attraction or even her infectious personality. I had plenty of females who had both; yet, didn't mesmerize me like Lucy. Whatever it is, I will have fun finding out.
Chapter 9
Devin Got A…Girlfriend?
Several months passed since I first met Lucy. After the poetry recital, we've spent a copious amount of time together. In fact, I have not been intimate with other females. I can't even recall the last woman I slept with outside of Lucy. It's as if Lucy sucks all my sexual desire, literally and figuratively. Sure, other attractive women catch my attention. However, I do not desire them. I desire Lucy.
(Minnie Riperton, "Baby This Love I Have" playing in the background)
It is a Thursday evening. Lucy was off today so she stayed overnight at my house. Pulling into my driveway, the heavenly voice of Minnie Riperton captures my eardrum. A cool breeze whistles by me. Walking towards the door, scattered autumn leaves get crushed under my red and black Air Force Ones sneakers. Once inside, fresh scent of lavender greets my nose. The house was damn near spotless. Clothes once adorned on the floor are washed, dried and hanging in my closet. Thank God for Lucy because my crib needed some fine tuning.
"Hey my little milk chocolate man. Have fun at work today?" she said before planting a soft, succulent kiss on my lips. She had a scarf on her head and wore one of my white beaters with blue pajama pants.
"A lot of fun. Had 10 clients to train back to back," I replied. My eyes sagged like I never heard of sleep. It was one of those toilsome days at Freewill Fitness.
"Wow. I can tell you are exhausted."
"Exhausted isn't the word. A brotha is beat! But I love helping people getting in shape even if it means I have to get tired in the process."
She gave me a warm smile and said, "Well that's great you care for your clients. The world needs more trainers like you."
I reciprocated her smile. "Thanks. I needed to hear that. You show know how to make me feel good ma'am." I embraced her smooth, delicate torso and planted a kiss on her forehead.
"Aww. Don't mention it. What you need to do sir is take your jacket off and relax." She helps me pull my white and blue Ecko hoodie jacket off. Afterwards, she escorts me to my cream-colored couch.
I raise my left eyebrow. "Hmmm. What you got up your sleeve, Ms. Jackson?"
"That's none of your business, nosy man. Just let things happen," She replied in a smooth, mischievous way.
She instructs me to take my shirt off and go sit down in front of the couch. I obliged. She tells me she will be right back. Lucy retreats upstairs into my bedroom.
I wonder what in the world does this woman got in store for me now. Forget Ms. Pink Dress, I should re-nickname her piñata because she is full of surprises! Last week, she surprised me with a video game I yearn to get for weeks. The game sat on top of my Xbox as if it magically appeared. I still can't figure out how she sneaked it by me. I love that about Lucy. I'm the type of man who gets bored easy. To preserve my interest, a woman has to keep my attention span pulsating. Lucy keeps my attention span alive.
"Lucy, what are you doing?" I bellowed up to her. I'm getting a tad bit restless. I was waiting for almost 10 minutes. My patience needs to improve but I just got off work. You know how it is.
"In a minute babe. So hold your mule." She replies back.
I start laughing. Only my grandma, mama and other older relatives said 'hold your mule.' It reminded me Lucy grew up in an old-school household like myself.
I laid my head on the couch and closed my eyes. A minute later, I reopen them and Lucy is standing at the top of the stairwell. "Got damn," I murmured to myself. She is wearing a see-through turquoise nightgown hugs her curves 'oh so well.' Lucy walks down the stairs. Each footstep taken down the spiral stairwell appears to be in slow motion. As Lucy got closer, she holds up a bottle of massage lubricant oil. Her appearance dazzled me enough to not notice she held something.
"I told you to relax mister. I see I'm gonna have to massage the crankiness out of you." She utters in a smooth, feminine tone. She positions herself on the couch with her legs in-between my seated body.
"Oh. Is that so?" I replied while looking up at her from over my right shoulder.
"That is so."
She begins pouring the massage lubricant oil into her hands, leans in and whispers in my right ear, "I need to you to lean forward Mr. Banks." The sweet scent of lavender oozes from her skin pores.
"Yes ma'am!" I replied. I leaned my torso forward.
She squeezes and rubs the oil in her hands. Afterwards, she proceeds to massage my muscular back. Her small, soft hands caress every crevice. Joints crack as she adds pressure to certain spots. My eyes shut to soak in the moment. A warm, soothing sensation flows throughout my spine. After a stressful day at work, this massage is hitting the spot.
She leans forward to whisper in my ear "Feeling good to you?" Her erect breasts rub against my back. My dick begins to stiffen through my boxers.
"Uh huh."I was in pure ecstasy. If ecstasy delivers this level of euphoria, I don't ever need to try it because I would be an addict. Lucy could be a masseuse in case she grows tiresome of the nurse lifestyle.
"I'm happy to hear that. I hope you know I got more in store for you mister."
"Oh. You do?" I reply in a low, masculine tone.
"Yes sir." She begins nibbling on my earlobe. The warmth of her tongue shifts my senses to erotic mode.
"See, I thought you were trying to relax me, not seduce me, Ms. Jackson?" I joke. Of course, I do not mind being seduced. It is a rare thing. I love seduction so much, a woman never gets to seduce me. I relish being the "sensual navigator." Lucy is on a whole different level from other women I dealt with.
It makes sense she flip the script on me.
After nibbling on my ear, she begins kisses me on my neck while still massaging my back. By now, my dick is fully erect. It is ready to get inside Lucy like a ravenous pit bull on a T-bone steak! She stops kissing my neck and grabs my hand. Her hazelnut eyes fixate on my roasted chestnut eyes. "Follow me mister," Lucy instructs. I oblige.
We both stand as she leads me to my upstairs restroom. I heeded her curvy, voluptuous booty the entire trip. Additional excitement creeps down to my genitals. She turns on the shower and takes off her nightgown to reveal her radiant, golden figure. She walks up to me. Our faces are whiskers away from one another as she unfastens my belt buckle and bends down to pull off my blue denim jeans.
"Looks like someone is happy to see me," Lucy utters while observing my 8-inch erection. Her soft hands provide gentle strokes to my shaft. She squats down to eye level of my erect dick. Her tongue swirls around the head for about 30 seconds; which causes muscles I forgot I had to tense up. I wish she wouldn't have stopped. Nonetheless, I'm letting Lucy do her "seductive thang."
"C'mon. Let's get in the shower." She grabs my hand and we enter the shower together. Water trickles off both of our skin. She grabs my African black bar soap and lathers my well-toned physique. The cascading water rinses away the suds. Back in high school, I fantasized about a fine female showering with me. Prior to Lucy, I've taken showers with other women. However, Lucy's seductiveness, in combination with my feelings for her, makes her the best shower partner thus far.
Suds swirl around my torso; I gaze into Lucy's alluring eyes. I couldn't take this shit no more! Time to go into "sensual navigator" mode! I grab and pull by the waist. Lucy's breast connects with my broad chest. Our lips and tongue unite with fervent desire. One hand caresses her natural black curly hair while the other lay firmly on her butt. I push her on the shower wall. Water swishes in my mouth as I dug my tongue into her neck. Lucy moans as I navigate my tongue to her tender breast. I lick around Lucy's nipples and suck them vehemently. She jerks away so I ease up to return her to euphoria. She grabs my 8-inches and rubs it against her clit. The moistness of her pussy sends my excitement level to an all-time high. My dick couldn't get more erect than it was but it was trying!
