The Yin Yang Effect

by Dana Littlejohn

  “Oooo…”

  “Call him.”

  She dialed the number as a slow, wide smile, that came across her face, showing a deep dimple in her left cheek.

  “Hello,” a young, deep voice said.

  “Roy boy, how are you?” her voice was soft and deliberately sexy.

  The smile was evident on his voice. “Ahh, my little Latin lover. I thought you guys had abandoned me or traded me in for an older model or something.” He chuckled. “Haven’t heard from you guys in a while.”

  “You could’ve called, Roy boy.”

  “Yeah, but that’s not part of our game, now is it?”

  She giggled. “You’re right, it’s not. You always did learn fast and retain well. Are you free tonight?”

  “For you, always. What time?”

  “How about 8 o‘clock.”

  “I’ll be there with bells on.”

  “See you then.” She hung up and looked at her watch. “Eight o’clock with bells on. That gives us time to finish our drinks, clean the kitchen and ourselves before he gets here.”

  Opal nodded and raised her glass. “To an orgasmic night.”

  “I certainly hope so.” She clicked her glass to her friend’s and laughed with her.

  ***

  Pearl pulled up to her booty call’s house, knocked once and walked in.

  “Jake, I’m here! Where are you?”

  “I’m in the kitchen, babe!”

  She walked in the kitchen to see him at the table pouring two glasses of Champagne.

  Jake sent her a wide and genuine smile over his shoulder, then his long legs quickly covered the space between the table and door. He swooped her off the floor into his arms; spun her around, giving a long, deep kiss.

  “Damn, I’m glad to see you. It’s been too long since we’ve seen each other. Come sit down.” He pulled her to the table.

  “Two days is too long?”

  “Sweetheart, two hours is too long to be away from the one you love.” He kissed her hand and pulled out her chair.

  “You are so sweet. So, what’s all this?”

  He sat across from her, smiling. “This, honey, is a celebration.”

  “Ok. So what are we celebrating?”

  “Well, we’ve got an anniversary coming up, you know. Next month will be a whole year since we started seeing each other, and I think it’s time we took this thing to the next level.” He handed her a glass, clinked it and took a sip. “Don’t you?”

  She sipped with him and began rolling the glass between her hands. “Are you sure that’s what you want, Jake?”

  “Yes, it’s what I’ve been wanting.” He pushed a bowl of strawberries toward her and leaned on the table. “I gotta tell you Pearl; I don’t want to keep doing this. I’m starting to think you’re, you know, maybe a little embarrassed to be seen with me.”

  He looked at her, pain filling his brilliant blue eyes. “Are you?”

  “No, Jake, of course not.” She sat on his lap and kissed him. “We have a nice quiet existence.” She shrugged. “What’s wrong with that?” She popped a strawberry in her mouth.

  “I don’t want a nice quiet existence. I want the whole world to know how happy I am, how happy you make me.” He took her hand and kissed it again. “I want to do what other couples do. I want to take walks in the park, go on picnics, out to the movies. I want to walk down the street and hear the old people say, ‘Aww, look at them, they’re in love.’”

  She smiled.

  “I, I want more, Pearl.”

  She sighed and opened her mouth to say something, but closed it changing her mind. Then, a small, playful smile touched her lips as another thought came to mind.

  “I can give you more, Jake.” Her smile turned seductive while she pulled down the straps to her tank top. “I can give you a lot more.”

  “Pearl, I’m serious,” he said with the dark tones of seriousness determination in his voice, as he tried to stop his gaze from falling from her face, to the cleavage she was showing him.

  “I know, baby.” She grasped his face kissing him. “The strawberries and champagne are very good together. Do you think we might find another use for them?” She pressed her bare breast against him.

  He smiled reaching for her breast. “I heard some lady in the store say they go together like peanut butter and jelly, so I just grabbed some.” He chuckled and kissed her breast.

  She stood up and quickly sat on the floor, tugging at his shirt. “Really? I always liked that about you, Jake. You learn quick. So, about that other use…”

  He smiled, coming to the floor and grabbing the bottle.

  She giggled. “Don’t forget the strawberries.”

  He grabbed the bowl, putting it next to her, and a sly grin came to his face. “I’ve got an idea.”

  He pushed the table and chairs out of the way and went to the refrigerator.

  “What are you…”

  “Shhh,” he said moving things across the shelves. “Ahh, here we go.” He pulled out a can of whip cream, showing it to her and smiling ear to ear. “Voila! Are you getting ideas, too?” he said shaking it.

  “Oh, yeah.” She laughed. “Come on Jakey, show me what’s on your mind.”

  “I hate it when you call me Jakey.” He fought against the smile that threatened to split his face as he sat next to her.

  She giggled again. “No you don’t.”

  He gave in to his grin. “Well, whatever.” He pulled off her tank top and helped her out of her shorts and panties. Sitting on his knees, he sighed as his gaze swept over her.

  “You really are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

  She caressed his face and he cuddled into her hand. “Thank you.” She leaned on her elbows. “So, what do you plan to do with this beauty?” she asked with a teasing smile.

  He smiled and glided his hand over her torso. “Mmm, like rose pedals,” he whispered almost to himself.

  Slowly he continued down over the flat surface of her belly, where he lingered for a few seconds before sliding his finger between her slit and brought his hand back. He pinched her nipple lightly and smiled.

  “I think…” he shook the can looking around her body, “I’ll start there.” He lay next to her and sprayed her nipples.

  She giggled and laid back.

  He kissed and licked across her breast, smiling again as she shivered and her nipples went hard almost instantly.

  “Yeah…” his was voice husky with his lust. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

  He continued to lick and suck back and forth over each until they were clean and ultra sensitive. Picking up a strawberry, he sprayed it and put it to her lips.

  Instead of biting it, she flicked out her tongue, licking and sucking the cream off as she smiled at him.

  He stopped breathing as he watched her, and then pushed it into her mouth.

  “Stop doing that shit, Pearl. You’re fucking with my concentration,” he said with a chuckle. “Let’s try something else, ok?”

  She nodded, licking her lips.

  He sprayed a line down the valley between her breasts to her pubic area.

  She shivered as the coolness of the cream collided with the heated skin of her vulva.

  Hearing her soft moans sent his arousal levels toward full tilt as he bent to lick off the cream. Reaching for another strawberry he put it to her lips as he licked and kissed her, watching her skin jump under his attentions. He felt his finger slip into her mouth as the strawberry went in and he groaned to himself, moving his hand over her skin behind each kiss.

  His pants were becoming more uncomfortable by the second as he sprayed below the tiny triangle on her pelvis that pointed to the honey pot and licked it clean. The smell of her essence and the whip cream threatened to send him over the edge. He took a deep breath and looked up at her.

  She lay concentrating on her breathing, her mouth opening and closing, seducing him without knowing it. He turned away from those lips remember
ing he had another pair of even more seductive opening in front of him.

  Her back arched as she breathed out. “Ahhh.”

  Sliding his hands underneath her he licked her as if she were the frosting on the last of his favorite cupcakes, sending her to a quick and satisfying orgasm while satisfying his thirst for her.

  “Mmm, that was fantastic. You’re very good at that,” she said giggling.

  He smiled, climbing up her body. “Oh, you like that, huh?” He kissed her.

  She returned his smile. “Mmm, hmm and you taste good.”

  “Really? You should taste the rest of me, then.” His smile widened.

  “Is that an invitation?”

  “You bet it is.” He bent to kiss her, again.

  “Oh good, I’ll have to pull up a chair for this part.”

  Jake stopped half way and jumped to block her, looking up into the face of his roommate.

  “Joe! What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked angrily.

  “I live here.”

  “You know what I mean.”

  Pearl scrambled frantically into her clothes behind him.

  “You were supposed to be staying at your girl’s house tonight.”

  “Yeah, well, me and Michele had another fight and she sent my ass home.” He sat at the table, trying to peek pass him at Pearl.

  She jumped to her feet, fully dressed.

  “Baby, wait.” He grabbed her arm. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t know this fool was coming back. Please don’t go.”

  “No, no, I should go.” She managed to keep her voice calm while she snapped her shorts, but couldn’t stop the tears from filling her eyes. “It’s late and I, I’ve got school tomorrow and…”

  “Baby, wait, don’t cry, I…” He threw Joe an evil look.

  He shrugged and turned away.

  Pearl pulled away from him, leaving the kitchen.

  “Baby, please, wait.” He followed her to the door. “Pearl, let me talk to you.”

  “No, no. I know it’s not your fault.” She gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

  “I’ll call you, ok?” She tried to smile as the first tears fell.

  He wiped away her tears. “I really am sorry, baby. Hey, why don’t you come over tomorrow and I’ll make it up to you, ok?” He lifted her chin, kissed her and smiled.

  She made another attempt to smile. “Ok. Yeah. I’ll call you.” She pulled the door open and moved quickly through it.

  Jake closed the door behind her and tapped his head on it before going to the kitchen to confront Joe.

  Joe was at the table drinking the rest of their champagne from a mug. He looked up at him and popped the last strawberry in his mouth and took a bite of a sandwich.

  “You want one, man?”

  He ignored the question. “Why are you are such a dick?”

  He shrugged. “You were right, man. She is fine and she’s got nice tits, too, but you failed to mention that she was black, or African American, or what ever the hell is p.c. now-a-days?” He took another bite.

  He pulled up a chair. “You got a problem with that, Joe?”

  He shrugged again and talked with his full mouth. “Nope. Pussy is pussy to me, man. It don’t matter what color it is, it’s all good. Your brother is the one who ain’t gonna like it at all. He’s gonna have a fuckin’ cow.”

  “Yeah, well, it’s a good thing I don’t give a shit what he likes, isn’t it?”

  Joe shrugged again, taking another bite.

  “Just how long were you standing there, anyway?”

  He swallowed and smiled. “Long enough to see you turn her into a human sundae…from start to finish.”

  He knocked on the table and tapped his foot. “You know you just fucked up my night, right?”

  He shrugged and took another bite. “Join the club.”

  Jake stood up and slapped him hard in the back of his head. “You are such an asshole,” he said and walked out.

  “Ow! What the hell--” he yelled. “Who’s gonna clean up this mess?” he yelled, again, rubbing his head.

  Chapter 3

  Opal ran down the stairs, hearing the doorbell. She ran her fingers through her honey brown hair that displayed a black streak, similar to that of Rogue’s from the X-men, and fixed it and her clothes before she swung the door open.

  “Hello, Roy.” She took a deep breath and looked him up and down, smiling.

  “Our little boy toy.”

  Roy leaned casually on the door frame and smiled with a wide, boyish grin. He was young, but old enough to buy the liquor he held up in a brown paper bag.

  “Sweet, sexy Opal, I’ve brought us a drink to mark the occasion.”

  She closed the door and leaned on it. “And what occasion would that be?” She moved a long curl from his forehead and ran her fingers through his sun bleached blonde hair putting it back in place.

  He grabbed her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist. “It’s always a reason to celebrate,” he pulled her so close to him that his lips brushed her forehead, “when you guys call me to play.”

  She looked up at him and smiled.

  “Now, where is my little Latin lover?”

  “Right here, Roy boy.” She slipped her arms around his waist, hugging him from behind.

  He smiled and looked over his shoulder. “Hey. Is this a new position we’re going to try tonight? I think I like it already,” he said with a chuckle.

  Opal chuckled, too. “Hmm, we’ll see, but for now let’s move this party upstairs before my sister comes back home, ok?”

  He turned and put their arms through his. “I agree. Whose room will we use tonight?”

  “Hmm, I think we were in my room last time, Chica.”

  “Then I guess it’s my room tonight.”

  Opal’s room was the first on top of the stairs. The mat in front of her door was black with green writing-- LEAVE YOUR CLOTHES AT THE DOOR. Already accustomed to her room rules, Debbie and Roy were disrobing before they reached the top of the stairs.

  The carpet, walls and ceiling were all black. Track lighting with four black lights held the only light in the room. On the ceiling, over a king-sized, four post bed, was a large mirror that, on closer inspection, turned out to be several smaller mirrors. Pale, sheer green material was wrapped corner to corner around the top of the bed and hung loosely down each post, giving off a faint glow on the black satin coverlet.

  They put their clothes and shoes by the door as they walked in, and he watched them slide across the bed one by one.

  “So, what are we drinking?”

  He stood in the buff in front of them, almost glowing in the purple light of the room, and reached into the bag and yanked out the bottle with a smile. “Tequila!

  We’re going to do Tequila body shots tonight.”

  “Tequila, huh?”

  “Do we need shot glasses?”

  “No, my little Latin lover, I said body shots. That means your body will be my glass. Lay back down and I’ll demonstrate.”

  He pushed her back and poured the drink onto her belly, watching it overflow, and licked it up wildly before it hit the bed and smiled.

  “That, my lovely, is a body shot. Much more fun without the glasses, don’t you think?” He licked his lips.

  “Hell yeah.” She giggled.

  “Want one?”

  “Hell yeah!” Opal said excitedly and flopped back on the bed.

  Roy poured a shot on her and licked it off while Debbie took a shot from the bottle. He took turns drinking off them as they took turns drinking from the bottle.

  “Hey, when do we get lick shots off of you?” Debbie asked, with a slight slur and a giggle.

  Opal raised up on her elbows as he sat up, licking his lips again.

  “When do you want to?”

  “Well, it’s my turn, so do me first, then I’ll do you,” she said with another giggle.

  “Ok,” he chuckled, looking at the two of them. “Opal, would you care to help me?”


  She rolled over to her stomach and leaned, wobbling slightly. “Sure.” She smiled and then dropped her face onto Debbie’s belly, drinking the Tequila noisily.

  Debbie lay back in full laughter as Opal made loud slurping noises on her.

  “That’s kinda hard.” She smacked her lips, licking them. “How’d you do that without cutting your lip on that damn hanging charm?”

  Roy leaned over and whispered in Opal’s ear.

  Shaking her head, she continued licking her friend, but moved in a downward motion as Roy moved up to Debbie’s ear.

  “You always did like it when we both were on you. You’re greedy, my little Latin lover.” He smiled and licked her ear.

  “Mmm…”

  Opal continued her descent until her face was covered in a sea of cinnamon brown curls. Parting it like the Red Sea she tasted the nectar within.

  Debbie’s mouth dropped open, but she was unable to find her voice.

  “Hmm, I think I’m getting jealous. I’m starting to think Opal is getting better than me in this aspect,” he said in a humorous tone in her ear and kissed his way to her breasts.

  She chuckled softly. “Why don’t you switch places so I can compare.”

  He licked at her nipples chuckling and made his way back up. “You say that shit all the time.”

  “So do you.”

  He moved back down, smiling as he concentrated on one nipple and pinched at the other while Opal licked and sucked at her. The combination sent her into an orgasmic convulsion.

  Debbie released her pleasure in one long, drawn out moan.

  Roy released her and fell back laughing. “Yeah! Damn I love coming over here! Shit!”

  Opal climbed up Debbie’s body and kissed her. “You and Tequila mix well,” she said smiling, then fell on top of her in uncontrollable laughter.

  Debbie laughed with her. “I’m glad you liked it.”

  “Ok, ok, enough chit-chat. I want some pussy before you guys pass out on me,” he said with a laugh. “So, who’s it going to be?”

  “Shit, you guys took good care of me. I’m cool.”

  “Too true. Opal?”

  She rolled off of Debbie and threw her legs open, laughing. “I--am--ready, baby!”

  Roy and Debbie switched places and he climbed on top of her.

  “You guys should invite me over, like, every week or something. Let’s pick a day. This could be our Thursday night thing.” He let out another laugh. “But next time I won’t bring Tequila. It looks like it might be a bit much for you guys.”