Fascination Street

by Bridget Midway

  Grant wasn’t sure what was going to happen but he had a sneaking feeling. With his back to the women, Art tossed the phones around, mixing them up. Then he turned around.

  “This is the cell phone game,” Art began. “In case you haven’t figured it out, each woman will pick a phone. The man who owns that phone gets her for the night.”

  Grant hoped beyond hope that he didn’t end up with Garland. Talk about a night of pure hell.

  “If the woman picks her mate’s phone, then we’ll start all over.” He started at the end of the line with his wife. “You pick first, honey.”

  Winta kissed him and reached inside, pulling out a phone. Art stepped in front of Zora. Hesitating at first, she took a deep breath and grabbed the first phone she felt. Lynia did the same. At the last phone, Art picked it up and handed it to Garland.

  Evan handed a cordless house phone to Art. Now Grant understood why he needed to memorize the number in his new cell phone. Talk about a bootie call.

  “Now, gentlemen, all you have to do is call to see who you’ll get tonight.” Art started dialing until Winta asked him to stop.

  She flipped open the phone and began pushing buttons.

  “No fair, honey. You can’t look at the number first.” Art wagged his finger at his wife.

  “I’m not looking at the number, sweetie.” She lifted her skirt and slid the phone down inside the front of her panties. “I put it on vibrate.”

  Art beamed at his wife’s ingenuity. “You ladies can do the same if you want.”

  Zora was going to decline when Winta took her phone and programmed it the same way. Then she lifted Zora’s shirt and eased the phone down into her panties as well. Zora trembled at the touch. Her heart drummed a wild beat until it was the only sound she could hear.

  Being naked already, Lynia just held her phone by her vagina after she put hers on vibrate as well. Garland shot everyone an evil look and held her phone in her hand.

  “Ready now?” Art asked.

  The ladies nodded, except for Garland.

  Brax started first. He dialed a number and waited. The small red light on the phone Garland held lit up and it played “Knock Three Times.” Grant couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. He wanted anyone but her.

  “Great. You again,” Garland said, as she opened the phone to stop it from ringing and closed it right away.

  “Yeah, I’m going to have fun with you, too.” Brax handed the phone to Evan.

  Evan called his number. A distinctive buzz sounded in the room. Lynia grinned as she hopped on her toes.

  “It’s me. It’s me,” she squealed.

  Garland smiled. “Good. Slave games?” she asked of Brax.

  “Fine with me.”

  Garland grabbed Lynia’s arm and pulled her out of the line.

  “Guess there’s no need to keep going,” Zora said. “I have to go with Art and you’ll have Grant.”

  “But I still want to feel the tingle,” Winta said. “Come on, Grant. Call.”

  Grant took the phone from Evan and tried recalling his number. He punched it in and waited.

  Zora jumped. “It’s me. I have Grant’s phone.”

  She went to take the phone out when Winta grabbed her shoulders and pulled her around. Grabbing her ass, Winta pressed Zora’s crotch against hers. The phones clinked against each other on contact.

  “Art, you call your number from Garland’s phone and Grant call yours again.” Winta held Zora in place, staring at her as she licked her tongue over her lips.

  As instructed, both men called their respective numbers. A buzzing noise sounded and Winta closed her eyes and let out a dirty, gritty growl. Zora wrapped her arms around Winta’s waist and held her just as tight. The vibration in her pussy felt so

  good. It made her body tingle all over.

  When Zora felt a hand grip her arm, she turned her head. Art stood next to her.

  “House rules.” Art turned to Grant. “You have to go to the woman’s house.” Art pulled Zora away from his amorous wife. “See you in the morning, honey.” He kissed her. “I love you.”

  Grant held Zora’s other hand. While staring deep into her eyes he said, “You sure this is what you want?”

  She smiled and nodded.

  Then he smiled. “I love you so much.” He kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth.

  Art pulled her away. “Try not to wear my wife out, will you?” he said to Grant with a wink.

  Winta slipped her hand into Grant’s. “Ready?”

  When Grant took in the scene that was happening behind him, Garland shackling Evan to a bar above the white platform in the living room that he’d noticed earlier, he nodded.

  “Let’s go.”

  Chapter Nine

  “Make yourself at home,” Zora said, her voice trembling on each word. She wasn’t sure why she was so nervous.

  “I will if you do something for me.”

  His deep voice made her insides quiver. “What?”

  He approached her cautiously but with an air of confidence that made her stay in her position. He held her shoulders and stared deep into her eyes.

  “Take three deep breaths.”

  She blinked at his request but obliged. The first deep breath she did to please him. The more he stared at her, the more she realized he was serious. Her second deep breath she took more seriously, holding it for a solid five seconds before releasing. By the time she got to the last one, her shoulders slipped down, her eyes closed and her heart rate returned to normal.

  “Easiest thing in the world to do to relax and most people don’t do it,” Art said with a genuine smile.

  “That obvious, huh?” She giggled, but the jovial expression came out manic.

  “It’s all new to you. I can understand.” He let her go and took a step back. “So why don’t you give me a tour.”

  She scrunched her eyebrows and looked down her body. “You want me to get naked now?”

  That question made him laugh so hard he held his stomach. Tears rolled from his eyes. “You are sweet. No, darling, of your house. If I need help finding body parts then I need to stop operating on people.”

  She squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head. Her face flushed. He probably thought she was some over-sexed hick from the sticks. “I feel so stupid.” She didn’t mean for the declaration to come out but she wasn’t one to hold back. 86

  He put his hand in hers. “Don’t. I like that you were willing to give me a private tour of your luscious body.” He kissed her forehead. “So tell me what you and Grant did to my place.”

  She bit her lower lip. “You don’t mind that we painted, right? Our lease said we could.”

  “Of course not. I added the clause about being able to rent-to-own in case we got a couple in here that we liked. So far so good.”

  She smiled and, on instinct, squeezed his hand. “We got everything unpacked in here and painted the walls beige to go with the furniture.”

  “Nice.”

  She knew he was being polite. Anyone who lived in a large house like he had must think of her place as a little tree house. But with all the work she and Grant had put into it, she’d grown to love the home. She found it hard to believe that this was the servants’ house. Smaller than Art’s, it was still a whole lot bigger than the shacks she’d seen floor foundations for on the grounds at Monticello.

  Zora pointed out her brown couch, loveseat and chair, all courtesy of Grant’s parents. She showed off their find of a beat-up, old coffee table they purchased from a thrift store that Grant refinished and restored. Then pointed out the lace and silk curtains she’d made.

  “You made these?” Art let her hand go and went to the window. He let his hands slide down the panels as though not believing she could do such work.

  “Yep. One of many talents I have.” She bowed comically. “When you grow up poor you have to learn to make do with what you have.”

  He turned to her. “They’re exquisite.”

&n
bsp; Her heart thrummed.

  “Anything else you can do?”

  Keeping her mind from sex this time, she averted her gaze. “Yes, but you wouldn’t want to hear about all of that.”

  “If I didn’t I wouldn’t have asked.” He stepped away from the window and made his place by her side. “I’m assuming you can cook.”

  “I am a Southern girl. It’s in our handbook.”

  Art snapped his fingers. “That’s right. I did remember reading that.”

  She laughed. No nervous girl giggle. A real laugh.

  She showed off the rest of the house, letting him meander around their modest kitchen with the sky blue walls, showing him the dining room with their blood red walls. She even took him to their bedroom. Thank goodness she’d made the bed and sprayed the room down with Lysol before they left. She didn’t want him walking into the place and having it smell like sex as it had when Winta had come over earlier.

  “What about the other two bedrooms?” he asked.

  “Disaster areas. Right now we keep boxes of books and other things we haven’t unpacked yet.”

  His face went serious. “May I see them?”

  She nodded and showed him both rooms. One room was completely empty except for a drop cloth covering the hardwood floors and tape around the windows and doorframe. The second bedroom had boxes lining the walls.

  Art turned to her. “Where are we going to have sex?”

  Her bottom jaw dropped.

  “We are not having sex on your bed. That bed is for you and Grant.”

  Damn. She should have read the handbook. “I didn’t know.”

  He flashed her a look that screamed she should have read the handbook.

  “I know,” she began before he could say it. “I should have read the rules.”

  “We could go back to my house. It would be against the rules. However, my house is big enough to where we wouldn’t see or hear Grant and Winta. But I thought for your first time that it would be better if we were separated…this time.”

  This time? Did that mean other times they were having sex right in the same room at the same time, all with each other?

  Her eyes became wide. “The couch is a sofa bed. If you don’t mind that.”

  She took in his blank expression.

  “You would, wouldn’t you?” She put her hand to her face, covering her eyes. “I knew this would happen. I knew I would meet you people and feel about this big.” She held her hand up with her thumb and index finger a sliver apart. “You all have these great, high-paying jobs and Grant and I are just regular working people. We scrimped and saved just to have enough for the deposit and first month and last month’s rent required for this place. And now you’re saying we need to get another bed.”

  “Hey, hey, hey.” Art pulled her hand down from her face and brought her chin up so she could look at him in his eyes. “Do you know why you’re here?”

  “Yeah, my ex and his big mouth.” Her voice quivered this time but it wasn’t out of nervousness. She was angry and pissed and frustrated and now on the verge of tears.

  “I saw you a few months ago when you came to the office and I couldn’t get you out of my head. I came home and told Winta all about you, seeing you. I approached Frank and asked him about you.” Art smoothed her hair back from her face. “He assumed my marriage was on the rocks if I was asking about another woman, so he assured me that you were in a happy relationship and that you were even looking to move in together. I got my realtor to get with yours and I had him accept whatever offer you two wanted. I knew the price range you two wanted to pay in rent and I said I would lower my rent to get you in here. So you’re here because you belong here. How much we all make is irrelevant.”

  She snickered. “Yeah, says the man with the mansion and the acre of land behind your house and a shiny, new Lexus in your driveway.”

  “A man is measured by the company he keeps.” He planted a sweet kiss on her lips.

  Zora nearly crumbled.

  “Let’s make up the sofa bed.” Art smiled.

  She nodded. “If you’ll pull it out, I’ll get the covers.”

  She watched him walk back down the hallway, admiring the view of his perfect backside. Grant still had the best ass in the world. Doctor Art came in a close second.

  Ducking into her bedroom, she pulled out a couple of sheets from the closet and grabbed two extra pillows. Before running back to the living room, she saw the Wal-Mart bag full of condoms and lubricant.

  Her hand hovered over the bag in contemplation. Should she grab the whole thing and leave the lubricant inside, giving him the indication that she was up for anal sex or just grab a box of condoms? She remembered Winta mentioning that Art liked the rubbers that heated up when worn so she grabbed the already opened box.

  When she returned to the living room she was struck immediately at how dark the room had become. Art had turned off the ceiling fanlight and only had on a small lamp that sat by the front door on an end table. He’d also managed to find the entertainment center and popped in one of her jazz CD’s.

  “I didn’t know you like Peter Cincotti,” she said.

  He whipped around. “I was going to say the same to you. Or is it Grant’s?”

  She shook her head. “No. Mine.”

  He took the sheets from her hand and chuckled when he took the box of condoms from her grasp. “There’s a great song on here.” Slipping around the open bed, he went to the entertainment center again and skipped songs to get to it.

  Her stomach tumbled, hoping it was the same song that was her favorite as well. As soon as she heard the opening staccato sound of forceful fingers pounding on the piano keys, a wave of energy washed over her body. She wrapped her arms around herself to keep from jumping for joy.

  “This is my favorite song, too.”

  Art beamed as he took her hand in his and put his other on her waist. “‘Sway.’ Such a classic.” He brought her in close. Heat radiated through his thin garb.

  “A thousand bucks says you don’t know who sang it first.”

  She put her hand on his shoulder and curved her head up to meet his ear. “Dean Martin.”

  He growled. She felt the rumbling through his body.

  The music, the mood, the man all made her place her head on his chest. He slid his hand up her back, then laughed. An odd reaction, she thought.

  “Do you like wearing that corset thing?” he asked.

  She pulled back. “It’s mashing my tits down and they feel like they’re sitting right under my chin.”

  “They are actually.” Even in the darkened room, she caught his gaze going over her plump orbs. “I think I can help.”

  Like a caring doctor, he turned her around, then lifted the back of her shirt. She wanted to stop him but her numb hands prevented her.

  “Wow.”

  She assumed the comment was for her thong. Grant had made a similar comment when she put on the garment.

  Oh so carefully, he undid each clip. With each release she breathed easier and easier, until finally he removed the top from her.

  Her breasts filled and felt as though they were weighing her down. One thing was for sure. The cool air from the vents combined with the light shirt brushing against her hard nipples made them feel wonderful.

  She turned around. “What a relief.”

  His gaze never broke from her body. She peered down and remembered that she had only the bottom two buttons secured. The shirt remained open although still covering her tits.

  Art tossed the bustier to the chair behind him, then undid the bottom two buttons. She didn’t stop him. Her stare remained on his face although he kept his gaze squarely on her body. Then he unbuttoned her cuffs. If he wanted, he could have slid the shirt down her arms and had her nearly naked in a pinch.

  Instead, he admired her body. “Don’t move.”

  She blinked but obliged.

  He made up the sofa bed. When she tried helping him, he shooed her away, demanding to do t
he chore on his own. He removed his sandals. She dipped down to take off Winta’s shoes but, again, he stopped her.

  “Don’t. I want to have you in those shoes.”

  He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his sinewy body. He had a perfect swimmer’s body. Broad shoulders, slightly muscled chest, long arms with corded muscles, rippling abs. As her gaze traveled down him, she settled it on the protrusion in his pants.

  His gentle hands burrowed under the shirt collar and with one slick move he had her shirt down her arms and onto the floor. This time it was his turn to admire her body.

  “Winta told me you had great breasts.” He stared at them like she’d stared at the Picassos hanging in Garland’s living room.

  He picked up her hands and put them on the waistband of his pants, encouraging her, almost daring her, to remove them.

  She swallowed and took a deep breath, listening to the melodic sounds coming from the stereo. Then she pulled his pants over his jutting cock and down his legs.

  Not like Grant’s fine penis, Art’s was nothing to ignore. Where Grant’s had thickness and length, Art’s cock was a mirror image of him. Slender in shape, it had a slight bend in the middle. Much like Art, as cool as he was, there was something different about him, something off, a bend in his road.

  He slipped his fingers on the sides of her panties and brought them down her legs. Completely nude in front of him, she shivered. He must have noticed. Holding her hand, he led her to the bed and helped her down. He crawled in on the other side.

  Zora reached for the blanket to cover her body but he stopped her.

  “I need time to worship you,” he said.

  The statement made her blink again. Then Art showed her what he meant. With a whisper of touch from his fingertips, he ghosted his fingers over her body, starting with her head and face. He made circles around her forehead that sent a tingling feeling down her body.

  “Why did you straighten your hair?” he asked.

  Keeping her eyes closed, she answered, “I wanted to be different.”