Cherry Blossoms

by KT Morrison

  He didn’t know. He was blank. He had no idea what would turn this she-devil on. Boom. There he was again, transported back to that night, wow, twelve years ago, when he first made love to the girl of his dreams. He should have been rock hard but he wasn’t. His dick was so scared that night, scared of being considered inadequate that its knees shook with stage fright. She didn’t say anything, she held it, stroked it, got it to where he could put it in her and then once they started he hardened up inside her. But still, his first time with her was profoundly fraught with a fear of not being good enough. He was a nice guy. Never an asshole. Always treated women with respect. He knew this raven-haired object of desire was used to men who didn’t give a fuck. Muscular guys who got in fights and argued and treated their girls with disdain. He was just as frozen tonight.

  But guess what? Tonight, he laughed, it was safe. This was his wife and she definitely loved him. Maybe he could just enjoy that thrill. That situational time machine was taking him back to the night he was given a gift he didn’t deserve. The night Nia kissed him. Kissed her good friend Geoff and they ended up in bed together. He smiled into her hair and squeezed her. He laughed out loud.

  “What’s so funny?” she said.

  “Why did you marry me?”

  “Geoff. Because I loved you. I love you like crazy, I mean it.”

  “I wasn’t your type.”

  “No, but it was time for me to settle down.”

  “You settled for me?”

  “No, baby. You were good for me. I was wild and I was with people who didn’t respect me. You were there the whole time...once I realized it, I had to have you. I mean it, Geoff.”

  “Do you have…untamed passions?”

  “Is that a soap opera? Do you mean, like, do I have the DVD set or something?”

  “You know what I mean, stop it.”

  “I don’t know, Geoff. What you did to me last night woke something up. I want more of that.”

  “What do you want me to do to you?”

  “I don’t want to tell you. I want a man who doesn’t need to be told. Who does it and does it right.”

  He clamped up tight again, his stomach crippled with a real and fierce pain. She wants a man like that? Geoff J. Kane was not the man who knew what women wanted and did it without asking.

  He held her breast and coddled it, moved over to the other and did the same, fine-tuned her nipple there until it sat up pertly like the other. Nia didn’t want some guy who was good at playing with nipples though, did she?

  He whispered, “You know what I remember vividly but I forgot all about until this afternoon?”

  “What?”

  “How excited I would get seeing you for coffee on a Sunday morning. I would be vibrating with angst, so worried about what you were going to tell me about your weekend, but at the same time...just bubbling over, like, I couldn’t wait to be with you. Even if it meant hearing about your dates.”

  “I know that...”

  “I forgot the feeling though, Nia. God, I can’t explain it to you. It was so intense.”

  “You’re telling me you liked that?”

  “No. But, yeah...”

  “Tell me,” she sighed, “tell me what you thought.” She wriggled her back against him, he could tell she was smiling.

  “I wanted to be that guy that you would date but I knew I wasn’t. I was happy for you, because every time you started something new you were so excited...but I wanted you to want me...boring old me...and I hoped for the best for you because I cared about you...”

  “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

  “I was scared...that I wasn’t good enough...”

  “You let me fuck other men for two years, and the whole time you wanted me, didn’t you?”

  “Yeah.”

  “How could you, Geoff? Why wouldn’t you step up and grab my shoulders and kiss me?”

  “I thought I wasn’t good enough...”

  “All you had to do, Geoff, was prove to me those feelings. I would have fallen for you.”

  “I was scared.”

  “Scared enough that you let other men take me?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Geoff. You have to take what you want.” She took his hand again and she led it across her warm stomach and he knew where it was going. She pushed it under the wide drawstring waistband of her black sweatpants and she took him through her silky folds. She wasn’t wearing underwear.

  “You’re wet, Nia.”

  “I am,” she laughed. “Tell me what you want to do to me, Geoff.”

  “I want to fuck you so bad.”

  “I know, but how.”

  “Like, from behind?”

  “Talk dirty to me, Geoff,” she sighed.

  “Tell me what you want to hear.”

  She said, “Tell me what you want.”

  “You talk dirty to me first. Tell me...did you like it when I called you a whore?”

  “No, Geoff, no...I did but it wasn’t the word it was the passion, the honesty. Be real with me.”

  His hand played through her tiny vagina. He stroked through those damp folds, heard the crackle of her wet flesh now. He found her clit with his fingertip and he rolled it around, pushed it through her own hot sex, felt it begin to swell. “Tell me your best fuck.”

  She said, “Really?” He could feel her bristle.

  “Dino?”

  “Yeah. I told you.”

  “Tell me what was the hottest fuck ever.”

  She turned her head to him, showed him her smiling profile. “Okay, now you’re getting me,” she laughed. “That’s real, isn’t it? Thats what you want to hear.”

  He whispered, “Feel,” and he led her hand to twist behind her and put it between his legs, giving her his aching erection.

  “Shit, that’s like steel, Geoff.”

  “Tell me your hottest fuck ever.”

  She turned herself around and she got to her knees between his legs and shimmied his sweatpants down and his cock wagged stiffly in front of her. He was so fucking hard right now. She was okay with this, okay with his bizarre thoughts. She looked down the hall, saw it was clear, then whisked the curtain over the window behind the couch. The neighbours were close and they were about to get down. He smiled and bit his lip, watched her as she stood before him, her face bright and happy too. She slipped her pants down and stepped out of them, then threw her T-shirt off over her head, stood before him completely naked now. She was a perfect black woman-shape with long legs and pert breasts. She was rimmed with a white light from the TV, catching the outline of her shape even between her legs, the curve of an ass cheek, the soft edge of her mound. She grabbed a wool blanket off the arm of the couch down at his feet and he watched that beautiful body of hers work. She came to him then, wrapped the blanket around herself and she got on her knees again between his legs.

  “You want me to tell you a story?” she asked, a devious smile on her face. Her fingers touched his upright throbbing hardness. She went up and down it so lightly her touch was like a feather.

  “Mm, ah yeah, oh God yeah,” he gasped.

  “I like it, Geoff. I like it. Okay, yeah, listen, the hottest? Mm, oh, you feel good,” she laughed. She scratched him along his neck with her other hand and across his chest and she looked him in his eyes while she climbed up his lap and got herself over his hips. She kissed him and she never felt more wonderful, more loving. More sexual. She worked his tip into her heat and she slowly slid herself down his shaft until he was inside her. He lay back so he could give her his length and she could have something to work with. She fucked him. She was smiling, not friendly and fun-loving, but aroused and mean. Her eyes glistened with wet, they were glazed, lost in passion. This was working.

  “Tell me,” he said.

  “Mm, he took me once...right in front of his friends.”

  “Oh, Nia,” he groaned, maybe not sure he liked where this story was going. But he wanted to hear it, no matter how bad it got.

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nbsp; “Yeah, they were sleeping...or, ah, passed out but the...whole time I fantasized that they were...ah, watching, that they could see us and it...drove me crazy.”

  “Tell me how it happened, Nia,” he whispered.

  Her eyes were closed, picturing it while she fucked her nice husband. “Party at his house. Late. Mm, ah, he just threw me down on a couch, like you did last night, and he, ah, fucked me from behind. I was right next to a guy and a girl...on the couch, they were rocking back and forth with how hard he was fucking me, Geoff...”

  “Oh fuck, Nia.” He watched her move, watched her as she clenched her eyes and her mind went back to this erotic secret time in her past. It was like he was learning more about her. He thought he knew everything but there were secrets, and he wanted them for himself. He wanted to have every part of her, even the darkest bits she thought she could never share.

  “I came, like, t-twice...right in front of them. There were more people too, on the floor, on a chair. Ah-all angles watching me get fucked by my big dick, mm, boyfriend...I fucking loved it...”

  Her face had clenched, her own tale turning her on until it looked like she was going to come already. Her breasts swayed, her tummy flexed, she had both fists clasped against his chest and her pussy sucked on his hardness. “Oh God, Nia, you’re so fucking hot. Are you lying?”

  She laughed and came down to kiss him. “No, I’m not. Why? You really like what you hear don’t you?”

  “Yeah, I do.”

  “Oh fuck, Geoff, that’s hot...”

  “Were you naked?”

  “No, he pulled my skirt up and my shirt was open...”

  “Your tits hanging out, swinging?”

  “Yes-ss, yeah, oh yeah...”

  “His balls swinging...”

  “Geoff!” she yelped, her mouth spreading to a white-toothed gleaming smile. Her eyes were still clenched, her head pulled back now. Her hair shook around her while she fucked him.

  “Tell me.”

  “Probably...”

  “Did he come?”

  “Yeah, yeah, I sucked him.”

  “Did he come in your mouth?”

  “No—”

  “Did he come in your face?” he grunted.

  “Ge-off, oh my God, I’m your wife.”

  “You’re my dirty wife aren’t you?”

  She growled, “I’m your dirty cock-loving wife.”

  “Did he ever come in your face?”

  “Yes-ss.”

  “Did you like it?”

  “Sometimes, yeah. Oh, grab my tits, Geoff...” she gasped and she took his hands up and put them on her breasts. She ran them in circles over herself while she rode him. Her chin pointed to the ceiling and her back arched. He watched her tight belly flex and wriggle as she gobbled his cock up. Her beautiful hair swayed with her bouncing. “He came on my face right in front of all those people.”

  “Ah, that’s so fucking dirty,” he hissed, his eyes squinted, watching her work on him. This was true, what she was saying was true and it turned her on. He loved her so much and he wanted in, wanted in to her thoughts and her darkness.

  “He took me the way he wanted, Geoff. He’s a real fucking man.”

  That stabbed him so hard he folded up. God, she knew the difference, knew he wasn’t a real man like her other lovers. “Then did you...see me the next day?”

  “Yeah, I did, we met for c-coffee.”

  “That’s so hot.”

  “It is isn’t it?” she cried.

  He pulled her down to him, pulled her so he could get in her ear. He laced his hand through her hair and his other hand clenched her ass, held her rigid. His hips went into overdrive and he fucked her hard. He pounded his wife and heard her gasping in his ear. He’d tightened every muscle in his body so he could really show her what he was made of. “You were talking to your husband. The morning...uh...after the best, ah sex you ever had.”

  “Oh, Geoff!”

  “You had another man’s come in you or on you, your pussy stretched by his big cock, sitting and having a Starbucks with the man you were going to marry...”

  “I’m such a slut,” she squeaked into his ear.

  “You dirty pig, you’re such a fucking whore...” he hissed. “Take this cock, take it...”

  “Ah, it’s not big enough...”

  “Oh Nia, ah, I’m going to come...”

  “Me, ah, fuck, mm-me too...” her hands clenched his chest and he felt her nails digging into him like cat’s claws.

  “You need, ah, a big one...”

  “Mm, fuck yess...”

  “Oh, fuck me-ee, Ni-ia,” he gurgled into her hair as he launched his seed into her. He shot stream after stream up inside her. She was coming too, he could feel it in the way she clamped on his cock, grabbed his skin with her nails, and the tremble of her muscles under his touch. They were coming together.

  “Oh-ohhh, oh, Geoff,” she whispered as she rode it out. He slowed his stroke and just enjoyed the feel of her on him. Her pussy squeezed him and grabbed him until he fell out. His head went back into the cushion and he felt light-headed and distant, like he was floating. That was so dirty.

  “Oh, wow, oh, Geoff. Okay?” she whispered down into his collar.

  “Yeah, you okay?”

  “Mm, yeah, baby.” She worked her hips up his body a little and he felt his seed dripping out of her, hot wet splashes on his belly. “That was so fucking hot, Nia.”

  She raised up and he saw her face, saw it sleepy and content, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wet and tearing. “Oh, it was. Yeah, it was,” she gasped.

  “It wasn’t too weird?”

  She closed her eyes, her mouth hung open as she gulped for breaths, her bare chest heaving in the open blanket over her shoulders. “A little weird, I guess, but it sure...sure turned me on.”

  3

  Striptease

  Sunday, May 14th

  NIA

  Angie’s aunt Stella laughed so hard she almost spilled her wine. When she got it together, she said, “I don’t care what you do but you better not tell the boys!”

  Angie’s cousin, Gracie, said, “Ma, stop it. It’s not a thing. Don’t worry about it.”

  “This is our private party, we’ll do whatever we want,” Angie said, then, when it was quiet, “but no harm keeping it from the boys...”

  That got a big laugh. They were at Giuseppe’s in Vaughan, Stella’s brother’s restaurant. It was all women tonight. Angie and her cousin, Angie’s mom, Stella, two other moms, Donna’s sister, two of Donna’s cousins, and five girls they knew from York. They were loud and they all wanted a stripper for the bachelorette. None more than the four oldest women.

  The debate was: do you tell the boys? If Donna’s Joey found out that his bride to be had a stripper at her party, word was that he wouldn’t be happy. A lot of the other girls chimed in, saying what their boyfriends or husbands would do if they found out there was going to be a naked man. It was like a contest then, each subsequent account of what their madly jealous ultra-male would do to another man to prove his ownership over his woman. They were proud of that extreme possessiveness. They were still going to get a stripper though.

  One of the girls from York said, “Peter would cut his dick off and shove it down his throat for showing it to me.” That got the biggest laugh. It was a show stopper.

  When Angie looked to Nia, she smiled and said, “Geoff would want me to have a good time...” For her friends that knew Geoff that was the real showstopper. Then they had to whisper to their friends or the older ladies that Nia had married a nice white kid.

  This was their third bachelorette planning session. One each month now leading up to the wedding in July. Mostly these had become a get-together, not too much planning, but this was the crunch. They had their day mapped out, the venue taken care of. Nia had been in charge of invitations and those had all been mailed and RSVPed. Tonight was about details and drinking and eating. But Nia couldn’t drink because she had to drive all th
e way back into the city.

  So, the itinerary for June 24th was a full day of fun and mild debauchery with Donna and the guests, starting with a lunch at Scarpa’s, then massages and a spa treatment for twenty provided by Donna’s cousin Maria who owned a day spa. Afterwards there was a three-pub pub crawl, transportation via Sprinter service. Then, the surprise part: rendezvous here at Giuseppe’s for a private function where they could do their gift exchange, more partying and drinking, a live band, and for the finale, one male stripper, please. Full nudity was the consensus.

  GEOFF

  Nia didn’t get home too late. It was 11 P.M. When she pulled the Volvo into their short driveway, her headlights lighting up the brick wall of the garage that was now Geoff’s studio. Too late to sit on the couch and watch TV tonight but he had a more exciting thought anyway. Their new life, their new relationship, as Friday night had shown, required a man who wanted to fuck. He wanted to fuck. He just needed to show it.

  All right then, he kicked his Herman Miller chair back from his desk, suddenly excited by an idea. He stood and unbuttoned his shirt and threw it aside, then kicked his moccasins off and unzipped his jeans and pulled them down with his underwear and stepped out of them. Now he was completely naked—standing in the ambient low light of the studio, hoping he looked sexy. His penis started to grow, slowly lift itself up and away from his body. He watched to see if she was coming, didn’t see her yet, so he gave himself a good stroking. He was so fucking aroused by his own nakedness he had it like steel in a few strokes. He smiled in anticipation of his wife walking through that door and seeing him. He wasn’t some stud but he was thin and fit and while he didn’t have a big impressive cock it was average. He saw the top of a black head of hair coming up the walk and he stood confidently waiting to be seen...until he cowered at the thought that she might not be alone. Some friend coming with her, or shit, what if it wasn’t even her? What if it was, like, his mom showing up with bad news about Dad, or, fuck, a burglar. That’s how he’ll die? Bludgeoned after surprising a thief with his boner. He stepped to the side, tentatively watching who might come through the door, hiding his lower half behind a table with a 27 inch iMac. The door opened and Nia walked in and he sighed. He took a step to show her his goods and she turned and closed the door and flicked his overhead lights on.