Diva Diaries

by Janine A. Morris

  14

  Sexy Sisters Night

  Every Thursday the Mirage Club on Fifty-sixth and Third hosts Sexy Sisters Night, and rumor had it that it was always jumping. Dakota, Jordan, and Chrasey had been planning to get together and go for months. They all had separate reasons for wanting to go. Jordan and Chrasey weren’t the club type, but Mirage was known for being an entertainment industry hot spot, and Jordan was slacking in her networking. Dakota also had a few clients that told her she should stop by and she wanted to make it so she could at least say she’d been, and Chrasey just desperately needed a night out. Their busy schedules always got in the way, but since they promised to take Lexia for a night on the town, it was a perfect opportunity.

  Once inside, they all figured out just why the night was called Sexy Sisters—the ladies walking around were absolutely gorgeous. It looked as if the promoters had paid every supermodel in the tri-state area to attend. Of course, there were your average-looking and normal good-looking females walking around as well, but the majority of these girls were flawless; and of course that meant that there were enough men to start another million-man march. The spot was definitely hot, and the place was filled to capacity, especially crowded for a work night. There were model chicks dancing on some of the tabletops in skimpy outfits, and the waiters and waitresses were dressed in similar skimpy outfits. It wasn’t hard to tell that the club was selling and promoting sex, and the women were four new consumers.

  After about three minutes of standing back admiring the crowd and soaking up the vibe, Dakota suggested a trip to the bar. Once Lexia’s low-cut shirt gained the bartender’s attention, Dakota ordered an apple martini for her and a hypnotiq for Lexia. Chrasey then ordered her favorite, a Mudslide, and Jordan an Amaretto Sour. Feeling that successful, independent feeling from knowing that they didn’t have to wait for no man to buy their drinks, they went along about their business. As they sipped on their drinks, they glided along, looking for a place to settle. Other than Lexia’s completely “come get me” outfit, the ladies looked stylish, classy, and sexy themselves, giving fair competition for all of the sexy singles.

  As they turned to walk away from one dimly lit area of the club, they peeked inside one cornered section. As they realized there were no seats, they turned to walk away when Chrasey felt a hand on her arm. As she turned around, standing behind her was Trevor.

  “Hey there, stranger,” he said.

  “Hi, Trevor,” she replied with almost too much obvious excitement.

  “It looks like I’m going to have to become a stalker just to get your attention,” Trevor said playfully.

  “No, I was meaning to call you. It’s just that I have been so busy.”

  “Yeah, yeah, I bet. You found time to come here.” Right about then, Jordan nudged Chrasey to get her attention.

  “Oh, I’m sorry. Trevor, these are my girlfriends Jordan, Dakota, and Lexia. Ladies, this is my friend Trevor.”

  After a round of handshakes and nice to meet yous, Chrasey gave Trevor a little hug good-bye, the normal call-me routine, and walked away.

  After walking to a few more of the seated areas, they finally found a table and sat down to finish their drinks and talk. As soon as everyone was situated, Dakota yelled out over the music, “You didn’t mention that Trevor guy was fine.”

  “He’s OK,” Chrasey said. “Besides, it’s nothing like that.”

  “It didn’t look like nothing,” said Jordan.

  “Well, I hope it’s something, as young and fine as he is,” said Dakota.

  By the time everyone’s opinion had been stated in regard to what Chrasey should be doing with Trevor, drinks were low and the special music guest was due to come out in another twenty minutes or so. Jordan had agreed she would stay until the performance was over, so she was excited to hear that announcement. She was enjoying herself, but she had to get home to her family; she was feeling guilty that she found time to do this and she hadn’t had a spontaneous night of fun with Omar in months. But hearing the special guest was New Edition made her feel like it was that much more worth it—she loved them.

  Lexia volunteered to go get seconds on the drinks. Everyone except Jordan asked that Lexia bring them a second round. No more than ten seconds after she walked away, Dakota began to vent.

  “I am so frustrated—I want my place back,” Dakota said.

  “ ’Kota, you said she was welcome,” Chrasey said, jumping to her defense.

  “I know, but things are going so well with me and Tony and we can’t even be free with her around. She is always walking around in skimpy clothes, and she is always on the phone with some friend of hers from back home. This girl calls at least every day, if not twice a day. It is driving me crazy,” Dakota replied.

  “That’s what you get, Miss. She can stay with me—I don’t mind,” Jordan teased.

  “It’s not that I don’t want her there, but I have like two or three more weeks to go. And to be honest, I just want a break. You know how I am. I moved out from our suite in college because I needed my privacy, and I love you guys.”

  “Well, it’s not that much longer ... besides, you need to be watching her around Tony and not her phone calls,” Chrasey warned.

  Before Dakota could put her drink down and respond, Trevor was approaching the table.

  “Sorry to interrupt you ladies,” he said to all the eyes that were on him. “I came to see if I could possibly have this dance,” he said, looking at Chrasey.

  Feeling the pressure from the six eyes watching to see her next move, she thought fast and quick.

  “Actually, I don’t like rap that much,” she responded. As if she was being given a moral test by Jordan and some other force, before Trevor could reply, the song changed to Sean Paul’s “Give Me the Light.”

  “Well, that’s your jam,” shouted Dakota as she pulled her up toward Trevor.

  Wishing she could kill Dakota and the DJ behind the turntables, she stood up. Trevor smiled and took her hand in his and started toward the dance floor. She followed close behind Trevor, and took advantage of the opportunity to tastefully take a glimpse of his firm butt.

  As soon as they hit the dance floor, Chrasey realized she did really want to be out there. It was probably her guilty conscience by the name of Jordan making her feel like it was a naughty thing to do. She knew she felt deprived of the opportunity to be up close and desired by a man, and she was more than happy to be up close and up against this young and sexy, fine specimen. She noticed a few younger and sexier girls checking him out on the way to the floor, and that made her feel that much more special. As soon as they were positioned on the dance floor, he started winding and grinding up against her. Refusing to let him down, she winded and grinded right back, showing him what she was working with. As she rose to the occasion, so did he.

  As the next song came on, Lexia was just returning to her seat.

  “What took you so long?” Jordan asked.

  “The bar was busy,” she responded.

  “Who was that girl you were talking to?”

  “Just someone I was chatting with while I waited,” she replied. Without waiting for a response, she continued, “And I see Chrasey is out there getting her groove back.”

  As they all watched Chrasey and Trevor tear up the dance floor like they were teenagers, they couldn’t believe it was Chrasey. Chrasey couldn’t believe it was Chrasey. She was so into the moment, it was as if it was just the two of them in the room. She had no fears about what if one of Keith’s friends saw her, what was Jordan thinking of her, nothing. All that mattered during their dirty dancing was the two of them, and she was feeling damn good. She knew she was feeling him when she answered yes when he whispered in her ear,

  “Will you come home with me tonight?”

  15

  Unfamiliar Territory

  Chrasey stepped inside of his house, and instantly she felt awkward. She knew that this was not a good idea; even through the disoriented judgment caused by h
er alcohol intake, she still could sense the wrong in her actions. If she was to go through with this, it would be the end of all that she knew—her fidelity, her vows to Keith, and her innocence. Keith was the only man Chrasey had ever been with; he was all she knew sexually, and lately she didn’t know much of that. She knew she had no business being there, and she knew she should be ashamed of herself for even coming to his house. She also knew that she wouldn’t have been there if Keith had been a better husband to her, and catered to her needs and wants more. She knew that Keith never paid her a bit of attention, and took advantage of his belief that Chrasey would never stray. She also felt that Keith, too, was getting pleasure from outside of the marriage, while he just let her suffer in silence. With mixed emotions about her presence in Trevor’s house, for some reason she just went with the flow.

  He took her by her hand and walked her around his house. He had a nice home, especially for a bachelor pad. The living room was painted dark gray with black leather furniture. His carpet was both gray and black, with a beautiful silver coffee table right in the middle of the floor. Of course hanging from his plasma television were the wires to his PlayStation 2, like most men. He had expensive-looking paintings on his living room walls and professional pictures in frames on the mantel of himself, his parents, and his daughter. His dining room was spotless with a nice dining set. Displayed in his china cabinet, along with wedding souvenirs, were his daughter’s memorabilia. The kitchen was also well kept, excluding some dishes in the sink.

  The kitchen seemed to be his temporary destination—once inside, he pulled a bottle of champagne from the minibar that he had well stocked and took two flute glasses from the cabinet. As he set the glasses down and opened the champagne, no words were exchanged. Chrasey’s discomfort must have been obvious, because he asked, “Are you OK?”

  “I’m fine,” she replied.

  “Listen, Chrasey, I understand if you aren’t. If you want to stay and just sit and talk, I promise you we can do just that, and if you want to go, I will take you home right now. I am perfectly fine with whatever you want to do.”

  It was clear all over Chrasey’s face how comforting she found Trevor’s words.

  “Thank you, Trevor, but I’m fine ... this is a little fast for me, and I’m not one hundred percent cool, but I can hang for a bit. Besides, I’m not rushing home to someone.”

  He handed Chrasey her glass of champagne. “Well, there is no pressure and no expectations on my part. As much as I would love to make sweet love to you tonight, we can take this whole thing as slow as possible.”

  Chrasey just sipped on her Moët.

  Trevor walked out of the kitchen and toward upstairs, with Chrasey behind him, to continue the rest of the house tour. There were two guest bedrooms furnished and decorated. The bathroom was a typical man’s bathroom with nothing in it but a shaver and some toiletries. That was the one room with no scheme or interior design. Along the tour, Chrasey made comments and gave compliments on his well-kept house. She was also sure to tell him, “You forgot about the bathroom.”

  “That’s the guest bathroom—my bathroom is a little better-looking.”

  “Well, why you have your stuff all over the guest bathroom?”

  “So that I don’t mess up mine as fast,” he replied.

  They both laughed as they walked down the hall to the room that he had strategically waited for last.

  “Here it is, my master bedroom.”

  Chrasey looked around the room and was pleased to see that it was also just as clean and maintained. He had a king-size bed, and two nightstands, one on each side. A 42-inch television, with another game system sitting below it along with a DVD player. On the wall was a huge portrait of him and his daughter.

  “She is a beautiful little girl,” Chrasey said.

  “Thanks—that’s Daddy’s angel face.”

  “It really sucks you and her mom couldn’t work it out for her sake.”

  “Yeah, I guess ... but we were young and we just outgrew one another. Trust me, we tried—sometimes it’s just nothing you can do.”

  Chrasey didn’t comment, because she knew exactly what he meant. She felt that way from time to time with Keith—they also had outgrown each other. The difference was she was married with two kids, and it wasn’t that easy to just walk away.

  He picked up the remote and started to flick through channels. Chrasey sat on the foot of the bed looking at the television as well, both pretending that they were eagerly anticipating a good program to watch. It was damn near 3:00 in the morning, and they both knew what they were there in his bedroom for. Still, they wanted the motions to get everybody a little more comfortable.

  He eventually landed on HBO, where Four Brothers was playing.

  “You saw this before?” he asked.

  “No.”

  “Good, me neither, and it just started like ten minutes ago ...”

  Trevor kicked off his shoes and pushed back to the middle of his king-size bed. He patted the area beside him, telling Chrasey to do the same, and she did. She lay next to him with her head resting on his chest, propped up to see the television. About five minutes into the show, way before either of them could have possibly grasped what was going on with the movie so far, Trevor started to caress Chrasey’s thigh. He slowly made circles up and down her thigh as far he could reach. It was sending chills through Chrasey’s body, and it wasn’t long before her slight squirming made it obvious that he was making her hot. Trevor knew that Chrasey’s body was yearning for him. Just with that slight touch, she was ready for more. He began to raise his hand further up underneath her shirt until he felt her breasts. He began to slowly touch them as well; all the while they both pretended to still be focused on Andre Benjamin and Tyrese Gibson’s attempt to find their mother’s killer in the movie.

  After a few strokes, Chrasey placed her hand beneath his shirt and started to rub his stomach. The more turned on she got, the lower her hand went. In less than three minutes, her hand was inside his pants and his hands were all over her body. Once she placed her hand on his manhood, he turned her over and began to kiss her. He moved too fast for her to even see what size tool he was working with, but she knew she would probably find out sooner than later. His kiss wasn’t as slow and soft anymore—he kissed her with passion and aggression. It was obvious that his hormones were raging, and although he wanted to let Chrasey go at her pace, he was ready to take over.

  While he kissed her mouth, her neck, and made his way down to her breast, he started to remove her skirt. He kept his mouth on her nipples as he took off her skirt with his hand down below. She helped him as she was trying to remove his pants. At this point both of their hormones were raging, and poor old Andre Benjamin wasn’t getting an ounce of attention.

  Both of them had taken off their clothes, all except Trevor’s boxers and Chrasey’s panties. Upon the sight of their half-naked bodies, Trevor decided to slow down to make the night more memorable for Chrasey, keeping in mind this was emotional for her, even though she had gotten caught up in the moment. He slowly kissed her stomach and continued all the way, going very slow until he made it to her place of privacy. As he pulled her beige panties out of the way, he looked up at her and saw that her eyes were closed and she was enjoying every minute. He continued below, and slowly began moving his tongue back and forth on her clitoral area.

  Chrasey was squirming and moaning like she had never been eaten out before. This turned Trevor on even more—he felt like he was outdoing any sex she had ever had with Keith, and he wanted to make it that much better. He began to do all types of tricks with his tongue to heighten the sensation for Chrasey, and once he realized it was working, he grew more excited at her moans. He couldn’t take any more. He climbed on top of her and started to kiss her neck as he put on the condom he pulled out of the nightstand drawer and positioned himself. He found where he needed to be and with one slow, gentle movement, entered her. Chrasey could feel what felt to be about ten inches ful
l, inside of her. He completely engulfed her walls, and her body welcomed him.

  For the next ten minutes he slowly made love to her, making sure he watched her body movements to prolong her pleasure. When she didn’t seem obviously pleasured, he asked, “Are you all right, baby?”

  “I’m fine,” she replied with a tone assuring him.

  Once he knew that she was still into it, and hadn’t drifted into guilty land, he continued trying to own her body. He slowly but vigorously stroked her, and simultaneously kissed her neck, and caressed her breasts and as much of her ass as he could reach. About ten minutes later, Chrasey let out a moan that if decoded said, “job well done.”

  After her body stopped convulsing, Trevor lay down beside her and held her in his arms. She rested her head on his shoulder and they lay in silence. He just rubbed her arms and they both waited to regain control of their breathing.

  “Are you OK, Chrase?” he asked, once a few minutes of silence had gone by.

  “I’m feeling fine—thanks for asking.”

  “My pleasure.”

  “How are you?” Chrasey asked.

  “I’m fine as well, just happy that you’re good.”

  That was Trevor’s way of saying, I know I didn’t finish off but I just want tonight to be all for you. As long as she was sexually satisfied, he was happy. That was the sweetest thing, which was just what Chrasey needed. Had they continued, she would have had too much time to think while she waited for him to come. Then she wasn’t sure if she liked the idea of him walking away unsatisfied.

  “You sure you don’t want to continue? I don’t want to be selfish.”