If Only For One Night

by Brenda Hampton

  As I looked into his sexy gray eyes, he smiled, showing perfect white teeth. I almost went down for the count when he licked his lips, leaving them damp and luscious. I wanted to take my tongue and lick what was sure to be the sexiest pair of lips around. I must have been in a trance, because his lips were moving and I didn't hear a thing he’d said.

  “I’m sorry. Would you repeat that?” I asked.

  “There is no need for any apologies,” he replied. “What’s your name, beautiful?”

  “The . . . Theresa,” I stuttered once again.

  This man had my tongue tied in knots.

  “Well, my name is Jaylin. Jaylin Jerome Rogers. Nice to meet you and I’m delighted that we bumped into each other.”

  As those words left his mouth, the music slowed down. “Trading Places” by Usher started playing.

  “Would you like to dance?” Jaylin asked, extending his hand.

  I almost threw myself into his arms, but I didn't want to appear desperate. So I just said, “Yes, that would be nice.”

  On the dance floor, he held me very close, as we moved to the beat of the music. It felt as though I was meant to be in his strong arms. My head only reached his upper chest, and I inhaled his sexy exotic cologne. That smell, in itself, made me think about having hot and sweaty sex with such a fine-ass man. What is wrong with me? I thought. This wasn't like me, wanting to sex someone I’d just met. The song ended much too quickly, and he offered to buy me a drink. I was already feeling the effects of the last two, but what the hell? I had another Call A Cab, and he ordered Remy, no ice. Jaylin asked me about myself, and before I knew it, I was spilling my guts about what had happened between Steven and me. It had to be the alcohol, but he was so easy to talk to.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Steven coming over to our table. Jaylin saw how upset I became and figured out who Steven was.

  “Let me handle this,” Jaylin said, standing with an intimidating look. “Wrong place, wrong time. The lady doesn’t want to be bothered, so I suggest you step back.”

  Steven couldn’t get one word out of his mouth, and I couldn't believe how quickly he backed away. Then again, all it took was just one look at Jaylin's strong and intimidating stance to make anyone back down.

  As Steven walked away, I thanked Jaylin profusely.

  “No problem, Theresa. You didn't deserve what that idiot did to you and I wasn’t about to let him come over here and ruin your night.”

  “Thank you again,” I said, gulping down my drink much too fast. I would definitely have to ride home with Shelia and Jasmine, unless they were too drunk to drive also. Jaylin noticed the affect the alcohol was having on me, because he smiled and asked if I were okay. I told him that I was, or if not, after tonight, I would be.

  Shelia and Jasmine came over to the table with the men they had met earlier. Neither of my friends could keep their eyes off Jaylin, but they didn’t want to be disrespectful to the other men.

  “We all want to go check out another club,” Jasmine said. “Do you want to go?”

  I glanced at Jaylin, as he, too, wanted to know my answer. “No, I think I’m going to stay. I’ll catch a cab home and pick up my car later.”

  My friends stood there looking at me with big goofy grins on their faces. I introduced them to Jaylin, and told them to have fun.

  After Shelia and Jasmine left, Jaylin offered to take me home. I usually didn't let strange men near my home, but my common sense went out of the window when it came to this sexy man. He even offered to drive my car, so I wouldn't have to come back and get it. Leaving the club, I showed him where I was parked, handing my keys to him. I figured he was used to driving more expensive cars than my Nissan Altima, but he didn’t seem to care. It took about thirty minutes to get to my apartment.

  I gave him the key to open my door and invited him inside. The least I could do was offer him something to drink, but the only liquor I had was some Hennessy that Steven had brought over a while ago. I told Jaylin to help himself to a glass of it, or even to the assortment of juices I’d had behind a bar. Shortly thereafter, I went into my bedroom and took off my heels, so that I could relax my feet. When I came back into the living room, Jaylin had put on a CD. “Speechless” by Beyoncé was playing. The mood was set, so I sat on the sofa to chill. Jaylin followed, sitting closer than I’d expected. His scent had my heart doing all kinds of flips. I looked into his gray eyes, as he gazed into my brown ones. Before I knew it, our lips were touching. I was taking his tongue and opening my lips so he could intertwine his tongue with mine. He kept nibbling at my lips with his perfect white teeth, almost making me cream in my panties.

  Moments later, he directed me on his lap, where I straddled him. I could feel the arousal of his manhood, as my dress bunched up around my knees. He took his hands and palmed my thick ass. I couldn't help myself, as I was grinding into his big, and I do mean big bulge. I knew Jaylin was blessed by the feel of him. This man knew he could have me cumming with just a kiss. Every time I would grind down, he would rise up, hitting my clit through my thong just right. Easing his hands up my back, he lowered my zipper. He pushed the dress down my shoulders, unsnapping my bra with one hand. My bra was thrown across the room, and then he took my breasts in his hands and squeezed them. Tasting one nipple at a time, he aroused me even more.

  The pleasure was building with each swipe of Jaylin's tongue across my nipples. Throwing my head back, I succumbed to my first orgasm, which would only be the first of many to come that night. I took Jaylin by the hand, leading him into my dimly-lit bedroom. I turned back the bed, revealing sinfully red satin sheets. Jaylin pushed my dress all the way down to a pool around my feet. Placing my hands on his wonderfully strong shoulders, I finally stepped out of my dress. Don’t know how I managed to get Jaylin's shirt unbuttoned, but it wasn’t long before that, too, hit the floor.

  Finally, free of his shirt, he unzipped his slacks and stepped free of them. God, I will never know how those black briefs managed to hold all of that manhood intact! Slipping off his briefs, I could barely manage to control my drooling. Instead, I licked the wetness from my lips, staring at the biggest dick I had ever seen. It was, at least, nine or ten inches long, and in addition to being long, it also had width, which was always a plus.

  By this time, I was so wet. I could feel moisture saturating my thong. Pushing me back on the bed, Jaylin took total control. He slowly opened my legs, letting his naked body nestle between mine and making me want him with an intensity I had never felt before. Sex had never been this way between Steven and me. Steven had been a very selfish lover. That part of our relationship, I will never miss. In one night, Jaylin had managed to make Steven only a blip on my radar at best.

  As Jaylin gave me another soul-stirring kiss, he made me moan louder. Kissing all over my face and neck, I felt so cherished. His lips moved down my body, paying special attention to my already aroused nipples. He tackled those for a while, then placed trailing bites and kisses down my stomach while tonguing my navel. Using his teeth, he removed my thong, leaving me bare to his beautiful gray gaze. He licked around his luscious lips, lustfully gazing at me with such hunger. I thought I would burst into flames. My legs were spread further apart and he kissed from my feet, to my inner thighs, leaving wet soft kisses along the way. Finally reaching his destination, I poured both of my legs over his shoulders. That left me open and vulnerable to his questing tongue. Jaylin was eating me out so good, causing me to squeeze his head tight. I laughed, thinking of the possibility of him never coming up for air. He took my clit into his mouth, making me cream as I had never done before. He licked around his creamy, wet lips and moaned with pleasure.

  A few minutes later, Jaylin got up from the bed and found his slacks to retrieve a condom. I, of course, could not help but admire his fine ass when he had his back turned. It didn't make sense for a man to have that succulent of an ass, and all I wanted to do was sink my fingers into his muscles. On his way back to the bed, I reached for
the condoms and tore off one, placing the rest beneath my pillow for later. I rested Jaylin back on the bed, and put the condom into my mouth. As I went down on his huge dick, I rolled the condom down using my mouth and tongue. Jaylin was so long, I used my hands to finish rolling it on. He then took control, laying his body on top of mine. Once again, he kissed me with those gorgeous lips, tasting my essence on his lips. I kissed him with a hunger I didn't know I was capable of. Throwing my legs around his waist, he entered me inch by glorious inch. I was so tight that I hoped all of his meat would fit. He was all of the way in my tight sheath, finding a rhythm that took me beyond my wildest fantasy. Jaylin was definitely an alpha male who took total control over my mind, body and soul.

  By lifting one leg to his shoulder, it took him even further into my tight sheath. Moisture was streaming down my thighs like rain. I couldn't believe I was on the verge of cumming for the third time that night. My toes curled and I was seconds away from screaming in pleasure.

  Jaylin lowered his head and his lips touched my ear. “Is this pussy ready to come for me again?”

  I couldn't even answer, as his performance was feeling so good. Holding each other’s gaze, Jaylin reached between us and flicked my clit with his fingers. I burst into a thousand flames, and he came with such intensity, I could feel him swell in me even more. Seconds later, we both let out loud roars of pure pleasure.

  Exhausted, but well satiated, I lay there in oblivion not knowing that we were far from being finished. Jaylin promptly disposed of the used condom, before he put on another one. Flipping me onto my stomach, he grabbed me around my waist, and eased his fully aroused penis into my still wet canal with ease. Taking me in this position had me fully aroused again within seconds. Jaylin didn’t know it, but he had my kitty so tamed, it would never be the same again. I lost count of the many orgasms we had that night, or the many positions we’d tried. One thing I do know is that Jaylin was the best lover I’d ever had, and without a doubt, the most generous.

  Falling back onto the bed, with our arms and legs intertwined, we fell into an exhausted slumber. Feeling something brushing my head and lips, I snuggled deeper into sleep. The next morning when I awoke, I was alone in my bed. I would have thought last night was a dream, if it hadn't been for the soreness of my body. Compliments, of course, of the intense love making Jaylin had put on me.

  I stretched my arms over my head, immediately noticing a note Jaylin had left on the pillow. Picking up the note, written in Jaylin's bold and sexy scrawl, I read what he had written: Theresa, what we shared was beautiful and intense. Never let a man define who you are, and never compromise your beliefs for anyone. I hope you will remember this night of passion, as I will never forget you or the night we shared. Never settle for less, because you really do deserve the best. Stay Sweet and All Love,

  Jay Baby

  The End

  Book Club Meeting

  After Theresa told her story about what had happened between her and Jaylin, there were a lot of whispers going on, as well as laughter. I was pretty shocked, then again, no I wasn’t. One lady raised her hand and stood to ask Theresa a question.

  “Theresa, I’m not mad at you for doing what you chose to do, and if given the opportunity, I would have probably done the same. My question to you is do you have any regrets?”

  Theresa didn’t hesitate not one bit. “No. No regrets whatsoever.”

  Many of the ladies clapped and continued to question Theresa about her amazing night with Jaylin.

  “Tell us, was it really as good as Ms. Hampton makes it out to be? And, is he actually that fine?”

  Theresa smiled, “Yes, it was really that great.” She turned to me and patted my back. “Ms. Hampton does a great job explaining Jaylin, and no offense to her writing, but he is so much more than what she could ever put in a book. Yes, he is all of that, with a little something extra on the side.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh and so did many of the other ladies. They were taken aback by Theresa’s confession and many still had doubts.

  “Hey, Theresa,” one lady stood to ask. “Whatever happened to Steven?”

  “Steven is history and never will I involve myself with a man like that again.”

  I could tell that Theresa’s experience with Jaylin had her looking at relationships a little differently. Definitely, what one man won’t do another one will.

  “On the count of three, ladies, repeat after me,” I said, waving. “Bye Steven!”

  The ladies in the room yelled out loudly. “Bye Steven!”

  “And hello, Jaylin,” one woman said. She stood and walked up to the front as well. Everybody watched as she stood next to me and Theresa, admitting that Jaylin had allowed her into his world, too. “My name is Giana Monroe and I’m addicted to Jaylin Rogers.”

  “You’re not alone,” somebody shouted. “But, what’s your story?” Once again, we all got comfortable in our seats, tuning into Giana’s every word.

  No Regrets

  Giana Monroe

  The day I met Jaylin Jerome Rogers was the day my life changed forever. My day started out like any Saturday during the fall football season, with me heading over to North Carolina Central University to perform my duties as part of the medical staff for the NCCU football team. I was a bit more excited than usual because it was the last Saturday in October, which meant three things; Central’s Homecoming, an awesome halftime show and great food. When I pulled into the university’s parking lot at 12:30 pm, I was eagerly met by my colleague, and best friend, Dr. Lamar Turner. I worked with Lamar at his sports medicine clinic, Turner Sports Medicine and Physical Therapy located in Durham, North Carolina. We were part of a team of doctors who served as the sports medicine staff for Central.

  “Dr. Turner,” I said, giving him a big hug. “You look well-rested. I guess that conference in Miami Beach did you a world of good. Look at you coming back here all tanned and whatnot. I’m still mad at you for going without me,” I said, pretending to pout.

  Lamar hugged me backed and laughed. “Come on, Dr. Monroe. I can’t help it if you’re the low person on the totem pole. Somebody had to work. Besides, I did leave you in charge, didn’t I?” he teased, a huge grin on his face. Lamar and I had become friends from the moment I started working for him. Our paths had crossed occasionally during my Sports Medicine fellowship at the University of North Carolina–Chapel Hill, so when he was looking to add another physician to his rapidly growing practice, I was at the top of his list.

  “So, Lamar, tell me about your trip to Miami,” I sing-songed, playfully poking him in the ribs. “Did you do anything you shouldn’t have?”

  We began to walk towards the home team’s bench area to meet up with the rest of the sports medicine team. A food stand was nearby so we stopped to get a quick bite to eat.

  “Let’s just say I had a really, really, REALLY good time in Miami,” Lamar bragged.

  I paid for the food and passed a sandwich and a drink to Lamar. “That’s all I get? No details? You usually tell me everything,” I said, pretending to look hurt.

  “Come on now, don’t go acting like that. You know I’m gonna tell you, but later. There’s way too much to tell you now, and besides, I’d rather tell you over drinks,” Lamar said, finishing up his sandwich. “I will tell you this much; I owe my good time to an old friend of mine. We went to college together, and funny enough, I ran into him down in Miami. He lives down there now.”

  “I see. How come I’ve never heard about this fun-loving friend of yours before now?”

  “We haven’t talked much since college. I ran into Jaylin when I was taking a run on the beach, and it was like old times. My last two nights there he took me to all the South Beach hotspots. Like I said, I’ll tell you all about it later. Actually, he’s coming to the game. I wanted to return the favor for his hospitality, so I invited him here for Homecoming weekend. I’ll introduce you two after the game. We’re supposed to hang out later on, and you’re more than welcome to come
along. That way, we can all hang out, you’ll get to meet one of my boys, and I can tell you about the trip. You in?”

  I put my hands on my hips. “Oh, I wouldn’t miss this for anything. A chance to meet one of your old friends AND get the dirt on you; I am so there!”

  The game and halftime show were great, as usual, with Central coming out on top beating Edward Waters 53-22. The sports medicine team met for our post-game meeting and injury report then Lamar and I headed out. As we walked towards our cars, I noticed someone coming towards us, and let me just say he was fine! Scratch that, I mean drop dead gorgeous! The light-skinned brotha coming our way had curly black hair, nice kissable lips, a mustache and goatee that were on point, and as he got closer, I noticed he had the most piercing gray eyes. This week had been unseasonably warm, so nobody had a jacket on, including the gorgeous guy in front me. He had on a red Lacoste polo shirt and a pair of expensive-looking blue jeans. The outfit definitely showed off his body, which was magnificent. I couldn’t help but notice the blinged out Rolex on his wrist, and the pair of Nike Hyperdunk 2010 Men's Basketball shoes on his feet. The whole outfit screamed, “I have money, and I like to spend it!”

  When the exceedingly attractive man finally reached us, he and Lamar gave each other dap, and Lamar made introductions. “Dr. Giana Denize Monroe, meet Jaylin Jerome Rogers, the friend I was telling you about.”

  Jaylin extended his hand to me. “Lamar has told me a lot about you, but he neglected to mention how fine you are.”

  This man was obviously throwing me a line, but I still felt myself blushing nonetheless. “Thank you. I’m sorry, but Lamar has told me very little about you,” I responded, taking Jaylin’s hand and looking over at Lamar. Jaylin was blatantly looking me up and down. It may have been my imagination, but I felt as if he was undressing me with his eyes. Even though I was working a sporting event, I still felt the need to look good, simply because you never know who you might meet. My locks were curled in ringlets and hung down to my shoulders. I really didn’t wear makeup just because I didn’t like it, and didn’t really need it. Not that I needed validation, but I received plenty of compliments from men on my looks. My NCCU sports medicine shirt and my beige khakis hugged my body well enough to show off my slender curves.