Just then, another voice interrupted. It was Jaylin. “Yes, she is very particular, and I have been trying to get at it for months and still ain’t got no play. I’m feeling lucky tonight, though, and since she’s already told you no, maybe she’ll be willing to tell me yes.”
I wasn’t happy about Jaylin interrupting my conversation, and it wasn’t the first time he’d done it. Besides, I never said anything to the women who hung all over him and how dare he think he had any rights to interfere as if I were his woman.
“Do you mind?” Shawn said to Jaylin. “I was talking to Chyna, not you.”
“I don’t mind at all, but like I said, don’t waste too much time on pursuing her. Being rejected is quite embarrassing and I’m just trying to spare you from what’s about to happen in a few minutes.”
Jaylin walked away and I saw him go up to Shane and two other men who stood close by. He was so damn blunt and cocky, but I had to admit that it was a turn on. I loved a man with confidence, and one who knew what he wanted, and refused to give up.
Shawn cleared his throat. “Now, where were we?”
I removed his hand away from my leg and it was time for me to break the bad news. “I was just about ready to tell you that I wasn’t interested, and if it were left up to me, you’ll be going home alone tonight. There are still some women left in here tonight, so don’t let me interfere with your search for the next pussy. Good luck with that and I hope you get what it is that you’re looking for tonight.”
Shawn’s face was cracked all over. He jumped to his feet, busting out of the door as if I had offended him. Jaylin seemed pleased by my actions, as after he took a sip from his glass, he granted me a slow wink. I rolled my eyes and went behind the bar. Vinny made me a Cosmopolitan, more vodka than anything. I sipped, burning my chest as the alcohol made its way down. Didn’t know if it was my body, or if the inside of Shai’s was feeling awfully hot. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead, and I knew I had better cool it with the alcohol. I laid my drink on top of the bar, shifting my curious eyes around the room. Trying to ignore Jaylin wasn’t working too well for me, and my search for him stopped when I’d located my prize. I watched him dance and his gradual moves were so on point. I could tell he knew how to fuck and the way he turned his midsection on the woman in front of him, I imagined him doing it to me. I shook my head fast, trying to clear my nasty thoughts. No way in hell did I want to travel down that road with him, simply because I didn’t want to give in to what he wanted. Then again, I had to be real with myself. Was it something that I wanted, too?
As Shai’s cleared out, only a few people remained. My bartenders were cleaning up, the waiters and waitresses were trying to get their last tips and the DJ had already announced the last song. I’d seen Shane leave about twenty minutes ago, arm in arm with a female by his side. I hadn’t seen Jaylin at all, but then I saw him walk out of the restroom with his jacket thrown over his shoulder. He saw me standing by the bar, and decided to take a seat.
“Why haven’t you left yet?” I asked, lifting his arm to look at his diamond Rolex. “You know we close in about five minutes.”
“I haven’t left yet because I’m still waiting for someone.”
“And who might that be?”
“You, Chyna. Why don’t you stop playing hard to get and do this shit with me, all right?”
“Do what with you, Jaylin? What is it that you want from me? I’m not a house and kids . . . cooking and all of that shit kind of woman. Is that what you’re looking for?”
“No, not at all. I’m just looking for a woman who I can have some fun with, that’s all.”
“You are so full of it. Why don’t you go ahead and be honest with me. You want pussy, Jaylin, and fun or no fun, as long as you get it, you’ll be satisfied.”
He shrugged, seeming somewhat taken aback about my bluntness. “I can get pussy anywhere, but I do have my preferences. I’m not gon’ lie and say that I wouldn’t love to have sex with you, because I would. This chase you got me on makes me more anxious for you, and if you ever think I’m going to give up, don’t count on me doing it anytime soon. So, either we can do this now, or we can save it for another day. Your call.”
I knew the alcohol had me talking shit, as well as thinking it. I quickly took matters into my own hands. “If pussy is what you want, then it’s what you get. Besides, I’m getting sick of your weak attempts and they’re starting to work me.”
“Yeah, that’s what they all say, Chyna. And as for working you, I haven’t done that yet, but I will.”
I stood, getting everyone’s attention, and asking them to vacate the premises. Shai’s cleared out, and before my DJ left, I asked him to put on some continuous music. At this point I didn’t give a damn what he played. All I wanted to know is if Jaylin was worth losing my virginity to. Would this experience be a memorable one, or would I walk away having regrets. I wasn’t sure, but as the music played, I moved over to the dance floor and stood in the middle of the floor. Jaylin laid his jacket on the barstool then made his way towards me. I hated to admit how fine he was and sexiness oozed from his pores. The button down gray shirt that he wore clung to his muscles that bulged from it. The shirt matched his eyes and they could be seen behind his lightly tinted sunglasses.
As soon as he reached the dance floor, he slid his arm around my waist. He left no breathing room between us, and with my five inch heels on, I could feel his hardness poke at my pussy. My arms fell on his shoulders, and as we slowly moved to R. Kelly’s latest hits, I twirled my fingers in the back of Jaylin’s curly hair.
“Now, this ain’t so bad, is it?” he asked.
“One song, Jaylin, and then I’m all yours. I have to tell you something, though, and I want you to listen to me, okay?”
“I’m all ears. Speak.”
“I’ve never given myself to any man before. There’s something about you that I can’t shake and I want you to be my first. Do not hurt me, and do your best to make it the best sex ever. I expect nothing less and I want to leave here with memories that I’ll never forget. Afterward, I don’t want to see you in Shai’s Lounge again. I don’t want you to call me, and you won’t have to worry about me calling you. I’m not interested in having drama with any females around here, nor do I expect to have any drama with your wife. As long as we’re on the same page, I’m ready whenever you are.”
“Almost. But let me say something to you as well. I’m delighted to be your first, and you have my word that I will give this my all. Good memories…absolutely. You don’t have to worry about any drama, and if you are asking me never to return to your establishment, then I have no choice other than to honor your request. I am definitely on the same page as you, and after you give me what I want, fun or no fun, I’m out. I assure you that no phone calls will be made, and as far as I’m concerned, consider the chase over.”
I removed my arms from Jaylin’s shoulders and backed away from him. My hand went on my hip. “Already . . . mission accomplished, huh?”
“Not just yet,” he said, removing his crisp shirt. He dropped it behind him and his pants soon hit the floor. I couldn’t believe the size of that thing he was holding in his hand, stroking to make it harder. Lord knows I wanted to break out and run! Just what had I gotten myself into and there wasn’t a chance in hell that I would let something like that split into my virgin pussy. My eyes stayed focused on his growing muscle, and I wasn’t sure if it was my blurred vision that was making it seem extra, extra thick and long.
“I, uh, maybe we should—”
“Should what?” Jaylin asked, coming closer to me. He gripped the back of my head, bringing his lips to mine. They were soft as ever, and as he lightly turned his tongue in my mouth, I shut my fluttering eyes, enjoying the sweet taste. Moments later, I felt my dress being lowered to my ankles and I stepped out of it. I tossed my heels aside and still in my Victoria’s Secret satin purple bra and panties, I followed Jaylin over to the karaoke stage. He sat me on top of the stage,
while standing between my legs. His hands roamed along my thighs and when he touched my crotch, I widened my legs. Our lips stayed locked together, and he pulled my panties aside, sinking his fingers into me. A prickling feeling rushed from the tips of my toes, straight to my pussy, sending off shock waves. I couldn’t believe how wet I was from the soft touch of his fingers, and that was just the beginning. I lifted my ass from the stage, and Jaylin removed my panties. He tossed them aside then placed my legs on his shoulders.
“Lay back,” he said, obviously noticing my hesitation. “I want you to relax, all right?”
I lay back on my elbows, and when Jaylin’s tongue slithered into me like a slippery snake, I quickly tightened my stomach and held my breath. I wanted to burst out a loud ear popping scream, but instead, I started to take deep breaths. His tongue was so deep and the fast fluttering felt like a tickle. I closed my eyes, starting to tear into my own hair. When that didn’t do me justice, I jerked forward and pulled at his hair. The tighter I pulled the speed of his tongue increased.
“Ohhh, shit!” I yelled. “What in the fuck are you doing?”
Jaylin didn’t answer. That was, not until I let out an oozing orgasm that sprayed right into his mouth. He licked around his lips and sucked the tips of his fingers.
“Now, that’s one sweet ass pussy right there. You know better holding back on me like that and I told you that you’d have to pay.”
I wasn’t sure what that meant, but Jaylin made his way onto the stage with me. He kneeled between my legs, and unloosened the snap on my bra from the front. My breasts wobbled a bit and he started to squeeze them with his hands. He leaned in, sucking one then moving to the other. As his tongue turned circles on my nipples, he reached down and positioned his dick to enter me. I felt my coochie widen, and as his dick pushed into me, my whole body became tense.
“I’m going slow, so release your grip from my hips,” he whispered. “Real slow, but I need for you to loosen those pussy muscles and work with me, okay?”
I nodded and relaxed my legs and tight muscles so he could go in further. He could feel my body quivering underneath his, but to soothe the feeling, he softly rubbed my legs, and then squeezed my hands with his. I shut my eyes, holding back the water that had rushed to them. The feel of him was painful, yet so damn satisfying. I muffled my lips to stay silent, and Jaylin helped me along when he covered my mouth with his. Kissing him helped ease the pain that was becoming less unbearable.
“See, I told you you had nothing to be afraid of. And with a tight soaked pussy like this, we may have to renege on some of the things we said earlier. I may need to get at this again.”
I had no response, because the sex he put down had me enjoying him more than I ever thought I would. Sign, sealed and delivered…he’d made his mark on, I assumed, another virgin’s pussy. Slowly, but surely, he found home plate and his strokes were smooth as ever. Then all of a sudden, everything took a slight turn. Jaylin sped up his pace and the feel of his fat dick drove me crazy!
“Metemelo, doblame y metemelo. Ven y cógeme! (Fuck me, bend me over and fuck me. Come on and fuck me),” I cried out.
“That’s right, baby. It’s whatever you say. Bring that ass to me.”
I turned on my stomach, using a rail in front of me to hold on to. Jaylin pushed his dick into me from behind, forcing himself all the way inside. He held my hips while slamming into me and I could feel his heavy sacks banging against my tight swollen pussy. I was so wet and the gushing of my juices made music in the room. The sound added fuel to our fire, and I was hot all over. My pussy was getting a true workout, and in an effort to ease some of the pain, I reached back and pulled my ass cheeks apart. The tip of his head touched my anal hole and I feared that he would enter. No way would I be able to muster that kind of pain, but all he did was toy around with it. He then smacked my ass, squeezing large chunks of it and turning it in circles.
“That is one pretty mutha right there. Beautiful ass . . . just beautiful.”
Jaylin quickly found out that I preferred it rough and he beat my pussy good. As his nine was in me again, he did not hold back. The stage floor was covered with my liquids and my trembling legs could barely keep still. I screamed, moaned, even shouted for some relief, but Jaylin kept his word and honored my previous wishes.
“You told me to fuck you, so that’s what I’m doing,” he said.
Yes, indeed, he was. And when I came, I came so hard that I spit his dick from my pussy. I took no time to regroup and grabbed at his package again because I was still very hungry for it.
“Ay, Papi! Dame’n el culo! Si, Mas Duro! He sido muy mala! (Harder, beat my ass, I’ve been bad),” I shouted.
“I know,” he said with a grin on his face. “That’s why I’m punishing you.”
I wanted to punish him too, so I removed his dripping wet nine from inside of me, then placed it into my mouth. I sucked him dry, and as he watched me, my eyes stayed locked with his. Finally, his breathing increased and those sexy, gray eyes rolled back. I smiled, knowing that I satisfied him, as well as he had satisfied me. I thought it was time to wrap this up, but that didn’t happen. Jaylin put me on top of him, and his fingers worked wonders with my clit. As he stimulated my hotspot, I gazed up at the turning blue and white lights. Yes, this would definitely be a night that I’d never forget and I sure as hell would rethink if I ever wanted to see him again. As another orgasm neared, my answer to that question was a definite yes!
The End
Book Club Meeting
Before I could say a word, one lady shouted, “Girl, he wore you out!” Chyna didn’t deny it, but she admitted to giving him a run for his money.
“It took me a while to get my rhythm,” she confessed. “But with a man like Jaylin, you have to put up or shut up. Showing fear will get you nowhere and I quickly learned that. He started off real gentle, though, and we gradually made it to a point of no return. For a first time experience, I couldn’t have chosen a better man to be with.”
The same lady asked, “Have you had anyone comparable to him since then? And the bigger question is did you hear from him again?”
“Unfortunately, I haven’t had sex like that again, but I’m not giving up. I haven’t spoken to Jaylin since then because he has some issues that he needs to resolve with his woman. We talked about her that night, and he got some deep shit going on. I really don’t like to interfere in those kinds of situations, so I decided to move on and not look back at what could have been. I doubt that it would have turned out in my favor, but I’m still very grateful for what we shared. Like Giana, I have no regrets.”
Giana and Chyna gave each other a high-five. Some of the other ladies started high-fiving too, until one lady stood with her hands on her hips.
“I really don’t understand what all the hype is about Jaylin. I read all of your books, Ms. Hampton, but Jaylin rattles my darn nerves. He’s rude, he treats women like crap, and no man’s sex is that good where it has these women running around like they’re clueless. I mean, these are some dumb ass women in those books, and for you to portray them as strong sistas with educations and good heads on their shoulders, you do women of that statue a great disservice. It’s almost degrading to some point.”
Some women agreed, others waited for a response. “I’m sorry that you feel as if I write stories that degrade black women, but I challenge you to dig deep into my stories and look at the big picture. Many of us have dated men similar to Jaylin and my purpose is for you to get an understanding of where these men generate from. Basically, what does their background tell you about them? Some men aren’t capable of loving a woman like she deserves to be loved, and many times it’s not completely his fault. You have to know and understand the man you’re with. Sometimes, no matter what you do to save your relationship, it won’t work because the man is failing to deal with issues that may be suppressed or issues that he’s not ready to deal with. Like Nokea does, a woman can love Jaylin all she wants to, but his fix is much d
eeper than her loving him or her offering him sex. As women, we think that loving a man is enough. I wash, I clean, I cook . . . I give him all the sex he needs, but he still cheats. The next time you ask yourself why, you must realize that it has little to do with you, but more to do with him. You can do those things all day long and still have the same result. Sometimes, there is no way to prevent yourself from being cheated on, and whether you’re a ghetto girl from the streets, or a lawyer in a courtroom, you can find yourself in the same situation with any man. Having an education doesn’t make you exempt and neither does being beautiful. My characters are not dumb, they are just everyday ordinary women who, like most women, struggle to figure out why loving a man, sometimes, may not be enough.”
The room erupted with questions and comments about what I’d said. I went on about some of my own personal experiences with men and so did some of the other women.
“You have to dig deep into a man’s head and pay close attention to what he’s all about,” Joyce added. “Find out where he’s coming from before you make him your baby’s daddy, or before you marry him. I approach men like a psychiatrist, seeking every little detail that I can. Therefore, when I had my one night with Jaylin, I found out more about him than I had bargained for.”
All eyes shot in Joyce’s direction, including mine. Now this was taking things too far, and please tell me that she didn’t go there with Jaylin. Please.
Pillow Talk
Joyce Hampton
Shopaholic? Maybe. Adorable? Absolutely. Single? You bet and only by choice. Why? Because it was difficult to find a man who could give the same to me, as I would, without one single doubt, give to him. For that reason alone, I was single, yet enjoying my busy-bee life to the fullest! I dated when I wished, had no attachments to anyone, and sex…well, let’s just say it’s been a while. For now, it wasn’t the priority, but going to the mall to get those Jimmy Choo shoes I’d seen last week was. Ever since I’d feasted my eyes upon them, they’d been whirling in my mind. I couldn’t even sleep, tossing and turning the night before, waiting for Saturday to come!
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