If Only For One Night

by Brenda Hampton

  He came out of his shirt, exposing his white T-shirt underneath. His body was everything that I imagined it to be, and all I could think was why something this good was happening to me. Then again, I wasn’t so sure about that yet.

  “I’m fine, Jaylin. Relax and enjoy the conversation.”

  Jaylin was down to his T-shirt and pants. As he squatted to take a seat in the chair that separated him and me with a table, his phone rang. He sighed when he looked at the caller, but answered.

  “Yes,” he said. For at least a minute, he said not one word. His distressing expression was on display again, and after a minute or two, the phone was placed back on the table without him commenting on the caller.

  “Sorry about that,” he said, getting ready to sit again. “Where were we?”

  “I was about to suggest that you take a seat on the chaise and me in the chair. The chaise is much more comfortable, and from the phone calls alone, I can tell you need to relax more than me.”

  He laughed, but didn’t decline my offer. We switched seats, and either way, I was comfortable. Jaylin lay back on the chaise, resting his arm across his forehead.

  “I’m not going to sleep, Joyce. I’m just thinking, that’s all.”

  “Do you want to share your thoughts? I’m a good listener and some of the men in my life seem to think so as well.”

  Jaylin turned on his side, but before speaking, he reached for the glass on the table. He took several sips of Remy, then cleared his throat. “Ahhh, better,” he said. “So much better.” Silence swooped in for a minute, and all he did was stare at me with a glassy look in his eyes.

  “What?” I said. “What is it?”

  “Nothing.” He turned on his back and looked up at the high ceiling. “I just wanted to tell you that I think you’re a very attractive woman. And excited as I am to be in your presence right now, I . . . I just got so much shit on my mind that I can’t stay focused.”

  “I told you that I’m here to listen. Whatever you want to say, say it. Feel free to talk about your wife, kids, mistress, dog, cat . . . whatever.”

  He chuckled, but it wasn’t long before he began to tell me about his troubles. While Jaylin definitely had it going on from the outside, his inside was all jacked up. According to him, the love of his life had left him and hadn’t decided yet if she wanted a divorce. His mistress was a baby mama that he had love for, but in no way could replace his wife. To hide his pain, he’d been traveling from one woman to the next, trying to cope with the possibility of losing the one woman he loved. I could see how torn he was, but having sex with multiple women wasn’t the answer. I told him just that.

  “I know it’s not, but it’s almost like a drug. During those intimate moments, I forget about all that is transpiring around me. I’m there, enjoying everything that is taking place. The after effect is what troubles me, and when all is said and done, I’m left alone, trying to cope with the feeling of losing my wife forever.”

  “If you enjoy sex with multiple women, then why did you get married? I’m not judging you, but I am really surprised that a man like you has a wife. I get the feeling that you can have just about any woman that you want, so why choose just one?”

  “Because it’s not about being with as many women as I want. I want only one woman, because I love her with everything that I own. I stepped out on our marriage, and another woman got pregnant by me. My wife and I have been unable to settle this and it makes me angry that she’s not willing to forgive me. I’m so angry that I’m finding myself doing things that I know only hurts her more. Why? Because she won’t give me what I want, and I’ve always gotten what I want. I’m working on trying to change some of the most unfortunate things about myself, but I don’t know if she will allow me that time. I’m aware that she needs to heal from what I’ve done to her, but I need my wife back. The sooner, the better.”

  The room got quiet again, only because I realized that like many men, Jaylin had a very selfish mentality. I’m sure he didn’t understand how difficult it was for his wife, too, to get back to a marriage that was obviously very broken.

  “All I can say to you is give her time. Seems like she’s going through the healing process right now, and after what you’ve done, the least you can do is allow her some time. Eventually, she’ll come around and being angry with you can’t last forever.”

  “Time isn’t a good thing, because tomorrow is never promised. We don’t know what the future holds for us, and wasted time only brings about doubts and regrets.”

  I agreed with Jaylin on that, too, but he seemed like a man who wasn’t open to advice. He just wanted someone to talk to, so I was all ears.

  For the next few hours, Jaylin continued on about his wife, who he seemed to genuinely love. He even talked about a dog that he wanted to get for his daughters, and when he spoke of his children, he lit up like lights on a Christmas Tree. From what I gathered, Jaylene, Justin, L.J., and Mackenzie had a wonderful father who loved them dearly.

  “They’re my life,” he said, finally smiling. “It’s all about them, and at times, nothing else really matters.”

  “Not even your wife?” I challenged.

  He looked over at me with a momentous expression on his face. “At times, like right now when I’m in a hotel room with a beautiful woman, and feeling beat-down about all that is going on in my life, not even my wife matters.”

  I wanted to help him escape from his misery, but I knew that having sex with him would only temporarily cure the wound that seemed so deep.

  “What are you thinking?” he said. “I’m getting tired of talking and I know you’re getting tired of listening.”

  “Actually, I’m not. I enjoy being in the presence of a handsome man, and whatever I can do to help, let me know.”

  Jaylin scooted over on the chaise, touching the spot next to him. “You can lay right here, that’s what you can do. I promise I won’t bite, then again, I must warn you . . . I’m known for breaking my promises.”

  “Somehow I knew that already.”

  I stood and made my way over to Jaylin on the chaise. I lay comfortably on my back, but rested my head on his shoulder. Several pillows were tucked behind us and he continued on with his deep thoughts. Don’t know why it seemed as if I’d known this man all of my life, but he made it so easy for me to feel comfortable being next to him.

  “So, where do you go from here, Jaylin? When you leave this room, what’s the plan?”

  “No matter what happens between us, I’m going back home to fight hard for my wife. If I’m somehow able to repair the damage I’ve done, I will never put us in this situation again. It’s been like living in hell, and hell is not where I want to be.”

  I turned to look at him, and couldn’t believe how convincing he was. It wasn’t like some politicians lying, and telling America that they would make the economy better. That was considered false pretence. However, I didn’t get that feeling from Jaylin and I believed when he said he would do whatever to repair his marriage and not make the same mistake again. In knowing so, I reached up and scrolled my finger down the side of his beautifully sculptured face.

  “I really wish you all the best with your marriage, truly I do. But I must also be very honest with myself, too. There is no way in hell that I’m going to let you walk out of that door, before giving me the best sex that I know you can provide. I am down for whatever, and as far as I’m concerned, this is just between me and you.”

  Jaylin said not another word. His seducing gray eyes dropped to my lips and as he held my face in his hands, my insides screamed for him. The touch of his hands starting to move up and down my legs made me quiver. He squeezed, I squeezed. He pressed, and I pressed harder. Our bodies gave off much heat, and even the pile of our clothes right next to us didn’t seem to cool things down. Seeing his naked body excited me even more and as my legs were carefully placed on his broad shoulders, he looked down at me.

  “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” he asked.
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br />   “I’m sure. I just hope you are.”

  Jaylin turned up the heat, and delivered a Naughty performance that left me sprawled out on the chaise, squinting from the bright sun as it entered the room in the morning. I was still lying naked and barely covered with a soft white sheet. I looked around, already realizing that he was gone. From a distance, I could see the jewelry box on the table with a note on top. I covered myself with the sheet and walked over to read the note. It read:

  Thanks for such a wonderful evening Joyce. The moment I saw you, I had a vision of what I had hoped would take place between us. Making it a reality pleased my heart in ways that you will never know, and quite frankly, may never understand. Just for listening to me, I couldn’t think of a better woman I’d want to give the necklace to. I hope you like it, even though it wasn’t the necklace you’d chosen. To say that I don’t take other people’s advice would been putting it mildly, as I always do what feels best for me. All love, and I hope you never forget . . . Jay Baby.

  I opened the jewelry box, and sure enough, it wasn’t the necklace I had chosen. I could only smile, thinking back to yesterday. Who would have ever thought that Jimmy Choo was my preference, but now, Jaylin Rogers was my addiction.

  The End

  Book Club Meeting

  “Joyce, that was an interesting story and I like how you were able to get Jaylin to spill his guts to you,” Chyna said. “I had somewhat of the same experience with him, and I was surprised that he’d told me about his childhood.”

  “I know,” Joyce countered. “He didn’t dig that far back, but I appreciated him giving me the scoop about what was going on. The sex we had probably did way more for me than it did for him, but he did seem rather relaxed. Sometimes with men, all they want is for you to lend them your ears. They want to be heard, and we get so ahead of ourselves, thinking that sex is the only thing that matters to them. You have to be willing to bring good conversation to the table and dig deep into what he says. Whether you like what he says or not, an honest man is one that you can definitely appreciate. I love Jaylin on the strength of him being honest.”

  There wasn’t one woman in the room that disagreed. We were all pretty much on the same page with this subject, but the problem was getting men to be honest.

  “They’d rather lie and have you believing those lies. Just give me a choice, that way when the chips fall where they may, I have no one to blame but myself. Joyce, before we move on. Why didn’t you model that lingerie for Jaylin?” A lady inquired. “His request was harmless to me and I would have strutted my stuff, and then made him take me to the hotel room right then and there.”

  Joyce laughed and she asked the women by a show of hands, how many women would have modeled the lingerie for a man they didn’t know. A few hands went up, and when she switched it to if the man was Jaylin, several more hands hit the air.

  “I’m sorry, but that would have never worked for me,” Joyce said. “I’m not insecure about my body or anything, but that was taking it too far. Besides, if I would have presented myself as being an easy catch, I probably would have never gotten my necklace.”

  Joyce loosened the top button on her shirt and showed everyone the diamond necklace Jaylin had given to her. Many rushed out of their seats to look at it.

  “Beautiful,” one lady said, checking it out.

  “You are too lucky,” another said.

  “Tuh,” the snippy tone of one woman chiming in said. “All I got was several orgasms from him, but I can’t say that I’m mad about that. As I think more about it, no I’m not mad. Never.”

  Obviously, the woman had something on her mind that she wanted to say. These stories were coming back-to-back and I was starting to believe that we’d be here all night. Everyone took their seats and got ready to listen to Shelyse tell why diamonds were no longer a girl’s best friend, cumming was.

  Here I Cum

  Shelyse Tate

  As the raindrops hit the window, all I could think about was the night before. I never thought I would do anything as explicit as I did on a first date. The sexual tension between us was that explosive. I found myself imagining what it would be like to fuck him as soon as he sat down at the table for our date. What would he think or do if I gave him a little taste of me? I was so anxious to get our date moving so I could put my imagination to work.

  During dinner, I sat watching him devour his meal. His succulent lips were perfect and I contemplated him using that fiery tongue of his to lick my pussy. Just thinking about it made me clench my legs together to control the throbbing that began. God, it’s getting worse, I thought, as I eased my hand under the table, wondering if I could ease the tension without him knowing. Just a little further and I would be there. Relieved from my own touch, I released a deep “Ah.” Yes, right there. I couldn’t wait to have his fingers, tongue and dick introduced to this very spot.

  I looked up and caught his eyes staring at me in a seductive trance. They were very addictive, and it made me wonder what he was thinking. Was he as anxious to fuck as I was? Not make love or have sex, because I needed a man like him to FUCK me. I wondered if he was into toys, role play, or bondage? How freaky would he want to get? Anything would be fine with me, as long as it wasn’t too painful.

  Sitting opposite of Jaylin, I began to feel light feathery touches travel up my leg. At first, I thought it was a bug crawling on me, then I realized it was him. As he stared into my eyes, his foot traveled up my leg and under my dress. It stopped at the doors of my pussy that was so ready to invite him in. I was surprised by his actions and the touch of his toe caused me to jump. He smirked a devilish grin, and through my panties, he began to move his toe in a circular pattern. All I could do was sit stunned as my juices began to flow. I couldn’t believe that he was actually toe fucking my love spot and I was enjoying it. My eyes fluttered from his performance, and to arouse me even more, he whispered what he intended to do with me, once we were alone. Just the thought of those things made me widen my legs and move my pussy nearer. It wasn’t long before I was about to cum. Yes, right here…right now in a restaurant! Maybe being in a public place was so risqué that it made the orgasm so fiery that my body began to shake. I squeezed my eyes and muffled my lips, wondering how did he know I needed that so badly?

  Somehow, we managed to get through dinner without anymore teasing, and after finishing our meal he wiped his mouth and gazed at me from across the table. “Shelyse, are you ready to leave?”

  I didn’t answer, but my eager look into his eyes provided a response. I picked up my purse and expeditiously made my way out of the restaurant, knowing he would follow. By the time I had reached my Candy Apple Red, Naughty Volvo S60, Jaylin had caught up with me in the near empty parking garage. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me towards him and began planting kisses all over my steaming body. First, he used his tongue to trace my lips. Then he began to suck my tongue with such force that it made my other lips quiver. I wanted to let out a scream. The intenseness was building again, and I could feel a second orgasm coming my way. To calm myself, I bit his lower lip and that’s when he backed me up to the hood of my car. His hand eased up my thighs, and before I knew it, he pulled my panties aside and danced around my insides with his fingers.

  “Why . . . why are you so wet like this?” he whispered between kisses.

  “You don’t have to ask, do you? It’s because of you, baby, only you.”

  No doubt, he liked my answer. He wrapped my legs around his waist and all I could do was savor the ride. I could feel his hard dick poking at my pussy through his pants. He rubbed my hips, then pulled my dress up and removed my panties to gain better access to what he wanted. Having a clear sight of my pussy, he then unbuttoned his pants, causing them to hit the ground. My eyes popped wide open and my kitty started to purr even more. I couldn’t help but reach out to touch his meat.

  “Wow,” I said, stroking him. “I’m impressed. Long and hard, just how I like it.”

  He winked. “And I would
n’t serve it to you any other way.”

  His tool was original and had to be at least nine-plus inches long. Damn this was going to be a hell of a ride, I could feel it! Yes, I could, and as soon as his tool busted me wide open, I felt all of it. I slightly backed up from the feeling, causing Jaylin to halt his movements. He held my waist while gazing into my eyes. “Calm those pussy muscles and I won’t have no problem getting in. Trust and believe.”

  I felt at ease with him, and his dick going inside me was like an airplane gliding in for a perfect landing. I tightened my legs just above his ass to receive more of that nine, and then some. At first, I didn’t think I was going to be able to handle Jaylin, but I quickly found out a women’s body is made for whatever it needs and I needed this. It needed for him to navigate his goods in and out of me, just so I could reach that peak I never reached before. His pace increased and I began to feel pin pricks in my toes. The feeling in my toes proceeded to migrate upward like ants on a sugar cookie. Really, really sweet. The feeling hit my G-spot, and after one more good long stroke, I was on the verge of a major explosion.

  “Yes, right there,” I gasped, moaned and shouted. “Right . . . right there!” I coated his shaft with my juices, and jerked forward to tighten my arms around his neck.

  Jaylin pecked my cheek, and then moved his lips over to my ear. “You want another one? I’m not finished yet, so hang tight.” I wasn’t sure I could take anymore, but the feel of hard steel, still inside of me, keep me motivated. He pumped my insides slow, and I reached around him, gripping his sexy ass. My nails pressed harder and I couldn’t believe that I was about to cum again. My heart raced and I shouted, “Yes!”

  “Let’s do this together,” Jaylin requested while sweating profusely. “I’m almost there, baby, so hold that shit until the last moment.”

  Since I was ready to cum, the only thing I could think to do was count and hope the end was near. “Right now,” he said in a soft tone that weakened my body. “Let it flow.”