by J L Sapphire
Chapter 3 “It’s about time you got down here. How was your massage?” Dionne asked Summer as she got comfortable on a beach chair?”
“It was fine,” Summer replied. She was still trying to catch her breath and get her breathing back to normal after her interaction with Mekhi.
Dionne peered at her from over the rim of her sunglasses. “Just okay? Because he damn near had me speaking in tongues up in that massage room.”
That statement piqued Summer’s interest. Mekhi told her that he never acted the way he had with her with any of his other clients. Had that been a lie? And even if he had, why was she irritated by the thought of him touching her cousin the way he’d touched her.
“Why do you say that; what did he do to make the massage so spectacular,” Summer asked, attempting to look and sound nonchalant as she picked up her cell phone and tapped the screen to check her messages although she was curious to know if Mekhi had given Dionne the same kind of massage he’d given her.
Dionne gave her a knowing look. “Do I detect a little jealousy? Calm down, Ms. Thang. Nothing inappropriate happened, the man is just really good at his job, that’s all. Don’t you think so? And don’t lie because your facial expressions tell all and right now your face is saying that man got you a little hot and bothered.”
“Girl, bye,” Summer scoffed. “Your mind is always in the gutter. Mekhi is good at his job, I can’t deny him that; but he does not have me hot and bothered in any way, shape, form, or fashion,” she answered before quickly looking away so that her cousin couldn’t see that she was lying through her teeth. A red glow flushed her rich caramel colored cheeks as she blushed while thinking about Mekhi running his hands between her thighs, nearly touching her honey pot.
“Mmm hmm, a lie don’t care who tells it. Something done happened while you were in there and you might as well tell me now, because I’m not going to leave you alone until you do. You sitting over there blushing like the man gave you an orgasm or something.”
“Hell, he almost did,” Summer blurted out.
“I knew it,” Dionne squealed. I read facial expressions like a pro and yours is saying you’ve got a crush on ol’ boy.”
“I wouldn’t call it a crush. He just…” Summer’s voice trailed off and she shivered, recalling Mekhi’s admission that he wanted to do her right there on the massage table. No man had ever been that blunt with her before, and while she was normally put off by men who immediately stated their sexual intentions with her, something about Mekhi had her intrigued and curious. She’d had to talk herself out of climbing her ass back up on that table and spreading her legs, giving him access to her nookie.
“He just what?” Dionne pressed curiously.
“He just…his hands all over me had me damn near ready to offer him some sex. I won’t lie, I’m still feeling a little horny after Justin cut our sexy time short before we broke up, and having a man touch me like that just had me feeling some type of way.”
“Let me find out you got a happy ending massage?” Dionne told her, after taking a sip of her coke.
Summer blushed again. “I didn’t quite get a happy ending, but another few minutes and I probably would have, because Lord Jesus, that man is fine,” she said while fanning herself.”
“You so nasty…and I’m jealous,” Dionne told her.
“So have you been in the water yet,” Summer asked. “This heat and sun are just so disrespectful right now. I think I might go for a little swim so I can cool off.”
“We both know why your ass is so damn hot and it has nothing to do with the weather,” Dionne teased.
“Ooh, you get on my nerves. I knew I shouldn’t have told you anything.”
“I only make you sick because I know you so well.”
Summer ignored Dionne and turned her attention to a group of shirtless men who were playing football several feet in front of them. She took her sunglasses off so she could get a better look as she admired all the different shades of brown-skinned men as they tossed the ball back and forth. Now I know where all the fine men are hiding out at…here in Miami , she thought to herself.
As if reading her mind, Dionne said, “Girl, are you seeing all this sexy brown flesh walking around here? I think I might need to relocate to Miami, sheesh.”
The two ladies continued to watch the men play football while ogling and lusting over them. The man who was acting as the quarterback brought the football up high, near his ear as he prepared to release the ball. He took a slight skip forward as he threw the ball, his biceps glistening with sweat under the bright rays of the sun. The player who he’d intended to throw the ball to dived forward to catch the ball, but it slipped through his hands and instead rolled towards Summer and Dionne.
Summer’s eyes bulged when she realized that the man running towards them to retrieve the ball was Mekhi.
“Well, well, well…isn’t that the hot masseuse who nearly made you cream your Vicky’s Secrets earlier?” Dionne teased.
The ball stopped at her feet and she leaned forward and picked it up, preparing to throw it to him before he could make it all the way over to her. She wasn’t ready to face him yet after that massage he’d given her earlier. However, because of Mekhi’s long legs and strides, he made it over to her before she could throw it.
“Excuse me, ladies. Sorry about that,” he began as reached for the ball. Recognition registered on his face when he realized the woman holding the football was Summer.
“Well, we meet again, and so soon,” he said, smiling down at her. Summer’s black bikini left little to the imagination and he was glad he was wearing his Avaitor classic Ray-bans, so she couldn’t see that his eyes were traveling the length of her body. He scanned her long legs and he had to resist the urge to lick his lips as his eyes lingered at the v between her thighs. He allowed his eyes to roam up higher and he appreciated the way her breasts filled her bikini top. What he wouldn’t give to let his tongue and fingers glide over the swell of her bosom at that moment.
“Good Lord, this woman is sexy,” he thought to himself.
Summer was simultaneously doing her own assessment of Mekhi. As she’d suspected earlier, the man had the perfect lean, muscle-toned body. She briefly did a mental count of the sheet of muscles which formed his six pack abs before her eyes dropped lower. She’d been trying to keep a straight face and not give away the fact that she was seriously lusting over him, but when she noticed the bulge in the center of his black mesh shorts, she couldn’t help but gawk at him. As best she could tell, Mekhi was packing something serious between his legs.
She’d often heard her teacher friends talking about the ‘eggplant Friday’ hashtag, which was popular on Instagram, and now she understood why they made such a big deal about it. Mekhi’s dick print was very large and visible through the flimsy material and was the stuff every freaky woman’s dreams were made of.
“You see something you like?” she heard Mekhi ask.
She blinked as she tried to get herself together, embarrassed that he’d caught her staring at his manhood. “Huh?”
Mekhi chuckled. “I asked if you were going to give me the ball or hold it all day?”
“Oh…I-I’m sorry,” Summer stuttered. I’m trippin.’
“Are any of your buddies over there single?” Dionne asked.
“Yes, all of them are, as a matter of fact,” Mekhi answered, his gaze still trained on Summer.
“Then, you two will have to excuse me while I go get my mack on. I’ll take this while I’m going,” she said, taking the football from Summer’s hands and heading over to where the other men were impatiently waiting for Mekhi to return with the ball.
“May I sit down?” Mekhi asked.
“Aren’t you in the middle of a game?”
He waved nonchalantly in the direction of his friends. “I was getting tired and anyway, judging by the way they’ve all crowded around your friend, I don’t think any of them are focused on football right now,” Mekhi said as he sat down
in Dionne’s chair.
Summer shook her head as she watched Dionne soaking up all the attention that she was getting from Mekhi’s friends.
“Nice bikini,” Mekhi said, looking in her direction.
Summer looked down at her brand new black, Freya Fever padded bikini top, which she’d bought with the intention of wearing for Justin. “It’s just a basic black swimsuit…nothing special,” she said.
“The body inside it is very special, not to mention sexy,” Mekhi responded.
“Thank you,” Summer said shyly.
“How long have you been out here?” Mekhi asked, staring at her intently.
“After my massage, I stopped by the room and changed, then I came straight out here, so maybe about thirty minutes or so.”
“Did you put on sunscreen?”
Summer wrinkled her brow. “No. I never use sunscreen…I didn’t think Black people needed it anyway.”
Mekhi shook his head in disagreement. “While the amount of melanin and our darker pigments do provide us with a little more protection that white people, we still need to get in the habit of protecting our skin with at least an SPF 30 sunscreen when we’re out in the sun for long periods of time. Here,” Mekhi said while reaching into the pockets of his shorts. “Turn over and lie down on your stomach,” he instructed as he removed a small bottle of sunscreen and twisted the cap open.
For the second time that day, Summer laid down on her stomach as Mekhi rubbed her body down, this time with sunscreen.
“Here, I’ll let you do the front. If I do it, you might just end up calling the police on me for sexual harassment out here,” he whispered close to her ear.
Maybe I want you to sexually harass me , Summer thought as she took the bottle from his hands. She poured some of the liquid into her hands and rubbed it over her chest, arms, and legs, intentionally taking her time since she knew Mekhi was watching her.
“God, you’re killing me, woman,” Mekhi mumbled under his breath but loud enough for her to hear him.
“All done, thanks for the sunscreen and the tip. I‘ll make sure I use it from now on,” Summer told him. She twisted the cap back onto the bottle and gave it back to him.
They sat in silence for several minutes as they watched Mekhi’s friends show off for Dionne, who was standing off to the side acting as cheerleader while they continued their game.
“So, Ms. Summer, what are you getting into later on, if you don’t mind me asking?”
Summer shrugged. “I don’t know, is there something in particular that I should be doing? I mean, this is your city, so what would you suggest I get into tonight?”
“Well, there’s going to be a Caribbean themed beach party down at The Anderson tonight until ten. There will be lots of food and reggae music…you wanna go?”
“Can Dionne come with us?”
“Sure if she wants…I was kind of hoping to spend time with you alone, though.”
“I’m not sure if it’s a good idea for me to be alone with you, Mr….what’s your last name, anyway?”
“It’s Harrington, and why isn’t it a good idea…you afraid of me?”
“No, I’m not afraid of you. I just…”
“You’re afraid that you might be tempted to act on the inappropriate thoughts you were having about me earlier, aren’t you?” Mekhi interrupted her.
Damn, what is he, a mind reader? “Who said I’ve been having inappropriate thoughts about you? Cocky, much?” Summer scoffed.
Mekhi leaned closer to her. “First of all, the eyes are a window into the soul- they will always reveal our innermost feelings and thoughts, even if we don’t have the nerve to speak our wants and desires. Second, that’s too bad, because I’ve definitely been having them about you, and I’ve been called cocky a time or two, but I wouldn’t say that’s what I am. I prefer to say I’m confident.”
“What kind of thoughts have you been having about me, aside from wanting to screw me on the massage table?” Summer asked curiously.
“The kind that would have you squirming all over the bed, clenching the sheets in your fists, biting your lip, and begging me not to stop sexing you all at the same time,” Mekhi answered in a very straightforward manner.
Summer swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat before she spoke. She hadn’t expected Mekhi to respond the way he had. “So, you just say whatever you want, huh? And, you don’t think bragging on your sexual skills is cocky?”
“You asked, and I’m not a beat-around-the-bush type of guy. And again, I’m confident, not cocky, babe.” He winked at her and suppressed a grin as Summer tried to act unaffected by his words.
Summer decided to change the subject because she’d suddenly started sweating, and it wasn’t necessarily because of the sun glaring down on them. “Okay, I’ll go to the reggae party with you. I have mase if you try to get out of hand with me.”
Mekhi held his hands up. “I promise to be a gentleman and keep my hands to myself…unless you ask me to touch you, Summer.”
“Okay.” Summer gave him her cell phone number and room number. “Call me when you’re on your way and I’ll meet you in the lobby. I don’t want Dionne all up in my business.”
“Will do. Well, I guess I’ve taken up enough of your time. I’m gonna get back over here. I’ll see you later.”
Mekhi got up and started off in the direction of his friends. Summer admired his physique as she watched him walk away. The back of his body was as impressive as the front. Lord have mercy! It should be against the law for a man to be so fine , she said under her breath. What had she gotten herself into agreeing to go out with him later?
The sexual chemistry between them was apparent, but she wasn’t one for casual sex, especially with strangers. But sex with Mekhi was exactly what remained on her mind for the rest of the day. She would do her best to keep her vajayjay on lockdown while on her date with Mekhi tonight. She made up her mind that she wouldn’t give in to his seductive charm…but would the rest of her body cooperate?
***
“Did you enjoy the reggae party?” Mekhi asked as he slid into the drivers seat of his car after opening the door for Summer.
The party was still in full swing when they left, but after dancing non-stop almost from the time they’d arrived, Summer was tired and ready to go.
“Yes, I haven’t had so much fun in a long time. Thank you for taking me. Dionne is going to hate that she missed it.”
“That’s good. Are you hungry?”
“Not really,” Summer said lazily as she leaned her head back against the headrest. She didn’t party and go out often and during the school year, she was normally in bed by nine o’clock. With it being after eleven, she was struggling to keep her eyes open.
“Look at you, you’re over there about to go to sleep on me already.”
“I’m not sleepy,” Summer said while trying to stifle a yawn.
“Good, because I have one more place I want to take you.”
“And where would that be?”
“You’ll see. We’ll be there in about ten minutes.”
“Okay, I’ll just sit over here and rest my eyes until we get there.”
Mekhi laughed and shook his head at her attempts to deny how sleepy she was. “So, what does Summer do for a living back home in the ATL?” he asked, attempting to keep her awake.
“I’m a fourth grade English teacher.”
“Wow…I wouldn’t have figured you’d be a teacher.”
“And why is that?” Summer asked.
“I’ve never had any teachers as pretty as you. I’m sure your students have a hard time focusing.”
“Well, I teach little boys in elementary school…they have a hard time paying attention anyway.”
“True.”
“So, what about you? How did you come to be a masseuse, of all things?”
“Why you gotta say it like that?”
“Say it like what?”
“You said ‘of all things’ like it’
s a bad thing?”
“As good as you are with your hands…it’s definitely not a bad thing. I just wondered if that’s what you always wanted to be when you grew up, that’s all.”
“Well, actually, my real job is as an athletic trainer at Booker T. Washington High. This masseuse thing is just a summer gig while school is out. That better?” he asked with smirk on his face.
“I really didn’t mean to imply that there was anything wrong with you being a masseuse, but I can actually see you as an athletic trainer.”
The two of them talked about their jobs and hobbies as Mekhi drove. Summer rested her head on the headrest again and willed her eyes to stay open, but she lost the battle and they closed. Ten minutes later, he stopped the car and killed the engine.
“Wake up, sleepy head,” he said as he lightly shook Summer. “We’re here.”
Summer opened her eyes. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you. I guess I was a little more tired than I thought.” She looked around at their surroundings and wrinkled her brow in confusion when she saw all the large boats lined up in front of her.
“Wait, why are we here because I am not about to get on anybody’s boat,” she exclaimed.
“Why not?”
“Umm, because I saw Titantic and that was all I needed to see to know not to ever get my Black ass on a damn boat.”
“I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise,” Mekhi told her.
Summer arched a brow at him. “Didn’t anybody ever tell you that you shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep?”
“Yes, and this promise, I assure you I can keep. Now come on.”
Reluctantly, Summer got out of the car. She had a bad feeling about this, but she didn’t want to seem like a wimp.
Mehki, sensing her nervousness, grabbed her hand in his and held it tightly. “I won’t let anything bad happen to you, trust me,” he assured her.
They walked down the boat dock until they came to the biggest boat Summer had ever seen. “Wow, this boat is huge. Is this yours?” she asked Mekhi.
