“You’re quiet,” Corey asked, as I followed her down the fourth-floor hallway to her room.
I just couldn’t believe how much could go wrong in just a couple of hours. First the airline lost my luggage and then we arrived to the hotel to find my reservation had been canceled. It was as if it wasn’t bad enough that I had planned the trip with a girlfriend and now had to take on solo.
Getting out of town seemed like a good idea to get my mind off of Tasha. The 4th Annual Southern Black Lesbian Association Conference had began earlier in the afternoon. SBLA members, family, friends, and fellow lady lovers had come together for the long weekend to socialize, share tips about everything from hair care to same-sex adoption, and all in all have a good time with concerts, talk forums, and, best of all, parties.
Corey reached out to one of the organizers with the idea of taking our popular video blog to the live stage. They loved the idea. We had four appearances scheduled and VIP access to the conference. I was excited to have the opportunity to get more exposure for the vlog, something we started just for fun that had grown into a second income. I was even more excited to have the opportunity to get to know new people.
But, the drama with Tasha was stuck on my mind. I was quiet, thinking of everything I wanted this trip to be for our relationship. It was a business trip, which didn’t help my argument that I didn’t spend almost every waking moment working in some aspect, but more than anything, a long weekend in Houston was an opportunity for the two of us to get away together. I thought a little adventure in a new environment would be good for us, not
knowing simultaneously to me planning our weekend getaway she was thinking of a way to tell me she wanted to leave me to pursue a relationship with the father of her unborn child.
“Just tired,” I shrugged, holding back the truth. I’d spent the last weeks purging my feelings to anyone who could stand listening. My friends did their best to lift my spirits with a firm pat on the back and a stiff drink, but nothing helped. I didn’t want to burden Corey with another ‘why doesn’t she love me’ rant. The ongoing waves of depression overwhelmed me only to let up for a little while to make room for anger and regret. The ebb and flow of emotions made my stomach ache.
“Yea. I’m going to try to catch a nap before we have to go to our first appearance. If you want I can take the chair and you can sleep in the bed,” Corey offered.
After finding out my reservation had been canceled and the hotel was sold out because of the conference, my friends jumped to help me out. Well, Corey and Aaliyah did. Val didn’t want to close the door on any impromptu hook-ups by having an extra guest in her room. And after an intense game of rock, paper, scissors, Corey’s rock lost to Aaliyah’s paper three times in a row to complete a quick round of best out of five.
Out of the two of them I would have preferred sharing a bed with Aaliyah. Sleeping in the same bed with Corey seemed like continuing to bathe with my brother after realizing the difference between boys and girls was more than Barbie dolls vs. Hot Wheels.
“It’s cool. It’s your room. I can take the chair.”
“I mean it’s a king size bed. We can share. I’m just trying to make sure you’re comfortable.” Corey sat down her luggage, “I can’t believe they canceled your reservation.”
I confessed with a heavy heart, “I made the hotel reservation with Tasha’s credit card. She probably called and canceled after we broke up. I didn’t even realize until just a second ago or else I would have called and checked on my room before I showed up and embarrassed myself. Everything about this entire situation, just makes me feel like an idiot.”
Corey shook her head, “I know the feeling. My ex did that shit to me. Cheated with some dude and got pregnant. Told me she wasn’t happy. Wasn’t really gay. Wasn’t really trying to have anything serious. You know all the things someone tells you when they want to ease the guilt they have for stringing you along and breaking your heart. A year after she broke up with me to go be with her baby daddy, this dumb ass girl shows up on my doorstep with the baby in her arms wanting to get back together. This dude that she was so in love with decided he wasn’t ready for a family, so he pawned all their shit, including the baby’s crib so he could move to Miami. Then, suddenly, she sees the flaws in her ways and realizes I was the one for her all along.”
The nerve of some women, I thought. It was crazy to think Tasha wasn’t the only one, cheating on a woman willing to do anything for her with some dude who didn’t care enough about her to make sure he pulled out. I imagined what it might feel like to be in the situation Corey found herself in. I thought of Tasha standing on my porch with her baby hanging from her hip, begging me to let her inside and give her another chance. Fuck that shit, I thought. Love made me do plenty of really stupid things, but I refused to let anyone, including Tasha, skip in and out of my life.
“Thinking about that shit used to hurt my feelings,” Corey shrugged. “Dealing with a cheater gets to you. You wonder what you did wrong and what you could have done differently. It was hard to look at myself and self-reflect, but after thinking about it, I realized she was the one who missed out. At the end of the day, she was just a trifling bitch.”
I nodded, “You’re a cool chick, Corey. For real. You don’t deserve that shit.”
“I was talking about you,” she smiled. “You’re a good woman, Regina. You don’t have to take shit from some stupid ass girl.”
“I guess you’re right,” I blushed. I sat on the bed and looked around the room, “This room is pretty dope. You sure you don’t mind if I stay here with you?”
“You’re my boy,” Corey smiled.
*
I took a deep breath and tried to scrounge up enough energy to go on the stage set up for the four of us. Nap time hadn’t gone well for me. I spent two hours tossing and turning, thinking about Tasha and the endless line-up of appearances scheduled within the next few days. Worrying about both made me an emotional wreck. Peaking out to see the crowd that gathered to see us, I was seconds away from having a panic attack.
“It’s show time,” Corey said, patting me on the back.
I pulled myself away from my emotional wreckage and tried to focus on the moment. We had business to handle. Getting caught in my feeling wouldn’t do anything but ruin the show and any chance of impressing the crowd of people enough to tune in on a regular basis.
I looked at Corey, “Did you go over the talking points with Val? We don’t have time for her to go off on one of her tangents”
“Of course,” Corey reassured me. I could always trust Corey to pick up my slack. In the last few weeks, she had practically been my right hand, keeping the girls on schedule, contacting advertisers, and even editing footage when I was too depressed about my failed relationship to get out of bed. She told me, “Whether or not she actually goes along with the talking points is an entirely different issue.”
“Between the two of us, I’m sure we can keep her on track,” I said, just as Val walked towards me with a drink in her hand. Her breath wreaked of alcohol, which was a huge indicator that she had no intention to behave.
“I’m looking good. Feeling good.” Val smiled and threw her hands up, seemingly celebrating her over-sized ego, “They’re going to be throwing panties on the stage for your boy.”
I rolled my eyes, “Whatever man. Just don’t say anything stupid.”
“Please,” Aaliyah reinforced. She tapped at her phone, probably toggling between social media sites. She announced, “We have one of the casting assistants for Ellen checked in, already. Doo Wop, the lesbian rap group is here. I need y’all on your best behavior. If you make me look bad, I will circumcise you.”
“What the fuck,” Val laughed.
Corey must have sensed the tension building inside of me. She threw her arm around my shoulder and told me, “We got this. Let’s go, kids.”
The applause was overwhelming. It was a huge difference from filming videos in the den at Aaliyah’s mom’s house. I settled in my seat, smiling nervously, with two hundred sets of eyes staring back at me. My voice shook when it was my turn to introduce myself, but my friends were on top of their game.
Aaliyah lead us into our next segment, taking questions from our online followers. I was shocked when the first question was aimed at me, “Reggie, do you think you’re ready to move on after your break-up?”
I smiled nervously, feeling my cheeks turn red, “Wow. I wasn’t expecting that question, at all.”
“I think you’re ready, bro,” Val nodded, trying to help me get pass my nerves. The question threw me off, but I couldn’t let my shock steal away from the excitement of the show.
Aaliyah took after Val’s lead, allowing me another minute to gather my thoughts, “Its been like a month. It takes time to get over someone, don’t you think?”
“Wait,” I interjected. I definitely was still not over Tasha, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I allowed the dozens of women in the crowd know that. I took a deep breath and let my alter ego take over. Regina was quiet and insecure. Reggie, the woman the crowd was used to seeing on online videos and the person I was comfortable being around my friends and no one else, stepped on stage. “I’m completely over my ex-girlfriend. Let’s just get that clear right now.”
“I love you, Reggie,” someone screamed from nowhere in particular.
“Where’d that come from,” I giggled, feeling more at ease. I put my hands over my eyes like binoculars and looked into the crowd. There was at least a dozen women waving trying to get my attention.
“Next question,” Aaliyah announced. “Val, would you stay friends with one of your boys if you found out they were dating or had dated another stud before?”
“If one more person asks me that question, I’m going to explode,” Val groaned and rolled her eyes. “No matter how many times people ask and take to Twitter telling me I’m a heartless asshole, my opinion is not going to change. The shit is weird.”
I rolled my eyes, feeling annoyed. Not so much by the question, what the hell did I care who was sleeping with who when it wasn’t with me. I was more annoyed about Val’s need to rant any time anyone mentioned two studs dating. I didn’t understand why she was so passionate about it. What did it matter?
Of course, her overreaction only made people ask more, hoping she’d say something dumber than the last time. I was bored with it, though, having had to sit through a ten minute rant about stud on stud relationships during our last four live shows on top of every other entry on our video blog. Why can’t we talk about something else?
Aaliyah tried to incorporate Corey and I into the conversation, “Have either of you ever dated another stud?”
I shook my head, “Not my style. There’s nothing wrong with it, but I like women…”
“Exactly,” Val pointed at me, as if I proved her point that a stud should never find herself attracted to another stud because they were less womanly then more feminine girls.
“You’re a woman, dude. An ugly one, but you’re a woman,” I joked. I finished my statement, “I’m just particular. I like women, who get their nails done and hair done. And I mean, I like to see some booty. You can’t do that when a chick is sagging and shit.”
“I don’t care what y’all say,” Aaliyah laughed, “There’s nothing better than seeing a nice ass in a pair of boxer briefs.”
The crowd cheered. Aaliyah and her over the top personality worked well in front of a crowd. Val, too, even though she used our unique platform to show the world that she was just another pretty face with nothing very intelligent to say. Even Corey, who had initially been against the idea of starting a video blog that featured the four of us discussing issues unique to the lesbian community, was unafraid to show her personality, which revolved around her intelligence and outspoken spirit, “I’ve dated a few studs, here and there. There’s not much of a difference. One of them even left me for a dude. Same old same.”
“But, you’re not the same type of guy as me, Corey,” Val said.
I burst out laughing, “Dude, you’re not a man. How many times do I have to tell you that?”
“You know what I mean, though. Me and Corey are like complete opposites.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Corey chuckled.
“It’s not. You’re just sensitive.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Aaliyah said. “Some ladies like a sensitive woman. Isn’t that right ladies?”
The cheers echoed in the room. The rest of the show went off without a hitch. The crowd laughed and cheered as if on cue. When we left the stage, the cheering sounded like thunder. The smile on my face stretched from ear to ear, happy with the results.
*
“What’d you think about the show,” Corey asked, tugging at the buttons on her shirt, once we returned to the hotel room.
“It was great. We had a good turnout and a good reaction from the crowd, even though Val acted an ass.” I looked down at my phone and read a quick invitation to attend a party exclusive to the conference’s VIPs. I forwarded the message to Aaliyah, who was in charge of the itinerary. The party looked interesting enough, but Aaliyah knew who we needed to be rubbing elbows with to help with promoting our show. I looked up at Corey to tell her about our plans for the night and she was half-naked, down to a tight pair of boxer briefs and matching sports bra.
She leaned over the bed, digging through her suitcase, “I didn’t expect that many people to come out, but it was pretty cool. I can’t wait to see what craziness will be going on tonight. Did you hear all those girls yelling at us? So wild.”
I felt suddenly warm, unable to take my eyes off the roundness of her ass and the curve of her hips. I truly couldn’t believe a body like that had been hiding behind loose fitted jeans and baggy t-shirts. Corey said something, but I was so mesmerized by her milk chocolate thighs that I didn’t hear her. She turned around, her full breasts struggling to stay contained in the sports bra covering them, and asked, “What are you wearing?”
I licked my lips and let my eyes scan her fit body one more time before looking away and trying to regain my composure. I stumbled over my words, “Ummm…I don’t know. I really only have what I’m wearing right now.”
Corey raised her eyebrow. She looked confused like she noticed the way I was gawking and didn’t understand. I prayed she wouldn’t call me out on it, but she did, turning her attention back to her suitcase, “Stop staring at my ass. That’s gay as hell.”
“What,” I shrieked, pretending to be offended by her accusation.
She turned around, throwing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt towards me, “I don’t know if you can fit that.”
“My ass isn’t as big as yours, so these jeans are going to be around my ankles by the end of the night,” I said flirtatiously. I couldn’t believe I’d actually said that. After months without any action, seeing her ass was doing things to me. I wasn’t usually so forward with women, but this was one of my best friends and it was too easy to disguise my flirting in the form of a joke.
Corey rolled her eyes. Her cheeks became suddenly tinted with the redness of embarrassment. She looked at me and teased, “So, you’re basically admitting to looking at my ass.”
I licked my lips, again. Hell, I couldn’t help it. Corey looked good and my mind kept jumping to thoughts I probably shouldn’t have been having about one of my friends. Definitely not one of my boys. I couldn’t help it, though, “So, what? I’m a booty man. Sue me.”
“Whatever,” she smiled, though she tried to hide it, turning away from me, again. “Try those on.”
I looked towards the bathroom and considered getting dressed in there like any reasonable human being would. Then I caught another glance of Corey’s hourglass figure. Fuck it,
thought, tugging at the belt around my waist. I was down to my boxers when I walked towards the bed, feeling like I might as well go for it. I didn’t think I had much to lose.
I pressed my pelvis into her back side and was surprised by Corey’s reaction. She reached back and grabbed my thighs to keep from falling over. I thrust forward, again and her grip tightened.
“You like that ” I chuckled, massaging my throbbing clit against her soft ass. I grabbed her waist and the winding of my hips intensified.
Corey let out a soft moan, “What are you doing?”
I didn’t answer because I didn’t know. She seemed equally clueless. It felt too damn good to stop, especially once she started winding to the same rhythm as me, making her ass bounce against me in a way that brought me to the brink of climaxing.
Corey pulled away, flipping around and sitting on the bed. She looked down at the ground, avoiding making eye contact with me, “What are you doing?”
“You want me to stop?”
She bit her bottom lip and looked up at me with wanting eyes. Not really, but we should was what I imagined her thinking. Fuck that, I thought. Regina wouldn’t dare keep on, but I left that moody bitch on the stage of our first appearance. Reggie was in the building and Reggie was not going to pass on the opportunity to touch a woman with a figure as amazing as Corey’s.
I was hot and bothered. She was there, looking too scared to make the first move. I stepped in between her legs, putting my hands into the front of my boxers, cupping my hot pussy in my hand. Corey licked her lips and placed her hands under my shirt, rubbing the muscles in my stomach.
“You wet for me,” she asked in a seductive voice.
“Yea,” I answered, as she wrapped her hands around me and squeezed my ass. I pulled down my boxers, just enough for her to see the wetness building between my legs. My clit jumped with anticipation and I couldn’t resist rubbing the soft nub.
Corey watched contently, as my fingers circled my clit. After a minute or two, she grew tired of watching and wanted to participate. She wrapped her thick lips around my clit, making my knees shake and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
With every tender kiss against my sweet pearl, I felt my excitement double. Her tongue dipped inside of me and I let out a low moan. She thrust her tongue in and out of me and the room filled with the sloppy sounds of sex.
“You’re so sweet,” Corey let out while taking a minute to catch her breath. I nudged the back of her head gently, coaxing her back into my tightness. She moaned, as my orgasm splashed against her tongue.
“Fuck that feels good,” I groaned, watching her lap up the juices beginning to roll down my inner thigh.
I enjoyed her lips, but I preferred giving more than receiving. I pushed her back on the bed and practically ripped away her boxers. Her crotch was flooded. I licked my lips and dove in, slurping down her sweetness.
She wiggled her hips, grinding her clit against my puckered lips. As sweet as she tasted, I wanted to feel her. I took two fingers and pushed through her wetness, burying my hand in the tightness of her pussy. She gasped for air, as I pushed deep inside her wet cave.
She reached down, trying to push away my hand. I thrust inside of her as hard as I could, making her throw her head back and moan. I did it, again, “Take it. Take that shit.”
Corey sang a sweet song of satisfaction, as I massaged the tightening flesh and sucked her swelling clit. I felt her muscles contract, as her body succumbed to an orgasm and started
fucking her with my fingers harder and deeper. My tongue swirled against her clit and I watched her face contort with the onset of pleasure.
“Reggie,” she gasped, again. Her toes curled and I felt her pussy convulse, again and again, as waves of orgasms overwhelmed her. She moaned, “God! Reggie! Reggie! Don’t stop.”
I had no intention, straining my fingers to reach deeper inside of her. With every thrust of my hand, her walls tightened around me a little more. I felt like I might cum myself, feeling her warm flesh gush with excitement. She squealed and I kept on, fucking her until her legs became weak and I knew she couldn’t take it anymore.
“Oh my gosh,” Corey sighed, touching the wetness between her thighs.
I licked her juices off my fingers and lay down next to her satisfied with my performance. I looked at her, “You feel so damn good.”
Corey blushed and laughed, “Let’s see how you feel.”
Before I knew it, she was on top of me, pinning down my arms. She kissed my neck. Corey whispered in my ear, as her fingers tickled the folds of my pussy, “You think I’m going to just let you punk me and not get my turn?”
I felt the tip of her finger tease my tight opening and lost my breath. I wasn’t the type of girl to lay on my back and take whatever was given to me. Maybe, Corey wasn’t either. I hadn’t considered how much I was pulling her out of her comfort zone before diving inside her.
I had only let one other woman penetrate me and I hated it. Tasha had never been interested in any type of reciprocation and other girls tried and failed to make me comfortable enough to let them inside.
I melted under Corey’s soft touch, though. My walls convulsed, as she continued tickling my hole. A part of me panicked at the thought of being naked and vulnerable. Something about spreading my legs and submitting to someone made me anxious like nothing else. Another
part of me wanted to know if an experience with Corey might be different. So far, she had given me a night to remember for the rest of my life.
My pussy swallowed the tip of her finger. I lost my breath, feeling her inch slowly towards my center. I felt like I might scream, but refused to let her take me out of my element more than she already had.
Corey massaged my slippery walls until my muscles relaxed. I let out a long sigh, feeling her push deeper into my insides, “God.”
She twisted her finger. I bit my bottom lip. I feared I might bite it off. I was feeling things I never felt before and never thought I’d feel. I saw stars. I felt butterflies fluttering happily in the pit of my stomach. I felt jolts of electric pleasure moving up to the crook of my neck and down to my curling toes. She thrust her finger hard inside of me and I couldn’t hold in my satisfaction any longer, letting out a long moan, “Ohh!”
“Take it,” she said with a sinister smile on her face.
I laughed, “You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”
She thrust her finger deeper and I was whimpering, trying to hold in the passion building in my stomach and chest. Corey smiled, “You like it. Just admit it.”
“I love it,” I confessed, closing my eyes and letting the feeling overwhelm my entire body.
Her strokes became faster and more intense. I felt like I was floating on a cloud, gripping the sheets on the bed. It was an out of body experience, almost unbelievable to hear the noises escaping my lips. Her fingers explored every nook and cranny of my insides until she found the spot that made my moans high pitched and strained.
My legs shook violently. I let out a loud moan, feeling myself explode, “Corey! God.”
Corey giggled, as I fell back onto the bed with my eyes closed, savoring the remnants of pleasure. She lay next to me, “That was hot.”
“That was amazing,” I sighed and pulled her close. My heart beat slowed and I began to relax. She played in my hair. Neither of us said anything. What the hell just happened, I thought with a smile on my face, as I started drifting to sleep.
*
A loud knock on the door ripped me away from the contentment of sleep. Corey jumped up and looked at the clock, “That’s probably Aaliyah.”
I jumped, too, panicking as my phone started ringing. We were both naked and the scent of sex lingered in the air. In my mind, we had basically been caught. I could only imagine the slew of questions Aaliyah might ask. How did this happen? When? Why? I wasn’t ready to be confronted about what happened between Corey and I, so the questions made my heart race with anxiety.
Aaliyah called out from the hallway, “Can y’all open the door?”
“Give me a minute,” Corey yelled back, scrambling around the room in the search of clothes. I rolled out of the bed and she started throwing clothes my way.
“A towel. I need a towel,” I whispered.
“Bathroom,” Corey instructed. She followed me, “A towel!”
Corey had an epiphany. She wrapped a towel around her waist and threw another on top of her head, as if she’d just stepped out of the shower. I was shocked and somewhat impressed on how quickly she fabricated a lie to hide our indiscretions.
“You’re not going to tell her, right?”
“No,” I quickly answered.
Aaliyah and I were cool, but she was not my go to person to talk about sexual conquests. Oddly enough that was Val and I surely wasn’t going to tell her about Corey and I, even though Corey’s performance was more than worthy of a little bragging.
Corey kissed me. I was not prepared to receive her kiss. It caught me off guard. Not just because she kissed me, but because the kiss felt so final. She tried to pull away to rush and grab the door. Aaliyah could wait one more minute. I figured if that moment in the bathroom was going to be our last, I wanted it to be good one. I kissed her, savoring her soft lips, tasting the remnants of my juices, and tickling the inside of her cheek with my tongue. She melted and moaned, before pulling away. She looked me in the eyes, smiled, and rushed out to tend to Aaliyah.
I closed the door and tried to wrap my mind around the craziness of the last few hours. I had slept with one of my best friends, with one of my boys, a woman I playfully referred to as my brother, who I played video games with and pick-up basketball games at the park every Saturday. And I stripped her naked and fucked her until she started to sweat. And let her inside of me.
The biggest shock was how much I enjoyed the experience with Corey. I chuckled at the thought. Even after just a few hours, I was feigning for her and thinking of what I’d do to her the next time we ended up naked and pressed against each other. I wanted another taste and another feel. While freshening up, I made up my mind that I was going to do whatever I could to get another opportunity to roll around in bed with Corey.
A loud bang on the door, made me jump out of my skin. Aaliyah hollered, “Hurry up! Ugh! Y’all are so slow.”
I cleaned myself up and threw on the clothes Corey let me borrow. Another deep breath and I willed myself out of the bathroom, looking as guilty as ever. Thankfully, Aaliyah didn’t notice, tapping at her phone and coordinating our night.
I announced, “I’m ready.”
“Good, let’s go.”
*
There was way too much going on in my head for me to enjoy all that was going on at the club. Memories of Corey’s lips wrapped around my clit and her fingers inside of me distracted me from the slew of women walking by me in short skirts and low cut blouses.
I downed another shot of vodka and tried to get out of my own head. Everyone could tell I was preoccupied. Every fifteen minutes, Aaliyah took a break from her duty as a social butterfly to check on me at the bar and Val came by every other song with a different lady to help me relax.
I wasn’t interested in any of those hoes. The only woman I found myself looking at was Corey, who kept her distance for the majority of the night. From my seat at the bar with a drink in my hand, I watched her from the corner of my eyes. And from the dance floor, she watched me.
Corey pretended to show interest in the women groveling for a dance. She danced with a few of them, grinding against one and rubbing her hands along some woman’s butt. All the while, though, her eyes stayed focused on me.
“Let’s go take pictures,” Aaliyah said, tugging my arm and forcing me off the bar stool I’d been perched at almost the entire night.
Standing made me feel drunk. I moved slowly, following her to the outdoor patio where Corey sat with some long legged beauty in her lap. She looked at me and dismissed the woman. Being drunk and not thinking completely clearly, I fought the urge to take the girl’s spot.
“Where’ve you been all night,” Val asked, throwing her arm over my shoulder.
I shrugged, “I’m kicking it.”
Corey stood to her feet, letting her jeans fall ever so slightly off her hips. My mouth watered catching a glimpse of her boxers. I didn’t want to seem pressed, but could not get the lust out of my eyes. I wanted her and hoped the party would be over soon, so we could have another moment alone in the hotel room.
Corey walked over, “Let’s take these picture.”
“Let’s see if I can keep my eyes open,” I joked, preparing to pose for the camera. Corey surprised me, standing behind me and pressing herself into my ass. I was suddenly so hot I thought I might pass out.
She whispered in my ear, “Smile, Reggie.”
I tried to stay focused on the pictures and not Corey, but I could smell the sweetness of her cologne. It drove me crazy. At least I knew Corey wouldn’t run off with another girl for the night. I just needed to survive a little longer at the club and then I could have my way with her.
Inside the club exploded with excitement. Aaliyah and Val both wanted to return to the revelry. I could have cared less. I drug my feet, promising to catch up with them.
“You alright,” Corey asked, once the others were too far away to hear our conversation.
I leaned against the wall and looked at her, “I’m good. Just not feeling the party. Everybody is messing with me tonight, but I’d rather be back at the hotel with you.”
Corey blushed and looked down at her feet, “Someone’s going to hear you.”
“So,” I shrugged and stepped towards her. I whispered into her ear, placing my hand on the small of her back. “I don’t care. You look so good. And you smell amazing. I’ve been thinking about you all night, you know?”
“Stop,” she said, pushing me away. The look in her eyes said something else all together. She looked at me like she felt the same way I felt, like her whole body was on fire.
I grabbed her and pulled her close, “I don’t care about anything or anyone else, Corey. I’m tired of tiptoeing around like I’m not crushing on you when I am. I probably sound like a crazy person right now, but you really put a spell on me earlier.”
Corey shoved me, making me take a step back. I was undeterred. I was actually a little turned on, stepping forward. I lay my head on her shoulder, smelling the sweetness of her perfume and whispering, “Stop fighting it. ‘Cause I know you feel it, too.”
We were like magnets whose attraction intensified with every second. Our lips moved closer together. I ran my tongue along her bottom lip, stealing her breath away. Corey whispered, “Stop playing with me, Reggie.”
I took a step back and looked into Corey’s eyes. She looked scared. I couldn’t understand why, “You want me to chill out? Just say it.”
“I don’t,” Corey sighed. “There lies my problem. I don’t even want to talk about this right now, Reggie.”
“Well, let’s go somewhere and talk,” I said, wanting to know what exactly was on her mind. I grabbed her hand, “Come on.”
Just as we turned to find somewhere quiet, Val appeared. I hadn’t noticed how drunk she was when we were taking pictures, but it was undeniable, watching her sway from side to side. Corey pulled her hand away from mine. Val smiled and pulled both of us closer to her, “What are y’all doing? There are so many girls in there. They’re looking for y’all.”
“We’re headed back to our room,” I said, not wanting to deal with Val. I didn’t care if she might suspect what was going on between the two of us. I didn’t care what she might think. I definitely didn’t care about the hoes trying to rub elbows with Corey and I to get closer to her. I wanted to talk to Corey and figure out what was going on with that look in her eyes.
“Why? It’s still early. It’s not even midnight.”
“Yea, I know.” I said nonchalantly, “I’m drunk. Corey has to take me back to our hotel room.”
“You’re drunk,” Val yelled, shaking my shoulders. “Bro! You turned all the way up this weekend.”
“I sure did,” I said unenthusiastically. “I’m so drunk and I need to sleep.”
Corey went along with me, “Yea, I got it, though, bro. You stay here and enjoy the party.”
“You sure,” Val asked. “I mean are you sure? ‘Cause I can help. You know you’re my boy, Reggie. You’re my homie. Like my best fucking friend.”
“I’m good, alright?” I laughed, “Cut out all that gay shit. We’ll catch up with you tomorrow morning.”
*
Corey was quiet during the taxi ride back to the hotel. On the elevator and even when we walked into the room. She sat down in the chair in the corner of the room. I sat on the bed, looking at her, wondering what was on her mind.
“You handled Val pretty well.”
I asked, “Is that why you’re so quiet?”
Corey winced and looked away, “I don’t want to get hurt, Reggie. I’m not the type to just sleep with any woman. I know its crazy for me to even mention this, but I’ve always had feelings for you. The moment we shared actually meant something to me. I’ve been waiting on that moment for years.”
I didn’t know what to say. Hearing her confess she had romantic feelings for me prior to us slipping into bed together was surprising. I wondered how I’d been so clueless not to notice before. Even with all the hurt I had experienced in the past, I believed her when she said she cared about me. Maybe, because we were friends and I knew her heart. Or maybe it was the glowing sincerity sitting in the corner of her eye.
“I’ve wanted to say something. I didn’t know how. And I was scared of how you might react.”
“Because we’re both studs?” I looked at her, “You know I don’t care about that shit. I mean, it’s not like I’ve ever dated a stud before, but I’m not like Val. I’m open-minded.”
“I know you’re not like her, but she’s your best friend. What would she think if she found out about us? What would you do if she criticized or ostracized the both of us?”
“Who gives a fuck what Val thinks? She’s an asshole. And if this is about what happened at the club and what I told her, I would have did the same thing if you were any other girl. Something as special as what’s going on between the two of us is worth protecting from my dumbass friends, especially ones as idiotic and immature as Valerie.”
“So, you don’t think it’s weird that I’m a stud and you’re a stud,” Corey asked meekly. “If you hadn’t have seen me naked first would the thought ever have crossed your mind.”
I shrugged, “I don’t know, Corey. I won’t lie. I might not have, but that’s not because you’re a stud. You’re my boy. One of my best friends. You’re not supposed to just go for your
friends like that, right? Even though, I’ve noticed certain things about you, I don’t think I would have made a move if I hadn’t have seen you bent over the bed the other day.”
Corey blushed and rubbed her fingers through the curls on top of her head, “I guess that makes me feel a little better.”
I walked across the room and sat in her lap, straddling her waist. Corey put her hands on each side of my waist and I placed mine on either side of her face, “I don’t know what’s going on between the two of us, Corey, but it feels too good to stop.”
Our lips fell against one another. I moaned into Corey’s mouth, feeling the thrusting of her pelvis into mine. Again, I was feeling free under the gentle touch of her fingertips, kneading at my hips and the dimples in my lower back.
My body shivered with anticipation, as she pulled my shirt over my head. Corey’s soft kisses on my neck and chest made my nipples stand at attention. She buried her face between my cleavage, leaving a barrage of kisses all over my breasts.
“Reggie,” she whispered. The sound of her voice set me on fire. Corey looked into my eyes and asked, “Can I make love to you?”
Her question took me by surprise. I nodded, wondering what making love with Corey entailed. I took her hand and we walked together to the bed. My heart raced with excitement and anticipation. It seemed like Corey was enjoying watching me lose the last bit of my composure because she just stared at me.
After a moment, she stepped forward, standing between my legs. She kissed my cheek, “You’re gorgeous, Reggie.”
“I don’t know if I can deal with the mushy stuff,” I blushed, feeling flattered.
“You’re going to have to get used to it with me, baby.”
I liked the way she said baby. I loved the fact that she took the time to spoil me with compliments and terms of endearment. What is this girl doing to me, I wondered, as she climbed on top of me and grabbed hold of my breasts. She took her time kissing and sucking both my nipples.
I was so wet, anticipating a repeat of our first experience together. I wanted her more than I had ever wanted anybody. I whined, “Stop teasing me.”
“I’m taking my time tonight,” Corey smiled, giving my breasts a firm squeeze.
I laid back and allowed her hands and soft lips to wander all over my body. By the time her kisses began to trail down my stomach and between my thighs, I was soaked.
The tip of her tongue circled slowly around my pearl, making jolts of electricity shoot through my body. Her lips massaged my opening before her tongue slipped inside of me. My back arched. I moaned, “Damn, baby.”
Corey moaned and smiled, “Say that again.”
Her tongue dove deep. I moaned, “Damn, baby.”
The flick of her tongue became faster and faster. I felt the muscles in my legs tighten, indicating the onset of an orgasm. She slurped my juices greedily, not wanting to waste a single drop.
Her fingers slipped between the folds of my pussy, pushing slowly, but firmly. I couldn’t hold in the moans of passion building in the back of my throat, as her fingers moved in a slow and deliberate rhythm. Corey pushed deep and my toes curled.
“Look at me,” Corey whispered.
My eyes met hers and my heart skipped a beat. The world stopped spinning. In that moment, it was only the two of us. I’d never felt more connected to anyone before and was
surprised that had so little to do with the pleasure coursing through me. The look in her eyes personified the way I felt, like I finally discovered the love I always wanted.
The intensity in her eyes pushed me over the edge. Corey held me close, as my body quivered against her touch. She kissed my neck until the twitching in my thighs died down.
I gasped for air, “Wow.”
Corey chuckled and settled in the bed next to me. She tangled her fingers in mine, making me smile. It was such an innocent attempt to be close, one that made my heart flutter. She looked at me, “You’re beautiful, Regina.”
“So are you,” I said, pressing my forehead against her chest. “I wish I would have realized how much before today.”
“I won’t hold it against you.”
“So, is this…what we’re doing…going to keep on when we get home?”
“I want it to,” Corey said. “I don’t want to pressure you or anything, but I think it’d be nice if we went to dinner or something.”
“Laying here with you just feels right,” I sighed, enjoying the moment we had found ourselves in. I confessed, “I really don’t want it to end. I think I can settle for a date when we get home, though. I can’t very well just leave these feelings I’m having here.”
Corey wrapped get arms tighter around me, “Reggie, can I ask you something?”
“Yea.”
“What about Tasha? I mean I know you’re not totally over her, but…”
“Damn,” I laughed, thinking of how thoughts of Tasha had me moping just the day before. “I’d forgotten all about her.”
“Good,” Corey chuckled and pulled me into a kiss.
*
The sound of the door opening woke me up. Corey jumped up to see who was walking into our hotel room. Still tired from the night we spent together, I decided not to move too far from my pillow. Corey asked, “How the hell did you get in here?”
“Good morning to you, too,” Val laughed. “I went down to the lobby and asked for a spare key. I see you found a nice, little piece of ass last night.”
Corey laughed and threw the cover over me to hide my nakedness. She looked over at me, as I lay my face into the pillow. It seemed like the only way for the two of us to save ourselves from embarrassment this time around.
Val only seemed to be interested in my back side, anyways. I could almost feel her eyes scanning my bare back, “You must of wore her out. She can’t even say hi.”
Corey chuckled, “Chill out. This isn’t just any hoe, man. This is my girl.”
My heart stopped, realizing what she said. I reminisced on the conversation we had after getting back from the club and realized the sincerity I saw in her eyes was one hundred percent genuine. My mind raced, thinking of the possibilities of a future with Corey.
Maybe, it was a little silly to think about the rest of forever after only a few days of love making, but she had already proven to me in more ways than one that she could make me feel things no one else ever managed to. The thoughts of holding her hand and waking up to her day in and out made me smile.
“Well, with an ass like that you’d be dumb not to cuff shorty,” Val joked and lifted the covers to get another peak.
I jumped and turned over, pointing at her, “You’re gay as shit. Stop looking at my ass.”
Val’s jaw dropped and her eyes nearly jumped out of her head, “What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck!”
Both Corey and I burst out laughing. Val looked mortified, realizing the hot piece of ass she coveted mere moments before belonged to me. All I could do was laugh. The door to our room opened, again. Aaliyah walked in staring at her phone, as usual. When she looked up, her jaw dropped, “This is some weird shit.”
“Don’t look at me,” Val squealed. “They’re the ones naked in bed together.”
“You were the one looking at my ass,” I said, trying to get under her skin. I wrapped myself in the sheets and sat up in the bed.
Corey shook her head, “I knew you were going to trip when you found out, but had no idea it would be this funny.”
“Are you two sleeping together,” Aaliyah asked.
I looked at Corey and blushed. She giggled with embarrassment, “It just kind of happened.”
“What the fuck,” Val shrieked.
I looked at Val and told her, “I know it’s surprising, but you have to get used to it, dude. Corey makes me feel good and I think we have something going here.”
Corey smiled and kissed my cheek.
Aaliyah’s eyes bulged out of her head, “This is so trippy. Surprising and kind of weird, but I’m happy for you guys.”
“Thanks,” Corey nodded.
I looked at Val and her wrinkled brow. I sucked my teeth, “I know you have something stupid to say.”
“Naw,” Val shook her head.
“Really?”
“Naw,” Val reiterated. “I’ve never seen either one of y’all look like this about any other female. I want y’all to be happy, even if it is with each other. Y’all are my boys. That doesn’t change.”
Corey took my hand and gave it a loving squeeze. Val’s opinion towards two studs dating had changed, but she hadn’t been the only one to have a change in heart. At the beginning of the weekend, I thought I was just spending time with my boys, but I realized suddenly that Corey was more than one of my boys. She was quite possibly the love of my life.