Gettin' Buck Wild: Sex Chronicles II (5 page)

“Shameika, I must admit that I tend to get kinky in bed.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Kinky? Do tell.”

“Well, I like to experiment.”

“Experiment with what?”

“Just some of the gadgets I’ve either designed myself or helped to design over the years.”

Now my interest was really piqued. My days of being fuckastrated were about to be over. Thomas was a straight-up freak. What luck!

“Well, are you going to tell me about these gadgets?”

“I’d rather show you,” he said, eyeing me seductively.

I knew what time it was. “What happened to your rule about getting to know a woman before you become intimate?”

“Rules are made to be broken.” He chuckled. “Besides, I realize this might sound strange, but it seems like I’ve known you for a long time. You ever get that feeling?”

“From time to time.”

“Do you feel that way right now?”

I was about to answer when my eyes landed on the door and the couple entering through it. No, the hell Davon wasn’t up in there with another woman, I thought—a straight-up slut at that. Now I might have had a tendency to wear hoochie momma clothes on certain occasions, but sisterfriend had issues. She had on this tube top in the middle of the fuckin’ winter with thin-ass leggings and sandals. Who the hell wears sandals in January?

Granted, Davon and I were splitsville, but he had no business bringing that whore up into an establishment that he had never brought me to. I didn’t know whether it was his first time there or if he was a regular, but it didn’t matter.

“Earth to Shameika,” I heard Thomas say as he snapped his fingers in front of my face.

“Sorry about that,” I stated sullenly. “I saw a ghost from the past.”

Thomas glanced toward the entrance. “Old boyfriend?”

“Something like that.” I reached across the table and took his hand. “How about we blow this joint so you can show me some of those gadgets you keep bragging on?”

He grinned at me. “I wasn’t bragging, but now that you put it that way, some of them are quite spectacular.”

I slipped off my loafer, lifted my foot up between his legs, and commenced with a quick foot job. “I bet your dick is spectacular also. I could tell you were holding when we were back there in the parking lot.”

“I can handle mine,” he replied with a blush.

Davon’s eyes zeroed in on me as they were led to a table on the other side of the room. I wanted to scream out, “Yeah, I’m here with a
real man,
you panty-borrowing, sissified mutha fucka!” Looking back on it, that was some truly sick shit. He rolled his eyes and smacked his lips in my direction. I returned the favor.

Even though the foot action was turning me on and Thomas was getting this glassy look, it was time to roll out. I slid my foot back in my shoe and rose from the table.

“You ready?”

“Yes, just let me drop some cash on the table.”

Thomas peeped the check and then plopped two twenties down. As we were walking out, I made a point to make it clear that I was on a date. I grabbed Thomas, stood on my tippy-toes, and kissed him passionately on the lips. He got into it, because the next thing I knew, he was slipping a sistah the tongue. It was thick and juicy and tasted sweet from the syrup.

Before I knew it, Davon had jumped up from his table and was headed straight for us. “Shameika, what the hell is this? Why are you throwing yourself on some man in the middle of a public place?”

I frowned at him. “Are you my daddy? Matter of fact, are you anything to me? Mind your own damn business.”

Thomas stepped in between us. “Look, buddy, we don’t need any trouble. The lady and I are leaving, so why don’t you just go and enjoy the rest of your meal.”

Thomas made the mistake of placing his hand on Davon’s shoulder, and Davon knocked it off. “Don’t touch me!”

“Whatever! Just go sit back down.”

“I’ll sit down when I fucking get ready to sit down!”

That’s when I jumped back in. “Hmph, no you didn’t take issue with me kissing in public when you’re standing here cussing.”

“Shameika, get your ass outside! I need to talk to you.
Now!”

I laughed at him. “You’ve got jokes.” I pointed over to his date, who looked like she’d rather be anywhere else but there. Nothing is worse than being pushed off for another woman in public. “You need to go over there with the skank hoe and let me be.”

I could see smoke come out of her nostrils from across the room. Then she got up. She must’ve run track in high school, because she was at our table in a matter of seconds. “What did you call me?”

I got up in her face. “I called you a
skank hoe!”

She picked up a glass of lemonade from the table next to the one we’d just vacated and tossed the contents on me. The sistah seated at the table went off. “What the hell is this shit?”

I went for her date’s coffee and threw the hot liquid on the skank. She went for a waffle, as did I, and we both hit each other in the face at the same time with them. The next thing I knew the scene descended into complete madness. Someone yelled, “Food fight!”

Five minutes later, the restaurant was in a shambles, some people were having the time of their lives, and others were trying to beat each other to death. You can do a lot of things, but don’t mess with black people’s food.

We heard sirens approaching, and Thomas and I managed to navigate our way through the crowd to the door. I glanced back and saw the skank hoe beating Davon in the head with somebody’s purse. It was a sight to remember. He was in for a long-ass night. I hoped he would get locked up.

Thomas and I made a mad dash for his Beemer and took off just in time as a paddy wagon and several police cars pulled up in front.

After a moment of seriousness, we both fell out laughing. Thomas was so overwhelmed by the moment that he had to pull over before he lost control of the car. He and I both laughed until we were in tears.

We went back to my place because it was closer than his. I would have to peep his gadgets at a later date—I needed a shower and a change of clothes. I could take care of one thing at his place, but not the other. Besides, there is nothing like using my own shampoo and bath gel. It took me years to find the ones I like the most.

I looked in my bathroom mirror, and I was a mess. There was syrup and bits of waffles and chicken plastered to my face and hair. After inching out of my sticky clothes, I turned on the shower. The warm water was invigorating against my skin, but getting all the food out of my hair was quite a chore. Thomas planned to take a shower after me. I found that amusing. We both knew that we’d end up slapping skins that night. It was as inevitable as the sun rising the next morning.

I wasn’t looking my sexiest now, and neither was he. I thought back to the food fight at the restaurant and couldn’t help but relish the thought of Davon getting locked up for the night. If anyone deserved to be arrested up in that bitch, it was him. I was a bit jealous that he was dating someone else. But, on the other hand, I had found me a possible soul mate, so it was all good.

I got out of the shower, wrapped myself in a pink satin robe, went out into the living room, and told Thomas it was his turn. I handed him some towels, and he headed for the bathroom. While he was showering, I decided to light scented candles and spray lavender water into the air.

I turned down the paisley comforter on my queen-size bed and put on a slow jam compilation CD. There was but one thing missing, so I headed to the kitchen to retrieve two flutes and a bottle of champagne. Thomas came out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel. His muscles were in all the right places.

“Do you want me to rub you down with some body oil?” I offered, hoping he would say yes, so I could feel him up real good.

“Sure, as long as you let me return the favor.”

We treated each other to the most sensual of massages for the next thirty minutes or so—full-body massages that awakened every inch of our beings. Thomas had the most incredible hands, hands that could bring me pleasure night after night after night. Being nude around him seemed so natural it was almost scary.

“So what did you think about the first night of class?” he asked me, breaking the silence.

“It was cool, but the professor seems a bit egotistical.”

“You can say that again.” Thomas chuckled. “If he has it going on so much, why is he teaching night school?”

“My thoughts exactly.”

We both snickered.

“Thomas.”

“Yes.”

“Can we not discuss class or
him?
I’m trying to stay in one zone, and the mere mention of all that is kind of killing it for me.”

“What zone might that be?”

I licked my lips, dipped my index finger into my pussy, and then placed it in his mouth so he could taste me.

“This zone,” I replied seductively, dipping my finger again before tasting myself.

“Damn, I’ve never seen a woman taste herself before,” he whispered in awe.

I laughed. “Think about it. Most women like for men to taste them, right?”

“Right.”

“So why should we expect a man to partake of something we’re not willing to sample ourselves?”

Thomas grinned. “Makes sense.” He reached out and fondled my breasts. “So do you like to be eaten out, Shameika?”

“Is the sky blue?” I replied.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Do you like it when a woman goes down on you?”

“Is the grass green?”

“Only in good neighborhoods,” I replied.

We both fell out laughing.

“Seriously, some grass is rather dry. Even in Kansas.” I placed my hand on top of his, prodding him to squeeze my breasts harder. “I’ll tell you what’s never dry, though.”

“What’s that?”

“My pussy. Especially not now.”

“And why is that?”

“Because you excite me.”

“That goes both ways.”

I reached for the champagne. “I was going to pour this in glasses, but I think I’d rather just lick it off you. Is that cool?”

“That’s more than cool.”

I poured about an ounce of the champagne on his chest and traced a path from his breastbone down to his belly button with my tongue. The mixture of the cool liquid and the flavored massage oil was delicious. Thomas moaned in delight as I poured a little more right on the head of his dick and then sucked it off.

“I want to taste you, too,” he said, running his fingers through my hair.

Without letting his dick go, I maneuvered myself until my pussy was on top of his face and we were in the sixty-nine position. Thomas wasted no time going to town on my pussy. He started eating me and inserted a finger into my ass, increasing the sensation.

The way we went at it, you would have thought neither one of us had eaten in days, much less the bomb-ass chicken and waffles.

I reached into my nightstand to remove two black drapery tassels. Thomas’s eyes widened. “What are those for?” he asked.

“I know you said you have some
innovative
toys at your house. Well, I have some of my own.” I took his left wrist, slid it through a tassel, and then attached it to one of the headposts. “Sometimes everyday household items can be sexy as well.”

Thomas grinned. “You have a little freak in you, huh?”

I eyed him wickedly. “I have a lot of freak in me.”

I secured his other wrist and then got up off the bed, headed toward the living room.

“Where are you going?” Thomas yelled after me.

“I’ll be right back.”

A moment later I returned with two items that I knew would turn his ass out: a feather duster and a cordless hand massager.

“What are you going to do with those?” he asked.

“You’ll see,” I said as I climbed onto the bed next to him.

I tickled his dick with my yellow feather duster, and Thomas fell out laughing. He tried to get his wrists loose to no avail.

“Do you like this, Thomas?”

There was no need for him to respond verbally. He shed tears of joy, and his dick looked like it could split bricks. It was time to go in for the kill. I turned the massager on low and started rubbing it up and down the shaft of his dick. All the while I continued teasing the head with the feather duster. Thomas gave a good impression of a man strapped in an electric chair with a thousand volts going through his body.

The tiny pulsating heads of the massager did their job in less than a minute. Thomas’s cum shot about two feet in the air. It was an amazing sight. I had tried that move on Davon a few times, but he never climaxed like
that
.

As I released Thomas from the tassels, he said with bated breath, “Damn, girl. I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

“It felt good?”

He snickered. “It felt
great!”

I kissed Thomas on the lips and gently caressed his dick. “Let’s allow him to rest for a while. Then I have some other things I want to show you.”