The Boom

intro

What are we doing here? 

The impulsive pouring of mystery tequila while simultaneously chugging from the spout of a 2012 vintage Cabernet Sauvignon must be making it clearer. Just look at us – broken by the women we love, dying to be heard, to be felt, to be understood. Maybe if we put our broken pieces together, we can make something beautiful and whole.  

Today is a special day so why not be indulgent? 30th birthdays should be celebrated, after all.

Where has playing it safe gotten us, anyways?

After all, it’s 4am. What else is there to do except you do me and I do you? Let’s share another drink. 

The mention of gin spawned grins. “That shit right there makes me sin,” I said.

You responded with something slick but all I could focus on was the movement of your succulent pink lips. I bet your bottom lip tastes like warm sun on caramel skin. I wonder how your curly fro would feel squeezed firmly between my fingers. I ate you with my eyes for what seemed like an eternity although it was nothing more than a moment in conversation. I think the liquor is kicking in now. I feel the energetic pull as I helplessly gravitate closer to your body.

How many more shots are left? One, maybe two?

You blurt out “let’s fuck” and my body obeys. She needs this. WE need this. 

“Take off your shoes,” you demand.

I respond, “But what about your flight? You leave in a couple hours.”

You had already rescheduled your departure for 11:30am. Sneaky, sneaky. You premeditated this pussy, huh? Looks like all remaining fucks have gone out the door. Deep down I’m flattered. Somehow the gesture made me feel… special… wanted… something that I’m missing in my broken home life. 

‘Do you know what you’re about to do?’ I ask myself, but the deed was already half done. Oops! There goes my shirt as I sashay to the bedroom. We lay spooning for a moment as if our warmth wasn’t about to spark an erotic fire. I feel your breath behind me as your pelvis gently hugs my curves.

“This is how you feel?” you rhetorically state.

‘You ain’t felt nothing yet,’ I reply to myself.

Dawn is approaching and the sun is beginning to peek through the curtains. The room is still dark but there is just enough light to help navigate the silhouette of my petite frame. Your hand cups my waist as you pull me close. 

Mmmm. Your lips are softer than I imagined. You kiss the nape of my neck and seductively whisper “Is that your spot?”

Honey, if I was a cat I’d purr!

Your fingers navigate to the core of my wetness, controlling me, sending me on a joy ride. Your soft grunts add to my ecstasy each and EVERY time. My soul sings back as you softly recite lyrics from your original works in my ear. Thank God you can’t see my face - flushed by the overwhelming tingling sensation traveling the surface of my skin and landing in untouched places. It’s entirely too soon for curled toes. My senses have never been on overload quite like this. Maybe it’s the liquor, or maybe there’s a spark here… 

I yearn to please you too. As if we’re already in tune, you asked that I touch you. I turn and reach my hand in between your warm thighs and encounter the juiciest nectar. Oooh… I love how excited you are for me. I can’t help but stick my fingers in my mouth and slowly suck them dry, eager for a taste of your abundance. The sweetness of your fruit is invigorating. This type of shit will have me addicted.

You’re such a generous lover - thoughtful enough to ask me what my body needs but assertive enough to take what you want. We continue the game of give-and-take for hours, exploring each other’s bodies with gentle curiosity, eating pussy on platters created with our hands.

The energy is intensified as we both near our peak. I freely express my pleasure from the depths of my diaphragm causing you to cover my mouth with your hand as you continued to plunge inside of me with the other.

“Shut up,” you say, but I can’t hold back now. 

You ask whose pussy it is and I hesitate in my response. As amazing as this experience has been, cumming is difficult. There is still a subconscious part of me that knows I’m up to no good. Don’t stop fucking me though! We’ve got something great going on. This is medicine – good old-fashioned sex magic.

As we bask in the aftermath of our escapade, reality began to set in simultaneously with the rise of the sun.

What have we done? What is this? What are we?

This is all too complicated. Let’s just enjoy the moment. Our bodies intertwine again, this time to catch a few minutes of sleep before rushing off to the airport. It’s 9 in the damn morning!

Now, look at us – connected from the root with no intention of vibrating higher. You say you don’t like the term ‘friends with benefits’ but what would you call this? Therapy?

But really, am I any different than the very woman who hurt you? Look how we perpetuate this continuous cycle of hurt people hurting people. But why does part of it feel so good though? Fuck, we’re only human.

Can’t this just be a thing while we’re in between things? Will this thing lead to a thing? How do you feel?

I was ready for the bang but not ready for my life to go BOOM…

To be continued….

Story by Oya Kayne