The Other Cinderella

Last night, I came across the idea to rewrite the ending to "Cinderella" where one of the step-sisters ended up with the Prince. Here is my version...starting from when the Prince began trying the slipper on the women in the village. Please tell me what you think.... (Couldn't thin of another title...lol)

The Other Cinderella

            As the Prince’s manservant went around trying the glass slipper on all the women in the castle village, Cinderella’s excitement grew so much that she almost blurted out her secret. That she was the one the shoe belonged to. Somehow, she contained herself and patiently waited until the Royal Carriage stopped at her cottage.

            Her mean old step-mom and two step-sisters rushed to the door. They didn’t wait to be asked if the slipper belonged to them; instead they crowded the Prince’s manservant until he almost lost his balance.

            Finally, the man was able to restore some sort of order and had the women line up, even Cinderella; against her step-mom’s wishes and evil glares, she stood at the end of the line.

            As expected, the shoe did not fit ugly Dora’s foot. Dora, with her nasty looking wart on the end of her chin, making it look like she always had a piece of food hanging from her mouth. Cinderella’s step-mom made Cindy’s life miserable after dad died from being crushed by the wagon wheel he was working on when the horses got spooked by a flying bug three years ago.

            Step-mom decided that Cindy could stay, as long as she remembered to stay in her place. She was a mere servant now, after all. Cinderella smiled brightly as the servant shook his head, indicating that the shoe did not fit Dora.

            He moved on to nasty Nelda. Nelda was HUGE! She was at least three hundred pounds of bacon fat, cream cheese, and pizza crust wrapped up in human flesh. Cindy had a hard time getting Nelda’s bed sheets clean for all the crumbs in the bed. Nelda pushed and the manservant pulled; that shoe was about to break, thought Cinderella. She was glad when he shook his head, again indicating that Nelda did not belong with the shoe.

            Cinderella wished she could jump ahead of Zurna. Of the other women, Zurna was the most presentable one, if not at all pretty. She had Cinderella’s appealing figure, she was the cleanest, and she smelled nicer than her mom and sister. But, she was meaner than a rabid dog. Cinderella endured much physical abuse from Zurna just because Cinderella had the gall to be born of her mom and dad.

            Cinderella and Zurna were close in age, Zurna older by one year. Cindy at first looked up to Zurna during the three years Cindy’s dad was alive and married to Zurna’s mom. Zurna was patient with Cindy, too, even kind at times. But after dad’s funeral, Zurna turned the tables and showed her true self. Cindy had every reason to be afraid of her.

            When the shoe slipped onto Zurna’s foot for a perfect fit, Cinderella almost blacked out. She saw, but didn’t believe…she COULDN’T believe. She knew personally that the show was hers. Cindy had the matching slipper in the treasure box that she kept under her bed.

            She slapped herself.

            This can’t be happening, she thought. She slapped herself again, this time hard enough to get the attention of those partying and celebrating women who would just as soon forget all about her.

            “What’s the matter with you, runt?” Zurna asked with a wide smile on her plain face (no warts or zits for her). “Aren’t you happy for me, sis?” Zurna crowed.

            “How can this be? That slipper doesn’t belong to you,” Cinderella almost burst into tears, knowing that she could not reveal that she was the rightful owner of that slipper.

            “If the shoe fits, my dear, sweet, beauty of a sister,” Nelda pushed her fat face into Cindy’s with an explosion of sour breath from her lungs. “Then she MUST wear it, isn’t that true, noble sir?” Nelda asked the Prince who had only just now joined the crowd in the cottage.

            Prince Charming looked from Zurna to Cinderella and back again. And again. He looked askance at his manservant, “Did the slipper really fit HER?” pointing at Zurna with obvious distrust in his voice.

            He looked to Zurna and asked a question only the girl he’d danced with last night at the ball would know the answer to, “What is my favorite number?”

            He had told the girl he’d danced with at the ball his favorite number because he could come up with nothing else to say at the time.

            He studied the girl with the slipper on her foot. There was nothing familiar about her. He was sure that she was not the girl from the ball last night. If she got the number wrong, he would know for sure.

            Only there would be nothing he could do about it. The King was bound by his word and his word was that the Prince would wed the lady for whom the glass slipper fit. There HAD to be only ONE woman for whom the shoe would fit. Didn’t there?

            He waited for the answer to come while eyeing the last girl standing in line waiting. Now, that girl looked familiar. The way her blue eyes hid beneath a feather’s nest of long eyelashes. The way she dipped her head at just the slightest angle to make it appear she wasn’t studying him as well. Her small waist with the apron belt wrapped twice around. Her delicate fingers. Her tiny feet. The slipper HAD to be hers. But, no, it fit this other dainty, plain but not beautiful; sturdy but not delicate woman.

            “Twelve, your majesty,” Zurna answered with a curtsy. She was pretty sure the answer was wrong, but the King’s word was the King’s word. And the word said the Prince would marry the woman who fit the slipper, NOT the woman who answered twenty questions.

            Both Cinderella’s head and the Prince’s snapped back to attention. Zurna’s answer was wrong! But there was nothing either of them could do about it.

            Cinderella started to cry. The answer was “infinity plus one.” He’d whispered the answer in her ear as they’d danced in the Garden of the Red Roses last night at the ball. Cinderella told him afterwards that “infinity” wasn’t exactly a number but “plus one” made a difference and they’d both laughed.

            That’s when the clock had begun to strike at midnight. Without explanation, Cinderella gave the Prince a short mouth-to-mouth kiss that felt like forever and then had taken off at a full out sprint towards her “carriage” waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs.

            Back to the present, she watched and her heart sank as the Prince shifted his gaze, regret filling his every facial feature, from Cinderella to Zurna and instructed the manservant to gather all of Zurna’s belongings and load them into the Royal Carriage. Zurna would become his bride.

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            Cinderella sat in her room crying. She didn’t understand what had just happened. Her fairy God-mother suddenly appeared.

            “What the heck just happened in there?” Fairy God-Mother Mabel stood in all her pretty African-American beauty. “That shoe and that title should be YOURS, girl! What happened?” Mabel studied Cinderella’s fallen, wet face.

            “Oh sugar,” she held Cindy in her massive arms. “Don’t you worry none. I’m gonna get to the bottom of this and find out how that girl stole your place.”

            Poof! Cinderella almost fell over; Fairy God-Mother Mabel had vanished.

            Still trying to compose herself, Cinderella almost jumped outta her skin as Dora burst into the room demanding Cindy get the place cleaned up.

            “There’s gonna be a party!” Dora yelled and slammed the door to Cinderella’s room.

            Before leaving the room, Cinderella had to be sure she wasn’t going crazy. She pulled her treasure box from under her bed. There, where the other glass slipper should have been, was a ratty old open-toed house slipper, so dirty Cinderella couldn’t quite claim she knew what color the thing had even originally held.

            She didn’t understand. How could anyone have known that she had put her own glass slipper in this box to begin with? And how on earth had they gotten it out of there?

            Faced with the fact that she probably would never know what happened, Cinderella threw the old dirty slipper away from her and was about to close up the box when she noticed a piece of paper had been placed under the slipper. “This is not the end!”

            Cinderella still didn’t know what to think. She hoped Fairy God-Mother Mabel could come up with some sort of answer. She left the treasure box out and went to “clean the place up.”

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            Fairy God-Mother Mabel was stumped…….for all of three minutes. She stomped back and forth in her little cottage hidden in the woods of the castle village. She paced the floor for exactly three minutes.   And then the explanation of what happened hit her and she knew she’d been beaten by her own step-sister.

            Fairy God-Mother Samantha was just mean and angry for no good reason. Samantha was a beautiful African-American god-mother. She had naturally long flowing, thick light brown hair. Her skin was a smooth chocolate color with absolutely no blemishes with no help. She was a pretty and physically beautiful woman. But, she was mean and deceitful. Because her mother had died giving birth to Samantha. As a growing child, Samantha blamed herself for never having the chance to meet and know her mom. Mabel was a great very older sister, but she was no substitute for the mom Samantha had “killed.”

            Samantha blamed herself and she hated herself and that hatred made her do things she would never be able to undo. Once a fairy god-mother makes a move, it cannot be stopped. It will play on until an end or until another god-mother could come up with a way to deter the move. Mabel had no idea how to deter Samantha’s move…she didn’t even know what Samantha’s move was.

            The general plan of the fairy god-mothers had always been to bring a woman for the Prince to wed. Mabel’s plan had been to help Cinderella escape her prison by bringing her to the Prince’s attention. Samantha’s plan had been just to deter Mabel’s plan. It didn’t matter that Samantha may have made a mean woman a future Queen of the Kingdom, as long as Samantha’s plan deterred Mabel’s plan.

            “Samantha!” Mabel yelled. She really wanted to get Samantha’s attention. A silent scream would normally do it, but this time she really needed to be heard. She yelled again, “SAMANTHA!” Loud and long.

            Samantha whispered, “yes, big sister?”

            “Samantha, what have you done? What have I done to you that you would interfere with my work? Why have you paired the Prince with Zurna? Do you know what you’ve created?” Fairy God-Mother Mabel waved her arms around as she ranted to her little sister.

            Once she finally calmed down, Samantha said “I did the girl a favor,” and began to walk away. Mabel stopped her by simply holding her hand outstretched in front of her.

            “Please explain.”

            “The King does not approve of the girl. Once her mean sister gets to the castle, she will be in the same position Cinderella is in now, used as a servant. Only, she will sleep on the floor in the dungeon, a damp and dark and lonely place, as punishment for putting the Prince under some kind of enchanting spell to make him fall in love with her. Cinderella will have to wait three months before the Prince realizes that the slipper in fact does not belong to Zurna. And she will have to wait another three months before the Prince can convince his father the King that the lovely, beautiful girl in the Garden of the Red Roses did not enchant him with magic, but with her very own wonderful personality.”

            Samantha turned to look at her big sister. “I hate myself, Mother-Mabel, NOT this kingdom.”

            As tears filled both women’s eyes, Samantha said, “Cinderella will, at her step-mother’s party, finally understand what happened today. Because I will tell her. And she will believe me.”

            Mabel couldn’t speak at first. “Why?” she croaked when she found her voice. “Why will she believe you?”

            “Because you will tell her that although I am mean and can do deceitful things, I cannot tell a lie. It is in our genetic makeup. It is a part of our DNA, us fairy god-mothers, that we must at all times tell the truth, even when we allow others to be not so truthful.”

            Mabel knew that Samantha spoke the truth, as she’d just explained, it was impossible for fairy god-mothers to literally tell a lie. But, she could not help but wonder how Samantha had come to know the plans of the King. She asked.

            “I was simply eaves dropping, dear sister.” Samantha explained that she was lurking in the Garden of the Red Roses after witnessing the “absolutely gorgeous” transformation that Mabel had performed on the already beautiful Cinderella and watched the child run from the Garden at the first stroke of midnight.

            “The King held the Prince back from going after her and demanded to know what kind of spell he was under. The Prince failed to convince his father that he was under any spell and that the girl was just a nice and beautiful girl. After the Prince managed to break away from dear old dad to go after Cinderella, dad declared that he would find a way to punish the little witch for her treachery. Little Cindy losing one of her slippers helped his plan along perfectly.” Samantha was still standing where her sister’s outstretched arm held her.

            Her eyes twinkled with excitement. Punishment talk always brought her spirits up. “But, I could not let Cinderella be punished for just wearing a pretty dress, so I made Zurna take her place. Zurna hits Cindy anyway. Time for her to pay.” And with a violent shake of her body, she at once broke from her sister’s hold and transformed herself into a village commoner attending Cinderella’s step-mother’s party.

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            At the party, Cinderella was busy being serving hostess to all the village dwellers who came out to celebrate with the “evil ones.” She was tired, despondent, and her feet hurt. She wished aloud, when she finally had a moment alone, that she could escape her mean step-mother and sister. Now that Zurna was going to be Princess, it was a bitter-sweet relief not to have to worry about the physical abuse. The daily beating and berating would be over, but Zurna had Cindy’s man.

            The thought made Cinderella want to throw up.

            Suddenly, there was a very pretty woman standing next to her, whispering something in her ear. As Cinderella began to focus on what the woman was saying to her, she felt compelled to go to her room.

            She moved that way, knowing that Dora would scream at her. Cinderella notice that the woman at her side was moving with her. She made it unnoticed to her bedroom door. A quick look at the crowd of people told her that everyone was busy congratulating Dora and Dora was way too busy with the attention to give any to Cindy. Cinderella slipped inside her room.

            Fairy God-Mother Mabel was there wrapping her large arms around her telling Cinderella that all that the strange woman had said to her was true.

            “Well, we can’t keep her in a dungeon,” Cindy sympathized.

            “That is her fate for now,” fairy God-Mother Mabel explained. “We cannot undo that for six months. And then you will take your place to release her, if you wish.”

            Cinderella thought about it and grudgingly accepted this news as expected.

            “How am I to continue living with those two?” she cried.

            Fairy God-Mother Mabel touched her nose and outside the bedroom, Cindy could hear Nelda scream.

            Yanking the door open to see what happened, Cinderella was surprised to see Nelda being escorted to a carriage of her own by a not completely handsome man.

            “I will make you my bride,” the man shouted and Nelda screamed again. “Yes! Yes! Yes! I will go with you!”

            Dora cried a different cry, “No! Do not leave me here, my daughter! I want to go with you!”

            And yet another man, not completely ugly, said out loud, “My son, is there room in the carriage for one more?”

            All four of them rode away to a future unknown.

            Cinderella went to bed a heap happier than she had been in all the last three years.

THE END

©La-ShantaHolloway2012

Where is it that I can have some kind of recurring posting post stuff that I want to have posted everyday?

So, I'm trying to understand what this PING.fm thing is. But, I don't know how it works.

Wake Up

WAKE UP

"Wake up," I heard in my ear softly.

      "Baby, wake up." My lover's country accent whispered in my ear again.

      I turned over and faced her. "Wassup, baby?" I asked.

      “Had a bad dream. Can you just hold me?" she said.

      I sighed and pulled her into my arms. She was always whining in the middle of the night, but she was my boo, so I held her anyway.

      "Tell me about your dream," I yawned.

      "Nah," she said, "it was just a stupid dream." She yawned and pressed her naked body closer to mine.

      I began caressing one of her breasts, rubbing my thumb back and forth on her nipple. Her breathing began to quicken. She was feeling me.

      I said, still rubbing her nipple, my breath hot on her neck, "You woke me up to do something for you. So you gotta do something for me."

      She licked her lips, wiggled her hips a little, "Whatchu want me to do?"

      I laughed, "You know what I want you to do." I pressed my hard stick into her back, "Whatchu think I want you to do?"

      She turned over and wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. She snuggled closer to me. I could feel the hair from her mound on my shaft.

      I was hard already.

      She began moving her hips, the tip of my penis getting a little access to her hot spot. A little, but not enough. She kept kissing me, rubbing my chest.

      She eased her tongue into my mouth and I sucked on it like it was going to save my life.

      She pulled back and said, "You're not being clear enough, baby. What is it that you want me to do for you?"

      She was still working her hips on the tip of my rock hard erection; my breathing was heavy. My heartbeat was going wild.

      I gave her what she wanted and said, plainly, "I want you to fuck me, baby."

      She laughed and kissed me again. She straddled my hips and kissed my ear. I love when she teases me like that; my dick gets very hard--rock hard.

      She slid down my chest and started playing with my dick, licking up and down the sides, and sucking my balls.

      Finally, when I thought I wasn't going to be able to take it any more--after she'd sucked equally on both my balls--my baby put her tongue on the tip of my stick.

      I felt my body shudder with anticipation of what was coming next. She flicked her tongue in and out of the small hole on the tip. It felt so good, I almost came right then. Sensing the urgency I was feeling, baby girl just stopped and played with her nails.

      "Wh--" I stammered. "Whatchu doing? Don't stop now. I was feeling that."

      "I know," she smiled at me. "I like that, but it's too soon. I'm not ready yet."

      She leaned up and kissed my neck. I tried to caress one of her breasts, but she slapped my hand and said, "Keep your hands to yourself."

      After more kisses and a couple of licks to my nipples, she picked up where she left off on my penis. This time, instead of just licking the tip, honey put the whole head into her mouth.

      Slowly and firmly, she sucked on the head of my dick. Moving her tongue around in her mouth at the same time. The feeling was great. I lay there, legs stiff, trying not to lose control.

      She worked my penis head for long minutes, before she moved down a couple more inches.

      She took her hand and her middle finger and thumb formed a vice around my penis as her mouth and tongue continued the pleasurable assault on my shaft.

      She worked my dick into her mouth until she had the whole length of it in. Then she sucked and pulled with her mouth. Her cheek muscles working furiously. She sucked me so good, I thought the color was going to come off. Her hand and her head made a rhythm that I couldn't keep up with. She was sucking me gently, but so firmly, I still would have came, even if she had decided to stop again.

      I put my hand on the back of her head and moved my hips with her motion. Fucking her mouth with an intensity I didn't think was possible. My girl had never just sucked me until I came before, I was in heaven. I was panting, calling her name. Had a conversation with the sex fairies. And then exploded in my lady's mouth.

      She didn't stop sucking or swallowing until she had taken every drop of my nectar. When I could breath again, baby girl smiled up at me and said, "Don't think it's over."

      She came back up and kissed me; sucked on my earlobe again.

I said, "I just unloaded a truckload. You gets nothing else from me."

      "That's what you think," she whispered in my ear. She pulled my earlobe in between her teeth and stuck her tongue in my ear.

      She guided my hand to the wet spot between her legs. I knew what to do with that. She moaned in appreciative pleasure as she grinded her hips into my hand.

      She reached down and grabbed onto my limp and spent manhood and massaged it back to life. When my partner was standing at attention again, she straddled my hips and guided me to her hot, wet pussy.

      She lowered herself onto me slowly, until I was completely inside. She didn't move right away, but just sat there. The both of us staring at each other.

      My eyes took in her short black hair, mused from her sleep. The hunger in her light brown eyes that let me know she wanted me as much as I wanted her; her small bulge of a belly she was so self-conscience of during the day. Her smooth chocolate breasts were more than a handful, and I leaned forward to flick the nipple with my tongue.

      Finally, she moved. Slowly, grinding, sitting up right on my hips. Eyes wide open looking at me, small smile on her lips.

      I know she likes to be in control when she's riding my stallion, so I let her do her thang.

      Her momentum picked up just a bit and she threw her head back. I wrapped my hands around her hips so I could match her rhythm.

      Her grinding was slow and sensual. She was enjoying herself up there. Then she leaned forward and, still slow grinding on my stiff stick, whispered in my ear, "Did you say you wanted me to fuck you, baby?"

      Barely able to form words, I croaked out, "Yeah, baby--do it to me."

      She raised up, just a little bit and began working her hips in a circular motion with speed. She went faster and faster. She said to me, "Fuck me back, baby."

      I moved my hips to match her movement. We were getting in the groove together. She bounced on my dick and I squeezed her breasts.

      She leaned closer so that her breasts were in my face. "Suck one," she commanded.

      I put one of those beautiful brown nipples in my mouth and did what she asked.

      She was doing something with her pussy that made me lose my hold on to her breast. I couldn't catch a breath, let alone continue to suck her breast.

      She gasped out, "You like that, huh?"

      I just nodded. Nothing was coming out of my mouth, but AH!! She did it again. It felt like her pussy was grabbing on to my dick and squeezing it. I don't know what it was called, but I knew that shit was good.

      Her pussy kept squeezing on my dick and then letting it go. All the while her speed was picking up. I was fucking her back, my hips matching her wild movements. I knew she was getting ready to cum. I could feel myself about to explode.

      Just a few seconds before me, my baby said, "OHMIGOD! OHMIGOD!"

      I was right behind her, calling her name.

      I felt her hot cum on my dick and all my love juice squirted inside her.

      She lay flat on me. Breathing hard. I kissed the top of her head and closed my eyes.

      When I opened them again, it was three o'clock in the morning and my baby was fast asleep--NEXT to me.

      I looked at the clock again. It still said three o'clock.

      Taking a peek under the covers, I noticed the thick, white liquid sticking to my leg.

      "Well, damn," I said out loud. "Wet dream."

      I got up and went to the bathroom and cleaned off.

      Then got back in the bed next to my honey, and drifted back to sleep.

THE END

(c) La-Shanta Holloway

Just for a Drink

Just For a Drink
She invited him over that Thursday evening for a drink.
It had been 6 months since she’d last seen him and she wanted to see for herself that he was alright; for she still considered him a friend, even if they were no longer buddies.
He knocked on the door a little while later and b4 she opened it, she just looked at him.
He seemed well enuff. Those eyes of his always threw her off just a little bit b/c his personality was so different from what those eyes said. Whoever said the eyes were the windows to the soul probably never got a chance to look into eyes as soulful as his and match it with a personality as rough as his.
She realized she was just staring at him as he knocked again. It was raining out; she opened the door and greeted him with a warm smile. No hugs, no kisses, none of that. He was here for a drink. Nothing more; nothing less.
She offered him a seat while she went to fix the drinks, but he told her sit to down instead. He fixed the drinks himself and then brought them to the couch she was sitting on. He opted for the armchair across the room.
5 or 6 minutes of silence drew out almost gleefully for her. She stared openly and without shame at him. She didn’t smile or anything, but just stared and drank in his appearance.
Tonight, he wore a plain blue tee shirt and some plain blue jeans with worn blue and white Nike running shoes. He looked bigger than the last time she’d seen him. More muscular, thicker in the neck and chest area. His thighs in those jeans screamed at her to touch them...just once. She looked at his face. His chocolate skin was still damp from the rain and his bald head was glistening. He wiped his brow with the tip of his index finger and she had a sudden rush of heat between her thighs at the memory of what those fingers could do to her.
Then, she did smile. A big cheesy grin, as a matter of fact; and she felt guilty for even thinking such thoughts since she had invited him over only for a drink.
He looked at her in wonderment and then asked her how she’d been doing all this time.
Fine was all that he heard and he heard a squeak in that one syllable.
He started talking a little bit. Not about anything much. He told her he’d bought a new house, but this time around the bill paying was a struggle. He told her he’d gotten a new job, but this time around he made more money, but was thinking of going to school to make even more, so he could catch up with his bills and all that. He mentioned his birthday and apologized for missing hers. He talked about the rain and how, like her, he was tired of it all. He talked about how much he didn’t go out on the town anymore. Just too many crazy people out there. He droned on for about 20 minutes, and then he just stopped. “Are you even listening to me?” he asked.
She lowered her eyes, figuring that he must have noticed the dreamy look she can imagine she had in her eyes. She had always loved to hear him talk. Though, when they were buddies, he didn’t do much of that. “Yes, I’m listening to you. Every word.” And she smiled again. She offered to refill his drink, but he declined.
“If you’ve got something else to do,” he said sounding a little uneasy, “I can gone and go.”
“If you’ve got someplace to be, you can gone and go,” she replied. “I’m not rushing you out the door. I did invite you over, yeah.”
It was his turn to smile and she thought she was going to pass right out, sitting there on the couch. That smile was what had attracted her to him in the first place. If they hadn’t have started this relationship thing off in the bed, she was sure that smile would win many an argument with her.
He coaxed a bit more conversation out of her until suddenly, his cell phone rang and he said it was work calling him. He took the call sitting there on the couch and she heard that he was on call at the plant he worked at and someone just got hurt. He said he’d be there as soon as he could get there.
She stood up. “I guess it’s time for you to go. You look good, dude. It was good seeing you again. Don’t be a stranger. You can still stop by for a drink or a meal every now and again.”
He stood as well, clearly looking like he wasn’t ready to go.
He asked for a hug; knowing full well that she didn’t like hugs very much. But, also knowing that, for him, she’d shuck that dislike just this one time.
He wrapped his arms around her and she tried hard not to melt into him. She tried hard to just return the hug and let it go at that, but whatever the cologne was he was wearing was teasing her senses and she inhaled deeply, sighing with content as he hugged her tighter.
She knew she’d be in trouble in a moment if she didn’t get out of his embrace, but for just a moment longer she allowed herself to be immersed in him; in his essence; in his arms—even if not in his life.
She thought about how she could kick herself for jumping straight for the feel good of the moment when they first met those yrs ago. Back then she was all about getting hers and that was enuff for her.
As she was still thinking, he gently pulled away and lightly kissed her on the lips. “Stay outta trouble, girl. And maybe I will back sooner than you think.”
He kissed her again and this time, she kissed him back. It wasn’t a greedy kiss. It was more like a ‘glad to see you’ kiss. And this time, she pulled away. She knew that this situation could quickly go oh so wrong for them if she didn’t put a stop to it quickly.
He looked at her with those long black eyelashes covering his light brown eyes and she didn’t think she’d be able to resist if he asked to stay. He kissed her again; this time more passionately, with more feeling, with more unspoken words than any they had said out loud this evening. She kissed him back. She wrapped her arms around his thick bull neck and held onto him like he was saving her from a sinking ship. She kissed him b/c she missed him. She kissed him b/c she was lonely and she wanted the feel of a man next to her. She kissed him b/c…b/c she was horny, dammit!!
That last thought, and the feeling of air on her back, brought her back to reality and she gently pushed out of his arms.
“Sorry, babe, it’s time for you to go.” She pulled her bottom lip with her teeth as she walked him to the door. She REALLY hated to see him go, but she knew for her own peace of mind, he did have to leave. She gave him one last hug at the door. She kissed his cheek and told him it was really good seeing him again. She wished him luck in life…wondering if this would be the last time she’d ever see him again.
As he got into his car and backed out of the driveway, she wondered if she’d just been dumb to let him go like that; or was that the right decision after all.
She wasn’t sure.
A week later, she got roses delivered to her doorstep with a card that said, “I’ll be back!”
©La-Shanta Holloway 7/2007

Late Night Call

Rated R (but not X-rated) *reader discretion is advised*

Glancing over at the clock, she saw the time was 4:25am. Grabbing the phone, she croaked out, "Who in the hell is it? And what the fucc do you want?"
A deep breath answered and infuriated her.
Just before she got ready to hang up the phone the called said, "Do you still sleep naked?"
Instantly, she recognized his voice on the other end of the phone.
Instantly, she was wet between her legs. She wondered how, after all this time, just the sound of his voice could make her body respond so quickly.
"No," she answered. "I sleep with undies on now."
"Take them off for me please...and do it slow; like I'm watching you."
She didn't even take the time to think about it, she just slid her silk panties off, slowly, under the covers and laid them to the side.
"Good job, baby," he said. And from there the early morning phone call took a turn a freaky turn.
"Do you know how much I miss kissing you in the middle of the night? Do you know that I want to touch your breasts with my tongue...one at a time...and then back again? Imagine how good you'd feel in my arms right now...with your head on my shoulder and my hand caressing your breast while my tongue traces hot trails down your neck."
She could imagine all those things. Her mind saw, and her breast felt, the exact moment when his tongue touched the tip of her nipple. Involuntarily, she drew in a breath, like he was really there.
"Do you feel my tongue on your nipple? Mmm, you still taste the same, baby...mmm. You know I could never stop at just tasting one."
And she felt his hands push both of her breasts together and lick both nipples at the same time. Her own hands began to massage her breasts as she imaginably felt his hot tongue caressing her.
"I'm gonna kiss you where I miss you most..." And she anticipated that imaginary feeling even as she slid her hands between her legs, feeling the warm wetness there.
"I love your lips," he said. "So soft and juicy...do you still put the Carmex on before bed?"
The question caught her off guard, and she had to swallow hard to answer. She knew he was actually waiting for an answer; he never asked a question and didn't expect to be answered. "Um," she cleared her throat, "yeah, I do."
"Good cuz I miss your lips most and I want them to be ready for me."
She had a momentary thought of how dumb that sounded when he was only pushing for phone-boning. But, she went along with him. She didn't even know why. She chalked it up to being awakened at 4 in the morning by his sexy voice. She didn't want to admit that she was horny for him...she told herself that almost anyone would do right now.
"Unlock the door" was the next request and it threw her into a reality she didn't know that she was supposed to be expecting. "And don't put your panties back on, either. And babe, hurry up. It's cold out here."
She rushed, almost non-believing, naked to the door. She peeked out the little window and there he was; standing there holding the phone and smiling at her.
She yanked the door open, but stood stock still just inside. She even almost forgot that the world passing by could she her in all her voluptous glory. Still, she didn't move.
But, she did find her voice. Angrily, confused, astonished, and shivering she asked, "What the hell are you doing out here; standing on my porch stoop, in the freaking cold after all this time?" She wanted to be mad. No, she wanted to be furious with him; but too much time had passed without her seeing him. She realized that her memory of him, after all these months, was still on point with what he really looked like.
He wasn't very tall, only five-ten, 235 with the sweetest, darkest chocolate brown skin. He was, in her very own opinion, a black Adonis; or a black Fabio; whatever, whoever, this man was too damn fine.
He said, after looking her over once, "I needed to see you and be with you and hold you and make love to you, even if just once more."
He took in her build. She was never a very thin woman. She was only three feet shorter then he was at five-seven (don't forget that half a foot, it was a big deal to her) about 185 with twin (seriously you had to make sure the boobs were called "twins") Double-Ds and milky brown skin (like a chocolate candy bar). He had always loved looking at her, with or without clothes. The lady just exuded confidence, poise, style and grace. Even naked she did. He really wished, though, that she'd let him come in and close the door.
She stammered, "But, you said... I mean, I said... I mean, we said we were through. Why are you here? Why are you doing this?" Then, she realized that she was freezing; it was the middle of winter, after all. But, still she didn't offer to let him come in. Her brain wasn't working with her.
"Let me come in, please," he sounded like he was begging, almost.
Reluctantly, she quietly stepped aside and let him come in. Immediately after the door was closed behind him, he grabbed her around the waist and kissed her passionately and hungrily on the lips. He kissed her like a man who hadn't been kissed in a long while. She kissed him back just as hungrily.
Finally, she pushed him back. "You're just here for some ass, huh? After all this time."
She looked him in the eye, silently daring him to lie to her. "Well, then, let's get this over with." She rushed in before he could open his mouth and say something that would end up making her believe him. She took his hand and pulled him down to the couch on top of her.
"I didn't come here just for some ass," he said as he pushed himself off of her. "I came this morning because I just wanted to see you."
"So, why come so early in the morning? Why not during the day, like normal people?"
"Because you're not going to be here and you'd be too alert to talk to me otherwise. This way, I get to see you and talk to you and you're a little too groggy with sleep to be too sharp."
She rushed to her room, thinking that he was right about her being groggy, she was never a morning person and this early in the morning, she was lucky to put two words together and make any sense, let alone a whole slew of them to make sentences.
She had thought that he would follow her swishing ass to her room, but he didn't. She came out of the room with an orange silk robe (and her panties) on. She could still feel the wetness between her legs, though. She wished he didn't have that sort of effect on her, but it had been that way ever since they'd first gotten intimate. She sat down on the couch, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and wondered what the hell he was really doing here.
"May I sit down, please?" he politely asked. She just nodded at the spot next to her on the couch. She secretly wished he wouldn't talk and would just screw her so she could get past the horny part. Maybe he did want to talk, but at four-thirty in the morning, he was going to have a helluva time trying to convince her of it.
He sat and began to apologize for the way things had went down between them last year.
She didn't want to remember it. He had claimed that the other woman was just a freak accident. Something that happened only because he'd let himself get too worked up with his boys. He wished that she could forgive him. He missed her. Blah, blah, blah...
She held up her hand and asked him to stop with the BS, she'd heard it all before, and it still broke them up. "What do you want with me now, tonight?" She had to work on not raising her voice after he'd dredged up all those hateful feelings that she loathed herself for feeling even then, and moreso now. She had believed that she'd finally gotten past it all. Guess not.
"Just to hold you, kiss you, and tell you again how sorry I am for it all."
He pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly to his chest.
He couldn't resist slipping his hand into her robe and caressing one of her breasts. She didn't pull away, but he knew that his message would be ill-received if he kept it up like that. He removed his hand and used it to brush her hair. It was really all over her head. They sat like that for a while. Despite her strong desire, and effort not to, she began to silently cry.
She cried for all the time gone, when that time should have been theirs forever.
She cried for what could have been but now, could probably never be again. She cried because at one time she had loved this man to distraction; and now, all she felt was lust and that was just cuz she was horny.
Mostly, she cried because out there was a child, who would never know his or her real parents.
The chick that he had "accidently" cheated on her with had gotten pregnant. The chick had insisted on an early DNA test because, as the chick had put it she was "religiously against abortion, but nothing nowhere said that I have to be nobody's damned momma." She had wanted his consent to put the baby up for adoption. She'd had a family already lined up by the time she'd remembered who the negro was that had knocked her up. Foolishly, he had thought that by giving up his rights to a child he had helped conceive, his lady would forgive him and things would go back to normal.
But, that had only made her more disgusted at him. She had really wanted to forgive him his indiscretion, but, at the time, she could not forgive what she'd deemed his cowardness at being a father, a real man. That decision had sealed the deal for her, for their relationship's end.
Now, his warm body was available to her if she just said she forgave him. But, she couldn't do that, not just yet. The pain was all too new again, still too raw. A year had past, but for her things were still too fresh in her mind, in her heart of hearts.
As she lay on his chest, finished with her silent tears, she listened to his heartbeat: It sounds like he's nervous. I wonder if he'd been drinking and is now drunk. She asked him.
His answer, "No. I haven't had a drink since the night you broke up... since the night my life fell apart... since you left me."
After another few minutes, she still on his chest, he yawned and stretched under her. Her hand slipped into his lap. How easy it would be to just take what she wanted right now. She knew it would be well worth the risk of being hurt all over again. Just this once, but her brain kept arguing that it wasn't even a good idea.
He made the decision easy for the both of them and stood to leave. "I'm sorry to have awakened you. And I know it's going to be hard for you to go back to sleep. I am sorry, for then and for now."
She didn't want him to go, but then she knew she needed him to go. She stood with him and her robe fell open across her chest. She didn't reach to straighten it. She was hoping it would get him to stay.
He leaned in and kissed her lips. Then, he kissed her neck, his tongue left a hot trail to her exposed nipple and he took his time drinking from it. Her knees almost buckled and she grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom.
He thought about resisting, but he wanted to feel her skin on his. He wanted to touch her like he used to have the liberty to. He wanted to kiss her in all the places his mind would never forget.
He let her lead him into the bedroom.
She began to unbutton his shirt when they got to the bed. He wanted to feel her fingers on his chest, so he didn't stop her. She slid the shirt off his shoulders and traced her nail over his abs and stomach.
He drew in a breath. It felt so good just to have her simply touch him. No woman could ever make him feel as good as she made him feel. He didn't know if he was strong enough to not have sex--no, to not make love to her--he would never call being with her 'just having sex.'
She reached for his pants to unzip them. He took an involuntary step back, but let her have her way in the end. He anticipated her warm hands on his tool. He was already hard. He couldn't say, truthfully, that he didn't come here to end up in her bed. He had wanted that all along. He would not lie tonight; not if he could help it.
He gasped aloud when her hands found him. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her on the bed. He wanted to taste her and he felt that she would not resist him at this point.
Willingly, she lay all the way in the bed and readied herself for him.
And he stood there, just looking at her. He recognized that hungry look she held in her eyes.
That look that used to tell him he was in for a long night of happy lovemaking with her. Only this time, this time the look was harder than it used to be. He didn't know how to describe it, but it took some of the eagerness away that he had for being with her. Instead of kneeling in front of her, he slid next to her in the bed and wrapped her in his arms.
"I want to make love to you so bad, my erection won't even go all the way down." To prove it to her, he pressed in closer to her, spooning with her, his head laying on her shoulder. "But, I want you to want to make love to me, too. Not just screw me tonight and send me on my way."
She went still, contemplating his words, wondering if he was for real, or if he didn't know that she was ripe for the picking tonight. She wiggled her butt on his shaft. She kissed the fingers that held her hand. She tried, without words, to let him know that tonight he could have her with no strings attached.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked, once she realized that he wasn't goin to give her the release she had hoped for.
"Nothing. I've wanted you in my arms for a year now. Now I have you and I'm savoring the moment."

He woke up at eight the next morning, surprised to see that he was still in his underwear and she was still wrapped in his arms. He kissed her sleeping eyelids and they fluttered open.
She startled awake. "I thought I was dreaming!"
He kissed her again to let her kno that this was no dream and then he got out of the bed and asked to shower. He had to go to work and he was sure she was already late.
After they got themselves together, they parted at the door with what she was sure was a final kiss good-bye.

During the day, she wondered if she was crazy for just sleeping with the man. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, but didn't know that she could ever trust or believe in him again.
Later that evening, when she got home from work, he was sitting there on her front porch stoop with some KFC and a 2-liter bottle of coke and a movie.

They woke up the next morning fully clothed and she remember the evening of laughter and short kisses that preceded them falling into the bed too exhausted to do anything but sleep. She wondered how long that would last.

(c) La-Shanta Holloway 9/07