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“What do you think that means?”
“That what I feel is real.”
Aleck pulled me onto the bed. “Lie on your stomach. I’m always a man of my word.”
Once I was on my stomach, Aleck got undressed and lay beside me. He reached between my legs from behind and started fingering my pussy, which was really more like a fountain at the point. I squirmed and moaned. There was something about his touch that drove me wild.
He used my own juices to lubricate my ass for a few minutes, playing with my hole with first one, then two fingers. When he thought that I was ready, he climbed on top of me and took his time entering a little of his dick at a time until he filled me up.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Baby,” Aleck whispered in my ear.
“No, it feels good, Papi. Real good.” I grabbed onto the sheets and got lost in a rapture as my first orgasm achieved through anal sex pulsated through me. “I’ve been dreaming about this.”
“Then let me put you to sleep the right way.”
Aleck started working my ass then, giving it to me good. I screamed out in pleasure and then he came. The sensation of his sperm in my ass made me lose it. I lay there shivering as he placed tender kisses on my back. He fell asleep with his flaccid dick inside my ass. We both slept like babies and parted sometime during the night. I ended up clinging to his chest…hoping.
THE AFTERMATH
ALECK
I woke up the next morning, before the sun had risen, with Kiss snoring lightly in my arms. The fear, the guilt, it all hit me at once. What had I done? Part of me instantly regretted it; that was the side with morals. The other part of me wanted to wake Kiss up and go two or three more rounds. Wanted to take Kiss back to Jamaica and never come back. Wanted to love her for the remainder of my natural life.
I gently pushed Kiss onto the bed pillows, which she grabbed to replace her hold on me. It was hard to get out of the bed, but I managed. My entire body was sore from the sex. Kiss was no joke when it came to pleasing me, and pleasing herself. After twice having my mind blown in the span of one night, I wondered if I could even hang with Kiss if we were together all the time.
When I peed in the toilet, it hurt—a good kind of hurt. Now I knew what women meant when they said that their pussies were sore from being fucked hard. I ran cold water over my face and looked into the mirror. My reflection was that of a man full of confusion; one who wanted to have two women for different reasons.
“Couldn’t sleep?” Kiss asked me as I tried to sneak back into the bed.
“I had to use the bathroom.”
“Oh…” That one word spoke volumes. I could tell that she was also worried about what we had done.
“Kiss, I want you to know that I do not regret what happened.”
; “Nor do I.” She flipped over to face me and gazed lovingly into my eyes. “But I understand…that you have to go home to your wife.”
“I don’t know what to do,” I admitted. “I cannot believe we ran into each other like this. It’s like time has stood still. Like we are continuing where we left off in Jamaica.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean.” She ran her fingertips across my chest. “But time didn’t stand still, Aleck. I got married, had a child, got divorced. You got married, and you’re happy. Right?”
I had to struggle for a response. Finally I said, “I’m content. I made the best decision based upon the circumstances. You broke my heart back then, when, out of the blue, you told me that you were engaged…after that night we spent together.”
“I was dead wrong for that and karma is a bitch.”
“What do you want me to do, Kiss?”
“Oh no, please don’t put the ball in my court. I don’t want it.” She kissed me tenderly and we got lost in each other once again for a moment. She stopped it as quickly as she had started it. “You have to go home. I will not be responsible for breaking up another woman’s home. I would not want someone to do that to me.”
“But what about us?” I asked.
“This is what it’s supposed to be,” she replied. “If it was meant to be more, things would have been different. We would have run into each other and both been free to love, but maybe we’re not supposed to be that. Maybe we’re supposed to cross paths every now and again.”
“For what reason?”
“So that we can remember what it feels like…to have such passion in our lives.”
