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“Good evening, Victor.”
“I see somebody worked late again tonight.”
“Unfortunately. I thought I was going to be late.”
“But you made it and you look fantastic.”
“Thank you, Victor,” Natasha said and we got in line.
“I’ll let you in on a secret.”
“What’s that?”
“I hope you work late every time I see you.”
Natasha frowned and her beautiful face contorted. “Why?”
“Because you go to work looking amazing. I thought about quitting my job and going to work for The Reese Group just to see you every day.”
Natasha laughed. “There are easier ways to accomplish that.”
I looked at her for a second or two. “I’m gonna leave that one alone.” Because being able to see Natasha every day was the dream I dreamed of each day.
Once I took care of the tickets, Natasha and I went in the theater to see Stormy Weather, featuring the vocals of Lena Horne singing the title song and the dancing of Katherine Dunham. I think we both especially enjoyed Cab Calloway doing “Jumpin’ Jive,” and the amazing dance scene where the Nicholas Brothers come out of the audience. Of course, Fats Waller singing "Ain’t Misbehavin’,” was great too.
Afterwards we went to my apartment to talk about the movie and listen to some music. My place was usually dimly lit not for the purposes of seduction, mind you, it’s because I like the dark, so it was usually this way.
“It’s because you’re a vampire,” Natasha joked.
So we were in the kitchen and I had just poured us a glass of wine, and the intensity that always exists between us was stronger than it usually is. I wanted so badly for us to give into it and this time the feeling didn’t let up. And being here with her didn’t help. I know Natasha could feel it to, and that is when she usually says something like, look at the time. I need to be heading home.
So to keep her from running, I moved toward her and picked up the glass of wine I had poured for her.
“Come on, let’s sit down.”
I grabbed her hand and literally dragged her out of the kitchen. I can’t speak for her, but the sensation that radiated from just touching her was incredible. Anyway, we were sitting there politely talking about what we both agreed was the greatest dance scene ever, when The O’Jays Forever Mine came on.
Forever Mine.
Our eyes connected.
All because you’re my kind. Aw, baby.
In that second, we could no longer avoid the one thing about our relationship that we had both been avoiding since the day we first met.
I got what you want, you got what I want, An’ we were made for each other.
I could see her chest rise and fall with each breath, and it started to affect me like nothing else ever had. I wanted, no I needed, to touch this woman. I turned to Natasha and watched her pretty eyes darken. She wanted me and before I knew it our tongues were tangled and moving in and out of each other’s mouths. I didn’t care about breathing right then; Natasha became my air. In that moment, she was the most vital element to my continued existence.
Natasha was it, the one, and I needed to show her how much I wanted her. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer. That must have been what she wanted because she started to put her body into it. We became like sparks of luminous light, building each other’s intensity. The rhythm we had let me know that everything I had felt about her all this time had led me to what I knew would be the most spectacular experience of my life. I knew I was finally going to feel the sensation of being deep inside of her.
I ran my hand across her luscious breasts and allowed them to linger there while she kissed me and explored my body with her hands. I glided my hands along her body slowly because I had envisioned this moment, dreamed about it, and now I was in it and I had no intention of rushing. I’d waited a long time. My hand drifted across her leg, under her skirt and was moving up her thighs on the way to her panties. What I discovered there was a soaked thong. I moved it out of the way and ran my fingers in her slickness.
She whimpered and started to push her mound against my fingers. I thrust my fingers into her and kept the pace of her gyrating hips before rubbing my thumb against her hard clit. And then she came. Hard. She clenched around my fingers and moaned.
Then it must have dawned on her just how far she allowed things to go, because her eyes opened wide and the previous lustful passion had been replaced with guilt. Natasha quickly moved back and I watched her smooth out her dress in front of her.
“That was wrong of me. I shouldn’t have let that go so far.” She kept her eyes and her voice lowered. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to tease you.”
