Choices (21 page)
Authors: Skyy
“Yeah, maybe that's where you get it from,” Misha agreed. “So, you know you were highly recommended by Carmen and Lena. They told me I should take a chance on you.”
“Well, what do you think?” Cooley said.
“I think I loved all the flowers.”
Cooley had started sending a bouquet of flowers to Misha every day after they met.
“I also know that I have heard girls talk about Cooley losing her touch.”
Cooley sighed. She hated thinking that her rep was being tainted, but she was willing to give it up for Misha.
“Really? See, girl, I told you I'm changing. I haven't been on a single date or had no pusâI mean, hooked up wit' anyone since I met you.”
“That's interesting, very interesting.” Misha smiled. “Well, I guess I should be leaving now.”
Cooley jumped up. “Leaving? Why?
There's no need for you to leave. Stay.”
“No, I don't think that's a good idea. Tell Carmen I came by.” She headed to the door, and Cooley quickly jumped up and grabbed her arm.
“Damn, girl. Why you gotta be so damn hard? I'm trying to step to ya for real and ya keep putting a nigga down. Damn, girl, give me a break and stop being so hard. Am I really that bad to you?” Cooley realized she was getting emotional, something she never did. She tried to hold it in.
“Maybe you are, maybe you aren't. I don't know if that's a risk I need to take right now.”
“Well, I hope you make room in your dorm for more flowers, 'cause I don't plan on stopping anytime soon, until you give me the chance I deserve.” Cooley looked Misha in her eyes, and for once she couldn't read her to know what to do next.
“Cooley, I admit I like you, but I don't want to take a chance and get my heart broken.”
“I'm taking a big-ass chance too, you know. I'm trying to be right, trying to be a good man, and that's real different. Why can't we take the chance together?” Misha looked at Cooley again. She realized just how serious Cooley was. Cooley couldn't resist. She grabbed Misha and pulled her close, laying a passionate kiss on her.
Misha felt her legs shaking. She had never experienced a kiss so intense.
“I am going to give you a chance. I hope you don't fuck it up,” Misha said as she recovered from the kiss she had just received.”
“I don't plan to.” Cooley scooped Misha in her arms and kissed her again. She didn't plan on letting go anytime soon.
Chapter 27
Carmen stared at the door to the motel room. She didn't know why she agreed to see Tameka again. Maybe it was the sadness in Tameka's voice when she called. Tameka continued to call nonstop since they bumped into each other on campus. Carmen did a good job of ignoring her calls, but she couldn't help but read the text messages and listen to the voice mails. So she found herself staring at a door from the past, the same room they used to get on weekends.
“What the hell am I doing here?” Carmen said to herself as she turned around to leave.
“I thought I heard someone out here,” Tameka said opening the door. “Glad you came.” Tameka smiled. She knew deep inside that Carmen wouldn't disappoint her.
“Yeah, I came. Now what's up? I don't have much time,” Carmen said, walking into the room. She made a vow to keep an attitude the whole time she was in the room.
Tameka wrapped her arms around Carmen. “You lookin' good, baby girl.”
Carmen quickly moved. “Tameka, what do you want?”
Tameka looked at Carmen, shocked by her attitude. “So you still trippin' 'cause of ole gal, huh? That's fucked up, C.”
“Tameka, you called me here, so just tell me what the hell you want, 'cause I have to meet my ole gal in an hour.” Carmen said, proud of the way she was handling the situation.
Tameka stood up and walked up on Carmen. “Bae, I can't take this shit anymore. You got me all fucked up in the head. I can't stop thinking about you. I dream about you at night, I think about you all day. I need you back, C. I can't be without you. I know I fucked up big time, but please let me make it up to ya.”
Tameka was so close, Carmen could smell the Jean Paul on her clothes. She felt her knees getting weak. “Tameka, I am in a relationship. I can't go back to the past.”
“C, please think about it. I know Rico, I mean, Nic, doesn't have shit on me. I know you inside and out,” Tameka said rubbing her hands up Carmen's spine, sending chills all through Carmen's body. “She can't do the things I can do and you know it. Are you sure you don't want to give it another go?”
Carmen took a deep breath. She could feel her panties getting moist. Tameka was too close, which caused Carmen to go weak in the knees. “Um, I am sure.”
Tameka took her cue. She pulled Carmen close. “Don't seem too sure to me.” Tameka put her hand on Carmen's back and began to rub up and down. She brushed her hand against the back of Carmen's neck. Carmen shivered as Tameka hit one of her hot spots.
“I gotta go,” Carmen whispered, unable to use her full voice.
“What if I can't let go?”
Tameka pulled Carmen completely close. She pressed her lips against Carmen's. Her lips were still as soft as ever.
Carmen wanted to resist but she couldn't. She wrapped her arms around Tameka as their tongues caressed.
Tameka pulled Carmen's panties down from under her skirt. She felt Carmen's wetness. “I knew you missed Papi.” Tameka smiled as she picked Carmen up and laid her on the bed. “You want it?”
Carmen couldn't speak. She shook her head, trying to resist temptation.
Tameka let her tongue slither up Carmen's right thigh. “Say you want it.”
Carmen wanted to say no. She gathered up all of her might to form the words. “I want it.”
Carmen moaned as Tameka's tongue entered her walls. Tameka worked her tongue on Carmen, trying to prove her point. She knew she was succeeding.
Carmen closed her eyes and let Tameka work her magic. Carmen's body responded, shivering from the hurting Tameka was giving her lips. The emotions were becoming too much.
Carmen pushed her body away from Tameka, but Tameka quickly grabbed her around her thighs.
“Don't run. Take it.”
Carmen obeyed the orders. She let go, giving her body freely to Tameka.
Tameka worked her tongue in a steady rhythmic motion. She knew what spots to hit, just how to handle Carmen.
Carmen's body began to tremble more, releasing an orgasmic sensation. Her body went limp from the intense orgasm.
Tameka raised her head and smirked. “I knew this was still my pussy.”
Tameka's words hit Carmen like a rock. Guilt immediately set in. She jumped up off the bed stumbling to grab clothing items. “What the fuck is wrong with me? This can never, will never happen again. Do not call me any more!” She ran out of the motel room before Tameka could respond.
Carmen ran to her car with tears pouring down, wondering what she was going to tell Nic.
Tameka turned the television on. “Yeah, okay, we will see.”
Cooley prepared the room for a night of pure ecstasy. She planned on taking Misha to heaven and back. Tiny blue jars held tea lights, illuminating the room with a soft blue glow. A vase of orchids sat on the desk; they were Misha's favorite. Cooley went to the farmers' market and bought the ripest strawberries she could find. They sat surrounded by fresh pineapple pieces Cooley cut herself. Cooley turned on her special MP3 mix on her computer, complete with songs guaranteed to set the mood.
“All right, playboy, time to do the damn thing,” Cooley said to herself while brushing her hair. She wanted to make sure her look matched the atmosphere of the room. Misha had her unlike any other woman. Cooley was used to women throwing their pussy at her, but Misha made her prove herself. Cooley was willing to wait, but tonight she didn't want to hear no. That made her remember to put Avant's “Don't Say No” on the play list.
Cooley heard a knock at the door and knew it was time to get down. She sprayed herself with a bit of Issey Miyake, just to entice Misha's senses a little more. She hit play on the computer. It started with “Meeting in My Bedroom” by Silk.
Misha walked in the room and looked around. “You think you finna get some, don't you?” She laughed, trying not to focus on how sexy Cooley looked.
“No, I don't think I'm going to get some,” Cooley said as she walked up behind Misha. “I know.” She turned Misha around and pushed her up against the wall.
Misha put her hands on Cooley's chest, but Cooley quickly pushed them up over her head. “Take it,” she whispered to Misha, causing Misha's panties to get wet.
Cooley slowly pulled Misha's shirt off as the sound of Ginuwine's “So Anxious” flooded the room.
“Fuck it,” Misha said as she started to unbutton her pants.
Cooley grabbed her hands.
“I got this,” she said as she pushed Misha's hands back on the wall. Cooley slowly unbuttoned Misha's lace bra. She could tell it was new. Cooley laughed in her mind; she knew Misha knew what was going down before she came. She licked around her right nipple, caressing the left breast in her hand. Misha's nipples became rock-hard.
“Ummmm.” Misha moaned as Cooley showed off her tongue skills on her breasts. “Damn, girl.”
“Shhhh. Don't talk, just listen,” Cooley instructed as Jodeci started to play. Cooley picked Misha up and carried her to her bed. She picked up a strawberry and dipped it in chocolate. Slowly she fed the strawberry to Misha, making sure some of the chocolate dripped on her lips. “Let me get that.” Cooley placed another passionate kiss on Misha.
Misha's body was ready to explode. She squirmed her legs around as Cooley licked chocolate off of her stomach and breasts.
Cooley slowly unbuttoned Misha's pants as she stared into her eyes. She wanted to take it slow; she wanted Misha to savor every moment of it.
Floetry began to tell them to “Say Yes.” Cooley got on her knees and licked around Misha's belly button. She gave her a sensual kiss on her side. Misha was about to cum off the kiss alone. “Are you ready?”
Misha nodded yes.
“Watcha say?”
“Yes.”
“I can't hear you.”
“Yes, baby! Yes, please, yes,” Misha moaned as Cooley pulled her panties off. Misha nodded her head, as she was breathing too hard to talk.
Cooley took a blindfold and tied it over Misha's eyes.
“No fair, I want to watch,” Misha whined.
“Quiet before I tie something around your mouth, too.” Janet was telling them that anytime and anyplace was good. Cooley kissed her way up Misha's thigh, making her way to Misha's most private place. Cooley placed her finger inside Misha's walls, and she was soaking wet. Cooley was pleased. She grabbed Misha around her ass and began to indulge in her sweet nectar. She worked her tongue around her walls. Misha's pussy pulsated from the sensation.
Cooley reached on her tray and grabbed two tiny Dentyne Liquid Ice balls. When the balls began to dissolve in her mouth she placed her tongue in Misha's pussy.
“Shiiiiiiiit!” Misha couldn't believe the cold sensation that filled her. “What the fuck was that?” The Dentyne instantly made her whole pussy cold as ice. She tried to slide back, but Cooley positioned her arms around her butt so that she couldn't move.
Cooley ignored her questions and indulged in Misha, making her tongue do dirty dances all over her clit.
Misha's body began to tense up. “Cooley, I . . . can't . . . shiiiiiiiit!” She yelled as her body began to experience pure orgasmic convulsions.
“Straight Fucking” began to play. That was Cooley's cue. She began to strap on her manhood. Misha removed the blindfold from her face as Cooley climbed on top of her. Misha and Cooley began to kiss as Cooley entered her with eight thick inches. Misha flinched, but quickly picked up rhythm as she gyrated her hips along with Cooley.
Cooley tapped Misha on her thigh and signaled to her to turn over. Misha looked at Cooley, breathing hard, unable to move right away. She slowly turned over and got on her knees.
“Don't give out on me now.” Cooley smirked.
“Whatever, man. I can take anything you throw my way.”
Cooley smiled. “Okay, I am going to remember that shit.” She slowly entered Misha from behind. She lightly tapped Misha's ass, which vibrated, causing small waves to appear on her flesh. Cooley was pleased; she began to smack it harder, simply to make the waves deeper.
Misha moved her ass, taking every deep stroke that Cooley attempted to give her. She wasn't about to be shown up.
“Smack my ass,” Misha said.
Cooley gave her a tap on her right cheek.
“Harder, baby,” Misha moaned.
Cooley slapped it again.
“Is that all you got?”
“Oh, okay then, you want it like that.” Cooley opened her palm and smacked Misha on her butt, causing Misha to let out a moan. She wanted to laugh at the small handprint slowly disappearing from Misha's ass. “Was that hard enough?”
“Yes, baby, get this pussy!” Misha whimpered, as she held tightly on to the pillow in front of her. Cooley pounded Misha's pussy. The sensation of her strap against her own flesh caused Cooley's juices to flow.
Misha's moans intensified; they were about to cum together.
“Oh, shit!” Misha said as her legs gave out. She fell to the bed, causing Cooley to fall on top of her.
Cooley wasn't done. She continued to stroke inside as Misha panted, trying to catch her breath.
Cooley kissed on Misha's back, tasting the saltiness of her sweaty skin. She began to feel the rush from the strap grinding against her pelvis. Cooley let out a grunt as she came from the sensation. She rolled over and wrapped her arms around Misha.
“I knew there was a reason I wanted you.”
“I guess it was worth the wait.” Misha laughed as she planted a sensual kiss on Cooley. Cooley agreed.
They fell asleep to the sounds of Maxwell's “Submerge.”
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