Fitness 4Play: One Night Stand (Novel 1) (6 page)

(Minnie Riperton, "Baby This Love
I Have" playing in the background)

It is a Thursday evening. Lucy was off today
so she stayed overnight at my house. Pulling into my driveway, the
heavenly voice of Minnie Riperton captures my eardrum. A cool
breeze whistles by me. Walking towards the door, scattered autumn
leaves get crushed under my red and black Air Force Ones sneakers.
Once inside, fresh scent of lavender greets my nose. The house was
damn near spotless. Clothes once adorned on the floor are washed,
dried and hanging in my closet. Thank God for Lucy because my crib
needed some fine tuning.

"Hey my little milk chocolate man. Have fun
at work today?" she said before planting a soft, succulent kiss on
my lips. She had a scarf on her head and wore one of my white
beaters with blue pajama pants.

"A lot of fun. Had 10 clients to train back
to back," I replied. My eyes sagged like I never heard of sleep. It
was one of those toilsome days at Freewill Fitness.

"Wow. I can tell you are exhausted."

"Exhausted isn't the word. A brotha is beat!
But I love helping people getting in shape even if it means I have
to get tired in the process."

She gave me a warm smile and said, "Well
that's great you care for your clients. The world needs more
trainers like you."

I reciprocated her smile. "Thanks. I needed
to hear that. You show know how to make me feel good ma'am." I
embraced her smooth, delicate torso and planted a kiss on her
forehead.

"Aww. Don't mention it. What you need to do
sir is take your jacket off and relax." She helps me pull my white
and blue Ecko hoodie jacket off. Afterwards, she escorts me to my
cream-colored couch.

I raise my left eyebrow. "Hmmm. What you got
up your sleeve, Ms. Jackson?"

"That's none of your business, nosy man. Just
let things happen," She replied in a smooth, mischievous way.

She instructs me to take my shirt off and go
sit down in front of the couch. I obliged. She tells me she will be
right back. Lucy retreats upstairs into my bedroom.

I wonder what in the world does this woman
got in store for me now. Forget Ms. Pink Dress, I should
re-nickname her piñata because she is full of surprises! Last
week, she surprised me with a video game I yearn to get for weeks.
The game sat on top of my Xbox as if it magically appeared. I still
can't figure out how she sneaked it by me. I love that about Lucy.
I'm the type of man who gets bored easy. To preserve my interest, a
woman has to keep my attention span pulsating. Lucy keeps my
attention span alive.

"Lucy, what are you doing?" I bellowed up to
her. I'm getting a tad bit restless. I was waiting for almost 10
minutes. My patience needs to improve but I just got off work. You
know how it is.

"In a minute babe. So hold your mule." She
replies back.

I start laughing. Only my grandma, mama and
other older relatives said 'hold your mule.' It reminded me Lucy
grew up in an old-school household like myself.

I laid my head on the couch and closed my
eyes. A minute later, I reopen them and Lucy is standing at the top
of the stairwell. "Got damn," I murmured to myself. She is wearing
a see-through turquoise nightgown hugs her curves 'oh so well.'
Lucy walks down the stairs. Each footstep taken down the spiral
stairwell appears to be in slow motion. As Lucy got closer, she
holds up a bottle of massage lubricant oil. Her appearance dazzled
me enough to not notice she held something.

"I told you to relax mister. I see I'm gonna
have to massage the crankiness out of you." She utters in a smooth,
feminine tone. She positions herself on the couch with her legs
in-between my seated body.

"Oh. Is that so?" I replied while looking up
at her from over my right shoulder.

"That is so."

She begins pouring the massage lubricant oil
into her hands, leans in and whispers in my right ear, "I need to
you to lean forward Mr. Banks." The sweet scent of lavender oozes
from her skin pores.

"Yes ma'am!" I replied. I leaned my torso
forward.

She squeezes and rubs the oil in her hands.
Afterwards, she proceeds to massage my muscular back. Her small,
soft hands caress every crevice. Joints crack as she adds pressure
to certain spots. My eyes shut to soak in the moment. A warm,
soothing sensation flows throughout my spine. After a stressful day
at work, this massage is hitting the spot.

She leans forward to whisper in my ear
"Feeling good to you?" Her erect breasts rub against my back. My
dick begins to stiffen through my boxers.

"Uh huh."I was in pure ecstasy. If ecstasy
delivers this level of euphoria, I don't ever need to try it
because I would be an addict. Lucy could be a masseuse in case she
grows tiresome of the nurse lifestyle.

"I'm happy to hear that. I hope you know I
got more in store for you mister."

"Oh. You do?" I reply in a low, masculine
tone.

"Yes sir." She begins nibbling on my earlobe.
The warmth of her tongue shifts my senses to erotic mode.

"See, I thought you were trying to relax me,
not seduce me, Ms. Jackson?" I joke. Of course, I do not mind being
seduced. It is a rare thing. I love seduction so much, a woman
never gets to seduce me. I relish being the "sensual navigator."
Lucy is on a whole different level from other women I dealt with.
It makes sense she flip the script on me.

After nibbling on my ear, she begins kisses
me on my neck while still massaging my back. By now, my dick is
fully erect. It is ready to get inside Lucy like a ravenous pit
bull on a T-bone steak! She stops kissing my neck and grabs my
hand. Her hazelnut eyes fixate on my roasted chestnut eyes. "Follow
me mister," Lucy instructs. I oblige.

We both stand as she leads me to my upstairs
restroom. I heeded her curvy, voluptuous booty the entire trip.
Additional excitement creeps down to my genitals. She turns on the
shower and takes off her nightgown to reveal her radiant, golden
figure. She walks up to me. Our faces are whiskers away from one
another as she unfastens my belt buckle and bends down to pull off
my blue denim jeans.

"Looks like someone is happy to see me," Lucy
utters while observing my 8-inch erection. Her soft hands provide
gentle strokes to my shaft. She squats down to eye level of my
erect dick. Her tongue swirls around the head for about 30 seconds;
which causes muscles I forgot I had to tense up. I wish she
wouldn't have stopped. Nonetheless, I'm letting Lucy do her
"seductive thang."

"C'mon. Let's get in the shower." She grabs
my hand and we enter the shower together. Water trickles off both
of our skin. She grabs my African black bar soap and lathers my
well-toned physique. The cascading water rinses away the suds. Back
in high school, I fantasized about a fine female showering with me.
Prior to Lucy, I've taken showers with other women. However, Lucy's
seductiveness, in combination with my feelings for her, makes her
the best shower partner thus far.

Suds swirl around my torso; I gaze into
Lucy's alluring eyes. I couldn't take this shit no more! Time to go
into "sensual navigator" mode! I grab and pull by the waist. Lucy's
breast connects with my broad chest. Our lips and tongue unite with
fervent desire. One hand caresses her natural black curly hair
while the other lay firmly on her butt. I push her on the shower
wall. Water swishes in my mouth as I dug my tongue into her neck.
Lucy moans as I navigate my tongue to her tender breast. I lick
around Lucy's nipples and suck them vehemently. She jerks away so I
ease up to return her to euphoria. She grabs my 8-inches and rubs
it against her clit. The moistness of her pussy sends my excitement
level to an all-time high. My dick couldn't get more erect than it
was but it was trying!

After a few minutes of foreplay, I lifted up
her left leg, grab my dick and slowly inserted it inside her. Her
groans increase with each inch. Her pussy receives slow, deliberate
strokes as the water splashed off our intertwined bodies.

Within a few minutes, the water became cold
in which disrupted our lovemaking momentarily. We quickly got out
the shower. I grabbed 2 towels. When we dried off, I picked up Lucy
"marriage style" and headed to the bedroom.

(Ginuwine "So Anxious" playing in
the background)

I laid Lucy down on my bed and got between
her legs. I grab and lift both of her legs to the ceiling
re-entered her wet, sizzling pussy. She groaned in ecstasy while
squeezing the bed covers around her. To go deeper inside her, I
positioned push-up style while maintaining the hold on her upward
legs. Each stroke caresses the bottom of her kitty cat. Her body
trembles with satisfaction each time my dick is re-inserted. We
stayed in the position for several minutes. Suddenly, she yells,
"Devin! Baby, I love you! I love you!"

"Huh??? Did she say what I think she said?
Was it me or the dick that got her saying this? Our chemistry is A1
so maybe she does love my crazy butt," I thought to myself.

I put her legs down and rested my torso
against hers. We gazed at each other as I stroke her
heavenly-feeling pussy. As each minute past, I stroked harder and
faster. Within 20 minutes of our sexual romp, Lucy had a full-blown
orgasm. Lucy's body shook as if she was having a seizure. Her toes
curled up while her pussy walls clamped firmly on my dick. When a
woman's body does all those things, she undoubtedly is having an
orgasm.

Soon after, I climax as well. Speechless, we
both stared at the ceiling in a sweaty heap for about 10 minutes.
My heart fluttered faster than a moth's wings. When Lucy and I have
sex, it is not merely sex. It is more like a match between 2 MMA
fighters. We go at it!

"So Devin, are you relaxed now?" She said
while cuddling up in my arms and head lying on my broad chest.

"Hmmm. I guess I feel a little at ease now."
I said with a smirk.

"That's good because now I'm exhausted." We
both start laughing.

I rub her scalp and slip my fingers through
her hair. "I understand. We do go at like some fighters." In this
moment, I ask her. Otherwise, it would have permeated my mind all
night long.

"Sooooo Lucy. I got a question for you."

"Sure babe. What it is?"

I took a deep breath before asking. "Did you
really mean that when you said you love me?"

Lucy lifts her head. Her hazelnut eyes brims
with sincerity.

"Devin, when I say I love someone, I truly
mean that." She proceeds to give me a warm, sincere kiss on my
lips. If Lucy is lying, she could be a Hollywood actress. Because
she's got me 110% convinced.

"Wow. I feel you. Honestly, I feel the same
way about you." I couldn't believe I uttered those words but they
were true. Ever since I met this woman, she has had a magnetic hold
on me. Even when I was fooling around with other females, I thought
about Lucy. Like Usher said, "I got it bad."

Upon hearing those words, she looked at me
astonished. "Really Devin? Ahhh! Don't make me cry." Tears of joy
stream down her face. I use my thumb to wipe the tears.

"Yes, I do. I Love Lucy! Like the TV show."
We share a heartfelt laugh.

The moment I uttered those words, my status
changed from "single" to "in a relationship" on Facebook and other
social media websites. I was going from dealing with multiple women
to only one. From countless one night stands to masturbation when
she is on her menstrual cycle.

Damn. Devin got a girlfriend. This is my
first serious relationship. Hope I'm ready for it.

Life is great! I'm making strides towards a
business plan, my mother is taking less medication to control her
diabetes, and my relationship with Lucy continues to grow. But in
every rose, there is always one thorn. I once read in a self-help
book, 'You will always have at least one egg in your basket until
the day you die. That's just the way life works. The thorn and egg
is my father: Larry Banks. His battle with alcohol addiction has
been for half of his life. A few months ago, he checked himself
into Lakeside Drug & Alcohol Rehabilitation Center.

Back in the day, he would come home at odd
hours of night reeking of perfume and booze. Neither he nor my
mother is aware I remember those instances as a kid. I got a
photographic memory when it pertains to my upbringing. The
recurrent dreams (or shall I say nightmares) of my parents' late
night arguments stems from Larry's transgressions. Their quarrels
are the main reason I shunned love and affection from females until
I met Lucy. Even with her, it is an uphill battle to give myself
emotionally.

(My smartphone rings)

I answer it. "Hello."

"Hey! So are you still going to see your
father today?" asks my mother.

"Hey mama. Yes ma'am. I'm getting ready to
drive up to Lakeside now."

"Ok. Good. He is going to be ecstatic to see
you."

"I know. It's been awhile since we've seen or
spoken to each other. I feel it is time to break the ice and go
talk to him."

"I'm happy to hear that. You are sounding and
behaving so mature now a days. I'm really proud of you."

A warm smile forms over my face. "Thank you,
mama. I appreciate that, especially coming from you."

"You're welcome, baby. Well I'm about to get
off the phone. I've got a hair appointment in about 30
minutes."

I rub my chin. "Hair appointment? Hmmm. You
got a date, mama?"

"Boy, I'm just trying to look good. However,
if you got someone in mind, then yes, I got a date."

"Mama, you're crazy! I'm not cupid but I will
keep a lookout for you." I reply, chuckling.

"No you won't but I will hold you to it.
Anyway, I will talk you later. Bye baby. I love you."

"Ok. Love you too."