Chapter four
Darryl
The meal wasn’t as intimidating as Amelia had alluded to. There was nothing strange on the plate. Everything was quite delicious including the company which had me wondering if it would be appropriate to climb under the table to have dessert.
“I want everybody to be ready for tomorrow. There’s no way that you can prepare for something like this. I’ve done my best to give you my insight and the rest will have to come from your own fortitude. You are going to be exhausted by the end of the day and your muscles will feel fatigued.” I was giving them a speech, but my eyes were drawn to a certain young lady with the kind of body that I would want to put on a pedestal.
It was getting rather late and some had already retired for the evening leaving me with Amelia, Justice and the blond bombshell Juliet. They were hanging on my every word, but I could tell that Amelia was looking at Justice with more than casual interest.
“I think that I will adjourn to my bedroom. We have an early departure time tomorrow morning. I’m lucky that I’m one of the few that has my own room.” She got up and it wasn’t lost on me the way that she touched Justice’s shoulder. It was a signal for him to make his way up to her room after a suitable amount of time had elapsed.
A few minutes later and Justice with his dark and brooding nature was pretending to yawn by stretching his arms up over his head. He was making a spectacle of his exhausted state of mind. He apologized and with the liquor running through his veins, he found himself following the aromatic scent of a woman in heat. The contrast in their skin colors was minimal. She was Egyptian and he was African American.
“It looks like it’s just the two of us and I will understand if you don’t want to spend time with a stuffy professor.” She didn’t make a move to exit the dining room. She was definitely feeling no pain and had indulged enough to feel it in the morning.
“I don’t have any place I need to be. I’m enjoying myself and I don’t see there’s anything wrong with that. I’m fascinated by the life you have led. It makes me think I have been wasting my time being afraid of the unknown. I get that from my parents.” She took a mouthful of an aged wine and she sputtered some of it out of her mouth.
It ran down in between her cleavage leaving her quite transparent to the naked eye.
I cleared my throat and pulled at the collar of my shirt with that nervous tension surrounding us. I was feeling the effects of the liquor and becoming quite bold with how I was staring unabashedly at her breasts.
“You don’t have to say that and I do find myself somewhat long winded during some of my stories.” I drank from the glass, staring at her over the rim and giving her my best bedroom eyes. I felt like I was breathing underwater.
The divorce had taken a toll on my love life and I was a little gun shy about approaching a potential conquest. I had some liquid encouragement. Unbuttoning the first couple of buttons on my shirt was having her move her finger around the rim of her glass. Her eyes were glazed over, but I could tell that she knew exactly what she was doing.
“I’m not known to tell lies and you can take it as gospel that I enjoy listening to every word you say in class and outside of it. I can’t believe that I’m about to say this.” She had me on the edge of my seat. I begged the universe not to be cruel and instead to be kind.
“We’ve known each other for a short time, but I feel that it’s been longer than that. I look at you and I can envision in your eyes the ideal woman staring back at me.” I wasn’t much of a wordsmith when it came to seducing the ladies. How I was able to come up with these tidbits of gold was beyond me.
“Flattery is going to get you everywhere.” Taking advantage of her in her inebriated state wasn’t the furthest thing from my mind.
“I feel sometimes my divorce makes me a pariah in the female eyes. I’m damaged goods and they must think that I was the reason it didn’t work out between me and my ex-wife. I can’t blame them for thinking that because I mistakenly thought the same thing for quite some time.” I touched her hand and she didn’t try to pull away from me in disgust.
“I never thought any such thing, but I have wondered the reason why it went to hell. I can’t believe that a fucking bitch like her could even snag you. She was high maintenance and you didn’t deserve to be carrying her purse like some sort of lap dog.” She must’ve seen me out and about with Gail during one of her shopping binges.
“She made me believe it was normal behavior and that every girl had a room dedicated to shoes. So many shoes… I literally had nightmares of them burying me alive and maybe I should have taken that as a sign of things to come. The writing was on the wall and I was reluctant to see it. She could never give me her full attention.” I was rubbing my thumb over the back of her hand and I could see that her nipples were quite pronounced.
“I would rather not talk about her and she didn’t know a good thing when she had it. You are a kind man with a lot to offer the right woman and I don’t want you to forget that.” The candlelight gave the perfect ambiance for romance.
I cautiously leaned forward and gave her the lightest kiss on her lips. I didn’t want to force anything untoward. It seemed prudent to take my time and to gauge her reaction.
“I think we should concentrate on each other instead of lamenting about the past. I made a mistake and I don’t want to make the same one again. I know you were trying to say something and I interrupted you. I think I know what you were going to say and there’s no need to.” I was looking into the liquid pools of her green eyes.
I was a little unsteady on my feet and I didn’t want to make a fool out of myself by falling face first on the floor.
“You are genuine and sincere which is a far cry from those who are looking to get into my pants by any means necessary. Boys tend to say and do anything to seal the deal. I’m not getting that impression from you, Darryl. When I saw you for the first time in class at the first of the year, I became slightly flustered and that has never happened before.” I took her hand and gave her the feeling that she was the only person in the room.
“That’s nice of you to say, but I have a confession to make. It’s not just your body that I’m interested in. Of course, I have undressed you from afar and would really like the opportunity to see if my fantasies match up to reality. I find your intellect and attention to detail hard to deny.” I wasn’t sure what I was expecting for a response.
“If I didn’t think that it was unladylike, I would jump across the table and land squarely in your lap. I don’t think any woman in my position could blame me. My father used to tell me not to be fooled by those with a silver tongue.” I could almost feel her body gyrating on top of me.
“I don’t know what you are waiting for and there’s no time like the present.” I might have sounded a little bit too anxious, but it didn’t stop her from getting up and looking around to see if somebody was going to witness this exchange.
“I just want to go on the record to state emphatically this is the liquor talking. I do know what I’m saying and doing. I wouldn’t be able to become this vixen without the wine fueling me into action.” She came over and sat on my lap with her back toward me. I couldn’t help but give her a reason to giggle with anticipation.
“I can’t help myself and you’ve been in my thoughts for quite some time.” I thought back to what Amelia was talking about earlier in the evening. It was like a light bulb had gone off over my head. The secret she was holding tight was Juliet’s interest in me.
“Bear with me and I’ve never given a lap dance before.” She moved in a circle and there was no doubt that she could feel my arousal burning from my loins. “I can only hope that I’m going to remember this in the morning. The feeling is indescribable and leaves me at a loss for words.” It was her actions making more sense than anything she had to say.
“I don’t know how you’re going to take this, but I am also fortunate enough to have my own room. I don’t suppose that I could convince you to come up to my room for a nightcap. I know how unseemly that might sound, but I can’t help the way that I feel.” Her hot breath was on my neck, as she leaned back with her hands taking mine and placing them on her breasts.
“I know it’s not appropriate, but I can’t seem to shake this feeling that I won’t get another chance. Taking this leap of faith isn’t easy for me and I hope that you don’t feel like I am throwing myself at you.” The only thing I could feel was the heat from underneath driving me to say whatever I had to.
“I’m going to pay the check and then we can slip into something more comfortable…like my sheets wrapped around us.” I was already breathing heavily and trying my best to justify my actions.