Copyrighted by SkyeRoseNovels
Author: SkyeRose
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Part 3
She wrapped her long arms around my waist and pulled me back inside my apartment. She closed the door behind us without even taking her hands away from my love handles. No words were spoken. None were needed. Her aqua colored eyes with all of their intensity and sensuousness said everything that was going to happen was greatly consented.
She did something that was abnormal to me. She picked me up in her arms and laid me on the couch. She looked me in the eyes and asked could she kiss me. My eyes told her yes and she shot a jolt of love deep in my mouth. I had surpassed being intoxicated with her love. I had become a lush for this woman. The way that my body reacted to her touch made me know that she knew that she was in full control of my body.
She took off her clothes with a rhythm of African drums and I was glad that she had no "added pleasures" (strap) attached to her waist. Her body was the eye of perfection for me. She sat on her kneed and I undid my robe. I looked at her and my eyes told her that I thought she was beautiful. She spoke aloud.
"My beauty is the mere shadow of yours. Your spirit and soul are the most beautiful designs that God could have put on this earth."
At that moment I realized that this wonderfully brilliant woman was so much more than her name. She was much more than a music teacher for elementary children. She was much more than a person. It was the heart of the woman that I was admiring. She was a goddess. She was my goddess of hearts. As she began to kiss all "my spots", as if she had kissed them before I touched my chest to feel my heart mending.
In the sacredness of lovemaking, I believe that two lovers should "explode" together. She knew this. She felt it. So with that she climbed on top of me and positioned herself. For hours, it seemed, we went clit to clit until I felt the "great coming".
I had always wanted to get to that point where I literally...ejaculated. I just knew that we were about to cum together. But she stopped.
She looked me in the eyes and spoke to me out loud.
"Virginia, making love is my form of music. Close your eyes. Feel my rhythm. Pant with the beat of my heart. But if on the inside you feel no potential love for me, then stop me now."
I pushed back lust and looked sensitively into her...and my eyes told her that I love was past the potential. It was there.
She guided me to lay on my back. She then opened my legs and took me to my own mental and emotional breakdown. I stepped outside of my body and went to a paradise where Les was my hostess.
She didn't merely lick and suck. This wonderful goddess served me. In my mouth I tasted a dinner and a fine wine the no human could ever prepare. My mouth watered uncontrollably and with all the pressure and pounds of conformity, I ejaculated. Les didn't let it soak the couch. She cleaned me up and stayed down on my lusciousness until she knew that I had released all that I could.
She crawled up to meet my wondering eyes, and I tasted myself. She tantalized and comforted my tongue. So even that it was relaxed and I felt like I could not speak.
So many times I had tried spas, and massage therapists. Nothing compared to this relaxation technique that Les sprung on me.
"What time is it Les?", I asked with a slurred tongue.
"I'd say it's about 1 Virginia, and I want to stay in your arms."
I smiled and there on the couch with only the heat and passion of love to keep us warm, we drifted to sleep.
The Morning After
I felt her slip out of my arms around 4:30 or so. She went into my bedroom and found a quilt to cover me with. She kissed my cheek and out the door she went.
The next morning was the Friday before Fall Holiday for the children and administrators. I got up and took a long shower and decided to wear a fitted skirt.
I strutted into work with a different attitude. Not only because I knew the kids were going to be a whole lot more relaxed, but because I would see my goddess.
I went into the teacher's lounge to get some coffee and some of the teachers began to tease me. They had only seen me in my regular "Holy Roller" skirts, as they called them. Les walked in after me and when I turned around her eyes widened. She mouthed "damn" to me and I just laughed in a sly grin.
I stared her down too. Just to make her uncomfortable. She had on loose clothing but I knew what was underneath. There was a goddess.
The day went by fast and before I knew it the last bell of the day was ringing. The kids charged past me and I had to make sure that everyone was out of the building before closing MLK Elementary for a whole week. Around 5:30 or so I turned out all the lights and went back to my office to find Les sitting on my desk.
"Come here baby, I want to feel your hips.", she said to me.
I did what I was told. I loved having her long arms around me. My body seemed to naturally rest into hers and I thought to myself: God I love this woman. I didn't know who she was, but neither did I care. I knew when I eventually found out that it would only make me love her more. We stood there embraced in a hug until we decided to break.
She grabbed my briefcase and we went walking out of the door smiling like two kids in love.
From nowhere this Puerto Rican chick starts hollering at Les and calling me all kinds of bitches.
"Jasmine chill out, and calm down...This is my fucking boss.", Les screamed back.
Ok...Right then I was thinking..."boss"?...And who in the hell was Jasmine?....