Scenario: by Angelpie, 6.16.02
We
are lazily making our way down the hallway. Apolo is nibbling at the nape
of my neck. Catching wisps of hair and winding them around with his tongue
pulling ever so gently. I trace swirls in the palm of his hand. He backs
me into a beautiful maroon lacquered door. He kisses me so hard our teeth
collide. The door swings open.
*********
It
is Saturday. Midnight. I walk into The Starlight alone – a status to
which I have become accustomed.
Sam has been gone one year exactly and my mourning is coming to an end.
I want to hear my boys play. I walk in mid-set. Michael escorts me to my regular table.
As we stroll by the stage, Ben looks down at me and nods. I smile back. Michael seats me, and I try to relax. The waiter has a gin and soda with extra lime set down in front of me before I even have a chance to look around. The guys finish with their set and step down by the table to say hi. They know it’s been hard on me. They come around to the house every few weeks just to make sure I’m getting out.
They go outside for their smoke break. I take a look around. I see lots of familiar faces. Patrice comes by and pays her respects. Anything she can do, just call her. Others wander by, sit for a minute, then leave. The boys start up again. How sweet they sound. Ray could always make me melt plucking away at those heavy strings. Oscar with just the right amount of piano. Ed barely brushing those cymbals. Ben gets on the mic, looks over at me, and announces, “This is for you Angel. We miss him too.” My stomach knots up.
“Would you care to dance?” a throaty voice asks stabbing through my melancholy.
I turn and look into the deepest hazel eyes I have ever seen. I cannot speak a word but for, “Yes.”
He takes me by the hand guiding me onto the dance floor. He holds me close, his left hand on the small of my back, touching the skin exposed by my low cut dress. This feels good — too good. We move by the front of the stage. I am apprehensive to look at the boys, but they are all smiling. I feel better. He feels me relax.
“Did I pass inspection?” he asks.
“I think so,” I reply.
“That’s a pretty special bunch of guys you have watchin’ out for you,” he says.
I nod.
“I’m Apolo. I knew Sam back in the day before he was managing.”
I smile. This name was familiar to me. Sam had told me countless stories of how he and Apolo had found themselves in all sorts of scrapes, followed by their amazing escapes.
“Ah, yes, I’ve heard quite a bit about you. I always wondered why we had not met,” I remark.
Maybe
there was a reason for that. I was feeling quite flush. I should have
refused that third drink. Or maybe it was just the beautiful stranger who
was guiding me along the dance floor . . . like we were floating. Nuzzling
my neck. Tracing my collarbone with his finger. The song ends.
“Let me buy you a drink,” he says.
“No, please,” I say as I touch my hand to his chest. “I’m sure I’ve had enough; let’s go out to the patio. I think I could use some air.”
He follows me out onto the deserted patio. Jasmine fills the air. I so love the scent. Vanilla, a hint of spice, and something I could never quite describe. Music wafts out through the open windows. Moonlight reflects off my bare shoulders. Apolo kisses one shoulder, then the other. Soft, feather kisses up my neck leading to my mouth. I moan softly as he covers my mouth. His kisses grow more urgent as he senses how hungry I am for touch. His hands cup my breasts through the thin cloth, kneading my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. I bite my lip, hard, to keep from crying out. He slowly backs me into the wall. The jasmine providing a lush barrier, between myself and the stone. His hand slides up my thigh pushing the filmy fabric out of his way, searching. His hand reaching further, looking into my eyes for confirmation. The scent of jasmine was overwhelming. I whisper his name over and over. He slips his fingers inside of me slowly.
“No rushing,” he whispers back.
He pulls them out just as slow. Back in again. Flexing his fingers. His thumb pressing gently on my clit. Moving it from side to side. All I can hear is my own labored breathing. Apolo lays his head against my heart and smiles.
“This make you feel good?” he asks.
“God, yes,” I reply.
He sees the flush creep over my chest and moves his fingers faster, pressing harder with his thumb. I close my eyes.
“Baby, open your eyes. I wanna watch you cum. I want to see your eyes dilate. I want…”
I cut him off with my moans. I can’t stop. Our eyes lock together. His pupils as big as mine. He is getting off on this as much as me. Stillness eventually overcomes us. He pulls his fingers away. Lifting them to his lips, licking them as if they were candy.
Oh, this intense, sexy man. His smile turning into a grin, he leans into me. I hold him, swirling my hands through his thick wavy hair. Breathing in deeply, feeling like I could be whole again.
Sam would understand. Sam would have to understand.
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