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This week, we’re kicking off a new series, Erotic Fiction Fridays. Black women are unique and beautiful beings. Our essence is copied by many, judged by all but worshipped by not enough. This series will introduce you to the layers of sexuality and power that lives within the plight of a black woman, told through various views. Keep up with the series by subscribing to the blog and following the writers. Now on to your #FridayRead [Mature content]
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Chapter excerpt from the Amazon best selling book Untraditional: A Collection of Passion-Fy Short Stories.
HE STAYED TWO DOORS DOWN from me. I saw him as I walked upstairs after a long day at work; 6’2”, mocha-skinned and shining from the sweat of just playing two hours of basketball at the YMCA. He carried his basketball in the crease of his muscular forearm as chiseled as the rest of his body. His cut-off Jordan shirt and shorts showed that he worked out daily, focusing on his calves, thighs and biceps.I rushed to unlock my door so that he didn’t see me dazzled by his stature. My key kept slipping past the lock as I looked up to see him walking my way. Finally able to stick my key in the lock, I looked up again and caught eyes with the gorgeous man.
His eyes searched my body, from the hair on my head to the warmth between my legs. I broke eye contact as I fell into my foyer. I regained my composure and quickly turned to watch him walk downstairs. As soon as he reached the bottom step, he looked up, as if he knew that I would be looking and boy, was he right about that!
That night as I took a shower, visions of his physique popped in and out of my mind. As the water rolled over my body, I imagined my hands were his and ran them over all the places where I wanted him. Just daydreaming of his touch caused me to come, wanting to do nothing more but to have him deep inside me.
I stepped out of the shower and heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I raced to my door to look out of the peep hole in hopes of getting another glimpse of him, but it was just those obese, loud-talking women who lived across the hall from me.
You are so dumb, I told myself. I couldn’t believe how much of an internal uproar I was making about that man. And I didn’t even know his name.
As I leaned against the door, there was a sudden knock. I looked at the clock and noticed it was 10:00pm. Who was at my door at this time of night? Forgetting that I was still in my towel, I opened the door.
It was him. He paused for a minute to take notice of me standing there in front of him completely naked, besides a towel. He struggled to find his voice.
“Hey, I hate to bother you so late but, I locked myself out my apartment. Can I use your phone?”
“Sure,” I replied and suddenly realized I was only wearing a towel.
“Excuse me, I don’t normally answer the door like this…I mean I didn’t do it because it was you…never mind just come in.”
I cut my talk short, since I was putting my foot in my own mouth anyway, and gestured him through the door.
I ran to the back room and popped on a Kobe sweatshirt and some cheerleading shorts. I was rushing, so I didn’t have time to put on underwear. I grabbed my cell phone and went back in the living room where he was.
“Here you go,” I said, handing the cell phone out to him.
He took the phone out of my hand, lightly caressing my finger. The touch of his skin made my own skin warm up. To avoid an awkward situation, I went into the kitchen and started taking the dishes out of the dishwasher. I could hear bits and pieces of his conversation, but not anything clear. I turned to see if he was finished with my phone, when I caught him staring at me.
He quickly turned and went back to the conversation. I looked down and noticed that my shorts had risen up, showing just the lower crease of my bottom. I pulled the side down and continued to take out the dishes. I snickered to myself, surprised that he would let me catch him in the act of getting a free peek, but somehow I liked it.
What the hell? I whispered to myself. I picked up a plate and bent down completely into the dishwasher to act as if there was a dish stuck in the back. I could feel the breeze gliding through my shorts. At that moment, I knew both butt cheeks were showing, giving him more to peek at. I could feel his heated stare, as the phone conversation came to a halt.
I made sure to pause long enough for him not to memorize the details of my cove, but just enough to keep pictures popping up in his mind about how nicely shaped my ass was. I placed a glass on the shelf and glared out of my peripheral.
He quickly turned back toward the T.V. and continued his conversation, apologizing to the other person on the phone about the miscommunication and asking them to repeat what they had said.
I smirked, reminding myself that I still had it. About ten more minutes passed and I was sitting in my chair when he finished his phone conversation.
“Thank you. My cousin is going to come by with the spare key. He lives right down the street from here.” He told me.
I was a little saddened to know that he was leaving, but satisfied that he was able to get back into his apartment, even though he was more than welcome to stay here with me in my bed for however long he wanted. I escorted him to my door, opening it slowly for him. He walked up close to me, face to face.
It was as if he wanted to kiss me and knew I wanted him to, but he only replied, “Thank you again and I’ll see you around.” I couldn’t believe it. My body wanted him so bad, but there was no way that he wanted the same thing, or so I thought.
A couple of days passed and I did not see the stranger. I stayed attentive to who was walking past my door, but he was never there when I looked out my peep hole. My mind and body were disappointed. I plotted out in my mind that the next time that I saw him, I would be bold and ask him out. He had to have felt the vibe that was circling us.
I got myself ready for bed, and plopped down to watch a midnight episode of House. Before the second commercial break, I was asleep. I was dreaming about a paradise rendezvous with my mystery man when I heard arguing outside my apartment. I got up, slid on my comfy house shoes and slowly walked over to the door to be nosey.
I looked through my peep hole to see my mystery man and a woman in a yelling match. I couldn’t really make out what they were saying outside of the “shits,” “damns” and “fuck-yous.”
She was crying and he was gritting his teeth. It was weird, because his gritting turned me on. She ran up to him and tried to give him a hug, but he pushed her off and told her to leave. My mind was racing, trying to figure out what could have caused such a horrible argument? Did she say the wrong thing?
Did she get caught in the wrong? Maybe, she had been caught cheating.
What a dummy, I whispered to myself. How could any woman want to do a man like that wrong? What was her problem? Maybe she was blind, or just plain dumb. The woman yelled one more “Fuck you” and stomped down the stairs. I could hear her opening and slamming her car door furiously. I put my attention back on him and watched as his face turned from total anger, to being distraught, almost as if the air had been taken from his lungs. I opened the door slowly and looked to the right and then to the left at him.
“Is everything ok?”
“Yeah”, he looked up at me, “Everything is better now. I had to clean house and get my shit right. Sorry about all that commotion.”
“It’s cool. I was just worried that someone was caught breaking into an apartment or something.”
He laughed a little and the tension in the air lightened up just a tad.
“Well I just wanted to check on everything. I was worried about you…I mean…I was worried about what was going on out here. Let me know if you need anything, ok?”
I was hoping that he missed my stumble in words.
“Thank you,” he said with a quick grin, “I appreciate that. Really I do, but I’m going to head back inside. Not feeling the greatest right now.”
He started to walk back to his apartment when I blurted out, “Please let me know if you need anything, even if it is just a shoulder to lean on.”
He nodded and proceeded to walk through his door.
I questioned myself, wondering if I shouldn’t have laid the sympathy on so thick, but I didn’t regret it. He looked like he needed a friend, at least for that moment. I closed the door and headed back to my bedroom to finish my slumber. I couldn’t have been more than five minutes into my sleep when I heard a hard bang on my door.
I quickly got up and grabbed the bat that sat right next to my bed. As I slowly walked to my door, I mapped out a quick escape plan in case it was a late night attacker. The plan included jumping off my living room balcony, which I knew wouldn’t hurt too much since I was just on the second floor. Yeah that would work.
I peeked out the peephole expecting to see some scary, and possibly masked, stranger but it was just my sexy, intriguing stranger/neighbor from downstairs in a wife-beater that exposed the beautiful artistry on his shoulders, arms and chest. He was such a masterpiece.
“Hey,” I said as I opened the door.
“Hey, I know it’s late,” he apologized. I turned to the clock to see that it was 3:55 a.m.
“But I know that you said I could come by if I just needed a shoulder.”
I shook my head, agreeing to what I’d said.
“But I need a little more than just a shoulder,” he added. At the end of that statement, he looked right into my eyes.
My heart began to beat faster, wondering if he was going to say what my thighs had been yearning for him to say every time I saw him. He took a couple steps toward me, standing close enough for me to smell the remnants of a mint.
“I need…I mean, I want…some of you.”
My eyes widened as I stood without breathing. He moved in to kiss my lips and I don’t know what came over me, but I took a step back from him. His movement forward ceased, as if he had just reached the edge of a cliff and was about to jump off with his next step.
“I’m sorry. I can’t.” My mouth spoke, as my body shivered from the idea of his with mine. “I’m not sure what to make of this. I mean, I don’t even know your name.”
“You’re right…I’m…I’m so sorry. I’m just going to go home.”
Before I could catch the words that had just come out my mouth, he was away from my door and back into his apartment.
I couldn’t believe myself. All this time I’ve been fantasizing about this man and the one time I could have had just a small piece of him, I threw it away. And for what? Pride…ego…sheer stupidity?
What are you doing? I whispered to myself.
I was trying to be good and do the right thing, at least in society’s eyes. I didn’t want to take advantage of him in his weakened state, but maybe that’s just what he needed.
Maybe society was wrong on this one.
And then I made my final decision. I left my head back in my apartment as my body and heart went to his door and started knocking. He opened it slowly.
Read the full story in Untraditional: A Collection of Passion-Fy Short Stories available on Amazon and Kindle.
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Reblogged this on The Chronicles of DNC and commented:
So excited about #EroticFiction Fridays on HERCrisis.com. This week that featured one of my stories, Unknown Visitor.