While I was getting dressed, I hoped that my touching her cheek like that hadn’t scared her off. I had no idea if Shane was into men, or women, or both. I only craved for her to be into me.
When I pulled up in front of the building in my red BMW, left to me by my mother, Shane was standing on the steps.
“Get in,” I said, as I pushed the passenger door open.
Twenty seconds later, we were headed to the campus exit gates.
“So what do you like to drink?” I asked.
Shane shrugged. “I’m not a big drinker, so anything fruity is cool.”
“Great! I know a place in Georgetown that sells marvelous frozen drinks—all flavors of Daiquiris and Margaritas.”
“Cool.”
“They also have a smokin’ DJ. You like go-go music?”
“I really don’t know that much about it, except for ‘Da Butt’ by E.U. Have you heard that?”
“Damn, girl, everyone’s done da butt!”
We fell out laughing.
I continued, “I guess they don’t have a lot of go-go in Atlanta.”
There was that nervous look again. “How did you know that I’m from Atlanta?”
“Someone mentioned it.” I sighed. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Um, okay,” she replied hesitantly.
“Are you seeing anyone right now?”
A frown came across her face. “Why do you ask?”
“Just wondering. You seem kind of on edge and most of the time when women are on edge, it’s because of relationship problems.”
Shane laughed. “You’re very astute. Actually, the person that I’ve been seeing has been tripping lately. They’ve been spending time with someone else, I think.”
There it was. She was definitely into women. The use of “the person,” “they’ve,” and “someone else,” instead of “the man,” “he’s,” and “another woman,” had said it all. It takes one to know one. I grinned like a Cheshire cat. Since she was into kitty kat, half of the battle was already won.
I decided not to fake the funk and turned the car around to head to Southeast. “I just thought of another place we can go. You’ll like it a whole lot better.”
We entered Too Deep, my regular spot near the Navy Yard, and Shane’s eyes almost popped clear out of her head. Wall-to-wall fine women were socializing, drinking, and engaged in public displays of affection. I did not ask her if she was down with the program, but simply led her to the bar and ordered two frozen Pina Coladas.
A blob of the drink landed on Shane’s chest when she picked up the overflowing cup. She was about to wipe it off with a cocktail napkin but I stopped her, leaned in closer to her and licked it off. I took my time and ran the tip of my tongue down the middle of her breasts, as much as I could with her shirt still on. I couldn’t wait until I could suckle on them for hours at a time. My breasts are my most sensitive part, and thus, I like to suck on them the way I want my women to reciprocate. Knowing how much pleasure I derive from it makes me want to pleasure others.
I sat back and gazed into Shane’s eyes, to gauge her reaction. Her mouth was hanging open but she didn’t look upset. While her mouth was already open, I took advantage of it and slid my tongue into it. At first, she did not move hers as I explored the inside, flicking my tongue over the roof of her mouth. Then she got into it and it was on; we were making out like two teenagers and Shane was a fantastic kisser. The thought of her moving her tongue like that inside of my pussy had my panties on fire.
“U Got It Bad” by Usher started playing and I asked Shane to dance. We ended up in the middle of the dance floor, grinding on each other and my head only came up to her chest, just like a normal size woman’s would to a normal-sized man. We were the perfect fit. I got lost in her, laying my head on her breast as she wrapped her arms around me and we got caught up in the words. I had it bad and I knew it. I only hoped that Shane was feeling me as much. Whoever had fucked up with her was a dumb-ass sister!
Shane had on a skirt. I reached down between her legs and worked my index finger inside her panties, which felt like cotton.
“You smell so sweet,” I told her as I gazed up into her eyes.
She flinched as I started fingering her pussy. It was so wet.
“You smell sweet yourself, Emile.”