Destination D Page 6

  “Good, then. Now that that’s settled, tell me the name of the restaurant again where you were going to order our food?” Dee asked.

  “Fran…cais…Élé…gant,” he said trying his best to pronounce the name correctly.

  “Francais Élégant…Francais Élégant…Francais Élégant. You are a champion of the French this evening, aren’t you?” she said with an alluring grin.

  “Oui, oui, Madam!” Chris teased. “And for the appetizer, how about we start off with a sample of the French kiss,” he quipped again in his unrefined French accent. Dee giggled as he bent his head to lower his lips toward hers, tenderly tugging on her bottom lip. Effortlessly, he slipped his tongue into her mouth and made an unremitting slow circular motion that intensified each time their tongues touched. She gently pulled back and opened her mouth wider as he obliged her with light thrusts of pleasures that left her longing for more of him.

  “Oh, how I love French food,” she purred as he caressed her back with a supple sponge and slowly reached down toward her buttocks, rubbing gently as he made his way up toward her back again.

  “Feel good, baby?”

  “Ummm…hmmm…you know it does. Don’t you want to join me ?” Dee said, clearing the bubbles away from her breasts and exposing her hardened nipples.

  “No,” he said unconvincingly as his manhood slowly began to stretch through his silk boxers.

  “Well, it looks like someone else is in disagreement with you,” Dee commented as she looked over at his bulging crotch and licked her lips.

  Chris laughed. “Can you blame him?”

  “Here, let me see if I can make him change your mind.” She got on her knees and turned toward him, gently rubbing his inner thighs. “Come on now, Chris, at least put your feet in and let the jets work their magic on those linebacker legs of yours,” she teased.

  “It’s tempting, very tempting, but tonight I’m going to let you enjoy this all by yourself, and then when you’re finished playing bubbles, the two of us plan on joining you on that king-size bed,” Chris said, pointing to his groin.

  “All right, have it your way, baby.”

  “Oh, I plan on it,” he said with a devilish smirk. “Don’t you worry about that.”

  Dee lounged back in the tub and closed her eyes as he knelt down on the floor next to the tub. His large hands continued to bathe and massage her slowly. Chris caressed her breasts with the soft sponge and then with his fingertips, lightly rubbing her nipples until they stood at attention. He carefully covered each one with soft wet kisses and tenderly led the sponge down her stomach and down her inner thighs. He gently pried them open and twirled it between her legs.

  “Ohhh…don’t stop,” she moaned.

  “Just relax, baby, and enjoy the bath.”

  Chris turned the jets toward the center of her legs and gently ran his fingers on the outside of her lips, sending her to an underwater pleasure palace.

  “Oh, Chris, you can’t do me like this, baby! Get in here with me! Please!” she moaned unashamedly as the jets ran swiftly inside her. He caressed her face with his hands as she gently removed his left hand toward her lips and placed his middle finger in her mouth. She delicately moved it in and out, making his erection grow.

  “Desiree, you are a naughty girl tonight aren’t you?” Chris joked as he slowly removed his finger from her mouth. He took hold of her and lifted her up out of the tub. He proceeded to send her into another end zone by gently gliding the same finger inside her that she had just placed inside her mouth.

  “Ummmm…what are you trying to do to me?”

  “Do you like it?”

  “OOOOO!” was all Dee could say as he released his finger from her thigh’s grip and grabbed a towel, covering her like she was a rare gem.

  He carried her out of the bathroom, all the while sucking her earlobes and running his tongue sensuously down her neck.

  “Don’t stop, baby, don’t you ever stop,” she pleaded weakly.

  Chris laid her lovingly on the bed, spread eagle, and continued to dry her off with every inch of his tongue. He climbed onto her as he kissed the top her forehead, and worked his insatiable tongue like he was running interference on the field. He moved in faster, then a little slower, staying in tune with her body’s desires. Her body begged him to travel downward to her center core where he stopped just in time to taste her warm honey as it spilled over into his mouth.

  “You ready for me baby? You ready for some lovin’?”

  Dee was barely able to speak as she felt his penis grow even larger through the opening in his boxers as it rubbed against her inner thigh searching for her opening. She screamed in soprano as he lifted himself up to maneuver his boxers off, all the while steadily sucking, licking, tasting, and caressing her center until his penis replaced his tongue and penetrated her.

  “Oh Chris, you make me feel so good!” Dee arched her back to receive him even more. As he moved in deeper she cried, “Harder…harder…I’m almost there!”

  “Not to worry, baby, that’s why I’m here to take you over the goal,” he chuckled.

  He sucked her hardened nipples while massaging her lips between her thighs, which made her even more out of control. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist in preparation for taking their passion to the next level. He obliged with vengeance as their bodies clung together like surfers on a surfboard, bracing themselves for an enormous tidal wave. Swiftly and steadily moving through the current, they picked up speed as they rode the tide with each passing wave of pleasure. Each became larger and louder than the one before, until they finally reached their shore cradled in each other’s salt, and drifted off to sleep.

  On-Time Arrival

  It was 6:00 p.m., and Amanda had made it home exactly two hours before the first guest would arrive. With enormous anticipation, she scurried downstairs and found what had to be the most beautiful finished product of a basement that she had ever seen.

  The craftsmanship was meticulous. The custom cabinetry was tucked neatly underneath the wet bar. The crown molding was stained oak and the recessed lighting added a soothing touch to the room. Amanda took off her shoes and dug her toes into the soft Berber carpet. The padding underneath seemed to mold to her feet like a good pair of broken-in bedroom slippers.

  The tall columns that divided the basement were decked with green and gold balloons, Tracey’s high school colors. Hanging from the ceiling were matching streamers and a glittered sign that read: “Congratulations, Tracey! We are so proud of you!”

  She walked over to the other side of the columns and saw Tracey sitting in the corner with her head buried in her arms.

  “Hey there, you!” Amanda called as she bent down and lifted Tracey’s narrow face with her hands. Tracey’s tears flowed into her palms.

  “Mama!” Tracey’s gray eyes danced with joy when she saw her mother standing in front of her. “I didn’t think you were going to make it. I’m so glad you’re here,” she gushed, hugging her mother’s neck.

  “I told you, I wouldn’t miss this party for anything in the world,” Amanda said as she choked back her own tears. “I’m so glad you made it back home safely. I missed you.” She took a step back to look at her daughter in full view and then hugged her. “Is everything all right, baby?” She hoped that Tracey would finally open up to her.

  “I’m good. Now that you’re here, everything is fine Mama,” she said as she thought about how she had just made it back in time to change clothes and not arouse her mother’s suspicions.

  Why are you lying to me, Tracey? What are you keeping inside of you? “Well, good, then. I guess getting out into that fresh air did you some good, huh?”

  There she goes again, trying to pump me for information. I wish I could tell you where I went Mama, but you would lose it…I just know you would. “Yeah, I guess it did!” she said, trying to sound upbeat. More than you want to ever know.

  “So come on, girl, let’s go get this party started! Where’s the outfit we b
ought? While you’re getting dressed, I want you to tell me all about your trip to Salt Lake City. ”

  “My clothes are upstairs,” Tracey said as she took her sleeve and wiped her runny nose and her tears from her face. “And the trip was a lot of fun. I can’t wait to tell you all about it.”

  “Well, let’s go on upstairs so you can get out of those raggedy jeans and baggy sweatshirt before your guests arrive!”

  Melvin got out of his red pickup truck and grabbed three bags of groceries and carried them into the house. He steadily kept bringing in more bags as he saw the guests arrive. There was still one hour left before the party.

  “Hey there, young man.”

  “Hi, Mr. Landers. Let me help you with those, sir,” Tony said as he placed a freshly cut bouquet of flowers on top of one of the bags Melvin was holding.

  “Thanks,” Melvin said, handing him both bags.

  Tony hoisted the bags in front of him and followed Melvin, who opened the storm door partway with his foot and held it open for Tony to walk in.

  “Thank you sir,” Tony said, placing the bags on the kitchen counter.

  “No problem. Hey, Tony, let me talk to you for a second,” Melvin said, walking toward the living room.

  Tony was nervous as he turned to follow Melvin. Melvin was not Tracey’s daddy, but he could be worse than some biological fathers.

  “Tracey’s mama and me have been a little worried about her. Is everything all right?” Melvin looked at him suspiciously.

  Tony felt like this was a trick question. If everything wasn’t all right, then Melvin would probably blame him for it and kick his ass. If everything was all right, then he would want to know why Tracey was acting so different. And whatever the reason was, it had to be his fault! Tony could feel Melvin look straight through him as if he already knew what he was about to say.

  “Listen, Mr. Landers, everything is cool with us. Really. She’s been acting a little strange with me, too.” Maybe if he knows she’s acting different with me also, then he won’t blame me totally for Tracey’s odd behavior.

  “Different how?”

  Okay, here come the 50 questions… “Well, sometimes, her mind seems to be somewhere else.”

  “Yeah,” Melvin said, stroking his chin as he thought about what Tony was saying.

  One…two…three…four…

  “So, what do you think it could be?”

  Question number two…under five seconds…not bad. “Uh, I don’t know, really. She says she’s just anxious about going off to college. So I attribute it to stress, maybe.” Melvin’s eyebrows rose as Tony’s voice trailed off. Tony could tell he didn’t like the last part of his sentence. He cleared his throat. “Not that she has anything to worry about, being on a full scholarship and all.”

  Melvin patted him on the shoulder. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

  “I am? I mean…yes, I am,” Tony said, shocked that Mr. Landers wasn’t going to continue with the third degree.

  “Hey, let’s keep this conversation just between us, okay?”

  “No problem, Mr. Landers.” Whew! No problem at all!

  As they walked back to the kitchen, the aroma of a full smorgasbord of delicacies tickled their noses. Amanda was still putting the finishing touches on the feast of hot wings, and three different pastas, each cooked in their own sauces of tomato basil, Alfredo, and a secret sauce that Amanda had conjured up herself. There was potato salad, seven-layer salad, seafood salad, meatballs, fresh fruit, and vegetable egg rolls. Fortunately, to save herself some stress, she’d planned enough in advance and did the cooking throughout the week. No thanks to Pam, she thought bitterly.

  “Good evening, Ms. Shipman. Somethin’ sure smells good.”

  “Well hello Tony and thank you. Don’t you look dapper this evening?”

  “Thank you ma’am,” he said as he moved the grocery bags to the table and put the flowers behind his back.

  Tony was 6‘3” and wore demure stainless-steel wire-frame glasses. It was a “barely there” look that accentuated his chiseled handsome features. His thick curly hair was the same mocha color as his eyes, and he was dressed in a well-coordinated ensemble of a cognac-colored sports jacket, matching pants, and a crew neck sweater that complemented his rich almond skin color. Amanda liked his good manners. And the fact that he had just received a four-year scholarship to Harvard University didn’t hurt either.

  “Hmmm. It smells like you tryin’ to put a hurtin’ on someone up in here!” Melvin blurted out.

  “I was thinking the same thing when I walked in.” Tony closed his eyes to take in the sweet smells of lemon bars, brownies, and a “Sock-It-To-Me Cake” that was being pulled out of the oven.

  Amanda laughed. “Oh, you and Melvin are too much for my ego! I just want everything to be perfect for this party this evening. I just feel so guilty that Melvin and Tracey had to do all of the decorating without me. I can at least make sure the food is done right!” She wiped her hands on her apron and set the desserts down on the hot pads on the counter. Melvin could see her guilt-ridden face and walked over toward her and kissed her on the cheek.

  “You always do a fine job, baby,” he said as he made his way back over to the table and started putting up the groceries. Amanda smiled, catching a glimpse of something that Tony was trying to hide behind his back.

  “What’s that you’ve got hidden behind your back?”

  He placed his fingers across his lips. “Shh…it’s a surprise for Tracey,” he said, winking devilishly as he showed the array of white and red roses.

  “Those are beautiful. Here, let me place them on top of the cabinet until you are ready to give them to her.”

  “Mama!” Tracey yelled in a panic from upstairs.

  “Yes, baby? What is it?” Amanda rushed up the stairs to Tracey’s room.

  “I saw Tony’s car pull up, and I can’t zip the back of this dress,” she said frantically.

  “Honey, Tony is fine. He’s in the kitchen helping Melvin with the groceries.”

  Tracey rolled her eyes. “Oh, Mama. Why is he doing that?”

  “Because he’s a gentleman and knows that if he’s going to date you for very long, he better at least act like he doesn’t mind helping out if your mother needs it.” She firmly patted Tracey on the bottom and then zipped the dress.

  “Turn around now. Let me look at you.” Tracey turned around slowly like an angel on a music box. The silky gold fabric dress was form fitting with a simple and straight neckline in the front and back. It tastefully accentuated her shapely hips and well-formed breasts. She wore a pair of sling backs the same shade as her dress.

  Tracey reminded Amanda so much of herself that it left her breathless. Although, unlike Amanda, Tracey was tall and model thin. She had Amanda’s eyes and wavy hair, but her face was definitely the spitting image of her father’s. Her skin was a rich brown coffee with a just a hint of cream.

  “You look beautiful, Tracey.”

  “Thank you, Mama,” Tracey said.

  Amanda noticed she was suddenly drifting miles away. There she goes again. What is going on with you, Tracey? “Baby, is everything all right?”

  Tracey smoothed out her dress and took a long look in her full-length mirror behind her door wishing she were back with him. He was so charming and she loved how their conversations made her feel so good about herself.

  “Tracey!”

  “I’m sorry, Mama. Did you say something?”

  “You’re so far away. Where were you just now?”

  “Oh, Mama,” Tracey said, trying to smile thoughtfully. She hoped that her evening was not going to be ruined with a lengthy discussion about her feelings. “Do you think Tony will like me in this dress?”

  “If he’s not blind!”

  “Thank you, Mama.” Thank you for not grilling me, and thank you for saying Tony will be pleased with me in this dress.

  “You’re welcome, baby.” But just know you’re only off the hook for tonight. I will
find out what is going on with you. One way or another.

  Tracey kissed her on the cheek and glided down the staircase. She peeked in the kitchen and saw Tony helping Melvin with the groceries.

  “Wow, you look great!” Tony said as he opened his arms and gave her a big hug. Melvin decided it was a good time for him to start carrying the food to the basement and give them a few minutes alone.

  “Oh, I almost forgot. I’ve got something for you.” Tony pulled the roses off the cabinet and handed them to her.

  “Tony, they’re beautiful!” she gasped, looking into his eyes. Then he pulled her toward him, pressed his lips against hers, and gave her a slow, passionate kiss.

  “I better get these into some water before they wilt,” she said, moving backwards in slow motion as they continued staring into each other’s eyes.

  Tony watched her leave the room. Her heart-shaped behind moved like a pendulum while her dress swayed then molded to her every curve. His arousal was hard to conceal.

  “Tony, I have to say it again. Those roses are beautiful,” Amanda said as she entered the kitchen.

  “Thank you, Ms. Shipman,” he said, quickly grabbing another bag and strategically placing it in front of his bulging crotch. He walked toward the other side of the kitchen to continue placing the canned goods in the cabinets.

  “Hey, Tony, I’ll finish the rest up,” Melvin called out as he came back into the kitchen grabbing the bag from Tony and at the same time noticing his erection. Tony’s face said it all; he wanted to become invisible.

  Melvin’s eyes motioned him toward the bathroom down the hallway. “Why don’t you go on and get yourself together before the rest of the party arrives? I can handle things from here.”

  “Thank you, sir, I will.”

  Melvin pulled on Tony’s shoulder for him to bend down. “All right now, watch ya’ self ! Don’t do nothin’ that you’ll be sorry about later!”

  “I will, sir.”

  “What’d you just say?”

  “I mean…I won’t, sir,” Tony said trying to get the bass back in his voice as he made his way to the bathroom.

  Amanda came back in the kitchen. “Melvin, thank you so much for pulling this together for me while I was at work.”