Oh Lord, Help Me Keep My Panties on - By Lynda Burton Page 0,12
days. It seemed as it was the longest two days of my life too! I paid my bills, washed clothes, took Hobbs to the veterinarian for his shots, and went grocery shopping. Jordan went back to his apartment and painted his bedroom, put down new carpet, and prepared his room for me. He wanted me to come to Harlem, to meet his three roommates, and to stay with him for a few days.
The following weekend, I received my invitation to Jordan’s apartment in Harlem; I was so excited! I called Dawn, my girlfriend, who lives around the corner and asked her to check on Hobbs while I was away. I packed my belongings and was on my way within the hour. Harlem, here I come! The doorman called up to apartment, smiled, and directed me to the elevator. As I stepped off the elevator, Jordan was standing in front of his apartment with his hands folded across his chest. Then he held his arms out and gave me a big hug and kiss. Damn, I don’t know what kind of cologne he was wearing, but damn, he sure smelled damn great! As I entered the apartment, his roommate was coming out of the kitchen. “Haley, this is my roommate, Xavier.” Xavier was a fine (aka fine-fine-fine) brother! He was a little shorter than Jordan with a smooth almond complexion, hazel eyes, and a similar physique as Jordan’s. He took my bag into Jordan’s room while Jordan poured me a glass of wine. “Come on in, I’ve heard so much about you,” Xavier said.
Jordan took me by the hand and gave me a tour of the apartment. It was the biggest apartment I’ve seen in Harlem in a long time. It had four large bedrooms with oversized closets, a large kitchen, a super sized living room, a moderate sized dining room, and three bathrooms. We returned to the kitchen and talked with Xavier while he cooked.
After an hour, Jordan and I went into his room and started fondling each other. “If we keep this up, we won’t get to the club tonight,” he teased. He grabbed a towel and marched into the bathroom. Xavier knocked on the bedroom door and entered with two glasses of wine. Xavier and I hit it off right from the start. He told me that their other roommates Michael and Tyrese were out, and I would meet them later. He also gave me the 4-1-1 on them. Michael was an entertainment lawyer, and Tyrese was an aspiring tenor. Damn, there’s talent up in here, I thought to myself. I knew if I was going to spend anytime in the apartment, it was important to get along with his roommates. Well, it seemed as if I was doing great with Xavier, and from what Jordan told me, Xavier didn’t like his female friends. But he seemingly liked me and that was a big thing!
Xavier and I talked the whole time Jordan was in the shower. He told me that he was also a dancer like Jordan. He also told me funny stories about him and Jordan during their college days. He talked about the dance companies, the dancers, and the difference choreographers he liked working for and the ones he didn’t. Right in the middle of one of his stories, Jordan walked in to the room, clothed with only a towel on. Xavier got up, gave me a wink, and excused himself as he closed the door.
Jordan took off the towel exposing his exquisitely sculptured naked body. His body glistened as the water rolled down his chest and legs. Oh my! I almost choked and walked to window for air. I thought to myself that this man was going to be the death of me! He slowly dressed, and the two of us headed downtown to Club Shelter. The club was packed, and the music was pumping. We checked our bags in the coatroom then made our way through the crowded dance floor and danced the night away. We danced like we did the first night we met. Our mating dance had now elevated to the love dance. I playfully danced circles around Jordan grabbing at his butt and rubbing my chest on his back. He teased me by grabbing me from behind and rubbing his semi hard cock across my ass. Damn, that’s exhilarating! We danced for what seemed to be hours, nonstop. Near exhaustion, we found a seat near the VIP section and drifted off