hands up and down her back, giving comfort to himself, not just her. This was a big step in their lives, yet she’d had the courage to say what he could not. Something had definitely changed between them, especially since that dinner when he’d learned of Tamia, and she’d learned of Sammie.
He simply didn’t discuss Sammie. Not because he was troubled, but because Sammie was important and not everyone deserved to hear about him. She’d admitted the same. It had been a breakthrough for both. Their way of finally saying, “I trust you.” They’d handed one another the coveted keys to that part of them, let their guards down just long enough for them to step over the threshold before the door slammed shut. They’d entered into a dark, cold place no one else could reach, holding the lantern known as their burning hearts.
In that moment, as they continued their stroll, she felt like someone he’d known for years. That familiarity soldered itself between them like severed nerve endings healing up. This wasn’t the first time he felt this way, but it was so much stronger now. The simple act of fingers laced together, a lovely evening, newly birthed romance and sexual freedom… Free to be, who and what they were. The rule book was thrown out the window. There were no official labels to this “lifestyle” needed. No fancy places to go and celebrate the realization. This party was theirs, their place of comfort and peace. She was allowed to swim, skate, and fly at her leisure in a nasty and delightful oasis of their very own creation. No judgment. He was determined to force her to strip in her mind, before she ever discarded her panties.
They entered the parking garage where he’d left his car, their footsteps echoing against the concrete. The covered lot was dark and smelled of piss and trash, dim lights that looked like bug repellants lined the structure high up on various pillars and posts. A few flickered, giving off an eerie, buzzing sound, as if something small was being electrocuted and burnt to a crisp.
He opened the passenger door and helped her into the car. Excitement gleamed in her eyes and she exuded innocence. He knew that look. It told him she was falling in love.
He got into the car and started it up but didn’t pull away just yet.
“The old me would’ve told you to not get attached to me. That you were settin’ yourself up.” He reached for his seatbelt and put it on.
“The old me wouldn’t even be in this car with you right now. It would’ve never gotten this damn far in the first place.” He smirked.
He took a deep breath, put the car in reverse, and maneuvered out of the space. In no time, he was merging into traffic, his head spinning, his body on fire with desire. Snoh Aalegra’s, ‘I Want You Around’ played through the speakers as he drove slowly down the street. She swayed to the rhythm, snapping her fingers. He slowed down when he approached an empty food cart, covered up with a tarp. Next to it was an office building with all its lights off, only the address plaque shining in the night. A handful of people walked about. The business district was fairly quiet for a Saturday night.
Yasmine looked about, then at him.
“Why’d you stop here?”
“Because we’re going to fuck.” He undid his seatbelt, slid his arm around her seat, stretched out, and leaned slightly back. The woman’s eyes widened; her mouth somewhat ajar. Loosening his belt with his free hand, he slid it through the loops and threw it down on the car floor. He lowered his zipper, then slid his hard, hungry dick out through the slit of his black boxers.
“You can’t be for real.”
She visibly swallowed, checking out the people walking to and fro. A few slowed and looked at his car; it was a definite attention getter. His windows were tinted, but not completely opaque. If one drew close enough, they could see him inside.
“What’s the problem? What’s going on in your head?”
Here was another tape playing in her mind, something else to erase.
“There are people. This is public. We have no privacy.”
“That’s the fuckin’ point.”
“Nix! If a cop sees what is going on, we could get in serious trouble! Do you honestly want to lose your job for a blowjob?”
“Don’t be a pussy… just give me the pussy.” She rolled her eyes and looked away. “Take your