This is the final excerpt of my new book, Strapped. For more information, visit strapped2009.ning.com.
We all decided to meet at Silk's house for drinks and conversation before we made our move into unchartered territory. It was 8:30 Friday night. I sat on the couch and thought about all the things I could be doing, even if it was nothing more than going to the mailbox and sorting through the junk mail. I was sure there was a door-busting, everything's gotta go sale somewhere in the city that required my immediate attention. I was still uneasy, but Reece convinced me it'd be fun. "Explore your sexuality" I heard her say in the back of my mind, but my body was saying, "fuck that!"
Reece sat on the couch next to me. I wanted her. She looked so sexy. She had been giving Silk the eye all evening, but then she'd look at me and smile. Suddenly, Reece leaned over and kissed me, her lip gloss teasing my lips with a faint strawberry taste. Reece rubbed my freshly cut fade with her right hand. Her nails gently caressed the back of my neck as she slowly loosened the buttons on her shirt with her left hand. She then placed my hand on her beautiful, plump breasts and demanded me to squeeze as hard as I could. She glanced over at Silk. Quietly, Silk watched attentively as Reece seduced me. Once her buttons were undone, Reece slowly took her shirt off and threw it in Silk's direction. Her red and black lace bra was the next thing to carelessly fly through the air and land on Silk's lap. Silk grabbed it and continued to watch with a devilish grin on her face, almost as if she wanted to jump right in and take charge. Reece leaned over my shoulder and lightly whispered in my ear.
"You ready, baby?" she asked.
What else could I say? Her 38 D breasts captured my attention as she leaned forward even more and kissed my neck. I was hers for the taking. She reached for my Kenneth Cole belt buckle and loosened it as she rested on her knees in front of me and unzipped my jeans. She slid her index finger across the top of my boxers, her nail casually caressing my navel.
"Lean back," she said and I, without hesitation, was eager to submit to her request.
Reece placed the tip of her tongue just below the top of my boxers, enough for me to know that she wasn't an ordinary femme. She was in control and had something to prove. I didn't care what it was. She pulled my jeans and boxers down to my ankles. I kicked off my sneakers and slid my jeans off with my feet. I felt her cold, flower-shaped tongue ring glide across my clit over and over and over again. I was weighed down with anticipation as I leaned back even more on the couch and rubbed my head. I sighed as she rubbed and kissed my inner thighs. Without warning or my permission, she stopped. Her attention turned to Silk, who was still sitting across the room watching us and licking her lips.
Silk had taken off her Knicks jersey and sat there wearing a black sports bra, white basketball shorts, and a pair of white no-show socks. She had already lit her second Black and Mild and was slowly blowing rings of grey smoke into the air. Reece smiled and winked at her.
"Let me suck your dick," Reece said and walked over to Silk.
She stood in front of Silk with her back turned to me. I could only imagine what type of expression Reece had on her face at that moment. All I could see was Silk's eyes staring back at her. Reece suddenly turned her back to Silk and bent straight over, tugging at her black Frederick's g-string and pulling it slowly beyond her knees and finally passed her ankles. Reece looked at me again. Her brown eyes pierced through me in such a way that I could tell she was in the mood for something unusual, something adventurous. I caught a glimpse of Silk looking at me, too. I wanted to punch her ass dead in the eye. I wanted to jump up and stop this whole thing before we went too far and things got out of hand, but it was no use. Reece was in the zone. She turned around and placed her foot on Silk's left knee and masturbated. Reece let out a faint moan, one I've heard many times before.
"You want this pussy?" Reece uttered as she placed her finger, wet from her own sea of excitement, onto Silk's lips. Silk nodded in affirmation.
Reece demanded again to taste Silk. "Let me suck your dick, daddy! I don't like repeating myself."
"Wait a minute," I screamed at Reece.
"Shhhh. Don't be jealous. You'll always be Big Daddy, baby."
Reece had a way of always assuring me that I was the only one, that she loved me, and that there was no one else in the world for her. Under normal circumstances, her way of calming me down and making me feel like a king worked every time. It was cute, but at that moment, knowing I was forever Big Daddy had nothing to do with what was going on right then. For a minute, I was pissed the fuck off. I didn't want her doing anything to anybody else but me. I wanted her to come back and serve me up properly, but she didn't. Instead, I had to watch as she put those sexy lips on Silk.
I once told Reece that I was never the type to have someone going down on me, but Reece was different. I wanted to give in to her every time. I went from "don't touch me" to "please fuck me" in just a few months of having sex with her. She was the shit. She wasn't very aggressive, but she wasn't a turbo femme either, always trying to avoid sweating and anything that'd break her nails. Every now and then, I liked that. Every now and then, I needed that. Every now and then, I looked forward to that.
Silk knew what was up and finally consented to Reece's request. I quickly found out more than I really wanted to know about her. I've heard about some studs who were always strapped and ready to go, which I thought was crazy. Silk was definitely ready. She pulled off her basketball shorts and boxers and leaned back.
As she leaned back into the chair and took another puff of her Black and Mild, it was like nightfall descending. What appeared to be something taken right out of a Lexington Steel or Mandingo special edition video was nothing more than Silk's strap-on, which she proudly called MD, or "Mass Destruction."
"Oh shit," Reece said in wonderment as she smiled and slowly dropped to her knees. She gently stroked MD, touching on herself as well. She always liked a strap that was at least ten inches long, three fingers thick, firm, and above all, black. Silk was batting 4-0 with no sign of disappointment in sight. The next thing I knew...
Sage Sweetwater endorses Sharon Smith as a woman of color contemporary lesbian author who is contributing positive cultural identity material to our society. Sharon, it is an honor to be a member of your Strapped forum over at ning and all of the other online venues where we are associated with one another. I've read the story excerpts to Strapped. This is upper tier lesbian writing at its best and boldest. I wish you well on your books sales of Strapped as well as Love and Liberation. Congrats on your engagement with you beautiful lady. You two make a pretty couple. Be well.
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