EPISODE FOUR
She made her way through the steak in short order. The fish was a light accompaniment to the tender beef. Calvin seemed to be enjoying his meal as well, and the waiter had returned to refill her glass and replace his with lemon water.
“What else do you know about me Calvin?” Marabel purred as she became increasing aroused that he had taken the time to study her background.
“I know enough,” he stated then finished the last bite of his steak that appeared to be well done.
“Care to share any tidbits of my life?”
“I can say that we both attended the same university. I graduated a few years before you though.”
“Wow. So you went to SLU? How coincidental is that?”
“Yes I am always for the home team. Biliken for life,” he blurted.
She giggled at his light statement. Marabel loved his small moment of relaxation. He had spent most of their date showing her what he had to offer like the colorful plumes of a peacock, but it was the little things that always caught her eye in men. With his focus on eating his meal, his offensive plays had turned to defensive moves on the battlefield of their building attraction.
“I am true to the home team as well. I will always be a part of this great city. My city,” she announced.
“Our city,” he corrected.
They finished the remainder of their meal in silence, then as expected, the waiter was there to clear the table.
“Anything else that you can tell me about myself?”
“Not much more that I want to admit at this time, but you do make a comfortable living which is always nice to know,” he admitted to her.
“Nice to know? Are you trying to make me your sugar momma?” She joked.
“Not exactly, but it is nice to know when a pursuer is evenly matched with a pursuant. Don’t you think?”
“I wouldn’t know anything about that Calvin. I tend to not focus on the match rather than the art of accepting others for what they have,” Marabel answered.
“With the type of money you make and your projected targets for the future, you will soon get rid of that stinking thinking,” he announced with a mocking twang to his voice.
And the ass is back. Marabel was becoming exhausted with keeping up with the back in forth with him. One thing she was certain of, keep his ass fed and he would shut the hell up for a minute.
Once she finished her thought, she noticed that he had stood and scooted his chair next to her. He then sat, and the waiter soon arrived with another covered plate which he handed to Calvin. The waiter wished them both a wonderful night before he left them in peace.
Marabel faced Calvin brimming with curiosity. She needed to know what surprise he was concealing under the lidded plate. He soon took the cover off to show her a creamy slice of cheesecake with a chocolate graham cracker crust. A silver bowl was sitting next to it with cherries bathing in their own syrup.
Calvin drizzled the slice of heaven with the fruit concoction and Marabel’s mouth began to water for a bite. Next he forked off a small piece then ran it through more of the syrup that was on the plate. Her mouth eagerly opened and received the sweet morsel with the best tangy after taste of chocolate.
“Before you completely cleanse your palate, open up for one more bite.” His deep baritone voice had a deep rasp to it that began to arouse her to no end. Marabel’s skin was on fire and her mouth was wet and ready for whatever he wanted to place on her tongue.
He picked up one of the stemmed cherries from the bowl and placed it into her mouth that was still vibrant with the taste of dark chocolate. The mixing of the two flavors sent her over the proverbial edge. She became hyperaware of herself and the changes in her body. Calvin had shattered her defenses and she was stuck. Her nipples became dangerously hard and the sheath dress was doing nothing to conceal the fact. She was sure that he was receiving the show of his life listening to her guttural moans of pleasure from one single bite of cheesecake and cherries.
She wanted to catch herself, but another forkful was awaiting her wanton mouth. No time had elapsed before he was ready with another bite for her followed by another. Cheesecake was her ultimate favorite dessert, and the one he was feeding her was giving her life. Her eyes were beginning to mist from the pure enjoyment she was receiving. It was like an orgasm on a plate.
The end of the treat was nearing, and Marabel was becoming sad to see it go, then she thought about Calvin – her dessert pusher. Her relaxed gazed of euphoria fluttered to the final piece of crust and cream with the last cherry on top. Then she looked to Calvin who was biting his bottom lip with a tented bulge in his lower region.
“Aren’t you going to have some?” She found the strength to ask over a breathy moan.
“Don’t worry about me. I am getting what I desire.” With that final statement, he placed the last forkful on her tongue and she savored it. Rubbing it against the roof of her mouth. Sucking down each molecule of flavor. Then the man that had given her a literal sugar high, placed his finger at her chin. Her attention still captivated by the delectable chill of cooled cream cheese took him in and beckoned to him.
Calvin’s lips crashed into hers. He thrust his tongue into her mouth taking part of the morsel she was working on and mixed it with his own taste buds. Marabel was drunk from the feel of his mouth against her in a feverish fight that had started with their banter and now was playing out for all to see with their need for each other.
She was limp from the frenzy of endorphins, but his aggression was enough for them both. One hand was at the back of her neck while the other was at the small of her back making its way to her curved hip. Her lips felt engorged and her clit felt tender. They needed to stop. They had to stop.
Calvin began to suck at the bottom of her lip, then his lips found his way to her jaw then her neck. Marabel eyes were rolled to the back of her heavy lids, then reality hit her. Newsflash, we are in a crowded restaurant that has somehow become quiet. She pushed against his chest, and Calvin sat back panting for breath. Marabel was catching her own breath when she realized more eyes were on them than she wanted to be.
He cleared his throat, then grasped her hand, and they both jetted out the restaurant without a word to the awaiting limo.
Oh shit.
Once inside, Marabel could not help but adjust her dress even though it was not out of place. Calvin crossed his legs probably needing to apply a bit of pressure to that throbbing hard-on he was sporting, then he patted her on the thigh. She didn’t know what to do or what to say. How in the hell did this man just commence to almost fucking her in a restaurant full of people using a dessert to start her off? I really need to get laid. This shit is getting out of hand.
Calvin began to chuckle then broke out in laughter which stopped the beginning of her mental assault.
“What is so funny?”
“Believe me when I say that has never happened to me before. Public displays of affection are not really my thing, but you had me so worked up back there. Like an animal pouncing on its prey,” he admitted while continue to laugh.
Marabel was dumbfounded. He was over there busting a gut and she was all out of sorts. They literally just made out in public and he was “ha ha-ing and hee hee-ing”. Tears were running down his face. She was disgusted.
“Come on. You have to see the humor in that,” he blurted.
“I see the humor that I will never be able to show my face in that restaurant again.”
“Please! We just increased their revenue ten fold with that display. People will be coming from miles around to see if the VIP couple will return,” he belted. She wasn’t buying it, then he began to poke at her side. The sensation of him tickling her was too much to handle and she erupted in the same laughter he was having.
He is such an ass.
Soon the limo came to a stop in front of a familiar building. The Crush. The driver opened their door, and Calvin helped her out. After Marabel situated herself, and they both began to walk to the VIP entrance of the club, she halted as if she saw a ghost. An amber-eyed ghost in the flesh. Standing at the private entrance was none other than Coran Stone.
Double, shit!
“What else do you know about me Calvin?” Marabel purred as she became increasing aroused that he had taken the time to study her background.
“I know enough,” he stated then finished the last bite of his steak that appeared to be well done.
“Care to share any tidbits of my life?”
“I can say that we both attended the same university. I graduated a few years before you though.”
“Wow. So you went to SLU? How coincidental is that?”
“Yes I am always for the home team. Biliken for life,” he blurted.
She giggled at his light statement. Marabel loved his small moment of relaxation. He had spent most of their date showing her what he had to offer like the colorful plumes of a peacock, but it was the little things that always caught her eye in men. With his focus on eating his meal, his offensive plays had turned to defensive moves on the battlefield of their building attraction.
“I am true to the home team as well. I will always be a part of this great city. My city,” she announced.
“Our city,” he corrected.
They finished the remainder of their meal in silence, then as expected, the waiter was there to clear the table.
“Anything else that you can tell me about myself?”
“Not much more that I want to admit at this time, but you do make a comfortable living which is always nice to know,” he admitted to her.
“Nice to know? Are you trying to make me your sugar momma?” She joked.
“Not exactly, but it is nice to know when a pursuer is evenly matched with a pursuant. Don’t you think?”
“I wouldn’t know anything about that Calvin. I tend to not focus on the match rather than the art of accepting others for what they have,” Marabel answered.
“With the type of money you make and your projected targets for the future, you will soon get rid of that stinking thinking,” he announced with a mocking twang to his voice.
And the ass is back. Marabel was becoming exhausted with keeping up with the back in forth with him. One thing she was certain of, keep his ass fed and he would shut the hell up for a minute.
Once she finished her thought, she noticed that he had stood and scooted his chair next to her. He then sat, and the waiter soon arrived with another covered plate which he handed to Calvin. The waiter wished them both a wonderful night before he left them in peace.
Marabel faced Calvin brimming with curiosity. She needed to know what surprise he was concealing under the lidded plate. He soon took the cover off to show her a creamy slice of cheesecake with a chocolate graham cracker crust. A silver bowl was sitting next to it with cherries bathing in their own syrup.
Calvin drizzled the slice of heaven with the fruit concoction and Marabel’s mouth began to water for a bite. Next he forked off a small piece then ran it through more of the syrup that was on the plate. Her mouth eagerly opened and received the sweet morsel with the best tangy after taste of chocolate.
“Before you completely cleanse your palate, open up for one more bite.” His deep baritone voice had a deep rasp to it that began to arouse her to no end. Marabel’s skin was on fire and her mouth was wet and ready for whatever he wanted to place on her tongue.
He picked up one of the stemmed cherries from the bowl and placed it into her mouth that was still vibrant with the taste of dark chocolate. The mixing of the two flavors sent her over the proverbial edge. She became hyperaware of herself and the changes in her body. Calvin had shattered her defenses and she was stuck. Her nipples became dangerously hard and the sheath dress was doing nothing to conceal the fact. She was sure that he was receiving the show of his life listening to her guttural moans of pleasure from one single bite of cheesecake and cherries.
She wanted to catch herself, but another forkful was awaiting her wanton mouth. No time had elapsed before he was ready with another bite for her followed by another. Cheesecake was her ultimate favorite dessert, and the one he was feeding her was giving her life. Her eyes were beginning to mist from the pure enjoyment she was receiving. It was like an orgasm on a plate.
The end of the treat was nearing, and Marabel was becoming sad to see it go, then she thought about Calvin – her dessert pusher. Her relaxed gazed of euphoria fluttered to the final piece of crust and cream with the last cherry on top. Then she looked to Calvin who was biting his bottom lip with a tented bulge in his lower region.
“Aren’t you going to have some?” She found the strength to ask over a breathy moan.
“Don’t worry about me. I am getting what I desire.” With that final statement, he placed the last forkful on her tongue and she savored it. Rubbing it against the roof of her mouth. Sucking down each molecule of flavor. Then the man that had given her a literal sugar high, placed his finger at her chin. Her attention still captivated by the delectable chill of cooled cream cheese took him in and beckoned to him.
Calvin’s lips crashed into hers. He thrust his tongue into her mouth taking part of the morsel she was working on and mixed it with his own taste buds. Marabel was drunk from the feel of his mouth against her in a feverish fight that had started with their banter and now was playing out for all to see with their need for each other.
She was limp from the frenzy of endorphins, but his aggression was enough for them both. One hand was at the back of her neck while the other was at the small of her back making its way to her curved hip. Her lips felt engorged and her clit felt tender. They needed to stop. They had to stop.
Calvin began to suck at the bottom of her lip, then his lips found his way to her jaw then her neck. Marabel eyes were rolled to the back of her heavy lids, then reality hit her. Newsflash, we are in a crowded restaurant that has somehow become quiet. She pushed against his chest, and Calvin sat back panting for breath. Marabel was catching her own breath when she realized more eyes were on them than she wanted to be.
He cleared his throat, then grasped her hand, and they both jetted out the restaurant without a word to the awaiting limo.
Oh shit.
Once inside, Marabel could not help but adjust her dress even though it was not out of place. Calvin crossed his legs probably needing to apply a bit of pressure to that throbbing hard-on he was sporting, then he patted her on the thigh. She didn’t know what to do or what to say. How in the hell did this man just commence to almost fucking her in a restaurant full of people using a dessert to start her off? I really need to get laid. This shit is getting out of hand.
Calvin began to chuckle then broke out in laughter which stopped the beginning of her mental assault.
“What is so funny?”
“Believe me when I say that has never happened to me before. Public displays of affection are not really my thing, but you had me so worked up back there. Like an animal pouncing on its prey,” he admitted while continue to laugh.
Marabel was dumbfounded. He was over there busting a gut and she was all out of sorts. They literally just made out in public and he was “ha ha-ing and hee hee-ing”. Tears were running down his face. She was disgusted.
“Come on. You have to see the humor in that,” he blurted.
“I see the humor that I will never be able to show my face in that restaurant again.”
“Please! We just increased their revenue ten fold with that display. People will be coming from miles around to see if the VIP couple will return,” he belted. She wasn’t buying it, then he began to poke at her side. The sensation of him tickling her was too much to handle and she erupted in the same laughter he was having.
He is such an ass.
Soon the limo came to a stop in front of a familiar building. The Crush. The driver opened their door, and Calvin helped her out. After Marabel situated herself, and they both began to walk to the VIP entrance of the club, she halted as if she saw a ghost. An amber-eyed ghost in the flesh. Standing at the private entrance was none other than Coran Stone.
Double, shit!