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The Lounge: Finale (Part 5)
I woke to Christina glaring at me from the doorway.
“WAKE THE FUCK UP RAELENE! WE’RE LEAVING. NOW.”
I turned in a stupor, and saw Karen to my left, sans clothing. The perky breast that had her wife’s name on it was staring at me as I adjusted myself to reality.
“What? I …what time is…?”
Christina was absolutely enraged, “It’s six in the fucking morning. YOU left me out there for hours.”
“Christina. I thought…”
“Raelene if you’re not in the car in 1 minute, I’m leaving you.” Her furious stomping shook dust from the floorboards as she carried out her threat by going to her vehicle without me.
“Guess she’s leavin’ ya!” Karen was waking up slowly, but was still managing to joke about the situation, which I did not find so hilarious.
“I don’t want to leave.”
As I said this, I noticed I was rising despite my body’s admonitions. I scrawled my cellphone number on a paper found next to one of many golden keys strewn on the dresser. I went back to the bed and lay next to her once more. Her beautiful plumes of hair were disheveled and her bright blue eyes appeared tired.
Nestled between her soft hair and her earlobe, I sent out my message, “I want to see you again.”
“Izz dat right?” she slurred and gave a wistful smile.
“I do. I wrote my number so please call me.”
I turned for the entranceway before she could disappoint me by saying something I could not bear, like promises of her wife’s return. Although I was shocked by all the things I found out, I still wanted her. Our lovemaking had only cemented our connection.
But stone cold reality awaited me; the sun was up and especially brilliant but I felt nostalgic, lonely and weighed down by dread.
“Goddamn. I can’t BELIEVE YOU,” spat Christina when I slumped down into the seat of the car.
“Calm the fuck down. You were fine before I don’t understand why you’re flipping out.”
“What the fuck is this!? The Golden Girls? I don’t want to hear it. You spent all night screwing some old hag while I had to drink beer on the patio. Furthermore, my gas tank is on EMPTY. I’M TIRED…you know, I’m glad you had fun but you know this shit is fucked up.”
Her lip was curled with anger as she shifted the wheel and stepped on the gas; we sped toward my house as the sun came from the sea, illuminating everything in yellowed morning-light.
I hopped from her vehicle with a quickness when we arrived in front of my house, “I’m going to sleep. Thanks.”
“Yeah. You owe me like…40 dollars. I drove you around all fucking night.”
I tossed her a 20 to shut her up. “Do you think she’ll call me?”
Although Christina was fuming for no apparent reason, I still valued her opinion. I could still feel Karen’s lips on the sensitive part of my neck, it’d only been an hour and I already missed her…
“No. Dude. I already told you. She’s too old. SHE’S MARRIED. If you fucked her it was a one night stand…and even if you didn’t…it’s still not going to happen.” The smell of burning rubber punctuated her sentence as she peeled out of my neighborhood with Tegan and Sara blaring from the car speakers.
Once inside the house, I slipped into bed and slipped into a fitful sleep that I came out of 8 hours later.
Hung-over and half-sick, I reached for my cellphone.“I’ve been thinking of you all day…every time I think of your face baby, I smile. Call me! -Karen”
The conclusion of my short story, “The Lounge” is coming soon! If you haven’t read parts 1-4, here they are:
I heard Karen calling in the distance.
“Listen Christina, you better get your ass sober and take us home or…or…else!” I vehemently threatened her.
“Look. Raelene.” Christina stared at me with green eyes glistening in fury. “YOU are the one who got us in the situation, okay. Don’t be a bitch. I’m drinking…but I will sober up in an few hours but until then, you better deal with it. Go deal with the girl you wanted so badly.” She spat and walked away toward the kitchen. My blood felt like it had transformed into hot poison as it coiled wildly through my body. My head felt like it would implode from anger.
Karen came up from behind me and put her strong tan arms around my body; she smelled of chlorine and I melted at her touch. “Rae…” The violent rage I had felt just seconds before started to dissipate.
She kissed me behind ear, right on the sensitive part of my neck. “Don’t be mad at me.” she whispered. “Let’s go dry off and have another beer, k? You a’ight?” she asked gently.
“Yeah, yeah alright, I’m cool. It’s just you’re married…you’re wife…I…”
“Don’t worry, okay. I wouldn’t hurt ya. Everything is okay. She ain’t here and ain’t comin'” Karen reassured me with firmness as she took my hand and led me back to the wood-paneled side bedroom.
She plopped down on the bed, watching me from her perch. I surveyed the contents of the cramped bedroom: books strewn all over, random gold keys on the dresser and wooden table, unopened mail that had been delivered to her address first class.
“Watchu doin’, come lay down with me.” She smiled boldly.
I obliged. I sunk into the soft mattress on the queen sized bed and found myself wrapped in her arms once more. I was not nervous and did not expecting anything. “So, I…” the words were barely out of my mouth, when Karen gently grabbed my chin and pulled me in for a kiss. Her lips worked mine open, forcefully, within seconds her tongue was in my mouth. I did not relent but passionately responded to the gesture. A subdued moan issued from my throat as she began to manipulate my hair away from my face and gain dominion over my body; in a swift motion she rearranged her lean figure on top of me and urged me to lie beneath her. The weight of her body pressed into my form mixed with the sexual aggressive move only intensified our kisses. I did not know what was about happen; my mind had gone blank with lust. Suddenly she drew back from our embrace, straddling me as she unclasped her bra. I gazed up at her, emotionless, and I considered her body. Her breasts were small and perky. “JILL” was tattooed over the left one.
That must be her wife’s name. I thought.
Her body was completely youthful and impeccable, appeared to be not a day over 25. She had a 50 year olds’ face and 25 year olds’ body.
She leaned back over me; her left breast was above my face. With one hand Karen cradled the back of my head and forced my face upward, my closed mouth made contact with her pink nipple.
“Suck on it, come on.” She instructed me and I complied. Her nipple was hard but the surrounding skin was soft and supple on the tip of my tongue. Her moans were deep and agonized as she rubbed her hand between my legs. I reacted to the touch; the pressure caused a chill to race throughout my body.
“Oh my god…” I whispered in anticipation.
“Yeah? Suck on the other one.”
I put my mouth on her other nipple, as she simultaneously took her touch from the outside of my panties to the inside and made contact with my vagina. Everything was happening so fast. She had my legs pinned open and my pussy lips were parted, allowing her exploratory access.
I did not have to ask.
Two fingers went deep inside of my wet cunt which involuntarily tightened on contact. Karen was working around the hollow space with surprising skill: it felt better than a penis or a sex toy.
“…Fuck yeah! Fuck yeah!” my head sunk deeper into the bed pillows, as she cradled my arching back and continued to finger fuck me with the other hand.
“Like that baby? Come on. Come on.”
Only a minute had passed before I felt the first signs of an orgasm spread over my body. Each of my senses was on fire and my mind was blank as she fucked me. Seconds elapsed. She was grabbing my back and digging into it as I came: my body rocked back and forth and the sensation pounded through me with such agonizing intensity that I could not even scream.
I collapsed immediately after the initial peak had subsided. My cunt felt like a ruptured bulb. I was dripping wet and too sensitive to be touched anymore.
I knew it was my turn and allowed her to ease me into performing the action. She did not say a word and did not have too. I watched her remove her panties and reveal her perfect cunt: I was mesmerized. It looked like an untouched rose: absolutely flawless and hairless. Not what I had expected.
Straddling me, she inched her body closer to my face. My head rested between her open legs and I watched in silence, only closing my eyes when her pussy made contact with my lips and I opened my mouth to please her. The taste was familiar and I greedily worked my tongue into the wet space. Karen responded graciously, by rocking her hips in a rhythmic motion over my face, making my tongue roll over her clit and back down over and over again.
I put my hands on her ass, it was small and soft, her skin felt like silk.
She was completely youthful and pure like a model that was insured for millions of dollars and had not let their skin experience the environmental abuse of daily life.
Enjoying her pussy, I closed my eyes and let her ravage me. She moved my hands from her tiny waist, pinning them above my head and held them down as she rode my face. Her screams were becoming louder with each passing moment and I knew it would be over soon.
Her thighs tightened their grip around my head. There was a long pause and she held her pussy down over my face and stopped moving, but her entire body was contracted in pleasure. A shrill squeak pierced the air before she rolled off of me and collapsed seconds later.
We do not say a word to each other for 10 minutes. I stared at the ceiling as my breathing slowly returned to normal.
“Ya know what?” She broke the silence.
“You’re so sexy…you have a great ass. And nice tits. They’re nearly perfect.” She laughed and turned to look at me.
I scoff, “Nearly?”
I was offended. “Uh, why nearly?”
“Well…well because nothin’s perfect.”
Just an hour after the announcement of President Obama’s victory of being reelected to a second term in office I found myself venturing into the night and stopping at Char’s Has the Blues, a jazz and blues nightclub in downtown Phoenix, AZ better known as simply, Char’s. The club was small and intimate; I noticed the cozy atmosphere right away that was created by extremely dim overhead lighting and exclusive seating areas near the entrance and also within the interior flanks. The crowd, mostly consisting of patrons approximately 30 years old + sat in various places in the club, including near the full bar where the bartender provided friendly service and delicious beverages.
To celebrate my mother’s birthday, we indulged in Vodka Cranberry’s and Pina Coloda’s at amazing prices and settled at a side table to enjoy the live music. Essence, the headlining band of the night, excited the crowd with dazzling jazz melodies that were mixed with beautiful nuances and splendid subtleties that clearly showcased their talent. Shaun Johnson, the lead vocalist, smoothly crooned through many classic hits such as Michael Jackson’s, “Shake Your Body (Down to the Ground)” and “Bustin’ Out (On the Funk)” by Rick James. At one point in the evening, Johnson invited my mother on stage and sang ‘Happy Birthday’ with soulful accuracy, much to her extreme shock before continuing on with the designated set list.
The band, which is comprised of Sonte Vales, the lead guitarist, Dbazz who plays bass and Lawrence Ross on keyboards, delivered each song with marked passion that showed a deep and genuine appreciate for performance and music. The drummer, Jamarl Baker aka JB That Drum Killa executed every beat with brilliant precision and gracefully carried the quintet through each moment. The tiny crowd in Char’s Has the Blues responded to classy and equally impressive lineup with applause; a few of the club-goers took to the dance floor to sashay to the melody.
At the conclusion of the band’s lively set, the crowd disbursed for the night, either exiting from the small parking lot or lingering outside of Char’s for a smoke and conversation. As a whole, Essence was thoroughly impressive and deserves much recognition for their inexplicable talent and prodigious showmanship.
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“Oh my goodniss girl, what’s with ya friend?” Karen’s eyes were sparkling in the room light. She was leaning in real close and I could smell her skin: men’s pine body wash and a woman’s perfume that I could not name.
“It’s nothing, I don’t know. Maybe we should just go for a swim…”
“Alright ‘den.” She stood up and pulled the cotton tank top over her head, then unpeeled the jeans from her legs; I stood and watched, completely transfixed. She wore boxers and a bra. She was thin and beautiful.
I then began to disrobe and she watched me, finally everything was off except for my bra and lacy black panties. We walked outside into the cool air and rushed to dip our toes into the aquamarine water. Christina was sitting by the bar, looking surly. “Coming in?” I yelled over to her.
“No. I just wanted you guys to come out here. I don’t want to swim, just tell me where the beer is.”
“In the fridge inside, you ‘ken go in iff ya want.” Karen told Christina, unaffected by her gruffness.
When Christina disappeared into the kitchen for libation, Karen took my hand into hers and led me down the steps of the pool. The water was subzero.
Suddenly, she let go of my hand and broke away then submerged herself completely into the water and came up like a graceful mermaid, “Come on! Get in here!” she teased.
“Nope. Too cold.”
“I’mma give ya a piggy back ride! Can’t do dat if ya all the way over there!” she exclaimed before disappearing beneath the water again. I tentatively immersed myself, a wave of water covered over my golden brown skin.
“UGH! KAREN!!! IT’S FREEZING IN HERE!”
She was back up and ogling me as she bobbed above the water.
“Come ‘ere den.”
I silently doggy paddled closer to her and she took me into her arms; she wrapped them around me and at once we were facing each other.
“Well this is nice” Karen chuckled to herself.
Our skin was slick against one another. Two seals in the moonlight.
“So you live here in this big house by yourself? Pfft. Lucky. I wish I could live on my own.” I explained.
Her mood seemed to darken; a veil of secrecy went over her blue eyes.
“Iss nothin’. I don’t live here alone. Well, I kinda do, but I didn’t always. Dat’s not what the lease says.” She looked troubled but managed to eke out a small, unconvincing laugh.
“Then who lives here?” A surge of fear raced through me and stabbed at my heart; my mind immediately filled with visions of murderous step-sons or reclusive uncles that thirsted for blood, especially if it came from young women.
“YOU’RE WIFE?” My stomach felt like it was trying to come out of my ass, “YOU’RE MARRIED!!?!”
“HAW HAW HAW calm down, youngin’. I’m married. I’m married. Been married a long time but I mean do you really wanna sit here and talk about my wife right now? I got you here, you got me here, das all dat matters right now.”
I continued on despite myself, “What!!?! Where is she?”
“You kind of failed to mention this back at the bar.” I scoffed and rolled my eyes so hard I thought I would black out from the sheer act of it. We were still clinging to each other in a tight embrace as we bobbed along in the water. I could faintly hear TV programs changing in rapid succession: I had failed to see Christina come back outside and reposition herself at the bar. She was on her 80th Marlboro of the night and was calmly flicking through channels while I was busy playing mistress to a 47 year old woman.
“Oh my goodness. Does she know…like…that I’m here?” I did not know what I wanted to know. The situation was pretty obvious but I felt she needed to explain it nonetheless.
“Naw…she…she don’t know. Why do ya care anyway? I told ja, don’t worry ‘bout it.”
“Uh, I told you that I don’t want to be murdered tonight. What’s she going to say when she comes out here and finds us in the pool together, half naked and drunk?”
“HAW HAW HAW HAW”
Apparently my concern was comical. A thrill of irritation surged through me.
With a forceful shimmy, she knew to let me out of her embrace. I floated freely on my back before propping myself up on my feet, “I’m cold. I’m going to get out.”
I mounted the stair case of the pool with full intent to grab my belongings and run for the mountains. When I turned back to look at her, I saw she was doing laps. I pulled a towel around myself and walked up to Christina, “Dude. She’s married. Let’s go.”
“Shesss swat?” Slurred my best friend.
“MARRIED!!! AND you’re drunk! We have to go” I exclaimed in an urgent whisper.
“Nott chett…I can’t drive…”
Her eyes were glassy and she took another sip from the Bud Light can in her left hand. I wanted to slap it out of her grip and then punch her in the face. “I can’t believe this. You were supposed to drive us away from this mess if it turned out to be shady! I cannot drive stick, Christina! FUCK!”
“I will. I will. Raelene. Lemme finisshh this beer and have sssum cigarettesss ‘n I’ll…I’ll drive…”
I knew I was too intoxicated to drive away from Karen the Married Woman; and even if I were not, manual transmission was just as foreign to me as the reason why I went home with a stranger from the gay bar in the first place.
The sky had on a navy blue tuxedo with accents of white; it gazed at us as we followed behind Karen’s 2002 Jeep Wrangler. It was only 10 minutes to her house from the Triangle Lounge. We pulled up to the side of her place and parked, “Listen Rae, let’s just check it out and leave in a few hours.” Christina’s green eyes were glistening with a mix of fear and concern.
“Maybe you should have a few beers and you wouldn’t be such a bitch.” I quipped back, mocking her for her attitude towards me just four hours previous.
Her response was a stony glare.
I continued, “Apparently the tables have turned huh? No, but really, don’t worry about it, we’re fine, alright?” I was trying to be tough even though I was nervous too.
Karen led us to the front door and disengaged the lock with a gold key, “Here we are! Come in, make yourself comfortable!”
Her home was cozy, suburban and well lit, the color scheme of the place was green and white; there were two elaborate woven rugs on the wooden floor and lining the walls were various picture frames that held watercolor paintings of fish.. My pepper spray was hiding in the left cup of my bra; I was trying to relax about my frivolous and spontaneous decision to go home with a stranger whose last name was unknown to me.
“Want a beer, girls? We can go out by the pool and have a swim. Got a patio and a TV out there, you can sit ‘en smoke…” Karen broke away to the kitchen and returned with three Bud Light cans.
“Alright cool.” Christina took initiative to start moving toward the pool area, her bedazzled jeans caught the lamp light in the room and glinted. We followed close behind her and went through the sliding door that led to an immense turquoise pool flanked by reclining lounge chairs near a wrap-around bar. There was a small television affixed to the wall of the bar.
Karen and I stood by the perimeter of the water and stared into the hypnotizing pool lights while Christina stationed herself bar side with her beer and cigarettes. The dull murmur of a television program filled the air seconds after she lifted the remote toward the set.
I turned to address Karen, “So when are you planning to kill me?” I was drunk and feeling audacious.
“HAW HAW HAW HAW! Come on now! You really think I’d do something crazy to you?” Karen stared at the side of my face before continuing, leaving no time for me to formulate a snarky reply, “I wouldn’t hurt you okay?” Her tone was adamant but gentle. My shoulders relaxed a little as I watched her take a pack of Menthol Pall Mall’s from her back pocket, remove one and light it; she ran her other hand through her hair from the crown and it fell back in luscious waves. “Wanna get in the pool?”
I had on combat boots and stockings and a skirt.
“I can’t get in with all this on!”
“Well come on take it off!” she teased and punched me in the arm, playfully.
I removed my boots and my socks and stood there with my skirt and black nylons on.
“Wanna to take those off?” Karen inquired.
I said yes but found myself frozen in place from a sudden wave of shyness.
“Well let’s go in the room real quick, I can help you take them off.”
I said okay very obediently and was led back through the sliding door, to a side bedroom that was kind of dark with wood paneled walls and a sufficient amount of clutter. There was also a floral couch and a big, soft looking double bed; we sat very close to each other on the sofa and there was ambient yellow light illuminating us from above. I do not recall what we were saying but suddenly we were quiet and Karen was looking deeply into my eyes.
All of my fear seemed to have vanished: I had surrendered myself to the flow of the moment. Karen smiled at my mouth and then her gaze traveled back to my eyes. I was feeling tranquil and had just begun to think of a shade of blue that could adequately describe the color of her irises, when she kissed me.
My eyelids fluttered shut when our lips made contact. I could not have formed a thought even if I wanted to; a chill of pleasure raced from my spine to the back of my ears and buzzed momentarily in my skull.
She smelled like cigarettes and beer but not in a gross way but in a cool, sophisticated adult way. The same scent you detect when you are a small child hugging the grown-ups at a party as they leave the house when the festivities come to a close: cold leather, smoke and liquor… Her kiss was hollow on my kiss and was becoming increasingly passionate, our lips were firmly pressed together and she started to explore my mouth with her tongue, sending a wild jolt of lust through my body that eventually settled in my groin.
There was the sound of footsteps at a distance, coming toward doorway to the hidden room. We ignored it. I was blindly wrapping my hands through her hair as she was taking her kiss to the sensitive spot on my neck…that was when Christina announced herself, “Uh, hello! What the hell? Is there anymore beer? Are you guys going to come out and swim or what?” she spat, before stomping off in a brazen show of fury.