Quickie

When you see a nice logo or picture or kick ass graphic, people think its as simple as drawing a doodle on a piece of paper.

Well let me tell you, its not. If any idiot could go into illustrator and make a masterpiece, I wouldn't have gone to school for it. Its layers of colors and images. Patience and nitpicking over everything that could look wrong and that's before you actually get to the creative part of it.

I've been working freelance with a firm in Orlando on this fashion mag project which basically means the firm is getting paid the bulk of the money from the client and I'm only getting a piece of that. Not that I'm complaining; its good scratch and shit, they're paying me appropriately for my experience. I wish I could do the shit myself and cut out the middle man.

When I told Calvin this, you shoulda seen his face. It lit up like a sunrise, all twenty-two teeth and grinning. He told me I should do it. He told me he'd help. He told me he could give me contacts.

I can't help but be scared shitless and be delighted at the same time. I'm pretty fucking sure he loves me but I'm not sure I'm ready for love or anything else. He's a man but I was lez for a hot minute ( kinda ). I don't even know what he wants, kids? I can't do kids, at least I don't think I can. Does he want a homemaker? I can't cook as good as him.

"You're thinking too much." He was in jeans shorts and a button down yellow Polo that made his skin seem even darker with his dreads pulled back. I could smell what he was cooking suddenly, turkey, stuffing and something else. His version of Thanksgiving for me since I had no family to celebrate with.

"I'm not thinking, I'm working." He leaned over me, smelling like good food and Calvin Klein taking my mouse and clicking a tab. Lesbian porn. It was frozen in time, a black busty woman with a fade embracing a pale petite white woman with glasses, their lips and tongues brushing each other.

OK. So I was watching a little bit a smut. It ain't like I'm the first one to fuck off and do it. I didn't know what he would think about it; men are fickle when it comes to their pride. Calvin told me he had wanted to conquer me; he might think he could fuck me straight or something equally moronic. "That's beautiful." He whispered reverently. "That's real lesbian porn, not the fake shit right?"

"Right." His square-tipped fingers on my shoulder and I tingled. It was intimate without being overtly sexual; I dig that, intimacy without expectation. "I hate that dumb shit. The girl's ooohing and aaaahing  just to put on a show."

"That's why I like amateur porn. The professional stuff is good but not as authentic."

"Co-signing on that." He was pulling my swivel chair back before I realized it. "What are you doing?"

"Do something I always wanted to do." He clicked on the vid's tool bar then turned up the volume. "Relax, watch and let me do my thizang."

"That wasn't corny." He was slipping my pajamas pants down around my knees. Surprise, surprise,  no boxers. Calvin was on his knees, throwing my legs over his toned shoulders as the sounds of the two women on the screen escalated.

He was nipping at my clit at first as I watched the two women undress each other. They were kissing, soft and deep the whole time. The black woman pulled the white woman's long dark hair back making her bare her neck to her. She scored her. One kiss. Two kisses. A nibble then her dress fell away from her shoulders revealing the pale flesh of her shoulders and neck.

Calvin was moaning softly into my mound and I was tightening my legs around his head. It felt weird to be watching porn but leaving it to someone else to get me off. My hands felt strange not being busy; so I had to settle for twisting and pinching my nipples which I usually only have one hand free to do.

The black woman was devouring the white woman now having stripped her totally of her dress. She was moving down her stomach with her lover's hands running up and down her neck. She moaned much like Calvin was, as if pleasing her was getting her off. I was shaking a little. My legs had gone rigid, scissor locking him into place as he started slurping my clit.

 He was as tender as the black woman when she started lapping at the white woman's swollen, pink pussy. I didn't know which tongue I was feeling now, hers or Calvin's but it was rough and tender just the same, peeling back the folds of my labia, exploring, probing, never satisfied, going deeper and deeper still.

I was so wet, so fucking wet and close but Calvin was going in for the kill. "Open your eyes." He moaned. "I wanna watch you watch them." Sure enough he was doing just that, watching me as he ate my pussy. I hadn't realized my eyes were squeezed shut nor that I was gripping my arm rests for dear life. She was kissing and nibbling the white woman's thighs, still licking, still hungry, still searching. Her hands were Calvin's, strong and gentle, roaming up the flesh of my stomach, twisting and teasing my nipples. Hungry. Everything about their touch was needy.

I was watching them and watching myself. Feeling Amara. Feeling Calvin. Feeling the two women, thinking about Amara and her white-girl dreadlocks, thinking about Calvin dreads in comparison as he ate me up piece by painstaking piece.

It was so sudden, I had no time to do anything but squirt and hiss, rocking my swivel chair, thinking I might break Calvin's neck. The white woman was moaning too, cumming like I was cumming but much more subdued. I tried to keep my eyes open but I couldn't. Flashes of light danced behind my eyelids. My nerves were aflame.

I had to push Calvin away. My cum soaked his shirt about the collar. I was shaking like a leaf, dazed and confused about just who and what made me nut. "You good Cat?" I was rocking with my head between my knees, only now realizing how hard I was breathing.

"I'm fine." Shit I was having after shocks, each one zapping through my clit like a lighting rod. "Do you...do you gotta check on the food?"

He was getting to his feet with a puzzled look on his face. "Yeah. I guess I could-"

"Can you fuck me?" The words just tumbled out before I could think. "I mean, and not fuck up the food?"

He nodded. "I can do that."

"Then find something else on Pornhub. Something with a woman fucking another woman. Something we both can watch."

Quickie

Rosalina could not say when she fell in love with Silver. He was a womanizer.  She wouldn't be so stupid as to deny that. She would go so far as to say he was a slut only he wouldn't sleep with just anybody who threw their panties at him. She had seen him deny women enough though, always with a smile and a joke to put salve on their pride.

Most of them had been pretty, prettier than her in fact, shapely and wanted, full of pride in their looks with confidence that bordered on arrogance. They would come to him on his job or when they were together and she felt like a wolf defending her kill every time as if he were a hunk of meat and not a person.

But deftly, he pushed them aside each and everyone. "I'm here with my friend," he said to a tall, svelte Jamaican woman in a pantsuit that accentuated her curves. "and I don't think she's into sharing though I've been trying hard to change that." He laughed at his own joke and somehow the woman was too, albeit less genuine.

They had taken to sleeping together without protection though Silver insisted on them both being tested. They both did and they had continued their dalliance, knowing that she couldn't get pregnant nor Silver able to impregnate anyone. Rosalina thought that strange; men either wanted children or didn't care if they made any. Rosalina was laying on his chest, cuddling with him which they were doing more and more often as of late as a pretext to sex. They were in his one bedroom apartment, his computer murmuring a song by Hikaru Utada softly from his playlist. The lights were low and a haze of marijuana smoke permeated the air. "Why don't you want to have kids?" She blurted the question out before she had sense enough not to. "You don't have to talk about it, not like I can have any."

He was quiet for a second, stroking her short red hair before tracing the freckles on her bare arms. They were both barely clothed, her in her blouse and panties and he in his jeans. She played with the few curly hairs on his lean chest, as silver as his namesake. His chest rose as he took in a deep breath. "I'm afraid." He whispered and the sadness in it broke her heart.

"What of?" She asked. "Of being like my parents." He answered. "Of doing to them what they did to me. A child's not iron; you can't just beat them into what you want them to be." He sighed. "Couldn't tell my 'rents that. They wanted me to rise above them, to be all that they couldn't hope to." A chuckle then. "Now look at me. Stuck in middle management with no higher aspirations seemingly. I know it tears them to pieces."

"You can't live for them." Live for me. She almost said it but thought better. Suddenly she regretted her tubes being tied and his vasectomy. Could it be reversed? The notion was stupid and childish but she knew she'd research it later.

"How can I not?" They were looking into each others eyes, his the brown of a fresh penny, sleepy and sad. "We are what they make us." She was high and horny but still cared for him. Rosalina never thought he could be sad but that was before he heard of Wendy and his parents. The carefree smile, the jokes, all of it was just an act and she had been fooled before but not any longer. Silver was lonely, terribly so, and hurt.

She wished she had words for him but she didn't. Her decision not to have children didn't come from such a different place. Instead, she gave him her lips and her tongue. His fingers tangled in her short red hair and moved down her back. He pulled up her blouse just to touch her, to enjoy the feel of her skin she knew.

Rosalina kissed his chest then his stomach, blazing a trail to where they both knew he wanted her to go. Silver turned beckoned her to turn over though and his face was in her neck, nibbling and kissing, sending waves of pleasure through he before taking her blouse off.

She never liked being a ginger nor the freckles that came with it. They cover her shoulders and back and were sprinkled down her legs and arms. But Silver loved them; he said he had to kiss every one of them, even those on the bridge of her nose. Rosalina had told him she liked to be played with and attended to and Silver had listened. He always did.

Then his tongue circled her nipples turned them to hard point. She could cum just from him doing that but he didn't stay long before his face was between her thighs, suckling at her clit softly as she writhed beneath him. He slipped a finger into her, in and out, the rhythm hypnotic as he pressed on her g-spot. Before she knew it, she was cumming, her voice coming in gasps as each one snaked up her spine filling the darkness of her shut eyes with bursts of color.

"God." She gasped. "My God I think I love you." Rosalina realized she couldn't take back those words. They were said now. Real and tangible and heavy with consequences seen and unseen. He was moving inside her, harder than she ever thought him to be and though it felt good, so good, she couldn't help but think how her heart would break if he didn't return those words, if she found that this wasn't making love but fucking just like it was with any other man.

"I love you too." The words made her heart leap as he whispered them into her shoulders, his long sinewy arms surrounding her as he thrusts and gyrated inside her. "I just-I don't know what to do about that." He gasped.and grunted. "I don't know. I don't know."

She didn't know what made her bring his face to hers but she did and she could see fear in his eyes. Rosalina knew though that he did and that he spoke the truth; he had no idea what it would mean. What would change. What would remain the same. It was written on his face even as he thrust inside her.

"I love you." She said the orgasm made her gulp air. "And I don't know-I don't know either but-" God he went so deep, filled her up, stretched her. He had slowed down, long strokes. Rosa could feel him in her stomach. "We'll figure it out later. For now this enough." She lied.

"I love you too." He smiled and it was not sad. Something by Adele was playing now, her voice sad and keening. Silver was rocking and pushing bringing her to another orgasm as she tightened around his cock involuntarily and for a second, she forgot that things indeed would not be the same.