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."