The Playa Chronicles (6 page)

“Why don’t you come down here? Meet me at the Sun Dial in about an hour.”

“Okay, Laura, I’ll see you in an hour. Don’t have me sitting up there waiting for hours. You know how you are.”

“Very funny. You just worry about yourself, I got this,” Laura said with a bit of an attitude.

“All right now. I’ll see you later, Laura.” I hung up knowing full well that it wasn’t going to be as simple as that. I finished the projections I was running and headed for the Plaza.

I arrived at the Plaza, parked my car in the garage, and took the elevator up to the seventy-third floor. The Sun Dial is one of my favorite places. The
Mose
Davis Trio was playing and the view of the city was spectacular. The building is round and the floor revolves slowly, so you can see the entire city from there. On a clear night, you can see as far as
Stone Mountain
. It was also the place where I met Laura.

I was there with this girl named Shelia. Laura was sitting alone at the bar. We made eye contact each time I passed her. Shelia was making her case for me to leave April and kick it with her full-time. “I’m getting a little tired of taking a backseat to your girl. I just can’t do this anymore. I mean, I never had a man to treat me the way you do, Rick. Half the time you don’t return my calls. Seems like the only time you call me is when you wanna have sex. But that’s all you think about, ain’t it, Rick?”

“Sex is not all I think about. It’s just all I think about you,” I said calmly.

I got the line from Victor, who stole it from Prince. I felt funny saying it, since I’m not particular about the Paisley Prince, but the line fit perfectly. Old Shelia on the other hand, was not the least bit amused. She started trippin’.

Loud.

“You got a lot of fuckin’ nerve sayin’ some shit like that to me! Who the fuck do you think you are? You ain’t all that, muthafucka! Sayin’ that shit to me like I’m a piece of meat or something. I ought to slap the shit outta you!”

At that point I stopped listening.

I knew nothing constructive was coming after that anyway. We made another pass by the bar and Laura. She smiled and shook her head. I smiled back. “And now you got the nerve to be flirting with that bitch at the bar.” She stood up and assumed
sista
position: hand on one hip, finger waving, head
rockin
’. “You ain’t ’bout shit, are you, Rick? You need to take me home. I’ll be right back,” Shelia said and walked off.

When the revolving floor made its way back around to the bar, Laura was standing there waiting. She sat down, introduced herself, and handed me her card. “Call me sometime,” she said and got up and returned to her seat at the bar. Shortly after that, Shelia came back and I took her home.

Here’s the funny part.

After all that flip and dip she went through at the bar and her not saying one word to me on the way to her apartment, she invited me in. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“That’s cool.” And with that she disappeared. I sat patiently on the couch waiting for what seemed to be a long time just for her to fix a drink. Then she came around the corner and she stood before me.

A naked silhouette in the distance.

I smiled.

In one hand was a bottle, the other a glass. She poured and handed me the glass.

“I thought you were mad at me?”

“
Shhhh
,” she said and sat down next to me. “We’re not going to have sex.”

“We never do,” I replied. “What we have is far beyond what I would call sex.”

“
Shhhh
.”

We sat there in silence, drinking wine until out glasses were empty. Shelia smiled and poured herself another glass. She raised the bottle; a silent offering. I accepted her offer. She filled my glass and looked at the bottle. Noting that it was almost empty, she unbuttoned my shirt and poured the remains on my chest, and proceeded to lick and suck it off. I watched in silence as her tongue moved softly across my chest, lingering only at the nipples. I reached for her, but she pushed my hands away. I started to protest.

“
Shhhh
” and a deep, passionate kiss met my objections. The taste of her tongue and champagne was sweet to my lips. She put her glass down and began to run her hands along my body.

Shelia took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. She politely asked me to take off my clothes and lay spread-eagle on the bed. I looked at her strangely, but I still complied with her request. After all, we had taken our sexual encounters to a level that few knew of, and far fewer live in. Our minds and bodies existed in a sexual utopia, where euphoria is the order of the day.

She sat next to me on the bed and smiled in admiration of my erection, showing her appreciation for its beauty with her hands.

Then Shelia proceeded to tie both of my wrists to the bed frame. I started to protest again, but as before, “
Shhhh
” and a deep, passionate kiss met my objections, and that seemed to satisfy me for a while.

So naturally, I didn’t protest when she blindfolded me.

“What about my legs?” I asked innocently.

“
Shhhh
,” she said. “You’re going to need them.”
 

The room was now quiet. I called her name.

“Shelia!”

It echoed through the house, but went unanswered. It wasn’t long before I heard music playing: Hard Bop jazz. Hard Bop is a style of jazz that incorporates influences from rhythm and blues, gospel music, and blues, especially in the trumpet, saxophone and piano playing. Major influences in this genre were Lee Morgan and Miles Davis. The music had a rollicking, rhythmic style like the musicians playing it put
there
entire heart, soul and body into it. It was our
prefered
music to have sex by. I called to her again, still no reply. Over the sounds of “
Exotique
” by Lee Morgan, I heard the front door open and close. I was alone, tied semi-spread-eagle to the bed, and glad to be there. I did, however, give some thought to the fact that Shelia had cursed me out less than an hour ago.

Suppose she went to get a sharp knife so she could cut my dick off?
I thought.

I pulled on my bonds to see how tight they were. I was relieved when I felt them give.

I wasn’t sure how long I had been there or how long I would have to wait for her return, or what would happen when she returned. In my mind, I painted a flowing picture of what was to come. My erection faded and returned with each new thought.

I squirmed.

The door opened; I lay still in anticipation. I inhaled deeply and smelled her scent in the room. I called to her, but “
Shhhh
” and a deep, passionate kiss was the response I received. This time it was coupled with the feeling of warmth coming from her hands on my body. As I lay on my back enjoying the taste of her tongue, darting playfully in and out of my mouth, I thought,
This
is it?

I heard a noise. The kissing and touching stopped. I called to her, but this time my calls went unanswered. Another noise, and then her scent returned and she resumed her work: kissing me passionately and stroking my erection. The sensation of hands gave way to the sensation of her lips, soft and wet, against my chest and then to my now throbbing hardness. She straddled my face and I inhaled her scent. Soon my lips and tongue where engaged with her lips and clit, slowly tonguing her lips and sucking lightly on her clit. My excitement grew as I relied only on my scenes of touch and smell.

She bit my bottom lip. Shelia was wild and did whatever she wanted, when and how she wanted to do it. She kissed me hard and sucked my tongue, and then Shelia moved on to sucking my neck. Then, without using her hands, she took my nipple into her mouth and bit it just the way I liked. And that shit felt so fuckin’ good because Shelia’s lips and tongue were soft.

“Shit,” I said softly.

Once again, “
Shhhh
” and a deep, passionate kiss was the response I received.

Shelia shoved my legs apart and slid her body between my thighs. With no hands, she took my dick in her mouth and sucked it unmercifully.

“That’s it, work that shit!” I said, expecting her to tell me to be quiet, but it seemed to excite her. The more I coached, the harder she sucked. Just when I was about to explode, she swung her body around and adjusted herself onto my face. I used my fingers to pull her lips apart and sucked her dipping wet pussy from the top of her crack to the bottom. Her juices ran down my cheeks, and like a greedy crack fiend, I sucked harder trying not to allow any to go to waste. I pulled her in closer and went deep with my tongue.

I eased two fingers inside her pussy and slid them in and out of her while I sucked her clit. Then suddenly, Shelia lifted her head up. “I want you to fuck me, Rick. I want you to fuck me so you’ll know this is your pussy,” she said.

I sucked her harder and shoved my fingers deeper into her warmth. I sucked her so hard I took her words away, and used my tongue to play with her clit. I raked my teeth against it slightly, because I knew it drove her mad. I could feel her walls contract and tighten around my fingers. “Oh, shit!” she screamed. “I’m about to cum, baby!”

Shelia straddled me and eased herself down on my dick. She rode me slowly while I feasted on her nipples. I began to feel her legs trembling on my thighs, and I pushed harder. Shelia bore down on me and increased her pace. She reached out and touched my face with both hands and kissed me.

Shelia grinded her hips into mine, pinning my shoulders against the bed, and stared into my eyes. I felt paralyzed. I couldn’t move and I didn’t want to. She grabbed her hips and slowly slid up and down on me. With her eyes squeezed tightly shut, Shelia rode me slowly; grinding her hips until I was so deep inside her that her body started to tremble. “Damn, I’m gonna miss this dick. It’s so fuckin’
good
.”

I arched my back and pushed myself as deep and as hard as I could into her. Shelia shoved her tongue in my mouth and kept her ass moving. I kissed her until she sat straight up and I put a nipple into my mouth.

She grabbed the back of my head and I licked and sucked her nipples and pushed myself inside her as hard as I could. Her head drifted back, her eyes opened wide; she screamed. Then Shelia rode me furiously until I felt myself expand and explode inside her. I had to laugh because when I came, she screamed louder than I did.

When it was all said and done, I said, “I thought you were mad at me?”

“I am, and I never want to see you again, but there’s no point in passing up good dick.”

And they say we ain’t shit.

Now, here I was, back at the Plaza. Back where it all began for me and Laura. I got off the elevator and sat down. Not too long after that, a waitress brought me a drink. She told me that Laura said to tell me that she was sorry, but that she had to run down to the Underground and wanted me to meet her at Hooter’s.
No surprise there,
I thought. So I sucked down my drink and left. On the way down in the elevator, I thought about going home.

“No, let’s get this over with.”

It was a cool night with a nice breeze blowing, so I decided to walk. I’m not sure if it was because I wanted to make Laura wait, or because I wanted to give myself I chance to think about what I was about to do. Did I really want to tell Laura it was over? Before tonight, I hadn’t heard from her in days. We hadn’t seen each other in over a month. The way we were going, things would just fade out slowly.

No suspense, no drama.
 

Fact of the matter is that I really like Laura. And if that was the case, why was I doing this? The answer was simple: I was doing the right thing.

Right?

I stopped for the light at the corner. I watched the cars go by and went down my reasons list one more time. I remembered what Shelia told me that last night we were together. She said if it wasn’t her, it would just be somebody else. “That’s just the type of man you are.”
 

Was she right?

Could I stop just like that?
 

Would I tell Laura it was over and be back with her or some other woman in a couple of months?

Draw the line at flirtation.

Monogamy.

The light changed and I thought about April. Did she really know what was going on? And did it really matter? It isn’t worth losing April. I started walking faster. I knew I was just making excuses, looking for a reason to fail before I ever started; trying to give myself a reason for backing out. What I have with Laura is sex. It was time to change.

Right?

I ran down the steps to the Underground two at a time,
then
quickly made my way to Hooter’s. I scanned the room. No Laura. “Ain’t this a
bitch.
” I looked around for a seat. Maybe she just went to bathroom or something. I took a seat. No sooner had I sat down, when a waitress appeared from nowhere. “Your name Rick?” She smiled.

I tried not to notice how good she looked, but it was inescapable. “Yeah.”

She sat a drink on the table in front of me. “Laura said to tell you she’d be right back,” she said and started to walk away.