Luca's Dilemma (9 page)

Luca was impressed to find Sheila and Tina had met at Hartwick University in Oneonta, New York during their freshman year of college. They were both on the basketball team. Apparently the two women had remained friends all this time, despite going their separate ways after grad school. He wasn’t sure how long ago that had been because he had no idea of their ages and had been taught never to ask a lady such things. But he was a man who appreciated loyalty, something he didn’t run into very often.

The two women were at, or nearing, the six–foot mark in height. Being six–five, he had noticed Sheila’s stature right away as he overtly drank her in on the night of his sleep study. Both women stood out in a crowd, sporting the buxom, hour–glass figures of yesteryear. As far as he was concerned, it was a rare treat to be in the presence of a woman who wasn’t in desperate need of a good meal, and he was going to take every opportunity to show his appreciation of her curves.

But that is where their physical differences ended. Sheila styled her dark hair in short, feathery locks, whereas Tina had stunning blond hair that passed her shoulder blades. Sheila’s eyes were a sparkling amber that almost matched her creamy mocha skin, in comparison to Tina’s, which were sky blue with a hint of green. Although he admittedly found Tina attractive, she didn’t do it for him like Sheila did.

Actually, no one had ever stimulated him like Sheila. He’d never considered being with an African–American before, not seriously anyway, but he was drawn like a meth addict to this one. He knew his family wouldn’t have a problem with it, seeing how his cousins’ wives were both black.

It hadn’t taken long for him to figure out that Sheila was special. He suspected it had something to do with that sharp tongue of hers, which somewhat belied her southern–belle roots. Although it had shocked him at first, he had grown to love the crazy intermingling of sugar and spice she exuded. Nonetheless this strong attraction to her scared the bejesus out of him at times.

Luca knew he was a goner the day of the fair…

***

Sheila had tapped Luca on the shoulder, interrupting his chores at the stables. Once he’d gotten over the initial spark that her touch sent down his spine, he realized she was asking to brush Chino. At first, he’d been reluctant to let her. After the sheep incident — which he still found ironic since the woman stashed rubber sheep as a weapon of choice in her home — he feared she would have another panic attack if Chino happened to misbehave or made any sudden moves. This sudden urge to protect her was uncanny, to say the least. All his life, he'd assumed it wasn't in him to truly care about the wellbeing of anyone outside of his family.

Another matter of concern had been the crazy effect Sheila’d begun to have on him. It had been bad enough just watching her jiggle about the property, and he hadn't been able to resist flirting with her at the sleep lab. Now that he had gotten to know her, he found her mere existence to be a distraction. Just the thought of her drove his breathing into a crazy pattern, and being near her made him absolutely insane. He’d damn near lost it while holding her when she had the panic attack.

Her laughter alone had a way of lightening his usually heavy heart, and he did his best to bring it out of her at every opportunity. Not only did she laugh at his lame jokes, she took him seriously when he spoke, giving her opinion in a respectful manner when needed, unlike most people he knew. For the first time in his life, he felt like a real man because Sheila treated him like one.

Just before they headed for the stables, Sheila had turned the tables by flirting back with him. The truth of her words had kicked him in the forehead full force. She wasn't the type of woman he was used to, the kind that didn’t mind using him like a warm blanket. Sheila was one to be classified with his moms and sisters, the kind of woman to be won and kept, not borrowed and used.

Luca’s effort to say ‘no’ had been thwarted by that beautiful, heart shaped face set with determination and trapping his words in his throat. Gazing upon her pretty features, he’d found himself wanting to give her everything and anything she wanted. He'd help her conquer her irrational fear of animals if it would put a smile on those luscious lips of hers.

Before he could bring himself to move, Sheila’d grabbed his hand, sending a peculiar tingle to his groin via his heart, and guided him toward Chino's stall. Walking the short distance had been difficult with a brick in the front of his pants, but he’d managed to maintain an appearance of coolness.

Upon reaching the stall, Sheila stopped short, some of her bravado fading. Luca felt the slight trembling of her hand as he held it in his. He squeezed it, reassuring her, and silently conveying the confidence she needed to see this thing through. At that point, he’d taken the lead.

“It's okay,” he'd said gently before bending over to retrieve a brush. “Come on,” he whispered close to her ear.

Sheila shivered, prompting an amused chuckle to escape from Luca before he could suppress it.

Laying a hand on each of her shoulders, he eased her into the stall. “Relax,” he cooed, sliding one hand down her arm until he reached her hand. He placed the brush in it and then guided her within a foot of the steed.

Sheila raised her hand to deliver the first stroke and froze, her shoulders tensing under Luca’s gentle grip. “Is he going to bite me?” she quietly asked, causing him to chuckle again. Sheila tilted her head just enough to capture Luca’s gaze. “It's not funny,” she whispered as though to avoid having the horse hear her. “Have you seen the teeth on this guy?”

Luca let out a hearty laugh, causing Chino to start. With a gasp, Sheila jumped back, her luscious bottom making full contact with his front. Instinctively he wrapped his arms around her waist, his manhood swelling to painful proportions. The temptation to grind against her was great. He dropped his face into the crevice of her neck, inhaling her lavender scent mixed with his aftershave in the blue fleece jacket that she wore, the unique blend causing his eyes to cross. The sudden stimulation had made him weak, and he knew he had to gain control or risk offending her. Something else he’d never concerned himself about with other women.

Using every ounce of his willpower, Luca managed to calm the riotous storm Sheila’d induced within him. “It's okay,” he said reassuringly, not recognizing his own husky voice. “I won't let him hurt you.”

With one arm remaining around her waist, he moved her closer to Chino. Luca slowly ran his hand down her arm again, this time not denying himself the pleasure he got from the sensual contact with her. He gently lifted her hand with the brush in it, noting the silky softness of her skin.

“Start here,” he ordered tenderly, his lips lightly brushing her ear. A smile crossed his lips when she shivered slightly in response. “He really likes it when you brush behind his ears.” He held Sheila’s light brown hand in his larger, olive one, guiding her, and hugging her with his voice.

Within moments, she relaxed against him, allowing her form to mold into his. Absentmindedly, he stroked her belly through the multiple layers of material she wore, resisting the urge to lift it and delve farther south. Together they brushed the horse, working as one, standing so close Luca could feel her heartbeat through their clothing. It was a welcome balm to his ordinarily troubled soul. If someone had told him a few months ago that he'd be content with such simple intimacy, he would've knocked the shit out of them. But there he was, content as could be, enjoying every minute of it.

At that moment, it had occurred to Luca just how lonely he'd been before Sheila.

***

Coming out of his reverie, Luca refocused his gaze on the object of his thoughts. Sheila looked so damn sexy laying sideways on a mat opposite him, perched up on one elbow. Her head rested in her left hand, while the right hand lay seductively on her thigh. He loved that her hands with their pink nails were feminine, yet not overly dainty. She wasn’t a petite woman, and it wouldn’t surprise him if she was actually able to get those babies around his manhood.

Even though the morning air was cool, beads of sweat formed around Sheila’s hairline, and a large, moist triangle had formed on the front of her pink sports bra. Luca began to fantasize about removing the sweat from his face using her cleavage then lifting the edge of her bra with his teeth before taking one of her large chocolate nipples into his wanton mouth. He was convinced the bra was padded. However, he could still see the distinct outline of the decadent delights, which were taut to perfection in the cool climate of the day.

Despite the low temperature engulfing him, his body started to respond to his lecherous thoughts. He bent his legs at the knees to hide the evidence growing in his New York Knicks basketball shorts, and a lump formed in his throat, further delaying his retort.

“Nothing to say, horse–boy?” Sheila taunted, interrupting his thoughts. “Hmmm, just as I thought… jive–talk.”

Luca sucked his teeth. “Jive–talk, Sheila? Really? And I know you can see my leg is much bigger than yours,” he retorted. He flung an arm over his eyes under the pretense of shielding them from the sunlight. If he continued to look at her, he'd lose his gentleman–like bearing for sure.

A faint squeak caught Luca’s attention. Sheila was on her back now, mimicking his position. Raising her left knee toward her chin, she pointed her pink–sneakered foot like a ballerina on pointe. Luca could only gape as she reached both hands out and slowly began to drag her fingers down her leg, twisting and turning them seductively, each inch waylaying thin pink material to expose smooth, honey–brown skin. The color of her nails against her flesh aptly served to amplify the sensuality of the act.

“Maybe,” she stated defiantly after reaching the juncture of her precious hip and thigh. “But not by much.” She rolled back over into her previous position, casting him a very seductive grin.

Luca swallowed hard. Sheila’s amber eyes were aglow with her naughtiness, indicating the vixen knew full well what she was doing to him. He'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy every last bit of it. Ordinarily, he would've hit that by now. But he couldn't bring himself to use her. Not only was Sheila good people, she was one of the few he felt at ease with, and he didn’t want to jeopardize their friendship.

Clearing his throat, he asked, “So, does this mean we're going out to the Old Port for the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band concert tonight?” in an attempt to distract himself from the ever–hardening member between his legs.

“Naw, man. You lost the bet. Motor Booty!”

“Oh, come on, Sheila. You can't expect me to go see a band called Motor Booty Affair,” he implored, gesturing his upturned hands out in front of him. “There's gotta be some law against a country boy like me listening to live disco. Besides, I wouldn't have missed the Nittys at the fair if I hadn't had to bring you home.”

“Now, you know your ass is wrong. Had me listening to that Roscoe Flatts and that Twain chick all the way home. You got your concert, bud.”

“It’s Rascal Flatts… and it’s not the same. I purposely pulled out the soft stuff for you, city girl.”

“You're a New Yorker, man! Surely you don’t think living out here in the middle of nowhere automatically certifies you as ‘a country boy.’” She waved her hand at him dismissively. “And, you didn't have to bring me anywhere, you big whiner.”

“No, babe,
you're
wrong for making this Pilates shit look like it was strummed up by some pansy and then betting me that I couldn't hang with you. Hustler.”

Sheila roared with laughter.

“Yeah, all this nonsense you got me doing. Making me lift this way and wiggle that way,” Luca stated with an exaggerated lisp, lifting his right leg in the air and waving it side to side. “Fuck!” he cried out in pain, suddenly grabbing his leg.

Before the full impact of the Charlie horse could hit him, Sheila was on her knees beside him, gripping the offending part and kneading it deeply with her soft, strong hands. Luca watched in awe as the result of her ministrations caused her whole body to bob up and down and jiggle in all the right directions. Her head was lowered, but he knew that pretty face held a look of concentration as she gave an all–out effort to ease the cramp in his leg. He imagined that look would be on her precious face as she bobbed up and down on his dick, bringing him to the epiphany of satisfaction.

“All better?” she asked after a while. She raised her gaze to meet his.

Luca could only gaze back. Heat from Sheila’s hand, which was now softly caressing his calf, electrified the skin there, causing the hair to stand on end. A fiery trail ignited, shooting straight up to his groin. His breath caught in his chest, suddenly making the simple act of breathing difficult, and he began to grow woozy.

The next thing he knew, Sheila’s luscious body was warming his from beneath. Never had Luca dreamed the actual feel of her under him would literally make him high. His head began to spin as his mouth devoured her luscious lips, finding the outlet of her profanity sweeter than the purest of nectars. It vaguely registered that he was practically attacking this woman, but stopping wasn’t an option. He sucked harder on her lower lip, drawing a gasp from her.

For a moment, Luca regained some of his senses after thinking he’d hurt her. But when her mouth fell open permitting him entry, he completely lost control again, succumbing to the need to drink deeper. His long tongue touched the back of her throat as he repeatedly rammed it into her juicy mouth, the taste of it better than anything he'd ever feasted on, and he found himself groaning insanely.

The bittersweet pain of her hands pulling his hair set both his heads afire. Any struggle for control was completely abandoned, and he began to gyrate against her. Luca nearly died when Sheila spread her legs wider and wrapped them around his waist, giving him better access to her covered core. His eyes rolled to the back of his head when she started matching his movements in a dance so sensual the gods themselves had to be jealous.

Unable to decide which part of her felt the best, Luca allowed his hands to roam all over her, kneading her breasts and ass firmly. Making out with Sheila was like swimming in a sea of brown sugar, and he was more than willing to drown in her. Even the sweat of their earlier exertion didn’t distort the fragrant taste of her.