PORN STARS... More Than Just Moans (22 page)

“What made you pick it up? The cover is what would have grabbed my attention.”

“A friend of mine had it and put me on to it. I’m not done with it but it’s off the hook. It’s about a video girl that goes for broke. She will do anything to make sure she gets with the rich and famous. God help you if you cross her; Tangie is no joke,” he said, while laughing. He went over the book with me although I was only halfway listening. My mind was stuck on my last statement, and I just knew that he heard it. When I focused back on his voice, all I heard was, “There’s this girl named Shamika and she’s fucking with Tangie hard. I can’t wait to see how Tangie is going to set her up.”

“You’re gonna have to let me check that out,” I said, covering that fact that I only heard the end.

“So, I was thinking that maybe we could have lunch and hang out a bit before I leave. There’s a Caribbean day parade going on and I thought that it might be fun. We could have some Jamaican food for lunch and check out the different booths and performers.”

I nodded my head and went to the bedroom to get ready. I wasn’t happy that he had to go but I was going to enjoy the time that we were going to have together. I looked through the bag of clothes that Breeze brought for me and wondered if Lust wanted to or liked to see me in my new sexy attire.

“What do you think?” I asked turning around in an all-black number that Breeze brought with the back out.

“Um, that’s nice but maybe you can try this on.” Lust walked over to where two shopping bags were and picked them up.

“You got me a gift?” I asked, eyes damn near gleaming with excitement.

“Yeah, I didn’t know what your wardrobe was like and this is really a dress down kind of thing. I just wanted you to kind of fit in with everyone there. It’s still sexy but just not with everything showing.”

I didn’t know if I should feel offended or be thankful. I just knew that in the future, I would have to show him that I was not a one trick pony. Shit, he didn’t know me for too long so he shouldn’t just think that I dressed like a whore all of the time.

“When did you have time to buy this?” I asked as I pulled out the contents of the bag.

“While I was driving back here I saw the flyer in my car and thought that we should go. Then I thought about the number you had on last night and I thought, let me stop and pick her up a little something.”

He said this all while laughing but it wasn’t funny to me. I already had one guy trying to change me, I didn’t need two.

“You know what’s funny, the clothes that I had on is what attracted you to me, yet you don’t want to be seen out in public because of how I dress.”

“It’s not that at all, I just didn’t want to be over dressed for where we were going. Trust me; Caribbean girls are not shy when it comes to showing skin.”

“Whatever, I just wish that people would stop trying to change me. That shit is getting pretty old.”

“I’m not trying to fucking change you, goddamn. You just can’t wear that shit anytime you want Jasmine. If Breeze brought you that shit the least he could have done was explain THAT to you.”

He was pissed and I was at fault. I just couldn’t help it, I felt like I was being pulled at both ends.

“Look, you don’t have to wear the shit if you don’t want. I was just trying to be nice; I wasn’t trying to hurt your feelings.”

“It’s cool, I’ll try it on,” I said picking the clothes up and heading to my room. I was starting to regret my outburst and hoped that he could overlook it. In all actuality, what he bought wasn’t that bad. The more I looked at myself in the really short jeans shorts and cutoff shirt, the more I liked it. It wasn’t the skanky clothes that Breeze adorned me with, yet I felt sexy and womanly.

“Okay, I’m ready to go,” I said while picking up my purse and keys.

“Are we taking your car or mine?”

“We can ride in mine,” he answered, and then we left.

*****

We rode in semi silence with me only speaking when spoken to. I held in the contentment and joy that I felt. It made me feel almost normal to be out on a date. It also reminded me of the old days when I would just agree to go out with a guy just to get away from my mom.

“Why are you so quiet all of the sudden?” Lust ripped me away from my thoughts with his question.

“Just thinking about last night, I really had a good time,” I lied, while telling the truth. I put my hand on his thigh and gave it a light squeeze.

“You are fucking crazy, you know that?” Lust was joking when he said that but there was some truth to it.

“Well, a little crazy is okay sometimes.”

“And that’s the fucked up part about it, Jazzy, your craziness is what draws me to you. It makes things kinda fun and I’m sure it will keep me on my toes.”

He reached over and ran his finger through my hair and down to my neck, his hand sent the same chill down my spine as the first time he touched me. For the rest of the ride, we kept our hands on each other. Not sexually but in an affectionate manner. We felt to each other like lovers that still had the same heat between them, and that fire seemed to still burn with lust. I wanted him on top of me and inside of me as soon as possible.

The Caribbean festival was amazing. The food was on point, the performers rocked the stage and the people were mellow. Lust and I had a blast buying art, handmade jewelry, and enjoying music. We walked, ate, and danced as if we were the only two people there. We were never more than one foot away from each other. The heat was felt from more than the weather. We had gotten there at 3:00p.m., and by 7:00PM that night, I was ready to fuck his brains out, but he wanted to stay and see the last performer. The old school reggae singer cooed like a sweet humming bird as our bodies tried to become one. We slow danced and whined to the sound and words of the music.

“I wish you would stay longer, but just like magic you were gone.”

The performer sung and as our bodies intertwined, I felt the words in my soul. I held on to him as if I were losing him that very moment. When our lips met, they went deeper than the touch on the surface. I inhaled everything about him, his scent, his touch, and his love. I felt safe in his arms, I felt wanted, I felt needed, and I felt the affection he had for me. And as the rain started to pour, we and a lot of other people kept dancing. We figured that if the people on stage could endure the rain then so could we. The mood of the day shadowed us as the sun went down and nightfall graced us with its darkness. We sipped on the Jamaican rum chasers as rain drops dripped in our cups, making the strong liquor easier to get down. Once done with mine, I turned around and faced him. I slow whined my hips into him and leaned in to taste his lips again. After a minute of that, I was really ready to go. I took his hand and pulled him toward the car. Once in I jumped out of my seat and straddled him. I kissed his lips and pulled off his wet shirt before pulling my own off. I licked his rain soaked neck as I tried to unbutton his jeans.

“Hold up, Jasmine, there are too many people out here. I’ll drive home as fast as possible, trust me,” he said while flashing his seductive smile. I reluctantly went back to my seat and crossed my legs to stop the pulsating storm that was brewing between my legs.

“You really want what you want when you want it, huh?” he asked while rubbing my left nipple through my bra. He was teasing and I wasn’t going to take it lying down.

“Yeah, I like to have things my way, and to tell you the truth, I usually do.”

I reached over to him as he drove and unbuttoned his pants before he could stop me. I reached in and pulled out his rock hard dick and it brought a smile to my face. It was big, brown, and gorgeous.

“Looks like I wasn’t the only one who was ready to get it in.”

“What can I say baby, I may be able to lie but he’s never really had a good poker face,” Lust said speaking of his male parts.

I rubbed Mr. {not so} Mini Chocolate Bar and I was surprise to see that even though I was happy with its size before, it was a mistake to think that it couldn’t get any bigger. I wanted to taste him and I wasn’t going to wait.

“Whoa, what are you doing Jazzy, you gonna fuck around and make me crash.”

“Don’t do that, I wouldn’t want to be found with a dick in my mouth, know what I mean?”

We laughed as I covered the head of his dick with my lips. This wasn’t something that I loved to do, but with him it brought me great pleasure. I loved how he started to fuck my mouth the better it got for him, and when we pulled into my parking lot he was ready for the goodies. He damn near pushed me out of his Navigator, and we hurried to my door while touching and kissing each other. He stood behind me playing with my nipples and kissing my neck as I stumbled with the keys and couldn’t get it in the door.

“It’s a good thing that you’re not the one who has to find the hole,” he said as we let the alcohol’s effect take over us. While I tiptoed on the drunken border, Lust was only tipsy. Once inside of my living room, I started to undress and give out orders.

“Put on that Gregory Isaacs CD that you just got.”

On my way to the bedroom, I heard the sweet sounds of Gregory Isaacs singing his sweet love song.

“
Tell her try her best just to make it quick, woman tend to the sick. 'Cause there must be something she can do, this heart is broken in two. Tell her it a case of emergency; it’s a patient by the name of Gregory. NIGHT NURSE.

The music took us both back to the festival and we picked up right where we left off. He must have kissed me from my head to my toes. He left nothing unattended to. He made pure love to me. When I got on top of him, I made sure to keep my eyes locked on his. I watched everything that he wanted to say flash through his eyes. We came together and sounded like wild beaches as our bodies trembled and shook violently. We both were pleased beyond any words could express. I lay beside him drenched in our sweet love sweat and I could no longer keep in what was on my mind.

“Why can’t you stay?”

“Here, with you or in Cali?”

“Whichever one, it doesn’t matter, you pick.”

“Well, I only really come down here to work, Jazz, this is not my home.”

“Why can’t it be? I just want to spend more time with you, is that too much to ask?”

He didn’t have the answer that I was looking for. There were things that he would have to tell me but he just didn’t think that it was the right time. Yes, we had only known each other for a few days but he was kind of feeling the same way I was. He would have loved to stay but he had other responsibility that he just couldn’t turn his back on.

“How about if I extend my trip a few more days? I’ll be back to see you soon and make it a longer trip. Maybe by then we can talk and figure something out.”

I wasn’t going to push the issue, he promised to stay a few days longer than planned and I was just going to have to take that deal.

“Fine, but don’t make me wait too long to see you again, I won’t be able to go too long without LUSTING.”

We took a shower together and he gave me another round of back breaking sex. We slept like babies that night, well, until someone tried to damn near kicked my door in at 3:00AM that morning.

*****

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I asked Breeze as he pushed past me.

“Where have you been? I’ve been calling and you haven’t picked up, and that’s not like you so I got worried,” he lied as he looked around my apartment.

“How did you know where I live?”

“I looked it up from your file. Are you here alone?” he asked although he already knew the answer to that. Unbeknownst to me, he was outside of my house ever since I came from the festival. It took everything in him not to jump out of his car and question Lust and me about out whereabouts.

“That’s none of your business, and didn’t I tell you not to contact me unless it was about work.”

Breeze was blown away by my new attitude. He thought that I was wrapped around his little finger. He just knew that he had me where he wanted me and to him it was because of someone new. He knew it was Lust’s fault and he blamed him for the change in me.

“What’s going on out here? Are you okay, Jasmine?” Lust appeared in the doorway of my bedroom with squinted eyes and no shirt.

“Yeah, it’s cool, Breeze just stopped by to check on me.”