Shelley stood up and huffed. The coffee house meeting was a pure accident. She had not come to meet anyone. Now, this person was taking a seat in her already full plate of thoughts.
Kyrie gathered her things from taking notes and pulled her shoulder wrap around her arms. Shelley stifled a yawned and waited. She was notorious for not being a morning person, but for Kyrie, she had jumped out of bed, showered and left home with little preparation. The women headed for the door when the host interrupted them.
"I would like to take a moment to welcome the new faces in the crowd and extend an invitation to join us again next time. Would you ladies mind introducing yourselves and tell us a little about what you are working on?" The host asked.
Kyrie smiled sweetly and glanced around the room. She shrugged her shoulders and walked towards the front of the room. Kyrie was the social butterfly, of the two of them. Shelley raised an eyebrow and wrinkled her forehead. She waited while Kyrie went to the floor and spoke.
For the second time, Shelley zoned out. She felt a little uncomfortable, but did not sit down. She was ready to go and had not planned to speak to anyone further than common courtesy, which she had done already. Shelley hoped Kyrie spoke quickly.
However, as luck would have it, that would not happen. Kyrie thoroughly enjoyed the attention of the spotlight. Meanwhile, Shelly decided it would be more fun to flash a bare breast at Mr. Unknown Coffee and watch him spew his next sip everywhere. A naughty smile crept across her face.
That same smile was on her face when Kyrie waved for her to come up. Shelley pouted and shook her head no. Kyrie put her hand on her hip and rolled her eyes. Shelley narrowed her eyes and glared at her. If anyone in the room knew that she had a habit of actually speaking her mind, it was Kyrie. Since Kyrie had already peeped where Shelley thoughts had ventured off to, she was double annoyed.
"I hate her right now. I ought to embarrass the hell out of both of us and tell this person I thought it would be a good idea to lick me instead of that coffee cup. I will not, but it is tempting." Shelley thought.
Finally, Shelley spoke from where she stood.
"Hello everyone, my name is Shelley. I write under a pen name, and I do spoken word. My preferred genre is Erotica, but I think I can write about anything. I think I heard someone mention extrovert and introvert tendencies. I am not an introvert. I just carefully select when I say something, hope it is not offensive. I find this entirely conservative theme here a little different from what I normally do. Thank you for your invitation. I may return because you can learn from any genre." Shelley said.
Everyone looked perplexed and turned their head back to Kyrie. Kyrie shrugged her shoulders again. She was aware that regardless of what else they asked, Shelley had done all that she was going to do. Shelley folded her arms in defiance and mouthed, "Let's go" to Kyrie.
Shelley turned and took a step toward the exit. The host had taken the floor again. Shelley felt her spine stiffen. Her ears were burning.
"Thank you both for coming out! I would like you to exchange information with the Director of Public Relations before you go, if you don't mind." the host said.
Shelley grimaced. She struggled and forced a weak smile. She shoved her hand in her purse and rummaged for a business card. When she, at last, found one and looked up, Mr. Unknown Coffee stood in front her with his hand extended.
"Oh damn, not him," Shelley mumbled.
She immediately noticed that he was calm, cool, and collected. His confident demeanor unnerved an already flustered Shelley. He was thick, dark, seductive, and smelled delicious up close. He was too damn close to her. Shelley passed the card with unsteady fingers. Their hands touched.
"Thank you, here's mine. I write as well. I hope that you take a minute and check some of it out." He drawled effortlessly.
"Yeah well, my number is on this card. I hope you call after 10:00 p.m., see how quick I throw that pillow on the floor, and make room for your sexy ass. Now back up. Please move, since something about you is causing me to have to struggle with my self-control right now. I promise I feel like letting you touch stuff that I am stingy with, and I do not even know your name. So, before you wake and need breakfast to get your energy back up for round two, go away." Shelley thought.
Mr. Unknown Coffee drinker had taken the card, glanced at it, and slid it in his pocket. Shelley held her breath. He had not moved yet. Kyrie walked up and extended her card too. Shelley looked up and locked eyes with him, at that moment.
Shelley's heart began to race. She briefly wondered if he could hear it. Something in her melted. Whatever it was, she was fully aware that it was beyond her mere sexual flirtations of the past.
Time slowed to eternity when Shelley felt him embrace her in a friendly hug. A current flowed through her under his touch. She slowly returned the gesture. She became aware that she had clenched the fabric of his clothes in her hands and reluctantly let go.
"Who the hell are you? You cannot just walk up and have me acting all goofy. You just walked up into my arms like what. Mannn…I swear. If you ever do that again, I might not be able to let go. I do not know what you think you are doing, but you are messing with a part of my soul right now. I am reasonably sure of absolutely nothing except that you look so kissable right now. Damn." Shelley thought.
"I'll make sure that I take a moment when I get home and visit your site," Shelley said.
Shelley could already feel the soft tip of his tongue parting her swollen lips in her contemplations. She just instinctively knew he would never need instructions on how to please her. Her love button strained against her flimsy panties. His confidence level spoke volumes to her through his eyes.
"I can give orgasm a whole new meaning for you, for both us, if you dare to let me. You can play that shy shit if you want. Nevertheless, I AM going taste you and then stroke that pussy into submission. Let me take you there, to the world where dreams cum true. I will see you there, though. You know that place where intellectuals get wet and fall in love. "She read on his face.