Shelley smiled despite herself, when she heard him. She rolled over on her tummy and propped up on her elbow. She snickered and blushed in the dark. Once again, he had gained her attention from a distance.
"Great, you pulled the worst scheme in the book and he still calling On the one hand, this could be an epic love story that is so beautiful that it transcends time and space. On the other hand, it could be real life shit. Sweet like pineapple.. that …is a good one." She thought.
Shelley laid the phone on her pillow and closed her eyes. It had been a long weekend. Shelley decided that she needed to rest and forget him for a while. Five minutes later, she found that she had not thought of anything else.
She inhaled deeply and shivered. The scent of him lingered in her sheets. Her lips swelled between her thighs almost instantly. Shelly recalled the feel of his tongue on her wet pussy and exhaled. To her, the memory felt almost as good as the real thing.
"Damn and that shaft felt hard as a baseball bat between my thighs." She whispered.
Her cell phone vibrated on her pillow. Shelley flipped it over and looked at the screen. She saw Ed's number and smiled. Shelley pushed the accept button and listened.
"What you doing, did I wake you?" Ed asked.
"No, I was just laying here thinking." Shelley said.
"Then why you tell me to go home" I apologized. Did you get my messages? It's whatever you want it to be."
"Yeah, I heard them."
"So what do think? Is it over already or can I get another crack making you happy?"
"While you asking me all these questions let me ask you one. Why are you trying to stay after everything that has happened? "
"You really tried that question? Okay, answer this one question for me and I won't ask anything else, for the moment. Why not? You are apparently low-key freaky like me, you're smart, seductive, and you seem to have a good head on your shoulders. I mean I see the logic about the condom and all. I should be thanking you. I cannot be mad about it. I got caught up in the heat of the moment too."
Shelley held the phone tighter. Her heart began to pound. Shelly closed her eyes tightly, before she sighed. Then she pulled the phone close to her face.
The scent of him hung in the air still. His voice sent chills down her spine. He was attractive to her and besides he was right about the freak part. She hesitated.
"Look, you calling out the wrong part of me to begin with. I tried to get you to gone on about your business, love is hard. You want love. I can see right through you, okay? I don't want you to get your sweet poetic feelings hurt when I fuck you and keep it moving. "Shelley said.
"So you just were going to keep using anger as a petty defense mechanism rather than deal with me straight up huh? How do you know I didn't just want to fuck and I was perfectly okay with giving you a night of pleasure and getting the hell out? Damn, you could have let me spend the night, now come on. I mean the silk scarves were a little different for me, what though, it's whatever. It started sexual but it could turn into love right? What's your beef with love anyway, what I ain't good enough for you?" He replied.
"This conversation has started to make me a little uncomfortable. Hey, check this out; I need a little room to breathe right now. I know it's getting late, but let me run out and grab a Coke. It it okay to call you back?"
Shelley hung up abruptly. She stood up, reached for the ceiling fan, and then pulled the switch. She heard a soft click when the blades began to swirl slowly into motion. A soft breeze wafted down on her while the dim light glowed around her.
She walked over to her dresser and opened a drawer. Shelley rummaged through the dresser until she managed to find a comfortable out fit to slip on. She settled on a short black sequined corset with chiffon ruffles and a pair of skinny jeans. Shelley pulled her clothes on quickly.
It took her a few moments to decide which boots to wear. She opted for a black pair of latex spiked risers with a five-inch heel. Shelley put them on and twirled around to the mirror to look her over. What it reflected did not fit her mood, at that moment.
Shelley ran her hand through her puffy curls and looked around the room thoughtfully. She spotted her wig rack and smiled. She slowly walked over to it. Her hand landed on a short, blond wig right away. Shelley fluffed it with her fingers.
She took it, laid it on the dresser, and began to braid her hair into a large plat. She scrunched her nose, while she tucked her braid under and picked up the wig. Shelley put it on and styled it with her hands. She looked in the mirror once more and posed. A sly smile spread across her face and she liked what she saw.
Shelley grabbed her car keys, purse, and cell phone and headed towards the door. She looked around before she sprinted out the door. The crisp midnight air felt good on to her when she stepped on the porch. She balanced her heavy bottom while she walked down the stairs to her vehicle.
© Inakat 2016