CHERRY BLOSSOMS // Revised // Cherry Blossoms // 1.5

When he got back down, he found Nia sitting with her long legs up on the couch, using the remote to scroll through Netflix. He slipped into the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee. He was going to be up late tonight, catching up on drawing some trains.

“Here, babe,” he said, bringing the popcorn into the family room to the couch where Nia sat.

She leaned forward to let him slip in behind her, and he stuck a leg next to her along the back of the couch. She eased back on his chest, in the ‘v’ of his legs, with the bowl in her lap. Geoff put his coffee on the side table and looped his arms around her, breathing in her warmth and her shampoo smell. “How was that bath?”

“I feel pretty good. Too bad you didn’t join me.”

“That fucking Odele,” he joked.

“Kids ruin everything,” she agreed, laughing.

“Why’d we have one?”

“Well, she has good qualities too.”

“I suppose. She is kinda awesome.”

“She is awesome, isn’t she?”

“Except she won’t give me half an hour in the bath with the sexiest woman in the world.”

“Me?”

“You didn’t know?” he said and his hugging arms dropped till his right hand cupped her breast through her shirt. He found her nipple and played with it between thumb and forefinger. His other hand caressed her long neck. Nia’s body loosened, melting against him. Shit, he was going to get lucky again tonight.

“Geoff, I really feel like our marriage changed last night,” she whispered.

“Me too, Nia.”

“We were always open but now it’s like there’s nothing hanging.”

“I love you more than ever.”

“Just took a little honesty,” she sighed.

“It did.” He whispered into her ear, “I’m willing to be more adventurous, Nia.”

“Adventurous how?”

“I don’t know.” He knew, but he also didn’t, too.

“Tell me. The whole point of our epiphany was to be more open and communicate.”

“Epiphany?”

“Everything we said the other night. How it made us feel.”

“I do feel so good.”

“Me too. I feel amazing. You know, you’ve always been so respectful to me. I already know you respect me. Sometimes it’s okay to let go.” She took his hand, and brought it down her tummy and up under her shirt, back to her breast. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and he felt how warm and soft she was. Her nipple had tightened hard, taken a plump and aroused shape, the tip swollen into a firm, but yielding bud. “Tell me how you’ll be more adventurous.”

He didn’t know. He was blank. He had no idea what would turn this she-devil on. Boom. There he was again, transported back to that night, wow, twelve years ago, when he first made love to the girl of his dreams.

He should have been rock hard, but he wasn’t. His dick was so scared that night, scared of being considered inadequate, that its knees shook with stage fright. Nia said nothing. She held it, stroked it, got it to where he could put it in her and then once they started, he hardened up inside her. Even so, his first time with Nia was fraught with a fear of inadequacy. Geoff Kane was a nice guy. Never an asshole. Always treated women with respect. He knew this raven-haired object of desire was used to men who didn’t give a fuck. Muscular guys who got in fights and argued and treated their girls with disdain.

He was just as frozen tonight.

But guess what? Tonight it was safe. This was his wife, and she loved him. Maybe he could just enjoy that thrill. That situational time machine was taking him back to the night fate gave him a gift he didn’t deserve. The night Nia kissed him. Kissed her good friend Geoff, and they ended up in bed together. He smiled into her hair and squeezed her. He laughed out loud.

“What’s so funny?” she said.

“Why did you marry me?”

“Geoff. Because I loved you. I love you like crazy, I mean it.”

“I wasn’t your type.”

“No, but it was time for me to settle down.”

“You settled for me?”

“No, baby. You were good for me. I was wild, and I was with people who didn’t respect me. You were there the whole time. Once I realized it, I had to have you. I mean it, Geoff.”

“Do you have . . . untamed passions?”

“Is that a soap opera? Do you mean, like, do I have the DVD set or something?”

“You know what I mean, stop it.”

“I don’t know, Geoff. What you did to me last night woke something up. I want more of that.”

“What do you want me to do to you?”

“I don’t want to tell you. I want a man who doesn’t need to be told. Who does it and does it right.”

He clamped up tight again, his stomach crippled with a real and fierce pain. She wants a man like that? Geoff J. Kane was not the man who knew what women wanted and did it without asking.

He held her breast and coddled it, moved over to the other and did the same, fine-tuned her nipple until it sat up pert as the other. Nia didn’t want some guy who was good at playing with nipples though, did she?

He whispered, “You know what I remember vividly, but I forgot all about until this afternoon?”

“What?”

“How excited I would get seeing you for coffee on a Sunday morning. I would be vibrating with angst, so worried about what you were going to tell me about your weekend, but at the same time just bubbling over, like, I couldn’t wait to be with you. Even if it meant hearing about your dates.”

“I know that.”

“I forgot the feeling, though, Nia. God, I can’t explain it to you. It was so intense.”

“You’re telling me you liked that?”

“No. But, yeah.”

“Tell me,” she sighed, “tell me what you thought.” She wriggled her back against him. He could tell she was smiling.

“I wanted to be a guy that you would date, but I knew I wasn’t. I was happy for you, because every time you started something new you were so excited . . . but I wanted you to want me—boring old me—and I hoped for the best for you because I cared about you.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I was scared that I wasn’t good enough.”

“You let me fuck other men for two years, and the whole time you wanted me, didn’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“How could you, Geoff? Why wouldn’t you step up and grab my shoulders and kiss me?”

“I thought I wasn’t good enough.”

“All you had to do, Geoff, was prove to me those feelings. I would have fallen for you.”

“I was scared.”

“Scared enough that you let other men take me?”

“Yeah.”

“Geoff. You have to take what you want.” She took his hand again, and she led it across her warm stomach and he knew where it was going. She pushed it under the wide drawstring waistband of her black sweatpants and through her silky folds. She wasn’t wearing underwear.

“You’re wet, Nia.”

“I am,” she laughed. “Tell me what you want to do to me, Geoff.”

“I want to fuck you so bad.”

“I know, but how.”

“Like, from behind?”

“Talk dirty to me, Geoff,” she sighed.

“Tell me what you want to hear.”

She said, “Tell me what you want.”

“You talk dirty to me first. Tell me . . . did you like it when I called you a whore?”

“No, Geoff, no . . . I did, but it wasn’t the word, it was the passion, the honesty. Be real with me.”

His hand played through her tiny vagina. He stroked through those damp folds, heard the crackle of her wet flesh now. He found her clit with his fingertip and he rolled it around, pushed it through her own hot sex, felt it begin to swell. “Tell me your best fuck.”

She said, “Really?” He could feel her bristle.

“Dino?”

“Yeah. I told you.”

“Tell me what was the hottest fuck ever.”

She turned her head to him, showed him her smiling profile. “Okay, now you’re getting me,” she laughed. “That’s real, isn’t it? Thats what you want to hear.”

He whispered, “Feel,” and he led her hand to twist behind her and put it between his legs, giving her his aching erection.

“Shit, that’s like steel, Geoff.”

“Tell me your hottest fuck ever.”

She turned herself around and she got to her knees between his legs and shimmied his sweatpants down, and his cock wagged stiffly in front of her. He was so fucking hard right now. She was okay with this, okay with his bizarre thoughts. She looked down the hall, saw it was clear, then whisked the curtain over the window behind the couch. The neighbors were close, and this young married couple was about to get down.

He smiled and bit his lip, watched Nia as she stood before him, face bright and happy. She slipped her pants down and stepped out of them, threw her T-shirt off over her head, and stood before him naked now. A perfect black woman-shape with long legs and pert breasts, rimmed with white light from the TV, catching the outline of her shape even between her legs, the curve of an ass cheek, the soft edge of her mound. Nia grabbed a wool blanket off the arm of the couch down at his feet and he watched that beautiful body of hers work. She came to him, wrapped herself with the blanket, and got on her knees again between his legs.

“You want me to tell you a story?” she asked, a devious smile on her face. Her fingers touched his upright, throbbing hardness. She went up and down it, her touch like a feather.

“Mm, ah yeah, oh God, yeah,” he gasped.

“I like it, Geoff. I like it. Okay, yeah, listen, the hottest? Mm, oh, you feel good,” she laughed. She scratched along his neck with her other hand and across his chest, and looked in his eyes while she climbed up his lap and got herself over his hips. She kissed him and she never felt more wonderful, more loving. More sexual. She worked his tip into her heat and slowly slid down his shaft until he was inside her. He lay back so he could give her his length and she could have something to work with. She fucked him. She was smiling, not friendly and fun-loving, but aroused and mean. Her eyes glistened with wet. They were glazed, lost in passion. This was working.

“Tell me,” he said.

“Mm, he took me once...right in front of his friends.”

“Oh, Nia,” he groaned, maybe not sure he liked where this story was going. But he wanted to hear it, no matter how bad it got.

“Yeah, they were sleeping . . . or, ah, passed out but the . . . whole time I fantasized they were . . . ah, watching, that they could see us and it . . . drove me crazy.”

“Tell me how it happened, Nia,” he whispered.

Her eyes were closed, picturing it while she fucked her nice husband. “Party at his house. Late. Mm, ah, he just threw me down on a couch, like you did last night, and he, ah, fucked me from behind. I was right next to a guy and a girl . . . on the couch. They were rocking back and forth with how hard he was fucking me, Geoff.”

“Oh fuck, Nia.”

Geoff watched her move, watched as she clenched her eyes and her mind went back to this erotic secret time in her past. It was like Geoff was learning more about her. He thought he knew everything, but there were secrets, and he wanted them for himself. He wanted to have every part of her, even the darkest bits she thought she could never share.

“I came, like, t-twice . . . right in front of them. There were more people too, on the floor, on a chair. Ah-all angles watching me get fucked by my big dick, mm, boyfriend . . . I fucking loved it.”

Her face had clenched, her own tale turning her on until it looked like she was going to come already. Her breasts swayed, her tummy flexed, she had both fists clasped against his chest and her pussy sucked on his hardness. “Oh God, Nia, you’re so fucking hot. Are you lying?”

She laughed and came down to kiss him. “No, I’m not. Why? You really like what you hear, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Oh fuck, Geoff, that’s hot.”

“Were you naked?”

“No, he pulled my skirt up and my shirt was open.”

“Your tits hanging out, swinging?”

“Yes-ss, yeah, oh yeah.”

“His balls swinging?”

“Geoff!” she yelped, her mouth spreading to a white-toothed gleaming smile. Her eyes were still clenched, her head pulled back now. Her hair shook around her while she fucked him.

“Tell me.”

“Probably.”

“Did he come?”

“Yeah, yeah, I sucked him.”

“Did he come in your mouth?”

“No—”

“Did he come in your face?” he grunted.

“Ge-off, oh my God, I’m your wife.”

“You’re my dirty wife, aren’t you?”

She growled, “I’m your dirty cock-loving wife.”

“Did he ever come in your face?”

“Yes-ss.”

“Did you like it?”

“Sometimes, yeah. Oh, grab my tits, Geoff,” she gasped, and she took his hands up and put them on her breasts. She ran them in circles over herself while she rode him. Her chin pointed to the ceiling and her back arched. He watched her tight belly flex and wriggle as she gobbled his cock up. Her beautiful hair swayed with her bouncing. “He came on my face, right in front of all those people.”

“Ah, that’s so fucking dirty,” he hissed, eyes squinted, watching her work on him. This was true. What she was saying was true, and it turned her on. Geoff loved her so much and he wanted in, wanted in to her thoughts and her darkness.

“He took me the way he wanted, Geoff. He’s a real fucking man.”

That stabbed him so hard he folded up. God, she knew the difference, knew he wasn’t a man like her other lovers. “Then did you . . . see me the next day?”

“Yeah, I did. We met for c-coffee.”

“That’s so hot.”

“It is, isn’t it?” she cried.

He pulled her down to him, pulled her so he could get in her ear. He laced his fingers through her hair and his other hand clenched her ass, held her rigid. His hips went into overdrive, and he fucked her hard. He pounded his wife and heard her gasping in his ear. He’d tightened every muscle in his body so he could show her what he was made of. “You were talking to your husband. The morning . . . uh . . . after the best, ah sex you ever had.”

“Oh, Geoff!”

“You had another man’s come in you or on you, your pussy stretched by his big cock, sitting and having a Starbucks with the man you were going to marry.”

“I’m such a slut,” she squeaked into his ear.

“You dirty pig, you’re such a fucking whore,” he hissed. “Take this cock, take it.”

“Ah, it’s not big enough.”

“Oh Nia, ah, I’m going to come.”

“Me, ah, fuck, mm-me too.” Her hands clenched his chest, her nails digging into him like cat claws.

“You need, ah, a big one.”

“Mm, fuck yess.”

“Oh, fuck me-ee, Ni-ia,” he gurgled into her hair as he launched his seed into her. He shot stream after stream up inside her. Nia was coming too. He could feel it in the way she clamped on his cock, grabbed his skin with her nails, and the tremble of her muscles under his touch. They were coming together.

“Oh-ohhh, oh, Geoff,” she whispered as she rode it out.

He slowed his stroke and just enjoyed the feel of her on him. Her pussy squeezed and grabbed him until he fell out. His head went back into the cushion, light-headed and distant, like he was floating. That was so dirty.

“Oh, wow, oh, Geoff. Okay?” she whispered down into his collar.

“Yeah, you okay?”

“Mm, yeah, baby.”

She worked her hips up his body a little, his seed dripping out of her, hot wet splashes on his belly. “That was so fucking hot, Nia.”

She raised up, and he saw her face, saw it sleepy and content, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wet and tearing. “Oh, it was. Yeah, it was,” she gasped.

“It wasn’t too weird?”

She closed her eyes, her mouth hung open as she gulped for breaths, her bare chest heaving in the open blanket over her shoulders. “A little weird, I guess, but it sure . . . sure turned me on.”