Chapter V: Crossing A Line
Friday Night, May 8th, 10:47 p.m.
Erica and Darren had just left their dinner date at The Grillroom Chophouse & Wine Bar and were headed toward Refuge Live. Darren had told her about his plans for the date and she was quite impressed that Darren had done his research on the places. She knew he wanted to impress her and show her a good time. He seemed to be a great guy. He had a lot of interests and he was very intelligent. He had told her about his stint in the County Jail but Erica wasn’t shallow: as long as he hadn’t killed anyone or abused a child, she could overlook his small drug stint. She understood that he was young and impressionable and wanted to fit in with his surroundings. In a way, to her, it added a little bit of excitement to him.
Darren had driven his Escalade and his seats were black soft leather. Erica snuggled comfortably in the seat after Darren had opened the door for her and took her by the hand to help her inside. She could feel Darren’s eyes on her ass and she giggled to herself. Men love tits and asses don’t they, Erica thought to herself.
Dinner had been great: Erica decided to eat light this time since she’d had the prime rib earlier in the day, so she ordered the N’awlins seafood gumbo with a sparkling water. Darren went all out with his order: a butcher-block pork chop. He declined to order a drink since they’d be ordering drinks at the club. They got to know each other even more. The more Erica looked at him, the more attracted she became to him. She had to keep reminding herself that he was off-limits and that she didn’t want a relationship with anyone, but her sexual side was telling her different. It had been three years since she’d been held by a man, kissed by a man, made love to by a man. However, she didn’t want to hop in the sack with any guy just because she was feeling sexually frustrated. They spent the night talking about future plans, their families, their friends and their early years.
When they pulled up to the club, Erica noticed that the line was pretty light. She was grateful for that, being that she was wearing high heels and didn’t want to stand on line for a long period of time. Darren turned the truck off and looked directly into her eyes.
“I had a good time tonight,” he told her.
“So did I,” Erica said, looking back at him directly. Her body began to tingle and she willed the feeling away.
“You think we could do this again soon?”
“I’d love to. You’re a lot of fun. I can see us hanging out from time to time,” Erica said. She had wanted to spend more time with Darren but she didn’t want to give him the wrong idea.
“Good. Now let’s go in here and show these people what sexy people look like,” Darren laughed. Erica giggled and waited for him to open the passenger door. Darren walked over to the passenger side and opened her door. Erica made sure that she exited the car with her legs as close together as possible; she didn’t want him to steal a peek between her legs. Darren had been looking at her in a sensual way the entire night but he tried to play it off by looking away or pretending to look at something or someone else. They walked into the line and as they were standing there, three guys came by and all of them had their eyes on Erica. She turned away and looked toward the front of the line. She felt Darren’s hand on the small of her back and she relaxed. They walked toward the front and Darren paid for their cover charge and they walked inside the club.
They made their way inside and Erica spotted an empty booth.
“Here’s a booth, let’s sit over here,” she told Darren.
“Cool,” Darren replied, following her to the booth. She sat down and placed her hands in her lap. She looked into Darren’s eyes and felt that tingle again.
“Would you like a drink?” Darren asked.
“Okay,” Erica replied. Darren signaled the barmaid. The barmaid came over to the table wearing the skimpiest cocktail waitress outfit that Erica had ever seen. She looked at Darren and asked him a husky sexy voice, “What can I get for you handsome?” She glanced quickly at Erica and turned her attention back on Darren.
“What will you have baby?” Darren asked Erica. Erica noticed that the barmaid frowned and she was fiercely glad.
“Hey, can you let me pay this time? You’ve been so nice about everything; let this be my treat,” Erica smiled, reaching over and touching his hand. She did this for two reasons: to piss the barmaid off and to finally get a chance to touch Darren briefly. She saw Darren’s eyes light up and the barmaid’s eyes flicker with jealousy.
“You sure?” Darren asked.
“A bottle of Patron please,” Erica smiled a fake smile. The barmaid rolled her eyes at her and walked away. Erica laughed out loud. “Someone seems a bit miffed huh?”
“You are so bad,” Darren said. “You know that chick was flirting with me.”
“But were you interested?” Erica asked, not realizing that she was still holding on to Darren’s hand. Darren squeezed her hand and rubbed her fingers.
“Why would I be interested in someone like her when I have a real woman like you as my date?” Darren winked at her and smiled. Erica blushed and looked down at the table. The barmaid returned with the bottle.
“Here’s your drink…ma’am,” the barmaid said, plopping the bottle of Patron on the table.
“Is there a problem?” Erica asked.
“Excuse me?” the barmaid replied.
“I said, is there a problem? You seem to have a problem with me. You must remember that your customers are the ones who keep this place open and in turn, keep a paycheck in your pocket. Therefore, you need to be polite and courteous to all of your customers. That is, unless you would like me to speak to management.” Erica smirked and Darren was truly impressed.
“There is no problem,” the barmaid said, realizing she had been defeated. “Enjoy your night.”
“Thank you, we will,” Erica said, plastering a smile on her face. When the barmaid walked away, Darren burst out laughing.
“Damn, Little E! I didn’t know you had it in you!”
“You must not know where I’m from: East Coast baby!” They both laughed and Darren opened the bottle and poured them a drink. They drank at least 3 glasses and Erica was feeling lovely…and sensual. The DJ put on the new Janet Jackson song “Dammn Baby” and it was as if a dancing spirit entered Erica’s body.
“Do you dance?” she asked.
“Sometimes…what, you feel like dancing?”
“Yeah…let’s go,” Erica said, sliding out of the booth and standing in front of him. She extended her hand and Darren took it. They walked out onto the dance floor which wasn’t nearly as packed as they thought it would be. The jazz performer would be coming out later on that night so for now, the club wanted the crowd to be hyped. Erica strutted out to the dance floor with Darren following close behind her. She started shaking her hips to the music as she stood in front of Darren. She looked deep into his eyes and all of a sudden, she felt very sensual. Here was this handsome, chocolate-complexioned man standing in front of her, looking as if he wanted to devour her at any moment. Erica knew it was the liquor that was making her feel some type of way but at that moment, she didn’t care. She didn’t care that she had vowed not to let a man inside her life, didn’t care that this man was “off limits” being that he was Bianca’s brother-in-law, didn’t care that her panties were getting moist. Suddenly she turned around and her back was facing him. She continued dancing in front of him and all of a sudden, she felt his hands on her hips. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as she tingled under his touch. Even though she was fully clothed, she felt as if she could feel his hands on her skin. She pushed her ass toward his crotch and that’s when she felt it: his manhood.
Darren couldn’t believe what was happening in front of him on the dance floor. He was enjoying himself enough dancing with Erica: inhaling her scent, feeling her body close to his. Then out of the blue, she turned around and her ass was close to his dick. Out of instinct, he grabbed her hips and she began swaying under his hands. Even through her clothes, she felt soft to the touch. He kept hoping that she’d turn around and take a look at him. Suddenly, she pushed her ass into his groin and his dick came to life immediately. He was thankful that the dance floor was dimly lit or else the other patrons would have seen him standing at full attention. Erica turned her head to look back at him and her eyes took on a sensual twinkle. Darren looked down at her and bit his lip, winking at her. He slid his hands around her waist and his breathing became short but heavy. He knew at that moment he wanted her. He wasn’t sure how she felt about him but he desperately wanted to find out. He watched her from above, marveling at her perky breasts bouncing as she danced. He pressed his fingertips into her hips even more and Erica turned her head to look at him once more. Darren was sure that she was feeling the same thing he felt. The song ended and Erica stopped dancing.
“Wow…I haven’t danced that hard in years,” Erica said, turning her entire body to face him. It’s funny that she used the word hard, Darren thought to himself, smiling. “What’s that smile for?”
“It’s just that I haven’t danced like that in a long time either,” Darren said.
“All those nights at the club and you haven’t danced like that in a while?”
“Well I usually don’t go to the club to dance,” Darren said.
“What do you go for? Oh, don’t tell me…cruising for chicks,” Erica said, laughing. They made their way back to the booth and sat down, waiting for the jazz singer and band to begin.
“Cruising for chicks?” Darren had to laugh at that one. “You’ve been in Paree too long sweetie.”
“Well then what do you call it?” Erica said, still giggling.
“Scoping out the honeys,” Darren said.
“How many ‘honeys’ do you usually pick up in a night?” Erica asked curiously.
“I usually don’t bother,” Darren lied. “I may see one chick that I’m feeling and we may exchange numbers but it usually doesn’t go anywhere.”
“Why is that?” Erica asked. Her high was beginning to come down but she didn’t want it to. She wanted to forget about thinking, at least for one night. “Can I order another drink?”
“Sure you can,” Darren said. Is she trying to get tipsy on me, he wondered, smiling to himself. He signaled a barmaid, a different one from the first one that Erica had the spat with.
“What can I get you?” the barmaid asked, looking at both of them. She was totally different from the first barmaid, who didn’t even take a glance at Erica.
“What will you have?” Darren asked Erica.
“Another Patron, please,” Erica said. She winked.
“One bottle of Patron, coming up,” the barmaid said, smiling knowingly at Erica as if to say, Go girl! Erica smiled back and nodded, letting her know that she totally understood.
“Well that was total 360 from the other girl,” Erica said. “Now, back to what I was asking you…why did these hookups never work out?”
“For one, because most of the women were always there every single weekend. I’m pretty sure my number wasn’t the only one they picked up on a nightly basis. This is why I can’t get serious about a woman who stays in the club every weekend,” Darren said. His manhood had gone down but he wasn’t sure if it would stay down, especially after looking at Erica dabbing away sweat from her neck and face with a cocktail napkin.
“That’s understandable,” Erica said. “So tell me: why is a handsome guy like you still single?”
“I could be asking you that same question,” Darren said.
“But I asked you first,” Erica said, smirking.
“Okay, well I’ll tell you,” Darren said, sitting up straight. “I haven’t found The One yet. The one who wants to make me settle down and be faithful.”
“So you weren’t faithful in the past?” Erica asked. The barmaid returned with the Patron and two glasses. Darren wasn’t sure whether to answer the question straight out or to dance around the truth a little. He didn’t want to turn Erica off in any way.
“No, not really,” Darren said, opening the Patron bottle and pouring some in both glasses. Erica immediately reached for hers and almost gulped it down. Darren wasn’t sure if she was trying to brace herself for the story or if she was trying to reach a quick buzz.
“Not really?” Erica asked.
“I was young and immature,” Darren said. “I didn’t realize what a good woman I had until it was too late. I had a side chick at the time but I knew I really wanted Nicole to be The One. She was hard working, smart, beautiful and a go-getter.”
“Nicole was her name huh?” Erica said. “Do you know where she is now?”
“Last I heard, she was working at a doctor’s office as a medical assistant and married with two kids,” Darren said, sipping his Patron.
“Well, I’m pretty sure that The One will be coming along soon,” Erica said, pouring more Patron into her glass. “You have a lot to offer a woman Darren. You’re smart, funny, hardworking, and polite. Any woman would be glad to have you.”
“What about you?” Darren asked, suddenly curious of what Erica thought of him.
“What about me?” Erica asked.
“What do you think about possibly being The One?”
“I couldn’t do that,” Erica said.
“Why not? What’s stopping you?” Darren suddenly felt self-conscious. Here was this beautiful woman paying him compliments, yet she couldn’t see herself being with him. He wondered if she thought she was too good for him.
“Two things: my career is just getting off the ground and you’re almost like family to me,” Erica said.
“But we’re not family,” Darren said. “Your sister is married to my brother but that’s it.”
“It just feels too close to me,” Erica said. “Plus, how would Bianca and Dean feel about us hooking up?”
“They wouldn’t have to feel anything; we’re grown,” Darren said. “We don’t need their approval for anything.”
“It’s not just that; my career is just getting started and I don’t want anything to come between that.”
“I wouldn’t do that,” Darren said. He knew he really wanted Erica but he could see that she was having problems with a possible hookup. He decided to fall back; he didn’t want to seem like he was desperate.
“I know you wouldn’t, but I’m not ready for that type of thing just yet. As far as the family thing, that’s something I can’t shake,” Erica said. “I really do like you though. If the circumstances were different, I’d definitely give you a run.”
“Is that so?” Darren said, feeling the effects of the Patron. The jazz singer walked onto the stage and began singing a slow jazzy tune. A few of the patrons walked to the dance floor and started slow dancing. “You wanna dance?” he asked Erica.
“Sure,” Erica said, taking Darren’s hand. They slowly walked to the dance floor and Darren wrapped his hands around her waist. He looked deep into her eyes and smiled. Erica’s eyes seemed to sparkle, even under the dim lights of the dance floor. Darren pulled her closer and he felt her breasts press into his lower chest. Erica instinctively laid her head on his chest while Darren closed his eyes and breathed in her scent. Her hair and body smelled like sweet vanilla. He wished he could keep her like this forever, wished she could get over that familial feeling with him. His manhood rose once again but he didn’t care if Erica felt it this time. He wanted her and he wanted her to know it. Erica’s hands caressed his back and it felt like his manhood would explode through his pants. He pulled her even closer to him, as if he was trying to pull her into his soul. A moan escaped her lips and she snuggled into him. It was as if they were the only ones on the dance floor. Darren loved this feeling; he wanted more of it. Out of pure habit, his hands slid down to her round ass. He thought that she would pull his hands off or move away from him but surprisingly, she didn’t. She wants me, Darren thought to himself. No matter how much she tries to deny it, she wants me. He intended to see how far this dance would take them tonight, tomorrow night, every night…until she became his.
When Darren’s hands reached her ass, a part of her wanted to pull away but the womanly part of her that desired a man told her to stay there. A soft moan escaped her lips and she wasn’t sure if Darren heard it, nor did she care. At that moment, the Patron had taken over her thoughts: she imagined that he was her Mr. Right, the knight in shining armor that she had dreamed of all her life. Here he was: tall, sexy, handsome, strong, and all man. She took in his scent as she snuggled into his chest: Issey Miyake, maybe? All she knew is that he smelled heavenly. Her hands caressed his back and she slid them down toward his waist, then back up. She got lost in the music, in the moment. Her love became wet, to the point where her thong became moist. Her clit throbbed like a heartbeat. She wanted Darren at that very moment. She imagined how he looked without clothes, how big his manhood was. She wanted him to take her home and show her what she’d been missing out on for three years but didn’t want to make the first move. She prayed that he would take some sort of hint. Then out of the blue, Darren whispered into her ear…
“You wanna get out of here?”
“Yes,” Erica answered in a barely audible whisper. It was enough for Darren to hear. They reluctantly let go of each other and finally looked into each other’s eyes. Both their faces gave the same message: I want you. The jazz singer continued crooning into the microphone while the other couples continued their dance. Darren and Erica walked out of the club, practically floating on air and caught up in the thick sexual tension surrounding them.
During their drive back to Erica’s place, both of them were silent. The sexual tension was thick enough to cut with a knife and they both had the same thing on their mind. Darren couldn’t park his truck quick enough but he didn’t want to seem anxious. Erica had instructed him to park in the underground parking lot. When she moved in, the managers had given her two available parking spaces. Being that she only had one car, anyone who visited her could have access to the second spot. Darren parked next to her BMW and he opened her car door for her. Erica didn’t bother to keep her legs tightly closed as she exited the truck this time. She knew that Darren would have access to what was between them in the next few minutes anyway. Darren looked down and smiled at what he saw. He grabbed her hand and they got onto the underground elevator, taking them up to the 15th floor. As they ascended up the elevator, Darren stood in front of Erica and gave her a long slow kiss. He slipped his tongue inside her mouth and she willingly took it. He pushed her gently against the wall and pinned her arms above her head, kissing and sucking her lips. Erica let out a moan and just as things were getting heated, the elevator dinged and the doors opened to the 15th floor. Darren took a step back while Erica wiped away the smudged lip gloss that was now on her chin and upper lip. She walked in front of him toward her apartment. She slid the key into the lock and turned the knob. She closed the door and when she turned around, Darren hemmed her up against the door and kissed her again. His kisses became arousing and Erica instinctively spread her legs. She felt Darren’s hands wrap around her waist, moving down to her ass. He gently squeezed her ass cheeks and Erica wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Mmmm baby,” Darren moaned. He moved his hands toward the front and lifted her dress up. He looked down at her black lace thong and licked his lips. He smiled and reached for her thong and pulled it down over her hips and thighs. He was impressed that she was trimmed perfectly. He got down on his knees and pressed his lips to her lips.
“Ahh,” Erica moaned. “Mmm….” She stayed still as much as she could but it wasn’t easy. She hadn’t been sexed orally in a long time and Darren’s lips felt so perfect. She felt his tongue spread her lips apart, exposing her clit. He softly licked her clit and it sent a shockwave up and down her spine. She placed her hands on his head and stroked it.
“You like that?” Darren said between licks.
“Yes, I do,” Erica whined.
“You want more?”
“Yes, I do.”
Darren opened her lips wider with his hand and slid two fingers inside while continuing to lick her clit. Erica knew she was super tight and super wet, being that it had been three years since she’d had sex. She felt her wetness running out of her and onto Darren’s fingers and hand. She began grinding on his hand.
“Damn baby, you are so wet,” Darren said, pushing his fingers in and out of her. Erica began squirming and squealing softly. Darren pushed a little harder and Erica moaned louder and squirmed more. When she couldn’t take anymore, she had to let him know.
“Darren…I’m ready…” Erica moaned.
“Ready…ready for what?” Darren teased between licks. He loved the taste of her pussy juices and wasn’t quite ready to stop licking her but he wanted to do what she asked at the same time.
“I’m ready…for you…” Erica said in short breaths.
“You are? You sure?” Darren asked.
“Yes, damn it, I am!” Erica said, managing to catch her breath. Darren smiled up at her.
“Well, come on then,” Darren said, standing up and lifting her up off the floor by her waist. “Where’s the bedroom?”
“That way.” They looked into each other’s eyes the entire way to the bedroom. Darren placed her feet back on the floor.
“Let me undress you; I want to see all of you,” he said in a sexy low tone. Erica stood silent and still while Darren towered over her. He started with her dress, slipping it over her head. She wore a black lace bra to match the thong which had been discarded in the living room. All she wore besides the bra was her thigh high stockings and a pair of black red-bottoms. Darren reached behind her and unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts were nice and perky and her nipples were a dark coffee color. She had a small waist, flat stomach and an “outie” navel. She felt a bit self-conscious and she placed her hands over her love.
“Don’t cover it up; I’ve already tasted it,” Darren joked. Erica giggled slightly. “And it’s good too baby. You been keeping it nice and marinated huh?”
“I guess so,” Erica said. Darren picked her up and laid her gently on the bed. He was about to take his shirt off when Erica suddenly stopped him.
“Wait, let me do that,” Erica said, getting up on her knees on the bed. “I want to see all of you now.”
“Yes ma’am,” Darren said. She helped him slide out of his black dress shirt and revealed a rock-hard chest and abs. She wanted to faint at the sight of his beautiful body. She leaned in and kissed his chest, working her way up to his neck. She heard his deep moan and continued letting her tongue travel up and down his body. She moved down to his navel and paused there.
“You just gon leave me hangin?” Darren whispered.
“Just wait and see,” Erica said, eyeing him seductively. She slowly unzipped his jeans and pulled them down his legs. Even in his boxers, she saw that he was definitely blessed below the belt. Darren stepped out of his shoes and his jeans. Erica took her hands and stroked him through his boxers. She looked up at him and saw him looking down on her in a sexy way. She continued to stroke him until the head popped up over the top of his boxers. Yes, he was definitely blessed. She laid down on the bed and spread her legs, placing a finger in her mouth.
“Come get me,” she said in a sexy voice. Darren smiled at her and reached for his pants. He stuck his hand inside the left pocket and pulled out a condom. He winked and ripped the paper off.
“You put it on for me,” Darren asked her. He handed her the condom and Erica quickly slid it on him. He was so huge; it almost didn’t fit.
“I think you need a king size next time,” Erica joked. They both laughed despite the sexual tension. Darren leaned down and slid inside her. Erica moaned loudly and Darren picked up the pace, sliding in and out slowly. He positioned his hands on each side of her, steadying himself while stroking her. Erica looked into his big round eyes and she immediately got even wetter. She wrapped her legs around his waist and Darren thrust inside her even deeper.
“Ah, yes…that’s it…right there…” Erica moaned.
“Is that it? You like that baby? Does it feel good to you?” Darren asked, continuing to stroke inside her deeper and faster. Erica grazed her nails up and down his back which turned Darren on even more. Her head started spinning a bit: one-part alcohol, the other part sexual passion. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that she’d end up regretting what she was doing but at that moment it felt so right. Darren had all the things she needed at that moment and she was determined to receive it all. After about 45 minutes of stroking, pleasing and teasing, Erica finally reached her peak. The feeling started in her toes and went all the way up to her head, making her entire body tingle as if electricity was flowing through it.
“Damn, Darren…I’m…I’m about to cum…Darren!” Erica screamed out, clamping her hands around Darren’s neck, bracing herself for the orgasm.
“Cum for Daddy baby,” Darren said. The way he said that turned Erica on even more. She wrapped her legs around his waist even tighter and Darren pushed inside her roughly. She knew that he was about to cum as well. Her clit started to throb and the wave hit her hard.
“I’m…oh shit…it’s…too good…Darren…” Erica whimpered as the orgasm slammed into her body. She began shaking and moaning loudly while Darren did the same. He pulled his chest away from her to watch her facial expressions and continued to pound inside her. Just watching Erica’s face contort into sexual pleasure made Darren bust a huge nut inside his condom. Erica gripped his neck and held on for the ride. After they reached their peak, Erica collapsed into the bed and Darren collapsed next to her. They were both breathing heavily and trying to catch their breaths. Darren mumbled into the pillow, “You having regrets yet?”
“No, and I hope I don’t have any tomorrow morning,” Erica sighed, closing her eyes.