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Sapphires
by Lord Malinov
A Valentines Tale
~~~
The best romances are true.
~~~
A young man pushed aside the glass door and stepped out into the
night. A deep, lush valley spread out beneath his far-reaching gaze,
sweltering in the heat of an coastal July, dusted by the faint
twinkle of stars barely sparking their way through the moist night
air. Taking a deep breath, the youth leaned against the aluminum
railing of his balcony. Thin lines of eternal traffic streamed
between the creases of the hills below. Closing his eyes, he
listened to the dull ache of silence.
"I want to live a romance," he said softly.
~~~
"You have to meet her," my roommate said. "I invited her up."
I sighed. By eight o'clock that Sunday night, I had already enjoyed
a full weekend, but Juan bubbled with excitement, wanting to show me
this girl so I had to agree. The indulgent smile I gave Juan
reflected a weary satisfaction that would only just suffice to endure
one more encounter. I nodded my assent and went to take a shower.
We had both spent the day at the Adams Morgan festival, an afternoon
of salsa and spilled beer in the crowd of a sizzling hot day. James
Brown sang that afternoon. Marion Barry promised to clean up the
city. Juan had gone to the fiesta with his brother and his friends,
while I travelled a different course, escorting some hopeful young
woman through the stalls of woven color and glazed pottery. She
paused for a kiss and I touched my lips fondly to her cheek. I only
gave myself reluctantly to anyone, even then.
When I emerged from the shower, my black curls pulled wet below my
shoulders, I pulled a blue and white dashiki I had wrangled from an
old Puerto Rican at the festival. I held out a wad of bills.
"It's all I have," I said.
"I cannot," he replied, shaking his head. I searched my pockets and
pulled out another dollar.
"Twenty-seven?"
"Si," he said finally, shaking his head. "I can see you really want
it." I smiled.
"Yes," I said, lifting the embroidered garment up toward the fierce
sun. "I do."
Wearing my prize, I lit a cigarette and letting the pale blue drug
swirl within my lungs, I left my bedroom in search of a drink. I
turned into the kitchen and heard Juan speaking English, which meant
he wasn't on the phone. I poured myself a drink and went out to pay
my regards.
A young woman, almost a girl, stood staring at my bookshelves. My
eyes opened wide as I took my first drink of her. White denim shorts
flared down from her waist to encompass a firm little bottom, leaving
slight hints of the curve before her lean thighs emerged.
"They're his," said Juan, gesturing to me. The girl turned, casting
a smiling blue gaze toward me, her smooth cheeks elegantly blushed by
sun's kiss. I looked down, shy in the face of beauty. Her breasts
hid ripe beneath a thin flowered blouse.
"Quite a library," she said admiringly.
"Lauren," said Juan, "this is my roommate, David."
"Enchanted," I said.
~~~
I had no need to fall in love. I only surrendered reluctantly, while
inevitably, to the gravitational pull. Once there, we tore through
each other's lives like a whirlwind, embracing our rapture with
reckless abandon, forgetting everything and everyone but the delights
we discovered in sharing our time, our hearts and our pleasures.
Lauren quickly dissolved every limit I had ever known, crashed
through every one of my reclusive walls. Step by step, knowing the
consequences, I gave myself to her. My bed became our Xanadu.
~~~
I opened our apartment door, excited and nervous. The sun blared
heat in bold sharp rays over the July afternoon; the air swam moist
with the ocean's humid fog. I dropped my briefcase down against one
of the tall bookshelves and pulled off my government tags. I checked
my pocket and kicking off my shoes as I walked, I made my way back
into our bedroom.
The shades were drawn tight, giving the cooled air the calmness of a
premature dusk. I flipped on my old stereo and lifted the needle to
give Prince a chance to give the room a mood. I unbuttoned my
flowing white shirt and unbuckled my studded belt. Running my hands
over my smooth chest, I let myself relish the moment, the
anticipation, the glory of living my romance. I unfastened my tight
black trousers and tossed them casually into the growing pile of
clothes in the corner of my walk-in closet. My skin, burnished dark
by a steady summer glaze, tickled at the cool air. I pushed off my
cotton briefs and slipped between the satin sheets.
Laying alone in my bed on a Thursday afternoon, I let my thoughts
drift over the games we had played, she and I, the naked days as she
refused to get dressed, her creamy smooth ass drifting into sight as
she lifted her arms, raising the hem of her t-shirt. I stroked my
prick as I imagined suckling her tits, the thick rounds of her
nipples as she let them hang down, knelt down before me, pushing
herself hard back. My excitement grew, remembering and imagining the
glazed look in her eyes as I let myself go.
"Hello," Lauren said melodically, finding me in our bed. She
smiled, delighted and pulled her blouse over her head.
"I was hoping you'd get home soon," I said, still stroking my
stiff prick. She unzipped her business skirt and dropped it down
quickly. Lace panties soon followed. Lauren reached back to unclasp
her beige bra and I licked my lips. In a bounce she found her way
next to me, flesh to flesh.
"This is a nice surprise," Lauren said. I kissed her, kissed her
neck, kissed her breast and her pale tummy. "Mmm," she cooed as I
moved between her lean thighs. I dipped my tongue into the faint
slumbering valley of her soft golden hairs, and again and once more
until the rich scent of her approval returned my loving kiss. I
slipped my hands beneath Lauren's bottom and pulled her cunt closer,
licking her open, her lips swelling full. The warm juice of her
desire began to trickle over my hands and I kissed her hardening
clit.
My fingers deep within her wet velveteen pussy, I smiled to feel the
shudders of Lauren's delight. I kissed her dripping lips as she
giggled and then wet-mouthed kissed her pretty face.
"You're incredible," she said.
"I'm in love," I replied, and traced my lips down, kissing her
breasts, tickling her waist, licking the warm icing off her
pale upper thighs. I licked her slowly and then faster, soft and
then hard. I lifted her bottom and pressed my tongue deep. I sucked
on her clitty until she felt her soul move.
"I'm so lucky," Lauren told me.
"You're a beauty," I said.
Returning down once again, I sank my tongue in her chasm and tickled
her inside, drowning in love's sweet succulent sea. "No," she
whispered, "I can't bear it." I licked her intently and gently and
she objected no more. I teased her left labia, painted her right
with the skilled brush of my tongue, circles and swirls and moths in
moonlight. I kissed her with fury and passion and fun. I sank deep
inside her and made her heart mine.
I lifted myself up to kiss her rose lips. Her eyes, like the blue on
a lake on a bright summer day, stared deep within me, loving and
glazed. I reached for the headboard.
"Marry me," I said.
"Are you kidding?" Lauren asked as I showed her the ring.
"Marry me," I repeated.
"Please," she said. "I will."
~~~
I gave her sapphires at breakfast. I"ll kiss her tonight.
~~~
Malinov
Power belongs to those who dare. . . Sapere Aude
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