Getting Some

Wow. This guy is really serious.

So I decide to call his bluff. Play with him a little. “What am I supposed to do? Suck it or drop my pants?”

“Whateva gets you off.”

Either could get me off…

The knock on the door has us both sitting up straight. I clear my throat, then say, “Come in.”

Linda opens the door, grinning. She enters the room, her hand outstretched. “Hello, Rugged. It is so great to meet you.”

Rugged shakes her hand. “Same here.”

“I guess I’ll cut right to the chase,” Linda says. “Have you come up with any great ideas?”

“Actually,” I begin slowly. “We’ve come up with an excellent plan. I’m really excited about it.”

I fill Linda in on Rugged’s fantastic suggestion, and by the end of my spiel, she can hardly contain her enthusiasm.

“I love it!” she exclaims. “You think we can make this happen?”

“I’ma try my best. Rap artists are always gettin’ bad press. We do this, it’ll show America we got good hearts, too.”

Rugged glances my way with that statement, like he’s trying to prove a point to me. Does he have a good heart? Or is he willing to ‘give back’ just because that’ll get him good press, and therefore sell him more records? Not that it matters to me. I just want people to support the cause, by whatever means necessary.

I tune out for the next few minutes while Rugged and Linda discuss possibilities, thinking of how he propositioned me and wondering if he was serious. And fuck, I can’t believe how wet I am. How much part of me wanted to lock the door and offer him my pussy. It is still throbbing, so much so that I ache to stroke my clitoris.

I ponder the possibility of fucking Rugged when Linda’s gone, because I’m pretty sure he won’t reject that idea. A quick fuck, or a blowjob—guys don’t say no to an offer like that, even if the woman is a stranger. Why would Rugged?

And that’s exactly the problem. Because Rugged is a star, women probably line up to do that for him now, whereas before they’d have smacked him for daring to be so crude.

I don’t want to be as pathetic as one of his crazed female fans.

He might have me thinking about sex, but I’ll get myself off like I normally do. Or I’ll find someone else to fuck.

I hear Linda say something about Rugged having his manager call her, that they can go over some preliminary details.

“How does that sound, Lishelle?” she asks me.

“Sounds like a plan,” I say, though I haven’t been paying close attention to their chat. I’ve been lost in my thoughts about Rugged.

“All right, then.” Linda shakes Rugged’s hand once more. “We’ll be in touch. I’m really looking forward to this.”

“Me, too,” Rugged concurs.

When Linda disappears, Rugged gets up and closes the door, then turns his hot gaze onto me. One side of his mouth lifts in a grin. “Now, where were we?”

“Finished,” I tell him, and smile sweetly when he looks a bit surprised.

“But I thought—”

“Thought you were gonna get some? You want to impress a grown woman, you have to step to her in a different way.”

“Ah, you’re gonna play hard to get.”

“I’m not playing anything.” I pause, let my rejection sink in. No, I’ve made up my mind. I’m not going to act like one of his groupies. “I hope this isn’t going to affect your willingness to see this fund-raising effort through to its fruition.”

“’Course not,” Rugged tells me, but his voice is clipped.

Oh, he’s not a happy man. Inwardly, I beam. Honestly, did he expect me to drop to my knees just because he’s a star?

“Great,” I tell him, and place my hand on his arm. He throws a quick glance at my hand, then meets my eyes—as though he’s hopeful that my touching him means I’ve changed my mind.

I lead him to the door and waste no time in opening it. “Thank you so much for coming in to meet with me and the station manager,” I tell him, all professional. “Now if you don’t mind, I’ve got work to do.”

Four

Claudia

“Mmm, baby.” I writhe against the hot tongue licking my pussy. “Oh…that feels so good. Yes. Right there.” My body grows warm all over, starts to tingle. “Right there!”

My eyes fly open, and I see darkness. My hand is in my panties between my legs, two fingers resting on my wet, engorged clitoris. For a moment I’m confused.

And then I realize I was dreaming.

I groan, disappointed to have been pulled from my dream at the best moment. Groan because I’m disappointed my dream wasn’t reality, that there isn’t a gorgeous man between my thighs ready to make me come.

I close my eyes, stroke my wet pussy and hope to recapture the sensations I was experiencing in the dream. I try to imagine Taye Diggs going down on me, then Shemar Moore, then a few other hot actors I like. But I can’t hold a single image long enough, like my subconscious won’t let me enjoy my carnal urge to get off.

After nearly a minute, I give up. My body is still aroused, but I can’t get my mind to that place where I can reach orgasm.

I want a man, not my fingers. A man stroking my clit. A man’s teeth grazing it. A tongue so far inside my pussy it’s driving me crazy.

I might not miss Adam, but I do miss the sex. And with Adam the sex was frequent, and passionate.

My body craves that—with a real lover.

Rolling onto my side, I glance at the digital clock on my night table. It’s 6:18 in the morning.

Once again I close my eyes, this time trying to sleep. But after five minutes of tossing and turning, I know that I can’t.

I’m still aroused.

I need to fuck.

Slowly, I rise and turn on the bedside lamp. I open the drawer on my night table and reach down to the bottom, beneath various papers, until I feel my vibrator. I pull it out, and go back into the drawer for the DVD I want to watch.

When Adam and I were together, we watched lots of porn—at his suggestion. Most of it was simply raunch, one guy after the next getting sloppy blow jobs and spraying semen all over some woman’s face. Those didn’t appeal to me, and I suggested to Adam that he find something a bit more appealing to couples.