The Right Beat

*a continuation of TASTES LIKE CANDY







I asked you three times, what you wanna do. What do you wanna do?'


I
finally caught my breath, between one of a series of steamy , sticky
kisses to answer her. "Damn, girl! Shyt! Where did all this come from?
Oh, you rolling like that now?"

'Look, it's no secret that way
back when, we all played around. I have wanted you since we were kids.
I never knew what it was I was feeling. I just knew I was feeling it,
and I was never sure you were. I heard Debra went on to marry a woman.
I never could accept that about myself.' She took her bra and panties
off, and straddled me. Looking me in my face as she spoke. 'I have had
two unsuccessful marriages. I have went through friendships just like
this, where I knew I wa attracted to the woman, but I refused to act on
my feelings. I wasn't ready for the stigma of being called a dyke.
Secretly, between relationships, I wanted to be with a woman. I thought
about you. I even thought about Debra. I remembered when we had
girlfriends back in elementary school, and how turned on I was to kiss
a girl. Something deep inside of me felt that. Just as something deep
inside of me was telling me I was wrong...that I was going to Hell for
loving who my heart wanted.
So, I listened to the voice that said
it was wrong, and I married the first man that proposed. I still
watched the girls. I made friends with the sexiest ones. I made time
for my girls, even when it was in direct conflict with my man. I always
put them first. They felt my desire for them. A few told me, "you sure
you're not coming on to me" I would always say, "girl, I got a man. I
don't roll like that". Deep down, I wish I had the courage to act on
it. So, in my fantasies they stayed. When I wasn't with a guy, I
watched lesbian porn. Oh my god, I wish I had a dime for how many times
I came calling your name!

She is talking to me, and I can't help
but be sidetracked by this heavenly petite body straddling me. Breasts
so perfect. Honey scented skin, soft as a mutha fukka. My clit is
throbbing so hard, I just know she can feel it. I grab her hips,
because I don't know what to do with my hands; and I'm caressing them,
as I can feel the heat from her pussy on my thighs.

She stops
talking. She tugs at my top, pulling it over my head. I don't stop her.
I can't. She got everything on me excited. She kisses me. She kisses me
again and again, while pulling my blouse up off my arms. Both sets of
arms dangling in mid air, as she seductively kisses me into submission.
My body answered her question....from the first kiss. That was all that
was needed. I'm watching as she lays her body down on mine, reaching
her arms around my back to undo my bra, while she is biting my nipples
through it. Her teeth bites send chills through my being. She slings it
across the room, grabs the remote, turns the TV off and the radio on,
never missing a kiss. Now it's her soft, warm lips on my skin.

It's like a tootsie roll pop
Gotta lick it 'till you get to the center inside
I said one, two, three
It sure feels good to me
So baby, don't stop this fire
Even though I know you're
Probably getting tired
You better stay on that spot
Sensations are taking control of me
Giving me
Infatuation, yeah
Going through my mind
You've got me
Wanting ya
Feeling for ya
Every night
Infatuation
Spinning through my mind
You've got me
Wanting you
Needing you
Feeling for ya
In my head
You're giving me fantasies
I never felt before
It's like A, B, C
Do what you want with me
It's a candy coated dream
So good it makes me wanna scream
So don't you dare stop the flow
Cuz I don't want to have to
Quench the fire
Cuz it's on for you, yeah
Desire and pass on
Come and get some of this good love
I wanna feel you
Moving and grooving
With a tempo that I set
I keep winding
Winding and grinding
'Till you can't keep up with me, yeah
Come on, come on
chorus
Oh, baby
This don't make no sense
Every time I close my eyes
I just need to feel your body next to me
Hey, baby, hey
Give it to me



I don't believe this fit into any fantasy I have ever had about her. I never let it go that far.

She
quickly pulls off the rest of my clothes, and the dance is on. There is
no dominance here. Our bodies move to some new strain of old soul
music......that sounds much like the intimate hymns I'm used to singing
to my own body, in the middle of the night. We equally take turns
rocking each other back and forth into a pattern, a downbeat which
sends waves of pleasure all through my soul. Anything she does to me, I
loved. It was like returning home from some kind of drought. Her lips
pounded down on me, inside me, creating waves of pressure that
precipitated quakes of ecstasy. I never wanted to stop. We wiped sweat
from each other with our lips, kissing it away, sometimes licking so
fiercely that ripples of orgasms swelled my clit so tight, I squirted
across the room, almost, in release.

We fed each other's
wants, stroking each other so well. She moved me, to tears. I couldn't
have been her first. She made love to my body, like she had been there
before. Everything I did to her emphasized my need to find the one who
complimented everything I have wanted a woman to be to me. She matched
my tempo, and my erotic meter so perfectly.

As we lay there,
listening to the third playing of Laurnea's cd, the song ONE KNIGHT
STAND was playing again. Could this be the one I've waited for all my
life...

"Mmmmmm
So I
I need you for a one night stand
but this time it might be that one good (wo)man
so I ....might try...."