Divine Interlude by Gemini (best affordable ebook reader TXT) 📖

pulled me down to her and placed her left hand behind my neck and her right hand guided my left hand to her thigh. “I had a really good time tonight” she sincerely remarked. Maxwell’s song from Love Jones, played in the background. Charlene placed her lips on the corner of my lips, and began to give me soft wet kisses. She started on the corner of my lips then moved to my face, her hand caressed the back of my neck. My hand ran down her thighs, like a highway heading down south. My Cadillac wanted to take this road into the deep South. There was now rain in the forecast as Charlene shifted in her seat I could hear the thunder and feel the dampness in between her thighs. It started like that summer rain, when it’s 90 degrees outside and those raindrops felt so good that you don’t run to get out of the rain, you tilt your head back and enjoy. Charlene’s groans sounded like lightning striking against the ground, a storm, with the possible threat of a hurricane conditions was arising. She noticed that my Cadillac was fully equipped, and was looking more like a stretch limo by this time. I ran her hands across my Cadillac, licked her lips and she put her eyes in the back of her head, the way a person looks when they use a Q-tip to clean their ears. My hands went further down her thighs. I had wondered the whole night why I couldn’t see a panty line on Charlene’s body the way it was hugging that dress. I assumed she was wearing a G-string. Charlene shifted her body up and her dress back, allowing me to explorer further and deeper into the smooth terrain. As my hand lead me to what seemed to be a stream in the middle of this forest of love, my questions had been answered. To my surprise, there was no G, there was no string, nothing that resembled fruit of the loom. Victoria’s Secret had be revealed, the only thing between Charlene and her dress was my hand. Charlene laid her sit all the way back, she began to spread her wings, it looked as if the sun was raising, she pulled my head down in between her. Her legs sat on my face like headphones, and by the way my tongue danced in between her and her hips swayed back and forth we both could hear the music and feel the rhythm.


Ring! Ring! Ring!
I was startled by the sound of my phone. I looked over at the clock on my dresser, it was 3:30 a.m. who the hell could this be, it wasn’t that I wasn’t familiar with the late night booty call, but not to many women had my house number so must of my booty calls came via my cell phone. I reached for the phone, and said hello “Marcus, is this you” the sweet sounding radio voice asked. “Yes, who is this, “ I asked. “It’s Ms. Williams,” the voice responded.
It was Charlene, she apologized for calling so late, but said that her friend had to be at the airport early in the morning. After I walked Charlene and her best friend Kenya to the car, we exchanged numbers and she left, she waved and blew me a kiss as she drove off.. Kenya was beautiful, I mean straight from the magazine pages beautiful, she was light skinned with green eyes and a body that made men stutter when they attempted to speak to her. Kenya was a model and Charlene kept her pretty busy in the advertising community, she was on several poster boards, magazines and even a few national TV ads. Charlene continued to apologize, “I am sorry for calling so late, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” I was so happy to hear her voice, I sat up in the bed so I could give Charlene my full attention. I heard a lot of noise in the background, sirens, wind, and the radio. “Where are you,” I asked. I’m on the highway headed home from dropping my friend off.” “Have you been thinking about me”, she asked. I wanted so bad to tell her about the dream I had about her. “You’ve crossed my mind a couple of times,” I said trying to convince myself. The sound of thunder and the beats of raindrops pounded against my window. “Is it raining where you are”, I asked. “Yes, and I hate driving in the rain” she responded as if her nerves were on edge. “Where are you,” I questioned. “I just passed the Harvard exit.” She was right around the corner from my house. I began to visualize her Carmel complexion, her bedroom eyes, those voluptuous lips, and her beautiful bold legs. I took a moment to gather myself, so it wouldn’t sound like I was thinking of body bumpin, sweaty fuckin, pull you hair, scratch your back type of love making when two people want each other badly. “I’m only 2 exits from there.” “ Oh really.” She responded, as if she knew I had more to say. “If you want to get out of the rain, your welcomed here.” There was a short silence, in the back of my mind I had wondered if I had crossed a line, by asking Charlene to stop by. Before I could open my mouth to apologize for asking her to stop by this late. “Are you sure it’s not to late” she asked. I knew then it was not only I that wanted to see Charlene, but Charlene wanted to see me. I thought to myself to late is for someone you don’t want to see. One of those people who are so ugly your afraid to be alone with them or you have to sleep with a night light on so they don’t startle you in the middle of the night. I bypassed answering Charlene’s question, I went straight to giving her directions, because I figured it was never to late for the right company. I lead her step by step, make a left at the first light, there is a Starbucks on the right side of the street, drive pass the Bally’s fitness center after a few more right turns Charlene was pulling into the circular driveway of my condo. I sprayed on some Armani, goggled with some Scope and ran downstairs to meet Charlene at the door. I saw that Charlene was still sitting in the car, her dash light was on and she was putting on lipstick. The rain had not let up it slammed against the ground and everything in its path. While Charlene sat in the car making herself beautiful, I looked around for my umbrella. “Marcus, do you see me in the driveway”, she asked to assure she was in the right driveway. “ Yes you are at the right place, let me find my umbrella so you don’t get wet” I replied. I went upstairs to look in my bedroom closet, no luck there. Then I remembered that I left it in my computer room after checking my email when I got home. As I made it to the bottom of the stairs I began to open the umbrella, but before I could she appeared. “Hi Marcus, I couldn’t wait to see you” she said in a sweet sexy voice that sound like she missed me forever. I put the umbrella behind my back, feeling guilty that Charlene had got soaked coming to see me. She flashed her pearly whites “I see you found your umbrella” she said with a smile. I stood there for a moment intrigued by her beauty, I watched as the raindrops trickled down those curvaceous legs. Her mouth glistened as the water rode those waves that were her lips. “Charlene I am so sorry, I just found my umbrella upstairs”. “Its ok Marcus she quickly replied, I really appreciate your hospitality.” I helped Charlene take off her coat and lead her into the living room. “make yourself at home and I’ll get you a towel and some dry clothes”. I handed Charlene a towel from the bathroom closet and went upstairs to find her something to put on. I reached in the top drawer and pulled out my Michael Vick jersey and some black jogging pants, as I headed back downstairs I realized. These jogging pants would give me no visuals of those beautiful legs. “I’ll be down in a minute Charlene”, I yelled from the top steps, hoping that the anticipation would make her run up the stairs and beg me to throw her down on the bed and make her a woman. A few moments passed and I heard nothing but my thoughts continued. I pulled out a pair of Nike shorts, sprayed on some Armani, checked the mirror and headed back downstairs.
As I walked into the living room, Charlene stood there in nothing but the towel that I had given her. She was looking at some pictures, degrees and awards that I had modestly posted above my fireplace. I called it my “I’m the man wall”. My mouth was wide opened , I was so stunned by her beauty that my words were undeveloped thoughts in my head, without a voice. Charlene turned around, I held the clothes in my hand as if I had forgotten they were for Charlene. “Marcus are those for me.” I stood there with a blank look on my face, watching as the towel held her body close and created curves that needed warning signs. Charlene reached for the clothes, my grip tightened around the shorts. For a moment we played tug a war, she pulled then I pulled. We both smiled, I finally loosened my grip and let Charlene take the clothes. She walked to the bathroom, and my eyes did too. She disappeared behind the door, but before she closed the door, She took the towel off and threw it towards me, “hey Marcus catch”, she said in a playful voice. “Real cute Charlene”, I replied. I felt as though Charlene and I have known each other forever, the way we joked with one another. She made me feel so comfortable. As I sat on the couch waiting for Charlene, I laid my head back closed my eyes and let the sound of Jaheim’s rhythm enter my soul. Before long I found myself singing along. Singing low enough so Charlene couldn’t hear me in the bathroom. As the rhythm of the music took control of my body, my fingers begin to snap, my head swayed back and forth, right to left and my voice grew louder. As my eyes opened, Charlene stood over me, with that beautiful smile that seemed to warm my heart every time I saw it. “Don’t stop singing Marcus, you have a wonderful voice”. I’ve been told that before, but I still get nervous when I sing in front of people.
I would have on most occasions ended my rendition of Jahiem’s love song, but she asked me to sing, so I continued for her. Charlene watched as every word left my voice, listened and groove to the sound of my octaves, moved her body as if it caused eargasms. I watched her body, my jersey has never looked so damn sexy As the last note ended, Charlene’s smile intensified “thank you Marcus, no one has ever sung to me before”. Charlene reached out and put her hands into mine, “I’m not really a good singer so you don’t have