Chapter Twenty-three
Sable
“Hey, ma, can I kick it with you for a minute?” Carla coo’ed, easing up behind me, kissing the nape of my neck. Her lips were soft and slightly wet. Sensations shot up and down my spine. I nodded and took her hand, once again, following her lead. Roxy saw the hookup and dipped her own way. Watching her exit the door, I assumed she was fed up with all of Jazz’s and my over-the-top gay behavior.
“So, were you feeling my show for you tonight, or what?” she probed, walking me over to what I assumed to be her private booth.
“You seemed to know I would like it, putting me on blast and all,” I blushed, not knowing what else to say.
“See, I know you better than you think. All that stunting shit at the pool . . . Please tell me you’ve gotten it out of your system.” She stared at me, intently.
“Yeah.” I bit at the corner of my lip, all of a sudden shy. I’d never been this way before, but Carla was shaking me up.
“I hope you’re really ready.” Carla reached over to rub my back. Leaning in, she kissed my neck once more, making my body jerk. Her touches were making my heart skip beats, and my body became timid. Everything in the room started to slow down.
“So, that’s how you feeling?” she asked in tune with my body’s movements, making sure her lips stayed on my ear a little longer. This time, when she waited on my reply, her hand rubbed alongside my side, and her chin rested on my neck. She swayed to the beat. This chick had the impression of a dude on point and was turning me on for real.
“Well, you making me feel that way,” I responded, not even giving a fuck about holding back. She had gotten my vagina wet, so I was ready to let her explore. I started to grind, encouraging her to touch me even more. I got lost in the beat of the music and the smell of her cologne. I moved close up on her neck and kissed it gently. This was new. I was drunk and high. “Can we go back to your cabin? I know you’ve got a private one.” Fuck it. I wanted all in. I was about to live a new life anyway. Maybe it would be with girls, and Jazz and I could do this all the time.
“I’d be a fool not to. Let me give you what you been missing,” she whispered, leading me out of the party.
I didn’t tell my girls I was leaving. I hastily sent Jazz a text message on our walk to Carla’s room. She replied that she was getting some head anyway and peace out, so I had no worries in the world.
“You sure you ready for this? I can tell this is your first time,” she asked, stopping outside room 296. “I’m honored to be your first.”
Out in the open, she started to rub her hand up my thigh. The word to describe me was speechless. My mouth couldn’t utter any words. A woman had her hand close to my hookup, and I hadn’t given her the business yet. What I really wanted was more. She needed just to open the door. From that point, I guess it would be on.