They had been dating for a month, they had enjoyed all the usual dates, Cinema, dinner and bars. But tonight they were going to a club in the centre of the city. Tre was dressed in smart casual trousers, loafers and black shirt, his shaven head glistened slightly as the taxi drove through the wet streets.
“The Taxi is gonna be there in 10 minutes, PLEASE be ready.” Tre said into his phone. In all the time that he had known her she had never been on time. As the taxi drew closer to her flat, Tre grew apprehensive. He always felt nervous around Olivia, she was beautiful, smart, great sense of humour and most of all she was everything he could want in a woman.
As the taxi rounded the final corner Tre let Olivia’s phone ring once to let her know they were there. The light that shone from her window turned off as the cab pulled over. Tre stepped out of the cab and held the door open for Olivia. His jaw dropped, Olivia looked stunning. Her skin glistened in the street lights. She was wearing a black mini-dress, it cut just above her knees and stuck to her thighs and bum, her black tights and strappy shoes finishing off the outfit. A small crucifix necklace hung in the groove of her ample breasts, which were just covered by her dress, her nipples visible due to the slight chill in the air. Her hair was braided and tied back, a single braided hair floated on the left side of her face. Her pink lipstick shone, making her lips looking juicy. He kissed her cheek as he wrapped his coat around her shoulders. They sat in the back of the taxi side by side holding hands. Twenty minutes later and after various jokes thanks to the driver’s road rage they pulled up outside the club. Tre paid the taxi and they both got out, his arm around her waist pulling her closer.
The club stretched for a block, the red neon side along the side of the building, emblazoned the word ‘Crystal’. The queue was as long as the building itself. People were huddled together, laughing, smiling and chatting about the night before them. Tre and Olivia crossed the road, heading for the front of the queue and to the doorman. Dressed in black suits and dark glasses they looked menacing. A thin man with a face like a weasel stood between them, like the doormen he had an earpiece but he also had a clipboard.
“Wait here please babes, I’ll be a second.” He said patting her ass.
“Guest list?” said the weasel as Tre approached.
“Yeah, name is Tremayne Walker, plus one.”
The weasel looked down his list, ticking a box and handed him two red wristbands. He put them into his pocket.
“Thank you” was his reply as he turned back to Olivia. He took the wristbands from his pocket and gave one to Olivia, who put it on her wrist, he did the same. Looking around he could see the envy in peoples faces who had to wait in the queue, he didn’t care, not that he was arrogant just that he was happy being with Olivia.
They walked past the doormen and into the reception area. The foyer was laid out like an office reception, two attractive women stood behind a long counter with tills and computers at either end. Above them was a sign pointing left and right to the various dance floors.
“Bashment or R&B?” He said looking at Olivia.
“Start with R&B and I’ll mash you up later to the bashment, ha ha.” She replied giving him a wink.
The RNB room was packed, wall to wall with people. The room was huge, with a DJ booth right in the middle of the room. Long red curtains stretched from floor to ceiling. At the far end was a grand staircase which led upstairs to the toilets and a balcony viewing area with black leather couches. People danced around the couple as they walked to the bar.
“An Amaretto and lemonade please, and a Southern comfort red bull for myself, thanks. Oh can you make those doubles?” Tre shouted across the bar. Tre fished for some change and paid the barman. Olivia took the drinks and walked over to a quiet corner on the dance floor, Tre joined her and they drank as they swayed to the music, letting the beat take over their bodies. Tre was feeling anxious so downed his drink, hoping Olivia would do the same so that they could dance and he could feel less apprehensive. But Olivia was happy to sip her drink and take her time.
“Just going to the toilet babes, be back in a minute, behave yourself, lol.” He said as he headed back through the crowd and up the stairs to the toilet. As is customary in clubs there was a wait for the toilets, it seemed everyone wanted to go at the same time. As he stood waiting for his time a familiar face walked in.
“Yo, Paul, wassup ,man.” Tre said, surprised to see his old school friend here.
“All good man, you got a cigarette I need a spliff”. Paul replied.
“Yeah man, hook me up though, gonna need one myself by the end of the night.”
Paul pulled out a small plastic button bag filled to the brim with a light green weed, he opened the bag and pulled out the equivalent of three spliffs and placed it in Tre’s hand, “this is some sticky icky shit blud so tek time.” Said Paul, as he handed over some cigarette papers as well.
“Thanks man. What you doing here anyway?” Tre asked.
“Oh me and Wifey celebrating, gonna be a baby daddy.” Paul replied with a broad smile on his face.
“Congratulations man” Tre said hugging him, “come let me get you a celebratory drink”.
Tre dragged Paul from the toilets and towards the bar. Paul was dressed in blue moleskin jeans, with a crisp white shirt with an Infinity logo on the back. At school his hair had been always short and well kept, but now it was a 70’s afro but still well kempt. As they walked down the stair they caught up and talked about school times. All the while looking out for their respective partners. Tre could see Olivia dancing with another woman.
“See that hot oman in the red dress?” Paul said to Tre pointing to the lady next to Olivia, “that’s the wifey.”
“Oh seen, the woman she with is my soon to be wifey” Tre said smiling. They both laughed out loud, pleased with their women.
They headed for the bar and ordered two bottles of champagne and four glasses. Before heading on to the dance floor. Olivia kissed Tre as he gave her a glass, before being introduced to Paul’s wifey.
“Tre, this is Dionne” he said with a smile. Tre looked her over as he shook her hand. She had dark black hair in ringlets, diamond earrings and pearl necklace. Her skin was Mocha like Olivia’s, but she was also petite in frame girl but all the more cute for it.
“Hi, I’m Tre, I see you have met Olivia, congratulations on the baby, hope all goes well.”
After a while they all needed a rest so they headed up to the VIP room, a small room compared to the rest of the rooms. It was black throughout, fixtures and fittings. The room was dimly lit with cubby holes at either end with tables and enough for six people cramped or four comfortably. In the middle of the room was a long bar and the other side was the DJ booth. The music was chilled out and appropriate to everyone’s mood. The group sat in a cubby hole and drank their champagne, there they sat for an hour before Olivia decided she wanted to let loose in the Bashment room. Truth being she wanted to see what Tre had got in the dancing stakes.
As plush as the rest of the club had been the bashment room came as a shock to Tre. The room was dark, the only lights visible were the orange glow of the cigarettes being burnt and the flames from the lighters lighting them. There was also a thick smoke in the air, Tre knew what it was, Weed, Marijuana, Mary Jane. The sweet smells making him pause in the doorway. He turned to his right three youths were nodding their heads to the bass line of the music, the one on the middle was sprinkling weed into a cigarette paper held by his friend to the right. He finished rolling his joint and carried on nodding their heads. Olivia grasped his hand and pulled him behind her onto the dance floor, he watched as she wiggled her hips provocatively. She pulled him onto the dance floor, the bass was overwhelming and the beat took Tre with it. One foot forward then back then the other foot. Looking around he cold see everyone was doing the same kinda stomping move, it felt like the floor was moving every time his foot hit the floor. The sweet smell of weed and the alcohol in his system helped Tre to relax and get into the dancing. Feeling brave he moved behind Olivia, whose body movements were turning him on no end. His hands clasped her hips as he pulled her closer to him, her back to his chest. Holding her there for a minute he felt for Olivia’s movements then mimicked them in time with her. When she stomped he stomped. They continued to dance like this for what felt like hours, their bodies moulded together, nothing could part them. While they danced Paul and Dionne came over to say their goodbyes, they all exchanged numbers and promised to meet up soon.
After they had left the music changed tempo, moving up a few beats, the music was more energetic. Grabbing Tre by his belt buckle Olivia pulled him into a corner.
“Let’s see what you got” she said smiling. She was stood nose to nose, she was challenging him. She raised her led around his waist and began moving to the music. Her crotch rubbing against his. She put her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer, grinding against him. He held her leg against his side, his head bowed, looking into her cleavage. The perspiration on her breasts, mixed with the scent of her perfume was intoxicating to him. His free hand running along her thigh just under the hem of her dress and back down to the joint of her knee. Caressing it lightly he looked into Olivia’s face, she was biting her bottom lip, a sign she was enjoying the attention. She continued to hold his gaze, he could feel her breath on his cheek, and he could tell she wanted a kiss. She moved closer, almost lips touching, waiting for Tre to kiss back. At the last second he spun her around, again her back was to his chest. He bent his knees, slowly taking her down with him, her bum pressing back in to his groin as they bounced while crouching to the music. His hands slowly moved up her body, along her ribcage to the underside of her breasts. Being pressed as tightly as they were the heat was noticeable. Raising up they moved into a corner. Dancing was not on their minds anymore, this was lust. They stood in the corner face to face, each waiting for the other to make a move. Swallowing hard, Tre leant forward with his lips caressing hers gently. He could feel her lip gloss, the stickiness, the faint taste of peaches. His lips gently sucking her bottom lip, using his tongue to gently lick at it. She looked up in surprise, she could not believe a kiss could be this good. Her hands reached down to his butt, pulling him closer. Her mouth opening and pushing her tongue into his mouth, their tongues entwined. His hands now caressing her ass too, pulling her closer still, his crotch pushing into hers.
They headed back into the RNB room as the smoke had become too much in the bashment room. The music now was slower, or slow jams as Olivia like to call them. The moulded themselves into each others bodies and danced some more, until the lights came up and everyone was told to leave.
Outside of the club, other revellers were milling about, some taking numbers, some waiting for cabs, and some discussing food. Tre stood by the side of the club waiting for Olivia to collect her coat. He could see it had been raining as the roads were wet and every time a car went past it splashed through the puddle next to the kerb. He was lost in his own world when he was bought back to earth by Olivia pinching his bottom. He spun round taking her in his arms and kissing her again.
“Taxi?” she asked
“Where we going?” he replied
“Well how bout mine, have a drink have a chat, have a cuddle.” She smiled
“But babes I am starving” he said winking
“Well I got some curry goat at home if you that hungry” She quipped??
“Sold??, TAXI” he said laughing and signalling for a passing taxi.
It was late by the time they pulled up to Olivia’s flat. The pavements were still wet but there was less of a chill in the air compared to earlier when he came to pick her up. As was customary he got out of the cab and opened the door for Olivia. As she got out she slipped on the wet pavement, forcing her to fall forward into Tre’s arms. Her arms instinctively going around his neck for support. They were face to face again, they started kissing hard, eating each others faces.
‘Beep Beep’
Tre looked down the taxi man looked up, he was laughing,
“Is someone gonna pay me tonight”
“Sorry mate” said Tre leaning into the window to give him a £20 note “keep the change mate and thanks.”
Olivia and Tre walked hand in hand up the stair’s to her flat, the sense of anticipation was overwhelming. As Olivia fiddled with her keys to get her door open Tre was feeling her bum, squeezing it like he was weighing up melons at a supermarket. She opened the door and walked in, he was hot on her heels his hands not moving from her bum. He shut the door behind himself and pulled her back by her bum, then grabbing her hand he spun her round to face him. She forcibly pushed him back against the door, she looked at him from barely an inch away and studied his face, his features. The desire evident in his face, his hands now gripping her bum, pulling her closer, she could feel the excitement by the heat from his crotch. He moved his hands up and down her body as they began to kiss again, his hands finding the bottom of her dress, pulling it up to reveal that what he thought were tights were in fact stocking the whole time.
“Damn” he said in mock annoyance
“What” she said perturbed by the stopping.
“All night I thought these were tights and was looking forward to ripping them open and devouring you, but no they are stocking so have to work another way” he said laughing “Were you, well, thought I would surprise you babes.” She replied all smiles.
He took her hand leading her into her own living room and pushed her back gently on to her three seater. He stood before her as her legs were open slightly, her could see her red panties and the tops of her stockings. Her necklaces falling between the mounds of her breasts, looking so inviting. He knelt before her, a hand on each knee, inching slowly closer to his goal. Using his hands as a guide he slowly moved his hands further up her thighs until he could feel the hem of her dress riding up and the feel of her panties at his fingertips. He moved his face closer, the heat from her crotch was noticeable along with the wet patch slowly growing across the front of her panties. He smelled her scent then pulled her panties aside to taste what he had wanted all night. With his eyes in contact with hers he poked out his tongue and gently licked the hood above her clit, she moaned quietly, her eyes closing briefly for a second. He took this as a sign to go ahead, using his finger he pushed back the hood and licked at her clitoris in long strong strokes, pushing her clit down with every up or down stroke. He used his fingers from his right hand to slowly trace the outline of her pussy lips, her wet and now puffy pussy lips, before slowly pushing a finger then tow into her hole. He could feel the slickness or her pussy making it easy for him to put his finger in deeper. With his finger all the way in he began to lick her clit harder, forcing her to squirm on her sofa, trying to close her legs but because of his head and hands being there she was unable to. He continued to lick at her, using various strokes and tempos until with the aid of his other hand tickling her anus with a wet finger she came all over his face, her hand grabbing the back of his shaven head as she did do, forcing his face deeper into her. After about 30 seconds of orgasmic pleasure and her breath catching in her throat Olivia let him go, at which point he collapsed back onto the floor trying to gain the necessary amount of air to keep him going.
He slumped back onto his elbows and just regained his composure.
“Right my turn” Olivia said bouncing off the sofa straddling him. She kissed him deeply her own juices tasting on her lips. She quickly began to unbutton his shirt and belt buckle, discarding items to the floor whenever they were free of his body. Until he was left in nothing but socks and boxers.
“This is not a nice look, socks lol” said Olivia immediately peeling them off his feet. She slid down his body so her butt was on his ankles, her left hand reaching into his black boxers for his penis. She pulled down his boxers and released his penis in all its glory. It stood proud in the air for the second that she released it. An audible “hmmmm” could be heard emanating from her lips. She bent forward, kissing the tip of his penis, using her tongue to lick down the sides of it. She teased him until his eyes closed and dropped his head back. She then took his head into her mouth sucking it slowly at first then getting faster, causing saliva to drip down the sides of it, she could see he was loving it, as much as she loved doing it. Once she was satisfied he was near his limit she engulfed his whole penis right down to the root and sucked until after a short period he released his seed into her mouth, with a quick swallow it was gone, all that was left was to wipe the residue from her cheeks which she did with the tip of her finger, before licking it clean in front of him.
Feeling euphoric and totally relaxed they walked into her bedroom. Her large bed was easily big enough for two people, four large pillows at the tops of the bed and crisp white sheets and duvet adorned the bed itself.
“Thwack”
“Goddamn” Tre shouted at the top of his voice “what the hell was that?” he asked while gently rubbing his bum, trying to stop the stinging.
“My whip” she said holding up a riding crop
“Keep that shit away from me” he replied laughing again, he saw the funny side but was damn sure he didn’t want to feel that kind of pain again, it was about giving pain not receiving. He fell forward onto the bed, face down before turning over to see Olivia pounce on him. His dick was hard again now so she gently massaged it between her thumb and forefinger getting him as hard as possible. When she thought he was ready she sat astride him, all the time holding his penis until it was at the entrance to her pussy. He could feel her lips hovering above his penis, he pushed up but she moved up with him, stating that she was in control of this and not him, he was merely there to obey orders. When she was good and ready and thought that she had teased him enough she lowered herself down onto him, feeling every inch as it entered her, feeling herself be widened by his girth. He in return stayed still doing as he was told, waiting for the chance to take the lead. She slowly moved up and down onto him, slowly at first but gradually building up pace, at times her pelvis came down onto his causing him to wince but the pain was bearable due to the feelings the were going around in side of him. This was so much better then a quick shag round the side of a club as most of his sexual activities had been this felt special this felt like love.
“Switch” he shouted turning her onto her side. He moved from beneath her standing at the base of the bed. As she lay on her left hand side he raised her right leg, resting it on his shoulder and inserting into her again, this time with force making her gasp for air, he pounded into her time after time, alternating between fast and slow, hard and soft. Olivia was squeezing her breasts and pulling at her nipples with one hand while the other frantically rubbed at her clit, trying as hard as possible to come as soon as possible. Tre upped his tempo until he was going flat out, his knees starting the feel the burn along with the back of his thighs. His brow drenched with sweat, it was slowly dripping down his face, through his eyebrows and onto his eyelids, some drops even dripping onto Olivia’s thighs. Looking down he noticed her stockings were now ripped from the friction that had been caused while they were going at it, he grinned. Olivia’s eyes were closed now and she was trying to catch her breath, but he pumped harder and faster yet again, using the last of his reserves, he was close he could feel he was close, just as he thought he would come, she came, howling loudly as her eyes rolled and juices dripped from her pussy onto his pubic hair, almost matting it as it did so. It was too much for Tre he pulled out of her jets of his seed spraying on her thighs, her stomach and some even reached her breasts, she massaged it in then grabbed Tre for a kiss, along lingering kiss. His arms unable to support him any longer collapsed under his weight, his head hitting the pillow next to her. He reached out pulling her closer to him, her head on his chest. A final kiss and they were asleep
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