Ironically, I passed Darnetta as she was headed into the very same bathroom. “Jon, there you are. I was looking for you. How are things going with Mason? I saw you on the dance floor getting your freak on.”
That Darnetta trick could get on my nerves at times with her babbling but all in all she was cool. At least she had a life. I should have felt guilty for what I was contemplating. Not!
“Mason and I are getting along just fine,” I responded. “He had to go talk to Smitty about some things but we’ll be back on the dance floor getting our freak on again soon.”
Darnetta giggled. “Good for you, girl. I’m glad to see that you’re loosening up.” She slapped me on the shoulder. “Let me get in here before I pee on myself.”
I watched her go into the ladies’ room and then I went on a hunt. The window of opportunity was a small one. I had to make it work.
I spotted Logan by the back exit door smoking a cigarette. Another brother was standing there for a second but he put his cigarette out and walked away. The reception was being held at a conference center so in addition to the large room where the gathering was actually held, there were numerous smaller rooms.
I walked up to Logan, took his hand, and pulled him toward one.
“Jonquinette, what’s going on?” he asked, confused.
“Just come with me,” I instructed.
“Did Darnetta send you to get me? Is she all right?”
“Darnetta’s fine. Just come.”
I tried a couple of the doorknobs until I found one that was unlocked and pulled Logan inside. It was empty except for two tables, a few scattered chairs, and a helium tank that had been used to blow up the balloons for the reception.
“Jonquinette, what’s going on?” he asked for the second time.
“Just come,” I said for the third time. “That’s all I want you to do. Just come.”
He finally got the hint. “Um, I’m sorry but I don’t know you like that. Besides, I’m dating Darnetta. You know that.”
Hmph, the fool was determined to play hard to get. No man could resist me and he was an idiot for even trying. I pushed him onto a table and locked the door.
“Listen to me, Logan. I’m quite aware that you’re dating Darnetta. I’m also quite aware that you’re a man. All men love pussy. At least real men do.”
I lowered his tuxedo jacket off his shoulders just enough to constrict his arm movement and then I started undoing his cummerbund.
“You love pussy, Logan?”
“Yes, but—”
I put my fingers to his lips. “Then shut the hell up!”
I ran my fingers through his curly brown hair with one hand while I caressed his dick through his pants with the other. “You have that exotic look that I adore. Are you from an island or something?”
“No, I’m from right here in Atlanta. My momma has some Cherokee in her, though.”
“Well, all I can say is that you’re so fine that I couldn’t leave here tonight without feeling your dick inside me.”
I knew I had his ass then. Men suck up compliments and can’t get enough of them.
“Damn!” he exclaimed. “I thought you were shy. That’s what Darnetta said.”
“Darnetta doesn’t know a damn thing about me except what she sees at work. Women who are true dick connoisseurs like me don’t have to advertise it. We keep our business private. That’s why you never have to worry about anything that transpires within these walls leaving here.”
I hooked my foot around a chair and pulled it closer so I could sit down. Then I undid the clasp on his pants and yanked his zipper. Time was of the essence so I plunged right in the second I had his dick in clear view. It was a scrumptious dick, too.
Someone came and knocked at the door. We both fell silent until we heard footsteps walking away down the hall.
Logan whispered, “Oh, no! We have to come to our senses!”
I glanced up at him and said, “Sense this.” Then I deep throated him again.
He was right, though. My purpose was more about self-preservation than sex. So I pushed him back until he lay flat on the table, slipped off my panties, and mounted him. I rode him fast and quick for a few minutes, gathered my things together and headed for the door.
Logan looked dumbfounded. “What was that all about?”
I turned around. “Just something I wanted and I always get what I want.”
He shook his head in dismay. “Are you going to tell Darnetta?”
I smirked. “Why would I do that? Just tell Darnetta and Mason that I fell ill and decided to catch a cab home. I’ve had enough of this event to last me a lifetime.”
I walked out the room, found the rear exit, and jetted. After getting settled in the back of a cab that I flagged down, I couldn’t help but laugh. Let Jon try to get closer to Mason. I already had my game in order.
16
jonquinette
I woke up lying in the middle of my living room floor. My head was splitting from a migraine and I was wearing only a bra and panties. I didn’t remember anything: leaving the wedding, the ride home, nothing. I wondered if I had done something crazy in front of Darnetta. Heaven forbid I had done something ridiculous in front of Mason.
I debated about calling Darnetta to make sure she’d gotten home okay and to snoop around about what had happened. Then I glanced at the clock and realized it was after two o’clock in the morning. I wouldn’t call anyone’s house that late. Not in a million years.
I decided to go to bed and deal with whatever happened in the morning. I had just crawled under my covers when a knock came at the door. Startled, I sat up in the bed and listened to see if I was imagining things. Another knock came; this time louder.
I got up, threw on a robe and went to look out the peephole. Oh no! It was Mason. He must have heard me moving around because he said, “Jonquinette, I know you’re home. Can we talk?”
I spoke softly through the door. “Mason, it’s really late. Can we do this tomorrow?”
“I just wanted to make sure that you’re okay. Logan said you weren’t feeling well and that’s why you left the wedding so suddenly.”
Logan? What in the world did Logan have to do with anything? Other than a brief introduction, I hadn’t spoken five words to him.
“Um, I do have a migraine but I’ll be fine.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, positive. Have a good night.”
I glanced through the peephole again and noticed he was still standing there staring at my door. He took a deep breath, started to walk away, and then hesitated. “Jonquinette, can you just open the door for one second? I’d feel a lot better if I could just see you. It’ll give me peace of mind.”
I decided there was nothing to lose. After fingering my hair and straightening up my robe, I inched the door open. “See, I’m fine, Mason.”
He chuckled. “It would help me out if I could see more than your eyeballs.”
I opened the door completely. “Is this better?”
He eyed me up and down and I tightened my robe around my chest.
“Definitely better. Well, you look okay,” he said. He touched my forehead with his palm. “No fever. Are you sure you don’t need to see a doctor?”
“I’m sure. It was a long day and I just overdid it some. I have a history of anemia so my iron is probably low. I forgot to take my tablet earlier.”
Mason took me completely off guard by grabbing me into his arms and kissing me. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and at first I didn’t know how to react. Then something came alive inside me and I responded. It was the first time I had truly kissed a man and it felt great. He was gentle yet powerful and his arms around my waist made me feel comfortably at ease. For once, I wasn’t nervous.