THE VIXEN

Chapter Twelve

'Ding dong' the doorbell rang at Vixen's condo. 'It was 4 o'clock already,' she thought. She went to the mirror in the corner of her bedroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a deep violet purple V-neck cashmere sweater, a pair of dark wash denim jeans that were hugging her every curve and a pair of black Minolo Blanik ridging boots. She had tied a purple scarf around the pony tail she had put into her hair and finished off with a pair of 5 caret diamond studs and the tennis bracelet that Daniel had given her for her birthday. I hope this is okay. Vixen had been surprised when Daniel had called her the night before and said, "I'm gonna pick you up at four tomorrow for our dinner and wear something casual."

"What, Daniel? That is not dinner that is lunch" she had said.

Thinking to herself, 'he's changed his mind and he wants to get the date out of the way.' She knew he would come to his senses eventually. It had been a week since Daniel had made her cum with just his lips and fingers. She had been so shocked and embarrassed at the party that she had left about twenty minutes after she had gotten back to the table. Daniel had waited to return to the table about five minutes after she had and spent the entire time staring at her. Vixen was so confused at what had happened. What game was he playing? She knew that she was not going to figure it out that night so she had enjoyed some more time with her friends and then made her excuses and left. She had noticed that Sal had taken a strong liking to Nya, which Vixen thought was ironic and funny, while Jackie had done everything but get naked and give him a blow job in front of the masses to get his attention.

Nya was trying not to punch him and he would not take his eyes off her. They had gotten outside and the chauffer was helping them into the car.

"I feel like a post man and Cujo just spotted me under the porch," Nya said to Vixen.

Vixen had laughed hysterically saying, "Why Cujo?"

Nya had given her the 'girl, please' look and said, "You know I think they smell like a wet dog!" Vixen even giggled now thinking of that.

"Well did he? Smell like dog, I mean," Vixen had asked Nya.

"No, he smelled like 'give momma some good lovin', which is disturbing! That is it. I am not kicking it with you no more. You have killed another stereotype and the shit is starting to get on my nerves!" Nya had said frowning.

Vixen knew that her friend was only half serious. She was not going to stop talking to her but being around people that did not treat her the way the monsters had in the south in her childhood and in college was unnerving for Nya. Vixen knew she would be fine.

'Ding dong' went the bell again. She had drifted off day dreaming. Vixen grabbed her clutch and leather jacket, turned off the light and went to answer the door.

"Just a minute," she said as she checked her makeup in the mirror in her foyer and tried to relax. 'Be still my heart' she thought when she opened the door. Daniel was wearing jeans and pair of stylish men's boots, a lilac colored long-sleeve button down shirt and a gray suede blazer. He looked gorgeous as usual as he was standing there smiling at her.

"Hi," she said as she stepped back to allow him in.

Daniel stepped in and kicked the door closed with his foot sandwiching Vixen between him and the wall. He ran one hand down her jaw while using the other to pull her so close to him they were breathing in rhythm. He took his thumb and ran it across her mouth as he leaned in closer. Daniel slowly slipped his tongue into her mouth, tasting and testing as if she was a tasty new delectable dessert. Unable to wait, he put both arms around her and pulled her close to him kissing her deeply. Tongues sucking and licking, this was a passion that Vixen had never known.