Dancing With Skeletons

Rainier

   The next mornin when Michele went to work I couldn’t wait to call Kennedy. Kennedy said she was off that day and she wanted me to come over. At first I was a little skeptical but I was curious about her lifestyle. Kennedy gave me her address and I told her I would see her within the hour. I took my shower and threw on something casual. I snatched up my cell phone and my keys and headed out. Within the hour I was standing in front of 2148 Grand Ave. I rang the doorbell and waited. I heard her voice say “Hello,” through the speaker box. I cleared my throat and said “It’s me, Rainier,” I heard her squeal and then “I’ll be down in a minute,” the door sprung open and there she stood, a goddess in booty shorts and a tank top. I licked my lips outta habit when she kissed my cheek and took my hand. “There’s no need to be nervous, I want bite unless you want me to,” My dick jumped at the thought but I was not prepared.

   I ventured inside and I was wide mouth at all the art work on display. There were amazing paintings of men whipping women and vice versa. There were also sculptures spread throughout her apartment of men and women alike engaging in some sure fire sex. The many positions on display were mind boggling. I’ve never seen anything like it. Kennedy walked up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist. She chuckled a little and asked “Are you okay…?” I swallowed the lump in my throat and said “Umm, yea,” I turned to face her and when I did she kissed my lips. At first I pulled away but I wanted to kiss her so I did. Kennedy led me to a place in her back bedroom. The lights in this room were red and the art work was more erotic yet dark. Kennedy removed her tank top and her breasts were perfect at least to me they were. She sat down in a chair and beckoned me over.

   I stood in front of Kennedy with a hard on that could tear down the meanest brick wall. Kennedy smiled up at me and said “Nice,” I looked down and said “Thank you,” she smiled and said “Rain, get those silk scarves over there on that shelf for me,” I followed her finger as she pointed. I walked over and retrieved the scarves and brought them back to her. She smiled and said “Thank you,” but then she turned and said “Can you please tie my hands to the back of the chair…?” I took the scarves and walked around to the back of the chair and there were tie holes embedded in the chairs back. I looped the scarves through and tied her wrist but not too tight.  Kennedy leaned forward and moaned. I was lost for words. She then told me to pull off my belt. I was like “Ooo…kay,” once my belt made that whooshing sound. I could see Kennedy’s body tremble in anticipation. I asked “What would you have me do next…?” she laughed and I mean deep when she said “Give me my lashes,” I raised my eyebrow and was like “Huh,” she said “Across my back, hit my back Rain,” The first lick was kinda soft and the second and third I was kinda getting the swing of things when she moaned and said “Harder,” I was in that room sweating like a Hebrew slave and all you heard was the swooshing of my belt and her cries of ecstasy.

   To be honest I fucked up, and the reason I say this is, is because I looked up into the mirror above the door. I looked all deranged, hell my teeth were bare and I was sweating and breathing hard. I dropped the belt on the floor in mid swing and told Kennedy that I couldn’t do it. I untied her wrist and walked out of the room and straight out the front door.

   Later on that nite, I went home and showered and prepared dinner for Michele. This was something I hadn’t done in a minute. Something that I knew she missed. I ran her bath water and scattered rose petals across the bubbles. I laid her nite clothes out on the bed and waited for her arrival. Michele came in exhausted as usual. She bent down and kissed my lips and said “What smells so good…?” I kissed her lips and said “I cooked all your favorites," she looked at me and asked “Is there something you need to tell me,” I shook my head and stood. I grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom where she sat down and I removed her shoes. I rubbed her feet just a little and then led her to the bathroom.

   Michele looked at me rather strange and asked “Rain, what’s goin on…?” I shook my head and said “Nothing babe, just enjoy your bath, while I prepare your plate,” I fixed Michele’s plate and wrapped it in foil and placed it in the oven. I then went back into the living room where I turned on the television. Within the hour Michele emerged from the bedroom and headed towards the kitchen. I heard things being moved around and then the sound of the microwave beeped. I heard her slippers as they slid across the hardwood flooring. Michele sat down beside me and asked “How was your day…? Did you go job hunting as promised…?” I looked at her and said “Yea, I went and put in some applications. How was your day…?” she smiled through a mouth full of mash potatoes and said “Do you remember Ricky from Human Resources…?” I looked at her and said “Yea,” she placed her fork down and wiped her mouth and said “He made a pass at me today,” I sat my beer down on the coffee table “Oh really and what did you do,” she looked at me as if I had three heads and said “I told him I was in a relationship. Shit, he knows that…” I picked up my beer and headed to the bedroom. I could hear Michele calling me but I paid her no attention.

   That nite there was no love making because I didn’t feel right sexing my fiancé with Kennedy on the brain. So, I just held her close and prayed for a better tomorrow.