Surrendering Affair

Chapter 8*

After a long while of sitting and chatting, both Ricky and I stood up from the couch. As I bent over to pick up the candle from the coffee table, Ricky fidgeted with his hands. As I reached out for Ricky, he clasped his hand in mine. With a smooth stride I guided him to my bathroom. My robe was still practically a skirt. Everything above my waist was exposed... my breasts, stomach and from Ricky's perception, my back.

Ricky stood in the bathroom and looked down at himself. He was shirtless, pants were unbuttoned. Neither of us could hardly see, I anticipated the sight of the mess he'd made on himself. "Stay in here. I'll come back with more candles."

As I handed Ricky the candle that was in my hand, the white cream he had on his stomach was illuminated. His lips parted as he stared down at himself as if he were in disbelief.

Once again I made my way over to my bedroom. In the dark I navigated my way toward the side table. Shuffling through the drawer, I found another candle. Then I walked off to my dresser, feeling around in my drawers for more candles. With the waxy candles pressed against my chest, I walked back into the hallway and over to the bathroom.

To my surprise, Ricky had discarded his pants and boxers. In the tiny bathroom, I brushed past him and placed the candles along the tub. With the light of a match, I lit each and every one of them. Bending over the tub, I turned on the hot and cold knobs for the water. My robe struggled to stay on my hips, my butt peaking through the falling fabric. Ricky stood right next to me, his member hanging there. It was becoming more and more stiff once again, shaking and moving as he watched me quietly.

When the tub was finally filled, I placed a hand on his hip as I guided him toward me. Both of my hands reached around him to his backside, then slowly made their way to the front of him. One hand cupped his sack, the other wrapped around his shaft. He sucked in as I ran my hand along the rubbery cream on his stomach.

"Step inside the tub." I instructed. He did as he was told. While I stood on the outside, I got a washcloth for him. Leaning down I dipped it in the water of the tub and ran it over his body. Ricky stood there as he watched the water trickle down his stomach, the streaks curving onto his legs and into the tub. I repeated my action again, this time touching the washcloth to the nape of his neck. I bit my lip while watching the water run down his shoulder blades then over his ass.

As I filled the spongey washcloth with water again, I squeezed it on his chest, causing the water to trickle onto his member. It tensed was the water dripped around it, droplets slowly trickling off his hair.

Ricky's soft eyes stared at me while I ran the cloth all over his body. He finally spoke up as I rubbed it along his ass, then between his legs gripping his jewels.

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever been with." Ricky said as he stared at me. I paused as I gave him a look, secretly hoping he wasn't going to start getting emotional. Dipping the washcloth in the water again, I crouched down as I rubbed his shins. Ricky was persistent to get my attention. "May I take you out on Saturday?"

I laughed under my breath.

"What?" Ricky asked as I worked my way up to his thighs. "I know I haven't known you a long time, but I like you. And I want to treat you."

"You can treat me by not taking me anywhere." I mumbled. "I don't need anyone seeing me with you."

"I don't care who sees me with you." Ricky's nostrils flared. His body shook a little, he was getting cold.

"Didn't you hear me?" I held out a hand as I helped him out of the tub. "It wouldn't look right for someone like myself to be out with you. Nothing personal. It's just the way it is."

"I know you've known a few guys." Ricky looked over his shoulder as I ran a towel up and down his back. His eyes shut as I rolled it on a particular spot. Then he caught his thought again. "But to me it makes no difference."

"Rick. You're young, why don't you go out and find another girl to play that role?" I asked him as I ran the towel on the back of his neck, rolling it down to his shoulders. "And besides that, you're white."

"I don't care if I'm white!" He quickly turned around to face me. "Who gives a damn about that?"

"My people. Your grandmother..." I reminded him as I rubbed his chest. It was difficult to see anything in the dark.

"My grandmother is a Victorian relic who doesn't know anything!" Ricky mumbled in the dark. "I want you. Let me court you."

"Ricky—" We were interrupted by the lights turning back on. Ricky's partially wet naked body was under the gold-tinted incandescent light. His eyes locked on my bare breasts, then down to my hips that held up the robe. "I can't make it Saturday anyway. I've already got an engagement."

"With who?" Ricky asked quickly.

I sighed with a smirk, placing my hand on his cheek. "Go upstairs. Get some rest."

Almost in defeat, Ricky got dressed. He stepped outside the bathroom door and looked back. Then he began heading into my living room.

Then something dawned on me. "Wait a moment!" I ran after him. Ricky turned back with hope. Little did he know what I was about to say was far from what he wanted to hear. "You can't go out there. Someone will see you heading upstairs. You'd better take the fire escape."

"You're really going out of your way to hide me." Ricky said under his breath. "As if you can't stand to see me."

"Don't be so difficult." I crossed my arms over my chest. I ran my fingers through his wet hair, combing it back. It only flopped back over his forehead, as if it wouldn't stay put. Ricky walked over to my open living room window and climbed out onto the fire escape. With one last nod, he made his way up to his apartment.

I rubbed my hand over my clammy neck as I made my way into my bedroom. Standing in front of my full body mirror, I looked at myself. Slowly I dropped my robe to the floor, the golden light of a nearby lamp shining on my brown skin. With a sigh, I made my way into the bathroom. Sitting on the side of the tub, I picked up the wet washcloth. With my eyes shut, I ran it over my overheated body.

My mind filled with memories of what just transpired. My skin tingled. Reaching down, I pulled the drain, the water swirled out of the tub.