Just Another Damn Love Story (11 page)

“Why were they asking you about Vespasian’s fall collection?”

Sterling shrugged.  “They were just joking.  Everybody wants to know what everyone else is planning for the fall.  But in the bigger scheme, no one really cares what the other guy is doing.  Not on this level.  Well, they care, but it doesn’t matter.  Tom is going to put out what Tom is going to put out.  Miuccia is going to put out what she is going to put out, and Marc is going to do Marc. So in the end, it really doesn’t matter.”

“Miuccia?”  Kimberly asked, lifting an inquisitive eyebrow.

“Yeah.”  Sterling said, matter of fact.  And then he caught on.  “Oh, Miuccia.  I’m sorry.  Miuccia Prada.”

“Prada?” 

“Yeah, Prada.”

Kimberly’s mouth fell slightly open.  “You know her?”

“Yeah,”  Sterling laughed.  “You do to.  She was standing next to me and talking to us half the evening.”

Kimberly gasped.  “
That woman
!  The one in the black dress!  That was her?”

Sterling nodded and laughed.

Kimberly felt like fainting.  She had been talking fashion with a fashion giant.  She felt embarrassed.  “You could have
told
me who she was!”

“I thought you knew.”

“Sterling, I’m an ad executive at a fashion magazine,”  Kimberly explained.  “I sell ads to corporate bean counters.  I
never
get to meet the type of people who I met tonight. 
Never
.   I’m not on a first name basis with anyone like that, and to be honest with you, I’ve never really met anyone who was.”

“I introduced you to them.”

Kimberly exhaled and peered out of the carriage.  “I don’t know you, Sterling.  You scare me.”

“Why?”

“One minute, I think that I have you pegged, and then you just explode my perceptions of you.  You kill my comfort with you, and make me realize that I really don’t know you.  That scares me.”

“What scares you?”

“Not knowing who you really are!”

“I’m me!  I’m Sterling Williams.  I haven’t hidden anything from you, or tried to deceive you, or been dishonest with you in any way!”

“Those people,”  Kimberly continued.  “Those ones you so nonchalantly call your friends.  Who has friends like
that
, Sterling?”

“I work at one of the largest, most prestigious fashion houses in the industry.  You don’t think that I would know the leading designers in the industry?  Come on, this is the industry that I’m in.  Those people are my peers, and some of my fiercest competitors.  We’ve worked together for various charity events, and competed on runways all over the planet.  We see each other dozens of times a year.  You don’t think that we would talk to one another and eventually develop a friendship?”

Kimberly thought about it, and grudgingly nodded.  He was right.  This was the industry that he was in.  He was an executive at a major design house.  He would know many of the world’s top designers.  What was wrong with her?  Why was she acting the way she was acting?  Was she subconsciously trying to drive him away?  Was she trying to ruin things before they got started?

“Why are you trying to put me inside a neat little box, Kim?”  Sterling asked softly.  “I’ve never tried to put you in one.  Yesterday, we talked about Black love, and what it meant to us.  Well, one other thing that it means to me, is giving the person you love, the freedom to be their self.  Love is unconditional acceptance of the person as they are, and not as you want them to be.  Love me as Sterling, and all that I am.  And I will love you as Kimberly, and all that that entails.”

“Driver, take us to the Marriott,”  Kim said.

“The Marriot?”  Sterling asked.

Kimberly nodded.  “I want to go to my hotel.”

“Are you okay?”  Sterling asked.

Kimberly nodded.  “I’m perfect, Sterling.”

*****

Kimberly pulled Sterling into her motel room, and kissed him with the ferocity of a wild lioness.  She wanted to devour every inch of him.  He was a kind, sensitive, intelligent, educated, super sexy man.  He had taste, and style, and he wasn’t some under cover brother.  He stayed well groomed and well manicured, and yet he never obsessed over his looks.  He was a well grounded, Christian man, with a belief in God, and a knowledge of history.  He was everything that she had dreamed about having in a man, and then some.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Kim?”  Sterling asked.

She nodded.  “Are you ready?”

“I’m ready,”  he told her.  “The questions is, are you.  I don’t share my body with just anyone.  If we do this, then this means that we are in a monogamous relationship.  Are you ready for that kind of commitment?  Are you ready to commit to a serious relationship?”

Kimberly pulled him close and kissed him again, giving him his answer.

Sterling ran his hand over her blouse, unbuttoning it slowly.  He lifted her into the air, and carefully carried her to the bed.  Kimberly laid back on the bed, not knowing if she was truly ready to give herself to this man.  Sterling parted her shirt, and kissed her stomach with tiny pecks, working his way around her navel and up the center of her torso. 

“Here, unfasten this,”  Kimberly said, breathing heavily.  She arched her back, giving him room to slide his hand beneath her, and undo the clasp on her bra.  Sterling deftly performed the maneuver with one hand, freeing her breast for his consumption.  Which he did immediately. 

Sterling took her right nipple into his mouth and sucked gently.  The warmth of his mouth and gentle suction made her ready to explode.  It had been a while since a man had done this to her.

“Oh, Sterling!”

Sterling’s tongue made its way to her other breast, where he engulfed it.  Again, she felt herself ready to explode.  Sterling worked his way down her body to her navel where he paused, and deftly unfastened the clasp on her skirt.  Kimberly slid her skirt, hosiery, and underwear down, and then kicked it off onto the floor.  She climbed further back onto the bed, and laid back once again.

Sterling kissed Kim around her belly button, and then moved further south.  Kim opened her legs, and Sterling parted her paradise with his tongue.  It surprised her.

“Oh, Sterling!”  Kimberly moaned, arching her back, and gripping his head.

Sterling worked his tongue.  His strokes were deep, lashing strokes.  He licked slowly at first, building in pace with each of her passionate moans.  Kim found that she couldn’t control herself.  She clasped his head and gyrated her waist, while moaning uncontrollably.

“Sterling!”

Sterling took her labia into his mouth and sucked and licked alternately.  The suction pressure on her labia caused her to orgasm fiercely.  Kimberly arched her back and cried out passionately.  It felt as though she had a river flowing inside of her.

"Sterling, I'm about to..."

Sterling placed his mouth over her vagina, and sucked with the intensity of a Hoover vacuum.  His suction caused her to immediately orgasm a second time.  The streaming juices inside of her raced through her vagina and into Sterling mouth.  She could feel her cum being sucked out of her, and it caused her to let out a passionate cry.

"
Oh.... Sterling!  Oh, God!  Sterling! Oh, help...me...
"

Sterling unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the floor.  Then off came his t shirt, and then his shoes, socks, and trousers.  Kimberly kissed him all over his chest, pulling off his underwear, and then pulling him onto her.  She wanted him inside of her badly.  She
needed
him inside of her.

“Come on,”  she said softly, almost pleading.

They kissed passionately once again.  Her tongue gliding over his neck.  His mouth engulfing her ear lobe.  They fumbled with one another clumsily in their hurried passion.   Kimberly lifted her right leg, and then guided Sterling into her.

“Oh!”  she cried out, as he plunged into her deeply.  “Sterling!”

“Oh, Kim!”  he grunted.

Sterling began to gyrate slowly, while beneath him Kimberly found her rhythm counter-clockwise.  She didn’t know whether it was because she hadn’t been with a man in a long time, or whether it was because he was well endowed, but she quickly found herself reaching another climax.  Her nails dug into Sterling’s muscular back as she came like there was no tomorrow.

“Sterling!”  she cried out.  “What are you doing to me?”

Sterling was concentrating on other things.  He was busy kissing her neck and face, and twisting, grinding, and digging deep inside of her.

“Sterling,”  she tried to speak, but found her mouth being muffled by kisses.  He was stroking hard, and the fact that she couldn’t get a word in edge wise, really turned her on.  He was handling his business in a way that none before him had.  He had her open in a hotel bed, punishing her deeply, and all she could do was hold him tightly and moan.

“Sterling!”  she cried out, cumming once again.

What had she gotten herself into, she wondered?  She hadn’t been sexed like this before.  He was deep inside of her stomach, and he wasn’t showing any signs of letting up anytime soon.  She had heard of experiences like this.  Even dreamed of it.  Being punished by a King Kong dong all night long, and being damn near helpless to stop it.  The only thing she could do was go along for the ride.  She just hoped that she would be able to walk in the morning.  It would be embarrassing to try to climb out of bed and fall flat on her face.

“Sterling,”  Kimberly moaned and breathed in heavily.  He didn’t answer, as he was too busy sticking and jabbing.  Kimberly adjusted beneath him and got comfortable.  She knew that she was in for a long night.  He had been at it for more than forty five minutes already, and he hadn’t even broken a sweat.

Chapter Fourteen

Mia pulled her panties from between her buttocks and seated herself between Brittany’s legs.  Brittany rubbed conditioner on Mia’s hair, and then commenced to brushing.  Kimberly turned away from the wall of windows toward them.

“I don’t know what else to say,”  Kimberly said, exhaling.

“Girl, tell us again about how
hung
Mr. Sterling was?”  Brittany said laughing.

“See, that’s what I’m talking about!”  Kimberly told them.

“What?”  Brittany asked, turning her palms up.

“What are you talking about?”  Mia asked, exchanging glances with Brittany.

“You two only hear what you want to hear!”  Kim protested. 

“What?”  Mia asked, smiling.

“I poured my heart out to you, and the only thing you heard was how big he was, and how he screwed my brains out until the sun came up!” 

“Ummmm,” Brittany moaned, and placed the corner of a pillow between her teeth and bit down.

“See!”   Kim said protesting.  “You nasty bitches only care about the freaky shit!”

Mia and Brittany exchanged glances and laughed heartily. 

“Kim, you’re making a mountain out of a mole hill,”  Mia told her.

“Yeah, he doesn’t seem like a bad guy,”  Brittany added.

“I just don’t know,”  Kimberly whined.  “Guys, I’m here because I need your help.  Give me some advice.  Some of that good sisterly advice that you always manage to give.”

“Kim, you don’t need our advice,”  Brittany told her.  “Since when do you need someone else to tell you how
your
heart feels?”

Kimberly exhaled, shook her head, and peered out of the window once more.  “I just don’t know about him.  There’s something that’s just not right, something that I can’t put my finger on.”

“But you slept with him
anyway
?”  Mia asked, lifting an eyebrow.

“Yeah, but…”  Kim stuttered, trying to find the right words.  “Sometimes, he makes you feel as if you are the only two people on the planet.  He’s warm and sincere, kind, thoughtful, full of this beautiful insight.  But…”

“But what?” Brittany asked.  “But he knows a lot of celebrities, so what!”

“Yeah, like when’s that ever been a
bad
thing?”   Mia added.

“No, you two don’t understand!”  Kimberly told them.  “He was play wrestling with
Tom Ford
, like they were
brothers
or something.  It was crazy!”

“Okay?”  Mia said, turning her palms up.

“Okay?  Okay!”  Kim began pacing frantically.  “This is Tom Ford we’re talking about!  Mr. Gucci himself!  And then he’s talking to Ralph Lauren, Marc Jacobs, Miuccia Prada like they were just family members or something.” 

Kim lifted Brittany’s electric blue, leather, Marc Jacobs bag off of the sofa and then grabbed Mia's black Prada bag off of the table, and held them both up in the air.  “
Hello
, Marc Jacobs, Miuccia Prada!  We have their
handbags
!  And this man knows them
personally
?  C’mon, guys, isn’t that just a little freaky to you?  Doesn’t that spook you just a
little
?”

“
Hell no
!”  Mia said.  “
Girl
, I’d be trying to get the hook up!”

Brittany and Mia hi-fived, and then Brittany placed her hand to the side of her face like she was talking on a cell phone.  “Yo, Miuccia!  Girl, when’s your next bag coming out, and can you send me one before it hits the stores.  You know how we do it!”

“Right!”  Mia said, again hi-fiving Brittany.

“Kim you are going crazy, over something that you don’t need to go crazy about,”  Brittany told her.  “He’s a good man.  Well educated, helluva job, handsome, treats you like a princess…”

“And can go all night!”  Mia added.  “Bitch you’re tripping!”

Kimberly placed her hands over her face and then rubbed her eyes.  “You two don’t get it, and there’s no way to explain it to you.”

“Kim, do you like him?”  Brittany asked.

Kimberly peered out of the window toward the Hudson.  The sun was reflecting off of the water, giving it a brilliant, red-orange glow.  It was beautiful.  She thought about Brittany’s question.  She thought that she knew that answer to it; in fact, she thought that she had figured that one out a long time ago.