No Ordinary Love (36 page)

“No,” Trina said.

“Okay.”

Trina went into her bedroom and searched for something slinky to wear. She disrobed completely and put on some aqua-green panties and the orange and black flannel shirt.
These panties aren’t exactly blue, but they’ll have to do.
She unbuttoned the flannel shirt to her breastbone.
I am a mismatched woman about to have a man run his fingers through her hair.

After getting the shampoo and conditioner and two towels from the bathroom, she went to the kitchen sink and ran some hot water mixed with a little cold water.

“I want you to stand behind me,” Trina said. “I’m going to wet my hair first.” She spread out the towel on the sliver of counter in front of the sink. “I want you to get close to me to make sure I get all my hair wet.”

“Okay.”

Tony moved closer.

That’s the way to do it,
Trina thought.
Get all up in my booty.

She put her head under the faucet and soaked her hair. “Is it all wet?”

Tony moved even closer. “Yes.”

He’s practically splitting my booty in two!
“Fill your hands with shampoo.” She heard a long squirting sound. “Now work it into my scalp. If you need more shampoo, just add more.”

“Okay.”

Trina nearly fainted when Tony vigorously worked the shampoo into her scalp. She felt his bulge grow when she reached back to grab his buttocks. “You’re good at this.”

“Thank you,” Tony said.

“It is all soapy?”
Am I all juicy? Oh, yes.

“Yes,” Tony said.

“Rinse your hands.”

He did.

“I’m going to rinse off now,” Trina said. “Stay very close to me so you can see any suds I miss.”

Tony pressed hard against her. “I am close.”

I feel you, man. Whoo. And I’m getting closer.
“See any suds?”

“On your ears,” Tony said.

She rinsed her ears. “See any more?”

“No.”

Trina took the towel now pinned to her chest and wrapped it around her head. She dried her face and arms off with the other towel. “Now I put conditioner in my hair. Would you like to do it?”

“Yes,” Tony said. “How much?”

“As much as your hands can hold.” She removed the towel from her head and leaned over the sink. She heard Tony squirting conditioner for a long time. “Are your hands full of conditioner yet?”

“Not yet,” Tony said. “I have big hands.”

Trina undid another button to accommodate Tony’s big hands. “Just . . . work it into my scalp and make sure you cover every bit of my hair.”

Tony worked it in.

Trina nearly fainted again. “That feels good.” Trina wiggled her buttocks against Tony.
And that feels big.
“Are you working it in?”

“Yes,” Tony said. “It is slippery.”

You’re telling me!
She undid one more button. “What do you see back there?”

“I see your hair, your neck, and your breasts,” Tony said. “Your nipples are sticking out.”

Because this counter is cold!
“Are you peeking down my shirt?”

“Yes,” Tony said.

“Do you like my breasts, Tony?” Trina whispered.

“Yes,” Tony said.

“Have you worked all the conditioner into my hair?” Trina asked.

“Yes,” Tony said.

“Rinse your hands.”

Tony did.

“I have to wait a few minutes, and then I have to rinse out all the conditioner,” Trina said. “And
then
I have to blow-dry it.” She turned to face him and undid the last button.

“Your nipples are pointy,” Tony said.

“Because the air is cold,” Trina said.

“I will warm them,” Tony said, and he covered her breasts with his hands.

Where’d my breasts go?

“Are they getting warmer?” Tony asked.

“Yes,” Trina said.
And so is this room.
“I’m going to rinse now. Make sure all the conditioner disappears, okay?”

“May I still keep your breasts warm?” Tony asked.

“Yes,” Trina said. “Don’t let go of them.” She turned and rinsed off her hair while Tony’s hot hands squeezed and caressed her breasts. “Is all the conditioner gone?”

“Yes,” Tony said.

Trina stood and dried her hair with the towel, Tony’s hands firmly gripping her breasts.
I have a pair of man’s hands where my breasts used to be.

“Your breasts are soft and warm,” Tony said.

“You can let go now,” Trina said.

Tony removed his hands.

“Let’s go to the bedroom so I can blow-dry my hair.”

“Okay.”

Trina dried her hair with a blow dryer, combing it out with her fingers, her shirt open, her forehead and nose sweaty.

“I am growing, Trina,” Tony said. He looked down at his crotch.

Trina smiled. “How am I exciting you?”
So much! He’s going to rip his pants!

“Your shirt is open and I see your breasts and your nipples are sticking out and you have sweat on your forehead and your legs are naked and your panties are wet.”

Just hearing Tony saying all that excites me, too!
“And what do you want to do about it?”

“I want to push your button,” Tony said.

“And what else do you want to do?” Trina whispered.

“I want to put my erect penis into your moist vagina,” Tony said. “It is time, Trina.”

Trina turned off the blow dryer. “Yes, it is.” She threw back the covers, removed her shirt and panties, and parted her legs.

Tony took off his pants and underwear. “Tell me what to do.”

“First we’ll need a condom,” Trina said.

Tony blinked. “I do not have a condom.”

Neither do I. Hmm.

“Why do we need a condom?” Tony asked.

“Um, well . . .”
I shouldn’t be worried about STDs with Tony since he has never been with another woman, but he
could
get me pregnant. Would that be so bad?

“I will go get a condom,” Tony said.

I have a feeling we’d need a full box, and I don’t want to wait any longer!
“No, it’s okay.” Trina stretched out her arms. “Come down here.”

Tony crawled onto the bed. “I am excited, Trina.”

“So am I.” She hooked her legs around his thighs and felt the tip of his penis rubbing against her vulva. “You have never done this with another woman before, right?”

“I have never done this before,” Tony said. “Tell me what to do.”

“You’re doing it, Tony,” Trina said, and she guided him inside her.
That’s . . . that’s gooooood . . .

Tony moaned and thrust several times. “Oh, Trina. I am coming.”

I want to cry! A man came the second he was inside me.

Tony pushed himself up and looked down between Trina’s legs. “I am a part of you, Trina. I see white and brown. It feels like a hand is holding me.”

She pressed on his back. “You don’t have to stop moving.”

“I will not stop.” Tony started a slow grind. “Am I doing it right?”

Hell yes!
“You have a nice rhythm.”

Tony smiled. “The bed is making noise.”

“Are you going to write a song about this?”
Please say yes!

“No,” Tony said. “This music will stay in my head.” He thrust deeper and looked down. “It is almost all the way in.”

That thing will never go all the way in.
“Don’t stop.”

He moved back slightly and picked up her legs. “I am going in and out of you.”

“Yes,” Trina whispered.

“You did not have an orgasm when I did,” Tony said.

“It’s . . . different this way,” Trina said. “It takes me longer, unless . . . unless you press my button.”

Tony used his right thumb to make small circles on her clitoris. “Like this?”

“Yes,” Trina whispered.

“You are very wet,” Tony said. “I hear squishing sounds.”

“Because you’re making me wet,” Trina moaned. “You are exciting me.”

“I do not know how,” Tony said. “Tell me how.”

Trina propped herself up on her elbows. “Your penis is thick and long and fills me completely. Your fingers are soft and smooth. Your muscles are big and well-defined. You’re rubbing my clitoris. You’re looking into my eyes. You’re holding my legs tightly. Everything that’s happening excites me.”
Oh, shit, here I come!
She grabbed his buttocks and pulled him deep inside her. “Oh, Tony. Yes! Oh, yes!”

Tony slid his hands down her legs under her buttocks. “Oh Trina, I am coming, too.”

Oh, I’m going to be so sore tomorrow.
“Please kiss me, Tony,” Trina whispered.

Tony pressed his lips against hers.

Trina shot her tongue into his mouth and tried to suck Tony’s tongue out of his head.

Tony pulled back. “Your tongue danced with my tongue.”

Trina smiled. “I was wrestling with your tongue, not dancing.”

Tony looked down. “Where is my sperm?”

Trina turned him until she was on top. “It’s inside me now.”

“To make a baby,” Tony said.

My last period was . . . two weeks ago. I think.
“Maybe.” She lay flat on his chest.

Tony rubbed Trina’s back. “I am happy, Trina.”

Trina closed her eyes. “I am happy, too, Tony.”
I will never be lonely again. And he’s still hard! How is this possible? He’s still hard inside me.
“Tony?”

“Yes?”

“Do you really want to go to Chinatown in the morning?”

“Yes,” Tony said. “I know all the streets.”

“What if I want to stay here with you?” Trina asked.
And do this some more.

Tony smiled. “Chinatown will still be there if we stay here.”

She sat up and started to grind. “You’re right.” She braced herself on his chest. “Tony?”

“Yes?”

“Your penis is, um, still hard,” Trina said.

“Yes,” Tony said.

“This isn’t normal,” Trina said.

“I am doing something wrong,” Tony said.

“Oh, no,” Trina said. “You’re not doing anything wrong. You’re doing everything right. It’s just that . . . after most men have an orgasm, they stop being hard.”

“I am not most men,” Tony said.

“No, you’re not.” She arched her back and moved her legs forward. “You are by far the best lover I have ever had.” She pulled Tony’s hands to her breasts.

“You are the only lover I have ever had,” Tony said.

Oh, this is so good! And we’re talking while we’re having sex.
“What goes through your mind when we’re . . . making love?”

“There is so much,” Tony said.

“What do you see?”

“I see your eyes and your teeth and the palms of your feet and your mouth and your breasts and your nipples and your firm brown buttocks and your vagina and your stomach and your legs and your button and your tongue.”

She plunged down and stopped. “You see all that?”

“Yes,” Tony said. “And I see gold and brown and tan and dark brown and black and white. I hear your breath. I hear your whispers. I hear your sighs. I hear your body moving against mine. I hear your moans. I smell your hair. I smell your sweat. I smell your vagina. I smell your breath. I taste your lips, your tongue, and your skin. I feel your hot skin. I feel your sweat. I feel your silky hair, your buttocks, your breasts, and your pointy nipples.”

He uses all of his senses to make love to me. I wish I could do that.
“Do you see, hear, smell, taste, and feel all that now?”

“Yes.”

“It sounds intense,” Trina said.
And I want more intensity.
She eased off of him and turned around, resting on her knees and her elbows. “What do you see now?”

“I see your firm brown buttocks and your vagina,” Tony said.

Oh geez. Talk dirty to me, man.
“Do you like my firm brown buttocks?”

“Yes.”

She felt him squeezing her buttocks fiercely.

“They are soft and firm brown buttocks,” Tony said.

“Put yourself inside me.”

She felt the bed shift. She felt his hands on her hips. She felt his penis entering her. “What do you feel when you press against my firm brown buttocks?”

“I feel your hot legs against mine,” Tony said. “I feel my hands on your hot hips. I feel my penis going into and out of your vagina. I smell your hair. I smell your vagina. I taste the sweat on your back. And I hear . . .” He began pumping her rapidly. “The things I hear, Trina.”

“What do you hear?”
He is crushing my booty!

“I hear music, Trina,” Tony panted. “I hear very loud drums. I want to shout, Trina.”

She reached down and furiously rubbed her clitoris. “Go ahead and shout, Tony. I’m about to come!”

“Trina!” Tony yelled.

Holy shit! Tony can yell, and now I’m . . .
“Yes, Tony! Oh yes!”
Don’t . . . stop . . . pumping . . . me . . . please! I see rainbows, rainbows, rainbows!

Tony’s body continued to slap against hers until he moaned and plunged himself deep inside her. “Oh, Trina, oh, God, I am coming. . . .”

Trina collapsed onto the bed.

Tony eased out of her.

Trina turned over.

Tony covered her, his head on her shoulder, his eyes staring into hers.

“Tony?”

“Yes.”

“I know I’ve only known you for a short time, but is it okay if I love you?”

“It is okay,” Tony said.

“You are by far the easiest man on earth to love,” Trina said. “And not just because you are the world’s greatest lover.”

“I am not the world’s greatest lover,” Tony said.

“You are to me,” Trina said. “I have never felt . . . anything I just felt. And my heart feels so happy right now. I love you, Tony.”

“I am glad you love me, Trina,” Tony said. “I want to love you, too.”

She kissed his lips tenderly. “I know you do, Tony.”

“I do not feel love,” Tony said.

“Even if you don’t feel you love me, you do,” Trina said. “I feel your love for me. And one day, you will feel love for me, too.”

“I need more practice,” Tony said. “I want to practice loving you for the rest of my life.”

Trina held him tightly, a few tears spilling from her eyes.

I hope we live until we’re one hundred and fifty.