Lucy's Boo

Chapter 18

Thursday. A relatively quiet day. The weather is warming nicely, making each day that much more pleasurable. When my last class was over, I made the plan to run to the store to get some items I needed for my trip this weekend. I consider myself calm whenever I know that I have pending plans with Irv. This time around, calm was nowhere insight. We talked every night, planning each second of my upcoming visit.

Sex. s*x. and yes, s*x.

I make it home around 2pm. Exhausted. Mentally, emotionally drained. I go into my closet and get my totebag, and begin to pack. I have an incoming call.

"Hey momma."

"Hello darling. You know, it's not ok to go days without talking to your mother."

My mom swears I am still ten years old and should call her everyday. I love her, but she works my nerves with that.

Gathering my patience, I respond. "I know. I know. I will do better. Promise. How are things?"

"All is well. You know your father has been doing a lot of DIY's around the house."

I am amused by the idea of my father attempting any manual labor. He never the handy type growing up. Quick to hire someone else to do the work. Being retired must have him bored.

"Your brother plans on coming home this weekend. Will you be gracing us with your presence?"

"Oh, no. I'm sorry momma. Not going to make it this weekend." I hold my breath, hoping she doesn't ask me why.

"And why not?" Damnit momma. Ok, what can I say that's convincing.

"Because I have a paper that I need to finish." Not 100% a lie.

"So you can't come home because of a paper that you can complete here?"

"Adam will not let me get any work done and you know this momma."

"Alright. Well, it would be nice if you came home every once in awhile. I miss you."

My mother has always had an issued with being separated from me and my brother. My father was always gone due to his job and for the longest, it was just the three of us. I think my dad resent our closeness, and even now tries to make up for the time missed.

"I'll be home soon. Maybe we can meet for lunch next week." Deep down, I wish I could confide in my mother about what happened with me, but the last thing I want to do is traumatize her.

"Oh, lunch would be wonderful sweetie. We can go to that pizza place in Atlantic Station. What's the name of it?"

I laugh. "California Pizza, ma."

"Yes! California Pizza. Perfect."

"Ok. Let's plan it out more next week. I've got to run." Irv is calling in on the other line.

"Sure honey. I love you. Call me later, ok?"

"I love you too momma. I will talk to you later."

I click over.

Switching to my most sensual of voices, I answer the phone seductively.

"Hello there."

Must not have worked. He is cracking up on the other end.

"That's rude." I retort.

"I'm sorry. It was cute though."

"Whatever. What can I do for you?"

"I can picture plenty that you can do for me." From the sound of his voice, I am in for a while ride. 

"Are you packed?" 

"Almost. Putting my last few items in my bag. I plan to get on the road by 4. I'll be there by dinner time."

"Perfect. Dinner is your first surprise."

"Surpise? I am pretty fond of surprises and food. Will there be dessert?" 

"Absolutely." I swear this man should teach a class on seduction. The level of arousal achieved with just him saying a simple word, is a talent every woman needs in the nightstand.

"I am all ready for it." I say barely able to contain myself.

Irv switches back to business. "Ok. Let me know when you get on the road. I am eagerly awaiting your arrival. I have missed you terribly." 

Ending our phone call, I gather my essentials and my bag. I make my usual stop in the kitchen before leaving home. I leave a note for Laura, reminding her of my plans for the weekend. I take an piece of fruit from the bowl on the counter, and gleefully I head out the door.

Fresh evening air flows through the my window. R&B jams playing over Pandora, add an upbeat soundtrack to my thoughts. 

My thoughts.

They always get the best of me. I often wondered why I was given the talent of overthinking. Some situations, it has been my saving grace. Thinking so much that I lterally have a conversation with myself. (No I don't answer). Since going to college, I had a plan. A plan that mapped my life out step by step, with the hopes of avoidng most of the bullshit life has to offer. 

How is it going? Seems like I'm sucking pretty damn bad at it. Yes, the highs are magnificent. The lows. The lows make we want to curl up and die. School has been my saving grace. Lord knows where I would be if I there was no way to occupy my time. Life seems to have a way of harassing me in waves. First it was Mario, then Travis. Dillan wanted to show his ass,  so now he is added to the list of douchebags. We all know who the constant has been...Irv.

I send a text telling him that I am about thrity minutes away. Those pesky butterflies make their grand entrance.

 I will be glad when this phase goes away. 

Right on schedule, I arrive at Irv's home. I love how beautifully lit the landscape is at night. A small tropical oasis, a rarity in Alabama.

Irv is at the door waiting, even before I step out of the car.

"Finally" he said, voice booming in the night silence.

"Finally!" I repeat. Thankful I made it.

His walk, deliberate, Irv strolls over to me. Undressing me he seems with his eyes as I watch his head move up and down. Scanning.

Dressed in a burgundy tunic top, paired with black leggings and sneakers, I stand next to my car. 

Goodness. This man looks good in anything. His usual casual dress, jogging pants and a tshirt, is altered a bit by the wearing of jeans.

I don't know why, but he gets sexier each time I see him.

"Hey you!" Irv sweeps me off my feet, picking me up. I scream and laugh at the same time. Placing me back on solid ground, Irv moves my hair from over my face. He places his hand gently under my chin, tilting my head back, offering my gaze to meet his. I smile as he leans in for a kiss. 

I melt like butter in a frying pan.

Time stood still. 

Strong, yet soft, hands run the lenghts of my back, ensuring they greated all parts of me. The feeling of his his silk like skin under my hands in tantilizing. 

After our passionate greeting, Irv gets my bad from the trunk and we walk towards the house. The smell of freshly cooked bread seeps out the cracked front door.

"That smells amazing! I'm starving." I cross the threshold and am stopped dead in my steps.

"What is all of this?"

Standing in the foyer, I look ahead to the newly redecorated living room. In the middle where the coffe table should be, is a small dinette table, place settings for two. I turn my head to look at Irv, who is beaming.

He boosts. "Told you I had a surprise."

Dim lighting illuminates our path. Kenny G is serenading me with every step I take. Candles sit in the middle of the table.

I am instructed to wait while Irv takes my things into his bedroom. He reappears with the most amazing arrangement of red and white roses, along with a little small gift bag. He guides me to the table, pulls out my chair and gestures for me to have a seat. 

"I need to wash my hands first."

"Ok." He replies.

I hurridly make my way to the hall bathroom. I am startled by a man standing and the table waiting for me.

"Good evening. My name is Oliver. I am your cook and host for the evening." He helps me back into my seat.

"Irv! You did all of this?" 

Nonchalantly he says, "I phoned in a few favors."

Oh did he...must be nice.

"May I get you a beverage? Perhaps a glass of wine?" Oliver's french accent is think, but understandable.

"Yes. A glass of wine would be great."

Oliver walks to the kitchen. I can hear the cork pop on the bottle.

"I can't believe you went through this trrouble for me." I say while reaching for his hand.

"Hell, I have to eat too." He chuckles.

I yank my hand back, showing my displeasure in his sarcasm. He notices.

"And this was no trouble. I have known Oliver for years and asked if he would be willing to cook something special for us." Irv reaches his hand over, takes is, and plants one on my knuckles.

I blush.

"It is a very lovely gesture, Irv. I appreciate it very much."

Oliver comes back with two glasses of red wine. He heads back to the kitchen, returning with our salads.

"Pepper?" he asks. I nod.

I offer to bless the food, but Irv insists he do it. 

Prayer ends and together we say, "Amen."

I try not to show how hungry I actually. In my rush to get here, I didn't stop once to grab a bite to eat. In front of me was a ceasar salad, with fresh grated cheese, and a light dressing that tastes like it was made from scratch. A sip of wine to wash it down and my appetite is curved, for now.

Talking to him face to face has my heart racing. Never recognized how much I truly enjoyed him. Ever present in my mind, Irv has always been my way of escaping.

Oliver quietly removes our plates, as to not distrupt our intimate discussion. We avoid all subjects involving work and school, focusing on his plans for the weekend. Our main course is parmesan chicken, served with spaghetti and marinara sauce. The freshly baked bread that greeted me at the door, now sits in the middle of the table,

"Enjoy." Oliver says, then turns a walks away.

I inhale. Absorbing all the wonderfulness emitting from my plate.

"This smells fantastic!" I am salivating at the mouth. 

I take a bite, savoring it, allowing all of the flavors to have a dance party with my taste buds.

There is about ten minutes of no talking. Forks and knives banging against our plates, finding gratification with every forkful.

Irv is the first to break the silence.

"I have someone meeting us at 10 in the morning so we can complete your documents for France. It shouldn't take longer than an hour."

Great! A distraction.

 His honey brown eyes twinkle in the light of the candles between us. Such a romantic moment, paperwork is the farthes thing from my mind. Watching him put his fork in his mouth, removing is slowly has had me contantly crossing and uncrossing my legs. 

"Sounds great. Let's just hope I want to get up in the morning." I say fully confident that I will want no parts of an early moring wake up.

In his voice of desire, he says "Don't worry. I'll get you up." With what I have playing in my mind, neither one of us is going to make it to that meeting on time.

Time for dessert. We are served my favorite: strawberry cheesecake. The plate is decorated with a drizzle design of milk chocolate, accompanied with two chocolate covered strawberries.

"I don't have any room left." I whined. Irv grins. "But, I refuse to let such deliciousness go to waste." 

"It's ok. We can wrap it up for tomorrow."

I take a sampling. By far the best cheesecake I have had. 

"Good, right?" Irv asks, intently watching the mini s*x faces I make.

"f*****g phenomenal!"

"Do you know what tastes better?" 

Irv stands. He moves over to me, standing behind my chair. He places both hands on my shoulders, instantly causing me to lay my head back. His lips graze my neck, and into my ear he whispers, "Lucy". Simultaneously, he manages to position his hand right between my thighs, grabbing her.

Ah.

I'll be damned!

 I felt an instant gush between my thighs. He has never come out and called her that. The way he said her name, was like a mating call in the wild. I take in a sharp breath. Closing my eyes, I relish in the attention he is giving to the side of my neck and behind my ear. Hot spots that were previously nonexistent.

"I think it's time we sent our guest home."

"Yep. I would say so." My words barely audible.

I can overhear Irv thanking Oliver for coming by tonight. He tells him not to worry about cleaning, and that he would take care of it later. Putting on his jacket, Oliver appears alongside Irv.

"Thank you so much for an amazing meal."

Shyly he replies, "You are very welcome. It was my pleasure."

Irv walks him out. A few moments later, he is back.

"Now, where was I?" Burning passion reflect in his eyes. I peers into me, looking to find my desires that have not yet been satisfied. He grabs my hand, motioning for me to stand. Rocking back and forth, we dance a little to the voice of Luther Vandross.

I have got to get the name of this playlist.

Focus.

"Thank you" I say as we dance. 

"For?" The word vibrates off of his lips and onto my earlobe.

"For being such a gentleman, always sweet, kind, and considerate of me." He pulls away slightly to make eye contact.

"I will never do anything other than that."

We kiss.

The song ends and we continue our intimate moment in his bedroom. I sit on the bed and he disappears. Not soon after, the sound of running water echos from the bathroom.

My eyes open wide. My mouth drops. I have an instant Lucy reaction.

Standing before me is Irv, in all of his glorious wonder. Looks like the man has been living in the gym. Abs resembled those carved on Greek statues. His love below staring at me, making me feel like a shy school girl. I walk over to him. My hands explore his body. 

I am in complete aww of his physique. Never been one to be stuck on someone's physical appearance, but when they look like they have stepped out of an underwear ad, you can help but appreciate God's creation.

"Arms up." he demands.

Irv undresses me, exposing all of my flaws. I look away.

"You are stunning. Absolutely beautiful."

He leads me into the bathroom, then helps me into the tub. 

I don't remember there being jets...

Irv slides in behind me. 

We spend a few moments letting the hot water soak into our bodies. Resting my head on his chest, I close my eyes. More and more I am aroused as he gropes my breast underneath the water. The jets of the tub inject vibrations into the water. He glides his hand down my stomach, around my waste, placing it precisely on my most sensitive area.

It sends a buzz through my body.

He begins to rub her. Fondling her. Tending to her and only her. I bask in the sensations that are building inside of me. He doesn't say a word. His hands do all the talking for him. I start to rock with the motion of his hand, creating the same slow dance we had after dinner. 

I am close. Irv senses that I am close.

"Not yet." he groans.

Redirecting his attention, he resumes washing me off and he does the same for himself. Once we are done, he is the first to get out. He helps me stand, then wraps me in a towel, picking me up out of the tthe tub. He releases the stopper allowing it to drain, and we resume next to the bed.

Dried off, I climb onto the bed. I sit with my back against the upholstered headboard. He takes the bottle of oil that was sitting next to the bed, and uses it to rub me down. He takes his time. Enjoying every moment, and so am I.

The feel of his mouth while he places kisses all over me, encourages me to guide his face below my belly button. He doesn't fight me.

As he tastes me, I squirm and yelp in delight. His tongue maddening me. Each time he does it, he hits a spot that I didn't know was there. Always a new pulsation to discover. I can taste myself on his lips. With a slow thrust, he enters me. 

I come instantly. 

With every thrust of his hips, I can feel his need to have me. There is nothing more seductive than being with a man who wants every bit of you. 

His pace builds. I am not one for eye contact, but tonight not only is he making love to my Lucy, he is making mind penetrating love to my soul. Winding his hips, he imitates the motion of the toy he purchased for me.

Of course, he beats that thing. Hands down.

From one position to the next, my body repeatedly folded like a piece of origami.

We keep at it for hours, taking minimal breaks inbetween. Window shattering orgasms coming from the both of us. 

I topple over, blissfully disgusted that I let him get the best of me. Taking a few seconds, I gather my composure. I go clean myself off and climb back into bed.  Irv repositions himself as I curl up next to him. He plays in my hair sending me off to sleep, finally forgetting the past and accepting my future.

My future with Irv.