Miasha: Secret Society

It was a little after six. Michael and I were at the park where the wedding was to take place. Derrek was already there, patiently waiting for his bride to arrive. Terry was there with a new woman on his arm. No wonder Tina had sent me two train tickets, I thought.

“Hello, Celess,” Terry said as he took his seat beside me. “Beautiful day out, hahn?”

“Yeah, very nice,” I said. “Oh, Terry, this is Michael. Michael, this is Terry, my brother-in-law-to-be.”

The two men reached over me and shook hands.

Terry finally decided to introduce his date. “And guys, this is my lovely girlfriend, Princess. Princess, Celess and Michael.”

She looked really nice and she had a pretty face, but I knew she was a man. It was just one of those things you could sense. Plus, her name was Princess. Only pets, drag queens, and strippers had names like that.

“Nice to meet you, Princess,” I said with a fake smile.

For some reason, I was jealous. I didn’t know why, considering I really didn’t like Terry and I had somebody who looked three times better than him anyway.

It was a total of fifteen people present for Tina and Derrek’s wedding-small and private just like they wanted it. There was no bridal party. There wasn’t even a best man or a bridesmaid. But that’s how Tina wanted it to be. Her exact words were, “No offense, but I want the emphasis to be on me and my husband and nobody else.” I respected that.

The ceremony lasted about a half hour and it went smoothly. Tina was so happy. I could see it all in her face. Derrek was her dream come true and she was his. The two of them were like little lovebirds. Everybody danced and mingled at the reception-all fifteen of us. Michael and I had fun.

“He’s nice,” Tina said, commenting on Michael. “He’s not who I’d expect to see you with, but he’s all right.”

“I know. I said the same thing,” I agreed.

“Well, have fun with him and be careful,” Tina said.

“I will, I will. You don’t worry about me, you go and enjoy your honeymoon,” I said.

“Oh, I sure will. Hawaii, Brazil, and Italy? I’m not going to know what to do with myself for these next thirty days!” Tina exclaimed.

I gave her a big hug and saw her onto the helicopter that had come to whisk the newlyweds off to the airport. I slid Tina an envelope with her wedding gift in it. Inside was $3,000 in cashier’s checks. It was the last little bit of my diminishing stash. I knew she didn’t need the money. She had just married a multi-millionaire. But I figured she could put it up. Rainy days do come up, even for wives of rich men.

“So why don’t you show me some of that yoga?” Michael said out of the blue.

I put my soda down on the ceramic table. “What yoga?”

Michael nudged my shoulder, trying to get me off the sofa. “The yoga you teach to your classes,” he reminded me. “Come on, don’t be shy.”

“Baby, we’re in the middle of watching a good movie. I’m not doing yoga right now,” I whined.

“Since when did Cops go from a TV show to a good movie?”

“Well, we’re eating popcorn and drinking Cokes, so…”

“So anytime you eat popcorn and drink Coke you’re watching a good movie?” he asked.

“It feels that way to me,” I answered.

I never should have told him I was a yoga instructor, I thought.

“Whatever,” he said. “Come on, show me some moves. I want to do yoga.”

“All right!” I finally gave in. I figured I could fake him out with a few things I had learned from class.

I moved from Michael’s cozy, fluffy couch onto the hardwood floor. I opened my legs to stretch a little. Thank God I was wearing sweatpants. I was bending forward, allowing my nose to touch the floor.

“First it’s important to stretch your muscles,” I said with my head facing the floor.

“Is that right?” Michael asked as he crept up behind me, placing my small waist between his thighs.

I sat up and closed my legs abruptly.

“You’re not watching me,” I protested.

“I am watching you,” Michael said as he nibbled on my ear.

Michael’s hands found their way from my waist to my thighs. He was caressing me and it felt good, but I had to stop him.

“Hands to yourself,” I whispered, placing Michael’s hands on the floor.

I wanted the same thing Michael wanted at that time, but I just wanted it to be on my terms, not his. I had to be the one in charge, or else he would have a chance to learn all about me. I stood up. Michael grabbed on to my calves while he remained seated on the floor.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing, nothing at all. Just let me freshen up,” I said as I walked toward the spiral staircase.

I went into the bathroom and changed into some lingerie I had in my overnight bag. It was a Victoria’s Secret satin pink and black bra-and-panty set that had a little flirty skirt attached. Beneath the skirt was a package taped in so tight it was almost invisible. Perfect, I thought. I slid my feet into my black feathered high-heeled slippers, took some deep breaths, and looked at myself in the mirror one last time before heading back downstairs to Michael and putting my life on the line. I wasn’t sure why I was so nervous about having sex with Michael. I had risked my life with much more dangerous guys than him.

“Whoa!” Michael blurted as I walked down the stairs.

He had some slow music playing and the lights were dim. He was still fully clothed and had sat back down on the floor. I got on my knees and crawled over to him. He reached his arms out to grab me, but I moved them to his side and gently pushed him back onto the floor. I began to unbutton his pants and caress his manhood at the same time. He was aroused. He lifted his head slightly to peek at me while I performed oral sex. When he put his hand on top of my head to control my movements, I kindly removed it and placed it back on the floor. I wanted him to know I was in charge.

Michael had gotten nice and hard and was ready for the real deal. He got up from the floor and repositioned himself on the couch. He came out of all his clothes, throwing each article in a different direction. Then he motioned for me to do the same. I kicked off the slippers and removed my bra, leaving me in nothing but the skirt.

“Take that off too,” Michael said as he stared me up and down while stroking his penis.

I ignored him as I slowly approached and placed his hands on my breasts.

I jammed my tongue in Michael’s mouth, forcing him to take his mind off of the idea of seeing me completely naked.

“I want you,” Michael moaned.

“I want you too,” I moaned back.

“Then take me,” he said as he quickly slid his erect penis toward my middle.

I jumped back just in time.

“Michael,” I cautioned with a frown.

My heart was beating a mile a minute. I was having second thoughts about even continuing.

Michael sat up on the couch. “Come here, don’t back away from me,” he said, reaching for my hand.

“Let me handle this, okay?” I instructed as I backed away from him.

“All right, you got it, but I want to see that coochie,” Michael said. “Show me that thing!” he insisted.

I didn’t know what Michael was up to. I kept asking myself why was he so adamant about seeing what was in my panties. Usually guys just went with the flow, especially the first time around. Some head and a dominating woman were enough to keep them content. I had to come up with something, and I had to come up with it fast.

“Michael, I’m a virgin,” I said.

Michael laughed and replied, “Come on, Celess, stop playing.”

“I don’t believe in sex before marriage,” I continued.