Miasha - Secret Society

“Are you serious?” he asked with a serious face.

“Yes,” I insisted, “and I can’t believe that a man like you don’t respect that.”

Michael sucked his teeth in disbelief. He looked away from me and reached for his boxers on the far end of the couch. I walked slowly toward him and grabbed his arm, gently pushing him away from his boxers.

I leaned over him and whispered in his ear, “But I hope you don’t think I got you all hot and steamy for nothing.”

I began to stroke his dick, bringing it back to life. It had gone down once Michael heard the word virgin. Michael just sat there, seemingly holding back. He sure wasn’t as aggressive as he had been. As I felt his penis rising, I started sucking it, slowly and passionately. Michael began to relax as he leaned his head back against the sofa. He had learned that it was best to let me run the show, as he kept his hands by his sides and gave me full clearance to do what I wanted to do.

I began to slide Michael’s slobbered-down dick up and down between my breasts. He was slowly getting back into it as he started pumping his waist up and down. I released Michael’s dick as it stood hard and tall.

“What now?” he asked, breathing heavily.

“You just wait there and let me lead the way,” I said as I turned out the lights completely.

It’s showtime, I thought. While walking back to Michael, I reached in the back of my panties and removed the tape. I quickly grabbed my package and brought it forward. I cuffed my balls and penis and held them in place, keeping them as close to the front as I possibly could. Michael could hardly see me, but just to make sense of things for him, I told him I was playing with myself. He was turned on and was so hard I don’t think he gave a shit what I told him. I systematically positioned myself on his lap while holding on to my privates for dear life. My heart was pounding and Michael could tell.

“Celess, are you sure you want to do this? I mean, if you want to hold out…” Michael whispered.

“Anal sex is okay, Michael. As long as my hy-you know, don’t get busted,” I said. I’d forgotten the name of the thing, or perhaps I never knew it-shit, I wasn’t a woman for real. But he knew what I was referring to.

“You don’t mind?” Michael asked. “Because I want you to be ready.”

“Shh,” I whispered. Then with my one free hand I slid his erect penis in my asshole.

“Just let me handle this. Keep your hands to yourself and no sudden movements,” I moaned.

“Whatever you say,” Michael moaned back.

I felt him quiver as I moved my body up and down on top of his. I got him. It hadn’t been easy, but I got him.

Michael and I finally had our moment, and I must say it was the most amazing sex I ever had. It was passionate and pleasurable. Granted, I didn’t have multiple orgasms like I had had with James, but one was enough with Michael.

“Surprise!” Michael shouted.

I opened my eyes and took a couple steps back. I looked up at the vacant building and read the sign. Less is Best Beauty Salon, it read. I was confused at first, but then it clicked-“Less” is me. This was my shop.

“Oh, my God, baby, you didn’t!” I yelled.

“Well, you said you wanted your own hair salon,” Michael said, smiling.

I jumped in Michael’s arms and hugged him tight. I was kissing him on his neck and cheek and lips uncontrollably.

He put me down and said, “Come on, let me show you the inside.”

He led me into the place. It was something out of a magazine.

“I designed it especially for you,” he said. “I incorporated a little bit of everything you like: the spiral staircase, the long mirrors, the hardwood floors, the built-in shelves, and the archway. Upstairs is a small flat. It has an eat-in kitchen and a lounge area.”

Michael paused and searched my face. “Do you like it?”

“Like it? Michael, I love it!” I cried, with my hands over my mouth.

My eyes were watering. I could not believe Michael did this for me.

“How did you do this? I mean, how did you find the time? Oh, my God, Michael, I’m speechless!”

“You know, it was funny, because I had been working on this place before you and I met,” Michael began as he took a seat in one of the styling chairs. “By the time we got together, only the cosmetics had to be done. And when you told me that it was your dream to open your own hair salon one day, I got a thought in my head. But of course I had to wait and see where we were headed, you know. The owner planned on selling it once it was finished, so after thinking long and hard, I took it off his hands,” Michael explained.

I shook my head, still holding my hands over my mouth.

“Once I paid him for it,” Michael continued, “I hired a group of guys to finish it up. We’ve been working on this day and night.”

“Baby, this is…I can’t even explain it. Words can’t say,” I said, wiping my eyes.

Weeks flew by. It had seemed like I would go to sleep on a Monday and wake up on a Friday. But I had no complaints, as all of my days had been filled with bliss. Michael was like a dream come true. I’d grown to love him, and with all that he’d done for me, how could that be a surprise? For the first time in years I had only been dealing with one dude. I was trying to take Tina’s advice and slow down. As far as my bills, I had found three stylists and a manicurist. The $2,800 they brought in each month helped out a lot.

I was home alone one day. Michael was in Pittsburgh working. After cooking myself some dinner, I made chicken Alfredo, a salad, and some Pillsbury bread-sticks. Thank God for the Foreman grill. It tasted damn near better than a restaurant’s. It filled me up too. I was sitting on the couch staring at the Guide Channel trying to find something good to watch. It was a Sunday, so I was bound to find something good on Lifetime.

Ring! Ring!

“Hello.”

“Hey, Celess,” Tina squealed.

I hadn’t spoken to Tina since last month at her wedding.

“Hey, Tina! What’s up, girl? How is the honeymoon going?”

“Oh, it’s beautiful, girl. We’re in Italy now visiting Derrek’s family,” Tina said.

“Damn, it must be nice,” I said.

“It is. And Brazil was nice too. But girl, ain’t nothing like Hawaii. It is so pretty out there. The sun, the water, the people, everything is pretty. Shit, even Michael would be pretty out there,” Tina joked.

I just laughed.

“Speaking of Mr. Tall, Dark, and Not-so-Handsome, how is that coming along?”

“Let me see,” I teased. “He opened me a salon,” I bragged.

“A bar?” Tina asked, disgusted.

“A salon, not a saloon.”

“A hair salon?” Tina screamed.

“Yeah!”

“Get the fuck outta here, you sprung ’im up like that?” Tina joked.

“I know right,” I continued to brag.

“So what else been up, miss?” Tina asked.

“Ain’t shit. I’m tryna decide if I’m gonna go to Power House on my lonesome,” I said with a playful attitude, wanting Tina to regret leaving me.

“Damn, that’s right. That concert is coming up, ain’t it?” Tina thought aloud.

Right then my other line started beeping. I was waiting for a call from Michael, otherwise I would not have answered it.

“Tina, hold on right quick. That’s probably my boo right now. Don’t hang up.”

“Hello.”

“Yeah, can I speak to Celess?”

The voice on the other line was deep but it did not belong to Michael.

“This is she, who is this?” I asked.

“Tariq. Do you remember me?” he asked with an attitude.

I rolled my eyes and returned the attitude. “Yes, Tariq, what is it? I have a call on the other line, long-distance.”