Behind the large oak tree, Bonz drew Aisha in his arms and began to sway to the urban melody in the distance. His movements were more sensual this time as he took full advantage of their secluded spot. Every special part of him was deliciously up against every special part of her. Bonz moaned deep in his throat as their bodies touched, revealing his extreme pleasure.
Aisha moaned, too, and not entirely for show either. Matter of fact, that moan was as genuine as they came. Oh, how she despised herself right now.
Aisha didn’t want to be so attracted to Bonz. She didn’t want her pulse to race with desire, her blood to boil with hot passion. She didn’t want to feel anything special for her enemy.
Yet she did.
Aisha felt all those things and more as her body swayed against his. What’s worse is that the moment they started this sensual dance, she forgot all about her grief, bitterness, and her plan of revenge. The fiery attraction she felt for Bonz burned up any thoughts of that nature.
Aisha moaned again when Bonz began to plant tender kisses upon the right side of her neck. She waited eagerly for him to reach her mouth. Would he ever get there? He was going so slow, savoring the scent of her, the taste of her neck.
When Bonz finally made it to her lips, Aisha sighed out her pleasure and pulled his tongue deep into her mouth. That’s when things really started to get out of control.
* * *
“What y’all think about Aisha?” Delia asked, trying to gauge the rest of the group’s opinion about the newcomer. If she wasn’t still so bent on hooking Bonz up with her cousin, she might actually like Aisha. Especially after the way she engaged the kids in dance.
“She seems cool to me,” Racker replied from his place near the head of the table.
“I think she’s trouble,” Cami quickly inserted, intent on sowing discord for her own selfish benefit. “I mean, how many successful models wanna date a thug?”
“Cami, Aisha don’t wanna date a thug. She only wants to have sex with a thug, remember?” Alexis replied irritably. It was clear whose side she was on.
E-Blade laughed at the women’s catty banter. Conflict always amused him. “Knowing my boy Bonz, he’s probably behind that tree hitting that right now,” he said, reminded of that knowing wink they’d shared earlier.
“For real though. I think I hear her moaning now.” Racker smirked.
E-Blade snickered. Then he reached over to turn the music up just a little bit more to drown out the noises coming from behind the big oak tree. Fortunately all of the kids were fast asleep by now and hopefully too tuckered out to awaken from the slight increase in volume.
Having heard the same sensual sounds filtering out from behind that tree, Cami threw her cards down in disgust and jealousy. Folding angry arms across her chest, she went into another long sulk.
© 2005 by Suprina Frazier