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| Site contents Copyright © 2005-2015 Bridget Midway All Rights Reserved |
"Foolish Games"
Chapter 1
“I’d like to propose a toast,” Dante held up his frosty glass of beer.
Nichelle sat at the other end of the table in the noisy restaurant, staring at her friend. Today he wore a
red-and-off-white stripped short-sleeved shirt with a long-sleeved white thermal shirt underneath. He
really planned out how he would do this day down to his wardrobe. Impressive. She cocked a smile
as he rallied the troops.
“What are we toasting to?” Zeke asked then shoved a fist full of french fries into his mouth.
“Come on,” Happy began. “We could do his toast by heart now.” She huffed and pushed her small
rectangular glasses up on her slender nose.
“Don’t take the fun out of it, Happy.” Mocking Dante, Lennon braced his elbows on the cherry wood
table and set his chin on the heels of his hands like a lovesick teenager gazing at Brad Pitt. “This is
the only joy I get all year.” Then he released a loud, long sigh.
“Let’s get this over with,” Nichelle said, lifting her glass of ginger ale.
“I bet you’ll be saying that a lot today,” Lennon joked and poked his bony elbow into Zeke’s side.
The jostling motion nearly made Zeke drop his burger.
“Watch it, man! You know I don’t play with my food.” Zeke pushed his thick shoulder against Lennon’
s to get some space between them.
“Dante, will you please go before these idiots break out into a fight?” Not like her arm was going to
ache from holding up her glass of sallow soda but Nichelle wanted to get a move on for the day’s
events.
“Fine.” Dante raised his glass higher. “To challenges, goals and happy endings. May we all find a
little piece of happiness at the end of the day.”
“I’m sure you will, D.” Zeke let go of his burger long enough to grab his glass filled with a strawberry-
banana smoothie and toast Dante then turned to Nichelle.
“Do none of you all find it a bit disturbing that every year we cater to the whims and whimsy of Dante
and Nichelle’s sex games?” Lennon asked. He grabbed the tails of his red wool scarf around his neck
and smoothed it back and forth like he was shining the back of his neck.
“See, it’s shit like you saying ‘whims’ and ‘whimsy’ that makes me want to smack the fuck out of you.”
Zeke, in his late twenties but still eating like he held the position of linebacker on the Norfolk State
University Spartan team, downed his second burger in one bite and chased it with the rest of his thick
drink.
Zeke reminded Nichelle so much of her brother, Nicholas. Both were great looking caramel-colored
African-American men with voracious appetites. Both protected her like big brothers should.
“Just because I use all the words the dictionary offers doesn’t make me a nerd,” Lennon said. He
scratched his head, rustling his dark brown hair.
“No. It makes you a dork.” Zeke reared back and let loose one of his trademark full belly laughs that
grabs the attention of everyone around him. The waiters stopped taking orders to look his way.
“Isn’t it a little early to be drinking beer?” Happy asked. She glanced at her watch a couple of times
within seconds of asking the question.
“I know it’s noon time here but it’s happy hour somewhere in the world.” Dante held up his glass then
finished off his dark lager. “Besides, if Nichelle does to me this year like she did to me last year I’m
going to need the antifreeze.”
“Just don’t drink too much.” Nichelle put her cloth napkin on the table. “There’s still a parade we have
to sit through.”
Zeke made a face. “Do we have to sit through the whole parade?” For a big as Zeke was and as
menacing as he could be, sometimes he pouted like a little boy.
If Nichelle hadn’t been friends with him for over ten years she would have found the look odd. Since
she’d known him and the rest of the group since their college years, nothing fazed her.
“You know, Zeke is right,” Happy said. “We got hotel rooms that overlook the parade route. We could
stay in the comfort of our rooms and still take in the parade.”
“What? And miss out on the sanitation guys drumming on their trashcans or the jazzersizers dancing
their way down the street?” Nichelle shook her head. “This is tradition. This is how we mark the start
of the Spring season. We do the scavenger hunt, we watch the parade then we get drunk. It’s been
the same way for over seven years.”
“And again I have to ask. Does anyone else find it weird that we’re catering to their sex games?”
Lennon asked and pointed at Dante then Nichelle.
“Jealous?” Dante flitted his eyebrows.
“Something troubling you about scavenger hunt?” Nichelle reached into her purse to retrieve her list.
She scanned her items, noticing right away that she had been given the odd numbers. She hoped she
wouldn’t be odd girl out.
“I don’t know.” Happy smiled with a bit of pink coloring her pale cheeks. “I think it’s kind of fun.”
Both Lennon and Zeke stared at her with their eyes wide open and mouths gaping. Lennon could be
shocked with a look. Zeke surprised Nichelle with how floored he appeared.
“Happy, you’re supposed to be the voice of reason here,” Lennon mused.
“What? And take your job? Never.” Happy patted him on his back.
Besides the fact that Happy epitomized her name, she had a way of surprising people, especially
since she carried an innocent appearance. Now with her hair blond instead of chestnut brown that she
had all through autumn, and her hazel eyes hidden behind her spectacles, she had a sexy yet
academic appearance. With her bubbly personality coupled with her alluring yet reserved look, she
drove a lot of Nichelle’s male friends wild. If only Happy knew her sexual strength.
“Does everyone have their list?” Nichelle asked as she held up hers.
Their waitress must have thought Nichelle was calling the woman to her table. She quickly rushed to
her and freshened everyone’s drinks. With topped off coffees and waters all around, Nichelle
continued.
“You should have all gotten an e-mail of the list,” Nichelle said again.
Zeke smirked. “You know I don’t check my mail often. You got to hit a brotha up on his Blackberry.”
“I did.” Nichelle reached into her purse again. “And since I knew you would say that, I made you a
copy.” She handed the big man a piece of paper.
“Any reason why there’s six items on here?” Lennon’s gaze never left the list. Occasionally his eyes
would widen as he continued reading.
“Duh!” Happy playfully slapped Lennon on his arm. “Because at seven you would get antsy.”
“No, I wouldn’t.” Lennon crossed his arms over his chest.
“Actually, it represents the number of years these two have been doing this, right?” Happy quickly
followed as soon as she’d gotten under Lennon’s skin.
“Very good, Happy.” Dante winked at her.
Dante equaled cool. Strong jaw line, dark eyebrows that matched his hair and his mesmerizing green
eyes, he drew women in like bugs on a speeding car’s windshield. No one could resist his force of
nature. Thank God he never took himself too seriously.
“You know the routine, folks.” Dante finished off his beer and suppressed a belch before moving on.
“You all will be stationed, where?”
“I’ve secured two hotel rooms at the Marriott in downtown Norfolk again.” Zeke sat back and rubbed
his belly.
“Same rooms as before?” Nichelle broke her gaze from her paper long enough to bring her attention
to him.
“Yep. Two rooms across from each other like last time so that we in the control center can keep an
eye on you guys.” Zeke pointed at Dante and Nichelle.
“And you all got my list, right?” Dante’s gaze coasted over the group’s expressions.
Zeke kept his head down.
“Should have known.” Dante reached into his back pocket and handed the hulking man his list.
“And, Dante, you swear you haven’t seen anything on my list, right?” Nichelle asked.
Dante put his hand over his heart like a charming Boy Scout. “On my word, my Nubian Goddess, I
have not seen one scintillating request on your list.”
He didn’t wink at her like he did with Nichelle. His megawatt smile sent a delicious shiver up
Nichelle’s spine. She hadn’t even left the table or headed to the hotel room before the waterworks
started between her legs.
Lennon chuckled then gasped as he volleyed his attention from one list to the other. “This is going to
be an interesting day.”
Normally unflappable, Dante furrowed his thick eyebrows. “What are you talking about?”
Lennon held the list close to his chest. “Nothing. All I have to say is you’re going to like number five.”
“Just five?” Dante scratched his hair, mussing it a bit. “What about three and one?”
Lennon, Happy and Zeke glanced at each other then quickly shoved their lists into their pockets.
“They’re interesting,” Happy said with a big grin. “Should we get the check and go?”
“I got it.” Dante raised his hand to the waitress.
“No, I should get it. I think it’s my turn anyway this year.” Nichelle reached into her purse for her wallet.
Dante’s pale hand covered hers. She cast her eye up to connect with him.
“Don’t you worry about it,” Dante said. “Things have been going great at work. I got it.”
Nichelle smiled, nodded and slid her hand from under his. Who knew that a straight-laced white guy
like Dante could shake he to her core? What started off as a drunken holiday game shouldn’t have
gone on this long and this far. The sexy scavenger hunt took a life of its own, a beast they couldn’t
stop…even if she wanted to.
“If you insist,” Nichelle said and tucked her wallet back into her purse.
“So what now?” Zeke asked.
“We have to go to the hotel first.” Lennon threw his scarf around his neck.
“Why?” Nichelle asked as she slipped on her coat.
“Your sixth task is---” Lennon paused with a mischievous smile. “---you’ll have to go to the hotel to
see.”
Nichelle released her breath and tilted her head back in exasperation. “You asshole.”
“Hey, you two made us three be referee and time keeper. I could have you penalized for foul
language.” Lennon wagged his finger at her.
Not a big guy, Lennon was solid where his character was concerned. Usually more concerned about
others than himself, he was the least likely person to join their group of friends. As soon as he opened
his mouth, he fit. With his dry wit matched with Dante’s charm, Zeke’s brawn and Happy’s disposition,
he provided the needed support to keep the group of friends together.
Winter welcomed Lennon like a long, lost brother. He let his normally short brown hair grow out to a
long, brown shaggy ‘do that fit him. Coupled with his moustache and patch of hair below his lower lip
and on his chin, and his smoky brown eyes, he became a natural heartbreaker. Nichelle couldn’t wait
to see how he would change his look for the upcoming Spring weather.
“You guys finish up your drinks,” Happy said. “Nichelle, come to the bathroom with me.”
“I hate to shock you, Happy, but there are bathrooms in the hotel rooms.” Zeke rolled his eyes.
“Wow. Really? How amazing. Come on, Nichelle.”
Even Nichelle had to roll her eyes on the request. Happy had never been one of those women who
had to do things in pairs like go to the bathroom or shop for clothes and shoes. Happy was an
independent spirit through and through, which was why Nichelle found it odd that she wanted to do this
bathroom trip together. The woman must have something important to say that she couldn’t say in front
of the guys.
Weaving their way through the lunch crowd diners, some with large bags of goodies by their tables,
Nichelle followed her petite friend into the women’s bathroom. Like a covert spy, Happy checked
under the stalls for outside guests before she addressed Nichelle.
“What the hell are you doing?” Happy asked.
Nichelle had to blink at her candor. “What? I thought you said you were happy with the whole
scavenger hunt thing.”
“Yeah, when it’s all about sex. But what’s up with numbers three and, especially, one? What are you
trying to do, Nichelle?”
Nichelle turned her back on her friend and faced a mirror over a row of sinks. “Nothing. Like you said,
it’s all just fun.”
Happy put her hand on Nichelle’s shoulder. She could feel her friend’s compassion even through her
thick sweater.
“Then keep it that way. I don’t know what you’re thinking with your last two hunt items but be warned. If
pushed, this could be your last holiday fuck hunt.”
Hearing what she and Dante did every year for the last six years be called a ‘fuck hunt’ didn’t bother
Nichelle as much as knowing that Happy was right. Nichelle’s requests weren’t physically risky as
much as mentally. She played a very dangerous game. This could all either blow up in her face or be
the best thing ever. Nichelle knew one thing. She couldn’t go on another six years like this.
Something had to change.
“And if it is the last time Dante and I do this, so what? I’m almost thirty years old. It’s time I stop
playing these games and get real. I want to be happy.” Nichelle applied some lip balm over her
chapped full lips then made sure her straight hair, parted down the middle, looked cute under her wool
cap. “Ready to go?”
Happy shrugged her shoulders. “Ready if you are.”
Nichelle wrapped her arm around her concerned friend’s shoulders and headed back out to the table.
“Come on, fellas. No time like the present.” Dante stood and slipped on his jacket. “You’re going
down, Nic!”
“Looking at the lists, I think you two will both be doing that.” Zeke chuckled as he followed the group
outside.
# # #
“Here’s your card key,” Zeke said and put a card in Dante’s hand then Nichelle’s. “We’ll be in room
799 and y’all are in 701. Be sure to wave to us once you get into your room.”
“I’m sure Nichelle will do that anyway on the first one,” Dante said and flashed a mischievous smile.
“Okay, now I’m really curious. What’s the first item on the list?” Nichelle asked.
Dante chewed on the inside of his cheek waiting for one of his dear friends to break the news to
Nichelle. Since Nichelle had never been known to turn down a challenge, he knew she would face this
task and the others he had lined up head on. His dick started to plump up just thinking about her in
each task and what she had in store for him. He didn’t know about anyone else but he loved ushering
in the season this way.
“Nichelle,” Happy began, “Dante wants you to strip naked and stand in the hotel window for six
minutes.”
Nichelle blinked and stared at him. Her rich, dark brown eyes sucked him in. When he snaked his
tongue over his lips, Nichelle turned away.
“Okay,” Nichelle said with all the confidence of a prizefighter. “Who’s keeping time?”
Lennon raised his hand. “I believe I’ve been relegated to that task for this one.”
“So as soon as you see me in the window, you’ll start the clock.”
“For sure. If you cover up, back away or stop for any reason, the clock starts over until the task is
done.” Lennon slipped on his bright yellow gloves that always made the group laugh although he
contended that they were the warmest pair of gloves he’d ever owned.
“And if you decide that you don’t want to do the task,” Dante interjected, “then you lose that task and
your opponent, or me I should say, will decide your punishment and it could be anything I want.”
Nichelle put her hands to her hips. “You just remember that for your tasks too, buddy.”
“Okay, enough trash talking.” Zeke punched the ‘up’ button for the elevator. “You two are in the other
tower. Call our room or hit us up on the celly when you’re ready to start this.”
“Are we all in the spirit now?” Dante asked as he rubbed his hands together.
“I think you had too much beer.” Lennon patted Dante on his back. “We’ll see you all in a bit.
Nichelle?”
She turned to the trio in the elevator.
“You did shave, didn’t you?”
Before she could get Lennon back with a cool and clever comeback the doors closed.
“Let’s get our bags from the car and head up,” Dante said.
Although they spoke on the way to the car, Dante liked the silence between conversations where he
was able to notice Nichelle, watch the way she walked and, especially, look at her fine ass.
He still remembered the day she walked into Professor Salver’s Western Civilization class. Even then
she kept her hair looking salon beautiful, her fingernails were always manicured and he’d never seen
her without some makeup on her face, either some lipstick or eyeliner or something.
At his car, Dante popped open his trunk. Since he and Nichelle drove to the hotel together to save on
parking space and expense, her luggage rested in his trunk next to his. He stopped her when she
reached inside to get it.
“I got it,” he professed as he slung carry-on bags over his shoulder and pulled out handles for both
pieces of luggage with wheels.
“I just love a big, strong man.” In an exaggerated fashion, Nichelle fluttered her long eyelashes.
“Really? Is that all you like in a man?” he pressed.
Nichelle glanced back at Dante as though daring him to continue with his line of questioning. “It’s
going to be a long day, Dante. You’ll want to pace yourself with the sex questions. Besides you might
get some of that later on.”
“Some of what?” The doors of the parking garage elevator opened as soon as Dante hit the ‘up’
button. “Some of this?” He smacked her on her fleshy backside.
She jumped then turned around to him. “Unless it’s on your list, spanking is not on my list so I would
suggest you keep your hands to yourself.”
Dante snapped his fingers. “Damn, I knew there was something I was missing.”
“You think you’re cute, don’t you?” she asked while trying not to smile.
“I can see from your little lip curl that you think so too.”
She turned back around, facing her luscious backside to him. He wanted to strip her naked and take
her right there in the elevator. Watching each floor button light up tortured him. He thought that the ride
past the fifth floor lasted longer than it should have. He hopped from one foot to the other. Thankfully
from Nichelle’s stoic expression, she must not have noticed either.
As soon as they reached their floor, Dante pressed his body against the door so that Nichelle could
walk out. When they got to their hotel room door, he noticed Nichelle’s hands trembled as she
struggled to get the card key inside.
The green light clicked finally. Dante’s heart returned to its normal beat as soon as she opened the
door.
“Oh God! It’s freezing in here.” Nichelle rushed to the thermostat and turned it to broil. Dante was
sure of it.
He dumped the bags by the open closet while she strolled over to the window with drawn curtains.
Pulling them back, she let a stream of bright sunlight pour into the room bathed in yellow. From the
sallow walls to the off white bedspread with yellow flowers on them, Dante felt like the serpent in the
Garden of Eden.
Nichelle waved her hand while at the window. Dante moved to her side. Gazing across the way he
saw his three good friends staring back at him. They waved back but looked anxious. Their room
must have been at a reasonable temperature. Big Zeke already had his tent of a coat off and Lennon
shed his coat but, of course, left that scarf hanging around his neck. Happy, who looked so cute in her
little cap, wore a turtleneck and black jeans.
“Look at them,” Dante said as he gave them a cursory wave. “It’s the new ‘Mod Squad’.”
Nichelle laughed. Every hair on Dante’s body stood on end. Nichelle could sneeze and he would find
something attractive about the gesture. Hell, everything about the woman got him going. She peered
over her shoulder, gazing at him. Nichelle knew she turned him on.
“Guess I had better close the curtain and get this thing started,” Nichelle said. “No time like the
present.”
She brushed by Dante to get to the phone. He watched her call their friends to let them know the show
would begin shortly. To keep his anxious heart and hands still, he sat in a chair by the window. The
hum of the heater whirred by his ear but his concentration remained on Nichelle.
Nichelle removed her boots and thick socks first. Dante let his gaze drop to her feet. Each of her
toenails glittered with her bright, red polish. The longer he stared at her perfect pedicure the more his
cock throbbed.
“You’re awful quiet over there,” she said as she removed her sweater. “Saving the jokes for later?”
Dante said nothing as he stared at her breasts housed in a black lace bra. Damn, he could never get
enough of staring at that, looking at her. Nichelle was a walking work of art. She was no museum
piece so he definitely wanted to touch her.
Her delicate fingers unsnapped the button on her jeans. With each tooth her zipper passed on its way
down, his pulse raced. He grabbed the arms of the chair hoping that keeping them confined would
calm him.
“Where did you want to eat dinner tonight?” she asked. She twisted her hips from one side to the
other as she wriggled out of her jeans. “I was thinking we stay here at Waterside and go to a
restaurant in the mall. What do you think?”
Now only clad in the black bra and matching lace panty Dante’s mouth went dry. He planted both feet
flat on the floor as he stared at her. Sweat rolled down into his eyes.
Easy, man. Easy.
Nichelle reached behind herself and undid her bra. Curving her shoulders in, she slipped the garment
down her arms and tossed it on one of the two twin beds. Dante would have to thank Zeke for getting
him and Nichelle a room with double beds. He should have known the two would have slept in the
same bed together.
With a quick tug, Nichelle pulled her panties down and had it join her bra on the bed. She let out a
breath and twirled in front of Dante.
“Happy? I can’t wait until next year when you go first.” She tiptoed to the phone again. “Now to call the
guys and get this thing going.”
She made one step toward the phone before Dante bolted from his chair. He wrapped one arm
around her narrow waist and the other got her behind her head, nestled in her soft, straight hair.
Savage force made him push her against a waist-high dresser. He smothered her thick lips with his in
a hard, passionate kiss. Nichelle returned the forceful gesture, sliding her tongue in his mouth. She
tasted sweet from the ginger ale she’d had during lunch.
Cupping her ass, he raised her onto the dresser. She spread her legs to accommodate his body.
Dante moved his hand up her body until it found her breast. He massaged it, letting her hardened
nipple brush the palm of his hand.
Nichelle broke from the kiss long enough for her hands to undo his belt and pants. His jeans dropped
to the floor with a thud. She managed to get his boxers over his jutting cock and used her feet to slide
it down his legs.
In a commanding move, she wrapped her hand around his shaft, stroking him until he could no longer
take the sweet sensation. Sensing his need, Nichelle placed him at her slick pussy opening. Dante
gazed into her wild eyes for a brief moment before plunging himself inside of her.
Nichelle wrapped her legs around him, keeping him close as he drove deeper and deeper inside of
her, the channel of her cunt so hot and tight around him. He kissed her hungrily, nipping her bottom lip
as she embedded her fingernails into his shoulders.
“Dante, oh! Oh!” Nichelle arched her back and drew him in closer.
He hooked her leg around his arm and pounded into her harder, faster. The dresser banged against
the wall in concert with his thrusts but Dante didn’t care.
His body shook, tremors overtaking him. She must have sensed his need. Nichelle wrapped her arms
around him, her legs locked behind his back and she rocked with him.
“I’m coming! I’m, oh---” Nichelle let out a string of profanities then nibbled at his earlobe.
Hearing her come and the teasing she did with her mouth, erupted Dante’s orgasm. He held onto her
thighs as he came deep inside of her. He slowed down to a halt. Both of them panted like fighters
after eight rounds.
“I wondered how long it was going to take you to come get me,” she whispered.
Dante lifted his head off of her shoulder. When his gaze connected to her eyes, he asked, “Do you
think the others know?”
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“I’d like to propose a toast,” Dante held up his frosty glass of beer.
Nichelle sat at the other end of the table in the noisy restaurant, staring at her friend. Today he wore a
red-and-off-white stripped short-sleeved shirt with a long-sleeved white thermal shirt underneath. He
really planned out how he would do this day down to his wardrobe. Impressive. She cocked a smile
as he rallied the troops.
“What are we toasting to?” Zeke asked then shoved a fist full of french fries into his mouth.
“Come on,” Happy began. “We could do his toast by heart now.” She huffed and pushed her small
rectangular glasses up on her slender nose.
“Don’t take the fun out of it, Happy.” Mocking Dante, Lennon braced his elbows on the cherry wood
table and set his chin on the heels of his hands like a lovesick teenager gazing at Brad Pitt. “This is
the only joy I get all year.” Then he released a loud, long sigh.
“Let’s get this over with,” Nichelle said, lifting her glass of ginger ale.
“I bet you’ll be saying that a lot today,” Lennon joked and poked his bony elbow into Zeke’s side.
The jostling motion nearly made Zeke drop his burger.
“Watch it, man! You know I don’t play with my food.” Zeke pushed his thick shoulder against Lennon’
s to get some space between them.
“Dante, will you please go before these idiots break out into a fight?” Not like her arm was going to
ache from holding up her glass of sallow soda but Nichelle wanted to get a move on for the day’s
events.
“Fine.” Dante raised his glass higher. “To challenges, goals and happy endings. May we all find a
little piece of happiness at the end of the day.”
“I’m sure you will, D.” Zeke let go of his burger long enough to grab his glass filled with a strawberry-
banana smoothie and toast Dante then turned to Nichelle.
“Do none of you all find it a bit disturbing that every year we cater to the whims and whimsy of Dante
and Nichelle’s sex games?” Lennon asked. He grabbed the tails of his red wool scarf around his neck
and smoothed it back and forth like he was shining the back of his neck.
“See, it’s shit like you saying ‘whims’ and ‘whimsy’ that makes me want to smack the fuck out of you.”
Zeke, in his late twenties but still eating like he held the position of linebacker on the Norfolk State
University Spartan team, downed his second burger in one bite and chased it with the rest of his thick
drink.
Zeke reminded Nichelle so much of her brother, Nicholas. Both were great looking caramel-colored
African-American men with voracious appetites. Both protected her like big brothers should.
“Just because I use all the words the dictionary offers doesn’t make me a nerd,” Lennon said. He
scratched his head, rustling his dark brown hair.
“No. It makes you a dork.” Zeke reared back and let loose one of his trademark full belly laughs that
grabs the attention of everyone around him. The waiters stopped taking orders to look his way.
“Isn’t it a little early to be drinking beer?” Happy asked. She glanced at her watch a couple of times
within seconds of asking the question.
“I know it’s noon time here but it’s happy hour somewhere in the world.” Dante held up his glass then
finished off his dark lager. “Besides, if Nichelle does to me this year like she did to me last year I’m
going to need the antifreeze.”
“Just don’t drink too much.” Nichelle put her cloth napkin on the table. “There’s still a parade we have
to sit through.”
Zeke made a face. “Do we have to sit through the whole parade?” For a big as Zeke was and as
menacing as he could be, sometimes he pouted like a little boy.
If Nichelle hadn’t been friends with him for over ten years she would have found the look odd. Since
she’d known him and the rest of the group since their college years, nothing fazed her.
“You know, Zeke is right,” Happy said. “We got hotel rooms that overlook the parade route. We could
stay in the comfort of our rooms and still take in the parade.”
“What? And miss out on the sanitation guys drumming on their trashcans or the jazzersizers dancing
their way down the street?” Nichelle shook her head. “This is tradition. This is how we mark the start
of the Spring season. We do the scavenger hunt, we watch the parade then we get drunk. It’s been
the same way for over seven years.”
“And again I have to ask. Does anyone else find it weird that we’re catering to their sex games?”
Lennon asked and pointed at Dante then Nichelle.
“Jealous?” Dante flitted his eyebrows.
“Something troubling you about scavenger hunt?” Nichelle reached into her purse to retrieve her list.
She scanned her items, noticing right away that she had been given the odd numbers. She hoped she
wouldn’t be odd girl out.
“I don’t know.” Happy smiled with a bit of pink coloring her pale cheeks. “I think it’s kind of fun.”
Both Lennon and Zeke stared at her with their eyes wide open and mouths gaping. Lennon could be
shocked with a look. Zeke surprised Nichelle with how floored he appeared.
“Happy, you’re supposed to be the voice of reason here,” Lennon mused.
“What? And take your job? Never.” Happy patted him on his back.
Besides the fact that Happy epitomized her name, she had a way of surprising people, especially
since she carried an innocent appearance. Now with her hair blond instead of chestnut brown that she
had all through autumn, and her hazel eyes hidden behind her spectacles, she had a sexy yet
academic appearance. With her bubbly personality coupled with her alluring yet reserved look, she
drove a lot of Nichelle’s male friends wild. If only Happy knew her sexual strength.
“Does everyone have their list?” Nichelle asked as she held up hers.
Their waitress must have thought Nichelle was calling the woman to her table. She quickly rushed to
her and freshened everyone’s drinks. With topped off coffees and waters all around, Nichelle
continued.
“You should have all gotten an e-mail of the list,” Nichelle said again.
Zeke smirked. “You know I don’t check my mail often. You got to hit a brotha up on his Blackberry.”
“I did.” Nichelle reached into her purse again. “And since I knew you would say that, I made you a
copy.” She handed the big man a piece of paper.
“Any reason why there’s six items on here?” Lennon’s gaze never left the list. Occasionally his eyes
would widen as he continued reading.
“Duh!” Happy playfully slapped Lennon on his arm. “Because at seven you would get antsy.”
“No, I wouldn’t.” Lennon crossed his arms over his chest.
“Actually, it represents the number of years these two have been doing this, right?” Happy quickly
followed as soon as she’d gotten under Lennon’s skin.
“Very good, Happy.” Dante winked at her.
Dante equaled cool. Strong jaw line, dark eyebrows that matched his hair and his mesmerizing green
eyes, he drew women in like bugs on a speeding car’s windshield. No one could resist his force of
nature. Thank God he never took himself too seriously.
“You know the routine, folks.” Dante finished off his beer and suppressed a belch before moving on.
“You all will be stationed, where?”
“I’ve secured two hotel rooms at the Marriott in downtown Norfolk again.” Zeke sat back and rubbed
his belly.
“Same rooms as before?” Nichelle broke her gaze from her paper long enough to bring her attention
to him.
“Yep. Two rooms across from each other like last time so that we in the control center can keep an
eye on you guys.” Zeke pointed at Dante and Nichelle.
“And you all got my list, right?” Dante’s gaze coasted over the group’s expressions.
Zeke kept his head down.
“Should have known.” Dante reached into his back pocket and handed the hulking man his list.
“And, Dante, you swear you haven’t seen anything on my list, right?” Nichelle asked.
Dante put his hand over his heart like a charming Boy Scout. “On my word, my Nubian Goddess, I
have not seen one scintillating request on your list.”
He didn’t wink at her like he did with Nichelle. His megawatt smile sent a delicious shiver up
Nichelle’s spine. She hadn’t even left the table or headed to the hotel room before the waterworks
started between her legs.
Lennon chuckled then gasped as he volleyed his attention from one list to the other. “This is going to
be an interesting day.”
Normally unflappable, Dante furrowed his thick eyebrows. “What are you talking about?”
Lennon held the list close to his chest. “Nothing. All I have to say is you’re going to like number five.”
“Just five?” Dante scratched his hair, mussing it a bit. “What about three and one?”
Lennon, Happy and Zeke glanced at each other then quickly shoved their lists into their pockets.
“They’re interesting,” Happy said with a big grin. “Should we get the check and go?”
“I got it.” Dante raised his hand to the waitress.
“No, I should get it. I think it’s my turn anyway this year.” Nichelle reached into her purse for her wallet.
Dante’s pale hand covered hers. She cast her eye up to connect with him.
“Don’t you worry about it,” Dante said. “Things have been going great at work. I got it.”
Nichelle smiled, nodded and slid her hand from under his. Who knew that a straight-laced white guy
like Dante could shake he to her core? What started off as a drunken holiday game shouldn’t have
gone on this long and this far. The sexy scavenger hunt took a life of its own, a beast they couldn’t
stop…even if she wanted to.
“If you insist,” Nichelle said and tucked her wallet back into her purse.
“So what now?” Zeke asked.
“We have to go to the hotel first.” Lennon threw his scarf around his neck.
“Why?” Nichelle asked as she slipped on her coat.
“Your sixth task is---” Lennon paused with a mischievous smile. “---you’ll have to go to the hotel to
see.”
Nichelle released her breath and tilted her head back in exasperation. “You asshole.”
“Hey, you two made us three be referee and time keeper. I could have you penalized for foul
language.” Lennon wagged his finger at her.
Not a big guy, Lennon was solid where his character was concerned. Usually more concerned about
others than himself, he was the least likely person to join their group of friends. As soon as he opened
his mouth, he fit. With his dry wit matched with Dante’s charm, Zeke’s brawn and Happy’s disposition,
he provided the needed support to keep the group of friends together.
Winter welcomed Lennon like a long, lost brother. He let his normally short brown hair grow out to a
long, brown shaggy ‘do that fit him. Coupled with his moustache and patch of hair below his lower lip
and on his chin, and his smoky brown eyes, he became a natural heartbreaker. Nichelle couldn’t wait
to see how he would change his look for the upcoming Spring weather.
“You guys finish up your drinks,” Happy said. “Nichelle, come to the bathroom with me.”
“I hate to shock you, Happy, but there are bathrooms in the hotel rooms.” Zeke rolled his eyes.
“Wow. Really? How amazing. Come on, Nichelle.”
Even Nichelle had to roll her eyes on the request. Happy had never been one of those women who
had to do things in pairs like go to the bathroom or shop for clothes and shoes. Happy was an
independent spirit through and through, which was why Nichelle found it odd that she wanted to do this
bathroom trip together. The woman must have something important to say that she couldn’t say in front
of the guys.
Weaving their way through the lunch crowd diners, some with large bags of goodies by their tables,
Nichelle followed her petite friend into the women’s bathroom. Like a covert spy, Happy checked
under the stalls for outside guests before she addressed Nichelle.
“What the hell are you doing?” Happy asked.
Nichelle had to blink at her candor. “What? I thought you said you were happy with the whole
scavenger hunt thing.”
“Yeah, when it’s all about sex. But what’s up with numbers three and, especially, one? What are you
trying to do, Nichelle?”
Nichelle turned her back on her friend and faced a mirror over a row of sinks. “Nothing. Like you said,
it’s all just fun.”
Happy put her hand on Nichelle’s shoulder. She could feel her friend’s compassion even through her
thick sweater.
“Then keep it that way. I don’t know what you’re thinking with your last two hunt items but be warned. If
pushed, this could be your last holiday fuck hunt.”
Hearing what she and Dante did every year for the last six years be called a ‘fuck hunt’ didn’t bother
Nichelle as much as knowing that Happy was right. Nichelle’s requests weren’t physically risky as
much as mentally. She played a very dangerous game. This could all either blow up in her face or be
the best thing ever. Nichelle knew one thing. She couldn’t go on another six years like this.
Something had to change.
“And if it is the last time Dante and I do this, so what? I’m almost thirty years old. It’s time I stop
playing these games and get real. I want to be happy.” Nichelle applied some lip balm over her
chapped full lips then made sure her straight hair, parted down the middle, looked cute under her wool
cap. “Ready to go?”
Happy shrugged her shoulders. “Ready if you are.”
Nichelle wrapped her arm around her concerned friend’s shoulders and headed back out to the table.
“Come on, fellas. No time like the present.” Dante stood and slipped on his jacket. “You’re going
down, Nic!”
“Looking at the lists, I think you two will both be doing that.” Zeke chuckled as he followed the group
outside.
# # #
“Here’s your card key,” Zeke said and put a card in Dante’s hand then Nichelle’s. “We’ll be in room
799 and y’all are in 701. Be sure to wave to us once you get into your room.”
“I’m sure Nichelle will do that anyway on the first one,” Dante said and flashed a mischievous smile.
“Okay, now I’m really curious. What’s the first item on the list?” Nichelle asked.
Dante chewed on the inside of his cheek waiting for one of his dear friends to break the news to
Nichelle. Since Nichelle had never been known to turn down a challenge, he knew she would face this
task and the others he had lined up head on. His dick started to plump up just thinking about her in
each task and what she had in store for him. He didn’t know about anyone else but he loved ushering
in the season this way.
“Nichelle,” Happy began, “Dante wants you to strip naked and stand in the hotel window for six
minutes.”
Nichelle blinked and stared at him. Her rich, dark brown eyes sucked him in. When he snaked his
tongue over his lips, Nichelle turned away.
“Okay,” Nichelle said with all the confidence of a prizefighter. “Who’s keeping time?”
Lennon raised his hand. “I believe I’ve been relegated to that task for this one.”
“So as soon as you see me in the window, you’ll start the clock.”
“For sure. If you cover up, back away or stop for any reason, the clock starts over until the task is
done.” Lennon slipped on his bright yellow gloves that always made the group laugh although he
contended that they were the warmest pair of gloves he’d ever owned.
“And if you decide that you don’t want to do the task,” Dante interjected, “then you lose that task and
your opponent, or me I should say, will decide your punishment and it could be anything I want.”
Nichelle put her hands to her hips. “You just remember that for your tasks too, buddy.”
“Okay, enough trash talking.” Zeke punched the ‘up’ button for the elevator. “You two are in the other
tower. Call our room or hit us up on the celly when you’re ready to start this.”
“Are we all in the spirit now?” Dante asked as he rubbed his hands together.
“I think you had too much beer.” Lennon patted Dante on his back. “We’ll see you all in a bit.
Nichelle?”
She turned to the trio in the elevator.
“You did shave, didn’t you?”
Before she could get Lennon back with a cool and clever comeback the doors closed.
“Let’s get our bags from the car and head up,” Dante said.
Although they spoke on the way to the car, Dante liked the silence between conversations where he
was able to notice Nichelle, watch the way she walked and, especially, look at her fine ass.
He still remembered the day she walked into Professor Salver’s Western Civilization class. Even then
she kept her hair looking salon beautiful, her fingernails were always manicured and he’d never seen
her without some makeup on her face, either some lipstick or eyeliner or something.
At his car, Dante popped open his trunk. Since he and Nichelle drove to the hotel together to save on
parking space and expense, her luggage rested in his trunk next to his. He stopped her when she
reached inside to get it.
“I got it,” he professed as he slung carry-on bags over his shoulder and pulled out handles for both
pieces of luggage with wheels.
“I just love a big, strong man.” In an exaggerated fashion, Nichelle fluttered her long eyelashes.
“Really? Is that all you like in a man?” he pressed.
Nichelle glanced back at Dante as though daring him to continue with his line of questioning. “It’s
going to be a long day, Dante. You’ll want to pace yourself with the sex questions. Besides you might
get some of that later on.”
“Some of what?” The doors of the parking garage elevator opened as soon as Dante hit the ‘up’
button. “Some of this?” He smacked her on her fleshy backside.
She jumped then turned around to him. “Unless it’s on your list, spanking is not on my list so I would
suggest you keep your hands to yourself.”
Dante snapped his fingers. “Damn, I knew there was something I was missing.”
“You think you’re cute, don’t you?” she asked while trying not to smile.
“I can see from your little lip curl that you think so too.”
She turned back around, facing her luscious backside to him. He wanted to strip her naked and take
her right there in the elevator. Watching each floor button light up tortured him. He thought that the ride
past the fifth floor lasted longer than it should have. He hopped from one foot to the other. Thankfully
from Nichelle’s stoic expression, she must not have noticed either.
As soon as they reached their floor, Dante pressed his body against the door so that Nichelle could
walk out. When they got to their hotel room door, he noticed Nichelle’s hands trembled as she
struggled to get the card key inside.
The green light clicked finally. Dante’s heart returned to its normal beat as soon as she opened the
door.
“Oh God! It’s freezing in here.” Nichelle rushed to the thermostat and turned it to broil. Dante was
sure of it.
He dumped the bags by the open closet while she strolled over to the window with drawn curtains.
Pulling them back, she let a stream of bright sunlight pour into the room bathed in yellow. From the
sallow walls to the off white bedspread with yellow flowers on them, Dante felt like the serpent in the
Garden of Eden.
Nichelle waved her hand while at the window. Dante moved to her side. Gazing across the way he
saw his three good friends staring back at him. They waved back but looked anxious. Their room
must have been at a reasonable temperature. Big Zeke already had his tent of a coat off and Lennon
shed his coat but, of course, left that scarf hanging around his neck. Happy, who looked so cute in her
little cap, wore a turtleneck and black jeans.
“Look at them,” Dante said as he gave them a cursory wave. “It’s the new ‘Mod Squad’.”
Nichelle laughed. Every hair on Dante’s body stood on end. Nichelle could sneeze and he would find
something attractive about the gesture. Hell, everything about the woman got him going. She peered
over her shoulder, gazing at him. Nichelle knew she turned him on.
“Guess I had better close the curtain and get this thing started,” Nichelle said. “No time like the
present.”
She brushed by Dante to get to the phone. He watched her call their friends to let them know the show
would begin shortly. To keep his anxious heart and hands still, he sat in a chair by the window. The
hum of the heater whirred by his ear but his concentration remained on Nichelle.
Nichelle removed her boots and thick socks first. Dante let his gaze drop to her feet. Each of her
toenails glittered with her bright, red polish. The longer he stared at her perfect pedicure the more his
cock throbbed.
“You’re awful quiet over there,” she said as she removed her sweater. “Saving the jokes for later?”
Dante said nothing as he stared at her breasts housed in a black lace bra. Damn, he could never get
enough of staring at that, looking at her. Nichelle was a walking work of art. She was no museum
piece so he definitely wanted to touch her.
Her delicate fingers unsnapped the button on her jeans. With each tooth her zipper passed on its way
down, his pulse raced. He grabbed the arms of the chair hoping that keeping them confined would
calm him.
“Where did you want to eat dinner tonight?” she asked. She twisted her hips from one side to the
other as she wriggled out of her jeans. “I was thinking we stay here at Waterside and go to a
restaurant in the mall. What do you think?”
Now only clad in the black bra and matching lace panty Dante’s mouth went dry. He planted both feet
flat on the floor as he stared at her. Sweat rolled down into his eyes.
Easy, man. Easy.
Nichelle reached behind herself and undid her bra. Curving her shoulders in, she slipped the garment
down her arms and tossed it on one of the two twin beds. Dante would have to thank Zeke for getting
him and Nichelle a room with double beds. He should have known the two would have slept in the
same bed together.
With a quick tug, Nichelle pulled her panties down and had it join her bra on the bed. She let out a
breath and twirled in front of Dante.
“Happy? I can’t wait until next year when you go first.” She tiptoed to the phone again. “Now to call the
guys and get this thing going.”
She made one step toward the phone before Dante bolted from his chair. He wrapped one arm
around her narrow waist and the other got her behind her head, nestled in her soft, straight hair.
Savage force made him push her against a waist-high dresser. He smothered her thick lips with his in
a hard, passionate kiss. Nichelle returned the forceful gesture, sliding her tongue in his mouth. She
tasted sweet from the ginger ale she’d had during lunch.
Cupping her ass, he raised her onto the dresser. She spread her legs to accommodate his body.
Dante moved his hand up her body until it found her breast. He massaged it, letting her hardened
nipple brush the palm of his hand.
Nichelle broke from the kiss long enough for her hands to undo his belt and pants. His jeans dropped
to the floor with a thud. She managed to get his boxers over his jutting cock and used her feet to slide
it down his legs.
In a commanding move, she wrapped her hand around his shaft, stroking him until he could no longer
take the sweet sensation. Sensing his need, Nichelle placed him at her slick pussy opening. Dante
gazed into her wild eyes for a brief moment before plunging himself inside of her.
Nichelle wrapped her legs around him, keeping him close as he drove deeper and deeper inside of
her, the channel of her cunt so hot and tight around him. He kissed her hungrily, nipping her bottom lip
as she embedded her fingernails into his shoulders.
“Dante, oh! Oh!” Nichelle arched her back and drew him in closer.
He hooked her leg around his arm and pounded into her harder, faster. The dresser banged against
the wall in concert with his thrusts but Dante didn’t care.
His body shook, tremors overtaking him. She must have sensed his need. Nichelle wrapped her arms
around him, her legs locked behind his back and she rocked with him.
“I’m coming! I’m, oh---” Nichelle let out a string of profanities then nibbled at his earlobe.
Hearing her come and the teasing she did with her mouth, erupted Dante’s orgasm. He held onto her
thighs as he came deep inside of her. He slowed down to a halt. Both of them panted like fighters
after eight rounds.
“I wondered how long it was going to take you to come get me,” she whispered.
Dante lifted his head off of her shoulder. When his gaze connected to her eyes, he asked, “Do you
think the others know?”
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