“Ms. Salmon is a mess talking about if we missed her… I need to ask her why she always sounds like she’s arguing with someone when she talks,” Cristle mentioned to Kevin. Ms. Salmon had a deep Nigerian accent and was often confused with being confrontational. However, she was just a mild-mannered woman who was misunderstood and it didn’t help that she was big, round and black. Very black. Like tar. When she smiled, all you could see were her perfect white teeth. Her smile was beautiful though. Ms. Salmon was about six-feet and 300 pounds and loved to eat rice and beans for breakfast, lunch and dinner. She also loved to sip on mint tea throughout the day. She said it helped with her digestive system.
The ride home was quick and there wasn’t much said between the two. Cristle was coming off of her high from the hard to explain energy she felt between herself and Kevin. She turned to look at Kevin driving, who was focused on getting them both home safely as it was snowing outside and Kevin could barely see the road ahead. She admired his beauty. She never knew a man could be so beautiful. His chocolate-colored skin complexion was perfect and blemish free. His hair was neatly trimmed and he even appeared studious with his black-rimmed designer eyeglasses. When he spoke, he spoke with confidence and poise. She loved that.
A blizzard was passing through the town and it was extremely windy. The road ahead was covered in white untouched snow and the sound of the wind sounded like a ghost from a horror movie. Naturally, Kevin skidded a few times but maintained control of the car while placing his hand out towards Cristle to protect her from flying forward into the dash, even though she wore a seatbelt. She loved that he was protective. She loved the way he drove and maintained control. She loved how manly and authoritative he was.
The two said their goodbyes and Cristle quickly ran upstairs to get out of cold. She lived on the second floor of a three-story home that her grandparents owned in a middle class neighborhood right outside of Hartford. It’s the house she grew up in and lived all her life but she often thought about moving to Miami where the weather was obviously hotter and so were the people.
As soon as Cristle got home, she de-robed as she always did when she arrived home from work, and tossed the black sweater dress from Banana Republic she wore that day into the hamper located in the hallway. She was a germaphobe and didn’t want the ‘infected’ clothes that she’d been wearing all day to infest her home with God-knows-what. She peeked outside of her kitchen window and could barely see anything but snow blowing every which way. The blizzard was coming full force and she grew excited at the thought of not having to work tomorrow. She poured herself a glass of red wine, walked to her couch and sat down in her bra and panties turning on the TV. A Law & Order: SVU episode was on.
“Word!” she said in excitement, but her excitement quickly turned into annoyance.
She was lonely and wished that she had someone to cuddle with. Her daughter Zara was with Cristle’s mother for the weekend and she had the house all to herself. She hugged her couch pillow and pouted without even realizing it.
The door bell rang.
She rose from the couch,“What the hell?” she thought as her eyes widened with curiosity. She looked at the wall clock and realized that it was almost midnight, “Who the hell could that be?” she quickly ran to the bathroom and put on her red Ralph Lauren robe she had from high school, tying it tightly, and grabbed the wooden bat from behind the bedroom door. Who knows where she got the bat from.
She crept down the stairs and peered through the peep-hole but couldn’t see who was ringing the bell, there was just too much snow blowing around.
“Uh, who is it?” she asked in a deep voice, trying to her best to sound like a man. She figured if she sounded like a man, it would scare off the potential intruder but she wasn’t fooling anybody.
“Cristle, it’s me…open up!” Cristle swung open the door in bewilderment to see Kevin standing there in the snow hugging himself to keep warm.
She threw her arms up and asked, “What the heck are you doing here?” she was confused with good reason. “Come inside,” she ordered, motioning for him to follow her and they stood in the hallway that led to the stairs to her apartment. He closed the door behind him.
“You left your phone in my car and I just wanted to give it back to you,” he reached in his pocket and pulled out the black Android touch screen phone, “It’s been ringing non-stop actually. Hell, I’m surprised you didn’t realize it was gone – it’s practically an extension of you.”
“Ha. Funny!” she reached out to take the phone from him and he pulled back in jest. “Now you’re a comedian? You’re mighty playful tonight…didn’t know this part of you existed,” she replied leaning forward trying to get her phone back with her right hand, holding her robe closed with the left. The tie was coming loose. He held the phone in the air causing her to jump up for it. She was barely 5 feet 3 inches and he was well over 6 feet.
Kevin finally gave Cristle the phone and she quickly turned it on to see eleven missed calls from Zara’s father, Felipe and a text message that read:
I just wanted 2 make sure U reached home OK.
Rolling her eyes, she turned the phone back off. Felipe was used to Cristle answering on the first ring and he went a little crazy when she didn’t this time around.
“Thanks for bringing it back. That was nice of you.”
“Everything okay?” he asked genuinely concerned.
“Yes, everything is fine, you better get going. You-know-who might be looking for you,” she rolled her eyes sighing and turned around to open the door for Kevin. He reached over her and held the door shut with his right hand.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” She turned around to face him to answer the question.
“I’m fine,” she smiled to reassure him that she was really fine and he turned around to leave despite his urge to stay.
At work the following Monday at undisclosed company, it was business as usual. Cristle and Kevin went about their work day as if nothing had happened the week before as if those feelings didn’t exist. It was the end of the day and Cristle gathered her things to get ready to go. The last city bus would arrive in 15 minutes and she would have to take her time to walk down the street to avoid falling on her ass. A lot of the snow had hardened over the weekend, turning into ice. Cristle was a diva and wore heels every day of the year…rain or shine you wouldn’t see her in anything else but a pair of pumps.
The other workers including Ms. Salmon left for the day and weren’t scheduled back until tomorrow. It was unusual for anyone to stay past 5PM unless you were working the overnight shift like Kevin was that day.
“Where are you off to?” Cristle looked up from her desk, as she was gathering her things to get ready to leave for the dey, and saw Kevin standing in the doorway of her office.
“Home. Where do you think?” She put her head down and pretended to organize the papers on her desk trying to refrain from smiling. She had a crush. Being that Kevin was working the overnight shift she wouldn’t be able to hitch a ride with him that night and that disappointed her.
Kevin stepped fully into the office and closed the door behind him. Everyone was gone for the day and it was just the two of them left.
“Oh, so you’re being a smart ass, huh?” his voice deepened and he squinted trying to appear intimidating. Little did he know, Cristle enjoyed this game very much. He walked towards her and Cristle started to breathe heavily. “Take off your dress. Now!” Kevin demanded. Cristle did as she was told and slowly de-robed, not losing eye contact with Kevin. She was waiting for this moment to happen.
She like this game very much.
“Aren’t you going to do the same?” she asked him, unbuckling his pants causing his grey slacks to drop to the ground, exposing Pinocchio’s nose.
“I’m the one who makes the demands. Not you,” She raised an eyebrow and continued to undress. She made sure she wore matching bra and panties that day. She was prepared for anything. Grabbing both of her arms, Kevin held them above her head with one of his. He admired her body and nodded in approval. Cristal was very curvaceous in all the right places and he was immediately turned on.
“Thank Goodness I shaved,” she thought to herself.
He turned her around and pressed his body against her back, cupping her breasts with his hands and burying his face in her hair, it smelled good….just like strawberries.
“Cristle, the um…the umm… umm…” Mrs. Salmon stammered and her deep intimidating voice trailed off into a whisper and breaking the silence with her mug dropping to the ground spilling her mint tea everywhere. The two didn’t hear the knock or even the door open for that matter.
The two spin around to see Mrs. Salmon standing in the doorway with her mouth wide open.
Cristle was caught with her pants down, or should I say dress? She was literally caught with her dress down by her ankles.
To be continued…