Three Days and Two Nights, Apart

This is my story. There are many out there, but this one is mine....er duh...now I\'m channeling Full Metal Jacket. I need more sleep.

Anyway, enjoy...
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“Three Days and Two Nights, Apart”
by Oluremi Annas

Thursday Morning.

5:50 am. I was lying in the bed, thinking, drifting… trying to sleep. Adrian was up already in and out of the bathroom getting ready for his pending trip. As the general manager of a local theater chain, it was his responsibility to go to all of the corporate meetings. This time his job needed him to travel to New York, their headquarters, to attend some conference on theater management. He was running through the house grabbing last minute stuff to pack. I flipped and flopped in the bed trying to hold on to that last bit of sleep. No such luck. Adrian’s noise and the sounds of the meteorologist on TV kept me up. I finally popped my eyes open, annoyed.

“Damn man, people tryin’ to sleep.” I made sure to emphasize that I was bothered. Adrian peered over at me like I was crazy.

“You heard me.” I displayed much attitude, but Adrian wasn’t buying it. He walked over and pulled the sheets off the bed.

“Mutha fucka…” I sat up. Adrian grinned as he walked back to his suitcase. Here’s my time to attack. I hopped off the bed and walked in the direction of the closet. I could feel him staring at me, wondering. I started messing with the blankets on the shelf. Fuck you. I ain’t interest in revenge. I tried to convince myself so he could feel it too. Adrian finally shrugged and went back to packing, that’s when I charged at him and pushed him towards the bed.

“What, what…?” he laughed as he fell on the bed. Despite the clumsiness of the motion, Adrian’s act of falling on the bed was more like a dancer’s graceful drop. I didn’t think it was possible to be so stylish in everything you do, but that was Adrian.

I don’t recall the thing that attracted me first. I first met Adrian 11 years ago in a mall as he was drifting in and out of stores job hunting. His whole body, attitude, and stance dripped with coolness, as if being cool was a cologne or oil that one could bathe in. I saw him before he saw me; at least that’s what I thought and still think to this day. As we passed each other, I could feel my heart leap out of my chest and onto his shoulder. It must have whispered my secret desires to him. Why else would he turn around? Thinking back, at the time I didn’t really see him as my type, but then he was. His physical features were everything that I wanted. Maybe I was afraid that he wouldn’t like me so I labeled him as ‘not my type’ to save myself from being hurt. The biggest thing that has always kept me interested in Adrian is this weird duality about everything that made him. At 5’10”, he wasn’t a very tall man, but he was taller than me, so I liked it. He grows his hair long and straightens it, but it was short enough to maintain his African American features, which recurrently kept people guessing about his nationality. And those features, his thick eyebrows, bronze-colored skin, dark smoky eyes and lean jaw line created a face that could portray either innocence or attitude. I found it stimulating how any outfit that he wore looked good on him. His clothes would hug his body like a lonely girlfriend emphasizing his lean but fit frame. I remained certain that whenever he was without me, women flocked to him to get his attention regardless to whether he noticed it or not. All of that doesn’t even compare to the things that come out of his mouth. Adrian had the ability to sell ice to Eskimos and talk the panties off a nun. His smooth subtle voice accented the socially versed witty talk that flowed from his lips. He was a talker. I loved the flow of his voice, as the tiny fluctuations in his dialect that portrayed an unrecognizable accent would equally perpetuate the idea that he was from a foreign country, as did his features. He was an above average manipulator of verbal foreplay, which more than exemplified his lovemaking skill.

I set myself on top him reaching behind my back for his zipper.

“Woman, what the hell are you doing?” He grabbed my arms, but I was determined. Finally, Adrian grabbed enough of me to flip me over and lay on top of me. In his efforts to get me to stop, he didn’t realize the setup. I wrapped my legs around him,

“Awe, you weren’t planning to leave without givin’ me some?” I was coy and lovable. Adrian scoffed as he glanced at the clock.

“You’re crazy.” He reached down to move my legs then realized that I wasn’t wearing any panties. Amazing what you can do in a closet. I smirked. Adrian gasped with a surprised look on his face. For a highly intelligent, well-rounded man, his moments of pure un-stealthy sexual excitement crack me up. Adrian’s fingers migrated towards my exposed lips and I knew that everything else he was thinking was out the window. As his fingers slowly passed over my clit, I felt all my worries melt. It was something about his touch that could instantly excite my body to the point of an orgasm. I swear, somewhere in his lifetime, somebody pulled him to the side and taught him the true fundamentals of lovemaking. He slowly inserted his fingers inside my vagina and began rubbing my inner walls as his thumb lightly tickled my clit. It was like he was in tune with my body and could anticipate where I wanted to be touched and how I wanted to be held. Adrian unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. I could feel his tongue on my neck as he pulled out his fingers and rubbed his dick against me. I could sense myself becoming wet and ready. I tugged on his shirt to tell him I wanted it. As he pushed his penis inside me, my hips and thighs shuttered as if a cold wind blew through my system. A quick orgasm. I moaned in my high-pitched sex voice. I have no idea why it happens, but sex seems to make my voice go up 2 octaves. Adrian loved it. He grabbed my wrists as he looped his arms under my legs. He had me in a position where I couldn’t move. All I could do was accept him. He knew that’s how I liked it. The positions we regularly commit to during sex seemed to portray the inner social desires we longed for. I spent the latter parts of my day in control of all my surroundings. I was mother, wife, and matriarch of my home. At work I might have been the assistant, but I was still in a position of authority among my co-workers. I was on top everywhere else, but here, Adrian was in charge. Mindful that Adrian’s daily career routine also has him in a position of authority, he still felt leashed by the balls by the corporate bloodsuckers at the theater’s HQ and therefore longed for more spots of firmness. I happily consented to allowing him to set the tone and the speed of the rhythm like a masterful orchestra conductor. I was stuck passive and submissive on my back subjectively forced to enjoy myself. What a crime. His control of things would be totally fine by me if it wasn’t for that damn smirk etched across his face like a painted ken doll. Okay, okay, it’s his. It’s all his, but does he have to rub it in by not moaning or even blinking when I’m clawing the sheets and panting like an out of shape marathon runner? I love to watch you enjoy it, he says, but who exactly likes being watched, I thought. In this instance, Adrian was moving fast. I tried to convince myself that his choice in pace wasn’t based on the fact that he had to leave soon, but who cares? I’m gettin’ some and that’s all that’s important. He let go of my wrists letting my legs flop back down around him. He pushed us back up on the bed with my head resting on the pillow. This is when I noticed that his pants had fallen around his ankles. I remember an off colored comment Paula said about men getting a quickie. They have white ‘coochie juice’ stains around their zippers where they just pulled it out stuck it in. Thankfully Adrian completely unfastened his pants. He pulled up my shirt exposing my breasted then tucked his head down to suck on my nipple.

“You are soo bad.” I huffed. I could all but feel him grinning at that statement. He moaned, finally. I think deep down I’m counting them and saving them to memory because it a very rare occurrence. Despite his lack of emotion, I was all over the place. My excitement was peaking great highs as I rode the waves of the continuous orgasms like a surfer. Adrian looked up from my breasts and kissed me. He plunged his tongue in my mouth and I began thinking of excuses for him to stay with me today on a sex binge. He tucked one of his arms underneath my shoulder as his other hand wandered down toward my clit. The feeling of him inside me with his fingers stroking my clit was clouding my thoughts. My mind and senses were engulfed. I was no longer on the bed, in my room, in my apartment or on this planet, but I was in a place that only allow Adrian and I. The only feeling was this pleasure. Then I noticed it. It started in the pit of my stomach like a feather tickling my guts all the way down to my feet. Then it grew and grew until it was a ball of orgasmic energy floating through my system. The rhythmic pulses in which Adrian pushed himself deeper and deeper inside me acted as the count down to my impending climax. I threw my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. “I love you.” I whispered into his ear. I guess he could tell I was about to come because he slowed his rhythm and focused on thrusting deeper and harder. He was now toying with me, but my movements must’ve been getting to him because he arched his back and closed his eyes, panting.

“Oh God, I’m coming.” I proclaimed.

Adrian pulled out and leaped down putting his face between my legs. My body jerked as Adrian sucked on my clit. I yelled out in pleasure as warm juices squirted out into Adrian mouth. It was a surprise that I didn’t wake the kids.

“No fair, I’m supposed to be making you come.” Adrian grinned at me sheepishly looking up from my legs. “You know how my system is, we’d be here all day.”

“…soooo...” I set up. Adrian’s power over all other men is his ability and curse to go for hours. Great when I want orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. But alittle ego bruising when you want to believe that your stuff is sooo good.

Adrian stood then leaned down and kissed me. His lips tasted and smelled like me. “I really got to go.” He walked back to the bathroom. “Blah, blah, blah.” I flopped back down on the bed.

Adrian was ready and walking out of the door by 5 minutes to 7. He kissed me again; this time his body smelled of an extra helping of Fahrenheit cologne and his breath was minty fresh. He rubbed his fingered between my legs one last time. “Hmm, I’m going to miss this.” He whispered. “I’ll call you when I get settled.”

I followed him to the door and watch him walked down the hall with his suitcase and briefcase. So what he was only going to be gone 3 days and 2 nights, I’m still going to miss him. After Adrian left, I hopped back in the bed trying to catch those last important 15 minutes of sleep or something like that. Really I was trying to hold on the last remnants of my orgasm. I lay there, thinking. Getting Adrian’s attention was probably the hardest thing between us. After that chance meeting in the mall that day, he’s done nothing more than shower me with his affections. So what the hell is wrong with me? Sometimes, I feel like I want more. Despite the fact that Adrian provides me with everything, I still long for something that I know he can’t give me. Over the course of our 10-year relationship we’ve seen our share of ups and downs. Throughout the challenges we’ve faced, Adrian was a rock. I wonder sometimes if my longing for other things was based off the fact that Adrian was so stable. I let my eyes drift back and forth as I surveyed the room. I looked at the cracks in the ceiling hoping not find a bug or something with a million legs on the wall. Nothing. I felt a little tired so I let my focus randomly dance about as my eyes looked around. The news was reporting some breaking news about a house fire or gas line rupture in the Southeast area of the city. I followed that thought and began wondering what I would do if the apartment caught on fire. Would I be able to grab the kids and get out of here? I looked over at the window. Well, we’re on the ground floor; I guess I could break the window and hop out. Then I started thinking about Adrian and what he would do if we couldn’t make it out. I shook my head. Damn, the man’s been gone only for like 10 minutes and I’m already killing off his family. I tried to focus my mind on my previous thoughts. I wanted to see if I could organize my feelings and put my wants into some kind of perspective with no luck. I kept having visions of flying cars and dancing mailboxes until I realized that I had fallen asleep.