by
Spicie Los

After my hectic work day, I routinely rolled a tree and rocked to the raspy soulful sound of Etta James while I slipped into another dimension. There was something about the pain and tourment in her voice that always accomidated my high. Tonight for some reason, music wasn't enough to keep me occupied. I tried watching television, but couldn't focus on it long enough, I picked up a book . . . shit,who was i fooling? I paced the floor for a while . . . I had to get out of this apartment. I remembered a club in D.C. that my homegirl told me about a few weeks ago, and decided to check it out. Since my friends were all in relationships, I recently discovered what it meant to be a "loner." So as i'd been doing in the last few weeks, I headed down to the club alone. It wasn't a dance club, if I wanted to see asses shaking, I would have gone to Club 55. Tonight, I just felt like hiding out. This was one of those back alley spots, a place where weed heads hung to come down off their high, artists flocked outside to have their eccentric conversations, and struggling poets came to read their latest work.

I got there around 11:30, and found a dark spot to sit and listen to these poets bear their souls. Soft music played, and I could faintly hear whispers from people who sat near by. The room was small, and smokey from the incense that burned. The smell of sanallwood burned on each table, held by a small wooden bowl.

I sat with my eyes closed, listening to each writer as they came up to recite their poetry. One woman came up and talked about her money problems, another about a broken heart. I was completely consumed by the weed I had smoked eariler, and didn't pay much attention to these rambling strangers. After about an hour, I heard a very nervous voice step upstage. Shaky, but stern, she read her anti-political, borderline militant script. The poem may not have been the best of the evening, but it definitely had my attention. I sat up to see this politically frustrated chick who I heard freestyling. To my surprise, this sista was not only a dime piece, but she was Asian.

I listened to the rest of her poem, and watched her familiarly sift through the crowd as she humbly nodded in response to her applause. She sat diagonally 2 tables from me, and asked the waitress for a cup of hot tea. I watched her as she sat and sipped her tea, and watched other artists read. This chick was the epitomy of sexiness.

She wore dark green fatigue pants with a black Ralph Lauren turtleneck and a pair of tim's. Her jet black hair was pulled back, and hung halfway down her back. She wasn't "bony" like the typical asian female. She was a medium build, I'd say about nia long's size, and had smoothe golden skin.

"Go talk to her, she's cool as shit ma" said the waitress as she set my second Hazelnut latte down. "You've been starring at her for the last 20 minutes, why don't you join her, at least you could get a better look." I threw $3.50 on the table as I rolled my eyes at her and grabbed up my latte, and managed to grunt "Mind your business."

I walked through the club, and made my way outside as I searched for the pack of Newport's that I stuffed into my jeans eariler. Once outside, I sparked my cigarette and sat on a bench across from the club entrance. I sat and tried to persuade myself to go talk to shortie. Hell it's not like I'm bad looking. Tonight I had my hair in cornrows covered by a black skullcap and a black sweater with a pair of baggy denim jeans on and of course, a pair of Tim's. I kept trying to pull my skully down over my now, bright red ears. It was about 20 degrees tonight, and my complexion was showing how cold I was. I was a lighter skinned sistah with hair slightly touching the middle of my back, dark brown eyes, and a light patch of freckles on my nose. Not a supermodel, but not bad looking either.

The club door opened, and I saw ole girl step outside. She glanced over at me, and smiled, then stepped partially into the street to hail a cab. After watching her, obviously annoyed from being passed by two cab's, I headed over to where she was standing. "It's almost 1am ma, you're never gonna catch a cab you want a ride?" She sized me up for a second, then said "I saw you inside, why'd you leave so soon?" "I wanted to come out here and smoke a newport and freeze my ass off . . . do you want a ride or not"?She smiled at me so shyly "Well I guess anyone who'll catch pneumonia to smoke a cigarette is too dumb to be dangerous. I'd love a ride"

The walk to the car was quiet, I didn't really know what to say to her. Luckily, she broke the silence. "Hey, what's your name?""Freedom, but you can call me Free, what about you, what's your label"? "Thai," Thai the poet. She said as she smiledDamn she looked good. The coldness of the night made her nipples erect through her snug turtleneck. And you're damn right I was peepin. I tried not to make it obvious that I was interested, but the look that she gave me told me that she already noticed. "Well, here's my car" I said, as I walked around and opened her door. She leaned into me, lips pressing against my ear, and softly whispered "thanks for opening my door." "I backed up, and gave her a head nod, letting her know that it was my pleasure"

The ride started off quiet, then I put my new "City High" cd, and we both began rocking our heads. "First of all, it aint my fault, that the chick broke your heart, if you was hurt, you should'a told me from the start, steada' sendin' me those flowers, all that candy and that gucci shit, on the phone for hours gassin' me like I'm some goofy bitch"

"This shit is ill," she said in between nod's and off beat singing.

"What do you know about this, aren't you supposed to be listening to some foreign Bruce Lee type ish (laugh)."

"Free, you betta go head with that, this is MY music."

"Is that right Thai?"

"Yea, that's right" she said, nodding her head.

"Ok, about two more blocks, and you can let me out""Well while I've got you, do you mind if I quiz you a little"?"Naah, I don't mind, what's up . . . ""Ok, first of all, how old are you, and how long have you been in D.C.""Look at you, being all nosey! Naah, um, let's see. I'm 24 years old, and I've been here since I was 19. Five years ago, I lived the typical "ethnic" lifestyle. I lived in an average neighborhood in New Jersey. I was quiet, very submissive, and worked part time in my fathers restaurant. I did everything that I was expected to do in all aspects of my life, except when it came to who I chose to fall in love with. One night while my parents were at the restaurant, and my little brother was SUPPOSED to be sleeping, I had an ex girlfriend over, and we began fooling around. I'd just started going down on her, when my little brother walked in. Well, of course, being a little brother . . . he told my father. Daddy was outraged, Mom was disgusted, so I was told very clearly to choose between my family or my lifestyle . . . ,so, I moved here. What about you, what's your story"?

"Damn that's crazy. Let's see, I'm 22, and I basically moved out of my mother's house because I can't stand her. We keep in touch, but I will never move in there again. I enjoy living alone. It's peaceful. My place is a mess sometimes, but it's my mess. I've been "out" for about 2 years, but currently my love life is non-exisantant, and I'm all right with that. I've met a few girls, but no one worth putting any effort into. I am a workaholic, and I smoke a lot of bud. I guess the women in my life couldn't tolerate my habits, so I'm chillin right now. I guess anything worth having, is worth waiting for. Even pussy. So I'm just laying back right now, letting shit happen.

"Yea, I feel you on that Free"

"Well," said Thai, "my Building is up here on the left. You are welcomed to come up if you want to. I have some stale coffee, and I'm sure if I get the moldy pieces out of the way, I have enough bread to make us some sandwiches. (Laugh)

Now, I wasn't sure if she was flirting, or just wanted to continue our conversation, but I was definitely going to bite.

"aiight, let me find somewhere to park, and I'll come up for a little while"

The building was ok. not lit well, and pretty run down looking, but I didn't care. I watched her. She took small steps up the staircase that led to her apartment. Those cargo pants fit honey right, and she still smelled like the sandalwood incense from the club. Once there, she stepped in, and sifted through some mail which had been slid under her door. Her apartment was small, but had a warm feeling. A pretty good sized living room with a television which had a playstation and sega dream cast in front of it. A black love seat with a sofa next to it and a few plants that hung throughout the room. Her Kitchen was small, and was oddly decorated with posters. Janis Joplin, Billie Holiday, Lauryn Hill, Maya Angelo and an older Asian woman who's picture appeared to be taken in a nightclub while she was crying. On her dining room table, she had a few books which were written in her native language, and an ashtray that sat in the middle of the table with a half smoked blunt in it. (a woman after my heart) = )

"Free, I'm going to go get out of these boots and put some slippers on . . . ,chill. There's fruit in the fridge, and the remote is probably in between the seats in the sofa, so just do whatever".

She didn't know that what I really wanted to do was lay her down and hear her scream my name . . .

"Ok Thai, I'll find something to do"

After a few minutes, she came back into the living room with a pair of square wooden slippers on.

"da hell did you get those funky looking things"

"My grandmother made them for me a few years ago, they look uncomfortable, but they are my most comfortable pair of shoes"

"Do they ever give you splinters" I said between laughing.

Thai came and sat on the sofa next to me. "shuddup Free, I wouldn't still be wearing them if they splintered my feet"

we sat and laughed for a few seconds, and she got up and picked up the ashtray that sat in the middle of her dining room table. Without saying anything, she sparked the blunt that was in the ashtray, and took a few hales off of it then passed it to me. We smoked for a few minutes, then began talking.

"So Thai, how long have you been writing"she sat down on the floor, and rested her head on the sofa that she sat in front of. "I've been writing since I learned to spell". Wanting, to keep eye contact, I sat on the floor next to her."damn, so this shit's serious for you hunh""poetry is my life Free. My writing is my therapy. I couldn't breathe without my words." She caught herself after having said all that, and sparked up a newport.

"Can I get some of that Thai" I said, as I reached for her cigarette.

damn she looked beautiful. I watched as she blew the burned nicotine out of her mouth, and playfully fumbled with her lighter. She handed me the half-smoked cigarette, and watched me as I took 3 short hales off of it.

"here you go" I said as I passed it back to her.

This time, she took the cigarette from me, and put it out in the ashtray. She turned and watched as I blew the remaining smoke out of my mouth. As I blew, she put her mouth up to mine, and inhaled the excess smoke that I let out.

"You ever done a shotgun before Freedom"? She asked as she leaned back and let my smoke out of her nose.

Kind of shaken, I slowly press my tongue to my lips, and lubricate them. Nervously, with my head down, as if I was examining the cracks in her wooden floor, I responded. "Naah, T, I've never done a shotgun before."

She studied me for a few minutes, I was completely lost in her eyes. She looked at me for what seemed to be an hour . . .

"What's up Thai, why are you looking at me like that"?

"I'm wondering how soft your lips are Free. Your skin feels like silk, so I'm imagining how good your lips will feel in between my legs."

I completely lost my composure. not able to answer her, I leaned into her, and began kissing her neck. My kisses were followed by small circular licks from my tongue. She turned her head so that our lips would meet. Damn, I thought I was going to die, right there. Her lips felt like rose petals, soft, and smoothe, they tasted like the cherry lip gloss that she smeared on when we first walked in the house. Thai leaned back, and smiled at me, she then stood up, and pulled me up with her. She pulled at my sweater, letting me know to take it off. Immediately, I accommodated her wishes. I pulled my sweater off, and began unbuttoning my pants. Before I took them off, I turned her around, and pulled her turtleneck off, and unsnapped her bra. I unbuttoned her pants, and slid my hands down the front of her panties. The warmth and wetness that I felt, is almost indescribable. Once inside of her panties, my fingers slid up and down her moist pussy. My hands gently caressed it, up and down, then finally, went inside of her. She leaned into me, trying not to loose her balance. As her moans got louder, I went into her deeper, and faster. My fingers were inside of her, and my thumb was massaging her clit. Her legs were getting weaker, so I gently pulled out of her. My fingers soaked from her wetness, and held the scent of her emotion. I finished undressing her, and completely undressed myself.

"Thai, are you ok? Are you sure this is what you want?"Thai was breathing heavily, and didn't answer me right away, she pulled me into her, and began kissing me. Our tongues slid along one another's, and our bodies were pressed together. I could feel the wetness that had run down her leg, and that shit turned me on so much. She gently pulled my head back, and began kissing my nipples. She made circles around them with her tongue, and teasingly nibbled on them. Now against the living room wall, I pinned her hands flat against the wall's surface. She watched me, and gave me the sexiest smile I've ever seen. I rubbed my hands completely over her body. Her back, her chest, her face, her neck, her stomach, her legs, and her arms. This woman was a goddess. Her body was a chiseled work of art. I let my hands memorize each curve, of her body. I watched her as I admired her body, she enjoyed being my object, and I was happy to be her spectator.

Enough watching, I found her hand, and pulled it along with mine. We walked through the living room, into her bedroom, and I asked her to lay across the bed. I strattled myself ontop of her, and once again, indulged in a kiss. She rubbed her beautiful hands along my ass as we embraced, and I still tried to keep my composure. My pussy was dripping, and my clit was now very swollen. I rubbed her cunt and let my fingers tease her wetness. Between my fingers, I could feel her clit throbbing, I tried to hold on, but I had to feel it up against me. I adjusted myself ontop of her, and made a perfect fit. I can't explain the feeling of two warm dripping pussies pressed together. Our clits, merging, and our bodies moving in the same sensual motion.I looked into her eyes, as I rode her, hoping that she was feeling as good as I was. She panted, and moaned as my hips moved from side to side, up and down, and in and out. Our wetness made noise, and had now lubricated the sheets.

I felt Thai's legs tightening up, and her grip on me got tighter. "no, not yet baby" I whispered in her ear as I pulled off of her.The smell of our sex was driving me crazy, and I couldn't wait to taste her. I opened her legs, and strattled them onto my shoulders. I licked her thighs, hoping to get a small taste of what I was about to indulge in. I worked my way up to her pussy, and softly licked the sides of her walls. She was now moaning, and talking some shit that I couldn't make out. I assumed it was her native language, so I just continued. I licked her walls and caressed her clit with my fingers . . . the wetter she got, the hungrier I grew. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, so I dove in. I started at the bottom of her ass, and licked deeply up to her clit. I massaged her clit with my tongue, while she jumped wildly. She moaned more, and was pulling the shit out of my hair. I stiffened my tongue, and dug it deep into her warm hole. She screamed loudly when I entered. My tongue thrust in and out of her hole, fucking her as deep as I could go. She pressed my face deeper into herself. I pulled my tongue out, and began kissing her pussy softly. I kissed, then licked her clit, licked her walls, then slowly kissed her hole. My lips were soaked with her wetness. I slid my tongue back out, and with in and out and up and down motions, I fucked her hole again.

"Oh Shit Free . . . shit baby, please don't stop. Right there . . . right there . . . . oh shit, yes, yes baby."The more she screamed, the deeper I went into her. She grabbed a handful of my hair, and pulled hard as shit. Her thighs wrapped around my head, and I felt her being to shake."Baby, It's cumming . . . . . it's cumming . . . . oh shit, please don't stop . . . . . . lick that shit baby . . . please. It's cumming."

I tried to lick her pussy dry. I sucked up all of her wetness' licked, sucked, and kissed her clit . . . she wildly bucked as she tightened up more and more.

"OH SHITTTTTTTTTT" AW SHIT, OH FUCK . . . . . . "

She loosened up, and let go of her grip. I lapped up the remaining wetness that came out of her swollen hole. She laid back, arms extended . . . ,breathing heavily. I watched her, as I climbed onto the bed beside her, holding her hand. I leaned over and kissed her forehead.

"Thai, are you ok"?she gasped to catch her breath, and looked over at me, " . . . yes . . . yes, I'm fine."

Thai and I sat up almost 3 hours afterwards, and talked. We got to know eachother better, and I listened to her talk more about her culture. We fell asleep curled up in eachother's arms.

The next morning, I woke late. I looked at her clock, it was almost 2pm. There was an empty space next to me, I wondered where she'd gone. I laid there for a few minutes, and thought about the night we just shared. I couldn't exactly get my thoughts together, because it was still so unreal to me. 15 minutes had passed, and I wrapped myself in a sheet. I quietly walked through the living room, and into the kitchen. I stood in the kitchen, she was sitting at the dining room table writing. I stood, and watched her as she wrote. Sitting there completely nude. Skin glowing, hair falling down her back. Her shoulders were so strong, and legs were beautiful. She turned, and looked at me for a moment and smiled. She blew a kiss to me, and returned to her writing. She put so much emphasis into her writing, and had spent her life committed to it. If she only knew what I discovered that afternoon. I watched her, so seriously writing, but with so much patience. I knew that she was special, I knew at that moment, that she was, Poetry in Motion.
THE END

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