ENTICEMENT
One week after Thanksgiving, Derron came back to Atlanta. The girls and I got together with him and we all decided to go out to another club. We met at his house, but since I was riding with the girls I decided to stay with them. He wanted me to ride with him, but my theory has always been that if we come together, we leave together. We followed Derron to a club called Twenty Grand East and when we arrived, Derron and I walked around the club holding hands. Belinda started doing her thing on the dance floor and Vanessa got a drink with Derron’s cousin, Ernest, and sat down. Derron and I took pictures together, and he really seemed to be into me … just me. He kissed me constantly and told me how beautiful I was. I felt alive again, as if this was all meant to happen. This guy had really breathed life back into me again. I felt feelings I hadn’t felt in the twelve years or more since I’d been with Tony. We sat down at a table and ordered hot wings, chicken fingers and fries. He did most of the eating. I watched him eat; I guess I had gotten so wrapped in his looks and charm that I couldn’t eat. When Derron finished his food he looked over at me and said, “Now, back to you baby.” I laughed and just gazed into his big brown eyes. I felt his hand on my leg under the table, and then he went between my legs and moved on up to my panties … Oh wait, I wasn’t wearing any. He guided his long thick finger into my well-kept, wet pussy. I was paralyzed and I couldn’t move; it was like I was spellbound or something. I stared directly at him and did not move at all, though I continued spreading my legs further apart underneath the table. I bit my bottom lip trying very hard not to moan, but the feeling of his thick finger sliding in and out of me almost bought me to tears. I began motioning my hips around discreetly giving him back more of what he was giving me. “Seneca, Seneca… …don’t move,” he whispered. “Keep looking at me … Yeah, that’s it, that’s it,” he continued in a low deep voice.