Promises, Promise: An Erotic Short

Chapter 3

Kadeem couldn’t believe that he would only have two months.  Fallon was the one person on the cast and crew he didn’t feel he’d gotten a chance to know in the last show. He certainly watched her – saw how she would kind of shy away. He didn’t mistake those curves, not from the beginning, but was certain of them today. The sweater seemed to flatter her curvy shape in a way they never could before and placed an emphasis on her breasts. Kadeem also didn't mistake that the quiet demeanor could open to a passionate woman. And he was certain she was all woman in the bedroom.

            It wasn't as if he didn’t give her any attention, although with his age, he wasn’t as aggressive any more unless he was certain. He did make up a little diddy that he and the other cast member played for her one day. He even told her one day to stop hiding in the wings, but she still seemed to sneak around a bit.  Kadeem was hoping to just have a conversation with her, maybe convince her to let her guard down a little.

The rehearsal room this time was shaping up to be no different.  She still refused to sit beside him, even though a seat was left open for her. Fallon seemed a little nervous, biting her lip and hiding her gaze at moments.  But the dialogue is where he felt he could reach her.   For every writer loves to hear a conversation about their work, so if he could just engage her…

“Something caught your eye?” the voice of T. Juwan permeated through the reverie.

“Depends on the definition of caught,” replied Kadeem.  He’d know T. Juwan for many years and didn’t need to fill in the questions or answers.

“She’s a good one, not to be played with. But there’s an edge if you round the corner just right.”

“You think so?”

“Just get into a discussion with her.”

  Leave it out of my rehearsal room, though.”

“I wouldn’t dare wrinkle your dynamics,” said Kadeem. “You do that well enough on your own.”

“Then you already know what I’m demanding.”

 “It’s just scene study.”

“Some scenery,” T. Juwan smiled, knowing the inevitable.  “Don’t keep too late hours studying.  I expect you fresh for the process.”

*****

“There is a certain magic in those lines, I do agree, “ said Kadeem, sitting at the table in his tee-shirt and sweats.

They were staying after one day just to chat about the script and the language of a pivotal monologue.  So far they were at odds. Fallon poured popcorn from its inside a bowl and proceeded to munch.

“But –“ prompted Fallon.

“It’s missing some passion,” replied 

“No, it isn’t,” protested Fallon.  “I tested it on plenty women – “

“Your friends.”

“Yes, my friends, and it worked for each of them. They felt it to be –“

“Charming and romantic,” finished Kadeem. “I know I know.”

“If you know then why don't you just say the words?” an exasperated Fallon asked.

“Because no man would say that,” Kadeem replied.

“Au contraire,” started Fallon.

“Have you ever had a man say those words – anything remotely close to them –

 to you before today?”

There was a challenge in Kadeem’s eyes and posture that she hadn’t previously seen.  Something in this moment almost got her off kilter, but she was absolutely adamant about the lines staying the way they were.

“Yes, I have, thank you,” said Fallon. “I’m not as innocent and I seem.”

“Name one.”

“One what?”

“What of said persons,” dared Kadeem. He was coming on strong sure, but something about the way she posed to prove her point, eyes sparkling, posture straight, not at all the girl who hid in the wings. This woman was certain of herself.

“I will not,” she retorted, pulling her papers together to depart.

“Because you can’t,” he responded. 

“I have romances, thank you!”

Kadeem pushed back, “No one goes around saying ‘the bliss surrounds your head as dew does grass’.”

“It’s creative liberty!”

“Yea, unbelieveable creative liberty.”

Fallon took a deep breath, calmed her temper, and looked straight at Kadeem. “Then what do you think they would say?”

Kadeem knew a chance when he saw it.  He put down his script and walked around the table.  He stood in front of her.  “I’ve been waiting for this moment for the past two years. You are beautiful.”

Kadeem held her gaze and walked closer to her, the sandalwood engulfing her senses yet again. Fallon didn’t register her amour inspired paralysis until it was too late.

He continued, “Your eyes glisten and shine in the light. Your words enchant me and your lips I’ve been longing to taste before time began.”

“Why don't you taste them then?” replied Fallon.  Her eyes widened in disbelief. “I’m sorry, I - ”

Not giving her time to renege on her taunt, Kadeem quickly embraced her and his lips were crashing down on hers.

The kiss was sweet, with some urgency, as if both were drinking from a desert oasis, the same pond, the same ladle.  Kadeem was surprised by how insistent the need was to taste her. He slowed their movements to a thorough searching of her lips, ending with three soft kisses to not startle her more.

Fallon pulled away, turning her back to him, and started to gather her notebook, placing everything from the table inside her bag.

“I think you proved your point about the passion,” said Fallon.  “I’ll talk to T. Juwan about rewriting that scene.”

 “I’ll give you the inspiration.”

Kadeem walked up behind her, stilling her hand on the papers and pulling her close. He kissed the nape of her neck softly, and ran his figures softly up her arm. He turned her around, resting his hands on her waist and resumed the kiss, this time deepening it so there would be no room for escape.  He put into it every moment of anticipation over the past 2 years.  He slid his lips to her jaw, then down to her neck. He hoped she wouldn’t break away and returned his lips to her soft, thick ones.

Kadeem then placed his hands on her curvy bottom, grasping her legs, and picked her up so that his head rested on her breasts. Fallon naturally wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist before she felt him place her at the head of the table where her script previously occupied. Her dress rose to just beside her thighs, her sheer stockings now slightly revealing their presence.  Kadeem continued his perusal of her mouth, then began to kiss down her collar bone and to her dress. He took Fallon’s golden zipper pull between his teeth and slide it down to reveal a lime green bra that seemed to glow against her brown skin.

“Matchy matchy?” Kadeem teased, kissing between her breast, then her navel, where her zipper path ended.

“You have no idea,” replied Fallon seductively, allowing her eyes to travel down then up. Kadeem bit his bottom lip and moved to between her legs to take a peek.

“You didn't make this easy,” remarked Kadeem.

“The good ones don’t.”

Kadeem laughed, reaching for his shirt and Fallon moved forward to help him pull it over his head. She pulled him close to kiss him again. He then kneeled down in front of her.  Kadeem ran his hands up her legs, to her waist to pull down her stockings and her lime green bikini cut panties, moving her effortlessly.

“You’re pretty good at this,” observed Fallon.

“You have no idea,” said Kadeem. He kissed a trail up her thighs, and Fallon moaned before moving her legs closer together of reflex. “Open up for me, baby. I want to see you.”

She moved her legs open wider and Kadeem continued to kiss around the rich chocolate.  He nibbled around her lower lips before blowing softly.  Kadeem’s eyes met Fallon’s briefly before going into taste the cherry she provided.

Instantly, Fallon arched as Kadeem slowly licked every inch of her.  He then turned his attention to her cherry core and sucked. Fallon laid back on the table, thankful for the longside of it, sighing her pleasure. 

“Get loud for me,” said Kadeem, seeing her pleasure but needed to know as much of her as possible. He felt himself harden just at the sight and smell of her, but wanted to know what she was capable of.

“There could be --”

“I don’t care.

“What if T. Juwan -- ”

“I want to hear you.”

Fallon watched as Kadeem continued to move his mouth along side her thighs, but refused to comply to his request.  Set on have her lose her composure, Kadeem moved his left hand down and thrust one finger into her liquid warmth.

“Kadeem!” Fallon sighed, a whispered scream. Immediately one hand found the back of his head, the other held his right hand holding her body steady.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Kadeem boasted, thrusting repeatedly.  “Again.”

“Kadeem,” she moaned as he thrust in two fingers.  Fallon was experiencing pleasure like she never had before. Kadeem could only watch, feeling her move in rhythm, riding his fingers. He couldn’t remember ever having someone so wet that he had to resist the urge to lower his sweats and slide in.  Then Kadeem moved his fingers, almost as tickling her inside or maybe his own version of planting a seed into her garden, causing her leg to have its own tremors.

She moaned, she arched, she called his name and rode a wave of pleasure sure to inspire a next chapter, a scene even. Kadeem thrust one last time and watched a second ripple course through Fallon.  And he watched the full moment in awe, knowing that their current place wouldn’t be able to hold the passion they’d need to explore. It was neither private nor comfortable enough.  On top of that, someone could walk in at any minute. Two things they didn't need were interruptions or anything that could tarnish her reputation with the cast or theatre. He’d waited for two years, he could put in more time.

            Her leg still shaking, Fallon was waiting for the next step when Kadeem stood up and pulled completely away from her.

“We have time,” said Kadeem.

“You said that one before,” replied Fallon.

“And I meant it.”

Kadeem pulled her back in to remind her of the moment they just shared. Fallon tasted herself on his lips. She ran her hand over his bare chest. Fallon moved down to settle at the elastic waistband of his jogging pants, but he stopped her.

            “Can I at least return the favor?”

 “Not here,” he replied. Kadeem just then saw a look of embarrassment flash in her eyes. “Wipe that look out your eyes. I have plans for you.”

            “What kind of plans?” she asked, getting off the desk and straightening her desk.

            “The kind that includes dinner, flowers, little songs and making love to you on an actual bed.  But not ‘the bliss surrounding your head as dew does grass’”

            Fallon hit him playfully and he moved to try to avoid the strike. Kadeem then handed out his hand. “Come.”