A Sip of Coffeedreamz: Bone of Her Bone
An Excerpt from The Second Rush

It would be too much of a cliché to say, I don’t know what came over me. It certainly wasn’t the champagne, so I’ll just admit the truth. I was aroused. Conviction said, Girl, you ain’t married yet! You’d better keep them legs at bay! I wasn’t trying to hear that while Gerald and I played twister on the hotel bed. Knowing that in a year’s time, or so, I could get It on a regular and guilt free excited me.

My heart beat against Gerald’s chest. His shirt was wide open---pects…strong and toned. A quarter would bounce back on them. The energy between us was unavoidable. We were burning with passion and I prayed we wouldn’t burn in hell, but God wasn’t issuing any oops passes that night.

I flipped the light switch off, Gerald grabbed my wrist and turned me over faster than a lottery winner after his spoils.

"I take care of you, not the other way around," he reminded me in a soft murmur.

Who was I to object the advance? It was high time I had someone confident enough to put me in my place.

"Let me show you what I can do wit my piano fingers," he said.

Past the cob webs, past the newly lubricated hinges of my legs, Niagra fell. Gerald’s touch put me in a trance and I started to see treble clefs, half notes, music bars and candy bars---Twix I think. Just as he removed what was left of my dress, he paused and stared at my mountain peaks. He smiled. It was their first time meeting. I felt his tiny droplets of sweat combine with mine.

"You nervous?" I asked.

"No. You?" he managed to say in between kisses.

"Do you have a condom?" I asked with innocence while biting my bottom lip. Then the soft jazz came to a screeching halt.

"You started all this bumping and grinding. I thought you had it all covered," Gerald retorted.

"Nope," I sighed realizing God was getting a migraine from shaking his head at us. Gerald dismounted and lay on his back beside me. With a smirk on his face,

he pulled me closer so my head could rest on his chest. He became my pillow. His saxophone lips kissed my forehead.

"Doll, we will have the rest of our lives for this."

"Yup," I said with slight aggravation.

"Damn that champagne, huh?" Gerald joked.

I laughed, "Whew! It’s hot. You hot? I’m hot."

"No! You’re just a hot mama!"

"’Cause I have this hot ring." I held my finger up to the remaining light from the moon to admire its shine.

"I did good, huh, baby?"

"You did great!" I reached to kiss him goodnight before saying my prayers---I hoped God could still hear me despite my burning desires. Gerald joined me on the other side of the bed and kneeled before the Lord. In that moment, the rain ceased. That was the last thing I remembered because I don’t recall getting back in the bed. I must have fallen asleep during prayer.

When the morning came, the right side of the bed was empty, but an envelope took the place of my fiancé.