[THE NEED] PART TWO. AN EROTIC SHORT STORY FEATURING LEELEE AINT MSBEHAVIN

[THE NEED] PART TWO. AN EROTIC SHORT STORY FEATURING LEELEE AINT MSBEHAVIN
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...

http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL57D6D7EA9F725484


J
"Lisa right" I ask as I sit a little straighter to ease the beating of my heart.
Damn she smells good.
Today she is wearing a sundress and I see the brown of her thighs and look away before I lose it right here on this bus.
She has fueled so many of my late night fantasies and I have touched her in so many dreams that I have to restrain myself from reaching over and rubbing her.
I look into her eyes and start to talk to her. I ask her if the the child that I have seen her with from time to time is hers and she tells me yes.
We talk back and forth for awhile before I actually realize that our conversation is good. That she is interested in what I say.
As she talks I look into her eyes... I look at the way her lips move.
I do not want to forget a second of this moment.
She has turned in the seat a little bit and I really have to contain my self to keep from staring down.
Her breasts beg for my touch... her thighs, mmmmmm.
She asks me why I am alone. How long has it been?


L
He said my name and I melted right there in my seat. After all this time, we are finally having a conversation. That smile, those eyes, and his deep baritone just sent me over the edge. My external self is ALWAYS ladylike. But internally I'm doing somersaults. I haven't felt this way in a very long time. I hang onto every word that falls from his beautiful mouth to my attentive ears. Turns out he is a chef, which is great because I love to eat. We have a few things in common, like our love for writting. He asked if the child he has seen me with was mine and i said yes. Even though we sat in the middle of the loud disruptions on the bus, I can only see and hear him. Content in our own little world. Conversation flowed like melted butter on rolls. I looked into his eyes and he's ruggedly handsome. I couldn't help but notice a few strands of hair peek through his uniform. Oh, how I love a man with a hairy chest. His eyes: passionate. His lips: made to be kissed.
What am I doing? I question myself about that temporary moment of lustful thoughts. I'm only human. It HAS been two years.
But I can't help but wonder why is he single?


J
Time has taken on a new meaning. All that I see is she, all that I am is her.
I look into her eyes and it is as if can see her soul, as if it is meant for us to be here at this moment in time.
She is fine as hell and I keep thinking I want to touch her... yet as a king I must repress such primitive urges... my primal need.
We talk for awhile while I bask in her energy.
I tell her what kind of work I do and she also tells me that she is a writer. Wow!
I sense that there is another question on her mind and I ask her to ask me anything.
She looks at me and says "Why are you single?"
I think for a moment before answering...
I tell her of the time that I spent in jail cause that's where it all began, the promises that I made to Allah.
I tell her of my last real relationship.
How I wanted it to work out sooo bad that I stayed just a little to long because of my love for my children.
How one year alone became two and two became five.
She listens to my every word and times seems to have slowed down as I pour out my soul to this woman that I have just met.


L
I listen to his words and I absorb them like a sponge. Every spilled syllable from his lips are suctioned up and saved in my memory bank. My heart bleeds for him, as I symphathize and relate to his plight. The failed relationship, how it must have affected their children. I never would have thought looking at him now that he was incarcerated. I want to hug him and let him know that I understand. Tell him that after hitting rock bottom, there's nowhere left to go but up. I shared my private pain with him as well. How I married my college sweetheart and had two beautiful children. Twenty years of marriage came to an abrupt end when infidelity came into play. Without warning, I was broadsided and I still haven't fully recovered from the devastation of losing my other half. But today as I talk to this King, I see that there's hope. He's brought a glow to my face that's been missing. The joy in my heart is unexplainable. All of this from a man I barely know. But it feels like we've known each other forever. I look out of the window and notice that my stop is coming up.
Damn...


J
She listens as I talk and I can see that she is paying attention I also know that her stop is coming up.
She looks at me anxiously and begs my pardon as she gathers her stuff.
I grab my backpack and stand with her and she looks at me with surprise in her eyes as I walk to the door of the bus with her and when the bus stops and she opens the door I step off behind her.
We stand there for a second before I ask her her phone number.
I pull my Samsung from my pocket and add her to my contacts and we continue to talk as she walks up to the doors of the school she works at.
I do not want to let her go.
I have waited so long for this moment.
I ask her when I can see her again and she says she doesn't know we will figure that out when we talk tonight.
It takes a moment for that to register and when it does I smile.
She turns and walks away and I watch as she disappears through the doors of the school.
I unlock my phone and call my job to tell them I will be late as I walk down the sidewalk.
Lisa... 
Lisa all on my mind.
Mmmm mmm mmmm.


L
Time flies when you're having fun. The short time we had on the bus sharing glances into each others lives... as well as our eyes... has flown by in the blink of an eye. To my surprise I noticed that he followed my lead off of the bus and asked for my phone number. I see that he has a samsung, as do I. Yet another common thing that we share. We exchanged numbers as he asked when would we see each other again... away from public transportation. I promised him that I would call him tonight so we could make plans. We're both busy with work and kids, so I hope we could make time soon. I dreaded walking through the door at my job as I watched him slowly walk away. I close my eyes and take a deep sigh. That warm smile and trusting eyes are etched in my brain. You know, that side of the brain that boils creative juices and holds beautiful memories hostage. Yup, I have my visual of him locked away safely. It's going to be a long day.