Chocolate Flava (Chocolate Flava 1)

“Sure, I’ll share it with you.”

Room service was as quick as lightning. Victor and I had a wonderful conversation while we ate. He actually turned out to be quite interesting. As it turned out, he was only a security guard on the weekends and also worked as a paralegal for one of the largest law firms in the country. That meant he had some intelligence, which impressed me. He’d taken on the second job after his divorce became final to be able to cover his child support and alimony.

I told him that I was the head of development for a large architectural agency. I learned to draw at an early age and became obsessed with it, so becoming an architect was the only thing that seemed logical.

After we ate, we were both full and started yawning. Victor offered to leave but I beckoned him to stay. In fact, I climbed up on the center of the bed and patted the comforter for him to join me.

He took off his shoes and loosened his tie before lying beside me. It was almost time for The Sopranos and OZ to come on HBO. I never missed an episode of either.

While I sensed that Victor knew I was somewhat interested, I was under the impression that he would be reluctant to make the first move. It would have to be on me, so I started caressing his thigh. He flinched at first and then relaxed.

“Victor, can I ask you something?”

“Ask away.”

“Have you had sex since you’ve been divorced?”

He looked uneasy but finally replied, “A few times, but that was just to release some tension. Besides, I felt guilty afterward because I didn’t have feelings for the women.”

“So you think there’s something wrong with casual sex?”

“I think it depends on the situation and the parties involved. As long as both people are on the same page, it’s definitely not a bad thing. But when one person has higher expectations than the other one, it can be the beginning of a major problem.”

“I’m feeling you on that,” I said. I moved my hand up higher and started caressing his dick. “I’d like to have casual sex with you tonight, Victor. I have no expectations, no hopes, no nothing. I just want to release some sexual tension myself.”

He didn’t respond but his dick did. It was getting harder by the second until it filled my palm.

“Are you attracted to

me, Victor?” I asked.

“Yes, but I thought you said I wasn’t your type?”

“I made a mistake,” I said, feeling like an asshole for my earlier comment. “I just have this defense mechanism that I keep in place to ward off men. It just activated a little too quickly this time.”

“Well, it’s obvious that I’m feeling you. My hard dick speaks for itself, but you’re going to have to convince me that you’re feeling me.”

“Ooh, a challenge. I like that.”

I straddled his hips and darted my tongue in and out of his ear before nibbling on his earlobe. I pulled my sweater off and unzipped my jeans. “What if I told you that earlier, right before you called, I was lying up here in this very bed masturbating and fantasizing about you?”

He laughed. “I would say you’re full of shit.”

“No, really. I was, and guess what? I came really, really hard.”

He blushed. “Are you for real?”

I took his left hand and slid it down the front of my jeans, so his fingers could explore my crotch.

“Feel my panties. Feel how wet they are. That’s the result of thinking about you doing all sorts of nasty things to me.”

“What nasty things?”

“Um, like tasting me, doing me from behind. Those kinds of nasty things.”

“Sounds quite interesting but, you know, no fantasy can ever measure up to the real thing.”

“No, never,” I agreed. “Victor, tell me, do you eat pussy?”