Nervous

ped me on the shoulder. “Let me get in here before I pee on myself.”

I watched her go into the ladies’ room and then I went on a hunt. The window of opportunity was a small one. I had to make it work.

I spotted Logan by the back exit door smoking a cigarette. Another brother was standing there for a second but he put his cigarette out and walked away. The reception was being held at a conference center so in addition to the large room where the gathering was actually held, there were numerous smaller rooms.

I walked up to Logan, took his hand, and pulled him toward one.

“Jonquinette, what’s going on?” he asked, confused.

“Just come with me,” I instructed.

“Did Darnetta send you to get me? Is she all right?”

“Darnetta’s fine. Just come.”

I tried a couple of the doorknobs until I found one that was unlocked and pulled Logan inside. It was empty except for two tables, a few scattered chairs, and a helium tank that had been used to blow up the balloons for the reception.

“Jonquinette, what’s going on?” he asked for the second time.

“Just come,” I said for the third time. “That’s all I want you to do. Just come.”

He finally got the hint. “Um, I’m sorry but I don’t know you like that. Besides, I’m dating Darnetta. You know that.”

Hmph, the fool was determined to play hard to get. No man could resist me and he was an idiot for even trying. I pushed him onto a table and locked the door.

“Listen to me, Logan. I’m quite aware that you’re dating Darnetta. I’m also quite aware that you’re a man. All men love pussy. At least real men do.”

I lowered his tuxedo jacket off his shoulders just enough to constrict his arm movement and then I started undoing his cummerbund.

“You love pussy, Logan?”

“Yes, but—”

I put my fingers to his lips. “Then shut the hell up!”

I ran my fingers through his curly brown hair with one hand while I caressed his dick through his pants with the other. “You have that exotic look that I adore. Are you from an island or something?”

“No, I’m from right here in Atlanta. My momma has some Cherokee in her, though.”

“Well, all I can say is that you’re so fine that I couldn’t leave here tonight without feeling your dick inside me.”

I knew I had his ass then. Men suck up compliments and can’t get enough of them.

“Damn!” he exclaimed. “I thought you were shy. That’s what Darnetta said.”

“Darnetta doesn’t know a damn thing about me except what she sees at work. Women who are true dick connoisseurs like me don’t have to advertise it. We keep our business private. That’s why you never have to worry about anything that transpires within these walls leaving here.”

I hooked my foot around a chair and pulled it closer so I could sit down. Then I undid the clasp on his pants and yanked his zipper. Time was of the essence so I plunged right in the second I had his dick in clear view. It was a scrumptious dick, too.

Someone came and knocked at the door. We both fell silent until we heard footsteps walking away down the hall.

Logan whispered, “Oh, no! We have to come to our senses!”

I glanced up at him and said, “Sense this.” Then I deep throated him again.

He was right, though. My purpose was more about self-preservation than sex. So I pushed him back until he lay flat on the table, slipped off my panties, and mounted him. I rode him fast and quick for a few minutes, gathered my things together and headed for the door.

Logan looked dumbfounded. “What was that all about?”