Another Time, Another Place

“What’s this?” she snapped as I handed it to her.

“A thank you note, for not treating Harrison right. Your ignorance, my bliss.”

She stormed out. I ran to the door, watching her switch up the road. “Naomi? Be sure to check your mail, ’cause you gonna get a bill for wastin’ my damn time!”

***

Harrison fed me grapes, drenched with Sangria. A midnight moon illuminated the white sand where we sat.

“Thanks for meeting me,” he said.

I leaned against his shoulder. “Thanks for rescuing me from work.”

He kissed my forehead. “Everything all right?”

“Yeah, just a lot of late nights reviewing paperwork for Mr. Rayman.”

“He ain’t doing too well, is he?”

“No. He’s not doing too well. I gotta meet with him tomorrow. Help him get his affairs in order.” I smirked as I looked at my fingernails. “You know your old lady paid me a visit earlier this evening.”

Harrison frowned. “Say what? That woman is stuck on stupid. She ain’t hurt you, did she?”

“No, but I kinda feel bad about givin’ her an Ali blow to the belly. She said she was pregnant.” I tried to read Harrison’s eyes.

He waved his hands. “Don’t put that one on me. If she ain’t lying, she definitely knocked up by somebody else. We ain’t been like that since I’ve been back.” He held my face as he nestled his nose against mine. “I been with you, and you only. That’s the God’s honest truth.”

I felt his cheek. “I believe you, Harrison.”

“What you and I got together ain’t conventional, but it feel more sacred than anything I’ve felt before.” He wrapped his arms around me. “I love you, Jasmine, body and soul.”

I blushed like a school girl, as I reached behind me and pulled a present from my beach bag. I handed it to him. His eyes brightened. “What’s this?” he asked, opening it.

I laughed. “A peace offering from the gator. He said he’s sorry for biting the blanket, ’cause he was really goin’ for your ass!”

Harrison laughed as he held the crocheted black-and-red quilt up in admiration.

“Well, we ain’t in alligator territory tonight, but I got my pistol, just in case one of ’em gets lost.” He shook his head as he pulled me close to him. “What am I gonna do with you?”

I gave him a sly grin. “I’m sure you’ll figure out something.”

He smiled as he pulled a banana from the wicker fruit basket beside us. “Ever had a banana split before?”

I nodded. “I love ’em.”

He licked his lips. “Alright, I want you to try mine.” He handed me the blanket. “Spread this out, take your bathing suit off, and lay down on your belly.”

“My belly?” I asked, removing my peach-colored bikini.

“Yep,” he said as he removed his Bermuda shorts, exposing a pleasingly erect penis.

“Can I have this instead of the banana?” I asked as I pulled his body onto the blanket. I swirled my tongue around the head of his shaft, then took it all in my mouth. I tugged him at just the right pressure.

“Baby, you suckin’ me so good,” he moaned as he held my head steady. I made popping noises as I released, then wrapped him in my mouth again, exciting him further.

“Turn this way,” he said, rotating my bottom to his face. He waved his tongue down the valley of my juicy pussy, then he traveled back up through the middle of

my plush rear.