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Lisboan
‘Wow! Nice fountain!’ Sadie says stepping out of the car. I turn to it; it’s not as grand as the one back home! ‘It’s okay.’ I shrug ‘its ancient Greek!’ she exclaims at my lack of fervour. I smile ‘it’s a knock off of the goddess Artemis from a very crafty sculptor.’ I decisively state as Hughes gives the porter our baggage. Her suitcase is indeed small, but just a duffel bag on wheels! I can’t wait to see how she will dress three days of activities on only that! She’s in a tight grey t-shirt and tight fitting blue skirt with boots, the first time she doesn’t have sport shoes on. She looks fetching as usual in her avant-garde way of making ordinary things look superb.
‘You suck.’ She announces much to the entertainment of Lady Rollins who is welcoming her young guests in at the main door. ‘Why so?’ I wonder with a smile ‘because you can’t appreciate the effort the poor guy put into knocking off these dudes who wanted a fountain they knew nothing about.’ She announces as the porter clears his throat at us suggestively. ‘We should go.’ I say to her ‘this could be a residence hall.’ She says staring at the mansion sitting in its fifty acres of prairie like land. I smile at Lady Rollins who cordially greets us. She won’t be rude; she’s a romantic and would love to tell the tale of the smote future duke of Angelford and his fetching African companion. ‘Nice house.’ Sadie says offering her her hand to shake instead of an air kiss to the cheeks ‘thank you.’ Lady Rollins says with a wide smile gleaming her hazel eyes.
‘The ladies to the right and the gentlemen to the left.’ She instructs the porter ‘I’ll walk you to your room.’ I say to Sadie, taking her hand into mine. I want no hard time for her from the other dames here to mingle and find husbands with titles she doesn’t care for. In fact I hope to bump into Liesel and ask her to take Sadie under her wing. She ought to do this little favour for me. ‘Why do you want to walk me to my room? Are you ill intended?’ she teasingly pries ‘for someone who doesn’t even want to kiss me as badly as I want to kiss you, you take a lot of liberty in your questions.’ I point out as the porter chokes and she smiles up at me ‘it’s because I don’t know how naughty you are.’ She shrugs ‘by all means I intend on letting you find out the extent of my impishness some day.’ I guarantee her teasingly as the porter opens a door for her ‘could you make sure Lady Liesel Rockford is sleeping right next to her.’ I say to the porter handing him a tip ‘she’s a really good friend of mine and I want her to like you.’ I explain to Sadie. ‘Okay. I’ll put on my gloves.’ She sweetly promises me. I smile ‘I’ll see you at dinner.’ I assure her as the porter leads me to my room on the other side of the house...
‘Angelford! I heard they are going to exorcise you.’ Lucas Roland, the next earl of Whitlam says laughing out loud. I lean in to the table ‘when my parents are so desperate to get me out of love with Sadie and they are throwing all manner of dames at me and I’m having so much fun it’s unbelievable I’ll give you a call.’ I assure him with a smile as Hilliard nods in consent, Lucas’ smile turning awry as he realizes he’s the one in a douser not I. ‘finally we can eat; the ladies are here.’ Emery announces. We all turn around as I spot Liesel in a mauve gown, her auburn hair now in tight curls, not the long catastrophe I’m used to. Her gaze meets mine and then she smiles. I stand up and walk to her with a smile wondering if she’s met Sadie yet.
‘Hallo there.’ She says jovially ‘greetings. Have you met my consort Sadie? She’s sleeping in the room right next to you. I told the porter to arrange it so.’ I investigate looking around for her. ‘I sleep next to Winchester.’ She says creasing her brow at me. ‘Then who sleeps next to Sadie?’ I wonder as Carlen Roland struts into the room with her sable mane coiffeur in vogue, Sadie sauntering in next to her with the same coiffeur, a red dress accentuating the perfection of her. Carlen says something friendly and animated to her; looks like she’s made a friend! Her gaze meets mine as I walk away from Liesel to her. She smiles ‘that’s him.’ She says to Carlen who gives me her brightest smile ‘Angelford! This is much unexpected of you. I had no idea you had a roguish bone in your body.’ Carlen says ‘you look very tasty.’ I say to Sadie who smiles ‘I should expect so.’ she decides taking my arm ‘good night Carlen’ I excuse us as I lead her to our table
‘What the hell is this?’ she wonders staring at the room of couples and escorts ‘it’s the summer open. The Rollins host it every year to encourage mingling because they found true love blooming from the summer they met.’ Lucas explains flashing a charming smile at her. I’m starting to wonder what the devil’s incarnate is equal to. She smiles at him ‘and you are?’ she wonders ‘Lucas; you can call me Luke.’ He says taking her hand and kissing the back of it melodramatically. ‘Sadie; and I shake hands so don’t do that again.’ She warns him off to the shock of everyone in the table. I smile at him; yes, a female just whipped him of his devilish charm ‘sorry.’ He mumbles ‘no problem.’ She shrugs as the amuse bouche arrives. ‘How did you two meet? You’re together right?’ Marcus Ingradel investigates ‘we are.’ I assure him before she can say anything to the contrary. She turns to me with a smile. I smile back and place my hand at the back of her chair possessively ‘so how did you meet?’ Carlen urges excitedly
‘We both go to DroughFox.’ I state ‘you go to DroughFox??’ Lucas inquires. She nods her head at him ‘you should have come to Kings’ it’s much better.’ He says as she turns to me ‘anyway it was just a casual day we were at the cafeteria having a chat about nothing when Emery got his toe stepped on by that lovely damsel next to him and who charged in to save her? Sadie.’ I reveal with a reminiscent smile ‘talk about killing two birds with the same pebble.’ David chuckles, the table breaking into small talk and laughter as the soup and sandwiches are served, the music a wistful ensemble on violins and harps. She talks mostly to Carlen, Viola, Lucas and I though I can tell the entire table is listening in on what she has to say and it makes me smile.
‘I like violins; especially in songs with words though.’ She says as I smile. Lucas is really at his wits end here. He can’t impress her with his knowledge of violin concertos because it doesn’t matter to her at all ‘who do you like?’ he pries ‘that Meera girl, the one who plays the violin in hip hop songs. She won my vote.’ She says ‘mine too.’ I agree like I know who she’s talking to. ‘Angelford! I didn’t know you listen to hip hop!’ Marcus announces to the table which goes quiet ‘I’ll have you know he helped out with a video Viola and I were shooting for Ambrose Michaels.’ She discloses proudly ‘you shoot videos for hip hop artistes?’ Lucas wonders seemingly impressed by my consort ‘when inspired.’ I explain proudly. She smiles ‘it was our first project.’ She shrugs ‘that is absolutely splendid.’ Carlen declares turning to Viola who smiles ‘that’s what happens when you put us together.’ Sadie says stretching to give Viola a high five ‘we’re just the stuff.’ Viola agrees with a smile ‘like a vibrant set of two.’ I elucidate primly as after desserts are lined up for us.
I turn to her ‘dance with me.’ I appeal standing up ‘there’s no one at the dance floor.’ She points out ‘are you a leader or a follower?’ I teasingly pry. She smiles and bangs her napkin on the table, standing up and rising to my challenge, the wedge heels with silver strapping matching her bag, bangles and earrings. She is the most enchanting damsel in the room and I feel that she knows it as much as the rest of us or even more. I lead her to the middle of the dance space and take her into my arms ‘we’re not going to do some professional shit I can’t begin to fathom right?’ she investigates ‘now hold on.’ I teasingly quote her on as she drove her bike. She smiles ‘you could be a police man.’ She decides. I smile ‘why so?’ I prod ‘you use all my words against me.’ she points out as Lucas and Isabel join us, Hilliard and Dionne joining in, a few more couples ‘the trick is to keep your thighs stuck to mine, that way your body can predict which direction my body wants to take and we can converse without you worrying about the steps.’ I whisper to her. She looks down at her thighs and then cautiously moves them closer to mine ‘I don’t bite.’ I assure her with a little chuckle, leading her closer against me with a gentle tug of her waist, which spews a small gasp from her.
I tilt her chin up ‘now tell me your ambitions.’ I instruct. She smiles ‘my ambitions? Is this an interview?’ she investigates ‘to the contrary I like how your eyes gleam when you have hope and blind faith lighting them.’ I announce. She studies me in awe it seems ‘what?’ I pry ‘you really don’t care?’ she wonders ‘about what?’ investigate ‘me being the second and last black person here.’ She points out ‘no.’ I shrug ‘why not?’ she wonders ‘well, I am fond of your skin; it reminds me of food.’ I decide frivolously ‘food?’ she pries with a bright smile ‘in the vein of bread crumb coated spring chicken, or honey glazed lamb grilled to a perfection, or death by chocolate or crunchy pie the way I am partial to it.’ I list down as she chuckles in my arms.
I could work on this! ‘I should watch myself around you then, in case you’re overwhelmed and try eating Me.’ she decides with tears gleaming her eyes. I smile ‘if I eat you it will be of no harm to you trust me.’ I guarantee impishly. She smiles ‘wicked man.’ She curses at me ‘I can’t say I’m of pure opinions with your body this close to mine and your lips thus near; especially when you forbid me the pleasures.’ I warn her lightly as we move towards the door ‘you’re a great dancer. I don’t know what you fret about.’ I add with a playful wink.
‘I was wrong; you are quite charming.’ She decides as I stop our dance ‘and now for the great escape into the night.’ I say hooking my arm for her to fit hers through. She smiles and fits her hand through mine, once again letting my elbow dig softly into the side of her breast in innocent seduction. I lead her up to the balcony on the third floor so she can see Lisboan in the dark of the night ‘what’s with you and Lucas?’ she investigates looking out at the stars. I smile ‘what makes you think there’s something between us?’ I wonder entertained
‘I picked up some very weird vibes.’ She shrugs ‘he had a thing with Liesel; my close friend I wanted to introduce you to. He wasn’t treating her too well and I told her she should kick him in the gonads if he dare try anything.’ I divulge ‘did she?’ she pries turning to face me with a smile ‘I believe she did.’ I confirm with a smile ‘that must have hurt.’ She chuckles lightly ‘more than you know. Lucas is a man with an ego; a dame breaking his heart and gonads didn’t go down well with his image and he blames me for it naturally.’ I shrug blatantly unaffected by the tale ‘I wonder why he’d blame you.’ She dryly says with a smile. I inch closer to her ‘it baffles me as well.’ I decide comically. She turns her gaze down the balcony ‘well it looks like he’s over it now.’ She says as though she had no idea I was going to kiss her just then.
I take her by the elbow and spin her to face me. She looks up at me as I take her cheek into my palm, no words being said but breaths elevating into the night air like necessary fog. She opens her mouth to say something ‘shhhh!’ I demand nuzzling her smooth nose with mine. It won’t hurt to taste those lips will it? Her lips tilt up openly, her breath and mine mingling freely. My lips linger over them with a static shock that makes me shiver right down my spine, the unexpectedness of supple coolness reverberating through parts of me like chills, that was it; a simple brush of our lips before I took courage and attempted the fete again, my very soul shuddering until I was forced to certify that indeed I was catching the shivers from kissing someone, my lips melding with hers to elicit a grunt from yours truly. I step back and stare at her in disbelief; there had to be an explanation for this!
She stares at me, her chest heaving much like mine as she stares my lips down in perplexity. There had to be something in those lips that wasn’t in any other I had experienced before. Something I have the urge to inspect and assess very evidently. I take her face into my palms again and bond our lips together, overwhelmed once again by the feel of them, feeling like I wanted to mount her like a horse right there in the dark balcony, my right leg lifting like I was about to straddle her; what was this woman made of?? I fear to venture deeper into her mouth seeing as my senses are blaring in enchantment just at the feel of her lips against mine in the shattering tenderness of our melding and stroking. I pull myself away like a man struck thrice by lightening, trying to regain my genteel upbringing against this rogue who wanted to strip the dame right here and have his way with her. She steps further back as well, distancing herself as muffled groans break into the night air.
I turn to her first when it occurs to me that it’s coming from down there ‘I told you Lucas was over it.’ She mumbles, her voice somehow roughened from the urges of my mouth against hers. I peer down from the balcony to a desolate tree where the back of Lucas Roland faces us, the nutmeg curls of Veronica Anstey gleaming in the moonlight as he explores what’s under her dress with his hand. This isn’t helping my situation of arousal at all! I grunt and try think of inerotic things like how mother birthed me ‘I should go.’ She says turning for the door ‘I’ll walk you to your room.’ I suggest holding on to the thought of my mother birthing me ‘you don’t have to.’ She declines ‘I insist.’ I persist opening the door for her. She sighs and steps out of the balcony into the hallway and I follow her in silence certainly. We walk down to the right side where the bedrooms for the dames are, no word being exchanged, each of us staring at something with all our concentration as though we were not walking side by side this way. I clear my throat and straighten my bow tie as we come to her room door. I reach for it and open it for her.
She walks in, her head hung before I take her by the elbow and pull her back to me, pinning her twixt the door and my body before I set our lips together in the coldest fire I have ever experienced, my legs flaming in my gonads as though they were on fire though my spine shivered as though I was naked at winter, the delightful contrasts of what her lips were doing to me baffling my senses in repose. She moans softly and then her hands coming across my chest as if the will was to push me away but the strength was lacking.
I grab her hands by the wrist and continue my distempered discovery of her lips, my hands on hers stopping me from stripping myself of the clothes that were about to cling to my body in sweat. It feels very much like three thousand fevers attacking me in a state of no defence! I could only imagine what she must be feeling as I combat my body’s mounting yearnings. The shutting of a door near us wrenching me back and away from the erosion of sensibility that was her lips as she grips on the door about to fall to the ground as though I had drained her of any power she had within her.
I smile ‘you look stunning.’ I gruffly announce, her lazy eyes turning to me breathily ‘goodnight.’ She whispers supporting herself on the door before she shuts it. I smile to myself; Jesus Christ on my lacrosse team! That female had lips of lightning!!! I feel my sensitive lips with my fingers, the sensation something like pins and needles on the lips. That was encouragement for much lunacy on my part! Dear lord I want nothing more right now than to take my clothes off! I grab my bowtie and yank it off, trying to cool the frenzied temperatures of me when a set of shoes catches my attention. I stop and look up at the frowning Liesel Rockford, smiling. ‘Hallo there.’ I say my voice still a tad rough from holding back insanity at lightning lips. ‘What are you doing ?’ she investigates moodily ‘what do you suppose?’ I wonder with a bright smile ‘are you trying to get disinherited?!’ she whispers distraughtly ‘what makes you think so?’ I prod frivolously ‘we ought to expound on this more seriously.’ She announces ‘we will. Right now however I have to get to my room and handle my erection like a gentleman.’ I decide frankly, watching her gasp in shock at my proclamation as I kiss her cheek and walk off to my room rigid between the legs.
