The Punany Experience Page 9

  Stormy inhaled the intoxicating pheromones on Korea’s breath and left her mouth open for her tongue to come inside. Korea pulled her head back by her hair and kissed her deeply, sweeping her tongue over and under Stormy’s, reaching it as far down in her throat as she could.

  “Umm, you ever kiss a woman before?”

  “I have now,” Stormy said breathlessly. “Wow, you move fast.”

  “I could say the same about you, couldn’t I? Is that guy your husband? Tom Brown…” Korea mimicked the pompous way he had said his own name.

  “Yes, I mean, no. We’re not married but we’ve been together for ten years. It’s just like we’re married.”

  “Ten years?”

  “Yes, since my senior year of high school.”

  “No. Actually, it’s not like you’re married. This is California, not Texas. There’s no common law security for women who live with men they aren’t married to in the Golden State. If your name isn’t on the deed to his house or his cars, everything you own is standing right here in front of me.”

  “Are you serious?”

  “Oh yes, it’s true. You need to talk to a lawyer.”

  “No, I don’t. I couldn’t care less about that. I was asking if you are serious about this.”

  Stormy wrapped her hands around Korea’s neck and kissed her mouth again. They kissed deeply. This time, it was Stormy’s tongue that searched and explored Korea’s mouth. Her lips were twice as big and covered Korea’s mouth completely. Stormy was breathing heavy and getting hot all over her body. Her hips began to roll and pump against Korea’s thigh. Korea could smell her pussy, a sweet and subtle fragrance of dew and raw honey that had snaked its way up Stormy’s dress and spilled from her chest, flooding the steamy air between them.

  “Damn, you don’t smell like a straight girl.”

  “What?” Stormy giggled, looking away shyly. Then realizing her body was getting carried away, she backed her pelvis away from Korea’s leg. “What does a straight girl smell like?”

  “Dick, of course,” Korea answered.

  “Oh, no, I don’t do that. I never have.”

  “You don’t fuck your man? No wonder he’s snatching you up.”

  “You saw that?”

  “Huh, yeah. I think everybody did. You walked in, looking so fine in this bright blue dress, while everybody else in here looks like they’re at a wake, with your hair screaming, ‘Look at me!’ You had every head turning; the men and their horny little wives were checking you out.”

  Stormy blushed. “Really?”

  “Really, lady. I think everyone saw.” Korea twirled a piece of Stormy’s hair in her finger. “Everyone was looking at you, just like I was.”

  “Of course, he makes love to me,” Stormy said. “I mean, he fucks me. But I have never had sex without a rubber. Not with him, or anyone else; not since my first time.”

  “Damn,” Korea said, surprised and impressed, “so much for you being passive.”

  “Passive? Me? No, I’m not passive. I simply don’t like confrontation.” With that thought, Stormy sighed and relaxed a bit. She turned around to face the mirror again. “So, you’re telling me that if I leave him, I leave with nothing after all this time?”

  “Pretty much, unless he’s a nice guy.”

  “What are you? Lawyer or something?”

  “No, I’m a businesswoman.”

  “Oh. That could mean a lot of things.”

  “Don’t get me wrong. Money makes my pussy wet. I love it and it loves me. I make a lot of it and I love to spend it on pretty things. But I’m a do-gooder. Part of my business is to teach youth how to become business people. I’ve pulled a lot of drug dealers out of the game.”

  “Wow, that’s very cool,” Stormy said, as she turned to look in the mirror to check on the mess she had made of herself. She winced at the sight of the water stains on the dress, but Korea had given her hair a confident flair. With her eyeliner smudged and nothing but orange residue left on her lips, she had a sexy coke whore look going on. “Hey, is that your commercial on TV…the one where the boy is on the corner selling crack and the woman drives up and snatches him into a van, just before the cops roll up?”

  “Yes, that’s it. That’s my non-profit organization. We work with all kinds of children who are dealing with all kinds of shit: drugs; homelessness; poverty; sexual abuse. We even have a program to get teenage prostitutes out of the life. It’s called Project W.H.Y.”

  “Oh, yes, that is you! I really feel your program. Oh my God, you have to talk to Tom.” Stormy knew Tom hated the controversial ad campaign, but this woman was just the person to teach him what Stormy had not been able to talk to him about. This woman was sexy and smart. Surely she could get, and keep, his attention. “He could learn a lot from you.”

  “That may be but I don’t mentor adults. Besides, we’ve met,” Korea said, using a voice that signified she was unimpressed.

  “Oh boy, judging by your tone, it sounds like you have already talked to him. Every time your commercial comes on, he complains. He absolutely hates them. He says they show disrespect for the law. But I think they’re great. I love the W.H.Y. acronym, and the way the guy comes on at the end of the commercial and says: ‘Get off the street. Get in your life. Get the Will to Help Yourself. Project W.H.Y.’”

  “I hate to break it to you. Tom’s a dick. And his Brown Youth Services program is some bullshit. What the fuck is up with teaching black kids how to be maids and janitors. He’s probably getting funding from the KKK.” Korea felt herself get completely turned on by the bright eyes and youthful enthusiasm of this woman. “I hope you’re as fantastic as you seem.”

  “Why do you say that?” Stormy asked.

  “Because, I want to take you home with me.”

  “Whoa…I…”

  “Don’t talk. Just listen. If you don’t like what I have to say, don’t say anything; simply walk away. I wouldn’t be able to stand the rejection. Okay?”

  “Okay.”

  “Alright, here it is. I don’t waste time,” Korea said, holding on to the woman who was melting like butter in her hands. “Whatever is in your closet at his house, I can replace. Whatever he’s got you driving, I will upgrade. You can have your own room, and a beautiful penthouse home to run as you see fit. All I would ever ask you for is that you keep that bright smile and sunny disposition. All I would ask you for is to stay available to me. You’re like a bright light. I saw you shining from across the room. I came in this bathroom to take you home.”

  “Wow. What’s your name?”

  “Korea Smith.”

  “Well, Korea, if you fuck anything like you kiss, we may have a future together.”

  “Do you cook?”

  “I’m a chef.”

  “Are you kidding me? That Tom is one dumb motherfucker.”

  “I mean, I was. I have a culinary arts degree. But Tom wanted me to quit my job so I could be home when he gets home from work. Restaurant hours can be very long. So I only cook at home. It’s kind of a hobby now.”

  “If you haven’t barebacked since your first time, is it safe to conclude you don’t have any children?”

  “It’s safe.”

  Yes, Korea thought to herself. Korea had a thing for straight women. But they usually came with emotional baggage, physical luggage, or both. This chick was practically a virgin. “One more thing…”

  “My name is Stormy,” she answered, anticipating the question.

  “Perfect,” Korea said, grabbing Stormy by the hand. “Come on; let’s go.”

  “We can’t walk through the party and leave together like that.”

  “Oh yes, we can,” Korea said.

  Korea held the bathroom door open. She could smell Stormy’s fear. Korea guided her out of the restroom, with a single hand placed on the small of her back. Then she grabbed her by the hand, and guided her through the party, past the coat check to the door. At the door, Korea turned to look behind her at Councilwoman Riley, who
was still being held prisoner by Tom Brown. Grace Riley shook her head, and laughed when she saw that Korea had retrieved this man’s woman from the bathroom and was leaving with her.

  That’s my girl, Riley thought.

  “You know, I’m going to have to help you work on that defeatist attitude of yours, Stormy,” Korea said as she held the car door open for her to get into the passenger’s seat.

  “Really? I thought you didn’t mentor adults?”

  “For you, I’ll make an exception.” Korea pulled away from the curb and turned onto Lakeside Drive and stopped at a red light at Franklin. She turned up the volume of the CD already in the player, Nas’ Illmatic “Life’s a Bitch.”

  “You like rap. Cool, very cool.”

  “Some. I like this. It’s familiar.”

  “It just came out. How is it familiar?”

  “Can’t you hear The Gap Band under there?”

  Stormy listened carefully.

  “Myyyy heart is yearning fo’or your love,” Korea sang over the sampled track. She can’t sing, Stormy thought, but she sure looks good trying.

  At the next light, a car pulled up next to them, thumping Tupac Shakur’s “I Get Around” so loud the windows shook. Stormy looked out of her window to see the valet from the hotel smoking a fat joint, cruising the lake in Tom’s Porsche.

  KOREA TOOK STORMY HOME THAT NIGHT. For Stormy, it was the most fulfilling sexual experience of her life. When Korea touched her body, tiny orgasms exploded all over her skin. She sucked her breasts and her clit stood at attention. When Korea licked her pussy, she might as well have been licking her soul. Somewhere from deep inside of her, there came a rushing flood that poured like hot nectar, intoxicating them both as they shared the essence of Stormy in a kiss that seemed to last forever. It was a gentle, slow-rising high that lifted to more than six hundred crescendos of blissful orgasm for both women over the next two years.

  STORMY HAD SERVED A MEAL FIT FOR A QUEEN; Linguini with lemon basil, plucked fresh from her rooftop garden, roasted garlic and rosemary, sautéed prawns with wild mushrooms, sweet yellow and red peppers, diced and marinated in oregano-flavored olive oil. There were steamed asparagus spears drizzled in a light butter sauce, waiting to meet Korea when she got home. These parts of the meal were merely side dishes to a fresh salad, made from the rooftop garden Stormy personally tended. It was an assortment of homegrown Romaine and red leaf lettuce, baby spinach, sweet plum tomatoes, cucumbers, smoked chicken, carrots, celery, and artichoke hearts, topped with pine nuts and freshly grated Parmesan cheese. The sweet French bread was served hot, and drizzled with warm olive oil, rosemary, and fresh roasted garlic, and Korea’s beer of choice, MGD, was served ice cold and in the bottle, just like she liked it.

  “Baby, that was great,” Korea said. Kissing Stormy on her soft pink plump lips, gently but urgently then rising to remove the plates from the table. She rinsed the dishes off in the sink and stacked them neatly in the dishwasher. She could feel Stormy’s arms around her waist as she stood behind her, her cheek pressed lovingly against her back. “You’re too good to me,” Korea said.

  “I know,” Stormy answered. “I figure if I give you what you need, you’ll give me what I want.”

  “Yes, baby, just let me get cleaned up.” Korea loved the way Stormy cooked but despised the mess she left behind.

  “Really?” Stormy beamed. “You’re going to fuck me tonight?”

  “Yes, my little flower bunny, Daddy’s going to fuck you tonight,” Korea said, slapping Stormy on her ass. When Korea talked liked that, like she was “Daddy,” it made Stormy’s pussy wet, instantaneously. “Now go take a shower; you’ve been crawling around in the garden.”

  “Garden? How do you know it wasn’t take-out?”

  “Please. No one cooks like you. I know your cooking like I know the taste of your pussy. I could be blindfolded and pick either one of them out. Besides, your hands smell of garlic,” Korea said, lifting hers from the sink to hold Stormy’s to her nose. She sniffed her fingertips and curled her faced into a snarl, making a throaty sound of disapproval.

  Stormy blushed. There was no greater high for her than serving a satisfying meal prepared by her own hands. She had been a food critic for an online publication for a few months and had yet to find a local restaurant that served cuisine that could even come close to her own. Her cooking was fresh, daring, and innovative, and she never sacrificed flavor for nutrition. She always replaced pork with smoked turkey, or freshly brewed chicken broth, and made sure there was roughage to complement every meal. Garlic was her special ingredient, so she often smelled of it. She imagined, it must have been hard to enjoy a pussy scented with it, but she couldn’t help touching herself when Korea went down on her, as she often did after a home-cooked meal.

  Stormy reached into the kitchen cabinet and pulled out the vinegar.

  “You’re not going to douche with that, are you?”

  “Of course not, baby. You know I haven’t needed to douche since…” Her voice trailed off. Korea watched as Stormy screwed off the top and poured a small amount of vinegar over her fingertips and rinsed them under the running water.

  Korea knew that Stormy was going to say that she had not douched since she had made her, after what had happened at Club X. Korea wanted to bring it up, so they could start to work through it, but every time she thought about it, every time she thought about the entire night, actually, an overwhelming urge to whip Stormy’s ass overwhelmed her.

  So instead, she said, “That cucumber-scented glycerin soap is wonderful, but it doesn’t stand a chance against the intensity of garlic. I don’t know why you mess with those hippy products. I keep telling you, you should use vaginal wash.”

  “I can’t. I tried it; it burns. I don’t know how you can take it.” Stormy rinsed the top and screwed it back on the vinegar bottle, and then placed it back in the cabinet. “Do you want to take a shower together in the workout room?”

  “No, you know I like my privacy. Besides, you don’t run your water hot enough for me. I’ll be in my private bath tonight.”

  “Okie-dokie, but you don’t know what you’re missing. I had that new full body shower system installed. There are shower-heads in the walls.”

  “Well, don’t have too much fun in there. I want you to have some juice left for me.”

  “Alright, Daddy; last one out of the shower is a rotten egg.”

  “Where are we fucking tonight?”

  “In the den.”

  “Okay, I’ll meet you in forty-five minutes,” Korea said. “Now go.”

  “I’m gone,” Stormy answered, running through the house like a giddy kid on allowance day.

  As she stepped into the shower, Stormy cursed herself for making Korea think about Club X. She had hoped they could do some normal pussy rubbing tonight, but realized she had better be prepared for more of the same masochistic shit, now that she had opened her big mouth. The water felt so good, she didn’t want to get out of the shower. Seven heads were hitting her body from every direction. If she had thought about it, she would have had one installed in the floor.

  Korea turned on the dishwasher, wiped the counter and the stove, downed the rest of her beer, and grabbed another cold one. In her bedroom, she removed her suit pants, tie and shirt, and entered the sanctuary of her bathroom. Removing her panties, she sat at her dressing table and opened her legs to examine herself with a tiny handheld mirror and smiled at her pretty, cherry red pussy, and then stepped into the shower.

  She washed the world off of her body, and let her stress evaporate in the steamy mist. She lathered her pussy with feminine wash and worked her over-sized clit between her fingers for a few minutes, letting it get hard and ready for Stormy. She wondered what Stormy would do if she let her suck on her clit for once. She closed her eyes to imagine it, rubbing her clit between her thumb and index finger. She was growing larger. She pictured Stormy’s full pink lips sucking on her dick, her hand gripping her big mane of hair, forc
ing her to suck harder. Before she realized it, her knees were buckling and she had almost cum. Her clit was very big and even harder now and she could feel it throbbing with desire. It was time. She rinsed her body, and then stepped out of the shower.

  Korea looked at herself in the mirror and combed her short hair back with a fine-toothed comb. She slipped into some boxer shorts but let her perfect 34Ds hang free. She walked down the long hallway and down the stairs into the den to find Stormy waiting on the floor, naked. She lay on a black velvet blanket, massage oil, KY Jelly, two condoms, a nine-inch black dildo, a black leather harness, a blindfold, a cat of nine tails, and a pair of plastic gloves, a glass of wine and a cold beer in a bucket of ice on a large serving tray beside her.

  “I know you enjoyed dinner. I hope you’re hungry for dessert,” Stormy said. “Pussy is served.”

  Without a single word, Korea was upon her, kissing her mouth deeply, her tongue sweeping over Stormy’s teeth and gums, and reaching down her throat. Korea grabbed a hand full of Stormy’s hair, snatched her head back, and looked deeply into her eyes.

  “Who are you tonight?” she asked.

  “I’m your bitch tonight.”

  Korea tugged a little harder on Stormy’s hair. “That’s not good enough. I thought you said you wanted to get fucked.”

  “I’m your dirty little mistress tonight.”

  “Have you been a bad little mistress?”

  “Oh, I’ve been bad. I’ve been very bad.”

  “What have you been doing?”

  “A little sucking, a little fucking.”

  “You what?” For a moment, Korea forgot she was inside a role play and was angry for real, thinking of Stormy strapped to the table at Club X, with strangers touching her…

  “I’ve been disrespectful,” Stormy said. “I’ve disgraced you. I gave my pussy to a man.”

  Korea slapped Stormy’s face so hard; it shocked her, and sent a sharp pain through her temple. A single tear launched in the corner of Stormy’s left eye and froze there.