Bad Things

ART: "High On You" By Wak

I returned to Philadelphia three weeks later and I called Cherry three times..All three times I got her voicemail. I wasn't going to call her again..but something said to try one last time. On the fourth try in as many days..she answered..We talked briefly and she agreed to let me take her out.

I took her to the Chart House at Penn's Landing...One of Philly's premeire eateries. It had a beautiful view of the river that seperates the city of Philadelphia from it's neighboring city in New Jersey, Camden.. We had a delicious seafood dinner..Walked along Penn's landing laughing and talking and about music, life, what have you and then taking in a free concert along the landing.

I drove her home and she declined to give me a kiss or let me into her apartment. She did say that she had a good time and wouldn't mind going out with me a second time. I walked away feeling somewhat less than enthused.

I saw her three weeks later and took her to Le Bec Fin, probably one of the priciest restaraunts in Philadelphia..It was the kind of place where if you had to ask the price of the meal..then you had no business being there. After another delicious and expensive meal...We drove to the riverfront again and took in a movie..One of Tyler Perry's flicks.. After that , we wandered down around South Street, had a Cheese-steak at Iskabibbible's and then stopped in Jon's and had a bottle of wine..We were good and high at this point... I drove her home.. This time ,I got into her
apartment...It was a small place..but neat and clean...Minimalist furniture, a Flat screen TV , a
DVD player and a cable box in the living room...An IPOD Dock and an IPOd with endless cuts of fine jazz on it...This Cherry Johnson was more than what met th eye.

We began kissing in the doorway..(She thought I was leaving) I backed her up against the wall and slid my hand up under her dress....I began to ease her panties down, before she moved my hand and eased them back up...Still, she didn't break my embrace... I slid her down on the couch and continued kissing her, wedging my entire torso between her open legs.. The spaghetti straps of her dress came off first and I slowly began to ease that dress up over her head, while once again easing those panties now...I was throbbing and she noticed it...

"Ohhh myyyy" she said...but then she eased them back up again, pulled her dress down and softly pushed me off of her....

"Okayyyyy, that's enough Mr. Nelson...pheeeeeew...let's chill before we take this too far." she said.

"Why don't you call me Reed? What's with all this Mr. Nelson stuff?" I said.

"Nothing...Nothing Reed....I really had a good time tonight." she said. She looked at my still bulging erection and smiled... "Looks like you were about to have an even better time."

"Good Night Cherry.." I said as I fixed my clothes and headed towards the door. She sat there and then she asked-

"Well Mister Nelson, I mean Reed....Are you coming back? I hope so..I had a very nice time..I really did." she said,laughing.

I didn't answer,I just kept walking. I let another four weeks go by before I called her again. We
went to see a hot young singer named Zulina perform at a very bohemian (and cheap) bistro called -"The real thing " up in North Philly. Next we drove to Ortlieb's Jazz house and watched a
hot young group perform there...We wound up at the Melrose Diner , where we had some good old American comfort food... By now , it was nearly 1:00 am.. We sat in my car, in front of her
apartment. I leaned over and kissed her, hard,pasionately...She did not break my embrace...though she did move my hands as I tried to squeeze her breasts... Finnally, I got tired
of playing and I stopped...

"Uhhh..I guess, you should be going in now, huh? " I said...

" Yes...wanna come up?" she said.

" I already had coffee..I don't think I need anymore." I said. I had made up my mind that this was going to be the last time I called her..

"I didn't say nothing about any coffee." she said and winked. I didn't want to get too excited, but I locked my car and followed her into her apartment. I grabbed her waist and slammed the door with my other hand...

"I wanna do bad things with you......uhhhhhhhhh I wanna do bad things to you..." I said with a guttural sound that sounded foreign to even me.

She laughed out loud..."Really Mister Nelson" as she unzippered my pants......Her eyes grew large and she gasped...

"Oh Mister NELSON !!!!!" as I reached up under her dress and snatched her panties off, ripping them in half...

'Heyyyy, do you know how much I paid for them..?" she said ,trying to sound outraged...

"I don't care, I'm sure you got others " I said as I lifted her up and eased her down on top of me..

"Ouuuuuuuuuuu......oh my goddddd, you feeeeel...you feeeeel sooo gooood Reed....' she moaned as I thrusted with an angry abandon....She began to wrap her arms around my neck as I continued to thrust...

"Ohhhh...Ohhhhhh..Ohhhhhh babyyyyyyyyyyy." she sighed.... I wound up easing her onto her couch and really going to town..

"Ohhhhh, baby,I just want to do all kinds of bad things to you..." I said... and we did...Mouths went places , genitals went places, sweat flowed down both of our backs like a river...clothes went in every direction...shower water was turned on and bodies wound up wet and in bed humping, slapping, smacking,squeezing, hugging and kissing for most of the night and into the morning until we were both spent....exhausted......

When I woke up....My clothes were in a neat pile by the side of my bed....There was no sign of the mayhem that had gone on in here the night before ,except for maybe the wet sheets...From the kitchen, I could smell bacon being fried... I tossed on a robe and walked into the kitchen....
God, this woman looked good even in the morning with no make up and just a robe on...A sheer robe at that...

She fixed me a breakfast of bacon, scrambled eggs with sharp cheese, home fries and orange juice.. We sat and ate quietly...We didn't speak about the night we had just had.

To Be Continued....