Coffe and Debate

As the kiss broke, Aisha felt herself torn. This was wrong. Her Daddy wouldn’t approve, this dalliance could jeopardize her future. Yet, there was magic in that kiss; there was emotion, passion, and a hint of danger. Staring into Jacob’s cerulean eyes didn’t help. They both sat in silence for what felt like an eternity as they silently dared each other to say the first words. Jacob blinked as a tuft of wind gently teased a lock of Aisha’s luscious brunette hair in front of her face. Aisha heard that wind speak:

“You only have 6 months. 6 months of freedom before you’re shackled to a Saudi prince you’ve never met for the rest of your life. Enjoy your freedom while it lasts. Make it count. Go wild! Be free! You both want this. You might never get another chance to intimately be with someone you care about like this. Don’t let us stop at just some kissing when there’s so much more you both want to experience together.”

DC-50

D100 + 3= 92

Critical Success

Aisha blinked herself, the element strummed her heart, touched her suke, and stimulated her inert rebellious spirit. Too long had she been a token to be traded, too long had her choices been token themselves. Dammit, she was human, and she wanted more from life than the third wife of a man she didn’t even share a religion with. Suddenly, it clicked. She dressed provocatively because she secretly desired Eros, and now that Eros had found her, Aisha found she did have the courage to take hold of the opportunity. At that moment, Aisha couldn’t care less about her future. The present was now.

“Hey, Jacob?” Aisha asked, biting her lower lip, a playful gleam touching on her amber-brown eyes.

“What’s up?” Jacob subtly gulped. Even to someone as inexperienced as Aisha, Jacob’s nonchalance felt ****. They had illustrated their emotions to each other with that kiss, and the threat of rejection hung in the air like a bad cloud on an otherwise sunny day.

“Can we get out of here? The day’s too lovely to stay cooped up in-doors…” Aisha trailed off as she looked down, then summoning her inner courage, she raised her head and continued, “I want to spend the day with you.”

“Y-yea! There’s a minor league football game playing in…” Jacob excitedly said as he looked at his watch. Continuing in a rapid pace, he finished, “an hour.”

“Perfect! My G-wagon’s outside!” Aisha smiled brightly. The cloud of rejection fled quick as dawn burns away the morning dew. Jacob met her smile and the two broke into a familiar chuckle. Hands intertwined, they leaned forward and kissed. Aisha, somewhat more aware of her surroundings, kept it chaste. Afraid of sending the wrong message, when Jacob leaned his long body back into the chair, she swirled her tongue on the outside of his lips, leaving both an invitation and a promise.

A silly smile firmly entrenched on Jacob’s handsome face, he asked Aisha, “Are we ready to leave, then?”

“Yea… Get a girl a coffee to go; I need to find the little ladies room,” Aisha admitted. Jacob nodded, then stood. Before Aisha could seemingly blink, Jacob was helping pull her chair out. In response, Aisha blushed: her dark complexion slightly heating up, and she raised her head and said to the tall man, “Why, thank you, sir. Chivalry isn’t dead!”

Jacob stood back and made a quasi-mocking bow, smirking all the way. Aisha laughed and playfully smacked Jacob’s bicep. Whatever smart comment Aisha was about to speak caught in her throat as the strength she felt sent a pleasurable jolt directly to her core. Shaking her head, she turned away from Jacob and walked to the bathroom. For his part, Jacob clutched an invisible hat to his chest as he watched her bodacious ass sway left, right, left, right. The dark skirt drew his eyes naturally higher and Jacob, mesmerized, committed the sight to memory.

While Jacob waited in line for coffee: an iced caramel macchiato with oat milk for her and a simple iced coffee with milk for him, Aisha checked and double-checked her bag. Wallet, lotion, scrunchie, phone, lipstick, perfume, and a packet of condoms. During her second to last semester, she took a Gender Studies class. On the third day of class, the professor handed out a packet of condoms to each student. She told them to keep it in case of emergencies. Alone now, Aisha debated an important topic. How far was she willing to let Jacob get today? Somehow, she had already given him her heart with that kiss; like an escape artist, it took only a momentary lapse of judgment to break for freedom. Would she, could she give her body to Jacob today? Part of her willed it to be… So much of her life would become complicated, but didn’t that kiss already complicate matters? Could she give her body, but not her heart, to some foreign Saudi Prince for money? Could she wait that long, when she yearned for Jacob? Now, when her heart and mind warred, a part of her desired the clarity the Wind could bring; so she reapplied her lipstick, straightened her hair in the mirror and opened the bathroom door, hoping, nay praying, for deliverance.

Aisha's libido increases +1