Free Cafe Romance by Curtis Bennett Page A

two.”
    “You mean he put it to you that good?”
    “Like a convict just released from solitary confinement,” Juanita grinned.
    “Well, I’m happy for you.”
    “In case you’re interested, Miss Prissy. He has a cute looking younger brother. And he’s just as fine. Probably just as hung.”
    “Thanks but no thanks.”
    “What are you afraid of, Leslie? I’m tell’n you, that coochie of yours is just going to dry up.”
    “I guess you can say I’m saving it.”
    “Saving it? Hell, for whom?”
    “I don’t know. But he’s out there somewhere, I’m sure.”
    “Well, whoever he is, he’s going to have to be one special dude to get you to give it up.”
    Yvette touched her friend’s hand lightly and chuckled. “Whatever.”
    “You think I’m playing but I’m serious gal,” Juanita said with a straight face. “There’s a man out there who is going to pin your ass down and rock your world. Trust me on that.”
    “Like I said, whatever,” Yvette came back with a wide grin.
     

 
    C hapter 5
     
     
    I t was an hour before the Oklahoma sunset. Leslie had gotten into the habit of jumping in bed early to catch some rest before embarking on a night out on the town. Occasionally she suffered from a mild case of anemia. Starting up a fledgling business took a lot of time and energy. And usually by the end of the day her batteries had run desperately low. Today was no different. Adding to her long day was Kurt’s arrival earlier in the day. When he was in town she knew she had to be operating on all eight cylinders. He was always full of energy and ready to hit the road running.
    The few hours Leslie rested, Kurt sat in the living room talking to his sister-in-law, Lorna. Lorna was a court stenographer by trade. The two abided their time trading stories about her job and his former job. A while later, Lorna retreated to her bedroom to catch a snooze too.
    Kurt yawned and glanced down at his watch. It was nearing six o’clock in the evening. Time to wake Leslie up from her beauty rest. He wanted to hit the restaurant scene before nine o’clock, then the nightclub scene no later than ten.
    Lying on the bed wearing only a black bra and smoke-colored panty hose, Leslie looked shapely, supple, and damned sensuous as ever to him. Before he realized it, he was unbuttoning his shirt and stepping out of his trousers. Dinner would have to wait, he mused. Walking over to the stereo, he put on a piano jazz CD.
    Easing onto the bed, he drew close to her warm perfumed body. Reaching for the hooks on the back of her black lacy bra he carefully unfastened them. She stirred slightly, and then woke up. She appeared tired and in a dream-like state. Before she could say anything, he positioned his chiseled body above hers. Gently, he kissed her cheeks as he slowly grinded her. To his dismay, she responded with a mild protest, asking him to put a stop to his advances. But he didn’t. Not right away.
    Clearing her throat, she again asked him to remove himself from off her.
    Exasperated, he cried out, “What’s in hell is wrong, Leslie?”
    “I’m just not in the mood, right now,” she said, as her voice broke slightly. Though pinned beneath him, she managed to sit up but did not look at him directly. “God, my throat feels so dry. Could you please pass me that bottled water over there?”
    Reluctantly, Kurt removed himself from above her and reached for the water bottle. He watched as she took a swallow.
    “So, what’s up?” he asked, lying next to her with his head resting in the palm of his hand. “What did I do or say?”
    “Nothing dear, I’m just not in the mood.”
    “You seemed fine a couple of hours ago.”
    “Well, that was then.”
    “Damn, baby. It’s been three months since we last saw one another. Don’t you have any nature?”
    “I sure do. Just not now.”
    Still aroused, he reached over and slipped his hand inside her blouse in an attempt to caress her heaving breasts. If he could just get