The New World: The Awakening. Leahann Cavanaugh

the wait. I grabbed his shaft with my hand, slightly squeezed it, and started to caress it as I continued to suck like I was trying to find the center of a tootsie pop. I could taste him. He started to shake; his moaning increased. Just when he was about to get there with the quickness, he lifted me off him and slid to the other side of the bed.

      “What’s wrong?” I said as I wiped my mouth.

      “Nothing,” he whispered heavily. He turned and looked at me out the corner of his eye. I sat there Indian-style, and he slowly turned back around. Then before I could do anything, he swiftly turned around and grabbed me by the knees and pulled me into him. He could feel my excitement. He started to delicately kiss me on my left thigh. My heart started to beat harder. He opened my legs, never losing eye contact with me, then he started to kiss my right thigh. I tried to hold back but I couldn’t any longer, and I let out a moan. As I tried to close my legs, I reached out to stop him, unsure if I was ready to receive the pleasure he wanted to give me. Before I could touch him, he grabbed both of my hands, pushed them back, opened my legs, and said, “You ready?” He spread my lips with his tongue and started to lick my clit in a circular motion.

      I cried out, “Oh, Jay!” I reached out, not to stop him but to caress his face while he indulged himself. My whole insides were on fire. I couldn’t keep my legs open. Every breath I took was accompanied with a cry, a moan, or his name. He slowly took his hands and gently spread my legs farther apart. As he sucked and licked my clit, I looked down at him, and I couldn’t help but see his eyes staring right back at me. I tried to grab something to conceal my cries, but the pillows were out of reach. I put my fists in my eyes, feeling somewhat embarrassed that I was so loud. I looked back down at him, and he was still looking back at me. Something was building up inside of me. I screamed out, “Jay, stop!”

      “Mmm…mmm,” he hummed. I tried to run, but there was no escape. I frantically pushed on his head, trying to throw off his concentration. Nothing worked. He grabbed me by my outer thigh right below my hips and pulled me closer to him. Every breath was a moan. I could no longer see his eyes or his eyebrows. All I could see was his hairline. The ray of light magnified his freshly cut jet-black hair going up and down in a circular motion. Just looking at his waves made my whole body shake. I couldn’t move a muscle. My body was tight. I couldn’t control it. I screamed out, “Oh shit!” Then another scream followed, “Jay!” I couldn’t help but whimper. I felt like all the energy in my body was suddenly drained from me. I was motionless, unable to move a limb or open my eyes. I lay there with my mouth wide open. That’s what an orgasm feels like, I thought to myself.

      Jay looked up at me as he gently kissed and licked me. Then he started back up as if I didn’t just climax.

      “Jay, what are you doing?” I questioned, although I already knew the answer. “Stop!” I cried out, not really wanting him to stop, and he knew, so he didn’t. It was like something was holding my entire torso down hostage style, and it turned me on. My hands dramatically moved toward his head, never actually reaching it, flung to the top of the headboard. It started to build again. I could no longer see his eyes as my legs kicked and moved to distract him. It was the only thing I could think of. He took his hands and held my legs open by my knees.

      My body started to shake, but it wasn’t me. The entire bed shook. The lamps fell off the nightstands. Pictures and light fixtures fell off the walls. The lights flickered. I didn’t know what was happening. Steam started to rise off my skin. I started to see blood red and then a bright light. I couldn’t describe the feeling. It was a hundred times stronger than the first orgasm I just experienced. Five seconds later, I blacked out.

      When I awoke, it was dark and the window that my head was leaned against flashed lights every two seconds. Something made my body shake and made me quiver. I sat up a little to adjust my vision and scope out my surroundings. I was back on the bus, and Miles and Denise curiously stared at me with smiles on their faces. I wiped my eyes and asked them what happened. They both looked at each other, giggling.

      “I don’t know, you tell us,” Miles said, wanting to know all the juicy details of my disappearance with the mystery man.

      “I can’t remember. Why are we leaving two days early?” I asked as I looked around, trying to see exactly where we were.

      “Bullshit, you can’t remember. Nigga was fine!” Miles said in his “oh I gotta have him” voice.

      “Who was fine?” I asked, confused at the whole conversation. I drastically searched my pockets and purse for clues.

      “You really don’t remember, do you?” Denise said, worried.

      “No!” I yelled. I looked in my purse, and there was a pair of earrings that I didn’t remember buying. The bus hit another bump, and I quivered again. With no hesitation I grabbed my vagina and moaned.

      “Something happened,” Denise said. Being way more experienced than me, she already knew what I was going through.

      “Why are we leaving so early?” I asked again.

      “It was a serious earthquake, and Mr. P canceled the rest of the trip,” Miles explained.

      “Where was I at?” I asked, waiting patiently for an answer.

      “Hell, I don’t know. Mr. P said he heard you crying outside the bus, but when he came out, you were gone, and so was mystery man,” Denise informed me.

      “Who is mystery man?” I asked, baffled that they would let me run off with a stranger.

      “I don’t know him, but you introduced him to me as Jason,” she said.

      I sat straight up. “Jason! What did he look like?” I asked her.

      Denise looked confused at the fact that I didn’t remember the one guy that I introduced to her.

      “Fuck!” I yelled. “He did it again.”

      “He did what?” Miles said, thinking I’d been violated.

      “Nothing,” I said. “When did I get back?”

      “Like twenty minutes after the quake was over,” Denise said.

      “How did I get back?” I asked, digging through my memories—mind and soul.

      “He carried you back,” Miles said with the look of lust on his face.

      “And you looked happy as hell, so I know something happened,” Denise said with a smile on her face, waiting for me to spill the details.

      “I don’t remember!” I yelled again.

      “Okay, keep playin’ with us,” Miles said, pissed off I was leaving him out.

      “If I remembered, I wouldn’t tell you,” I said, kind of upset that I didn’t remember so I could tell them. They turned around and continued to talk between themselves.

      “Do you think she remembers the accident?” Denise whispered to Miles.

      “I don’t know. She don’t remember anything else,” Miles whispered back.

      I could hear them talk but couldn’t make out the words. They both turned and looked at me through the crack between their seats.

      “What?” I asked, wondering what the fuck was going on.

      “Should we remind her?” Miles said, looking at Denise.

      “Remind me of what?” I asked, concerned because of the looks on their faces. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

      “There was an accident, Lyric,” Denise informed me.

      “Your aunt was in a car accident,” Miles added.

      “She didn’t make it,” Denise continued.

      I didn’t know how to react or respond. Tears started to roll down my face as I put my head down. Denise stood up and sat down beside me and held me.

      “I have no one,” I cried.

      “Yes,