Gemini Nights

“What do you mean you’re tired?!”. You listen to him drone on and on about how he’s been working all day and just wants to chill at home…again. “So, I got all dressed up for nothing?!!”, you exclaim twirling your fingers around your freshly coiled twist out. You got your hair done just for him. “NO! I’m not coming over to sit on your couch and watch TV while your ass falls asleep.” He tries to plead his case but you don’t want to hear it. “Fine! Stay your ass home. As a matter of fact, fuck you! I’m going out without you!”. You end the call and slam your phone down on the table. Tears drop slowly from your eyes. You seriously consider going back in your room and undoing the 45 minutes of prep-work you took getting all dolled up for this party. But then, your Gemini instincts begin to take over. That notorious ‘bad twin’ gently holds your head up as she wipes your tears and smiles. ‘Now why waste a new dress and fresh do?’. She whispers in your ear, ‘Let’s get outta here Nikki’. You smile at yourself in the mirror smooth back that rogue front curl and head out the door.

You hold your head up and strut down the side walk not giving a fuck about going out without him. You are getting some stares from a few brothers as you past by. Your ego emerges and sits high on her pedestal with her head held up and legs crossed. One brother is compelled to stop you, “Sis you looking good tonight! I know your man ain’t let you leave out the house by yourself looking this good!”. You slow down and smile at him. You begin to feel good about your decision to go it alone tonight. Yeah…you need a night out with your girls: Me, Myself and I.

You reach the club and are pleasantly surprised by how upscale it looks. “Wow”, you whisper to yourself. A few blacked out Yukons are out front and the place is crawling with security. You walk up to the doorman and give your name, “Hi, I’m Nikki”. He checks the guest list, looks up and smiles. “Plus one?”, he asks looking behind you. You smirk and roll your eyes, “No”. He mouths, “Oh”, as he looks down and secures your wrist band. “Enjoy yourself”, he states mentioning for you to go in. You start to walk off and he leans in and whispers, “His loss”. He winks and you smile appreciatively as you walk into the crowd.

The party is pretty live. You don’t know a soul in the place but it doesn’t stop you from enjoying yourself. You are dancing and having a ball until the DJ decides to slow it down. You suck your teeth and head to the bar. A few guys ask you to dance but you just aren’t feeling it right now. “Three Olives Vodka and cranberry please. VERY pink”, you request slipping the bartender a $20 bill and insisting he keep the change. (Hey, you gotta tip well for the first drink) You sit at the bar, cross your legs and people watch. You notice a couple guys chilling in a dark corner in back of the club. You can barely see them but have a feeling they can see you just fine. You turn your head and continue to watch the couples grinding and slow winding on the dance floor. You finish your drink and are about to gesture for another when the bartender brings you one. You are about to ask if he’s psychic until he states, “From the gentleman in the far right corner”. You look back to that dark corner and see a figure raise his glass to you. You take your new drink and do the same. You gesture for the bartender. “Who is that?”, you ask him nodding toward the dark corner. “Don’t know. Some singer I think”. “Well, whatever he’s drinking, send him another one on me”. “You got it sweetheart”, he replies reaching for the Patron. 

He takes the drink over to the figure that continues to watch you from the dark corner. Handing him the glass, the bartender points in your direction. You lift your glass and smile. The bartender leaves and the figure stands up and begins walking out of the shadows. As he does so, you get a better look at him. He’s kinda short but cute. This little hottie is light brown with very curly hair and is rocking a black bandana with a fedora. His patterned print shirt is opened half way to show off his gold chains and his jeans are slim fitting. To top it off, he’s rocking wing tips with no socks! Now if you’d seen this same outfit on anyone else, you’d think they were nuts but this little dude is fly. He definitely has the swag to pull it off and it’s kinda turning you on. He’s wearing sunglasses and smiling as he walks closer to you. The closer he gets, the better you can see him. He looks Latino. Maybe Puerto Rican? You got mad love for ALL brown brothas but this dude looks like he might be a little too cocky for your taste. He looks kinda young too. Definitely NOT your type. You sit up straight and uncross your legs as he stands next to you. You’re surprised that he removes his shades as he greets you. “Hello beautiful”, he smiles revealing the prettiest brown eyes and sexiest dimples you’ve ever seen. “Hello handsome”, you respond smiling back. He chuckles at your response, “Thank you for the drink. It was very nice of you. I don’t get girls buying me drinks that often”. You lean forward and whisper, “Well, that’s the problem. You should stop hanging around girls and start hanging around women”. He smiles and nods in agreement, “True. Very true”. You suddenly remember your manners, “And thank you for the drink…uh, I’m sorry what was your name?”. He extends his right hand, “Bruno. My name is Bruno”. You shake his hand and continue, “Well, thank you for the drink Bruno. I’m Nikki. Nice to meet you”. Silence falls between you both as you sip your drinks. He glances at you and your face flushes. ‘Damn he’s cute’, you think to yourself. “So, Bruno, why are you hiding away in the dark back there?”, you ask coyly. He slides close to you and whispers, “I’m not a big fan of attention. I’m really kinda shy”. You smirk knowing that’s a lie. “Really? Cuz the bartender said you were a singer”. He smiles and looks down. “I’ve never heard of a shy singer”, you smirk. He chuckles, “Yeah, well, I’m shy off stage”. You laugh, “Yeah, ok”. Bruno looks around briefly. “Don’t tell me you’re here alone tonight. Beautiful lady like yourself should never be alone”. You put your drink down on the bar and look down, “Yeah…well…he was too tired to come out so…”. He reaches for your hand and caresses it. You look up to find him staring at you, “His loss”. You give him a half smile and look away. He turns your face softly to meet his gaze as he whispers, “Let me be your man for the night”. That bad twin perks right up. She’s already looking down to see what type of package he’s able to deliver. Smiling you graciously decline, “You’re very sweet but I don’t need your sympathy. I’m enjoying being alone tonight”. He steps back pretending to be offended. “Oh…well ok”. You smile at him as you finish your drink. “Nikki, right?”, he asks stepping in front of you. His manhood is resting against your crossed legs. ‘DAYYYYUUUUMMMM!!!’, you think to yourself. ‘This little dude is seriously packing!’. “Nikki, I get it but I’m lonely. I came here tonight with a bunch of dudes”, he nods toward the dark corner. “I’d love the company of a beautiful woman tonight”, he extends his hand to you. You look directly at him. You know you have to be AT LEAST 10 years his senior but what the hell, he’s fine and so far he’s been a gentleman. You slide down from the stool and place your hand in his. “Sure. Why not?”, you accept smiling.

You enter the dark VIP area and see a couple dudes sitting around. Some drinking, others throwing game to a few thirsty chicks hanging around. You’re bad twin shakes her head. ’Amateurs’, she smirks. You aren’t feeling the vibe. You lean in and whisper, “Can we go somewhere else?”. Bruno smiles and nods reading your mind. He leads you upstairs to an exclusive area of the balcony overlooking the entire dance floor. It’s low lighting sets a sensual mood that you are definitely feeling - or is that the 2 drinks you’ve had in the past 20 minutes? Bruno sits on a chair that is BARELY large enough for 2 people and  pats his lap for you to sit. You step back, fold your arms and scoff, “You’re kidding right? You better move over sweetheart”. You may be buzzed but you ain’t nowhere near drunk enough for that…yet. He laughs and scoots over. “I was just kidding Nikki”. You push him playfully as you sit down next to him. It’s a tight squeeze so you’re nearly sitting on him when you cross your legs. The waitress comes by and Bruno buys you a bottle of Three Olives and a bottle of Patron for himself. Your good twin whispers in your ear, ‘Ease up on the liquor Nicole’. Your bad twin quickly pushes her aside as the bottle comes and pours you a glass. Bruno sits back and sips his Patron while resting his right hand gently on your left thigh. You sip and look down at his thick fingers gently stroking your thigh. You can feel the warmth from the vodka wash over you and settle as a pool in your panties. You try to spark conversation to cut some of the sexual tension brewing between you. “So, what type of music do you sing? Would I have heard any of your stuff?”. He smirks, “You uh…like football?”. “Yeah, why…OH SHIT!”. It hits you. Football…The Super Bowl…Bruno…Mars. “Wait! Bruno? Bruno Mars?!”, you say completely embarrassed. He smiles revealing those sexy dimples as he looks down and nods slightly. Your face flushes with embarrassment. ‘How the hell did you not recognize Bruno Mars, Nicole!!’. You smile and apologize, “I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you. I actually love your music.” He chuckles. “It’s cool. It’s nice having genuine conversation and interaction with a woman who isn’t after me for my fame or money”. You smile still feeling like an ass. Your glass is nearly empty and Bruno notices. Holding up the Three Olives bottle he asks, “Refill?”. You nod, “Sure”. You still feel stupid for not recognizing him and would do anything to change the subject. 

The night continues and you have had WAY too much to drink. You are feeling good, REAL GOOD. You get up to dance off some of the alcohol that is disinhibiting your judgment. You move your hips to the sensual sounds of the reggae beat. You can “dutty wind” with the best of them and Bruno is enjoying the private show. He leans back in his chair and just watches as your hips move like a cobra hypnotized by the beat. He licks his lips as his eyes hug the curve of your thighs and ass. You bend over slightly and he can’t stand it any longer. In the blink of an eye, he is standing behind you with his hands holding tightly to your hips. You slowly stand and smile back at him. You back up a little and grind your asset on his growing interest. You stand and turn to face him smiling. His right hand lightly grazes your cheek as he whispers, “Damn, you sure know how to move them hips”. You just bite your lower lip as you raise your eye brow and wink in response. Bruno pulls your body closer to his as his hands travel down to your hips and then your thighs. “You’re beautiful”, he whispers staring into your eyes. His lips are inches from yours. You can damn near taste the Patron on his lips they are so close. His eyes never leave yours as he pushes that rogue curl behind your ear. His bottom lip looks scrumptious. You want to nibble on it then lightly suck it. ‘Nicole, control yourself’, you hear that good twin warn. Bruno leans in and his lips graze yours. Your love jumps and that bad twin whispers, ‘Do it’. His hand caresses the back of your head as your lips meet. Bruno’s lips are soft and sweet with a hint of tequila. Your body is taking over as your hands caress the back of his head and stoke it. His hands move to your ass and firmly grab hold. Your bodies are generating enough heat to fuel a small city for a week. His manhood is pressed hard against your love and you can feel EVERY INCH of his desire. You both come up for air and smile. You break his embrace and slowly walk back to the chair to sit down. ‘What the hell are you doing with that little boy?’, your good twin screams in your ear. Bruno smiles at you revealing those perfect imperfections as he walks over to you. ‘Shit, I’m about to get myself in trouble’, you think to yourself as he stands in front of you. His manhood is at full salute and your love is leaking in anticipation. Bruno stares down at you with those bedroom eyes but you can’t see past that huge bulge in front of you. You lick your lips and your mouth waters wondering what this sexy Puerto Rican tastes like. That bad twin emerges and once again whispers, ‘Do it’. You look up at Bruno. Smiling devilishly, you begin to unzip his pants. He looks a little surprised at first but once you caress the base of that carrot he smiles. You start to lick playfully up and down the shaft. Bruno’s dick is a lot larger than what you expected. ‘Jesus’, you think to yourself as you gag trying to swallow it deep. You hear him murmur as you suck and lick your way into his lustful thoughts. He’s moaning and his thighs quiver as you taste a little juice drip from that carrot. “Damn!! Nah…nah…nah”, he stammers stumbling back. He pulls you up to your feet and kisses you hard. You smirk taking his fedora and placing it on top of your head. He smiles. “Come here”, he commands leading you to the corner of the balcony. He pushes you against the wall kissing your lips and neck while he slides his hands up your thighs until your dress is around your waist. Your moans are growing louder and he smiles with encouragement. The DJ has a clear view of the two of you and turns the volume way up to cover your moans. Bruno’s hands find their way to your clit and begin to stroke it as his tongue explores your mouth. You grab a fist full of his curls and nibble his ear lobe as his fingers take you to paradise. Your love is soaking wet and he is staring at you like a lion on the hunt. You can’t help but return the intense stare as you stroke that rock hard carrot desperate to enter you. You don’t usually sweat but this young man has you drenched. He kisses your forehead, nose and lips. Smiling at you he whispers, “I can stop you know”. You lick his sweet lips, grab hold of his desire and whisper back, “But do you want to?”. He smirks and slides your panties to the side as he lifts your left leg and you wrap it around his waist. He kisses you firmly and slides his passion into your dripping wetness. You caress his head and begin to ride him like a Preakness front runner. Your walls tremble with every bite he leaves on your neck. Bruno thrusts deeply and hits your G-Spot causing your body to crumble in his arms. “OH…MY…GOD..”, you whimper as your juices drip onto him. He chuckles and holds you close. Wrapping his arms around your lower back he whispers, “I got you baby. I got you”. Your legs are trembling and you can’t stand but it doesn’t stop Bruno from kissing your neck and chest as his hands hold the small of your back. “Mmmmmmmm”, you murmur in his ear. You are enjoying every second of being in this young man’s arms. His hardness is pressed between you and renews your strength. You want more. You nibble his ear and continue down to his neck. Leaving little bites, you can taste his sweat and it’s turning you on. You grab his curls and kiss him hard. He looks directly into your eyes and smiles wickedly. Never breaking his stare, he forces your arms up over your head (well…truthfully, you didn’t put up a fight). He holds your hands hostage above your head as he re-enters his new favorite playground. His body is pressed against yours. Bruno is in full control…and you love it. ‘Sweet Jesus!’, you think to yourself. You never imagined a young dude could put it on you like this. Bruno is grinding inside your love as he whispers in your ear, “Damn! I love it when it’s wet”. You smirk and try to push your wetness onto his manhood but he’s controlling your every move. “I’ma...beat...this...pussy...up”, he continues. You are loving his lustful cockiness but your ego has to add her two cents, “Baby boy, you can’t handle me”. He smiles and lets your hands go. “Oh, really? Well, handle ME then”, he dares winking at you as he holds his hands up in surrender. You smile devilishly and force him back onto the chair. You notice the DJ watching but don’t give a fuck at this point. Bruno is wide-eyed with eager anticipation as you straddle him. Jumping up and down on his hardness you hear him moan, “Oohhhhhh”. Your ego is smiling with pride as you grind circles on him. His manhood in buried deep in your walls and his hands grip the arm rests trying not to release his satisfaction. You lick his lips and whisper in his ear, “You’re sweating. You ok Baby Boy?”. He smirks as beads of sweat roll down his face. He grabs your hips and you rock back and forth on his manhood until you hit your hallelujah. You collect yourself and decide to give Bruno the ride of his life. You turn around and begin riding reverse cowgirl. You are twerking on that carrot so hard Bruno grabs your hips and yells “FUCK! BABY FUCKKKKK!”. You immediately feel him release his desire within your walls, "Aweeeeeee shhhhhhiiiiiiieeeeeettttttt". You collapse back onto his chest and he just holds you. Bruno tightens his arms around you as he plants a kiss on top of your head. “Jesus Christ Nikki. That was amazing”. You don’t respond, you just smile. Bruno sits up and you settle onto his lap. Caressing your face he asks, “You ok?”. Again you don’t respond you just smile and nod. This young man just slayed you and you have no words.

“Oh really?!”, you laugh in response to Bruno’s silly conversation. It’s getting very late and the club will be closing soon. You and Bruno have been talking and laughing the night away after your…uh…intimate encounter. Dre enters the balcony and stops in his tracks seeing you sitting on Bruno’s lap. “Sorry”, he whispers looking away quickly. You are fully clothed (now) so you stand and look for your shoes. “It’s cool man, what’s up?”, Bruno asks. Still looking away Dre says, “Uh, club’s closing”. “Oh, alright. I’m coming”. You walk over to Bruno and stoke the right side of his face. “Thank you for a wonderful time tonight Bruno”. Bruno smiles and his dimples emerge. “Tonight was amazing. Haven’t had this much fun in a while”, he responds pushing that rogue curl back into place and stroking your face. Dre looks uncomfortable and steps back out. You start to walk away but Bruno grabs your wrist. “You know, the night doesn’t have to end”. You smile. You know it does have to end. He’s too young for you and besides he’s a celebrity and you aren’t about that life. You kiss those sweet lips and reply, “Good night Bruno” as you walk out of the door. 

You are smiling as you walk down the sidewalk reliving the nights events. A blacked out Yukon slows down on the street next to you. The back window rolls down and Bruno calls to you hanging out of the window. “Nikki! Why didn’t you say you needed a ride. Let me take you home”. You turn to him but don’t stop walking. “I don’t need a ride but thanks”. “Come on. I can’t let you walk home. It’s late”. “I’ma big girl. I think I’ll be ok”, you chuckle. You keep walking but the Yukon stops and Bruno hops out and runs over to you. “Well, the least I can do is walk you home. Just to make sure you get in safely”. You shrug your shoulders. “It’s a free country. I can’t stop you”, you respond. Who said chivalry is dead? You and Bruno walk and talk all the way back to your place while the Yukon follows slowly behind you both. You reach your front door and realize you have a decision to make. “Well…”, Bruno says looking down while using his hand to rub the back of his neck. ‘Invite him in. It’s the polite thing to do’, your bad twin urges with a lustful wink. ‘Thank him and kiss him good night…on the cheek’, your good twin interjects. “Uh…”, you start trying to decide. Bruno shifts his weight and goes for the gusto, “Can I come in?”. You smile and respond, “Sure. Why not?”.