Grant and Thelma Ch. 01

"Let's play something Grant is good at. Golf," said Thelma, changing the subject.

"And how my dear, do you suppose we can play golf in here?" asked Grant with a chuckle.

Thelma had Grant move all the furniture around, and set up drinking glasses in strategic places all around the room. She gave her friends pointers, and tried to help them with their strokes. Of course she showed them how to do everything lightly because they were in the hotel room, and hitting the ball into empty glasses.

He also had the occasion to learn how she'd become so adept at Golf. Her mother was a maid to a family where the father was an avid golfer. He had a young black boy as a caddy, but the caddy was awful. Thelma was always fascinated with his golf clubs, and she begged to go along as a young teenager. Of course, the father thought the idea of a young girl as a caddy was ludicrous, but when he saw how quickly Thelma learned what club he should be using at various parts of the game, and so forth, he loved having her as a caddy. He taught her the game, and when they didn't have enough players, the gentlemen would let her play as well as caddy for them.

Grant found himself amazed at how talented she was. And also how fun loving she was. She was the life of the party. Her enthusiasm for life was contagious and he loved it, though he was worried about what he was getting into, with the little "jailbird".

Now that the furniture was out of the way, it looked like Thelma and Marlinda were conspiring all along.

"Now that all that furniture is moved, how about some slow dancing?" said Marlinda.

"Yeah, how about it. And let's turn the lights off in here so that Charles doesn't stand around critiquing other's dancing. Put on that Dinah Washington Record. It's nice and slow," added Thelma.

They hit the lights, and the room went dark.

Grant put aside his jailbird worries regarding Thelma. He could get to the bottom of this later. He also put aside his embarrassment over his earlier lack of rhythm. For now he just wanted to be close to her. She brought energy, and life everywhere. Her love of life and her laughter was contagious. And he was attracted to her like mad, the dimples, smooth, clear glowing brown skin, her curious eyes, cute little features, and that darling hair style.

He pulled her close to him swiftly.

"I know how to slow dance. I'm a lot better at that than the lindy hop," he whispered softly in her ear.

"I think it's cute that you don't dance fast very well Grant. Really. I can teach you. I bet you are a good slow dancer. Probably as good as that as you are at kissin', you're really smooth. Too smooth with your lips," she whispered quietly.

"You're pretty good at that yourself now that you had a good teacher," he said.

He pulled her close to him. He wanted to feel her body next to his, like he had in the car.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, and leaned her whole body into this.

He could feel the swell of her lovely breasts, the curve of her hips, her thighs against his own.

"You feel perfect to me Thelma. No one has felt like this in my arms. I promise," he whispered, very lightly and chastely kissing her forehead.

"Me either Grant, Me either," she said her voice barely above a whisper.

***

She wanted to kiss him again. She pulled him toward her in the dark. She lightly grazed his lips with her own, and he clutched her cheek, bringing her close to him, caressing her dimple, and she smiled. When she smiled, he took it as an invitation, and pressed his eager tongue between her lips.

She sighed with delight. She didn't care who heard. She'd waited for this moment since the picnic at the golf course this afternoon.

Kissing him was sheer, unadulterated pleasure, the hot wet feel of his lips, the sweet taste of him, the smell of him, the aftershave, the cigarettes, and still the hint of butterscotch. At first he kissed her very sweetly like he kissed her when they sat having their little picnic.

But soon, as the music began to get into the two of them, the kiss became urgent, and hungry. Soon, Thelma felt him begin to swell again against her thigh, and he quickly backed away from her. Apparently he was remembering how he'd startled her in the car.

While she'd been timid in the car, since that was the first time she'd ever really be close to a man who was aroused, for her and her alone, this time she wanted it. She was flattered, and intoxicated by the feeling.

"No, stay," she whispered.

And she didn't even intend to, but to show him

how much she wanted him to stay, she very lightly nibbled at his full lips, and pulled him closer to her by the small of her back.

She felt his nose in her hair.

"I just didn't want you to be frightened of me," he whispered softly.

"I'm not," she added nuzzling under his throat, kissing him along his adam's apple.

"I'm so glad Thelma. I just like you so much, that I can't help myself, it just all comes out. I've never been attracted to someone so hard, so fast Thelma," he whispered into her hair.

"Me either GW. I believe in listening to my heart though. In everything I do I listen to my heart. My heart's telling me I want you," she said linking her arms around the small of her back.

Her hands inadvertently slipped over his bottom.

When this happened, he kissed her ravenously.

"You have quite the perfect little shape yourself," he added and he took her own accidental fondling as a cue to very gently grope her own bottom.

She giggled.

"Thank you Grant," she said.

He silenced her suckling her lower lips.

"And full, adorable lips, and how I love them,"

he added softly.

"Yours aren't bad Grant. Get into the music. Can you feel how gritty she is? Dinah is passionate, and powerful, and a deep groove," she added grabbing his hips, and thrusting her own close to his own.

They began dancing seductively swaying into each other, grinding softly against each other's hips. Thelma felt warm tingles course through her body, sort of similar to the way it felt when she would graze against the couch, although, instead of relief coursing through her, she felt an increased current of desire.

She was beginning to feel aroused, but grinding together under the guise of dancing left her more comfortable with the feelings, as a novice.

"I ache for you Thelma. But I think we should take our time. I want to be slow with you. Take my time. Get to know you. There's so much to discover. A lot to discover. More than there is to discover with those spoiled little rich girls I know back home. I want to know you in that way, and in every way," he added softly.

He made her dizzy with his words, but remembering her past as homely Thelma, and her upbringing as a poor working class girl, she did not want to place too much hope and faith in his words. She didn't want to be let down.

"I don't want you to promise nothing you can't keep. Let's just take it one day at a time. All

I know is that today I learned that, I feel good everywhere when I'm with you GW, and I do mean

everywhere," added Thelma softly.

She tried to ignore the rigidness of her own nipples against his chest, and the slick sensation she felt growing between her thighs as they squeezed each other's bottoms and grinded into each other slowly.

"We can take it one day at a time. But I want to take every day with you. I want to learn everything about you, what makes you so wonderful," he added his breath hot in her ear, and tickling her.

When he stuck his tongue in her ear she couldn't help it, she did moan.

As she moaned, that side of the record was coming to a close.

Marlinda said loudly

"I'm turning on the light's so no one gets pregnant. Now quit doing anything you don't want your Mama to see," she added turning on the lights.

GW knew his face was flush with delight and desire. How he envied Thelma's smooth chocolate complexion, but her dimples were a dead giveaway.

"Grant, it's getting late. We better be parting company," said Thelma.

"You don't have to leave yet," he added sadly.

"Yeah I do, It'll be close to daybreak when we get back to Brooklyn," said Thelma.

"You're right. I don't want you in trouble. I still want to see you again tomorrow. For the pie. But instead of the morning let's make it the afternoon," said Grant.

"Lovely. I look forward to it. Call me and let me know where to meet you," added Thelma, rounding up her friends and heading out the door.

***

Grant made her feel so funny and warm everywhere. On the drive home, she barely heard anything that was said, including the overprotective little barbs that her bassist threw at Grant, warning her that he was a spoiled rich boy and was sure to break her heart.

Her underclothes were soaking wet, she'd never been so slick before, and this was a distraction. She fished into her purse for a cigarette and began puffing like mad, watching the city lights as they smeared through the window in the backseat. For the first time, she truly understood desire for another person, and she understood that it was a need not easily extinguished, like the need to eat and drink.

She wanted Grant. She wanted him terribly. When she got home, and it was so late she could almost see the sun peaking through the clouds, she was so moist that she had to bathe. She rinsed her underpants out under the sink. She normally took care of the wash on Mondays for her family, taking everything to the Laundromat, but she definitely did not want her mother or anyone else seeing those soaking wet panties.

Her nipples ached. She stroked them for relief, and when the relief didn't come, she drew some steamy hot bath water. While the bathwater was running, she did find relief, gliding against the ledge of the tub the same way she would glide against the arm of the couch. She was thrilled by the cool edge of the tub against her warm slick insides, and then, as the feeling spread, the way the porcelain warmed against her thighs and finally the way she exploded into rivulets of sheer unadalturated pleasure. She had to bite her lips to keep from screaming out the name

"Grant,"

Then, exhausted, she sidled into the steamy hot bath which was fully ready. And now she knew what was so different. Before, when she'd satisfied her sexual urges, she hadn't focused on anything, just raw pleasure and giving herself physical relief from the longing for pleasure. But now, she was thinking of another person. A real life person, not a matinee idol.

***

Meanwhile, back at his own hotel, Grant was also

feeling flushed for Thelma.

He tried taking a cold shower. But even that didn't cure his desire for her. And he felt ashamed at his inability to control his longing for her, his urges for her. He turned off all the lights in the room, and lay across the bed, only in his pajama pants, no shirt.

She was so sexy, adorable and funny, and he longed and hungered for her. He missed her, and he wished she was still in the room with him. He wanted her badly. He wanted to possess her, and make love to her and fill her with pleasure. He wanted to make her laugh with his wit, and his charm, and then he wanted to spoil her, give her things materially that she never dreamed of. He wanted to support her in her dream to sing professionally and see her become successful.

But he knew it was mad. It was madness. He didn't know her. And it seemed that she was also a little criminal. A little jailbird as they'd called her. He needed to get to the bottom of it. And he needed her. When he worried about her, his erection went down, because he was deep in thought. But, when he concentrated on her lovely voice, her smooth smoky skin, or the way she laughed, he became hard again.

During one such incident, he squeezed himself, and thrusted into his own hand until his back arched with delight. He imagined that it was Thelma that he was thrusting into, Thelma that he was entering and making whole. He wanted to tame her, subdue her with pleasure. Make her feel contented, relaxed, and then have her throb with ecstasy. He fantasized about extinguishing her lusty fire, and taming her because she was so very wild and spirited. But then he found himself masturbating again, and this time he imagined her taming him because she was so very wild and exotic.

Then he washed up again. She'd really gotten into his head, and he was embarrassed. He hadn't played with himself since he was seventeen years old. There wasn't a need, there were plenty of elite girls who were willing to skirt their parents rules. But they were tame, and frigid, and boring to him now. And he finally understood why he never bothered to marry any of those girls. They didn't excite him. He didn't want those girls. He wanted Thelma now. He couldn't believe that hot little cocoa creature was a virgin.

He hoped not for long! He hungered for her desperately.

***