Tribal Touch

  Tribal Touch

Jacob had longed for this moment, had dreamed of it from the first moment he had met Charmagne at the party. Spotting her across the room, he had spent much of the evening simply watching her, enthralled with her shy, but refined demeanor. The clothes she wore were colorful, but modest, in a style Jacob later learned was steeped in rich tribal tradition. The colors complimented her deep ebony skin, a skin he envisioned running his fingertips over. He let his mind drift, imagining slipping his hand underneath the light fabric of her... her blouse? It wasn't a blouse, he wasn't sure what to call it, but he pictured the soft fabric tickling the back of his hand as his fingertips moved so gently over her breasts.

"Jacob, I'd like you to meet Charmagne Abolla, our new African Studies advisor," Jacob heard Dean Folsom say. He immediately rose, feeling the uncomfortable tug of his pants against his erection. Looking up to her face, he noticed her eyes quickly dance away from his prominent bulge to look him directly in his eyes. Her deep brown eyes made Jacob think of a dark forest, intriguing with its mystery, slightly dangerous.

"Charmagne," Dean Folsom continued, "this is Jacob Andrews, our senior Geography professor. I think you obviously have a lot in common."

Jacob reached his hand out to Charmagne and then savored the feel of her as she reached her hand to his and demurely shook it. Swallowing, Jacob composed himself, "Charmagne, such an interesting name, definitely something from the continent."

"Thank you, I was named after my mother."

"She must be a very beautiful woman."

"She died when I was very young, I don't remember her."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

She moved her hand to his arm, lightly touching him with her fingers as she spoke, "It was a tragic time then, I was actually one of the lucky ones."

"Lucky?"

"Lucky, yes, I was raised by a missionary family."

The conversation continued with an ease and familiarity that amazed Jacob and as the months passed he and Charmagne drew closer together. Initially meeting at faculty functions, they slowly progressed through hurried lunches on campus, to quiet evenings at intimate restaurants and now, to drinks in a local hotel bar.

They sat together, while some students played a soft jazz in the background. The warm glow of the candle reflected off her skin, highlighting a satin-like texture that he had touched on only a few occasions in the months they had dated. Now, he reached out his hand and gently clasped her forearm, drawing her hand up to his mouth. Gently running his lips over the back of her hand and onto her delicate fingers, he felt her trembling. "If you would like to wait, I could tell them we don't want the room."

"They would charge you for it anyway, besides, this is what I want."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," she answered with a quiet laugh.

"You laugh?"

Smiling she answered, "I remember when I first met you."

"Dean Folsom introduced us," Jacob remembered.

"And you stood up, and... and..."

"Oh my, I had hoped you didn't notice."

"Well, it was hard not too," she grinned, amused a bit at her pun.

Feeling his face flush a bit, Jacob said, "I had been thinking of you."

"Me?"

"I saw you across the room and then I pictured touching you," he moved his hand to her neck and then softly ran his fingers down, slipping just slightly beneath her blouse, "like this."

Charmagne closed her eyes and curled her head back, exhaling slowly. Jacob felt her tremble and began to wonder. "You have been with a man before, haven't you?"

She snapped her head back and looked at him, seeming a bit shocked, "Yes." Her head tilted and she asked, "Why?"

"You are just trembling so."

"Since the moment I saw you, I knew we would be here... not this specific hotel, but I knew we would... would..."

"Get together?"

"Get together."

"Should we go upstairs now?"

She smiled shyly and nodded. Taking her hand, Jacob led her to the elevator and when it arrived at their floor, he led her to the room. Once inside it became ballet, as desire became movement and they moved together in a flowing dance, of buttons, fingertips, belt loops and an extended kiss.

Jacob reached behind her and deftly unfastened her bra, finally touching her like he dreamed of the day he first met her. Moving his hands from behind her, he let his fingertips cascade down over her collarbone, to the slight mounds of her breasts, searching, searching and finally finding her firm nipples.

Charmagne arched her back, pressing her breasts to him as he moved his mouth to them, letting his tongue circle the sensitive nubs. The faint light from the smoke alarm sparkled over her where Jacob's saliva glistened her skin. He stood back and gazed at her as he removed the rest of his clothes. She removed her pants and then climbed into bed, only removing her panties after she was underneath the covers.

He walked to the side of the bed and then gasped as she touched his curved erection. Her fingertips played over him as she curiously explored his length and in moments he felt the sensations building inside him. Pulling his hips back, he moved onto the bed beside her and ran his hand down her body. She sighed as his hand moved over her breast, but then she tensed as it trailed down her body.

Leaning over her, he began kissing her breasts, toying with her nipples before moving downward, kissing her down her stomach. Just as his lips crossed over the kinky black hair and he first breathed her earthy scent, she grabbed his head and pulled it upward.

Resisting her, he whispered, "Let me, I want to taste you. Besides, I'll never last for you otherwise."

"No, please, I want you inside me."

Despite her pleas and her hands, he moved down, dipping his tongue into her wet opening, savoring the incredible flood of fragrance and tangy taste that permeated his senses. He circled his tongue inside her and then moved slowly up, gently parting her delicate lips. She seemed to shudder beneath him as he moved toward her clit, but as his tongue traversed, suddenly he stopped. Something was wrong, instead of a soft progression from pliant lips to a tiny nub, there was a hard ridge and the smooth curve flattened out.

He explored with his tongue for a moment, but no... something was not... His ran his tongue in wide circles and he heard her gasp. Pulling up, he threw the covers back, and in the dim light that oozed past the heavy curtains he looked down at her. Her lips blossomed outward at her opening, glistening with the combination of her wetness and his saliva. The lips unfolded normally until just below where her clit was... wasn't... a light band of skin crossed over... over... oh damn! Oh god!

Jacob stood up and ran to bathroom, turned on the water and splashed cold water onto his face. He breathed deep, once, twice… then splashed his face again. Turning off the water, he could hear her sobbing in the other room. Taking another deep breath, he stepped back into the room.

Charmagne was curled up in a ball, shaking as she sobbed into the pillow. Jacob crawled back onto the bed and spooned up behind her.

"Don't touch me," she cried.

"It's okay..."

"I disgust you."

"No… no Charmagne, not that, never that. I was just shocked and then revolted, but not at you, at them... god damn them. What they did to you! Charmagne, Charmagne… what did they do to you."

"They... they... it was before. I was so young, I don't remember it. My mother... my adoptive... my mother told me that they hurt me, hurt me badly. I am so ashamed."

"No, no don't be ashamed, I... I... why didn't you tell me."

"How do I tell a man?'

"That's why you wanted the lights out, that's why you didn't want me to..."

"With men before, it was so quick, they didn't seem to..."

"But..."

"I'll get dressed and go," she whispered.

"No, no I want you to stay, I need you to stay."

"You're just being..."

"I need you to stay! I love you."

She began sobbing, shaking so hard the bed shook with her, "I love you too." She turned and faced him, pressing her head onto his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her. Jacob held her as her sobs slowly calmed and her breathing softened. She drifted to sleep as he gently kissed her over and over again.