Superstar-Chapter 28

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Chapter 28: Take Me Home

            “Excuse me, miss?”

            “Yes?” Dom answered. “May I help you?”

            “Where can I find this color lipstick?”

            Dom swallowed a biting comment. It was hard because the woman asking was in the cosmetics section and the lipsticks were directly behind her. Dom pointed them out to her.

            “Oh, thank you. I must’ve overlooked them.”

            “Yeah,” Dom muttered as the woman turned around. She breathed a silent prayer of thanks that she was getting off soon.

           Concentration came hard for Dom today because Terry was swimming freely in her mind. Visions of him playing the guitar, smiling with those perfect dimples of his and kissing her passionately derailed any thoughts of doing anything constructive at work.

“Dominique.”

She came back to earth and saw a tall sista with almond brown skin and piercing brown eyes and standing in front of her. This was Tundria, her supervisor and behind Tundria stood the lipstick woman. Neither of them looked happy.

“Uh…yes?”

“Are you gonna ring this woman up?” Tundria asked, a hint of warning in her voice.

“Yes, I am. I’m sorry, ma’am,” Dom said, putting on her best smile. “I got distracted.” The lipstick woman sucked her teeth, paid for the ugly red colored lipstick and walked away. Dom was about to close the register and rearrange the perfume, when she noticed Tundria was still standing there.

“Whassup, boss?”

“I should be askin’ you,” Tundria said. “What’s the deal, Dom? You’ve been spacin’ out a lot lately.”

“I ain’t spacin’,” Dom countered. Tundria raised a manicured eyebrow and leveled a ‘nigga, please’ look at Dom.

“I’m not. Really.”

“Who is he?”

“Who said it was about a dude?” Dom asked and concentrated on something very interesting by her feet. Tundria wasn’t convinced.

Dom sighed. “Okay, I was thinkin’ about my boyfriend, Terry.”

“Finally, the truth.”

Dom ignored the comment. “He has these dimples and grey eyes that just look right through you. And he looks so sexy when he’s playing a guitar.”

Tundria looked past Dom, whose back was towards the front door, and said, “Is he about five nine and light skinned?”

“Yeah. How did you know?”

“He just came in the door.” Dom turned and saw Terry walking towards her.

“Girl, you go wit’cha bad self,” Tundria whispered. “Now I know why your mind was elsewhere.”

“Okay?!”

“Hey, Dom,” Terry said.

“Hey. Terry, this is my supervisor, Tundria. Tundria, this is Terry, the guy I was telling you about.”

“Hope it was nice things she told you,” Terry quipped as he extended a hand, which Tundria shook firmly. “Nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure’s all mine.”

“So what’s up?” Dom asked him.

“Nothing big. Just came to see if you need a ride home.”

“In about an hour, yeah.”

“Dom, go ahead and clock out. I’ll count your drawer down.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” Tundria insisted. “If you don’t get moving in about three seconds…”

Dom was off to the back room to get her jacket and purse. While she was back there, she took a moment to slide on lipstick and brush her hair. When she came back out, Terry was waiting for her by the front door.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Absolutely.” Dom answered as they walked to Terry’s car.

“So, you and your boss were talkin’ about me, huh?”

“Yeah, but it was good stuff.” She grinned at him as they pulled off. “I ain’t got nothing bad to say about you.”

“I hope not. I haven’t done anything yet.”

“You expect to?” Dom asked with a raised eyebrow.

He grinned with a wicked twinkle in his eyes. “You in a hurry to go home?”

“No. What’s up?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he said as he got on I-57 south, heading towards Matteson.

“Where are we going?” Dom asked.

“You’ll see.” Terry pulled out a cassette tape and put it into the tape deck. “I wanted to play a song for you. Tell me what you think of it when it’s done.” Dom nodded and listened as the song started.

The groove was tight and the music that surrounded it was warm and hypnotic. Dom closed her eyes, smiled and reached for Terry’s hand. She wrapped it in hers and put it in her lap as she sat back and enjoyed the music.

After a while, the car came to a stop.

Dom opened her eyes and asked, “Where are we?”

“Country Club Hills.” Terry answered. “This is Community Park.”

They got out of the car and looked around. The park was situated near the I-80/90 expressway and stretched from Cicero Avenue on one end to 183^rd St, roughly three or four miles, and had a miniature golf course, a baseball field, a roofed picnic area and a walking trail that encircled the entire park.

“This is nice.” Dom said. “How did you find this place?”

“By accident. I was going to Lincoln Mall and made a wrong turn. After that, I started coming out here just to relax and think.” Terry smiled. “It’s quiet even with the expressway a short distance away.”

“Yeah it is.”

“C’mon. Let’s take a walk.”

They walked along the trail, towards the picnic area. Terry took Dom’s hand as they walked.

“Is it safe out here?” she asked.

“Sure,” Terry replied. “It’s a wide open space so we’ll see anybody coming towards us and the police tend usually drive past pretty regularly.” They got to the picnic area and sat down on a table. “What did you think of the song?”

“Dom smiled. “It was beautiful. The guitars and keyboards…it was absolutely beautiful.”

“Well, since I wrote it for you, I can assume I did my job.”

“That was for me?” Dom enveloped Terry in a hug, gave him a kiss and said, “Thank you, baby.”

“You’re welcome.”

“How long did it take you to write that?”

“About a week.” He replied. “Remember when I about broke my neck recording some guitar in rehearsal last week?”

“Yeah,” Dom grinned. “Thought you’d lost your mind.”

“Nope. The Muse finally hit me and I didn’t want to lose it.”

“I see.”

Terry looked at her. “I call it ‘Angel’.”

Dom smiled. “So, I’m your angel, am I?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Well…” Dom said as she moved closer to him. “…Can your angel have a kiss?”

Terry answered her by pressing his lips against hers. It started small, but soon grew into a passionate dance of tongues and lips. He reached out to Dom and drew her closer, trying to meld the two of them into one.

Terry removed Dom’s shirt and caressed her breasts and suckled her nipples through her bra. In a deft movement, her removed it and made her sigh and moan.

Dom’s hands were just as busy. She worked a hand under his shirt, rubbing and pinching his nipples and teasing the whole, hard length of him through his jeans. She felt herself smile when Terry’s breath caught in his throat.

“Do you have any jimmies?” Dom whispered in his ear.

He was about to say yes, but he remembered he forgot to put a condom in his wallet. “Dammit. No.”

Dom sighed a harsh breath. “How you gonna get me started if you can’t finish?”

Dom was about to get up when she felt Terry push her back.

“What are you…?”

He grinned and asked, “Do you trust me?”

“I ain’t doin’ no rhythm method…”

“And I’m not asking you to.” Terry slipped Dom’s pants down to her knees along with her panties. The night air was cool against her nether regions and she was about to jump off the table when she felt Terry put his jacket underneath her and press his lips against the lips between her thighs.

“Oh my God!” she gasped. Terry began to lick, kiss and suck Dom along a river of sensation that traveled from her center to every nerve ending in her body. Her sighs and moans grew louder as Terry sent her to the edge and brought her screaming over it.

Dom opened her eyes and slowly came back down to earth. She felt movement beside her and smiled as Terry lay next to her and cradled her still shivering form to him. She sought his lips and tasted herself as they kissed.

“You like?” he asked.

“Mmm, yes.”

Terry looked towards the road. His eyes widened as he said, “Whoops. Better get decent. I see cops.”

“Oh, damn.” Dom spat as she pulled her pants back up. The police car parked next to Terry’s car and shined a spotlight on them.

“The park is closed.” The officer said. His voice was amplified and rendered metallic by the bull horn. “You folks are gonna have to leave.”

“Okay, we’re leaving now!” Terry said as he led Dom back to his car. They got in and drove away. They started laughing soon after that.

“Oh my God, I don’t believe we just did that.” Dom yelled.

Terry grinned like a Cheshire cat. “Well, I do. You’re very sweet by the way.”

“Shut up.”

“No, really.”

“Shut up. Not another word.” Dom did take his hand and put it in her lap though. She watched him as he drove and felt her stomach grow warm and a tingling sensation further down. She rested a hand on Terry’s thigh and started trailing her hand up and down the length of it. She grinned as she got the desired reaction and heard Terry’s breathing deepen.

“What’re you up to?” Terry asked.

“You’ll see.” Dom said with a wicked grin of her own. “Don’t crash the car.”

She teased, tortured and pleased him with her hands and finally brought him to a spurting finish with her mouth. He did manage to not wreck the car.

“Oh, my God.” Terry breathed. He pulled up to Dom’s house and slumped back in the seat.

“I’m guessing you liked that.” Dom smiled.

“Yeah.”

“Good.” She said and kissed him. “Come on, walk me to my door. We do have to get up in the morning.”

“I know, I know.” Terry groused. He grabbed the tape out of the deck and put it in an empty case. Terry opened the door for her and walked Dom to her door. He pressed the tape into her hand.

“Oh,no. I don’t wanna take your only copy.”

“The original’s at home, Dom, and besides, it’s your song. You should have a copy of it.” She smiled and put the tape in her pocket.

“See you tomorrow?” she asked.

“You bet.” Terry said. His gaze lingered on Dom for a few moments, absorbing the way the light fell on her face and how, even in the half-light, her eyes sparkled.

“What’s up?” she asked.

Terry’s brow knit in thought for a moment; then he said, “I’m usually really tight-lipped about how I feel. My music says it best most of the time. I wasn’t gonna say anything, ‘cuz I’m afraid of flubbing the words, but, Dom, I think about you all the time. When I see you I feel so happy, my heart just wants to burst outta my chest and fly around the room.

“I’m not some rich guy. I’m a struggling musician who’s a paycheck away from poverty, but I’ll treat you well and cherish you like no one else ever could.”

Dom stared at him, completely dumbfounded.

“Uh…now would be a good time to say something.” Terry offered nervously. In answer, Dom enveloped him in a hug and kissed him deeply. Terry breathed a sigh of relief when their lips finally parted.

“I feel the same way. I miss you when you’re gone and can’t wait to see you again. I’m in this, Terry. You’re not alone. I’m in this.”

“Good to know.”

“Good. Now, let me get in the house before we get started up all over again.”

“All right.”

 Dom kissed him on the cheek and let herself in. “See you in a little while?”

“Yeppers.”

They kissed quickly and Terry got into his car and drove way. Dom watched him go and went straight to bed. As she lay there, she popped her song into her Walkman and let Terry’s musical vision of her lull her to sleep. 

(c)2014 Courtney & W.L. Sherrod