The food was out.
Mission accomplished.
Every pan, every dish, everything covered in foil.
Celestine had been cooking in her new crockpot since early that morning; now it’s outside, sitting on the long fold-out table on the porch, ready for whoever danced up an appetite.
Which meant the only thing that was left was the drinks.
“The coolers are around on the right side of the porch,” Celestine said, moving toward the screen door.
Isaiah followed.
One side of the porch was quieter than the other side of the porch and shaded.
Celestine crouched down to flip open the big cooler lid and started pulling out bottles by the twos, placing them under her arm like nothing had happened.
Isaiah without questioning looked and followed her lead.
They were headed back to the other side of the porch and went up the steps.
That’s when she felt it.
A firm, soft pop on her left butt cheek.
She stopped.
She didn’t move or make any sudden gestures.
She just stood there cherishing the moment.
Then she started walking again like nothing happened.
With a smile on her face.
She couldn’t help it, pressing her lips together trying hard to hide that smile.
So she kept her eyes forward, because if she turned around and looked at him right now, it was going to be some sweat dripping along with some other stuff.
Isaiah said nothing.
He looked up at her and followed her up the steps like a man who was ready for some action.
(He knew exactly what he had done and had zero apologies prepared).
They set everything down.
Loretta, OCPD (Obsessive-Compulsive Personality Disorder), had kicked in and she immediately started cleaning and organizing every spoon, fork, glasses and Tupperware from the tallest to the shortest.
Telling Celestine, “Go on, girl, it’s too much work to be done in here I need to get this done.”
Renee was messing with the DJ table, trying to make a song request.
You can tell he was clearly ignoring her.
The yard was still lit, still alive and still going.
Celestine wasn’t needed at this moment.
Isaiah appeared at her elbow.
“Hey,” he said, in a smooth, deep, low voice. Like Barry White, “Where’s your bathroom?”
She looked at him.
He looked back.
“Downstairs,” she said. “This way, I’ll show you. Follow me.”
The house lighting was dim and cool after all that sunshine.
Their footsteps made that soft, deep bass sound on the hardwood.
As they walked to the bathroom, you could hear Uncle Jay talking louder than the music.
Back inside.
She led him downstairs across from the laundry room. She pushed the door open, reached in to flip the light on.
And he grabbed her hand.
She turned.
And Isaiah pulled her in.
The door closed shut behind them.
He didn’t rush anything. He looked at her in her eyes and then kissed her neck first.
Slowly kissing like he was reading something written on her skin.
Celestine’s hand went to the wall. Then to his shoulder. She tilted her head, saying:
“What about this side?”
Then worked his way to that side and then down slowly. Moving past her collarbone.
He kissed that soft place just above where her silk lingerie top began.
Pulling down her top down kissing her breasts one by one.
Continuing going lower stopped looked back up a Celestine while kissing her stomach.
She looks down into Isaiah eyes as he continues to go lower until he was on his knees kissing her waist to her upper thigh.
Celestine’s put her hand over her mouth to keep quiet.
He could feel the wetness on his lips.
From the way her body was answering to his every touch.
With her hand over her mouth she lets out Ohh!, lord!
Celestine had not been touched like this in along time.
Their session was a little longer than she expected but decent to admit.
It was long enough for her to loosen up one of her knee cracked alongside everything else.
Her hands on top of his head.
Then the uncontrollable outburst was at the same time some outside screamed they found the golden egg.
YES!……YES! I got the egg… (screaming)I got the Golden egg.
She couldn’t move.
The Easter egg hunt continued without its host.
Thirty or Forty-something grown people tore up the food and damn near two and a half acres of country land.
They dove in bushes, made false allegations, found the Hennessy, ate all the edibles candy that were shaped like private parts.
And not one of them noticed that Celestine wasn’t present. For the first time all evening.
Isaiah continued to took his time.
And Celestine let him.
To be continued…