Elisa’s Adventures: Chapter 1

By Inspire

Elisa Francois is a fiery young woman with high standards. She loves men, and she loves sex--but she won't let a man into her heart without a fight. True, her professional life isn't much to talk about, but her personal life is hot and steamy with a touch of drama.

Elisa is a woman as fierce as Olivia Pope on Scandal, with a love life as complicated as Mary Jane Paul on Being Mary Jane. Elisa's Adventures is a story for fans of both shows. The first book in a series that follows Elisa, her friends, and her family through their misadventures of life and love. There is much more to come!

Filled with humor, romance, conflict, and the accidental discovery of true love, this is a story of mixed up, messy romance as one strong woman navigates her way through sexy interludes on the twisted path to finding herself.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Archway Publishing
• Release date: Oct 11, 2019
• ISBN: 9781480882614

Inspire

Inspire is a native of the Metro New Orleans area known as the Westbank. While pursuing her college degree, she found time to nurture her love for writing and passion for storytelling. She invented characters and allowed them to take up space in her head, now giving them life.

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Library of Congress Control Number: 2019914188

Archway Publishing rev. date: 10/2/2019

Contents

Elisa

Gregory

Elisa

Damian

Elisa

Damian

Gregory

Elisa

Elisa

Damian

Elisa

Renee

Damian

Renee

Elisa

Renee

Elisa

Simone

Renee

Elisa

Simone

Elisa

Damian

Elisa

Simone

Renee

Elisa

Simone

Elisa

Simone

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Elisa

I can’t believe this, I shout to myself as I pace in my living room. Tony is late again. I’m freaking starving, and now we don’t have time to get something to eat before the concert starts. If I miss D’Angelo, I’m gonna kill Tony.

Moments later, I hear a horn outside. Finally, Tony remembered where the heck he’s supposed to be.

Sorry I’m late, bae, Tony says as I walk toward his car. Had to get the whip ready for you.

I glare at him as I get into his car. It is in immaculate condition. Whoever detailed it did a really nice job. I guess I should be grateful that he went through all this trouble for me. My mood lightens up some but just a bit, because I’m still hungry.

What are we gonna do about dinner? I ask him.

My bad. I underestimated how busy the car wash would be today. I guess we’ll just have to grab something when we get inside the Superdome.

I guess that’ll have to do then, I say dryly.

We’re silent for the remainder of the ride. When we get off the interstate and make our way to my office building—where we can park for free—Tony breaks the silence. You are looking very nice, by the way.

Thank you. Your swag is on point too, I reply as he helps me out of the car.

Thank you for rolling with me tonight, he says. I know you had wanted it to be girls’ night out. I’m glad that you put your man first for a change.

My man? Is he serious? He could never be my man for real. The only reason he’s here tonight is because he threw a damn temper tantrum when I told him that Simone and I were going to Essence Fest tonight. He acted like a complete idiot until I finally conceded and told him I’d go with him instead of her.

Once inside the dome, we are escorted to our seats. Tony goes to a concession stand and pays forty dollars for two plates of jambalaya and fried catfish strips, a bottle of water for me, and a cup of beer for himself. We could’ve enjoyed a nice sit-down dinner at a restaurant for the same forty dollars, had he arrived on time.

I have to admit that I enjoyed myself at the concert. Tony and I took lots of pictures together as well as with the celebrities on the floor. Every act on the main stage and in the super lounges that we saw did an outstanding job. Tony is all over me, and it’s getting me a little excited.

After we leave the dome, Tony is hungry again. It is almost 1:00 a.m., so that’s about right. We go to IHOP in Metairie and grab some late-night breakfast. Turns out we aren’t the only ones with that idea because the restaurant is very busy. It takes a while to get our food, but it is good, so we don’t complain. Tony has that look in his eye, so I know exactly what he wants to eat next.

As soon as we get back to my place, we go directly to my bedroom. Tony kneels in front of me, unbuttons and then lowers my shorts to my knees. I lean against the wall, so Tony can spread my legs apart. He uses his tongue to tease my clitoris through my thong. I step out of my shorts but leave on the thong because he seems to have no problem working around it.

Tony is giving me the most sensual oral sex through the thin layer of silk. My right leg rests on his shoulder, and both my hands hold his head for balance. I am ready for him to screw my brains out now. Just as I lower my leg so I can finish undressing, his goddamn phone vibrates. Who in the hell is texting him at three o’clock in the damn morning?

Tony tries to play it off as if he suddenly went deaf and can’t hear his phone buzzing. Are you gonna read that message? I ask him, clearly annoyed.

I know who it is, and I don’t want that drama tonight, Tony says as he tries to resume oral sex with me. He has got to be joking. Kitty dried up the moment the phone buzzed.

Who is trying to cause drama? I ask. And what kind of drama can they cause with you at this late hour, Tony?

Before Tony can reply, his phone vibrates again. But he’s getting a call this time, not a text message. Tony grabs his phone from my dresser and runs out of my bedroom and down the stairs. Does this fool seriously think he’s going to have a conversation with another woman in my house?

I calmly walk to my bathroom, remove my shirt and this sticky thong, and slip on my robe. This night is clearly over. I will take a shower after I deal with this dumbass dude.

Tony returns to the bedroom. I’m sorry ’bout that. I’m caught up in a little situation that I’m trying to work out. Don’t worry, though, bae. It’ll be over soon, and I’ll be free to be all yours. He’s talking to me but unable to make eye contact with me.

Tony, in what world does a woman like me sit and wait for someone like you to work some shit out with another woman? If you’ve got to run out of the room every time she hits you up, then run your ass to her house right now. Please don’t let me stop you. This shit is done. We’re just fucking; this is nothing serious. Now you’ve ruined that, so you can leave.

Someone like me? Tony asks. I guess he’s insulted. It’s like that, huh? I’m good enough to fuck you but not good enough to fuck with you? That’s some straight-up bullshit, but I should expect your bougie ass to say some shit like that!

No, Tony, what’s straight-up bullshit is that another woman was calling and texting you while your tongue was in my pussy. And you’re standing there, acting like I did something to you. You look so stupid right now. Can you please leave my house right now, before I throw you out myself?

Tony looks at me with disgust. You know something, Elisa? I really liked your ass. I thought you felt the same way, but I see I was wrong. And I’m not stupid. Don’t call me stupid. You run around like you’re better than me, but I’ve been dicking you down for the past three months, so I must be doing something right. And all it took was me getting your number from my cousin.

I burst into laughter. "Boy, you really are slow, aren’t you? Have I ever been to your apartment? Have you ever been anywhere with me other than tonight? You only made it to Essence with me because you damn near cried to go. When we met at your grandmother’s party, I told Simone to give you my number. You didn’t initiate this, fool. I did. I wanted to fuck you, and I have been fucking you for three months, not the other way around. I chose you, Tony, so don’t get it twisted. This was cute, but it’s over now. You know where the door is."

Tony looks a little hurt as he reflects on my words. He must have honestly thought I was catching feelings and he could play me and that other chick. Bless his heart. I follow him down the stairs and lock my door behind him. Not the way I planned to end things with him, but I’m glad it’s over and done with. I return to my bathroom, disrobe, and take a quick shower. I’m pissed off about not getting any sex tonight, but I’ll sleep it off.

I wake up around 9:00 a.m. to a text message from Renee, trying to confirm tonight’s Essence Festival plans. I reply and let her know we’re still on. I ask her to invite her life partner, Charlene, because Simone works tonight and won’t be able to use the ticket I bought for her. After about ten minutes, Renee lets me know that both she and Charlene will attend the concert with me. I’m so glad Renee is coming up for some air. She’s working on her doctorate and took on a full course load this summer, so I hardly see my best friend anymore.

I lie around in my bed all day watching television, which is something I rarely do. I find myself binge watching episodes of Breaking Bad, and I’m hooked. Before I realize it, I’ve spent the entire day in my bed watching Walt and Jesse cook crystal meth. It’s now 5:00 p.m. I hate to get up, but I’ve got to get dressed so I can meet Renee and Charlene. I haven’t even eaten anything all day because I didn’t want to leave the TV long enough to go downstairs to the kitchen.

When I get to Renee and Charlene’s house, I park my car and ride in Renee’s Cadillac Escalade. It’s a lot roomier than my Jag, although my car is newer. Thankfully, they haven’t eaten yet either, so we go to Zea’s on Saint Charles Avenue and have dinner.

We make it to the Superdome just in time to see Ledisi performing. Next up is Kevin Hart. I find him a little corny, but he has his funny moments. Mary J. Blige closes out the show, and the queen does her thing. Right before she’s done performing, I make a mad dash to the ladies’ room in an effort to beat the crowd. No such luck; the line is out the door.

When I come out of the restroom almost twenty minutes later, a man is standing there. What’s up, ma? he says. Damn, he has a gorgeous smile.

What’s up with you? I ask in response.

What’s your name, beautiful? he says.

Elisa, I reply.

It’s a pleasure to meet you, Elisa. I’m Damian, he says. So, are you married or have anybody special in your life?

No, I say. To both. Not married and don’t have a special someone at this time.

Good to know, he says. So, can I have your number?

I see Renee and Charlene in the background, waiting patiently but clearly tired, so I quickly exchange numbers with Damian, and the four of us exit the dome together.

The next morning, I’m trying to find any excuse not to get my behind up and go to church, but I promised my mother I’d go with her, so I drag my half-dead ass out of bed and go. After service, I take her to lunch. I’m in the mood for lobster, so we go to Drago’s in Bucktown because there’s no way I’m going anywhere near downtown right now. Just as our food arrives, Damian calls. I tell him I’m enjoying a wonderful meal with my beautiful mother, so he asks me to describe what I’m eating in full detail. I promise to call him later, if he’ll allow me to finish eating and visiting with my mama, and we end the call.

A while later, just as she and I are getting up to leave, Damian walks into the restaurant. Wow. It’s rude of him to interrupt our mother-daughter time. Wait a minute, I think to myself. The man may not even be here to see me. When we get to the door, he confirms that he is in fact, here for me.

What’s up, ma? Damian greets me at the door. I promise I’m not a stalker, but when you described how good your lunch was, I had to come try it for myself. Would you mind sitting with me while I eat?

Before I can even answer, he turns to my mom and says, I’m sorry, ma’am. I just met your beautiful daughter last night, but I thought about her all day and couldn’t wait to see her again.

My mama, who is constantly stressing me about getting married and giving her grandbabies, can’t stop blushing and staring into Damian’s eyes. Valeria François, my mom says as she extends her hand to him. It’s very lovely to meet you, young man.

Damian takes her hand and kisses it. And it’s an honor to meet you, Mrs. François. I’m Damian Hall.

My mom tells Damian he’s very handsome, but he’d better get me home safely if he wants to stay that way. Then she turns to me and requests my car keys, so she can drive herself home.

I look at him. Really look at him. Beyond his brilliantly white smile and perfectly straight teeth, Mom is right—Damian is very handsome. I hadn’t been able to see past his smile last night. Now that it seems I am staying with this good-looking stranger, I hand over the keys to my brand-new Jaguar XK convertible to my mother—who is a terrible driver, by the way. He had better be worth what she is going to do to my brakes and my transmission!

As we take our seats, Damian pulls out my chair for me. He orders the exact meal I had, and I order a dessert, even though I’m stuffed. While getting to know each other, Damian reveals that he owns his own home-remodeling business. I tell him that I’m a finance manager and I have been with my employer for seven years, ever since I attained my MBA in accounting from Loyola.

I tell him my thirty-second birthday is tomorrow, July 9, and he shares that his birthday is July 26, and he will be turning thirty-five. He is divorced and has no children. His parents are divorced, and his mother lives in Jackson, Mississippi. His father, Damian Sr., lives on the north shore, in Madisonville. He just met my mother, so I share that she is a widow after my father died in a car accident in 2008.

After he’s done eating, Damian drives me to the Westbank to retrieve my car from my mother’s house. I invite him to follow me to my condo in Kenner because I am enjoying his company. Once inside, we sit and talk for a while and then watch Just Wright in my family room. Toward the end of the movie, Damian kisses me. I return his kiss, and next thing you know, his hands are all over my ass, and he’s tugging on my dress.

I lift myself up so he can grab enough material to pull the dress over my head. I pull his shirt out of his jeans, remove it, and loosen his belt.

Please tell me that you have condoms, I say as I continue to undress him.

Condom. Singular, not plural, he replies.

Well, we may have a slight problem then, because that won’t be enough to last us all night, I say with a little pout.

One will be plenty for tonight, ma. You will not be disappointed, I promise. And if that’s your way of inviting me to spend the night, I accept. But I do have to get up early for work, he says in a whispered tone as he nibbles on my earlobe.

Come take a shower with me, I say as I lead him upstairs to my room.

Once in the shower, we lather each other up, and once all the soap is rinsed away, Damian sucks gently on my breasts. He has me pinned against the wall of the shower, but it’s hot and steamy in here, so I grab his ears and pull him up to my face and kiss him deeply as we step out of the shower and onto the rug.

I grab two towels, and we begin to dry each other off. Once Damian touches my sweet spot with the towel, he drops to one knee and starts to pleasure me with his tongue. I lean against the vanity while his tongue glides over my clit. I’m getting weak in the knees as he expertly plays inside me with his fingers. Two, then three of his long, thick fingers slide in and out of me.

Damian uses his massive arms to pick me up and carry me into the bedroom. My large California king-size bed receives his tall, muscular frame with ease. He drops me on my belly and spreads my ass cheeks open with his huge hands. He rubs himself between my cheeks until he’s fully erect and then lowers his body, so he can lick down there. His wet tongue runs back and forth from my clitoris to the small of my back. His tongue glides in and around my cheeks until he sees my juices flowing out of me.

His tongue feels good as it touches my hot flesh. He flips me over and then put his long, thick penis in my face and rubs it across my lips a couple of times. He pushes into my mouth slightly, so I open wide enough to receive as much of it as I can handle. It’s so long that he’s choking me and still isn’t all the way in my mouth.

I use both hands to stroke his cock as I suck it slowly, nibbling and biting on the head and licking throbbing veins on the sides. After a few moments, Damian pulls himself out of my mouth, takes a position between my thighs, and slips on the condom. He then rubs the tip of his head against my throbbing clit before wrapping my arms around his neck and slowly gliding into me. He is meticulous with his lovemaking, entering me a little at the time, ensuring that I get a true picture of just how much dick he’s working with.

He whispers that he’d seen me several times at the concert last night but never imagined getting the chance to make love to me. Especially not this soon.

Oh shit, the concert! It’s just dawned on me that I have tickets for tonight’s concert. I glance at the clock on my nightstand. I’m supposed to be picking Simone up about now. I whisper to Damian that as much as I am enjoying having sex with him, I have someplace I’m supposed to be.

He stops his strokes long enough to stare into my eyes. He says, Really, ma? Are you fucking kidding me right now? You mean to tell me, you gon’ stop me in the middle of me stroking this pussy to go to some bullshit concert?

I’m a little taken aback by how rough he’s talking to me, but I did stop him literally in midstride.

What do you want me to do with this, Elisa? Damian asks as he holds his large, now soft penis in his hand.

I don’t say anything, but in response, I kiss him. I like kissing him. We continue kissing like a couple of familiar lovers. It isn’t long before he is fully erect again. He reenters me and resumes his slow, methodical strokes. He speeds up, and I get so wet that I find it difficult to match his rhythm. I squeeze his ass cheeks and wrap my thick legs around his waist. He catches the hint and slows down again. Slow and deep, in a circular motion, just like I like it. I dig my nails into his back and have an incredible orgasm. He responds by relieving himself at the same time. He is biting down hard on my right breast, and I cry out both in pain and pleasure.

As soon as we’re done, I roll off the bed and go take a shower. I don’t know this dude like that, so I will not lie around and let his sex linger on my body. When I return to the bedroom, he is already up and getting dressed. I feel the it’s been fun, but I’ve gotta run line coming. I thought Damian was different since he went through the trouble of hunting me down earlier today, but I guess not.

Before I can react, he says, Pick out your Essence fit, ma. It’s only seven thirty. We have plenty of time to run to my house, so I can get changed. You can get dressed there, and we can roll out.

I smile as I walk over to my closet and grab my clothes and shoes. Of course, it’s already picked out. I switch purses, grab my makeup bag, and we leave.

We get to Damian’s house, and it’s not at all what I expected. He lives in Metairie, so it is just a short ride to his place. Once inside, I compliment him on how nice and tidy his house is. He quickly