CROSSROADS

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The hot New York sun didn't compare to the heat radiating from Fantasia's body. Her legs were trembling, her softest place moist from anticipation. Taraji was right on the other side of the brown hotel door. Fantasia stared at the golden numbers on the door right above the peep hole, number 1839. She would remember that number for the rest of her life.

Fantasia proceeded to knock, but found herself hesitating, something wasn't right. She turned around, took a deep breath and then set her eyes back on the golden numbers. She couldn't do it yet. Fantasia walked back down the long hallway and stopped in front of the wall-length mirror standing at the end. She stared at her curvaceous body. Her long, black hair, naturally wavy and bouncy, was as flawless as her black mini dress that seemed to cling in all the right places. The black Jimmy Choo platform sling backs adorning her feet added the extra sexy touch that would make any man offer her the moon and the stars. All she wanted was for Taraji to offer her love.

Fantasia's stroll back to 1839 was slow and steady. The butterflies in her stomach seemed to turn to birds fluttering. Her palms began to sweat. The only thing standing in between her and Taraji's arms was that door. Fantasia could hear the TV playing inside the room,
Taraji was definitely there. Lena knew it was now or never. She knocked on the door.

"One second." Taraji looked at the door, wondering who was interrupting her dose of Celeb-reality. She still couldn't believe she had joined the masses in watching Basketball Wives and Real Housewives of Atlanta.
The small black alarm clock on the dresser flashed 9:39
P.M. It couldn't be housekeeping; it was too late.
Taraji rose from the comfortable spot her body had created in the plush hotel bed. The cool breeze hit her; she looked down at her blue and white boxers and sports bra, it definitely wasn't appropriate to open a door in. She stepped into her old basketball sweat pants and put on a white wife-beater.

Taraji peered through the peep hole, but could see nothing. She knew someone's finger was placed over it.
"Who is it?"

Fantasia's heart skipped a beat. "Management." Fantasia lowered her voice, hoping it wouldn't be easily recognizable. Her heart began to pound as she heard the dead bolt. She knew she was about to have a heart attack as the door slowly opened.

Taraji's inner alert system sounded. Something wasn't sitting right with her. Why would management have their finger over the peep hole? Her television wasn't loud, and the room was paid for a week in advance. Taraji paused as a sly smile covered her face.
"You think I'm dumb enough to fall for that, Kenna." Taraji joked as she swung the hotel door open. As the door opened, her expression instantly turned to pure shock.
Fantasia smiled.

Taraji's eyes widened like a deer caught in head-lights. Speechless, Taraji turned her head then turned back, she knew she had to be dreaming.
"You left and I didn't get to say good-bye." Fantasia immediately found herself staring into the woman's big brown eyes. Taraji's muscular biceps protruded as she crossed her arms.

"Sooooooo, you came all the way here just to say good-bye?" Taraji affectionately responded. "Or is there something else you want to say?" Her eyes slanted, still fixated on Fantasia and the dress that was wasn't leaving much to her imagination.

Fantasia's body trembled. She didn't know if the pounding from her heart or the throbbing between her walls was harder. She could feel Taraji peering into her soul, trying to understand what would make her leave the comfort of her beautiful loft in Floria with her superstar husband to stand at her hotel room door. Taraji continued her straight-faced stare. Fantasia felt the walls closing in on her. Things weren't going as planned. She figured she would be in Taraji's arms at first sight.

"I realized that I didn't want to say good-bye. I can't say good-bye because, Taraji, I love you. I know it took me a minute to realize it, but if you will have me, I'm yours." A single tear fell from Fantasia's right eye.
Taraji blinked. She uncrossed her arms, dropping them to her side. Her straight face was emotionless.
Taraji lowered her head, a thousand thoughts running through it. Was she for real? Would she leave again?
What about the baby?

Taraji glanced back at Fantasia. She had never looked so fragile. Fantasia's beauty was breathtaking. Taraji's eyes roamed her excellent physique. Women paid good money to get injections and surgery to have what Fantasia developed naturally. Taraji couldn't speak, even with all of her questions there was only one thing she could think to do.
Taraji, long arms extended, placed her hands on each side of Fantasia's frame. Neither could speak, only short breaths escaped them. Taraji passionately placed her lips against Fantasia's softness, the stickiness of her lipstick binding them like glue. Slowly their lips parted, their tongues eager to meet each other like it was the first time. Fantasia's arms wrapped around Taraji's tall frame, and she could feel the heat between her legs turning into a full-fledged fire.

They made their way into the hotel room without letting go of their fervent embrace. The sound of drama from the TV show in progress faded from their minds. Taraji removed Fantasia's black dress before there was a chance to blink. Fantasia eased her way onto the king-sized bed.

Taraji admired Fantasia's body. There wasn't a flaw in sight. Fantasia's big, brown nipples were protruding through her black lace bra. Taraji took a step forward. She ran her fingers up the sides of each of Fantasia's thighs until reaching her matching black lace thong.

She slowly slid the small piece of soft, Italian lace down Fantasia's legs, revealing her sweetest place. Taraji placed her index finger in Fantasia's soaking wet walls, and smirked.

"Are you sure it belongs to me?" Taraji rubbed Fantasia's clit, causing goose bumps to cover Fantasia's legs and arms.
"Yes, baby, it's-"

"Ladies and gentlemen, we've begun our initial descent into the Charlotte area. We're currently twenty-six miles from the airport and should be touching down in ten minutes."
Fantasia jumped at the flight attendant's announcement. She looked around, noticing her view was not of Taraji's hotel room, but of the back of a seat. Fantasia sighed as she pulled her AirPods out.

"Looks like you were having a good dream."
Fantasia looked over at her neighbor. The older white woman closed the thick Stephen King book she was reading. A warm smile appeared on her face. Fantasia smiled back, feeling comfort from the woman's smile.
"It was a great dream. I didn't snore, did I?" Fantasia whispered.

The woman laughed. "No, you didn't, you were a great neighbor. Much better than the last one I had." The woman placed her book in her blue travel tote. "Is this your final destination?"

Relieved, Fantasia smiled and laid her head back on the seat. "No, I have a layover before making it to where I'm headed."

"Well, I can tell you are anxious to get to your destination. Must be a good man waiting at the gate for you."
Fantasia wanted to laugh, but instead she smiled. She would let the woman think that a man was the reason for her happiness, but she knew the truth.

Her mind drifted back to her dream, causing her body to tingle. In a few hours it would become a reality.