by Zane
I loved the way he would gaze into my eyes whenever we were in a face-to-face position. And when I could not see him, he would always whisper sweet nothings in my ear or caress my shoulders while he fucked me with much intensity from behind. He had shown me all those positions that he mentioned that first day in his office and then some. What was really silly—and I guess showed my age—was that often a streak of jealousy would overcome me when he worked me over with such expertise. I often wondered who else he had done such things with. His wife? Or tons of women? It should not have mattered, I realized, because he was with me now. Even if it turned out to be a temporary thing, I would have been pleased if I could only be with him for my last year in college.
But then the craziest thing happened. He asked me a question.
“So, if we get married, how many kids do you want?”
I was sitting at his kitchen counter, finishing up a class assignment on my laptop, when he said it. He was sautéeing some shrimp, chicken and vegetables in a wok. Kevin was this incredible cook.
I looked up at him for a few seconds and then continued to type.
“Aren’t you going to answer me?”
“Are your sons tall?” I asked, instead of answering.
“What?”
“Are your sons tall? I’ve never asked you that. I’ve seen their baby pictures but you don’t have any current ones around the house.”
Kevin looked irritated. “Yes, my sons are tall. Geechi is six-five and Decha is six-seven.”
“Wow! I would hate to be a man with a Napoleon complex when the three of you walk into a room.”
Kevin chuckled and finished up the food, unplugging the wok and taking two plates out of the cabinet. As he distributed the great-smelling concoction evenly, he said, “I guess that made you uneasy. My question.”
“No, not at all. You kind of took me off guard.” I took a sip of the Chardonnay that I had grown used to drinking over his house. “I’ve never really given much thought to having kids. I do want them…someday. I need to get my career together first. Hell, I need to get my degree first.” I got up from the stool and walked over to him, placing my hands around his waist. My head only came to the middle of his shoulder blades so I buried my nose into his back. His Issey Miyake cologne invaded my senses and I wanted to lick him all over like a lollipop. “Do you have any idea how much I love sucking your big, juicy dick, Kevin?”
He grabbed my left hand and lifted it to his mouth, kissing the tips of my fingers gently. “No, but tell me. Tell me how much you love sucking my dick.”
“I could suck your dick for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I could suck it for a midnight snack, to get rid of a toothache, to cure a headache. There is something magical about your dick.”
“Magical?” He turned, looked down at me, and blushed.
“Yes, you know, magic is technically any type of human ability to predict or control the natural world, such as people, events, and objects.”
“Is that right, Faith?”
“Yes.” I started rubbing him to hardness through his pants. “Since you control me with your dick, then you must be practicing some sort of sorcery on me or something.”
He stunned me by pushing me away from him slightly. “Is my dick really the only thing you’re interested in? If all you want is a fuck partner, or a cut buddy like the younger generation calls it, I’m not interested.”
“I’m sorry, Kevin. I didn’t mean to come off that way,” I said apologetically. “I thought that was all I was to you…until you asked me about kids.”
“What would make you think that, considering how much time we spend together?”
I shrugged. “Assumptions. The way that I came onto you in your office and started gulping down your dick in less than five minutes. I never thought you would take me seriously.”
“Well, I take what we are doing very seriously.” He pulled me back to him, leaned down, and kissed me passionately, then added, “You make me feel very special. You make me feel like the man that I’ve always wanted to be.”
I was blown away. “In what way?”
“In, oh, so many ways.” He gazed into my eyes and caressed the back of my neck. “Even though I’ve had my share of women, I can’t lie about that, you have brought something alive in me that no one else has. Sometimes, it even frightens me.”
I slapped him playfully on the chest. “Big men like you don’t get frightened.”
“A man’s height doesn’t determine the size of his heart. Some men my size don’t even have a heart, and some men your size have gigantic ones.”
“Never thought of it that way.”
“My heart is filled with so much emotion right now.”
At that very moment, I was ready to do practically anything for Kevin. There was something about him, from the first second that I laid eyes on him. To top it all off, he had the nerve to not only be fine, but kindhearted, sensual, and now apparently capable of deep feelings.
“I tell you what,” I said to him. “Why don’t we heat up the dinner a little bit later so we can have a quick appetizer in the bedroom first?”
He flashed that sexy-ass grin of his again. “Why the bedroom?”
I giggled. “Why indeed.”
We started working each other’s clothes off and before the Will Downing CD had slipped over to the next track, Kevin was seated on one of the dining room chairs with a Headstrong condom on and I was facing away from him, giving him a good old-fashioned lap dance with his dick buried inside of me.
“You feel so damn good!” I exclaimed.
He grabbed me by the shoulders and kissed the middle of my spine as we ground our way into a frenzy. We both exploded and I collapsed back onto his strong chest.
“Faith, I think I love you,” he whispered in my ear. Before I could respond, he said, “Shh, don’t say anything. I don’t want you to say something you don’t mean.”
“But…”
“But nothing. Rarely do two people reach the same point at the same time. I am confident that you’ll get there. I can wait.”
I climbed off of him and stood. He started suckling on my breasts as he remained in the chair. I ran my fingers through his dreads.
“Kevin, my sister and I have to go home in a couple of days for Thanksgiving but when I get back, I’d really like for us to sit down and have a serious conversation about this thing that we’re doing.”
He kept nipping hungrily at my breasts. That shit turned me on so much.
“Do you hear me, Kevin?”
“I hear you, baby.” He looked me in the eyes. “I hear you and I agree. But will I see you again before you leave?”
“It would have to be a quickie.”
He reached around with both hands and grabbed my ass cheeks. “I love a quickie every now and then.”
“The way you’re devouring my breasts, I think it’s time to eat dinner.”
We both fell out laughing and spent the rest of the evening lying naked on his living room floor, eating dinner and enjoying each other’s bodies.
HOPE
“Raheem, I really can’t see you tonight.” I was walking across campus, trying to get away from the fool. “I have plans.”
“Oh, come on, Hope.” He grabbed my elbow and spun me around, almost causing me to drop my stack of books. Faith was right about Raheem. He was not a gentleman at all. He never offered to carry my books for me. “Break a brother off with a little something-something before we all head home for Thanksgiving.”
“How many times do I have to tell you that I am not available tonight?”
“Call that other Negro and tell him you’re going to be with a real man.”
I smirked. “What makes you assume this has anything to do with another dude? My sister and I have to take care of something before we drive to Atlanta. It’s as simple as fucking that.” I started walking away from him. “Stop pressuring me. We don’t even get down like that. Friends with benefits doesn’t mean you get to control my
ass.”
“No, but I love your ass control,” he said, trying to make a joke.
“I bet you do.”
He grabbed me from behind, irritating me even more. “I love what you do with your ass, your pussy, and for damn sure, your mouth.”
I was tempted to blurt out, “That’s why they call me Soror Lick ’em Low,” but I couldn’t. Sometimes I hated having to be so secretive about Alpha Phi Fuckem.
Instead, I smacked my lips and pushed him off of me. “Don’t you have class clear across campus in ten minutes?” I asked him.
“Yeah,” Raheem replied, “but I’d rather take you to class, in my dorm room. I have something I want to teach you.”
“You start skipping class and your grades will drop, and there goes your football scholarship. Even my bomb-ass pussy isn’t worth all that. My pussy isn’t going to pay your bills after graduation.”
Raheem chuckled. “You know, sometimes you make a lot of sense, Hope.”
“Shit, I make sense all the time.” I gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Now go to class and stop acting like my man. We’ll work something out next week, when we both get back.”
“I’m going to hold you to that shit, baby.”
He finally started walking off; thank goodness. I liked fucking. No, I loved fucking, but I was not trying to be in love. That shit was for the birds. Even at such a young age, I had already determined that most men were full of shit and only out for sex. The days of giving real love and having it reciprocated were over.
I was standing there, shaking my head and thinking about how most women have accepted the fact that they are going to share dick for the rest of their lives, when a black Mercedes pulled up beside me on the curb. Not just any black Mercedes though. HIS black Mercedes.
He rolled down the passenger side window. “Get in, Faith.”
“I…I…” I could not get more than that out.
He started looking around in all directions. “Hurry up, before someone sees us.”
My mind was going in one direction but my feet started moving toward his car. He reached over with his long arm and pushed the door open. Once I had climbed in, he rolled the window back up and took off from the curb with a jerk.
“Put your seatbelt on,” he instructed me. “Can’t have anything happen to my precious cargo.”
He grinned at me and started rubbing my thigh. I had on winter tights and a skirt with a sweater.
“Where are we going?” I asked, recognizing that I had less than zero business in his vehicle.
“I know you said that we’d have to have a quickie if I saw you before you left, but we can’t do it here. If Mr. Jones saw us, I might get fired.”
When he mentioned the vice president of the university and used the word “fired,” things came together quickly. He worked at Crockett University, and Faith was fucking him! That was so against her rules. No wonder she had never mentioned it to me. She was constantly riding me about steering away from men at school, but she had taken her shit to another level. Slick ass!
“So where are we going?” I asked again.
“A friend of mine has a spot about a mile away. He left me the key. We can be in and out in an hour.”
“Oh,” was my only response.
“I’m surprised to see you. I thought you had class.”
Faith was indeed in class. “The teacher cancelled. Family emergency.”
He laughed. “More like wanting to take an extra day or two off for the holiday, more than likely. I’m not sure who is slicker around here. The students or the staff.”
“True.”
Now a normal person would have told him the truth. That I was really Hope and that he had made a mistake. I had gotten away with fucking him the first time and that should have taught me a lesson. Plus, it was an honest misunderstanding. This time I was about to do something downright dirty—nasty and skank even. Even during freak nights with our sorors, Faith and I never fucked the same men. There was a silent code of ethics between my twin and me.
But there was something about this man—whose name I did not even know—whose dick I had craved since the last time it had been buried inside of me—that made my common sense evaporate. I wanted to fuck him again, but I did not want to get caught.
“I need to be back by seven,” I said. “I need to go somewhere.”
“You told me that already.” He moved his hand further up my thigh, closer to my flaming hot pussy. “I’ll have you back way beforehand. I promise. It will be quick, but good.”
“It’s always good,” I said, settling into the role of Faith and acting like I fucked the man on the regular. “You know how to work magic all over my body.”
He turned serious on me. I could hear it in his voice. “I meant what I said the other day. I would really like to take this relationship further. I hope that I didn’t scare you when I asked if you wanted kids.”
Damn! It’s like that! I thought to myself. Get out of the car, Hope! Get out right now!
When I did not respond, he added, “I’m not ashamed of our relationship. You’re not a minor and while some people might have an issue with it, that’s on them. Sure, we can’t fuck in my office anymore because they would get rid of me; CFO or not. But that has nothing to do with the way I feel for you.”
So he was the chief financial officer. I remembered that the position had been open during the second half of our junior year. Something about misappropriation of funds or possible embezzlement. I rarely made it over to the administration building for any reason, so that explained why I had never seen him. Hell, I did not even know how Faith could have met him. Obviously, she had seen the inside of his office because he said they couldn’t fuck in there anymore.
“Faith?”
“I’m sorry,” I said, snapping out of my trance and gazing into his eyes. “I was thinking about something.”
“About me?” He lifted my left hand to his mouth and kissed it. “About us?”
“Yes, about us.”
I shifted toward him and was about to come clean when he suddenly announced, “Here we are. He lives on the second floor.”
He parallel parked and within seconds was opening the door on my side. He took me by the hand and led me to the front of the building. Once inside, we walked up the steps to the second floor and stopped in front of apartment 2-D. There was a key on top of the doorframe.
“My man,” he said. “Howard never lets a brother down.”
My mind went into overdrive. Was he using this Howard’s apartment as some sort of love nest near campus? Did he bring a bunch of coeds over here for easy access during the workday? Was he playing my sister?
It seems crazy, looking back at it. For me to be worried about what he was doing when I was the one about to fuck my twin’s man—for the second time.
“Come on in.” He walked inside and turned on a lamp since the shades were drawn. “Make yourself at home.”
“Thanks.” I shut the door behind me and stood in the foyer. “You know, maybe we should get back. This isn’t such a good idea.”
He sat down on the sofa and stared at me, as I remained halfway in the shadows. “What isn’t such a good idea? Making love?”
“Your friend might come home.”
“No, he’s not coming home until tonight. He’s in Virginia Beach on business.” He started rubbing his crotch and licking his lips. “He left the key. He knows we’re here.”
“But if you thought that I would be tied up in class, why did you even ask him to leave a key?”
“Huh?”
There was a flicker of concern in his eyes.
“Why did you ask for a key if you didn’t expect to see me today? Were you planning on bringing someone else here? Have you brought someone else here before?”
“No, I was not planning on bringing someone else, and no, I have not. I asked for the key because of wishful thinking. You said that we might be able to have a quickie and I wanted to increase the possibility of t
hat. Is that a crime?”
I did not respond.
“Faith, are you okay? You’re not acting like yourself.”
That’s because I’m not Faith!
“I’m fine.” I moved into the living area. “Just a little on edge. It’s not like me to do these types of things. Being in someone else’s place like this.”
“But it is like you to be eaten out inside a club,” he said, then chuckled, referring to what had occurred at Dante’s Peak.
Shit! You should see me in action during a freak night!
“This quickie is turning into a long conversation.” He grinned at me. “Come over here and get your dick.”
Something came over me—and my pussy. “My dick, huh?” I walked over to him, pulling my sweater over my head at the same time. “I like the sound of that.”
“You like the taste of it, too.” His voice seeped with confidence. Faith must have been damn near sucking his dick down to the bone, the way he was grinning. “Get down here and do your thing, girl.”
“Only if you do me, too.” I turned around and lifted my skirt and started wiggling my ass in his face. He slapped me on the buttocks and then started yanking at my tights, trying to pull them down. “Wait, let me take off my boots.”
Before I could even sit down on the sofa good, he was pulling my boots off and then started ripping at my tights with his teeth. He was on an animalistic tip—and I loved it!
Once we were both naked, I climbed on top of him and assumed the position—69, that is—and we went to town on each other. That was my first time sucking his dick but obviously Faith had done it a bunch of times. I was determined to live up to my name—Soror Lick ’em Low. First, I did the Hoover method on him. I closed my mouth around his humongous dick, creating a seal, and then sucked some of the air out of my mouth. I used my tongue as I moved my head up and down, creating the perfect amount of pressure. Over the years I had learned to gauge the exact pressure points to turn a man out. He was losing it as I worked his dick over like the master that I was.