by Elbie Dee
“I knew this day would come,” Ms. Lopez said in her Hispanic accent, after she opened the door to my knock.
“I’m sorry, but Lizel-” I attempted to explain how things in the marriage had become, but she surprisingly knew how I felt without explanation.
“I know. She’s a handful. I don’t blame you,” she interrupted before she bowed her head.
Without knowing what else to say, I walked to the bed of my truck and began pulling Lizelle’s things. Mrs. Lopez allowed me inside, and walked me to Lizelle’s former bedroom to set her things in. I bent over until I was at a compatible height of five-feet with Mrs. Lopez. I reached my arms around her shoulders, and lightly squeezed her fragile body before leaving her house to head back home.
I waited for Lizelle to come home after work that day so I could inform her about my decision. Surprisingly, she never showed so I assumed Mrs. Lopez gave her a heads up. The first time I saw Lizelle again was in divorce court where she tried taking me for everything I owned. Fortunately, the same judge who handled our case was the same one she had in her previous two divorces. He told Lizelle she was a scam artist and he wouldn’t make the mistake of granting her anything of mine. My life was finally over with her, and I never regretted the choice I made. I was more than glad to have her psychotic ass far away from me.
* * *
“Yeah man. I remember the stories about Lizelle but this is different!” Bradson told me after I informed him about the mental issues I faced with her.
“It may be a different story, but it’s the same concept. The girl is not going to stop until Brilese gives in,” I honestly replied. “Why’d you give in anyway?” I asked, as he buried his face into his hands and his legs began to shake.
“I have a problem,” he confessed. “I used to go to therapy for a sex addiction. Since having the kids with Merrisah and trying to fight for Brilese’s love back, I lost time for it.”
“I understand, but self control is important,” I stated.
“I can’t help it! The bitch forced herself on me and my dick thought before my brain! I’m supposed to propose to Brilese tonight! How the fuck can I do that now?” he said with anger after he jumped up from the couch, and used body language to express his emotion.
“Just propose! She can only say one or two things. If shit hits the fan later, then you’ll explain and beg for forgiveness!” I yelled back. I knew he wasn’t trying to disrespect me in any way, but I had to scream back to get him to understand.
The buzzer on the dryer went off after twenty minutes and him and I conversating, and offering the best advice I could. I had never struggled from an addiction of any sort, let alone a sexual one. My advice might not hold anything in his eyes, but I had to do my best since he looked at me like a big brother. My heart began to hurt for him because I knew how much Brilese meant. If she finds out, their relationship will be over for good.
“Alright man. I’m out,” Bradson said, before he walked out the front door after his clothes were back on his body.
“Hey. What’s the chick's name anyway?” I asked. He stopped while he had his left foot on the porch, and his right one still inside. I needed to know just in case she tried coming across me. Obviously, she was stalking the family since she knew where to find Bradson alone. I needed to be made aware if she crossed my path along her revengeful venture.
“Alynn,” he replied before he walked out of the house, and backed out of the driveway in the Lexus.
Alynn. Alynn. Alynn. I thought about the name for the remainder of the day. That name stood out to me, but I didn’t have a clue on where it came from. I searched the contacts on my phone, but the name didn’t come up. Email after email, and there was still no information containing the name. I went through my old mail to see if a letter was sent, but all I found were bills. Finally, after searching my friends on my social media accounts, an idea came to mind that I should have done to begin with. I hit the search button on Facebook, and began to search the results. I tried different spellings of the name until something came across the screen that caught my attention.
“Alynn Russo,” I said aloud before I clicked on the profile. Russo was my minister’s last name, and after finding a picture on the Facebook page… it was confirmed that she was his daughter. My mouth dropped in shock, and my heart began to race in anxiousness. How could I keep this secret away from the man I looked up to for a word from God? I only had a day away until the sermon, and I couldn’t bear to sit in the church with the situation on my conscience.
13
Alynn
After Bradson got a good nut all in my pussy, he realized what he had done. He pushed me out of the front seat of Brilese’s car with my pants and thongs still dropped around my ankles.. I pulled my pants up to my waist after I caught the balance to stand, as I watched Bradson speed from the dead end street.
“Fuck!” I yelled, after I heard my phone fall from my back pocket, and onto the concrete street the second I lifted my mid-waisted jeans over my ass.
I quickly zipped and buckled my pants before leaning over to pick my phone up. I let out a sigh of relief after I activated the screen and didn’t notice a single crack. After typing in the four digit pin, I opened the Uber app and ordered a ride to pick me up and bring me back to my car closer to downtown.
With my car being an older model, it was easy to convince Bradson that it wasn’t starting. Honestly, I thought he would decline giving me a ride to my parents, but it was the only plan I could come up with. I needed to get him alone to be able to truthfully inform Brilese that he wasn’t worth shit. It didn’t bother me a bit to be the guinea pig of the experiment. If things happened just as I planned, then Brilese would eventually forgive me after I explained my purpose. I had to take that chance to get him out of our lives for good. Shockingly, he gave me just what I needed.
“Alynn?” the Uber driver, Yesmin, asked after the 2019 Ford Edge met me at the end of the dead end street.
“Yup!” I confirmed. With my phone in my left hand, I used my right palm to push myself up from where I took a seat on the curb.
After I stood, I opened the back door on the driver’s side. Using the grip handle, I pulled myself into the SUV and closed the door behind me. I grabbed the seatbelt, and locked it in after resting my phone in between my thighs. I turned my head slightly to the left to stare out of the window, and I could think of was my encounter with Bradson.
Brilese’s old stories about her sex life with Bradson always allowed me to envision him having a large package, but I wasn’t expecting it to be nine inches. After his soft kiss against my lips, he allowed me to unbuckle his jeans, and slide his dick out from under his boxers. I knew he noticed my eyes widened as I stared at him, while I tried to get a good grip around his thickness. He bit his bottom lip as I struggled. Once I finally started stroking, his eyes softened and began to roll toward the back of his head.
I was sure his perverted mind was where I needed it to be. I stood on the floorboard in the back seat, and leaned over him until my lips grasped the head of his dick. Slowly, I inserted him into my mouth until I was halfway down. I squeezed my cheeks around him as I moved my way back to the top. As he dick went back and forth down my throat, he reached his hand back to rub across my ass. My speed increased as my pussy grew moist, and my clit was jumping uncontrollably.
“Ecchhh,” I gagged when he pressed my head further onto his dick. It was impossible for me to shove the whole thing down my throat, and figured it was time for him to show my pussy some attention.
He grabbed his dick when his hand grazed off of my ass, when I leaned back to sit on the rear seat. I unbuckled my jeans, and leaned my left shoulder against the leather backrest which caused my right hip to face the ceiling of the car. I grabbed the cufflink to my jeans after I raised my knee, and slid the jeans over my sandal. After I pulled my thigh through, both the pants and thong were scrunched around one of my ankles.
“Just tell me you want it,” I whispered, after
I spread my legs apart while sitting on the right side of the back seat. He looked up from his dick, and glanced his eyes back toward me. He moved his head toward the panel of his door and let his seat back. Once the backrest of his seat touched the leather on the seat beside me, his attention shifted toward my pussy as he watched me caress my labia.
“Give it to me,” he replied, as his speed of masterbation increased once my index and middle fingers made their way inside of my vagina.I slowly pulled my gushy fingers out of my pussy, and put one by one into my mouth to suck the juices off.
I leaned forward until I could replace his hand on the dick with mine, which forced his arm to fall on top of the middle console. I lifted my right hand from his dick and grabbed his shoulder as I gripped the back of the headrest of his seat. His face buried into my chest as I lifted my body, and climbed over the seat until his dick fell in between the crack of my ass. He pulled his knees closer together as I positioned my legs on each side of his body. After he relaxed his legs and mine were secure, I reached behind me to grab his dick and elevated my body enough to let him inside.
“Ohhhh,” I moaned loudly from the pain of his dick inserting, as he watched my facial expressions. I rocked my hips back and forth, and up and down until I was slippery enough to ride the shit out of him. I grabbed each one of his shoulders and began to sway my hips. The motion of him squirming inside of me gave me nothing but a sexual, pleasurable, pain. He was the biggest I ever had, which allowed him to be the only one to fully please me.
“I’m about to nut,” Bradson informed me, after he grabbed each side of my groin area and bounced me on his dick.
“Me too!” I shouted, and within seconds we mutually released.
We both panted as I remained in my position, until his sexual expression quickly turned into a look of anger. He pushed my chest which caused my back to sound the horn. I lost a quick breath from the force he used against me, before he opened the car door. He told me to go to hell and if Brilese found out, then I would be dead. After he pushed my body out of the car and sped off, I smirked when he reminded me of the reason I fucked him to begin with. If his threat held any weight, then I didn’t mind death as a result to fight for the one I really love. Brilese was going to be mine more sooner than later.
* * *
“Right here?” Yesmin asked after he pulled in front of the jewelry store I met Bradson at an hour before. My car was still a few stores forward, but it was the only landmark I could remember.
“Yes. Thank you,” I replied as I took my seatbelt off, and opened the door to exit the vehicle.
Honkkkkk!
My mind was still wrapped around Bradson that I didn’t think twice to look at oncoming traffic since the Uber let me out in the middle of the street. I quickly brought the door toward me to allow the car to pass, and carefully exited the vehicle once traffic was clear. I ran to the other side of the street from the car, and slowed my speed once I reached the sidewalk as I tried catching a good breath of air. Between the burned calories during sex and that twenty second jog, I was exhausted.
Six feet forward and I was finally standing in front of the passenger’s side to my vehicle. I leaned over and rested my palms on my knees, as I took deep breaths trying to pull myself together. I inhaled through the nose and exhaled through the mouth, and could feel the stares of people walking around me. I chuckled, and caressed my thighs as I stood until my knees locked.
“Fuck!” I screamed, as I reached my hands into my pockets. I locked my fucking keys in the car.
I made my way around all four doors and just as I suspected… all of them were locked. I brought my thumbs up to my face and placed them on the pulse under each of my ears, and placed my index fingers over my temples. With my other three fingers on each hand, I lined them with my index finger before I placed my face against the glass, and got a clear view of the inside of my car.
“Ughhh,” I said aloud. I went from being high off of my act of revenge, to irritated as hell.
Thankfully, I made sure I remembered to bring my phone. I reached to my backside, and slid the phone from my back pocket. I unlocked the screen, and opened the call log with only twenty percent battery remaining. The one person I was certain of coming to my rescue was my dad.
Ringgg, ringgg, ring-
“Hi baby girl,” the dial tone was interrupted by the sound of my dad’s voice, and music to my ears.
“Hey Daddy. Is there any way you can bring the spare key? I locked my keys inside of my car,” I honestly asked.
“Sure. In Charlotte?” he asked. Shit! I forgot I was in Rock Hill for a moment, and I hadn’t visited home. He was about to be pissed!
“Actually, I’m in Rock Hill. I just got in town, and was planning to visit you and Mom before this happened,” I lied as a touch of guilt formed upon my heart. If my dad found out I was lying to him with him being a minister, he would be reciting everlasting Bible scriptures for the rest of my life.
“Oh! Ok! Send me the address and I’ll be on my way, baby girl,” he concluded the conversation with excitement in his voice. I was his prize possession, especially since I was my parents only child.
I sent my dad the location through the Family Sharing option on my iPhone, as I walked to get on the sidewalk. Once I stepped on the curb, I leaned my ass against the passenger’s side to my car, and began to scroll through my emails. I deleted most, but kept the ones sent from the school. I have a thing for clearing clutter, and with a few minutes on my hands, it was the perfect time to do it.
Beep!
After ten minutes of the time passing by, I looked to the right and noticed my mom’s Dodge Caravan pulling in the parking spot behind mine. I watched as my dad lifted the gear level upward to place the vehicle into park. Once it was set, the forty-seven year old man eased his way out of the car. He closed the door as he held my spare key in the air, and I tightened my lips together before they widened in embarrassment.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I ran to the driver’s side of my car and tightly hugged my father once the car door was opened.
“Don’t do it again,” he chuckled, before kissing me on the forehead and walking away from my vehicle as I hopped in my driver’s seat.
Click, click, click
“What!” I screamed, and looked back to see if my dad was still behind me.
Luckily, he hadn’t even made it to the van yet when he noticed my car wasn’t starting. He walked back to my vehicle and rested one arm on the top of the door, and the other on my hood. He advised me to try and start the car again, but it only made the same noise. I was only fibbing about my car not working. I never thought I was speaking it into existence.
After fifteen minutes between trying to start the car and my dad under the hood, he told me it was best if I rode home with him. He made a call to one of his old friends who owned a mechanical shop. Fortunately, we wouldn’t have to pay for towing thanks to Roger having a tow truck to help people in times like the one I was experiencing.
Roger confirmed the pick up with my father, and I reached down to the floorboard in the back to pick up my Gucci purse. I slid my phone on the inside pocket, and made sure I kept my master key in hand after pulling it from the ignition. I lifted myself from the seat to step out of the car, and locked up before my dad and I made our way to board the van.
“We’ll go to the shop to wait on him to get back with your car,” my dad informed me, after our seatbelts were locked and he started the ignition.
“Ok,” I replied, in an irritated tone as my father began to slowly drive along the street toward the direction of the shop. I love my father dearly, but his driving speed was compatible with an eighty year old man. I reached my left arm out next to the steering wheel where the radio was placed. I figured a little bit of good music would help ease my nerves, and also take my eyes off of the clock as I watched a minute pass with each half mile my father drove.
“Alynn,” my father called out my name, with a confused look on his face as he sh
ifted his attention toward me.
“Yes?” I questioned, and waited for him to continue.
“Are you having sex?” his question was out of the blue, but definitely made my heart sink. I would put the man into a coma if he found out that I have been fucking since I was sixteen. He lived strictly by the Scripture, and raised me to follow his path.
“What? No! Why would you say that?” I answered nervously. I’d rather lie to him than to inform him of my sexual activities.
“Sorry. But you smell like sex. Have you been washing properly? When’s the last time you got checked for a bladder infection?” he stated. Since I didn’t have anything to wipe off with after sexing Bradson, a slight odor from my vagina leaked onto the cotton of my thong. I smelled it, but I didn’t think it was strong enough for anyone else to.
“No. I haven’t been to the doctor, but I don’t feel different,” I replied.
“Well, maybe you should,” my father consulted, as we pulled into the parking lot of the shop.
Since my father brought my odor to my attention, I told him I was embarrassed and would wait in the van. He agreed, and proceeded into the shop as I stayed put. Once he was inside, I pulled my phone from my purse that sat on my lap. As soon as I opened the Twitter app to look at some threads, a text message notification popped at the top of my screen.
Hey girl! Sorry. Been extremely busy. Still wanna hang out?
Yes! Merrisah replied to my message from the other night. I knew once I saw Brilese at her place that she’d shut me down, but I thought she was gone for good. She must have not been informed about the relationship between Brilese and I… and now, me and Bradson.