Dirty: Loving Him Against All Odds

by Christine Gray

  Her hairstylist had actually been focused on the time, so it only took an hour and a half compared to the three hours that it usually did to get her short, asymmetrical bob silken. During her hair appointment, she even had her eyebrows and lashes done. She wondered if he would like her with those enhancements. Of course, she told herself her new love interest had nothing to do with her new desire for her personal maintenance, but she knew it was a lie. Whenever she thought about Brayden, which was often, she experienced the same light-headed feelings every time. The weird thing about it all was that he didn't even seem to be trying that hard, or at least not in the ways that she was used to. There was no flash, no pretending, no expensive dates and gifts, but instead they talked, ate, and worked together as if they had been in a relationship for years. It was so natural, and their conversations were so honest. Trish wanted to test the waters about race. In her book, there was no need to get involved with someone that was insensitive about certain issues.

  He suggested that just the two of them sneak away while the kids had their session a few nights ago. She could tell he was doing his best to make her comfortable in the small, intimate Italian restaurant that was just a few blocks away from the gym.

  “I don't like sharing your attention with other people when I don't have to. I was hoping for it to be just us tonight,” he stated out of the blue.

  “Well, I can't help the fact that that woman keeps looking over here,” she gestured with her head at the other table.

  “How do you know that she isn't thinking you look good? She could think we make a nice couple. I don't know why you would care anyway?”

  “So you're telling me that it doesn't matter that people look at us?”

  “Shit, people look at me even when I'm by myself. There's always somebody looking. That's what eyes are for, Trish,” he chuckled.

  “Hmm, but it seems to be a lot more on your side,” she scoffed.

  “I find it strange that you didn't notice the black couple giving us dirty looks when we were at Home Depot yesterday,” he remarked, a bit annoyed.

  The change in his tone didn't go unnoticed.

  “They were probably wondering why a fine ass black woman was fucking around with a white man,” she replied with a little attitude.

  He ran his fingers through his hair while he tried to calm down. He was getting so tired of her and the race thing. He was starting to doubt that she would ever lay that shit down. Maybe she was just too damn close-minded to make it work. Her fear of what other people were thinking was too much for him to handle.

  “I think you fail to understand that there is no master race. Yeah, the powers that be try to make you feel that way, but just because I share the same skin color as them makes no difference. I'm still a piece of shit in their eyes too. Just like people in your race get jealous of one another over silly ass shit, the same thing happens over on my side of the creek. Just like the 'man' does things to hurt and discourage you from fulfilling your dreams, they do the same to me. They bend me over and fuck me in the ass every year, too,” he finished.

  Sitting in her car as she thought back to that day, she realized that his answer was truthful. She had worked with and knew whites that struggled just like she had. It was the fact that being with him seemed to be too damn good to be true, and she was looking for something, anything to jump on. He hadn't even tried to pick up from where they had left off that day at her home. After they had talked until the wee-hours of the night, he picked her up, took her to bed, then returned to his bed in the living room. Every time that they were together without the kids, she waited and wondered if he was going to go attempt it, but he never did.

  She took out her phone and called her sister. She had to talk to somebody about what was happening, and other than Jay, she knew her little sis could keep her mouth shut.

  “What's up?” said Kandace in her husky voice.

  “Listen, I've been seeing somebody.”

  There was no need to drag it out. Kandace was family, after all.

  She could hear her sister get up, walk to a quiet area, and shut the door before she spoke.

  “I can't believe it. You like this guy, don't you?” she gushed.

  “Yeah, he's different from what I'm used to, you know?”

  “Is he good looking?”

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  “Can he pay his own way?” questioned Kandace, firing off another one.

  “Put it like this, he doesn't own just one business, but three large ones.”

  “Okay...okay, I'm liking him, so far. What about kids? Does he have those? Then again, fuck that. Shit, you have kids, so that shouldn't matter. So, what's the issue then?”

  “Like I said, he's not what I'm used to,” Trish repeated with a sigh.

  “So, he’s not a lazy asshole that's jealous of you. He's not like somebody that I will not name. You always had to praise him even though he wasn't about shit? Is that what the problem is?” she asked in a nasty tone.

  “I know. I know. I think it's because he's just so perfect, and we haven’t officially had sex yet,” Trish explained, hoping that her sister would switch sides and tell her to run.

  “Oh hell, that sex gotta be right or it’s a deal-breaker,” she mumbled. “Then again, he could be letting you set the pace. Have you tried to kiss him?”

  “God yes…and it’s amazing. The way he holds me, touches me—shit, and looks at me…the things he says have me about ready to rape his ass,” admitted Trish.

  “Well, I say don't walk away yet until you get a taste of the whole buffet,” she laughed. “I got to go, I'm hiding in the bathroom at work talking to you.”

  After Trish said she loved her sister, she sat for a few minutes thinking about what her sister said. There was no need for her to continue to fool herself; she was crazy about Brayden, and she wanted to brave the deep waters with him. She smiled when she made up her mind. That night, they had a college board meeting that he asked to take her to. His cousin had agreed to watch their children, so they could both carpool to the meeting. The girl had been an underclassman, but she still remembered her from high school. With it just being the two of them, she was going to see just what his reaction would be. She only had a few weeks until he finished fixing her house. He had already brought up the topic of engagement, which had surprised her. He was serious about not dragging things out between them if they weren’t going to be together for the long haul. The thought of him leaving her to move on with someone else, because she wasn’t open-minded enough to take what he was giving her bothered her beyond belief. She wanted the man. She was hooked.

  Happy with her plan, she turned on her white Range Rover and went about her day. She still had to get the shopping done, pick up her kids, do a homework check, get them and herself cleaned up, and be over to his cousin Samantha’s house by six-thirty. With her mind made up, her day just flew by. She took special care in choosing her outfit that night. She wanted to be tempting, but not too much. She didn't want to make her goal too obvious, but she did want something that made her feel sexy and confident. With a wicked grin, she dug deep and brought out a dress she hadn't worn in a while. It was made of lightweight, coral-colored material that had a sheer overlay on top of the same color; with an added white border that ran along the hemline, it stopped about six inches above her knees. Trish always thought her legs looked nice and she took special care in oiling them up with pure shea butter before she slipped on a pair of coral-colored, open-toed heels that strapped around her ankles.

  The Rover pulled up to the corner lot house in the mid-size community right on time. She took note of the fact that there was a white, S-Class Mercedes with silver tinted windows parked in the driveway. She figured that this was one of the times that Brayden had spoken of, in which he was ready to flash his status. Like always, the kids were excited about seeing each other, and that took her attention away from seeking him out. She was so focused on talking to Sam, meeting her little girl, checking out the
nicely decorated home, followed by laying down the rules to her children, that she hadn't even noticed him. However, he definitely had taken note of her from the second she walked through the door.

  His brown eyes looked her up and down lustfully before he realized what he had been doing. She looked too damn good. His hands itched to touch her ass when she bent over to pick up a notebook that had fallen off of the bar stool. The way that the A-line dress hung and swayed with her every movement was alluring, but not slutty, which he liked. He had no idea if she knew that the height of her shoes added a little more of a twist to her already seductive walk, but he picked up on it right away. He always enjoyed watching her walk, but now he was in a trance as he quietly followed her with his gaze. He thought quietly about how he wanted to get under that dress, and inside her so damn badly. The more time he spent with her, the more he wanted her, but she was so damn hard to read at times, and that fact frustrated him to no end. He heard her call his name. He got his feelings masked before he walked out to greet her.

  “I've been here the whole time, but you were too busy running your mouth,” he joked in his deep voice.

  Trish jumped at the sound of his voice as she turned to greet him. He was dressed in a pair of dark navy slacks, with a light blue and white long-sleeved shirt. He had rolled the sleeves up and left the first three buttons open at the top of the shirt. She wasn't going to waste any time.

  “Hey you, you know, I’ve never understood why men do that,” she declared as she strolled up to him laughing. Without a pause, she reached down, grabbed his hand, and preceded to unroll one of his sleeves. “See, your sleeve is already wrinkled,” she frowned.

  For the rest of the ten minutes they were there, she stayed close to his side, laughing, teasing, and touching him whenever she could. It took all he had to play it cool with her being so close, and smelling so damn good to boot.

  “Isn't it about time we head out?” Trish asked sweetly.

  She wanted to get him alone to really put her plan into action. She wasn't dumb, and had all day to think things through. She was ready. She kept their conversation going as she followed him out of the door. Just like she had predicted, he let her walk out the door first with him following close behind. That way, he could continue to hear what she was saying. He went to the left side of the driveway to go to the passenger side of his car to open the car door for her. At the right moment, she made a quick about-face. Her body collided into a very startled Brayden, just as she planned. His right hand automatically went to her waist.

  “Are you alright?” he inquired. His eyes stared at her red glossy lips.

  “I'm sorry. I thought I left my phone in the house, but I just remembered putting it in my purse,” she lied.

  His hand moved slowly up from her waist to the side of her rib cage. He began to rub his thumb just below her bra with the tip of it catching the underside of her breast.

  “I really like this dress. You look and smell so damn good,” he whispered.

  She knew that the whole plan was to see what he was going to do, and Brayden had done enough. His scent, the sound of his Barry White voice, and being this close to him was enough for her. She didn't care that they had been in that embrace for too long now. She didn't care that there were people walking their dogs, watering their lawns, or whatever their reason was for being outside; she wanted to kiss him. She closed the small gap that was between their bodies, reached up, and pulled his face down for her to kiss him.

  Brayden didn't need any priming. He was ready. He gladly opened his hungry mouth to let her seeking, greedy, soft tongue in. He stood there and let her set the pace of the kiss, to let her tongue explore and touch the inside of his mouth. It only took a second before Trish felt his cock begin to stiffen against her body. She let out a deep moan at the feel of it pressing against her belly. This was what she was after. This was what she had needed. He was just playing at being a gentleman, but he was really lustful for her, just like she was for him.

  “Damn,” she whispered as she backed away from him.

  “I think we should get in the car,” he suggested.

  He didn't want the children to see them kissing in the front of the house. With a silent nod, she walked over to her side of his car and got in. He started the car, backed out, and drove down the street.

  “Wait,” Trish blurted out when he got to the stop sign, placing her hand on his thigh.

  He turned and watched as she leaned over and kissed him again. This time, he didn't just let her have all the fun. His dick hadn't gone down from the first kiss, which Trish realized when she stroked it through his pants. She opened her palm and cupped his balls as she sucked on his tongue. His dick was thick and long in size, and the thought of riding it only served to make her actions even hotter.

  Brayden quickly put the car in park and turned in his seat. He ran his hand up her smooth thigh, alongside her leg, and grabbed hold of her ass to give it a hard squeeze. He couldn’t care less about the car that was honking behind them. He was focused on one thing.

  “Are you wearing underwear?” he asked wide-eyed and breathlessly.

  She pulled up her dress and he saw her sheer, hot pink thongs. The material did nothing to cover her brown, shaved pussy from his hot, steely gaze. He opened her legs and cupped her cunt. He closed his eyes as she opened them wider. He could feel the heat it was giving off.

  “I don't want to go to the meeting,” she confessed.

  He moaned and shook his head sadly before he removed his hand.

  “We have to be there,” he replied. He straightened up in his seat and put the car in motion. He glanced over to see the sexy pouty expression that had formed on her pretty brown face.

  “I want to suck on that bottom lip so badly,” he whispered.

  “Which set of lips are you referring to?” she questioned.

  She watched as he narrowed his eyes. The expression on his face was fierce with unbridled lust. Just a look was enough to make her want to pull off her clothes.

  “You have to stop, Trish. I can't fuck you in that meeting, but if you keep this up I'll be tempted to finger you,” he promised as his eyes trailed down her body. His hand rubbed her thigh.

  It was her turn to close her eyes under the intensity of his words.

  Luckily for them both, the college's main branch was only a mere twenty minutes away because if it was further, he might have been hard pressed to skip the important meeting. It was the night that they were to vote on some budget issues, and he wanted to ensure their votes were counted.

  He parked the car, jumped out, and walked over to her side. Trish followed him with her eyes as he walked behind the car. She loved the slow, confident stride of his walk, the way his clothes hung to perfection on his fit body. She caught herself licking her lips at the sight of him.

  How the hell am I going to make it through this long ass meeting?

  He opened the door and she took his hand.

  He pulled her forward hard, causing her to hit his body. He lowered his head and kissed her slowly. She felt her inner desire being to melt and wet her panties.

  “I think you like teasing me,” she said in a husky force.

  He chuckled as he took a firm hold of her hand and walked toward the building that housed the conference room. The fact that he kept hold of her hand even after they entered the building both surprised and excited her. She was very aware of the only other woman on the board that had been trying really hard to gain his attention. She found herself looking forward to seeing the look on her face when she saw them together. The expression was so priceless, that she had to put her head down to keep from laughing. He made a show of letting everyone there know she was with him by pulling out her chair for her to sit before he took his own next to her.

  He didn’t hesitate to get down to business. Usually, the meetings would drag on with back and forth discussions, only for the time to end with nothing being done. He wasn't rude, but when he saw that someone was taking up
too much time, he would cut them off nicely. He was so aware of Trish—her smell, her breathing, and the constant impatient shaking of her leg, which was making it very hard for him to stay focused. He knew he couldn't do anything about her presence, so he chose to do something about her leg. He reached under the table and placed his open palm on her thigh. He heard her sharp intake of breath and smiled knowingly.

  “Calm down, sweet,” he whispered as he leaned over toward her. Turning to the group, he continued. “Look, we all know how we're going to vote, so let's do so now and after the break, we can move on,” he pressed.

  Ten minutes later, the votes had been taken, counted, and everyone got up to take a short time out. The vote didn't go as he would have liked, but he had been prepared for the defeat.

  “Let's take a walk,” he suggested as he picked up her purse.

  He noticed her blink as if she hadn't realized that half of the people had left the room. Brayden smiled and engaged her in conversation about dinner while they walked down the tiled hallway.

  “That's a great idea, but I have to use the bathroom,” he stated.

  Trish was in the middle of saying ‘okay’ when he grabbed her arm and pushed her quickly into the bathroom. She swung around just in time to see him push the lock into place. He moved so quickly that all she could do was go along with his demands. He tossed her purse up on the counter top, pulled down the baby changing table and before she knew it, he had picked her up to sit her on top of it. He pushed her dress up in one fluid movement. Without a word, he shoved her legs open and planted his face between her thighs.

  He breathed in deeply of her scent before he licked her through her underwear He pulled the thin material aside to split her pussy with the tip of his tongue. Brayden wrapped his arms around her legs to help support her weight as he brought her forward, deeper into his mouth. He didn't take his time. Instead, he ate her wet pussy like a starving man as he lapped, tasted, sucked, and hummed while she bucked wildly into his mouth. She reached down and took hold of his hair with one hand as she covered her loud moans with her other while she watched him masterfully munch at her cunt.