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by Roy Glenn


  I smacked her gently on that ass and Cortisha took that as an invitation to ride me. She planted her feet on the mattress and grabbed my dick and guided it into that wet shit she was carrying between her thighs.

  “You are so hard, and it feels so good inside me,” Cortisha said as she stared into my eyes.

  She slammed her body down on me hard and fast and then she leaned forward and rubbed her plump nipples across my chest. I slapped her ass and ran my hands up and down her back, across her cheeks and then I slapped that ass again. Cortisha started to move her hips faster.

  “That’s it, take all this dick,” I said and pushed harder.

  Cortisha dug her nails into my chest and slammed her body into mine. Her mouth opened wide and I felt her body begin to shake. “You’re gonna make me come!”

  She rolled off me and collapsed on the bed, breathing hard, nodding her head and smiling.

  “That was bloody good, Mike,” Cortisha said and laid there for a while, but all the while stroking my dick. “Oh, I am in no way done with you,” she said in that sexy fuckin’ accent and this time I was sure she was talking to my dick.

  I watched as Cortisha got up on her knees and crawled around on the bed.

  “Come fuck me.”

  And who was I to deny her?

  I got on my knees, got behind her, and ran my hands along her back and around her ass before I spread her legs and entered her. Cortisha was bucking and pounding that pretty ass against me and it wasn’t long before I felt her wet pussy tightening, clenching and releasing around my dick and she let go with a gut-wrenching scream that I was sure the people in the suite next door heard.

  Cortisha collapsed on the bed.

  “Yeah,” I said, standing over her with my hard dick in my hand. “That was bloody good,” I said knowing that I wasn’t done with her.

  Cortisha rolled over on her stomach and I watched and enjoyed her perfect ass sitting in the air. I sat beside her, running my hands along her back, her ass and her firm thighs. Then I stood up, pulled her up by her hips and then I entered her from behind.

  The way she pulled me deep into her pussy and held me there, made me fuck her harder. I felt her ass bucking, pounding against my body; her wet pussy was soft and popping. I felt my dick expanding in that pussy, and so did Cortisha.

  “Fill me up!” she demanded and who was I to refuse her.

  We ordered breakfast from room service, ate, fucked some more, slept and fucked again. It was almost one when Cortisha announced that she had family activities that afternoon and headed for the shower. Once she was dressed, she asked if she could come by after her family responsibilities were concluded.

  “Give me a call,” I said and escorted her to the door. She kissed me on the cheek, said her goodbyes and left. I closed the door and headed for the shower, thinking about calling Super so I can check out the gambling action on the island.

  I had come out of the shower, dried myself and was just about to pick up the phone when it rang.

  “Hello.”

  “Hi, Mike, it’s Felicia.”

  “How was work?”

  “It was slow.”

  “I know that makes the time pass slowly.”

  “It did.” Felicia paused. “Were you busy?”

  “No. What’s up?” I asked even though I knew what she was calling for. And here again, who was I to deny her?

  “Can I come and see you?”

  “See you when you get here,” I said and hung up.

  And that is how I spent my first week in The Bahamas. Between fuckin’ Cortisha and Felicia, I barely left the suite.

  Chapter Ten

  As much as I enjoyed my first week in The Bahamas, I did want to do something, other than have sex with Felicia and Cortisha, I mean. It wasn’t like I had any intention of stopping; the two of them were excellent company.

  “Ain’t you worried about fuckin’ one, while the others at work?” Bobby asked when I talked to him on the phone.

  “Nope.”

  And it wasn’t like I didn’t leave the room at all. I ate the majority of my meals in the hotel’s restaurants and I did my drinking in the bars, but what surprised me was how much time I spent on the beach.

  Just standing there.

  Looking out at the water.

  What surprised me more was that I wasn’t consumed with thoughts of Vickie. It was easy not to think about it while I was consuming Felicia and Cortisha, but alone on the beach was something different.

  In the months since it happened, I had gone through my own stages of grief. The shock of seeing her lying there, dropping to my knees and shaking her, hoping desperately that she was alive. The guilt and the anger I felt because of what I had let happen. I had worked my way through it by killing people. Now, I was just trying to accept that it happened and move forward because I don’t ever think I’ll be able to let it go. I knew I had to move forward because when you get right down to it, killing was bad for business. So, it was time to move forward. I just wasn’t ready to go home yet.

  So, when I wasn’t fuckin’ Cortisha or Felicia, I spent quite a bit of time alone on the beach.

  As I stood there, I felt at peace, at peace with myself for maybe the first time in my life. Right here, in this space, there was no place that I needed to be, nobody I was responsible to, or for. Nobody to kill, and no need to worry about being killed.

  Peace.

  The longer I stood there, the more I got caught up; not only in the relaxing calm and peace of the water, but in its power. And in that moment, it occurred to me that it is the personification of strong and powerful, peaceful and calm, all at the same time. That’s what I needed to be, strong and powerful but calm and in control at all times. No more of this being controlled by bouts of anger and rage.

  “That’s how dumb sons-of-bitches make stupid mistakes that gets people killed,” I remembered Uncle Tony telling me.

  I had let Vickie’s death control me; gladly allowed it to make me do things that I knew I shouldn’t, but did anyway.

  Why?

  Because I was mad.

  For a minute, I wondered how many other bad decisions I had made, but then I thought about Wanda and knew that even if I did make a bad decision, she would have my back. Unless, of course, her judgment had been just as impaired as mine. I laughed as I thought that we would have to depend on Bobby to be our voice of reason.

  Knowing that I could always depend on both of them as I always have, I resolved myself that I was going to put the matter of guilt in a box and pack it away someplace where I would never feel them again.

  “Man up,” I said aloud. “And put this shit behind you.” I turned to go back to the room. “But I still ain’t ready to go home yet.”

  Since I had paid him in advance, Super called me every day to see if I wanted to go anywhere. He told me since I didn’t go anywhere that first week, that this week was on the house.

  “No. Deal’s a deal,” I said and handed him another grand.

  Naturally, he didn’t argue. He simply put the money in his pocket and opened the back door for me.

  “Okay if I ride up front with you?” I asked and started walking around to the other side without waiting for an answer. Super shut the door.

  “Come,” he said as he got in. “Where you wanna go?” he asked when I got in.

  “Wherever you take me. Show me Nassau and I don’t mean the tourist shit either.”

  “Me remember you say the woman she gon’ show you the real Nassau?”

  “That is what she told me,” I said and got comfortable in my seat.

  “Seem as if the only Nassau she want show was she.”

  “Yeah, well, she showed me plenty of that.”

  Seeing as I hadn’t seen any of it, he drove us through downtown Nassau, and then he pointed out a few tourist attractions. “Just so you say you see fore you go, don’t you know,” Super said before he drove out of the area.

  For the rest of the day and well into the n
ight, I hung out with Super. He took me to a place where I gambled, drank homemade rum, smoked a gang of weed and listened to him and the locals talk shit. Then Super took me to a lady friend’s house and she cooked for us while we sat outside enjoying rum punch, weed and the evening sun. Then I was served a meal that my mother could have made. Yeah, it was that good.

  After that, he took me back to the hotel where I found the red light on the phone flashing with messages. Knowing who they were from and what they wanted, I got undressed. I took a shower and then got in bed, knowing that one or the other would call again. I was proven right when the phone rang before I could get comfortable. It was Felicia, she was still on the property.

  “How convenient,” I said and laughed.

  “Yes, it is,” Felicia said, and she laughed too. Then she told me that she would be at my door in ten minutes.

  “How convenient,” I said and hung up and then I called the front desk. Thinking that Felicia was working the morning shift, I asked them to hold my calls until morning.

  What I didn’t know was that Felicia was working the afternoon shift, so she was still there when the phone started ringing at nine that next morning. Knowing who it was and what she wanted, I ignored it and went back to sleep. The second time, it woke Felicia up too.

  “You are not going to answer she call?”

  “No. And how do you know it’s a she?”

  Felicia laughed and rolled over into my arms. “I know that it tis Cortisha Walker who call,” she said and since she seemed good with it, I said nothing.

  The phone stopped ringing.

  “When Cortisha Walker begin to come around each day, it is not hard to figure out who it is she come see.”

  “Do you know her?”

  “No, but I know she family. Cortisha, she go to England to study when she small. But me point is that people know her and some … they take great pride in telling me of she.”

  “I see.”

  Felicia kissed me. “Everybody at this hotel knows everybody and everybody talk. They talk about you, Mike Black.”

  “Me? Why me?”

  “This is an expensive hotel and you are a young black man that has been here for more than a week. People them want know who you are and what you do. Agnes tell them you are from New York, so some, them think you a drug dealer.”

  I shook my head. “No, not a drug dealer.”

  “I know. Drug dealers have stayed here before.” Felicia shook her head. “You are too nice to be a drug dealer. So, still them wonder who you are and what you are doing here.”

  “What do you think?”

  “I think you are a man who came to Nassau looking for something that you have recently found.”

  “And what is that?”

  She laughed. “I am not a psychic, you know.”

  “I know. But I’m interested in your insight,” I sat up and said since it seemed like she had seen through me already. “What do you think I found?”

  Felicia sat up. “When I first look at you, I think to me self, this is a man who is troubled by something. Perhaps he has done some wrong or some harm to someone.”

  “And you could tell all that from just looking at me?”

  “It is the way you lean against the rail and hold your head with a troubled brow,” Felicia said.

  “And now?”

  “As days pass, you seem to relax —”

  “I think you had a lot to do with that.”

  She laughed. “Yes, me and Cortisha Walker,” Felicia said and since she still seemed good with it, once again, I said nothing. “But, now, you seem as if you are more at peace with yourself and whatever it is that you have done. So, I believe it is peace that you sawt.”

  When the phone rang again, Felicia laughed and got out of bed. “I’ll give you some privacy while you talk to Cortisha Walker,” she laughed, and I watched her go in the bathroom and close the door before I answered the phone.

  Of course, Felicia was right, it was Cortisha. She said that she had a surprise for me and if it was all right with me, she would come by around two to pick me up.

  “See you then,” I said and hung up the phone. I heard the shower come on and took that as my invitation to join Felicia.

  After we had sex in the shower, Felicia called room service and since it was her calling, our food was there and smoking hot in fifteen minutes. We spent the rest of the morning doing what we had been doing since we met, and she kissed me goodbye at the door. As I watched her walk away, I saw Cortisha get off the elevator. They passed without incident.

  “So, tell me about this surprise.”

  “I know that you said that you wanted to go out on the water while you were here. So I arranged for us to sail to Freeport,” Cortisha said.

  “I like the sound of that,” I said excitedly.

  “I thought we could spend some time in Freeport and then sail back in a day or two.”

  “That sounds even better.”

  When I left the hotel with Cortisha, she drove us to the marina and then we walked down to the dock. As I walked by the yachts, I thought about my promise to buy one of my own someday. At the time, I thought his shit was nice, but these bad boys made Andre’s shit look like a canoe.

  “Which one we going on?” I asked, as I walked by in awe.

  “That one,” Cortisha said and pointed.

  It wasn’t one of the big boys we had just passed, but it was a nice midsized yacht that was still twice the size of Andre’s.

  “Permission to come aboard,” Cortisha yelled.

  The man on the deck laughed and waved us on. I helped Cortisha aboard as the man approached us.

  “Welcome aboard! You must be Ms. Walker?”

  “Yes, and this is Mr. Black.”

  “My name is Oscar,” he said and shook both of our hands. “I’ll be your captain for your trip to Freeport. Come, let me show you around so you can get comfortable.”

  Oscar showed us around and I was totally blown. I couldn’t tell it from the outside, but the yacht had three staterooms, a fully stocked galley and a separate area for entertainment with a full bar.

  “This is nice,” Cortisha said when he showed us the staterooms on the yacht.

  “These are the guest staterooms,” Oscar said and kept walking. “This is the master stateroom,” he said and Cortisha and I just looked at each other, because that shit was bad.

  “I will leave you two to get settled. We can get underway whenever you like.”

  “You’re the captain,” Cortisha said and sat on the edge of the bed. “We are ready when you are.”

  “No bags?” Oscar asked.

  Cortisha pointed to the big purse she’d been carrying. “We’ve got everything we need right here.”

  “All right then,” Oscar said, saluted and went to get us underway.

  Now I gotta say, I was hyped about this whole thing, but there was something Captain Oscar said that made me have a question. I sat down on the bed next to Cortisha.

  “How long a trip is this?” I asked.

  “About twelve hours.”

  “Twelve hours?”

  “Yes, Mike,” Cortisha said and stood up. “When we wake up in the morning, we’ll be docked in Freeport,” she said and closed the stateroom door. “You okay with that?”

  “Yeah, it’s all good.”

  It wasn’t that I had a problem with it, I just wasn’t expecting to be taking a twelve-hour trip. But I was new at all this shit, so I didn’t know what to expect. Like just about everything I’d experienced since I’d been here, me doin’ shit like this was unimaginable two weeks ago.

  “I don’t have anything to wear.”

  “I brought you some shorts and a pair of sandals.” Cortisha stretched out across the bed. “It’s beyond time we get you out of those shoes and those pants. You make me hot every time I see you in them.”

  I stood up. “Now?”

  “Now what?”

  “You said that it was time to get me out of these
shoes and these pants.”

  “Might as well make yourself comfortable,” Cortisha said and shortly thereafter, we were both naked and my dick was in her mouth. Maybe it was just a matter of her getting used to it, but it seemed like her skills had improved in the last couple of weeks.

  Chapter Eleven

  It was an hour or so later when we emerged from our stateroom and went up on deck. After speaking with our captain, we went to the front of the boat, which I now know is called the bow and the other end of the boat is the stern.

  Anyway, Oscar had set a couple of chairs and a cooler there. I took a seat and opened the cooler thinking that there was beer, but what I found packed in the ice was a milk jug with something red in it.

  “What is that, rum punch?” I asked as I pulled out the jug.

  Oscar laughed and Cortisha giggled. “No, man, that is Bahama Mama.”

  “Better than any old rum punch no matter what they say, or how much Wray and Nephew they pour in it,” Cortisha said as I poured us both a cup. “Put a lot of ice in mine, please,” she requested, and I should have taken that as my first warning.

  But I didn’t.

  I did as she asked and handed it back to her. “Thank you,” she said and took a sip. I took a swallow.

  “This is good.” I took another big swallow.

  “Be careful with that. Bahama Mama will sneak up on you.” There; she actually warned me. That was twice that I’d been warned.

  “Hush, child. Let the man drink.”

  “That’s right. Let the man drink,” I said and drained the cup to more laughter from Oscar. That was my third and final warning. All of which I ignored.

  That being said, I had a great time on the deck of that yacht with Cortisha. We drank, and we smoked, and we laughed at everything and I just enjoyed being out on the water. And we talked about everything. First Cortisha explained to me what a research chemist was and then she told me what she did, and I was fascinated. And even though it probably would have fascinated her, I didn’t tell her what I actually did.

 

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