Don’t Ever Wonder

by Darren Coleman

  They had spent the next few days talking on the phone before Nate had decided to give thick loving a try. He had not regretted it. Janette ended up breaking him down with a massage that left him weak as a lamb. Before he met her he hadn’t slept soundly since leaving D.C., almost a year back. After Kim’s suicide Nate had succumbed to guilt and shame to the point that he had nightmares and anxiety attacks that left him short of breath. Eventually the cooking and pampering that Janette provided softened Nate, and he was able to fight off the guilt and depression that haunted him almost every night. As time wore on he became dependent on Janette and had all but abandoned his old ways of womanizing and running the streets. Although he was officially living in his Aunt Marion’s basement, he slept at Janette’s almost nightly. He’d put on weight like a pregnant woman and had stopped getting his hair cut regularly. It was as if he simply no longer cared about his appearance. The stress of Kim’s death and the guilt for his role in it had begun to wear him down. He was lost in feelings of regret for his treatment of her. Secretly he longed for some relief from the despair, but he’d never had to ask anyone for help. He didn’t know how, and now it was beginning to cost him. The man he’d always been was fading into something far less appealing. It would have been apparent that he was a broken man to anyone who truly knew him. But to Janette, he was a cuddly dream come true.

  She took a glimpse at her clock and knew she would be late for her first patient. Still she leaned over and took him in her mouth. As she began sucking Nate, she thought long and hard about getting married one day. She had an idea what it would take to keep a husband happy and this was her version of it. Nate’s head instantly fell back and his mouth dropped open. She was sucking him so good. He knew that she was trying to take him out fast so that she could get to work. He wanted to slow her down so that he could show her that he was the boss. He attempted to pull himself up but her hands slid up his chest and pressed him back into the bed. With the other hand she began to pump his shaft while making loud slurping and purring noises with her mouth wrapped around the tip of his manhood.

  “Oh, Nett. Oh, Nett.” He moaned out. “No, baby, not like this.”

  She knew she had him. She started bobbing her head up and down using her tongue and the roof of her mouth to drive him over the edge. She had one hand on his nipples, pulling and caressing them. With the other hand she gripped his balls and massaged them, never stopping the suction she had going on.

  The room began spinning. Nate was flat on his back trying to watch in amazement as Janette used her tongue like a weapon of mass destruction. Just as Nate was about to reach his orgasm, he regained his composure and caught her head on the upstroke. He pushed her head back and rolled away.

  “Take those pants off,” he demanded. Her face showed disappointment that she hadn’t made him erupt but she knew her body was in for a delightful pounding. She grabbed her Nextel and smashed a button.

  “Liza,” she said into the phone.

  “Hey, Janette. What’s up?”

  “Are you at the office?” Nate was standing behind her sliding her pants off. She stepped out of them. He then grabbed her thong and began sliding it down as well.

  “I just got in.”

  “Okay, I am running about a half hour late. Call Mrs. Tucker and see if we can push her down to three-thirty. What is she getting anyway?”

  “Fillings. Two of them.”

  “If she can’t make it then…” Janette stopped when Nate’s fingers found her button and penetrated her at the same time. “Whoo.” She said aloud. She mouthed “stop” to Nate but didn’t mean it. “Just do what you got to do. S…s…see you in a little bit.”

  “Girl, you all right over there?” Liza had a feeling what was going on. Liza was Janette’s first and only receptionist and she noticed that Janette had been running late more in the last three months than she had in the previous four years combined since she had been practicing dentistry.

  The phone was already on the floor and Janette had leaned over the bed. Nate had slipped on a condom and was entering Janette an inch at a time. “Mmmm,” he said. “Slippery when wet.”

  Janette’s breathing quickened as Nate locked onto her hips and began banging away. Sometimes he hit it slow but that was more for him than her. She loved to be licked slow but fucked hard and fast. “That’s right, daddy. Bang it. Bang it.”

  The bed was shaking as Janette used it to hold herself up. “You like that? You want it harder?” Nate quickened his pace and was pulling all the way out and slamming back into her. He worked nonstop on her, hitting it from the back like a madman for five minutes straight as sweat began pouring off of his chest.

  Janette’s eyes rolled up into her head and she thought about how lovely life had been since Nate had been around. Any women who said size didn’t matter obviously had never been hit by a Mandingo like Nathan Montgomery. She was bouncing back against him, enjoying the feeling of him thoroughly working her middle. “Ooohhh, baby. Don’t stop.” She felt electric sparks start in her toes and creep slowly up past her ankles. Her thighs began to tremble to the point that she feared she wouldn’t be able to keep her balance.

  Nate felt her orgasm nearing and decided to send her over the edge. He took the thumb that was gripping her right cheek and let is slip into her ass. When he did this Janette growled like a grizzly that had been shot with a dart gun. She tried to stand as the tides of her orgasm crashed through her body but she was too weak. “Are you cumming, Nett?”

  Why he had to ask she never knew. “Yes. Yes. Yessss.” And she let out a series of short screams. His breath quickened and she knew what to do. She summoned all the energy in her body and pulled away from him, spun around, and dropped to her knees. In one motion she had the condom off and Nate in her mouth.

  “Oh yes.” His body stiffened and the veins in his neck seemed to pop out at the same time he released into her mouth. She took him all in until she was sure he was finished. This is how to get a man and that food I cook is how to keep one, she thought as she swallowed his juices. “Girl, you so nasty,” Nate said as a smile slowly formed out of the fuck face he sported moments earlier.

  Janette wiped the drops that had run on her chin and licked her fingers clean. “You love it. You love it.” She repeated.

  “I can’t get enough of it.” He began laughing. He pointed down to his penis, which was still hard. He walked into the bathroom singing, “It’s the remix to ignition coming hot out the kitchen….”

  He could see that Janette had picked up her cell. “Liza. Cancel and reschedule all my appointments. I’ll work late all next week.” He stood in the door of the bathroom and shook his head.

  “Girl, you are crazy.”

  “Nasty, crazy, whatever. Just come eat me.”

  3

  It Takes a Fool to Learn

  Of all the people Brendan expected or wanted to bump into in Dr. Carson’s office, he would have been close to last. When Brendan saw his face he wished he could turn around and walk right back out the door. Mr. Shoreham put the Black Enterprise magazine down and immediately noticed Brendan.

  “Hey fella,” Mr. Shoreham said. Brendan was surprised that there wasn’t even the slightest hint of hostility. He leaned across the magazine table to give Brendan a handshake. “Where you been? Just because Renée moved out of town doesn’t mean you can’t stop through and say hello once in a while.”

  Brendan swallowed hard and tried to digest what Mr. Shoreham had just said. “Oh. I have just been working hard, you know trying to put those hours in.” Sensing that he needed to keep the conversation moving, he added, “I will try to get by there one day to see you and the missus.” Brendan was stunned that Renée had moved out of town and not so much as said good-bye.

  “You need to do that. How is your family?” Before Brendan could answer, Mr. Shoreham went on. “As a matter of fact I saw your mom a few weeks back out at Arundel Mills.”

  “Everyone is fine.” Brendan shot him few questions abo
ut his grandson, followed by a couple of comments about the weather, before he came up with a way to ask him about Renée. It was obvious that she hadn’t told her parents about the way that they had fallen out. If he had known Brendan had broken his beloved baby girl’s heart, Mr. Shoreham might have tried to put a chokehold on Brendan right there in the waiting room. “So how does Renée like it down there…” Brendan faked a yawn. “Excuse me.”

  “No problem. She said she loves it in Houston. She complains about the heat but it’s Texas. I mean what did she expect?” Mr. Shoreham laughed. “I think I am going to make it down there this fall. You ought to come with me.”

  Brendan imagined himself showing up at Renée’s door. His face tightened when he thought of the drama that might unfold. “Yeah I might do that,” he said, knowing full well there was no chance of it.

  “Yeah, her fiancé is a really nice guy. He reminds me of you, to be honest. Just a clean-cut, decent guy. Just like you, as a matter of fact.” He patted Brendan on the shoulder. “When I met him on Easter, I joked with her. I said you didn’t have to go all the way to Houston to marry Brendan.” He burst into laughter and Brendan’s face had the kind of look you get when you pass gas out loud in a crowded elevator.

  “Wow, that’s really something.” Is all he said in a low tone, but really wanting to scream out, That’s some bullshit.

  The receptionist called Mr. Shoreham up to the counter and gave him a prescription. He gave Brendan a handshake as he was on the way out. “Don’t be a stranger, son. I mean that.” Brendan nodded and Dr. Carson came out and told him to come to the room in the back. His mind was racing with thoughts from all the news that he’d just gotten. His best friend since middle school had cut him off. He had played with her emotions. Unintentional as his actions had been, a lifelong friendship had been ruined by passions gone awry. Now she had left town, which seemed to be a new trend for everyone he knew. Brendan wondered about her getting engaged so soon after leaving and assumed she was on the rebound. His mind was completely blown by it all.

  As he sat on the examining table he tried not to wrinkle the white paper on the table. He thought about calling Cory from his cell to tell him about what he’d heard but decided to wait until his appointment was over. Dr. Carson walked back into the office. “Hey, Dude. How are you?”

  Brendan considered telling him the truth but instead gave the traditional, “Fine.”

  “Great. Listen, I called you back in for two reasons.” Dr. Carson was looking at his charts. “Like Yvonne told you, your sodium levels were a little abnormal but that is nothing to really worry about. Just start drinking some more water and I will check it for you in two weeks.” He placed the chart down on the table.

  “Okay. But what was the other thing?” he asked, thinking he’d heard the worst.

  Dr. Carson took a deep breath that Brendan realized couldn’t be anything good. “My friend, from looking at your culture, it, seems that you may have contracted a case of chlamydia.”

  “Say what?” Brendan shot back.

  “I can’t say one hundred percent without blood work, but I tested you for everything in your physical.” Dr. Carson picked up the file and started scribbling. “I don’t want to say it’s no big deal, but it is easily treated. I will get you a quick shot and a prescription.” He grabbed a needle and told Brendan to drop his pants. A few seconds later and the needle was pulled from his hip.

  “So what does this mean?” Brendan was trying to make sense of it all. “Has my girlfriend been cheating?”

  Dr. Carson smiled. As far as Brendan was concerned there wasn’t anything to smile about. “Not necessarily.” He handed Brendan the cotton ball doused with alcohol and a Band-Aid. “You may have contracted this anytime after your last checkup which was…”

  “Seven months ago, and, Doc, I haven’t had sex with anyone except her since then.”

  A frown came over the doctor’s face. He nodded his head to show that his heart went out to Brendan. “Then there’s a pretty good chance she has some explaining to do.” He scribbled on his prescription pad. “Tell her she needs to get checked out. Also, I would advise that you don’t have unprotected sex.” He handed Brendan the prescription. “Two a day for ten days. Take care of yourself.” He shook Brendan’s hand and headed out the door.

  Brendan moved up the short hallway, through the lobby, and out of the office building. When he walked outside, he was blasted by the heat. Instead of lifting him up, the sun felt like the decisive blow in a heavyweight fight. As he moved toward his car he thought, Some days it doesn’t even pay to get out of the bed.

  Brendan exited the parking lot and put on a Kindred CD as he tried to pull himself together. As he drove toward the CVS he contemplated all the possible outcomes to his situation. Trina would be coming home from work in a couple of hours and had no idea how angry he was. Renée was two thousand miles away and engaged to some clown who was “a lot like him.” He wondered if he would have been happier if he and Renée had tried to work things out.

  Wondering about it now was pointless. It was water under the bridge as far as he and Renée were concerned. Right now he needed to focus on his and Trina’s problems and he needed a plan. He would have a better shot at hitting the lottery than he would at getting an honest answer out of Trina. She had come a long way since they had gotten back together, but she had a history of cheating and lying. It was apparent that she still wasn’t playing fair. This time, though, Brendan was determined to beat her at her own game and make her pay.

  4

  Yearnin’ for Your Love

  I came home from work to a darkened house. The only light was coming from the tea light candles that were flickering in their holders, placed strategically around the apartment. The stereo was on and an oldies CD was playing. Ron Isley before he was Mr. Biggs was softly crooning that he was “drifting on a memory, ain’t no place that I rather be than with you.” I was feeling his sentiments exactly as I was caught up in feelings of excitement and surprise. “Day will make a way for night, all we need is candle light and a song.”

  I had expected to come home to a major attitude but instead my wife had given me romance. For a moment, I felt some measure of guilt for having met up with Nina. It wasn’t as if I didn’t love Shelly. I just didn’t think that we had enough of what it took to make it for the long haul. This may have been a good start at fixing things, and the romance with my wife could help me forget about Nina.

  I followed the candlelight past the living room toward the hallway that led to the master bedroom. I walked through the French doors and saw the comforter pulled back off the bed revealing a fine set of gold satin sheets. There was a small potpourri holder burning on the nightstand and the room smelled like the majestic place that the Ojays were singing about on “Stairway to Heaven,” which was now playing.

  I could hear the streams of the shower and see the steam flowing out of the bathroom door, which was ajar. “Don’t you want to go, don’t you want to go,” the chorus rang out. I made my way to the door of the bathroom and watched my wife as she was washing herself with a Victoria’s Secret body wash. I stood there for a moment, as she lathered up and began to delicately sponge every inch of her body. I loved watching her shower. Something in the way the water ran over her face and off her chin. The way it formed a small river and found it’s way between her breasts. It turned me on, and this time was no different. When she noticed I was standing there she invited me to join her. I kicked off my shoes and my pants fell to my feet. Once my shirt was unbuttoned she could see my excitement as my penis had already began to fight to get through the hole of my boxers.

  “Lets get it on,” Marvin was singing. I guess I was moving too slowly because before I could get my shirt off she had stepped out of the shower and pulled me in with my wife-beater still on. My underwear was at my ankles and I almost tripped as I stepped into the shower. The water was hot but her kisses were hotter. She pushed my back to the rear wall of the shower and force
d her tongue into my mouth. After a few seconds of kissing she pulled back and with a hungry look in her eyes she reached out and grabbed my T-shirt with her fingernails and ripped it off. She came back to me and placed her mouth on my chest and began licking and biting at my nipples. Her hands were at my manhood and I could feel the lather of soap lubricating me. She began stroking it as she kissed me on the neck. I was getting high from the sensations as she tickled the head just the right way.

  The candle on the counter flickered and created a dizzying effect. At least I thought it was from the candles. It was more likely the combination of the steam and the fact that all the blood in my body was rushing to my pelvic area. I was panting, trying to catch my breath, and felt my body about to erupt when she stopped. “Rinse off, I want you in the bed. I have a surprise for you,” Shelly whispered into my ear.

  I struggled to regain my composure and made my way out of the shower. I didn’t take the time to dry off thoroughly as I couldn’t wait to get into the bed and enjoy her. I sat on the edge of the bed with my towel underneath me. She walked out of the bathroom, body glistening from a quick rubdown with her scented oil, and I looked at her standing before me. I was wondering what she was going to do next when she knelt down in front of me. She never broke eye contact as she eased toward my center with her mouth wide open. I was shocked because she hadn’t gone down on me without me asking for it since we had been married.

  “Love them and leeeeeaaave them,” Rick James belted out. “That’s what I used to do.” Shelly’s head was bobbing up and down as she gave me the head of my lifetime, and with the hand that she wasn’t using, she pushed me back so that I was now flat on the bed. I didn’t know how her technique had improved so much. She was gliding up and down so quickly that the sensations were mixed together and my body felt like a firecracker ready to pop. Once again, when I almost reached my peak, she stopped. This time she climbed up onto the bed and rocked onto my chest placing her ass in the air long enough to position the head of my dick at her entrance. In one smooth motion she had me inside of her and she was grinding her bottom on me trying to get every inch.