I crossed my thighs and rubbed them together to try to ease the mounting pressure between them. I was jealous as fuck. Wanted to push my friend’s ass out the way to quench my thirst, but was certain she would probably fight me if I took an inch away from her orgasmic bliss. My nipples were achingly hard. Breasts had swelled in my sports bra, making the fabric uncomfortable against my areolas. I plopped them from my bra to give reprieve. Took my left breast into my hand and squeezed for dear life.
Jaylin was about to come. It was easy to see by the way his hands had gripped her thighs and by the way his nails were digging into her skin. She was breathing erratically. Jaylin was sucking in short breaths. And meanwhile, I was a fly on the wall trying to figure out why I was in the room in the first place.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” she cried out. “Ohmigod. Fuck.”
“You like that?”
She gave him a smoldering look. “Go deeper so I know it’s real, Jaylin.”
I wondered if Jaylin’s dick was swelling, getting harder by the minute. Possibly, longer by the second as his release crawled up his spine. His ass muscles had clenched. Thighs were working overtime. Why couldn’t the sex gods look down on me? Like my prayers had been answered, one of Jaylin’s hands fondled my left breast then slid down to urge me to open my thighs. A thumb aggressively massaging my clit and two fingers deep, he finger fucked me while long dicking my friend. While dick would have been ideal, his fingers were getting the job done. I came so hard; I think I pulled a muscle in my thighs. I couldn’t relax. Was tensed up from the built-up pressure. And there was something about seeing Jaylin’s head fall back, while my friend threw his thrusts back at him, that had me mentally humming Jill Scott’s “Crown Royal on Ice” when he released his satisfaction all over her thighs.
Two orgasms and a nut later, my friend was in the bathroom talking to her husband. Jaylin was sprawled out on my bed, naked as the day he came into the world. I stared at his dick, wondering if it still had life in it. It lay thick against his golden thighs.
“Stop staring at my dick,” he jibed.
“I wasn’t.”
“You’re lying.”
“Okay, I was. Is it still alive?”
“Alive, yes. But my dick is tired so you aren’t getting any. Take what I gave you.”
He said that like, if I had been a dog, he tossed me a bone. My friend came out of the bathroom. The rejuvenated look on her face read she had been sated. Meanwhile, my pussy was still humming. I sucked my teeth, hopped up, and made my way to the bathroom. If I could have slammed the door, I would have. In my mind, I pictured him chuckling at my pain. Didn’t matter. Me and Mr. Hitachi had a meeting in the bathroom.
It didn’t take me and my electricity operated friend long to get me to that orgasm I wanted. Once done, I cleaned him up. Washed my hands and face and made my way back into the room. There was no Jaylin, only a shamefaced, but thoroughly satisfied friend. I crawled back on my bed as she sat on hers.
“You want to talk about what all that was about?” I asked just to put her on the spot.
“No.”
“Can we talk about why he said he was playing to win?”
She chuckled lightly. “That was only his arrogance.”
“Or was that some unfinished business between you two?”
She took a deep breath then exhaled hard. Ran a hand through her disheveled hair and adjusted her loosely hanging night shirt. For a moment, she just looked at me, and for a fleeting second, there was something else that skittered across her face that I couldn’t read. But it was gone just as quickly.
Then she smiled at me. “That was about you getting your story. Now you can tell the world what happened between Jaylin, you and I, If Only for Another Night.”
FATE
Kalima Shahada
The doorbell chimed and I rushed to the door. Having an idea as to who it was, I stopped to look in the mirror. I took my hand and combed some misconstrued curls back into place. My hair hung on my shoulders. I checked my lips; my gloss was still glistening. My breasts sat up just right, and my long skirt hugged my curvy hips.
I must say that a lot of things had changed in a few months. I dropped a few pounds, my face no longer showed any signs of distress, and my eyes were no longer puffy and red. At the age of 30, I looked good, despite being depressed for months. I found out my husband had been cheating on me, over ten months ago. He moved out and I haven’t seen him since. Now, he stood outside my door with his son he’d had during our marriage. Saying I was nervous was an understatement. Was I crazy for picking up the phone when he called to announce his new bundle of joy had arrived? Was I crazy for inviting them over? Some would say, yes. However, my views about marriage changed after I met the one and only, Jaylin Jerome Rogers. Thinking back to the day I met him was therapeutic among many other things.
That day, I looked out into the nocturnal sky and down at the ocean. As the water washed ashore onto my feet, I wiped my tears and vowed that I was no longer looking into the past, but into the future. I took a final gaze at the ocean then stood up. My wedding ring was still on my finger, so I pulled it off and tossed it into the water. I knew now that solidified my decision to move forward rather than backwards. I turned around and was startled, as I stared into the most beautiful eyes.
“I’m sorry for startling you,” he said in a soothing tone. “I heard you over here crying, so I came to see what was up.”
I shook my head from side to side. I had to have been dreaming, because guys this good looking didn’t exist in real life. I scanned my eyes from the top of his head, down to his big feet. He had short curly hair. His gray eyes were the most beautiful I’d ever seen. His goatee was trimmed nice and neat. I couldn’t believe how smooth and tanned his caramelized skin looked; it was flawless. He wore pants that looked tailored specifically for him, and his shirt had a few buttons undone at the top, exposing his muscular chest.
“Are you okay?” he asked again. I could see the compassion in his eyes.
The sound of his masculine voice knocked me out of my daze. I couldn’t believe this complete stranger had me so mesmerized. This was definitely a first. I exhaled and finally spoke.
“I’ll be fine, once I make it home.”
I made an attempt to walk past him. I had to get away from him, because I didn’t want him to notice the lust in my eyes. I have never, and I mean ever, got this excited from just a glance. It felt like a puddle was forming in my panties.
“Wait,” he said then grabbed my hand. “Where do you live?”
I looked at him strangely, and he quickly let my hand go. “Why?”
“Because I’d like to walk you home. You shouldn’t be walking out here on this beach all alone at night?”
“Why do you care?” I asked with an attitude. I then placed my hands on my hips. “What are you, the beach patrol?”
He shot me a serious gaze. “No, but I know there are dangerous people out here in the world. A beautiful young lady, such as yourself, shouldn’t be out here alone.”
I wanted to smile when he moved my blowing hair away from my face and called me beautiful. But I had been deceived before and had to stay firm.
“What makes you think I should trust you? How do I know you’re not one of those dangerous people out here, trying to hurt me?”
He moved closer to me. So close that he towered over me. I could smell the cologne he wore. Better yet, I could smell his aftershave, and the body soap he used. I never smelled a man this scrumptious before. He was a stallion. He stood firm like a warrior. He was so fine that he took every ounce of my breath away.
“Baby, I have no desires to hurt you,” he said endearingly as he stared directly into my brown eyes. It felt like he was staring into my soul. “The bottom line is I’m a caring man. I wouldn’t feel right, if I didn’t see to it that you got home safely.”
I continued to put up a fuss, even though I loved the attention he gave me. “I don’t know you. You could be some psy
cho for all I know.”
This time, he shook his head and chuckled. And even though I was serious, I laughed too. I highly doubted that he was a psycho, but I was uncertain. His face looked like it could’ve been in magazines, not on the FBI’s Most Wanted list. Hell! He looked like he should’ve been on a throne, with servants waiting on him hand and foot. A king was more like it.
Finally, he extended his hand and made an introduction. “I’m Jaylin. Jaylin Rogers. And you are?”
Eager to fuck you. That’s what I wanted to say, but I just stood there, staring at his awaiting hand. When I didn’t say anything, he grinned and showed his perfect white teeth. I cleared my throat, trying hard to gather myself.
“A . . . Amaya,” I said barely audible.
“Amaya, nice to meet you.”
The way he said my name in his deep baritone voice sent chills up my spine. I reluctantly linked my hand with his. His grip was so firm and strong, but his hand was soft as a baby’s bottom.
“It’s nice to meet you also.”
“Since we’re no longer strangers, allow me to walk you home. Feel free to tell me what’s on your mind. I’m a good listener and I do offer great advice.”
He seemed genuine and harmless, so I apprehensively agreed to walk to my house with him. For some odd reason, I felt safe in his presence. Minutes into our walk, a gust of wind came in, sending chills all over my body that was barely covered in a bikini. He saw me shivering and offered the shirt right off his back. Before I could protest, his shirt was off and wrapped around my shoulders. I couldn’t believe my eyes. His body was ripped from every angle. All of a sudden, I was no longer cold, but hot as hell. So hot, that I began to sweat. He held me close to him and that made me even hotter. We made small talk, and during our conversation, he said that he lived on the beach, a few houses away from where we were.
“So,” Jaylin said as we continued walking toward my residence. “Why were you out here alone at night, crying? You’re talking about everything else but that.”
I sighed deeply. “Today is my eleventh year anniversary.”
He shrugged and shot me a puzzled look. “What’s wrong with that?”
Sadness washed across me. “As you can see, I’m spending it alone. My husband and I have been separated for seven months now.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” he said compassionately.
“I caught him cheating on me,” I continued. “He was with a chick he met prior to me, and proclaimed that he had ceased all contact with her, once we were married. Come to find out, they never stopped seeing each other. He insisted that was the first time they got together, since we became married. Then he said it was a mistake.” I paused to take a deep breath. This revelation was beginning to upset me all over again. I thought I was past being upset, depressed and crying over my failed marriage. Obviously, I wasn’t. This situation had been nothing but a nightmare, ever since it happened.
Jaylin seemed quiet and in deep thought when I was talking. Then he spoke up. “Did you believe him?” I looked into his eyes, as he awaited my answer. His question came as a surprise to me and I was trying to get my thoughts together. Since I hadn’t responded, he questioned me again. “Did you believe him when he said it was a mistake?”
I lowered my head as I felt tears threatening to show up. “No, but when I looked into his eyes, I saw so much compassion and sorrow. I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe he would never hurt me intentionally like he did. But I couldn’t trust his word.”
“Why couldn’t you?”
“How could I when I found out she’s pregnant?” Unable to control what I was feeling inside, I burst out crying. “She’s pregnant with MY husband’s child. I couldn’t even give him a child, but the first time he cheated, he wound up giving someone the baby I prayed for. How could a baby be a mistake?”
No one understood the immense pain I was in. Being married to my husband for over a decade, and never getting pregnant, was very hurtful. I was depressed. For years it took a toll on me emotionally and mentally. To have my husband bring a child into this world, and I wasn’t the mother, was gut wrenching.
I saw Jaylin swallow a huge lump that had formed in his throat. He pulled me closer to him and wiped my tears. “First, let me say to you that babies are not mistakes. A mistake is defined as an action or judgment that is misguided or wrong. What your husband did to you may have been wrong, but the baby is just a result of his actions. Sometimes, actions have serious consequences. Consequences that can always be worked through, depending on how the parties involved handle it. Has he tried to reconcile?”
“Yes. He calls me every day, telling me how sorry he is. I know he’s remorseful—well, I would like to think he is, but—”
“But what?”
“It’s complicated. I have thought about forgiving him and trying to patch up my marriage. The second I think about that possibility, I quickly realize how stupid and desperate I would look if I forgave my husband who cheated on me and got another woman pregnant.”
Jaylin sighed and narrowed his eyes to look at me. I thought I saw a hint of frustration. “Who gives a damn about what other people think? Them motherfuckers aren’t paying your bills, are they? They’re not walking in your shoes every day, and they do not know the details revolving around your marriage. Listen, sweetheart. It’s not about how others see you. It’s about how you feel in your heart. Do you still love him?”
I wiped the tears that had streamed heavily down my face. “Of course I do. He was my everything.”
“Do you think you would’ve been able to forgive him, if she hadn’t gotten pregnant?”
“I truly don’t know. The pregnancy has been weighing heavily on my mind, and when I think about the actual act, it angers me. It makes me wonder was it me? Could I have done something to make him stay faithful? What was so wrong with me? I’ve racked my brain with a million questions, wondering what I did to make him seek another woman.”
This time, I cried uncontrollably. Jaylin held me in his arms and continued wiping my tears. I was an emotional wreck, and had been since the separation. When I married my husband, I couldn’t fathom being without him. I married him for richer or poorer, and for better or worse. I figured that if and when the worse came, we would’ve been able to toughen it out because we loved each other immensely. Never did I think the guy I was going to be with forever would hurt me to such degrees. He was my first, and I figured he was going to be my last.
“Look. Stop blaming yourself,” he demanded. “I can tell that you have a lot going on for yourself, so don’t you ever think it’s your fault. The problem is with him, not you. Believe me when I say it’s with him.”
We were just five minutes away from my house when the sky turned an ugly gray. Thunder roared and it started pouring down raining. Within seconds, it started raining harder. The wind picked up and lightning came bolting from the sky. We started to run, but when I lagged behind, Jaylin swooped me up in his arms and took off running toward the direction I told him to go. I felt like Whitney Houston in the Bodyguard when Kevin Costner picked her up and carried her off stage while she was performing. He was her protector, and at that moment, I felt Jaylin was the same to me.
We made it to my home in no time, but not before we got drenched. We were soak and wet, but he didn’t put me down until we were in the foyer of my house.
“I can’t thank you enough,” I said as I closed and locked the door. “I didn’t mean to be a damsel in distress, but I seriously enjoyed your company.”
I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. He looked even sexier dripping wet. My eyes roamed down below, and I couldn’t help but to notice the bulge in his pants. Being that he was wet, I could tell he was packing. And I wasn’t referring to groceries. I observed him as his eyes roamed my wet body as well. I saw his eyes light up at the sight of my huge breasts. I figured my nipples must’ve been hard, and by me being wet, I know it only magnified them. He stroked the hair on his chin while sucking
his teeth.
“I’m glad that you got home safely,” he said. “But I must get going. Good luck to you and your husband. I’m sure the two of you will work things out.”
He made a move for the door. “Wait,” I called after him. “You don’t have to leave. The weather is pretty bad.”
“I know, but I need to jet.”
“You were kind enough to see to it that I made it home safely, now all I want is the same for you. Going out in that weather is not a guarantee you’ll get home safely. At least, stay and wait out the storm.”
He smiled and caressed the side of my face. His touch sent chills to my already cold body.
“I’ll be fine.”
The second he stepped one foot outside the door, lightning shot from the sky followed by loud thunder. It was so loud that it made my house rock. I heard car alarms going off in the distance.
“Please stay,” I pleaded with my eyes, as he looked back at me.
When he stepped back inside my house, lightning flashed again as thunder roared ferociously. This one was more powerful than the one before. It felt like the whole earth shook. It scared me so much that I jumped into Jaylin’s arms. At that moment, everything went pitch black. Jaylin looked outside, and it was also pitch black out there. He assured me it was going to be okay, and then he asked if I had any candles and a towel for him to dry off.
We maneuvered around in the darkness, until I was able to find some candles. The ones I found had illuminated the place just enough. As we both dried ourselves with towels, I couldn’t thank him enough. If he hadn’t been here, I would’ve been scared out of my mind. It wasn’t because of the darkness alone. It was a combination of that and the weather outside. It seemed like it was a hurricane, tornado and storm, all rolled into one. The wind was blowing severely, the rain was pouring heavily, the lightning was flashing brightly and the thunder was so loud. The craziest thing, the meteorologists hadn’t predicted it.
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