Meet Me

by Azure Boone

  Tasha: don’t put this shit on me.

  The group’s blongs came like rapid fire. I hurried back in, scrolling up to catch what all was said.

  Gloria could come this weekend, Sheri reminded Gloria that the new testament was for Christians and Tasha’s husband was not that while continuously committing adultery. Lois reminded her that we’re not sure he was still committing it. Gloria said it didn’t have to be a sexual meeting.

  I froze at that. Bingo. That was the missing key. She was right, it didn’t. We could meet as friends. Coincidentally. Under friendly conditions.

  But why would I? Should I?

  To see if he was lying for one. I’d never do what my husband did. I was much better than that shit.

  Chapter Three

  I wiped the tears rolling down my face while I typed. What did Morgan know about my husband?

  Tasha: He’s probably visiting his mother. She’s old.

  Morgan: At eleven at night?

  Tasha: Stop. You should be encouraging me, not making me cry and feel like shit.

  Morgan: Damn. Why are you crying?

  I snorted and rolled my eyes while typing.

  Tasha: I don’t need to hear how stupid and naïve I am for trying to not think the worst.

  Morgan: That’s what I love about you. Always wanting to do what’s right. God, I need to see you. Touch you. Please, I beg you, meet me. I promise, it’ll be different with me. How can that man not touch you when you lay next to him? I want to kill him when I think of it.

  More tears poured down my cheeks and I smiled despite the harshness of his words.

  Tasha: I’m afraid to meet you.

  Morgan: Please don’t say you’re afraid of me.

  Tasha: Well sorry, but I am.

  Morgan: I’d never. Ever. Hurt you, baby.

  My heart clenched at that endearing term. Felt so amazing. Still couldn’t believe this was the Morgan that had become such a friend to me.

  Tasha: That’s not what I’m really afraid of, actually.

  Morgan: Then what?

  My fingers remained poised over the keys, trembling. Just say it.

  Tasha: I’m scared if I meet you…what I will want. And have to have.

  Morgan: I dream every day and night of the things I want to do for you. To you. Please, just…meet me. At the Hilton. This weekend.

  Oh God. Just…a friendly meeting maybe.

  Tasha: How am I supposed to even get away?

  Morgan: Can’t you call your mother?

  Could I? I could. Even though my husband didn’t like my mother babysitting. He didn’t like how mean she was to them. And mean, to him, was her tone of voice. I didn’t like it either, but maybe he’d work on helping find a babysitter.

  Tasha: I could.

  Morgan: God, yes, please, would you?

  Why in the world would I need a babysitter that didn’t involve my husband? That would be the tricky thing. Have to be legit too. Maybe something was going on at the Hilton that weekend that I needed to attend? Maybe…Gloria could be a…oh, an Avon consultant! I’d always wanted to sell Avon and my husband…no, he would give his how would you sell it when you have to be a mother bullshit sermon.

  Tasha: I need to find a valid reason to go, first. And I may not be able to. But I’ll try. And let you know.

  Felt like forever before he finally responded.

  Morgan: Thank you.

  Ohhh my God, was I really doing this?

  Sheri’s box popped up.

  Sheri: hello lovely.

  Tasha: I’m gonna do it sheri.

  Sheri: Do what?

  Tasha: meet Morgan.

  Sheri: Really??? Omg. Is Gloria going?

  Tasha: I need to ask her, make sure.

  Sheri: Where are you meeting him.

  Tasha: The Hilton here. Hold on, Lois is messaging. Let me get her in here.

  I opened the message tab and selected their group box and jumped in it.

  Tasha: Over here girls. Is Gloria even on?

  Gloria: I’m here for a little bit, about to clean the kitten

  Sheri: When did you get a cat?

  Gloria: *kitchen

  Tasha: Gloria, I’m doing it, I’m meeting him.

  Gloria: Oh no.

  Tasha: What?

  Gloria: I just have a bad feeling. I had time to think about it, I don’t think this is a good idiom.

  Gloria: idea

  Sheri: I knew that was coming.

  Gloria: I’m sorry Tasha. I won’t lie to you. This isn’t right. And it’s not safe.

  I rolled my eyes. Did I really need Gloria? I didn’t want to involve anybody else anyway. Did I trust Morgan? Oh God, what a moronic question. I was doing the exact stupid thing I swore I’d never do.

  Tasha: That’s better Gloria, I don’t want anybody else involved anyway.

  Lois: Hellooooo

  Sheri: Hey Lois

  Gloria: Hi Lois. So Tasha, you’re still doing it?

  Lois: Doin what?

  Sheri: Meeting Morgan

  Lois: You’re doing it? For real?

  Gloria: I don’t think she should. I have a bad feeling.

  Tasha: You’re right as usual Gloria

  Gloria: I’m sorry Tasha, don’t be mad.

  Lois: But you offered to go down there.

  Tasha: Don’t apologize Gloria, you know I love you and I know you love me. But I do need to have a legitimate reason to be at that hotel.

  Lois: Tell your husband you just want a break. Alone.

  Sheri: What about a writers convention?

  Oh, that was a good idea.

  Lois: wow they’re having a writers convention, that would work

  Tasha: I have no clue, wouldn’t that be too cool, let me google real quick and see.

  Five minutes was all it took.

  Tasha: no writer’s anything. Nothing’s going on there.

  Lois: Your quiet Gloria

  Gloria: Im herring

  Gloria: here

  Gloria: how’s james lois

  Sheri: check other hotels there and see if they have a function that fits. I can say I’m going.

  Gloria: your going Sheri?

  Lois: he’s still hot and gorging Gloria

  Lois: gorgeous! Lmao but he is gorging too

  Sheri: lmao

  Tasha: you women kill me with your typos

  Lois: james calls them fraudian typography

  Lois: lmao, TYPOS

  Sheri: you guys really need to proof before you enter. Tasha and I are the only ones that don’t look like we type with our feet.

  Tasha: Maybe they should try stupid phones.

  Tasha: I’m going google events in my area guys, ttyl.

  Gloria: I need to go clean, tasha please let me know what you end up deciding.

  Lois: and let me know what you plan on wearing teehee

  Sheri: just let me know what your plan is period. I may actually be able to visit you, I’m free this weekend, so see if you can arrange something for Saturday night, that’ll give me time to get there.

  Gloria: bring a gun sheri. Shoot that bastard if he turns out nuts.

  Lois: you could get an adjoining room sheri! Wish I could go

  Sheri: you know I never leave home without my shotgun.

  Tasha: oh sheri, that would be soooooo much better if you were here. let me go google and I’ll get back to you

  Sheri: lois, you just keep sexting james and telling us all about it.

  Lois: you should try it sheri!

  Sheri: If I sexted jim, he’d think somebody stole my phone.

  Tasha: lmfao. Sheri, I love you.

  Sheri: tell me what you find tomorrow, I’m going to bed. Love you guys. Goodnight.

  Lois: lmao, night sheri

  Gloria: goognight Sheri. Well this muskysteer needs to go clean the kitchen

  Lois: musky steer?

  Tasha: rotf. Go shower Gloria

  Gloria: *musketeer shut up

  Tasha: bye guys
be back soon

  Took only thirty minutes to find out a function that was remotely close to something I could do. I sighed and let them know.

  Tasha: Found something. Holidome is having a women’s convention

  Lois: ohhhh nice.

  Tasha: yeah, with the church of Christ. On how to be a woman after God’s own heart.

  Gloria: I think that’s a sign Tasha.

  Lois: Maybe it’s a sign telling her it’s okay Gloria, we can’t pretend to know what is right or wrong in this.

  Gloria: lois, I think it’s CLEAR what is right and wrong heresy. Tasha’s not stupid when it comes to God.

  I raised my brows, wondering what that was supposed to mean.

  Lois: whatever you decide, we’ll stand by you. And if you need anything to wear, I have a gift card for Victoria Secret.

  Gloria: I have a gift card to the Christian Book Store too, let me know if you want it.

  Tasha: Gloria, please. I get that you’re worried, and I know how wrong this seems to you but…I’m not so sure what’s okay anymore. I have the right to do this you know. Even God said so. I have the right to a divorce if he’s committed adultery.

  Gloria: then get a divorce, don’t comma adultery back.

  Lois: well, why not, same thing, just without papers.

  Gloria: commit

  Tasha: I need to think. And talk to Morgain, he’s been blonging. Brb

  Morgan: please talk to me

  Tasha: soooo sorry, talking to the girls in chat

  Morgan: About?

  Tasha: what do you think?

  Morgan: Us? What are they saying

  Tasha: Sheri wants to come along.

  Morgan: Not in the same room

  Tasha: why not?

  Morgan: Because I need to touch you.

  Oh God, I needed him to.

  Tasha: Adjoining room?

  Morgan: Yes. I only have one request.

  I bit my lip, literally throbbing for him.

  Tasha: what?

  Morgan: That you wear a dress, high heels, and no panties and bra.

  Tasha: WHAT? This isn’t supposed to be sexual Morgan.

  And yet my clit throbbed at his words. Shit.

  Morgan: I’ve never been attracted to another woman like I am to you.

  I hated that he was probably just saying that and new I was a fool to believe him. But he was different. All these months had proven that. He was always kind and respectful. Mr. Stevie was responsible for this change. I needed to thank him.

  Tasha: You haven’t even met me in person. That pic of me is soooooo photoshopped.

  I held my breath, waiting for his response. Holy shit, he’d never like me. Wrinkles at the corners of my eyes, eyelids worn out and tired looking, skin mooshy—mostly cause I didn’t work out. Shit…that reminded me of those damn dimples on my thighs. Oh God, and stretch marks on my breasts! They were barely noticeable but still, Jesus. I was not ready for a public viewing.

  Morgan: Sorry, bathroom break. Tasha, I know you’re age, I know you’re pic is photoshopped, you’re beautiful, don’t say another word.

  Dammit he was too sweet. Hope he wasn’t sorry.

  Tasha: I have a condition too.

  Morgan: what?

  Tasha: Clothes stay on.

  Morgan: lol. It’s a deal.

  Tasha: why is that funny?

  Morgan: Cause you’re wearing a dress with no panties and bra.

  Tasha: you’re…shit, right. God I’ve not felt like this in so long.

  Morgan: Neither have I. Never, actually. Hey…

  Tasha: what?

  Morgan: I need to know something…

  Tasha: What

  Morgan: are you hot right now?

  Hollllly freeeeeking cow. Every nerve in my body danced as I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip.

  Tasha: Not really, I’m running the AC.

  Morgan: lol. You know what I mean.

  Tasha: I do?

  Morgan: Do you want me…right now.

  I smiled through all the stomach flutters.

  Tasha: Yes.

  Morgan: Good. I need to tell you things.

  Tasha: Okay.

  Morgan: I want to lick you. Everywhere. Especially right where I know you’re hot.

  Oh shit oh shit oh shit.

  Morgan: Touch it for me, Tasha. Please.

  Oh my God.

  Morgan: Slowly. Right on your clit. Pretend it’s my tongue.

  Oh my God.

  Heart racing, I slid my hand in my panties to find myself soaking wet. No surprise. I slowly circled my middle finger over my clit, imagining what he said. Oh God. So good.

  I glanced at the screen.

  Morgan: Are you doing it?

  I used my free hand to type my Yes.

  Morgan: mmmm, good. Will you come for me? Right now?

  I moaned and typed my yes again.

  Morgan: God, I’m so hard for you. Do you mind if I come with you?

  Tasha: please.

  Morgan: you’re so wet, aren’t you.

  Tasha: yes

  Morgan: I want you so much. Slip your finger in your sweet pussy for me.

  I did, then returned to rubbing my clit in those soft circles.

  Morgan: Are you in your bed?

  Tasha: yes

  Morgan: do it sitting up. Hold your legs wide open for me.

  Tasha: yes

  I did as he said, putting the computer on my right since I was left handed.

  Tasha: It’s so hot

  Morgan: And your clit is hard. Mmmm Tasha…wet your nipple with you pussy juices…make it hard like your pretty clit.

  Oh God I loved that talk. I did it, feeling my orgasm right there already.

  Morgan: feels good baby?

  Tasha: yes yes

  Morgan: My cock is so hard for you. I just want to slide it deep inside you. Do you like to be fucked hard Tasha? Like in the book?

  Tasha: god yes.

  Morgan: I’m going to hold your legs open wide and fuck you slowly first. But before it’s over with, your pretty tits will be bouncing when I pound into you. I want you to scream my name. I want to kiss you while you orgasm.

  That was so it, I let my climax have me, keeping my moans quiet out of habit, relishing in the electrical storm shuddering through me while imagining Morgan’s tongue stroking mine. Imagined those hard muscles under my fingers.

  When it was over, tears filled my eyes.

  Tasha: I wished you were holding me now

  Morgan: you had it baby?

  Tasha: mmm yes.

  Morgan: then you’re wrapped in my arms and I’m kissing you softly.

  I pulled the computer back on my lap with a sigh of longing slash misery.

  Tasha: Saturday night at the Holiday Inn. There’s a women’s convention on how to be a woman after God’s heart. Morgan, I’m horrible.

  Morgan: you were meant to be loved Tasha. Cherished. Honored. Respected. There’s nothing wrong with having that. It would be wrong not to.

  Tasha: why do you care?

  Morgan: I don’t know why, I never questioned my feelings for you, I’m too thrilled with them to care why. I’ve never felt so much longing in my life. And I’ve had many opportunities.

  A pang of jealousy streaked through me.

  Tasha: bet you had all the women you’ve ever wanted.

  Morgan: I could have. But I’ve only been with a handful. And I know what I feel for you Tasha, it’s driving me crazy, like I can’t really begin to live until I have you.

  Tasha: what are you saying Morgan? I have all these kids, have you lost your mind?

  Morgan: we’ll take it very slow, you know how I feel about kids, I love them. Especially yours.

  Oh my God, was this really happening? Could I really leave my husband and start over? I’d always thought no. And Morgan did seem to love my kids. He was faithfully attentive to every detail of their life. I never thought I’d meet another man so attentive to kids, but he was. And
my God, he wanted me?

  Seemed impossible. Like a stupid dream.

  Chapter Four

  “Where are you going?” I frowned at the endless rudeness called my husband as he walked through the living room with five pieces of luggage hanging off of him.

  “That business trip I told you about? Sure you don’t remember.”

  “What? You never told me you were going on a business trip. I think I’d remember something like that, maybe you’re confusing me with somebody else.”

  He managed to open the door. “Or you had your nose in the computer when I told you.”

  My insides tightened into knots. “Well yes, I love my computer, it means everything to me, it even has a vibrator setting so that I can put between my legs and really have my wildest fantasies come true.”

  Without even giving me the privilege of even a look, he shut the door with, “Lower your voice dear. No need to hurt the children in your backslidings.”

  I fought the urge to fly out the door and attack him. Scratch his eyes out. That bastard. Backslidings! I yanked the door open. “You’d know all about backslidings wouldn’t you dear husband!”

  He didn’t even turn.

  “You fucking bastard!” I yelled as he opened the car door.

  Seeing he wasn’t going to return fire, I marched back into the house, slammed the door, rattling it in its frame. I hoped he heard it. I paced up and down in the living room then looked at the precious vases he loved on the shelf. I stormed to one and hurried out the door with it. He was gone.

  I growled through the tears and slammed it on the sidewalk. Hating the shatter, hating him, hating that he’d left me in this fury with all these children to pretend. Hating that I’d have to fucking clean it.

  Then it dawned on me.

  I hurried to my room, got the phone, and dialed my long haired, bearded weirdo of a husband. What woman could even want him? Apparently some fat, hippy kai yay whore belonging to an Amish cult. Ever since the adultery, his hair seemed to bloom from every pore, like the bastard was shooting up Miracle Grow.

  Wow. Maybe he was fucking five of those holy harlots.

  He answered the phone without a word.

  “What’s your fucking problem, have I pissed you off, Jedadiah?”

  A long sigh. Like he was tired. Not half as tired as I am motherfucker.

  “You have your beloved computer, you should be happy.”

  “Exactly how long will you be gone Jed?”