Zane's Z-Rated: Chocolate Flava 3

by Zane

  “Thank you all for coming to Friendship Tabernacle’s Fourth Annual Youth Center fund-raiser, honoring Atlanta’s Black business leaders who are as generous with their time as they are with their donations.”

  Clap and look interested, Kellie.

  “Our first honoree is a man who came to Atlanta with a good idea and unstoppable determination. Today, Mr. Roderick Tyler is the founder and CEO of Tyler Foods.”

  Time to clap again.

  “And ladies, he’s single.”

  Oh, that was the punch line. Small laugh; more clapping. I wonder if I’ll get home in time to catch the end of the basketball game.

  “Good afternoon, everyone.” His voice was velvet, catching my attention for real. There he stood, the vaguely familiar specimen I’d noticed earlier. “I’m humbled by this honor and share it with my two senior vice presidents. Without them, I could not do the good work I try to do.”

  That voice buttered my skin. “Gabby,” I whispered. “Did we go to school with him?”

  “No, he graduated from T.U.”

  Rick from Tennessee. Suddenly, I wasn’t sitting so straight in my chair. I wanted to slink out of the emergency exit. I bit softly on my lip, trying not to indulge the memories, but that voice, damn it, was bringing back every delicious detail with each rolling word.

  • • •

  “You could crash at our place, if you want.” Gabby made the suggestion from behind her third Rum Runner daiquiri. The noise in that slushy bar was so loud she had to repeat herself. I wasn’t too surprised. Gabby was always the more outgoing one among us, dragging me along for the ride under duress. But that night I was too drunk to care that she hadn’t bothered asking me before offering up our floor to some guys we’d just met. Besides, it was Freaknik weekend, a 200,000-strong college block party where anything goes. Not to mention how fine these men were—three flavors; chocolate, caramel, and butterscotch. I wouldn’t have minded a taste of any of them.

  When the place closed, we spilled into the street with the rest of the crowd. Rick drove and we passed plenty of chicks acting a fool—booty-poppin’ on the back of pickup trucks and flashing everything you could imagine.

  The thought blew past: I don’t even know these dudes. My mother would kill me. But I’d turned twenty that week and as far as I was concerned, I was grown.

  What were the rest of their names? Sean? Sam, no, it was Sam. And the light-skinned one was Jeff, I think. They were cousins, both on the basketball team, giving us something to talk about back in our apartment. I acted like the night would end with some friendly sports talk and extra blankets. But Rick’s cornrows and smooth, onyx skin had me stealing looks when I thought no one would notice. Sitting on my desk with his feet in the chair, he had plenty of swagger and was all about letting me know it.

  “You got a light?” he asked me, producing a freshly rolled blunt. The bass in his voice only made me want to do his bidding.

  “Gabby’s the Newport fiend. Gab. Hey, Gabby.” I tapped her shoulder, but she was passed out cold on the sofa. Shaking my head, I fished a lighter from her purse and handed it over. I’d only smoked weed one time before and was looking forward to the second.

  “Looks like your roommate is going to miss out,” Rick noted through a plume of smoke, then passed the blunt my way.

  I took it strong, like I did that kind of thing every weekend, and shrugged. “Her loss.”

  Rick smiled at this, a smug smirk with his tongue making a tantalizing appearance. Then he nodded in his friends’ direction. “We’re fixin’ to play a game. If you can handle it, that is.”

  “A game? What, like Truth or Dare?”

  Rick laughed. “More like just dare.”

  Sam took the blunt next and dragged on it slowly while my skin started to prickle and burn. Was it the weed, or the anticipation of what he meant? I couldn’t tell.

  “Jeff, you want to tell her how it goes?” Rick asked.

  Jeff choked out a laugh after taking a hit. “Sure. You see, there’s only one rule: Try to say, ‘Stop.’”

  “Stop?” The word made me nervous, Rick could tell.

  “Hold up, Jeff. Don’t scare the girl, damn.” He jumped off the desk and raised his hands. “It goes like this: You say stop, we stop. You say it, and we lose.”

  “And if I don’t tell you to stop?” I pressed, curious to say the least.

  “If you don’t, then we win.”

  Sam slapped Jeff’s hand with a sideways grin. “Yeah, and she wins, too, right, cousin?” Jeff slapped him back, nodding in return.

  And then they were all quiet, waiting on my response. “Okay, so the big question is … what are you going to do to me?”

  Jeff began to slip off his belt. “See, now that’s the hard part. You won’t know until it’s happening.” He let the belt drag on the floor and reached for my hand. “Come on, pretty girl. Let’s see how you do.”

  Already the word was on my lips. I could have won the game right then and there with the way my chastity was pounding in my ears. But no, I was following Jeff into my bedroom, with Rick slipping his hands under my shirt and Sam closing the door behind us.

  I turned on the light, but Rick shut it just as fast. He went to the window and raised the blinds instead. Just outside in the quad, the streetlamp blinked and stuttered, washing the room with an erratic strobe.

  In my bra, I sat on the edge of my bed, my heart in my throat, and tried to think of something to say. “That thing is annoying as hell. Keeps me awake every night.”

  Rick moved next to me on the bed, dragging his finger over my lips. “No, it’s perfect. Just enough to see what we’re doing.”

  He was so close to me, a dark silhouette cut in sharp angles. With only the slightest hint of pressure, his finger glided over my bottom lip, curling around my teeth. Grinning with moistened lips, he let it wander along the rim, encouraging me to open wider. It came slowly at first, his tongue sweeping past my trembling lips with deft restraint. He was easing me backward and I expected to feel the cool of my sheets underneath me. Instead, the bed dipped and I landed in Jeff’s lap.

  “You ready?” Jeff asked me.

  But I couldn’t answer that question. I didn’t have a clue.

  Rick inhaled sharply, sucking the breath from my lungs, and whipping his tongue against mine while Jeff lifted my arms into the air and wound his belt around my wrists.

  My eyes snapped open. I was scared shitless, mostly because the fear turned me on. I should tell them to stop. I should … oh, but damn, that feels good.

  Sam was kissing my stomach. Twirling licks dancing across my skin made my hips roll in a request for more. Jeff nibbled at my fingertips two at a time, watching Sam go to task on my belly button.

  Rick placed his lips at my ear, toying with my earring between his teeth. “Just say the word, Kellie. Say it.” His voice quaked through steamy breath, blanketing my neck.

  No. I didn’t want to say it, even if the leather was cinching my skin. Instead, I welcomed Rick’s hand on my thigh, pulling one leg apart from the other and challenging the elasticity of my miniskirt as it retreated above my crotch.

  Sam didn’t skip a beat, placing his fingers flat against my cotton panties, tapping on the heat and moisture seeping through. He looked up at me with those bedroom eyes and I watched his chin disappear beyond my skirt.

  Thick lips wrapped over my cunt like a perfectly rounded cup of warmth while he sent a long, hot surge of breath leaking through my panties.

  I thought that I would fucking explode.

  Arching against Jeff’s thighs made him tighten his grip on the belt, wrapped tight enough already to ache. Rick swallowed my moan as soon as it left my mouth, kissing me more deeply than before.

  And then Sam exhaled again, this time with his broad tongue pressed against my clit through the fabric. I cried out and Sam still didn’t remove my panties. He kept them intact, torturing me with that brilliant tongue, soaking them as the fabric slid over my hungry puss
y while he lapped at me steadily. Stop? I had forgotten the meaning of the word. It wasn’t in my vocabulary.

  Three tongues were having their way with me—and what now? Switching positions? The idea alone had me stirring on the bed like an epileptic in heat. Everything I had been taught, every lesson in dignity and self-respect my parents grilled into me, was dulled under the weight of my desire.

  When Rick stood up, the others followed in a routine choreographed to the second. Jeff kept hold of my wrists and plunged his tongue into my mouth while Sam scooped one of my breasts from my bra. Rick pulled the soaked crotch of my panties to the side and blew. The cool air made me whimper. His hot, tender licks made me delirious.

  I could hear Gabby’s voice. “Chuck played golf with him a few weeks ago.” She had that pleased-with-herself look on her face as she folded her napkin on the table.

  “What are you talking about?” I asked her, all the chatter of the reception room suddenly present. People were busy mingling and only the two of us were left at the table.

  “Don’t get cold feet on me now, Kellie. Five minutes ago you said you wanted to meet him.”

  “Who?”

  “Roderick.” She sighed. “Were you even listening to me?”

  “Gabby, no—”

  “Too late,” she muttered from the side of her mouth and then produced one of her winning smiles. “Ah, here he is; the man of the hour.”

  Rick smiled back. “Chuck, your woman greets you like that every time you see her?”

  Gabby tossed one of her flighty laughs into the air and Chuck cleared his throat. “You remember Gabby, of course. And this is her old college roommate, Kellie Pierce.”

  “Who are you calling old, Chuck?” I quipped. Oh, help me, Jesus. Rick smelled delicious and looked even better.

  “Kellie is heading up distribution down at C.C. now. Maybe she’ll do a brother right and cut you in on a better soda deal,” Gabby purred, trying to hook me up, but having no idea it was the second time she’d done the honors. “Chuck, come bid on something for me in the silent auction,” she cooed, pulling him away, and flashed a wink over her shoulder. How did she always manage to get me into trouble?

  “Remind me to thank her,” Rick said once they’d left.

  “Well, I’m not exactly sure if I can do anything on your beverage contract.”

  “No, this thank you is about fifteen years overdue.”

  Oh, shit.

  He lowered his voice and stroked his goatee. “Kellie, with those big green eyes. If I tried, I bet I could still remember how you taste.” All the blood rushed right to my toes and back to my head. How dare he talk to me like that? How dare my body react the way it did? “We have some unfinished business, don’t you think? Our game ended in a tie.”

  I cut my eyes. “I was drunk. I don’t even remember what happened that night.”

  Rick laughed. “You wanted us to dig you out; all three of us. You were begging for it.” Then leaning closer, he added, “But, baby, that’s no way to lose your virginity.”

  My jaw clenched. “That wasn’t for you to decide.”

  “You were in over your head, Kellie. Even now, you won’t admit that?”

  I’d spent a whole lot of nights imagining it ending differently. I wanted them, all right—in my mouth, in my pussy … every one of them. I copped a sly grin, remembering their exit. “Your boys were mad as hell.”

  “Yeah, left with blue balls. Both of them tried to kick my ass.”

  I laughed and then paused, just looking at him. “You ruined me anyway, you know.”

  He frowned.

  I’d had my share of romantic trysts and long since said farewell to my hymen, but nothing, no one had come close to what they did to me. “How can one man ever compare with three?” I questioned.

  “Let me take you out and we’ll put that to the test.”

  “You mean a proper date?”

  “I don’t know how proper it’ll be. I’ll leave that up to you.”

  Damn him. Rick had me trippin’ over how to play this. Do we go out for sushi and have a respectable conversation or screw the pretense and just throw down in my hallway?

  When the doorbell found me still in my robe trying to choose what to wear, I decided to just say, “Fuck it.”

  “I know I’m not early, Kellie,” Rick commented when I opened the door. “That’s a very nice robe.”

  “Silk. Hermès, actually.” I leaned casually against the door frame, trying to tuck my heart back in my chest.

  “You going to invite me in?”

  “Have a seat on the sofa,” I offered. “I’ll only be a few minutes.” I led, he followed; the silk flowing as I walked.

  He sank into the leather and snatched my wrist, pulling me onto his lap. My robe fluttered and fell away from my thighs, leaving me bare from the waist down, and his hand slipped readily between my legs with a probing finger circling my clit.

  “You don’t want to go out to dinner,” he declared, simply.

  “No, I’m not really hungry,” I breathed, licking my lips just inches from his.

  “Is that right?” he said, sliding his finger deep inside me. “You seem pretty hungry to me.”

  “What about you?” I asked, squirming against his hand.

  “Me? I’m fucking starving,” Rick growled and flipped me onto my knees. I held on to the back of the sofa, steadying myself as he tugged my belt loose. First one wrist and then the other was wrapped in the silk before he tied the belt in a bow behind my back. He moved so quickly, I could barely keep up.

  “You going to say it, Kellie? Can you?”

  There I was, picking right up where we’d left off so many years ago. Still tingling over the control he had over me. Still creaming with anticipation for what was next.

  Rick was busy burying his face in my ass and sliding his tongue back and forth under my clit when the doorbell rang again.

  “Who the hell?” I wasn’t expecting anyone else, though maybe I was hoping. He left me limp against the sofa to open the door. Jeff and Sam walked in, looking as tasty as ever.

  “I see you already started,” Jeff said, undressing as he came closer. I gasped when he dropped his pants; a thick, sand-colored cock was rising before my eyes. He spoke to me. “You should see how beautiful you look. All grown up now, huh, pretty girl?”

  Sam walked over to me, too, and dragged his finger down my back, sending a shiver over my skin. “The one that got away,” he said to no one in particular.

  I couldn’t wait one second longer. I popped my head onto that beautiful dick bobbing in front of my face.

  Rick pulled his cock free from his fly and rushed on a condom. He placed his hands on my hips and plunged into my dripping pussy, rolling inside me like a tidal wave. Jeff guided his cock to the back of my throat and out again completely.

  I sucked the hell out of that cock like that blowjob had been fifteen years in the making. Jeff took one hand to toy at my ass. Rick moistened me right up by dripping his warm spit on the tight ring just as Jeff’s finger slipped in, followed closely by another. Across the room, Sam plucked a tube from his pocket before discarding his jeans, then took a seat on my club chair and slickened his latex-covered shaft.

  Before I knew it, I was being whisked off the sofa by my bound wrists and scooped up by Rick. He placed me into Sam’s outstretched arms, my legs draping over them and spread as wide as possible. I was open. Everything was wide fucking open, including my eyes, and I watched keenly as they went about adjusting themselves for the perfect angle.

  “You ready?” Rick’s voice was smoky and sweet.

  “Hell, yes!”

  Sam was first, lowering me onto his cock and pressing into my ass with slow precision. With patience he filled me with what I asked for, claiming each inch I gave him. I would lose my virginity to them after all—at least in that way.

  Rick watched my face, giving me a moment to get used to Sam stroking my ass. Until it made my eyes roll back. He waited, rub
bing his purple head on my clit for the sign, and took me deep when it came.

  I stared right back at him with the same intensity, my mouth round with a kind of pleasure I didn’t even know existed. They were fucking me, and teaching me, both at the same time, exchanging turns churning in tandem. I was the novice; they were apparently the experts, rolling ever faster into my depths, revving me like an engine ’til I was humming. Rick groaned, a low, dull rumble from deep in his chest—music to my ears against the backdrop of Sam’s heavy breaths. I knotted my hands together as they racked against his flexing abs, my shoulders crying out for release as much as my pussy.

  Jeff took a step closer then and pushed his cock into my moaning mouth. It was more than I imagined; more cock than I’d thought I could take. But the three of them flowed in and out of me, smooth like hot chocolate in the dead of winter. They had me, finally, the way it would have been. Should have been.

  In a show of force, Jeff thrust his cock forward and I gagged on it as it choked back the words in my throat.

  “Hold on, she wants to say something,” Rick said and Jeff withdrew just as quickly. Everyone froze.

  “Don’t … don’t …” I gritted my teeth. “Don’t fucking stop!”

  Don’t Open Until Ramadan

  Abdul-Qaadir Taariq Bakari-Muhammad

  In the name of Allah, the Beneficent, the

  Merciful, All Praises are due to Allah!

  Dear Diary,

  I am writing to you because Ramadan this year will be quite different. My man, soon-to-be “husband,” will be working a different shift at his job for the next six months. You see, he’s a security officer and every six months, his job rotates everybody’s shifts. So, to make a long story short, I won’t be getting any dick on the regular, which is normally during the daytime. As them white girls used to say, “Bummer.” Ha, ha. His name is Taariq Kareem—dark skin, intelligent, thick, and sexxxxxxy in all the right places. Like I said, he’s smart and thoughtful, I might add. He knows I like to film myself while I masturbate in various positions. So, he went and bought me an unusual vibrator. He knows I like movies that are considered swashbucklers. There is just something that opens the floodgates seeing men swinging their swords in the air, all in the hopes of fucking some damsel nowhere near distress.