I decided not to tell her that I planned on cooking the food and having the house covered in candles by the time he made it back.
“Okay, Savannah, I know you know what you’re doing. Get enough for me! I’ve been working so much I haven’t even had time to masturbate.”
Sandy worked for a historian, rejuvenating priceless artifacts without taking away from their worth. Her job took a lot of concentration and attention to detail. I missed her dearly but knew our schedules didn’t allow for frequent visits, so I promised to visit on my next vacation and said bye.
At about a quarter to five, I received a text message from Dre asking if it was okay to come back at 8 PM. I text back, Yes and come hungry. I started cooking dinner and then got dressed.
The dress fit my body like a glove. I must thank her for it again. I changed my mind about wearing heavy makeup and only applied eye shadow and a thin layer of lip gloss.
My hair was easy to do since it was so short. Next, I slipped on my heels. Right as I dropped the lobsters in the boiling water, I got a call from the security gate.
Dre was almost an hour early which worked out fine since the only thing that needed to be cooked was the lobster tails. He had brought the frozen, pre-cooked ones, so they only needed 10 minutes of boiling.
I buzzed him in and then peeked out of the window. He had changed clothes. He was now wearing a long sleeve Christian Audigier shirt with matching jeans. It was hard to see what kind of shoes he was wearing, but they matched in color.
He had his dreads pulled back and his cell phone stuck to his ear. As I walked to the door to unlock it, I could hear his cell phone powering off. Thank you, Jesus. No more unwanted interruptions.
I opened up the door. “Welcome back.”
Looking like an embarrassed child by the way he put his head down, he said, “Glad to be welcomed back.”
I led him into the dimly lit dining area and sat him down. His eyes followed me all around the kitchen. “It smells good in here, Savannah; who you pay to cook while I was gone?”
Giving him the middle finger, I placed jumbo shrimps, asparagus and three-cheese mashed potatoes on his plate. I did the same for myself as the lobster tails continued to cook.
I handed him a bottle of red wine to open and he poured us a glass and then sparked up a blunt. He hit it three times and passed it and told me to put it out when I was done. I did.
As I was walking to my side of the table to sit down, he beat me there and pulled out my chair. After I was seated, we prayed over the food.
“Savannah, I got to be real with you. I had dreams of having a meal like this with a beautiful and educated woman like yourself when I was in college and the shit never happened. So, you got to excuse me if it seems like I’m overdoing it.”
I sipped my wine and said, “Just be you, that’s who I want to get to know.”
Over dinner, he told me what the call was about. It seemed his boy, Mike, had accepted $1200 for some product that he was expecting $1500 for. He not only got the missing $300 back, but convinced the guy to spend an additional $1000 with him.
Drug selling stories don’t impress me. I didn’t stop him because he was giving me all the details of his day, which prevented me from asking why he didn’t hurry back. Dre has so much potential. If he would just get a real job and start over, we might be able to date.
Once dinner was done, he insisted on washing the dishes while I found a NBA playoff game to watch. He joined me on the couch and pulled me closer to him. I heard him breathe in deeply and then watched his pants rise.
I was wearing “Love Spell” and it looked like he was under my magic. I placed my hand on his zipper, rubbing softly to acknowledge his hard-on. He kissed my neck. I looked up at him and he grabbed my face and started kissing me long and hard.
His mouth tasted so good and his lips were soft and sweet, like the wine we had been drinking. His pants rose higher so I freed the beast from his cage and let him run free.
What a beautiful piece of artwork he had hiding beneath his pants. It must have been nine inches and it didn’t curve at all. His balls were evenly proportioned on each side. It was a masterpiece. I fell to my knees and swallowed the whole thing. It fit perfectly down my throat.
Going up and down on his shaft, adding more in my mouth with every bob of my head, I started sucking on the head of it and then going right back down until my chin rested in his hairs, which were neatly trimmed.
Covering his girth in my saliva, I stroked it with my hands as I placed both of his balls in my mouth. He let out a deep moan.
“Damn, you’re beautiful!” He said this when our eyes met and my mouth was filled to capacity with his balls.
I started sucking his girth again; this time much faster and a lot wetter than before. I moaned and played with my clit as I sucked it. He pulled it out of my mouth and then laid me on the floor.
Sliding his hands up my legs, he removed my panties and began licking my pearl tongue and sucking on it with his lips at the same time. The vibration his mouth was giving off sent chills throughout my entire body. “You even taste sweet, baby,” he moaned.
He went back down and started all over again with the licking and sucking. He then nibbled on my inner lips from side to side. I couldn’t take it anymore. “I want it, Dre. What are you waiting for?”
He dug in his back pocket and came out with a condom. Lifting my dress over my head, he kissed both of my hard nipples while putting the condom on.
He squeezed both of my breasts together and placed both nipples into his mouth, sucking hard. Using his legs to spread my legs, he put the tip of his rock solid dick in me. Dre threw out the 30-second rule within the first five strokes, causing me to cum and shake from his first deep stroke.
He tucked my thighs into the folds of his arms and went deeper. I don’t know what he hit, but it made tears roll out of my eyes. Wiping my eyes with his index fingers, he buried his face into my breasts. This went on for about 20 minutes and then he flipped me on top of him.
I became the cowgirl I was used to being. I rode him from the bottom of his shaft and back up, then circled around his head and dropped back down. I grinded hard and used my hips to make him squint his eyes. “Hell naw, this shit ain’t going to work.”
He flipped me on my stomach and hit me doggy-style while talking shit the whole time. “So you thought you was going to ride me and make me nut, huh? You can forget that; I’m going to be inside you ‘til the sun comes up.”
I bit the sheets in hopes to cover up the scream I felt coming, but it didn’t work. “Damn, Dre, Shit!” The words felt perfect flowing out of my mouth! He put my arms together by my elbows and banged my back out.
“You’re going to be mines, ain’t that right?” I didn’t answer, so he went deeper “I said ain’t that right, Savannah?” His sex was off the chain.
I screamed out “YES” and wasn’t sure if I meant it or not, but we could work something out. He pulled his girth out of me and began slapping my ass with it.
“Damn, this pussy good. Get back on your back; let me see how much you can take.” I should have stayed on my knees. When I got back in the missionary position, there was nothing missionary about it.
There was something about the word pussy that was sexier to me than anything else you can call it. There was a dirtier feel about it, no more daddy’s little girl; there was a desire and a craving for me and my pussy. For that moment in time, in the arms of a real man, I felt like I was a woman. Pure feline with the heart of a lion. Like a wild cat- free and able to be me. There was completeness to that very same moment our cocoa-butter skin tones met that let me know the Queen has met her King.
The way the word slid out of his mouth made me want to be as free as I wanted to be sexually with him, but there was one problem. Dre was working with way too much. He dug his girth so deep inside of me that his balls rest in between my butt checks and I couldn’t move.
“Dre, you’re too deep,” I screamed out.
He just smiled like he was possessed and said, “No, I ain’t because you’re still awake. Got to go into overtime; forgot you’re an athlete.”
I don’t remember how it ended because I was awakened by the same thing that caused me to go to sleep, him fucking the shit out of me.
It had to be about eight in the morning before he actually called it quits and I only know that because his phone rang and I opened my eyes to glance at the clock. He must have turned his phone back on while I was sleep. All I know is when I woke up around noon; I was naked, uncovered and alone.
After I soaked in the tub to try and help heal the soreness from the beating I received, I called Dre's cell, no answer.
I waited an hour and tried again, still no answer. I didn’t want to look attached, so I decided not to call him again until I had washed all my clothes and packed for my trip back home to Atlanta.
I kept watching the clock. It seemed like the time was going by slowly. It had only been an hour since my last attempt to reach Dre, but it felt like days.
Okay, Savannah, get your shit together, girl, he is just another nigga. But, was he just another nigga? I hadn’t experienced one like him before. Yes, he had some similarities to other men I dated, but that just qualified him as my type, right?
I do want a man like Dre, someone who could tame my hot ass and keep me in line, but what about his baby mama? I had so many thoughts and unanswered questions.
I heard music playing in my head, All You Got to do is Say Yes by Floetry. Oh, shit, that was my phone ringing. Technically, it was my text message tone DRE!
I hit my pinkie toe on the laundry room door frame trying to get to it. The pain shot up my leg to my knee and brought me down hard to the floor. I didn’t have time to nurse the pain; I had to get to that phone. I scooted across the floor until I reached the couch and grabbed my phone.
To my disappointment, it was Sandy, texting me to get the details of my night with Dre. I threw the phone back down. I wasn’t in the mood for girl talk at all.
I know I promised to wait before I called again, but a text message was not considered a call, now was it? I texted, I’m heading home tonight and would like to see you before I leave if possible.
Do you know I waited four hours and did not get a return text? Who in the hell does he think I am? I went from anger to concern and back. It was time to get on the road if I was going to make it home at a decent hour, but I didn’t want to miss his return if there was going to be one, so I decided to take off on Monday.
I sat on the couch until I fell asleep, waiting on Dre. I woke up from hearing the kids in my complex grouping up to walk to their school buses.
I waited until seven o’clock before I dialed his number. Once again, I got forwarded to voicemail. I was planning on leaving a fuck you message, but decided to play it cool.
“Hey, Dre, just wanted to thank you again for all the great southern hospitality; see you around.”
I grabbed my shit, erased his number out of my phone, and headed to my car to leave Tennessee behind. Fuck Dre!
Chapter 5: The Intrusion
When I got back Alpharetta, I had so many voice messages on my house phone it was unbelievable. Sandy was nosier than I thought. I had five messages from her telling me that she needed all the dirty details and if I didn’t call her back, she was on her way.
I had a “Just checking on you” message from my daddy. He must have called my office looking for me and I was right because my last message was from Stephanie telling me my father called saying he was worried sick about me because he hadn’t heard from me in two weeks.
I called him to calm his nerves. Since Memphis was shot in the leg, he has called me once a week and that was over three years ago. Memphis was selling dope and got shot which is a different life than I lived, but I made sure to give him safety updates so he could have peace of mind.
I was glad I took the day off; it gave me time to take a few items to the cleaners and prepare for a hell of a work week. I had final contract meetings with two of my six-figure clients on Friday and wanted to work on my proposal, correcting any weaknesses I had overlooked.
While walking out of Starbucks from getting my daily mocha Frappuccino, I got a call from Dre.
“Hey, baby, how you are?” The sound of his voice made all the anger I had in me come back, but I still needed to play smooth.
“Hey.”
There was a pause after my response and then he said, “I got your calls, messages and shit, but you know Sundays are family days, so everything else gets put on hold. But, I wanted to see you, too; where you at?”
I took a deep breath and tried hard not to snap. “I’m in Atlanta getting myself ready for work. Look, Dre, what do you want from me? I need to know because it sounds like you, your son and your baby mama got everything squared away.”
He cleared his throat. “My baby mama and son ain’t got shit to do with me and you, and I know you upset at how I just shook you without a goodbye, but my life with them comes first. Now it’s your time, baby. Are you going to invite me to Atlanta tonight or what?”
Instead of replying, I just hung up. Dre was trouble. He made me feel so weak and dumb-minded and that is not a comfortable feeling.
He didn’t try to call back and I’m glad he didn’t. I stopped at Justin’s, grabbed a to-go order and ate in front of the TV alone. My peaceful meal was interrupted by a call from Mike, Dre’s boy.
“Is this Savannah?”
Still staring at my phone, I said, “This is her.” I couldn’t believe he had his boy do his dirty work. I hope he is not calling to confront me about hanging up the phone because we can have a repeat of the incident right now.
“Aye, this is Mike, Dre’s friend. We met at the gas station. Anyways, my boy asked me to call you and tell you to meet him at your place in four hours. I can’t go into details, but he said he needs you; tell me you coming.”
I don’t know if it was curiosity or the urgency in his voice that made me get up. “Tell him I’m on my way,” I said, grabbing my purse and shoes. I shot down to my Charger.
It had a full tank and it was faster than the 300. I made it all the way to Chattanooga before I thought about work.
“Stephanie, are you awake.” I hated to call her, but she was the only person who could rearrange my schedule and help me get prepared for Friday. I told her that I had to get some things together in Nashville and wouldn’t be back until Thursday evening.
I asked her to get my slides together on the PowerPoint we had been working on, cancel any lunch dates I had on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, and respond to all inquiries that are over $50,000.
I reminded her to send all my clients their annual thank you cards and goody baskets filled with everything they liked personally. I could hear her writing away as I gave her instruction after instruction.
This is one of the things that lead me to sleeping with her. She knew her job and was good at it, which was a turn on for me.
Stephanie came to me through a temp agency. After her first week of work, I knew I wanted to hire her as my permanent secretary. She was efficient, fast, and knew how to stay a step ahead of my needs.
I would have never made a sexual pass at her. I had an office full of sexual harassment videos given to me by HR and I memorized each one of them. Luckily for me, she came by my house one Saturday afternoon to drop off some dry cleaning she had picked up for me.
She was wearing an Ann Klein Summer Collection yellow dress with sandals. Her hair was pulled back to the side in a ponytail that allowed her hair to fall over her right shoulder. I had never seen her without a business suit on.
As she walked up the pathway to my condo, I could see her hips and breasts protruding from her dress. Her nipples were hard like it was below zero outside. She was bad. Skin the same tone as honey and I bet she dripped slowly like it.
She followed me into my house and laid my clothing across the couch. Bending slightly, I could see how round
her ass really was. She caught me staring so I turned my head to play it off.
“You can look; I’ve been hoping you would.”
Trying to play confused, I said, “What are you talking about?”
She walked up to me, kissed my lips, and said, “I’ve been waiting a year for you to look at me that way.”
I couldn’t muster up anything to say back except, “Is that right?”
Shaking her head, she took a step closer. “I saw your schedule was empty today and thought I’d pencil myself in; I hope you don’t mind.”
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