by ROD HARLEY
“I don’t think that’s the case with this one.” Simone lay on her side, next to me, her elbow on the bed and her head propped up on her hand.
“Okay. Well how long have you known this woman?”
“What difference does that make?” Simone smiled as if getting ready to drop some knowledge on me. She seemed to be enjoying discussing my problems with Toya a bit too much. Our conversation isn’t exactly ideal for pillow talk. Yeah, that’s the way to get a female turned on. Tell her all about the woman you tried to get with, and how she crushed your heart. Why I can hear Simone’s engine revving into overdrive as we speak. Not that it matters because even though Simone is fine as hell, I’m not trying to hook up.
“It makes a difference.”
“Well let’s see,” I said staring up at the ceiling as if deep in thought. “I’d say we’ve been friends for about 24, 25 years.” Simone looked shocked. I smirked. “I guess that makes all that stuff you just told me irrelevant.” Simone playfully punched me in the arm, I laughed. “We’ve been best friends for a very long time,” I continued. “Lived next door to each other when we were shorties.”
“And y’all never hooked up?”
“Not really. We messed around a little when we were younger, but nothing serious.” Simone had a dreamy look in her eyes. “She was my first kiss.”
“Damn, that’s so romantic.” I smiled and had to admit that it was a made for the big screen romantic storyline. Well, it would be if Toya would stop screwing me around.
“Yeah. I guess it is,” I said solemnly. Simone rolled over onto her back.
“Well it’s obvious you are not trying to hook up with me tonight or you wouldn’t have bared your soul to me about your girl, am I right?” I smiled my confirmation. Simone laughed. “Good, I don’t have to worry about you keeping me up all night trying to get some.”
She stood up and started unbuttoning her pants. I observed as she bent over and stepped out of her pant legs one after the other revealing a red thong. The material appeared to be satin. The red fabric separated both sides of her chocolate cushion and accented her hips like someone had carved her from a big ass mound of Hershey’s. Once again the space in my boxers became a little denser.
Simone grabbed the blanket that was folded on the foot of the bed. She spread it open and turned to me. My eyes were glued to her jiggling butt cheeks. “Are you going to get comfortable or what?” I looked up at her confused. “You still have on your, shoes,” she continued. Girl as good as your ass is looking right now, I think that the safest thing for both of us is if I leave on all my clothes, shoes and add a couple layers of clothing from Raoul’s closet for good measure. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to bite you,” she joked. I smiled, slid up to the foot of the bed and slipped off my shoes.
Standing up, I quickly took off my pants, stripping down to my boxers. I looked over at Simone; her eyes were glued to my midsection. I have to admit I did get a feeling of satisfaction from knowing she was watching. My bruised ego needed stroking. I slipped off my shirt exposing my chest and shoulders. Simone’s eyes slowly made their way from my midsection, over my abs, scanning my chest and shoulders. We made eye contact before I looked away and slid back into the bed.
Simone spread the blanket over the bed covering me in the process. Then she slid underneath the blanket lying on her back. I was desperately struggling to keep my hormones in check. The last thing I needed right then was for my buddy to start poking up from under the blanket. Damn girl, just because I’m not trying to hook up doesn’t mean you can just strip naked and hop your fine, chocolate, sexy ass in the bed next to me. I am human you know. And I told her that beautiful women were my vice. My little muscle man was now center stage striking a Flex Wheeler like pose.
I rolled over onto my stomach trying to hide my erection and that shit hurt. Simone giggled as if she were aware of my poorly concealed effort at camouflage. I didn’t care, as long as she couldn’t see it. She rolled over onto her side her back and butt facing me. I got the feeling that her change of position was intended to provoke me.
“What are you going to do about …what’s her name anyway?”
“Toya.”
“Well, what are you going to do about Toya?” I turned on to my side facing her back.
“I don’t know, what do you think I should do?” At that point I would have taken suggestions from anyone. Even a half-naked, chocolate goddess, with a body like Vivica Fox, lying with her thong-laced ass less than a foot from my hard as a cement pole dick. Simone remained quiet for a minute as if deep in thought.
“Maybe you should give her some time to think about it.” I was getting ready to respond when Simone scooted back towards me her ass pressing firmly against my now raging hard on. I tried to move back but the wall behind me wouldn’t allow it. Simone sighed and wiggled her ass on my erection. She was toying with me big time.
“I don’t think I have a choice there. She’s dating some dude now anyway.”
Simone responded with a conspiring “Hmm.” It couldn’t decipher if her hmm was intended to convey a message like that’s too bad or a message like your ass is mine. “That’s a shame,” she said scooting back even further to where my dick was now running parallel to her thong, right down the crack of her ass. I was tucked so deep in her valley that I could feel the dampness in her panties indicating that Simone was as excited as I was.
Lying on my side with my arm pinned to the mattress was putting some serious stress on my joints. My shoulder and elbow were beginning to throb and needed to be stretched out. I put my free arm around Simone’s waist careful not to touch her with my hands, and adjusted my body so that my arm was no longer under the full weight of my body. Simone snuggled into me even tighter. All that stood between me and her valley of chocolate was my boxers and a small strip of red satin. I exhaled.
As hard as I tried to concentrate I couldn’t make my erection subside. I lay in bed like a convict enduring the sluggish procession of time, sentenced to the torment of sharing platonic close quarters with Simone. She was quiet and motionless save the rising and falling of her chest as she breathed and an occasional shimmy of her ass. I was confident that she wasn’t asleep.
The tension in my body at that moment was indescribable. There was no way I was going to get any sleep without getting some release. Simone was right there next to me ripe for the picking. Why was I trying to hold out anyway? Toya was probably at home riding Mt. Malcolm. I slid my hand over Simone’s stomach. I could feel the firmness of her abs. No fat there, she obviously took care of her body.
I ran my fingers up to her breast, slowly cupping and massaging them. Simone released a barely audible moan. I ran my hands from her breast down over her stomach to her thighs. As I worked my way towards her inner thigh her legs parted inviting me to explore deeper. I knew her ass wasn’t sleeping. My hands slid up her inner thigh over her center and caressed her love through her panties. She was soaking wet.
As I massaged, her hips slowly began to sway in rhythm with my stimulation. I climbed onto my knees next to her. I pulled her thong to the side with my finger and felt the soft pleasure of her wetness. As I continued to explore her I discovered that she was completely shaved. As if it were even possible I think my dick extended an extra inch and a half. I slid two fingers inside her. She was warm and soothing to the touch. Simone arched her back and raised her ass off of the bed, pushing down on my fingers and grinding her hips.
I continued to slide my fingers slowly in and out of her, extending my thumb to massage her clitoris. Simone was bucking and gyrating. She cupped her breast with both hands and moaned loudly. I struggled to keep up with her hip movement. I imagined her on top of me doing to my dick what she was doing to my fingers. My dick was protruding from the front flap of my boxers, ready to invade her chocolate wonderland.
Just as I was about to reach over and grab a condom from the drawer in the nightstand where Raoul stored them; I for some odd reason began thinking abou
t Toya. I started missing her and wishing it were her there being pleasured by me. Even as Simone continued to find pleasure in my touch, my mind drifted away, into deep thoughts and fantasies of Toya and me making love on a beach. The both of us lying on the white sand, the surf covering our bodies as the sun set in the distance. I smiled at the thought.
I was in the midst of my fantasy when I was slowly drawn back to reality by Simone twitching on the bed in front of me. She sat up abruptly and was squeezing the life out of my forearm. She shuddered and echoed several high-pitched screams as she came, intense and sustained. I was almost ashamed to have witnessed it. My hand was wet with evidence of Simone’s eruption, all the way down to my wrist. She fell back on the bed her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. She pulled the blanket between her legs clutching it tightly.
I was glad Simone had gotten off, but I wanted to get out of the room before she attempted to move on from my finger food appetizer to the main course. The thought had barely passed from my mind when Simone’s legs fell open, parting like the Red Sea must have for Moses. I was beyond horny and I knew I’d better get out of there while I still could. I jumped up and headed towards the door.
I poked my head out into the hallway and could hear music coming from Raoul’s room down the hall. Sounded like “Bump-N-Grind” by R. Kelly. I stepped out into the hall and started towards the living room. Right before I exited the hallway I realized my dick was still sticking out of my boxers, I stopped in my tracks and tucked it back in. Then I continued through the living room and moved on into the kitchen. The light on top of the stove was on. I opened the refrigerator and grabbed a can of Coke, popped the top open and took a gulp, followed by the customary and necessary burp. I turned and looked through the bar separating the kitchen from the dining area and was startled by what I saw.
Raoul was seated on the sofa, his pants draped around his ankles. Vanessa was butt-naked on her knees on the floor between his legs. Her head was bobbing slowly up and down. She seemed to be keeping in rhythm with the music barely audible from the bedroom. Raoul looked up at me and flashed a wicked smile. He pointed down at Vanessa, clearly pleased, and excited that I had seen what was going on. It was quite funny. I gave him a thumbs up just before his eyes rolled back in his head which he dropped back over the top of the sofa.
At the entrance to the hallway I turned and got one last look at Vanessa doing her thing. Raoul did say that she gave great head, and from what I saw he wasn’t lying. He was right about her body too but I knew that from our meeting in the parking garage of my office building.
I walked up to the bedroom door paused and placed my head against it to listen for any sound coming from within. I hoped that Simone would be asleep and unable to tempt me. I could hear her moaning through the wooden door. It seemed as if Simone had decided to go another round without me. I thought about entering and observing her make love to herself as she had undoubtedly done many times before in private. Her moans were joined by sounds of flesh making contact and Vanessa’s loud moaning drifting down the hallway from the living room.
I was surrounded by sex. My dick, which had gone into a short-lived hibernation, was sticking out of my boxers again. All I had to do was open the door and go in. There was a beautiful, fine ass, horny woman waiting butt-naked in the bed for me. She was in there getting warmed up and instead of joining her, Vanessa, and Raoul in their symphony of debauchery I was standing around in the hallway getting light-headed from the lack of blood flowing to my brain.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?’ I asked myself out loud. The moans from behind the door were getting louder and Vanessa was screaming like someone was whipping her ass or something.
I turned and stepped across the hallway into the bathroom shutting the door behind me. As I sat on the covered toilet, I was serenaded by Vanessa’s screams of passion and Simone’s whimpers of self-fulfillment; all the while my dick was throbbing begging me to stop fucking with it. “Hook me up please!” It screamed at me. “Come on for old time sake,” it begged. “What’s stopping you, Toya? Shit, she’s probably over there getting her brains fucked out by Malcolm right now. You have fine ass Simone off in the bedroom butt ass naked playing with herself and what are you doing? Sitting in the bathroom, on the toilet with the door locked. I don’t believe you. Look at what you’re doing to us. Hell, you might as well fuck her, you finger fucked her ass earlier, what’s the difference? You might as well go all the way.” I thought about it for a second. My dick did have a point. I guess technically I have already had sex with her.
“Okay, okay. If you won’t do it for yourself, then do it for me,” it said. “Haven’t I always been there for you? I’ve never let you down have I? Look you don’t have to do anything just put me near the hole and I’ll do the rest. You can close your eyes and pretend you’re not even there.” I stood up and walked over to the door. The symphony of ecstasy was still going on outside. I thought about crossing the hall and finding the pleasure of Simone. I turned the doorknob.
“That’s my boy,” it said to me, “I knew you wouldn’t let me down.” I had the door opened halfway and was ready to go get some of what Simone had to offer, but instead I shut the door, walked back over to the toilet and sat down.
“That’s fucked up,” it said. “You’re going to leave me hanging like this? You ain’t shit, bitch, you ain’t shit. Punk-ass motherfucker.” It was taunting me and I just wanted it to shut up. You know the term thinking with your little head. Well I was involved in a major test of wills with my little head and I was determined not to let it win. I looked around the bathroom. My eyes found a plastic bottle of Lubriderm lotion on the counter to the right of the sink. Hell no, I thought to myself. I’ve got a fine ass mound of chocolate next door and I’m going to resort to this? I’m not going out like that. That voice in my head was getting louder.
“You’re going to leave me hanging, you’re just going to play a brother out like that after all we been through.” I reached over and pressed down on the dispenser top. My palm filled with the scented cream contents of the bottle. I glanced down at my palm, reached over and turned the lock on the door. I could still hear Vanessa down the hall and Simone in the bedroom across from me. I leaned my head against the door. My hand slowly made its way south into my boxers, the coolness of the lotion soothing my throbbing, hot dick.
I started down at the base and slowly worked my hand up towards the head. It glided slowly over my skin. I moaned as my fingers caressed the head of my dick. I squeezed a little tighter, increasing the pressure around it, continuing to stroke with a slow, long-handed motion. I heard Vanessa calling God’s name in vain and Simone whimpering like a lost puppy. I closed my eyes. The pace of my movement increased slightly. My hips moved involuntarily in rhythm with my hand. Vanessa was practically screaming at the top of her lungs, announcing to all within earshot that she was coming.
My temperature began to rise, my legs trembled, and I felt a tingling all over my body. I heard Simone whispering to herself. “That’s it baby, that’s it.” It was as if she was cheering me on. Then she started cursing, “Oh shit,” like she had gotten caught in the midst of doing something wrong. I was damn near about to pull my dick off I was stroking it so hard. I felt relief coming from deep down in my stomach. My legs were bent at the knees and I was literally fucking my hand. Finally, I found release, squeezing every drop of tension out of my dick while catching all the evidence in my free hand.
Immediately after I caught my breath I felt stupid, like I was some kind of sexual deviant. If Toya only knew what I was putting myself through for her ass. I needed a reason for why I had masturbated under those circumstances and Toya was as good a reason as any. I’ve blamed everything else that had gone wrong in my life over the last couple of weeks on my relationship, or lack of one with Toya. Why not blame her for this as well.
I grabbed some toilet paper and wiped off my hands. I threw the toilet paper in the toilet and flushed, washed my hands
with soap and water, and then I washed my face. I stood there for a few seconds staring at myself in the mirror above the sink. I couldn’t believe what I had just done. Damn, what a cruel trick nature had played on man. And they say the brain is the most powerful organ in the body. I beg to differ. Maybe for a woman, but for men, it doesn’t get any more powerful than a horny dick. That shit has a mind of its own.
I shook my head in disgust, walked out of the bathroom and over to the bedroom door. I paused at the door listening for any sounds from Simone. There were none. I carefully opened the door and stuck my head in. Simone was curled up in the blanket dead asleep. She had knocked herself out. I slid into the bed next to her stealing just enough of the comforter to cover my chest, and my shame.
I turned my back to Simone and stared at the wall in front of me. I closed my eyes and yawned. I was physically and mentally drained, and ready to catch some zzz’s. I have to remember to give Josh a call in the morning. I wonder how things are going with him. Right after that thought, I was out.
I was up at the crack of dawn and before anyone else in the house. I feared I would need to enlist the help of a search party before I finally located my cellular phone on the floor next to the recliner. I had missed three calls including one this morning. Michelle and Greg had called last night while the call this morning was to my surprise from Toya. I checked the time of the call. Four forty-five a.m. I thought back to last night’s events and estimated that four forty-five was just about the time I was in Raoul’s bathroom with my head pressed against the back of the door jacking off.
“Fuck!” What was she doing calling me at that time of the morning anyway. I glanced down at my watch; it was seven thirty-seven. I began punching Toya’s phone number into my cellular and had just hit the send button when the phone went dead. Shit, I had neglected to put it on the charger before going to bed. Glancing around the room I spotted Raoul’s cordless on the counter. I walked over and picked it up, dialed up Toya’s number, and sat down on one of the barstools. Toya picked up on the third ring, her voice full of energy.