Playthang

by Janine A. Morris

  6

  “Yes, hon, I’ll be there in about an hour,”Jayon said into his BlackBerry cell phone.

  He hung the phone up and placed it back in the clip on his jeans, then he walked to his dresser and pulled his Armani cologne down. He began to pump sprays of aroma onto his shirt and pants and pulse points. He put the clear bottle back on his dresser top and turned to look in the mirror a few feet away. He picked up the brush that was on the table beside the mirror and started brushing his hair some more, as if he saw a strand or two out of place.

  He shook his shirt straight and once satisfied with his reflectionbegan to exit the room. He walked downstairs and went over to the bar. His cell phone, which was sitting on the dining room table, began to vibrate and shake. Jayon reached over and hit the speaker button to answer the call he saw was coming from his close friend, Bill.

  “What up, son? Jayon said into the open air as he pulled a bottle of Grey Goose from behind the bar.

  “What up?”

  “Nothing. What you getting into tonight?” Jayon asked as he began pouring some of the Grey Goose into a plastic cup on top of the bar.

  “Nothing. I’m on my way back from Greenwich Village. I’m heading back uptown now.”

  Jayon walked into the kitchen, removed the orange juice from the refrigerator, and added some to his plastic cup.

  “Oh, all right.You going to be in the house for the rest of the night?”

  “Yeah, pretty much.You coming by?” Billy asked.

  “Yeah, I’ll come by a little later tonight. I’m about to run out, and I’ll call you when I’m on my way back,” Jayon said.

  “What you doing right now?”

  “Making my drink for the road.”

  “Where you going?” Bill asked.

  “Going to meet up with shorty. I should be back in about two hours.”

  “Aight, hit me up.”

  Bill hung up. Jayon pressed the button on his phone to end the call and placed the phone in its clip. He grabbed his keys, grabbed his drink, and headed toward the front door.

  Jayon was dressed in a green and blue button-down shirt, dark blue jeans, and white Air Force 1s. His hair cut was clean, his two earrings were shined, and his nails were manicured. On a scale from one to ten, Jayon was at least a nine this evening. At least Jordan would’ve thought so.

  Jayon walked down his driveway. He pushed his alarm to unlock his doors and opened the driver’s side door. He sat down in his already reclined driver’s seat, placed his drink in the holder, and closed his door. After he adjusted himself, he put his Bluetooth on his ear and began to back out of the driveway.By the time he was at the end of his street, he pressed PLAY on his CD player. Fabolous’s latest album instantly began playing,and Jayon began tapping his hand on the steering wheel.

  Six songs later, Jayon was parking the car. He looked in the mirror, wiped his hand over his face, and opened his car door. He stepped out and headed toward the front door. Once there, he rang the bell. Moments later, he heard noise on the other side of the door. He waited a few seconds and the door opened. Jayon looked up, and his memory of Randi didn’t do her justice.She was five feet five, brown skinned, thick, slim in the waist and pretty in the face. Jayon’s immediate reaction was cool, as if he didn’t notice the revealing outfit that she was wearing.What he didn’t know was that most women can sense when a man is yearning, and Randi could tell Jayon liked what he saw.

  “Hey there,” Randi said as she opened the door.

  “Hey, sexy,” he responded.

  As Randi closed the door behind her, she said, “Come on in.”

  She began to walk into the house, and Jayon followed behindher. As he took a few more steps, he heard the sound of a small bell coming toward him. He looked down and there was a small white dog running by his leg.

  “Oh, excuse Diamond. She doesn’t bite.”

  “It’s cool.”

  “You sure? You cool with dogs?”

  “It’d be different if it was a pit bull,” Jayon said with a laugh.

  “No, Diamond is just a seven-pound Maltese.”

  Randi took a seat on the couch and picked up her remote control. Jayon was still standing.

  “Take a seat. Get comfortable,” Randi said, patting the couch beside her.

  Jayon took a seat. He pulled his shirt from underneath his butt to get more comfortable, and leaned forward with his hands folded together.

  Randi turned the television to the ESPN channel, got up, and stepped away for a minute. Jayon tried to get a quick glimpse of her as she walked away. She was wearing red boy shorts with a cutoff wifebeater. Her lean stomach was exposed through the shirt, and her butt cheeks were visible from under the short shorts. Randi’s outfit definitely expressed what she had in mind for tonight without having to pull out the Victoria’s Secret negligee. She tried to go for that lounging-around-the-house look, but it was evident that it wasn’t her typical lounge outfit. Even Jayon knew she couldn’t be that sexy all the time.

  Randi returned after a few moments with two opened Heinekens, and she placed them both down on coasters on her coffee table.

  “Thanks,” Jayon said.

  “No problem,” Randi said.

  Jayon took a sip from his beer and watched the news updateon football player Michael Vick’s legal situation. Randi stretched her legs out and placed one of them slightly on Jayon. Jayon looked down at her leg, then up at her.

  “So you called me over here to watch ESPN and drink beer with you?” he said with a smirk.

  “Not at all,” she said. “I was just letting you unwind from work first before I put you back to work.”

  “That was considerate of you, but who told you I needed a break?” Jayon said as he put his beer down and headed to her side of the couch.

  “No one told me that. I was just making sure you had all your energy.”

  “Well, don’t worry about my energy. You just make sure you have enough,” Jayon said.

  By now, Jayon was leaning over Randi with his hands up her shirt while kissing on her neck. Randi’s initial giggling began to turn into moans as Jayon grabbed her breasts with his masculinehands. He softly kissed her neck, taking various areas of her neck and upper chest into his mouth and massaging it with his lips. She reached around and put her hands up his shirt and began caressing his back. As he groped, she groaned. From the sounds of her moans telling him she wanted more, Jayon began to lower his hands down her stomach and around her waist. He caressed her thighs as he lowered his kisses toward her breasts. As he reached her breasts, he lowered her shirt enough to bare her chest and nipples. He looked at them for a second and began to take them into his mouth. After a few succulent kisses, his excitement grew and his patience withered. Jayon rose up enough to put both hands on her boy shorts, and with one motion he pulled them down to expose a pair of fuchsia-coloredthongs. Randi, helping out with the process, pulled her wifebeater from over her head and uncovered her matchingfuchsia bra.

  Jayon’s manhood was at complete attention. He stood up to remove his pants. He began to unbuckle his belt, never takinghis eyes off the half-naked woman lying in front of him. Her dog Diamond, as if almost trained to do so, had left the room moments into their kiss. Jayon was giving Randi a look letting her know everything that he was thinking. He wasn’t nervous, he wasn’t excited, but he was ready. As he began pulling his pants off, he felt his phone vibrating. For a moment he paused, but then he continued. The phone vibrated once more. Jayon tried to maintain an expression that didn’t show his distraction.

  “You just gonna ignore that?” Randi finally asked.

  “I’m busy right now,” Jayon replied with a smirk as he put on the condom he pulled out of his back pocket.

  The phone call gave Jayon discomfort he didn’t want to make obvious. In his mind he was wondering who it was and hoping it wasn’t Jordan.

  7

  With the quick interruption already under the spotlight, Jayon glanced at his phone. The displa
y read “Incoming call from Jordan.” Jayon instantly quieted the vibrating and put the phone back. He looked at Randi to see if she was looking, and looking closely she was.

  Jayon was now just wearing his underwear and a wifebeater. He knelt back down and came very close to Randi’s face beforehe leaned in for a kiss. The touch of his lips erased the thoughts that were forming from their little interruption. He twirled his tongue around her mouth for a few moments beforehe started back down to her chest. Jayon slowly took a few moments on each part of her body, kissing and softly sucking as he made his way downward. After passing her belly button, he reached her thong and began to kiss the perimeter of the undergarment.He kissed alongside her inner thigh and began to spread her legs more. He softly kissed the inside of her thighs lower and lower, until he crossed over to the other one and kissed the inside of her thigh going back up. Once he reached her thong again, he took it by its strappy sides and pulled it down.

  Randi’s toes were curled in anticipation of what her body was in for. She squirmed some as Jayon removed her thong. Jayon then took her left leg and placed it on top of the back of the couch while the other one was still on the couch. Jayon looked at her va-jay-jay and then looked up at her while biting his bottom lip. Jayon took her other leg and gently pushed it off the couch, to widen the entryway. Jayon then pulled his erect penis out of his boxers and knelt down between her legs. As he aligned himself and entered her, he placed his face in the crook of her neck. Once she felt the initial thrust, Randi arched her back and let out a moan. That was the first of many moans over the next fifteen minutes.

  Once Jayon and Randi were both sprawled out on the couch, reveling in the perspiration, they began to return to reality. Randi’s reality was that Jayon wouldn’t be staying, and that he had to go home and possibly be with his woman. Jayon’s reality was that he had to now get his explanation together for his whereabouts and get through Jordan’s suspicion and questioning.

  Jayon sat up and reached for his phone. He noticed that Jordan left a message and sent an e-mail. He opened the yellow envelope on his phone’s screen and read “Missing in action again, huh? Ok. I see you.” Jayon knew that wasn’t a good sign. That just meant that she was already in investigation mode, with a goal to sift out his lies and expose him. Jayon knew that the sticking-to-your-story trick usually worked, but with Jordan’ssometimes out-of-the-box analyses, she surprised him with questions he wasn’t always prepared for. This part always got a little tricky. Jayon would tell himself that if he got away with it one more time, he wouldn’t risk it again, but he would start to think he could get away with it again and then do it again. This was one of those times. Jayon’s mind was racing as to every detail he needed to tell Jordan.

  At some point during this down-time, Randi must not have appreciated Jayon’s silence and sudden distraction.

  “Is there a problem?” Randi said, breaking the silence.

  “Nah, babe, not at all,” Jayon said as he put his arm around her.

  “Jay, I know you have to get out of here soon. It looks like someone is waiting for you. So before we even get comfortable,just go ahead and start getting ready.”

  “Whoa.What’s all the hostility for? I’m not rushing out on you.”

  “I know, but you might as well. I know you’re gonna be worried the longer you’re here and the more time you have to come up with something for.”

  “You think you got my situation all figured out, huh?”

  “No, not really trying to figure it out. I just know that you have some lying to do, and that’s never easy.”

  “Well, it would be if she wasn’t a trained lie detector,” Jayon said with a laugh.

  Randi wasn’t quite as amused. She had been dealing with Jayon on and off for the past two years, probably having slept together a total of six times. She used to work with him, and throughout his single days and relationships she was kind of just always there. They didn’t speak much; they would more so contact each other once in a blue moon, flirt, arrange to meet, have sex, and then fall out of contact for another period of time.Therefore, Randi didn’t have any expectations of Jayon. She knew he had a girl and that what they had was nothing more than just sex. Still, sometimes it bothered her to know that even when he was with her his mind still had to be somewhere else. So she’d rather they just leave it at sex, since that was probably the only time she had all his attention.

  “Randi, I’m sorry if that bothers you. I really wasn’t going to rush out on you.”

  “Nah, it’s cool, Jay. I know your situation.”

  Jayon reached over, grabbed Randi’s stomach, and began to rub it slightly.

  “Why don’t we plan to hang out sometime next week?” he asked.

  “Jayon, you don’t have to do this. We do this every time, and then we don’t talk for months.”

  “It don’t be months, and you don’t be calling me either.”

  “OK, how about we take it one step at a time.We call each other this week, and then we can make plans to hang out the next. That way, no disappointments,” Randi suggested.

  “Sounds fair.You’ll see, I will be the first to call.”

  Jayon stood up and began to get dressed. After he placed all his clothes back on, he gestured for Randi to give him a hug. She was still dressed in her bra only and stood to give him his hug. Jayon could read through her happiness that something was on her mind, but he wasn’t about to open that can of worms. She walked him to the door and he left.

  He sat down in his car, and as soon as he started the engine,Fab’s voice came through the speakers. Jayon quickly turned the music down to gather his thoughts before he made a move. He made up his mind that he would call Jordan when he was already home and settled, so he would be less likely to slip up. However, he decided to respond to her text. “I’m still at Bill’s house, we are watching this movie, didn’t see your call. I will call you soon,” Jayon texted. Jayon pulled out of his parking spot and drove down the street.

  Two songs later, Jayon heard a beep in his ear. He glanced at his cell phone, saw it was Horatio, lowered the music, and pressed the ANSWER button from his Bluetooth.

  “What up? Where you at?” Horatio said as soon as he answered.

  “I’m on my way back to the Bronx.”

  “You still coming by Bill’s?”

  “Yeah, I’ll be there soon.”

  “Where are you coming from?”

  “That shawty Randi’s crib.”

  “Word?”

  “Yeah, finally went through there.”

  “Was it worth the trip?”

  Jayon giggled. “Yeah, it was worth it.”

  “She let you hit again?”

  “Yeah, I knew she was, though. That’s all she be wanting me to come through for these days.”

  “Well, you gonna keep giving it to her? Or you done?”

  “We’ll see. It be aight, so I’m not sure. It is getting a lot more hectic, though.”

  “Where does Jordan think you are? Let me know in case she texts me,” Horatio said, laughing.

  “She thinks I’m at Bill’s house. Where I’ll be in about fifteenminutes, and I’ll call her from there with all y’all talking in the background.”

  “Oh, aight, playboy.You got it all figured out, I see. I’ll see you soon, then.”

  8

  “The nerveof him,”Jordan said, storming through the living room, dropping her bags on the couch.

  “It’s about time you brought your butt in here,” Dakota said as she watched Jordan whisk by.

  Jordan headed straight for the bathroom without lookingback. She was wearing her all-black pantsuit with the light pink pinstripes and her light pink button-down bodysuit.It was a lot of clothes to have on when your bladder is about to burst.

  Dakota just sat there and turned back to the television. As the humor of Damon Wayans entertained Dakota, Jordan suddenlyreappeared in the living room.

  “Girl, what is wrong with you?” Dakota said.

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bsp; “I had to pee,” Jordan responded.

  “OK, so what was all that ‘the nerve of him’ stuff?”

  “Jayon ... he has, like, slipped and bumped his head.”

  “Why, what did he do?” Dakota said, slightly laughing at Jordan’s demeanor.

  “It’s more like what he didn’t do. What he didn’t do is realizeby now that this relationship is falling apart. He comes and goes as he pleases, and he has no regard for what I feel.”

  “What are you speaking of?” Dakota asked, getting frustratedwith the beating around the bush.

  “It’s just, you would think after I forgave him for the Michelle thing that he would be more appreciative of me and put more effort into our relationship, but he doesn’t. To make it worse, he gets mad at me that I have some trust issues now.”

  “Yeah, men don’t get it. I don’t know what’s taking you so long to get that.”

  “Do you know he had the nerve to tell me it’s not his fault I don’t like to do anything but be with him?”

  “Wow ... that’s cold.”

  “Tell me about it. He made me seem like some bum chick that has nothing going for herself. He made it seem like he is paying all my bills and keeping me. I was truly offended by that.”

  “Well, I told you that you need to do more and stop sitting up under him.”

  “That’s the thing; I’m not sitting up under him. I just don’t like clubbing like that. Is that so bad?”

  “No, but you see how men get.They get complacent.They take it for granted.You need to get out there to remind them that you can be taken.”

  “It’s so sad, even at thirty-four we still have to play these games.”

  “Sad, but true,” Dakota replied.

  Upon finishing her statement, Dakota stood up and walked into the kitchen. She had been babysitting Jason for the past three hours when Omar dropped him off. She had just put him to bed and come back down to get a snack and watch television, but she’d left her snack on the kitchen counter.