Scandalous

by Ferguson, Torrian

  I thought, I’m gonna have to try that one day.

  Once she had me as hard as I was gonna get, she stood up and walked over to this small table that was in the little section we were in. She undid her jeans and revealed that she was not wearing anything under them. She leaned over the table and I knew that was my cue to join in the party. I walked up behind her grabbing her butt cheeks. I spread her butt open a little and could hear the wetness of her pussy as it opened. I slid my dick right into her. Her warm moist pussy felt great around my dick. We both tried to be as quiet as we could as I rammed into her again and again.

  After a few minuets I felt her body tighten up. Her hands clenched the table as her body shook the entire table. While I pounded her all I could think about was getting Thomas into this exact position. The more I thought about him the harder I slammed into Skye. After a few more seconds I felt myself ready to explode. I pulled out of her and sprayed her butt cheeks with my warm cum. She quickly pulled her jeans up and turned around and started kissing me. As we kissed I tried to pull my pants back up and get myself situated. She looked me right in the eyes laughing.

  “Damn boy, when was the last time you got some? You shot a gallon of that shit on me.”

  I tried not to laugh too hard. “It’s been a little while.” “Well

  I hope we can do it again really soon. But next time, I want to be in your bed.”

  I thought, she got another thang coming if she think I’m ever gonna have her over funking up my sheets.

  We walked back down stairs to the table where we were all sitting. I noticed that Thomas and Misa had left. Misa left Skye a note on her book pack:

  Skye,

  Thomas and I are going back to his place to work on our own little project. I’ll see you later.

  Misa Skye turned to me. “I guess you’ll have to take me home. Misa and Thomas left.”

  “No problem. Let’s go.”

  I really wanted to knock her upside her head. Because of her hot in the pants ass, I missed an opportunity to work on Thomas a little more.

  On the way to Skye’s house she kept rubbing my leg. I wanted to smack her hand every time she touched me but I was trying to be nice. I walked her to her door.

  “Would you like to come in for a while?” She asked, looking at me like she wanted to pull me in.

  “Nah, I have to take my roommate to work in a few. And, I don’t want her to be late.”

  “You live with that chunky girl Michelle don’t you?”

  “Yeah. Why?” I knew something was said about us living together at that point.

  “No reason just asking. Y’all are just roommates

  right?” “Yes.”

  “Well maybe you can tell me why her attitude is so jacked up. Is she like that at home?”

  “Don’t talk about my girl. She cool and that’s all you need to know about her. Now I have to go.” With that I turned and walked away. How dare she talk about one of my friends! But, she was telling the truth, Michelle does need to slow that funky attitude down a little bit.

  When I got back home, Tracy was sitting on the porch looking like she had just lost her favorite dog.

  “Damn girl, why the long face?”

  “It’s Brandon. He’s acting a little funny all of asudden.”

  I walked over and sat next to her on the porch. “Baby look…” Just then my cell started to ring. I looked at the caller I.D. and got right back up.

  I looked at Tracy “I have to take this call. We’ll talk a little later.”

  I stood up and walked toward the front

  door. “Hey, wuz up B?”

  Chapter 9

  Tracy I hate Tuesdays and Thursdays. Those are the days I have to go to Byron’s class. After our last run in, I’ve tried to avoid him when I see him on campus. Today I can’t run; Ihave to go sit in his classroom. I can only hope that class will be canceled by the time I get there.

  As I walked across campus to the culinary building I saw Michelle coming from the student union. We walked directly towards one another. I’m not gonna move, and if she so much as brushes up against me, I’m gonna jump on her big ass. Our eyes locked on one another. My heart started beating faster and faster the closer we got. I can’t believe it. In the middle of campus we are about to settle our little problem. I clenched my fist ready to throw the first punch, when she said, “Hey Tracy how areyou today?”

  I know I have the stupidest look on my face right about now. My words got caught up in my throat. I didn’t know what to say. I was ready to start swinging and cursing. She stood and looked at me like we were old friends. Finally, I managed to get a few words out.

  “Hey wuz up?” I still had my fist clenched. Michelle is the type of girl that would try to sucka punch you when you least expect it. I wasn’t gonna put my guard down. I was still ready for anything. Michelle had a very pleasant look on her face. Her voice was actually high pitched and cheerful.

  “It’s all good. I really want us to bury the hatchet. We have to live in that house together and there is no need in us making our own living arrangements harder than they have to be. So, I want to call a truce.”

  I just stood there and stared at her for a second or two. I thought, who does she think she’s foolin’. That bitch ain’t got a happy bone in her body. She’s up to something. I just have to pay attention and wait to find out what it is. But for now I’ll play her little game. “Okay Michelle, truce. Let’s just start over and let bygones be bygones.”

  We both kinda smiled at one another and walked away. I kept turning around to see if she was running up behind me trying to hit me in the head or something.

  The closer I got to the Culinary building, the sicker my stomach began to feel. The sick feeling reminded me of when I was in high school, not wanting to get off the school bus at my exit because I knew I had a bad report card. The closer I got to home, the worse I felt. I walked into the building with about 2 minutes to spare before the start of class. Normally I walk slow, dreading going to this class, but today I walked extra slow hoping that by the time I got to the class door itwould be locked. Byron had a habit of locking students out of classif they were late, and would not give them the work they missed.

  I looked at my watch. “2:47, I’m two minutes late and I know he has locked the door. I might as well go to the house.” Almost instantly, the sick feeling went away. I turned around in the hallway and started to walk away when I heard Byron’s voice. “Tracy! I was just about to lock the door. Good thing I decided to look out and see if anybody else was on the way to class. Come on in.”

  Like magic, the sick feeling reappeared. I began my death march to the last row in class. I sat behind the biggest guy in school. I didn’t want Byron to see or remember that I was there. Class went on and I sat in the back hardly seen and as quiet as I could be. I kept looking at my watch hoping the time was almost up for class. About 30 minuets into class Byron decided to end class. All the students jumped up and left before he had a chance to change his mind. My bag was on my shoulder and my feet were carrying me as fast as they could to the door when Byron spoke to me.

  “Tracy, don’t leave just yet. I have a few things to go over with you.” I knew damn well there was nothing he had to go over with me. This was just another attempt to get me alone with him. I looked around to see if any of the other students were still leaving. As soon as I looked at the door the last guy walked out. It was Byron and I alone again. He walked over to me with that cocky swagger of his. Back in Miami, that walk of his used to turn me on. Now it turns my stomach. Soon as he parted his lips to talk to me I knew nothing good was about to hit my ears.

  “How about you and I together for dinner tonight.” I looked at him like he was crazy. “No that’s okay.” “That was not a question. I’m telling you, I’m taking you

  to dinner tonight. We need to be away from here to talk about our relationship.” “What relationship! I don’t like you. I made a mistake before, and I’m not making it again!”


  “That’s where you and I differ. You call it a mistake; I call it sending your parents a tape of us in Miami fucking on my patio.

  I felt my mouth drop open.

  “From the look on your face, I can tell that you forgot about our wild and consensual night. But I remember it like it was yesterday. Hell, as a matter of fact, I watched that tape yesterday.”

  Anger consumed me. I was mad enough to spit fire. I wanted to scratch his eyes from his face. Venom spewed from my mouth as I spoke. “You lying muthafucka! You don’t have a damn tape of anything. Your ass is too ashamed to show your little ass dick. So, I know you didn’t film shit!”

  “Okay, if I’m lying, walk out that door and see if I don’t send your family and your boyfriend’s family a copy!”

  In my heart I felt as if he didn’t have a tape and I was willing to try and call his bluff. I grabbed up my things and walked towards the door. My mind raced, trying to figure out if there was a night that I was drunk and he could have filmed me. I was coming up with nothing. So, I knew he was full of shit. I reached for the door handle and Byron called my name.

  “Tracy, remember that night we went to The Red Light.”

  I stopped just short of the door. I do remember going to that club. It’s a very trendy nightspot in Miami. If you want to go party in Miami, that’s the place to go. We did have a great time that night.

  “That was the night you told me that you loved me and I was proud to say that I loved you.”

  I turned to him. “Byron, why do you want to hurt me like this?”

  I had to play the sincere hurt woman to try to get him to back off me a little bit.

  “I didn’t want it to come to me bringing that tape up but I’m tired of you trippin’ every time we see each other. I just want things to go back to the way they were between us.”

  “But things have changed. I’m engaged now.”

  “So, I don’t want to marry you. I just want to hit it, from time to time. I could care less about you getting married to Brandon. As a matter of fact, where are you registered, so I can go ahead and get ya’ll a little something.”

  The thought of him all over me again depressed me. I don’t know what I was thinking when we got together. But now I’m between a rock and a hard place. “What time should I be ready for dinner, and where are we going?”

  He looked at me with a nasty grin on his face. “Now was that so hard?” He asked me as he walked over to me and rubbed my hair. “Be ready at seven o’clock. Where I’m taking you is a surprise.”

  I gave him a fake smile and walked out the classroom. The last thing I wanted to do was get right back into the same bad situation I tried to leave behind. But I had no other choice.

  If Byron really has a tape of me, I can’t let my family or Brandon’s family find out in such a way. Brandon’s family would be crushed. He and I have been together for such a long time. His father is a Minister at a Baptist Church back home and he said God told him Brandon and I was meant for each other. And, to be honest, to this day I believe him. But I guess all it took was one fight between Brandon and I and I was off in another man’s arms.

  I don’t really remember what the fight was about, but I do remember being very upset during one of Byron’s classes last year. He asked me what was wrong and I just started talking. Before I realized it, he and I had talked for almost three hours. I had never been able to just sit down and talk to Brandon. He’s the type that doesn’t want to hear your problem, he wants to fix it. This was new to me. An older man that listened to me. I was used to guys my age that thought they knew everything but really had no clue what was going on around them. At the time I was 20 and Byron was 36. I always thought I was too mature for guys my age. But my age is actually what got me into this mess. He knew exactly what to say to a twenty-year-old woman, but I had no clue what a 36-year-old man really wanted from me. It just made me feel good to be able to have this older guy chase me. We went to the finest restaurants in town. He showered me with gifts and constantly told me how beautiful I am. My head was as big as a fifteen-passenger van. I knew I was the shit on campus. If he thought I was upset with him about something, he went to the limit to find out what the problem was and try to fix it. I was in heaven, or so I thought.

  The first time we had sex, it was phenomenal. He ate me for what seemed like an hour. He made sure I got off several times by his tongue before we had intercourse. Brandon always said I’m not eating anything you pee out of. But it was always okay for me to suck him off. Byron had no problem with going down on me. The first time we actually made love it was full of passion. He held me close to him during our escapade. His hands touched every inch of my body. He made sure I had several orgasms before he did. He made me feel like a real woman. Afterwards we would lie together and just talk about any and everything.

  Several times Brandon asked me if I was seeing someone else because I was acting like I really didn’t care about him anymore, and it was showing. I was ready to tell Brandon it was over between us when Byron started being the Byron I know now. One night he asked me to go to dinner with him but I already had plans to go out with Brandon. He flipped out on me, called me everything but a child of God; told me that I was acting like a little girl and that he should have known better to get involved with a child. He went on and on. I decided right then to get out of this relationship with him.

  I didn’t want to return to class and I was lucky that all of this went on almost at the end of the semester. I went to class every now and then just enough to stay on top of what was going on. I stopped seeing him and he became obsessed with trying to get me back into his life. It got to the point where I knew if I stayed at that college he would just hound me and pester me the entire time. I put in for my transfer to another college. He overheard me telling a friend that I was leaving school and I guess he pulled my records and found out where I was going and came here also. Now I have to find a way to end this game with him for good.

  Thank God nobody was home when Byron came to pick me up at seven. He blew the horn to let me know he was outside, waiting. As I got in his car, I could see him looking at me with that nasty lust in his eyes. It almost made me sick to my stomach. “So Byron, where are we going?” I asked, hoping itwould be somewhere out of town.

  “Don’t worry princess; you will be treated like royalty tonight.”

  We drove for about 15 minutes, and then he pulled up to a townhouse across town. He parked the car and opened the door for me. I slowly walked with him into the house. The aroma of Italian food hit me as soon as I walked in. The lights were dimmed low and Luther was playing on the sound system. This would have been a romantic setting if I were with someone I loved, but the thought of being alone with Byron made me nervous.

  “Have a seat, while I plate up the food.”

  “Where’s your restroom?” I asked, hoping this night would end quickly.

  “Down the hall, last room on your right.” He replied. Byron went to the kitchen to get dinner ready. When I returned, he already had the food on the table. He remembered my favorite dish, seafood Alfredo, breadsticks, and salad with Italian dressing. He poured two glasses of white wine, and sat down across from me.

  Byron commented throughout dinner on how beautiful I was and how he remembered all the wonderful nights we spent together. I must admit, it was wonderful. Byron always made me feel like a woman.

  “Byron, we did have good times, but that was all a mistake. I love Brandon, and I will be his wife soon. I wish you would just leave the past in the past.”

  “Like I told you before Tracy, I don’t care who you love or marry, but that pussy belongs to me. As long as you cooperate with me, Brandon’s parents will never have to see their sweet innocent future daughter-in-law getting fucked in the ass by another man. Besides, you weren’t thinking about him before when you were lying up in my bed with your legs spread. What’s the difference now?”

  Tears ran down my face as I looked at him in disbelief. How
did I ever get myself involved in this situation? I thought Byron cared about me, but now I see he only wants selfgratification. But what I can’t understand is, why me? Byron is very handsome and can have any woman he wants. If Byron has this so-called video of me, I know I have to do whatever he wants, so I can marry Brandon.

  Byron left me there crying and got up and walked to the back of the house. When he got back, he was butt ass naked. His manhood was semi-erect. He grabbed my hand and led me to his bedroom. Candles were lit around the room, and pink and red rose petals were lying on the bed. He told me to take my clothes off, but I stood there and hesitated. He walked over and turned on his 42-inch plasma T.V.

  My reality immediately flashed on the screen. There I was… making love to Byron. Horrified, I started to unbutton my blouse and Byron walked over and led me to the bed. As my blouse fell to the floor he was kissing my chest. His tongue felt like a snakes, the way it darted out of his mouth as he licked me. I wanted to cry but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of fucking me and seeing me cry at the same time. He laid me on the bed and rubbed my entire body. He knelt between my legs and started to lick me. Normally any woman can get past any feelings as long as a man has his tongue in her, but with Byron it was different. I wanted to puke. I looked over at the television and saw myself riding his dick. He must have seen me looking at it.

  “You like watching yourself huh?”

  I didn’t answer.

  “You might as well enjoy it like you did before. Remember how you use to yell, fuck me Byron, harder. That’s what I want you to say tonight. I like a woman that can talk dirty while she’s fucking.”

  He climbed on top of me and slid his dick into me as far as it would go. I hadn’t been with anybody for a few months and I was a little tight. He didn’t waste any time going right to work. There was no caressing or rubbing. It was, I’m on and I’m gonna beat the hair off of it. He pounded me like a man possessed.