Get Somebody New

by Lewis, Michael

  “Oh hell no. We are going right now to handle his ass.”

  Ingrid and I went back over to Zeke’s to confront Alton.

  Ezekiel

  I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw Alton put his foot down with Nadiah. I was equally dumbfounded when Nadiah apologized.

  “I’m so sorry everybody.” Alton said to us.

  “It’s good you finally let her know you aren’t gonna take that violence from her anymore. Is anyone ready for another margarita?” I asked.

  “I bet you she went straight to Ingrid’s.” Alton remarked.

  “Alton do you notice anything strange about that friendship?”

  “I’ve never really given it much thought. Why?”

  “You poor thing, you haven’t a clue, do you?” I asked.

  “Clue about what?”

  “Alton, I hoped you would eventually see this on your own, but I will go ahead and help you out. Have you ever noticed that Ingrid can’t stand you?”

  “Well yeah, but she doesn’t have a reason to dislike me. I hardly even talk to her. What, you think something is going on between them?”

  “Nigga, is rain wet?”

  Alton stood there letting my words sink in. Suddenly loud banging on my front door startled us. I went to the door, snatched it open, and went off!

  “What is your damn problem?” I said, before realizing that it was Ingrid.

  “Where is Alton?” She fumed.

  “He is minding his business, like you should be.”

  “I’ll handle this Zeke.” Alton said as he stepped behind me.

  When Ingrid saw Alton, she lunged at him and caught me between the two of them. Jazz rushed forward to break them apart and free me.

  Alton paid no attention to Ingrid, who was standing in a fighting position with her fists up. He walked out to the passenger side of her car where Nadiah was sitting.

  “What the hell is wrong with you? I don’t know what lie you told her, but you better get her ass before she gets hurt.”

  “You twisted my arm don’t act like you didn’t.” Nadiah lied with an evil smirk on her face.

  “Nadiah stop lying.”

  Ingrid ran up behind Alton and punched him in the back. He turned swiftly and raised his fist, but caught himself before he actually hit her. He grabbed Ingrid by her neck with one hand and scared her shitless. Even though I was about 20 feet away, I could see the veins and tendons in his arm twisting and flexing as he squeezed her neck.

  “Get your ass in the truck right now, Nadiah!” He said while unlocking the truck door with his remote.

  “I’m not going anywhere wit….”

  “Git cho' ass in that truck, now!” He snapped, cutting her off mid-sentence.

  “You don’t have to go with him Nadiah. Get back in the car.” Ingrid said.

  “Shut up! You better go on your way, before I….”

  “Before you what?” Ingrid asked.

  “Later for this.” He said as he picked Nadiah up like a feather and carried her to his truck in one arm.

  Ingrid went ballistic. She chased after Alton hitting him and shouting for him to put Nadiah down. Alton, shifted Nadiah into his left arm, turned, and backhanded Ingrid with his right hand. She hit the ground so hard that dust rose up around her. After putting Nadiah in the truck, Alton went around to the driver’s side and opened the door.

  “Ingrid No!” Nadiah screamed, alerting Alton to turn around.

  Alton turned his head right into the barrel of the pearl handled, 9mm handgun Ingrid held a half-inch from his face.

  “What are you gonna do with that?”

  “If you don’t let her out of the truck, I will shoot you.”

  “I’m not holding her in the truck. My wife wants to go home with her HUSBAND!”

  “Nadiah get out of the truck.” Ingrid said looking past Alton into the truck.

  “Ingrid go home. I’ll be okay.”

  “What?” Ingrid asked.

  Ingrid aimed the gun at Alton’s head with her finger quivering on the trigger.

  “Go ahead, I dare you, dyke.” Alton said antagonizing Ingrid even more.

  Suddenly there was a loud bang and Ingrid was on the ground. It was so fast that I couldn’t clearly see what happened. I saw Alton’s head bleeding and got a sick feeling in my stomach. Then a slow motion replay began in my brain. When Alton saw that Ingrid was about to shoot, he moved quickly. In one fluid motion he pushed her arm up with his left hand then snatched the gun away with his right hand. Alton grabbed her entire face with his huge left hand and pushed her backwards. With the gun in his right hand, he aimed at her.

  “I could kill you right now and no judge would convict me! Get in your car and take your ass home!”

  Alton got in his truck with the gun and started the ignition. He shook his head as he drove away. Nadiah had a look of genuine fear on her face. Ingrid, who’d suffered the ultimate embarrassment, simply staggered to her car and left.

  “Whoso diggeth a pit shall fall therein.”

  ---Proverb

  Three

  Nadiah Allen

  “Tell me right now what you want Nadiah! I’m sick and tired of trying when you constantly undermine my efforts.” Alton said.

  “Are you saying you want a divorce Alton?”

  “Nadiah stop the fucking mind games. If you want a divorce, then I want a divorce!”

  “Okay Alton, no I don’t want a divorce.”

  “What was all of that shit about with Ingrid? Do you realize that if I had been a second slower she would have shot me in my head? What’s going on? Are you a lesbian?”

  “I’ve always been attracted to women, but I wouldn’t say I’m a lesbian. I am attracted to men too.”

  “Have you been having sex with Ingrid?”

  “Yes and no.”

  “What the hell does that mean? Did the question confuse you?”

  “We’ve been intimate, but it depends on what you define as sex.”

  “Alright “Billie Mae Clinton” I’ll spell it out for you. Have you had oral sex with her? Has she penetrated you, digitally or otherwise? Do you have feelings for her?”

  “My answer is no to the first question; Yes, to the second. I am attracted to her, but I am not in love with her if that’s what you mean.”

  “That’s where you were on Valentine’s Day, wasn’t it?”

  “Don’t do this Alton.”

  “Isn’t it? Just tell the truth Nadiah.”

  “Yes.”

  His shoulders slumped when he heard my confession. He looked like he wanted to cry.

  “It all makes sense now.” He said.

  I was too ashamed to look at Alton directly.

  Alton got up and walked into to the closet. He pulled out a black velvet box.

  “I was gonna give you this after I proposed to you to marry me again and renew our vows.”

  The box contained a three carat diamond ring.

  “Nadiah I love you. I’ve always loved you. I gave you everything you said you wanted when we got married. More importantly, you have my heart. Nadiah let me in. Be my wife and let me be your husband.” Alton said as his eyes strained unsuccessfully to hold back his tears.

  “Alton I’m sorry for everything I’ve done to you, to us. I do love you.”

  “You haven’t said that to me since our first anniversary 6 years ago.”

  “I know and I am sorry for that too. Alton, I love and want you.”

  He kissed me and pulled me firmly to his chest. I undressed quickly and lay on the bed as he performed a seductive striptease for me. His bulging muscles flexed slowly. Alton’s warm, caramel-colored skin glowed deliciously under the soft, white light of the bedside lamp. He stood in his boxer briefs gazing seductively at me with his gorgeous, golden brown eyes. Alton grabbed his throbbing erection. The veins in his large calloused hand strained against his moist skin as he seductively kneaded the full, growing bulge in his underwear.

  I couldn’t stand
it anymore.

  “Come here.” I said.

  He walked over to me, with his massive erection straining the fabric of his boxer briefs. I slid my hands slowly down his back and beneath the waistband of his underwear. I pulled the garment down and placed my hand around the generously thick, long shaft. His dick jerked forcefully as I planted a small kiss on the head of it. I extended my tongue and gently licked along the side of his hardness. His breathing became erratic and his voice thickened with lust. I focused my attention on the large, throbbing vein running the full length of his dick. Starting at the base, I licked along the phallic lifeline teasingly. My husband gazed at me lovingly, pleading with his eyes for me to continue.

  Alton shivered as I took the rigid head of his large penis into my mouth. I teased the head for a moment with my wet tongue to really drive him crazy.

  “Alton lay back baby.” I directed.

  “Uh uh um O-O-Oh- Okay.” He obeyed.

  Alton lowered himself onto the bed slowly. Pacing myself, I slowly took the stiff phallus into my throat as Alton gazed at me dreamily with a mixture of disbelief and anticipation. His Adam’s apple moved up and down as he swallowed hard to calm himself. For the first time in a long time I realized just how fine he really was. His body is long and slim; his chest and arms are very muscular and defined. His long neck compliments his broad shoulders. Even the shape of his head is perfect with its chiseled jaw line and tapered chin. His smile is beautiful when he has a reason to show it. I admit I hadn’t given him a reason to smile much.

  The way his full lips curl upwards in the corners when he smiles and his deep dimples set me on fire. His perfectly trimmed mustache and shadow beard made him even sexier. An urge came over me to touch him all over, so I did. Running my hands over the thick hair on his chest and body put me into overdrive, as I relished the fact that it was all mine.

  “I can’t wait any longer Nadiah. I want you so bad.”

  “I’m all yours Alton.”

  He positioned his body above mine. I held my head back and closed my eyes as I anticipated his touch. I felt the bed shift and a warm wetness on my left breast. I opened my eyes just as his long tongue curled around my nipple.

  He kissed the area between my breasts and quickly moved down, down, down until he reached “the spot” as he called it. Alton began to lick my clitoris with fervor while placing the long middle finger of his right hand inside me. His intimate attention made me wetter and wetter, which excited him even more. He added his index finger and pressed them both inside me slowly. He flicked that button inside me the way only he could and I opened like a flower to his touch. Alton quickly replaced his fingers with his tongue and plunged it deep inside me.

  Alton started his tongue acrobatics, first flattening his broad tongue and pressing it firmly against the bottom of my vagina. He then began to make clockwise circles with his long tongue planted firmly and deeply inside me. Once he’d worked me into a frenzy, Alton removed his tongue slowly, used his fingers to open Miss Kitty nice and wide, then without warning pressed his tongue deeply in her center holding it there for a few seconds. Alton grabbed my waist because he knew what the outcome would be. After getting a firm hold he started! He began to flip his tongue back and forth deep inside Miss Kitty! My body quivered all over, as an intense orgasm possessed my body.

  Alton moved on top of me, gently spreading my legs with his knees. I reached down and guided him inside me, anxious to receive him. He entered me cautiously, waiting for me to give him the OK. Then in one smooth stroke he pressed his entire length inside me. He felt so good it brought tears to my eyes. My body ached desperately, craving the depth of his touch. I grabbed his tight ass and pulled him closer with desperation.

  “Damn baby. It’s like that?”

  “Yeah it’s like that!”

  “Wrap your legs around me and hold on………… Auuugh!” he grunted as he pressed forward.

  The only sounds that escaped me were a series of moans, pants, and passionate cries. I’d forgotten just how good that man felt and how good he made me feel. He navigated the depths of my femininity as I allowed him access to all of me. Each deep dip of his back brought me closer and closer to another orgasm.

  I opened myself completely to Alton, let my guard down, and for the first time trusted him as my husband. I met each of his thrusts with my body. We looked at each other as we made love with the possibility of creating a new life. Alton reached down and gently swept away the hair that clung to my sweat-moistened face.

  A feeling came over me and took my body hostage. My insides tightened and twisted in contorted bliss. I felt the center of my passion grip his dick tightly and I couldn’t control it. My feminine moisture inundated his rapidly swelling penis, as he got closer to his climax. Just as my orgasm’s tide began to ebb, Alton’s began to flow. He shuddered as he planted his essence deep within me. I received him with complete trust and wrapped my arms tightly around my husband.

  “I love you Nadiah, just open your heart and let me.”

  “I love you Alton.”

  Ezekiel

  Jazz invited me to a party he was DJ’ing. I started to decline the invite but I had a moment of spontaneity and asked “What the hell?” Besides, he helped me with my tire without even knowing me and didn’t even take the money I offered him. I was glad I went to the party to see him in his work element. Afterwards when he asked me to hang out while he got his equipment, I did. In my mind I’d already figured him to be a straight boy so I kept my desires in check.

  When he asked me to go eat after his set I was confused. I couldn’t figure out whether he was interested in me sexually or if he just wanted to be friends. He asked in a way that made it seem like he would be heartbroken if I declined. I certainly couldn’t do that, so I accepted. At dinner we talked and got to know each other and I made the decision he wanted to be friends, which was cool. I also figured that if he was interested in me then he would have probably hit on me after stopping to help me, giving me a ride, and changing my tire; since I was in his debt at that point.

  Once we hung out a few more times I noticed Jazz acted like a typical homophobe and hard thug/hood type. My friendship with him was a contradiction of everything I stood for. I don’t know if I greatly valued his friendship or if I was just so attracted to him that I turned a blind eye to the red flags left and right. It could have been both reasons.

  As I worked lazily on a project for my film class, I found every distraction to take me away from work. I shuffled cards, flipped through the T.V. stations, surfed the Internet, but nothing caught my interest. After I’d exhausted all of my available distractions, my cell phone rang.

  “Sup Zeke! What it do?”

  “Just working on a film project for class.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were busy. Just call me when you get done working.”

  “I’m cool. What’s going on?”

  “I don’t want to take you away from your schoolwork man. That’s more important.”

  I wanted to tell him that being with him was more important than anything right then. Instead I said,

  “No, Jazz. I was just getting an early start. It’s not pressing.” I lied.

  Although I had only one week until it was due, I was only 25 percent done. Only Jazz mattered to me right then.

  “Oh I was gonna ask if you wanted to chill wit cha boy tonight.”

  “Yeah, that’s cool come on over.”

  “Alright, I got a stop to make and I’ll be by in ‘bout an hour.”

  “Okay that’s cool.”

  I took a shower, shaved, then went to my closet and stood in confusion agonizing over what to wear. A car door slammed outside and I almost fell down running to see if it was Jazz. It was only my next-door neighbor. I threw on some boxer briefs, denim shorts, and my new Knicks throwback jersey. As I stood in the mirror looking at myself, a depressing realization occurred to me. All of my efforts were in vain because he probably wouldn’t notice anyw
ay.

  As I laced up my sneakers, I heard Jazz’s trademark knock. His warm smile greeted me as I opened the door.

  “What’s going on Zeke?”

  “You tell me, Jazz?”

  “I’m just chillin’ as always man. Yo, I like that throwback, that’s the business!”

  “Thanks. I just got it.” I said, smiling brightly because he noticed.

  “Hey I brought some DVD’s and stuff.”

  “What you got?”

  “Umm I got Crush Groove, Cooley High, and well um… I got this too.” He said quietly as he handed me a disc.

  “Oh Brokeback Mountain? Why you acting all nervous like it’s a porno or something?”

  “Nah, I just don’t want you to think I’m no faggot or nothin’. I mean since you said it was good I figured I’d get it and see what’s up that’s all.”

  “Ain’t nobody said all that. Let’s watch Crush Groove. I haven’t seen that in a minute. Crush Groo—oooo vin body Moo ooovin!”

  “Yeah that and Breakin' was the shit. Hey how is your cousin Alton? That wife of his is a character.”

  “Oh man I hate to think about them. He said they talked and worked it out. He hasn’t mentioned anything so I guess they are fine. She is gonna do something soon though, I know her well.”

  “I can see why he holding on to her though, she fine as hell.”

  “Hell is exactly where she is from. That evil bitch is Lucifer in a dress.”

  “Ha Ha… man you crazy!”

  I made popcorn while Jazz started the movie. He took his shoes off and got comfortable in the recliner, which had become his chair by default whenever he came over. Forever observing things, when Jazz took his shoes off, I instantly noticed his socks. When a man has on bright, white, clean socks, it is such an instant turn-on. I don’t know why. Every pair of socks Jazz wore looked like he’d just worn them for the first time.

  About five minutes into the movie his cell phone started ringing. He looked at it, silenced the ringer, and put it on the end table next to him. 5 minutes later I heard a phone ring again, that time it was a different cell phone. He looked at it and did the same thing. About 10 minutes later the phone vibrated. He stopped it and put it back on the table.