Double Dippin'

by Allison Hobbs

  “You going back?” Misty asked, pouting.

  “Yeah, I gotta tap that ass real quick, but soon as she starts to nod, I’m gon’ hit her up for whatever dough she got stashed in the crib.”

  Shane and Brick pounded each other’s fists. Shane playfully tugged on Misty’s long hair. “Ow!” Laughing, Misty bent over and picked up a small stone; she threw it at Shane. “Ooo. I’ma get you!” He picked up a discarded beer bottle and chased Misty. Careful not to aim at Misty, he hurled the bottle over her head. It hit the hood of a passing car. The car screeched to an angry stop. Howling with laughter, the three friends ran from the scene of the crime and scattered in different directions.

  A few minutes later, as promised, Shane returned to Paula’s house. She opened the door, still wearing the black mesh set. Kissing her, Shane picked her up and carried her up the stairs. Paula was impressed. She weighed one hundred and sixty-five pounds but in Shane’s arms she felt demure and petite as if she weighed about one hundred and five.

  He placed her on the bed. His mouth began on Paula’s lips and then traveled down to her chest. His tongue wet the mesh fabric as he licked her C-cup breasts, arousing her until her nipples became so hard they seemed close to poking a hole through the mesh material.

  Paula panted as if she hadn’t had any dick in a long time, which bolstered Shane’s ego and encouraged him to give one hundred percent.

  He laid her down flat, and sucked and bit her nipples until she started making crazy mewing sounds. Next, he kissed her navel and abruptly stopped. “Didn’t I tell you to take this shit off?”

  Apparently incapable of responding verbally, Paula moaned incoherently. Shane softly bit her inner thighs and then her vagina without removing her thong. Paula tried to move the fabric to the side, but Shane pulled her hand away and began to lick the thin mesh fabric between her legs. Ever so often his tongue would touch upon skin. Her body quivered and shook with each touch of his tongue.

  Shane raised his head. “Tell me what you want me to kiss.”

  Paula gasped and pointed to the hot spot between her legs.

  “Tell me,” Shane insisted. “Tell me what you want me to kiss. Talk to me, baby. Talk to big daddy. Where do you want me to put these chocolate lips?”

  “All over me, I want to feel them all over me,” she said, panting for breath.

  Shane shook his head. “Aiight. Dig…you can only get these lips on one place. Do you want me to choose what I wanna suck?”

  Paula nodded her head, happy that she didn’t have to tell him what she wanted.

  Shane’s voice was low. He brought his lips close to her ear. “So if I choose to suck your elbow, you gonna be okay with that?”

  “No,” she whimpered.

  “So whatchu want me to suck?”

  “My pussy,” she finally admitted, her voice an urgent whisper, her face flushed in embarrassment.

  “You gon’ let me lick your cat after I suck it?”

  “Oh yes, baby. Please.” Paula’s breathing deepened; her body twisted in agony.

  “What about your pussy hole? You want some tongue deep down in that hole?”

  All Paula could do was moan and nod her head, yes!

  And Shane did more than lick and suck. He nibbled on her outer lips, he softly bit the inner lips, he sucked her clit and rubbed his tongue across the sensitive flesh inside her vagina.

  Then he started coming out of his clothes and it was a truly magnificent sight.

  Having caught her breath, Paula asked, “Can I film us making love?”

  “I ain’t never made no porn video—but aiight, I’m with it. I don’t mind steamin’ up the screen.” Shane shed his clothes and walked over to the mirror. With his fingers interlocked behind his head, he turned his torso from side to side and appraised his image. He could see Paula, standing behind him. Judging by the grin on her face, she liked Shane’s image also.

  CHAPTER 25

  For the benefit of the camera, Shane and Paula made phony exaggerated sounds of ecstasy. Their movements were stiff and awkward. “I’m not feelin’ this shit. Come on, baby, forget about the camera—fuck me like you mean it,” Shane told Paula, cupping her face and staring into her eyes.

  Paula began to relax after Shane kissed her. He kissed her tenderly, raking his fingers through her hair, murmuring, “I dig the shit outta you; you got me strung, Paula.” He scowled. His tone was gruff and accusing, intimating that his inability to control his emotions was upsetting. “I ain’t mean to catch no feelings—not like this,” Shane said breathing hard as he caressed her body.

  “What kind of feelings?”

  Shane’s face crumpled; he shrugged helplessly. “This shit is deep; it might be love. I don’t know…I ain’t never felt like this before,” he admitted reluctantly and then gave Paula a tortured look. Shane prided himself on his acting ability so he grimaced again to convey his severe discomfort with his inconveniently timed but overpowering emotion.

  “I love you, girl,” he muttered and dropped his head sorrowfully.

  “Oh, baby; it’s okay,” Paula cooed. “It’s okay to feel love.” She stroked the side of Shane’s face; her index finger traveled down to the dimple in Shane’s chin. “I love you, too; I fell hard the first time we made love,” she admitted, smiling as if revealing something Shane didn’t already know.

  “Come ’ere, lil’ girl,” he mumbled, wrapping Paula tightly in his arms. He could just imagine the giant grin on her face. Paula got all giggly whenever he called her, lil’ girl. Made her feel young, Shane presumed.

  “Dayum!” Shane exclaimed when he slipped a finger in Paula’s pussy. “You leaking like crazy; you want big daddy right now?”

  Paula moaned a response and climbed on top of Shane; she urgently guided him inside her. Shane appreciated that she’d cut to the chase, relieving him of the burden of tedious foreplay.

  Paula rode Shane’s dick. Holding her around her waist, Shane suddenly sat up. He slid off the bed with Paula still attached. Standing next to the bed, Shane started doing squats—taking a loudly moaning Paula along for the ride.

  She gave a tiny cry and held on to Shane’s shoulders. “Baby, nobody can do me like this. You have the best dick in the world. I love you!” she proclaimed as she clawed his back.”

  Shane was quiet. He had to concentrate on holding on to all one hundred and sixty-five pounds of Paula while he continued to fuck her and do squats simultaneously. He offered only grunts in response to her passionate outbursts.

  Paula bit Shane’s shoulder while emitting tiny murmurs that escalated to loud shouting. Shane felt Paula’s inner muscles contracting; she gave a shudder and a long moan. He stood up and walked her over to the bed. He gently placed her onto the bed. Tears rose in Paula’s eyes but Shane didn’t have time for that sensitive shit; it was time for him to bust a nut and be out! He plunged inside hard and fast and in less than a minute his face crinkled; he groaned violently. “Dayum, girl. Whatchu doin’ to me?” Once again he implied that Paula was so special, she’d forced him to surrender to love.

  They lay together for a while, breathing hard and smiling at each other. Giving Shane a look of pure adoration, Paula wiped the perspiration from his brow.

  “Damn, baby. Whassup? You tryin’ to turn me out or something?” Shane asked, with his lips poked out, and furrowed brow.

  “Turn you out? What about poor me?” she asked with a chuckle. “I’m beyond turned out; I’m a lost cause. I’m done. You got me, Shane; you own this pussy. It’s going to be real hard to get rid of me.”

  Shane smiled knowingly. The night had turned out just as he’d wanted. “I should turn off the recorder and put it away; we don’t want to leave that around. Where should I put it?”

  “You’re so thoughtful…so considerate. So sweet.” She sat up and hugged him tight and gave him another passionate kiss. “Put it in the closet in the basement,” she said, and then collapsed happily onto the pillow. There was a smile plastered on her face. Sh
e looked like she had died and gone to heaven.

  When Shane returned to the bedroom, Paula was asleep, which was his queue to start pillaging. He rifled through her purse and bureau drawers, then snooped inside the bedroom closet. He poked around the top of the shelf, searching for valuables that might be secreted inside or behind several hat boxes.

  He pocketed three gold and diamond bracelets. Inside the bureau drawers were so many glimmering items, Shane considering going downstairs to look for a shopping bag. He went downstairs to her kitchen and came back with a large department store bag with handles. Shane emptied out Paula’s husband’s jewelry drawer, which contained two diamond rings and several expensive-looking watches, and a thick wad of cash was stashed inside a tin can. Shane stuffed the money into his pocket without counting it. Next, he added Paula’s jewelry to the shopping bag. He gazed at her, wondering if he could work her wedding rings off her fingers without waking her up.

  He screwed up his lips in thought, but decided against that idea. Instead he ransacked another pocketbook, which was dangling on the handle of the closet door. The pocketbook was empty. Shane felt along the pocketbook’s satin lining and found several secret places with green folding money inside. He promptly tucked the cash inside his other pants pocket.

  Shane tiptoed down the stairs and picked up the camcorder he’d hidden behind a flower pot. Like the thief that he was, Shane exited quietly into the night.

  There was a little over five hundred dollars in cash extracted from Paula’s two pocketbooks; seven hundred was taken from her husband’s bureau drawer.

  Shane bought a half-ounce of weed and a couple bags of blow from a street-corner hustler. He bought ten blunts from an A Plus mini market and took a cab to a motel near the airport on Island Avenue.

  Once settled inside the motel, he turned off his cell phone so he could party alone; he wanted peace and quiet for the remainder of the night. Misty and Brick would be aiight, they could get through one night without his company.

  The next day, instead of getting in touch with Misty and Brick, Shane had his twin on his mind. He turned on his cell and punched in Tariq’s number. He twisted his lips in annoyance when Janelle answered the phone.

  “Can I speak to Tariq?” he said, his voice low and sullen.

  “He’s at work,” she said, speaking in a hostile tone.

  “What’s the number at his job?”

  Janelle sighed loudly, but gave Shane the number.

  Shane called Tariq at McDonald’s and arranged to meet him on his break.

  “Whassup, man. What brings you out in the daylight hours? You know you’re like a vampire; you don’t usually come out until it’s dark,” Tariq said, grinning broadly when Shane arrived.

  “You was on my mind, man. Pressing hard. Strong. Whassup witchu? You aiight?”

  “Yeah, I’m good. I’m straight,” Tariq said, nodding his head reassuringly. “Been thinking about you, too.”

  “Yeah? I’m not surprised…you know how we do.” Shane chuckled. “Yo, I been meaning to ask you something.”

  “Whassup?” Tariq tilted his head.

  “Whatever happened to Miz Holmes?”

  “You didn’t hear about what happened?”

  “No, what happened to her?”

  “Shane,” Tariq said softly. “They said she was molesting you.” Tariq lowered his head.

  Shane let out a loud guffaw; he stomped his feet as his body rocked with laughter. “Who said that shit? How the fuck that old drunk gon’ molest me? Eeow, now that’s a nasty-ass thought.” Shane wrinkled his face in disgust.

  “Well, why didn’t you speak up? They locked Miz Holmes up. LaDonna’s mom, too.” A shadow fell over Tariq’s face. “At least that’s what Shiree said in a letter she wrote me while I was at The Children’s House.”

  “Miz Holmes started drinkin’ all the time; I don’t know how she caught them charges,” Shane said, pleading innocent. “She probably said something dumb while she was drunk. You know she stopped making sense long before you got sent to the Children’s Home. But I think LaDonna’s boyfriend, Easy, set up her mom. He probably blamed her for letting me come over to see LaDonna.”

  Tariq nodded. “Yeah, he probably found out about you and LaDonna and wanted to get some kind of revenge.”

  “How much time did they get; do you know?”

  “Man, I really don’t know. But I heard Miz Holmes is out and living in some boarding home near that church she used to drag us to. I wanted to go see her because she was so nice to us, but I was just too embarrassed after everything that happened. Shiree said LaDonna’s mom only had to do a couple months. She said it seems like Miss Goldie bounced right back.” A worried scowl formed on Tariq’s face. “You should stay away from Southwest, man. You probably got a lot of enemies around there,” he cautioned Shane.

  “I ain’t worried ’bout no Southwest niggas.” Shane patted his side pocket, indicating he was carrying a gun. “I got my burner, man. Southwest don’t want no trouble from me, I’ll blast them pussies in a heartbeat,” Shane said with much bravado. “By the way, did you ever fuck Shiree?” Shane asked, wearing a devilish smile.

  Tariq blushed. “No, it wasn’t like that with her.” Tariq drifted off in thought. “Anyway,” he said, changing the subject, “I asked the social worker about Miz Holmes and she said you testified against her, but they didn’t call on me because I was in therapy. Plus, she said I’d been through enough and testifying in court might be too much for me. I told her I didn’t have nothing to testify about because I didn’t know what they were talking about.” Tariq looked at Shane and sighed. “Is that true? Did you go to court and testify against Miz Holmes and LaDonna’s mom?”

  Shane turned up his top lip in bitter denial. “That social worker’s full of shit. Yeah, I went to court but it was on some trumped-up charges against me. I told you those cops put those drugs on me.” Shane frowned at the memory of being falsely accused. “So what did you say about therapy?”

  “They thought I was depressed. I guess I was feelin’ a little sorry for myself. You know, everything happened so fast. The social worker was at our house; me and Miz Holmes were waiting for you. That social worker could tell Miz Holmes was drunk and the next thing I know, they took me back to the Children’s Home…without you. We were together again for just a hot second before you got sent away for three years.” Tariq sighed.

  “I knew you was goin’ through it; but there wasn’t nothin’ I could do. I tried to call you, but I didn’t even know where you was at first. Then when I found out, there was all this red tape between the city and the state.”

  “I know. I went through it, too. The social worker was trying to act like she was trying to help, but she really wasn’t doing nothing. That had to be the worst time of my life, man.”

  “Mine too, man. Mine, too.” Shane hugged his brother. It was a tight and emotional embrace. Shane released Tariq and did the only thing he could do to make himself feel better. “Here you go, man.” Shane gave Tariq three hundred dollars.

  “What’s this?” Tariq asked, looking at the money with a confused expression. “You just gave me money, Shane. I can’t keep taking money from you.”

  “I always share whatever I have with you, ain’t nothin’ changed. I know it’s got to be hard on y’all with you being the only one workin’.”

  “Janelle’s getting ready to come back to work,” Tariq said in his wife’s defense. “But man…I feel bad taking more money from you when you ain’t even set up in your own place. You probably could have used that five hundred on getting yourself an apartment…”

  “That wasn’t just from me. That was a gift from me and my crew. I’m cool, man. I’m hooking up a crib right now. But look, dawg, I’m real proud of you,” Shane said, grinning. “You’re somebody’s pop. Now that’s whassup. You the muthafuckin’ man, Tariq. That’s real rap.”

  Feeling proud but also self-conscious, Tariq smiled and cast his eyes toward the ground.

/>   “Look, little bro, what’s mine is yours and I know what’s yours is mine. That little rough patch we went through wasn’t about shit. I knew I was gonna make that shit right, but I couldn’t do nothin’ about it while I was locked up.”

  Tariq looked near tears. “I can’t believe I treated you like that. My own brother; I’m so sorry, Shane.”

  “That’s the power of the pussy, man. I knew what was up. Just don’t let that broad chump you like that no more. You gotta control the pussy; you can’t let it control you. Remember that, aiight?” He patted Tariq’s back. “I gotchu, man. I got your back.”

  With those words ringing in his ears and an extra three hundred dollars in his pocket, Tariq returned to work feeling loved and secure. It was good to not feel afraid, which was how he’d felt ever since his son had been born. Afraid that he’d fail as a provider, as a father, as a husband, afraid he’d fail as a man.

  With his true other half back in his life, he felt like a total person instead of like half a man.

  CHAPTER 26

  2002

  The exchange between him and his brother had Shane feeling emotional and in need of something that was hard to find. Getting high and raising hell with Brick and Misty would not soothe him tonight.

  Shane thought about a girl he’d met a few days before, a pretty Puerto Rican named Valencia. Valencia was hot and he had every intention of getting with her…but not tonight.

  He couldn’t define what he was feeling; it was a carnal urge—a yearning that he couldn’t begin to analyze, but recognized as being absurd. Without allowing himself to be motivated by conscious thoughts that would deter him, Shane simply hailed a cab and hopped in. Seated comfortably in the back, he told the driver where he wanted to go. “Forty-Second and Wyalusing,” Shane said, knowing there was no turning back.