There was something magnetic about Rico, just as Tanya said. I was wet and wanted to lie down and let him take care of me, instead of returning to the frustration of stroking myself wildly. What was I going to do? I only had one choice: let myself go and get mine. Hey, you only live once. With those thoughts, I was no longer struggling to make up my mind about cheating with Rico.
It was on and popping when Rico whipped out body paint and a little brush from his pocket. I forgot I was living life on the edge. My walls of defense came tumbling down as he appealed to my emotional side, asking me about all the things I didn’t like about Trey. For starters, I told him about how Trey didn’t touch me, and what it was like feeling as if I would be marrying an invisible husband. He inspired me to open up by dripping chocolate on my body and painting naughty messages on me as if I were an art palate. Without realizing it, I told him vital information I should’ve kept private. I giggled and giggled as the sticky liquid fell onto my skin in the most ticklish places. After he finished, Rico drew one large heart in a thick layer of chocolate and took his time licking off every drop. As promised, he nearly licked me from head to toe.
His range of foreplay moves ended with properly sucked toes, licked thighs, a fully explored belly button, and loosened shoulders from an erotic back massage. I was primed to give it up and temporarily forgot that Trey had nearly taken me off the market.
For two hours straight, I had more erotic fun than I’d had the whole time I’d known Trey. Rico knew what to do and exactly how to do it. This fact made me leave my stress behind and scream Rico’s name at the top of my lungs like he was the one I cooked and prayed for each and every night. I lost track of time—the sheets were soaked with sweat, and the room smelled like steamy sex. Rico did things to me that Trey wouldn’t do in two centuries, and he seemed to focus on my satisfaction before his own. He was serving attention on a platter, and I was enjoying indulging in the sweetness of what he was offering. It was like Rico had the master key to expose what I felt I needed and managed to open my every feeling. I couldn’t have asked for a better experience, or a better lover. Unlike Trey, missionary sex was not the primary position, and Rico didn’t fear going down to tongue-fuck me.
“Damn, mami. You are so thick. Tell me you’ll always be my freak,” Rico said, flicking his tongue over my clit.
Trying to keep it together enough to talk, I answered, “I’ll always be your freak, Rico, even after I marry Trey.”
“Whose pussy is this now?” he said, raising his head from between my legs.
“Yours,” I answered breathlessly as he licked my tiny pearl, which was growing with hardness.
“Whose?” he asked, after licking it for the last time. “Say my name for me, mami.”
“Trey!” I whined intentionally.
“Trey—oh no you didn’t! I’m making you scream and moan like someone’s beating on you, and you’re thinking about someone who you claim never made you have an orgasm? I’m going to punish your ass for getting mixed up,” Rico said. After that I can’t recall his exact words, but it sounded like he was trying to tell me something about wanting me in Spanish. “Mami, yo quiero todo de su curepo. I want your body all to myself. Do you want mine?”
“Yes.”
“You’re not lying to me, are you?”
“No.”
“Who am I? Who’s giving you this good loving?”
“Rico.”
“Prove that you want me. Show me, Leslie, and I will give you something you’ve never felt. Don’t think about it, just show me like a good freak would,” Rico said. I sat upright and positioned myself on my hands and knees. We were straight fucking, to say the least. Our session grew sweeter and sweeter as our bodies dripped with sweat.
I looked back at him. “Hit it from the back and stroke it good. After that, it’s my turn to please you, papi.”
When Rico entered me from behind, I held my ass cheeks open wide and my body began to quiver. My bottom lip dropped when the smacking noise began and my ass cheeks began to vibrate. I could feel my eyes roll back in my head when Rico drove himself deep inside of me, simultaneously reaching around in front of me to massage my clit. Suddenly, he scooped me up. The next thing I knew, he was balancing me in the air as I held him tightly around the neck. My hair came undone and I had no idea where my barrette had flown. I hated wild hair and usually confined it to a bun or ponytail. For once, I didn’t mind letting my mane fly free.
“Ah—there it is. That’s the spot. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. You make me feel so good. Oh Rico. Shit! Oh my God! Fuck yes! What are you doing to me?” I screamed as his powerful, muscular legs allowed him to perform some sort of acrobatic feat.
Rico began pumping me faster; saying all kinds of crazy madness about him not ever having fucked a pussy as wet, me remembering not to scream his name on my honeymoon, and me having an open invitation to get buck wild with him anytime I got sick of pretending Trey was meeting my sexual needs. My glasses were jumping up and down on my face, right along with me. I pushed them up on my nose as Rico laughed. When Rico sat me down on top of Trey’s light oak dresser and gripped my ass while sucking and licking my tits, I began to tingle all over. He raised his head and slowly kissed me on the lips.
“You’re so beautiful. Damn, Leslie. Does Trey tell you how fine you are, everyday? Why would he be in the club, when the finest thing to look at is right here?”
“He stopped telling me that and making me feel special a long time ago. I guess I don’t turn him on anymore, but at least I know I turn you on,” I said sadly.
We walked over to Trey’s antique wingback reading chair. As soon as Rico sat down I fell to my knees and began sucking on his penis. He tilted his head back and gapped his legs open in front of me as I moved my head back and forth toward his midsection. I imagined he was Trey, as my lips wrapped around his thick, long cock. After Rico hardened again and let out a guttural moan, he said, “Oh fuck . . . this feels good as shit! Now I know what it’s like to be Trey. Mami, he’s a very lucky man. In fact, who says he deserves to be this lucky? Let’s make the best of the situation—me and my man are secretly going to have to share this stuff.”
“You want me to get on top of that?” I asked, lifting my head. “By the looks of your dick, I think you’re ready for some more.”
“I’m waiting, mami. I think it’s obvious I didn’t come here for a quickie. I knew you were a closet freak. So what’s up now—que’ pasa?” He flipped the script and added, “What do you want? This is your fantasy—I’m just here to fulfill it.”
I tugged at Rico’s hand, grinning. He followed me to Trey’s bed. Rico lay down and left the next move up to me. He began to moan as I lowered my vagina on his penis. When I did, my wetness began to gush all over again. This was the first time I had ever dominated a man, and I loved it. Finally, my body relented and I experienced my first orgasm with a man.
“I think I’m cumming. I’m cumming! Yeeeeessss! I’m reaaaaaally cumming!” I screamed with delight as I bounced wildly on top of him like a three-time-winning rodeo champion. As I creamed, I heard one of the slats break under the bed, but I continued responding as if I was oblivious to what had occurred.
I felt years younger as my sexual frustration evolved into toe-curling satisfaction. After I climaxed, I attempted to climb down from my brown horse and catch my breath but Rico bit his lip with excitement as his penis began to swell. Like a tidal wave, he began to cum then pulled out of me to let semen trickle on my face and glasses. I licked Rico’s happy ending from my glasses. Although they were cloudy, I put them back on just to be funny. All of the sudden, I heard glass shatter in another room. Like a bolt of lightening, I jumped up off the bed, pushing Rico away from me. Without thinking, I ran toward the noise, removing my glasses to wipe them between my thumbs for a quick cleaning. Of course my visibility was still compromised when I put them back on, but what I couldn’t see clearly, I could surely hear.
3
The Backstabber
“Oh my God!” Tanya said, shaking her head and taking breaths in between each word. “I can’t believe this. Bitch, how could you? See how you do me! You’re the godmother of my two children. I’m the maid of honor in your wedding! You’re like a blood sister. You told me to break up with Rico and come to find out ya’ll are fucking each other! I thought you were celibate too. Ain’t this some shit!” Tanya mumbled teary-eyed as the volume of her voice escalated.
“What do you want me to do? I’m sorry! Now just calm down, Tanya,” I said, pleading with my best friend. I was shocked to see her but tried to play off the awkward moment.
“Calm down my ass! And what a weak apology! I came over here to vent after I broke up with Rico, but I see whose side you’re really on, you back biting, bitch-ass ho,” she said, jerking her head all around her neck like a girl from the hood.
My usually mild-mannered friend, who swayed next to me while singing in the church choir, picked up the same brick from Trey’s flowerbed she’d apparently used to break the picture window. Tanya knocked the window out completely, then walked through it to gain entry into the house. In a fit of rage, she threw the brick across the room, knocking over an imported Asian vase I’d given Trey on the anniversary of our one year commitment. I looked at Tanya in awe as she stormed past me, heading toward the bedroom.
Upon her heated arrival, Rico said, “Ladies, ladies. There’s enough to go around for the both of you, so don’t fight. All three of us can have some fun. Leslie can suck my shit, and Tanya can open wide and swallow. Now are both of you down for the next round?” He continued stroking himself. I couldn’t believe what a perverted ass he was!
“You’re not funny, Rico. And the big beef I have is with you, Leslie. I was outside listening near the bedroom window for a while,” Tanya said, wildly waving her finger in my face. She moved closer then continued, poking me in the middle of my chest. “I had my suspicions that he was no good, but you, you take the motherfucking cake! You’re supposed to be a Christian!” she screamed.
“Look, Tanya, slow your roll. I’m saved, not dead. Oh, so now I’m supposed to take the blame for everything? I didn’t twist his arm to come here. Apparently, I’m a member of the cleanup committee because you don’t know what to do or how to do it. You were too busy pretending God said sex was nasty. Furthermore, I never made a promise to love, honor, and cherish you. In case your high and mighty uptight ass has forgotten, I’m marrying my man, not you, and I’m strictly dickly. If you didn’t know what to do with that fine pretty boy over there, you left the door open for anyone to satisfy him. In this case, he felt I was fit to do the job. Call next time. No one told you to show up without announcing your visit. Don’t trip—since you were eavesdropping on how I get down, I hope you took some damn good notes!” I said, erasing everything I’d told her during our bonding time earlier the same day.
I have no idea where my arrogance came from, but my lips were moving, saying all sorts of nasty things, regardless of how I betrayed my girl. The more I said, the better it felt to lash out at Tanya, although I didn’t know why I wanted to be so mean. Apparently, my last audible jabs were fighting words, and the camel’s back was officially broken.
“Good things come in small packages, bubble ass!” Tanya screamed. She intentionally broke my four hundred dollar glasses, and then pushed me down on the bed, grabbing handfuls of my hair and punching me all over my body. We rolled around, and I managed to slap her in the face and poke at her eyes. Rico should have been trying to pry us apart but he seemed to become more aroused by the girl fight. I heard him moaning when I managed to peel Tanya off of me. She fell to the floor. I kicked her in the ribs and held my size nine on top of her petite frame.
“From the bottom of my heart, I’m sorry you had a shitty day, but take a deep breath and move on my sista. See, something good did come from this. At least you know the Rico Suave knock off is not the one for you. Pick up your pride and move the hell on. Begging isn’t cute my friend. Didn’t you learn that from your failed marriage? Touch me again and I’m going to knock your ass out and hang you on a telephone pole. You know I train in the gym and can drop you like a dude. I’m warning you, Tanya. Make it a priority to calm your five-foot-two ass down in three seconds or less, and stop acting like I offended all of mankind. Why are you fighting over leftovers, sweetie? Were you looking for a daddy to be a father figure for your rug rats?”
Tanya began to cry like I’d dealt her the lowest possible blow. I knew my words cut her deeply but I didn’t care. Making her miserable made me feel powerful. “Get out, bitch,” I continued. “No one wants to hear all of this drama. Why’d you break my glasses? These are the pair with the scratch-proof lenses. They cost me four hundred dollars!”
“So what? Wait until I tell Trey about this. And, I’m going to tell pastor what you pulled when I get to church on Sunday. Let’s see what he thinks of Ms. Leslie then,” she threatened.
“If you do go there, I’ll have to call the police and report you for breaking and entering and assault. And for the grand finale, I’ll see to it that your ex takes your kids away when he hears about you being an unstable, violent mother who tried to wreck your best friend’s wedding after trying to fuck her man. Try me and I’ll turn it all around in my favor. That’s the part I’m telling you about, but there could be more where that came from. If you want to open your big mouth, bring it on.”
“You wouldn’t! You were wrong, not me.”
“Welcome to the real world, Miss Hooked on Stupid! Don’t threaten me with wrecking my wedding. I’m good for it. Try me. By the way, try ordering some ProActiv for your adult case of acne, and tone up that accordion looking belly if you want to wear shirts that show your midriff. Flabby, bumpy, blubber is not a good look. None of that is cute. Now I can finally tell you the truth since you wanted to start the Battle of Little Big Mouth!”
“I never want to see you again, you closet freak! I had no idea you were like this! You’re disgusting! You need prayer!”
“Get the fuck out. Should I call 911 or what? I have a witness and I’m not thrilled about having to repair the shit you damaged. What’s it going to be?”
Tanya spit on me and stormed out of Trey’s place. The only reason I didn’t chase her down was because I was naked and didn’t want to attract any more attention to Trey’s house. After the tires of her four-door Toyota Camry squealed, and she took off, I dressed so I could see if she tried any funny stuff before stepping off. Sure enough she plastered the word NYMPHO on the door and underlined it twice in bright red lipstick. When I thought of the lie I was going to have to tell to explain this mess to Trey, I stormed back to the bedroom to throw out Rico’s horny ass. I knew I had to get rid of the evidence quickly because the house next door was up for sale and people had been trailing in and out of it on several occasions. I didn’t need the realtor knocking on Trey’s door asking questions about anything.
“Ding, ding, ding. Your time’s up. Game over, baby boy.” I began picking up slithers of glass from off of the floor, carefully placing them in the palm of my right hand.
“Already?” Rico said, grinning. “You church girls are wild as hell. Let me find out I need to hunt for sisters in the house of the Lord.”
After I dropped the glass in the trash, I turned around and rolled my eyes at him.
Without saying another word, I shooed him out after making him dress quickly. I made it clear that he better not breathe a word to his boy, and he should forget what happened between us like he’d suffered the worse case of amnesia. Suddenly, my spirit turned icy, and I couldn’t tolerate the sight of Rico. I cussed him out and explained that he’d worn out his welcome. He thought I was joking, but I wasn’t. I stuffed his black Calvin Klein drawers in his hand, found his balled up t-shirt, and commanded him to clean the lipstick off of Trey’s door on his way out. After he left, I returned to the bedroom to start cleaning up whatever I could in a hurry.
My gaze fell on something green. Appa
rently, Rico had paid me three hundred dollars cash money for fulfilling his fantasy. There was a note sitting underneath which read: I WANT YOU TO KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT TOO. TAKE THIS AND GET SOME KINKY SHIT FROM FREDERICKS OF HOLLYWOOD FOR YOUR HONEYMOON. I KNOW YOU’LL WEAR IT WELL, MI AMOR.
I smiled as I ripped up Rico’s note and flushed it down the toilet. He had no idea, but he’d just given me the idea to get paid to get my rocks off. After all, how I rolled officially made me a freak and maybe I liked the idea of men screaming my name. At that moment, I decided my pet name when I was acting devilish would be Innocence. Round one of my official secret life was about to begin. Fortunately, I made a habit of keeping a spare set of glasses in my glove compartment for freak accidents. By my standards, I think this scenario qualified, but it was worth it because I enjoyed learning that tasting forbidden fruit could taste so very good. On top of it all, I became hooked on having orgasms—amen, amen, and AMEN!
Although I had already opened up Pandora’s Box, I was in search of the next opportunity to work my hips.
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