Nympho

by Andrea Blackstone

  I stopped near the bar where a small crowd of people were assembled around a young black woman who was topless. She waved her arms around in the middle of the circle, bragging about her assets and about how they should want to see much more. She was a trip. I couldn’t believe the maniac was imitating a wobbly bobble head, allowing her audience to inspect her cow udders which each had nipple ring. The funny thing was that no one outside of the circle gawked at her. Acting sexually liberated and free appeared to be the norm.

  I walked into the next room and entered a whole new world of freakiness; the aura reminded me of an old-fashioned house party. People were grooving and grinding to Little Kim’s “Lighters Up.” It was so dark, all I could make out were shadows of faces and bodies. Women were dancing with women. Couples were dancing with couples. One man was indulging by getting his penis sucked as he stood against a wall. Next to him sat a brother who was enjoying a lap dance. The room was definitely hot, and not in a way that the fan in the corner could cool it off. As rumored, this place was off the hook, and I enjoyed being a voyeur. People stared at me a lot, but for the most part, I was left alone.

  Next, I took a walk upstairs to find out what that scene was like. As soon as my foot hit the top step, I observed a crowd watching three women dance in a large cage. One was topless, bent over, and gripping the bars while another simulated screwing her doggy style. They appeared to be college students, no doubt on the rolls of a university less than fifteen minutes away. As they laughed and enjoyed giving a freak show, I wondered how their parents would feel if they knew what was going down. I would sure they were clueless, believing their kids were studying hard in summer school. Yeah, right—studying. They were studying Freakology 101, just like me.

  Long, loose curtains flowed, brushing the floor almost in time with the strange music that was playing. There were benches built into the sides of both walls, and I assumed they were for the convenience of other voyeurs, or those who needed the leverage. The atmosphere and the music conjured a strange vibe that proved to be too eerie for my taste. I carefully pushed my way through the crowd and walked back downstairs.

  Suddenly, I felt as if I needed a cool, stiff glass of liquor, although I’d never had anything stronger than organic cran-apple juice in my life. One drink led to two, and two led to three. Before I knew it, I had exceeded my alcohol tolerance, which was, apparently, extremely low. I quickly learned I was the type who could nearly get drunk just smelling communion wine, let alone consuming it.

  I pulled the cherry from my last drink, and tilted back my head to bite it from the stem, just as I’d seen sex sirens do in old, low budget movies. I swallowed it and noticed that my nipples were peeking out of my dress. When I looked up, a handsome-looking man was staring at me.

  “Hi, I’m Rich.” A tall brown-skinned man with smooth skin stuck out his hand to shake mine. “This is my girl, Deja.”

  “Hello.” I looked at the both of them, wondering why they had me hemmed up.

  “Are you seeing anyone?” he asked bluntly. That’s when I noticed his mustache and goatee.

  I smiled. “No ring . . . no man. I do have a friend with benefits, but I don’t think that’s quite what you were asking about.”

  They both laughed as I held my hand up and wiggled it.

  “So, you’re seeing Deja?” I asked, confused.

  “Deja is my wife, not my girlfriend.”

  “Your wife?”

  “We can both do what we want as long as we discuss it,” Rich explained.

  Then it hit me—they were swingers, and this club was swinger, bisexual, and gay friendly. Being open-minded was a requirement. It wasn’t like anyone was here just to listen to the music, drink brews, and have a good time. They were here to hook up.

  All of those apple martinis I drank started to cloud my judgment. Rich and Deja began drinking a concoction I’d never heard of called Sex on the Beach, of all things. The next thing I felt was a pat on my ass, and then I was on the dance floor nestled between the two of them. Deja was bordering on the full-figured side, but still what I considered drop-dead gorgeous. She definitely changed my mind about what society may classify as an ideal size. She stood about 5’2 and began sliding her hand up my dress, feeling on my legs.

  “You have the most firm legs,” she told me.

  I knew I’d exceeded my alcohol limit when I said, “If you like my legs, you’d love what’s in between them.”

  Rich winked at me, rubbing up against my kitty kat, causing my thoughts to become thoroughly soaked in lust. Just when I thought that I’d heard it all, he whispered in my ear after the song ended.

  “I bet we would. You’re really impressive. So what are you doing tonight?”

  “Nothing in particular,” I answered.

  “Come home and party with us, Leslie,” he offered. I felt my nipples harden as I listened to those taboo words that added up to one freaky invitation.

  “I don’t know if I should,” I said, half giggling. “I don’t know you and you all don’t know me,” I flirted. My head felt light and my coordination took on a life of its own.

  Deja pressed her two mountain peaks against my back, reached around toward mine, and gently touched my nipples with her fingertips.

  “I think you just may have the biggest nipples I’ve ever touched. They’re as big as Lemon Heads.”

  “Lemon what?” I asked, smiling.

  “The candy. I bet they taste sweeter than sugar, too,” she said. I was too inebriated to freak out. Instead, I felt relaxed enough to take the naughty trip with her.

  “I really like you, Leslie,” Deja continued.

  “I really think your man is hot and you’re cute for a girl. I never said anything like this to a woman before, but you’re really pretty. I think you’ve got the perfect shape. And your titties are so huge. How big are they?”

  “I’m an E cup—all natural. So you are attracted to us. Since that’s the case, I’m rather certain there’s something we can do for you in private. In fact, it would be our privilege to do some things to you that you’ve probably never experienced. You’ll never know what that entails unless you accept our invitation to come home with us,” she explained softly, with a hint of seductiveness in her voice. “You only live once. If you’re even a little bit curious about our proposal just say yes to doing something spontaneous. No worries, just kinky fun and pleasure—I promise,” Deja added while still massaging my nipples.

  That’s all it took to cause my wheels to turn. Her erotic stunt led to the three of us leaving in search of something I had no business finding—a ménage a trios. Although I should’ve run like the wind, this experience spelled instant gratification, and I was game to be instantly gratified by two hedonistic and horny strangers. Although I wasn’t willing to admit it to myself, part of the reason I decided to experience a threesome was to get back at Trey for ditching me to go to that stinking game. In case it’s not obvious, I hate getting stood up. Two wrongs don’t make a right, but I felt getting a little bit of pleasure could make me feel better than a mad, sexually-frustrated bitch.

  8

  The Freaks Do Come Out At Night

  As we walked down the hall leading to their apartment, our equilibrium proved to be slightly off kilter. Rich and Deja pressed every button that I had at the same time. Rich began handling his business before the three of us even made it inside of their apartment, signaling Deja to flirt with me by verbalizing what she planned to do to my body. I giggled and felt a rush of excitement. I could hear the desire in his voice. I wished Trey would play with me emotionally and physically the way they were doing, but that was unlikely so I allowed these two strangers to get off on the thought of seducing a single, lonely woman.

  The venue where we got our party started was beautiful, to say the least. It was equipped with several fireplaces, parquet floors, and antique furniture. I guess Deja was the one with the eclectic decorating style. Antiques and modern furniture coexisted in the same rooms. I spot
ted a baby grand piano, a chaise lounge, brass candle sticks, various limited edition prints, and authentic looking Tiffany lamps on our way to their bedroom. When we reached a king-sized bed topped with a lightweight gold colored silk comforter, I fell backward.

  “I’ll do anything for you and to you,” Deja said, leaning on her elbows and kissing me all over my face. Her large breasts brushed my chest.

  “We’re pretty open-minded and fun. Tell us what you like, and we’ll make your erotic dreams come true,” Rich added, removing my high heels and panties. When I looked at his body, I noticed he was all muscle.

  The pair made me feel like a goddess, so I just giggled without answering. My mind was relaxed and a smile covered my face as I anticipated how Rich and Deja would tease me. I dropped my purse on the side of the bed. Deja took the opportunity to help me undress while I sat up slightly.

  “Your shit is right. I knew it. You’re the one with the most incredible body,” she said. “Look, Rich—she has an outtie. Look at her big clit.”

  Deja affectionately began kneading my breasts and sucking on my nipples like I had her undivided attention.

  “You’re right, Deja. It looks delicious. My wife doesn’t mind sharing, so may I kiss your clitoris?” Rick asked in the cutest way.

  All I could do was nod my head yes. “Relax and enjoy having a handsome black man eat you, nice and slow. You don’t even have to return the favor . . . unless you want to,” he added. I felt Rich licking between my thighs, so I went with the flow and locked my legs around his head as his wet and welcoming tongue moved steady and slow.

  “Oh. Oh. Shit!” I screamed. My legs flew open, quivering, and my face felt flushed. The next thing I heard was the buzzing of a vibrator. Rich held it on my clitoris while Deja watched and began kissing me on the lips. I thoroughly enjoyed their hands, fingers, mouths, and tongues exploring my body. Every sensation was soothing and intense. I became completely engrossed in what we were doing, and for the first time, my mouth experienced what it was like to suck another woman’s nipples. I nestled my face in between Deja’s plump breasts and let my mouth explore her peaks, one at a time. Before I knew it, I shut my eyes and I did my best to gently suck them the same way Rico had done mine. The vibrator continued to hum steadily, teasing my clitoris, and I enjoyed giving and receiving a whole lot of pleasure.

  In the midst of having my world rocked sideways like I was participating in my first live porn flick experience, I thought I heard a knock at the door. Deja grabbed the vibrator and continued to pleasure me with it while Rich left our presence. As my moans escaped into the air, I heard him speaking in soft, low tones.

  “What in the hell do you think you’re doing? We have company,” he said.

  “And? I am not scared of you,” a bold, feminine voice replied.

  “You know you shouldn’t be here.”

  “Says who?” she asked. “So now you want to play favorites? Oh no. I don’t think so. I’m your girlfriend, remember?”

  “You know the rules. It’s not your place to just show up anytime you feel like it. You’re my girlfriend, not my wife,” Rich told her.

  “I’m trying to get some, and you’re not trying to give me any. That wasn’t the agreement either.”

  The conversation ceased, and by this time, Deja was licking me in between my legs the way a thirsty dog laps up water from a bowl. When Rich returned, he picked up where Deja left off with my breasts. In the background, I heard the shower running. The mystery woman entered the room, dropped her towel, and then joined us up on the bed. The threesome turned into a foursome. Hands were groping all over my body. As thirty fingertips touched and stimulated me, I suddenly felt the need to reciprocate. I thought of Trey while I sucked on Rich with Deja and the newest stranger pleasuring me below.

  Rich put on a condom, and then he screwed all of us, one by one. He was a beast. When my turn came, I craved the pounding sensation that I’d watched him give Deja. All kinds of swapping went on all night long, until the sun came up. I didn’t have an orgasm, but having all of that adventurous sex was a welcomed distraction.

  A ringing sound awakened me. I lifted my head from under the covers and saw people all over the room. At first, I couldn’t recall what had occurred the night before, or whose bed I was in, but I did I realize my cell phone was going off in my purse. I reached for it and took my phone out.

  “Where are you? I was worried about you. I called you after I went out with my boys and didn’t get an answer on either phone. I’ve left six messages,” Trey rambled.

  I smirked. Since I hadn’t been available to take his calls he was suddenly able to see how facing the unknown felt.

  “I was hanging out with Tanya and fell asleep at her place,” I lied, looking around at the snoring people. “I was up all night playing with the kids. We were watching Barney, and I helped her wash six loads of clothes. You’d be tired too, Trey.”

  “Hurry up. I want to see you. I fly out for a week on Monday.”

  My head was pounding because the after effects of the liquor began to kick in. I struggled to hold my lies together. The manner in which I ended up in the strange bed flooded my memory bank, and I realized my drinking binge had led me there. As I bungled through holding a conversation with Trey, an angry-looking man blew into the room talking loudly.

  “What did I tell you about this shit?” he exclaimed.

  “What’s that noise?” Trey asked.

  “Cable, I gotta go. I told Tanya about watching adult movies around the kids.” I abruptly ended the call. Everyone began to stir, jumping up like they were waking up from a bad dream.

  “Get your hot ass in the car. Hurry up! I swear you can’t make a ho into a housewife,” he spat, cursing at the strange woman. “You’re not moving fast enough, Linda.” He shook her foot, then she scrambled to comply. The couple moved against the headboard and leaned on each other. “You have nothing to say to me? And you want to take your time? Oh, hell naw!” He dragged the naked woman out of the bed by her hair. “You’re not leaving those squealing kids on me. Get up! I give you affection. I’ve been a good husband to you. I give you love. I put you through school. I keep a roof over your head, and I am the one who keeps you fed. Still, you fuck around and sleep with these freaks. Ever since they moved in the neighborhood you’ve gotten out of hand. This is the last time I’m going to have to show up and snatch you up because the house is going on the market today, and we’re moving to Kansas, Mobile, Alabama, or somewhere far away from Chocolate City or anywhere like it!”

  The woman scurried to her feet. With his left hand, the man pulled a nine from out of his pants and began waving it around the room like a lunatic. He walked over and stuck his gun between Rich’s legs. “Unless you’re willing to share your woman with me every night, leave mine alone.” He hit his wife upside the head with the gun once and then stared at Deja. “I hate you, you snatch-licking, dyke bitch—stay away from my pussy! This is your last warning! Next time, I’ll pop a cap in your freak ass.”

  Deja looked terrified, but not half as much as the man’s wife whose ponytail attachment was getting a helluva workout as he pulled at it like a caveman. It finally gave up and fell off. He glared at me and blurted out, “And you . . . go home to your man. I’m sure you’ve got one you’re cheating on—out here being a ho.”

  As soon as they left, I didn’t contemplate getting out of dodge. I hopped over the ponytail piece, grabbed my shit and moved as fast as I could to ‘go home to my man.’ All I knew was that I better get out of there and pull myself together before Tanya blew my cover. I was scared straight, at least temporarily. I had no idea whether she’d played along and be an alibi if Trey called or if the heffa would play more hardball.

  9

  The Medicine Man

  I pulled into the driveway like a rabid bat out of hell. I made a mad dash for the door, jumped in the shower to wash away the scents of my sin, then got my nerves together in a New York minute. Something told me that Trey
was going to show up and use his spare key to my place, and I was right. I made it home with only five minutes to spare. When he stared me in the face my skin was still wet. In fact, I was wrapped in a towel and hadn’t dried off yet. I knew he was searching for a host of explanations by the look he was wearing on his face.

  “First of all, you left your keys in the door,” he said.

  “I did?”

  “Yes, you did. You’ve got to be more careful, Leslie,” Trey warned, placing them on the counter. He turned around and faced me. “You don’t look like you were dressed like you were at Tanya’s house, and according to your girl, she hasn’t seen you in quite some time. She also said that she won’t be participating in the wedding. What’s that all about? What’s this all about,” he asked, holding out the pink dress he picked up on his way into my house. I left it in the living room where I stepped out of it. I prayed that Trey wouldn’t hold it close to his nose to inhale the smoke scent of the club. As I struggled to look expressionless, he added, “In fact, what’s up with the hair, new dress, and attitude?”

  “Hold on a second. You are not in charge of my life just because we’re getting married. As you know, although my heart is yours, I no longer think its right to track your every move. I backed off after you went to that baseball game with your folks, but now you want to question me down. Look Trey, I don’t want to argue. Let’s move forward with this conversation.” I was feeling overwhelmed but refused to be a slave to guilt. “All right, fine. I really wasn’t at Tanya’s, if you really must know every nook and cranny regarding when I come and go. I have a right to wear what I want, and I’ve been working on spicing things up between us. I bought that dress for you. I was out shopping last night, getting a bit of a makeover, and taking care of some things for the wedding. Is that a crime? As far as Tanya, I didn’t want to say anything, but she’s bitter because I mentioned we applied for our marriage license the other day when she and I went for my final gown fitting. In fact, Ms. Maid of Honor didn’t even want to learn how to bustle my train or fasten the buttons for her girl. I could just feel the tension mounting up even after I changed out of my dress.