Nympho

by Andrea Blackstone

I was considering whether that was a rhetorical question but was let off the hook when a waitress brought in our food. After she left, Rico began educating me, once again.

  “You are supposed to eat a sushi piece in one bite, mami. Never try to separate a piece into two. You don’t want to destroy beautifully prepared sushi. I’m teaching you all of this because one day, you’ll need to know this and more. Here, let me show you. Open your mouth for me.” Rico poured some soy sauce on the small plate that was provided, and then dipped the sushi in it. Morsel by morsel, he fed me. It was a sensual experience and I hated him for it.

  “I can feed myself. All I need is a knife and fork.”

  “Knives and forks are only used for Western food. Spoons are sometimes used to eat Japanese dishes that are difficult to eat with chopsticks, but this is not the case. Now eat for me. It’s not everyday that a successful businessman wants to feed a beautiful woman Japanese food using chopsticks. I’m a man of many talents.”

  “I know what you’re thinking, but Trey is doing just fine,” I lied, swallowing the sushi.

  I thought of how many times I’d tried switching up our usual lovemaking spot, lighting some aromatherapy candles, and even drawing him a bath. Nothing. No response. Rico was correct; boring and conservative wasn’t my idea of compatibility with a mate either.

  “Bullshit. When’s the last time he got inside of your head and had a heart to heart with you? When’s the last time he talked to you about investments, asked you if you’re making the money you’d like to make, or took the time to rub your feet? Don’t get me wrong—I know that there’s more than sex to a relationship. I have a checklist of requirements, and watching you has shown me you meet almost all of them. To put it bluntly, I want to be your man, Leslie. I think we could have a lot of fun together, and I want to be more than a shoulder to cry on. Get with Rico for real and all of your needs will be met. In my eyes, you’re my ideal woman.” Rico’s cell phone rang. He decided to answer it. “What is it? Cool. I’ll call you back later. I’m in the middle of an interview.”

  “In the middle of an interview,” I repeated, confused.

  “Excuse the interruption. That was one of my good friends who’s a district attorney here,” Rico said, bragging about his contact. “If you want another job, you’ve got it. I’m looking to hire a few new people for some projects, and I brought you here because I wanted to interview you.”

  “And what kind of interview is this?”

  “My fantasy, that’s what. I’ve always wanted to interview a woman dressed in sexy clothes. You’re doing a good job. How does $80,000 a year sound to you?”

  “I’m doing all right for myself, Rico. I’m not some hoochie with claws for nails who wants to work in an office but can’t spell and answer the phone properly, or thinks knowing the booty call steps is a sign of sophistication.”

  “I know that, mi amor. What I’m saying is you’re a school teacher. I already know you’re not earning what you’re truly worth. Play along with my fantasy, Leslie. All you have to do is enjoy yourself and keep me happy. If you can do that the rest of the evening, I’ll offer you a once in a lifetime opportunity. I want to introduce you to some new things Trey can’t. We can work and play hard together, Leslie.”

  “How do I even know I can trust you?”

  “I’ve got too much to lose, that’s how. I’m not desperate, Leslie.” He grinned. “I’m just behaving as any sensitive ladies man would,” Rico added.

  “I don’t understand something here. You don’t even seem to care about your friendship with Trey? How would you feel about losing that?”

  “May the best man win. Enough talk about this subject. Calletee y cierra la boca, mami. Comer conmigo. Yo soy su nuevo novio. Cada dia de su vida, yo quiero su amor.”

  “What did you say, Rico?” I asked, half frowning, but somewhat smiling.

  “You love it when I talk dirty to you, don’t you? I know it gets you all hot and primed to give Rico what he likes. It doesn’t matter what I said. You’re having the time of your life. Now shut up and eat. You know you don’t know how to use chopsticks, mami.”

  When I felt inspired to laugh, all signs of tension broke. Rico fed me sushi, morsel by morsel, and all I could think of was how Trey was indeed a buffet and butter roll kind of guy, and how he’d never arrange something as romantic as what Rico had done. The truth was the wrong man managed to soothe my soul and give me the attention I craved. I never admitted it, but it felt good to have someone like Rico hanging on to my every word like it was air required to breathe and live. While kneeling on the floor being fed by an obsessed lover, I realized that Rico’s growing obsession was making me feel alive again.

  After Rico and I chowed down, he paid the bill and explained that the evening was still young. When I asked him what was next on our agenda, he told me I should wait and see—all I had to do was hold on tightly to him and enjoy the scenery. As the wind hit my back, I discovered I liked riding with Rico. We jumped on Route 50 toward Annapolis. I’d never been there before although it was only an hour away from the DC area. Rico took me on a mini tour of the small town which was packed with local history. We crossed a bridge and traveled a short distance more where the streets were lined with bricks and opened into a dock area. We saw a statue of the famous writer, Alex Haley, The United States Naval Academy, the state house, the governor’s mansion, and a historic Ivy League school called St. John’s. Rico stopped at each location to tell me the history of each landmark. The teacher in me couldn’t help but be impressed. I began to question if Rico really was the total package he claimed to be on numerous occasions. The brother actually had a brain to go with his body, sex appeal, and beautiful face.

  By the time Rico and I covered most of Naptown, as the locals call it, he took me to an isolated section of the city near a waterfront area. Frederick Douglass’ house was located in a neighborhood that was the first black township called Highland Beach. Just when I thought my history lesson had ended, it had just begun.

  “Now that I’ve filled up your mind with many wonders, it’s time to relax your soul. Doesn’t that sound good right about now?” Rico asked.

  Darkness covered the sky and Rico found a quiet spot on a beach that poured into the mouth of the Chesapeake Bay. At first we sat at a weather beaten picnic table, enjoying the cool breeze and splashing of the gentle waves. As I inhaled the fresh air, I closed my eyes and longed for my heart to feel the way it did at that moment, every day. Forgetting that Rico wasn’t Trey, I put my head in his lap and looked up at the stars while lying on my back. Rico brushed my hair away from my face then told me to get up.

  He led me to a corner of the beach that was populated with more trees and felt a bit more intimate. I felt Rico’s hard dick as I sat in between his legs on the wet sand. After whispering a lot of sensual things in my ear, Rico suddenly switched positions. He pushed me back and leaned over top of me as he began delivering light kisses to my skin under the moonlight. I felt cool and hot at the same time. Rico unfastened my shorts and gently pressed his lips on my stomach. He lay on top of me, kissing me, and holding my arms back in the sand.

  “Oh, Leslie. Baby, you’re turning me on. Oh, mami,” he mumbled between kisses.

  Rico was turning me on too. The wetness began to flow between my legs and I found myself wanting to do something about it. The next thing I knew, I was kneeling in the sand, removing my breasts from my bra, and fondling them with my eyes closed. Rico kissed my back, making my nipples hard and causing dampness to drip between my thighs. At that moment, I could’ve sworn time stood still and the world stopped turning. The passion that I longed to possess pulled me in, and I didn’t want it to let me go. Once again, Innocence had conquered Leslie and every inhibition the conservative part of me would’ve had for living out an erotic scene in public vanished. Innocence was proud of her body, her sexuality, and her ability to let go and enjoy the sensual side of nature.

  A quiet storm began. The rain felt soft and war
m. Rico and I were intertwined in a passionate embrace when a light drizzle turned into a steady flow of a summer rain. The sand was our mattress as the waves continued to crash. Although my hair was wet and we were a soggy mess, I didn’t want the romantic scene to end.

  “Venga,” Rico said. “Come—follow me.” Rico led me to a pier. A man and a woman were sitting on a large boat. “Watch your step,” he told me as I stepped on the boat. “This is my boy, Melvin, and this is his lady friend, Camille,” he said.

  Without thinking twice about what I was doing, I shook their hands and sat down. The men disappeared into the belly of the boat and left Camille and I no choice but to find something to talk about. About ten minutes later, music started playing, and the boat began to move. Rico returned with a drink and kissed me on the forehead.

  “You’re safe with me. Don’t worry. You’ll have fun,” he said. “Why don’t you let me show you where you can change your clothes—you’re soaked. Put on your bathing suit and enjoy the ride.”

  Rico directed me to a small bathroom, and I took his advice. When I returned, he was shirtless and dressed in a fresh pair of shorts. Camille was swaying from side to side, singing to the old reggae standard, Telephone Love. I believe the drink she slurped and joint she was puffing on had something to do with her limber shoulders and waist grinding. After the song ended, she disappeared, heading toward her man, no doubt. Rico disappeared and returned with a joint and a drink, too.

  “Which one do you want? Rules of the boat are everyone gets crunk.”

  I was surprised a lawyer indulged in the sorts of habits that could lead to being disbarred, but I didn’t care. “I’ll take the drink,” I said, grinning.

  “That’s the spirit, mami,” Rico replied, taking a drag of the cigarette.

  I noticed the boat stopped moving. I guess the liquor and smoke went to my head because I suddenly began to fantasize about putting my heels back on and deep throating Rico as we rode on the Chesapeake Bay.

  “You scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours,” he whispered in my ear. He threw the cigarette in the water. “I guess now is a good time to tell you that we’re stuck. I can’t ride my bike in the rain anyway. My boy is too fucked up to drive this thing. If you don’t believe me, go check. He and Camille are loaded. Plus, it’s still drizzling. Now what?”

  I knew Rico set the whole thing up but I was having too good of a time to care about his manipulative streak.

  “You scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours, Leslie,” he repeated, leading me to a small area in the bottom of the boat.

  To my surprise, Rico pulled out something that looked like a string of pearls. I don’t know why, but I allowed him to push my face down into the bed and lube up my ass. Then he began inserting the long string of silicone beads. I contracted my sphincter muscles as he pushed in each bead.

  “Black ass—no more white women for me. How does it feel to know Trey is cheating on you? This is my pussy and ass. Fuck Trey! Rico is in the house and now Trey’s woman is mine,” Rico said as Camille and Melvin reappeared from somewhere.

  I found Rico’s words odd, but curiosity got the best of me as I complied. After the beads were completely inside of me, Rico began to screw me like he was getting paid to pound me passionately.

  “Scream for me. It’s ok, mami. Let it go. We’re in the middle of the Bay. Scream like you like it, damnit! Let me know you feel what I’m doing to you.”

  Camille rose to her feet, walked over, and quickly pulled the beads out of my ass. I screamed freely as an unexpected orgasm caused me to explode. Rico was right. It did feel good. I don’t know if Melvin sitting on the small bench observing me getting turned out in a new way had something to do with it . . . but it could’ve.

  The liquor had me feeling loose enough to behave like an exhibitionist who was well acquainted with these sex games. I got down on my knees and gave Rico head and then let him bang me some more, all in front of Mel, who was stroking his dick, and Camille, who was pushing her right breast up to her mouth to lick her own nipples. Rico and I screwed each other like dogs in heat as it rained. The four of us moaned as the sexual escapade of a different flavor unfolded.

  When I awakened in Rico’s arms, I sighed. I didn’t mean to get busy with him again, but I had crossed the line like I couldn’t manage to use my common sense. When we made it back to the dock area, and Rico collected his wheels, I felt the strain of realizing I was sleeping with my future husband’s best man. I wanted to cry. As I held onto him while we rode his motorcycle to my home, I became more and more disgusted with myself. Like it or not, I’d slipped and dug my hole a whole lot deeper.

  Rico attempted to deliver a long goodbye when we reached my house. Instead, I turned my head and showed him no affection.

  “If it matters to you, you got the job,” he told me.

  “I don’t want it, and I don’t want you.” I blurted out. I swung my head around, stormed off, and slammed the front door after I stepped through it.

  While looking out of the window, I watched as Rico fastened his helmet to his head. He jumped on his bike, and sped off without saying a word more. Five minutes after I got into the house, my cell phone was ringing.

  “Why didn’t you call me back, Les? Where have you been? I gave you a ring after I took care of my errands,” Trey told me.

  “Where have I been? I’m home, of course. I’m sorry I was a bit forgetful. I didn’t charge my cell phone, so I didn’t know you called.”

  I knew my signal was bouncing when I was on the water in Annapolis—the real reason I didn’t receive Trey’s message. I heard a pesky beep interrupt my lie. Rico’s number was flashing.

  “I’ll call you back in a few minutes from the landline, baby. I have something on the stove that smells like it’s about to burn up,” I lied. I mentioned calling Trey from the landline to reinforce the fact that I was home.

  “At six thirty in the morning?” Trey questioned.

  “Yes, at six thirty in the morning. I eat breakfast too you know,” I answered. In reality, I was brewing a pot of strong coffee to help me wake up.

  I clicked over and heard Rico’s voice. “Leslie, I realize you weren’t in a talkative mood this morning so I thought I’d give you something to think about. I’ll mail your clothes to Trey’s job. I have pictures of you in my phone. Pictures my boy took of you in the boat. Pictures of my earring in Trey’s bed. Text messages. I’ll ruin you. If you really love him and want to protect your relationship, get rid of him. If this is what I have to do to keep you, I’m willing. If I have to, I’ll make you love me.”

  “You don’t have shit on me. Stop bluffing, Rico. I’m not going to fuck around with you anymore. You can’t make me do a thing except stay black and die since that’s already a done deal,” I said firmly.

  The next thing I knew, picture after picture popped up on my cell phone. The dirty dog had actually snapped nude pictures of me, and his boy Mel must’ve been helping him make a Kodak moment out of the time we all spent on the boat. I saw snapshots of me holding a drink in my hand, snuggling up to Rico, others with my legs open as I looked like I was enjoying his pounding, and finally a picture of his earring in Trey’s bed. I was fucked. I couldn’t believe Rico actually strong-armed me into spend time with him and then got the goods on me when I showed up. Damn, he ran game on me. At that moment I realized how ruthless some men could be. After seeing what I saw, I was speechless. I sat down on the couch and held my aching head in my hands.

  My trance was broken an hour later. A large truck pulled up into my driveway. Someone had furniture delivered: a full-sized bed, two night stands and a wardrobe, and a three piece living room modular. I knew who did it. Rico had flipped his lid.

  “I don’t want this shit. Take it all back!” I protested as the driver and his helper began unloading it.

  “Ma’am, this delivery is paid for. If you don’t want it you’ll have to take that up with the sender. I’m just doing my job.”

  After a
while I gave in, but I was hot as a July day. I directed them to leave the bedroom items in the guest room until I figured out what I would do with them. I was forced to allow them to set up the modular in my basement since that was the only remaining place I had room to store anything. As if I needed any more surprises, I heard a knock at the door. This time, it was a flower delivery for me.

  I signed for them and snatched the box without thanking the delivery man. I opened it and found a dozen long stemmed red roses with a card:

  To my future wife—

  I’ll be over later to break in the new bed and watch TV, sitting on the couch snuggled up with you. What man wants to sleep on a mattress where you once did intimate things with someone else? What man wants to enjoy quiet time where another man chilled? You’re mine now and I hope you know how much I enjoyed our time together. I’ll always remember our first date and everything that brought us to this moment. I love you more than you could ever know. Don’t ever say goodbye because it’s you that I’m living for every day. My fantasy is your destiny. Eliminate the middleman and submit to your Medicine Man. Count on more surprises to come, mi amor. It’s time to play.

  This time Rico had outdone himself for sure. He was charging ahead like a burly bull running through a china shop. He wasn’t concerned about whom he may hurt or the end result of his sick behavior. All Rico wanted was his way, when all I initially desired was to remember what it was like to have a fling before I couldn’t have one anymore. Obviously, Rico was on some different shit. His obsession to prove things were more than just straight fucking was beginning to give me the creeps. I wanted to undo every tie that I knotted with him, but he was fighting to maintain every one of them, moving fast and carelessly. That’s when I realized I was dealing with a psycho who happened to hold a Juris Doctor degree. I stripped the sheets on my bed and hoped that the new Simmons Beautyrest mattress would be built to last. Either way, at least it came with a twenty-five year warranty. I wished I’d followed my intuition and left him alone on the day he made my toes curl like never before, but it was much, much too late.