by Brandie
ADORE by Prince began serenading us into ecstasy. Her lips were as soft as her body. Our tongues met, slipping in out of each other’s mouth. The taste of sweet cranberries was still lingering on her tongue. I pulled her onto my lap as she gracefully wrapped her thick legs around my waist. I wished I could see her face, attractive or not. I loved to see a woman at a higher view. They looked so sexy and in control. To make it even better, I envisioned my mystery star.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Brandie
“Chinoe, you feel so good. It feels like we can melt into each other.” He felt like the man of my dreams, the way his strong hands gripped my hips, the way he talked, and he liked everything about my look, even though he couldn’t see me.
I didn’t know why I didn’t tell him I was a dancer. It seemed like he had his life under control, and I didn’t want to stir things up with my wild lifestyle.
He looked so damn good! I cheated. When he went downstairs to get my drink, I saw the big poster of him on the wall.
I put my hand on his dick on purpose. I needed to feel what he was working wit’ so that I wouldn’t be disappointed in case we got overheated.
I’d never had a one-night stand, but at that point never was about to be thrown away. I knew he was puzzled about what I looked like, but without being conceited, I could promise him that I was worth it. Just repeating what I’d heard about my thick, five-six frame, and caramel complexion.
People were always asking me if I was mixed with Hawaiian, Indian, or Samoan. I guess my long jet-black hair and thickness were all in the right places, including the stomach area, but it was tight.
* * *
We were getting hot in everyway possible. The water started to cool off, so I turned the Jacuzzi jets back on. There was no more talking going on. FREAK TONIGHT by R. Kelly from the THIN LINE BETWEEN LOVE AND HATE soundtrack set the mood just right.
He pulled me onto his lap. I loved this position; it made me feel like I was in control. Like I was ‘the mommy.’
All my natural toys were at his disposal; I grabbed his hands and placed them on my breast. He pushed them together, sucking both my nipples, rolling them between his tongue and lips. “Ummmm, ssssssss, suck em’ harder,” I whispered through the pleasure I was experiencing. I leaned back as he kept a strong grip, keeping them both in his mouth.
Using one of his hands, he pushed my arched back closer to his mouth. “Damn, Chinoe!”
He began shaking his head, making my breast dance to his rhythm. He licked from my chin down to the top of my hairline. I wanted him bad, but I wasn’t in control; he had my body under a spell.
Sitting me back on the seat, he raised my body just above the water. He slowly sucked my toes, licking the top part of my foot, then sinking his teeth into my arch. “Umm, Chinoe, you making me wanna fuck!”
Coming close to my face and kissing my lips, he whispered, “If that’s what you want, then that’s what you can have.”
He moved back to my legs, licking me from my ankles to my calves then to the back of my knees. My pussy got wetter than the water we occupied.
“Stand up, Brandie.”
I did as my king said.
“Turn around.”
Before I could turn all the way around, he started sucking my left hip, then around to the dip above my ass, grabbing aggressively on one of my ass cheeks. He bent me over, placing his warm, wet mouth on my lower lips. I reached around and pushed his mouth deeper. I lost all my self-control in the pleasure he was giving. I stopped him before I was about to cum. I didn’t want to become weak and lazy. I gently moved away and pulled him into the seat I just occupied.
Chapter Thirty
Chocolate
That girl was bad. She had me trippin’. Her body was amazing, and the pussy tasted perfect. Her feet weren’t rusty either. I knew she had to be a dime piece!
As I sat in the chair as my queen requested, she kissed my lips and whispered, “Yes, I do like you.” Then her wet kisses meet my forehead. She licked my eyebrows down to my nose and on to my cheeks and ears.
She aroused every erotic part of my senses by sucking the hair on my chin, slightly pulling it with her teeth and lips.
She seductively licked all over my stomach, deep tonguing my navel. I knew exactly where she was headed, so I stretched out, making my body go straight as possible.
I got more aroused smelling my lips—the sweet smell from her pussy. It smelled like something I could eat on a regular basis.
She took my dick in her hand and began licking the tip in a circular motion, sucking strongly on the head, making a popping noise.
“Umm, girl, you tryin’ to make me nut already?”
“No, wouldn’t want you to do that. I thought I could sit on you for that.”
She licked my nuts up the strong thick vein on the back of my dick, down again and back up to the tip of the head, engulfing my whole dick. I felt like she was about to swallow me whole, her throat was so deep. She took me back to my dreams of my mystery woman. I didn’t know if it was because I was trying to put her face to this body or what.
She was about to make me cum, but she pulled her lips away just in time and put her pussy in my face. I grabbed her hip and kissed it. As she sat down on my lap, I took in a deep breath and prayed to God that this was the one, hoping that I wouldn’t cum too fast.
I sat up straight as I could. As I tried to slide my dick into her, the tightness of her pussy rejected me. She moved her hips in a circular, back and forth, until she worked me into her pussy. Almost nuttin’ off initial contact, I groaned, “Goddammit, muthafucka!” Then I tried to focus on the game of golf, to repress my soldiers. But I kept thinking about deep holes and balls!
She moved her soft tightness in a slow, circular motion, her muscles closing and opening rhythmically. “If you keep doing that I am goin’ to cum.” I said seriously.
“Sorry, but you got me so excited.” We both requested kisses at the same time.
“Damn! Yo’ pussy is . . . so good!” Suddenly, I gained strength and control from somewhere. “Work this dick to yo’ satisfaction.”
“Chinoe, you so big!” she whispered.
I had that pussy at my command. It felt better than I expected, like wet, thick, heated cotton squeezing my dick. I could stay in this position forever with her ass covering my lap, my hands on her hips, and her lips stuck to mine. She started bouncing her ass up and down as I held on strong and proud, making the feeling more intense.
“Ssssst, Brandie, you about to make me cum!”
We were fucking so hard we fell back into the water. She kept her ass playing pitty-pat with the water. Slap, Smack, Spat. I grabbed her ass and lift her up, “Damn, Brandie!”
She quickly jumped up, grabbed my dick in her soft hand, and sucked me until my soldiers released.
When I finished, I realized that I was squeezing the shit out of her head. “Sorry. Sorry. I’m sorry, Brandie.”
“That’s okay; I understand that it was your first time.”
I pulled her close to me. “How you know?”
“By the question you asked me earlier.”
I held her close to me. I couldn’t stop kissing on her. It was like she was made for me. “You . . . umm . . . felt kind of tight yourself. You sure you wasn’t a virgin?”
“Positive,” she said, grabbing my face. “Not that it would have been a bad thing. It’s just my stuff stays tight like that.”
“Ummm hmmm. Can I turn on the light now?” I had secretly fallen in love. And it happened before the sex—after our life introductions.
“Nope, I like it like this.”
* * *
I grabbed two towels and wrapped one around Brandie and the other around my waist. When we made it to the bed I dried her off and layed her down. I went to the bathroom and turned on the light.
My initial thought was to see what she looked like, but I didn’t want to ruin the feeling if she turned out to be unattractive. Instead I focused
on the tub where I’d just made love for the first time. I wanted to bottle up the water and frame it.
I grabbed some lotion, ran hot water over the bottle, and returned to Brandie. Starting with her feet, I put lotion on them and massaged until I heard her moan. Then I poured it on her entire body and some on that smooth, round face. I massaged her entire body, releasing any tension she had.
* * *
We made a second go-’round and then layed exhausted. It had to be around three or four in the morning.
Chapter Thirty-One
Brandie
Nervous, excited, and scared, all at the same time, I entered my home at 4:50 a.m. I knew I was going to be sluggish in class. I had about three and a half hours to get a catnap. I lied to Chinoe about my class because at the time I was ready to go, but my stay was well worth it.
I walked into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. “Brandie, did you just sleep with a stranger?” I asked my reflection.
I turned my stereo on, pressed number five and let Anita Baker sing ‘Angel’ to me as I thought about what I had just done. As I held the phone in my hand, about to check my messages, the phone rang, “Who in the hell?” I glanced at the caller ID, no data. “Hello.”
“Where the fuck you been? I been callin’ you all day, leavin’ messages on your cell phone. Why haven’t you called me?”
Damn, excuse me for being grown! “Calm your nerves. I had a show to do.”
“Brandie, not all damn day and night. Why was your damn cell phone off?
“Look, I’m tired and I have class in the morning.”
“Bullshit, Brandie!” He kept saying my name and he knew that bugged the shit out of me. It made me feel like I was in trouble or being a nuisance.
“Sean, I’m going to bed. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. . . later on today . . . whenever,” I said, looking at the clock.
“That’s yo’ ass, B—!” Click. I didn’t know if he called me Brandie or Bitch. Either way, he was irate and I was tired.
I hated arguing with Sean. In the beginning, I thought we could have lasted forever. But truth be told, his life had no room for a committed relationship, on his part. I was supposed to be faithful and wait for him to finish fucking as many women as he could. I couldn’t get with that. I wasn’t hatin’ on the player, just hating the game.
I layed back on my bed, staring up at the stars, it felt so peaceful. The moon seems to always find my bed.
* * *
Dear God, Please help me to be all that I’m capable of being. Thank you for helping me walk through this world with my head held high. Continue blessing me with guidance, protection, and knowledge. Amen.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Money
What day is it? And who is this laying in my bed? Who is that at the foot of my bed?
Man, my head was throbbing. I needed some aspirin. I slipped on my boxers and headed downstairs.
I could see that my house was a wreck. “Damn, niggas don’t know how to act! Always tearin’ folks’ shit up. Never again at my shit!” I knew I needed to change my lifestyle. I wanted to settle down and have a house full of kids.
Ring . . . Ring . . . Ring.
“Ahhh, shut the hell up!” The phone sounded like it was inside my brain.
Ring . . . Ring . . . Ring.
“Hello, goddamit!”
“Sorry. Do you want me to call back later?”
“Naw, what’s up?” I calmed down when I recognized Luvly’s voice.
“Someone wants to talk to you.”
“Hold on. What time is it?”
“Eight a.m.”
“Damn!”
“Hel-lo, Uncle Money.” Her voice sounded so sweet and innocent.
“Hey, baby doll, what are you doing?”
“Going to school.”
“It is that time, isn’t it, baby doll?”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
“Daddy will be there to pick you up after school, okay.” Oh shit! What did I just say?
“Dad-die?”
“What! Sap, give me the phone.”
“Money, are you crazy? What did you just say to her?”
“I told her Daddy will be there to get her from school. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I got a hangover.”
“That’s fucked up. Don’t confuse her like that.”
She was about to make me snap on her ass in one point two seconds. “Luvly, my head is throbbing. I said I’m sorry.”
“Let me tell her the difference between you and Diamond.”
“Fuck Diamond and what he feels or think! What about me, Luvly, what am I suppose to do? You are the one confusing her. You are the fuckin’ mother! Get this shit straight, Luvly, or I’ma take yo’ ass to court!”
I hung up the phone on her ass. “Talkin’ that shit to me. Is she muthafuckin’ crazy?” She had me talking out loud to myself. Damn, my head hurt. Before I knew what was happening a glass was busting against my brick fireplace.
I heard footsteps running fast down the steps.
“What the hell is going on?” Chocolate asked, scaring the shit out of me.
“Man, Luvly callin’ here early this morning with some bullshit.”
“So you gon’ break yo’ shit?” He made his way down the stairs and sat at the bar.
“I made a mistake and told Sap that Daddy was going to pick her up, and Luvly started snapping.”
“Why you do that? You claiming her now?”
“Man, I wasn’t thinking. I told her I was sorry and she gon’ say some shit about that nigga, Diamond.”
“Y’all need to get that shit straight anyway,” Chocolate said, picking up some of the mess on the floor.
As we cleaned up I passed Chocolate. I walked by him again, then right up in his face. “Who pussy you been eatin’?” I asked, smiling.
“Nigga, what?” He pushed me out of his face.
But I ran back up on him, looking at him dead in his eyes. “Nigga, you got some pussy last night!”
“What? Man, cut that shit short.”
“Chocolate done cut some broad,” I yelled, jumping around slapping him on the top of his head. “That nigga done got some ass. Who was it, Dawg?” I knew he didn’t want to tell me with his ol’ secretive ass, but I had to know what she looked like.
“Brandie,” he said smiling like he was still in the pussy.
“Brandie? Brandie? Did she graduate with us?”
“Naw, she went to Mom’s school.”
“Smart girl, okay. Is she packin’?”
“Hell, yeah, she packin’. Full and fat. She fine as hell.” Please don’t let him ask me how she look.
“So what about above her neck?”
“Look, I don’t know. She came in my room last night tryin’ to get away from y’all wild-ass niggas. And you know it’s dark in my room. So we just talked and got in the Jacuzzi, and everything went from there.”
“Whaaaaa?”
“We talked from about eleven forty-five to two-thirty this morning, then it just happened. After we got out, it happened again. The shit was good, wet, warm, and tight as hell. Her ass was plump, her pussy tasted brand-new, and that’s that.”
“So her shit was that platinum?”
“Yes, sir. I fucked her mentally before I fucked her physically.”
“Umm hmm. You didn’t get her number? She didn’t get yours? Man, you wildin’ out.” My nigga had got his first piece. Never thought I’d see the day. Smiling, shaking my head back and forth, I added, “I got to find out who the hell them hoes is in my damn bed.”
* * *
We both walked up to my room. “Man, that red bone tight.”
“Shit, the other one is tighter,” Chocolate said, looking at the other strange honey-colored ass, with his head cocked to the side.
“We got different opinions on women anyway,” I said, remembering how good they both performed last night.
“That’s the girl that was sittin’ on your face last night when me
and Tae came in.”
“On my face? I don’t eat no strange pussy.”
“That weed had you blasted.”
“Where Tae at, anyway?”
“He better be at home with Joi. She was trippin’ last night when they came and got Trinket.”
“What was she trippin’ about?”
“She was asking me about paternity test and other women. I didn’t want to be in the middle of that shit.”
“Tae need to get his shit together. Dat nigga thinks the sun rises and sets with his ass.” I glanced at the two exposed asses in my bed. “Shidd, let me get these ho’s outta my bed.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Luvly
I couldn’t believe Money. Why would he do that to her? He knew she repeated everything.
“Sap, stop throwing cereal around this car!”
She was my baby girl and I didn’t want any static in her life.
I knew she needed a father. But I was too scared to do the right thing. It could have costed my life.
Ring . . . Ring . . . Ring.
“Hello.”
“Hey, I apologize about earlier . . . can I ahhhh . . . come by the shop before or after I get Sap?”
I loved him so much and wanted us to be a normal, happy family. “Yes, Money. I would love that.”
“I know we aren’t together yet . . . but . . . Luvly, I’m working on it. Please do your part. That’s all I ask of you.” Click.
I looked through the rearview mirror at our beautiful daughter. In my heart I knew she was Money’s.
Ring . . . Ring . . . Ring.
“Yes, Babe.”
“Oh, so I’m your babe now?”
“No, I thought you were someone else.” I said, annoyed by the familiar voice.
“Better not be nobody else.”
“Whatever. What do you want at eight-thirty in the morning?”
“You.”