by Anthology
“Oh, there’s more where that came from.” She unbuttoned the coat and had nothing on underneath. She climbed into my lap and my dick was aching to feel her, but not without a condom. I liked to fuck, but I wasn’t stupid. The year before, the old gym teacher, Francis, had gotten a girl from the school pregnant and his life and career were over. I refused to let that happen to me.
“Slow down, girl,” I said as I reached in the center console for a condom. I had them all over my car because you can never be too safe.
She sat back on my lap as I rolled the gold latex down my shaft. I pinched the top and was good to go. I lifted her curvy waist and slid into her. Feeling her stretch around me and hearing her moan made this all worth it. She placed her hands around the back of my neck and rocked her hips back and forth before bouncing up and down on it. Fuck, she feels so good, too good.
* * *
After the late night rendezvous with Keisha, I drove home and my car was filled with the smell of her. I drove with the windows up, just so the smell wouldn’t go away. She had a mint chocolate fragrance on and if she wasn’t so quick to leave after we fucked, I wanted to give her a taste. There will be another time. I know this isn’t it.
* * *
The next day, the guys had invited me back to the strip club. I decided to turn them down because I didn’t feel the need to go. I found something good and I didn’t want to fuck it up. Even though it shouldn’t have been happening.
“You’re seriously not coming out? You looked like you had the time of your life last time, man,” Jeff said.
“I’m good. I have to get the rest of my lessons planned for this week and the next.”
“Sure, I can tell by the twinkle in your eyes that you’ve been getting some ass. I don’t know who she is, but I hope it won’t cost you your job.”
“Why the fuck would you say that?”
“Rumor has it a teacher and student are hooking up here.”
“What? Does anyone know who it is?” I asked, trying to ignore my pulse that had been escalating, along with my heart rate.
“No clue. I’ll let you know once I do. Maybe you can come out this weekend?”
“We’ll see.”
“All right, man. I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t work too hard in this office.”
As Jeff left, my heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my ears. Shit, I knew fucking close to campus was a big mistake. I had to put the brakes on this shit with Keisha. I couldn’t risk losing my job.
Me: Hey, we have to chill with this.
K: Why?
Me: There are rumors about a teacher and student banging on campus.
K: So, doesn’t mean it’s us.
Me: I can’t risk losing my job.
K: Ok, we won’t fuck here, but can I see you by my place again?
I didn’t respond. This was all becoming too risky for me. My dick twitched in my pants, wanting to have her meet me in my office right then, but I had to put the brakes on that thought.
CHAPTER 6
Keisha
A few weeks had gone by and Eric had become more and more distant. I still attended his class, and he treated me like every other student. When I tried to stay after or schedule a meeting with him, he’d politely decline, or scurry out of the room. I knew his job was important, but the ache I felt in my chest proved this was more than just sex and I needed to talk to him—away from school.
Me: Eric, please meet me at the Clam Hut on Jackson Blvd at eight.
He wouldn’t answer, but I felt it in my gut that he’d show. I know he was scared, but no one from our college hung there. And it was closer to my place than the school, so we should be safe. It was just to talk—nothing else.
* * *
Mel dropped me off and told me to be careful. I still didn’t know much about Eric. He could be married and that could be another reason why he’d become so distant. Maybe his wife noticed.
I found a booth in the back of the dingy restaurant. The walls were in desperate need of a fresh shade of blue paint, the wooden floors looked new, but everything around the bar looked dated.
The waitress, Tiffany, took my drink order, and I told her I’d hold off on an appetizer until my date showed up.
An hour had passed and I was starting to worry. What if my gut was wrong this time? Tiffany, the young blonde waitress came back and asked if I was ready to order, and I decided to get the snow crab legs and the biggest bowl of butter they had. I needed to get lost in the buttery goodness, since my heart felt like it was breaking over a stranger I hardly knew.
My phone buzzed on the table and I was afraid to look at it. I knew it wouldn’t be Eric. After a quick deep breath, I picked it up and realized I had two texts. One was from the strip club. They wanted me to come back this Friday. They wanted me to headline, because Kiki Love was in high demand after my amateur night performance. Francisco told me I’d get two grand just for showing up and that didn’t include the money I’d collect from tips. I quickly texted back and said I’d do it. I needed something to distract me from this bullshit with Eric.
I was so into my phone, pondering what new moves I could showcase, when a deep voice pulled my attention away. “Is this seat taken?” I looked up, and Eric was standing in front of me. I shook my head no, unable to form a coherent sentence, and he sat down and joined me.
“I didn’t think you were coming.”
“Didn’t you get my text?”
“No. I was just checking them now.”
Eric: I’m on my way, stuck at the office late.
A glimmer of hope returned and maybe I could get everything off my chest tonight.
* * *
“Eric, I need to know something.”
“What?”
“Are you married?”
“God, no.”
Thank fuck, I thought to myself.
“Why would you think that?”
“I don’t know, because you’ve been distant this past month and I thought maybe things were feeling too real with me and maybe your wife noticed you were different or some shit.”
He cackled so loud that the people in the booth across from us cut their eyes over at him like daggers. “What’s so funny?” I asked.
“You thought I was married? The only reason I stayed away from you, Keisha, was because I was afraid. It takes a lot to shake me up, but I take pride in teaching and I couldn’t risk fucking that up for anyone.”
“I understand, but I still don’t think that rumor was about us. Besides, we don’t really hang out at school. Not many people ever see us together except for in class, and we’ve been pretty nonchalant there.”
He ran his hand along his chin, and I felt a fire light in between my legs. His jaw was so strong and defined, looking like it was chiseled out of stone. “That’s true. Let’s get out of here.”
Eric placed a few twenties on the table, and we walked out of the restaurant. “So where are we going?”
“Back to my place.”
“Wait, are you sure?”
“Very. Whatever this is between us, I don’t want it to end. I’ve been thinking about you and that perfect pussy in the shower quite often.”
I felt my cheeks flush and wanted to give him my perfect pussy right then.
* * *
Everything happened so quickly, that I hadn’t had time to scout out the place. As soon as we walked through the door of his condo, my clothes started coming off. His eyes were laced with desire and I knew he was going to take me into that room and conquer every part of me, and he did.
After our late-night sex session, Eric quickly brought me back home. He said it was a school night and didn’t want to be responsible for me not making it in the next day. I still never got that tour and kind of felt used.
* * *
My cousin had given me the third degree as soon as I walked through the door, questioning me about my whereabouts like she was my mom.
“Listen, Mel. I was out with a friend. I wasn’
t out being a ho or doing drugs.”
“I hope not. You’ve been clean for a year, Kiki. I don’t want you getting caught up in the wrong crowd again. I know how you get around men. You think they’re all nice, when the only thing they want is that,” she said pointing down at my crotch.
“Eric isn’t like that.”
“Eric, huh? Is this that teacher guy you were all depressed over a few weeks ago?”
“Yes,” I scoffed.
“Just be careful. You remember what Big Al did to you.”
Big Al was my ex-boyfriend. He was the one who got me into drugs, and I’d gotten so addicted to coke that I would do almost anything for it—including sexing strangers. I moved here to get away from that life, and I was going to keep my promise to myself not to fall back into it. I knew Eric wouldn’t lead me into a path of darkness.
At least, I hope he won’t.
I was catching feelings for him hard, and I had to distance myself before I got too attached. Once I gave someone my heart, they got all of me. And I wasn’t even sure if that was what I really wanted.
CHAPTER 7
Eric
Several weeks later
“All right, class. I’d like for you to conduct an experiment over the Thanksgiving break. You can start now by gathering the necessary information and letting me know who you will be conducting the experiment on. This will be a Music and Personality study. I want you to test three people who like three different types of music. Faster-paced, such as hip hop, dance, etc. Classical or jazz. And last but not least, more aggressive types, like heavy-metal and rap. I want you to tell me if the people who like the faster-paced music, are they parallel to distinct personality traits such as extroversion and high self-esteem? Are people who prefer more complex musical styles such as classical and jazz more creative? And people who like the more aggressive styles of music like heavy-metal, rap, are they more assertive?”
“What if we can’t find three different subjects to study and put these questions to the test?” Keisha asked.
“I’ll tell you what, if you can perform the study on at least two people, I will volunteer to be your last subject. And that goes for all of you. Feel free to email me over the break and ask me as many questions as you’d like,” I replied as the bell rang. “You have two weeks to complete this, and a free person to use. There will be no excuses and no exceptions!”
“Okay, teach,” Gary, the jock, replied.
The entire class cleared out and I watched as Keisha, who was normally the last to go, practically ran out of the door. Our relationship had been weird lately and I needed to know what the fuck was going on. We agreed things were moving a little fast, but I didn’t expect her to run off cold turkey. I always got what I wanted, and she couldn’t just run away. I’d been balls deep in homework assignments, but that was no excuse for her to feel like she couldn’t come to me.
Me: Why are you avoiding me?
K: It’s complicated.
Me: Uncomplicate it. I need to talk to you.
K: I can’t.
Me: This is not up for debate. I’ll pick you up tonight at six. That way your cousin can’t bitch you out for being late.
K: Fine.
* * *
As I pulled up in front of her cousin’s place, she was sitting on the steps with her head in her lap. I honked the horn, and she acted like she didn’t know I was even there. I pulled over and got out of the car to see what was going on.
I walked up the stairs and before I could put a hand on her, she let out a loud wail. “K, are you all right?”
“No, I’m not. My cousin Mookie got shot and I don’t think he’s going to make it.”
“I’m so sorry, K. Where is he?”
“Back in North Carolina. I was taking care of him, but I had to leave him with his father to move up here. I thought things would change, but they didn’t. Someone came to the house looking for his dad, Pookie, and mistakenly shot Mookie instead. He was only twelve. He didn’t deserve that. This is why I hate the streets!” she yelled, the tears flowing down her perfect cheeks.
This was not the time nor the place, but seeing her cry like that turned me on a little more than it should have.
“Listen, I don’t know what to say, but if you come with me I promise I’ll help you forget for a little while.” She looked up at me with her tear-stained eyes and seemed hesitant.
“You trust me, right?”
“I guess.”
“Let’s go.”
* * *
I decided to take the hour drive to Salisbury Beach. It was fairly cold outside, but I figured it would help her think about other things besides her cousin. When we arrived, there were a few other people walking around, but it was basically dead there.
“Let’s talk.”
“What do you want to talk about, Eric?”
“You, and why I need you.”
“I don’t know why you need me. I’m nobody.”
“And that’s where you’re fucking wrong. You’re somebody. There’s something special inside of you and I hope to unlock it so I can get to the source. You’re a beautiful, kind-hearted spirit. I can tell your family means everything to you. Why would someone like that be considered a nobody?”
She smiled, and I grabbed her face, placing a kiss on her lips. I tried to ignore the hard-on in my pants, but it wasn’t happening.
I hope she doesn’t mind getting sand in her hair.
CHAPTER 8
Keisha
As much as I wanted to have Eric make love to me on the beach, we didn’t do anything. I couldn’t stop crying over my cousin. Eric and I just sat on a blanket, watching the waves crash up on the shore and occasionally he broke my stare from the open water and kissed me.
“I’m sorry, Eric.”
“For what?”
“Crying like a little girl.”
“Listen, we all grieve differently. I’ve never had someone I loved get shot before, so I can’t imagine what you’re going through, but I can try my best to calm you down and give you a shoulder to cry on.”
This man was so smooth. I couldn’t wrap my head around the true reason he was single. He seemed like the perfect man-candy package. He was smart, good-looking, he had a job, and he wasn’t into drugs that I knew of. He drank, but I couldn’t blame him for it. He worked with college kids for a living.
The sun was starting to set and he wrapped his jacket around my shoulders. I couldn’t quit shivering, and I couldn’t tell if it was from being overly emotional or from being on the beach in fifty-below temperatures.
The sky was a beautiful shade of pink, purple, and orange. The moon had risen into the sky, replacing the once bright sun. “Hey, let’s go grab a bite to eat, and then I’ll take you home.”
I wanted to put up a fight, but the rumbling of my stomach convinced me to go.
* * *
He pulled into a packed parking lot and walked around the car to let me out. I had no idea where we were or where we were going, but I still trusted him.
It felt like it took forever to get to the building from the back of the lot, but once we reached the doors, the place appeared to be packed inside. “What is this place?”
“Dave and Buster’s. Have you never been here before?”
“Nope.”
“Well, they have the best burgers and beers. And they have games here.”
“Games? Like arcade stuff?”
“Yes, but they also have basketball and skee-ball. Both games I know I can kick your ass in,” he teased.
“I bet you can’t.”
“It’s on, Ms. Lee.”
* * *
The next morning, I woke up happy and refreshed. I’d never had that much fun with a guy ever. I was never one to get taken out and have genuine fun. There was always an ulterior motive. Oh and I kicked his ass at skee-ball, by the way. And he owned me in basketball.
“You look happy,” Mel said as she handed me a hot cup of coffee.
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�I am happy.”
“That’s good. I have some good news for you.”
“What is it?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest at the anticipation.
“Well.” She stopped, taking a sip of her coffee. “Mookie is going to pull through!”
“Thank God!” I yelled. Fresh tears sprang from my eyes.
“So what did you guys do last night?”
“He took me to some place called Dave and Buster’s. It reminded me of Chuck E. Cheese, but with beer and there were only adults there after hours.”
“I haven’t been there in years. Looks like you had a blast, Keisha. I’ve genuinely never seen you this happy. It seems like Eric is good for you after all.”
“I sure hope so. I couldn’t imagine my life without him in it. I’ve never had someone take care of me like this. He actually listens to me, puts effort in cheering me up when I’m upset—I’m not used to it.”
“Well, get used to it. I know you don’t have classes on Friday, so what are your plans for the day?”
“I’m going to the club later tonight to make some quick cash.”
“Then what?”
“Hopefully, I’ll see Eric again.”
“Good luck.”
“Why did you say it like that?”
“You’ll figure it out. I gotta get to work. See you tomorrow.”
“No, tell me now!”
“How much longer do you think he’ll put up with you shaking your tail for some change? Think about it. Bye, cousin.”
She’s right. I can’t do this forever.
* * *
As I sat behind the curtains, tons of girls were running by me topless, and some were completely naked. Some girls were bitching at each other about missing bras and makeup, while I just sat in front of the mirror, keeping to myself. I didn’t know any of these girls, and to be honest, I didn’t really want to get to know any of them. They were my competition, not my friends. I knew I couldn’t trust them as far as I could throw them.
I applied my favorite sparkly eye shadow and applied a fresh coat of lipstick to my lips. I fluffed my curls and pinned some back to the center of my head, so the stray hairs wouldn’t fly into my eyes when I performed on the stage.