Crossroads: An Anthology

by LaShaun, Elizabeth

  He continued the pace, gently palming her breasts as he continued to lick and suck her juices. Putting his hands under her butt, Elijah pulled her even closer, his tongue reaching new depths inside her. Jasmine was ready to climb the walls as he brought her to yet another dizzying climax. She was still whimpering softly as Elijah kissed his way back up to her lips. “My sweet Jasmine,” Elijah whispered in her ear as he carefully, slowly, slid inside her. Jasmine dug her nails into his back as he began to move in and out of her. Elijah loved the rhythmic sounds of her lubrication while they made love. The soft gushing was driving him wild, as was the extreme tightness of her walls. Even though he technically knew, Elijah truly felt he was her first and was consuming her for the first time. “Mmm,” Jasmine murmured, becoming even wetter. Elijah couldn’t believe how good it felt to be inside her. He never wanted to be without her again. He’d finally found a woman he could love and who would love him back, no questions or reservations. Jasmine felt his rhythm increasing; she felt his erection pulsating and knew he was close. She thought about telling him pull out, but he felt so good, and the orgasm completely destroyed her logical train of thought when it hit her again full force. Elijah felt her walls convulsing around him once more and pushed himself deeply inside her, his own eruption leaving him and depositing itself deeply inside her.

  The sounds of people on the beach below broke her thought and brought her back to the present. Jasmine smiled again and headed inside to shower and dress. They were going sightseeing today. She glanced at her hand taking in the 5-carat diamond Elijah had placed on it last night.

  “I need to start planning,” she mumbled of their wedding before quietly passing him still asleep and slipping into the bathroom, turning on the shower.

  *****

  He rose as soon as he heard her enter the bathroom. Elijah was a light sleeper and he’d felt her almost an hour earlier when she’d risen and walked outside. Jasmine was perfect and he loved her without question. Heading into the other bedroom of the suite he booted up his laptop. He had business to catch up on. He pulled the other briefcase he carried from under the bed, putting in the combination before opening the locks. The $250K was neatly packed inside. While they were out sightseeing he would stop by the bank and deposit it. Elijah had already planted the cover story, telling Jasmine he needed to drop off paperwork and wouldn’t be long. He was taking her to the spa and leaving her for the hour it would take him to conduct the transfers. She was so sweet and true to her word, she trusted him. Elijah was well aware she wasn’t on any birth control when he consumed her the first time they were together. He had a lot of lost time to make up for, wasting it with Allison and that dead end relationship. Jasmine becoming pregnant wasn’t a concern at all.

  Elijah saw he had an email from one of his contacts. Opening it, he read with interest the information contained. ‘Thought you would find this entertaining’ the subject line stated. Frowning slightly he clicked open and began reading the content. ‘FBI Agent killed during daring escape attempt’ the headline read. Reading the story attached Elijah felt a slight sense of melancholy over Allison’s death. Ain’t this some bullshit, he thought irritably of her being involved in drug distribution. He thought of the times she’d chided him about his professional endeavors, all the while being dirty herself. Finishing that story he went to the next headline. ‘Alderman killed in domestic dispute’ Elijah actually chuckled aloud reading this story. Seemed that Delia had finally gotten a backbone and killed the Alderman in a fit of rage after he’d beaten her. He knew the woman would get off. She was a fantastic actress and the story she was spinning as he read the article, painted Montgomery Southby as a womanizer who loathed his own heritage, drank heavily, and constantly beat his wife. His former mentor and supposed best friend was leading the witch hunt, having recently filed for divorce from his own wife, whom he accused of having an ongoing affair with Alderman Southby.

  “What a bunch of fucked up assholes,” Elijah mumbled. ‘Highrise project suspended due to allegations of misconduct’ Elijah smirked again reading the article. Seems Ronnie Glazer and his partner Dirk Swan were in a whole lot of trouble. Someone had anonymously tipped off the EPA about the landfill underneath the new proposed housing development. There was one other small blurb at the bottom of the email. ‘Damian King and LaNeesa Brooks, married in courthouse ceremony, yesterday morning.’ The final line read as Elijah sighed deeply shaking his head.

  He’d left someone watching Damian, with instructions to kill him if he went near Jasmine’s apartment that Thursday. He’d gotten the call right as she arrived and he told them to stay put for now. After making love to her and knowing she was leaving with him, Elijah called off the surveillance and the hit. Elijah thought about the fateful Thursday morning before Jasmine arrived when he found the briefcase and note outside his door. The hit had been cancelled and his fee delivered. He didn’t ask questions as he never got into the reasons for hits. That was a total waste of time in his book. Elijah simply did his job and expected his money.

  Putting his laptop back to sleep and gathering the other case with the money, Elijah returned to their bedroom just as Jasmine exited, wrapped in a towel.

  “Mm,” he remarked looking her over.

  “Don’t even think about it,” she teased.

  The knock at the door startled them both.

  “Did you order something,” Elijah asked calmly, fully on guard however.

  “Yes baby, I’m sorry I forgot to tell you,” Jasmine replied, explaining she wanted orange juice.

  Elijah smiled and headed to the door opening it and retrieving her request. There was also something for him the clerk quietly informed, slipping the small envelope discreetly into his hand. Elijah set the juice on the counter and kissed Jasmine’s cheek as he left her alone heading back into the bedroom. He walked into the bathroom, closing and locking the door before opening the envelope and reading the note inside.

  “What goes around comes around I guess,” he murmured seeing Pastor Richard Toplin’s name on the paper and Clayton Tyler’s signature on the completed bank wire transfer, chuckling slightly, Elijah added it to the other slip, name contained, that already lay inside his briefcase. Business was definitely booming.

  FOR ONE NIGHT

  By Elizabeth LaShaun

  I would like to dedicate this story to everyone that supported me with my debut novel Inconvenient Love. I cannot say thank you enough and pray that I provide some form of entertainment, escape, and/or knowledge with my friends in my head and heart.

  Chapter One

  The room was romantically decorated; the curtains red and black in color, preventing moonlight from entering the space. A faux bearskin rug lies on the hardwood floor, between the foot of the bed and the doorway. On the nightstand next to the bed were body oils and lit candles. The room was definitely equipped for pleasure as Trey Songz crooned softly in the background. Stacy Wilson laid on the silk sheet covered queen size bed in great anticipation. She was ready to get down to business. Her center was dripping wet and she was drunk with desire. Scanning the room, she smiled, pleased with the results. It had taken her over an hour to get everything ready.

  “Damn I forgot the fruit,” she mumbled rising from the bed. She was passing the dresser when she noticed the fruit on top of it. “Thank God,” she mumbled returning to the bed.

  Her baby should be home any minute and Stacy wanted to see her face when she walked in the room. With her luck, her boo would’ve walked in while she was in the kitchen.

  “Stacy,” her boo called.

  Stacy was so deep in her thoughts that she didn’t even hear the door unlock. She yelled that she was in the bedroom. She was in agony as she waited, hearing the echo from the shoes striking the hardwood floor.

  “Oh my god,” Janelle said with her hands over her mouth. “I can’t believe you did all this for me.”

  Stacy smiled and told her she deserved it. She would do anything to keep Janelle happy.


  “I thought you had to work,” Janelle said with a raised eyebrow.

  Stacy told her she did as she looked around the room.

  “So I take it you are pleased.”

  Janelle nodded in the affirmative, still taking in the room. “Well come show me how much,” Stacy said.

  Janelle seductively laughed and began removing her clothes to the beat of the music. She slowly raised her red t-shirt over her flat stomach and red short hair while Stacy’s eyes stayed glued to hers. Janelle could tell her girl was naked under the covers. Stacy’s hands caressed her own nipples while she watched the show. After Janelle’s bra hit the floor, she turned around giving Stacy full view of her ample ass. She dipped low and unbuttoned her pants. She pulled them down as she threw her ass in the air, swaying it from side to side. She smiled as she heard Stacy moan “damn”. Her baby loved when she slow wined, so she did. I’m really about to make her go crazy now, she thought making her ass clap and jump. “Come here Nelle,” Stacy hissed.

  “Are you sure,” Janelle asked seductively turning to face her lover.

  She laughed when Stacy simply nodded her head, unable to speak. The power Janelle had over people because of her looks was intoxicating, and she couldn’t get enough of the boost. Janelle made her way to the bed but abruptly stopped. She gave Stacy a naughty smile and laid on the bearskin rug instead.

  Stacy didn’t have to be given directions, quickly rising from the bed toward Janelle. She was horny before Janelle got home, but after that performance she felt like a dog in heat. Stacy looked at Janelle in awe, her baby was perfect. The fiery red, short haircut was beautiful against her fair skin. Stacy was hypnotized by Janelle’s B-cup breasts and couldn’t resist sucking her right nipple. Quickly she had half of her lover’s breast in her mouth as she sucked greedily. Stacy had to force herself to stop and continue on her exploration. Her eyes gazed past the small waist and flat stomach, finally landing on the most beautiful, fattest, and wettest vagina she had ever seen.

  “Are you going to look at me all day,” Janelle asked squirming with desire.

  Stacy lowered her head and allowed her tongue to find Janelle’s center.

  “Shit,” Janelle hissed as her fluids mixed with Stacy’s saliva. She was bisexual but she would take oral sex from a woman any day. It was as if Stacy had the latitude and longitude of her g-spot.

  The arching of her back alerted Stacy that Janelle was close to her end. She quickly squeezed her lover’s clitoris between her two fingers and sucked it.

  “Yesssss,” Janelle screamed as her orgasm escaped her.

  Stacy relaxed her suction, giving just enough pressure to prolong the orgasm.

  “Boy I love this,” Janelle whispered breathlessly.

  Stacy let Janelle enjoy her afterglow and was now beside her, patiently waiting for the favor to be returned.

  “Baby,” Janelle said sweetly. “I got you after you get Willis.”

  Janelle knew Stacy hated using Willis. She felt as if she wasn’t adequate enough. Janelle tried to explain that she loved being with Stacy, but she was not gay. She was bisexual and she needed a hard dick, plastic or real.

  Stacy begrudgingly went to the closet. She began strapping on the contraption telling herself that it wasn’t a big deal. Yes, Janelle was bisexual but she lived with her. As far as she knew, Janelle had not been with a man since they had been together and never showed any signs of infidelity.

  “I am trying baby, I put the thing on wrong,” she told Janelle taking the instrument off to begin anew.

  “Hurry baby,” Janelle whined, her finger deep in her center. Her eyes glued to Stacy’s apple bottom. Laughing, Stacy told her she would and allowed her thoughts to float once more. She hated Willis but if she had to wear him to keep the human form named Willis out their relationship so be it.

  Janelle’s eye lit up when Stacy finally turned around. She was on the verge of gluing the damn thing to her girl. She was well aware of Stacy’s disdain for Willis but it was a must for her. She had been good so far, though often tempted. She was faithful, so Stacy had to suck it up. She hissed as Willis entered her slowly. Stacy smiled at the ugly face her lover was making. She started off slow and gradually increased her speed.

  “Talk to me baby,” Janelle said with her eyes closed.

  Stacy rolled her eyes, despising this part. Janelle wanted her to talk dirty to her but in a low tone, like a man. She would have her eyes closed the entire time and never called Stacy by her name. She swore she wasn’t thinking about a man, but Stacy wasn’t stupid. She hoped it was a celebrity she was fantasizing about, making the request a little less painful.

  “Whose pussy is this,” she growled in the foreign voice. Janelle smiled as she relished in the feeling, quickly answering with a, “Yours baby”. Stacy continued the charade bringing Janelle to her peak twice.

  Rolling over Stacy smiled. The serene and peacefully look on Janelle was what she lived for. The smile that touched her lips made the humiliation she felt with Willis not sting as much. She loved Janelle and wanted to be with her forever. She would put on Willis and sound like Barry White to make her happy. What about your happiness, her heart threw out. Stacy rolled her eyes and inwardly replied she was happy.

  “Happy first anniversary baby,” Stacy whispered in Janelle’s ear.

  Janelle lazily returned the sentiment and drifted off to sleep. She knew she hadn’t satisfied Stacy but she would when she woke up. Stacy would understand; she always did.

  Chapter Two

  The diamond necklace sparkled on Janelle’s neck. She couldn’t stop touching it as she openly admired it in the mirror. Stacy had really outdone herself picking out the lovely piece. You know you are wrong for forgetting your anniversary, her conscience scolded her. Janelle felt guilty and made a mental note to buy Stacy something on her lunch break. “She doesn’t mind though,” she said aloud easing her guilt. “Stacy isn’t into the gifts. She’s happy when I am happy.” Reapplying her lip gloss she left the restroom, returning to work, the shopping trip already dismissed.

  Janelle worked at the local gym as a part-time personal trainer. The place was a pit stop in her eyes. She was a model and was waiting on her big break; then she would be living the life of luxury. Janelle hated trying to motivate overweight, unattractive, people she knew wouldn’t lose a pound. Everyone has to pay their dues, she thought with a shrug of her shoulders, as she approached her next client. Putting on her signature fake smile she greeted Simone.

  Simone was five feet and at least seventy-five pounds overweight. She seemed determined to work out showing up everyday, on time if not early. She ate subway for lunch and dinner believing the healthy sandwiches and exercise were the answer. Janelle had given her recipes for meals, shakes, and smoothies, but she couldn’t afford the ingredients. That was another thing that drove Janelle up the wall, her clients were broke.

  “So Janelle, are we starting with the weights,” Simone asked bringing her out of her thoughts.

  Janelle told her that was fine and began the mind-numbing task of inspiring the enormous woman.

  Glancing in the mirrors that aligned the wall to check her hair, Janelle saw him. Making sure she looked scrumptious she trained her eyes on him as he walked to the treadmill. He had been coming to the gym for two weeks and Janelle wanted him in the worse way. She learned from the towel boy that his name was Chad. She laughed when she recalled how easy it was to get his information. She told Trevor that he was very handsome that day and he was putty in her hands, like most men. Janelle knew she was fine and couldn’t understand why Chad hadn’t approached her yet. She was starting to believe that he was gay until she caught him checking her out. He was very discreet but she caught him sneak a peek at her ample behind as she grilled Simone. She had been faithful to Stacy thus far but her willpower was wearing thin. She was going to have Chad and that was the end of it.

  *****

  The Morning Perk was buzzing with the early morning rush. The jukebox w
as playing an Aretha Franklin classic that Stacy found herself singing along too. She was waiting for her best friend, Riley, to show up so they could catch up. She had been so busy with the library and Janelle that she missed just sitting back with her friend. She smiled as her favorite waitress, Jasmine, placed her cappuccino and English muffin on the table.

  “It’ll get betta girl,” Jasmine said with a warm smile causing Stacy to smile as well.

  Jasmine nodded her head and told her to call her if she needed her. Stacy told her she would and thanks. She didn’t know her melancholy mood was so obvious. She hoped Riley wouldn’t notice it because she would never hear the end of it.

  “And he would walk in the door now,” she mumbled buttering her muffin.

  Stacy waved to garner his attention and continued to butter her muffin when their eyes locked. She watched her best friend approach. He was 6’2” and dark chocolate. His shoulder length dreads hung free as he walked with a powerful stride to the table. He smiled at one of the waitresses making her sigh involuntarily. Stacy laughed as she watched Riley’s spell capture another woman. Even though she was gay she understood why women were head over heels for Riley. His smile was better than any Colgate model and his eyes made you feel like you were the only person in the room when he looked at you. The nice body he had didn’t hurt either. Today a graphic t-shirt and baggy jeans covered it. A smile came across Stacy’s lips as she thought about his unusually casual attire. He is not happy about this early meeting.