by Noire
Whenever she tried to talk about their problems, Jamel pushed her away. He worked long hours on the job and when he came home, all he wanted to do was eat and sleep. The weekends were no better because he was either too busy running ball or shooting pool with his boys. They used to get their swerve going at least three times a week. Now she was lucky if he fucked her three times in a month. And whenever they did have sex, it was usually just a quickie, with him bustin’ off in five minutes and rollin’ over to crash right afterward. This nigga wasn’t even considerate enough to let her get her thing off before he did. Shit, Mikala was so horny and in need of some good hard dick that she was about to explode.
She’d met Jamel while they were both attending Morgan State University. Mikala had majored in Computer Engineering, while Jamel had studied Business Management. Chastity, who shared some of the same classes as Jamel, introduced them and they’d hit it off instantly. After graduation they’d moved in together and Mikala had managed to get a six-figure job working for SciTech, the state’s largest growing computer engineering firm, while Jamel worked for the federal government as a financial consultant. In the beginning, their relationship was banging. Two young, intelligent Black professionals with well-defined life goals. But the last few months had been rough as hell, and their future plans were in jeopardy of getting deaded if that niggah didn’t clean up his act.
Mikala got up from the bed and lit a few sweet papaya mango candles she’d placed throughout the room. The soft, sultry sounds of the latest mixed CD of Classic Slow Jams played outta the surround-sound speakers that were positioned in all four corners of the bedroom. She was wearing a pink thong and matching bra as she lay across the king-sized bed, smelling like just enough Black, by Kenneth Cole, to entice her man. It didn’t matter what kind of attitude Jamel came home with, she was planning on having an all-night fuck fest with her man tonight. That is, until she looked at her phone and noticed the message light blinking.
“Hey, baby, it’s me. I’m just calling to let you know that I’ma be home late tonight. Me and a few sons are gonna get some yak after work. Then we prolly gonna go shoot some pool. I don’t know when I’ma get in, so don’t wait up. I luh you, girl.”
Mikala sat up, pissed. She tried to call him back to curse him out, but his phone went straight to voice mail because he always turned it off when he was having private time with his crew and didn’t want to be disturbed.
Mikala stood up and looked at herself in her full-length mirror. She was ready to see herself looking ugly as hell, even though the mirror told her that was far from the truth. She was as fine as fine could be. She coulda been posing as a centerfold in somebody’s hot magazine with her killa smile and full lips. Her long flowing hair, curvy legs, and D-cup breasts put people in the mind of that beautiful actress Kenya Moore. It was a damn shame for a woman with a body as off da chain as hers to have a man who dissed her in the sheets. While Jamel was out running the damn streets with his boys, Mikala was home alone and was gonna have to handle her own business if she wanted a nut tonight.
She reached under the bed and felt around for the shoe box where she kept her collection of intimate secrets. Jamel wasn’t even up on her private stash. She used all kinds of sex toys to take care of that spot he neglected. She had warming massage oils, fruity-flavored whipped cream, handcuffs, and mad dildos that she’s bought off of the Internet. Chastity had put her down with the website www.getyafreakon.com, and now she was a regular customer. She’d never used any of her toys with Jamel because he never wanted to try anything new with her.
Mikala’s favorite sex toy was the Bullet. It was a small silver vibrator that had a cord attached to it with a control switch that allowed you to adjust the intensity of the vibration. It could go hard and fast, if you wanted to feel a throbbing motion like a man was pounding on your pussy nonstop, or it could go slow if you wanted to take your time to savor your orgasm. That lil’ gadget was the truth! If the Bullet couldn’t make a woman cum, then a bitch had something wrong with the nerves in her coochie!
Mikala held the Bullet in her hand and took a bottle of Pure Satisfaction oil outta her shoe box and then placed the box back under the bed. She slid off her thong and unhooked her bra to get a little bit more comfortable as she reclined on the silk sheets with her head resting on the fluffy pillows. She took a few drops of the oil and placed it on the tips of her fingers. She gently rubbed it on her clit and slowly the oil began to heat up. Goose bumps rose on her arms. She adjusted the level of the Bullet until it was just right and placed it up against her clit as her mind slid off into a world of ecstasy.
Within a few minutes, she could feel the juices begin to run from her warm vagina. She caressed her nipples one at a time. She lifted them toward her, then used her tongue to bring them to full attention as she licked and sucked with delight. Her ass cheeks clenched tighter as the Bullet vibrated. The sensual sounds coming from the stereo made the episode that much more erotic.
In her mind, Mikala was getting down with a masked stranger who packed a big dick. She’d had this fantasy many times before, and it got better each time she relived it. Since her man refused to address her needs, she used her imagination to create the ideal man that could do the job. At first, she felt like she was cheating on Jamel to have thoughts of sleeping with another man, but, over time, that feeling faded. She called the brothah in her fantasy Borne. He was baldheaded and had dark brown, island-tanned skin. Jail-house tattoos were all over his chest and back. His hands were rough, like he worked construction or something, and they sent chills up and down her spine when he touched her flesh. He was muscular from head to toe and had an ass that she loved to dig her nails into. She didn’t give a damn what Borne’s face looked like because it was about the way he made her body feel and riding his big dick until she got hers.
As she got more aroused by the Bullet, she decided to take this fantasy to the next level. She slid it into her love cave, enjoying its magical powers as it pressed against her pussy walls. She let her fingers roam over her dripping-wet pussy, then placed them in her mouth to taste her own juices. The rush was unbelievable. She squeezed her eyes shut and pretended that the Bullet was Borne’s dick going in and out of her with precision. Her fantasy seemed realer by the minute as her body played out a hot movie in which she was the star actress. Every stroke of Borne’s penis made her feel like she had died and gone to heaven. She envisioned him turning her over on her back and digging himself deep inside of her as she grabbed hold of the headboard. Borne beat her pussy up just the way she liked it. Every position he put her in felt better than the previous one. Damn, why can’t Jamel make me feel like this! I need me a thug nigga in my life to do this pussy right! she thought.
After she came for the third time, Mikala groaned as she imagined Borne pulling his dick out of her and smacking her across the face with it. In her fantasy, she was a pro at the head game, but in reality she was still learning how to do it right. Jamel didn’t like head anyway. He refused to go down on her because he said oral sex was disgusting. Deep in her fantasy, Mikala got down to business and sucked Borne’s dick to death before he released a tidal wave of liquid protein straight into her mouth. The sweet taste of his cum was better than Grandma’s blueberry pie.
Borne returned the favor as he wrapped her legs around his neck and dug his tongue into her pussy with reckless abandon. Every time he licked her clit, her whole body jumped up off of the bed. When he sucked her pink sugar walls, she grabbed his head and screamed so loud she probably woke up her neighbors. After letting her come all over his face, Borne wiped his chin with a towel and got dressed. He walked out the front door without saying a word. Her fantasy man was gone for now, but Mikala knew he would return anytime she needed his services.
Satisfied, Mikala went into the bathroom and washed the Bullet off and put it back into the box. She changed the bed-sheets, which were soaked with her juices, and got back under the covers to go to sleep. It was 1:00 A.M. Jamel still wasn’
t home. That motherfucker is about to make me leave his ass if he don’t give me what I need, she thought as she drifted off to sleep.
• • •
The next few weeks were pretty much the same thing for Mikala. Every weekend Jamel was out in the streets while she was home all alone. Chastity had tried to get her to go out to the club with her on numerous occasions, but she refused. She chose to stay home and play with her best friend, the Bullet. She remained committed to trying to make things work in her relationship, even though the arguments between her and Jamel had become more intense. The whole situation came to a head one weekend when Jamel went out on a Friday night and didn’t come back home until Monday morning, just in time to get ready for work.
Mikala was pissed. She’d called his cell all weekend and got no response, so she took Monday off from work just to lay in wait for him. Jamel had never stayed out all night before, let alone a whole weekend. He had crossed the line this time and totally disrespected their so-called relationship, and when Jamel put his key in the door Monday morning, she was laying across the living room sofa waiting for him.
“Where the fuck have you been, niggah?” she yelled. As he walked past her, she caught a whiff of women’s perfume in a brand she didn’t own.
“I was out with my boys. Don’t question me. I ain’t got time for this shit right now. I gotta go to work,” he replied.
She couldn’t believe he could be so bold and nonchalant after being out all weekend. All of her anger came flying out.
“You ain’t got time? Well you better make time. You weren’t out with ya boys this weekend. Chastity saw Bobby and Ju at the movies on a double date. You have the nerve to lie to me and come up in my house smelling like some other bitch? Oh, hell no, it ain’t even going down like that!”
Mikala ran into the kitchen and grabbed a knife off the counter. Jamel sensed danger, ran into the bedroom, and locked the door behind him.
“Mikala, put that knife down. Are you crazy? Stop acting like a maniac. Let’s talk about this shit. It ain’t what you think. I never meant for shit to happen like this!”
“You’re fucking around on me and you want me to calm down? I’ve been sitting up in this house being faithful to your ass and this is what I get in return? You better open that fucking door. Who is the bitch?” Mikala screamed.
“Hell no, I ain’t opening this door. Let’s be for real, Mikala, this relationship has been headed nowhere for a minute now. I let it go on for this long because I didn’t want to hurt ya feelings. Well since it’s no longer a secret, her name is Shelby. She works with me. She’s a secretary. I didn’t plan on getting with her. We worked late together some nights and shit just happened.”
“You fuckin’ over me with a secretary? You know what, Jamel? You ain’t even worth going to jail for. I ain’t gonna stab ya ass. You could’ve at least cheated on me with somebody who has a better job than me. Just pack ya shit and leave, niggah. This relationship is done.”
• • •
Now that Jamel was out of her life, Mikala had a new attitude. To celebrate her independence she bought herself a dark blue 2006 Lexus SC 430. She got it fully loaded with all of the finest amenities that Lexus had to offer. The new car matched her new personality. It was fast, flashy, and stood out in a crowd. That was just the vibe Mikala wanted to send off when she went out in public. She made heads turn everywhere, and that gave her a sense of confidence that she’d never felt before.
It had been two and a half months since her breakup with Jamel. He had tried to call her numerous times to try and get back together, but she shut him down every time. He had nothing coming from her. She ran into him and Shelby in the mall one day and it only reinforced her confidence. Shelby wasn’t in her league. She was short, a little over five feet tall, and round-shaped. She had on a midriff shirt, with her belly hanging out. Her face was chubby and she had some big-ass lips. Jamal could have his little chickenhead if that was what he wanted to settle for, she reasoned.
It was Saturday night and Mikala and Chastity planned to party at the Eden’s Lounge. Mikala hadn’t really dated too much since the breakup and tonight she felt her jones kicking in. If she didn’t get some good lovin’ soon, she was gonna erupt like a volcano. She wasn’t looking for a man to run her damn life. All she wanted was somebody who could take care of her physical needs. A homey-lover-friend would be great right about now.
Mikala pulled up to Chastity’s apartment ready to get the party started. She had on a pair of skintight Apple Bottom jeans that hugged her ass just right, and a T-shirt that had the word “Devilish” scrawled across her ample chest. Her open sandals showed off her freshly manicured toes.
But Chastity came out of her apartment looking a mess. Her hair was still wrapped up in a scarf, and she had on a wrinkled sweatshirt and her house slippers. She wasn’t dressed to go out and Mikala wondered why.
“Come inside, Mikala!” Chastity yelled. Mikala did as she was instructed, parking her car and making her way into Chastity’s apartment.
“C, why are you not dressed yet? You know the half-priced apple martini special ends at ten. It’s nine o’clock now,” Mikala said.
“We’re not going to the club tonight. I had something different in mind,” Chastity said.
“And what is that?”
“You remember my friend Pierre who drives the silver Escalade?”
“Yeah, the dude you met at the gym. What about him?” Mikala asked.
“Well, I invited him and his friend Kareem over to play spades with us tonight. We can play a couple of hands, eat some good food, and get our drink on. I don’t feel like doing the club thing tonight. You’re not mad at me are you?” Chastity asked.
“Nah, that’s cool. You should’ve at least warned a sista first though. Tell me about this Kareem character. What do you know about him?” Mikala asked.
“I know Kareem has money, for one thing. He was locked up for four years and came home like a year ago. Since then, he’s been outta the hustling game. I also know that he runs his own office-cleaning business. Trust me, when you see him you will definitely be pleased. The brother is fine,” Chastity said.
“You hooked me up with a jailbird? Chastity, what the hell were you thinking?”
“Don’t be so damn judgmental. Just because he was locked up doesn’t mean he’s not a good brother. Remember, that bum Jamel was a college boy and you see how he treated you. Give this dude a chance,” Chastity said.
“Your point is well taken. You’re right, girl. I’ll see what’s up with him. I guess it couldn’t hurt. What time will they be here?” Mikala asked.
“I told them to be here around ten thirty. I gotta go take a shower real quick. Order us some pizza and buffalo wings. The menus are in the kitchen in the drawer underneath the cabinet where the glasses are,” Chastity said.
Mikala went into the kitchen to get the menu. When she found it, she called the carryout spot and ordered the food. She took the strawberry daiquiri and rum runner Bacardi Mixers outta the freezer to hook up some drinks for the night. Ten minutes later she had two pitchers full of alcoholic beverages chilling in the refrigerator. She sipped on a strawberry daiquiri and watched Two Can Play That Game on Showtime. Seeing Morris Chestnut on the TV screen and the effects of the drink had her feeling a little horny. She could use a sexy Dark Gable up in her life right about now. While she watched the movie, Chastity walked into the room.
“So, how do I look?” Chastity asked. She was dressed in a lime green South Pole sweat suit and had curled her hair.
“Like a ghetto princess,” Mikala said jokingly.
“Forget you, hooker. You know I look good,” Chastity said.
“I know you do. I was just playing. Go get one of those daiquiris out the fridge. I want you to taste it. I think I made them kinda strong.”
Chastity went into the kitchen to get a drink then called out, “Nah, girl, this drink ain’t hardly too strong. It’s just right. I’m trying to get a littl
e tipsy tonight. Turn on the stereo. I wanna hear some music.”
Mikala went over to the CD player and popped in a DJ Whoo Kid mix tape to get the party started. She threw in two other rap mix CDs that were put out by a couple of local DJs. She planned to end the night off with the soulful sounds of a Slow Jams mix tape that included songs from R. Kelly, Ginuwine, and Gerald Levert, amongst a host of others.
Relaxing on the couch Mikala heard the doorbell ring. It was the delivery man and as she paid him for their food she glanced behind him and laid her eyes on the finest Black man she had ever seen in her life. There was a tall light-skinned brother standing right next to him. She dropped every dime of her money as she tried to hand it to the delivery guy.
“Damn, Ma, are you okay? My name is Kareem. This is my friend, Pierre. You must be Mikala. Am I correct?” he asked.
“That’s right. I’m Mikala. It’s nice to meet both of you. Come on in,” she said.
Mikala’s heart raced as she looked at Kareem’s pretty white teeth. He had on a pair of baggy jean shorts and a G-Unit wife-beater. His head was bald, and his lips looked so tasty she wanted to take him in the bedroom and have her way with him right then and there. Pierre and Kareem walked into the apartment and she followed behind them. Her nose was blessed by a whiff of the Onyx cologne by Azzaro. Damn, he’s a fine specimen, she thought.
Chastity zeroed in on Pierre. “What’s up, sexy? I see everybody has met. Pierre, come help me out with something in the bedroom for a minute while these two get acquainted,”
“So, Mikala,” Kareem said after they left. “My man Pierre tells me you’re an engineer—is that right?” Kareem asked.
“Yes, I am. I like what I do and my job pays me well,” she replied.
“I can feel you on that. I got several contracts across the city to clean up a few big office buildings. The money is good and the work ain’t that hard,” he said.