by Lexy Harper
He had known what a difference he’d made in many of those young boys’ lives. The guilt of walking away had never left him.
He had paid it forward, even if only for a while.
Perhaps the time had come for him to get something back.
“Give me a week to thing about it.”
He would come over to her house as often as he could in that time to get a feel for what living with her would be like.
“Absolutely not a problem,” she assured him.
He was beginning to think that it would really not be an issue for her.
And more importantly he didn’t have to be her man, if he didn’t want to.
He would fuck her when he got the urge, but after being seen out and about with Rachel on his arm, there was no way he could be seen with Lorna.
It would be like driving a Lamborghini one day and a Dacia the next.
He’d had to sell his beloved BMW 4 Series convertible to pay off a £25K high-interest credit card when no other lender would allow him a 0% interest transfer balance deal. But, unless a person was an expert or car enthusiast, they would never know that the second-hand 3 Series model he now drove cost him seven times less.
The same could not be said for Rachel and Lorna.
They were like chalk and cheese.
The only thing they had in common was their gender.
***
Ten months later, me and my man Bryce were sitting pretty and feeling on top of the world.
The letting agents had found a tenant for his place before he had fully moved out, proving that Lorna had known what she was talking about when she’d advised him to go for one of the more upmarket, well-established property management companies. He had argued that paying an exorbitant fee would defeat the purpose of the exercise, but she’d counter argued that paying a little extra would be more beneficial in the long term—not only was his property less likely to be vacant for any length of time, more prominent companies attracted a better class of tenant, so the property was more likely to be in good condition when it was handed back to him.
Even after they’d taken their fee, Bryce had more than enough to pay his mortgage and put a good chunk of change towards his debt, sometimes as much as £2K a month. He had predicted that he would be debt free in a year and was well on target.
He could leave Lorna tomorrow and manage on his own just fine.
She had helped in other ways too. When he’d told her about the difficulties he had had getting into a law firm to do his pupillage she had worked with him and after fifty-five rejections he was now due to start with a small law firm in three weeks. At first she had made him angry by seeming to dismiss his claims that he couldn’t get a place because he was black. He had argued that as a black woman she was less threatening and therefore more acceptable to white employers. But he soon realized that it wasn’t that she was dismissing the idea that prejudice existed, what she was advocating was that he worked twice as hard if he wanted to get ahead. She’d graduated with a First and ensured that she worked hard to keep her place in the prestigious firm. She relished the challenge of it, she’d told him.
She and Bryce were now both looking good: he had beefy shoulders, ripped arms and a six pack; she still had her banging curves but her waist was smaller and her stomach almost flat. They spent an hour in her home gym before leaving the house and most evenings they played a game on her Xbox or Wii Fit. She had confessed that before he moved in she used to regularly order the set menu for four from the local Chinese takeaway and polish off most of it in one sitting. Bryce didn’t confess that he himself had lived at the local Sams—he had eaten so much fried chicken in the last year I’m amazed that he hadn’t grown feathers.
They cooked healthy meals together and ate to their hearts’ content. Though most of Bryce’s clothes were in the spare room, they spent every night in her queen-sized bed. And unlike his previous women, she had no problem with Bryce laying his head against, or fondling her breasts at odd times of the day. Nor did she have a problem with him sometimes sucking on her nipples when he fell asleep at night. She’d never disrespected him or treated him like he was less of a man for needing the comfort of her bosom.
They were having fun...until they decided to go back to the club and celebrate her twenty-sixth birthday with a few of her friends.
The first person we saw was Marlena in a short, tight, white dress, but wearing flat shoes as though she had plans to dance with a vertically-challenged man that night. I soon realized that that man was Bryce.
Lorna had obviously told her about me—why else would she be suddenly and shamelessly giving Bryce come-hither looks, and right in front of Lorna? Women never learn, no matter how many times wiser women tell them—never tell another woman, or man, how sweet your man’s cock is. It just makes them want to suck or fuck it for themselves.
Bryce danced with Lorna and Marlena almost equally. Most people watching would have thought that he was Marlena’s man, not Lorna’s. When they left the club, they walked Marlena to her car. She had driven because she couldn’t afford the £40 return fare by taxi now that she didn’t have Lorna to pay it. They had always agreed on going halves beforehand, but she couldn’t help it if her friend was a fast draw and always had the cash in her hand before Marlena could even open her purse.
Lorna stroked my head nicely on the way home and I got myself ready for some nice, juicy pussy.
But, when we got to her house Bryce said that he had to go see a friend. At that fucking time of night! And told her not to wait up, that he might sleep over and come home late tomorrow.
It was embarrassingly obvious where he was headed, but Lorna once again displayed the class I’d come to admire her for. She smiled and waved him on his way.
Bryce sped away from the house as though he was on a mission.
As soon as he was out of sight of the house, he stopped and took a piece of crumpled paper out of his back pocket. He programmed an address into the Sat Nav Lorna had bought him when she realized that he didn’t have one, and followed the directions of the woman’s insipid electronic voice.
Ungrateful fucker, I fumed. You had to sell your previous Sat Nav because of one skinny bitch, now you’re using the brand, spanking new one bought by a kind, loving BBW to chase another skinny fucking Minnie.
The door of the ground floor flat opened as soon as he pulled up to the house.
I was unsurprised to see Marlena waiting for him, decked out in a red lacy bodysuit and nothing else.
As soon as she closed the door she flung her thin arms around him. “I can’t wait to see the monster that Lorna’s been telling me about.”
Bryce kissed her as he pushed the bra of the suit aside and fondled her breast. She was so skinny her chest was concave. Her breasts looked like a ten-year-old girl’s, except they were droopy.
I was furious! He gave up nice fat pussy and big, round breasts for this!
I refused to rise to the occasion. When Marlena put her hand on me I would have bitten her if I had teeth.
My boy Bryce’s not silly, we have been together for twenty-five years and he knows immediately when I intend to act up. He knew that I would make him look like a punk if he didn’t desist.
“Sorry, I just came to tell you that Lorna and I are a couple now,” Bryce explained, moving away from Marlena’s groping hand. “I have to get back before she misses me.”
Totally lame my man Bryce. I winced. You drove half way across London to tell her that? That’s why telephones and even more conveniently mobile phones were invented—to relay messages over distance.
“Didn’t you understand what I was telling you in the club?” Marlena demanded. “You can stay here tonight, if you want to.”
“Thanks, but I can’t play your girl Lorna like that.”
“You prefer that fat heifer to me?”
“As a matter of fact I do,” he confirmed.
“You must be after her money!”
She was partly right. Bryce
would have never stayed with Lorna if she didn’t have shit together, but he had never taken a penny from her. Yes, living with her was saving him a bundle, but she refused to take money even for groceries, telling him that her food bill was smaller even with him eating at her house because she wasn’t buying takeaways three or four times a week like she used to.
“I’ve never taken a cent from your friend,” Bryce denied angrily.
“You are nothing but a man whore,” Marlena retorted. “I was with her shopping the day she bought you that shirt!” She poked a bony finger at his chest. “She may not be giving you money but she is spending a ton of it on you!”
Okay, so Lorna had bought him a couple of shirts and had insisted on buying the suit he had worn for his successful interview with the law firm. The ones he’d owned were dated; the one Lorna had bought him was tailor made. Not only did it fit him perfectly, accentuating his now leaner body, its cut somehow added inches to his height. He was grateful for it, but he had made her promise not to buy him anything else.
“Lorna is generous and you know it as well as I do.” Bryce didn’t deny Marlena’s accusation, but he knew something that she didn’t realize he did. “I was at her house when you came to borrow that £1000 pounds two weeks ago.”
He had been hiding in his bedroom, partly because he was ashamed to admit that Lorna was his woman and partly because he hadn’t wanted to mess up his chance of sleeping with Marlena at some point in the future. He had heard their conversation and soon realized that Marlena made a habit of borrowing from her friend, but didn’t appear as keen to pay it back. She had been apologizing for already owing Lorna three and a half grand.
“That bitch! She never told me you were there!”
“Don’t call her a bitch!” I was surprised to hear the anger in Bryce’s voice as he headed for her front door. “She’s worth ten of you.”
“You mean she’s ten of me,” Marlena sneered and moved to slam the door in his face.
Bryce blocked it with his foot. “At least she looks like a grown woman with ripe breasts and a round butt. I would feel like a paedophile fucking you!”
He turned and walked away, leaving her spluttering with rage behind him.
***
“I thought you were staying over at your friend’s house,” Lorna muttered sleepily, turning over as we got into bed with her.
“I missed you, baby,” Bryce told her, lifting the short, barely-there nightgown and trying to slip me into her snug warmth.
Instead she pushed him away, turned on the bedside lamp and looked him over.
“That shade of lipstick is not your colour,” she informed him coolly. “And Glow smells better on Marlena than it does on you.”
“Baby, I’m sorry!”
“Did you fuck her?”
“No!”
He would have probably lied if he’d had to, but I heard the relief in Bryce’s voice and knew that he was glad that he could give her an honest answer.
“OK. I believe you this time, but don’t ever let it fucking happen again.”
“Baby, I promise you it won’t.” I was shocked to hear my man Bryce pleading—he usually told big girls straight up that he would fuck whom he liked and they had better be grateful that he was fucking them at all.
Lorna smiled suddenly. “Go have a shower.”
Bryce sagged with relief before rushing off to do her bidding.
He was back in record time, entering the room as naked as he was born and with me standing to attention, ready for some pussy.
Lorna was lying on her side, propped up high against the pillows.
Her skimpy nightgown didn’t cover her big, beautiful ass and Bryce immediately jumped onto the bed and reached for her.
“Now that you’ve stopped smelling like a French whore, we can talk.” She put her hand on his chest and held him at bay.
“Talk?” Bryce wrapped his hand around hers and placed it on my head. “I need some pussy bad, baby.”
“Not until you hear what I have to say,” she said firmly and moved her hand to his thigh.
“Talk then.” Bryce sulked as he fell back against the headboard and stared up at the ceiling. “But make it fast.”
“Do you know how sad you looked the first time I saw you?” she asked softly.
His head snapped in her direction as he asked incredulously, “I looked sad?”
“Yes,” she confirmed. “You were strutting around like you owned the world, but your eyes told a different story.”
“I wasn’t the one who invited a man to move in with her after one night of fucking,” he reminded her.
“I did that for you, not me,” she replied calmly, not taking offence as he’d expected. “You looked as though you had the weight of the world on your shoulders, like life had kicked you in the teeth.”
“Rachel, my girlfriend, had just left me,” he admitted to her for the first time.
“Rachel?” she asked, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. “A white girl?”
“Mixed. Beautiful...and as high fucking maintenance as they come.”
“What happened?”
“She found a richer man...or a bigger fool to take care of her,” he said bitterly.
“Fool?”
“I was a complete jackass when it came to her.” He took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. “I ‘maxed’ my credit cards and nearly lost my house because of her.”
“Ah!” She nodded as though she’d finally found the answer to a question that had been bothering her. “I did wonder why you had so much debt and yet so little to show for it.”
He couldn’t dispute her statement. When he had moved in, she could have clearly seen that he hadn’t owned a lot. After Rachel had left, he had taken a hard look at his finances and realized that he had to sell anything that would help keep the bailiffs from his door. He had listed them all on eBay: jewellery, watches, clothes, shoes, iPad, Sat Nav and even his TV. Selling his Beemer had been the hardest. He had bought it brand new and customized it to his own specifications. When he had driven around London on a warm day with the hood down and Rachel at his side, men had stared with envy. Losing it had hurt like hell. Almost as much as losing her.
“From the moment I met you I’ve been playing a game.” Lorna’s words brought him back from his reminiscence with a bump. “I know that you thought you were playing me, but we were both playing the game.”
“You were playing me?” he demanded, sitting up straighter and glaring at her. “How could you have been fucking playing me?”
“By pretending to be a weak, desperate, fat woman who would do anything just to have you. By letting you think that you could fuck me any way you choose to.” She got off the bed and stood beside it with her arms akimbo, her nipples poking through her negligee like bullets. “Well, let me tell you something, Mr Man: I love this body. Size zeroes can live on celery sticks; I will freely partake of the bounty Mother Earth has provided. And I’m as strong as fuck! Just ask anyone in my office. They don’t mess with me because they know I break balls.”
Bryce instinctively covered his crotch with his hands as he stared at her. He had never seen her angry before. She looked as though she meant business. She looked...magnificent!
“You’ve been fucking me on the down low. We’ve been together for almost a year and I haven’t met any of your family or friends. I didn’t give a shit because I figured they might be just as broke ass as you.” She held up her hand when he opened his mouth to object. “And except for that first night, you have never sucked on my pussy again, although you act like you would die if I don’t give you head. Truthfully, I didn’t give a fuck because I’ve got toys that can work my clit way better than you can.”
“Why didn’t you say—?”
“Some things a woman shouldn’t have to say!” she interrupted scornfully. “I’m sure that you had your tongue all up in Rachel at every given opportunity!
“I...” Bryce couldn’t deny it. The worst thing was that R
achel hadn’t been as quick to reciprocate. Whenever she voluntarily took his cock into her mouth, he knew it was going to cost him.
“I see the way the system emasculates black men and thought if I could help just one it would be worth doing. I was going to let you stay for a year, give you a chance to get your shit together before I kicked your ass out,” she informed him.
“No, baby, no!” Bryce scrambled across the bed and tried to put his arms around her. She backed away. “Please, Lorna—”
“I don’t need a fucking man,” she told him scornfully. “I chose to give you love, tried to cherish you because it didn’t seem as though anyone else had ever done before, not because I was so fucking desperate for love myself. You walk taller and with more confidence these days. Your debt is almost clear...I was waiting to see what you would do once you didn’t need my help anymore.”
“Baby, it’s not about the money.” As he said the words, Bryce realized how true they were. He wrapped his arms around her, using his strength to keep her captive. “I never introduced you to my family because I don’t have any. At least no one close since my gran died three years ago. My friends are mostly idiots. They don’t date black women and they can’t appreciate the beauty of a woman over size 10. I was like them...a total idiot...until I met you.”
Lorna made a derisive sound in her throat and tried to break free. Bryce held her in place, firmly but effortlessly, relishing the new strength he had gained from working out regularly since he’d met her.
“I love your body,” he whispered into her ear. “Love your big, sexy breasts. Love your—”