Judea could hardly wait until the clock struck twelve. Not only was she looking forward to the good food, but she couldn’t wait to be with Lamar again. “Thanks again for umm, uhhh, this here drink. That was very sweet of you, Lamar. I’ll see you in ’bout an hour.”
* * *
Shortly after twelve, Judea and Lamar were seated in his ’79 Chevy pickup, headed towards Mama’s Soul Food. The windows were down, and Judea was able to take in all the beauty that Atlanta displayed. The buildings were so tall! But nothing took her breath away more than the smell from Mama’s Soul Food. She could smell the aroma in the air as they pulled up.
The people had to be from down on the Bayou. The food was awesome, and the iced tea was cold and sweet. Judea and Lamar talked about their similar upbringing as they enjoyed neck bones, rice, butter peas, macaroni and cheese, collard greens, and cornbread. Judea was so full that she had to get her dessert, sweet potato pie, to go.
“I sho’ would like to meet the cook. She put her foot in that food,” Judea told Lamar as they headed back to the office. She was rubbing her full belly and trying not to let out a loud belch.
“She’s a sweet li’l lady named Ms. Sadie. I think she’s from some place near Lousiana.” Lamar was now pulling into the parking garage at their building. They spent ten minutes in the truck talking about everything to nothing. Even though they hadn’t known each other long, Judea was falling in serious like with him—and the feeling was mutual.
After returning from her wonderful lunch date with Lamar, Judea had to spend the next three hours trying to type up a one-paragraph letter for her boss to send off to twenty different people. By the time she finished with her one-finger typing, it was four thirty, almost quitting time. After she gave Nayla the paper, Judea sat back at her desk to wait for the last-minute calls to come into the office. She decided to pass the time with one of her favorite crossword puzzles.
“Hi there!” The greeting startled Judea. She looked up from her crossword puzzle. “You must be the new secretary. I’m Palmer.”
“Hey, Palmer. I’m Judea. It’s right nice to meet you.” Judea couldn’t help but notice his nicely packaged body. “Nayla was expecting you. I’ll let her know that you’re here jus’ as soon as I figga out this here system.” Judea was now mumbling more to herself than talking to Palmer. “Aww, shucks! I’ll jus’ call her regular.” Palmer couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Nayla, the delivery man, Palmer, is here with your package.” Judea noticed a change in her boss’s voice and attitude when she told her that Palmer was there.
Nayla emerged from her office, smiling from ear to ear. Judea immediately sensed an attraction between her beautiful boss and the sexy deliveryman. She pretended to be engrossed in her crossword puzzle.
“Hi, Nayla. You look beautiful today,” Palmer said.
“Tha-thank you,” Nayla stuttered.
Judea couldn’t help but smile. Nayla was acting like a nervous schoolgirl.
“Where do you want these fabric rolls?” Palmer asked.
“Just bring them here into my office, please,” Nayla said, smiling at Palmer as they disappeared into her office.
Judea rolled her chair close to the open doorway.
“Nayla, I was wondering if you would go to dinner with me tomorrow night,” Palmer asked, hoping that for once her answer would be different.
Judea was dying to hear her boss’s response. Say yes! she almost screamed.
“No, Palmer. I don’t think that would be a good idea,” Nayla heard herself say.
“Are you sure?” Palmer asked, hoping that his smile and charm would change her mind. “I’ve got tickets to see The Color Purple.”
“I’m sure, sweetie. Thanks for bringing up the fabric.” Nayla pretended to busy herself inspecting the fabric rolls.
Judea rolled her chair back to her desk while shaking her head. She couldn’t believe that Nayla would pass up a date with Palmer, especially when he had tickets to see The Color Purple!
Feeling defeated, Palmer mumbled, ”Have a good day.” He bid Judea farewell and wished her a nice evening before boarding the elevator.
Judea knocked briefly before entering Nayla’s office. “Nayla, I ain’t tryna get in your business or nothin’, but why’d you turn that fine man down? Chile, he ’bout as fine as a golden egg laid by a prized hen!”
Nayla smiled at her and said, “I know, but he wants so much more than I do. I don’t want a relationship right now. I just wanna get laid every now and then.”
“Get what?” Judea was confused.
“It’s just an expression. It means I’m not looking for a serious relationship. I just want someone who can . . .” Nayla didn’t quite know how to put it. “I just need to release some stress sometimes. You know what I mean?”
“Hmm. Yeah, I know what ya mean, but life is ’bout mo’ than just sex.”
Nayla didn’t respond. Judea didn’t understand city life. She couldn’t. Things were a lot different back home.
“It’s ’bout time fo’ me to go home fo’ the evenin’, but I just want to let you know that at the end of the day, your heart needs a lot more than this company can give you. Think ’bout that.” She gave Nayla a sisterly hug and left her with strong words to ponder.
Braylin
“Mama, this would be perfect for you to wear to the company awards banquet.” Braylin held up a gorgeous, semi-backless emerald green floor-length gown with lace sleeves. Braylin felt that it would look perfect on her tall and slender mother.
“Oh, Braylin, this is perfect. I saw the matching pumps and purse over in shoes. Sweetheart, you should have gone into fashion design for the stars instead of PR for these stuffed shirts from these corporations.” Braylin’s mother always saw and made note of what her daughter could have done, instead of what she did.
Braylin had just received a huge promotion and raise and was up for the Employee of the Year award out of the entire nationwide corporation. She was the youngest woman and the only African American to be named into her position, plus the awesome job offer from Curvalicious. Braylin was proud of herself and wished that her mother would show a little pride in her daughter’s accomplishments as well.
“Mama, I love what I do. You know that.” Braylin sighed, wondering what Donovan was doing. It would be so nice if he was home doing the dishes, but that was a “yeah, right” situation. Braylin laughed to herself at the thought.
“Come on, Ms. Bray, let’s go to that big gal’s store and get you the best dress possible. Especially if you’re going to work for them soon.”
Why won’t my mother accept me and my size? I love my size. Why can’t she?
“Ma, what do you mean, ‘that big gal’s store’ and getting ‘the best dress possible’? I love Curvalicious, and the designer is one of the fiercest plus-size designers I’ve ever seen.”
I can’t wait to be a part of their team, she thought. Then I can show my mother and people who think just like her that every woman is beautiful, and that big women are winning.
Braylin had gotten the catalog in the mail yesterday. “I’m going to see if they have this.” Braylin held up a clip of a stunning, backless, single-shouldered beaded black gown with a see-through mermaid train. It was a Curvalicious original, and Braylin was in love with it, so nothing, not even her pessimistic mother, was going to stop her.
“It’s nice. If that’s what you want, let’s go. My treat.”
Braylin hated her mother’s attitude, but at least she was generous.
* * *
“D, I better go before Bray gets back home. You know that she can only stand being around her mom for a few hours at a time.” Bronx reluctantly pulled her swollen lips away from Donovan’s long, agile manhood.
“Well, let me tap that ass right quick.” Donovan was determined to get his now and worry about Braylin coming home later.
As soon as Donovan entered Bronx, she realized that Donovan didn’t use a condom. Panic set in. She had stopp
ed taking her birth control a few weeks ago. “Donovan, you forgot the rubber, daddy.”
Never stopping the rhythm he had going, he said. “Oh, well. You on that pill, ain’t you? We straight.” As if he were on a mission, he began to pound even harder.
It was then that Bronx realized how Donovan could lay with her and Braylin, not to mention at least a few other women at the same time. He was coldhearted and careless. Oh, well. He could be as careless as he wanted as long as he kept giving it to her like that. He was moaning in Bronx’s ear and it was driving her crazy.
“Damn, boo, you taste so good.” He was licking and kissing Bronx’s shoulders and her neck, and all she could think was, If you love that, just wait until you taste this pussy.
“So you like that, huh?” Bronx purred back at Donovan. Bronx’s raunchy pussy was beginning to do some meowing of her own. “I think it’s time that you meet my best friend.” The trifling bitch who called herself Braylin’s friend patted her twat as Braylin’s man dug himself deeper into Bronx’s overrun vagina. He sucked her nipples, driving her to the point of madness. She took his masculine hand and gently placed it on her womanhood.
Donovan’s cell phone went off. The special ringtone let him know that he had a text message from Braylin. Bronx didn’t even try to mask her disappointment when he pulled out of her and read the message.
“What it say?” Bronx asked, trying to pull Donovan back to her by his dick.
“It say that you gotta get yo’ freaky ass outta here, bitch.” He kissed her and smacked her ass. He grabbed her clothes, stuffed them in her arms, and pushed her out the back door. Bronx was trying to resist, but Donovan overpowered her.
Once Bronx was gone, Donovan commenced to cleaning up the condo before Braylin came home. Bronx stood naked outside the back door with an armful of clothes. In a huff, she put her clothes back on.
“Triflin’ mu’fucka,” she said then kicked the door before walking away.
* * *
Braylin was so excited, as this would be the first time that Donovan had accompanied her to any of her company functions. She stopped by the tuxedo shop and picked up his tux. It was the perfect complement to her gown. The following night was going to be an extremely special one for her. It was the most important night of her career, and everyone she loved and cared for was going to be in attendance. She couldn’t believe that her boss had given her enough tickets for Donovan, her parents, Bronx, and she still had two left, so she had invited David and Nayla.
She was feeling so good that she decided to push all of Donovan’s bullshit out of her mind. She simply wanted to make the night special. She called him to make sure he would be home.
“Hey, D.”
“Hey, mami. What’s up?”
“I just wanted to make sure you were going to be home. I thought we could make tonight special, just you and I,” she said.
“A’ight, I’ll see you later.”
“Bye, baby.”
“Bye, girl.”
She hung up, satisfied that at least for the moment, things would be right between them. She stopped by The Lobster Palace, the place where they met face-to-face for the first time, and picked up her to-go order. For once, everything was going to be perfect.
When she got home, Donovan was nowhere to be found.
Why would he tell me that he was going to be home, and then run out? It didn’t matter. She figured he would be back soon, so she went and made herself sexy for when her man came home.
* * *
Braylin had been at home, waiting for Donovan in a negligee with a plunging neckline, for more than three hours. She had put dinner in the oven to keep it warm, but she was hungry and just about sick of waiting. She had half a mind to eat her dinner and his too, but she wanted to be sure that she would be able to comfortably fit into her gown the following night.
Six hours after she had gotten home, she was lying in bed in her flannel pajamas. She heard Donovan easing the door open, trying not to wake her, but Braylin was far from asleep, and soon Donovan was going to know how awake she was.
“Where have you been, Donovan?” she said without emotion. She couldn’t even yell. She felt drained of all emotion. If her eyes had been daggers, Donovan would have died instantly.
“Uh, hey, baby. I was out getting that wine you liked, and I ran into one of the boys and we just had a couple of quick drinks. I didn’t mean to stay gone longer than an hour.”
“Well, you apparently can’t tell time either. You’re six hours late.”
“I’m sorry, boo.” Donovan gave her puppy dog eyes—the same eyes that he always used to try to smooth things over between them.
“Where’s the wine, Donovan?” She looked at him, knowing that he didn’t have an answer.
Donovan pulled out the tiniest bottle of her favorite local wine, and it was half empty. “Right here, princess.” He wrapped his arms around her and gently laid her down on the bed. He reached inside her pajama bottoms and grabbed her ample behind.
It was enough of a distraction for Braylin to forget why she was mad. “Baby, why do you play me like this? You know I love you and can’t resist you.“ Her pulse began racing and her vagina became moist with desire.
“I love you, too, girl, and I’m trying to change. You still down to ride with me, girl?”
Of course she is, he thought. It ain’t another man this side of the Mississippi that can give it to her the way I do. Donovan was a smug dog, and he knew it.
Donovan began easing her pajama bottoms off and slowly and methodically spreading her legs open, easing his open mouth to meet the thick lips below Braylin’s luscious hips. Before she knew it, he was taking her mind and her body back to the place where he had made love to her for the very first time.
“Oh, Donovan . . . oh, D . . . oh, yeah! Tongue me deeper, D!” Soon, she was coming and releasing her juices all over his face. Her clitoris was swollen and pulsating, and she was so aroused that she thought that she would explode. “Donovan, hand me a condom, baby.”
“Only if you’ll put it on me with your mouth.”
“Mmm . . . it has been a while since I’ve done that, hasn’t it?”
“Yeah, girl, so are you?”
“Give it here.” Braylin took the condom and placed the tip carefully in her mouth, holding the condom open with her thumb and forefinger. She placed the flavored condom on his swollen head, and swirling her tongue over and around his rigid penis, she slowly eased the condom up his shaft with her hand. There was something erotic and exciting about the way she was making love to him with her mouth. He was close to coming before even penetrating her vaginally.
“Baby, stop. I don’t wanna come yet.”
“Well, then, put it in, daddy.” She leaned back and held her vagina lips open with one hand and beckoned to him with the other.
As Donovan filled her body, love once again filled her heart. He was blowing her mind the way he used to. Braylin wanted this potion of ecstasy to last forever. She wanted to taste herself on his lips, so she grabbed him and kissed her own juices off his delicious lips.
Damn, I taste better than I remembered.
He stroked her, she cooed, he went deeper, and after a couple of hours of steady lovemaking mixed with fucking, while staring into each other’s eyes, they came in unison and all was right in their world—for once.
Nayla
Judea’s advice about Palmer made sense, but Nayla still wasn’t ready for dinner with him. She thought about having coffee with him, but to her surprise, he hadn’t asked her out in weeks. Sometimes when you snooze, you lose. With Judea and Lamar hitting it off so well, Judea had a better chance of getting laid than Nayla had.
Nayla drove home with the top down, letting the wind massage her tense body. If only I had a man to sit next to me in my ride. Nayla wanted to be nearly naked in the passenger’s seat while her man drove her to a secluded area. She wanted her thick, ample thighs to feel the wind as he hit it again and again and again. That woul
d be so good right about now.
Damn it! She had to come to a screeching halt to avoid hitting the car in front of her. Get it together, Nayla. If she kept thinking about sex, she’d be on the six o’clock news. It was a damn shame that a grown-ass woman wasn’t getting it on the regular.
Once she got home, she parked her coupe in the garage and entered her big, empty house. She prepared dinner for one. She sat down and took a long smell of her food. It smelled delicious, but it made her even more lonely knowing no one was there to share it. She picked up her mail, shuffled through it, and was about to throw it all down until she saw an envelope from Braylin.
“Ooh, she’s being honored. I’ll call in the morning and let her know that I’ll be there . . . alone.”
Now back to her lonely home. No man. No children. Even the workers were gone for the day. Nayla would’ve invited Judea over for dinner, but even she had a date. She and Lamar were really getting along. Even though Lamar liked Judea as she was, Nayla felt that she still owed her a makeover. I’m sick of the sailor dresses in every imaginable color.
Tired and alone, Nayla headed up the winding staircase. If only Palmer was up in her room waiting for her. The things she could do to that man. If only he would let her get her freak on without any strings attached. I’m not trying to hurt him or get my heart broken while being a puppet in a show called Love.
After a long shower, Nayla plopped down on her bed. With nothing else to do, she reached for the remote. Wouldn’t you know the first channel that popped up was HBO, featuring a couple going at it. She quickly turned the channel. Damn cable TV wasn’t much better. She turned to Animal Planet, hoping that maybe the crocodiles or whatever wouldn’t be mating. Wrong. A species of animals she had never seen before were fucking the hell out of each other. Everybody was getting some except her. Frustrated as hell, she turned off the TV and sent the remote sailing across the room.
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