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by Treasure Hernandez


  “Hello, it’s nice to meet you both—and Bronx, it’s a pleasure to see you again.” He was a master at being polite, because he knew he couldn’t stand her.

  “Hey, Pop, how you know Bronx?” Donovan was trying to play innocent. He knew good and well where David knew Bronx from.

  “I met her the other day when I ran into Braylin at the mall.” He figured that he wouldn’t call the young girl out. She embarrassed herself enough without anyone’s help.

  “Hi, David, how you doing?” Bronx uncrossed her legs, spread them open, and then slowly crossed them again, giving out the universal, silent booty call.

  Everyone in the car noticed the stench of musty, sweaty vagina and immediately knew that it was Bronx. It was then that Donovan realized that Bronx hadn’t even washed off the smell of the raunchy sex that they’d had earlier.

  What the hell am I doing messing with a skank like her?

  Then the sly dog smirked to himself. He knew what he was doing with her. She gave the best head he had ever had, and she loved being stuck in her ass and gladly took everything he gave her and begged for more.

  When they arrived at the banquet hall, Braylin pulled her friend to the side and whispered in her ear, “Girl, do you need some of my baby wipes and body spray?” She loved her friend and didn’t want anyone else to say anything to Bronx, especially Victoria.

  “Oh, yeah, girl. I thought I felt a little sweaty.” Bronx didn’t seem embarrassed at all.

  Braylin couldn’t believe how comfortable Bronx seemed about walking around with an unpleasant body odor.

  Robert noticed the look of discomfort on his baby girl’s face as she walked toward the table. “What’s wrong, princess?”

  “Nothing, Daddy. I just felt a little dizzy for a minute. I’m fine.” She pasted on a smile and hooked her arm in her father’s and gracefully walked to the table. There sat Nayla in a ruby red, high-low hemmed gown.

  “Hi, Ms. Anderson. Thank you so much for coming.”

  Nayla stood up to hug Braylin. “Hi, beautiful Braylin. Congratulations on such an accomplishment. And call me Nayla.”

  “Nayla, thank you so much for coming. These are my parents, Robert and Victoria Smith, my boyfriend, Donovan, and his father, David.” Everyone said their hellos, and Nayla was immediately put off by Donovan. Just something about him rubbed her the wrong way.

  After Donovan spent a few minutes looking Nayla up and down, he noticed that Bronx was gone. He texted her to see where she was, and when she replied that she was by the restroom, he rushed off to see if he could go sneak in some nookie.

  * * *

  They were serving the second course of the meal when Victoria announced to the table, “Donovan and Bronx have been gone an awful long time. Isn’t that weird, Braylin, that both of them have been gone this long at the same time?”

  “Mama, I’m sure that Donovan’s just gone to smoke a cigarette, and Bronx’s using the bathroom.”

  * * *

  “Mmm . . . yeah, give it to me, Donovan! Yeah! Ooh, yeah!” Bronx was screaming even as Donovan had stuffed his tie in her mouth.

  “Shut up, girl! Do you want somebody to hear you and walk in on us and then go tell Bray?”

  “No, daddy. Mmm. . . .” He had Bronx with her back up against the bathroom stall door with her legs wrapped around his waist.

  “Then shut up and take this pipe, girl.” He plummeted in and out of her loose vaginal walls, and the thought that they could be caught excited him. “Yeah, girl, hurry up and make me come so I can shoot it down your throat.”

  Just as he was making one final thrust into Bronx, the bathroom door opened, and they knew that they had been caught. Donovan peeked through the crack in the bathroom stall and saw that it was their limo driver. By the look on Donovan’s face, Bronx knew that it was someone who could easily expose them to Braylin, and she began to panic.

  “What we going to do?”

  “You gonna shut the fuck up until he leave. That’s what you gonna do.”

  Donovan was a rude and crude bastard, but that didn’t faze Bronx. She was used to, and liked, roughnecks.

  “Better yet, you can stuff this in your mouth, ho. I’m not gonna let nobody stop me from getting mine.”

  The limo driver just shook his head as he washed his hands and hoped it wasn’t that sweet young lady’s boyfriend in there screwing around on her. Not that he thought for a second that he wasn’t capable of cheating on her, but because she didn’t deserve to be hurt like that.

  * * *

  I wonder where Bronx and D are, Braylin thought as they finished dessert. Both of them had missed the entire meal and were about to miss the award ceremony. Just as she was about to get up and go looking for them, Donovan made his way back to the table and kissed Braylin on the forehead.

  “Where have you been, Donovan?” Braylin had a feeling that wherever he had been, he had been up to no good. She leaned over and took a whiff of him. All she smelled was weed.

  “I ran into a friend of mine who is a busboy here. We sat out back and smoked some ’dro. That’s all, no big deal.” He leaned toward her and kissed her softly on her lips to distract her from Bronx approaching the table.

  “I’m back! Y’all miss me?” Bronx could be so loud. Several people from the next table looked at her and wondered how she had even been invited to an event like this. “Girl, thanks for the hookup.” Bronx winked at Braylin.

  Braylin turned her attention from Bronx to the emcee on stage.

  “Now, for the Public Relations Executive of the Year Award. And the nominees are: Joshua Gettinger, Braylin Smith, Haybert Fields, and Bill Coates. And the winner is . . . Braylin Smith!”

  Braylin was overwhelmed and couldn’t believe that she had actually won the award. She had felt honored just to be recognized. She waited for Donovan to help her up, but then she realized that would be like waiting for Christmas of next year, and she refused to let his insensitivity ruin her evening. Still, she couldn’t ignore the fact that he didn’t really clap or even seem happy for her.

  “You go, girl!” Bronx screamed.

  “Congrats, Braylin!” Nayla exclaimed, genuinely happy for her.

  “Congratulations, darling. I knew you could do it.” Of course Victoria had to get up and put on her show. “Mommy is so proud of you.”

  It felt good for Braylin to hear her mother say those words, even if it was just for show.

  “I’m so proud of you, Braylin.” Robert squeezed his baby and kissed her cheek.

  “Congrats, Braylin. I’m so happy for you. May I escort you up to the podium, pretty lady?” David was purposely flirting with Braylin. If nothing else, he wanted her to see that just because Donovan acted like a dirt bag, didn’t mean that he came from one.

  As David took her arm, she got comfortable and let him guide her up to the podium to accept her award. Damn, he feels good. I could get used to being on David’s arm. Wait! What am I thinking? He’s Donovan’s father!

  “Thank you, David.” She lowered her eyes and planted a soft kiss, which she let linger a little longer than normal, on his cheek before stepping up to the microphone.

  “Thank you so very much for this award. I would like to thank my staff and coworkers at Motherland Advertising. To my family and friends, thank you all for your love and support. I couldn’t have gotten this far without you. God bless you.” Braylin ended her short speech and made her way back down the stairs to her table.

  It was David, not Donovan, who stood to pull out her chair and make sure that Braylin was seated comfortably before taking his seat.

  “Good job, girl. I guess all those long nights paid off for something.” Donovan was an ignorant SOB and everyone knew it.

  Visibly annoyed, Braylin refused to let Donovan ruin her moment. “Anyway, friends and family, I have an announcement to make.” Everyone turned toward her, but before she could get a word in edgewise, Bronx’s phone started ringing.

  The emcee was announcing the closing
of the ceremony, and Bronx finally answered her cell phone. “What?”

  Braylin couldn’t believe that Bronx really just answered her phone as loudly as she did. She shook her head in disgust.

  As everyone stood to leave, Braylin told Nayla that she’d be calling her soon. “Again, thank you so much for coming.”

  “Thank you for having me, love,” Nayla said.

  “I ain’t had yo’ fine ass yet, ma,” Donovan said.

  Completely turned off, Nayla bid everyone else a good night and called for her car.

  “Really, Donovan?” Braylin was furious and wanted to do something she’d never done before—punch him in his face. But that wasn’t even her style. What she did know was that she was fed up with Donovan. She knew that she couldn’t justify carrying around a dead weight like him—Bronx, too, if she was honest with herself.

  In an attempt to defuse the situation, David walked over to where Braylin was standing, “Congratulations, Ms. Smith. Your limo is waiting.” David put his arm out to escort the young woman who he wished was his out of the building.

  While they all walked to the limo, David never let go of Braylin’s arm, and she didn’t want him to. She wished that she had met him first.

  The driver opened the door, and David assisted Braylin in, hopped in, and almost closed the door, forgetting that the others were waiting to get in. In his heart of hearts, he knew that if given the chance, he could love her in a way that Donovan never would.

  During the ride, they kept looking each other in the eyes, and Braylin’s parents noticed. Not that either one of them minded; both of them longed for someone to take their daughter’s focus off of Donovan.

  “Young man, this is our stop.” Victoria looked at her husband and grabbed his hand, and they bolted out of the limousine.

  “This is the office, honey. What are we doing here?” Victoria leaned over, kissed her husband on his ear, and he knew everything he needed to know. Everyone inside the limo chuckled as they pulled off.

  “Yo, man, drop me off up here at my homie’s crib,” Donovan demanded.

  “And where might that be?” The driver snapped.

  “The apartments down there. Why? Just do your job.”

  That was it. The driver had had it with Donovan. “Look, I’ma pull the hell over, and you can just get out right here.”

  “Sir, do you want us all to get out now?” Braylin only said that because she didn’t want Donovan to know how happy she was that he was being put out.

  “No, Miss. Just this thuggin’ fool. If you don’t mind me saying, you would be so much better off without this slimy sucker. Get out my car, man.”

  “Yo, I got your slimy sucker. I’ll see you again, dude, and when I do, it’s gonna be me and you.”

  “Son, don’t do anything stupid. Just go on up to Bobby’s apartment and we’ll see you later.” David was the calm in the midst of this storm.

  “A’ight, Pop. Later, Bray, Bronx.” After listening to his dad, Donovan calmed down some and simply got out of the car.

  The driver breathed a sigh of relief. “Okay, who’s next?”

  Bronx spoke up first. “Can you take me to my job around the corner?”

  “Yes, ma’am.” The driver shook his head as he realized where they were headed.

  Braylin couldn’t believe that Bronx was going straight to work without going home and bathing first. She simply hung her head in shame.

  David noticed the sadness in Braylin’s eyes. It was one of the things that Donovan never would have picked up on, or if he did, he wouldn’t have acted like he cared at all. He patted her hand as if to let her know that whatever was wrong, it would get better, one way or another.

  They pulled up at The Pretty Kitty, and Bronx happily jumped out of the car and leaned back in the window and said, “Y’all don’t do nothing that I wouldn’t do! Bye.” That left it wide open for them to do almost anything.

  “Bye, Bronx,” they said in unison.

  “Where to next, Miss?”

  David looked at Braylin, and she stared back into his eyes and knew that if Donovan didn’t want to do right by her, then there was someone who did, and that someone was David.

  “My place,” Braylin said. Even though they both knew what they were about to do was wrong, it felt so right.

  Ten minutes later, they were at Braylin’s apartment, and David was putting the Ojays’ “We Cried Together” on the home entertainment system. He was about to sit down on the couch while Braylin changed clothes, but he heard her sobbing loudly in her room. He wandered around until he found her bedroom and knocked on the door. “Braylin, are you okay?”

  “I’m fine.” She was clearly trying to stifle her sobs. She really wasn’t fine; there was so much that wasn’t right that she wasn’t sure where to even begin.

  “Umm, can I come in, Braylin?” By the time David realized what he had said, it was too late, because Braylin was opening the door, standing there in her bra and matching G-string, wiping the tears from her eyes and looking at David, not as Donovan’s father, but as the man that should be kissing her tears away and stroking her between her thighs until all her stress melted away.

  Stretching out her arms, reaching for David, Braylin simply said, “Please, come in.”

  She was tempted to reach down and rub her vagina until it became moist with anticipation. David stepped over the threshold of no return and passionately kissed Braylin on her lips. The kiss defined the moment when they crossed the point of no return.

  He guided her backward while never breaking their kiss. His tongue slipped out slowly as if it were asking for permission from Braylin’s mouth to be allowed to go further. Her only reply was to moan and pull him closer to her.

  “David?”

  “Yes, Braylin?”

  “Make love to me . . . please, just make love to me.”

  In his heart of hearts, as much as he wanted her, he knew that what he was about to do was wrong. Then he thought about his son still messing around with at least one of his grandkids’ mothers, not to mention a slew of other women.

  He bent down and lifted Braylin up slowly while caressing her thighs and flicking his tongue across her diamond-hard nipples through her bra, easing her panties off her body while never removing his mouth from some part of her body. His touch alone made Braylin shudder in sheer pleasure.

  So this is what I’ve been missing messing with Donovan all this time.

  “Aahhh, yes!” David hadn’t even touched her pulsating core yet, and she was already moaning in pure ecstasy.

  Her entire body was pulsating with excitement as he slowly began kissing his way down to her thighs. The pace that he was using to discover her was maddening yet toe-curling in a way that she forgot even existed. His sexy and skillful lips finally found her swollen pearl and began to kiss it passionately, while effortlessly penetrating her with his tongue. David sucked and licked her pussy. She was relishing in the fact that she was drowning him with her juices and he was determined to drink as much as possible.

  He could tell she was beginning to black out from having multiple orgasms. He placed a supportive arm behind her back and kept going, taking Braylin deep into the throes of passion, bringing her back and taking her there again with each stroke of his tongue.

  He wrapped his arms around her and planted a huge, wet kiss on her full lips. She tried to pull away from David, but the feeling of his body against hers, his lips on hers, and the taste of his tongue inside of her mouth was too much for her to resist. She melted into him, wrapped her thick arms around his neck, and returned his passionate kisses.

  David slid his left hand up and massaged her breast. A deep-throated moan escaped her lips, and her slick walls contracted. Fuck me, baby. She wanted David so badly that she was weak in the knees. How long had it been since she’d genuinely been made love to? Too damn long, she reasoned as David’s kisses moved south, stopping at her neck, leaving love bites before suckling her full breasts. He then licked her stomac
h, pausing only to plant butterfly kisses on her navel before sliding his tongue in between her thick thighs again.

  “David, no,” she moaned. “No, David,” she moaned again.

  Just as he approached her honey well, David stopped, looked up at Braylin, and asked, “Do you really want me to stop?” Her thighs quivered as honey began to drip from her well.

  David didn’t hear her response. He buried his head between her thighs, and the only audible sound in the room was the slurpy-splashy sound of his tongue snaking in and out of her deep, wet abyss.

  Damn, her pussy is like honey, sweet and sticky.

  “No, David, please don’t stop,” she finally managed to answer. “Oh, David!” she cried as he plunged his thick, long tongue deeper and deeper in her heated opening. She couldn’t help but buck against his face as he continued to make love to her with his mouth. “Yes, yes, yes, oh, yeah!” She wrapped her thighs tighter around his head, leaned back, and completely let go. She released her love juices all over his face and neck, and watched it drip slowly down his shoulders.

  Shuddering with pleasure, Braylin leaned down and drew his face to hers and kissed him passionately on his lips, savoring the taste of her own release.

  “I never knew that I would enjoy making love to anyone with my mouth this much,” David gushed as he slowly rose up, still holding on to Braylin’s thick and luscious hips. His heart was racing in excess of 100 beats per minute. Noticing her heavy breathing and the satisfied look on her angelic face pleased David, and a huge grin adorned his ruggedly handsome face.

  Braylin returned his smile, but as soon as she looked past him, a look of horror replaced her smile. “David, look!” she shrieked as she covered her face with her hands.

  “Baby, what is it?” David asked as he turned toward the door. They had an audience.

  Neither he nor Braylin had taken the time to close the blinds before entering their own world of pleasure, and sure enough, there was an older man standing outside the window, looking in at them, grinning. He was enjoying the show so much that he’d removed his shriveled penis from his pants and was stroking it right there in plain sight of anyone passing by.

 

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