Full Figured 11

by Treasure Hernandez

  The outburst startled David and Braylin. They broke their embrace and sat on the floor, buck naked.

  Donovan’s face iced over with pure pain as tears began to run down his cheeks. Even though he knew he had done Braylin wrong more times than he could count, he never thought that Karma would come back so strong. “Pops?” He was even more in shock that his girlfriend’s dick-on-the-side was his own father.

  “Why you in my house with my woman, Pops?” Donovan asked the man he had looked up to his whole life.

  David felt wrong about hurting his son. At that moment, it didn’t matter that Donovan never deserved Braylin. “Son, I’m sorry.” He felt low for messing with the only woman that his son had ever claimed to love. “Son, I am so very sorry.” David gathered his clothing. He had to get out of their home. The pain on his son’s face was more than he could stand to see.

  “I’m sorry, Donovan, but I need attention too,” Braylin said. She thought being caught was what she wanted. After being hurt so many times by Donovan, Braylin was angry, but seeing the look of pain on Donovan’s face made her feel so guilty. Maybe he deserved it, but she wasn’t evil and didn’t believe in revenge. She felt awful and embarrassed. What complicated the situation even more was the fact that she felt something real for David. He wasn’t some ploy to get even with Donovan. She knew it in her heart of hearts that she wanted to be with David.

  Just as Braylin was beginning to feel completely horrible about the situation and hurting Donovan, in walked Bronx and some other woman who looked like she was part Asian. “Donovan, is it cool? I wanna suck some—Oh, shit. Braylin. Hey, Bray . . . what you doing here?” Bronx’s dumb ass had to be high. It was Braylin’s house. What did she mean, what was she doing there?

  Braylin blew a gasket. “Bitch don’t ‘Bray’ me. You been fucking with him all along, haven’t you?”

  “Look at you messing around with his daddy,” Bronx shot back.

  The other girl just shook her head. That’s when Braylin noticed that other girl’s shirt said “Chyna Wuz Here.”

  “And you’re the other trick that’s been in my house, writing on my damn bathroom mirror with lipstick.” Braylin stood, as naked as the day she was born, and slapped both Bronx and “Chyna.”

  “Bronx, I never want to speak to your trifling ass again, and take Donovan and this other fucking slut with you. Everybody get out!” Braylin screamed at the top of her lungs.

  “Bray, you don’t mean that.” Donovan tried to smooth talk Braylin.

  “Donovan, I’m sorry, son,” David said.

  “Yo, man, don’t say shit to me!” Donovan snapped back.

  “Ay, Dee, I’m pregnant,” Chyna said with a smirk on her face.

  “Oh, word? Me too, bitch!” Bronx and Chyna high-fived each other.

  “Get the fuck out!”

  “Braylin, you don’t mean that.” Donovan stared at Braylin with tears in his eyes. He wanted to hate her as much as he hated his father in that moment. He tried to hate her, but he couldn’t. Then, and only then, did he realize how wrong he had done her and how much he had taken her for granted. She was the only woman he had ever loved. If only he could have held on to her.

  “Baby, we can work it out. I’m sorry. I never knew Karma could come back this strong.” He was pleading. He fell to his knees with grief so strong it was as is if he’d lost his mother all over again. “I know I did you wrong, Bray, but my pops?”

  “Yes, I do mean it. Donovan, get out of my house. I’m tired of being hurt by you repeatedly. I never meant to fall in love with your dad, but he held me when you were out being a trick.”

  “Fine. If that’s what you want, I’ll leave. But it doesn’t mean I don’t love you,” Donovan whimpered.

  “It’s too late for that, Donovan. Just get out.”

  Donovan got up off his knees. “Let’s go, you stupid tricks,” he said to Chyna and Bronx.

  “Whateva, fool. You betta get ready to take care of your babies growing in our bellies,” Bronx said. Chyna and Bronx walked out, arm in arm, as Donovan followed with his head hanging.

  David turned to Braylin. “Braylin, do you really mean what you just said? You’re in love with me?”

  “Yes, David, I’m in love with you. You’ve shown me what it means to be truly cared about, and I really want to see where we can take this.”

  David simply walked to her, took her by the hand, and kissed her gently. “I never meant to fall in love with you either, but I did.”

  Nayla

  Nayla had just gotten back from a brunch meeting with Braylin. She sat at her desk reading a poem that she thought that Judea had left for her. Nayla was stumped. She really didn’t know how to tell her in a nice way that she was strictly dickly. The poem was about making love. That was not going to happen between the two of them. It had been a while, but not so long that Nayla would settle for a clit instead of a dick.

  To Make Love

  To make love to my mind is to

  make love to my soul. To make

  love to my soul is the equivalent

  to making the most beautiful love to my body.

  So, you see, to make love to me is to make love

  to all three.

  To make love to all three is to truly love me.

  After reading and re-reading it, Nayla finally called Judea into her office.

  “Judea, can I see you in here for a moment please?” she asked over the intercom.

  “Sure, Nayla, jus’ a minute.” Judea always responded so quickly. Professionally, she had come a long way in a short time.

  Judea walked into Nayla’s office, looking wide-eyed with curiosity. “Did I forget to type something or copy something fo’ you?”

  “No, Judea, that’s not it. Have a seat.”

  She took the seat across from her boss and friend. “I found this poem on my desk, and I was wondering if it was you who left it for me.”

  Judea opened her mouth to explain, but Nayla was on a roll. “Because if it was you, then sweetheart, friends we will always be, but that’s all we will ever be. I don’t mess with women.” Anymore. Judea was cute and sexy in a country ’Bama way, but she didn’t have that hard dick Nayla’s body was craving.

  Judea could not stop laughing.

  “Judea, what is so funny?”

  She was now standing in front of Nayla, slapping her thighs laughing like she was a clown at a circus. “Even though I ain’t had no man physically don’t mean I want the same thang I got!” Judea exclaimed adamantly. Tears were rolling down her face from all the laughing.

  “Oh, Judea, I apologize. Please forgive me.” Nayla felt so stupid. She hoped like hell that she hadn’t offended her. She was a wonderful friend.

  “Don’t worry ’bout it none. I guess I fo’got to say it was from Palmer.”

  “From Palmer?” Nayla balled it up and prepared to throw it in the garbage.

  “Wait, don’t do that!” Judea exclaimed. “Palmer ain’t married, and he ain’t got no girlfrien’ either. Palmer’s wife died a few years back with the cancer. That woman you saw with them in the park was a coworker. Palmer said she really get ’round the town, if you know what I mean. She want him, but he don’t want nobody but you.”

  Judea had to pause long enough to take a breath. The laughing and now the long speech had no doubt left her feeling winded. She pointed her finger at Nayla. “And quit actin’ like you don’t want him. You know you want dat fine man jus’ as much as he want you.”

  “The child is his son, right?” Nayla asked nervously. She had always been nervous about family life. She longed for a family but knew that she wouldn’t have the amount of time needed to dedicate to a child. “I’m not ready for kids, Judea. Sure, I’m sick of being lonely, but I’m still not ready for any kids.”

  “Nayla, I love you, but quit making excuses. Get to know Palmer and his son. Let yo’self be happy. Let God be yo’ guide.” For Judea to be so young, she was so wise.

  “Nayla, please th
ink ’bout what I done said. I’m goin’ on a coffee break. Can I get you anythang befo’ I go?”

  “No, I’m fine. Thanks, Judea. For everything.”

  Judea left Nayla with a whole lot of thinking to do. It shouldn’t have mattered that Palmer had a son. He obviously took very good care of him and made an effort to spend quality time with his son. Judea is right, I need to pray about the situation. It’s been a while since I prayed sincerely about anything. It’s high time I started.

  “Dear Lord, if this is the man for me, please let me know. I’m not asking for a huge sign or nothing, just a knowing or feeling in my heart. I also want to thank you for all of your blessings. In Jesus’ name, Amen.”

  Nayla felt so much better after she prayed. She went into her bathroom and took a long, hot, luxurious bubble bath. That was one of the benefits of being the boss. Everything was at her disposal. After her bath, she didn’t put clothes back on but remained in a silk robe. She felt so relaxed and rejuvenated. God had set it in Nayla’s heart that Palmer was her blessing, and it was time that she accepted it.

  “Judea, whenever Palmer comes in with today’s last delivery, please be sure and let him know that I want to see him in my office.”

  Judea answered affirmatively, and Nayla could imagine her with a smile on her face.

  “Thank you. You can go ahead and take the rest of the day off when Palmer comes.” Nayla smiled to herself as she turned off the intercom.

  She tried to work the rest of the day, but naughty thoughts entered her mind as time ticked on.

  Finally, Nayla heard Palmer’s sexy-ass voice outside. “Are you sure, Judea?”

  “I’m sho. She gave me direct orders to tell you to come into her office when you got here.”

  After Judea bid Palmer a good evening, she got on the elevator. Then, Nayla heard a knock at the door.

  “Come in,” she said seductively.

  As he entered, Nayla opened her arms and beckoned him to come to her. No more playing hard to get. No more doubts. She was about to truly relax, relate, and release!

  Palmer looked confused. “Hi, Nayla. I’m surprised that you wanted to even see me, much less hold me.”

  “Palmer, I’m tired of beating around the bush. I want to hold you, learn to love you, and make love to you.” Nayla eased her legs open. She was ready to open her heart and her legs to Palmer, and there was no turning back now.

  Palmer finally went to Nayla and kissed her more passionately than she could have ever fantasized. She grabbed him and kissed him back with the same passion. Then, she took his hand and gently pushed him down on the chaise lounge.

  Standing over him, she instructed him to take off his shirt. He did. His dark chest was so wide and beautiful. She reached to rub it before pulling at his belt buckle to help remove his pants. His dick, even bigger than Nayla had imagined, jumped out at her. She had to stop and stare for a moment at that beautifully huge manhood standing straight up out of his boxers. His dick looked so good, and she couldn’t wait to taste it.

  Palmer reached up and opened Nayla’s silk robe only to see that there was absolutely nothing on underneath. “Baby, were you really waiting for me?”

  “Yes, Palmer. I was waiting to give myself to you. If you want me.” Nayla stared at him with pure desire in her eyes.

  “If I want you?” Palmer looked at her as if she had lost her mind. “Woman, there is nothing I want more.”

  He took her large breast into his hands and eased his mouth around her pert nipples. The more he sucked, the more Nayla felt like silk. She eased herself down onto his lap and watched him devour her hard flesh as if it was the best meal he had ever tasted.

  If you like that, baby, just wait ’til you taste this wet pussy. Then she eased off him and began kissing his shoulders and his chest. Mmm . . . he tastes so good. He’s so clean, and his cologne smells so erotic.

  Nayla ripped his boxers off with one hand and grabbed his long, erect dick with the other. Eagerly, she took his swollen manhood into her mouth, and his moans of pleasure were all the ammunition she needed to suck him feverishly, as if it would be the last time she would ever be able to taste him. She stroked and massaged his nut sack with her pinky finger while making passionate love to him with her mouth, until he shook uncontrollably, releasing all of his love juices. Nayla happily swallowed every drop.

  He came up behind her and spread her legs and pussy lips farther apart, penetrating her with his tongue. Nayla knew that their love had just begun.

  Judea

  Tonight’s my big date with Lamar, and he said it’s gonna be real special like. Judea got ready for work. I don’t have nothin’ special to wear. Lamar done seen all my clothes. Judea put on what even she hoped would be her last sailor dress. Nayla will know how to help me!

  Judea was so excited about asking for Nayla’s help that she only took the time to kiss Lamar good morning before dashing onto the elevator. “I’ll see you when I takes my coffee break, baby.” She waved to him as the elevator doors closed.

  “Nayla! I needs yo’ help!” Judea screamed, thanking God that Nayla had come in early that morning. Lord always knows what you need and when you need it.

  “Judea, what in the world is the matter?” The way Judea was screaming, Nayla would have thought that someone was after her. She was waiting for someone to step off the elevator any moment, shooting up the place.

  “Tonight’s my big special date wit’ Lamar, and I’s sick of wearing these doggone sailor dresses. I ain’t got nothin’ special-like to wear. Help me, please.”

  Nyla looked down at Judea’s outfit and smiled. She thanked God that Judea had finally seen the light and come to her for help. She had wanted to approach her but didn’t want to offend her.

  “Judea, I’ll tell you what. Why don’t we go to the spa today? I don’t have any meetings scheduled, and Braylin’s away at a conference. We can shut the office down and spend the entire day at the spa.”

  “The spa? I always wanted to go to the spa.” Judea’s bright eyes grew wide, and a huge smile formed across her lips.

  “Yes, girl, but first, let’s go down to the warehouse and get you some clothes.” Nayla knew just what would flatter Judea’s face and frame. “And let me call Palmer. Instead of having lunch together, we can have dinner.”

  Judea couldn’t help but smile. She was so glad those two had finally gotten together. She would never tell Nayla that she had come back to retrieve her purse that day Nayla sent her home early. Judea didn’t want her boss to know that she had heard the two of them getting busy. It sounded like they were working on making twins.

  “What about the packages?” Judea asked. Palmer was there every afternoon with a delivery.

  “Thanks, Judea,” Nayla said before turning her attention back to the phone. “And Palmer, will you please leave today’s delivery with the lobby secretary? Thanks. Can’t wait to see you either. Sure. I don’t mind if Jason joins us. Okay. Bye for now.”

  Judea knew it was rude to listen in on other people’s conversations, but she couldn’t help it. “I’s so glad that you finally lettin’ yo’self be happy, Nayla.”

  “So am I.” They boarded the elevator. “So am I.”

  Nayla took Judea down to the ground floor of the building to Ample Delights’ clothing warehouse. There were beautiful dresses, pantsuits, and lingerie everywhere.

  Judea felt like a kid at a toy store. “I like this one,” she said, pointing to a gown with shiny beads on it. It was beautiful.

  “Yeah, Judea, but this is a special occasion gown, and you aren’t going to a formal event,” Nayla explained to a very confused Judea.

  “So . . . this too prom-like?”

  “Yes.” Nayla shook her head. She knew she had her hands full with Judea’s makeover.

  “What about this one?” Judea held up a cute denim jacket dress.

  “That’s a cute piece, but not for tonight.” Nayla took the dress off its padded hanger and handed it to Judea. “But it
will be good to wear to work tomorrow. Go ahead and get it. I designed it so it could also be worn as a jacket too.”

  Judea hesitated. She couldn’t pay for more than one dress.

  “It’s on the house, Judea.”

  Nayla was getting a kick out of seeing Judea so excited over the stylish clothes. Nayla spotted the perfect dress for that night’s date.

  “Judy,” Nayla said, using the nickname she sometimes called Judea, “this is the dress for you for tonight.” She held up a sleek black satin knee-length, form-fitting dress with a little flare at the hem. When she held up the dress, she knew Judea loved it.

  “I ain’t never seen nothing like that except on the television set,” Judea marveled.

  “Well, tonight you can feel like the star you are. This one’s a fourteen. Go and try it on.”

  The dress fit Judea perfectly. Nayla could hardly believe that her beautiful secretary was transforming into a sexy diva. She couldn’t wait until they arrived at the spa.

  Judea looked in the mirror. She couldn’t believe her body had been hiding under those dang blasted sailor dresses. “Maybe I shouldn’t. I likes it, but maybe it showing too much.” Judea turned from side to side, admiring her own shapely hips.

  “Baby, if you got it, flaunt it. And just because you’re advertising doesn’t mean you’re selling.” Both women laughed. “You look beautiful, and you deserve nothing less, Judea.”

  * * *

  Judea’s large eyes expanded like a balloon when she walked into the spa. “Nayla,” she whispered as she nudged her boss. “Why is these women half naked?” Almost every woman she saw had a towel wrapped around her body. A towel and nothing else was all that covered their private areas. Judea immediately covered her eyes with her hands.

  Nayla laughed. Judea’s innocence and inexperience was too cute. She pulled Judea’s hand from her eyes. Still, Judea squeezed her eyes tight. “It’s okay, Judea. Women come here to relax. That’s why they only have on towels. Besides, we’ve got to get the works. So, we don’t need any clothes in the way as we get in the sauna, get massages, facials, and all that good stuff.”