by Nikki Rashan
“That’s not important,” she answered.
“Yes, it is, Angie. You brought me home drunk the same day I told her we’d slept together. Then she kicked me out. So what happened? I know she had to be pissed off.”
“She was mad, you know. I apologized, told her we were real sorry and that none of this was supposed to happen.”
“What else?”
“Nothing really. She left you on the couch and went upstairs, so I went home.”
“That’s it?”
“Yeah.”
“You two didn’t exchange words or anything?” Given the ease with which Asia cursed me out, I assumed she’d had a few pretty words for Angie too.
Angie put her plate aside. “Forget about last night, Kyla,” she insisted. “You’re here with me now. That’s all that matters. How are you feeling?”
“I’m confused. That’s how I feel.”
“What about me? You ready to do this?”
“It’s all too soon to say,” I told her, unable to make a firm decision in either Angie’s or Asia’s favor. “I mean, I’m here, and thank you for letting me stay. I want to make the best of this time, but I’m not sure what that means yet. Right now I feel uncertain. That’s the best I can do.”
“Uncertain about what in particular?” She came off agitated.
“Uncertain about what I should do. Obviously, I brought all this on myself, and now I need to figure out how to handle it. There’s a lot to consider.”
“Such as?”
“Everything, Angie. I just don’t want to hurt anybody any further.”
“Anybody meaning me?”
“Me, you, and Asia. Hurt any of us further.”
“Let me tell you this. I know what I’m dealing with. I’ve known you a long time, in case you forgot. I know what you need, and it’s me. I can fulfill every desire you have, and now that you’re here, I’m about to show you.”
“You don’t have me yet, Angie. I just said I don’t know what’s going to happen.”
Angie shook her head from side to side. “I’m not going to accept that. I won’t lose you now that you’re here.”
I sat back in my chair. It seemed there was no reasoning with her. I’d have to make a decision fast, despite Angie’s insistence that I was already hers. And, as David had said, if I had any chance with Asia, it had to be sooner rather than later. She needed time to cool off first. The thought of Asia saddened me. It suddenly hit me that for the first time since we moved in together, we’d spend the night apart for reasons other than business. Owing to my selfishness, we were apart. I missed her, even though I sat across from Angie and desired her just the same. No matter what I did, I would lose one of them from my life forever.
“Show me a little patience, will you?” I pleaded.
“Of course,” she agreed unwillingly. “So how do you think you’ll handle the house situation?”
“Angie. Really?”
“I’m sorry, okay? It’s just something to consider, you know. I’m here for whatever you need. Moving. Bills. Anything.”
“Thank you, but a sponsor I don’t need.”
Angie smirked and nodded. “You want me to back off? Give you some quiet?”
Which I had asked for earlier.
“Right now I need to close my eyes for a minute. I’m going to lie down, all right? I’ll come find you when I wake up.” I stood up and prayed she would relax, would believe I wasn’t going anywhere, and would not come hound me again until I’d rested.
“I’ll take that for you,” Angie said and confiscated my plate before I could pick it up myself.
“You’ll be here after my nap?” I asked.
“I sure will. I’m not leaving you.”
Angie wrapped her arms around me. She was strong but soft. Her embrace instantly soothed the agitation and worry I felt. I relaxed for a moment and inhaled her fresh scent. She stroked my hair and squeezed tighter. Instinctively, regardless of my ambiguity about her and Asia, I lifted my head for a kiss, which she granted me. It was sweet, gentle, and assured me that I wasn’t ready to disregard her yet.
“There’s more where that came from. It’s all yours if you want it,” she told me. Before I could respond, she turned me around and walked me into the spare bedroom. “Now, go on and rest. I’ll see you when you open your eyes.”
She closed the door, and within seconds my eyes shut, with the taste of Angie’s lips still on mine.
I couldn’t rest. Ten minutes later my eyes reopened, and for no reason but a misguided impromptu impulse, I picked up the phone to call Asia and let her know I was gone. As the phone rang, I wondered how she would respond. Would her voice convey regret for kicking me out, or would she be relieved? I didn’t get an answer to my question, because it was another woman that answered my call.
Fourteen
Asia
What I was doing would benefit no one, and I knew it. But I wanted to. There was no way I would allow Kyla to lie with Angie without showing her I could do the same. It was out of my character; I had always been loyal in my relationships. Kyla, however, needed to know I could play the same cards she dealt. Years of stringing women along was about to come back on her. I wanted to call it karma, but it was pure vengeance.
Sam walked into the restaurant in all her delightful youthfulness. Sam was thirteen years younger than me and exactly the ego boost I needed after Kyla’s disappointing actions. Sam was one of those women with an unbelievably angelic look: she had a full, round face with pinchable cheeks, deep dimples, and large bashful eyes. Her patients adored her calm disposition and the delicate manner in which she interacted with them. Admittedly, if I had been younger and single, I would have considered dating her.
When I hired her a year ago, she had openly invited me to seek her company should my and Kyla’s relationship ever disintegrate. Aside from that early invitation, we had always maintained a professional relationship. No one, not even an appealing woman like Sam, could have swayed me from Kyla. My faithfulness was all the more reason why I wanted retribution for her infidelity.
“Hey, Asia.” Sam took the chair opposite me at the small table.
“Sam. Glad you could make it.” I picked up the menu. “Hungry?”
“Not really. I don’t really eat lunch most days.”
“No? What is it that you usually do over lunch?”
“Um . . . depends. Sometimes I sit in my car and listen to music. I go for a walk when it’s nice out. Or I go home and take Nelly out.”
“Yes. Nelly, your poodle . . . I remember.”
Sam smiled nervously. “Is everything all right? Did I do something? Not always a good thing when the boss schedules an unplanned meeting.”
“Of course there’s nothing wrong, and trust me, this is all good. I just wanted to connect with you. See how things are going on your end.”
Sam blushed. “Oh, okay. Good. I was worried. Everything is well. I’m glad you asked. What about you?”
“Going through some changes right now, but I think I’ll be all right.”
“Oh, I see. Anything I can help you with?”
“I’m hoping so.” I leaned forward and took in her face: tender eyes, smooth skin, wet lips. “Do you recall the, um, the proposal you presented to me once upon a time?”
Sam leaned forward and met my gaze. “Of course I do.”
“Is it still on the table?”
“It’s always been there. Are you considering?”
“I’m ready. Shall we sign on the dotted line?”
“Do you have a pen?” she asked.
“In my back pocket.” I laughed. “Sam, I appreciate you coming, but I think we should go. Is that all right with you?”
“Absolutely.”
“Did you have plans for lunch today?”
“I was going to go home since I had a two-hour break.” She tilted her head sideways. “Looks like that’s working in my favor. Would you like to come with me? I mean, if that’s okay.”
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nbsp; “Yes, it’s perfectly okay.” We stood.
“Excuse me,” I called to our server. “We won’t be staying. Thank you.”
The petite server rushed to our side. “Is something wrong?” she asked, concerned.
Sam and I glanced at one another.
“Everything is perfect,” I answered without taking my eyes off Sam.
Twenty minutes later we were at her apartment in Dunwoody. It was a small place, with just enough room for a single woman and her dog.
“I’ll be only a second.” Sam excused herself to take a five-minute walk outside with Nelly.
I waited on the couch and tried to ignore my nervous energy. Kyla and I had been two different people in our single days. I hadn’t slept around with women for sport the way Kyla had in her leisure time. After my initial experimental years, I had reserved my body only for women who showed promise in terms of a relationship. I had felt that way about Kyla, which was why I slept with her after just a couple of dates. She had been the only once since then. Sam was the first woman in twenty years who I wanted nothing more from than sex.
Sam returned while I checked my e-mail on my phone. She gave Nelly a treat and took a seat at my side.
“So . . . um . . . are you still hungry?” she asked me.
“Very,” I answered and attempted to resurrect the suave demeanor I had exhibited at the restaurant.
“I don’t have much.” She looked toward the mini kitchen. “I’m sorry. I guess I should have told you that before I invited you over.”
“Surely, you must have something I can nibble on,” I said slyly.
“I might.” She smiled coyly. “You know, now that I think about it, I have a feeling I might be a bit hungrier than you are.” She licked her lips.
“You think?”
“I’ve been eyeing something on somebody else’s menu for a while now. But”—she moved closer—“if the menu is being passed to me, I’ll take it. Even if I get to sample only one item for now.”
Always the innocent-looking ones, I thought.
I smiled. “No worries. Somebody else put the menu down. You’re free to choose whatever you like. I think we have time for at least an appetizer right now.”
“That’s perfect.” Sam came even closer, and I got nervous again. I hadn’t touched another woman in nine years. It was strange and scary, primarily because two weeks prior I wouldn’t have placed myself in that position, ready to give another woman specifically what I thought I saved for Kyla—forever.
“Do you mind? I need to use the restroom.”
“Sure. Right outside the bedroom.” She pointed and described the bathroom’s location in greater detail, as if it were so far away that I needed directions.
Once inside I rested my head against the sink. I had to convince myself to do what I’d come to do. Spite was a quality I despised, yet it was the one emotion I craved. I had to fuck Sam and deal with the aftermath later.
When I opened the bathroom door, Sam smiled at me, her lips turned up in a sly smirk. Quickly, she steered me into her bedroom and closed the door, leaving Nelly whimpering outside.
Sam took the lead. I preferred it that way as a part of me simultaneously mourned and anticipated the moment. I shuffled fearful thoughts underneath the desire to complete my task. With the first kiss Sam placed on my skin, I shuddered uncontrollably. The fullness of her lips differed from the smaller ones I was used to. Her tongue, warm and thick, was unfamiliar, though pleasing, as she explored. Within minutes my clothes were at my ankles.
“Will you lie down for me?” she asked.
Her mattress was firm, unlike the soft cushioning of my bed at home. It smelled . . . different. It was the scent of another woman’s perfume, her lotion, and her hair. It was everything other than Kyla. I tried not to yearn for Kyla and reminded myself that she was the reason I was in another woman’s bed. Sam placed her head between my legs and kissed me.
“Mmm. Delicious,” she told me.
I closed my eyes. “Bon appétit.”
Fifteen
Kyla
The woman’s voice was a light whisper, smooth, aroused, and familiar. I removed the phone from my ear and then placed it back again.
“I’m looking for Asia,” I stated, confused.
“She’s busy right now,” the woman told me.
“Is she with a patient?” Asia rarely accompanied nurses on visits and vice versa, and even when she did, there was no need for any of them to answer her phone.
“No, she’s with me,” the woman replied confidently.
“Who is this?”
“This is Sam. Asia’s in the bathroom right now, Kyla. Do you need her?”
My stomach turned. I knew Sam as the cute, sexy young nurse Asia had hired some time back. Although she had been cordial to me at the small holiday party Asia had for her staff at Christmastime, there was something about the way Sam had watched my and Asia’s interactions that night that led me to believe she desired Asia as more than a boss. A woman picked up on those things. I mentioned it to Asia on our ride home that night. She admitted that Sam had clearly made herself available should anything ever happen with us. She had reached for my hand and had held it.
“We don’t have to worry about that, do we?”
“Never,” I had told her. At the time I hadn’t known it was a lie.
Since then, to my knowledge, Sam had been nothing but an employee. Why were they together?
“Are you two on a job?”
Sam snickered. “No. We’re at my place”—she snickered again—“having lunch. Would you like me to tell her you called?”
“No, I’ll try her later.”
“Good, because it’s time for me to eat.” She hung up quickly, before I could reply.
My mouth fell open. I had no doubt Asia was the meal to which Sam had referred. Maybe my suspicions were right. Had Asia been bored as well, and had she sought relief with Sam? I didn’t believe this was their first lunchtime rendezvous. Maybe Asia wanted me to explore options with Angie so she could freely be with Sam. I was hurt, angry, and I felt deceived: I had been made the guilty party, Asia’s scapegoat, when she was the one who desired to end our relationship.
My eyes singed with hot tears. I didn’t know if I cried most from embarrassment or shame about what I wanted to do next. I felt embarrassment for having allowed Asia to play me as the bad girl while she cleverly hid her skeletons. I instantly wanted retribution. Without another thought, I stood and left the room. Angie was surprised to see me. She looked up from the book she was reading. I didn’t say anything, only walked into her bedroom, removing my shirt and pants along the way. She was behind me in seconds. On her bed I lay on my stomach. She undressed, and we were skin against skin. The weight of her body was greater than Asia’s, the pressure pleasing, though it reminded me of the heaviness of the situation. I readjusted myself until her thighs were wrapped around me. Angie kissed my back tenderly. Too gently. It was too much like Asia.
“No. Give it to me like you used to,” I instructed her. Without hesitation, she grabbed my ass cheeks in the palms of her hands. She squeezed and then slapped them. The sting hurt, and my eyes watered. I put my face in the pillow. The satin case warmed from my tears. Angie slapped me three more times.
“This is what you want?” she asked.
“Yes. Yes . . . ,” I cried.
“Turn over,” she commanded.
I did.
Her expression was conflicted when she saw my tears. I wiped my face dry.
“Fuck me,” I told her.
Angie regained her composure and buried her lips, her tongue, and her teeth in my neck. Her hand tightened at my throat, and she whispered in my ear.
“I’m about to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”
Sixteen
Asia
It was impossible not to compare Sam to Kyla. Kyla knew exactly what to do, how to stroke, caress, and please me. Sam was a novice with my body. She surveyed and exam
ined with her fingers, and her tongue explored, trying to find the places I found delightful. She learned about the tickling sensations I felt when her tongue darted across my inner thighs. She took notice of the moans I murmured when she cupped my breasts with her hands and rubbed her palms against my nipples. She figured out that her two-finger stroke fit my body perfectly. She moved fast and slow depending on the movement of my hips.
She talked to me more than Kyla did. She asked if I liked it. She asked where I liked it. I didn’t want to respond, but I told her “Yes” and “My pussy.” I wanted her to make me cum; that was all I needed. She told me my pussy was beautiful. That it was wet, and she wanted to taste it. She did and told me it was good. That it was exactly what she had waited for.
Kyla
Angie pinched my nipples and bit my breasts. She stroked between my legs softly and then penetrated my wetness forcefully.
“Give it to me,” I told her.
Angie slowed, then stopped. From her nightstand drawer she retrieved a healthy-size strap-on. It was long, thick, and matched the color of her warm beige skin. I helped her into it and adjusted the harness around her waist. The ridged penis bobbed, erect. I was ready for it. Angie positioned me on my hands and knees and took me from the back. The dildo slid into my wetness effortlessly. My pussy tightened around it as she began to pound me.
“Is this what you wanted?” Angie asked, her hands at my waist, my ass slapping against her sweaty skin.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Go deep.”
“You got it, baby.”
She thrust deeper.
Asia
Sam rested her body in a sitting position, her weight on her heels, and lifted my waist into the air. Her fingers synchronized together harmoniously, thrusting deep, one plunging into my pussy, the other in my ass. The bliss was immeasurable.
“Your ass is so tight,” she told me, her breath heavy. “Cum for me, Asia,” she requested.