My Mans Best Friend (9781622860241)

by Henderson, Tresser

  “Is Jaquon here?” he asked, looking like he had lost a battle in war or something.

  “What’s wrong with you, and why are you over here this time of the morning, Derrick? Your banging has probably wakened the neighbors.”

  “Kea, I just need to talk to Jaquon,” he said with nothing but a gray tank top on with black jeans and sneakers. “Is he here?”

  “I thought he was with you.”

  Jaquon lied to me again, not expecting Derrick to show up at our place, but I was not about to worry about that now. I had to see what was going on with Derrick.

  “Dammit,” he said loudly, rubbing the back of his head, pacing back and forth like he had consumed twenty cups of cappuccino.

  “Derrick, please come in and talk to me,” I said grabbing him by the arm and pulling him inside before somebody came out to see what was going on.

  Shutting the door I asked, “What’s got you so rattled ?”

  “Kea ... I ... I ...”

  He took deep breaths, not able to speak.

  “Calm down and tell me what’s wrong. Did something happen?”

  He nodded yes.

  “Is your family okay?”

  Another nod.

  “Are you hurt?”

  He gave me a long glance and his eyes spoke volumes to me. “Does this have to do with Zacariah?”

  He walked over to the sliding glass door and peered out into the darkness. The chaise lounge chair was positioned there, and Derrick plopped down on the edge. He lowered his head into the palm of his hands and said nothing. I didn’t know whether to leave him alone or try to comfort him, but I decided to continue to talk to him.

  “What did she do, Derrick?” I asked walking over to him.

  He looked up at me. His eyes were red, but I couldn’t figure out if it was from him crying or the rage consuming him.

  “She slept with somebody else tonight.”

  “What?” I said sitting down beside him.

  “Did she confess?”

  He frowned his face and said, “Hell, no!”

  “Then how did you find out?”

  “I caught her in lie after lie so this time, I did my own examination which concluded another man had ... had ...”

  “I get it. You don’t have to say it,” I told him not wanting to know the details.

  “The whore didn’t even bother to take a shower before she came home to me. His cum was still running out of her.”

  “Where is she now?”

  “I kicked her ass out. She with her girl Essence now.”

  I sat there not knowing what to say. I just watched as a man who loved this woman crumbled right in front of me.

  “Would you like something to drink? I got some beer or soda. Just tell me anything I can do to help.”

  “You’re doing it,” he said looking at me. “And I’m sorry I came over here like this. I had to get out of that house. Every time I turned around, I saw her. I smelled her perfume on our sheets and envisioned her lying in the bed waiting for me. I ran to the bathroom and tried to wash the stench of her away. I tried to cleanse the memory of her away, but she was everywhere I turned. She even chose the paint color on the walls. She helped me pick out the furniture. She ... She helped my home become what it is, and I ...”

  He then stood up rubbing the crinkles in his jeans.

  “I’m going to go now. I’ve disturbed you long enough,” he said abruptly.

  “Derrick, you don’t have to go.”

  “I should have called before I came over,” he said, moving toward the door.

  Grabbing his forearm gently I said, “It’s okay. You can stay.” I placed my hand on his chest to stop him from leaving.

  As soon as I touched him, I could feel the ripples beneath his shirt. My thoughts quickly imagined for a second how he would feel next to me. The tank top had his body looking desirable. I hadn’t looked at Derrick like this before, but I was up, close, and personal, and I saw that the brother was fine as hell. I always thought he was cute, but now, sex exuded from him.

  Standing over me, he walked backward, releasing the connection my hand had on him.

  “Let me fix us something to drink, okay? I don’t want you driving in your condition. And I know that sounds crazy with me offering you alcohol, so I’ll fix you some punch or something.”

  “You don’t have to—”

  “It’s my turn to be there for you, Derrick. Please let me,” I said softly.

  “Thank you, Kea.”

  “For what?” I asked.

  “For this,” he said just before grabbing my face and kissing me deeply.

  Derrick’s anger erupted into a passion I was more than willing to receive from him. Sexual currents shot through me as his intensity inundated me. Coming up for air, we both looked at each other as our lips disconnected.

  “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to—”

  “You didn’t mean to do this?” I said kissing him again. I began tugging at his belt buckle. I pulled him in my direction as I walked backward until we were standing in my bedroom.

  “Kea, this isn’t right.”

  I shushed him with my finger against his soft lips. Then I sat on the bed with him still standing in front of me. I unhooked the belt buckle, eager to see the muscle that was going to bring my body intense satisfaction. His Johnson nearly smacked me in the face when it became free. The rage had transported to his dick, and its target was aimed at me.

  Jaquon was the only guy I had ever given oral to, but something about Derrick made me drop my guard fully and let the freak within me come to surface. I engulfed him with my mouth and watched the muscles in his rippled stomach heave in and out as I sucked him to maximum growth.

  “This isn’t right,” he struggled to say as his hands gripped my hair sending me another message. I worked him until I couldn’t anymore. Standing, I kissed him again, and that’s when Derrick laid me back on the bed.

  He ripped the robe off of me and tore my panties off. He dove into me, giving me the best tongue-lashing I had ever experienced. Derrick didn’t have a problem returning the favor as a craving mixed with ferociousness united into a sexual synchronization that sent my body into numerous eruptions.

  Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a condom, ripping it open with his teeth. He put it on with one swift move. When Derrick entered me, my back arched from the impression his manhood made within my walls. Another stroke sent shockwaves through me as I felt him hit areas within me that made me twinge in pain. I thought Jaquon was gifted, but Derrick was running in first place over him right now. Once his momentum was established and my body adjusted to his immensity, our bodies became one in motion. He lay on top of me and kissed my breasts, paying attention to each of my nipples. I caressed his back, pulling him into me.

  In the back of my mind I knew this was wrong, but I didn’t care because it felt so right. Jaquon wasn’t here. His best friend was, so I wanted to give him what Jaquon had been neglecting. I did hope Jaquon wouldn’t come home while we were in the throes of heated passion. Even though he had hurt me so many times in the past, I didn’t want to crush him by having him see me sexing his best friend.

  Essence

  If Zacariah thought I was going to sit up under her and watch her mope about losing Derrick, she had another thing coming. I still had a life and just because she was staying here didn’t mean my life was going to stop and revolve around her. I decided to still keep my date with Jaquon. I really wasn’t in the mood to play friend to her tonight since she brought the entire situation on herself.

  For some reason, I couldn’t keep my mind off of Jaquon. There was something about him, and I couldn’t put my finger on it. Was it his smile, his body, or his conversation? I didn’t know. Or maybe it was the way this man worked me over. No man had ever rocked my body the way he did, and I guess my body was having withdrawals from wanting more of him.

  I knew I didn’t have his number, but what I had was his name. And I knew he wo
rked for the electric company, so I took a chance and called his job. Sure enough, I found him. A message had to be taken since he was out in the field, but I hoped he would call me back. He did, and I was like a young girl happy a guy she had a crush on called.

  “I hear you called me,” he said arrogantly.

  “So, you remembered me.”

  “Of course, I do. I can’t eat at a table now without thinking about you.”

  Me too, I thought smiling at his smooth words.

  “You’re funny.”

  “Nawh, I’m just being serious. So what’s up with you? Are you calling me because you want to get together again?”

  “Wow. You don’t waste time, do you?”

  “Not when it comes to something I’m interested in.”

  “So, you interested in me?” I questioned.

  “I’ll tell you like this. Why don’t I come over to your place later and we can grab something to eat. Do you like seafood?”

  “I love seafood.”

  “So it’s a date.”

  “See you at seven.”

  Dinner was the last thing on our minds as Jaquon took a detour to a secluded spot in the woods. Without hesitation, we both threw ourselves at each other. Deep kisses led to clothes being torn off, and the next thing I knew, my body was going into conniptions as Jaquon rode it like waves crashing into the surface. Nature was our music as the crickets chirped loudly, and I could have sworn I heard Luther serenading in the background. The cool air gently touched our hot bodies as we stood buck naked in the deserted area with nothing but darkness surrounding us. The only light we had was from the moon trickling down like sparkles highlighting our pleasure.

  The brake lights on his ride were the only thing on as I envisioned it to be like candles lit for this romantic session. This must have been a spot he was familiar with because I didn’t know it existed. I wasn’t trying to have sex in the woods, outside, leaning against a car, but this was an exhilarating experience for me.

  Bending me over, the palms of my sweaty hands held on to the hood of the car as he grinded into me. Each stroke drove him deeper. His pound was a force to be reckoned with. I hoped my spine wouldn’t shatter with the strength of him pulverizing my essential womanhood.

  Eagerness wouldn’t allow me to take off my G-string as Jaquon pulled it to the side and slid his manhood in and out. He started entering me in the right orifice, massaging my exit which only sent shivers up my back. Little did I know he was trying to get me ready for what he wanted to do to me. He kept playing around that area, which turned me on, but at the same time, I was scared his next stroke was going to miss my essential and enter my exit, ripping me beyond repair. My heart pounded with the anticipation of what I knew was coming. Fear and excitement bombarded me simultaneously. I kept thinking this man was so good that I was willing to do whatever he wanted, but I would regret it later.

  Entering me with the ease of a python slithering into a hole in the ground, Jaquon entered my anal area. At first, I wanted to push him off me and scream out in pain, but once he kept going, the pain eased up a bit as he went back and forth slowly and pleasure entered.

  “Do you want this, baby?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I said softly.

  “Tell me you want this,” he demanded.

  “I want this, Jaquon. I want this so bad. Baby, give it to me.”

  I loved when a man talked to me when he was handling his business, and Jaquon was a talker.

  “You feel so good, baby.”

  “I want to savor this sweetness, baby.”

  “Throw it back to me, baby.”

  Each word sent me closer to reaching my zenith. The closer I got, the more I became light-headed. The more I moaned, the more he gave me what I asked for.

  “I’m cumin’, baby,” I said to him as his speed increased. “I’m cumin’,” I yelled. My climax was too much for me to handle and I ... I ... I ...

  Essence

  I squinted as the bright lights blinded me. I looked around disoriented because I didn’t know where I was and what was going on. I lifted my hand to my eyes to feel a tiny sting atop my hand. Squinting, I saw an IV hooked up to me. My sense of smell kicked in as I inhaled the aroma of what seemed like alcohol, Pine-Sol, medicine, and other things letting me know I was in a hospital. With my vision coming into focus, I tried sitting up in the bed. A hand touched mine, and I jerked it back, not knowing who was touching me. Turning to the source I saw it was Jaquon.

  “What’s going on? Why am I here?”

  “I brought you here because you passed out on me.”

  “Passed out?” I questioned. “I don’t pass out.”

  “Well, you did tonight. We were doing our thing,” he said with a little smile, “and the next thing I know, I was standing there with my dick exposed, looking at you lying on the ground. You scared the hell out of me, Essence.”

  The expression on his face was so cute.

  “I scooped you up and rushed you here. Lucky for me you were wearing a dress because I don’t think I could have put your pants back on to bring you here. I might’ve rolled you outta my ride, letting you hit the asphalt and kept going because me walking in here with a half-naked woman and me being a black man, they would have had my behind under the jail.”

  I smiled at him, saying, “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I fainted like that.”

  “Maybe I was just that good and you couldn’t handle what I was putting down.”

  I swiped at him before looking around for a nurse or a doctor.

  “Did they tell you the reason why I passed out?”

  “Nope. I tried to find out, pretending like you were my wife, but one look at my left hand told them different. By law, they can’t disclose any of your medical information to me. They were at least nice enough to let me sit by your side.”

  “I can’t believe you stayed.”

  “I couldn’t leave you like this. That would make me a bad guy, and I’m not a bad guy,” he said.

  “You’re just one who likes to cheat all the time, huh?”

  Holding his chest he said, “That hurts me right here.”

  “It should.”

  “But you don’t mind being the other woman,” he protested.

  “Just call me settling for less,” I said.

  “Why do you keep coming at me with your dagger-like comments? I’m not the enemy.”

  “My comments weren’t meant to hurt your feelings,” I said smiling. “I thought I was just stating facts.”

  “Well, you damn sure are not making me feel good right now. I feel bad enough that you’re in here.”

  “Jaquon, I haven’t been able to find a man who makes me happy. Either he’s gay, got kids, or committed to another love,” I said, pointing at him.

  “Hey, I’m not gay.”

  I laughed. “You know what I mean. I’m just saying my experiences have proven love doesn’t matter. That’s why I’m not in a relationship now.”

  “But love does exist,” he said.

  “And what does love mean to you? You’re cheating on a girl who loves you, and you claim to love her. If it’s love you claim you have, then why cheat?”

  “I don’t know, Essence. You have a point. I’m a man who loves to have sex. The idea of being with only one woman for the rest of my life scares me. What if I get bored?”

  “Are you bored now?”

  “No. Kea excites me.”

  “And yet you slept with me.”

  “I see where you’re coming from,” he said defeated.

  The nurse came in with the doctor holding a laptop instead of a file.

  “Good morning, Ms. Clemmons.”

  “Good morning, Doctor. Now, tell me what’s wrong with me.”

  “You are straight and to the point, aren’t you?”

  “I want to know what’s going on,” I said.

  The doctor looked at Jaquon and looking at the door said, “Can you please excuse us for a minute.”

 
“No, Doctor, he can stay.”

  “Okay. Suit yourself.”

  I looked at a now-standing Jaquon who paused as I smiled, hoping he would stay with me. He put his hands in his pocket and waited to hear what the doctor was going to say.

  “Ms. Clemmons, I hate to ask you this, but are you bulimic?”

  I looked at Jaquon, and he looked at me waiting on the answer.

  “No,” I answered, denying the accusation.

  “Are you sure? Your examination revealed you were dehydrated and suffering from malnutrition. Your teeth are weak, and your throat has small ulcers indicating you have been throwing up for quite some time.”

  I wished I had listened to the doctor and had Jaquon leave the room. This was the last thing I wanted him to hear about me. No one knew my dirty little secret but me and my toilet bowl. Now it was out, and I didn’t know what I was going to do to maintain it. I was a bulimic, and I didn’t think anything this physician was about to tell me was going to change that fact. I wondered how Jaquon would look at me now. Did he see me as sick, disturbed, or just plain crazy? Anyway, I wanted to rip this IV out of my arm and run away. But I couldn’t. This was my reality that I knew would come out one day. That day was today. I just didn’t think it would be around someone like Jaquon, the guy for the moment who I was into and the only person who knew my secret eating disorder.

  Kea

  This morning, I woke up alone yet again, but Jaquon not being next to me didn’t bother me one bit. Today, I felt like a new woman, and this new woman wanted to start her day off with some coffee. With two cups of coffee in hand, I tried to click the deadbolt lock to my apartment and stuffed the keys in my pocket. I was taking my neighbor a cup of coffee. As soon as I heard music, I knew Freak-a-Leak from across the way had opened her door. I turned to see her standing there leaning against her door eating an apple. I pictured her consuming things like bananas and hot dogs but not anything healthy like an apple.

  “Who was that good-looking man leaving your place this morning?” she asked.