by Wahida Clark
Atwater laughed because he had his doubts. If the power of temptation was so strong, how could he resist it? “Your set, Moor.”
While Atwater and Craze-zo were lifting weights, Butterfly and Buffy stood in the entranceway of the gym, which was right next to the restroom. Butterfly was having a fit because Atwater hadn't already come out to meet her. She had been thinking about him all day, and it was just too bad he had his evil and hateful friend with him, whom she hated! But she kept it courteous, and spoke to some of the guys who passed them by on their way to the weight room.
“Damn, what is taking him so long?” Butterfly had, had it!
“Calm down, bitch. You probably about to get the best dick on the compound, let me tell you,” Buffy said playfully.
“I've been thinking about him all day. Every time he's with his friend he never even makes eye contact with me,” Butterfly fussed.
“He's probably fucking him.”
“Shut up, bitch. He ain’t gay!”
Franco and Slim came into the gym like they owned the place. Franco's chest and chin was to the sky, and even when Slim worked out he was still fly with his new baseball gloves on, sweats turned inside out, and his long sleeve T-shirt white and crisp. He wore a doo-rag under his cap.
“Look at Franco,” Buffy said, but she was looking at his slog poking out of his shorts. “Hello, Franco.”
“You better stop talking to me, faggot, before I beat you up,” Franco threatened.
Butterfly and Buffy laughed.
And after Franco and Slim went into the weight room, Butterfly started to stress again.
“Where is he?”
“Calm your hot ass panties down, bitch!” She smacked.
“There he goes,” Butterfly said, finally relieved!
As by design, Atwater headed straight toward the bathroom and went to the handicap stall.
When Butterfly entered the restroom, somebody was in there, so she acted like she was using the urinal until he disappeared, and then she stole a chance to go to Atwater! She went into the handicap stall and closed the distance between them in milliseconds. Atwater was so hungry and lust-dumb, he welcomed the grand gesture as if he just hadn’t had the conversation with Craze-zo. And she melted under his kiss and fell listless in his hands.
For a moment he kissed her until she was dizzy, but she wanted to feel her dreams of this morning resurge!
Butterfly dropped to her knees and yanked his massive dick from his pants and gave him mega head! She took his sex lever into her mouth, and when his dick was deep in her throat, she gurgled. He thought Butterfly must have known sorcery! Never in a million years—Lord forbid! She whirled her mouth around his dick and slurped the pre-cum dribble and jacked her head back and forth, and he knew she was a genius. When he nutted in her mouth, he grabbed her arms so hard she thought he would snatch them from their sockets. She gurgled deeply in the back of her throat, the whole time his orgasm was in a twist!
Atwater shivered like a man pulled out of an iceberg. Butterfly loved it, but she wouldn't give him leave! She nibbled on his pulsating helmet and slurped at it. In a rare occasion, his dick responded to the sapping slurps, and he was hard again and she continued to ply her trade. Atwater began sweating. Her head was so supernatural he could have easily mistaken her for a snake charmer par excellence. He shot another wad down her gurgling throat, and he almost collapsed to his knees. If she continued, he knew he'd need a gurney to carry him back to the unit.
She licked her lips like a demon-nymph that had just feasted on a prey. She asked, “You all right?”
Atwater was still absent-minded and paralyzed with pleasure. He still couldn't feel his legs. “I think so.”
Butterfly laughed, and she didn't need anybody to tell her the full merit of her skills. She had left many bewildered, better yet, everybody.
They heard somebody enter the restroom and the spell was broken. Butterfly helped Atwater up, and his color returned to his face.
“When am I going to see you again?” she whispered in his ear with her soft lips, and with her super-soft hands grabbing his pulsating dick gently.
“Whenever,” Atwater said, and he meant it. She had him as one of the worst divisions of people: the trick!
They heard the guy leave, and it was Butterfly's chance to steal her exit. “I'll see you later.” She pecked him on his cheek as she left abruptly.
Moments later, he was about to leave, but when he looked down, he saw her ID on the ground. Atwater picked it up and placed it in his front pocket.
That was the best head ever!
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Rendezvous Point
Shonda came right back to visit Atwater again. But this time, she brought Mason and Macy, their children.
Mason didn’t look anything like his sire, but Macy was a blend of her mother's good looks and Atwater.
“What up, Pops!” Mason said as he hugged his dad, standing an inch taller.
“Daddy!” Macy said, who wore skinny jeans, a designer top, and heels. She hugged her father, and she didn't want to let him go because she missed him like crazy.
And as always, Shonda looked completely mouth-watering with her pendants, jewels, and snug-fitting dress and superbly whipped hairstyle. She kissed him like it would be their last.
When they all sat down, Shonda was first to speak. “We have some good news to tell you, and that's why we came up here because they wanted to tell you in person.”
Atwater smiled. “What good news?”
“You sure you don't want to eat first?” Shonda asked. They would have to eat out of a vending machine for lunch, which consisted of 85% junk food, and the remaining 15% were sandwiches and sodas.
“We can wait. I want the news first.”
They all looked to Mason, who was smiling from ear-to-ear.
“You know how you've always been talking about getting into positions of power, networking, and strategizing success? Guess what? I've been accepted into West Point.”
Atwater was breathless. He couldn't believe it! He knew such a position meant power, connections, and above all else, influence.
“That's what I'm talking about! Give me a hug. Damn—you make me proud!” Atwater yelled.
“Hold it down, Atwater,” the CO said, who sat across from them.
“My apologies. My son just hit me with some good news.”
“I understand,” the CO said and went back to monitoring the visitors.
Atwater had to know everything. “How did you get in? Doesn't a Senator have to refer you?”
“That's why I have you to thank. You were so instrumental in getting me accepted, you just don't know. To keep it real, when you told mom to put me in military boarding school, I hated you. But now I understand why you did it. That's where I met Timothy Hathaway, and his father's a Senator out of Maine. His father wanted to refer a minority to West Point, and he immediately thought of me.”
“My son's going to be a Five Star General.”
“And an engineer,” Mason added.
“Damn—you make me proud!” And Atwater couldn't have been happier. Everything that Old School had been drilling into his head was coming to fruition. Everything was owed to Old School's thoughts and ideas, and Atwater felt as if he owed the old man a prince's boon.
Shonda was in tears. “All of this machismo's making me cry.” But it wasn't the machismo. It was seeing her husband with their son and seeing the love everybody had for Atwater that made her happy.
And seeing her mother crying tears of joy, Macy was also choked up.
“Macy, tell him your good news,” Shonda said.
“There's more?” Atwater was shocked.
“Daddy, I'm going overseas to get an education. I'm going to Oxford, and I have a full scholarship because I’m a Rhodes' Scholar. I'm going to the same college that so many powerful people went to—like Bill Clinton.”
Atwater was choked up. “I need a minute to get my head together. This is too
much,” he said as he dropped his head to cherish the moment. Macy hugged him.
“You were right about strategizing success,” Shonda added.
“I love y’all,” Atwater said. They had a family hug, and the CO didn't say anything.
“You just make sure you come home soon. Stay safe,” Shonda said. They ate lunch and talked about everything until the visit ended. What stood out above all else during the visit, was the fact that Atwater’s mind couldn’t stop thinking about Butterfly. And he didn’t know what it meant.
Jealous Passion…
The next evening, Butterfly raced out of the unit to meet Atwater. It was 8:05 p.m. and pill line had just been called.
Atwater was already up the walkway when Butterfly left the unit. He took a detour toward the automated machine by the commissary and barbershop, feigning as if he was checking his account, but he was waiting for Butterfly to catch up with him.
She came up behind him, wearing a cap on her head. Her face looked luscious with those rosy red lips, and her ass looked full and wide. And with those thoughts, Atwater could forget everything.
“Where have you been? I thought you were going to meet me last night?” Butterfly sounded hurt. It made Atwater laugh because this was really a woman! He hadn't felt the feeling of being possessed by a woman in a long time. It was different with Shonda. She'd always been there.
But before Atwater could respond, Butterfly said, “You were with your girlfriend?”
Atwater didn't know who she was talking about. She couldn't have been talking about Shonda. How could she have known about their visit?
“Who are you talking about?”
“Your friend.”
“Craze-zo?” Atwater could have guffawed. “That's like my little brother.”
Butterfly gentled at the softness of his eyes feasting on her busty breasts and wide hips. She knew if she had been a piece of candy, she would've dissolved!
“I've been checking up on you. I know you're from Virginia, you and the guy you're in the cell with.”
Atwater laughed.
“Somebody's been feeding you bad information. I ain’t from Virginia.”
Atwater was talking to her, but at the same time he was still trying to be discreet. But he could tell Butterfly didn't give a fuck who saw or listened. She could have tongue kissed him in front of everybody with a middle finger to them!
“If this is going to be too much for you, you need to let me know right now. I'm falling in love with you. I just can't stop thinking about you.” Butterfly had been thinking about getting that off her chest all day, and she had finally said it.
“Calm down. You're all right.” Atwater's sheltering voice and soft words were assuring.
He then tapped the automated machine and the screen went back to its entry page, and they started to walk off side-by-side. And Butterfly, who was anxious to be with him the past couple of days, was now settled and calm.
“When I’ma see you again?” she asked with hidden promise in her eyes.
“Tomorrow night,” Atwater promised. He knew he needed her again. Her mouth was a honeycomb. By now he had ruled out the possibility of ever fucking Butterfly because there was no way he’d ever get a condom.
“Why don't you come out during the day time? That would be good too.”
“I'll keep that in mind,” Atwater said with his sly smile. It was powerful and magnetic, and Butterfly couldn't keep from smiling herself.
“I'll see you then.”
Chapter Thirty
True Love Never Dies
Bobby Moore!”
The following afternoon during mail-call, Butterfly had heard her name called. She shot down the steps and grabbed her letters. Some were from her mother, who was probably the only person that knew she was in jail. But the other was from somebody with a return address that she didn't recognize.
When she opened the letter, she knew exactly who the letter was from. It was from Lazy Eyes, and he had sent the letter to somebody on the streets and they had sent it back in, addressed to Butterfly. When she opened it, she smelled his scent strongly, and had forgotten how much she had really missed him.
Buffy had come over to her and asked her who it was from. Then they ran to her room so that she could read him the contents.
Butterfly,
I'm fucked up back here. They're talking about sending me to USP Florence in Colorado. I can't stop thinking about you. I broke my fist against the wall because I can't be out there with you with that good pussy of yours. The best ever! Hands down . . .
My wife wants a divorce because her dad told her about us. But fuck that bitch. I'm in love with you! I swear I'm going to wife you when I get out in 3 years. I've been thinking a lot about that, and if you steal a woman's identity, we can get married! Real talk, you look better than my bitch anyways. Shit, you look better than all my baby mommas put together. Lol
Yo, check your account: I had my homie put $lOk there. And you better get a job before they stick your ass in the kitchen. Go and talk to the secretary at the chapel where I used to work. She'll look out for you, because I told her about us. I got you, baby: Forever my lady. Love you. Oh yeah, when you get out of jail, I'll have you a spot, clothes, and everything you need.
Love you.
After Butterfly read the letter, she and Buffy fell out on the bed laughing.
“Bitch, you got some good pussy!”
Where Is He?...
The next day, Atwater had come out to chill with Craze-zo. They were walking the yard and talking about what Atwater was going to do when he got out in a couple of months. Atwater had so many ideas now that he met Butterfly that it seemed crazy. He couldn't tell Craze-zo, but he kept his youngster in suspense by telling him of how he'd be living, traveling, and doing it real big.
Butterfly and Buffy were also walking on the track too, and Butterfly just needed Atwater to steal a minute away with her. She knew he was on the down-low, but damn, how down-low did he have to be? It was frustrating, and she had too many options to be tripping off him. But she knew better.
Buffy was even tripping. “He should have been gone to the bathroom.” He smacked his lips like always.
“He knows I'm here waiting for him. Every time he gets around that idiot, he acts like he don't know me,” Butterfly fussed. It was so unlike her to be so uptight all the time.
“I told you they're probably fucking, let me tell you.”
“I told you he ain’t gay,” Butterfly said, knowing that if she didn't look as much like a girl as she did, he wouldn't be fooling around with her either.
“Shut up, gurl. He ain’t all that.” He smacked once more. “Lazy Eyes looks better than him.”
“Shut up.”
Butterfly was furious when she was unsuccessful to meet with Atwater, and she had to take a walk of shame back to the unit. She fumed and fussed the whole way back to the unit, while driving Buffy crazy.
She couldn't wait till they called pill line, and when Britney came back from work, she fussed and fumed some more.
Pill line was finally called and Atwater was at the automated machine. Butterfly walked as fast as she could to give him a piece of her mind.
When she walked up to him, she had a whiff of his cologne and she wasn't as mad as she'd been a second earlier.
“I'm so tired of you and your shadow. Y’all must have something going on I don't know about. You didn't even try to go to the bathroom earlier.”
“Chill out,” Atwater said. He liked that shit, but everything was difficult for him too. “At least say what's up first.”
“You know how I feel about you. I'm falling in love with you. You need to let me know how you feel.”
Atwater backed up from the machine, and Butterfly went up to the machine as if she was checking her account.
“I like you. What are you tripping about? Everything is going to smoothen out.”
“I ain’t trippin’. I just can't take having these feelings for you and being
completely ignored. It would be easy for me to fall deeply in love with you. You have stirred me up.” Butterfly kept tabbing the machine. But she couldn't stop thinking about the last time she had brought Atwater to his knees, in the velvet clutches of her gurgling throat. She smiled and faced him. “You tasted so good the last time.”
Atwater laughed. Damn—he was so fond of her. They started to walk off again toward the walkway.
“You mind if I write you a kite,” Butterfly asked.
“No, I'd like that.”
“I have to ask you something. When are you going to stop being scared and fuck me?”
Atwater couldn't believe that question. “Real soon,” he lied. “That's my word. I'm going to take my time with that ass.” Atwater eyed her ass mischievously.
“I’ma see you tomorrow,” Butterfly said. She could've skipped to pill line as good as she felt.
If Truth Be Told…
Atwater was in the band room listening to live musicians who played so good he thought he was at a concert. The guitarist plucked and strummed the guitar so skillfully that Atwater felt his neck hairs ruffled.
Outside the music room, it was nighttime, and the sky was filled with smoky clouds, and the trees from far off whipped freely in the wind.
Atwater could see Butterfly coming down the walkway, and he thought this would be a good chance to give her back her ID. Over the past few days he didn't know where the budding relationship would lead, but he felt that they would be life friends. She was tied to a lot of his plans for the future, and that's why he wasn't just fucking her. He wanted to develop her mind better, and he thought it was no better way than by seeming to be preoccupied with other things. For her to understand him, she had to understand that he handled business first, and pleasure was a product of success and not vice-versa.