by Edd McNair
“You put me down as an authorized user on your phone. So I called Cox and gave them the last four of your social, and they gave me your address, bill amount due, everything,” he’d said, never cracking a smile.
CHAPTER 13
That muthafucka crazy, she thought, getting out of her car. She had a serious look on her face as she approached the building.
When the door swung open, she stepped back and gazed into the eyes of the most handsome man she’d laid eyes on in a long time. He was like no guy she’d been with. He was mature, and his wide, jet-black beard was trimmed perfectly, laying on his dark brown skin. Her eyes gazed on his full lips, and bright eyes with long eyelashes.
He smiled, and she exhaled.
“You okay, baby?” he asked in a voice that actually soothed her.
“Yes, just beautiful. I don’t wanna box you,” she said with a smirk, throwing her hands up.
“No, we don’t want that,” he replied, looking into her cute, young-looking face that revealed some age, from the darkness around her eyes.
He took in her smooth, flawless caramel skin. Then his eyes glanced down to her large breasts that couldn’t be hidden behind those arms. He looked down at the short, little, fat girl and was amazed at how beautiful she was.
“My name is Andre Brooks.” He smiled, showing his shining white teeth.
“You said that like you’re important.” She smirked.
“I am, baby. You better Google that shit.”
“Alecia,” she said, sticking her hand out.
“Nice to meet you. What do you like to do?”
Andre’s question caught her off guard, but she bounced back quickly. “Bowling, Jillian’s, walk the beach, whatever. Long as I ain’t bored.”
“I’ll take you bowling, to Jillian’s, the beach, if you go to a party with me on Saturday.”
“Where? Is it a dressy occasion?”
“Semi-formal. So, what time am I picking you up tonight?”
“What time am I meeting you?”
“No. What time am I picking you up, like the lady you are, for our date this evening?” he asked with no smile, showing his seriousness while staring her down.
“Six thirty. I got to work. Can’t stay out late.”
“I’ll call you when I’m on my way and get the address.”
Andre handed her his BlackBerry Curve, and she put in her number and handed it back to him. Then he pressed send, and her phone rang.
“Lock me in, so you’ll know who’s calling and always pick up.”
Alecia walked into the building as he held the door.
Andre walked away knowing he was a winner. He’d always liked thick girls and pretty girls, and now he had the best of both worlds.
Joy walked in her house and went straight to the shower. It was the first time in a minute that someone was taking her on a real date, and she wanted to know for sure he was really coming. Dudes these days were coming at her all kinds of ways, but she didn’t care. This evening, whether he showed up or not, once she was dressed, she was going somewhere.
When 6:15 rolled around, she began to worry. She was starting to think he had stood her up. But then her phone rang. It was Andre. She gave him directions, and he was there fifteen minutes later. Next time he called, he was out front.
She came out wearing her short, fitting, army-green knit skirt with a beige button-down top that came down past her waist, camouflaging her stomach, with the four-inch heels, which made her seem taller. And every step made the big, beautiful, black woman look so graceful and so stunning.
As she gave the handsome man sitting in the new platinum Buick LaCrosse a wide smile, he jumped out the car and opened her door.
“Thank you.” She respected Andre for being a gentleman.
“You look stunning, darling,” he said, looking at her and her beautiful smile.
“So what’s the plan?”
“Well, we going to Granby Street Lounge downtown where one of my boys playing tonight,” he said, pulling off.
“He’s in a band?”
“Yes, he plays the bass.”
“Thought we were going bowling?”
Andre smiled. “I don’t think that was your plan, not dressed like that. It’s either the lounge, restaurant, or a movie.”
Alecia didn’t respond. Dressed in the fly shit, she wanted to make an impression, not knowing she already did.
They arrived at The Time, and the band had already set up. Andre’s friend came and greeted him, and showed him the table he had reserved. They sat down, and a bottle of wine was brought to the table.
Andre took the initiative and poured their glasses. She didn’t care for wine, but she never said anything or showed it. She sipped and sat like a lady as the five-man band played easy-listening jazz that had her body and head moving slowly and falling into a trance, making for a romantic evening.
Andre talked softly, his arm resting on the back of her chair, and as the wine disappeared and the music played, she slid closer, until she almost rested in his arms.
The evening was beautiful. When they pulled back up at her house, there was about thirty young’uns hanging on East Hastings. Amongst the crowd was her son Juan.
“You don’t have to walk me to the door,” she said.
Andre ignored her. He got out the car and opened her door, stuck his hand out and helped her out the car, then walked her up to her door.
“You left here happy and with a smile, and I returned you the same way, I hope, a little happier and with a better feeling.”
“A great feeling. You made me feel like a lady. And I would like to thank you for a beautiful evening,” she said with a smile. “Can I ask you something?” she asked.
“Yes, anything.”
“Do you have kids?”
“Yes, three.”
“Are you married? These are questions I had all night, but it was never the right time.”
“I did that on purpose, Alecia,” he said, looking at her. “I wanted the evening to be relaxing. Two people who just met enjoying each other’s company without stress, just out for a nice time, with no wonders or attitudes. And it worked for the most part. No, I’m not married.”
“And how old are you?”
“Forty,” he said proudly. “And you?”
“Thirty-three,” she said. “Damn! You look good. I was thinking thirty-five at the most.”
“Thank you. I was giving you thirty, but it didn’t matter. I been feeling you since I almost knocked you out.” He laughed.
“You not a married woman with kids, are you?”
“No, I’m a divorced woman with two kids,” she said smiling. “That’s my son over there with his pants hanging off his ass.”
“Which one?” he asked as they shared a laugh.
“I enjoyed your company tonight, Alecia.”
“And I really enjoyed yours, Andre. I’m impressed.”
“So tomorrow six thirty, bowling attire.”
“No doubt. See you at six thirty. Guess you’ll be calling when you pull up.”
Andre leaned in, hugged her, and kissed her cheek. “Tomorrow,” he said, allowing his warm breath to hit her cheek.
Alecia got another whiff of his Curve cologne that had her not minding at all when he eased close to her in the lounge, to support her body.
She walked inside feeling like she was on cloud nine. So turned-on, she went upstairs and pulled out her short, sexy, black nightie with the spaghetti straps. She stripped naked and allowed the piece of silk to slide down on her body, climbed in her bed with phone in hand, and returned Minke’s call.
He had a lot to say, questioning her about not answering her phone, verbally abusing her as always, and making threats. Usually it would hurt her to tears. And tonight it hurt her as always, but she couldn’t cry. When Minke slammed the phone down, she thought about the days that he loved and respected her. Now she didn’t know what he wanted.
She lay back, hurt at the words that ca
me out of Minke’s mouth, and frustrated because she’d allowed it. She shook her head, staring at her phone, and dialed Omari.
CHAPTER 14
“Yes, Andre, yes,” Alecia whispered in his ear as he slowly slid inside her.
He’d been eating her for the last half hour, and she came after fifteen minutes. But he never stopped, even after she tried to push his head away.
Andre gripped her legs and buried his face in her womanhood and slurped up every drop of cum she had to give. And now he was trying to fit his huge dick inside of her with no condom.
She took deep breaths with every inch that eased inside of her. When he was in as far as any man had been, she exhaled, only to inhale as more dick kept coming. Not to mention, he was so thick, her walls were being stretched, sending sensations of pleasure through her body. She opened her mouth, trying to breathe, slowly shaking her head, not believing he had a real magic stick. Once he was finally in, he began to throw it like he was a real fucksman.
Alecia spread her legs wide as possible, trying to receive all the pleasure he had to give as he pounded harder. The pain turned to pleasure, and then he let out a loud grunt. His eyes closed, and his mouth fell open as his body began to shake, and drool dripped from his mouth onto her chest. He stayed in his push-up position and slid back slowly, pulling his dick out of her.
As she slowly caught her breath, she watched him walk into the bathroom and get a rag to wipe himself. She stared at his 11-inch dick that was so thick, it was surreal. She wanted him back inside of her. He brought her a rag, and she wiped off. Then he climbed in and wrapped his arms around her, making her feel loved and appreciated.
“You okay, baby?” She was hoping he was like Omari, Minke, or Booby, who had to get at least two nuts before even thinking about stopping.
“Yes. Wonderful, Alecia. I’m truly feeling you.” He smiled. “I couldn’t feel better. And are you okay?”
“Yes, you’re the perfect man,” she blurted out. But, yo’ ass need to finish, she thought.
They had come back to his house after the party, feeling nice. Soon as they were in the door, he was on her. She didn’t usually kiss dudes, but he was so fine and had been so sweet, she decided to give him whatever he wanted. So when he threw his tongue in her mouth, she opened it, and they went at it. To her surprise, it felt good.
They relaxed on his brown leather loveseat, as his hands reached down and untied the black wrap dress, allowing it to fall open, exposing the black panties and bra. He reached behind her and undid her bra, lifting it and watching her huge, pretty breasts drop. He took hold of them with both hands like a young boy overjoyed with two new toys.
As he sucked and licked her nipples, she stared at him, not feeling a thing. But knowing every man’s desire was to put them in their mouth and suck, she let him. It would be fifteen minutes before he would come up for air. She relaxed, not moved at all, until he reached between her legs and threw his middle finger inside her then his index finger and dug roughly. Then her juices began to flow.
Andre jumped up and pulled her to his room, laying her down, pulling off her panties, and burying his head into her musty pussy.
They had danced all night, and she knew she would’ve usually wiped herself fresh. But he took charge, and if he didn’t mind, then who was she to say anything.
She opened her legs and allowed him to do his job, while she rubbed his head and enjoyed him. She felt herself about to cum, hoping he would stop and make love to her, but he didn’t. He allowed her to cum until she was drained.
She was done, not wanting to be touched, but he tightened his grip and continued. This, she didn’t like, but after a few minutes, it was feeling good again.
Her body began to react when he removed his clothes and climbed on top of her. For two minutes, he made her feel, and gave her, something she’d never felt, and then filled her with cum.
As she lay with his arms wrapped around her and his hand resting on her breast, she was wide awake, but he was sleeping. She was hoping that big snake resting in her ass-crack would rise up and ease up in her, but it didn’t happen.
That’s when she realized, because a man knows how to eat pussy and got a big dick, that don’t make him a good lover. But the way he had taken her out to the lounge one night, bowling the next, Jillian’s the day after that, walks along the Chesapeake Bay, and dinner every night, that kept her wanting him more and more.
On top of that, he respected her and treated her like a woman that he wanted in his life, and as long as he kept coming like that, she was gonna be there like his woman, giving him whatever he wanted.
The next morning she woke to his snake trying to rise between her legs. She smiled and lifted her leg, giving him an open invitation, and he slowly eased in. Once he was enveloped in her sweetness, she put her leg down and stuck her ass out and looked at the clock beside his bed. It was 7:59. She closed her eyes and enjoyed her body being slammed in and out of, as delight took over. Then she heard him moan.
Andre lay still as she kept pushing back, trying to reach her orgasm, but it was no use. He was soft, and with her wetness and all the cum he put inside of her, it slid out. Frustrated, she looked at the clock again—8:01.
When he got up and went to the bathroom, she grabbed her phone. Eight missed calls, one from Kim, two from Omari, and five from Minke.
Damn! she thought. She was gonna have to go through with this nigga. She got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. “I got to go to church this morning. I need to get ready to go, okay,” she told him.
“No problem, baby,” he said, getting out her way and throwing on something.
CHAPTER 15
All the way home she prayed nobody was outside her house, and her prayers were answered. She walked inside, and before she could call anybody, her phone rang. It was Minke.
She went and lay down and answered as if she was waking up. “Hello,” she said groggily.
“Where the fuck you were last night, Alecia?” Minke yelled.
“Went out for some drinks,” she said, still acting as if she was ’sleep.
“Yeah, right! You on some bullshit. What time you get home?” he demanded to know.
She saw he had called between one and 2:30. “About three. Kim dropped me about three something,” she said, in case he’d come by.
“I needed you last night, and you left me hanging,” he said, playing on her emotions. He knew she was lying because he was at her house ’til six. Then he had to ride to D.C. with one of his boys on some money shit.
“I’m fucked up in D.C. I needed you last night, and you were nowhere. Yo, I need you to come get me. I’ll give you five hundred. Come get me,” he said seriously.
He wanted her to come to D.C., and he was going to confront her again. And if she lied, he was gonna leave her ass in D.C. for the peoples to find her.
“Okay,” she said, wanting money, and forgetting she was supposed to be faking sleep.
He caught it and told her to come on, and she put on her slippers and left out, headed to D.C.
When she got there, he guided her to the hotel in Northwest Washington. He felt like he wanted to fuck her once more before he strangled her ass, so he acted real sweet, as if he was thankful she’d come. He went downstairs and got some roses.
When she arrived, he had roses on the floor and bed. She smiled on the outside, while feeling real funny inside.
Minke hugged her tight. Knowing she couldn’t tell him no, he lied, saying how much he missed and wanted her, as he opened the same dress Andre did, and took off the same bra and panties, laid her back, and threw his dick in her.
Alecia looked at the clock as he began pumping in and out of her. It was 1:45. She closed her eyes and allowed him to finish what Andre couldn’t. She came two times in the twenty minutes Minke made love to her.
Then he jumped up and walked in the bathroom to wipe himself off and came back and wiped her. Before she could close her legs, he was back inside her, pumping again.
Before, he could see the expression on her face that told him she enjoyed him making love, but this time, minutes before he came, he could see her dying out. He wasn’t inside her two minutes, and he could see her pressing her lips together and twitching because she was done, so he pumped harder.
Five minutes later, he could see the agony he was causing her. Her pussy was getting dry, and he was still forcing it, causing the look of pain to spread all across her face. So he fucked harder, to make himself cum, which lasted more than five minutes.
She was so happy when he came, she put down her legs and sighed relief.
Minke smiled inside. He knew she had fucked somebody else and was lying to him. He wanted her to feel his pain. This was her punishment. He collapsed behind her, just like Andre did, and held her in his arms.
“God! That was wonderful. I love you,” he said, not lying, though he hated her at that point in time.
“I love you too, Minke,” she responded, not lying, but not wanting what he was offering at that time, except for that five hundred dollars.
He held her tight as if he didn’t ever want to let her go. While his dick rested in the crack of her ass, and he was waiting to get hard again, he was thinking about some of the nastiest shit he could, to show her that she can’t fuck two.
Alecia lay there in pain from him banging her pussy till it was dry. It felt sore and irritated. She prayed he wouldn’t get hard again.
When she felt his dick stiffening between her legs, she tried to get up, but he pulled her close, pushed her over on her stomach, and slid back in, pumping like a mad man.
He felt her squirming to get away, but he wouldn’t let up.
“It’s hurting, Minke. I don’t want to do it no more.”
“Girl, I’m about to cum. Give me a sec, baby. I been missing you. You got me like this.” He flipped her over, so he could see the discomfort and agony on her face. It worked. The more hurt he saw, the harder he got.
Five minutes later, when the cum he’d let out dried up, he looked down at her and could clearly see the torture he was putting her through. And as a tear dropped from the corner of her eye, he grabbed her legs, threw them up almost behind her head, pressing her stomach into her breasts, knowing it was hard for her to breathe or move.