"Zoey, it's now or never. There is a reason that you're here and he's here. This was meant to be. So move your chicken shit ass and get in the damn truck." She scolded.
Carefully she opened the rear driver's side back door. Paul did not stir a muscle. She gently tied Queen's scarf around his eyes just as he began to stir.
"What the fuck?" He said as he realized what was going on.
The scent of Queen's perfume on her scarf instantly brought a broad grin over his handsome face. "Queen, is that you, with your kinky ass self?"
Zoey, placed one finger over his mouth as to say, "Hush, be quite."
Paul asked no more questions as Zoey climbed in the truck and shut the door. He was convinced that it was Queen. “Oh this is going to be good.”
Zoey instantly unbuckled his jeans and fished his junk out of his trunks. Without hesitation she popped his dick in her mouth and sucked it deep into her throat. Surprised, Paul moaned and groaned as she continued to deep throat his penis with absolutely no gag.
"What the fuck? Do that shit girl." He encouraged.
Zoey said not a word as she continued to lick the stalk, suck the balls and deep throat Paul's manhood like a professional hoe.
"Queen, slow up you're going to make me come too quick," He confessed as he reached for Zoey's ass.
Zoey quickly grabbed his hands before he could touch her and pinned them to his side. Paul got the message that he was suppose to be submissive and not touch her. She continued to slowly and gently stroke him as she placed a condom on his penis. She took a big risk assuming that they used condoms, but knowing Queen it was a given. Paul did not protest so the gamble paid off.
“Ah fuck this shit feels good. I’m about to fucking explode! Queen, I love you. I swear to God I do. You're the best woman I've ever..."
Zoey hushes him again with her finger as she straddles him and guides him in. she instantly goes to work, riding Paul like he was a stallion in the Kentucky Derby. She had waited a very long time for this and she was determined to enjoy every millisecond of it.
Holding her hand over her mouth and tightly pinching her lips together, to prevent the sounds of her moans from escaping, Zoey enjoyed the fruits of her hard work. She knew in order to keep up the illusion of being Queen she had to remain quiet and prevent him from grabbing her. So she grabbed his wrist tight and bounced on his pole like it was the last hard dick on the planet. Aroused, Paul matched her stroke by stroke and in a matter of minutes they both were quickly reaching an orgasmic explosion.
Now, unbeknown to either one of them Paul's cell phone which was in his pants pocket had accidentally been activated to call the last number dialed. It dialed Queen's phone. Queen who was still in her lab class was unable to answer the phone so it went to her voicemail. From this moment on Zoey and Paul were caught on tape.
As Zoey came closer and closer to an orgasm of gigantic proportion she was unable to stifle her sounds of pleasure, which was in fact okay because Paul was making quite a lot of noise of his own. Without much warning the rhythm and depth of Paul's stroke increased.
"Queen I can't hold it any more. Fuck! I'm coming." He moaned. "I'm coming!"
Zoey screamed in pleasure as she feverishly rubbed her clitoris and quickened her pace in an effort to come with him. She succeeded. The two came hard together and Zoey collapsed on Paul's chest. She didn't know or even care what Paul would say when he took his blindfold off and discovered that she was not Queen. She lay in his arms and enjoyed the afterglow.
That was until Paul's big hands reached up to squeeze her ass. Instantly he knew that something was wrong. Zoey's ass was much flatter and smaller than Queen's. Dazed and confused he groped around desperately looking for the rest of Queen's voluptuous ass.
"What the fuck?" He asked as he immediately snatched the blindfold off and threw it on the floor near where Zoey had dropped Queen's car keys.
"Paul, I can explain." Zoey said as she sat up to face him.
"Zoey, what the fuck are you doing? What the fuck? Get the fuck off of me!" He screamed.
"It's okay. I won't tell Queen what we did."
Paul quickly interrupted. "Oh fuck! Queen! I fuckin thought that you were Queen! Get the fuck off of me and get the fuck out of my truck before she comes!"
"Paul I..."
"Get the fuck out of here Zoey! I'm serious!" Paul yelled as he attempted to push Zoey off of him.
"Paul I'm sorry. I just wanted to make love to you... Please don't be mad." Zoey said as she became emotional and began to cry.
Paul softened as he looked at his watch and concluded that he had a little time before Queen came out. "Zoey, stop crying. Look I didn't mean to yell, but I can't get caught here with you. I'm in love with Queen and she will fucking freak if she finds you here."
"I know but I..." She stuttered.
"Zoey, you got to go. Queen will be here in a few minutes. We can resolve this later. Fuck I don't know how I'm going to tell her this shit! Fuck!"
"Well what about us?"
"Zoey, listen to me. There is no fucking us! Queen will be here any minute. And trust me you don’t want to be here ..."
CHAPTER 20
Queen finished her lab assignment twenty minutes early. She was tired and hungry and just wanted to get home to relax after an extremely long day. "Thank God that was an easy lab assignment. I can't wait to get home and chill the fuck out." She grumbled as she made her way across the parking lot.
As she approached the truck she hunted in her purse for her keys to no avail. "Where the hell are my keys. I know that they were in here. Shit! Don't tell me I lost my damn keys."
Queen knew that Paul would be waiting in the truck, so she quickly abandoned her search for her keys. Without thought, Queen tried the handle of the passenger side truck door and to her surprise the door opened.
Totally unaware that Paul was not alone, Queen tried to wake him. "Wake up baby it's time to go. Have you seen my truck keys? I think I might her lost them somewhere."
Paul's heart stopped. Somehow he managed to speak as he desperately tried to fasten his pants. "Queen I can explain."
"Explain what?" Queen who had not even looked in the back seat looked back at him to find Zoey naked from the waist down, with her dress around her waist kneeling between Paul's legs. Paul quickly adjusted his pants before jumping out of the truck.
"What the fuck? Oh my God!" Queen streamed as she backed away from the truck in total shock.
"Queen I can explain." Paul repeated as he cautiously attempted to approach her.
"You can what? What the fuck were you two doing?" She yelled.
"Baby it's not what it looks like."
"Fuck you! How fucking could you?" Queen screamed.
Zoey said not a word. She calmly smoothed her dress over her hips, wiped her lips and slithered out of the truck, like the nasty ass snake she was. She stood back and watched as Queen unraveled.
"Queen please let me explain." Paul said as he continued to draw near her.
Queen who was crying by now, screamed, "Stay the fuck away from me. Oh shit! What the fuck? FUCK! Why the fuck would you do that? I fuck you every night!"
Paul stopped in his tracks and watched as Queen pulled out her phone and made a call. "Queen, please. Let me talk to you. Baby, who are you calling? Let me talk to you."
Queen frantically wiped tears as she tried to ignore Paul's pleas and Zoey's smirks. "Hey, where are you?" She asked as she fought back tears and waited for a response from the person on the line. "I'm in a lot of trouble can you please come get me? I'll meet you in front of Douglas Hall. Please hurry, because I don't want to go jail."
Queen begin to walk towards Douglas Hall as she listened to the person on the phone plead with her to tell them what was wrong. "This fucker cheated on me with Zoey. I caught them in the truck together. Please just hurry, before I fuck both of them up!"
Paul ran up and grabbed her. She punched and kicked him as she pulled away with all her might screaming
, "Don't fucking touch me! Get the fuck off of me before I kill you! Get off of me! I'm not playing, Paul. You cheating bastard! Let me go!"
Paul ignored her screams as he attempted to hold her in his arms until she calmed down. He didn't know what to say so he said nothing as he unsuccessfully tried to control her flailing limbs which were determined to punch and kick him as hard as they could.
"Let me go Paul. Just fucking let me go. Why the fuck are you doing this to me? If you want to be with Zoey, then just go to her, but leave me the fuck alone. Get the fuck off of me! Just get off me and let me go!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Queen I love. I swear to God, I love you. Please just..."
"Fuck you! Get the fuck off of me! Somebody please, help me. Make him let me go!" She cried. Unable to break free from his embrace, Queen sobbed like a wounded animal. Her emotions continued to cycle between anger, hurt and frustration as Paul held her tight trying to convince her that he loved her.
By now a crowd had begun to form. Most of the students were unwilling to get involved. Many of the men who had figured out what was going on simply urged him to let her go. Naturally, the women called campus security, but who knew when they'd come. Nobody physically challenged Paul to make him let Queen go. So, he continued to cradle her in his arms against her will.
Paul who assumed Queen had called Jade was horrified when he saw Logic's BMW speed around the corner and come to a screeching halt. "Fuck!" he thought as he realized that Queen had called her ex-boyfriend to pick her up. "Fuck!"
"Get the fuck off of her! Queen, come on. Let her go Paul!" He demanded.
"Logic, this doesn't concern you. This is between me and Queen."
"Paul, I didn't come here to argue, debate, or to fight. I came to get Queen. She doesn't want to talk to you. She just wants to leave right now. So, just fuckin let her go.”
“You can forget it if you think Queen’s going anywhere with you. Leave us alone. I got this.”
Queen continues to struggle against Paul’s tight embrace. “Logic please… Make him let me go!” She begged, sobbing as if she had been mortally wounded.
“Let her go right now! If not I swear I will unload some hot shit in your big ass right where you fuckin stand." Logic declared as he lifted his shirt so that Paul could see the nine millimeter gun in his waistband."
"Fuck it! If that's what it's got to be then that's what it's got to be. I have to talk to her and I'm not going to let her go until she listens to what I have to say. So do what you fucking got to do, Logic."
"Look Paul, you need to back the fuck down. Don't do this and please don’t make me do this.” Logic voice becomes emotional. “Look man, just let her go. You can talk to her later when shit calms down. But right now leave her alone and turn her a loose. I don't want to fuckin do this, but I'm not going to stand here and let you hurt her." Logic pleaded as he places his hand on the gun in his waistband.
"Logic, you don't understand. I swear to God, I didn't do anything. I thought she was Queen and..." Paul tried to explain.
His eyes were filled with tears, and his voice cracked as he choked back the tears that would inevitably fall. Logic knew that there was more to the story than meets the eyes. He caught a quick glimpse of the smug Zoey who continued to watch in silence as Paul broke down.
"Come on man. Let Queen go. Look, I'll call you and we'll talk about it. I swear to God we will. Just let her go. Come on. You can trust me. You have my word." Logic reasoned. His tone softened as he saw that Paul was as devastated as Queen.
If anyone could understand and sympathize with what Paul was feeling it would be Logic. After all, he had been there and done that. Even though Logic didn't get caught in the act he knew exactly what Paul was going through. Logic was well aware that losing Queen over screwing a chicken head was like accidentally flushing a ten carat diamond down the toilet. Chances are you'd never get either back.
"Queen, I'm sorry. Please forgive me." Paul quietly begged as he released her. "Baby just talk to me. We can fix this."
Queen immediately turned on him. "Fuck you! You cheating mother fucker! Don't fucking ever touch me again!" She screamed as she slapped his face as hard as she could and defied him to retaliate.
Paul didn't move or say a word. He simply lifted his head high and squared his shoulders and took it like a man. Without warning the tears started to freely flow down his face as he saw the woman that he loved in so much pain.
Logic quickly grabbed her and hugged her tight. "Queen don't…. Come on let's go. We have to get out of here before the cops come. I'm carrying." He whispered in her ear as he gently kissed her wet face. “Let’s go he pleaded as he pulled her away to the car.”
Queen could not take her eyes off of Paul. She knew he was hurt because she could see the tears running down his face, but she was too angry to give a damn how he felt. As she got in the car she saw Zoey still standing there.
"Just say one fucking word bitch, so that I can snap your scrawny little chicken head neck like a fucking twig. You fugly fucking nasty cunt," Queen yelled.
But Zoey said nothing. In fact she casually looked away. She knew better than to taunt Queen. She wasn't prepared to face Paul let alone Queen. She had no idea that they would be caught in the act. Her plan had backfired and exploded in her face.
CHAPTER 21
Paul arrived home in an absolute rage. He slam the door so hard it cracked the glass in one of the door panels. He threw his truck keys across the room into a wall mirror shattering it as he caught the unflattering image of himself. "Fuck! I can't believe this mother fucking shit!" He screamed. “What the fuck was on my mine?”
Teddy heard the ruckus and ran downstairs to see what was going on. "What the fuck? Paul, what the fuck's going on?" He asked.
Paul said not a word as he stormed over to the bar and poured himself a double shot of Jack Daniels which he quickly downed and immediately poured another.
"What the fuck's up with you? You don't even drink. Give me this." Teddy said as he snatched the bottle from Paul's hand. "And where's Queen?"
"Probably fucking Logic about now if I had to guess." Paul sarcastically responded as he attempted to snatch the bottle of Jack from Teddy.
"Fucking Logic? What the fuck is going on?" Teddy demanded.
"Queen caught me in the truck with Zoey and she left me."
"Caught you doing what with Zoey in the truck?"
"I fucked Zoey and Queen caught us together."
"You fucked Zoey? What the fuck is up with that?"
"No, it's more like Zoey fucked me. I'm so fucking mad at her I could... Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I can't fucking believed this shit happened to me!"
"Okay start from the beginning cause I don't have a clue what the fuck is going on."
"I was asleep in the back of the truck waiting for Queen. Somehow, Zoey got in the truck..."
"The doors were unlocked?" Teddy interrupted.
"No! You know me better than that. I don't know how the fuck she got in there. Anyway she got in and blindfolded me with a scarf...."
"What? You didn't wake up?"
"Not until after she blindfolded me."
"She blindfolded your ass?"
"Yes! Will you please just let me finish?"
"Go ahead. I'm just trying to get this shit straight, because right now it don't make sense."
"So she blindfolded me undid my pants and started deep throating me. Then she climbed on me and fucked me. After we were finished I reached up to grab her ass and that's when I realized it wasn't Queen."
Teddy raised his hand excited like a student with the right answer asking for permission to speak. "Pick me! Pick me! Please pick me!" He pleaded as he mimicked an excited child.
Paul rolled his eyes. "Go ahead."
"Bullshit! Bull fucking shit! How the fuck didn't you know she wasn't Queen?"
"Nigga I said I was blindfolded."
"Mother fucka I don't care if I was as blind as Ray Charles. I can tell the di
fference between Zoey and Queen. Hell, I could be in a fucking coma and still tell the difference."
"How? Just tell me how?"
"First off they wear different perfumes so they smell different."
"The scarf smelled just like Queen's perfume."
"Second, Zoey has half the ass and a third of the tits that Queen has. How the hell couldn't you feel the difference?"
"She held my wrist down. She wouldn't let me touch her."
"Third, you say she straddled you and fucked you, right?"
"Yeah."
"So, not even stating the obvious that no two pussies feel or taste the same. There's a weight difference."
"Nigga I said she deep throated me. Do you fucking really think that I was concentrating on subtle details after that."
"That girl can suck a fucking dick. She has absolutely no gag reflex at all. Trust me I tested that shit out several times." Teddy laughed.
"Please don't tell me you fucked that girl."
"I hit that shit last year for a minute. I mean she wasn't my girl and shit. It was just a fuck thing. I thought I told you about that."
"No you didn't. Not that I even give a fuck, because I have absolutely no intention of ever fucking Zoey again."
"So, you know I got to ask. You know I got to ask…"
"I knew it was coming."
"You knew it was. So, was it good? Did you break it off in her?"
"Yeah, when I thought it was Queen. When I realized it was Zoey… Oh Fuck! I fuckin just want to vomit."
"Man the shit couldn't have been that bad."
"I didn't say it was. She's just not Queen. And she fucked up everything for me with Queen."
"So what did Queen say when you told her what happened.?"
"I didn't get a chance to tell Queen shit. She freaked the fuck out. Then she got on the phone and called Logic, of all the mother fuckers on the planet. The whole time I was trying to talk to her, she was trying to kick my ass..."
"Did she catch you with a shot?" Teddy laughed.
"No, she caught me with about ten. My fucking shins are sore as hell from her kicking me trying to get free. Then Logic rolls up, packing. He threatened to smoke my ass if I didn't let her go."
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