His Choice, Her Decision

by Williams, D. C.

  “It better be you going to brunch with Brian and not doing brunch. Otherwise, Brian is a dead man!” She’s giggling into the phone.

  “Aiden, you are so comical at times!”

  “Well, I aim to please you. What about we get together later today? You’re leaving on Friday and I really want to spend some time with you before your trip.” She’d better say yes. Brunch is only an hour or two.

  “What time?”

  “Why do I need to give you a time?” How long is she planning to be with this bastard? Calm down Aiden. Don’t say anything crazy.

  “Do you think my entire day revolves around you?”

  “It should!” There’s that attitude in her voice again – all abrasive and shit. Calm down Aiden. If I keep chanting this in my head, maybe it will work.

  “Well, it doesn’t. What time would you like to get together?”

  Clinching my teeth together to keep from going off on her ass, I say, “three o’clock at my house.” Maybe if I get her on my territory I can have more control.

  “Three o’clock? How do you know I’ll be available at three?”

  What? “How long does it take to have brunch?” She’s pissing me off! Meet the fucker at noon, eat, be done by two and get your ass home is what I want to say. “Babe, what time do you want to meet? At my house though, I quickly interject.”

  “Three will work.”

  Ugh! This woman is lucky, damn lucky that I love her ass! As calm as I can manage to say without screaming at her, “enjoy your brunch, I’ll see you at three.”

  “Love you, bye.”

  Hanging up the phone, I notice that it’s almost ten o’clock so I need to get going before I’m late. Grabbing my keys, I head out to meet the guys.

  Arriving at the gym, Sebastian’s getting out of his car. Noticing me, he waves.

  “Hey man, glad you could make it today.”

  “Yeah, me too. Dealing with Sharon’s attitude lately is driving me insane. I’ve got lots of steam to blow off. What better place to do it than on the court, right?”

  Giving each other fist bumps, “right!”

  Heading into the gym, Kevin and Joshua, friends of ours who play professional basketball, are waiting for us. We normally play two on two with each basket counting as one point. The team first to score fifteen points wins. Today, we’re doing the best two out of three.

  Walking onto the court, Sebastian takes his stance at the three point line to see who gets the ball first. He makes the shot. Inbounding the ball to me, I drive past Joshua to score. I do this several times and I feel good. This is just the intensity I need to relieve all this built up frustration.

  Sebastian is yelling at me, “man you want to pass the damn ball? We are teammates!”

  “Sorry man.” Passing the ball to Sebastian, we are running down the court. Kevin is playing some serious defense. Sebastian tries to make a shot that is blocked by Joshua. Sebastian recovers the ball and is passing it to me. I drive to the hole and slam dunk on Kevin. Wow! I’ve never dunked on Kevin before. This is a crazy thought, but I need to get frustrated with Sharon more often.

  “What the hell are you smiling about? You dunk the ball and forget that the game is still going on?” Sebastian is pissed at me. Kevin, in his always cocky demeanor, is taunting us because yet again, they’ve won.

  “Why are you so upset Sebastian? These guys are professionals. At least we won one game.” Sebastian is such a sore loser. He refuses to play against me with one of them because for some strange reason, he thinks he’s as good if not better than they are. He’s my best friend so I just go along with him.

  Sitting on the bleachers to take a breather before heading home, I wave at Kevin and Joshua who are both leaving the gym. It will be a while before we are able to get together again to play since Kevin is throwing in his bachelor card to get married in two weeks to his high school sweetheart. My mind turns to Sharon. I love her so much but am I ready to make that move? She’s everything to me and yet, I don’t know if I’m ready to give up my freedom. “Sebastian, were you really ready to marry Camille when you asked her?”

  “Man, I knew the moment I met Camille at that club that she was the one.”

  Rolling my eyes towards the ceiling, “is it because you slept with her on the first night and she rocked your world?”

  “Watch your mouth talking about my wife like she’s some whore. Yes, I knew she was the one and I still think that she is. If you had any sense, you would put a ring on Sharon’s finger before Brian does.”

  “Before Brian does? What in the hell are you talking about?” I knew I should be watching that sneaky ass bastard.

  “Man, are you blind? How can you let your woman spend so much time with another man? Just a friend my ass!” Raising his brows, “I tell you what, Camille only spends that much time with me.”

  “So you’re telling me that Camille has never been this close to Brian?”

  “They are friends, good friends. But even Camille has commented that Sharon and Brian are always together. They see each other every Sunday. You don’t find anything wrong with that?”

  “I can’t stand that sneaky bastard!” Balling my fist while thinking of that smug ass smirk he always gives me. “Is he still dating that girl, Veronica?”

  “I don’t know. But what I do know is this, you keep messing up and he’s the one she keeps turning to. Something is bound to happen. I’m telling you this as a friend. Remember, she and my wife are like sisters, they talk. You really need to get your shit together.”

  Looking down at the floor while listening to Sebastian, I know he’s right. “Well, I better go. Sharon’s coming over this afternoon.”

  “Alright man.” Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything to Aiden about Sharon and Brian. Camille would kill me if she knew. Oh well, he’s my boy and besides I didn’t tell him everything that I’ve heard, just enough to get him thinking. Looking back at him, he’s got that puzzled look on his face – mission accomplished. “Hey Aiden”, I yell while leaning to get into my car, “just pay closer attention to what you have, not what you can get.” With those words of wisdom, I’m out.

  Chapter Seventeen

  “Pay closer attention to what you have, not what you can get.” I can’t get those words out of my head. Sitting on the sofa in the den with my eyes closed, I need to make a decision concerning our relationship – I definitely don’t want to lose her to anyone else, especially not Brian. Hell, maybe Brian is a dog himself. He’s always with a different girl – does Sharon not see that? Yeah, she sees it. Now that I think about it, I’m just like those girls. We allow their friendship to have precedence over our relationship. It works for Sharon because I’m always away working or doing my own thing. That’s it! Taking a deep breath I realize that I’ve got to make a change. Am I ready to make a change? So deep in thought, I barely hear the doorbell ringing. Shit, it’s just before three.

  Making my way to the door, I open it. “Hey, why didn’t you use your key?”

  Entering the house, “I figured since I didn’t give you a key that I shouldn’t take such liberty with the one you’ve given me.”

  Looking at her, she’s wearing short, and I do mean short, blue jean shorts and some type of loose fitting halter top that ties at the neck with the hem just past the pockets of her short, shorts. “Did you wear that to brunch?”

  “Yes. What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” I hope he’s not trying to start an argument with me. Walking past him to enter the house, “why are you staring at me like that?”

  Cause your half ass naked! “I’m not staring at you. Well, actually I am, don’t you think those shorts are a little too short?” I can’t keep the sarcasm out of my voice. She knows damn well that she shouldn’t be wearing shit like this out in public.

  “No, I don’t think they’re too short. I wear shorts like this all the time, even when I’m with you!”

  Damn, her hips look kinda wide. Must be the shorts. “Did you wear those sho
rt ass shorts to brunch?” Here we go, she’s rolling her eyes as she walks past me going into the den. Her ass is curvier too. Should I ask her if she’s gained weight? No I would have noticed that. Her hips didn’t look like this last night, did they?

  “Stop staring at me like that! What is it?”

  “Did you wear that to brunch?”

  “Yes Aiden, I wore this outfit to brunch.” He is pissing me off! And why is he staring at me like this?

  “So Brian got to see what belongs to me?” I should not have said that. She is fuming. Here it comes. She’s got her hands on her hips.

  “What are you talking about, what belongs to you? You can’t see anything but my legs, the top of my shoulders and my feet. So what did he see?”

  Walking over, I kneel down in front of her. Taking my fingers, I place them at the hem of her shorts, which are just below what belongs to me, and I began my assessment. “See where this hem is,” looking up to make eye contact with her, “when you sit, they rise up.” Turning her around so that her butt is resting in my face, oh Lord, her butt is curvier, “when you walk, this hem rises up just below your butt.” Placing my hands on her front and her back, I rise to my feet and look at her. “These areas belong to me and are for my eyes only. Not Brian’s or anyone else. Understand?”

  “Aiden, you need help!”

  My hands still in place, “no, what I need is some of this.” There it is, that sly grin she gets when she’s horny. I wonder if she’s going to make the first move, not too often does she make the first move unless we’ve been drinking. As if reading my thoughts, she pushes me onto the sofa and straddles me. That’s what I’m talking about!

  Chapter Eighteen

  Aiden is really getting on my nerves right now. Actually, he’s been getting on my nerves a lot over the past two weeks. I didn’t enjoy brunch as much today because for some strange reason, I was horny as hell! When Aiden answered the door wearing only jeans, I almost jumped his bones right there in the foyer. But no, he’s arguing over what I’m wearing today.

  Straddling his thighs while he’s grinding into my center is driving me crazy! I very seldom take the initiative during sex but whatever is going on with my hormones is making me feel freaky. Sliding off his lap, I start to unbutton his jeans. I think Aiden’s eyes are going to pop out of his head! Pulling at his jeans and underwear, he lifts his hips to help. Grabbing his penis in my hand, I start to massage it like he’s shown me before. I hear his low groan as I take the tip of my tongue and circle his large head. Taking him into my mouth as deep as I can tolerate, I began to suck Snake like my life is on the line. Glancing up, his eyes are closed and his mouth is parted. I’m increasing my pace and he’s calling out my name between clinched teeth.

  “Ah shit babe, stop! I’m going to cum in your mouth if you don’t stop!” I can’t take any more. I’ve got to get inside of her now. Pushing her back, I’m pulling at her shorts and underwear. She must really be horny too because she’s helping me. Pulling her down onto the sofa, I feel like I’m going to burst if I don’t get inside of her soon. Looking into her eyes, I lie between her thighs and push forward feeling her to the hilt. “I love you so much.” She’s nodding, letting me know that she feels the same. I can’t seem to get enough of her. Grabbing her ass, which I know for a fact has gotten bigger, I’m rotating my pelvis in a circular motion, she loves when I do this. She’s squeezing the hell out of my dick. Shit, I don’t know how much longer I can last. Thrusting into her in hard, long strokes I feel her orgasm. Oh shit, I explode. Kissing her passionately, I love this woman!

  “Are you okay?”

  “Now I am, why?”

  “Normally you don’t go down on me unless I ask.”

  “Are you complaining?”

  Looking at her like she’s crazy, “hell no, did I sound like I was complaining?” I love it when she smiles at me.

  “No, you sounded like you were having a seizure.” Laughing out loud at what I just said and with him tickling me makes me happy. I hate arguing with Aiden. He acts like such a big baby at times, most of the time!

  “I don’t suppose you’re hungry are you?”

  “Not for food.” I say this nonchalantly. What in the hell is wrong with me. I have never been this horny before unless I’ve had too much to drink. My vagina is throbbing like mad.

  What the hell has gotten into her? First she gives me the best head that she’s ever given without being asked and now she wants more sex. “Sharon, wait.” She is pushing me onto my back and climbing on top of me. “Have you been drinking?” I didn’t taste alcohol on her breath when I kissed her.

  “No, I’m just horny now come on, I want more.”

  Sounding all breathy, she is so sexy. I’m instantly hard. Grabbing her hips, I push into her. She is tight. We are meeting each other thrust for thrust and she’s on top! She hates being on top. She is working the hell out of my cock. I feel the beginning of my orgasm. Turning her onto her back, I’m pounding the hell out of her. “You are mine Sharon, tell me that this belongs to me and no one else.”

  “Yeah, okay.”

  Pulling out so that only my tip remains, “if you want to have this orgasm, you better say what I just told you to say.”

  “Aiden, ugh, seriously move!”

  Pushing down to tease her, I pull out again with only my tip remaining. “No, not until you say what I want to hear. You flirt with a man in front of me like I don’t matter and then you hang out with Brian like he’s your man. This belongs to me and only me.”

  “Aiden, you already know.”

  Pushing down again, I feel her vagina tightening around my cock signaling her orgasm. I pull out again so that only the tip remains. “Say it.”

  “Ugh, shit. Fuck! This is yours Aiden, it belongs to you and no one else,” I scream.

  “You’re not just saying that to get what you want are you?”

  I am going to kick his ass when he gets up! “Yes, I mean it now please let me cum.”

  “Mmm, as you wish baby.” Grabbing her ass I tilt her so that I’m in direct contact with her g-spot and start pounding. Driving her ass crazy!

  Calming down from my orgasm, I am still going to kick his ass. Looking over at him as he’s rolling onto his side, I ask, “was that really necessary?” Without answering me, he unties my halter top and pulls it down to uncover my breasts. Climbing back on top, he takes his time going from boob to boob sucking soft then hard. Hmm, this feels good but my breast are so tender.

  Damn, her boobs look fuller too. “Yes, it was necessary. You seem to forget who you belong to at times so you needed to be reminded.” I love her slanted eyes. “Let’s go take a shower so we can get into bed.”

  “Get into bed? It’s just five o’ clock.”

  “You’re leaving on Friday so I need to get my fill to hold me until you get back. Now come on.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  We’re finally leaving to celebrate my parent’s 35th wedding anniversary. My brother, Sean and I are flying out together to meet up with everyone in Florida. I can’t wait to get on the plane so that I can sleep. Aiden stayed over last night and the one thing we didn’t do was sleep. I took a shower this morning with my eyes closed and tried to sleep as he drove me to the airport.

  “Come on Sharon, it’s time for us to board the plane. “You look like hell.”

  Why the sour look? “Go to hell!” Sean makes me so sick. Like Aiden, he is a whore. We’ve only been in the airport an hour and he’s been flirting non-stop with anything in a skirt.

  “Don’t get mad at me. Aren’t you concerned that someone from the paparazzi might see you looking all tore up?”

  I do look a hot ass mess. I’m wearing jeans, a long sleeved shirt and baseball cap. I just didn’t feel up to getting dressed this morning. I’ve been so tired lately so to answer his question, “no I don’t care, I’m on vacation.”

  “Well, at least take that baseball cap off and wear your hair down. People might think we’re a cou
ple or something.”

  Taking my seat next to the window, I take off my cap. Sean frowns at my messy ponytail. “Please, no one is going to think we’re a couple.”

  “I hope not and please, put the cap back on,” he says as he takes his seat. “I saw Aiden dropping you off so I assume all is well with the two of you.”

  Looking at him trying to read his expression, I nod. “Things seem to be okay.”

  “It’s your business, I’m not trying to lecture you like dad. Anyways, you better get some sleep before we make it to Florida. It’s obvious that you had a vigorous work out prior to coming to the airport.”

  Really? My brother trying to talk to me about sex. “Whatever, I’m just tired.”

  Smirking at me, “yeah sis, if you say so and you need to cover up that big ass hickey on your neck.”

  He’s lying. I don’t have a hickey on my neck. Closing my eyes, I fall asleep.

  I wake to the flight attendant requesting that everyone take their seats and fasten their seatbelts to prepare for landing. Sean is looking at me with this smug look on his face. Being only two years older than me, we are pretty close. After Rhonda and Ronnie left home for college, I was his alibi for getting over on our parents.

  Raising my eyebrows at him, “what?”

  “I’m serious, you need to cover up that hickey on your neck. Aiden likes to mark his territory huh?”

  Rubbing my neck, I reach into my purse and pull out my make-up bag. Grabbing my mirror, I almost scream. Looking at my neck, I see not one but two huge ass hickeys on my neck. “Oh God, dad is going to go ballistic.”

  “Stop panicking, just cover it up.”

  I don’t have the guts to tell him that there is more than one hickey. Pulling my hair from my ponytail, I brush it to fall at my shoulders and then apply make-up to my neck. “Can you see them? And stop looking at me like that!”

  “No, it looks like you covered them.”

  Sean is laughing at me so he obviously knows there’s more than one. “I don’t know why Aiden did that.”