He's Just A Friend

by Mary B. Morrison

  “No, but from the way you’re turning me on with those noises, sounds like I need to.”

  “Yeeesssss,” Carlita hissed, then softly kissed his neck. “Next time I’ll make us an appointment.” Kneading the joints in his hand she continued, “After the massage, I had a wonderful peppermint body scrub. Then I lounged in the eucalyptus steam sauna for twenty minutes and I ended with a shampoo and blow dry at Top Notch.”

  Carlita made blow-dry sound like blow job when she whispered in Desmond’s ear. His dick pressed harder against his pants. Top Notch. Where had he heard that before? Aw, shit! That was where Fancy went to get her hair done.

  “Well, whoever does your hair, she does a great job. It’s beautiful,” Desmond said, running his fingers through Carlita’s hair.

  After talking for about an hour, Carlita kissed from his lips to his Adam’s apple and slid his shirt down his arms, leaving it underneath his back. Carlita pressed a button and the black leather sofa vibrated. Then she began licking his nipples, biting his chest, and grazing her lips all over his body. Lightly scratching her nails over his chest, abs, and back, Carlita maneuvered her red fingernails and unbuttoned his pants. Cautiously she lowered his zipper and peeped inside. Slipping her soft hand underneath the elastic band of his boxer briefs, she massaged his dick, then caressed the head.

  “Oh, baby. Look what I’ve found.” Carlita’s eyes beamed with excitement, then she whispered, “Get up for a moment.”

  Desmond sprang from the sofa and watched Carlita as she spread a beach size towel on the sofa. “Lay back and open your legs.”

  Desmond sprawled like a frog on his back with his legs open as wide as he could stretch them.

  Carlita enjoyed every inch of his now mango flavored dick as she took her time. Syrupy juices oozed between his cheeks. Occasionally Carlita flicked the tip of her tongue over his rectal opening. Desmond closed his eyes when Carlita gently French kissed the sensitive spot right below his balls. Desmond threw one leg over the back of the couch and suspended the other in the air so Carlita could get closer.

  Semen seeped from his head. “Oh—my—god,” Desmond whispered repeatedly. “I love you, woman.”

  Carlita eased his left ball into her mouth and slowly stroked his shaft. When she started humming, his nut vibrated in her mouth. Desmond grabbed the back of her head and gripped her hair. Carlita never complained about him messing up her hair. Easing his right nut into her mouth, Carlita hummed again. His dick throbbed. Carlita’s tongue wiggled from the base of his penis, up his shaft.

  She stopped at the spot that connected the shaft and head, and gently rubbed the crevice with a slice of mango. When his fluids oozed from the opening and spilled over the top, Carlita savored his juices. Her lips surrounded his head as she sucked his cum, taking all of him into her warm mouth. Carlita was such a woman. His woman. She began rotating his head in her mouth like it was her favorite lollipop.

  “Damn, that feels good. Suck your dick, woman. Do the damn thing. Oh, yeah, baby. Do dat shit,” Desmond said as he watched Carlita.

  Carlita had taught him a man should only suck five places on a woman’s body: lips, tits, clit, fingers, and toes. “Bite and lick everywhere else.” She’d added, “Amateurs suck. Pros bite. Sucking leaves passion marks. Bites marks are gone by the time you’re finished making love. Passion marks stay for days and generate more trouble than they’re worth.”

  Desmond’s fluids escaped once more but a lot more of his juices were ready to explode in Carlita’s mouth. He was on the verge of cumming. Carlita had him going. Going. Going. Insane. Skin tingling. Toes curling. Back arching. Carlita removed her robe, then coaxed him to the reclining chair. She pressed a button and the chair started vibrating. She pressed another button and the leather got warmer. Carlita held his dick and spanked his head against her clit until she came. She straddled him, placing one leg at a time over each of his shoulders and rested her feet at the top of the recliner. With his dick deep inside, Carlita took her time rocking back and forth to the melodic groove of Sade. She rocked. And rocked. And rocked, until the recliner fully extended.

  Desmond palmed as much as he could of Carlita’s ass and pulled her hips into his each time theirs met. He plucked her nipples with his teeth while she held him close.

  Carlita deliciously whispered, “This is the best dick I have ever had,” right before she French kissed his ear.

  “Your pussy is so tight, so juicy, hot, and so, so wet. I just want to explode deep inside you. Say my name, baby. What’s my name?”

  Carlita seductively said, “Desmond.” Then she moaned, “Desmond. Ooh, Desmond, I love you,” Carlita purred in the sexiest voice he’d ever heard.

  Desmond pulled her hips closer and thrust his deeper. “I’m cumming, baby. Daddy is cumming all up in his pussy. This is all for you, woman. Hold me. Tighter.” His fluids flowed hard. Carlita’s ass churned up and down, converting his cum into cream.

  Carlita moaned louder. “I’m cumming with you.”

  She pressed harder, forcing the recliner to unexpectedly lean back another notch. This time Desmond felt the head of his dick slip into Carlita’s vaginal cul-de-sac. Her legs folded underneath her thighs as Carlita rode him like she was cumming across a finish line.

  Desmond felt his dick slipping out. Carlita turned off the vibrator and rocked until she was satisfied. Then she coaxed him to her bed, rubbed his entire body down with a nice hot towel, dried him off, and tucked him in. Desmond slept for what seemed like hours until his cellular phone woke him up.

  He fumbled in the dark, following the tune to the living room. It was Fancy.

  Desmond whispered, “What’s up?”

  “Desmond, I’m stranded.”

  Trying not to wake Carlita he retreated to the kitchen still whispering, “Stranded? Where are you?”

  “I have a flat tire. I’m stuck in San Francisco. I need you to come and get me. Now, Dez! I’m scared. I need you!”

  Moving the phone away from his ear and peeping into the living room, Desmond said, “Okay, I’m on my way. I’ll call you back in five minutes.”

  Desmond dressed quietly. He went into the bedroom. Carlita was sitting up in the bed. “Where are you going?” she asked calmly.

  “Tyronne’s car broke down. I gotta go help him out. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

  Carlita rolled over and pulled the covers up to her neck.

  As soon as Desmond closed his car door, he speed dialed Fancy’s number. “Where are you?”

  “You’ve gotta hurry, Dez, it’s dark out here,” Fancy cried.

  “Calm down. Where are you?” Desmond had run the last two lights before getting on the freeway. “I’m in my car right now crossing the Bay Bridge. Tell me where you are.”

  “I’m off the Caesar Chavez exit at the gas station near The Clam House.”

  The Clam House was a nice affordable seafood restaurant. Desmond had taken Fancy to lunch there a few months ago.

  “What in hell are you doing over there at one o’clock in the morning? I’ll be there in five minutes.” Desmond tossed his cell phone on the passenger seat and plunged his accelerator to the floor. When he pulled into the gas station, he saw Fancy but he didn’t see her car.

  “Oh thank you, Dez, for coming to get me.” Fancy hugged his neck so tight he couldn’t move.

  Desmond looked around. “Where is your car?”

  “Byron had it towed to your shop. That’s why I needed you to hurry.”

  Frowning at Fancy he asked, “Then why didn’t you have dude give you a ride?”

  Fancy threw her arms around Desmond, again. “I’m so happy to see you. I’ll tell you all about this crazy night when I get home. Right now I’m just tired, cold, and a little tipsy.”

  Turning on the heater, Desmond drove in silence, occasionally watching Fancy stretch her red dress down to her knees.

  “I hope I didn’t wake you,” she said, reaching for his hand.

  Desmond gazed over at Fancy. �
�It’s okay. How long you gon’ keep lettin’ these guys use you?”

  Fancy laughed. “Stop trying to be psychic. It’s not your strong suit.”

  Sighing heavily, Desmond parked in front of Fancy’s building, turned off the engine, and escorted Fancy to her front door.

  “Come in. Keep me company.”

  That meant she wanted him to play psychologist until she could get to Mandy’s couch. As long as he didn’t comment, everything would go well. Carlita had worn him out so Desmond wasn’t interested in making love to Fancy tonight. But he would enjoy holding her in his arms.

  “Cool,” Desmond responded.

  Fancy drew a warm bath. Desmond washed her back and listened to her.

  “I was on my way home from a date with Byron and all of sudden my tire blew out. At the same time, Byron had gotten an emergency call. Otherwise he would have brought me home. So he called his tow company and left as soon the guys arrived. After the two guys placed my Benz on the flatbed, ’cause you know they can’t drag an expensive car around like they do the cheap ones, the driver said he was not instructed to give me a ride home and he had no seat belt for me to wear. Then they took my Benz and left me at the station and advised me to call someone to pick me up. Just wait until I tell Byron. He’s going to fire those losers.

  “So, you see, I would’ve been stranded if you hadn’t come to my rescue,” Fancy said, reaching her finger deep inside her vagina, then splashing her hand around in the water.

  The story didn’t sound legitimate but Desmond had already heard enough. “You need to stop seeing dude. Any man that leaves you stranded doesn’t give a damn about you,” Desmond said. He clenched his jaw and handed Fancy a bath towel.

  “Have you ever been in love, Desmond?”

  Twice. Trina and Fancy. “Just with you.” Desmond followed Fancy into her bedroom and watched as she sat on the vanity stool, lowered the magnifying mirror, and spread her legs.

  Desmond felt an erection stirring in his pants. “What are you doing?”

  “Before I turn out the lights, I have to make sure Miss Kitty is all right.”

  Desmond doubted the extra massage of Fancy’s clit was part of the checkup. Then again, maybe it was.

  “Stay with me tonight, Dez. I don’t wanna be alone.”

  Desmond removed his clothes and eased under the down-feather comforter. The lights around the lake reflected off of the still water. Peaceful. Serene. The crescent moon floated above the hillside. Fancy snuggled her butt and back into his pubic hairs and his chest. Fancy’s naked body was silky soft. She reached behind, grasping his hand, then tucked his arm underneath hers. Desmond whispered:

  “Is this a mirage

  As I massage your breasts

  She’s nibbling upon my chest

  And she’s willing to do

  For me

  All the things I want

  To do for you

  Is this a mirage

  As I contemplate

  Whether to wipe this slate

  Clean or to cling

  To your being

  Even though you are constant fleeing

  So maybe it is a mirage

  That won’t disappear

  Or eradicate my fears

  That one day

  You won’t be near

  To hear

  Me say

  I love you

  Because someone else will appear

  Again and again

  Each time with a different name

  This is insane

  Because I can touch you

  And I can smell you

  And I can taste you

  And I can make love to you

  But I cannot have you

  So what do

  I do

  When this mirage

  Becomes clear

  And someone else

  Is lying here

  With you”

  “I love you, Fancy.”

  “Yeah, I know, Dez.” Fancy paused, then said, “Good night.”

  CHAPTER 14

  “Why? Why? Why? Why? Why are wealthy men soso heartless?” Fancy tried to find an answer before speaking with Mandy. She parked in a familiar space on University Avenue, watching time go by on the digital clock. Ten more minutes before her appointment. Seemed as though their last meeting was weeks ago but nearly three months had passed since she’d spoken with Mandy. Fancy needed yet dreaded participating in yet another counseling session because her prior problems were unresolved and new troubles had developed. The only resolution she’d fulfilled was losing weight. As long as Fancy was fabulous on the outside, no one could tell she was less than perfect on the inside.

  Don’t cry, Fancy. Don’t you dare cry, you hear me. Fancy wasn’t sure if her thoughts provoked the emotions that brought tears to her eyes. Maybe today she’d tell Mandy what really happened to her as a child. That her obsession with working out was her way of running away from the truth. But Fancy couldn’t outrun the demons that stole her breath away in the middle of the night while she slept. Nor could she outwrestle the evil spirits that held her down, preventing her from moving, screaming, kicking, or crying out for help the past three nights when Desmond held her in his arms. “Forget about it,” Fancy said, patting a tissue below her eyes and underneath her nose. “It’s over. It’s done. It’s history.”

  Fancy lowered her sun visor, flipped open the mirror, and gazed deep into her pupils until her image faded. A vision of Desmond’s friend Carlita popped into her mind. Yesterday when she and Desmond had breakfast at Lynn & Lu’s, the waiter had just brought their food when Carlita entered wearing a pair of faded blue jeans. The top she’d worn was cute. Open back. Brown suede spaghetti straps crisscrossed about her back. That wasn’t the first time Fancy had seen her but she was shocked that Carlita was Desmond’s friend. Carlita, the only other woman their hair stylist called Ms. Diva, was beautiful and seemed so secure every time Fancy saw her at Top Notch. The one thing they had in common was when they walked into the salon, their hair looked so good, they should’ve been walking out. Fancy was calling their stylist Raeshelle early tomorrow morning to get the details on Carlita. How could a woman like Carlita be seriously interested in her Desmond?

  Fancy was surprised when Carlita had stopped in front of Desmond, holding her to-go Styrofoam container, and said, “Hey, baby. Tyronne get his car taken care of Friday night? Oh, how rude of me,” she said, switching the Styrofoam to the other hand, “I’m Carlita. And you are?”

  Staring at Carlita’s hand, Fancy recalled saying, “Desmond’s friend.” Desmond must have truly cared for her if he’d left Carlita’s house at one in the morning to rescue her.

  Fancy pictured Desmond’s mouth hanging open for thirty seconds before the words, “Uh, yeah. I was going to call you,” escaped in response to Carlita’s question. Had Desmond just told Carlita a lie or not the truth? Was there a difference?

  Carlita politely said, “Call me later. Enjoy your breakfast. Nice meeting you, Fancy.” With her Styrofoam container level with her waistline, Carlita left, hauling the biggest ass Fancy had ever seen.

  Fancy wasn’t surprised Carlita knew her name. But how much did Carlita know about her? When she looked at Desmond, Fancy remembered saying, “So that’s Carlita.”

  “Yeeesssss. Carrrliita.” The way Desmond rolled her name off of his tongue like Carlita was the banana walnut waffle with warm maple syrup that he’d eased into his mouth made Fancy conceal her jealousy. That was history. She needed to focus on the present.

  Now, Fancy speed dialed Adam’s number. His automated voice mail answered immediately. “Adam, baby. This is Fancy. Call me.” When she ended the call, her digital clock displayed ten-o-three. Fancy closed her visor, retrieved her white plastic grocery bag, covered the meter, and dashed across the street into Mandy’s office.

  The receptionist continued typing and said, “Hi, Fancy. Go on in and have a seat. Mandy is waiting for you.”

  Fancy sat on the s
ofa, crossed her legs, and sat in silence.

  “I detect we are not in a good mood today. Why?” Mandy asked, placing the yellow legal size pad in her lap.

  “There’s so much to say, I don’t know where to start.” Fancy sighed heavily and became quiet. She forced back her tears then said, “One moment Harry adored me, bought me expensive gifts, and took me out. On a day like today, normally I wouldn’t have to go into the office at all. I know it’s just a matter of time before Harry expects me to work eight hours a day. But that’s okay because I’m going to quit and start my own business soon.”

  Fancy avoided eye contact with Mandy. “Then there’s my fiancé, Byron. We don’t go out much. He claims he’s busy but I believe he’s afraid to make a commitment. Once I showed him the wedding colors, the cake, and the three possible locations for our ceremony, Byron doesn’t call me as much as he used to.”

  Not waiting for Mandy to respond, Fancy exhaled and continued, “You don’t understand. I gave up all of my sponsors for Byron. Well, actually Adam stopped calling and he won’t return my calls, so basically I had to pay my own rent for March. And a single paycheck doesn’t cover my rent, because Harry cut off my bonuses, because I stopped having sex with him, so now I’m going to be late paying for April.” Fancy didn’t tell Mandy she also didn’t have enough money to pay for the session. Fancy wondered if Desmond was happy with Carlita. That was silly. Of course he wasn’t. He spent the entire weekend at her place.

  “Byron? You mean the one who hasn’t paid you for all those fund-raisers Byron? Or is this someone new?” Mandy peered over her glasses.

  “My future husband, Byron. He spends lots of money on me. He bought me a car, so I know he loves me. Our wedding colors are platinum and white. SaVoy will be my maid of honor. Tanya is a bridesmaid. I’ve created a diet plan to help Tanya lose weight. Trying to fit a size sixteen into a size twelve won’t work. I’m going to start taking her hiking with me. I told her to put William out. Let’s see, where was I? Oh, yeah. Two women from my Thursday night spin class will also be bridesmaids. I still have to find a flower girl, though. And since Desmond is my best friend, he can give me away.”