The Naughty Sins Of A Saint

by Tiana Laveen

  “That was the last visit with the physical therapist there, too. I have a new one in California. I still have a long way to go. I still can’t run very fast, but as everyone that’s worked with me on my mobility keeps saying, it’s a miracle that I can walk at all. Mind over matter and faith is what I owe it to,” Saint said.

  “And a little somethin’ extra,” Raphael smirked.

  “I have too many things to do to be laid up in some wheelchair for the rest of my life. Hey, where are my porn DVDs?” Saint asked as he scanned the living room looking for the box he had just packed.

  Raphael remained quiet. “Nuh uh, Man. Latrice would kill me. You better put them back. They’re probably by the front door to be loaded into your car,” Saint laughed. “Those aren’t ordinary pornos. They were hand selected. You better give me my shit back, Man. It took me years to get that collection just how I wanted it.”

  “Just let me borrow a few then!” Raphael said as he taped another box closed.

  “Fine, just a few, but don’t take all those videos to your house. She’d be upset, so don’t even do some shit like that,” Saint reprimanded. “Also, when you come over here, make sure you set the alarm every time. The last thing I need is somebody gettin’ in here and stealin’ all of my stuff.

  “I will, Man,” Raphael said. “Thanks for lettin’ me and Latrice use it since you still have it. She’s always loved it over here. Speaking of which, she said something the other day that got me thinkin’.” Raphael shot T-Rex a knowing look then pulled Saint to the side and whispered.

  “Remember when you introduced me to her, and I asked if you two had ever slept together back in the day, and you assured me you didn’t?”

  “Yeah, and that was the truth,” Saint replied.

  “Well, the other day she said something about, how Saint lays it down in bed. How would she know what you were doin’ if you hadn’t tapped her?”

  “Aren’t you in a little too deep to be askin’ me now about if we slept together? At this point, it shouldn’t even matter because you’ve been married to her for over five years and have three kids together.”

  “So, you did sleep with her!” Raphael said angrily.

  Saint rubbed his forehead. “You’re killin’ me, Man. No! No, I didn’t. I was just sayin’ that if I did, it’d be too late to be worried about it now. You’ll have to ask Latrice what she meant because it didn’t come from any experience she had with me,” Saint assured.

  “So, my girl isn’t pretty enough? She isn’t your type?” Raphael asked.

  “Are you high on somethin’ today? I’m dead serious. What’s gotten into you? That had nothing to do with it. Thoughts of havin’ any romantic dealings with her make my stomach turn. That’d be incest almost. She’s like a little sister to me,” Saint explained. “What’s really goin’ on here?”

  Raphael sighed. “I think she’s cheatin’ on me, Man, or at the least just not feelin’ me anymore. I feel out of sorts. I know I work a lot, and she says I don’t spend enough time with her. She just seems distant. Then out of the blue, she says somethin’ about you puttin’ it down. It was unnerving.”

  “Well, she could’ve gotten that from the media. Thanks to ‘Ms. Big Mouth,’ who wrote that tell-all book, all of my personal business got out,” Saint complained.

  “At least you won the court case.”

  “I won the lawsuit, but my reputation was never the same. Everyone knows about my sex life now, but instead of it givin’ me an unscrupulous repute, it made more women come after me.”

  “Oh, poor Saint,” Raphael teased. “I got bitches linin’ up to fuck me. What a cruel, cruel world!” he laughed.

  Saint snorted, “OK, I guess that didn’t sound right. Anyway, back to the topic – Latrice probably just read it somewhere and wanted to make you jealous. It’s a cry for help, seriously. She’s upset about somethin’. She probably wants to spend more time with you and doesn’t know how else to get your attention,” Saint suggested. “I know it may seem strange, but if you want, I could counsel you two. I can be objective, believe it or not.”

  “Uh, no! She may say somethin’ I’m not tryin’ to let you hear about. It’s bad enough that she feels free to call you and complain about me. I don’t want to give her any more encouragement,” Raphael laughed.

  “Saint, I have all of your things in the car,” T-Rex said, out of breath.

  “Thanks, I appreciate your help, Man. I know you two had other plans, but I can’t trust moving companies with my stuff, and my time is limited.” Saint reached down and tied the loose shoe string on his brand new white Nikes. T-Rex nodded and proceeded to leave. Raphael threw a dust rag over his shoulder, walked over to the front door, and picked up the large cardboard box of porn, closing the front door to the penthouse swiftly behind him.

  “Raphael! I saw what you did, Man! When Latrice calls me, I’ll be blamin’ you!” Saint yelled out as he saw Raphael’s hurried feet make a clean getaway.

  * * *

  Xenia threw her headphones down and massaged her sore neck. “Thank God for the weekend,” she said. She stood up from her studio chair as she made the final edits to the show. “Hey, is anyone going to put this on the website tomorrow, or do I have to do that too? What happened to the damn web guy? This is ridiculous.” One of the employees from the back shuffled towards her, his jeans falling down as he made his way around the control panel. Xenia looked at his exposed boxer shorts and rolled her eyes.

  “You gotta problem?” the intern asked. “You been bitchin’ at everyone all day, boogie-ass bitch. Fuck you,” he said between clenched teeth, his gold tooth shining.

  Xenia looked around the studio as if she was in a dream. “Um, who the hell are you talkin’ to like that, you illiterate, nasty-ass scrub? I’ll have your wanna-be-thug ass fired! Peggy!” she called to her producer.

  “Fuckin’ sellout, bitch. Got egg-fu-yung mothafuckas jumpin’ up and down in that pussy,” he said under his breath, laughing as he grabbed a disc off a nearby table and retreated. Peggy emerged from a back room, holding a clipboard.

  “What’s up Xenia?”

  Xenia rolled her eyes and put her hand on her hip, “I called you because that little country-ass mothafucka right there just cursed me out. He needs to be canned!”

  “Well, what exactly did he say?” Peggy looked back down at her clipboard.

  Xenia stared at her, then looked back at the intern who was now smiling and waving at her.

  “OK, I see what the hell’s goin’ on here. I’m sure you heard the entire exchange but don’t care. I’m so over this. I’m leavin’ for the day, and nobody in this joint better call me for anything! Matter of fact, I’ve got some vacation racked up. I should use it!” Xenia grabbed her things and proceeded to the door.

  “Your vacation has to be approved.” Peggy winked at her before disappearing into her office.

  Xenia drove home so filled with rage that she didn’t even recall starting her car and putting it in drive. All of her thoughts were a blur. She arrived home and threw her keys and purse down. As she made her way up the stairs, she removed the yellow hair band from her hair, allowing thick frizzy curls to fall free. She slid off her red high heels as soon as she entered the master bedroom, casting them haphazardly against her custom-made Japanese vanity. She walked over to the large window and closed the curtains. The room turned almost pitch black, matching her somber mood. She breathed deeply as she started to unbutton her silk blouse. Her fingers nimbly went down the line of pearl-like buttons until the final one was freed. She tossed the shirt on the floor, followed by her skin tight skirt. She rubbed her arms and closed her eyes for a moment, trying to capture some serenity to cool her down from the day’s woes. Standing in her lacy red bra and matching boy-cut panties, she looked over her shoulder into one of the mirrors Saint had strategically hung so they could watch themselves make love. She looked at her behind, squeezed perfectly into the underwear, the color of the thin red lace popping against her
smooth, rich skin. She ran her fingers up her stomach and grinned as she reminisced about the body massage Saint had given her the evening before.

  ‘Maybe a nice bath will do me good,’ she thought to herself as she entered their expansive bathroom with his-and-her black vanities. She turned on the water to the garden spa tub and anticipated the jets bursting onto her tension filled pores. Thirty minutes later, she was drying off and the white, foamy suds were collecting at the bottom.

  ‘That was refreshing,’ she thought to herself. As she made her way back into the bedroom, pulled out her dresser drawer, and selected a dark-brown bra and matching panties with pink polka dots to wear to bed. She got dressed and slipped under the sheets early, skipping dinner and unanswered messages. Just then, the bedroom door slowly opened. Saint stood at the doorway and peered inside. Xenia saw his tall shadow cast a slanted version of himself across the floor.

  “Why are you standing there like you don’t live here?” she smiled. “I’m in no mood for role play tonight. I’m not in the mood for the pizza delivery man and the missing green peppers. That was fun, but tonight ain’t the night, Babe.”

  Saint grinned and opened the door the rest of the way. He walked inside, closing the door behind him. “OK, tell Daddy what happened today.” He sat down on the bed next to her.

  “Different day, same shit really,” she said as she sat up a little. “The cherry on today’s shit sundae was this gold-toothed juvenile who decided I needed to be put in my place because of you. And then my boss didn’t even back me up. I knew she was like this. Her ass is a damn lesbian and has the nerve to be practicing intolerance. I guess that X Clan poster in her office means more than it was just one of her favorite groups!”

  “OK, first of all, Baby, you’re going to have to calm down. You can’t let them get to you like this. The little punk you’re talking about is lost. Have pity on him. He’s probably drilling white girls but jumpin’ on your case,” Saint laughed. “You can’t take kids like him seriously. As far as your boss, well, she was never on my list of favorites, but to each his own. One day you’ll have your own show and your own team, too,” Saint said, leaning in and softly kissing her lips. “You smell delicious,” he added as he lingered around her like a bee does a fresh flower.

  “So do you,” Xenia said as she looked down at the top of his hair while he brushed his face gently across her breasts.

  “I’ll be right back,” Saint said as he stood up and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Xenia turned on the television and channel surfed. She heard Saint get into the shower. She found herself looking at a cheesy made-for-TV movie. As she became engulfed in the plot, Saint opened the bathroom door, steam bellowing out behind him. She watched as his wet, chiseled body moved about the room. His legs mesmerized her, the muscles flexing with each step. Seeing him in the buff never got old to her, and she never got fully used to it. She found him to be a perfect specimen of manhood, and missing any opportunity to look at him seemed like such a lack of appreciation.

  “What’s this about?” Saint asked as he stood next to the sixty-inch plasma screen TV.

  “It’s about some woman who was kidnapped but escaped. The acting is kind of bad, but the storyline is pretty good.” Xenia turned back towards the television. Saint reached up and turned it off.

  “Hey, Saint!” Xenia called out. “Stop playing!” She picked up the remote and turned it back on. Saint hit the off button again.

  “Stop it!” Xenia said, half smiling as she aimed the remote in front of the TV, misfiring as Saint stood in the way.

  “Now see, you’re not being right. You play too much. You’re here acting all goofy after the day I had!” Xenia scolded.

  She watched as Saint beamed then turned on some music. Xenia rolled her eyes and sneered. “You don’t know if I’m in the mood for that, delivery man. I don’t want any pizza tonight,” she laughed.

  “What about Chinese food? Me love you long time,” Saint said in a falsetto female voice, laughing as he sat on the bed next to her. Xenia laughed, falling back onto the bed lazily. Saint looked down at her, circling her naval softly with his finger. “Come here,” he said as he winked at her. Xenia sat back up and huffed. Saint grinned at her before leaning close to her face, licking her ear lightly as he placed his strong arms around her waist. Saint closed his eyes as he slid his tongue inside Xenia’s warm mouth and moved it around in slow circles, first clockwise then reversing direction. Xenia felt her groin pulsate. She loved how he French kissed. It always calmed her down and made her purr. Saint gradually pulled away from her and stood up. She watched as he sat in the middle of the bed with his legs open. He took hold of her wrists, bringing her over to him. “Sit on my lap,” he said softly. Xenia crawled on her knees towards him. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she held him around his neck.

  Saint reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, tossing it to the side, all the while keeping his eye on her. He unwrapped her like a Christmas gift. “Scoot back a little,” he said. Xenia moved back closer to his knees. Saint intertwined their fingers as he stared into her eyes. He released his right hand from hers and reached down between them. Keeping his eye on her as he opened her flower, he slicked his middle finger over her leisurely, waiting to hear her familiar sighs and coos that turned him on so much. Saint watched her facial expressions, memorizing them as his rod thickened from witnessing her excitement grow.

  “I love you so much,” he whispered. Xenia opened her eyes, her wet lips slightly parted, and looked at him as she slowly started to grind against his hand.

  “I love you too,” she whispered. Saint continued to stroke her, gliding up and down, then inserting his finger inside, rotating it in dawdling circles. He let go of her other hand and placed his fingers on her inner thigh as he continued to work in and out of her folds. He leaned forward, nestling his head in the crook of her neck and shoulder. He lightly licked her neck, continuing to strum her like a guitar. He lifted his head up and focused closely on her quivering lips and girly sighs. Her voice became higher and higher, each octave increased as she oooh’d and ahhh’d while Saint antagonized her flower with teasing strokes. She rotated her hips as her head fell onto his chest as she bucked against his fingers and draped her arms languidly over his shoulders. He sped up his delivery kissing and lightly biting her shoulder. She moaned as she made love to her sweetheart’s hand, matching him stroke for stroke, circle for circle. Saint sat back up and watched Xenia have her cataclysmic orgasm, enjoying every second of the show. When she settled down, he removed his finger, stuck his obscenely lengthy tongue out and licked it thoroughly. She watched and smirked. He put his hands around her waist and raised her up over his waiting shaft. With their eyes glued on one another, she braced herself for his thickness.

  “Shit,” she whispered as she reached the base. Saint held her tightly, his hands digging into her butt cheeks as he rocked, their chests pressed firmly together.

  “I’d tear the world up for you,” he said in her ear. “I need you.” Xenia rubbed her fingers through his hair, messing up his perfectly coifed strands.

  “I need you too, Baby,” she exhaled.

  “Anything you need, I’ll take care of it,” he said under labored breath. She moved up and down to his rhythm while their bodies twisted and contorted like tangled grapevines snaking around one another. Their sweet liquors mixed, creating their own sensual homemade brew. He moved his hands to her lower back, pressing her firmly into himself as he moved his groin up and down, bouncing her upwards. He lie back on the bed, bringing her closer to him as he churned in magnificently nasty circles, diving upward with each pass. She dug her nails into his chest as she rose and fell, her heartbeat accelerating and perspiration gathering around her hairline.

  “You feel incredible,” he said as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He trembled as he felt her cumming on top of him, her lady nectar pouring down, christening his staff over and over. She fell flat on top of him, re
linquishing herself as her body thanked him over and over again.

  “Did you like that, Baby?” he asked as he rubbed her hair and continued to move in and out.

  “Mmm hmmm, you’re so beautiful,” she said, her voice muffled as she continued lying on his chest. Saint stirred, increasing his speed as he crossed his arms over her back, holding her tightly to him as he moved faster and faster in and out, making her cream and scream out in delight as he reached his terminus. He moaned as he came inside her. She looked down at him, watching his facial expression during the last few seconds of his release. She caressed his face, running her fingers down his lips, and kissed the side of his neck until his body finally came to a stop. She fell asleep in that same position as he held her in his arms, not pulling out of her love until the wee hours of the morning.

  * * *

  CHAPTER 13

  One month later…

  Saint looked at the clock, and made a serious effort to keep his bloodshot eyes open. ‘2:00 in the damn morning,’ he thought as he continued to read his emails and rub his eyes. He heard the smooth, silk sheets moving behind him as Xenia’s body rubbed against them, tossing and turning.

  “Honey, you need to come on to bed. I’ve been trying to sleep, but instead I hear your fingers clacking across the keyboard all night. What are you doing? Can’t sleep again?” She sat up and stretched.

  “Sorry, Baby. I was just going over some last minute details of this conference in Manhattan, the one called ‘Sexual Re-Revolution.’ You’re welcome to come with me – matter of fact, I’d prefer it,” he said as he rubbed his left eye harder, making it water.

  “I’d love to, but you already said I can’t attend the main event. I’d be stuck in the penthouse all alone, and besides, I can just stay here and work.”

  “You can join, you just can’t be in the audience or on the stage. It’d make them uncomfortable. You could hang out backstage. One thing we pride ourselves on is anonymity. They don’t want the object of their affections standing right there if they feel especially awkward, and many do.”