by Zane
“I noticed you weren’t answering your phone, so I thought I’d check up on you.”
“Yeah, well, I didn’t want to be bothered with the questions like, ‘What happened?’ ‘Why?’ ‘Are you sure it’s over?’ I didn’t need that today.” I had been checking my voicemail periodically and there were over twenty messages with those exact questions and concerns.
“I know. I understand.” KC looked down at the bottle of Vodka in my hand. “You can’t drink all your troubles away, Sweets.”
“Well…” I took the last sips. “I can damn sure try.”
I burped and we shared a laugh. I hadn’t had one of those in a while.
“I know it’s hard, Angie, but you have to try to move on from her.”
“You know what’s so fuckin’ funny?” I was in a drunken stupor; that last drop having finally hit me. “She told me that no matter what, she would never hurt me. She said that she wouldn’t let the past hurt or harm us at all. And you know what? That’s exactly what she did.”
I started to cry. I couldn’t take the pain. KC held me in her arms. I could smell the cologne she used and it smelled exactly like her.
“Angie, you have to look at it like everything happens. Everything happens for a reason. If you don’t want her back, then let her go. If it’s true love, then try to get her back. I realize with me and Wendy, it wasn’t meant to be.” Her words somehow made me even angrier.
“I love you, KC, but I don’t know what the fuck you saw in her ass. I mean, she was rude, she was immature, and she always brought you down. I don’t know what you saw in her anyway.”
“I saw what no one else saw and that was the problem. Everyone else saw the truth and all she kept giving me was a lie. I gave up too much for her; it’s like I lost a piece of myself, messing with her. I’m glad that I at least get to say that I was good to her.”
“Yeah, I made sure that I get to say that shit, too. I was damn good to her. I mean, I deserve an Emmy for the Wifey Performance of the Year.”
I got up and stumbled to the kitchen. I went to get her a bottle of water and another bottle of Vodka for me. I took a sip of my drink and I heard KC get up.
“Angie, how many bottles do you have?”
“Enough!”
“I’m not gonna let you drink your pain away, Angie.” KC snatched my bottle and broke it on the floor. “You know how I feel about that.”
“You know you cleanin’ that up, right?” I asked her; shocked and surprised. She had never cared before when I drank.
“I don’t want to see you drunk, Sweets. You know I can’t stand it.”
“Well, damn. Do you have some weed, then? ’Cause if I can’t fuck and I can’t drink, then I need to smoke.”
Of course, she pulled out a blunt, sat back down, and lit it up.
“Who says you can’t fuck?” She smiled. “You know you got a couple studs waiting to beat that booty up.”
“Shut up, and pass the blunt.” I gave a little shy smile as I walked over to the couch to sit next to her. “How are your meetings going?”
“Fine. I’ve been sober for six months now. I’m doing really well. But I gotta keep my weed tho. I ain’t letting dat go.” She smiled.
God, I had never noticed how much her smile lit up a room.
We sat there and talked, and smoked. I thought KC only had one blunt but I knew how she rolled. We went through eight blunts all by ourselves. We smoked and listened to different CDs, switching from Ciara, to Keyshia Cole, to Ginuwine. Not that new Ginuwine but the old school: “Pony,” “Anxious,” and “Tell Me Do You Wanna” that grown and sexy music. I had never noticed how sensuous she was. I mean, she was so much more appealing than my ex. She barely dabbled in any drama, and she had a strong spiritual side. She kept it real.
“Look at me, Sweets.” I looked up at her and she held my oval face in the palm of her soft hands. “You are beautiful and no one should be treated like this; not you nor me.” She pulled the hair away from my face.
“I just wish it could go back to how it was when we first met. You know, like the freshness of our relationship before it all crumbled. I miss when she made me laugh, when she finished my sentences, and even looking at her when she’d sleep. But all the good times quickly turned into bad ones.”
“Yeah, the more you get to know someone and their actions, the more it seems like you’re meeting a totally different person than what you expected.” She looked over at me and I started crying.
“I just don’t feel right without her. We had plans and we were supposed to be together forever, and she just up and leaves like I never meant anything. Like everything was a fucking lie. I can’t take this pain and this loneliness.”
The more I broke down, the more I realized KC was holding me tight. I felt so wanted and needed that I didn’t even realize that my heart was finally feeling whole again.
“I know you miss her but don’t drown in the pain, Sweets. You’re going to be okay.”
She kissed my lips and I pulled back, thinking, Am I trippin’ or did she kiss me? I looked at her; confused and anxious at the same time.
“I’m sorry, Angie. I shouldn’t have crossed…”
“No.” I pulled her closer to me. “Don’t be.” Then, I kissed her.
Her kiss was soft and gentle; like her touch. This time I let the taste of her tongue fill my mouth with hunger and lust. I loved the way her mouth fit mine perfectly. She grabbed my waist and pulled me closer. I wrapped my legs around her and started giving her a sample of what I could do to her.
The hunger of us wanting to fuck was taking over. I started pulling off her jacket, then took off her shirt as she placed soft, gentle kisses on my chest. I pulled my head back as her tongue ran from my chin all the way down to the middle of my chest. KC pulled back and gazed at me. I shared the same expression; guilt.
“Are you sure we should do this?” she asked.
I was hot and bothered and wanted to fuck her, but this was crossing the line. She was my ex’s friend. It was wrong but, at the same time, felt so right. I had always thought of her as my friend but I never thought we’d take it to that Jerry Springer level.
“You sure you wanna turn back now? And just wonder what if?” I asked her. “I know that’s what I’m going to do.”
“Yeah, I know that you’re drunk and high. You might also regret this later. I don’t wanna hurt you, or come between anything.”
“I don’t wanna pretend like I don’t want you right now either.”
“But, Angie, if I was ever to make love to you, I’d want you to want me as much as I want you.”
Now that surprised me. Had she ever thought about fucking me before that day?
“I do want you. Always have,” I said, finally admitting my feelings.
I got up and walked toward the door. Something told me she was about to leave, and I wasn’t going to stop her. I didn’t even hear her behind me before she started kissing my neck, and massaging my back. I got more anxious and aroused with every touch. She took off my wifebeater and squeezed my breasts. I could feel her breathing on my neck. KC kissed my back all the way down to my ankles. I felt like my entire body was on fire.
I turned around and kissed KC. I let the one ounce that was left of passion and lust take over my body. I could hear Ciara and R. Kelly playing in the background. She kneeled down and pulled off my shorts in the process. I always say the first lick is the best; and it was and it only got better. KC was hungry for my body. She placed my leg over her shoulder and looked at me with those sexy eyes before commencing to lick all my walls.
I started moving to the rhythm of the beat, letting her mouth hit every note in the song. I didn’t even notice both of my legs were around her shoulders. I kept moving to our rhythm. I licked my lips and enjoyed the feeling coming over me. I grabbed her head and started fucking her face. I wanted something else to hold on to but she was able to handle all of me as she lifted me up and continued eating.
KC picke
d me up and laid me on the floor. She looked down at me so seductively. Her eyes had this beautiful glow. I could tell that she had wanted to do this for a long time; the way she touched me and kissed me. I knew that this was something more than a friendship and more than a one-nighter or a quick nut could ever be.
She grabbed my body and caressed it gently; just right. Touched me light like a feather; it actually tickled me and turned me on. KC examined my body and my tattoos. She slowly caressed me and kissed every part of my skin. Made my toes curl. Her pants came off and she rested in between my legs and kissed me. Then I felt her enter me. And I screamed. I loved it, the sweetest touch is a woman inside of me; I just never thought it would be KC. Her hand caressed my face and she whispered in my ear.
“I’m glad I stayed. You look so beautiful when you’re about to come.”
That made me moan even more. Her playing with my pierced clit was starting to drive me crazy.
“You taste so sweet. I always knew that you would.”
I felt it; it was building up and waiting to be released. She was going harder, and going faster. It was making me feel so good. My legs were spread out so I could feel all of her inside me. KC got on top of me and started grinding. She pulled my body closer to her so I could feel all of her. My legs wrapped around her body and I was riding her like earlier. She pulled my hair and my head went back. I put her fingers in my mouth and sucked them while still riding her. My moans were out of control and I knew she was going to cum; like I was. I pulled her even closer to me; just hugged her.
“I’ve craved your touch for the longest time, baby. I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered to me.
“I’ve wanted you, too.” A tear cascaded down my cheek as we both came. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling. “Damn, baby! Shit!”
When I opened my eyes she was staring back at me. I kissed her lips and smiled at her.
“So what’s next?”
We both giggled. I kissed her lips again.
“I have this killer craving for chocolate and a jumbo jack.” I laughed and she shook her head at me. “What? Like you don’t have the munchies?”
We both got up and I put on some sweats while she got dressed. I grabbed my purse as she pulled me in for a kiss. As we were headed out the door, my phone rang.
“Hold up, babe. Hello.” I picked up the phone and heard the voice of my ex. She said she was outside my building.
RDM is an upcoming novelist from Palmdale, California, who currently lives in Los Angeles. Some of her favorite books are written by Zane, Nikki Turner, and Eric Jerome Dickey. In her spare time RDM likes to write stories, listen to music, and enjoy life.
Lipstick on Her Collar
Samantha Green
“Hey, Baby.” My boyfriend Raymond greeted me as I walked in the house.
“Hey, Boo.” We shared a quick kiss. I made the kiss brief so Raymond wouldn’t suspect anything.
He gave me a hug. “How was work?”
“Another long, boring evening. I feel like getting in the tub and going to bed.” I made a move to get around him and headed to the stairs.
Raymond called, “Hey, Karen?”
“Huh?” I turned around.
“How’d you get red lipstick on your shirt?”
I looked down.
“No, on your collar,” Raymond continued. “How’d you get lipstick on your collar?”
My mind reflected on the past couple of hours.
Being editorial director for a weekly magazine was wonderful; except when big stories hit and the magazine had already been designed. I loved the work. I began Eminence when I was sixteen. What had started as a pastime of interviewing the local celebrities and pastors had blown up into a publication the likes of Vogue. Simply put, I was huge. I was also organized so when big stories hit, though amusing, they were also annoying because I had to reorganize the entire magazine. It was a welcome challenge every time.
I was sitting at my desk, looking over what would become the finished magazine, but something was wrong. I couldn’t put my finger on the problem, and that was aggravating me even more.
There was a knock on my door. “Come in,” I said, barely raising my head.
“You still at it?” Sasha, my administrative assistant, asked.
“Yeah, I need to take this to the printer first thing in the morning, and I want to be through with this tonight.”
“What’s wrong with it?”
“I’m not sure, but something is wrong with it; I guarantee you. I can feel it.” I finally looked up. “Oh, you didn’t have to bring me anything to drink,” I said, referring to the cup of black tea in her hand.
“You definitely needed it.”
I took a sip, then set the tea on my desk. “Thank you. It’s delicious, as always.”
When she didn’t make an effort to leave the office, I asked, “Is there something else?”
“No, ma’am. I just wondered if you wanted me to look at it.”
“Yes, it would be nice having someone else to look over this, since my eyes aren’t working correctly.”
She laughed and took a seat across from me.
“You should really be on this side of the desk to get the full effect.”
A smile crossed her face as she pulled the chair to my side of my desk and took a seat. She looked over the magazine articles laid out and asked, “Is this the order you have them in now?”
“Yes, and I don’t like it.”
“I see why. How about if you…” She rearranged two articles completely, looked at her work, and then moved three more. “Do this? How’s that?”
I looked down at her work. “I like it better than my original thoughts, but…”
“Something still feels wrong, huh?”
She reached across me again and began shifting articles. As she reached over me, her breasts touched my arm. I tried to ignore it, but as she kept reaching, the breast grazing continued. Either Sasha didn’t notice or she didn’t care.
“Okay, how about now?”
I looked at her work again. “Wait, I can work with this.” I grabbed an article that Sasha had placed at the end of the magazine and set it down. “If this is moved right here…”
“Oh, I see. Then it flows better with this one. And this one can go next.”
Sasha and I spent the next fifteen minutes arranging and rearranging articles until the magazine had both of our stamps of approval. I tried not to notice her perfectly shaped breasts, but that was not an easy task. See, I’d never looked at Sasha in a sexual way at all. I’d never looked at any woman like that, but especially Sasha. She was always looked at as my administrative assistant. But it was after hours, and she wasn’t as primped as she’d been that morning. Her hair was not as put together as it had been and her clothes were not as straight. She looked different; sexy.
The expression on her face indicated that I hadn’t answered a question that she’d apparently asked. “Yes?”
“I asked if we were done.”
“Yes.” I put the finished magazine in a case for the printer and began straightening up my desk. “Thank you for staying later than usual.”
“It was no problem, Ms. Jameson. I enjoyed being on that side of the desk for a change.”
“None of that Ms. Jameson stuff. Call me Karen.”
“Okay, Karen.” She moved her chair back in place and looked at me.
“What is it, Sasha?”
“Nothing. Well, it’s just, you are beautiful.”
I blushed. “Thank you.”
She walked back around my desk and stood in front of me. “No, I mean really beautiful. I know you have a boyfriend but, Karen, are you into women?”
“I’ve found women attractive for as long as I can remember, but I’ve never been intimate with a woman, no.”
“I’m a blunt woman, Karen. I’ve watched you since I’ve worked for you, and I’ve always found you attractive. You have the most gorgeous lips I’ve ever seen and I sit at my desk im
agining those lips kissing me.” She began taking steps toward me. “Just let me know if you don’t want me to touch you, and I’ll back off.”
A small part of me wanted to refuse her, but my mouth would not form the words. Rather than push her away, I let her lips caress mine. She grabbed me around my waist and pulled me toward her. I had my first kiss at the age of fourteen and the kisses that I’d shared with men since then had nothing on the way Sasha’s mouth was on mine. Her tongue relentlessly mated with mine. Her mouth left mine and I nearly whimpered until I felt her nibbling behind my right ear and my neck. I was certain she had no idea how much she was arousing me with just her mouth; or maybe she did. She moved one of her arms from around my waist to under my skirt.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” she said as her hand went higher under my skirt.
“I can’t. Don’t stop.”
“Sit down for me, Karen.”
I sat down in my chair. Sasha dropped to her knees in front of me. It had been warm that day so I had no stockings on. Sasha reached under my skirt and removed my blue thong. Her fingers worked their way across my mound. She put one, then two, and finally three fingers in me and began moving them back and forth. She boldly stared me straight in my eyes as she worked me to my first orgasm, and then she pulled her fingers out of me and licked them one by one.
“Lift those hips for me, Karen.”
I did as she said and she removed my skirt. She then took off my blouse and bra. My jacket had been taken off when I began working hard on the magazine. I sat in front of Sasha, as naked as the day I was born and without a care in the world. She reached out and touched my left breast with one hand while the other one grabbed my right breast. “Your breasts are gorgeous.”
“I would say the same, but I can’t see yours.”
“I can fix that.”