“Well, I’ve been in touch some—if you needed me, you could have gotten me.”
“So, let me ask—when you come home, are things supposed to be or get better?”
“I don’t know what’s supposed to happen. I can’t say I care right now.”
“Well, you better hope the locks aren’t changed by then,” she said.
Click.
She hung up. His whole nonchalant attitude was pissing her off. The lady beside her looking in the racks was listening to her whole conversation—Jordan felt like cursing her the hell out. Instead, she just gave her a dirty look and rolled her eyes. Jordan walked away from the corner and shook her head in disbelief. She couldn’t believe Omar. He had really lost it. This was the craziest thing she had ever heard of. It just made her even more pissed that he was acting so cocky. It was like he didn’t get the idea of better or worse, through thick and thin ... the hell with marriage. You can’t just walk out on your wife, not communicate with her, and not see how damaging that is. Maybe he did know how damaging it was but he just didn’t care. Either way, she was just too through.
She made her way to the checkout line with her suit; she was no longer in the mood to continue shopping. She opened up her cell phone again to call Jayon. She had to vent, and although Chrasey and Dakota were only a phone call away, too, Jayon was more up to date with the play-by-play. It was actually amazing how, for the past two months, Jayon had stepped up while Omar acted retarded. She had discussed it with Chrasey and Dakota—they both had different views of the situation. Dakota had always liked Jayon for her, and thought that maybe she should just stick with him. After that phone call, she was really considering it.
Jayon answered the phone, but said he was in the middle of something with a client and would get right back to her.
Dakota swore up and down that if Jordan had an ounce of curiosity about what he would be like, something good would happen. Though there may have been truth to that, Chrasey knew from her own experience that a new man wasn’t an answer. Deep down, she knew there was truth in both of their opinions. Although she had always known that she wouldn’t deal with Jayon as a married woman, a piece of her ... deep down inside ... her wild side that never had an opportunity to show itself, wanted to do it. Jayon was fine, successful, had one of the best hearts, and had always made her a priority all the years they’d been friends. Jordan couldn’t lie and say that if it wasn’t for the fact that she was married and had morals, she might have given him some a long time ago.
In these past two months, they had spent a few nights together. Some nights it just got late, another night he was too drunk to drive so she stayed at his place. She asked him if she was messing up his love life, but he assured her it was fine. Jayon had always put her before his girlfriends and chicks he dealt with. The ones that he got serious with, he would let them know about her and their relationship, and he would let them know not to even question or try to alter it. Regardless of what his love life was looking like, he would be there for Jordan when she was in need. He had his way of making her feel special.
She was starting to get the feeling she was his priority for a different reason this time. Their time together had become less platonic and more like they were lovers. She knew that Jayon would never disrespect her, so it didn’t matter to her. She knew nothing would happen unless they were both good and ready. Besides, all this time Jayon hadn’t made a move on her. She knew he didn’t want her to think he was taking advantage of her vulnerability.
The other night when he had been drinking, he was saying stuff that she was surprised to hear. Stuff like, if Omar didn’t come to his senses soon, he was going to step in. She’d just brushed it off and laughed. A night or two after, they were watching a movie and he started to rub her thigh. She looked at him, and he just kept rubbing. After his hand had come very close to her no-no place, he stopped and moved it to her side. There was a part of her, her horny Scorpio side, that wanted to kill him, and then there was a part that wasn’t sure if she could have gone through with anything that night, either. Even through the confusion, the idea was still appealing.
The next day when they talked about it, she let him know she wanted to be done with Omar, or at least get revenge for what he had done. Jay expressed that his concern was that she would get back with Omar, and have regrets. He knew her well enough to know that she just wanted to release her anger. Even though that was true, neither of them could deny that they were starting to feel differently toward each other. With conversations like the one she just had with Omar, where he was so willing to take risks, she was closer and closer to taking risks of her own.
Her phone rang—it was Jayon. He had gotten rid of the client as quickly as he could so he could find out what happened. She was just leaving the store and sitting in her car, so she told him the story as she tried to keep from crying.
60
When All Else Fails
It had been days since Dakota saw or spoke to Tony. She couldn’t make sense of it herself—why she was so willing to take Tony’s nonsense. Ever since they met, she knew she was settling for second-best.
She tried to figure out why she had a man like David in her corner, but she insisted on giving Tony her heart. Then any time she met a man, her only mission was to use him as a filler for those times when Tony wasn’t around. She needed to try to have one man that could be there at all times, and be everything in one. Instead she was trying to compile a list of men that, combined, made one hell of a man.
She was supposed to meet up with the guy she met at the supermarket by Jordan’s house that day, but something came up and he couldn’t make it. His name was Jamille and he was a financial analyst. He worked at a big finance company and he lived alone. He had been divorced and had two kids from his marriage. Dakota was thinking to herself how much of a headache dealing with him would probably end up being. She was also realistic—at her age, most men were either married, divorced, or still trying to be a major player and most likely definitely had a kid somewhere. They rescheduled for the next week, and she was hoping they would get together then. She needed some new players on her roster because Tony was driving her crazy.
She had just called David a few hours ago and told him to come over and hang with her. As usual, he gave her no problem and said he would be over in a few hours. That was the beauty of plans with David, unlike Tony; she knew he would show or at least would call if something came up. So, as she chilled out and waited for him, she spent some me-time with herself.
She was lying on her couch watching Sex in the City—How does Samantha do it? she asked herself. How does she never fall? She had gotten the casual sex down pat, but she was forgetting the rule never to fall in love. All it does is leave you hurt and depressed, just having more meaningless sex but with someone else.
Deep down, she wanted that life that Jordan and Chrasey had, but she’d seen all the stuff they go through, too, and it’s not worth the stress, either. These men think we owe them so much—the hell with them, what about us? She didn’t have a desire for kids; she wanted to be able to go at the drop of a dime. Not to mention she didn’t want any man thinking just because she had his kid, she won’t go anywhere. She just knew if and when that day came for her, settling down and all of that, the man is going to have to want it just as much or more than she did. He was going to have to acknowledge her worth. As Dakota figured, sisters didn’t come like her anymore. No kids, her own place, great job, nice car, good-looking and in shape. They should be lined up with rings.
Other than Tony, David was about the only good one she had left in her black book. The rest of them had something or other wrong. Either they weren’t all that good-looking, or were broke, cheap, no car, lived at home with their parents, totally not smooth, or didn’t know what good sex was to save their life. David was the only one that could really get her mind off Tony. He was a good catch like herself; she didn’t have to feel like she was rebounding with David.
She was we
aring brown-and-orange fitted sweats, with an orange halter tube top and her brown flip-flops. She was dressed casual—nothing that said “come and get me.” She had her hair in a bun, no makeup on except some lip gloss, and diamond studs in her ears. David was coming over for dinner and a movie, so she was dressed for their casual night at home. It had been some time since she’d had some sexual attention, so David was going to have to tend to that as well. So underneath her casual attire she was freshened up, trimmed, and wore nothing but her orange metallic thong with no bra. She was prepared for the before and after party.
It was about 10:00 PM when the doorbell rang. She turned the television down and walked toward the door. After checking the peephole, she opened the door and there David stood. He was dressed in blue jeans, a light blue polo shirt, and sneakers. He looked like he had a fresh haircut, and she could smell his cologne the second he walked through the door.
“Hey there, beautiful,” he said as he leaned over and gave her a hug.
“Hi, Dave,” she replied in her “you’re making me blush” voice.
He walked straight into the living room and put down the bag he was carrying. He had brought some snacks to watch the movie with—Twizzlers, popcorn, and Milky Ways. After they made small talk, they cuddled up on the couch for the movie. A feeling of security came over her once she was nestled under David’s arm. It was like he made her feel like he would always be there. He knew what he was to her; he knew that there was some other man that she had in her heart. Still, no matter when she called, ninety percent of the time he was there. She knew most men would hop at the opportunity to have sex, but he came for more than that. He came for companionship and quality time. He never just came, hit her off, and had to go. He never rushed to business; he always took his time with her. From time to time that’s just what she needed, even when she didn’t want to admit it. She was happy that God had given her somebody like David. She was thankful our higher power even looked out for his most disobedient children.
61
Brown Sugar
Jordan knew deep in her heart that she was ready for all the risk that came with taking the next step with Jayon. He had been stuck on his idea that they should take things slow, but she was completely fed up with waiting, all for the sake of the possibility Omar may decide he wanted her back. She had decided not to rush things, but the next time it got a little out of hand with her and Jayon, she wouldn’t stop what was obviously inevitable. If they kept finding themselves in this predicament, it was clear that both of them wanted it.
They had just come back from a dinner with business associates, and Jayon decided to come in for a piece of her sweet potato pie before he headed home. As soon as she walked in the door, she kicked off her three-inch, $600 “whatever they were called” pumps. The last few hours of the night, her pinky toe was screaming for freedom.
Jordan walked in the kitchen and removed the pie from the refrigerator. She got a knife from the utensil drawer and walked back over to where the pie was. Jayon had been leaning on the counter, and as she approached with the knife he reached over and took it out of her hand. He started to cut her and him a slice, and as he lowered the knife into the pie, he asked her, “How big do you like it?”
Now, why is he messing with me? she said to herself. She saw the smirk in his eye; he knew what he was doing. He was starting up, trying to see where her mind was and where he could take it.
Jayon played more games than a female, because he knew as well as she did that once she started to entertain this and took it there, he would be the first one to cry, “Let’s be sure about this.”
“A decent size, but not too big—it’s too late for all those calories,” she responded.
Pleased but disappointed with her somewhat perverted answer, he just continued to cut the pie.
Once he handed her a piece, she headed to the living room and plopped down on the couch. By the time Jayon followed behind her with his pie and a beer he had helped himself to, he had the remote in his hand, flicking through channels. Jayon sat down beside her and started to eat his pie. They both ate their slices as they watched a rerun of Martin. By the time the first commercial was on, she had finished her slice and placed the plate on the coffee table. He was still eating his and sipping on his beer. She lay down on the couch and rested her head on Jayon’s leg.
It was late—she and Jayon had just had a fun evening together, and they were back at her house. She thought to herself, I’m not making any moves on him. We decided to take things one step at a time and I need to just enjoy his company. As she convinced herself to behave, she thought she felt a movement by her head. Is that coming from Jayon’s pants? she wondered.
She sat still for a moment longer before she felt another movement. She rose from his lap and looked him in his eyes.
“What?” he asked with a smirk.
“Nothing,” she replied trying to act equally clueless.
“Why did you get up? You ready for me to go?”
“No, just didn’t want to be rude and fall asleep on you. It seems like you’re wide awake,” she said with a sly undertone.
Slightly laughing, Jayon replied, “Want to watch a movie?” He began flipping through channels before she could agree. When he arrived at HBO, Brown Sugar was playing, the movie that people would say Jordan and Jayon reminded them of. It was about two best friends that fall in love.
“Oh, lookie there,” she said. “You want to watch it?”
“Why not?” he said as he placed the remote down.
He took his shoes off and got comfortable on the couch beside her. They squirmed around until they were in comfortable positions to watch the movie. They were lying side by side, with Jayon’s arm rested around her waist.
They had only missed the first fifteen minutes of it, and they quickly fell silent, their attention on the movie. She couldn’t help but get distracted every time she felt Jayon make a slight move. His body lying next to hers had her a little distracted. There was a slight part of her that wanted him so bad it was hard to stay focused. It had been a while for her, and they had been fighting off so much sexual tension between them that this was just torture.
She thought Jayon could tell that her body was calling for him to do something. It seemed like only fifteen minutes into the movie, his hand began to slowly rub her thigh. She had told Jayon previously that made her weak, to feel a slow and light rub pretty much anywhere on her body was all it took to get her hormones going. She tried to ignore it, for fear that all Jayon would do if she acknowledged it was come to his senses and talk them out of it, like he usually did.
After a few more minutes she was starting to believe that Jayon, too, was ready. Neither of them was paying much attention to the movie; they were paying much more attention to each other’s body language. He continued to caress her thighs and monitor how her body responded to his touch. His hand reached lower and lower, and it was pretty clear that neither one of them was any longer watching the movie. She began to squirm some, moving her leg so he could know that she was completely receptive to what he had been doing.
Once he was sure that she liked his touch, he reached over and started to kiss her neck. She didn’t know what it was about the way Jayon kissed her neck, but it took her from level 5 to level 10 in seconds. Ever since the first time they’d fooled around, he had done that neck thing, and he had given her a new hot spot. After a few moments of letting her body respond to the seduction, she reached down and placed her hand on his belt buckle. She wanted to see his reaction, and she was surprised he didn’t say or do anything. She started to slowly unbuckle his belt. He didn’t stop her, he didn’t slow down, and he didn’t say a word.
In one movement she had his belt open, and she went to unzip him. As she reached into his pants, she felt his lower body pull back for a second. She slowed down, and then she felt him slowly relax again. She reached in and massaged him through his boxers. His erect penis jumped around to show its excitement.
By now Jayon’s mouth had made its way down her neck and to her breasts. She slowly got up and also began removing his pants. This was usually around the time that one of them would stop the party, but neither of them did this time. Jordan didn’t really know what to do next. The next thing she knew, she felt Jayon helping her get undressed. She didn’t expect this.
Her mind started to panic all of a sudden. Is this really about to happen? Once this happens, we can’t go back. In between each thought, she could also hear her hormones having thoughts of their own. They wanted Jayon, and they wanted him bad. They had withheld temptation too long, and it had been months with no nookie, so her body was ready for some action.
Within moments, Jayon had her pants off and was kissing lower and lower. Her body was going wild. She didn’t have any more thoughts of hesitation; her thoughts were just the opposite—she was eager and anticipating what was to come. He kissed lower until he reached her jewel. He slowly began to lick her there and her body jerked back on the couch. He was passionately kissing her intimate parts, and the feeling was heightened by his thick, warm tongue. She silently moaned and panted, trying to hold in her screams. The pleasurable strokes of his tongue had her close to orgasm. As he felt her grow more excited, he grew more excited. He grabbed her ass and licked between her legs even harder. It was feeling so good, but she wanted more of him. She wanted all of him. She began to tug on his shirt for him to come on top of her.
“I want you,” she whispered.
She felt him slow down, and then he slowly crawled on top of her. Once he reached eye level, he looked at her and said, “You sure you ready for this?”
“I’m sure,” she replied, looking him right in his eyes.
She didn’t have to convince him. With one push, she felt him thrust through her tight walls. His eyes closed with satisfaction. He was inside of her, and all of her welcomed him. Before he started to pump his body in and out of her, they reveled in the moment for a split second. She felt him nestling on the inside of her, and they both took a deep breath of contentment. Then, slowly, he began stroking in and out of her. He kissed her and nibbled on her neck and ears as he made love to her. Her eyes were closed, but at one point she looked at him and his were, too. He opened them to check on her and she was looking at him, checking on him. They both seemed to be doing quite all right. He was going at a slow pace, allowing them to enjoy each and every moment of this first time.
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