Schooled

by Deena Bright

  “What do you mean ‘first Briggs, now Leo’?” I shrieked, “There’s nothing going on, with either of them.” She was clearly losing her mind. She knew how to get to me.

  “Janelle, did you not see how that boy, that man, was staring at you? I felt like I was about to be in a threesome. All that pent up sexual tension.” She was delusional. No doubt about it. I wasn’t about to stand there and argue my point. When she was in this mood, there was no reason to; she was way too stubborn at times.

  “Whatever. Let’s go; we’re gonna be late for our appointments.” I wasn’t going to talk anymore about this. I’d wanted to tell her about my texts with Briggs last night, but since this Leo business, I couldn’t give her any more ammunition to shoot at me. She’d be so disappointed that I didn’t invite Briggs over to share my garden tub bubble bath. She would’ve. Maybe I should’ve.

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  At the spa, we both decided to have a 60-minute hot stone massage, an exfoliating facial, a seaweed body wrap, and eyebrow and lip waxings. I hadn’t told her, but I was planning on using Marcus’ credit card for everything. I figured that he’d realize soon enough that he needed to cancel it and get another one. I might as well have fun with it while I could. He and Lauren owed it to me. Man, did they owe me, owed me more than anyone in my life had ever owed me before. Char asked the technicians if there was enough time for us to both get Brazilian waxes.

  “There is no way in God’s name I am getting waxed there!” She was crazy. I was not about to spread-eagle and let some stranger pour hot wax all over my…my…stuff.

  The tech said that there would be plenty of time for Brazilians for both of us. Char took me off to the side of the counter, around the corner of the lobby. “Listen, Nelle, you need to do this. You’ll love it. Plus, it’s time you heightened some of your sexual prowess.” Sexual prowess? What was she talking about it? I had a very active sex drive and told her so.

  “Not drive honey, your ‘go get ‘em’. You need to feel a little sexier, so you don’t miss blatant opportunities right in front of you. Opportunities with hot, willing black men. Brazilians make me so horny, I want to jump on the first guy I see after I get ‘em, and I usually do.” I didn’t need to lose all of my hair to feel hot. I felt hot enough, at least horny enough. I supposed I could use a little more help in the vixen department. “Plus, you know that the young girls that Briggs is banging are all getting Brazilians; they all get ‘em now.” She knew that I hated feeling old. She was playing the old card to get me to do what she wanted. I hated that she knew me so well. Too well.

  I told her that I’d think about it, which cheered her up. Char loved feeling like she was conspiring to get me to do something that I wouldn’t normally do. She loved bringing out the naughty in me. She usually did too. As she was getting her credit card out to pay her portion of our spa treatments, I stopped her. “Hey Char, today’s pampering is on Marcus.” I wiggled his credit card at her. She immediately changed our 60-minute massages to 90 minutes, and added body salt glow scrubs to our daily packages. Then, Char told the receptionist to also add a bottle of champagne and strawberries to the bill. We laughed as we handed the receptionist Marcus’ American Express card. It was freeing and liberating. Right before the receptionist swiped the card, I agreed to the Brazilian wax. What the hell…

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  “It hurt like hell.” I was yelling at her in the cab on the way home. My stuff was on fire. Very fucking painful.

  “Well of course it hurt, you dumbass. They ripped hair from your crotch and asshole. Did you think it was going to feel good?” The cab driver glanced at us in the rearview mirror. I shushed her. She just laughed. She had a point, but I had no idea how bad it would hurt. Like hell. I wasn’t about to tell her that it may have hurt, but she was right, I felt as sexy as shit. It was soft, smooth, cleaned, groomed, so ready, just waiting… Char knew things. She knew things that I should know.

  We were both a little tipsy, no not tipsy, crazy drunk. One bottle of champagne, led to two, which led to a couple glasses of wine. All compliments of Marcus. We left Char’s car at the spa and were in a cab on our way back to Jasper’s pool house, my new home. Char asked the cab driver to drop her off at this guy’s house she was currently seeing. She felt that he needed to sample her new sexy self. I couldn’t believe she was seeing someone and hadn’t told me. “I only tell you about them when they’re going beyond the bedroom.” So clearly this guy was a bedroom-only boy. Char and her men, I couldn’t keep them straight, but she sure had fun. More fun than I ever had.

  As the cab pulled into the driveway, there was a car in the driveway. I didn’t recognize the car, but I recognized the man on my front porch. Briggs. As I got clumsily out of the car, he walked up to me. He asked if I was okay, and reached for his wallet. I wasn’t about to let him pay for my cab too. I owed him so much already.

  “Briggs no, I got this.” I was fumbling through my purse, looking for my wallet. I was still looking when the cab started backing out of the driveway; he’d already paid. “I wanted to pay.” It came out like a school-girl whine. I sighed, and said, “Thanks again. What’re you doing here?”

  “I got your text.” Huh? What text? I looked at my phone. There was a text from Black Fantasy:

  I’m here. Waiting. I scrolled back up through the conversation. I’d invited him over. Damn it Char! Thankfully, she did not say anything skanky or promise anything. She just said that I was on my way home and would love to see him. She gave him Jasper’s address. I didn’t know how to tell him that it wasn’t me. If I told him that, then he’d know that my friend knew about him, about what happened. He’d know that I had been talking about him, thinking about him. He knew anyway, supposedly, I’d just invited him over. Char!

  He followed me to the front door. I noticed that Leo had come back and started the weeding. Leo was a nice kid. I was glad he was doing our yard. Jasper’s yard. But now, Briggs was here. How was I going to get out of this? He helped me unlock the door. Briggs was always helping me unlock doors. He must think that I am some kind of idiot. I really could open my own doors, but when he was around, I got flustered and unsure of myself. We walked into the pool house. I showed him around. Short tour. “I’d offer you something to eat or drink, but I don’t have anything here yet.” He wasn’t talking. He was just staring at me. Those eyes. “Hey, give me a sec, I’m gonna go change. These clothes are gross from the spa.” I left the room.

  I needed to change quickly. I took off my clothes. It was shocking. I didn’t have any hair, anywhere. I touched myself. It was smooth, very soft. I tingled. Great. Not good for the fire I was trying to extinguish. I threw on some jeans, a tight tank top, and brushed out my hair. My skin was flushed and glowing , soft from the treatments. I felt…I felt…good. I looked good. No, not good. I felt and looked sexy. Char was always right.

  Chapter Seven

  I walked back into the small living room and Briggs was drinking a beer on the couch. I didn’t have beer. I saw that he had a 12-pack on the coffee table. “Do you always travel with beer?” He smiled, opened another one, and handed it to me. I spun the can around in my hand, taking a quick drink, grateful for something to do.

  “Nah, I’d just picked it up when you texted me. I was heading over to my buddy, Vince’s, place,” he said, taking a drink, not taking his eyes away from me. “I detoured and came here. I’m sure it’ll be more fun here than playing Madden at Vince’s.” His gaze was lustful and indicating so much. I sipped the beer, slowly. I hated beer; the taste was bitter. However, it was cold, very cold, and I suddenly felt very hot. When Briggs was around, the temperature in the room seemed to sky-rocket. I couldn’t try and deny this much longer. Briggs stood up and started walking toward me. Oh God. I took a giant drink of my beer and nearly gagged when I gulped it down. He laughed, “Why Miss Garrity, you seem a little nervous.” That cocky son of a bitch…

  “Nope, not nervous at all. Why would I be nervous?” My voice betrayed me. It caught in my
throat, showing my unease. Briggs knew that I couldn’t resist him. I bet there wasn’t a woman out there who could resist this man.

  He stopped right in front of me. He was standing as close to me as he could get without actually touching any part of my body. “Janelle,” he said in his raspy whisper, “I can’t stop thinking about you. You ‘re the sexiest, most sensual woman I’ve ever known. My body and mind won’t rest until I taste and touch every part of you.” He still wasn’t touching me, but he noticed me. He watched as my chest rose and fell, as my breasts heaved, and as my breath caught and released. I didn’t know how to respond, what to do. I licked my lips slowly. That was all the encouragement he needed. He grabbed me and pulled me into him.

  He stopped, pausing, looking into my eyes, bending me slightly backward, waiting. I sighed and nodded. I couldn’t resist. How could I? His lips met mine. A moan escaped his mouth, I pushed my tongue further into his mouth, exploring his tongue, teeth, and lips. My tongue pulled his deeper into my mouth. I was sucking his tongue, mimicking what I would do if his penis were in my mouth. He groaned and pushed his pelvis into mine. I could feel his enlarged, hardened cock straining to get out of his pants. He kissed my neck, licking my ear and collar bone. In one swift motion, he removed my tank top. I stood there in just my bra and jeans.

  He stood back and just looked at me. Was he admiring me? He took a deep breath and came back to me, his hands on my breasts, covering them with his strong, large hands. He squeezed them, pushed them together, and kissed the tops of them, licking the flesh. He whispered “gorgeous” as he kneaded and rubbed them more. He dipped his tongue further into my bra, just slightly touching my hardened nipple.

  He eased me back onto the couch. I watched as he quickly took off his clothes, all of them. He stood in front of me, naked, beautiful, and so large and ready. I had only been with two men, none of them as large, as gorgeous, and as perfect as this man. My breathing increased. I licked my lips again. He unbuttoned my jeans and took off both my underwear and jeans in one movement. He moved up my body, quickly, urgently, and began trying to thrust himself between my legs. He was thrusting his penis, pounding at the opening of my vagina. What the Hell? He lost me. I lost all concentration. What the Hell was he doing? Did he forget I was in this too?

  I laid there, using my vaginal muscles to restrict him for further probing; he wasn’t getting anywhere in there. I stared at him, perplexed, figuring this all out. Finally, he looked at me, noticed my changed expression and desire-less mood. He slowed down. Slowed some more, and finally stopped.

  He looked hurt, confused. “What’d I do wrong?” He was putting on his underwear and t-shirt. I grabbed my own shirt and underwear and put them on. “I’ll just go.” He got up and started across the room.

  “Briggs, don’t go. Ummm,” I didn’t know what to say or even how to say it. “Did you forget I was here?” There wasn’t an easy way to tell someone that he sucked in bed and seemed clueless.

  “Whatta ya mean? I was doing what I do. I thought you were into it.” He looked hurt. Maybe even a little angry.

  “I was. I so was. More than I have been in a long time. But then, ya just lost me and gave up on me.” He still looked a little baffled, pacing the living room.

  It took some time and some convincing, but Briggs confessed to me that he didn’t think he’d ever pleased a woman. He said that he got a lot of women, many women, too many women to go to bed with him, but they never seemed satisfied or acted like they wanted a repeat performance. They all seemed into it and turned on, wet and ready, but once he entered them, they didn’t respond or react well. He admitted that once he knew it was a sure thing, that he just went straight for it, not stopping until he was finished. For a while, he thought that maybe he was too big and that he was hurting women. He’d ask them, but they all said there wasn’t any pain.

  “You told me tonight that you wanted to taste every inch of me. You didn’t come close to that.” He looked embarrassed and shy, not like the Briggs I was used to.

  “I just get carried away. I wanted to be inside you. So bad.” His eyes flashed with desire and want; it made me tingle again.

  “I wanted you there too. I really wanted you there, but you made promises you didn’t keep.” I walked over to him. He seemed nervous. This was a switch. “I think you want to keep those promises, don’t you?” I couldn’t believe I was talking to him like this.

  “Yes Ma’am.” Ma’am? Alright, I liked this a little more.

  “Now Briggs, there are times when teachers drop their curriculum to teach something worldly and worthy for a moment.” I walked toward him, running my finger under the collar of his shirt. “They’re called teachable moments. This is a teachable moment,” I said, placing my finger on his lips. “I’m going to teach you how to make a woman come, how to make her beg for you, how to make her cry for more,” I said, getting closer to him, rubbing my body against him. Whispering in his ear, I said, “You like the sound of that, don’t you?” Who was I? I wasn’t sure, but I knew I liked it. I liked this kind of control.

  “Yes, yes please.” The tables had suddenly turned. Did I have any clue what I was talking about? Well, I certainly knew what I liked and what made me feel good.

  I laid down on the couch again, beckoning him to me. I licked my lips, signaling him to kiss me again. We began kissing. He stood up, and started taking off his shirt again, I shook my head. “I’ll take that off when I’m ready, if I’m ready.” He left his shirt on, standing above me, looking down at me.

  I sat up and took off my shirt. I lifted my hips and took my underwear off again. I laid naked before him. This was going to be the best lesson I’d ever taught. He reached for me. I shook my head. “Briggs, don’t touch me.” His eyes widened.

  I placed my own hands on my breasts. His breath caught in his throat; he licked his lips. I began to circle my nipples between my fingers, staring into his eyes. His eyes clouded with lust. I moaned; he knelt down next to me. He started moving in closer to my breasts, his tongue darted out of his mouth. I stopped him. “If you touch me before I tell you to do so, then your private lessons are over.” He groaned and sat back on his heels.

  I continued tweaking my nipples. I allowed him to suck and tongue one nipple, then the other. I stopped him abruptly. I could see the frustration in his eyes and hear it in his breathing. I spread my legs apart. I gyrated my hips and sucked one of my fingers into my mouth. I trailed my dampened finger down my chest, over my stomach, and down to my lips. I opened my lips, letting him see. I put one finger inside of me. Briggs adjusted his cock, rubbing it slightly. I shook my head, “This isn’t about you Briggs, don’t touch it again.” Oh. My. God. I couldn’t believe I was doing this in front of a man, a former student.

  I traced my finger around my clit. “See, I didn’t touch my clit. I’m teasing myself, prolonging the pleasure. Are you experiencing pleasure right now?” His breathy, nearly inaudible “yeah” turned me on even more. “Briggs, I want you to kiss my feet and suck my toes as I pleasure myself. Can you do that?”

  He didn’t answer me. He was kissing my feet, rubbing and kneading the bottoms of each foot. I put another finger inside of my vagina; I was soaking wet. He was watching me intently. I took my finger out of my vagina and put it into my mouth, licking it dry. Briggs squirmed on the ground next to me, lightly biting my toes. “Do you want to taste me?”

  He started to move closer to my thighs, to move in between them; I closed my legs. “I said taste, not eat. I’ll feed you.” Again, he sat back on his heels. I put my finger inside me once again, I stroked it in and out, assimilating a fucking motion, while I allowed my hips to meet each thrust. I could see the desire and want in his eyes. I took my finger out and put it up to his lips, and said, “Slowly.”

  Briggs slowly stuck his tongue out and licked my finger, then sucked the entire finger into his mouth, never stopping the kneading massage of the soles of my feet. I was on fire. I was going to come. I was ready. “Briggs, you
’re gonna make me come, and I want you to feel it, really feel what happens. You’ll never have to wonder again if you’ve satisfied a woman.”

  I had Briggs put one finger inside my vagina, and I even put my big toe in his mouth. I told him that he wasn’t permitted to suck my toe or move his finger, at all. He needed to feel how my body reacted to my orgasm to fully understand the effects of a climax. He stared into my eyes as I began to use light circular motions on my clit. I stroked my clit around and around, looking into his eyes. They were blazing with desire. He whimpered, “Janelle.” and I let go. My orgasm shook through my body. I could feel the muscles of my vagina squeezing his finger, pulsating on it. I felt my toes curl on his tongue, forcing him to suck it deeper into his mouth. His eyes widened. He didn’t move or say anything. He let me experience the entire orgasm. Panting, and exhausted, I looked at him, he was staring at me in awe.

  He started to talk, but I stopped him, “That was wonderful.”

  He smiled, “You’re wonderful. You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.” He crawled closer to me. He kissed me. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me down on the floor, onto his lap. I could feel his hardened, strained penis through his jeans. He was so sexy. I wanted to let him fuck me right then, but I liked these new roles. I liked teaching him control and patience. We kissed deeper and longer, and when he started rubbing my breasts, I stopped him.

  “Briggs, I think you need to get going,” I stated, using my authoritative teacher voice. “I really enjoyed tonight’s lesson. I expect to see you again soon to practice what you learned tonight and to continue further.” He chuckled and shook his head.

  “You’re making me go home like this?” He pointed to his jeans, his straining cock.

  “I think you were going to leave me in the same condition earlier, and I would’ve had to take matters into my own hands. I suggest you do the same.” Smiling, I threw his shirt at him and walked to the front door. Opening it, I said, “sweet dreams darling.”