Lawd, Mo' Drama

by McKinney, Tina Brooks

  Taking his dick into my mouth, I gently sucked it. It grew as he grabbed my head and held it in position. He was not forceful in his grasp, and I appreciated it. There was nothing I hated more than a man who tried to ram his dick down my throat, trying to meet my tonsils. He gently pressed his hips toward my mouth as I sucked deeper and deeper. When I thought he could not handle anymore and was about to spill his load, I got up and mounted him. I was so hot it did not take long before we both climaxed.

  Shaking, he lifted me off of him and said, “Damn.”

  “I’m sorry. I lost control,” I said, feeling a tad embarrassed.

  “I ain’t mad at ya, but my whole body is tingling. Oh, I still want to hear about you and Sammie.”

  “Oh that wasn’t an excuse not to talk about it, because I want to. I just got distracted,” I said with a smile.

  I grabbed the soap and a fresh washcloth and began to lather it as I started to speak.

  “I met Sammie through a friend I used to work with. Her name was Marie. She and Sammie had been friends for years when I met them. I couldn’t wait to meet her after hearing some of her hilarious stories from Marie.”

  “So, why haven’t I met Marie?” he said as I applied the lather to his chest, gently massaging his skin as I rubbed. My hand paused and for a moment I could not move it.

  “She was killed by her ex-boyfriend,” I replied sadly. “That’s another reason why I took Kentee’s threats so seriously.”

  “Damn, boo, I’m sorry,” he said. He took the washcloth from me and began washing my chest. He took his time over my ample breasts and sucked them; soap and all.

  “It was tough going for a while, and Sammie was the closest tie I had to Marie. Marie was a very special person; more like a caregiver. Everyone who knew her felt a special connection and she intuitively knew when you were in distress. She would call at the damndest times just to say hi, and it was usually during my darkest hours!”

  “Wow, she sounds really special,” he said, as the cloth traveled lower to my thighs. He turned me around and pushed down my shoulders so I was seated on the bench as he lifted up my legs and carefully washed them.

  “Sammie used to make her so mad, but she always wound up forgiving her. That was just how Marie was. She left behind two children. It was so sad. Her mother is raising the children, and I still try to visit them. Marie would have been so proud of them.”

  Coy was paying so much attention to bathing my pussy that I thought he was not interested in the story, so I stopped talking. He instantly looked up into my eyes.

  “Why did you stop?”

  “I thought I was boring you.”

  “Didn’t I say I wanted to hear it? I’m a cop; I can multi-task,” he said, winking.

  “Oh, okay. I didn’t know the hell Sammie had put Marie through because she didn’t tell me most of it. Sammie told me when we got together after the funeral. She bears a lot of weight on her heart because she believes Marie would still be here if she hadn’t been spending so much of her time worrying about Sammie’s drama.”

  “Oh, drama! This is getting better. Let’s get into the bed because my skin is starting to wrinkle,” he said, pulling me off my seat and pushing me out the shower door. We left huge puddles on the floor, but this was the type of water I didn’t mind cleaning up later.

  After drying off, we both raced to the bedroom and climbed under the covers. I hadn’t bothered turning on the heat. When I was firmly snuggled in his arms, I continued the story.

  “Sammie has a past that includes a drug-addicted, abusive husband. He moved her halfway across the country, away from her family and children.”

  “Wait, she left her kids for a man?” Coy asked in shock.

  “Yeah, but she was young and dumb, and I’m constantly discovering that there’s more to the story. Anyway, after they’d been in California for a while he started making her strip. She was scared and in love, so she did it. When she stopped earning the money he needed her to make, he started dancing. It was a real freak fest.”

  “Sounds like it,” he said, totally engrossed in the story.

  “Jessie started Sammie in a new career as a prostitute.”

  “Okay, you’re losing me now. I stretched my imagination to believe that someone would throw money at her for taking off her clothes, but now you want me to believe that someone would pay to do the naked nasty with her, too? Nope, I ain’t feeling that!”

  “Where’s your friend at now?” I asked.

  “Damn, I forgot all about him! I guess you’ve got a point. But I know my boy ain’t paying for it! Different strokes for different folks.”

  “I guess you could say Sammie can work that ass!” I giggled. “Just remember that I neither endorse nor criticize Sammie’s behavior. She’s driven by her own demons and, little by little, she’s filling in the gaps for me. Enough talking, it’s almost midnight and we both have to get up early tomorrow.”

  “Okay, boo. Turn over and press that fine booty against me so I can go to sleep. Good-night,” he said, kissing me on the forehead.

  Turning over, I nestled against his now firm dick. “You behave now. I don’t want to have to get back into the shower!”

  “I’ll be good. My johnson is just reacting to your warmth!”

  We fell asleep shortly, but my dreams were less than peaceful. I dreamed of Marie and made a vow to spend some time if I could with her mother and my godchildren. We still kept in touch by phone, but the way I was feeling required a personal visit.

  SAMMIE

  Oakland Cemetery was pitch black with no surrounding street-lights to illuminate the gates. I chose to drive and allow Greg some time to get into the moment. The roads leading down to the gates were void of moving traffic.

  Even though this was not the first time I had visited the graveyard at night, it was the first time I had taken a newbie. I usually reserved this special treat for my regular fuck buddies, but I was looking forward to turning Greg out on this sacred turf. I reached across the seat and grabbed his thigh to make sure he was still with me. I got out of the car and he followed me.

  “Dang, boo; you sure are quiet,” I said, knowing full well he was about to change his mind. I could identify with his fear, since I remembered my first time with reverence. As long as he didn’t haul ass off running, I was sure he would enjoy the experience as much as I would. The sounds of chirping crickets and other insects were the only noise we heard other than our breathing.

  “Wait here while I get what we need,” I said, popping the trunk. Inside I had blankets, a flashlight, and some mace. I always traveled prepared for my special games. I took variety in sex to a whole new level, and although I should have been ashamed, I wasn’t.

  Greg was in shape, so the uphill climb did not affect him. On the other hand, my big ass was struggling with every step. The only exercise I received was in my arms, moving from hand to mouth. I almost wanted to turn around, but I was so excited I had to see this through.

  “I’m still here, but I don’t think this is such a good plan. When you think about it, it’s sick and perverted. Don’t tell me you were just sitting around the house and said to yourself, ‘I wanna get laid in a graveyard’!”

  Laughing loudly, I said, “No, it wasn’t like that. I saw it on television, and haven’t been able to get it out of my mind.”

  “What the hell were you watching?” he mumbled under his breath.

  “What did you say?”

  “Nothing.”

  “I want to hear what you have to say when we’re done,” I said, smiling.

  Leah wanted to know why my men kept coming back, and I wanted to tell her but I didn’t want her to look at me differently. My secret: I brought adventure to fucking! Fucking was an art that I had perfected over the years. Sure, I still had sex, but when I wanted to be fucked, the script was written and directed by me. Greg was going to be my co-star that night. He had the proper equipment, and with a little training he would grab the Emmy. I was going aft
er my nut. If he didn’t get his before I got mine, shame on his ass! In this debut, first one across the finish line would be the winner!

  For a moment I reflected on what we were about to do. Maybe I am sick, I thought but dismissed the idea.

  “You ready?” I asked.

  “Uh…sure,” he said.

  “Don’t forget the bolt cutters,” I said, and he hurried back to the car to claim them. The bolt cutters were a bold move and something I had used before. In the past, admittance to the graveyard was often a problem. I didn’t know I would wind up there that night, but I kept them in the car just in case.

  “What did you bring them for? No one locks up the cemetery, because the residents aren’t going anywhere,” Greg said.

  “True but this is the hood! They lock everything. This is more to keep folks out than in.”

  I tried not to let him hear me huffing and puffing with each step, but he was probably in touch with all the neighboring sounds and I sounded like a freight train. I could tell he was afraid, and it just heightened my sexual attraction.

  At the entrance gate, I handed him the items I was carrying and held my hands out for the bolt cutters.

  “I can do it,” he said.

  “Nope. If we do get caught you can always claim you caught me breaking in and were taking me in for questioning.” I said.

  He shook his head. “Damn, where do you come up with this shit?”

  “I have a very active imagination.”

  “No shit,” he muttered, still shaking his head. I could not tell if he was trying to talk himself out of going through with it or if he was really starting to feel the vibe pulsating all around us. He looked on as I tried several times to cut the thick chain.

  I was a big woman and thought cutting a chain would be easy, but I forgot most of the muscles in my arms had been dormant for so long, they had forgotten their purpose. After struggling for over three minutes, I managed to snap the link and pushed the gate wide enough for us to enter.

  Once we were inside, I threw the chain back around the fence to make it appear secure at casual inspection. Even though it was pitch black in the yard I did not turn on the flashlight until we were several feet from the fence. I was holding on to Greg’s hand, and I could feel the tremors emanating from his body. This excited me even more, and I prayed he would make it to the gravesite I wanted to lie on.

  Fucking in a graveyard is exciting enough, but it takes that excitement to another level when you know who is buried beneath you. I was looking for the grave of my tenth grade sex education teacher. His name was Raymond Hunter, and he had been the source of many late-night masturbation sessions among the girls. I thought it was only fitting that he should squirm like I did when he talked about penetration and ovulation to us!

  Greg did not utter a word as I practically dragged him into the middle of the graveyard. I had gotten a map several months ago from the curator and knew exactly where I wanted to go. Greg’s hand had started sweating, and a few times it slipped from my grasp. Despite his misgivings, he continued to follow me.

  I finally located the site and was touched to see all the fresh flowers on the grave. After laying down the blanket, I took several of the roses and stripped them of their petals, tossing them on our blanket. I doused the light and walked toward Greg. My hands found him before he could flee, and I could tell from every taut muscle in his body that that was exactly what he was about to do.

  “I thought you weren’t a chicken shit,” I chided while running my hands up his muscular thighs. His body was good and tight. “You must work out!” I said, pressing my breasts against his chest. His lips were trembling as I gently nibbled on them. He grunted in response.

  I started unbuttoning his shirt, and he neither helped me nor stopped me. When the wide expanse of his chest was exposed I started trailing my tongue all over it. His taut nipples were pert and seemed to like the mixture of my hot breath and the cooling night temperature.

  I slid off his shirt; never taking my lips off his body. The shirt hit the blanket, and I used my foot to push it to the side. I didn’t want to be lying on his Phat Farm shirt when we finally connected. My hands traveled to his firm waist and below. His groan deepened. I toyed with his belt buckle, drawing out the moment when I would take down his pants.

  Suddenly I pushed him away, and he stumbled but did not fall. I took off my top and unhooked my bra, allowing my breasts to burst forth. Even though I could not see his facial expression, his eyes were undoubtedly glued to them. I lifted them up and as he bent forward I placed the left one in his mouth. His lips immediately closed around the nipple, but I withdrew it before he could really get into it.

  I took that same nipple and placed it in my own mouth, making greedy sucking sounds that had to be driving him wild. He reached out to touch me, and I smacked away his hand.

  “In time. In time,” I said.

  Carefully, I got down on my knees. The ground was hard and rocky underneath the blanket, but I was so intent on pleasing Greg that I hardly noticed. Again I grabbed his belt buckle; undoing it this time. He sucked in a deep breath as I unzipped his pants and eased them down his legs. I paused long enough to unlace his shoes and slide them from his feet; careful to pile his stuff together in case we had to get dressed in a hurry.

  I blew on his enlarged dick, and he let out the oxygen he had been holding as I stifled a laugh. He didn’t seem scared then. I shimmied out of my stretch pants and knelt naked before him. For a brief moment I turned on the flashlight so he would know where everything was, and then I quickly turned it off.

  Before he could move, I took him in my mouth, swallowing the entire thing. I wished I could have seen his face when I did it. It took years of practice to be able to take in a man of considerable size, and Greg’s size was nothing to scoff at. Inside my mouth he got larger and I fingered his balls to increase his pleasure.

  I massaged his butt cheeks with one hand, pulling him deeper into my mouth with the other. I could tell he was about to blow, and I didn’t want it to happen until I crossed the finish line. I abruptly removed my mouth and pulled him down on the ground.

  “Wow,” he said as I directed him to my special place. When he entered I automatically tightened up on his dick, catching him in a vise grip.

  “Oh God,” he moaned, and I increased the grip. When he pulled back, I sucked him in further. I could suck a marble off the floor with my pussy from two inches away, so he wasn’t going anywhere.

  I started moving my hips; preparing for my final approach. With each thrust I was getting closer to the finish line, and I held him firmly against me so he would not move and cause me to lose my momentum. I held him so tight it was a wonder he could breathe, but he did his part and kept pounding into my hot spot. We came together as he dropped his full weight on me. For added measure, I gripped his now softened dick twice more before I allowed him to roll off me.

  With this one act of sex I knew who was in control of our budding relationship. He looked like he was about to call his wife and tell her he was never coming home, but I didn’t want him for that. He would be good for getting rid of some frustrations, but I was not ready to get back into a steady romance. For the first time in my life I was having some fun, and I was not letting go of my freedom.

  “Damn, gurl!” he said when he was able to catch his breath.

  I chuckled. “Still think this shit is sick?”

  He slowly groped for his clothes. “Yeah, but I must admit that I enjoyed it!”

  I had forgotten that fear usually besieged me once I had gotten my nut but now it was nagging me to get the hell out of the graveyard! Greg was languid and taking entirely too long to get dressed! If he could have taken a nap, I think he would have.

  “Hey, look. We better move it. It doesn’t pay to stay here this long,” I said, already pulling at the blanket he was still sitting on. He jumped up like I had stung him and started helping me get my stuff. He led the way back to the car, a lot more confident t
hen when he first entered through the gates.

  We walked back as silently as we had come in, but the tone was different. All of a sudden he was acting cocky, and it turned me off. Both of us were locked into our own thoughts, and this made me a bit uncomfortable. I tossed the blankets back in the trunk and drove him back to Leah’s house.

  I remembered how abruptly we had left Leah’s house, and regrets began to seep in, ruining any sexual gratification I had initially felt.

  “Oh, God,” I moaned.

  “What’s wrong?” Greg asked.

  “What are we going to tell them?” I uttered.

  “Nothing. You just drop me off at my car and we drive away.”

  “You don’t want to go back in?”

  “For what? Knowing Coy, they’re getting busy anyway. You’re worrying about the wrong thing. Sammie, we’re grown and we don’t have to answer to anyone but God.”

  I was not sure I believed his easy answer to a delicate situation, but it was the only remedy I could think of. I would eventually tell Leah about my evening, as I was sure she would tell me about hers with Coy, but, for that night, I did not want to confess my sins.

  When we arrived at Greg’s car, he asked for my number and gave me a pager number to reach him. He still had not mentioned the fact that he was married, and I did not question him about it. I wanted to get away from him because I was suddenly feeling like a tramp. I cried all the way home. I wanted to stop the vicious cycle my life had become, but I simply didn’t know how.

  LEAH

  On Monday morning, I woke up with a start when I realized that the alarm did not go off. Coy and I had spent Sunday arranging furniture and making the new house into a home. We cleared out the remaining items in my old house, and I was officially moved in. To celebrate we made love in every room in the house, and I loved every minute of it. Of course, he ended up staying over again, and now I had overslept.

  “You can use the guest bathroom. There are towels somewhere but you’re going to have to find them yourself. I’ve got to find some clothes to wear.” I rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.