by Kilie Sams
“You sure you’re ok Kay?”
Why didn’t Becky call me Veronica like everybody else. Kay was such a common name. I had stopped paying attention to her, wasn’t sure what in god’s name she was taking about now. “Yea I’m aite, guess I’mma go sleep.”
“My offer still stands, I’ll bail on this chick if you want me to, laters”. She didn’t wait for a reply because she knew she wouldn’t get one. Becky knew me well. What was it with human desire. We either chase what we can’t have, what we shouldn’t have or run circles around the sun trying to attain what we know will never be ours deep down. Weakness, that’s it. Humans are weak strong in the flesh but weak in the heart and mind. Why men cheat, why women cheat, all sins of the flesh. I laid back, meditation, not really, more like contemplating. Groaning rubbing my neck and flexing my back I got up, you tube will be my friend. I googled my favourite poem and listened to a pretty brown girl with a kinky afro tell her secret of being a closeted freak. Is that me? Am I That girl? She’d never be that girl. But could I be content with being a back door whore, a girl on the side? Why?
When I’d have a man who I knew would in fact someday wife me? It’s hard to say you want something so much less. Like a fool giving up deep joy for shallow happiness.. simply because my body wanted it. Lust, it was the sin of my mind, why was I able to even fantasies the way I could, what kind of “gift” was that? Temptation, why was I yearning for him the way I was. What would I be earning? Nothing better than the ultimate joy. There was no complete happiness. I had to give something up before something got the best of me.
Hours passed. And there I was, sure I was going to fuck Bill. I stopped lying to myself. I refuse to feel guilty, many women act like they aren’t tigresses on the prowl for fresh dick. Well I’m a woman and woman who will not be chained to judgment and stereotyping.
Chapter 6
The Taste of Success
Veronica
Jonathan wasn’t home. Most nights he wasn’t when the news hit, he wasn’t. Like when the incursion took place, I’d worried, he’d been excited. He wanted to write the best story ever. And I understood the desire, I wanted to write the best poem ever. We had that artsy thing in common. We didn’t agree on everything like his taste in music versus mine or the way he dressed sometimes but he had been, “My forever and always from the beginning” That was a line from a poem I wrote about him, it stuck it soothed my need for a description. What was I going to do? I’d been so sure I was going to spend the rest of my life with him. And now I wasn’t? I am driving myself crazy going back and forth with him about this.
I went to work. Evening came. The haunting hadn’t ceased it hadn’t gotten any better. This was beyond me. I had been having severe lower back pains; I assumed it was from either sitting with poor posture or from standing too long over Sophia. Days had passed since I agreed to be Bill’s sub and the only sexual action between us had been when he publicly humiliated me at my own will I the closet at Ray’s, though no one knew what was happening a part of me, the part that thought, was still embarrassed. It was all a part of the game. It was time to pull up my socks and start playing hard ball. I was going to make him want me as much as I wanted him.
We spoke often, every night at around 7:30 pm he called, sitting over his microwaved meal and reading the day’s old news. We talked about anything and everything as long as it was something worth talking about, everything except what had happened and sex. Typical I thought, once again he was forcing me to make the first move, did he just think I was a desperate girl who knew nothing about sex and was dying to give away my virginity? But the truth must have been translucent if not transparent. I was desperate, but only for him. My body had given me no choice, it reflected, in the way I felt and in the way I acted; and in the way I had begun to treat Jonathan.
“My back feels as if it’s getting worse though, I think I’ll look up a chiropractor in the yellow pages or something to have it looked at.”
“What part of your back?” he couldn’t hide the genuine concern as much as he tried to play bore of my tactics, if only they really were though, my back was really fucked up. “It’s mostly the lower part, really really lower, my extreme lower back” I heard him coughing as if he was choking on his grilled chicken breast and potato salad of the night. I quietly laughed to myself; he thought I was being perverted.
“Bill I’m serious, that was not a joke, it really does hurt, and it’s been hurting for a while now.”
“Ok, ok my bad, but maybe you should get it looked at, if it’s that bad.”
“Ya, maybe Becky can recommend somebody, other than the lesbian masseuse from Handover she met at a bar.” Becky was always trying to mix me with her gay friends. I told her over and over again, I don’t swing that way.
“Masseuse?” He paused, my heart skipped a beat, was that a pang of jealousy or something? This call was just getting better, a girl loves to know when a man is jealous of her in the arms of another man, or woman in this case, since Becky was so determine.
“Ya, a masseuse though I already told you both I’m not gay, and I don’t like women...”
“If you wanted a massage you could’ve just said so Veronica, rather ask politely and I’d be happy to help you out.” DING!!! The alarm bell went off in my head, kill two birds with this enormous bolder I suppose? This was it; he’d played right into my hands. My nipples became the eyes that reflected the smiley face my heart was making. Or so I thought. A woman still had to play hard to get, but I knew Bill was way too serious despite wanting me, I decided against it and jumped at the opportunity since he offered. “Sure I’d love a massage from you, you do have strong hands” I chimed into the receiver. He was silent, and then he cleared his throat. Minutes, “Bill?” The line hadn’t gone dead.
“I’m not sure we have an understanding. I don’t recall offering you a massage.”
What?! I was dumbfounded. Is this man a psycho? Was he losing it?
“But, you just said…”
“I just said you should ask for a massage.”
I sighed oh, the game, does it ever stop?
“Sir, may I please have a message from your lovely hands?” I asked in my most approved puppy face and baby voice, despite him not being aware of my expression.
“You know better than to sass me Veronica, but it’s late and I’m tired, it was a long week.” He exaggerated a yawn I noted; hmm maybe he did have a humorous side. “You can come over tomorrow I guess, at about midday. I’ll text you the directions from Ray’s.”
Thank God he hadn’t said from my house because then a different ding would’ve gone off. I’d been careful to ensure he never knew where my house was, after all my house wasn’t just a house. It was a home. Me and Jonathan’s home. I quickly accepted before I second guessed what I’m sure I was about to do. “Ok, I’ll see you tomorrow”, we hung up. I was elated, I was finally ready to pull out the big guns and show him what I was made of. Tomorrow would change everything. For better and possibly for worst. There would be release of my body and hopefully an ease on my mind.
Chapter 7
Bill
Veronica was due any minute now. She had told me she was on Topaz Crescent and that was only one turn and three blocks away from my building. It had been five minutes and she wasn’t walking. For the first in a very long time I was nervous, almost doubtful of my own sexual skills, almost. I had so many thoughts in my head I forgot that she was only coming for a massage, not to my play room.
Despite the sexual tension I was anticipating between us, I don’t think she was ready to submit to me yet, she knew all there was to know, but mentally I knew she was nothing but the novice she really was. She had surprised me by following complete details when I had instructed her to go to Ray’s and she sucked me clean in the closet, but sex with me would be different. Submitting to me will be different. I was apartment 23. The knocking on the door brought me back to the present as my anticipated future inched closer and closer. She’d been st
anding in my door way in baggy baby blue denim and a red stripped baby tee. My dick awoke from its short lived slumber. How was it possible that a woman clad in such unrevealing clothing had aroused me? It was simple, it was Veronica. She’d been wearing her innocence full force and her eyes had made me even harder.
“Welcome to my humble home.” I jeered her letting her in to examine my loft.
“Why thank you Sir,” she said in a mimicking British accent and stepped in.
She walked to center of the living room and slowly turned looking around; absorbing the manliness yet stylish design the red brick walls and scattered paintings gave the place. She’d focused on one specific piece a duplicated version of Vermeer’s 1666 ‘The Art of Painting’. She studied it and moved on, shyly smiling, to the sofa and the 54” flat screen. I knew what she was wondering. I never watch T.V. She pointed to it and raised her left eyebrow.
“I know, I’m still 100% man, I’ve owned if not own, almost every piece of technology you can think of, even if I don’t use them.”
“Ahh” is all she said, and plopped down in my lazy boy and kicked her feet up, petite feet I thought. It was my turn to raise a brow. I’ve ever seen this side of her, I liked it. Another new side to the woman I had been planning to play like an instrument with my pianist hands.
“What I have a bad back! I like to be comfortable so I forget about the pain” she laughed and got up. “Bathroom? I’d like to get more comfortable, I hate wearing belts” she said pulling up her blouse hem exposing a little of bare flesh of her belly, my breath caught in my throat.
She innocently showed me her belt. I hadn’t noticed her bag. I think I noticed everything but the bag. The way her baby hair came down the side of her face making a semi-circle as it curled in front of her ear. The small lining of fine hair leading up to her navel, no belly ring but a belly button I thought was deep enough to feed water to a family.
“Down the hall to the left.” Is all I managed, as I studied her physical.
She had better not come out in lingerie. Her back would never get better if I attacked her on my living room floor. My aggression plus the floor didn’t sound like a good remedy to a bad back. Carpet or no carpeting I’d fuck her so hard I’d rub her out to nothing between myself and the floor. I paced and waited, imagined her in my spacious black and white bathroom undressing exposing herself taunting me, dancing moving her body ever so slowly, and I listened closely until I heard the door creek open. Moment of truth number one.
The moment I saw her I had to turn my back to her, I headed straight for the kitchen, darted for the kitchen. I was solid hard... Granite hard... Diamond hard... Veronica was too beautiful, too sexy, too fucking appealing for her own good. I'd never considered taking it by force until now. Would it be rape? I’d plea my case well. I didn’t lure her, or did I? Was I subconsciously planning my attack for today? My mind had gotten so crazy I didn’t follow it so well. I couldn't ruin this. I counted the Mississippis in my head until my dick was semi hard, that's the best I could do for now. She changed, looked like she intended to be in my space for a while. I was man enough. I was going to deal with it.
She had been wearing a short plaid pink, blue and yellow spaghetti strapped house dress that didn't require a bra, its torso fitting to her curves and flaring from the waist band down. The hair on the back of my neck grew stiff as my blood ran hot and straight to my dick. I had never seen so much of her skin. Her legs weren't given the mercy they deserved until now. She'd shaved them, maybe waxed then. They looked impeccably smooth, spotless running up slender to voluptuous thighs. Her breast almost straining in her top. I wanted to set them free. One Mississippi, two Mississippi, breath in, breath out, three Mississippi, four
I tore my eyes away from her legs, from her breast, and refused the urge to look into her eyes. A short look at her face, she looked victorious. Bitch. Two can play this game, my ego sufficed to calm my dick. No woman had such control over me. None ever would, much less a novice! How dare her play the temptress? And then act so naïve to my thirst? Two can play at this, I'll not stop until she kings me or someone screams uncle. I'm sure it won't be me, a crown sounds pretty damn good. I smile at her, devilishly, she had no idea what she was in for.
"So, where are we gonna do this?" She asked, almost sounding like a cheap prostitute wondering, car or bushes, table or chair, not that I knew much about prostitutes. But it came to mind none the less. I curved the thought at her ever giving her body so willingly and not for the right reason or to the right person.
"Oh, you probably don't want to be in my bed so soon, but we have no option it’s the third door on the left, I'll lead the way”. So soon? I could smell her pussy begging me to fuck her, I imagined it. Imagined her talking pleading the way she did at Ray’s on her knees looking into my eyes. Abandoning her bag on the floor by the lazy boy, I lead her down the hall to my decoy bedroom; just a simple room, with a dresser, boring bed and night table, against pale blue walls a few things hanging in the open closet. She looked around and said nothing.
"Ok so lay on the bed and I'll go get you a towel to cover with" and I left leaving the door ajarred.
Chapter 8
Veronica
Bill's place was cosy, welcoming, but desperately needed the touch of a woman, for a small moment I pictured being the woman. Would I be but a toy if I moved in, would I be a trophy just like the flat screen? I compared it to me on Jonathans place reluctantly, I preferred our place. . I admired his taste differently; he was a mixture of hardcore, woods and artistry. There was so much I didn’t know about him, like his favourite colour, I vaguely remember him saying it was green, but men tended to think one thing and do another, I’d never seen him in a green shirt. I resisted the urge to go to his closet and inhale his sent, the sheets didn’t smell like him either, they smelt fresh of detergent and fabric softener.
I had purposefully chosen this dress because I knew it was short enough to keep him guessing, but wanting. And the material was perfect to expose hard nipples. Good choice Veronica, I gave myself a mental pat on the back, and waited for him to return. Lying in the middle of the bed. He'd looked so appetizing. In a navy blue sweat pants with symmetrical white stripes going down the sides and a white round neck t-shirt. I imagined his dick swinging around in full force beneath the mess lining I assumed his pants had. He didn't see a thing coming.
***
Bill
I walked in and there she was, in the middle of the bed laying face down. I could've done whatever I wanted to her, whatever I wanted. And lord knows I wanted to do so many things to such a feminine body. Veronica was well rounded.
“Do you want the towel?”
“No that’s ok. I’d only use if it I were naked”
I must have been losing my mind, how could just the word naked sound so utterly dirty. The words been used in so many ways. Stop stalling Bill and get your ass in there
“You don’t mind me seeing your underwear? Aren’t you a brave s...” I had begun slowly pulling her dress up over her hips, to access her back, and exposing her bare ass. Veronica was ultimately playing with fire. And by fire I meant the tingling sensation in my balls. I wanted to spill my seeds all over her ass. It was, scrumptious looking, I wanted to take a big bite out of it and sink my teeth slowly into her. Was this girl fucking mad? I’m sure she’d heard when my heart stopped beating and rebooted coming back in a race, pounding against my sternum. I stood. I was too close to my limit. Then I locked it away, picked up my favourite KY Jelly and proceeded her massage admiring the glistens of her moisten skin against the white linen bed spread. A body like this did not belong in this bed, in this room. I slowly circled my thumbs deeply between the dips that were her back dimples. Circling it I could feel the tension there, a knot. She really did have a problem, my massage couldn’t help.
Slowly, transfixed I rubbed the jelly into her skin slowly, circularly and firmly; bringing my hands back and forth between her mid back and ass crack. Her ass had be
en too tempting. Reapplying jelly to my hands and some on the lower back I massaged her across her lower back, to the sides and down to her thighs, avoiding her ass cheeks as to not feel too guilty. I listened to her soft moans, and when my index finger slowly grazed the back of her knee she stirred, exposing a little of her cunt. And I’d lost the battle of the day.
Succumbing to temptation, I slowly worked the lubricant into her ass, massaging her bottom feeling her flesh in my palms, groping her. She was so relaxed, almost as if she were asleep. She felt just as good as she looked. Slowly I parted her legs. Her pussy was even better looking than her ass was. There was her plumped pearl, waiting for me, clit peeking through puffy lips. I’d slowly used my most moist finger to rub her exposed clit. Slowly, tracing up the fold to her entrance. All I needed to do was part her lips and all her rivers would run from inside her, she had been too wet. Licking my finger, once, then twice, I savoured her. I had to have her, and now.
***
Veronica
There it was, his final moment of weakness. I laid in his bed, relaxed, thinking to myself. This is it. I was moaning softly as he rubbed my clit and sucked my flavour from his finger like a three year old licking his finger after dipping it in the honey jar. I felt him, fighting himself, and then his mouth was on me. He straddled me back turned to mine and buried his face in my pussy. This is what it was like? Without my own permission my body began gyrating on his face. He’d part my lips and nested his tongue between them, slowly I rode it, basking in the ripples of pleasure as he alternated between such actions, sucking my clit and forcing his tongue as deep as he could. He continued and continued until finally my thighs clenched his face and I exploded onto and into his mouth... I laid there unable to move, I had never experienced an orgasm as intense. I felt drained. But obviously he was just getting started. The pain in my back was nowhere to be found.