by Pynk
“She did say that. But my own mamma and poppa should be around to see their only child finally getting married.”
“Finally? You make it sound like you’re forty.”
“Sometimes it feels like I’m way past forty. Almost like I’m an old maid with no kids. My mamma had me at the age of eighteen. The Sanchezes come from a long line of big families. My grandmamma had ten kids. But my mamma only had me, and then they came to the States and never had more babies. They were way too busy with the Sanchez restaurants.” She watched her employees hustle in the main room.
“Valencia, you’ll grow up with our kids just fine. You’ve been busy with your career for a while, but not like they were. You’ve got time.”
“I know, but that was my parents’ problem. I wanna make sure I’m not like them. That restaurant was their first love, if you ask me. They didn’t take the time to keep an eye out and give the attention where it was needed. That time is irreplaceable. You won’t catch me doing that when we have kids.”
“That’s good to know. Look, I know all of this brings up those deep-down feelings. But I’m here for you. You got that?”
She stood up straight. “Thanks. I’ve got it. I’m good. You know what? Yeah, come on by, baby.”
“Okay. When?”
She checked the gold Movado watch Gregory had bought her. “How about in a couple of hours? I need to take care of some stuff here. You know, go over the books once everyone leaves.”
“That’ll be midnight.”
“Is that okay?”
“I guess in the morning I could just head to my staff meeting from your house. I’ll see you in a little while, then.”
“Okay.”
“Bye, baby. Love you.”
“Love you.” Valencia hung up and went into her small office near the back door. Taking hold of her satchel and sweater, she spoke to her assistant manager, who was walking by. “Hey, listen, I’m headed out. You got this?”
“I do,” the fifty-something woman said. “No problem.”
Valencia told her, “Cool. See you tomorrow.” She darted out of the back door and hopped into her truck. She pressed Miki’s name and waited, then had a horny conversation with Miki’s voice mail in her best feline tone.
Ay, Mami. I’m calling to see if I can come over tonight and slide underneath your covers and suck on your clit a little bit, ummmmh. Lickie-lickie, suckie-suckie. Hssssssh, ummmmh, I can taste you now. I’ve been feenin for you. I just wanna bury my face between those juicy thighs and just lick your fat, wet, kitty kitty. Ummmmh, it tastes so good. I wanna wrap my tongue around that clit and just pull on it softly until you moan uncontrollably, ummmmh, and suck your sweet juice right outta you, every bit of it. Uummmh. And then I’ll stick my finger inside until you come on my finger like it’s a dick—and nut on my face at the same time. Then I’ll start all over, turn you over, and suck the front of that pussy from the back a ya. Yes. Call me.
Valencia hung up with an impatient clit erection in her damp panties, and dialed again. And again. And again. And again. Finally she heard, “Hello.”
“Hey.”
Miki said, talking fast, “What’s up? You called like four times?”
“Yeah. Whatchu doing?” Valencia said, still sounding lustful as she pulled onto Sepulveda Boulevard.
“I’m getting dressed. I’m at the gym in my complex, about to leave. My phone was in my locker. Why?”
“Oh, I just left you a message.”
“Okay. Yeah, I see it says I have a message.”
“Can I come by?”
“When?”
“Now.”
“You sound rushed, Val. What’s up with you?”
“Nothin. I just wanna see you.”
Miki sounded winded. “Excuse me, girl. I’m trying to put these tight-ass jeans on all these hips. Anyway, Anthony picked up T.J. earlier, and I’m about to stop by Dwayne’s house. You wanna come with me?”
“Dwayne from our group, Dwayne?”
“Yeah. I have a strong feeling he’d be cool with that.”
Valencia seemed surprised. “You’re doing him again? He sure as hell must know his way around a chocha,” she joked but didn’t laugh.
“Ha ha. He does. But not like you, of course,” Miki joked back. “Come on. Where are you?”
“I’m just leaving work.”
“Come on over here, then. You’re not far.”
“No. I need to get back home by midnight. Greg’s coming by.”
“Oh, this won’t take long, believe me. Plus, I’m not staying over.”
Valencia heaved a sigh but said, “I’ll be right there.”
She hung up and aimed her ride toward Miki’s side of town. Her panties were unusually wet from the message she’d left, and she was actually ripe for the prospect of a threesome with Miki and Dwayne, who she knew was the epitome of tall and handsome—and Miki did say he was tall all over. After all, Gregory didn’t seem to have the energy to fuck her all night like he used to. When they did get down, he’d cum in five minutes flat, always without tending to her needs.
Suddenly, she received a call from a number she knew, though she hadn’t programmed it into her contact list yet.
She greeted the caller. “Hey.”
“Hey, fox. How’s it going?”
She smiled. “Fine.”
“What’s going on with you, Ms. Tease a Brotha Forever?”
“Oh, I’m not teasing at all, Tariq.”
“I can’t tell. So where’re you and your girl going tonight?”
“What? How’d you know that?”
“She just sent me a text that said you two were gonna hang out. Where? Must be Purple, right?”
Valencia sounded cautious. “Oh yeah. Well, I think so. I didn’t, umh, know we were going there. We might go some other place. Maybe a friend’s house or somethin.”
“Who?”
“Her friend. I mean my friend. Just someone we met in the group.”
“Oh. Why are you guys going so late?”
She waited at the red light and thought, then spoke slowly. “Not sure. Maybe you need to ask your woman that, Tariq?”
“No. She’s good. You two have fun.”
“Where are you?”
“I’m out. Just cruising,” he said.
“Cruising. Cruising what?”
“Just driving. Needed to get out of the house. Thought you might wanna make good on your promises. Besides, those high school recruits drove me crazy today. You can’t tell em a damn thing. They know it all. I’ll just head over somewhere for a drink. Nowhere in particular.”
“Okay,” she said, proceeding toward Inglewood.
“One day you’ll tell me when you’re going to stop being so stingy and end this curiosity thing. It’s sexy but damn, you’re cutting it close, don’t you think?”
“Me cutting it close?” she asked.
“I mean, close to the cuff of your girl. Guess it’s the thrill of getting caught, huh? That risk factor.”
“Maybe. But don’t put it on me like that. I mean, you’re the one who called me tonight, smarty.”
“True, oh feisty one. I can’t help but be attracted to what I see. Just don’t think anyone can get hurt if they don’t know.”
“I guess that’s true.”
“So let’s keep it that way,” he said, as though it was a requirement.
“I will if you will, mijo.”
“I will. You two have fun. And maybe from this point on we should block our numbers.”
“Okay. But it’s kind of hard to do that when you text me, don’t you think?”
“I won’t, then.”
“Good.”
He said, “But I guarantee you by this time next week, I’m gonna know what that sexy pussy’s like. One way or another. I’m out. Yo.” He hung up before she did.
She was even closer to Miki’s place and began thinking. She made a U-turn toward her house so she could change, and called her friend again. �
��Mira, Miki, I’d better not go over there with you tonight.”
“What? But I already told him you’re coming.”
“I know. I’m sorry. You two go ahead and have at it. It’s just that I’ve got a lot on my mind. I just need to get stuff lined up for Greg’s and my wedding. Plus, he’ll probably show up early tonight. He usually does.”
Miki’s voice downshifted. “Aww. Okay. No problem. But, don’t think you’re fooling me. I know your bad ass is headed to Platinum or Purple, or some place that involves a pole so you can get your freak on.”
“Maybe. And maybe I wouldn’t be if I could just get some alone time with someone tonight.” She cleared her throat.
“I wonder who. And I got your phone-sex-operator message. That shit was hot. I wish I’d known ahead of time. Even more reason for you to come with me, but for tonight you do your thang. I understand. And have fun.”
“You too. By the way, tell little T.J. when he comes back home that I said hello. I love you.”
“Bye, Val,” Miki said, hanging up fast.
With a blue, low-cut, belted-waist top, pencil-leg black jeans, and Oxford ankle boots, Valencia walked around the familiar strip club to the song by Plies featuring Jamie Foxx called “Please Excuse My Hands,” with a nearly empty bottle of Killian’s Red in hand, eyeing all the cotton-candy girls that strutted before her. She passed by an occupied table for two when a man who was sitting down slapped her on the butt. She stopped.
“That’s gonna cost you, now, papi,” she kidded, trying to look offended.
“I got money,” a blue-black muscular man said. He looked certain.
“Well save it for the muchachas who work here. I’m here for the same reason you are.”
His yellow woman who looked like she had ten years on him, spoke like a female rapper: “Girl, if looks were a minute this would be a long-ass day. You should be right up there working that.” Obvious admiration dripped from her eyes. Her vision was stuck on Valencia’s cleavage.
Valencia told her, “Well, aren’t you flattering.” Her eyes were playful.
The man replied, “Deservedly so. My girl is a smart lady. She knows what I like.”
“And what does she like?”
He said, “She likes you. She pointed you out when you first walked in.”
“Really? Is that true?” Valencia asked the fiftyish-looking, light-skinned woman with a short, curly Afro.
“That’s true. Are you Spanish?”
“Puerto Rican.”
He joined in, “Sexy-ass Puerto Rican, mami.”
“Gracias.” She asked the lady, “So, is this your man or your escort for the evening?”
“He’s my husband.”
“Uh-huh.” Valencia glared at him, examining his face, giving a sweet look. “He is fine, I’ll say that. Even though his busy hands need to be cuffed, if you ask me. He ain’t Jamie Foxx.” She offered a sexy giggle.
He spoke right up and placed his hands up in surrender. “True. True. But if Jamie Foxx was right here, he wouldn’t be apologizing.” He grinned with a devilish look. “So, why don’t you see to that? We’ve got another one of my girls at home. We live the life of a threesome.”
“You have two women?”
His lady said, “He does. But I like to say I’m the lucky one. I have a husband and a wife.”
“Wow, I think I could do that shit. That would be the life.”
“You wanna meet her?” he asked, looking hopeful. “My girl at home, that is.”
Valencia nodded. “That I do.”
“Let’s go, mami,” he said as he stood.
Both the yellow lady and Valencia said together, “I’m ready.”
Less than an hour later, the blue-black man held up a specially prepared blunt. They were all together in a cluttered one-bedroom apartment in Hawthorne. The room was dark, the furniture was dark, and the mood was dark, but it was a horny kind of lustful, freaky dark. A high-energy dark.
“You wanna hit this?” he asked Valencia. He lit it up with a blue lighter. The leafy, strong smell was enough to give off a mighty contact high.
Valencia’s reply was, “Puff, puff, pass. Wouldn’t wanna mess up the rotation.”
“Here,” he said, passing the funny cigarette to Valencia, who took a long, slow drag with her right hand, and then she passed it back to him.
Valencia allowed the smoke to do its seduction thing in her head. She inhaled while laying back upon a huge brown sectional in the threesome’s living room, with the man’s black dick in her left hand. She was getting eaten out through the slit of her panties by the gifted girlie lips of the yellow woman, as a red woman stepped up with a big butt and a smile. Valencia’s eyes devoured her from head to toe. “Damn. Aren’t you a whole lotta woman?”
“More to love, mami.”
Valencia wore only her frilly, lime-green crotchless panties. She said, “Bring that right on over here. I’ve got just the place for you to sit. Put that pussy right under my nose.”
The red woman approached, taking sensual steps, and crawled onto the sofa at just the right position to sit upon Valencia’s face. “Like this?” she asked, looking down to get her angle right.
“Uh huh. That’s it.” Valencia inhaled her hairy sugar cookie. Her spine shivered at the lovely scent. “Pussy heaven. I always say, girls just wanna have fun and eat as much pussy as humanly possible.”
Valencia still had one hand on the man’s dick while getting her pussy eaten while eating pussy herself. Her thoughts concentrated on the yellow woman who was sticking her lengthy tongue deep into her vagina. Then Valencia focused upon the size and shape and color of the man’s hard, dark penis. “Your man has a pretty dick.”
The red woman said, “Yes, he does. His pretty dick and your pretty pussy. I think the two should meet.”
“Bring it on down, Mister.”
The red woman rose up from Valencia’s face. The yellow woman backed away from her sloppy, wet pussy. Valencia’s juices dripped like egg whites.
Valencia ripped off her panties and got up on her knees. The man got up right behind her. He snatched her arms and pulled them back toward him with a jerk, grabbing onto her wrists so he could hold on.
Valencia squinted her eyes and smiled. Her buzz was on.
He told the yellow lady, “Put my dick in her. Now.”
As he scooted his hips into fuck position right up to Valencia’s opening, the yellow woman took a two-handed hold of all of him, wrapping her palms around his penis, shoving it inside. Valencia’s juicy insides gripped him like a glove.
“Yeah,” he yelled. “Can the church keep it funky one time, or what? My God.” He growled like a caged lion.
Valencia told the red woman, “Slap this ass as fucking hard as you can.”
She popped Valencia’s cheek like she was bitch-slapping her face.
Valencia told the yellow woman, “And you, eat her pussy while I eat yours. Get over here so I can go down like you went down on me. I’m gonna devour your pussy like Dracula.” She looked back at Mr. Big Stuff and told him firmly, using seductive eyes to point at his face, “And you. Don’t you cum till all three of us cum. This is ladies’ night here. You got that?”
He replied like a good soldier, “Ladies first. I hear you.”
“I hear you, too,” said the yellow woman, who slid her vagina under Valencia’s face as the red woman sat upon her face. The red woman had a large tattoo on her stomach of a black and pink tiger. And the tiger had a woman’s vagina.
Valencia grinned nastily and shouted before she did her hands-free pussy eating, “You got anybody else in the house that might wanna fuck?”
“Just the three of us,” the man said, giving her a man-sized dick-running thrust.
“Uhgh, ugh, shit. Cause I can handle all that.” Valencia licked her lips, flicked the up-close clit, and took it into her mouth with suction, then went to work tearing up the fresh, older pussy from top to bottom, trying her best to not be too distracted by t
he deep dick fuck their man was serving her but good.
Eleven o’clock turned into midnight turned into one, and then into two. Before long, it was four in the morning, and Valencia pried open her eyes. She was in a strange, dark room, in a strange home, on a strange playpen sofa, with three strangers spooned up against her. One in front of her, one behind her, and another with her head on Valencia’s thigh.
“Where the fuck am I?” she asked groggily, trying her best to focus. Now sober.
The man barely opened his eyes and said, “Huh? Oh. Go back to sleep.”
“What time is it?”
No one replied. It was like she had put them all to bed. She saw from the cable box display that it was 4:17.
Valencia immediately sat up and pushed the woman’s head from her lap, swung her legs over, and stood. “Where are my clothes? Where’s my purse?” All the colorful threesome did was readjust their positions without her. “Ay dios mio. Greg is gonna kill me.” Valencia’s head was doing flip-flops. Her breath smelled like beer and weed and pussy and cum. “My ass is grass now,” were the last words she spoke before leaving in a shoeless rush.
Within two minutes she was in her car dialing Gregory’s number in a hurry. He hadn’t called even once, which made her dial even faster.
He answered the phone with “I came by and you weren’t home. I waited. Who were you with?”
“I was with Miki. I fell asleep. We hung out after you and I talked, and I ended up at her house and we dozed off. I’m sorry, papi.”
“Are you telling me the truth?” He sounded distant and drained and angry.
“Yeah.”
The sound of keystrokes upon a keyboard could be heard under his voice. “Valencia, I’m asking you. What the hell is up with you two? You and I had plans. We agreed I would come by.”
“Nothing. We just had a drink or two and I was tired anyway. I told you, I’m sorry.”
“Valencia, one more time. I give you one more time. You keep it up, okay?” His throat sounded like a guarantee.
“I won’t, baby. I promise. Where are you?”
“I’m at home.” Along with his keystrokes, the faint audio of someone breathing and mumbling was detectable.