DUPED! (Letta Storm)

by Dee Dawning

"And do you?"

  "I almost went to bed with you tonight. What do you think?"

  His grin seemed as wide as the bed. "I guess you do? Thank you for telling me, but you didn't have to get up for that. You could have told me in the morning."

  "I know. I had another reason for getting up."

  "What's that?"

  "Can you put that computer down and turn the other way."

  I did as she asked. "Why."

  "Because I had that dream again and I don't want to sleep in a strange bed alone. Can I ask you a question?"

  "Sure."

  "Did you have this house when you were with my sister?"

  I felt the bedspread flipped forward. I started to turn back to answer her.

  "Please don't turn yet."

  I turned back away from her. I heard movement. It sounded like she was removing her dress. "Yes, I'd just inherited it from my Grandmother. Actually my parents inherited it and they let me live here, but it's mine now. Why"

  "Because I smelled a lilac like cologne in the room you put me in. Did Shana ever stay in there?"

  "Yes, she slept in there several times." It sounded like Jamilla was slipping something on. "When we first started writing together, before we became intimate. She did use a Tommy Hilfiger cologne called Tommy Girl, but sweetheart, that was nine years ago. Can I turn back yet?"

  "In a minute."

  I felt movement on the mattress and heard the covers pulled back in place. Jamilla scooted up beside me and kissed my cheek. "Okay, you turn back now. Thanks for the nighty, I love it."

  With a smile on my lips, but a question in my mind I turned and was taken aback. She was wearing a baby doll nighty I'd bought, all right—a nightgown I hadn't seen in years—a nightgown I'd bought for her sister. Rattled, I jumped out of bed and stood there. I shouted, "Where did you get that?"

  "Where you left it. On the bed next to me."

  * * * *

  "Jesus Christ, do you always answer your door in your birthday suit?"

  "No, I sleep naked and you woke me. You Jamilla's mouth piece?"

  "Attorney." I looked him up and down. He really was Adonis…with a magnificent male hard-on. "What's with you? You bopping some chick you have stashed in there?"

  "No, she had to get home to her husband and left at eleven o'clock, but you're kinda cute." He wiggled his eyebrows, turned sideways and grabbed his wanger, which stuck out at one-o'clock and shook it at me. "You like? I call it Pleasure. I could give you a go with Pleasure if you like."

  I try to be professional, but truthfully, I'm all woman, and Max, despite his shortcomings, was all man. Admittedly, my libido was abnormally high and my needs were great. That's why my reaction to the image of this People Magazine's, 'sexiest man alive' candidate, jumping my bones, took my breath away and had my pussy salivating. It wasn't surprising…but.

  "Honestly, Max, the idea having a handsome devil like you reaming my you know what with Pleasure sounds mighty tempting, but the fact is, I don't sleep with jerks."

  Max's brow furrowed. "Jerks?"

  "That's right, jerks. What about you wife?"

  His frown deepened. "Jamilla?"

  "No, by the time I leave here, Jamilla won't be your wife anymore. Excluding the other wives, I'm talking about Jeanette, who if you go along with what I came here to talk about is going to keep your gorgeous ass out of jail."

  "Hey, she fucks around."

  "Only 'cause you do. Now, why don't you put something on and we'll get down to business?"

  * * * *

  "I didn't put that nighty on the bed next to you. In fact, I haven't seen it in over eight years. Sweetheart, it was meant for Shana. I bought it for her the day she was killed. I never even had a chance to give it to her."

  Jamilla's pretty face seemed like it elongated from her eyebrows rising high enough to wrinkle her forehead and her jaw dropped low enough for me to see her tonsils. If everything wasn't so tragic, I could have laughed.

  "Turn around again, please."

  I swung around one-hundred-eighty degrees. Then suddenly I heard Jamilla exclaim, "Holy shit!"

  I spun back and saw that she was naked and looking fine. I licked my lips. "What happened?"

  I leered at her, and she used her hand and arm to cover up. "I started to take the nighty off, and…it vanished." Obviously mystified, she looked up at me. "I think your house is haunted."

  Chapter Twelve – Meeting Mom

  Waking up at dawn in a strange place, I hadn't yet understood where I was, but Tony's striking profile reassured me. As the memory of the previous night seeped into my mind, I realized my primary purpose of coming into Tony's bedroom remained unfulfilled.

  I had determined to do what everyone, including me, wanted me to do—make love with him. But the peculiar events of last night, had us both so shook-up that sex was the last thing on our mind. Instead, I spent a sexless night, sleeping in his arms.

  Careful not to wake him, I slipped out of bed and stepped over to his closet. Sifting through his shirts, I selected a light blue one and put it one. Turning around I saw Tony sitting up in bed, grinning at me. "I liked the view before you put the shirt on better."

  I wagged a finger at him. "You weren't supposed to see me like that, yet. After I lose twenty-five pounds, then I'll be glad to show you what I have."

  His eyebrows rose so high it wrinkled his forehead. "Actually, I kinda liked what I saw."

  "Good, but I still want to look my best for my man."

  "Does that mean we have to wait to make love until you lose weight?"

  "Not likely. I'm going to fuck your socks off as soon as we can work it in, without any interference from my clumsy well-meaning sister. We'd do it right now, except I need to get to the shop and do a bunch of things for the première. After all, it's only two days away."

  I ran over to the bed and pulled on his arm. "C'mon, we have too much to do to lay around in bed."

  Tony drove me to Sal's Deli to get my purse and while there, grab some breakfast.

  Just as I was ready to dive into my corned beef hash and eggs, my phone rang. It was Letta. "Don't make any plans for lunch. I'll pick you up at eleven-thirty."

  "What for?"

  "I have some things to go over with you, and I have a surprise."

  "Like what?"

  I heard her sigh. "If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise. Gotta go, bye."

  "Dang."

  "Who was it?"

  "Letta. She said—"

  My phone rang again. "Hello?"

  "I forgot to ask you. How'd it go last night?"

  "Everything went good."

  "So you had sex?"

  "No."

  "Why?"

  "I'll tell you when I see you. Now, what's this surprise?"

  "All right, I'll give you a little hint. You are now a free woman. See you at eleven-thirty. Don't keep me waiting."

  "What do you mean…" But the line was dead.

  All morning I kept looking at the clock waiting for eleven-thirty and of course, the more I looked, the slower it moved. What had she meant I was a free woman?

  Finally, I saw Letta's smiling face in the mirror. She stood at the edge of one of the short walls that divide the cubicles. I turned to face her. "What do you mean I'm a free woman now?"

  "Duh, what do you think I meant? I got Max to sign annulment papers." I started to say something, but Letta charged forward, "but that's not my surprise. Turn back around."

  I turned back around and watched in the mirror as she pulled a dignified looking, attractive, middle aged, black woman from behind the wall. "You can turn around now."

  I did. Though she looked familiar, I couldn't figure out why Letta brought this woman to see me.

  "I brought you a new customer. Her name is Glenda Easton, I hope you have time to do your natural mother's hair."

  She's my mother!

  I felt a pain though my sinuses as tears rushed to my eyes. Emotion overwhelmed me as I rushed into her arms.
We embraced and cuddled. I must have kissed her face in every possible place at least twice. Finally, after marginally calming down, I glanced at Letta and mouthed, "Thank you."

  "You're welcome."

  I spoke a little louder, "But what about my mom and dad."

  "Oh, I think they approve. Right, Renata and Jared?"

  Suddenly, the only mother I'd known came around the wall and joined our embrace, followed by my dad. Then even Letta joined in.

  I took them all to Sal's for lunch. Afterward my parents said goodbye and after insisting on paying the bill, so did Letta. I never did find out how she'd managed to get Max to sign the release, but then again I was preoccupied with happiness.

  Back at the shop, I gave my natural mother the works and got to know her. We talked non-stop and when I was done I asked my receptionist, Darla, to have the other operators take my appointments or reschedule.

  While driving my mother home I found out she knew Tony.

  "I understand you've been seeing Nickolas."

  At first I didn't understand and then I remembered my sister called him by his middle name—Nickolas. "Yes, I like him a lot." Knowing how many African American mothers felt about their daughters going out with white men, I asked, "Is that all right?"

  "Yes, of course. We grew close after Shana was killed. He's like a son to me. And now, I have you. I know you're not Shana, you are her sister, Jamilla, but you look so much like her it feels a little like having her back. Thank you for coming back into my life."

  I choked up. My mother was thanking me. I should be thanking her for giving me life.

  Arriving at her apartment, she fixed some chamomile tea and I helped her. "Would it be all right if I called you Mom?"

  She smiled and brushed a loose strand of my hair back with her hand. "Of course, dear. Whatever you feel comfortable with."

  After taking our tea into the living room, we talked for an hour. I would have stayed longer, but I had to leave to meet Tony at a ritzy dress shop. Since this première was so important to him, I wanted him to help me pick out the evening gown I was going to wear.

  * * * *

  The maid led me to the lady of the house. "Hello Jeanette."

  She looked up. "Good afternoon Letta. Where's my husband?"

  "Hi Jeanette, Maximilian is safely ensconced in a nearby state. When it's safe to return he will, which is why we need to work out the details and get my paperwork completed."

  "I told you what I was willing to do. What else is there?"

  "There's Maximilian's loan at the bank. They froze his account, but a third of the money is gone. In order to keep them from filing criminal and civil complaints against your husband, that quarter of a million dollar shortfall will have to be addressed."

  "What do you suggest?"

  "That you meet with them and work it out. I believe they are willing to eat a portion of the loan, but since the loan is government backed, they refuse to absorb it all."

  "Offer them half."

  "I'd be glad to, but I don't represent you."

  Jeanette seemed to be frustrated. "Rules, rules…rules. Can you legally represent me?"

  "Yes."

  She stood and walked away, returning with a checkbook. "Is a two thousand dollar retainer enough?"

  "Yes, thank you. Do want me to do anything about Max's previous wives?"

  She shook her head. "Always problems."

  "I've had conversations with both women and it shouldn't be all that hard to make you Max's only wife."

  "How much?"

  On the high side, I'd say fifty grand plus my expenses which shouldn't exceed five thousand.

  Jeanette pursed her lips to the side and looked heavenward. "See why I get frustrated with Max. Everything about him costs money and every woman that meets him wants to sleep with him."

  "I know the feeling."

  Her mouth dropped open. "Did you?"

  I shook my head. "No, but I was tempted."

  "All right. Since I'm going as far as setting Max up in the guest house, giving him an allowance and spending money to keep him out of jail, let's get the other wives out of the way, too."

  * * * *

  As I walked in the elegant women's store just off Rodeo Drive, I glanced around. Tony's effusive smile welcomed me. "Sorry, been waiting long?"

  "Just got here."

  "Guess where I was?"

  He shrugged.

  "Having tea with Glenda Easton."

  Tony's eyebrows rose. "Really, you met your mother?"

  I nodded. "It was Letta's doing. Oh yeah. Guess what else."

  Tony shook his head. "Don't know, but from the way you're acting, it must be a goodie."

  "It is. Letta says I'm a free woman." I took his hand and together we walked further into Fanny's.

  After thirty minutes of sifting through rack upon rack of gorgeous gowns, I'd narrowed it down to three. I took them into changing room while Tony sat on a chair outside. As changing rooms go, it was large. So large, a settee rested at one end and mirrors wrapped around the opposite walls.

  Down to bra and panties, I opened the door a crack and peeked outside. No one was in sight so I stepped outside and grabbed Tony's hand. "Why don't you come in here? You'll be a lot more comfortable."

  Tony cast a skeptical look, but came.

  Tony's eyes grew wide when he stepped inside. "Wow, you could have a party in here."

  I wrapped my arms around him. "Baby, you read my mind." As I pulled him toward the loveseat and sat in front of him, his jaw dropped open.

  He gasped loudly, as I pulled the tongue of his zipper down and reached in to grasp his half-hard sausage.

  Speaking sotto voce, "Baby, you're going to have to be quiet while I do this."

  He nodded, answering under his breath, "You caught me by surprise. Are you sure?"

  "Ah-huh. I'm having one of those spon…"

  "tan…e…ous."

  "Thank you. Spontaneous moments like you said Shana used to have. It may be her doing, but it's my idea and I just want you to enjoy it. I know I am."

  * * * *

  I couldn't believe it. After having my Jamilla half-naked on my couch and fully naked in my bed, our first sex was going to be her blowing me in a dressing room at Fanny's High Fashions. Nevertheless, the idea of getting my cock sucked in a fancy women's store in hearing distance of a half dozen women had me excited as hell and shaking like a leaf. Talk about spontaneous.

  After getting my wiener out, she decided she wanted my pants and shirt out of the way; so she undid my belt, and dragged my slacks down to the top of my shoes. Flashing what was probably a naughty smile, I unbuttoned my shirt. My semi-erect tom-tom was exposed and being scrutinized by my dream girl. Holding it between her thumb and fingers, she licked her lips as she examined it. Then, as she laved the underside of my shaft and tickled the tip with her tongue, my knees almost buckled.

  A second before she wrapped her full lips around my shaft, she purred, "Mmm…it smells sexy and tastes good."

  Practically falling, I leaned forward and placed a hand on the wall behind her as she ran her mouth and hand up and down my shaft. An indescribable feeling of welcoming, wet, warmth enveloped my cock as it entered the soft confines of her beautiful mouth. The sensation was so sublime, I gritted my teeth to keep from verbally expressing my pleasure, yet soft moans escaped from my throat. As she got more energetic, she vigorously moved her mouth and hand up and down my shaft, making soft sucking, slurping sounds.

  I sucked air into my lungs like there was no tomorrow. My heart revved like a racecar at the start line. Swallowing my groans, I grasped the back of her head and guided her as her tongue massaged the most sensitive part of my body—the fleshy ridge, between my shaft and crown. I withdrew my cock to the ridges at the base of my crown and paused while her tongue swirled over my tender underside. Every few seconds I would plunge my cock deep into her mouth then pull back out enough for her to tongue the sweet, tender spot again. Jamilla had an innat
e ability to know exactly what turned me on, including gently massaging the soft skin behind my testicles…just as Shanna used to.

  Having remained in a state of semi-arousal since the previous night, I knew I couldn't hold out long. I was way too worked up and Jamilla was too good. When her hand closed firmly on my balls and squeezed, a tickly flush of pure pleasure washed through me. With millions of wriggling spermatozoa on the way and not knowing Jamilla's feelings, I quickly weighed my options. When the first spurt of semen came forth, I pulled out of her mouth, ejaculating on her neck and chest while she manually milked me clean.

  Licking the come, which had collected on her hand, she asked, "Why'd you do that?"

  I assumed she meant pull out. "I didn't know whether to spend in your mouth or not."

  She pulled a tissue from her purse and wiped the semen off. "What did you do with Shana?"

  "Came in her mouth."

  "I'll tell you what. When we have sex and we're going to; I want to do the whole gamut and if you have any doubts about what to do, do what you're used to. If I have a problem with it, I'll let you know afterwards.

  "That said, let's pick a dress, get outta here, and go to my place so I can feel your johnny inside me."

  "You don't want to go to my place?"

  "I love your place, but disappearing night gowns are definitely a mood killer, and baby, I'm in the mood!"