Between My Thighs: An Urban Erotic Tale

by Naija

  • • •

  Leaving New York had me in a funk, and I missed Troy. Occasionally, I would log on to MochaSingles.com, an online dating and entertainment site for singles of color, and participate in the chat discussions. Two months earlier I had met Dorian on the site. Online dating was new to me, so I ran a background check on his ass before agreeing to meet in person.

  Dorian was cool, but we weren’t intimate. He mentioned possibly stopping over after he left work. I was up for a nice dinner and music, and my body was calling. The only good loving I needed and wanted was back in New York.

  It had been less than a week since I’d been home, and Troy and I spoke daily. Our conversations were developing, and we were growing closer. He mentioned possibly coming to see me in November, less than three months away. I looked forward to the day we met again.

  It was interesting that Dallas’s friend Loren called and left a message. I hadn’t given her my number. She said she would be in Detroit the following week and hoped we could hook up. She was nice to me when I was in New York, so I didn’t have a problem showing her around.

  Dorian called saying he was right around the corner. Dinner was simmering, and I had on my sexy hip-huggers and halter top, revealing my vibrant tattoo. My feet were nicely manicured, with eighteen-karat rings on the middle toes. I refreshed myself, splashing Jean Paul Gaultier perfume on my hot spots—the nape of my neck, breasts, inside my thighs, and just behind my knees.

  “How was your day?” I asked as Dorian poured the champagne he’d brought with him.

  “It was okay. Just busy as usual,” he replied.

  I’d cooked a nice salmon dish with rice, plantain, potatoes, veggies, and a side salad. Men loved when I prepared dinner. It was always romantic with candlelight, wine, and pleasant music.

  Dorian was sexy, but not as fine as Troy. We agreed to just take it slow and let nature take its course. That was about to change because my pussy was throbbing, and although it craved Troy, I would have to close my eyes and pretend.

  Shortly after we finished our meal, Dorian received a call from his boy. His car had stalled on I-94, and Dorian had to pick him up. I wondered why someone else couldn’t get him and why Dorian always jumped when his boys called. Dorian had served in the military, fought wars, and was almost killed, so when he told me about how this guy had saved his life, I dropped the subject.

  “I’ll catch up with you later,” Dorian said as he left.

  I understood the fact that him and his boy had a bond because of the experiences they shared in the military. What I couldn’t understand was how he would leave a beautiful evening like the one we started when someone else could have easily handled the matter. I did what I always did when I was in a funk. I called Khalil, my homie-lover-friend.

  “Speak,” Khalil said.

  “Hi, Khalil. How are you, baby?” I loved talking to him. It didn’t matter what he had going on, he always stopped for me.

  “Hey, Raquel. How are you? Glad to have you home.”

  “In a funk,” I responded.

  “What’s up? Feel like company?”

  “I would love to see you. Just not feeling like being alone tonight.”

  “Alright. I’ll be over in a few,” he said and hung up.

  Being around Khalil made me feel sexy. While I waited, I enjoyed the remainder of the champagne that Dorian and I had shared just moments earlier. When the phone rang, I answered, thinking it was Khalil calling with an update, but it was Troy.

  “Good evening,” I said.

  “Hey, girlfriend. How are you?” Troy asked.

  “Hey there. I was just thinking about you.” Truth was I couldn’t stop thinking about him. He left a lasting impression on me. Evidently he felt the same. “What have you been up to?” I asked him.

  “Same shit. Working and thinking about you,” he replied. “Have you spoken to Dallas?”

  “No, I haven’t,” I responded.

  “She denied saying all those things you told me.”

  “Well, what did you expect that bitch to say? You already know she’s a liar. Hell, last thing she told me was she was wearing stilettos and you were fucking her from the back.” That caught him off guard.

  “She didn’t say some crazy shit like that,” Troy said.

  “When we speak from now on, let’s not mention Dallas. I’m tired of this discussion already.”

  Although we had decent conversation most of the time, Troy often asked about Dallas or found a way for her to enter our discussions. I was sick of hearing about her ass. As far as I was concerned, Dallas and I didn’t have to speak again.

  “I feel like I can tell you anything,” he said.

  “You can.”

  Troy was telling me about some drama when Khalil knocked on the door.

  “One second,” I said to him. We could talk all night and probably would have if I didn’t have company. After letting Khalil in, I returned to our conversation.

  “Okay, I’m back. I have to go, but finish what you were saying.”

  Troy had been in some domestic shit with his baby mama. From what I knew about Troy, he was a good father to his son.

  We wrapped up our conversation and agreed to speak again the next morning.

  “Good night, girlfriend,” Troy replied as we said our good-byes.

  “Sorry about that,” I told Khalil.

  Khalil had slipped into something more comfortable and joined me on the sofa. He had been massaging my feet the whole time I was on the phone. I loved his hands on me. It wasn’t long before I had wiggled out of my halter top and hip-huggers, lying on the sofa inviting a massage.

  Without hesitation, he caressed me. All the tension that resided in my neck and back slowly exited as he pushed each knot and kink out of me. The innocent massage turned into a full-body rub. When I felt his tongue flickering in and out of my wet pussy, I knew it was on.

  Khalil placed his fingers inside my ass while his tongue manipulated the fold that surrounded my clit. I enjoyed making love to Khalil. He didn’t care if I threw the pussy back on him or just rested and took him in. Either way, he aimed to please. Khalil and I escaped into our dreamlike world where his dick met my g-spot, and together we climaxed and produced enough fluid to grow a village.

  That night I fell asleep in his arms. I fantasized back to the time Troy and I shared, and in that moment felt unfulfilled.

  • • •

  The next morning came quick. I showered, slipped on my Nike sweat suit that proudly displayed the pink and green colors of my sorority, put on my sneakers, and grabbed my duffle bag containing my change of clothes for later. I was headed to join my sorority sisters for a twenty-five-mile walk to support breast cancer research. Immediately following the walk, we were scheduled to pick up trash in the streets and parks throughout the City of Detroit before heading over to another neighborhood for Paint the Town, an annual event where volunteers painted run-down houses for low-income families and attempted to restore beauty to the district.

  When all the service work was completed, we concluded with an awards ceremony, which honored over achieving high school seniors with scholarships as they prepared to enter college. We’d raised funds all year, hosting a number of parties and fundraisers. It was a success.

  Khalil was at the ceremony with his frat brothers. We all lined up in the middle of the floor for a step show. We sang our sorority hymn and started our performance. I was a natural when it came to dancing, stepping, and ballroom. I coordinated the routine we performed and it was a show stopper.

  Khalil’s fraternity was bringing in a new line. I was stunned to see Dorian sitting at a table with five other men. He looked scrumptious in his suit and tie. He was scared to speak when he saw me. They probably told him to sit there and be quiet.

  It was getting late, and I was tired from all the activities earlier in the day. I spoke to Khalil briefly, let him know I was kidnapping Dorian, and we bounced.

  • • •

 
; You know Dorian and me had to get it on. It was crazy because it wasn’t all I wanted it to be. After waiting a few months and visualizing how it should have been, I felt disappointed. I knew it was my desire to be with Troy that had me tripping on Dorian’s inability to meet my expectations.

  Even though the sex wasn’t all that, I still cared about Dorian. We shared so many commonalities. I think that’s why I overlooked the fact that his dick didn’t fill my pussy, barely touched my spot, and the oral couldn’t compare to the treatment I was used to getting.

  It’s true what they say, once it’s popped, you can’t stop. Although Dorian wasn’t putting it down like the back breakers to whom I was accustomed, I managed to find a position that made his dick feel five times larger than it was.

  Chapter 6|

  On the day Loren flew in, I agreed to pick her up from the airport. She was staying at the Crowne Plaza near Metro Detroit Airport. Loren was a gold digger looking to connect with any of my athletic friends. She’d been screwing a rookie player for the Miami Dolphins and searching for the next best thing.

  “Hey, girl. Good to see you again,” Loren replied as she loaded her Gucci luggage in the trunk of my BMW.

  “Hi, Loren. Likewise,” I responded as we hugged.

  My friend owned a club in downtown Detroit, and it was the night to be in the spot. I took Loren by her room so she could shower and change clothes. Friday night you could catch all of Detroit’s football and basketball players in the club. A girl could get rich quick if she played her cards right. I knew too many of the players personally—hell, several were my clients—and I never mixed business with pleasure. Nor would I divulge the details of my relationships with some of the guys. After we arrived at the club, when Loren looked at me for approval, I had nothing to say. I wasn’t Visa or MasterCard and wasn’t extending credit to anyone.

  Jackie, an associate of mine who was friends with the club owner, rolled with us. Loren and Jackie didn’t click. It wasn’t clear what the beef was between those two, and I didn’t give a damn, I mixed and mingled with the crowd, leaving them behind.

  I was getting my dance on when I heard my friend Rick tell his boys he couldn’t wait until they got home. The conversation continued when he said, “I’m going to break you off something fierce.”

  I hadn’t known my friend to be gay. Matter fact, he must have swung both ways because he had been sleeping with my girlfriend on and off for a minute. He cut me a peculiar look when he realized his conversation had been overheard.

  “You better be glad it was me that heard that shit and not some reporter,” I said.

  He already had a case against him from some chick who filed suit against him and five other guys in the league for some drama that took place in Vegas. He just looked at me and smiled. There was no need for words. I heard what I heard, and all that was running through my mind was this mofo was a closet case. He was fine as hell, and it was disappointing, him wasting that dick in some shit.

  I hated going to the club with females. If things weren’t looking right for them, they were ready to bounce. Luckily, the clubs in Detroit closed at 2:00 a.m., so we weren’t about to miss anything if we left. Besides, Loren and Jackie were pressed because they weren’t getting any attention from the guys.

  I dropped Jackie off at her car and proceeded to Loren’s hotel. I agreed to pick her up for breakfast. I still hadn’t determined for what she was in town in the first place. It wasn’t like something was going on in the city.

  As soon as I walked in the house, the phone rang. I grabbed it without first glancing at the caller ID.

  “Hello,” I said.

  “Hi, what have you been up to?” Dallas asked.

  “Working.”

  “I heard Loren was coming into town.” Dallas was speaking arbitrarily.

  “Yeah. You gave her my number without asking me.”

  “I did. You guys seemed to connect while she was here. I didn’t think you’d mind,” Dallas responded.

  “What do you want, Dallas?”

  “You keep in touch with Troy?” she asked.

  “Occasionally. Why?”

  “I spoke to him the other day. He was asking me questions, and I was just curious about the conversations the two of you had.”

  “Dallas, what the fuck do you want? Since that bullshit you pulled while I was there, I’m not really feeling this friendship. We don’t have anything to discuss.”

  “I apologized for what happened. You won’t let that shit go,” she said.

  “No, because you’re full of shit. Have been for a long time. I’ve moved on and you should too.”

  “Well, I just wanted you to know that I still love Troy and whatever is up—”

  “Dallas, stop with the rambling. Troy doesn’t give a fuck about you. He never has. His words, not mine. I’m done fucking with you, bitch. Don’t call me again,” I said.

  • • •

  By the time I finished my bath, Dorian had called asking to come over. I was sleepy, had to get up early to meet with a client and make breakfast with Loren. When I told him I had an out-of-town guest, he agreed to treat us to breakfast the next morning if I would let him stop by. It wasn’t the offer to buy breakfast that intrigued me but the thought of climaxing without having to pull out my Pocket Rabbit for a quick fix. I could use Dorian to get high, so I invited him over.

  I was wearing a teddy that I purchased from Lover’s Lane. It came with a matching thong and thigh highs, which I loved to wear. He loved seeing me in Manolo Blahniks with my attire on. It made his dick hard instantly. When he called and told me he was around the corner, I unlocked the door for him to let himself in.

  Dorian opened the door. I was waiting for him with two glasses of wine at the top of the stairs. When he reached me, I poured some of the wine into his mouth, then he kissed me, transferring some of it back to me.

  He slid my thong over with his tongue, tasting my pussy inside and out. He licked the lips and sucked my clit until it became swollen and juices flowed from my slit.

  Three of his fingers entered my pussy while his tongue circled one of my breasts. He massaged my pussy with one hand as the other penetrated my asshole. That shit made me cum like crazy. I was dripping all over his hand when he licked the shit off, flipped me over, and stuck his dick in my ass.

  The benefit of Dorian having a smaller dick was that my ass engulfed it with no resistance. I wasn’t a fan of anal sex, had tried it a couple of times with my high school sweetheart. I would do it though if you caught me in the right mood because the sensitivity in my anal cavity when a nice dick or finger entered it gave me riveting orgasms that were to die for. Dorian discovered that and had been taking advantage of it.

  I’d been practicing different techniques on Dorian that I planned to use on Troy. Dorian loved it when I sat on his dick and gave him a reverse ride. He would scratch up my back and gasp for air while I bounced and rotated my hips. That was one of the few positions where I gained satisfaction with him.

  After we finished fucking, we lay in each other’s arms. It wasn’t long before Dorian was knocked out. I slipped out of the bed and called Troy.

  “Hello. Did I catch you at a bad time?” I asked.

  “No. What’s up, girlfriend?” he asked.

  “Just thinking of you.”

  “I was going to call you but thought it was too late. I have something to tell you,” he replied.

  “For the record, you can call me anytime, and what do you have to tell me?” I asked, sounding cheerful like a fat kid with a piece of cake.

  “I have my ticket to come see you. I’ll be there the first week of November. I’m going to stay for seven days.”

  My heart stopped. We had discussed Troy coming to visit but hadn’t finalized any of it. I was so excited, my pussy was aching just at the thought of having Troy to myself for a week.

  “Really? I’m looking forward to it. That’s an awesome surprise.”

  “Yeah, I couldn’t wait
to see you any longer. I feel like I’m in love with you,” he said.

  I couldn’t believe Troy said those words. He was so masculine and dominating. It seemed odd that he felt like he loved me, although the feeling was mutual. To hear it verbalized sent chills down my spine.

  “Sometimes, when we spend hours talking on the phone, I think the same thing,” I replied. I played with the thought of awaking to Troy in the morning, to falling asleep with him at night, and to that in-between morning and night sex that comes when you’ve already passed the third round of lovemaking. I was working up a sweat at the reflection.

  “E-mail me your itinerary,” I said.

  “Should I book a hotel?” he asked.

  “Of course not. You can stay with me,” I responded as his phone beeped.

  “Well, I have to take this other call, but we’ll speak again tomorrow,” Troy said.

  “Alright, Triniman. Have a good evening. Later.”

  After we disconnected I sat there smiling. I was thinking about all the things Troy and I could do. There would be no more fucking until Troy came to town. I needed to get Dorian out of my bed. I fell asleep on the sofa.

  • • •

  The sound of my cell phone vibrating startled me as I awoke from my vivid dream. That’s strange, I said to myself, reaching for the phone. I had turned off the cell, yet it sat there blinking with ten missed calls. When I viewed the call log, I didn’t recognize the name Kris. That’s when I realized it was Dorian’s phone that had been ringing all night. I placed it back on the table and returned to the bedroom. Dorian was still there sleeping and hadn’t moved a muscle. That changed when I eased back into the bed. Suddenly, his dick hardened, and he was ready to go another round. Instead of stopping him, I just let him thrust his dick into me because this would be the last time we fucked with Troy on his way.