Between My Thighs: An Urban Erotic Tale

by Naija

  Kendra, my cousins, and I left the skating rink. I dropped the girls off at home and swung by my mother’s house. She wasn’t home so I let myself in. I opened the freezer, grabbed some chocolate ice cream, sprinkled peanuts on top, grabbed the remote to the television, and plopped on her sofa. It wasn’t long before I dozed off.

  • • •

  I felt something pressing down on me. For a second, I thought I was dreaming. I was glad to open my eyes and see my mother standing there, covering me with a wool throw blanket.

  “Hi, Ma. How long have you been home?” I asked.

  “I just got home, baby.”

  “Oh, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

  “It’s okay. I recognized you were in here when I heard you talking.”

  I must have rolled over on the remote, turning the television off because she said it wasn’t on when she came in, and my mother always told me I talked in my sleep.

  “What was I saying this time?” I asked.

  “Girl, I couldn’t understand that foreign language you speak in your sleep.” She laughed. “Where’ve you been?”

  “I took Kendra and the girls roller-skating.”

  “Oh, you guys have a good time?”

  “They did. I ran into Dontae again.”

  “That’s been happening a lot lately.”

  “Yeah, tell me about it.”

  “What’s bothering you, love?”

  “Nothing, Mom. How come you asked?”

  “Girl, I know you better than you know yourself. Something’s up.”

  My mother was so funny. She did know me the best. I wasn’t in a talkative mood though. I just chilled and popped in Pitch Black, her favorite movie staring Vin Diesel and a group of space travelers who land on what appeared to be a lifeless planet.

  Chapter 9|

  Troy’s arrival was perfect timing. I had made an appointment for us at a spa to kick back and relax in the Jacuzzi. I figured it would be a nice way to wind down after the flight, and it would give us time to enjoy each other.

  “You look good, girlfriend,” Troy said as we hugged and kissed at the airport.

  “Thank you, baby. So do you. I’m so glad to see you,” I said with a big Joker smile on my face. “How was your flight?”

  “It was decent. Much shorter than I expected.”

  “I’m glad.”

  We talked and laughed as I drove to the Oasis Spa. I loved that place. The Jacuzzi suites had their own themes. Ours was on the Island of Oahu in Hawaii where we would experience tropical paradise. The whispering waters flowed down a volcanic waterfall while colorful birds and pineapple palms completed the Pacific island theme.

  When we arrived, I handed the clerk my Kemistry CD. It was an eclectic array of soul, flavor, and sensuality. As we entered, our motion activated the music, and the themed room went into action. The Jacuzzi filled, and beautiful aromatic scents saturated the air. There was also a bed in the suite—if we made it that far.

  I slid out of my little black dress and stood with my v-string panties from Victoria’s Secret and no bra. My body was svelte. I have 36DD breasts and tight-ass abs. I sashayed over to Troy and slowly undressed him. He joined me as I stepped into the Jacuzzi.

  “I missed you,” he said.

  “I missed you too,” I said, kissing him.

  Our kiss was explosive and passionate. A few months apart seemed like forever. His hands were about my breasts, massaging them. The water was hot, but my pussy was hotter. I sucked in his bottom lip and enjoyed it in my mouth for a moment, savoring his taste.

  Troy kissed down my chin, slowly encircling a nipple with his tongue before landing in that wet spot between my legs. He sucked and sucked, then his fingers loitered in my pussy, causing me to arch my back and sweetly exhale. I had been waiting for this.

  I moved up and down on his hand, kissed, and fervently bit his neck as he reacquainted himself with my love. He lifted me so that my waist was just above the water. He dove into my pussy, and he sucked, nibbled, and licked it deliciously. Then he did some booty-licking shit where his tongue flickered like a butterfly in and out of my ass. He licked his lips, rinsed, and devoured me.

  While his tongue engaged me, his hands explored my body, looking for his lost treasure. Troy struck platinum as his dick found its way into my pussy hole. The water was causing a pleasurable friction between us. He penetrated deeper into me, had me begging for more. I felt like I had hydraulics, the way Troy was hitting switches. I was biting his shoulder, attempting not to scream too loudly, respecting the spa’s policy, which stated no sex allowed. It was an odd policy because I’m sure everyone ignored it.

  Troy lifted us from the water, his body still connected to mine. We landed on the bed where he flipped me over on my stomach. I loved how he controlled the motion. Even when he flipped me, we didn’t break stride. I was on my stomach, receiving him from the back. Not in the ass. Troy’s dick was too big to enter my anal cavity, and he never made the mistake of trying to slip it in the wrong hole like some niggas out there.

  I raised up on my knees. Troy loved when I backed my ass into him, forcing his dick to reach the deeper depths of my pussy. My hips moved in a circular motion while he smacked me. His balls slammed into me as he moved in and out of my pussy. We flipped over. I reached back and massaged his balls while riding his dick until our skin was sore. When he came inside me, there was no barrier between us.

  We were lying in the bed, enjoying the scent of good loving when we were startled by the intercom system.

  “Would you like to extend your time?” the clerk asked.

  “No,” I replied. “We’re leaving now.”

  Troy and I quickly showered and left. We were hungry after that workout. We grabbed a bite to eat before heading to my place.

  I didn’t have to worry about a thing while in Troy’s company. Money was never a factor. He had enough to give me everything I thought I wanted. I had my own money though, so it never influenced our relationship. Still, it was comforting to know he was financially secure.

  Troy fell in love with my place. He thought my décor was nice.

  “I love what you’ve done in your house,” he said, complimenting my style.

  “Thanks.”

  “The artwork is very nice, I especially like that picture,” he commented.

  “Thank you. My mom picked that out for me. We have great taste,” I said, laughing. The portrait was set in the middle of the safari with beautiful elephants, giraffes, zebras, and cheetahs.

  “You do,” he replied and pulled me in close for a hug.

  “Let me show you the rest of the place.”

  I gave Troy a tour of my house, showing him where the necessities—the bedroom and bathroom—were.

  “Will I be sleeping in the living room?” he asked.

  “You can’t be serious. We can sleep all over this place as long as we do it together.”

  He smiled. “Of course, girlfriend.”

  Both of us were tired and decided to take a quick nap before we enjoyed each other some more.

  The week was to be filled with lovemaking and fucking. Troy had purchased two boxes of Durex condoms, and I intended to make him use every one. I had a huge king-size bed that was accompanied by mini-steps leading into the center. Troy climbed up on the bed and opened his arms for me to join him. I did. I thought I was dreaming, feeling Troy lying next to me. I kept reaching out to see if he was real. When I felt his toned body pressed against mine, I knew I wasn’t dreaming.

  I rubbed against him slightly. His dick was partially erect. I had a remedy for that. While he slept, I disappeared under the sheets and wrapped my warm mouth around him. I loved how he tasted and felt inside me. I swallowed him like a vacuum, taking him halfway inside my mouth. As he stiffened, I swirled my tongue around his dick in a circular motion, setting the rhythm for his stride.

  Troy was the first man with whom I’d been who wasn’t circumcised. Unlike in America, circumcision isn’t custo
mary for West Indian males. Troy kept his dick clean, and I thought it was sexy how that extra layer of skin shielded what I cherished.

  My oral massage ignited Troy, and he became rock hard. It was time to put in work. I climbed on top of him, slowly descending on his dick. My hips swayed back and forth, grinding him. Troy and I made love. It felt so sweet.

  “The vibe feels different, right?” Troy asked.

  “It does.”

  “Do you think you can love me?” he asked.

  “I do.”

  For a moment, we just gazed as we stroked each other.

  “Why?” he asked.

  “Why could I love you?” I repeated, seeking clarity.

  “Yes.”

  “You’re a wonderful man, Troy. I enjoy spending time with you. I feel safe and protected when I’m around you. I love how you make me feel, and I share some of the visions that you have. I could see myself waking up to you and one day having your kids.”

  Troy was listening to me, rubbing my face while I spoke.

  “I could go on about why I can love you, but words can’t express the ecstasy you make me feel when you give your love to me.”

  “I feel the same about you. It just seems strange because our relationship sparked from the pain of another.”

  “Are you talking about Dallas?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Please. What happened between Dallas and me had nothing to do with you. Her pain was self-inflicted so the ultimate decision is will you get stuck in the past about how we met, or live for the future with me?”

  Our intimate words sparked another rump session. Luckily, I stocked up on Guinness and Snickers. Something about the caffeine and sugar sent a rapture of energy to Troy’s dick. I learned from our first encounter to always have those two items on hand just in case Troy was around. That combination was tougher than Viagra.

  • • •

  The next morning, I prepared breakfast, serving Troy in bed. He had shown me nothing but love from the day we met. He was a hardworking brother, worthy of a nice home-cooked meal.

  I preferred to dine out, but could cook my ass off. It was funny, I didn’t eat eggs but could make a mean omelet. I put cheese, diced tomatoes, onions, green peppers, and breakfast turkey in Troy’s and served it with hash browns, moist rolls, and a tall glass of orange juice.

  Troy was appreciative of the meal and cleaned his plate.

  Afterward, we bathe each other and ventured out. Troy wasn’t interested in sightseeing, but had done such a marvelous job showing me around New York, I felt compelled to at least show him some parts of Detroit.

  We hung out on Detroit’s promenade down in Hart Plaza, looking over into Canada before driving to Belle Isle. I loved being by the water. I’d prepared a nice picnic basket full of deli-style sandwiches. We enjoyed lunch in the midst of each other’s presence, watching motorists out on their boats and jet skis.

  Later that evening, Troy got an urgent phone call. Something happened on one of his job sites, and he had to get back, cutting his seven-day trip with me into a short three-day visit. It was down to the last twenty-four hours before Troy would be heading back to New York. I didn’t want him to leave and was already beginning to feel depressed.

  When we returned to my house, I started preparing our dinner. Troy helped me set the table and peeled the potatoes. I was cooking red snapper marinated in scotch bonnet and fresh garlic with jerk shrimp, mashed potatoes, wild rice, veggies, plantain, and a cheesecake with cherry topping for dessert.

  While the food cooked, we started a game of Scrabble, accompanied by a bottle of red wine. I didn’t have anyone with whom to play board games, so this was new to me. Troy was teaching me the concept of the game. I didn’t think it would be difficult. I could think of several words that I could create to beat Troy.

  “This should be easy for you,” he said.

  “Why is that?”

  “Well, you’re the doctor. You know more words than I do,” he said and smiled.

  I’d never been sure if my education bothered Troy. I had been to college, had my doctorate, and Troy hadn’t even graduated from high school.

  “That doesn’t have anything to do with this game right here.” I laughed.

  “Does it bother you?” Troy asked.

  “What’s that?”

  “That I didn’t finish high school,” he said.

  “No. Does it concern you?”

  “Sometimes. I’ve come so far with my business and all. I just feel like I don’t need a diploma or it doesn’t make sense to go back now.”

  “The decision is yours, sweetie. I’m an advocate of education, so I would argue that it’s never too late to continue. You have to want it.”

  His lack of credentials didn’t alarm me at this stage of my life. It wasn’t that I had settled, merely just grown and adapted my thought process to what was reality. Truthfully, a lot of decent men out there were overlooked because they didn’t have Harvard degrees. I wasn’t about to second-guess Troy. He knew how to treat me, and I respected him. He definitely wasn’t an ignorant man. He had created an empire with his business and was making it happen.

  Troy was devoted to his work. I didn’t need a man for stability. I was already stable. I wanted a man to love me and satisfy my sexual cravings. Troy did that.

  “That isn’t a word,” I exclaimed as Troy spelled out pulchritudinous.

  “Of course it is,” he said, amused.

  “What does it mean?”

  He tossed me the dictionary and replied, “Look it up.”

  I searched for his word, and it was there. It meant having great beauty or appeal. Troy continued to dazzle me with the words and messages he created on the Scrabble board. I was impressed. His vocabulary, conversation, and personality intrigued me. I hungered to discover more about this man.

  When the game was over, I had lost, but I wasn’t a sore loser. Dinner was served.

  • • •

  The morning of Troy’s departure was harder than we intended. I held back tears as we kissed good-bye. We had had a fun-filled, romantic, and erotic weekend. Seeing Troy leave gave me an awkward feeling inside. As I watched him walk away, I knew I was moving to New York.

  Chapter 10|

  For the next few months, I drowned myself in my work, staying away from Dorian. I was trying to control my emotions for Troy, so I wasn’t calling him as much, although he stayed on my mind. I had been looking at properties in New York and was slowly referring my patients to a colleague.

  Dorian called one day insisting that we meet. From the sound of his voice, something had him spooked. It didn’t matter. I wasn’t surrendering to his request.

  I packed my things and left the office early. I wanted to go and take a much-needed nap. When I got home, I had several messages from some guy named Montez. He left a number for me. Before I could return his call, he phoned again.

  “Hello,” I said.

  “Hi. Sorry to bother you, but I really need to speak to you about your man,” he said.

  “You have the wrong number.”

  Click.

  The phone rang again. “Hello,” I said.

  “I’m talking about your man Dorian,” he stated. His words startled me as I went to hang up again.

  “Don’t disconnect me again. Hear me out,” he said.

  I don’t know why I didn’t end the call at that moment. For a few seconds, I remained speechless.

  “This is his lover. I’ve been sleeping with Dorian for a year now. He said he was going to tell you, but I know he hasn’t.”

  I fell silent as the man explained in explicit detail how they had been dating and Dorian was supposed to break up with me. I had heard enough.

  “You still have the wrong number.”

  When I hung up the phone, there was a lump in my throat the size of a bullfrog. I instantly felt like I couldn’t breathe. I thought of all the times I had sex with that short-dick man and how he loved fucking me in the ass. I had u
sed a condom every time, but I still felt disgusted knowing Dorian probably had been sucking that man’s dick the same way he had licked my pussy.

  It wasn’t long before I received a knock on the door. It was Khalil and some of his friends.

  “What’s up, soror?” Khalil said, brushing past me.

  “Hey, frat. What’s going on? What are you so elated about?”

  “Because we got you, sis.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You should have heard the frustration in your voice when my boy said, This is his lover.”

  “Get the fuck outta here. Why are ya niggas playing on my phone? I’m not the one pledging.” I laughed at the prank, although with all that had transpired with Dorian and his wife, I was slightly pissed. Khalil wasn’t aware of the details so I just smiled like everything was copasetic.

  Khalil and his crew were headed to the movies. He invited me, but I declined. I got to meet his lady, Janet. She was a short, petite woman. Even in her presence, he didn’t make me feel any less special than I am.

  • • •

  I had found a few apartments in New York through an online broker with whom I had been working. I was scheduled to view them that week. I made travel arrangements and left Troy a message, hoping he could pick me up at the airport. I’d only be in town for two days. I couldn’t stay longer because I had commitments and had to get back soon.

  While I was out shopping for lingerie, something I always did before a trip, I spoke with Troy. He told me about Dallas coming on to him at some party.

  “So what happened?” I asked.

  “She walked up on me while I was dancing to ‘Jook Gal’ by Elephant Man. She was bouncing her ass all over me. I walked away, went to the bar, and got a drink. She followed, ordered an apple martini. She ran some line about being too intoxicated to get home and her girl had bounced with some nigga.”