Prohibited: an erotic novel

by Patrese, Donnee

  My son, he knew.

  I could see Maxine freeze. I had to come up with something though I knew it would be in vain.

  “So, that was my study. Would you like to see some more of the house?’ I asked.

  It took a second, but she eventually realized what I was doing.

  “No, I think I have seen enough.” She replied

  Junior just stared at me. I had seen that look before. He knew that I was not faithful to his mother and whenever he caught me he gave me that look.

  “So, my dad was giving you a tour?”

  “Yes.” She said moving away from me.

  He walked over to her and led her away.

  “Let’s get your coat. Julia and Uncle ‘Enzo are ready to go.”

  He never took his eyes off me.

  “I’m going to go play the host to the other guest.”

  I exited the foyer feeling a little flushed. The rest of the evening went by so fast. Most of the guest started to leave shortly after that encounter.

  I watched as Maxine prepared to leave and I felt an overwhelming sense of shame and guilt. What she does to me I cannot explain.

  I thought about that late into the night.

  The house was quiet now.

  I was back in the basement concentrating and thinking. I came very close to making quite a scene. What does that say about me? I mean it’s as if I do not care anymore. I wanted Maxine and I won’t stop until I have her.

  Maxine

  “Oh, Maxi, You are going to be so happy that you accepted my invite. A double date with Justin and me would do you some good.” Julia said from the driver’s side window.

  We just finished lunch and I was in a hurry to get to my apartment. I needed to be alone for a while. I was grateful Julia had a double date tonight with Mikey and Stacey. I just really needed some time to myself. The last thing I wanted to think about was going on a date.

  The thought of it made my stomach hurt. Though I tried very hard to think of reasons to keep from attending, in the end I had run out of outright lies and excuses. There was no way around the situation.

  The last “date” I was on was with Michael.

  I have been longing for him. I have not seen or spoken to him since Thanksgiving. After Mikey caught us, he made it very clear to me in a phone conversation that I needed to stay clear of his dad if I valued our friendship. And I really did value his friendship. I really cared about Mikey and he was much more important than sex with anyone.

  So, I have avoided Michael for the past month like the plague. Needless to say, my vibrator has gotten quite a workout.

  I knew there were plenty of men out there that wanted to fuck me but…Michael had me pleasantly spoiled.

  The things that man can do with his tongue…

  I walked into my apartment dropping my coat and keys on the couch and headed for my bedroom. I glanced at my digital answering machine on the way and noticed that I had five messages.

  The first two were from my aunt Tina telling me to give her a call as soon as I got a chance. I have been a neglectful niece lately. I think I will give her a call after I take a shower. I turned the volume on the machine up and listened to my messages.

  I walked into the bathroom and stripped to only my bra and panties. I tossed the clothes on the floor and let the water run to get warm. I was sitting on the edge of the tub getting the water temperature just right when I heard a knock on the door. I turned off the water and listened.

  I heard another knock.

  I grabbed my robe and headed to the door.

  I stood on my tiptoes and looked out the peephole. What I saw made my heart race. There was another knock. I swung open the door and the cold air hit me like a ton of bricks.

  Michael stood nonchalantly leaning against the frame.

  “Ah cara mia, good afternoon.” He said.

  He was wearing a gray button up shirt, black slacks and a black blazer. The darkness of his clothes mixed with his dark hair made his green eyes sparkle.

  I froze. I stood there for what seemed like an eternity.

  He chuckled.

  “Can I come in?”

  I blinked.

  “Umm…okay, sure.”

  I moved aside and let him pass me into my apartment. His arm brushed mine as he passed leaving a trail of his cologne. I caught a whiff and it sent shivers down my spine. For a few seconds, I was lost. I took a deep breath, regaining some form of composure, and closed the front door. I watched as he made his way to my couch, took off his coat and took a seat.

  I just leaned against the door. He patted the seat on the couch next to him.

  I shook my head.

  He smiled and stood from the couch. He walked to me, grabbing my hand and leading me over. I sat down, and he sat down-very close.

  “Michael, why are you here?” I said sliding away from him.

  He grabbed my hand and began to slowly caress it.

  “I’ve missed you.”

  I turned from him. I didn’t want him to see the desire hiding in my eyes.

  I promised Mikey after all.

  He reached over turning my head, forcing me to look at him.

  “I have been calling?”

  “I know.” I said

  He continued to caress my hand.

  “You have not returned my calls.”

  “After our last encounter, I decided it would be best if we just stay away from each other.”

  He smiled and with his right hand he began to slowly caress my cheek.

  “You make this declaration every time we see each other and so far…you can’t seem to keep your hands off me.”

  It was hard to concentrate with him touching me. Yet he was right. I wanted to rip his clothes off right then and there.

  “I mean it this time.”

  He smiled.

  “Of course you do, my love.”

  He moved closer until our faces were very close. He leaned in and softly placed his lips on mine. It felt so good to taste him and to smell the sweetness of his cologne. He pushed me backwards on the couch until I was lying on my back.

  His body was on top of me and I could feel his hand undoing the knot on my robe. I wanted, no wait, I yearned to feel his hands on my body.

  He moved opening my robe. While on my back, I started to undo the buttons on his shirt. When I was done, I watched him take it off, tossing it on the floor. He toke off his shoes and undid his pants.

  I watched him.

  He really has done this a lot. He was practically naked in 2.5 seconds.

  In only his underwear, he adjusted my body on the couch, removing my robe in the process. He began to kiss me on the neck, down my collarbone and to my breasts. I was lost and could not free myself from the temptation. He looked up at me and smiled. I could feel his fingers trailing a path down my stomach and into my panties.

  I moaned.

  Just as he trailed his head down to follow the path his fingers made, my cell phone rang.

  The noise brought me out of my stupor and I sat up quickly. I let it ring as I was in no position to talk to anyone at the moment. Michael sat up and tried to pull me toward him, but I dodged his advance and pulled myself off the couch.

  I grabbed my robe and put it on tying the belt as tight as possible.

  “Maxine…”

  I wrapped my arms around me so that I was sure to keep my hands to myself.

  I looked at him.

  “This happens every time you get near me, but I mean it this time. No more!”

  I was not expecting his reaction. He leaned back on the couch still only in his underwear. He placed his hands over his face and sighed. The look of depression and sadness he wore was such a shock. I walked over to the couch and sat down beside him.

  “Michael, are you alright?”

  He looked at me, and his eyes were dark.

  “I know the position I am putting you in and I apologize.” He said taking my hand.

  I’m not quite so sure that
he understands the toll our relationship is taking on me.

  “I just really needed to see you, to be with you.”

  He exhaled nosily.

  “Michael, we should never have slept together at your house on Thanksgiving.”

  “I know it was a mistake. I wasn’t thinking. You see what you do to me?” He chuckled.

  “Michael you have to remember that this is just sex. I mean it was incredible and mind-blowing sex, but just sex.”

  He folded his arms across his chest.

  “Are you sure sweetheart? I have a feeling that you care about me just as much as I care at you.”

  With hands on my hips, I dismissed his claims.

  “No, believe me. I just want your amazing dick in every hole on my body.”

  He laughed.

  “Okay. Say what you want to say, but I know you feel something more. When we make love…”

  “Fuck.”

  His eyebrows furrowed.

  “Excuse me?”

  “We fuck. We don’t make love.”

  At first he looked disturbed, and then his green eyes brightened. He started to laugh. His laughter then changed into a full out chuckle fit.

  I had to admit, it was contagious.

  “Is it really that funny?”

  He was starting to get himself under control.

  “My dear, you are a hard nut to crack.”

  “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

  “Don’t get me wrong my darling. I am still hopeful. I’m hoping…”

  “Hoping that I will change my mind? Not gonna happen.” I declared.

  He squinted with an eyebrow raised.

  “I see doubt in your eyes cara mia.”

  He just wasn’t letting up. If Mikey asks, I am really trying not to give in to temptation, but this man that sits before me is insatiable.

  It made me wonder how a man who is married to such a beautiful woman would want to be in my bed. How awful is his relationship?

  Maybe this was all a front. I’m guessing fucking a young sexy black girl could be just a fantasy for a rich, white man like Michael.

  “I see your beautiful little brain working. What’s on your mind my love?”

  I debated on whether or not I should say. I know sometimes I lacked tact in the things that come out my mouth. However, I decided to say it anyway.

  “Am I just a fantasy to you?” I almost whispered.

  He chuckled. It was slightly disturbing.

  “A fantasy? No my dear. Though at times, you do seem too good to be true.”

  I sighed.

  “How awful is your marriage then?”

  “Well, I guess pretty damn bad if I am here with you.”

  Call me nosey, but I was curious.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Sex right now isn’t going to happen is it?”

  I shook my head.

  “Then do you mind if I get dressed?”

  I shook my head and he began to redress. When he was finished, he sat back down on the couch.

  “Cara mia, for the past ten years my marriage has been a sham. My wife refuses to let me touch her. She prefers to spend all of her time with her friends and I sit at home, alone and unhappy.”

  I was shocked. Not that I expected his marriage was perfect. I mean, he was here with me. However, I didn’t expect this nor did I expect this confession. I wasn’t sure what to say so I just sat and listened.

  “Can you imagine on a nightly basis lying in bed next to a person that you love yet they feel no emotion, no passion nor any love for you?” He asked pressing his back against my couch.

  “Unfortunately, I do.” I said also leaning back against the couch.

  I felt him fix his eyes on me. He didn’t speak, so I offered.

  “My ex-boyfriend was not such a nice guy.” I said trying to decide if I wanted to continue.

  Just the memory of my ex and I could feel the tears building up in my eyes. Michael noticed and he reached over placing his hand on my knee.

  “What did he do to you?” He asked gently.

  I mustered up all the courage I had.

  “He was very abusive. It took a little while before I could get away from him.”

  I wiped a fallen tear off my cheek.

  “It was just a bad time in my life. I spent a few nights in the hospital wondering why I was with him and knowing that when I left I was going back to him.”

  He looked so upset.

  “How long were you with him?”

  I couldn’t help it. I started to cry. A few more tears began to fall down my cheek. I felt weird and awkward crying in front of Michael. I honestly didn’t think I had any tears left for Timothy.

  I could feel his fingers dig into my knee.

  “It was a long and painful three years.”

  “I am so sorry my love. Just the thought of another man placing his hands on you in anyway…”

  “It’s okay. I get a little better every day.” I said and that was the truth.

  It was very difficult to get over something like that and sometimes I felt I was still working on it.

  “If it wasn’t for Mikey, I don’t know how I would have gotten away from that jerk.” I said biting my nails.

  “I didn’t realize you and Junior were that close.”

  I took a deep breath.

  “We weren’t that close when we first met, but he met Timothy and then Mikey became my shadow. He knew that Timothy was hurting me. On a few occasions he was the one driving me to the hospital.”

  “How did Junior get you away from him?”

  I wiped the tears from my eyes.

  “Well, Timothy and I had a fight. It really turned ugly and he punched me in the face. I showed up to class with a black eye, and Mikey went ballistic!”

  “What happened?”

  “Mikey beat the living shit out of him and dared him to touch me again. I slept in Mikey’s apartment for a couple months after that. I owe Mikey so much and it kills me that I am hurting him now.

  He looked confused then I could see the understanding in his eyes.

  “You are hurting him by being with me?”

  “Yes. He is the reason we can’t do this anymore. Don’t you feel any guilt about what we are doing?”

  “I am not going to lie or sugar coat things.” He said turning his body towards me and taking my finger out of my mouth.

  “I have been so miserable for so long that sometimes I do not care.”

  He sighed.

  “I love my son but there are just some things he just does not understand. I can’t tell my son that my wife refuses to be intimate with me.”

  “My wife and I have not had sex in years. As I confessed before, there have been other women.”

  He smiled at the look on my face.

  “Maxine, this is not just about sex. I have spent three years in therapy trying to explain this same thing to my wife. I wanted to go back to where we used to be. Where we would have conversations and hold each other. I am missing more than just sex.”

  I sat quietly and let him continue.

  “Whenever she looks at me, I see disgust in her eyes. No one should have to live like that.”

  I didn’t know what to say yet I knew the feeling. When Timothy was in his moods, in between blows, the only thing I could see in his eyes was disgust. There was disgust for life, for himself and for me. Michael was right. No one should live like that.

  I reached over, grabbing his hand and gave it a squeeze. He leaned over and placed a soft kiss on my lips. It sent tremors down my spine. He leaned back and ran his fingers through his dark hair.

  “Maxine, what I feel for you is real. I cherish every minute that I have with you. Every time I see you it makes me feel so good and alive.”

  “Michael…”

  He raised a hand.

  “Maxine, let me finish.” He said rubbing my cheek with the back of his hand.