by N'Tyse
With that, he pulled me up for one of the most passionate, dizzying kisses I had experienced in quite some time. His lips left mine and I felt dazed, confused and hornier than ever. I did a deep knee bend and took all of him in my mouth. His moaning was in sync with my movements as his fingers became entangled in my weave. As long as he didn’t pull one out, he could massage my tracks all he wanted. Besides, I love crowd participation, and the feel of his hips thrusting against my face while his hands were pulling me into him had me wet all over again. I placed my fingers between my legs and brought us back to the brink. He finished us off when he snatched me up and threw me over the arm of the sofa. He hit it doggy-style and I did everything but bark as he hit every spot he was supposed to. We both came in a matter of minutes.
“Got-damn,” I mumbled into the cushions, happy to have the chair supporting our dead weight. My face was plastered to the cushion; his face was fused with my sweaty back. We panted like we had just run a marathon. When we finally caught our breath, we made our way to the shower and then to the bed.
I don’t even remember us falling asleep, but once again, I awoke when I heard Kelly belting out, “She was a friend of mine, she left with my man…” I used to think that shit was cute, but listening to it tonight lying next to what should be the man in my life—but in reality was the man in her life—made me feel like a fool.
“Hey, Phyl,” I said without even checking the caller ID. “What time is it?”
“Sorry to wake you,” she said in a tone that let me know we were not besties tonight. Tonight she was the pissed-off girlfriend, and I was the fucked-up friend who always got her man into trouble. “Where the fuck is Keith?”
“I’m fine,” I said unsympathetically. “How are you?”
She exhaled loudly. “Mimi, I don’t…”
“Then don’t,” I said, stopping that bitch in her tracks. I may be wrong. Matter of fact, I am wrong, but no one is going to call my house at… “What time is it?” I asked to no one in particular. I finally found the clock down by the bed where I kicked it when Keith had me in a full nelson while hitting it from the back earlier.
“Mimi, can you please put Keith on the phone?” she asked a little nicer this time. “He’s not picking up his phone, or I never would have called you.” I could tell she was biting her tongue and was going to unleash on him as soon as I put him on the line, but that had nothing to do with me. She and I had an understanding—don’t overstep your boundaries and I won’t have to kick your ass. I thought that was easy enough to remember and abide by.
“It’s no problem, Phyl. He probably fell asleep on the floor or the couch watching videos. Let me put on a robe and get him for you.” I rustled some shit around and picked up the remote. I walked over and pushed the door past the point where I knew it would squeak before hitting the wall and simultaneously turned on the TV pretending I was walking out into the living room. I padded back into my bedroom and shook Keith as he slept on my favorite side of the bed. I knew he was going to wake thinking I wanted some more loving, so I smashed the pillow over his mouth before he could utter a sound.
“What the fuck you doing, Mimi?” he asked, sitting up and looking like he was about to hurt something. I was instantly turned on.
“Phyllis is on the phone looking for your dumb ass. I wish you’d stop passing out on my couch so she would stop blaming me for you fucking up all the time,” I screeched for effect.
He shook his head, snatched the phone and sighed deeply. “Yo, why you calling Mimi at all hours of the night? . . . Maybe because I was sleep . . . Yo, who the fuck you talking to? Yeah, I’ll do that… Phyllis, I’ll see your ass tomorrow after you’ve had a moment to cool off because I’m not about to drive home half drunk just to argue with you…Hello? Hello? Hello?”
I snatched my phone and placed it on the nightstand.
“What you smiling about?” he asked, nudging me.
“Why the fuck you screaming hello when you know she already hung up on your silly behind?” I couldn’t stop laughing.
“Yeah, I bet I wasn’t silly a few hours ago when I had your ass in here screaming my name. You know what time it is. By the time I get home tomorrow, this shit will be squashed. But first, I need to finish what we started.”
Keith began kissing on my neck. I pushed him away just as the light started trickling through the blinds. “I can’t do this.”
“You can’t do what?” he asked exasperated. I knew it was his hard-on talking—not his brain or heart—so I ignored him.
I turned over on my side facing the opposite wall. He tried to turn me to face him, but I wouldn’t budge. He walked around the bed and knelt in front of me. I tried to hide my face, but his hand caught the first tear as it fell.
“What’s wrong, Baby Girl? What did I do?” He sounded genuinely concerned and so sincere it made me cry even harder. “Mimi, talk to me,” he said, grabbing me up into his strong arms and rocking me gently. I still couldn’t speak. I was just too overwhelmed. “I don’t know what’s up with you,” he continued in the softest voice I ever heard from him, “but you don’t ever have to shed a tear over me, baby. I ain’t going nowhere. Yeah, I know that Phyllis is there, but she ain’t what I want. I knew that the first time I laid eyes on you. Now that you’re finally letting me in, Mimi, I ain’t letting go. Believe that. I’m in this to stay. I promise you that, on everything I love.”
I wanted to explain to him I’d heard those same words so many times before, and in the end, on everything I love, boy stays with girl and Mimi gets to eat her way back to happiness. I needed him to know I liked being the other woman because I knew how to play my position. At least, I used to know how to play it. Now I was confused. Now I was lost. Now I was falling in love with a man who was young enough to be my son, but mature enough to bring me out of my shell and break down my defensive walls. Now I was weak, and I made the worst possible decisions when I became this Mimi. I wanted to say all that and more, but once again, I couldn’t find my voice. All I could do was weep for the pain I already knew was forthcoming and prepare myself for battle.
HOUSE ARREST
Keith finally left about an hour after my waterworks stopped. He held me, soothed me and made me Christopher Williams promises—promises I knew he wouldn’t keep. Hell, he couldn’t keep them. No matter how much I wanted his sentiments to be true, I knew they were just words, and his actions would be the things I needed to heed. I lay in silence contemplating my next move.
I wasn’t surprised when I heard the Law & Order “bong-bong” tone reverberate off my walls. The room was quiet, and the sound was refreshing. I peeked over at my phone and saw that the text message was from Keith.
“I meant what I said earlier, Mimi. I ain’t playing no games. It’s just a matter of time before you are mine.”
I smiled at the display and contemplated how I would respond. Then the tone resounded once again.
“BTW… What you wearing right now?”
I was grinning like a naughty schoolgirl as I tried to think of a witty and nasty response. The “bong-bong” came through once more. This time it was Parish.
“Want some company?”
I wasn’t interested in his ass at the moment. All my attention was on my little Yum-Yum who was asking about my attire. I quickly stripped naked and keyed in a response.
“The skin I was born in. How about you?”
“About the same. I’m ’bout to go take a shower so I can lie back and relax.”
“Mmmmmmmmmm, wish I were there to join you, baby,” I typed, beginning to feel that telltale moisture between my legs.
“You just made my dick hard, Mimi. Want some company?”
Although I had ignored Parish when he’d asked me the same thing just a few moments ago, there was no way in the world I was about to turn down Keith’s delectable offer.
“Yes.” Simple. Straight to the point. And desperate, Mimi. Very desperate, but I didn’t give a damn. Keith had me sprung on his young a
ss, and every chance I had to ride that chocolate stallion, was an opportunity I was going to take full advantage of.
“See you in a few, baby. Get it wet for me…”
He didn’t have to ask me twice. I was in and out of the shower in record time. Applying lotion and spraying body mist on the parts that counted. I reclined on the bed, put on some slow jams and fantasized about my soon-to-be climax as Usher sang about one of a totally different nature.
Just as I looked up at the clock, the “bong-bong” came through loud and clear. I reached for my phone and read the screen.
“Sorry, Ma. Phyllis is feelin’ some type of way cuz I’m tryna leave out for the 2nd nite in a row. I gotta take a rain check, Baby.”
“Are you serious?” I screamed to no one in particular. I was just about to hit him back and give him a piece of my horny and pissed-off mind, when the “bong-bong” stopped me in my tracks.
“Yo Mimi. I’m sorry if I came off the wrong way earlier. I’m in your hood. Wanted to pick up some dinner and a bottle and stop by to see you. Is that all right, Baby?”
Any other time I would’ve ignored his text and pretended not to have received it. With Keith’s ass on house arrest tonight, there was no reason for me not to put out this fire he’d started. Besides, I was heated and a heated Mimi led to a ruthless Sheba. She snatched up my phone and typed in some scandalous shit that I’m even too embarrassed to repeat. Within an hour of her pressing “SEND,” Parish walked through the door with two steak and potato dinners and a few bottles of Rose Santero Moscato.
“I hope you know how incredibly sexy you look right now,” he said, taking me all in.
“Yes I do,” I replied, sashaying by him in a red, crotchless body stocking and matching fishnet thong. My thigh-high stilettos were click-clacking against the parquet floors in tune with the thrust of my hips as I led him to the dining room table.
Halfway through the meal and two bottles of Moscato later, Parish leaned back and stared at me. I batted my eyelashes and went into my shy-girl mode.
“Mimi, why are you still single?”
“The same reason why you’re engaged to Taylor, but sneaking to see me every chance you get. It’s all about damage control. I’m not a threat to your relationship and my being single is not a threat to my sanity.”
“You sure that’s the only reason? I think you’re scared.”
“You’re right. I’m scared that I will become Taylor, and that is a position I don’t know how to play too well. I’m one of those dish-it-out but can’t-take-it females. I prefer to know I’m sharing you, instead of thinking you’re all mine and you’re not. It’s my way of keeping my feelings in check.”
“And that’s what you’re doing with us,” he slurred. “Keeping your feelings in check? I mean, would you want more from me if I was able to give it to you?”
“Why you doing this tonight, Parish?” I asked. “Does it look like I’m dressed for a job interview?”
We laughed, but his was half-hearted.
“Nah, Mimi, I’m just saying. You make me second-guess my whole relationship. Like I placed a ring on the wrong finger. You’re a great woman, and I think you keep selling yourself short.”
“Parish…” I started, and then I fell silent. What was there to say? He was right, but this was not the conversation nor mood I’d anticipated this evening so I switched it up a little. “How about we take this bottle to the bedroom and finish our conversation in there?”
“Why you always running, Mimi? You know once I get your thick, sexy ass in that bedroom, there ain’t going to be no more talking.”
“Exactly,” I countered, jumping up unsteadily from my chair and grabbing him up out of his. “Follow me,” I said, feeling the heat on my ass cheeks from the holes his eyes were boring into them.
Once in the room, Parish grabbed and kissed me like he loved me. Deep and passionate—all tongue and soft caresses. Folding my body into his. Lying me back onto the bed gently. Maneuvering a condom on and my thong to the side with ease. Filling me up slowly and purposefully. Uttering words and emotions I never heard fall from his lips until now. Bringing my body to the brink and then joining me in several well-deserved orgasms that had the both of us panting and sweating profusely. Had we not fallen into a coma-like sleep soon after, I would have heard the “bong-bong” and read the message from Keith.
“I have to see you tonight…OMW over, baby.”
COMPROMISING POSITIONS
When the doorbell rang, I thought I was hearing things. It wasn’t until Parish nudged me that I realized I wasn’t dreaming.
“Just a minute,” I screamed out, walking to the bathroom to relieve myself and freshen up a bit. I grabbed my robe off the back of the door and walked out of the bedroom, pulling the door closed behind myself. I opened the door to Keith’s smiling face.
“Hey, baby. Did you get my text?” he asked, grabbing me up and throwing his tongue down my throat.
I heard the toilet flush and the faucet come on at the same time Keith stopped attacking my tonsils.
“Yo, you got company, ma?” he asked. I sensed anger in his tone and hurt in his eyes.
“Yes, Love, I do,” I answered. I wasn’t trying to hurt him, but he had to realize I wasn’t going to sit around and wait on him and Phyllis to get their shit together. I had needs, too.
“Word, Mimi? It’s like that?”
“It’s like what?” Parish asked, walking down the hall in just his boxers and a shit-eating grin. “Everything all right out here?”
I rolled my eyes in my head and shot Parish the death look. He ignored me, and so did Keith.
“I’m talking to Mimi, my dude. This ain’t got nothing to do with you,” Keith said to Parish.
“Well, Mimi is busy tonight as you can see,” Parish countered.
“That’s too bad, my dude,” Keith said, walking past me and taking a seat on the couch. “ ’Cause I ain’t leaving. Yo, Mimi, you got anything to drink in here?”
I was still in shock, standing in the open doorway looking out onto the street. Parish reached over my shoulder and pushed the door closed.
“You want to tell me what’s going on here, Mimi,” they asked in unison.
I didn’t have an answer so I diverted their attention to my body. I dropped my robe at the door and strutted over to the kitchen. “I don’t know about the two of you, but I need a drink.”
I walked over to the cabinet and retrieved my brand-new bottle of Jack Daniel’s and a shot glass. I needed to be good and fucked up before I walked my ass back in the living room. Since they both wanted to puff out their chests this evening, may the best man win. I wasn’t the one for compromising positions. I leaned back on the cabinet and let the liquid burn my throat and chest.
“How you gonna do this to me, Mimi?” Keith asked, entering the kitchen and grabbing a shot glass of his own. “I thought…”
“You thought what, Keith? That I gave up my BFF status because you threw down something lovely last night?” I didn’t mean to sound so bitter, but I couldn’t help it. He stood me up and now had the nerve to be mad I’d made alternate plans? I think not.
“Well, yeah,” he said dejectedly. “I thought we had an agreement…or rather an understanding…”
“And I think you must have misunderstood. Keith, I’m not…”
Keith had me pressed up against the counter. Grabbing at all of my curves and kissing me even more passionately than Parish did some hours ago. I got lost in his embrace until I heard Parish clear his throat loudly while standing at the threshold.
“So this is how it is, Mimi,” he asked. “You gonna play me right to my face?”
“Parish, we are not in a relationship,” I said, moving off the counter and standing in front of Keith. “You already know what this is about, and I never committed myself to either one of you. So, y’all can stop the pity-party, get dressed and leave me the fuck alone. I’m a single woman and I don’t need this type of drama in my life.”
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“I already told your ass, I ain’t going nowhere,” Keith said, grabbing me by my waist and pulling me into his body. “You already know what time it is with me.”
“Well, I ain’t leaving, either,” Parish said, walking over and kissing me like he owned me.
The dual sensation of both sets of hands and both pair of lips exploring my body was too much to handle. When they began peeling off my body stocking and thong, I felt my knees begin to buckle. I regained my composure, eased from between their writhing bodies and played follow the leader as they trailed me to the bedroom. I couldn’t believe what I was about to do, but I was too far gone now to stop myself.
“Take off your clothes,” I said seductively to Keith as Parish began tongue kissing my lower lips.
When Keith was naked, I pulled him on top of the bed and placed my lips around his shaft. The feel of Parish’s tongue and fingers inside me, coupled with the taste of Keith on my tongue had me so horny I needed to feel the real thing. I pushed Keith back, flipped Parish onto the bed and took residence atop his lap. When my gyrations led to low moans, I put my mouth back on Keith and helped him grow to the required size.
Keith jumped down off the bed and retrieved my baby oil off the dresser. When he returned to the bed, he squirted a generous amount on my rotating ass, sliding his oily fingers in and out of my anus preparing me to receive his girth. He oiled himself down and then inserted his tip very slowly and meticulously into my tautness. I bit into Parish’s shoulder, trying to relax through the pain. I knew pleasure was just a few strokes away, but it took some getting used to. Parish and Keith had me plugged up like a bowling ball. Just as I was about to give up and call the whole thing off, I was overcome by a feeling of euphoria. Parish’s feel-good rhythm coupled with Keith’s unfamiliar, but pleasurable rear invasion had me screaming all kinds of obscenities. Listening to our grunts and moans, I clawed at them both—taking their smacks to my ass in stride. My body was sandwiched between theirs. I let out a guttural scream as skin slapped against skin and I came like I never came before. The feeling started from my back and took over my front, turning me into an epileptic, biting my tongue and my eyes rolling to the back of my head.