“Look, sweetheart. I know this is the first time I’ve had a female houseguest since we’ve been together. But you have to trust me. She’s just a friend. She’s leaving next Sunday. Mom invited her to the barbecue and Melanie volunteered to help prepare the food. She’s an excellent cook. Get to know her. You’ll like her.”
Damn! Jada wondered how well Wellington knew Melanie. He hadn’t budged since he opened the door. Maybe he was stalling while she freshened up.
“Melanie and my mom have a lot in common. They’re affiliated with most of the same prestigious organizations. You know how important that is to my mom. It’s been a long-standing tradition in Melanie’s family. That’s why my mother respects her so much. You really should join at least one.”
Well, don’t we just know her whole life history? Isn’t that cute.” Wellington, we’ve had this discussion before and you know I refuse to join any of those organizations. Getting back to the subject at hand. If she’s just a friend, why was she on your balcony and not the guest balcony?”
“Look, Diamond, I don’t have to prove myself. It’s too hot and too early for ninety-nine questions. You show up unannounced and now you want to interrogate me. Baby, please come in. Have a seat in the living room. I’ll prepare breakfast for both of you.”
Wellington’s foyer was larger than most. Consuming approximately two hundred square feet, the floor was made of crystal clear marble. His favorite color black was swirled in an abstract pattern. Jada had never seen this type of marble anyplace. London. Paris. Italy. China. Two black pillars—ringed with twenty-four-karat gold accents around the top and bottom—stood twenty-four feet high, twelve feet apart. The custom-designed silk African drapes, spiraled each pillar from ceiling to floor.
Convinced he wouldn’t tell her the real deal, Jada entered Wellington’s spacious sunk-in living room like Inspector Clouseau. The furniture was strategically situated near the sliding glass door leading to his main patio. Step by step. Thump. Thump. Thump. The pulse in her throat kept pace. The tailored winter-white drapes were drawn to prevent glare on the seventy-inch television. Ah ha! Melanie appeared right at home. The world news was on the big screen. An X-rated film featuring Vanessa on the other. Melanie’s French pedicure blended with the off-white chaise longue. Jada’s heart and feet sank into the tan carpet’s thickness. She noticed how Melanie’s bright teeth shined through the cherry-red lip gloss. So this was what high-society women did on vacation.
“Oh hi, I’m Melanie.” Melanie resumed watching TV.” Wellington has told me so much about you.”
Before today, he’d never mentioned Melanie. Jada had the inside scoop on D.C. women. They didn’t have a problem sharing a man. In California, if women shared, it was strictly for the moment. Do not get attached. For the moment, Jada ignored the video and lay on the couch parallel to the chaise longue.
“Hi, Melanie, I’m Diamond, Wellington’s fiancée.”
Eyebrows arched. French manicure. Perfect size ten. Small waist. Bigger breasts. Smaller butt. Shoulder-length hair, brown. Teasing tan. Gorgeous. Five-nine. Five-ten. One forty. One forty-five. High cheekbones. Piercing light-brown eyes. Thick lips. Soft shoulders. Lustrous skin. Melanie was too sexy for comfort.
“So, Melanie, what brings you all the way to California, in your car?”
Melanie’s light-brown eyes were fixed on the video.
“I needed a break from the studio. I’m a photographer for Vibrations Magazine.”
Jada’s body went from horizontal to vertical in three seconds.” Excuse me for a moment. I’ll be right back.”
Wellington had gone upstairs to his bedroom. The Road Runner couldn’t have gotten to him quicker. He stood naked. She stood still. He flexed in front of his wall-length mirror. Needless to say, Ms. Melanie could prepare breakfast her damn self.
She entered his suite-size bedroom.” Hi, baby.” Her tongue traveled three hundred and sixty degrees around her lips. Jada lusted for Wellington’s six-foot-four, two hundred and twenty pounds of succulent, caramel flesh. She felt her heart beat against her thong.
“Hi, precious, you have perfect timing.” Wellington did three quick dick curls.” I was just about to shower. Join me.”
“You said you were going to prepare breakfast.”
“What’s the rush? I’ll do it later.”
Jada realized she’d just gotten out of the shower, but what’s a woman to do! White cotton cloth circled her feet. Wellington never could resist her tasty chocolate mounds with nipples that tasted like Hershey’s Kisses. It was her favorite flavored cocoa butter lite.
He did an erotic strip-tease move. Spun around. Glided close behind.” You know I love the way you smell, baby, but I can never figure out exactly what you’re wearing.” The wetness of his tongue invoked a trail of coolness up her spine. His smooth masculine hands caressed her voluptuous thirty-six Ds. The view in the mirror turned Jada on. The flow she suppressed earlier welled up inside her pulsating walls.
Gently, he turned her around and palmed her firm ass. Wellington’s winter-fresh tongue invaded Jada’s mouth. She greeted it like it was opening day at Disney World.
A video scene flashed across Jada’s mind. Vanessa blew softly and feathered this handsome young guy. Absent her touch, his body trembled. He climaxed. Jada had acquired most of her sexual skills from reading. But one day soon, she’d have to try that on Wellington.
They stepped into his 150-square-foot custom-made shower. It was large enough to accommodate six people standing, or one person lying on the shower bed. The walls were pallid with beautiful African American art originals strategically displayed on every accessible wall. Wellington’s fetish for fine art ran deep. Art was exhibited on easels and hung on walls in every single room, including the thirteen-person Jacuzzi room.
Wellington’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Christopher Jones, worked extremely smart to achieve their wealth. They taught Wellington how to track his mutual fund at five years old. Now he maintained his lifestyle on interest from his investments and fees from his clients.
“Baby, I’ve got an idea. Set up the shower bed.”
“Precious, this is why I love you so much. Because you’re a freak girl, but only for me, and I love it! You know every man wants a little trash in his woman but no man wants a trashy woman.”
“Wellington, set up the shower bed.” Jada whispered, “Now.” Inconspicuously built into the wall for convenience and safety, it unfolded horizontally.
“Lie down. Relax. And allow me to give you the most exotic and erotic massage of your life. Today you’ll experience cosmic ecstasy.”
The four-by-eight-foot bed was crafted with genuine Italian waterproof leather and tailored to suit Wellington. Traditionally he gave Jada full body massages. Not today.
She inserted the attachable pillow. Jada wanted him to watch. Then she positioned the six shower-heads. One each above his chest, abs, feet, thighs, one over his throbbing nine-inch penis, and the last underneath his firm ass. A structurally designed opening exposed Wellington’s ass.” Now relax and observe Mama at work.”
Jada lathered up his black scrunchie. Wellington was so clean he almost squeaked. She believed cleanliness was next to Godliness. If it wasn’t clean, Jada refused to get close.
The warm water flowed over Wellington’s body. She rubbed Karma Sutra oil all over his body. Teased his hardened nipples. Massaged his chest and abs. And stroked his circumcised penis. He moaned in a deep passionate voice.
Jada’s vagina snapped. Released. Contracted. Her hot watery tongue raced up and down Wellington’s shaft. His muscle slapped her right cheek several times. She kissed, licked, and then sucked him hard—so hard she felt the walls of her mouth cave in and tighten around The Ruler. With each deep suck, her nose and lips pressed against his pubic hairs. She never disclosed how she’d learned to deep throat.
“Ow, girl.”
“You taste so good, baby.” Jada drooled.
Her lips explored his inner thighs. Voya
ged to his jewels and slowly continued to his knees, his feet. She embraced his toes with her lips. He shivered and muttered, “Come back up.”
“In a minute.” Jada slid her slippery breasts against Wellington’s smooth feet and fondled them. He wiggled his toes as if to say “Fuck the feet!”
The thought of blue balls convinced her to switch. She started performing her special lemon twist. With oily hands she twisted his dick. Left and right. Up and down. The palm of her hand occasionally covered his head to prolong his ejaculation. Wellington watched Mama work.
“Whose is it?” She slipped his hardness into her hungry mouth.
“Da-Da-Diamond ru-rules The Ruler.”
Each time his head touched the back of her throat, her juices flowed. This time she held her lips and nose against his pubic hair so hard she could hardly breathe. She didn’t care. She had to reach her other G-spot. She knew Wellington’s excitement heightened whenever she did this. Jada intentionally limited her oxygen supply to intensify her orgasm.
Jada slid her hand under the table and gently penetrated Wellington. Her oily index finger glided in and out of his rectum. His toes curled.” Damn, girl. You sure know how to make me feel good. Don’t stop. Please! Don’t stop.”
She loved it when he begged. Jada’s finger test was pass or fail. If a man became paranoid and rejected the gesture, he was too damn conservative. An experienced man who was secure with his manhood understood that dual sexual stimulation was cosmic.
Steadily, she increased the pace. Not too fast. She wanted her man to enjoy every second. Wellington could no longer hold back his powerful explosion. He released the loudest and deepest groan she had ever heard.
As he reached his orgasmic peak, he shivered, epileptic-like. She wasn’t finished just yet. Her mouth welcomed the thick creamy fluids that flowed like lava oozing over the top of an erupting volcano. Little by little his sweetness flowed from her mouth while she kissed, licked, and sucked him.
Wellington could barely move. He stumbled to his king-size bed, dripping wet. He fell backward on the brown silk comforter. His arms spread east and west.” Damn, girl.”
“Mission accomplished,” Jada whispered as she kissed Wellington’s forehead. She slipped into her dress and went downstairs.
Melanie was preparing a vegetarian omelet. She held the blue plastic ladle in her hand and asked, “Would you like to have breakfast again?”
“That depends on what you’re serving.”
Omelet. What else?” Melanie’s cherry-red lips curved. The flawless arch in her eyebrows extended upward.
“Sure. Why not?” Jada sat at the breakfast nook near the window and admired the architectural design of the kitchen. Wellington’s kitchen was designed as if he were a chef. Pots and pans hung from the ceiling. Most of them had never been used. His double stove with eight burners and customized grill rested in the center like a huge island.
Melanie cracked three eggs. She moved about the kitchen like she was right at home. She knew exactly where everything was located. Melanie held the bowl of diced ham and said, “I’m having a vegetarian omelet. Would you like me to add meat to yours, or have you had your fill today?”
Her sarcasm had grown old. Jada crossed her arms and pivoted in her seat.” Look, Melanie. I really don’t know you. But the way you’re making little snide remarks leads me to believe you’re lacking sexual gratification in your socioeconomic and politically correct environment.”
She delicately folded the omelet.” No, Diamond.”
“Stop right there. Only my father—may he rest in peace—and Wellington use my middle name. Please, call me Jada.”
Melanie sighed. She quietly placed the ladle in the sink.” I’ll call you whatever you prefer. But you shouldn’t introduce yourself as Diamond if you don’t want anyone other than your men calling you that. No, Jada—as you prefer—to answer your question, I’m not lacking at all. I was simply trying to break the ice. So let’s try this a different way.”
Melanie sat perpendicular to Jada, crossed her legs, leaned forward, and said, “My name is Melanie Marie Thompson. I graduated from Howard University in 1987. I’m thirty-two years old. Never married. No kids. My grandmother is a Greek. My mother’s a Greek. And I’m a Greek. Are you a Greek, Jada?” Melanie returned to the stove and flipped the omelet with ease.
Jada unfolded her arms.” No, my mother never believed in affiliations and I feel the same.”
“Oh, so I see. Well, my family has a longstanding history with many affluent organizations. Just like Mrs. Jones.”
The omelet was almost ready. The aroma made Jada hungry.
“So I’ve heard.”
“Would you like me to add any spices to your omelet?” asked Melanie.
“No, thanks. I’ve had enough spice this morning.” Jada tossed her wet hair over her shoulders.
“See, now you’re the one bringing it up so I’ll just ignore that statement. Here’s your omelet.”
“Thanks. Let’s sit outside by the pool,” suggested Jada.
“Sure.”
Wellington’s Olympic-size pool resembled the number zero on a football jersey. The elevated oval-shaped hot tub—with four diving boards—could accommodate eight people.
It was close to eleven o’clock and closer to one hundred degrees. Jada swooped up her damp hair, wrapped it in a ball, and tucked the ends for security. She looked directly into Melanie’s piercing eyes.” So what’s the real reason you’re here?”
Melanie proceeded to say grace and picked up her fork.” That depends.”
Jada almost choked.” On?”
“Are you insecure?” Melanie stayed unruffled.” Don’t answer that. I’m just kidding. Loosen up. With a man as fine as Wellington, I do understand. Mrs. Jones is my godmother. We hadn’t seen one another in several years. She invited. I accepted.”
Melanie must have graduated head of her class in charm school. After three bites of her omelet, her cherry-red lipstick hadn’t smudged. For jada, Friday could not come soon enough. Insecure? No. Concerned? Definitely.
Jada’s mama taught her how to love and treat a man but she never taught her how to find a good man. Jada searched all her life for a man like Wellington. He was hers—only time would tell—forever.
“So, when’s the wedding?” Melanie dabbed the corner of her mouth with the white cloth napkin.
“Valentine’s Day next year. Since it falls on a Saturday, and Wellington is my soulmate, timing couldn’t be better.”
“One day I want to get married and have two children, maybe three, but living in D.C. makes it a challenge.”
“Why?”
“Because most D.C. men want to unwrap the package, use it, and then return it—not for a refund—for an exchange. They move from woman to woman, like it’s open season year-round. You open. They season. You can get Classic seasoning, Charley seasoning, and if you really want some old spice, you can get yourself some Channel seasoning.”
Jada laughed so hard it hurt. Her hands held her stomach. A cute laugh bellowed from Melanie as she stared directly into Jada’s mouth.
“Anyway, girl,” Melanie continued. “You’ve got a good man, and when you guys get married. I want to be in your wedding.”
“Really, girl!” Maybe Wellington was right. If she got to know Melanie, maybe she would like her.
“Yes! Really. My mother’s friend plans weddings for the rich and famous from D.C. to L.A. So I’ll be happy to assist you any way I can.”
“Thanks.” Jada paused. Looked into Melanie’s eyes.” Why do you keep staring at my mouth?”
“Because the way you speak reminds me of this woman I went to college with. We were partying late one night in my apartment, when—” Melanie swiftly responded.
Jada thought she would sunburn before the story ended.” I’d love to stay and chat but I’ve got errands.” She carried her plate inside. Melanie followed. Jada turned and noticed Melanie staring at her ass.
Melanie shifted
her eyes.” I’m going to get dressed and go over to my godmommy’s house. I promised to water the plants and feed the tropical fish. Maybe we can get together before I leave. I want to shop and party ‘til I drop.”
“Sure, let’s do that, girl. Before you leave.”
Jada strolled out the front door. Melanie walked into the kitchen and restored it to its original state of cleanliness. Thoughts of Wellington crept through her mind. Melanie went upstairs to Wellington’s bedroom, but she was not prepared for what she saw. Wellington was sound asleep on his back naked. His erection was fully extended.
Melanie boldly walked into Wellington’s bedroom and stood over him. She zoomed in closer. Wellington snored. Melanie took his penis into her hand and began to fantasize. Damn, he looked so good she could devour him in one gulp. Melanie wanted to experience Wellington for herself. Melanie concluded she would give Jada all the help she wanted but none of what she needed. Wellington was the man for her. Melanie decided there was no need to make a return visit to San Francisco. She simply wouldn’t leave.
Jada Diamond Tanner came across classy and confident. Whenever she became insecure, she masked. Growing up with dark skin hadn’t been easy. It wasn’t until tenth grade that she became popular. The birthday makeover that Henry Morgan and Ruby Denise Tanner surprised her with increased her self-esteem. Prom queen, college queen, she was exquisite. She could have any man she wanted but she was in search of her soulmate. Jada believed her search had ended the night she met Wellington Jones …
Life for Wellington Jones had been predominantly mapped from day one. The private schools he attended. The long-term buddies he had. The career he chose. He believed he was in control but nothing happened in Wellington’s life unless his mother, Cynthia, deemed it.
Cynthia Elaine Jones controlled everything and everyone around her. She knew one day she’d have to account for her wrongdoings. Until then, the show must go on. Her dance with the devil would last longer than she’d anticipated. The only person she truly adored was Melanie. Melanie was the one child she’d wanted but couldn’t bear.
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