Reba’s parents were not poor, but they were middle class. Jane and Phillip Martin were both teachers at a public high school in Miami. To my mother, Reba was not good enough to be my best friend.
“Yes, you two played together when you were little girls, but darn Seantay. That girl’s outside of your social circle.” She’d turn up her nose creating lines in her forehead. “What could you two possibly have in common?”
All I could do was shake my head as I stared into her blank, slanted eyes. I couldn’t believe her. Reba was the only girl I knew who really liked me. In school the girls hated me because of the way I looked and the fact that my family had more money than theirs. Some of them only hung around me because my family was the second richest in our gated community. Reba was the only girl I knew who didn’t care about how I looked, or my family’s money. I trusted Reba more than I trusted my sisters. She had always had my back.
“She’s more genuine than anyone I’ve ever met in Newmexis; that’s for damn sure,” was how I defended my bestie. After that I stormed out of the house and slammed the door. Well, I was sixteen then and things still hadn’t changed with my mother. She wasn’t fond of Reba. She called her a “hoochie mama”, which was unfair. Reba was just as classy as she was. We both loved those thugs though. She was a sophomore at the University of Miami, but was still undecided about her major. I figured she was only in college because her parents wanted her to be.
I let my thoughts drift away and enjoyed the rest of my shower with a clear mind. I reluctantly got out, dried off and put on the sexy dark blue jean cat suit. I’d decided to throw my boots on and get the hell out of there.
Reco was waiting for me in the bedroom. He’d already neatly packed my clothes from the night before in an overnight bag. “Perfect fit.” He smiled staring at my tight, but curvy frame.
I did a model twirl for him. “You like?”
“Oh, yeah baby. I do like. You are gorgeous. Don’t leave yet. Spend the rest of the day with me. We can do whatever you want to do baby. You’ll have such a good time that you won’t regret it. I promise.”
He was so adorable, but I couldn’t. I needed to take a breather. He was so sexy though. Damn. Why did they always have to catch feelings? It was so annoying. Well, I guess I just had it like that. I had to admit that I could hold it down in the bedroom. I knew my shit was good. It had to be, because I had a way of bringing the straight “bitch” out of a man. He’d be screaming like Chris Tucker and all it would take is a few seductive strokes of my hips. I could make a man with ultimate dick control turn into a minute man. I believed in the power between my thighs, and I used it. Damn, I hated to, but I had to give Reco a break.
“Sorry baby, but I have to go. Sean and Tameah Beauvois would have a fit if I didn’t show up for lunch. If they take the time out of their busy schedules to have lunch with me it had better happen. I’d hate to get cut from my inheritance.” I pouted for emphasis and planted a sweet kiss on Reco’s soft lips. Mmm, I would miss that mouth. The man could do some crucial things with his tongue.
“I could take care of you Seantay. I could provide just as much for you. I don’t live like it, but I’m a lot richer than you think.”
I wasn’t impressed, but I pretended to be. “Richer than I think huh? Hmm, and how rich is that Reco?”
“Let me show you. Let me spoil you. You’re spoiled out of obligation. Your father spoils you because you’re his daughter. Let me spend my money on you. It would be even more fun than spending daddy’s money. Your daddy can’t give you what I can give you.”
“I have to go Reco. It’s already after ten. I’ll call you later.” I walked out of the room, down the stairs and let myself out. I jumped into my car and sped off toward the highway.
* * *
Reba Cheyenne Martin
I looked around my one bedroom condo and sighed in relief. I’d just gotten out of my ten ‘o clock Anatomy class. Thank God it was Friday and I was finished with classes for the week. I peeled off my clothes on the way to the bathroom. I ran water in the deep, round, garden tub and added bubble bath. Instead of waiting for the tub to fill, I migrated to the kitchen to find something to snack on. I was starving and had a taste for something sweet. There wasn’t anything in the kitchen, so I made a mental note to do some grocery shopping.
Disappointed, I made my way back to the bathroom. I stared at my naked body in the full- length mirror. I was satisfied with my reflection. My mocha hued skin was smooth and free of any blemishes. Standing 5’5, I weighed a curvaceous 135 lbs. My body was very toned and shapely due to years of running track, basketball and tennis in high school. I had decided to not participate in college sports. I did exercise regularly though.
My facial features had become satisfactory to me over the years too, thanks to Seantay. Being her friend had benefitted me in so many ways. I guess she had just confirmed what I should’ve already known about myself. I was beautiful inside and out. I was proud of my high cheekbones, elegant, keen nose, full lips and deep dimples. I had learned to love my thick, coarse shoulder length hair because I had a talented hair stylist who kept my layered cut bouncy and healthy. I had also embraced my signature big, black girl booty. I hadn’t been blessed with big breasts, but I still loved my firm 34 B’s. I did have nice, big brown nipples that my ex Jeremy called Hershey’s Kisses.
Once Jeremy saw Seantay, I could sense his attraction to her. For his eighteenth birthday I gave him the ultimate birthday gift. I let him sleep with us both. We had what you could call a threesome, but we didn’t give him the pleasure of seeing us together. We both loved men too much to be going down on each other. After it was over, it was over. Seantay did admit that it was good, but I did not feel threatened. We had shared men before and had not let it come between us. I had to admit that I actually got off on seeing Jeremy fuck my best friend.
Jeremy told me over and over again how incredible it was to have two of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen in one night. He’d called us his vanilla, chocolate swirl. I never asked him who was better in bed although I wanted to. I believed we’d both given him the ride of his life. We broke up about a year later, but remained friends. He moved back up north and we still talked occasionally. I still cared for him and our break up had nothing to do with what happened with Seantay. I’d rather he sleep with my best friend in front of me than some skank in the streets behind my back.
My bath was finally ready, but before I could get in my phone rang. I ran to my bedroom and picked up the phone. “Hello.”
“Reba. What’s going on sweetheart?” Seantay’s pleasant voice filled my ears.
“Hi Tay. I was just about to take a bath.”
“Oh, well go ahead then. I’ll call you back later on.” She sounded disappointed.
“No, it’s cool. We can talk for a little bit. The water’s probably too hot right now anyway.” She must’ve had something she really wanted to talk about.
“I’m depressed. It’s Friday and I don’t have anything to do,” she whined. I could picture her pouting.
“What about Reco?”
“That negro is tripping.” She filled me in on what had transpired. I understood why she couldn’t be in a serious relationship with him. There was no way it would work.
“But he is so fine though,” I said.
“Yeah and he can fuck. He’s a pro with that tongue too. Mmm. You need to let him eat your pussy. Then you will see firsthand what I’m talking about.” She giggled, but I knew she was serious.
I laughed. “You’re crazy girl.”
“I’m serious Reb. You should let him do it for real. It’s so good that I want to share it with my best friend. He did tell me he would love to taste you. He gets off on that shit. You want his number? Shit, you could throw some of that “Black Magic” on him and make him forget about me.”
I called my cooch “Black Magic” because I put a spell on men. Once they sampled some they couldn’t get enough. My ex boyfriend Shamar told me that I didn’t have th
e pussy for one night stands. He said it was no way a man could fuck me just one time. It was too bad I had to dump him because of his lack of funds. Honestly, I never stayed in a relationship too long. Seantay called me a serial dater.
“That’s okay Tay. I’ll have to pass. Guess who asked about you,” I said changing the subject.
“Who girl?”
“Raheem’s fine ass. I saw him when I went to see my folks the other day.”
“Oh, hell yeah. Please tell me you got his number,” she said anxiously.
Raheem was the first boy outside of the circle of rich boys that Seantay had dealt with. In other words he was her first thug. I knew once she met him that he would make her forget about all of those boys she went to school with. She’d always told me how the boys at her school were so boring and lacked spontaneity. Raheem had a thorough reputation and was known for slanging drugs, among other things. He was rumored to be packing and Seantay had confirmed that for me. She said not only was it big, but he’d put it down. Okay, maybe she didn’t have many sexual experiences to compare it to, but she was hooked ever since. Eventually they’d lost touch and that was that.
“Sorry, I was in a hurry. I was late for my Anatomy class. I will get it when I see him again. His mom lives a few houses down from my parents. I’ll see him.” I tried to reassure her.
The sound of Seantay sucking her teeth told of her irritation with me. “Why in the hell did you tell me if you didn’t get his number? Now I’m going to be up all night thinking about that good ass dick.”
I laughed. “I will call you after I get out of the tub. Maybe we can grab something to eat.”
“Kay. Sounds good.”
We disconnected the call and I hurried into the bathroom. I slowly lowered my body into the water. The temperature was perfect. My thoughts dissolved into the soft, fragrant bubbles that surrounded me
Chapter 6
Seandra
Although I’d enjoyed my time in LA with Maurice, I was glad to be home. Maurice had spent our first night back with me and left at about noon to head back to Atlanta. He had to attend a business meeting and his flight to Tokyo left later that night.
I was in the bedroom hanging up all the new clothes that Maurice had bought for me on Rodeo Drive. I loved to stop in Cali. They had the hottest fashions on the west coast. I still hadn’t called my parents to inform them of my engagement. I would call them later.
One of Maurice’s bags was sitting right there on my walk in closet floor. I fought the urge to open it. He must’ve forgotten it. Oh, what the hell. Obviously if he’d left it behind it was nothing to hide in it. I opened the bag. There were boxers and t-shirts that were folded neatly. Something told me to keep looking. What I found made my stomach turn. Tears stung my eyes as I found picture after picture of a naked white woman. She had blonde hair and resembled Anna Nicole Smith. She had no ass what so ever and I thought he loved ass so much.
I decided at that point to give the whole bedroom an inspection. When he wasn’t in Atlanta he was in Miami with me. Maybe he’d left some more clues around the apartment. I knew that looking for signs of cheating would only make me hurt worst, but I was curious. After twenty minutes of searching I found over ten porn magazines and more naked pictures of various women. I didn’t know if he’d been with any of the women in the pictures. I had to know, so I picked up the phone and dialed Maurice’s cell phone number.
He answered on the first ring. “Damn, baby. I just left. You’re missing me already?’
“You know you left your bag here right?” I asked in a sweet, calm voice.
“Uh, it’s just some boxers and shit in there. It’s no point in opening it. I’ll get it later in the week.”
“Mmm hmm. So what kind of convention are you going to again?” I didn’t trust him. I had a feeling he was up to no good.
“Oh, it’s just some music execs getting together. It’s all just part of the job baby. I’ll be back on Monday morning.” He didn’t sound too convincing.
“Maurice, I already looked in the damn bag. Please explain to me why you have pictures of three different women who are naked. Are you fucking them?” I was so angry with him.
“They are just pictures Seandra and you didn’t have any business going through my shit. You’re always looking for shit and when you find it you’re down my fucking throat about it. Baby, you know that I do my thing on the side. I thought it was okay with you,” he said pleading his case quite pitifully.
Tears fell down my cheeks as I blinked. “Fuck you! Things were different then. You asked me to marry you Maurice. You can’t be out there fucking every bitch that moves and expect for me to marry you. It has to stop now, or it’s going to be over between us and there will be no wedding!”
“Baby, will you just calm down. You’re overreacting. I don’t care about them. They were just some groupies who gave me some pictures. I didn’t fuck any of them,” he explained.
“Why would you keep the pictures? If you didn’t fucking care why did you take them with you on a vacation with me? That was so fucking inconsiderate of you! Are you fucking white women now Maurice? Because I am not having that shit!” I was sobbing out of control.
“Seandra, baby, stop crying. You’re going to make yourself sick. You have to stop okay. Don’t be so paranoid. I am not cheating on you. I promise. If it makes you feel any better just destroy the damn pictures. I love you and I will be damned if I let some sluts in some pictures come between us. We are getting married, so call your parents and tell them. Get dressed in one of your little pretty new outfits and go out with some of you friends. Don’t be worrying about what I am doing. I will see you Monday. Okay baby.”
I was satisfied when we hung up and finally decided to announce my engagement to my parents. Seantay answered the phone.
“Hello,” she said.
“Hi Seantay. How’s my little sister?” I asked.
“I’m fine. Mommy and daddy got you some things on their trip to Dubai. You’re coming over soon right?” She asked.
“Sure. I will see you before the weekend’s out. Are mom and dad around?”
“Yeah. They’re here, but I wish they’d leave again.”
I was hardly surprised that she’d said that. Seantay was young and rebellious. I remember when I was like that. She wanted to be a regular person. That’s where our similarities ended. I loved being part of the elite class. Not that my little sister was not classy. She just loved regular people. Her best friend Reba wasn’t rich. I liked her and understood why Seantay liked her too. She was nice and seemed genuine. Most females felt that Seantay was a threat to them. Reba was different.
“Well put mother on the phone.”
“Seandra? How’s my baby?” She always told me how much I was like her. I couldn’t help but agree. We were very similar as far as our looks and personality. I wasn’t afraid or ashamed to admit that I could be a bitchy snob just like my mother.
“I’m doing just fine mother. I have some good news for you,” I said with fake enthusiasm.
“Okay. What is it sweetheart? Don’t keep me waiting,” mother said excitedly.
“Maurice proposed and I said yes!”
“That’s wonderful sweetheart! I have to tell your father. Where’s Maurice? I would love to speak to him. I can’t wait to help you plan the wedding.”
“He’s actually on his way back to Atlanta. He has to go to Tokyo on business. Well, mother I just wanted to let you and father know the good news. I have to go now. Au Revoir!” I said and hung up the phone gingerly. I usually hurried off the phone at the mention of Maurice’s name to avoid questions. Sure he wasn’t perfect, but he was all the man I needed.
* * *
Seantay
“Engaged? Oh my goodness,” I said once I’d heard the news. Seandra could be so stupid sometimes. I couldn’t believe that someone so beautiful would settle for the first piece of good dick with a black card. There were just too many fish in the sea. They did have a high pr
ofile relationship though. Maybe it was all for show.
Whatever it was I could not imagine it being worth all the drama. Maurice had so many bad habits that I couldn’t see anything good coming out of the relationship. I couldn’t help but shake my head. My sisters were both very strange.
I called Renell to participate in some sisterly gossip.
“Hello,” she answered sounding tired.
“Bad day?” I asked.
“Yeah, but I’m leaving work early so I can get some rest,” she said not sounding at all pleased to hear from me.
“Did you know that Seandra and Maurice are engaged?”
“Yeah, she told me before she told mother and father. We kind of had a few words last night.”
“Really? Why?” I asked. I wasn’t really shocked since Seandra and Renell were always down one another’s throats.
“You know how Seandra is. I asked her if Maurice was still using drugs and she got all defensive and starting asking me if I was into women.”
I stifled a laugh. I’d often wondered the same thing. “I bet you were very upset by that. I know I would be.”
“Well, I hung up on her evil ass. I couldn’t sleep and stayed up until the sun came up. Now I’m tired as hell and I’m headed out the door.”
“You need to stop working so much. Damn Nell, you do own the company. You should take some time off and lay you fine ass in the sun on some island somewhere. Mother and father just bought a new vacation home in Fiji. That would be perfect. Maybe you’ll meet a fine man and get your back banged out. I bet that would be just what you need.” Maybe my sister was a lesbian.
“I’m not into women Tay and I don’t need a damn vacation. Having fun in the sun does not answer all of life’s problems, but real life is something you would know nothing about. All you do is look pretty and get everything that you want. It’s not that way for all of us,” she ranted sounding all angry and bitter.
“Damn Nell. I was just making a suggestion. You come from the same family as me. You have the same perks that I do. You just don’t use them. Don’t blame me because you run yourself ragged trying to impress daddy. I’m enjoying my life and daddy is just fine with it. You should try enjoying yours too.”
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