“Mmm, you taste so good,” he said breathlessly against my pussy. His warm breath caused my body to shudder.
I was clawing at the walls and gyrating. I was trying so hard to come, but trying not to because I didn’t want the feeling to end. It felt so damn good and it had been so long. “Ohh, uhhh, yes! Ricky, right there! Mmm, fuck…right there!” I grabbed his head.
“Mmm, girl, it’s so sweet,” he said managing to talk clearly with his mouth full.
When my leg started shaking I knew I was about to have a powerful orgasm. The familiar, yet foreign feeling of euphoria swept over my body and caused it to overheat in seconds. I could feel my body getting weak as the sensation of pleasure approached.
“Ricky…damn baby…mmm.” I felt hot tears on my cheeks. Grabbing the sheets, I pulled at them as he continued to suck my clitoris. It was so good that I felt like I’d never stop climaxing. My body just kept shaking and convulsing with every stroke of his skillful tongue. He just kept sucking and licking like eating pussy was a hobby. I had to beg him to stop.
“Mmm, she’s nice and wet now baby,” he said in a sexy, lustfull voice. “Are you ready?” He asked putting on a Trojan Magnum. Yes, he was well endowed. It was about nine and a half inches and very thick.
Grabbing my ass cheeks he gently made his way inside of my tightness. I could feel him stretching me to capacity. It was a good thing he’d gotten me all slick and wet first. I could feel my juices flowing as his tongue teased my neck and ears. The pain turned into pleasure and I moved my hips with him. His hands felt so good as they massaged and caressed my ass cheeks.
“Nell, mmm, I’m so damn glad you called me. You feel so good baby,” he moaned in my ear. His warm breath on my ear made me shiver.
“Mmm, Ricky, me too.” My hands massaged his back as he stroked me long and deep. “Mmm, I’m coming baby…yesss.”
“This is only the beginning baby. Be expecting plenty more of those tonight,” he whispered softly nibbling my earlobe.
When we were finally too spent to move we realized that the sun was coming up. We both slept like babies, but were back at it again as soon as we opened our eyes. It was the best I’d ever had and he agreed.
* * *
Seandra
My acting skills were very convincing as I moaned and groaned as Maurice and I had sex in the shower. “Uhh, Maurice! Shit! Mmmm…fuck me baby!” He liked for me to talk dirty to him. I wasn’t really enjoying it, because he wanted to have sex way too much.
“Seandra…damn baby,” he groaned and slapped my ass like I was his child. “I love the way that fat muthafucker jiggles!” He came a few minutes later. I didn’t, but pretended that I did.
He kissed me. “I’m hard again. Can I get some more?”
“Hell no. You’ve been getting some almost every hour on the hour. Damn. How much do you think I can fuck? I’m not a machine, or a blow up doll. You’re so over sexed Maurice. Can you give my pussy a rest? You’re not going to wear me out!” I snapped.
“If I didn’t want to fuck you it would be a problem. You mad at me because I am attracted to you? That’s some crazy shit Seandra. Besides, if we get married you’re going to give it to me when I want it. You might as well get used to it now.”
I laughed in his face. “You sound crazy right now. Husband, or not you’re not the boss of me. This is my pussy and I decide when I have sex. Not you.”
“Just thirty minutes ago the pussy was mine. What happened?” He smirked at me.
Obviously he hadn’t been sniffing any coke because he’d managed to stay hard for two days straight. Maybe he was just mixing it with liquor. Alcohol seemed to counteract the effects of the coke and he could stay hard. “You get on my damn nerves sometimes Maurice. You act like all I am good for is sex.”
“If you think I’m with you for the sex you’re wrong. I can get pussy easy. I love you and I love having sex. Especially with you,” he said.
“What the fuck do you mean especially with me? Don’t fuck with me Maurice! Who are you fucking? How the hell do you manage to fuck me all day and have enough energy to fuck other women? I don’t understand! What is wrong with you? You just don’t realize what you have! There are so many men out there who are more worthy of me than you!” I yelled in frustration.
“Why don’t you go ahead and leave me for one of them then.” He laughed. “You won’t baby, because I have your heart.” He pointed at his hard on. “Now c’mon and make love to your man.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “You might as well put that thing away. Go fuck one of them hoes who be calling you in the fucking a.m. Shit, you got a dime piece right here and don’t know the first thing to with me.” I stood in front of him in all my naked glory. “Are you blind? You have all of this. What are you going to do with me?”
“I’m trying to do it to you,” he said walking toward me.
I pushed him away. “I’m not talking about sexually Maurice!”
“What the fuck are you talking about then? You’re the one standing in front of me naked asking me what I am going to with you? I can show you better than I can tell you. That’s all I’m saying,” he shrugged his shoulders with a shrewd look on his handsome face.
I just shook my head in disbelief. “I’m just a pretty face and fat ass with a hot ass career. This relationship is for show! Get the fuck out!”
His eyes got big as silver dollars. “What the hell you mean get out? And stop cussing so damn much! It isn’t lady like.”
“Fuck you! Get the fuck out of my house!” I grabbed his suitcase out of the closet.
He jumped up and quickly put on his clothes. He cussed me out under his breath, but I didn’t care. I just wanted him out of my house and away from me. “Baby, is this about the phone calls?” He asked.
I ignored him and tossed his shit in the suitcase.
“Is it about setting a date for the wedding?” He asked looking depleted. The little cocky prick was replaced by Mr. Regretful.
I zipped his suitcase. “You should be able to get a flight to Atlanta, or at least a hotel room tonight.”
“Are you dumping me?” He asked. “If so give me my damn ring back.” Now he wanted to be vindictive. He wasn’t getting my ring. Hell to the no.
“No. I just need some space. I was just at your house a few weeks ago. I’m not sure if this is a break up yet.”
“I was just making love to you fifteen minutes ago. Seandra, you’re really tripping.”
I passed him his suitcase and pushed him to the door. “Just go Maurice. Okay.”
“I won’t be put on hold forever Seandra.”
“Tell me something I don’t know. Have you ever really waited for me?” I pulled him toward the door and he yanked away.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he said putting the suitcase down. He pulled me into his arms and tried to kiss me. I turned away. “I love you for real Seandra. I do.”
“Well, that really doesn’t matter right now. I just want to be alone. I will call you.”
Nodding he picked up his suitcase and left without another word of protest. I walked into my bedroom and climbed into my comfy bed. I slept for the first time in a while because I didn’t have Maurice poking me.
* * *
Seantay
Ambrosia had just dropped off some hot exclusive fashions she’d picked up in Italy and Paris. I was ready to hit up some clubs and show off. Some paparazzi shots in my hot ass fits were sure to get some major press. Reba was the only other person I knew who loved the paparazzi more than me. Sometimes it could be annoying to get photographed when you didn’t want to be. In my mind if the paparazzi didn’t snap shots of me I must be old news. I wasn’t trying to be old news.
I called Reba to see if she wanted to go out. She answered the phone on the second ring.
“Hi Tay. What’s up? You called Dean yet?” She got straight to the point.
“Hi Reb. Nothing’s up and no.”
“Why?”
“Because
Dean’s too sexy and successful. He could be the first man to put me in my place. I am not trying to settle down.”
“Oh, so that’s it. Now we’re cracking the surface. So, that’s why you deal with men that you can’t commit to. You don’t want to fall in love and settle down. Dean is perfect for you, you know. He’s a legit, rich thug. That’s even better right? I mean, it’s not like you can be seen with Raheem. Shit, Dean’s fine; not to mention he’s sexy as hell.”
I changed the subject. “What are you doing girl?”
“Polishing my toenails. I got a pedicure yesterday, but the polish doesn’t match what I’m wearing tonight. I want to go to this club in South Beach called Mango’s. It’s a mixed crowd and they mostly play Latin music. Let’s hit it up. You with that?”
“Yeah, that’s what’s up. Seandra’s been there a few times and said she loved it. I’ll be at your crib in about an hour. I have to stop by Raheem’s first. I will call you when I’m on my way.” I said.
“Look bitch. Don’t be getting all caught up in that nigga and forget about the club.” She was faking an attitude.
“Whatever Reba. You know me, so don’t trip,” I laughed.
“Alright girl. Do your thing. Get at me later on.”
We hung up and I dialed Raheem’s number.
“Yeah.”
That was not how he normally answered the phone. It kind of pissed me off, but I played it cool. “Hi Raheem. How are you doing tonight?”
“What’s up baby? I’m good.” He sounded funny.
“Nothing’s up with me. I was just wondering if it would be okay for me to stop by before I go to the club with Reba.”
“Uhh…what club are you going to?” He asked. That was not the response that I was looking for.
“Mango’s,” I said being short with him. Something was up with his ass.
“In South Beach?”
“Uh huh.” There was silence. “Raheem?”
“Yo?”
“What’s going on?”
“What do you mean?”
“Okay. You’re avoiding the question. I asked if I could come over and you changed the subject. Usually when I ask it’s no fucking issue. What the fuck is going on with your ass and don’t lie to me. You know me better than that, so there’s no point in lying to me.” I was really upset, which made me question my feelings for him.
Raheem cleared his throat. “My uh… my ex girlfriend is over here. We broke up a few months before the two of us hooked up. After we broke up she moved to South Carolina to live with her dad. Now she shows up here big and pregnant claiming that it’s mine. She says she’s seven months, so it could be. I don’t know. Shit!”
I sighed in frustration. “Why did you too break up? Why did she wait so damn long to tell you?”
“She cheated on me with my best friend. I have no idea why she waited so long to tell me.”
“So it’s a possibility that the baby is his too?” If what he was saying was true she sounded trifling to me.
“Yeah, she said that it’s possible. Man, this bullshit is bananas. I don’t think it’s my seed though. I only had sex with her once seven months ago and I used a condom. We broke up a couple weeks later. She’s in there crying and begging for me to take her back. If it’s mine I’ll take care of it, but I don’t want her ass,” he stated angrily.
“Well Raheem, you handle that. I will talk to you later.”
“Look baby, she’s going to leave in a few. Don’t go to the club. I want you to come over. I need you.” He sounded so pitiful and stressed out.
“Rah, I promised Reba I’d go with her. Why don’t you get rid of that bitch now and I’ll come chill with you for a little bit. You have ten minutes to call me back or I’m going to come and get rid of her myself. I don’t give a fuck. Shit, the heifer cheated on you with your boy. That shit is low.”
“Alright baby. Ten minutes.” He hung up the phone.
I sighed knowing that I couldn’t go to his crib starting trouble. I knew she’d probably figure out who I was and then I’d have to deal with the press. I didn’t want my parents exposed to my secret liaisons. They would not approve of my relationship with Raheem, or my attacking his pregnant ex. I could see the story in the Enquirer and on Media Take Out. That would not be good.
A few minutes later the phone rang. “Hello,” I smiled into the phone. I just knew that it was Raheem calling back to tell me that she was gone.
“Who the fuck is this and why the hell are you calling my man?” A female voice asked.
Assuming that it was Raheem’s alleged ex I cleared my throat. “This is Seantay and I called Raheem because I wanted to. What the hell are you going to do about it bitch?”
“I got your bitch,” she said. “Did he tell you that I am pregnant with his baby?”
“Look, put Raheem on the fucking phone. I don’t have shit to say to you.” I could hear Raheem in the background.
“Jamia, give me the damn phone!”
“Hell no! Why you all in the bathroom talking to some bitch on the phone? Be a man and be real about yours nigga! Talk to her in my fuckin’ face!” She yelled sounding like some hood rat.
I could hear more yelling back and forth and then the sound of them struggling with the phone.
“Tay, baby I’m sorry. We are not together anymore. I swear. She took my phone and called you back. Look, I promise you that she’ll be gone…”
I cut him off. “Never mind Raheem. You have too much drama going on right now, and I don’t have time for that shit. You need to handle your little situation. Call me when you have control of it.” I hung up and got ready for my night out.
Seantay Beauvois was on the prowl once again. I opened one of my massive walk-in closets and chose a short, rust orange dress that fit my curves like a glove. Pulling my hair back before turning on the shower, I tried to push Raheem out of my mind. I couldn’t believe how hard it was and wondered what I’d gotten myself into.
* * *
Two weeks later in Manhattan, NY
Of course Reba agreed to go with me to New York. We settled into the Presidential Suite at the Plaza Hotel. My father did have a luxury hotel in Manhattan, but this trip was all expenses paid by Francesca Amaranni, the famous Italian designer. I would be a celebrity guest judge for her model search, along with a few other big names. I would also be featured in her runway show in Times Square.
Reba was very excited and I was happy to see a smile on my best friend’s face. She hadn’t stopped smiling since the plane had taken off. First class made you feel like you were on cloud nine literally. The first thing I wanted to do upon arrival was get a full body massage. The stress of the past couple weeks had caused me plenty of tension. Reba wanted to hunt for some men, but a man was the last thing on my mind.
“This suite is laid out girl!” Reba said excitingly as she gave herself a tour. There was a huge, extravagant living area with a huge HDTV mounted on the wall. The beige carpet was plush and pleasant to my tired feet. There was a huge kitchen that we would not be using and an expensive chandelier hanging over the dining table.
“Let’s take that with us. It would be beautiful in my dining room,” Reba mused.
I shook my head at her. “I’ll buy you one like it.”
Reba smiled at me and headed down the hall. She opened a door and shrieked. “A Jacuzzi and a double shower? This bathroom is gorgeous. I love you Seantay, but I wish I was here with one of my dudes.”
I had stayed in the same exact suite plenty of times. The toilet, sink, Jacuzzi, and bidet were all black and gray Italian marble. The showerhead and all other fixtures were made of solid gold. It was indeed beautiful, but I was used to it. I didn’t want to seem non-chalant, so I joined Reba in the bathroom.
“It is going to take the NYPD and the fire department to pry you out of that Jacuzzi,” I laughed.
“Mmm, firemen. Now that’s gangsta,” she said staring off into space. We both laughed.
The two bedrooms were
both exquisite and had bathrooms. After Reba’s tour we both sat down on the sofa exhausted from jet lag.
“So, we’re in New York City. What do you want to do first?”
She seemed to be contemplating hard.
“Please say spa. Please say spa,” I said pretending to be hypnotizing her.
“For some reason I want a mud bath and a full body massage,” she said like she was under hypnosis.
“Cool, c’mon.” I grabbed my quarter length Burberry P. Coat and purse to match.
“After that we’re going to a club to fool hunt,” Reba smiled slipping her feet into some black boots. She put on a black, waist length coat and grabbed her black leather bag.
I hated cold weather, but I loved New York. “Can’t help but love this place,” I said as we headed to the elevator.
“I agree,” Reba said.
“There’s a spa in the hotel, but why be stuck in here. Let’s go get beautiful and then go shopping. I want to go to Club 40/40 tonight. We have to have our fun tonight because tomorrow is all work for me. Oh, and we have to get some grub because I am starving,” I said pressing the down button.
“You’re such a good friend Seantay,” Reba said smiling warmly at me. “As a matter of fact you’re the best friend in the world. Thanks for inviting me.”
“Aww,” I gushed giving my bestie a big hug. “You’re the best friend a girl could ever ask for Reb.”
* * *
Seandra
On the set of my show I just didn’t feel right. I hadn’t spoken to Maurice since I had made him leave. I had told him that I would call him, but I thought he’d fold before I did. He hadn’t. I missed him, but I couldn’t bring myself to call. I had to stand my ground.
“Okay, get in your places,” Ahmad Cruz, the director, said clapping his big, black hands. He was very handsome at twenty-eight years old and had been in entertainment since he was a child star. Clearing his throat he focused his attention on me. “Come here for a minute Seandra.”
I walked over to him and nervously waited to hear what he had to say. He had come up with the concept for the show and casted me himself after my first audition. He was so fine with his smooth, midnight black skin, straight white teeth, nice lips, and close, neat haircut. He’d been married for two years, and the platinum, diamond cut wedding band on his left hand sparkled in the light. I envied her.
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