If You're Willing

by Ivy Symone

  “Alright bitch, you go that way and I’ll go this way. If ain’t shit popping over here I’ll come find you,” Tanya said.

  “Okay,” Cassie grinned. She watched Tanya walk away. Her grin grew wider when she saw a hairy white man approach Tanya and she looked disgusted. She started laughing as she made her way to the other side.

  Cassie felt good. She felt extremely sexual and horny. The music and lighting were taking her on a trip. Everything seemed surreal like she was there, but she really wasn’t. She smiled at a couple fucking up against the wall like it was the most pleasant thing she had seen all day. It was safe to say that Cassie was high. All her worries were gone. She was totally relaxed. She was in a state of euphoric bliss and felt like she was floating.

  She reached a section where it was straight heterosexual fucking. It almost resembled a huge orgy. There was a center lighted stage with what looked to be a continuous bed circling around it. There were people on cushioned benches off to the side as well.

  She circled around watching a woman getting fucked in every hole she had. Again, Cassie was amazed…and turned on. Her pussy began throbbing and moisten the g-string she was wearing.

  She suddenly felt paranoid as if someone was watching her. She looked up and saw the last person she wanted to see there. But whatever she had drunk in those test tubes wouldn’t allow her to care. He smiled her way. She smiled back. She looked back at the performances taking place before her. She continued to walk around the circle.

  The sensation of being watched came again. This time when she looked up, she spotted Gio, but he wasn’t watching her. She looked back in the direction where she saw her old friend. He was still watching her. She found it funny and started giggling.

  She looked to the side of her, and there was Kreme. Now why was he looking at her? Or maybe she was just hallucinating and none of them were watching her. And the old friend wasn’t even there. So she made her way over to the old friend to see if he was real.

  He watched her as she approached him. Without exchanging words, she poked him in the chest.

  “What are you doing?” Sean asked.

  “I was just seeing if you were really here,” she answered goofily.

  “No, I mean what is someone like you doing here?” he asked.

  “Well, why are you here?” she countered.

  “You know I get down,” he said cockily.

  “Oh I know you do.”

  Sean eyed her from head to toe and smiled with approval. “Do Rock know you’re here?”

  “Who is Rock?” she asked.

  Sean laughed shaking his head.

  Cassie turned her attention back to the people. Her pussy was aching something awful. Sean’s lips were looking rather sexy too. She was about to proposition him when this voluptuous blonde white girl wearing only a red garter belt came up to Sean. She grabbed him by the arm. “I was looking for you. We’re ready.”

  “Okay,” Sean said. He looked to Cassie. “Would you like to join?”

  She looked across the room and Gio was now looking at her. He smiled. She smiled back. She looked at Sean and shook her head. “Not this time.”

  “I’ll come back for you,” he said with a glint of lust in his eyes.

  It was the drink. It had to be the drink, because Cassie actually blushed as he walked away.

  She returned her focus to the people again. A man was plowing into a woman while choking her. She looked like she was in so much pain but Cassie knew she was enjoying it. She wanted to trade places with the woman. She was so horny she felt like screaming. When she felt like she couldn’t stand it anymore, she was touched.

  Not someone bumping into her. Not someone tapping her shoulder. But a hand slipped through the left slit of her dress from behind and began to explore in between her legs. She made it easy by wearing a g-string that only needed to be pushed aside. The barely-there material provided little barrier to contain the wetness that already was seeping just from observing, but now her juices flowed onto the fingers of this hand.

  She was almost afraid to look behind her. She needed to know who was touching her in such a way, because she gave no one permission to do so; yet, she had no desire to make them stop. She slightly turned to look, but he wouldn't let her.

  “Keep watching them,” he whispered in her ear.

  That’s what she did. She kept watching the people while her clit was being rubbed ever so gently. Then one finger began to massage her insides while his thumb stroked her hardened bud.

  He kissed her in her most erogenous spot: behind her ears. This caused her to really get into it and grind her ass into him, wanting and needing him to take her. A moan escaped her lips. Her breathing deepened. She felt hot.

  “You like what I’m doing to you?”

  Cassie nodded like she was in a trance. He picked up the pace, and got more aggressive while his other hand came up to massage her breasts. In combination with kisses to her neck and ears, she felt herself about to erupt. Her arms went back wanting to touch him and steady herself as she grind against the hardness in his pants. She needed to feel him. As soon as her hand found his thickness, she exploded.

  Remembering where she was, she didn’t hold back her loud moaning and her cry once she went over the edge. Her body twitched as he continued to dig in her pussy and press against her pulsating clit.

  “May I have permission to fuck you?”

  She needed penetration. She needed to feel a dick spreading her open. She needed the weight of a man on top of her.

  She turned around to face him and became instantly bashful. Why would this gorgeous man want her of all people in the room? It was what she wanted, but now that she had it, it was awkward.

  “May I?” he asked again.

  She nodded.

  He took her hand and led her to one of the benches in the corner. He had her to lay down where he proceeded to remove her g-string. He then pushed her legs up to rest on his shoulders and he feasted upon her. She groaned when she felt the flicker of his tongue against her oversensitive clit. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She knew it wasn’t right. And she knew Sean would run his mouth.

  “Oh God!” she moaned. She turned her head to look back at the people in the center of the room. Maybe if she focused on them she could pretend that this wasn’t happening.

  The sensation of him suckling her clit caused her eyes to close as she relished the feel. She groaned and placed her hands on top of his head. She pulled his head in towards her and brought her hips forward forcing him deeper into her center. His tongue penetrated her opening and it drove her insane.

  There was a brief pause. She kept her eyes closed because she didn’t want to see. She could hear the faint sound of foil being ripped. Never once did she think of protection but she was grateful that he did.

  She allowed her legs to be pushed back, and she held them in place. The next sensation she felt was her pussy being invaded.

  Her eyes opened, and her hand went to his abdomen to prevent him from going too deep. He allowed her to keep her hand there. He didn’t get aggressive with her while their bodies got acquainted. He kept it slow and easy until most of him disappeared inside her.

  Her legs quivered as he filled her up. She looked up into his eyes. He looked back at her and there was something there that she couldn’t quite read. However, once he pulled back and plowed back into her causing her to scream out, she realized what that look was; it was an apologetic expression for what he was about to do. He just didn’t know that she was very forgiving.

  Pushing on his hips and stomach wasn’t working. He pounded the shit out of her. Her soaking wet pussy made all his strokes easy. They were hard and deep, something that she needed from Rock but he couldn’t deliver.

  “Oh God…yes…yes…Oooooh…” she groaned. She opened her legs wide, her left foot pointing east and her right pointing west.

  “Damn baby,” he groaned. He leaned onto her so he could kiss her aggressively biting her bott
om lip. He asked, “Can I go harder?”

  Harder? He could go harder? She breathed, “Yes...Please, go harder.”

  She screamed out in pain but it felt so good, as he plunged into her repeatedly. She was unable to take much more of this beating before she felt it coming. Something that she hadn’t had the pleasure of feeling in a long time. She felt her gut tense up. All her senses heightened. She felt like she was lost in time. There was an elation building up within her. She was there. He got her to that place she had longed to revisit. Her muscle clenched around him making him stop. He must have known what was about to happen because he pulled out in time to watch her erupt like a geyser.

  Cassie screamed so loud she had the others in the room turning in their direction.

  He used his hand to slap her pussy lightly and began rubbing her ejaculate onto her clit. Before re-entering her, he feasted on her again, lapping up the fluids that spilled from her. He then coaxed her to flip over on all fours. He couldn’t even get a nice rhythm going before she was erupting again, soaking the bench. It was like once the dam had been broken the first time, she couldn’t stop the flow of her waterfall.

  She ejaculated once more before it was over. She collapsed onto the bench, forcing their bodies apart. She was spent. She just wanted to lay there and go to sleep. She closed her eyes for a brief second.

  “Honey, he really worked you over.”

  Cassie’s eyes flew opened. Before her was a white woman with huge breasts. She was smiling down at Cassie.

  She sat up and looked around. Where the fuck did he go? How long did she have her eyes closed?

  “You ain’t got any more left for me and my husband, do you?” the woman asked.

  Cassie didn’t even answer her, nor did she look for her g-string. She got up and headed out of the area. She went looking for Tanya. In doing so, she bumped right into Sean. He didn’t have on a shirt and the handiwork of his ex-wife’s knife skills really stood out.

  “Where you hurrying off to?” he asked.

  Her high was coming down and she started to feel ashamed. She kept her eyes lowered and mumbled, “I’m looking for Tanya.”

  Sean’s eyes widened. “Tanya? Tanya is here too? Shit, Cassie. Why didn’t you tell me that?”

  “She ain’t gon say nothing,” she assured him.

  He walked upon her with little space between them. He said, “I didn’t know you could squirt.”

  Cassie groaned regretting even coming to the club. She walked away from him. She hated that he now had something on her he could hold over her head.

  Chapter 7

  The next morning, Cassie felt everything she did the night before. The part where her leg and hip joint connected ached something terrible. Her pussy was sore. Her head hurt, and she felt completely drained. She didn’t even get out of bed unless it was to go to the bathroom.

  She lay in bed looking up at her ceiling fan replaying the night before in her head over and over. She wanted it to disappear and be a distant memory. What she did was going to haunt her. She blamed her nasty friends and her nasty brother. None of this was her fault, or at least that’s what she tried to convince herself so she would feel better.

  But it didn’t work.

  She found herself groaning in frustration and wanting to kick her own ass. How could she do something so stupid?

  After she found Tanya at the club, they went to the front reception area. The two of them both sat there wondering what the hell they had just done.

  In a sullen voice, Tanya said, “You smell like sex.”

  Cassie replied, “Yeah, so do you.”

  Tanya shook her head pitying the both of them.

  About thirty minutes later, Gio walked up to them. “Why are you two sitting up here? You’ve had enough?”

  “Way beyond enough,” Tanya said.

  Gio laughed. He looked at Cassie and smiled at her with lust in his eyes. “Will there be a next time with you?”

  Cassie shook her head. Her eyes went to the curtains that led to Sodom and Gomorrah. Eli and Kreme were coming through. They spotted them and came walking over.

  “I’ve been looking for ya’ll,” Eli said. He looked between Cassie and Tanya. They didn’t look so good. He laughed. “Was it too much?”

  “Can we go?” Tanya asked impatiently.

  “Where’s Romyn?” Cassie asked in a low solemn voice. She was unable to look any of them in the eyes.

  “He’s…he’s getting himself together,” Kreme answered.

  Cassie didn’t even want to know what Kreme meant by that.

  A few minutes later, Romyn shamefully joined them. Again no one said much. The only people that were chattering away were Gio, Eli, and Kreme. Eli told the guys that he had been the “newbies” ride there, so he needed to take them home. Everyone said their goodbyes and they left.

  When they got in Eli’s truck, no one said anything. The smell of inside the club, sex, and alcohol mixed with remnants of their perfumes and colognes was suffocating Cassie. She sat in the front seat with her head damn near out the window.

  “Everybody don’t talk all at once,” Eli joked. “How do ya’ll feel?”

  Tanya said, “Look man, na’an one of ya’ll mothafuckas bet’ not tell nobody nothing that went on tonight.”

  “I don’t wanna talk about it,” Romyn mumbled. “That place will be the demise of us all.”

  Silence again.

  Eli took Tanya home first. He then dropped Romyn off. Cassie’s apartments were close to his neighborhood so they rode in silence for another twenty minutes.

  When he pulled up to her building, she tried to get out of the vehicle as fast as possible.

  “Cassie,” Eli called out.

  She stopped to hear what he had to say.

  “Are you okay?”

  She nodded. She got out and shut the door. She walked up the flight of stairs to her apartment. She noticed that Eli didn’t leave until she made it in. When she walked fully into the apartment she could hear her mama fucking. She drowned them out by taking a long hot shower.

  Now here it was Sunday and she was trying to think of how everyone would behave at work the next day. Maybe she could call in sick for the whole week.

  Her bedroom door pushed opened and to her surprise it was Rock. After how he talked to her at the cookout, she wasn’t in the mood for his company.

  He walked over wearing a menacing scowl. He sat down on the edge of her bed and looked at her like he knew something.

  “What?” she asked.

  “Where did you go last night?” he asked.

  “Why?”

  “I’m just asking,” he said.

  “I went out. How was last night with your baby mama?”

  “Don’t make this about me. And I told you what it was with that. You making a big deal out of nothing.”

  “Maybe I am,” she argued. “But it wasn’t the fact that you brought her to the cookout, but it was how you talked to me.”

  “C’mon Cassie,” he said dismissing her statement. “Even if I said the sweetest shit to you, it was still gonna be a problem.”

  “Well, what do you want Rodney?” she asked, perturbed.

  “I’m tryna see where your head at. So whatchu do last night?” he asked. His eyes searched the room until it landed on her dress on the floor.

  Did Sean go blabbing his mouth already? Even though Rock didn’t fuck with Sean any more, gossip still traveled.

  “What’s that shit on your dress?” he asked.

  “What shit?” She leaned over the side of her bed. Once her eyes landed on her dress, she wished she had thrown it in her closet instead of leaving it out on display. Since it was black, it wasn’t hard to spot the dried up bodily fluids.

  Her heart rate quickened. She wasn’t nervous of him finding out because she feared losing him, but she just didn’t want him having anything against her. She didn’t want him to know she had been a hoe the night before.

  “What is that Cass?” he
asked again going for the dress.

  “I spilled my drink,” she lied as she tried snatching it from him.

  “What drink is white?”

  She could see him growing angry. His glowered deepened as he held the dress up for further inspection.

  “It was a pina colada,” she said with a straight face.

  “I smell sex all on this dress. Who the fuck you been with? Where you go that you had to have on a hoe dress like this?” Rock asked. His face was in a scowl and the tone of his voice was harsh.

  “I know you ain’t trying to get stupid with me!” she bellowed.

  “You fucking somebody else Cassie?”

  “If I was…So! Who you fucking?” she retorted.

  “What the fuck you mean so? You give me a fucking hard time and don’t want me touching you but you can go out and throw the pussy at the next nigga?”

  “I ain’t threw shit,” she hissed as she hopped out of her bed. Her legs were stiff and sore but she tried to play it off.

  “Damn, the nigga fucked you like that, that you can’t walk.” He said more as an observation than a question.

  “I can walk,” she mumbled. She headed out her room and down the hallway to the kitchen.

  Rock followed her. It was clear that he was bothered. She ignored him as she poured herself some orange juice.

  “Let me find out you on some hoe shit.”

  “Or what? You ain’t my boyfriend, remember? I’m single so I can be a hoe if I want to. Why don’t you worry about wolf bat pussy.”

  “If I beat bitches, your ass would be choked out,” he spat.

  Cassie laughed wryly. “I wish the fuck you would.”

  “Keep wishing,” he threatened.

  “Get out,” she said seriously.

  “Who did you fuck?” He was adamant to know the truth.

  “I said get out.” She was firm in her stance. She knew her smaller stature didn’t pose a threat to him, but the carving knife in her knife block did.