Though Travis was her man, eventually he was mine too, and I began to enjoy it. He would give me money just as often as he would give it to her. On afternoons when she would be out shopping he would be at home with me. It was during this time I learned the value of what I had. I discovered the methods my mother tried to teach me. Some would probably say that it was wrong to continue the relationship, but I used him exactly the way that he’d used me, and I wasn’t the least bit sorry for it. Travis was also a teacher, not certified, but he was the one who taught me everything I knew about sex. It’s because of him that I knew how to satisfy a man. The craziest thing was how we were able to keep it a secret from my mom even after he dumped her for me. I can remember the day that it happened as if it was yesterday. My mother wasn’t all that affected by it since she’d already had suspicions he was having an affair. I had just come home from school and as I walked through the hallway that led to our two-bedroom apartment I could hear them yelling obscenities at each other. Instead of going in I stood at the door and listened.
“You know what? Fuck you, Travis. I already knew you were fucking somebody else so that shit isn’t a surprise!” she screamed.
“Good! Because I can’t deal with your tired ass anymore! I got me some young pussy now!”
“Just finish gathering your shit up and get out. I’m not going to keep being disrespected!” she continued to scream.
“If I gathered all of my shit you wouldn’t have anything in here. Did you forget I bought almost everything in this muthafucker?”
“Take what you want. I’ll get it again!”
“Don’t worry about it, you can keep it. I wouldn’t want Tracy to be in here without. You’re lucky you have her!” he said, walking toward the door.
I instantly scrambled to find a hiding spot in the hall. I didn’t want either of them to know that I had been eavesdropping. As he opened the door, he turned to look at her one last time before shaking his head and walking out. In a way, I was glad that I wouldn’t have to share him with her any longer. I know that it sounds bad, but I had grown so attached to him, and seeing him with her only made me sick.
After I heard him leave the building I headed into the apartment. My mother was sitting at the table smoking a cigarette while talking on the phone. I waved hello as I headed to my bedroom, and within a few minutes a page came through my pager. I didn’t recognize the number so I used my private line and dialed it with caution.
“Hello!” the deep-toned voice spoke on the other end.
“Hi. Did someone page Tracy?” I asked since I didn’t recognize the voice either.
“Yeah, hold on.”
“Hello!” Another male voice came through a few seconds later.
“Travis?” I asked.
“Hey, baby, what’s up?”
“Nothing much. What’s up with you?” I said quietly, since I didn’t want my mother to hear my conversation.
“I moved out today, and I want to see you tonight!”
“I don’t know if I can sneak out. She might know,” I said nervously.
“She’ll be out tonight. You know it’s Tuesday. She hangs out with her friends. I’ll pick you up around ten. Just stay by the phone.”
“Okay.”
“Wear something sexy for me, too. Something to show that frame of yours.”
I agreed as I slowly hung up the phone. I could hear my mother’s footsteps as they neared my room. I figured that she might have heard me on the phone or wanted to let me in on the dissolution of her relationship with Travis. She turned the knob without knocking, and I tried to look as if I was straightening up my bed.
She looked around the room before speaking. “Who were you on the phone with?” she asked as she placed her hand on her hip.
“I was talking to Trina about a homework assignment!” I lied.
“I put that lying-ass nigga out today, so you won’t be seeing him around here anymore!” she said, taking a puff of her cigarette. “I have to go out tonight and hustle me another man, since the bills damn sure won’t pay themselves!”
I continued to sit there silently, waiting for her to leave the room. She stood there for a few more seconds before speaking again. “And you need to clean up more than that bed. This room is a wreck!” She turned to leave the room without closing the door behind her.
I quickly got up off of the bed and pushed it shut before practically jumping for joy. It would be a piece of cake getting out tonight since she wouldn’t be here. Now all I had to do was settle on an outfit and wait for her to leave. I quickly began to rummage through my dresser, throwing clothes all over. I was determined to blow Travis’s mind.
It wasn’t long before I was in a full relationship with Travis. Eventually, my mother found out and put me out, and I had no other choice but to run to him. Things weren’t perfect, but they were okay. I had a roof over my head, and I didn’t have to deal with my mother. That was until Travis found another woman and decided to put me out.
After Travis threw me out, I had to find a place to stay. Luckily my girl Karen had the coolest mom on earth and allowed me to move in with them until I was able to get back on my feet. Going back to my mom’s was definitely out of the question. Besides, even if I wanted to go back she wouldn’t allow it. She felt that I had committed the ultimate betrayal by sleeping with Travis. Never mind the fact that he had raped me in the beginning. All that mattered to her was that I screwed up her cash flow, fuck everything else.
I didn’t let the breakup get me down since I was too fine for that. At seventeen I was envied by all of the neighborhood chicks, and I loved it. I was the bitch everyone loved to hate. Shit, even my mother was jealous, since she knew she’d never be young again and, in a nutshell, that meant she would never be me.
The months flew by, and it was almost my eighteenth birthday. Since my birthday was on a Wednesday we decided to celebrate the weekend before. Karen and me shopped all day to find the sexiest outfits since I planned on snagging me a man that night. I was tired of fucking the young hustlers from the projects to get money. I needed to move on to bigger and better things. The outfit I settled on was sure to make every guy in the place drool. The dress was short and hugged my ass so tight it looked like I was wearing body paint. After shopping, we headed to the neighborhood check cashing place, where we could get hooked up with a fake ID. The cashier, a Puerto Rican girl named Nina, was known for giving anyone with dough a fake ID, but since Karen and her were cool, she gave us ours for free.
I was excited as we headed down to Center City to the club called Pinnacle. It was known to be packed on Saturdays, and I had a feeling tonight would be my night. After waiting in the long-ass line to get in, we paid our fifteen-dollar cover fee and entered the club. We decided to take a Polaroid before we started partying, because after I got a couple of drinks, I was sure to forget all about it.
The club was packed from front to back, and after I had a couple shots of Hennessy, I danced all night long. I gave my number to a few guys, but none of them really seemed like the baller I was looking for. You could never really tell, so I would have to chat with them after tonight to see if they were worthy of my time. Once the lights came on, that was our cue to head outside.
I was still tipsy from the alcohol, but you couldn’t tell by the way I switched down the street toward the parking lot. A few guys tried to holla, but none of them really sparked my interest. As we turned the corner toward the lot, there was a group of guys standing on the corner passing out flyers. I tried not to look at anyone directly. Hell, I couldn’t really see clearly anyway.
As we walked past, one guy grabbed me by the arm. “Hey, what’s up. Do you have a number I can call you at?” he said, getting straight to the point.
“Yeah,” I said, smiling as he took out his cell phone to enter the number.
“What’s your name?” he asked, moving close to me.
“Tracy!” I said as I tried to stand still hoping I didn’t appear as drunk as I felt.
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“Okay, Tracy, I’m going to call you.”
“Okay,” I said as I walked away.
I couldn’t remember what the hell he said his name was, but the next morning, I looked at the flyer and noticed the name. “Dontay!” I said aloud. Damn, he was fine. He stood well over six feet tall and had this serious look on his face that turned me on.
We were heading down to Old City that night so I talked Karen into stopping by his party so I could get another look at him. He was standing outside when we walked up to the club. I headed over to him to say hello.
“Hey, you made it. Thanks for showing some love!” he said as he leaned in to give me a hug—and damn, it felt good. We headed inside for a while but ended up leaving early to go to the party we originally came out for. I didn’t care. I had gotten to see Dontay again, if only for a few minutes. This was the start of my relationship with the man I’d later marry. He was a savior. Without him, I probably would’ve ended up homeless. Most people wondered why I would stay with a man like him, but it was simple. He took damn good care of me, and dealing with all of his affairs was the sacrifice for a better life.
Chapter Twelve
And So We Meet Again
Dontay
I let another week go by before I called Desire. By then, she’d probably thought that I was no longer interested. To be honest, I had been busy handling business. Everything had gone well in Miami and everything was falling into place, just as I had planned. Now, it was back to my next project. I pulled up near the corner of her block and parked at the corner. I dialed her number.
“Hello,” a female voice spoke. I could tell it wasn’t her, but instead a more mature woman.
“Hi, is Desire available? This is Dontay,” I said, revealing my identity without being asked.
“How old are you, Dontay? Because you sound a little too old to be calling for my sister.”
“Well, you certainly can’t tell how old someone is by the sound of their voice, but to answer your question, I’m not that much older than your sister. Maybe I can come meet you in person to make you more comfortable. How about that?”
“Yeah, well, we’ll see about that, Mr. Dontay. Hold on, all right?” she said.
I could hear her calling for Desire, and a few moments later I heard her voice. There was just something about hearing it that was music to my ears.
“Hello.”
“Hey, baby, it’s Dontay.”
“Baby? I haven’t even heard from you since the day you were standing on my block. You got my hopes all up and then disappeared just as fast as you showed up.”
“I got your hopes up? What did I say or do that got your hopes up or, better yet, crushed them?”
“You told me that I was your lady, that I was your woman. I expected to hear from you. It’s bad enough I already have low self-esteem as it is.”
“Listen, I was out of town. I had some things to handle, but I’m back now. Now that I’m back, we’re going to work on that self-esteem, because we can’t have that.”
“So when will I see you?”
“Believe it or not, I’m closer than you think.”
“What does that mean?”
“Look out your window and you’ll see.”
I could see her peeking out of the miniblinds. “What are you doing sitting outside of my house? Are you stalking me?”
“I can disappear again you know,” I said as I laughed.
“No, I don’t want that. I was just joking. Do you want me to come outside?” she asked in her girlish tone.
“Nah, I’ll call you tomorrow. I just wanted to check on you. Sleep tight, all right?” I said before ending the call. I started the car and drove off.
I was just about to head home when my phone rang. It was Tracy. What started out as a casual booty call had blossomed into so much more. Tracy was one of those women who would allow another woman in your bed rather than let you go. I thought that was one of the reasons why I’d dealt with her as long as I had.
Now, let’s be clear, she was easy on the eyes. She was about five foot six with a small waist and a round ass. Of course, she always looked immaculate courtesy of my bankroll. I felt I had no choice but to marry her. I knew I’d never find another chick like her. Our relationship was unconventional at times. We hadn’t always stayed under the same roof. I was always busy so she knew there would be nights when I wouldn’t make it home. I’d always been honest with her about other women, but this time, with Desire, I found myself hiding it. I was positive that she wouldn’t be too happy about it. She was okay with a casual screw, but this was far from that. I would break it to her when the time was right. Since nothing was set in stone I still had time.
“Hey, babe, where are you?” she asked as soon as I picked up.
“In the car on my way home. What’s up?”
“I wanted to see you. I miss you. I thought you were coming here right after you got back from Miami.”
“I tried, but I had some other things I needed to handle that took longer than I anticipated.”
“It’s okay, I understand.”
“I’m not that far from there, so give me a few minutes and I’ll swing by.”
“Okay, I’ll be waiting.”
It would be too hard, too much drama, to avoid her, so I figured it was best to just go ahead and get it over with. I went over to her house and used my key. The house was dark. I damn near tripped trying to maneuver through the house.
“Tracy,” I called as I stood at the bottom of the steps. I could hear the faint sounds of a radio playing. It wasn’t easy for me to identify the lyrics, but I could tell from where I was standing that it was mood music.
I started walking up the stairs and saw the bedroom door cracked open. There were flutters of light coming through. The closer I got I could hear moaning. I knew she was a huge fan of porn so I expected to open the bedroom door to find her watching TV or better yet playing with her pussy to get it ready for me. I pushed the door open and, just as I’d expected, she was lying there watching porn, ass naked. I never had to ask for sex with her. I never had to beat around the bush. She was always willing to give it to me whenever I wanted it.
I stood there watching her body glistening under the candlelight with her legs spread apart. She had two fingers inside of her pussy while her other hand squeezed her breast. It looked so good I almost didn’t want to interrupt. I stood and watched for a few more moments until I couldn’t take it anymore. I began to take off my clothes right in the doorway. There was a trail of my things leading up to the side of the bed. She was so deep into her masturbation that she hadn’t even noticed that I’d been in the room. I stood there with my dick in my hand stroking it while I watched. Soon, she’d hit her climax and once she opened her eyes, my dick was already at eye level waiting for her to give it some attention. She reached up and grabbed hold of it without saying a word. She showed me just how much she’d missed me.
Tracy
After reaching an orgasm I opened my eyes, and was surprised to find Dontay standing in front of me naked holding his rock hard dick in his hand. I slowly got up from the bed, stood in front of him and grabbed hold of it. I backed him up against the wall so I could get to work. I whispered in his ear before slowly sticking my tongue out and licking his right earlobe. His dick began to grow rapidly and pulsate immediately. I moved my tongue from his ear, tracing a slippery path to his neck while using both hands to caress his hardness. I rubbed my fingers across the head of his dick, wiping away the remnants of pre-cum that formed a small puddle on top of it, and then I took those fingers into my mouth to suck it off. I moaned aloud while gently nudging him back toward the wall.
His voice quivered as I squatted and placed his ten-inch dick deep into my mouth and toward my throat. I was focused as I used one hand to jerk his dick, the other to massage his balls, and my tongue to suck the head in a circular motion. His head was leaned back against the wall while his hands were firmly gripping the back of my head. I
could see him biting his lower lip trying to keep his composure as long as he could. I had been told in the past how great of a blowjob I could give, but I always strived to top that. If I could make a man’s entire body shake while releasing his juices in my mouth I’d done my job, but if I could make that same man damn near cry trying to hold it all together so as not to appear weak, I’d achieved my goal.
At this moment satisfying him wasn’t really my plan although it would be almost impossible for him not to be satisfied after receiving all of this loving I had to give. Since I was extremely horny, I was bound to ride him like a trained horse jockey and bust all over his pants.
“You like that?” I questioned with a sweet whisper, now using both hands to simultaneously stroke his dick. I would spit on it every few seconds to keep it moist as I massaged the head with my full lips and magical tongue. I could tell that he was holding in his moans as he took a slight gasp for air every few seconds. “What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?” I asked playfully, though I knew it was more so the kung fu grip I had on him.
“Slow down, girl, you’re gonna make me cum,” he replied as his left hand gripped the side of the dresser and his right hand was firmly palming the back of my head.
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