Going Down: An Erotic Tale of Murder

by Glenn, Roy

  “So what are you saying, Angelique?” I asked, cutting my eyes at her, hoping she wasn’t going where I thought she was going.

  “It’s not what I’m saying. It’s what you’re not saying.” I started to unveil my cover story, but before I could say anything. “Had me sitting up here waiting on you to get here. The least you could have done was call me and say, ‘Angelique. It’s gonna be a while before I can get there.’ That’s just common courtesy. Sometimes I wonder if you have any respect for me at all, Zack.”

  I smiled and looked over at Angelique. “Sorry,” I said calmly, trying not to sound guilty, and defuse her anger at the same time.

  “That’s it? Sorry. At least you could lie to me and say you won’t let it happen again.” Cheap shot, but I deserve it. I have never stood her up. But I have kept her waiting more times than I could remember. “You better be glad I love you,” she said.

  “But you do love me and that’s what’s important. And I am sorry, Angelique. You should have called and I would have been here sooner; but you made it seem like you weren’t in any rush, so I didn’t rush to get here.”

  “You’re missing the point, Zack. I talked to you more than four hours ago. I could have cleaned our house and that cracker box condo in four hours. You were over there messing around instead of cleaning up. That’s what you were doing, ain’t it?”

  I paused and looked at her for a moment before answering. Angelique had asked a double-edged question. Did she mean that I was messing around with Tee or did she suspect that I had been with Lana for the last couple of hours?

  “You’re right, Angelique, I was just messing around. It was inconsiderate of me and I’m sorry, I should have called.”

  “It always bothers me when you agree with me so easily.” The questions in her mind showed plainly on her face. “Just what were y’all doing, anyway? Y’all probably still had some of them hoochies over there, didn’t you?”

  “Yeah, right. Try me and Tee went to get some brew, and so we had to burn one before we got started.”

  “Whatever,” Angelique said, as she got up and started for the room. She looked back at me. “You coming.”

  “Where?”

  “To eat. I’m hungry.”

  We had dinner at Ray’s on the River. It’s her favorite restaurant. After dinner, we stopped at Blockbuster and picked up a couple of movies. For the rest of the night, we watched movies, laughed, and talked.

  Angelique and I had gotten into a real good groove lately. We had reached a point where I considered Angelique my best friend. We shared everything with each other—well—just about everything.

  But I’ve been devoting so much time lately to this project for Bandexx that, by the time I would make it home, I would crash as soon as my head hit the pillow. I look at Angelique and I think about how good she looked. To me she was still the prettiest thing in life I’d ever seen. Just as fine as the day I first saw her. I began to wonder why I do the things I do, when sitting here next to me, was the most beautiful woman I’d ever met. And my best friend.

  I knew the answer.

  While we were dating, Angelique didn’t want to have sex. She said that she wasn’t a virgin or anything like that, but she wanted to wait until we were married.

  “If you really love me like you say you do, then you’ll wait.”

  As much as I wanted her, as much as I wanted to be inside her, I did love her enough to respect her wishes. Besides, at the time I thought it was romantic. Angelique was such a phenomenal kisser; I just knew the sex would be good, if not better.

  We had a big wedding and went away on our honeymoon. The nightmare began on that night. Angelique insisted that we turn all the lights out before she got undressed. When she was naked, she laid down in bed next me. I ran my hand across her breasts and touched them, held them, squeezed them, and teased them with my tongue. I slid my tongue slowly around her beautiful circles, coming close but never touching her nipples. I spread her legs and tried to finger her clit. “Don’t do that,” she said, and pushed my hand away.

  “Do what?”

  “You know what I’m talking about.”

  “What this?” I said, and tried to finger her clit again.

  She pushed hand away again. “Yes, that. I don’t like that.”

  I thought she was kidding, but I went along. Angelique kissed me passionately. I guided my tongue along her eyebrows, and then kissed her eyelids. I stopped to look at her face. Angelique looked more beautiful than she had at any point since we’d met.

  I lowered my head and began licking and sucking her nipples. Angelique’s body began to squirm as I began working my way down to her navel. Suddenly, she grabbed me by the shoulders. “Come here,” she said, then pulled me up and on top of her.

  I had waited so long for this night. I wanted desperately to be inside her and I thought she felt the same way. I plunged myself inside her and began to move. She laid there with her eyes closed tightly. I was doing what I considered my best shit, but through it all, Angelique just laid there with her eyes closed. She barely moved and didn’t make a sound.

  After a while, and believe me, it wasn’t that long, Angelique pushed me off of her and rolled into the fetal position. “What’s wrong?” I asked and tried to touch her.

  Her body jerked. “Nothing’s wrong, Zack. Just hold me.”

  I slid in behind her, wrapped my arms around her, and she started to cry. “What’s wrong?” I asked again. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No, no—nothing like that. I’m just happy, that’s all.”

  I just assumed that she had cum hard and needed time to catch herself. Angelique fell asleep in my arms that night and left me rock hard and frustrated.

  The next night was more of the same. Any attempt I made at any type of foreplay was met with the same words: “Stop” or “I don’t like that.”

  Naturally, I assumed that since she hadn’t had a lot of sex that she was just inexperienced; and as time went on Angelique would come around and our sex would improve. But I was wrong—dead wrong.

  When we have sex, and that isn’t very often, it is always in the missionary position. Angelique won’t get on top, she refuses to do it doggystyle, and oral sex is out of the question. Sometimes I cum, most times I don’t.

  It’s something I’ve come to accept about our life together. I’ve tried talking to her about being more adventurous and trying new things, but it always ends in an argument. It’s gotten to the point where I don’t even bring it up anymore. But as a consequence, I have sex with other women, watch a lot of porno flicks, and jerk off a lot.

  I love Angelique more than anything in the world and I wish things were different. Everything else about our life together was as close to perfect as it could be. I wonder sometimes if she knows that I’m fucking other women. If she does, she has never said anything about it. Even if she doesn’t suspect that I am, I still feel bad about what I do. Just not bad enough to stop.

  “I got something to tell you,” Angelique said.

  “I got something to tell you, too.”

  “What’s that?”

  “You go first.”

  “No, you,” she said.

  “No, you,” I said.

  “Okay, okay,” Angelique said. “I just wanted to tell you that I’ve really enjoyed us spending so much time together. That’s all. And that I love you very much.”

  “I love you too. And I’ve enjoyed you too. You don’t have to thank me. It ain’t like it’s a big sacrifice to be with you. ’Cause I love you.”

  “Sometimes I wonder about that.”

  “What’d you wonder, if I love you?”

  “No silly, I know you love me. Or you’ve been giving an academy winning performance all these years. What I wonder about is that sacrifice thing. You always got something to do or some place you gotta be or something. I can’t remember the last time we spent this much time together. And I like it.”

  “It has been a minute. Maybe we’re just hitti
ng our stride.”

  “No, baby, you’re just hitting your stride. I’ve been in this groove waiting for you for years now. So what did you have to tell me?”

  “I’m probably gonna have to go to San Diego sometime next week. I was hoping you’d come with me. I know you got the time; you never take off.”

  “That’s why I got time, ’cause I don’t just take off. I’m saving my time ’cause I wanna take one or two weeks for us to go to Rio or wherever.”

  “So you are thinking about Rio, huh. I knew it.”

  “All right, all right, so I have been thinking about it. But that don’t mean I made up my mind.”

  “But you are thinking about it. That’s what’s important. That you’re thinking about it.”

  “Whatever. I haven’t been home for Christmas in years. I miss Christmas with my family. We’ve had some nice Christmas’s the last few years. I had burned out on the whole Christmas thing. And ”

  “You and your sister fell out that last time. That’s what you burned out on, was Connie all up in your face.”

  “Yeah, that’s what started it; that and some other things. But I started feeling like it was just a yearend clearance sale so the stores can reduce their inventory before the year ends.”

  “You’ve been talking to Tee, haven’t you?”

  “But he’s right, at least about that. Christmas ain’t about God or religion or any of that. It’s just about spending money. But that ain’t it. Christmas is about the family. Getting together, having fun just enjoying each other. It’s laughing at old pictures and telling old stories and listening to my Uncle Willie get drunk and tell us all about how that woman did him wrong.”

  “Back in ’69, the year she did me wrong. I kinda miss his ‘Have you seen her, tell me have you seen her’ routine, too.”

  “See, you miss it, too.”

  “Yeah, your family is my family.” I lost both my parents to cancer. My father died when I was sixteen and my mother eight years ago. After my mother died, I gravitated toward Angelique’s family. Growing up, we never had a big family Christmas like Angelique’s family does. My mother was an only child and my father’s brothers were spread out all over the country. They only got together once or twice when I was very young. Me and my sister called each other for Christmas, but neither of us were that big on the whole thing, either. Maybe this year I would invite her to spend Christmas with Angelique’s family. “I’m glad you changed your mind.”

  “Yeah, me, too. It’s time me and Connie made peace, anyway. So, I thought we’d get there Christmas Eve, and I’d stay there until New Year’s Eve. You don’t have to stay; you can go back after Christmas. I know you’d be bored there.”

  But it would keep me out of trouble, I thought.

  “But I would come back and we could spend New Year’s together. That sound good to you?”

  “Sounds like a real plan to me.”

  Chapter Four

  Chris

  By the time I opened my eyes and looked over at the clock, it was after three in the afternoon. The sun was already coming up by the time I got here with Ebony, one of the dancers we had at the poker game the night before. She didn’t have a ride because the dancer she came with left with Jack. I told her if she didn’t mind waiting I would take her home. On the way, she said she was hungry and I offered to cook her breakfast; and to my surprise, she accepted my invitation.

  When we got here, I made breakfast for us. While we ate, she told me that last night was her first, and probably last, night as a stripper. She thought that it would be an easy way for her to make money. “Which it was. But that just ain’t me. I mean, most of your friends were nice, but there were a few that I practically had to fight off. And one that I did have to wrestle with. He was waiting for me when I came out of the bathroom. He dragged me back in there and tried to rape me,” Ebony told me.

  “How you get away from him?”

  “I kicked him in the nuts and ran out of there.”

  “Which one was it?”

  “I don’t know his name, of course, but he was the one wearing the Hawks throwback.”

  “I know who you’re talking about. I don’t know him either. He came with Donald,” I told her, and made a mental note to tell Donald that his boy wasn’t welcome. The last thing we needed was somebody getting raped at one of our games.

  After breakfast, Ebony washed the few dishes we used. “It’s the least I could do, the food was so good.” Then she followed me up the stairs to the bedroom.

  Once she was naked, Ebony laid down in bed next to me. She spread her legs and I fingered her clit and felt it getting harder. Ebony moaned her approval. She reached out to me and slowly began to massage my dick with one hand, while fondling my balls with the other.

  The feeling of her hands led to the sensation of her lips against my chest. Ebony glided her hands across my skin and back to my now throbbing dick. I laid on my back and watched as Ebony took me into her mouth, sliding her tongue up and down my dick.

  I reached out for Ebony and gently moved her body so I could taste her. I ran my tongue along her pussy lips, and proceeded to lick and suck her clit. She moaned her pleasure, while continuing to slide her tongue up and down my dick.

  Once again, Ebony lowered her head and took me into her mouth. My back arched. The movement of my tongue increased to a pace that coincided with her sucking my dick. Her body shook. “Chris, I don’t want to cum yet.”

  I put on a condemn and Ebony got on top of me. She took my dick into the wetness between her thighs. We moved in unison. Each movement was agonizingly slow and deliberate; and heightened the pleasure we were giving each other. Ebony rolled off me and I watched her crawl away and turn around on the bed, she was so fucking fine. I moved closer to her, ran my hands along her back, and squeezed her fat ass.

  Ebony spread her legs and I fingered her clit and played with her lips. Then I got up on my knees and entered her from behind. I rode that ass very slowly. Ebony began grinding her hips into me and using her muscles until I could feel my dick begin to expand inside her, then she’d stop. Ebony took me into her mouth and sucked me a few times before returning my dick to her wet pussy. She did this repeatedly until I felt like I was about to cum. I pushed her away, stood up and backed away from the bed. Ebony laughed at me. “You’re not afraid of me, are you, Chris?” she said, looking over her shoulder.

  I took a deep breath and looked at Ebony’s fat ass and glistening pussy. “I ain’t scared of shit, but the things you doing to me with that pussy are dangerous.”

  “You want me to stop?” Ebony said smiling.

  “No,” I said quickly. “Hell no!”

  I stepped up and grabbed Ebony by her hips and entered her slowly. Ebony began winding her hips. I let go of her hips and allowed Ebony to move that fat ass freely. She began to buck harder and harder, and I leaned forward and fingered her clit while she pounded that ass furiously, until her body started to tremble.

  Ebony tried to move and change positions, but I wouldn’t let her go. Ebony screamed, “FUCK ME!” I did what she asked until we both collapsed from exhaustion.

  Ebony smiled and touched his face, and I spread her legs. I slid two fingers inside her and ran my tongue all over body. I kissed her inner thighs, and then sucked her dripping wet pussy. Ebony grabbed my head and I sucked her lips gently. I glided my tongue slowly along her lips. First one side and then the other, while I made circles around her clit with my finger.

  “Oooh, that feels so good,” Ebony moaned.

  I very gently slid two fingers inside of her again, moving them in and out slowly, then in small circles around her clit. The circles became smaller and smaller. “You’re going to make me cum. Suck my pussy, baby!” Ebony moaned and rocked her hips, and as the circles got tighter, her clit got harder; her moans got louder. “What are you doing to me?”

  “Same shit you were doing to me,” I answered. Her stomach muscles tightened; her thighs pressed together as she arched he
r back and screamed in ecstasy.

  That was this morning, now I looked next to me and Ebony was still asleep. I guess my moving around in the bed woke her up. “Hey,” she said and yawned.

  “I didn’t mean to wake you. You look so beautiful when you’re sleeping.”

  “Thank you. Flattery will only get you fucked again,” Ebony said, and felt around under the cover until she found my dick. She stroked it until it got hard.

  I smiled and pulled her on top of me. Ebony eased my dick inside her, and I placed my hands on her ass. I spread her checks and slowly moved her up and down, inching deeper and deeper inside her. The deeper I got, the wetter she got. Soon, she was sliding up and down my dick effortlessly. Ebony squeezed her nipples, and then her hands dropped to my chest. I didn’t move at first, very content to let her work at her own pace. Ebony’s pace was slow and steady; there was a true rhythm to her movement—almost musical. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of wetness of her pussy. The wetness and warmth of her excited me.

  Ebony’s hips shook, then she sat up and placed her feet on the bed. I stared into her eyes while she moved up and down effortlessly. “I like how you feel inside me,” she said and ran her fingers through her hair. “You fill me up!”

  Her words excited me and I arched my back and pushed myself as deep and as hard into her, as I could. The force of my thrusts knocked Ebony forward. She fell on my chest, but she didn’t stop moving. I kissed her until she grabbed the back of my head and forced a nipple into my mouth. I licked and sucked her nipple and continued to push my dick inside her juicy pussy, with everything he had. Ebony’s head drifted back, her eyes opened wide, and she screamed, “AAAAHH!”

  I took Ebony home after that, and we both promised that this wouldn’t just be a one-night stand. On the way to her apartment, she asked me to tell her a little about myself.