His gigantic eyes looked like they could have exploded. “Wow, what happened to your clit? It is the biggest one I’ve ever seen.”
That makes two of us with big ones, I thought. I smiled nervously. I didn’t know what to say in response. I know some men think it to themselves. But, they just don’t blurt it out like that. Considering how many women I’m sure Carlos has been with, I guess he’d be the clitoris expert.
I closed my eyes and tried to focus upon the sensation, but every time he almost had me on the road to the Big-O, he’d readjust himself and ruin it. Plus, I felt his dang upper front teeth again. Maybe if he’d stuck his tongue inside of me or licked me while sticking a finger somewhere, I might have felt something, but he wasn’t using his hands at all. Where were they?
I looked down and he was unzipped. He had one hand on himself, stroking his exposed wand that looked like a dang tree trunk. I wondered if I’d lived such a sheltered life that I hadn’t seen large ones like that before. Maybe that was commonplace to some women, I don’t know. But, I doubt I could handle that if he stuck it in even half-way.
He stopped for a minute as he inhaled me, then he looked up at the ceiling, making a squinted face, stroking and choking himself to death with increased speed. He placed his thumb over the tip of it, thank goodness, perhaps to keep from shooting all over my mocha suede sofa. It didn’t look like much liquid, considering it was from such a long shaft. As light-skinned as he was, his private part was a very dark, Tootsie Roll brown. He then stood up, and it was pointed straight out into the ozone. This time my eyes could have exploded.
“Where’s your bathroom,” he asked, cupping himself with one hand.
I lifted my hips to pull up my panties and readjust my skirt. “Down the hall on the left.” I tried not to look at him, or it, another second longer.
“I’ll be right back.” He scooped up his clothes and went down the hall.
I stared around the dimly lit room, almost wondering how I’d gotten there, let alone how I let him in. I barely remembered driving home. There I was lying with this man’s saliva down there, and I really didn’t even know who he was.
I could have crashed right there on my back, lying on my couch with my legs hanging off, spread wide open. I was exhausted just from watching him try to please me.
He looked around. “So, where’s your room?” he asked, coming out of the bathroom fully dressed.
“Oh, Carlos, I’m going right to sleep,” I replied with an exaggerated yawn.
“That’s fine.”
I left no doubt. “Alone.” I stood up and readjusted myself.
He played it off. “Oh, okay. I see. Well, all right then. No problem. I had a good time.” He fiddled around like he was feeling through his pockets for his keys.
I flashed a smile, guiding him toward my front door. “I did, too.”
“I’ll see you later, right?”
He gave me a peck on the cheek, which was great because I wasn’t about to open my mouth again, not that night anyway. He scratched his scalp, stepped out and down the hall, looking back at me as if this were a first for him being sent home. His ego screamed in pain. I continued to smile and closed the door.
Before I could even set my alarm clock, my phone rang.
“I really did have a great time. I want to see you again,” Carlos told me.
I was buttoning up my silk zebra pajamas. “Okay.” Did I just agree?
“There’s this golf tournament in Palm Springs soon. I wanted to know if you’d like to go with me. It would be great to have you on my arm.”
“Sounds interesting. Let me know a little more about the date and I’ll see.”
“I will. Again, I had a great time.” He mentioned nothing about the one-sided orgasm fest.
My head was ready to hit the pillow. “Thanks for dinner. Good night, Carlos.” Dang I miss Makkai’s touch.
“Good night, Miss Cherry.” “Nite.”
I hung up and reached over to turn off the light. That was utterly draining.
Chapter 26
Georgia
“What’s up?” Makkai asked as I answered my cell phone.
“What do you mean, what’s up?” A while back, I would have raced to answer his call; now I wished I hadn’t answered it at all. I mean it wasn’t like he was calling because he wanted us to be like we were or even more.
“I haven’t heard from you for a while.”
Please. I was so not feeling him. “I haven’t heard from you even longer.”
“Georgia. How are you?”
“What difference does it make? It’s not your baby anyway, as you said.”
“Hold up now, Georgia. In my mind, I did try to give you the benefit of the doubt. But, there are ways to find out.”
I tried to keep it down as I sat at a crowded bar of a nearby restaurant. “Relax yourself, Makkai. I had a visitor already.”
“A visitor? You had a visitor? So what are you telling me?” I heard the volume of his car radio dissipate.
I responded, “Duh, I’m done with my, you know. I already had it. It was just late”
“I got that part, but are you telling me that you really weren’t pregnant? Didn’t you use one of those home pregnancy tests or something before?”
“Maybe.” A man sat two seats away from me, flashing his teeth. I turned for privacy.
“Maybe? And?”
“Like I said, it doesn’t matter now. You’re off the hook.”
“Georgia, you know what? Okay, fine.” The sound of his forced exhale assaulted the phone. “So how are the girls?”
Oh, please, how fake. “Don’t ask, Makkai.”
“Why are you so mad at me?”
“Actually, because I’m out, and about to have dinner. You’ve called at a bad time.”
“When would be a good time to call?”
“Why? Since I’m not pregnant, now you want to start screwing again or something?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Good, because that will never happen again. I’ve given up on you men.”
“I got it, Georgia.”
“Makkai, if you cared about me, you would have been calling from the moment I told you, just to make sure I was okay. You were around more when I was pregnant with Rydell’s baby than when you thought it was your own.”
“I needed time to get my feelings in check. And I didn’t believe you were pregnant anyway. At least not by me.” I heard the sound of him setting his car alarm.
“Well, congratulations, you were right. And if I have my way, I’ll never have another drop of sperm anywhere near me ever again.”
“Georgia, I don’t want to be your enemy.”
“Surely you don’t, now. Goodbye, Makkai Un-Worthy.”
My boss, Tucker Hill, had connected with this girl he met on-line while he was chatting via email, acting like he was me, using my photo and everything. It was time to meet. The Joint, a popular chicken wing house, was the spot.
“Wow, you’re even cuter than your picture,” said lovely, yellow, thirty-something Whitney.
“Thanks. So are you,” I replied.
She smelled like fresh air amongst the smell of fried foods and alcohol.
“I told you I was thick. I actually started losing weight, and my girlfriend told me to gain it back.”
“I can appreciate that. You’ve got it in all the right places,” I said, looking her up and down and stopping at the middle.
She took a seat at the bar next to me, looking down at my baby-oiled legs extending from my shorts. “So, how long have you lived in L.A.?”
“All my life,” I told her amid the sound of the many voices nearby.
“I just moved here from Detroit. Actually, my kids are still there with my husband. We’re separated. But, a friend of mine, this dude, hooked me up here with a place and a job, so I’m getting settled in.”
“Sounds like a nice friend. So what do you hope to find on-line?”
“Just a woman wh
o I can kick it with, you know, shop with and rent a movie. I have to have me a woman. It’s just something I crave.”
“So, does your family know?”
“No, not even my friends. I have female friends, and I have a few girls who I can let my hair down with, you know?”
“So you do like dudes, too?” I asked her.
“Oh, I love men.”
“Me, too. Although I must admit that lately they’ve been getting on my last nerve. You could say I did something stupid, though. I’m probably madder at myself for trying to test this dude, only to find out that he really didn’t care like I wanted him to. It sort of backfired on me. But, at least now I know. I read too much into it I guess.”
“We all do things like that. We’re all just looking for someone to care.”
“I just think women understand so much more than men. But, we can’t live without ‘em, or so they say. But, I think I’m willing to try,” I confessed.
“I’m probably going to file for divorce, but I need to get my kids here first.”
“That’s smart. I have two girls and wouldn’t be able to breathe if their father pulled some crap like trying to take ‘em from me.” The guy sitting behind her was grinning all up in my face.
“I know.” She leaned in closer. “You know what, I was going to ask you, do you want to eat here or go to this spot I know about.”
“I’m down.”
“Do you want to follow me?” she asked.
“Okay.”
“Let’s do it.”
The spot was a little gentlemen’s club called Sixty-Nine. It was tiny, but the scenery was unlike anything I’d ever witnessed. The ladies were tall and toned and pretty and attentive and limber, bending over to the front to touch their toes. We ordered chicken strips and tangerine wine coolers.
As we took a seat along the main stage, most of the hot and bothered men glanced at us as though we must have been stone freaks. Whatever.
I grabbed my cell. “Mind if I invite my friend to stop by? He’s my ex-boss, but he’s cool.”
“Sure.”
One dancer came out and stopped right in front of the both of us wearing a grape thong, shaking her moneymaker. Her name was Tricks, and she was limber enough, from what I could see, to put her own mouth on her own stuff.
“Damn, look at that,” Whitney said with one hand in between her own legs.
I stared with my mouth wide open. My lower muscles were jerking.
After a few dancers did their things, in no time Tucker arrived walking all fast, looking impressed at the sight of our new friend. She didn’t even seem to notice him. He took a seat with a bulge in his pants. His nature had risen already.
He was average in every way, height, looks. Everything about him was simply average, except for his wallet. He always took care of the bill. He bought us all we could eat and drink. I stuck to coolers, but Whitney had a Long Island, or two.
Before long, I scooted my chair over next to Whitney, whispering in her ear with more tongue than words. “What do you say we go to my place?”
“Sounds good to me,” she replied, kissing me on my chin, and then my cheek, and then my eyelid, and then over to my ear, giving me some sort of smooth blowing sensation.
“Okay, it’s time to go,” I told Tucker, grabbing Whitney by the hand and walking fast to our cars.
She staggered out into the light of day as I guided her. Since she was obviously not holding her liquor well, Tucker drove behind us as I drove her mint green Altima.
“Whitney, now, you need to stop that,” I told her as I tried to keep my hands on the steering wheel and eyes on the road.
She leaned over to my lap and started kissing my bare thighs. I squirmed and asked, “Do you want me to wreck your car?”
“Just let me put my head down on your lap. I’m dizzy.”
I hugged her hip with my right arm, driving with my left hand while she put her head in my lap. She didn’t say a word, but just kept licking my thighs. I think I disobeyed every speed limit by twenty miles per hour. I just had to get this woman to my house.
We all ended up in my bedroom, naked, with Tucker on his back and his dick in my mouth while she watched.
I put one hand on her leg as she sat on the bed. Tucker grabbed a condom from his wallet.
She sliced her eyes at him. “Oh, no, I’m not getting with you like that. I don’t think so. I want to be alone with Georgia.” She wasn’t too buzzed to know that much.
“Okay,” he said as I rose up from him. He lay back without opening the condom packet, still excited, and watched me lean her back, as I kicked off my flip-flops and climbed on top of her.
Before she could take her pants off, stubborn Tucker pulled me back on top to finish him, and as I did, she approached his nipples and started sucking and flicking them while he watched us both, rolling his eyes back in his head within no time. He released his pulsation just as I backed away, happy to leave him to himself.
I finally approached her as she was on her knees. As soon as I slid her aqua G-string over to the side, Tucker started to approach her exposed rear end, burying his face deep into her backside. She poked herself out even farther, while I adjusted myself under her, lying to the side. She immediately found my mouth with hers, kissing me with her eyes wide open, watching my every expression. Her tongue was wide and strong. She sucked my tongue like she was trying to get something out of it. Her big, doe-like eyes were sexy, and kind of a brownish green. Her skin was vanilla and her short hair was curly, which smelled like citrus. She moaned while Tucker did his thing. Yeah, she liked the guys, too.
She jerked a couple of times like she was gearing up, and then asked, “Will you rub yourself against me?”
He backed away, hard once again, as Whitney and I banged coochies for about fifteen minutes. She grabbed my tits and played with my nipples while rubbing her V-shaven pubic area all up against me and eyeballing every inch of me. She was getting off fast as she banged me harder and harder, pressing against my flesh, tossing her head back and sucking her thumb.
She focused on my face and gave me this sensual stare. “You’re so pretty,” she said as her jaw tightened. Her hips collapsed and she squeezed every ounce of her excitement out of her, sliding her fingers deep into her own slippery walls.
Tucker, the little fucker, stood over us with his mouth wide open, getting a grip on himself.
All I could do was look at Whitney’s hot ass.
She looked over at me while she came down from her panting moment. “Next time, I still want you to Cook4Me. Alone.”
“You know it.”
“I’ve gotta get home,” she told us as she arose from the bed, searching for her lace bra.
“Me, too,” said Tucker while he zipped up. Boyfriend had to get home to his little family. He also slipped me five one-hundred-dollar bills. “I have another one set for this weekend,” he said close to my ear.
“Just let me know,” I told him while my nipples were still hard from watching her sashay away as they both walked out.
Before hitting the refrigerator for some ice water, I checked my voice mail.
First off, I know we’ve shared your girlfriend, Stardust. She told me she knew you, even though you will deny it as usual, and besides, knowing what a freak you are, it wasn’t hard to put two and two together. Secondly, I saw your hoeish ass today at the club, Georgia. You are scandalous. Third, and lastly, don’t give me a reason to take my daughters away from the sick-ass environment you have them in. You will not twist their minds while you act like a dude around them. You ‘re a damn pussy hound. I see you earned your last name, Manley. Fuck with me, okay?
Oh, please, get a life. Where was he while the ladies were shaking their butts today in the club? Probably sitting in the back shellacking himself at the sight of me and Whitney getting lap dances. Oh, hell, now he’s really gonna spread some gossip. But, he can’t take my kids away just because I like the girls. I’m not worried. Dammit. I can’t belie
ve I left my car at that damn club.
I dialed frantically. “Tucker, come back and get me please.”
I grabbed my teal purse that my honey Stardust bought me and ran out the door. I missed her.
Chapter 27
Salina
The night before my husband’s hearing, which had been rescheduled way too many times due to him changing attorneys over and over again, Makkai and I spent the night together. Makkai had been subpoenaed, so he had to make sure to be there more than I did. I really wouldn’t have been missed, I’m sure. But, the bottom line was, Tom Woodard was my spouse, and until we divorced, I suppose I did have certain obligations. After all, he was trying to kill Makkai because of me.
“Did I tell you my husband is such a punk, that he shaves his private area?”
“His private area?”
“He shaves his Christmas balls and his chest.” I had to crack up on that one.
“Salina, that is way more information than I need.”
“Okay, but really, have you ever heard of a man mowing his lawn like he’s some little bitch? He might fit in just fine in that jailhouse.”
“Salina, why is it that you don’t sound like the dutiful wife? Why did you stay with him if you feel like that? You should have just left him.”
“We were trying to work it out. I wasn’t going to leave him. But, hell, it’s never too late.”
“Then do it and stop talking about it.”
“Maybe I will, hell.” This man is trying to call my bluff. Please. “Anyway, why do we always have to come to this hotel? How come I can’t come to your house?”
“For obvious reasons. Why are you complaining? It’s a luxury hotel.”
“No one is coming after you now, Makkai. No need to hide out. He’s locked up.”
“You are still married, and you still have a jealous husband.”
“Yes, I do, don’t I? Well, he’s got a new woman now, so I don’t think he’s too worried about me.”
“Don’t be so sure. You pissed him off. Don’t ever underestimate a jealous man or a man scorned. She could just be a distraction to keep him from feeling the hurt.”
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