I hated having this void in our relationship. For the first time in years, I had a relationship where there was unlimited honesty, and I didn’t want that to change.
So, as I sat in the mirror combing my hair and James laid across the bed waiting for me to be ready to go to the pool party, I decided to let the cat out of the bag and possibly ruin the rest of this trip. “Did you know that Raven was coming?”
Through the mirror, we caught eyes and I watched him nod his head.
“So you and her have been talking?”
Again, he simply nodded his head.
“When we were going to tell me?”
“When it was something to tell.”
“There is obviously something to tell.”
“No, it’s not. I talk to all kinds of female friends. You don’t know every time that I talk to them.”
“Those women are your friends. You and Raven aren’t friends. You all just met.”
He didn’t respond. Yet, his silence was so loud, telling me so much. James never had a problem telling me about a bitch. That is because those girls were just fucks. It was evident in his eyes that Raven was something more to him.
“Were you planning on playing with her here?” I decided to just put it out there. I was tired of this void being on vacation with us.
He answered my question with a question. “Would you be cool with that?”
“Can you ensure me that you will continue to respect this relationship, and that you all will only play when I know about it?”
Though he quickly said yes, I didn’t believe him. The fact that playing with her was so damn important to him left me on edge. Yet, I didn’t want to be the woman with a bunch of rules that scared her man away and into another woman’s arms. Even if James didn’t know this lifestyle, I did. I knew that lifestyle or not, if James truly loved me and if it was truly meant for us to be together, there would be no woman’s influence that could take him away from me.
“Then fine,” I told him. “I can agree to you playing with her if you can agree with letting me talk to her first.”
When James agreed to let me talk to Raven, he looked like he had just made the biggest mistake of his life.
However, I took it and ran with it. As we entered the private pool where the BSC yellow and white pool party was being held, I instantly got my chance to talk to Miss Thang.
Raven was at the bar talking to a few women. She looked cute in her yellow crochet two piece bikini. Of course, that made it worse. All of this would have been easy if Raven was ugly and no competition, but she was honestly very beautiful. She was the same height as me, but her complexion was a little darker than mine. She was beautifully shaped with more of a mature figure. Just looking at her, you could tell that she had had a kid or two, but spent time in the gym to correct what having children had altered. Her natural hair was shoulder length and flowing in long layers and beautiful brown and gold tones.
She had cute little dimples and very high distinct cheek bones. Her eyes were piercing in there slanted form. I wouldn’t say that her face was so strikingly beautiful, but it was feminine and attractive.
She was a naturally beautiful woman.
I hated it.
I waited to see if James would notice her, but he didn’t. He was too busy shaking hands with some guy that he knew. As they walked away and continued to talk, I snuck away and headed towards the bar.
I said hello as I approached Raven and her company.
“Hey, Lyric,” she greeted. “You look great.”
I was wearing a white bikini with yellow pumps.
“Thank you,” I told her. “Can we talk for a minute?”
She agreed with no thought and followed me outside of the private area. With the Dj blasting reggae, it would have been very hard to hear, and I needed to hear every single word this chick had to say.
“I am just going to get straight to the point.” As I spoke, she and I continued to walk further away from the private pool, but stopped under a huge tree that provided relief from Jamaica’s beaming sun. “I understand that you and James have interest in each other. I don’t mind James playing with other women. However, I usually know the women well enough to know where their head is at, so I am more than comfortable with them being with my man. I don’t know you, though. It is apparent that you and James are attracted to each other, but I need to know where your head is at before I can be comfortable with him playing with you. So, are you interested in James romantically, or do you just want to fuck him?”
With no regret, caution, or shame, Raven stood in my face, didn’t leave anything to the imagination, and told me, “I don’t ‘just fuck’ anyone. I like him, and of course having sex with him is included in that, but I have interest in him beyond simply having sex with him. I don’t know him that well, but from what I have learned about him through phone conversations, I can honestly say that, yes, I am interested in him.”
Now, I couldn’t let homegirl see me flinch. Besides, how could I blame her? Raven had been socializing with an attractive man with a great personality, stimulating conversation, a comfortable salary, and who she knew was a great fuck, if she heard through the grapevine. She was single, so of course she was interested in him. Now, how she handled her interest, knowing that I was his woman, was what I could most definitely blame her for.
“So are you a swinger, in the lifestyle, or what?”
“I am not a swinger, nor am I in the lifestyle,” Raven replied. “I just frequent lifestyle events because I have friends who are swingers.”
“So you have never even played with anyone in a lifestyle setting?”
“Nope. Never.”
Out of my peripheral, I saw James step out of the private pool area and look around as if he were looking for someone. When he saw Raven and me under the tree, his eyes bucked.
Quickly, I ended our conversation.
“Well, Raven, I appreciate your honesty. Thank you for talking to me.”
She simply smiled and said, “You’re welcome,” and walked off.
It was funny how neither she nor James paid the other any attention as they crossed paths.
The vacation was over for me at this point. I had been slapped back into Chicago where my reality was, and reality was that Raven was a sexual civilian. She wasn’t in this lifestyle. She didn’t follow the rules, because if she did, she wouldn’t have been talking to my man in the first place. She wanted my man and she didn’t give a fuck that he already had a woman.
“What was that about?” James looked anxious and worried as he joined me under the tree.
Calmly, I answered, “I told you I needed to talk to her first.”
“And?”
“And it was fine. It was a civil conversation.”
“But?”
“But you ain’t playin’ with her.”
“Why not?”
“Because it makes me uncomfortable. She looks at you like you’re her future. She is pursuing you and that is not respectful, because you already have a woman. She lookin’ at you like she been waiting on a man with a good job and some good dick and damn it if she ain’t found it!” He attempted to say something, but when it looked like he wanted to argue with me or take up for her, I quickly cut him off. “She isn’t even in the lifestyle! She is not like the other women, James. The other women fuck you and leave; no feelings, no interest, and no need to have getting-to-know-you conversations. The others respect the game and respect my position as your woman. She could give a fuck less about my position!”
The louder I got, the more anxious James became. I was acting like a ticking time bomb, quickly approaching the moment that I was going to explode.
“Forget it, babe,” he told me. “We are having fun. Let’s just drop it. We are on vacation. We’re enjoying each other, and there are other women that I can play with. It’s not a big deal.”
His readiness and willingness to calm my nerves increased my worry. I hated for him to feel like he had restric
tions because that was the reason why he didn’t want to be in a relationship prior to meeting me. I was freedom. Now I was turning into the typical woman that had rules and insecurities.
TRICEY
I spent most of my Saturday at my mother’s house helping Star pack. It was a challenge in itself between Jordan and Ariana. Yet, an hour or two into the struggle, my mother came home and relieved us from our motherly duties for awhile.
“I think mama is still mad that I’m moving.”
As we packed the clothes from Star’s drawers, I laughed sarcastically. “Ya’ think?”
Star laughed as well. “I mean, I knew she would be upset, but I guess I hoped that she would understand. She acts like she wants me to live here forever.”
“I think she understands. She just wants you and Jordan to be okay, and she can more easily assure that you all are okay if you are living here with her. When I was your age, she didn’t want me to move out either, so you moving out with a baby is definitely not sitting well with her.”
“But haven’t I proven that I can take care of my baby on my own?”
Star had definitely proved that she could take care of Jordan. Since I had just recently given birth to Ariana, it boggled my mind how my sister had a baby and continued her education since the age of sixteen when, if it wasn’t for Smith, I don’t know how my transition from a single woman to a single mother would have gone smoothly.
“Sure you have,” I told her. “But it’s never enough for a mother. When Jordan is nineteen and wants to move out, you are also going to look at him like he’s crazy.”
Star smiled and seemed to daydream about the thought.
“But what are you going to do, Star? Do you have a plan? How are you going to survive?”
“I have enough money saved from child support and refund checks to pay my bills and take care of me and Jordan for a few months. Plus, I start work soon.”
Regardless of Star’s age, I believed her. My mother raised us to be so independent that my sister and I have these “by any means necessary” personas that have been embedded in us.
“So what’s up with Deon?”
His name made Star’s eyes instantly roll into the back of her head. She had always been very vague about Deon. He was in Jordan’s life for as long as he was in high school, but as soon as he went off to college in Florida, he wasn’t as much of the family man that he use to be. Of course, the relationship between Deon and Star ceased as well. He did pay what child support that he could, but his family wasn’t as invested in his child either, so he and his family only saw Jordan very infrequently when he visited Chicago.
“It is what it is,” was all that Star replied.
I know that it hurt her, but she did a damn good job at acting like it didn’t.
Surprisingly, my mother wanted to spend more time with her grandchildren, so she offered to keep Ariana overnight.
I nearly skipped home. I couldn’t wait to see Smith so that we could go out and have a good time, or, better yet, stay in and have a great time.
He was at my place waiting for me when I got there. Since he didn’t spend the night last night and I hadn’t seen him all day, I was very excited to see my baby.
“Hey, yoooou,” I said sweetly and flirtatiously to him as I entered my bedroom. He was lying across the bed on his back.
I quickly crawled into the bed and straddled him.
He immediately asked, “Where is Ariana?”
“With her grandma.” I was cheesing like a jailbird that had been let out of prison. “Let’s do something tonight. I want to go out and have drinks. It’s been so long since I haven’t had Ariana on the weekend.”
Without contemplating or showing the same excitement that I was, he simply said, “Not tonight, babe.”
That is when I noticed his mood. He was being dry and vague when usually he was always happy and paying attention to me when we were together. When he noticed me noticing him, he rolled over, making me get off of him.
“What’s wrong with you?!”
Quietly, Smith replied, “Nothing,” as he sat on the edge of the bed.
“Then let’s do something or each other,” I said still trying to be flirtatious.
“I’m really not in the mood.”
That’s when I threw away trying to be flirtatious and looked at him curiously. He sat with his back to me and his head down looking at his phone.
“What’s wrong, Smith? And don’t say ‘nothing,’ because it’s obvious that something is very wrong.”
Smith never treated me nonchalantly. As a matter of fact, he barely told me no. So, for him to be sitting there giving me this shitty ass attitude and refusing to give me dick was confusing the hell outta me.
However, when he turned around and looked me in my eyes, I saw true worry and anxiety. He looked sad and just as confused as I was.
I was nearly begging him when I asked, “What’s wrong, babe?”
“It’s just business.” Yet, I could tell that he was just telling me that to pacify me. “Nothing for you to worry about.”
LYRIC
Later that night, at the lifestyle party in the spa, I saw what could possibly be the best threesome that I have ever been lucky enough to witness.
James and I were walking through the spa, drinks in hand, when we heard screaming. Literally, this woman was screaming for the Lord All Almighty. They were some “hurt so damn good” screams. We quickly followed the sounds. As we entered the hall, we stumbled upon two women and a man engaging in hot sex in a small room behind a glass door. We didn’t want to interrupt, so James and I sat along a bench in the darkness and just watched.
Luckily, the slow music playing in the spa was at a very low, sensual volume. Therefore, James and I could clearly hear the sheer fuckery that was in the works on the other side of the glass. Two women were in a sixty-nine position. The one on the bottom was getting her guts dug out by this huge dark-skinned guy. He was sexy as hell as sweat glistened from his bald head, down his hard chest, over his perfect abs, and finally over his huge, beautiful dick. It was marvelously sculpted, dark, and just plain ol’ big. It had to be a good ten inches long and two inches thick.
The woman taking the dick, who was thin and petite, couldn’t move because of the woman sitting on her face, who was also petite but curvy with a nice round booty. Even with a mouth full off pussy, the lean one was constantly screaming mercifully.
At times, the curvy one would sit up, turn, and slightly choke the thinner one. Even I oozed at the sight. It was just raunchy and sexually gutter. Then, “Curvy” would simply turn back around, sit back down, and return to simultaneously eat “Lean’s” pussy and lick on dude’s dick as it plunged in and out.
The guy told Curvy, “Don’t let her move.” Their aggression made my pussy wet. As he thrust into Lean, her toes curled and stretched, damn near throwing up gangs signs. Sometimes his dick would fall out, and the thicker one would hurriedly put it in her mouth. She was so eager. I could tell that she was a true beast as she forcefully road the thinner one’s face, sucked the dick, and stuck it back into the other woman.
Little Miss Thin Thang was coming over and over again. She was literally yelling and cursing as if she couldn’t take anymore, but she would also beg, “Please, don’t stop. Please, please, please, don’t stop.” She even seemed to have tears in her eyes.
I wanted to be where she was. She was in a state of total overwhelming arousal. The sight was having a wonderful side effect on me and James. Apparently, the longer we watched, the closer we sat; and the closer we sat, the more we cuddled and touched one another.
As the skinny one orgasmed again, the guy pulled out and allowed the curvy one to suck the rest of her orgasm out. She continued to eat her pussy as her orgasm unleashed. Then he took off his condom, switched positions, and was now standing behind the thick one, but shoving his dick in the lean one’s mouth. As he fucked her face, her eyes teared up and she began to gag with saliva pouring from her mou
th.
“Take this dick,” he ordered. Then he turned to the thick one asking, “You like how that pussy taste, baby?”
She nodded and continued her feast. He left Lean’s mouth, replaced his protection, and began to fuck the thick one. Now, she was screaming. Her voice sounded so good. I damn near wanted to masturbate to her sex noises alone. James’ dick was rock hard, practically leaning against his navel through his basketball shorts.
Suddenly, the curvy one began to shake uncontrollably. Her ass bounced frantically as she sang out loudly. It was a frantic and piercing scream that signaled her orgasm. He penetrated her deeper and repetitively. The other woman’s head moved rapidly, as if she was returning the favor of sucking her orgasm out through her clit. Curvy simply leaned against Lean’s knee and welcomed what was about to happen to her with closed eyes and frenzied breathing.
Soon there was a stream of liquid coming from her vaginal area. She tried to move as she screamed from the release. Initially, both the man and other woman were startled. Even James and I jumped a bit as our mouths hit the floor. Then, recognizing what was happening, the other two were turned on by her squirting. As she continued to squirt, he chased her and continued to fuck her while the other woman aggressively played with her pussy.
She howled like a sexy beast as this juice continuously flowed from her body.
James and I were speechless.
Nine
Monday, March 15, 2010
STAR
After class I had to run over to Roxie’s house. She needed to wash clothes and Benz had her car, so I agreed to take her.
I really didn’t have the time to sit in the laundry mat with her, but, since I had been moving for the past few days, I hadn’t been able to speak to her much. I wanted to know how things were going with Benz and if he and Scoop had heard anything.
I stopped calling DeShawn. At this point, I wanted to be so far away from the scams, clients, and Benz that I didn’t care what DeShawn thought anymore.
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