The Pleasures of Id, Psyche Series: Book One

by Coffy Paige

  “No! It’s just a second date type of thing.” Maizy corrects, “I feel that before I can fully know what I want I need to weigh my options.”

  Char can’t hold back, “But my brother loves you Maizy.” Her voice shakes as tears fill her eyes. Jenny looks at her hands, feeling awkward for her indifference. “Dating someone else? Is that what you really want?”

  Maizy’s threatening tears finally fall, “I don’t know but before I can talk to Mal’ I need to make sure. Please understand Char.”

  Char turns towards her kitchen sink. “I’ll meet you in my closet in like five minutes. Just let me get my face together.” She wipes her eyes on a paper towel at the same time Will comes in through the back. She’s able to hide the fact that she was crying just in time. “Hey sweetie, how was training?”

  “Great! Um…are the girls’ still here?” He thinks for a second that maybe the crisis will be averted.

  “Yeah they’re upstairs. Get this! Maizy has a date tonight!” She starts to firm herself against the thought Mallory’s impending heartbreak. The thought of parties and outings with Mallory along with Maizy with a new boyfriend was intimidating to say the least.

  “Oh shit!” Will drags his tattooed palm through his black hair.

  Char puts up the ice cream and says, “You’re telling me.”

  “No Char. Mallory’s on his way over here to confront Maizy.” He nods at her shocked expression.

  “Oh Shit.”

  Chapter 10

  Mallory jumps out of his vehicle and walks up his sister’s driveway. Before he gets more than halfway, the front door opens and Maizy appears with Char and Jenny. Everything freezes for a moment as recognition hits everyone. Mallory waves hesitantly before Maizy turns to Char with an accusing glare. “It’s all on me. Will and Char knew nothing about me coming over.” Maizy slowly turns back to him and steps off of the porch. Mallory addresses the group, “Can you guys excuse us?”

  They wait on Maizah to nod her approval before Jenny goes to her car to leave and Char goes into her home. There’s about five feet of space between them but it feels like more for Mallory. Mallory’s eyes travel the length of her short frame in cut offs and a black boy beater tank. Her velvety chocolate legs and arms gleam in the sun. Only her headband tames her wild hair, “You look good baby. How have you been?”

  “Fine. I was going to call this weekend.” Maizy shuffles the dress and shoes she’s borrowing from Char.

  He advances slowly, “It’s all my fault Maizy and I just really want us to get back on track.” When a shoe falls from her arms and over to him he bends to pick it up. Looking at its height and style, he could surmise that this wasn’t a work shoe. “What are these for?” She moves up and tries to get the shoe but Mallory wasn’t giving up that easily. He holds them out of her reach. They were fuck-me-heels if he’d seen any.

  “Mallory give me the shoe!” Maizy jumps up to try to tip the shoe her way but it makes her soft breasts run up and down his body.

  He smiles as her bosom begins to peek out of her tank top. “Jump three more times for me sweetness.” She pauses to look at what he’s gawking at and she jumps back with embarrassment. He laughs as he lures the shoe in front of her and walks backwards. Just before she can grab it he pulls it out of reach in time. He chuckles as she makes one last attempt, “Just tell me if you’re preparing another show for me or not?” He takes the heel and eyes it like Prince Charming in Cinderella.

  She cocks back and folds her arms over herself, “Not.” When his face falls so does his hand and she takes that chance to get the shoe. He’s still in shock when she moves around him to go to her car.

  He comes to just before she can fully open her door and he shuts it, “You girls going out tonight.” She leans on her car with a smirk and shakes her head ‘no’.

  “I have a date tonight Mal’.” Once again he’s shocked to weakness and she’s able to effortlessly push him away from her driver side.

  He puts his hands firmly on her open window space. “Maizah you’re not going.” He’s trying to make his voice calm but it still comes out strained.

  “Mal’ this has nothing to do with you or us. I just want to make sure that being with you is what I want.” He tries to say something else but she stops him. “I’m sorry Mal’, but I have to go or I’ll be late.” She starts her car and slowly pulls away as Mallory is still trying to get a word in. She looks back into her rearview mirror and laughs at the sight of Mallory in the middle of the street.

  Telling Char about the date proved to be harder than it seemed. She was crushed when she heard the news, but Mal’s face made for it. They’d get over it in due time. As she turns the corner she takes a look at her arm that’s riddled with goose pimples. She couldn’t wait for tonight.

  Mallory just barges into his sister’s house and finds her next to the window with a startled look on her face, “I want you to tell me where she’s going and none of this shit of you not knowing!”

  ~*~*~

  Maizy sits in the darkened booth of the restaurant checking to see if anyone is looking. The quiet Italian eatery is elegant and offers each of its patrons a secluded type experience. The booths are high and the red hue of the single candle offers most of the lighting. Her bosom was presented generously against the vintage share neckline of Char’s blazing red dress. Her hair is straightened and gathered to one in body curls. She has a matching red lipstick that creates a sultry Sophia Loren look. Waiting for her date, she looks at herself in her compact as an effort to relieve nerves. A man clearing his throat over her table makes her put her mirror away. Excitement of the arrival of her date makes her giddy.

  Maizy’s breath catches at the debonair swag of Mallory standing before her. His hair is freshly cut into a stylish coif and bleached blonde. He’s dressed in a pair of nice black slacks, a tailored burnt orange dress shirt buttoned up to the third button, and a sleek sports coat. Her voice is barely above a whisper when she breathes his name.

  He looks around with a smug look on his face, “Where is he?”

  “Why are you here Mallory?” She back stiffens up and she sits straighter in her chair when he helps himself in the booth next to her.

  He gazes on her like a wolf and she’s aptly Little Red Riding Hood. “Is he in the bathroom?” When she doesn’t answer he delights at her reaction as he trails a finger over her exposed bosom. “You think he’ll get the hint if he saw us like this?” Maizy’s breathing is erratic to Mallory’s satisfaction. He knows he has her right where he wants her. Her mannerisms are much like the first time in his car, relenting and unsure. He knows that whenever this clown does walk up he’ll promptly turn right back around, if he already hasn’t.

  Maizy’s tries once more half-heartedly, “Why are you here?”

  He moves inches away from her mouth, “I’m here to get you. Even if I have to swing you over my shoulder and carry you out in front of everyone.” The words are domineering but they sound incredibly sweet and seductive from his syrupy tone. Their lips touch and it’s like home for them both. Only the sounds of their intense breathing can be heard in their intimate space. His hand slips to the back of her neck to deepen the kiss but a waiter’s approach stops him cold. They ask for another minute before he looks at her wipe her disrupted lipstick off. She hands him a napkin and he follows suit. “So when’s lover boy getting here?”

  Maizy’s eyes cut seductively over to Mallory, “He’s already here.” She stifles a laugh when he starts looking around hysterically for the culprit. When he looks back at her with a bewildered stare she lets him off the hook. “It’s you goof ball!” When it’s obvious that he still doesn’t get it she continues with an eye roll, “I only told you, Char, and Jen that I had a date to screw with you guys.” She sits back with a victorious look. “Serves you all right for doing the same thing to me.”

  Mallory’s face is in an unreadable stare, which makes Maizy a bit nervous so she continues to babble. “You guys hurt me…”

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nbsp; “So you wanted to make me hurt just as much?” Mallory’s tone is serious and quiet. He slowly turns and pins her with a wounded look.

  Maizy loses more of her bravado, “It was just to show you how you made me feel. I wanted you to see that your games won’t solve anything.” She looks down with a defeated attitude. “Are you really that angry with me?”

  “Angry? Am I Angry?” Mallory repeats with more force. He stares her down and without another word he crashes into her mouth before she can speak. The kiss is just as hungry as the when he first sat down. The waiter once again comes back but keeps walking when they don’t even notice him this time.

  He slowly pulls back and waits for her eyes to fully open before he finishes, “I don’t think I could ever be angry with you. I love you Maizah and I want to spend a long time proving it to you.”

  He quickly puts his index to her swollen lips before she can speak once more, “We’ll take it as fast or slow as you need. I have to tell you though that I’m not a patient man.” He stops as she snorts were agreement and they both chuckle at the obvious. “I’m not a gambling man either so I know a sure thing when I see it. We’re a sure thing Maizy, I just hope you see that.”

  Maizy moves in, closing off the small space between them, “So you’re up for the job of being facilitator and teacher for all my sexual fantasies and shortcomings?” She revels in the way his eyes go straight to her body. Her nipples strain against the dress’s bodice and the heat between her legs causes her to scream with anticipation. Most of her nights were restless thinking of the lovemaking they shared their first time together. The thought of a repeat performance always got her going.

  He can tell she’s turned on because her unique smell of vanilla and dove orchid is more pronounced. It radiates from her like a pheromone and his nostrils lift and stretch to snatch every particle from the atmosphere. “Honey if that’s problem then I can’t imagine the benefits.”

  “Well I should tell you that one of my fantasies is public sex?” Mallory’s eyes bug out more when she slides under the table and moves in on his crotch than the comment itself.

  She’s relieved that he isn’t fighting her over this but she’s still nervous. She has never given oral sex before but she was more than willing to try for Mal’. Her trembling fingers clumsily fiddle with his fly.

  Mallory is too excited to care about her unfamiliarity of a pant zipper straining from a hard cock. In a breathy whisper he reaches down and says, “Let me help you with that.”

  Once its released from its confines, his erection looks like a monolith. Almost like it’s a separate entity she reaches out with her fingertips to stroke the head. She jumps when it moves on its own. “Baby you don’t have to do this.” She looks up to see him peering inconspicuously at her. Her hands steady and go confident as they grasp his thick length.

  Instinctually and from what she’s seen in pornography, her lips wrap around the helmet of his member, savoring his flavor. His quick intake of breath makes her jump back once more and she whispers, “Sorry!”

  He peeks down and whispers, “No, no! It just surprised me…good surprise though.” He smiles to calm her nervousness. “Try moving your hands too.” He advises quickly before putting his attention to the same poor waiter needing their order.

  His voice goes up an octave as he finally orders an appetizer while Maizy replaces her mouth around his cock. The first two inches are simple but the next two cause her to gag. Mallory’s hand reaches down to caress her hair, “Don’t try to take too much sweetie. It feels like heaven with what you’re doing.” Her tongue does laps around his girth and she locks the tangy sweet taste of him in her memory. She remembers to move her hand up and down on him as she sucks harder on what she can fit in her mouth. Even from her position she can hear his irregular breathing and it spurs her on. Her throat relaxes and she moves her mouth to take more of the length of what her hands were occupying. His fingers are digging into the back of her head but she’d be damned if it didn’t turn her on more. She wasn’t too fast or slow in her ministration, as this was more to see how comfortable she was with giving him oral sex. Every so often a stronger taste of him would leak out and she’d slurp on him even more to try to elicit more.

  She begins to see the power of her actions. To see the true control she holds over him even with his domineering personality. She’d definitely bank this away for a “Neanderthal Tamer” in the future. She gets bolder with it as she drags the pad of her tongue from shaft to tip before swirling around and closing her lips around it. She’s lost in her actions, in trance from the seductive wantonness that he’s unleashed in her and loving every minute. All of a sudden she’s being ripped away by the nape of her neck as Mallory whispers, “Move baby!” He moves her hands from his cock and starts stroking with a vigor that insists that he has an impending emergency. Maizy moves to sit properly in the booth but her eyes never leave Mallory’s actions. Seconds later a string of muffled curses and grunts explode from him as his assaulting fist gives the top of his Johnson short tugs. He takes a napkin to wipe off the evidence of their transgression and dreamily looks over to her, “I don’t know whether or not that fantasy was properly fulfilled but we’ll definitely be recapping it on a much fair basis in the future.”

  Laughingly she asks, “So I wasn’t terrible for my first time?”

  His eyes go wide then back to normal before reaching out and stroking her chin, “How did I get so lucky?” Before she can answer their waiter comes up with their appetizer in a carryout container and he has their check. He politely says that management told him to ask them to leave. Not the least bit embarrassed, as his antics in other public spots usually got him thrown out anyway, Mallory escorts a blushing Maizy out. The press is there with tons of questions, mostly if Maizy is the mystery woman and if wedding bells were on the horizon.

  Maizy is hiding her face because she’s sure they will all know about her little sexual episode mere minutes from when it transpired. He stands next to her door as the pictures continue to flash at every angle. He’s in his element but it’s the total opposite of anything Maizy has ever experienced so she just tries to keep her head down. She’s grateful that Mallory gets her safely into his car but his next actions almost have her fainting. “Ladies and gentleman of the press, these last few weeks have sparred tons of rumors of and who I’m dating…” With a toothy grin he turns back to Maizy and their eyes lock then he continues, “yes this is my woman.” The declaration was unsaid between them until now but the revelation still shocks her. The cameras go even crazier at her dropped expression and even crazier when he adds, “And who knows, maybe in a couple of months, Neanderthal could be picking out a tux!”

  Maizy thought her eyes were going to pop out of her head at that! He makes some excuse about needing to go and jumps in the driver side to take off. A full five minutes goes by and he still hasn’t said anything about his comment to the press. “Mallory?”

  “We’ll get your car tomorrow if that’s okay.”

  She nods but continues on, “Mallory?”

  His concentration seems to be more on the task at hand than his crazy admission to the press. “Yeah babe?”

  “Did you mean what you said? About finding a tux in a few months.”

  “I knew that would freak you out. I meant what I said Maizy, I’ll take it however fast or slow you need but I am an impatient man. I’m going to keep trying until I have more than just you but the absolute.”

  “And what’s that?”

  “I want the dream with you. Marriage, kids, house, I want it all. This time away from you solidified that for me. I never had these feelings for anyone else and that’s how I know they’re genuine.” He looks at her for moment, “They’re genuine and all for you.”

  “Mallory I love you.” Mallory goes silent and she waits for his response. She notices that they’re heading away from her condo’s direction and towards Mulholland Drive. “Where are we going?”

  With a short chuckle,
“Lady you drive me crazy for the better part of a year, got me out here committing felonies and sexual depravities,” they pause to chuckle then he continues with a more serious tone while pulling into his three-car driveway. “Then you invite me into your beautiful body,” he leans in close much like the first time she was in his car. “You finally tell me you love me and let me into your heart.” He kisses her shoulder then looks to his home, “And given your track record for scaring so easily, I’ve decided to take you somewhere you can’t run from so easily.” She cuts a peel of laughter that gets him to join.

  In a coquettish jest she says, “Well I guess since you’ve stalked me for the better part of a year, have gotten your sister to corrupt me into her little pole dancing brigade, you scour the city looking for me and kidnap me off to your house in the hills I guess I have no choice. What’s next you gonna club me over the head and whisk me to Vegas to marry.”

  She squeals when he playfully grabs her and drags her to him and out of the car. He nuzzles her giggling neck, “Don’t put ideas in my head woman!”

  Epilogue

  Two Years Later

  But the idea was already there. In the end of the first month of their courtship they were engaged. By the middle of the second month they were married and expecting. It seems Mrs. James didn’t ever make it to her doctor’s appointment. Her whirlwind courtship to Mr. James may have had a hand in that thought.