She Ain’t the One

by Mary B. Morrison

  Smiling, Jay handed the valet his keys. He had to know how sexy he was, but he was more attractive ’cause he acted clueless. I couldn’t stand men who spent more time in the mirror than me.

  When I unlocked the door, Jay came in and stood in the living area. “Shit! It’s freezing in here, woman!”

  Quickly, I shut and latched the door. “Sorry, you know how housekeeping always adjusts the thermostat. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll warm you up later, but for now I’ll fix you a drink.”

  First, I dumped the artificial flowers in the trash, filled the vase with slightly cool water, and placed my precious arrangement on the coffee table in front of him. Continuously moving, I retrieved a bottle of red wine from the liquor cabinet. “Is this okay?” I held up a bottle of Merlot.

  “Yeah, that’s real good,” he answered between chattering teeth while eyeing my breasts.

  A quick glance and I noticed my nipples had popped through my top like gumdrops. I attempted to fill Jay’s glass halfway, or so I thought.

  “Shit, woman! What are you doing?”

  “Oh my. I’m so sorry. I—I was watching, um…”

  He smiled. “It’s okay. It’s only—”

  “Your lucky shirt. Let me get that off you. You can shower. I’ll have housekeeping send your shirt to the one-hour cleaners.” Damn, Jay’s skin was smoother than it looked. Indeed, Jay was going to benefit from my mistake.

  “Sure, I’ll take a shower, but only if you join me.” He adjusted his erection.

  Oh, I wanted to see his dick. Ride him right. “Start without me; I’ll be in later. Let me take care of your shirt first.”

  From the look on his face, I think he was shocked but pleased. I hung Jay’s shirt outside the door in a laundry bag and called housekeeping. Then I waited long enough for him to get wet and slippery.

  Before stepping into the bathroom, I popped two more pills with the remaining bottled water. For the first time in a long time, I was sharing my shower with a man.

  For a moment, Jay’s eyes lingered on my scarred thighs. Then he lightly touched the scar on my back as he hugged me. “My God! What happened?”

  Silence lingered as I fought back tears, recalling the horrible memories of Darius. “I’d rather not—”

  “Ssshhh. No need to explain.” Jay quietly placed his fingers under my chin and tilted my head backward. His juicy lips covered mine as his tongue invaded my mouth.

  “Umm. Umm.” I sucked his tongue; he sucked mine. I submitted, melting into his wet flesh. “Umm…um…um.” My body jerked when Jay glided his fingers over my nipples. I took several long deep breaths. I was finally ready to let go of Darius forever.

  “I want you, Ashlee,” Jay whispered faintly.

  Right before he hugged me, my pussy trembled. Then he held me as the warm water pulsated against our bodies. Jay felt heavenly.

  We dried one another off; then his naked body caressed mine as we eased under the sheets.

  “Here”—Jay patted his chest—“lay your head next to my heart.”

  I tucked my head underneath his armpit onto his divine chest, exhaled, and then closed my eyes. Why couldn’t every day be this perfect? “This seems like a fanta—”

  “Naw, it’s real, baby. Wake up. Don’t fall asleep on him.” Jay wrapped my hand around his dick.

  I jerked again, this time from the waist up. “Ooh, he’s humongous!”

  “You think?” Jay smiled proudly. “So do you like?”

  “Mmm-hmm, I like. I like a lot.”

  Someone knocked on the door. A voice echoed, “Room service.”

  “I left the shirt outside the door!”

  “Calm down. Stay here; I’ll check it out.” Jay hurried to the door. He returned to the bedroom, rolling a cart filled with covered plates.

  Leaning against the headboard, I frowned, then smiled. “When did you have time to do this?” Ashlee, you have got to be more aware of your surroundings.

  “Aha!” Jay revealed a platter of chocolate-dipped strawberries, a bottle of champagne, and freshly squeezed orange juice. He pulled the bedspread over my leg and placed the tray in my lap. “Look, I hate playing games, Ashlee—I like you, and I’m the type of man that can show you better than I can tell you. Trust me.”

  “Well then, show me.” I couldn’t believe what I’d said. That was the first time I’d asked someone other than Darius in God knows how long.

  Pausing, he shook his head. “You have no idea what you’re asking me to do to you.”

  “Yes, I do, so don’t make me ask twice.”

  Jay placed the tray back on the stand. Suctioning off the chocolate, he massaged my toes with strawberries, then licked the redness from between my toes as he massaged the arches in my feet. He wasn’t in a hurry, nor was I. Cool ice cubes traced my ankles. I’d never realized my ankles were so sensitive, until Jay’s tongue absorbed the wetness.

  “Ummm,” I moaned, twitching at the tickling yet arousing sensation.

  Jay kissed my scarred thighs. “Turn over.”

  I did as instructed and waited. The coolness of whipped cream smothered my ass and seeped between the crevices of my vagina.

  Jay’s hands rotated, parting my cheeks. Every time my cheeks opened, his long, thick fingers teased my clit.

  I rotated my hips.

  His finger stroked my shaft as more whipped cream greeted me.

  My pussy swelled, gushing juices that flooded the sheets. “Damn! I’m making it obvious I haven’t had a man make love to me in…forever.” I made a motion to turn over.

  “I like your juicy pussy. Relax. I’m getting it ready so I can fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.” When he whispered, “Ashlee” he slipped his long finger deep inside. “Damn! Your pussy is tight. You got my dick hard as hell, woman.” Jay continued sliding his finger inside me.

  “Oh my God! Oh my God. Jay, what are you doin’ to me?” I wanted Jay so bad.

  The pain was pleasurable. Thank God that was his finger and not that gigantic dick. I was on the verge of coming…on his finger.

  Jay paced his rhythm, plunging a little deeper every few seconds, until he found my spot. Then he stopped.

  My hips clamped down on his hand as he held his finger against my G-spot and maintained constant pressure. Damn, biting the sheets, I moaned, “Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huuuh! Oh, ba-beeee.” Instinctively, my body took over grinding his finger. I fucked Jay’s finger long and hard like it was the real thing.

  Jay didn’t move until I’d worn myself out. Patiently, he removed his finger; then he sniffed, licked, and sucked my juices. “Sweet.” He kissed my breasts. “You ready for all of this?”

  I grabbed his dick again—well…almost. It had grown, and my fingers weren’t long enough to wrap all the way around him. “My God, what do you feed this thing?”

  “C’mere and I’ll show you,” he said, nudging my lips closer to his head.

  I didn’t want to seem selfish, the way I’d originally thought Jay was. Boy, was I wrong! With the little energy remaining, I leaked a stream of saliva onto his shaft, stroking as best as I could, but honestly I was drained. Felt like I was suspended in air; I’d never felt this good.

  When Jay’s bulging head dipped below my waist, then popped inside my pussy, I braced my hands on his shoulders. “Wait, where’s your condom?”

  “I ain’t got one.”

  “Then I can’t do this.” I tried to push him off me.

  “I won’t come in you; I’ll pull it out, I promise.”

  I shook my head. “No. I’ve already gotten pregnant once on the ‘I’m just gonna put the head in’ promise. No condom, no sex. Sorry.”

  “Damn! How could I forget? What about you?”

  “Haven’t needed those in over a year,” I lied.

  “Damn! For real?” Jay’s chest inflated. “Okay, what if I go to the gift shop and come right back?”

  “Closed.”

  “Fuck!” He dialed the gift shop direc
t to confirm.

  “Let’s cuddle tonight, and pick up where we left off tomorrow.” I slipped under the covers.

  Jay exhaled, then crawled in beside me, obviously frustrated. He asked, “So, how many kids?”

  “None,” I said, rolling over.

  “Abortion?”

  “No.”

  “Miscarriage?”

  “Nope.”

  “But—”

  “Long story.” I kissed him. “Good night.”

  CHAPTER 5

  Jay

  I walked out of Ashlee’s hotel suite and slammed my hand against the wall. “Fuck!” I was so upset with myself. How in the hell could I have gone out of the house without bringing some condoms? I could have sworn I had one in my wallet, but then again, I wasted it the other night on that bad-sex-having-can’t-make-a-brother-come-hope-I-never-see-her-again Monica. Damn! And after the way I had Ashlee humping and creaming all over my finger with that tight-ass pussy of hers, I just knew I was about to tear that shit up. Damn, I know that shit was gonna be good. I was tempted to plead with her to just trust me and let me go “raw dog” it. Then again I was glad I didn’t—no need to die over some pussy. Besides, there’s always tonight and she wanted it as much as me, if not more.

  I pressed the DOWN button for the elevator and waited for its arrival. Just thinking about the whole foreplay incident and leaving without getting any added more fuel to the fire. I slammed my fist against the wall for the second time, and the elevator door opened simultaneously. There was a white guy standing inside the elevator, looking wide-eyed and apparently startled. I must have scared the shit out of him when I slammed my hand against the wall before stepping inside the elevator, because he looked shaken.

  I mumbled a quick “What’s up?” but could do nothing to mask the pissed-off expression on my face.

  The man eased back toward the corner, never taking his eyes off me.

  I almost laughed at the short, stocky man, but if I were him, I might’ve been scared of me too. I glanced at my watch and realized it was damn near five o’clock in the morning. I bet his short ass just left from getting him some. And just looking at him, he wasn’t even a real playa. Damn, Jay, how the fuck could you forget to bring some condoms?

  The valet brought my BMW to the front door in little to no time. I didn’t mean to burn rubber as I left the hotel, but I guess my anger had gotten the better of me. I chose to ride toward home in silence, but without the blaring radio, or someone to talk to, my mind quickly replayed my last moments with Ashlee. Her naked body kept flashing into my mind.

  It had been a while since I’d enjoyed a shower scene with any woman. I was ready to be inside Ashlee right then and there, but for the first time in a long while, I felt like taking things slow. She seemed like the kind of woman a man should take his time with. I could tell Ashlee was somewhat embarrassed by the scars on her thighs, so I avoided staring at them as much as I could, and I disregarded my mind telling me to further question how she got them. Instead, I aimed to show her that she was still beautiful to me by kissing and licking her thighs the way I do my favorite dessert, vanilla ice cream.

  All women loved my large-size hands, so I gave Ashlee the same treat all women get—the finger fuck—just before getting the real deal. I never expected her to feel as tight as she did once I slid my finger inside her, so that came as a welcome surprise to me. My dick got even harder, growing at least another inch thicker, as I thought of having her tight pussy clamming me with every stroke. I loved the silkiness of Ashlee’s wetness creeping up my hand as I finger-fucked her. Her moans were sexy as hell, and I could’ve very easily gotten off at the same time she climaxed, if I was masturbating. Her pussy contracted over and over again, gripping my finger as if it was a dick inside her. Her fluid was thick and plentiful, just the right amount of wetness for a man my size to enter a tight pussy with a condom without causing pain.

  But entering Ashlee quickly became a fantasy as we both were rudely awakened by the discovery that neither of us possessed a condom. I should give myself an F on the playa’s score card for this one.

  Aaawww, fuck! Driving and reminiscing caused a brotha’s shit to tighten up. God, do I hate having blue balls! Far, far too much pressure on a man. A woman can get horny, be on the verge of having sex, but then not get any and still keep her cool. But a man—almost getting some doesn’t work. Nothing can keep us from getting blue balls except being able to relieve the buildup. The only thing on my mind was to find a way to let loose. It didn’t matter what time of morning. I just needed some sexual healing, and quick! I knew who I could call—fine-ass Janice. I used to mess with her when we both lived in New York. She’d moved down to D.C. about a year ago. Only reason I hadn’t called her since I moved was that Janice could get a little ghetto and always seemed to have some type of drama. But she’d also take it any way I tossed it at her and never make a complaint of how hard I tapped it either. Plus, the one thing I could count on was for her to throw that ass back when I was hittin’ it, and unlike Monica keep it with rhythm too. Now I was horny as hell, and desperate times call for desperate measures, so I was willing to deal with her drama. The only problem with Janice was the possibility she just might have company if I didn’t call her the day before. Janice wouldn’t dare spend the weekend alone. She didn’t have to. Janice is a freak-a-lic and proud to be one. She possesses far too much talent in bed than to lie alone and masturbate.

  I had enough with reflecting. My balls hurt, and it was time to set forth things in motion. I’ll never know what I could get unless I make that call. Here goes nothing.

  “Hello,” her sweet voice answered on the first ring.

  “Hello yourself,” I responded.

  “Jay? Is that you?” Janice asked.

  “The one and only. Yeah, baby, it’s me. How are you doing?”

  “Damn. It’s been a long time, Jay. What you doing callin’ me at five o’clock in the morning? I could be lying next to someone, you know?”

  “Yeah, I know. And I know I didn’t wake you, because you answered on the first ring. I also know you don’t have company, because if you did, I would’ve heard the computer on your answering machine instead of your sweet voice. What you doing up at five on a Sunday morning? A fine chocolate thang like you should be getting her beauty rest.” I thought Janice would laugh, but she didn’t.

  “I’ve been waiting on someone to call me. Looks like I got stood up. We both know that’s a first.” Janice’s tone was rather solemn. This was my opportunity to pull the playa’s card and make it work for me.

  “Whoa, Janice, I’m sorry to hear that. Whoever this man is, he apparently doesn’t understand who you are and what you’re capable of. As a matter of fact, I’m ready to take a drive over there to see you now. What you think? Can I take his place? Can I be your breakfast in bed?”

  “Only if you still pack the right sausage and if the meat is lean. You know how I eat hardy every time you bring me the plate.”

  “Oh yeah. Boy, do I ever know what you mean! I ain’t met a woman who could swallow the sausage like you.”

  “Is that right, Daddy?”

  “That’s right,” I answered in a deep seducing tone.

  “Then you need to act like it and bring yo’ ass on over here. I’ve got an itching inside my throat that I know only your dick can scratch. How long will it take you to get over here?”

  “You ain’t said nothin’ but a word. I’m making a U-turn now. Get up and go unlock the door, then lie back in bed wearing nothing but your birthday suit. I’ll be there in ten minutes with your morning nourishment.”

  “Mmm, I can’t wait,” Janice responded, purring like a kitten.

  Janice’s voice drove me wild. I began to speed because my balls were so tight I could feel them shrinking. I was less than five minutes away from Janice’s place when I glanced over in the passenger seat and noticed one of the gold earrings Ashlee wore on our date. It must’ve fallen off without her knowing it. After
stopping at a red light, I picked up the earring and glared at it. Without warning I began to feel a sense of guilt for wanting to go have sex with Janice knowing I was going to fuck Ashlee tonight. Where this feeling came from, I don’t know. I’ve always been a playa—even when I was married—so it was extremely odd for me to be having a conscience about cheating on a woman I never actually made a commitment with.

  I pulled up in front of Janice’s house, but I wasn’t in a hurry to get out of the car. I sat dazed, thinking of the quality time I had spent with Ashlee and how much I really liked her. The earring remained clutched in the palm of my hand. I loosened my fingers and caught a glimpse of the shiny gold, which seemed to glitter even in the dark. I pictured Ashlee with both earrings on, and a flash of her smile came to mind. Then I realized I couldn’t do it. Janice was about to be stood up for the second time in one day because I couldn’t make myself get out of the car to be with her. My daze soon became short-lived as the throbbing between my legs damn near had me crippled. I cranked up and drove home, trying to keep a level head, the whole time praying I hadn’t made one of the biggest mistakes of my life.

  A hot shower and a nap did wonders for me this day. Some people think the key to getting over blue balls is a cold shower, but the difference is that hot water loosens your skin much quicker and a lot better. The second I woke up I reached for the phone to give Ashlee a call. I couldn’t believe how much I started to miss being near her. She sounded a little groggy, but nevertheless, I was glad to hear her voice.

  “Hey, Ashlee, this is Jay. I’m glad to know you’re still in,” I stated just after she picked up.

  “What do you mean? Of course I’m still in. You just left fifteen minutes ago, remember?”

  “Ashlee, it’s now a quarter to nine. I left your suite just before five this morning. I think you’re the one having a little trouble remembering.” I laughed.

  “Huh? Oh…I’m sorry, Jay. I guess you put me back to sleep before you left. Damn, I really need to be getting up anyway. Speak to me. What’s on your mind, handsome?”