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by Skyy


  “I had a meeting about Alumni Weekend and decided to come visit my sweetheart. I was just talking to Denise here about her wardrobe.”

  “Mother, leave Denise and her clothes alone. Sorry, Denise,” Lena said noticing the stressed look on Denise’s face. “Oh, well, um, don’t you want to go get something to eat or something?”

  “I don’t really have the time, dear, but walk me to the car,” Karen said, walking toward the door. “Nice to meet you, Denise.” Lena walked past Denise; she mouthed, “Sorry” as she walked out.

  “Lena, your roommate—”

  “Denise. Yes isn’t she great.”

  “She is—”

  “A basketball player. She’s the best on the team,” Lena said, hoping her mother didn’t ask questions she wasn’t prepared to answer.

  “She dresses in all hip-hop clothes. So unattractive for a woman to wear those type of clothes.”

  “Well, she spends most of her time in class or gym.”

  “That is no excuse to never be feminine. People will get the wrong impression. Those braids are so ghetto. She looks like a—”

  “Mother, her life is basketball, training, class and more training. She dresses in what is comfortable for her to do what she has to do. It’s not like she’s attending teas or brunches or anything.”

  “Well, I am just saying, all women should dress up sometimes.”

  “Well, I don’t think that Denise has many places to dress up to.”

  “Lena,” Karen said looking at her daughter. “Is there anything you are not telling me about Denise?”

  Lena felt her palms sweating. “No, Mother. There’s nothing to tell. I have told you everything.”

  “Does Denise have a boyfriend, dear? I think she might like Missy Perkins’ son. He plays football.”

  “Mother, she has someone that she is dating. Don’t go around trying to hook her up.”

  “Well, it doesn’t hurt to keep her options open. Is she going to pledge?”

  “Mother, that is not her thing,”

  “Pledging is not her thing? How is it not her thing?”

  “It’s expensive, for one.”

  “I would be willing to help her. She obviously needs a little etiquette training, maybe some other women to be around besides teammates. Why haven’t you rubbed off on her?”

  “Mom, we are barely around each other. She is always at games and practice, and I have been spending so much time studying for Chi Theta.”

  Lena hoped throwing Chi Theta in would change the subject. It worked; her mother began to discuss how excited she would be when Lena crossed.

  Lena said her final good-byes to her mother and headed back to her room. Denise closed her duffle bag.

  “I am so sorry about that. I had no idea she was coming.”

  “I know. She said she wanted it to be a surprise. Lena, does your mother know that I am gay?”

  “Um, yeah I told them a long time ago.”

  “And they are cool with it? Your mom looked sorta strange.”

  “She always looks like that. No, she just wanted to ask about Chi Theta,” Lena said knowing she was telling a lie.

  “Oh, okay. Well, give me a hug. It will be a while till I see you again,” Denise said.

  “Have a great trip,” Lena said, holding Denise. She noticed how warm she felt.

  Denise smiled and walked out of the room.

  Lena was alone, no Brandon or Denise. She sat on her bed. She wondered how her parents would really feel. She didn’t want to take the time to find out.

  Carmen looked down at the letter again. Tears rolled down her eyes. “I can’t believe they got off.”

  Nic placed her arms around her. “I am sorry. If you want, I’ll go find them and kick their asses.”

  The two girls who drugged her were only given fifty hours community service. She read the letter again, which informed her of the sentence. “They drugged me, and all they got was some fucking community service. How could I be so stupid?”

  “You can’t beat yourself up for this. Some women are just weak as hell.”

  “Including myself.” Carmen stood up, causing Nic’s hand to fall off of her.

  “Carmen . . .”

  “I think I want to be alone right now.” Carmen walked out of Nic’s room.

  Nic decided to let her go.

  Carmen walked around the campus for hours. All her insecurities began to arise. She wondered why someone as sexy as Nic wanted to be with her. Maybe she was cheating on her like Tameka did. She wondered when Nic was going to hurt her like all the rest.

  “What’s up, shawty?”

  Carmen knew the voice instantly. “What do you want, Tameka?”

  “Besides you?”

  Carmen began to walk off. “I don’t have time for yo’ shit today.”

  “All right, a’ight,” Tameka said, rushing to grab Carmen’s arm. “Damn, my bad. I just want to know how you’re doing.”

  “I’m fine.”

  “You don’t look fine. What did Rico Suave do to you?”

  “Her name is Nic, and she hasn’t done anything. Why are you so worried about me and my gal?”

  “A nigga can’t worry about you? Damn, C. I always worry about you. Plus, I don’t trust that pretty boi.”

  “You don’t trust her, or you are jealous of her?” Carmen said.

  “A little bit of both, I guess.” Tameka rubbed the back of Carmen’s hand. “C, just hear me out. I know I fucked up last year, but damn, I miss you. I think about you all the time. I miss your touch, smell, smile. Can’t we just try to make it work?”

  Carmen felt butterflies in her stomach. “I, I . . .”

  “I know you miss me some. You gotta miss me a little.” Tameka gazed into Carmen’s eyes.

  “You were my first love. Of course, I miss you.”

  “So, what’s the problem?”

  “I am with Nic. And you hurt me too bad. I can’t forget that.”

  “You think Nic is perfect, huh. Well, guess what, she isn’t. Neither am I. But the difference is, I know what I fucked up on and I know not to do it again. I would never hurt you again, Carmen. How do you know ya boi is better?”

  “I have to go.” Carmen let go of Tameka’s hand and walked off.

  For the rest of the night she couldn’t shake Tameka’s words. How would she know if Nic was going to hurt her?

  “I’m so glad I decided to give you a chance.”

  There stood Misha, wearing a red corset and a black and red thong. She looked like she belonged in the Lady Marmalade video. She definitely had a better body than Mya, Christina or Pink.

  “You damn right, baby. Now come over here and get on top of me,” Cooley said as she lay back on the bed.

  Misha walked slowly to the bed and climbed on top of Cooley. The sound of Maxwell’s “Till the Cops Come Knocking” was coming out of the speakers. Misha grinded her hips on top of Cooley as she bent down and gave Cooley a passionate kiss.

  “This was the best idea I ever had. I don’t know why I made you wait in the first place.” She slowly started to unhook the buttons on her corset.

  Cooley became instantly aroused.

  Misha had her hand on the last button, teasing Cooley before unbuttoning it. “Close your eyes.”

  Cooley closed her eyes. She suddenly heard a knock on the door. “Who the fuck is it!” she yelled. She had no intentions of opening her eyes or the door.

  The knocks became louder.

  “I said, who is it?”

  “The muthafucking cops, nigga!”

  She opened her eyes to find herself surrounded by police.

  Cooley jumped up out her nightmare. She took a deep breath, relieved that it was just a dream.

  She suddenly heard a real knock on the door. She got up and headed to the door. She planned to curse whoever it was.

  “Somebody better be dead!” she yelled as she opened the door.

  “Sorry, no one is dead that I know of, but if you watch the ne
ws, I’m sure someone died today.”

  Cooley looked up to see Misha standing at her door.

  “Great. Now I am having one of those dreams inside another dream. Well, I’m going back to sleep to try to wake up.” She headed to close the door.

  Misha pinched her on her arm.

  “It’s not a dream, it’s me in the flesh.” Misha smiled.

  Cooley’s eyes widened when she realized it really wasn’t a dream.

  “So, um, to what do I owe this pleasure?” Cooley said as she opened the door to let Misha in. She quickly tried to straighten herself up.

  “Well, I just left the library and decided to come and see Carmen and Lena. You know we went to the Chi Theta meeting a while ago, I wondered if they heard anything.”

  “Naw, I don’t think so; Carmen would have told me.” Cooley sat on her bed.

  Misha looked around the room. She noticed a picture of Carmen, Cooley and Denise.

  “So, you all are really close, I see.”

  “Yeah, they’re my fam,” Cooley said.

  “That’s wonderful. My family is fucked up; hell, you met my sister. I don’t have friends like that.” Misha smirked.

  “Yeah, my dad raised me. He was an old-time pimp; I guess that’s where I get it from. I don’t think he was ever with the same girl for more than a few months. Hell, one of his girls was my first.”

  Cooley thought about her father. Beautiful women had always surrounded her as a child. When Cooley was sixteen, one of her father’s women came on to her. They began to have a relationship behind her father’s back.

  She remembered her father walking in on her giving his woman oral sex. He laughed and said, “Like father like daughter,” and walked out the room. They became even closer after that.

  Her father always told her that women come and go, but to never let them too far into your soul or they would squeeze the life out of you.

  Cooley never let a girl get too close to her after that. When her father passed, he left everything to her, which was enough to pay for school and enough to live without having to get a job while she was there.

  “Yeah, maybe that’s where you get it from,” Misha agreed. “So, you know you were highly recommended by Carmen and Lena. They told me I should take a chance on you.”

  “Well, what do you think?” Cooley said.

  “I think I loved all the flowers.”

  Cooley had started sending a bouquet of flowers to Misha every day after they met.

  “I also know that I have heard girls talk about Cooley losing her touch.”

  Cooley sighed. She hated thinking that her rep was being tainted, but she was willing to give it up for Misha.

  “Really? See, girl, I told you I’m changing. I haven’t been on a single date or had no pus—I mean, hooked up wit’ anyone since I met you.”

  “That’s interesting, very interesting.” Misha smiled. “Well, I guess I should be leaving now.”

  Cooley jumped up. “Leaving? Why?

  There’s no need for you to leave. Stay.”

  “No, I don’t think that’s a good idea. Tell Carmen I came by.” She headed to the door, and Cooley quickly jumped up and grabbed her arm.

  “Damn, girl. Why you gotta be so damn hard? I’m trying to step to ya for real and ya keep putting a nigga down. Damn, girl, give me a break and stop being so hard. Am I really that bad to you?” Cooley realized she was getting emotional, something she never did. She tried to hold it in.

  “Maybe you are, maybe you aren’t. I don’t know if that’s a risk I need to take right now.”

  “Well, I hope you make room in your dorm for more flowers, ’cause I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon, until you give me the chance I deserve.” Cooley looked Misha in her eyes, and for once she couldn’t read her to know what to do next.

  “Cooley, I admit I like you, but I don’t want to take a chance and get my heart broken.”

  “I’m taking a big-ass chance too, you know. I’m trying to be right, trying to be a good man, and that’s real different. Why can’t we take the chance together?” Misha looked at Cooley again. She realized just how serious Cooley was. Cooley couldn’t resist. She grabbed Misha and pulled her close, laying a passionate kiss on her.

  Misha felt her legs shaking. She had never experienced a kiss so intense.

  “I am going to give you a chance. I hope you don’t fuck it up,” Misha said as she recovered from the kiss she had just received.”

  “I don’t plan to.” Cooley scooped Misha in her arms and kissed her again. She didn’t plan on letting go anytime soon.

  Chapter 27

  Carmen stared at the door to the motel room. She didn’t know why she agreed to see Tameka again. Maybe it was the sadness in Tameka’s voice when she called. Tameka continued to call nonstop since they bumped into each other on campus. Carmen did a good job of ignoring her calls, but she couldn’t help but read the text messages and listen to the voice mails. So she found herself staring at a door from the past, the same room they used to get on weekends.

  “What the hell am I doing here?” Carmen said to herself as she turned around to leave.

  “I thought I heard someone out here,” Tameka said opening the door. “Glad you came.” Tameka smiled. She knew deep inside that Carmen wouldn’t disappoint her.

  “Yeah, I came. Now what’s up? I don’t have much time,” Carmen said, walking into the room. She made a vow to keep an attitude the whole time she was in the room.

  Tameka wrapped her arms around Carmen. “You lookin’ good, baby girl.”

  Carmen quickly moved. “Tameka, what do you want?”

  Tameka looked at Carmen, shocked by her attitude. “So you still trippin’ ’cause of ole gal, huh? That’s fucked up, C.”

  “Tameka, you called me here, so just tell me what the hell you want, ’cause I have to meet my ole gal in an hour.” Carmen said, proud of the way she was handling the situation.

  Tameka stood up and walked up on Carmen. “Bae, I can’t take this shit anymore. You got me all fucked up in the head. I can’t stop thinking about you. I dream about you at night, I think about you all day. I need you back, C. I can’t be without you. I know I fucked up big time, but please let me make it up to ya.”

  Tameka was so close, Carmen could smell the Jean Paul on her clothes. She felt her knees getting weak. “Tameka, I am in a relationship. I can’t go back to the past.”

  “C, please think about it. I know Rico, I mean, Nic, doesn’t have shit on me. I know you inside and out,” Tameka said rubbing her hands up Carmen’s spine, sending chills all through Carmen’s body. “She can’t do the things I can do and you know it. Are you sure you don’t want to give it another go?”

  Carmen took a deep breath. She could feel her panties getting moist. Tameka was too close, which caused Carmen to go weak in the knees. “Um, I am sure.”

  Tameka took her cue. She pulled Carmen close. “Don’t seem too sure to me.” Tameka put her hand on Carmen’s back and began to rub up and down. She brushed her hand against the back of Carmen’s neck. Carmen shivered as Tameka hit one of her hot spots.

  “I gotta go,” Carmen whispered, unable to use her full voice.

  “What if I can’t let go?”

  Tameka pulled Carmen completely close. She pressed her lips against Carmen’s. Her lips were still as soft as ever.

  Carmen wanted to resist but she couldn’t. She wrapped her arms around Tameka as their tongues caressed.

  Tameka pulled Carmen’s panties down from under her skirt. She felt Carmen’s wetness. “I knew you missed Papi.” Tameka smiled as she picked Carmen up and laid her on the bed. “You want it?”

  Carmen couldn’t speak. She shook her head, trying to resist temptation.

  Tameka let her tongue slither up Carmen’s right thigh. “Say you want it.”

  Carmen wanted to say no. She gathered up all of her might to form the words. “I want it.”

  Carmen moaned as Tameka’s tongue entered her wal
ls. Tameka worked her tongue on Carmen, trying to prove her point. She knew she was succeeding.

  Carmen closed her eyes and let Tameka work her magic. Carmen’s body responded, shivering from the hurting Tameka was giving her lips. The emotions were becoming too much.

  Carmen pushed her body away from Tameka, but Tameka quickly grabbed her around her thighs.

  “Don’t run. Take it.”

  Carmen obeyed the orders. She let go, giving her body freely to Tameka.

  Tameka worked her tongue in a steady rhythmic motion. She knew what spots to hit, just how to handle Carmen.

  Carmen’s body began to tremble more, releasing an orgasmic sensation. Her body went limp from the intense orgasm.

  Tameka raised her head and smirked. “I knew this was still my pussy.”

  Tameka’s words hit Carmen like a rock. Guilt immediately set in. She jumped up off the bed stumbling to grab clothing items. “What the fuck is wrong with me? This can never, will never happen again. Do not call me any more!” She ran out of the motel room before Tameka could respond.

  Carmen ran to her car with tears pouring down, wondering what she was going to tell Nic.

  Tameka turned the television on. “Yeah, okay, we will see.”

  Cooley prepared the room for a night of pure ecstasy. She planned on taking Misha to heaven and back. Tiny blue jars held tea lights, illuminating the room with a soft blue glow. A vase of orchids sat on the desk; they were Misha’s favorite. Cooley went to the farmers’ market and bought the ripest strawberries she could find. They sat surrounded by fresh pineapple pieces Cooley cut herself. Cooley turned on her special MP3 mix on her computer, complete with songs guaranteed to set the mood.

  “All right, playboy, time to do the damn thing,” Cooley said to herself while brushing her hair. She wanted to make sure her look matched the atmosphere of the room. Misha had her unlike any other woman. Cooley was used to women throwing their pussy at her, but Misha made her prove herself. Cooley was willing to wait, but tonight she didn’t want to hear no. That made her remember to put Avant’s “Don’t Say No” on the play list.

 

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