“Spoil sport,” she laughed, slowly unlocking her hands from mine. “It’s just me then,” she let the hostess know.
“She’s got good company, though,” I threw out.
“I can’t believe how amazing you are,” Kayla said a short while later.
“You’re pretty amazing yourself, Kayla.”
“You think?”
“I know. And I think this new opportunity that you’re taking is going to be just what you need. I’m pretty sure that you’re going to shine even brighter. And I’m glad that I could celebrate you.” She stared at me for what seemed like minutes on end, then flashed a bright smile. “What’s that big smile for?” I asked her.
“It’s for you. I think it’s the sweetest that you wanted to celebrate me. Didn’t know that’s what this dinner was about. Just thought maybe you didn’t think I could cook. And I’ll have you know, by the way, that I was planning to make your mouth water with something decadent. I cooks my ass off, sir.”
“I don’t doubt that for a split second,” I smiled.
“But then you go and tell me that all this was your way of celebrating me. You just get more phenomenal by the second. Thank you so much, Silas.”
I nodded. “It was my pleasure.”
“And so . . .” She paused. “So now, can it be my pleasure to celebrate you? At my place, in my new bed . . . that you bought?”
-12-
Kayla
All the way to my place, my womanhood was on one—throbbing! A violent, thunderous, throbbing sensation, that beat against me like I was already being penetrated. It was so intense that I almost brought out my entire freaky side and unzipped that jumpsuit and slipped out of it so Silas could at least feed me a few digits. On that ride home, he became the fix that I needed. Him rubbing my thigh as we talked made discipline difficult. The way Miss Kitty was purring, I didn’t know if I’d be able to walk straight once we got out of the car.
Inside the apartment, the lights were dim and it was cozy enough that we didn’t need heat. The way we stared at each other, it was clear that we were about to create our own fire up in that apartment. Silas stood at the door facing me, locking the door behind him. He walked over to me in the middle of the living room, and everything moved from there.
When he tilted my chin, there was no strength left in my body at all. The softness of his touch weakened me. When he wrapped me in his arms, I no longer needed to be strong. He had me. Just as he had had me in the days before this.
His mouth touched mine for the first time and the push of warm air that his soft lips brought with them, made me feel like I had missed out on the good life . . . all my life! His kiss was slow, meaningful, and passionate.
He released me in the middle of our kiss, and immediately moved to the next phase by unzipping me from my outfit. He peeled the jumper from my shoulders, sliding it down away from me, until he arrived at my hot spot.
“Shit, I like . . . this,” he whispered, while sliding a few digits inside of me.
“Mmmm . . .” I moaned. “Shit, I like it . . . too.”
His fingers slipping in and out of my wetness like a thief in the night felt amazing. The turn-on, was in the fact that he had nothing to get past except the romper. I had no idea that we would be in this position at the end of the night when I decided to go rogue underneath my one-piece outfit. It was the easiest access, ever.
Because I’m probably a part of a very small population of women who dresses her dildos with latex, I was fortunate enough to have plenty of protection. And thank god for that! I didn’t want to pause any of what we were doing to have to run out for condoms.
We played for a while before we segued to the main event. I tasted him, he tasted me and it made me even hungrier for him. I was beyond ready for him to take full advantage of me. But when the time finally came, I found myself thinking that either this man was extra well-endowed, or Miss Kitty was as tight as the pants that hugged these new rappers’ asses!
Silas had been knocking at my entrance for the past few minutes, and even though my willow wept, we were still trying to make it happen. When he brought his hand down to guide his blessing, the simple brush of his fingers against my labia sent chills through my body. Enough so that I opened up immediately, allowing him to slide in like there hadn’t just been a struggle to do so.
His muscle entered me and I claimed it immediately. There was no working up to anything. I wrapped my legs around him and locked him in! The strokes were phenomenal. He pulled out and then he drove back in and my pussy wrapped his dick up in lust every time. As wet as I was, she could stretch no more. He took up every inch of space inside my walls. Each moment brought joy with it.
Watching him over dinner . . . from his lips, to how his eyes danced when he spoke, to the back of him, when he excused himself for the men’s room . . . told me just what he would be about if he decided to take me to bed. And the man did not disappoint. Neither did the nice cuts in his biceps that I had finally gotten to feel in the flesh. He wasn’t too gentle, and he wasn’t too rough. He was just right.
For my part, I met him where he was. He fucked. I fucked. I brought my ass as high off that bed as I could without elevating and gave him the whole peach—nectar and all.
“Ohhh shit, Silas. Ohhh shit . . .” I moaned, feeling my orgasm coming in for a landing. It was a slow travel that was taking its sweet time getting all the way up, but it was right there. “Ohhh . . . damn, you feel sooo . . . good!”
“Come on,” he urged, his eyes bearing down into mine. “Give it to me. Give it to me . . .”
“I . . . it’s . . . cummmin . . . ohhh! Mmm! Sil . . . as!”
When my orgasm hit, that was when my ass crashed back down to the sheets. That was where I mumbled out his name in tongues, and that was where I was unable to control the twitching that overtook my entire body. It was full-body. I felt it everywhere.
“You good?” Silas whispered in the middle of my sex seizure.
“Oh, I’m so good,” I told him. “It’s been a long time, and you just . . .” I couldn’t even focus because even though he had brought me to climax, he was still soft-humping me. “Ohhh my god, you gotta . . . stop.”
“You really want me to stop?” he asked, still not easing up.
He was nowhere near done with me, it seemed. He hadn’t left his rock-hard state yet. Was it the Hennessy? Was it me? Or did he just have stamina like that? Whatever the case, I fell back in line with him. Never had I ever been able to continue going right after a big orgasm. Not ever. I usually had to take a minute to . . .
“Ohhh shiiit! Silasss! Ohhh!” I screamed out when the second wave of pleasure swam through my body. “Ohhh!”
My entire lower body shook with chills. I couldn’t stop shaking. In the middle of my loss of control, Silas’s strokes came longer, harder, and then he joined me with a massive release of his own.
My head was so heavy when the morning came shining through my room. I had been wanting to get some room-darkening shutters, and as soon as I got a few paychecks in, they would be getting ordered and installed. I couldn’t with the sun waking me up before I was ready. I felt guilty because if Silas wasn’t already awake, he would be soon with the way that light was bouncing off the cream-colored walls. I was asleep on my stomach and trying my best to stir lightly as to not disturb him. I had yet to see what time it was, but I never slept past 7, so I was sure it was somewhere near that.
I lifted my head from the pillow and turned to look at my new lover, only to find his pillow empty. I shot upright. I did it so fast, that my head started to spin. My first thought was that he was in the bathroom. There weren’t too many other places within the 1,200 square foot space he could go. I listened for noise from the bathroom or the living room, but heard nothing. Then after looking around my room, I saw no sign of the clothes that he wore from last night. I was going to call out his name, but I knew that would have been for nothing. He was gone.
I fell back down onto my p
illow and stared up at the ceiling. Moments later, I got up to go into the living room to make sure that the doors were at least locked, and they were. I turned the top lock while I was there since he was unable to do that. Instinctively, I looked around for a note or anything. There was nothing. I checked my cell phone to see if maybe there was a text message. There was nothing. The biggest shock came when I looked at the screen of my phone and saw that it said 10:15AM! Never had I ever slept that long! Not even with a hangover. Not even after a late-ass night.
The man had put it on me. Brought me out of a drought and fully hydrated my whole life! And now he was gone.
Although I was confused as hell by his unspoken departure, I didn’t allow myself to trip too hard because at the end of the day, he and I were consenting adults. If we went out for dinner and ended up in bed, it just was what it was. And honestly, if it happened again and again, I wouldn’t be opposed.
Back in my room, I folded up my comforter and sat it at the edge of my bed while I removed the sheets and pillowcases. As good as the sex was, I wasn’t about to sleep in it. To me that was gross and something I’d never done. Have sex on the sheets, the sheets need to be washed. Once they were in the washer, I set about redressing the bed with a different set of linen.
After all that was done, I hopped into the shower and turned the water up as hot as I could stand it. I said a heartfelt prayer to God and the universe thanking them for everything that had come to my life over the past few days. It was nothing short of a miracle.
As soon as I was out of the shower, and before I even tended to my wet hair, I did what I forgot to do days earlier—flushed all my hydrocodone pills, down the toilet. I stood there and watched them all disappear, even flushing twice. I was done feeling sorry for myself. I was done putting myself at risk. There was too much to live for. And I knew my brother would want me to live life to its absolute fullest.
Living life to the fullest wasn’t supposed to include spending Christmas alone. But with the holiday being just four days away, it didn’t take a crystal ball, to tell me that was exactly how it was going to be. But I vowed that this would be the last year for that. I vowed that I would be better about forming healthy relationships with people so that I wouldn’t have so many solo moments.
I was looking forward to the new.
-13-
Silas
Steve’s irritation came across real clear when he asked me, “Dude, what’s up wit’ you? You know that shit was foul the other night.”
“It was foul. Don’t do the shit again.”
“Wait, so you sayin’ what I did was foul and not shit about what you did? Had me sittin’ there with those females lookin’ stupid, and shit. The fuck was that?!”
“I swear for a fuckin’ corporate lawyer, you act like you’re kinda slow sometimes. I told you not to do that shit again. I don’t need another muthafucka to choose for me. I don’t give a fuck who it is.”
“All I’m sayin’ is that you could’ve said something. Gave me a heads up, or some shit.”
“You coulda done the same shit, man. You straight up had me walking into a damn trap. I’m not goin’ back and forth with you about this dumb shit. I stated my case on this too many times already. Do that shit again and look stupid again. Up to you.”
“Nah, I wasn’t lookin’ stupid. I did both of those broads. So I just got double the pussy. I was good!”
“Cool, so then stop stressin’ me like some chick about it.”
“Alright, bet. So what am I here for?” he asked me.
We’d been at Kona Grill’s bar for the past hour. I was just deciding whether or not to tell him what I had to tell him. I already knew that he was going to come out of his mouth with something I didn’t appreciate and then we’d be into it, and I’d regret reaching out to him in the first place. Truth of the matter is, Steve was my boy and had been for over twenty years. Not just that, he was familiar with the situation. I needed to tell somebody that knew, so that I could know my next move.
“Remember that situation that happened back in 2006?”
I gulped down a double shot of Scotch and waited for Steve to respond. When it took him a minute, I signaled the bartender for more of the same. I needed to numb.
“2006? That’s twelve years ago, man. You need to be more specific. In 2006 . . . shit. Umm, we were 32 and 33 years old back then. What am I supposed to be remembering?”
“Just think about it, Steve. 2006.”
“Ohhh shit, that! Yeah. Damn. Why you bringing that up? And please tell me that’s not why we’re here.”
“I’m bringing it up because it’s been on my mind—thick!”
“Why, though? Shit is old, man.”
“So what. Some shit just sticks with you. You know how that shit fucked with me.”
“Yeah, Si, I know that. But it’s twelve years. It’s time to let that go.”
I flashed back on making love with Kayla, and how good it felt. How good it felt being with her.
“I can’t. I met this woman. And she . . .”
“I’m listening,” Steve shot when I went silent on him. “You met this woman . . . and what?”
“I was drawn to her for some reason. She’s good people and I like her.”
“Okay . . .”
“The other night I realized something . . .”
Steve leaned in close. “Come on now, Si. Stop stallin’, man. Realized what?”
“I know it’s her.”
“Her who?”
“I think she’s his sister, Steve.”
“The guy on the motorcycle?”
“Who else?! What have we been talkin’ about?!” I yelled at him. Not on purpose it just came out. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to yell.”
“Mannn, you are buggin’.” Steve leaned back, his brow furrowing. He let out a sigh. “How do you know that?”
“It’s her, dude. I just have a feeling.”
“Ohh, so you just have a feeling? Okay.” Steve picked up his Ciroc and took down a few gulps. “Let’s say she is. What does that have to do with you?”
“A lot. If it’s her, I have to tell her.”
“You don’t have to tell her shit, man. What happened, happened.”
The daggered look that I shot my best friend surprised me. I wanted to snatch him from the comfort of that stool and beat his ass. His response was heartless. It pissed me off. And when I realized just how mad I was, it dawned on me that it was better for me to walk the fuck away. I got up from my seat and sat $40 on top of the bar and pushed it toward the bartender.
“Where you goin’?” Steve asked, when he figured out that I was taking off.
“I’m out. I got a lot of shit to do before tonight.”
“But you mad, though.”
“It’s cool. I’ll see you later,” I said to him, as I walked out.
-14-
Kayla
“Kayla, my favorite customer. It’s so good to see you again,” James, my salesman at RC Willey, expressed when I walked up to him.
“How’s it going, James? Ready for Christmas?” I asked him. “You’re like my drug pusher or something,” I kidded. “The one always right there with the goods.”
“Exactly! I got what ya need, girl. And it’s all good product too!”
“Silly!” I laughed.
“I’m glad you called to let me know you were coming in today, because I’m only here for half the day.”
“Good for you. Plans with the fam?”
James rolled his eyes. “Yep. I only have to put up a front for about two hours, though.”
“A front?!” I laughed, plopping down onto a very comfortable mustard-colored sectional. “You men, I swear.”
James started belly-laughing, and shaking his head. “I don’t feel guilty at all! If you knew my wife’s family, you would be doing an early countdown too.”
“Ohh, one of those types of situations.”
“And then some. She’s got two aunts that show up every year
for no other reason than to rehash old beef. Twice it’s led to physical altercations that I refuse to get in the middle of. The only white guy in the room getting in between a chick fight. Not happening.”
“Stop! You’re cracking me up, James!”
“No kidding. I’m tense the whole time we’re there. And let’s not forget last year when her sister asked her in my face, and I quote . . . ‘So, you couldn’t find a dick in any other color but pink?’”
“That did noooot happen, James! That did not happen!”
“Here’s my hand to God,” he said, raising his right hand above his head.
“What did your wife say to that?! Never mind. I don’t even wanna know!”
“You really don’t,” James said, laughing out loud. “She’s a handful and minces no words. A true fireball.”
“Well, at least she had your back. I’m assuming with her being a fireball and all, that’s what happened.”
“It is what happened. So, we’ll be going there for however long we can stand it, and then heading over to Silas’s for his annual Christmas Eve throwdown.”
The words hit me hard. Felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. I still hadn’t spoken to Silas. A few times I picked up the phone to call him, but then quickly decided against it. He hadn’t called me and I didn’t want to seem like the woman chasing him because he put it down so good in the bed. Nope. I’d learned my lesson with chasing men that didn’t want to be caught.
I did have bouts of confusion, though. But that was only because I’m human. He showered me with attention and care, and then sexed me down with the same care and attention. So, to leave my space without so much as a word, slightly bruised a girl’s ego.
I just kept telling myself that we were consenting adults, answering the call of passion. It was a call that did not need to go to voicemail! I needed it like I needed water. And he watered that bud so efficiently, that if need be, I was okay with just the memories.
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