Unwrapping Jordan

by Tiana Laveen

  They cursed and moaned, and he kept right on going as he felt her wetness christening him. A trickle became a flood. As he slapped into her ass with each dick dive, he relished the sensation of the sticky moisture from her pussy all over his groin, wetness in his pubic hair, their bodies practically cemented together from sweat and the fucking of a lifetime. She made him a beautiful mess – her desire for him evident in every droplet her pussy cried in his favor. The loud popping noise of his body banging into hers was like some audible aphrodisiac, sending them both to a time and place of no return. She tried to keep her balance as he turned her body into a pleasure machine. He slowed, just enough to hear those words… those wretched curses. He placed her on her feet.

  “What are you doing, Jordan?! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” She pleaded, begged, needing the delightful abuse and love that only he could supply. Their history was too rich, too strong, too painful and distressed over time. It was too colorful with memories not yet made, and too complex for anyone but them to fully understand. He gained momentum once again, making her edge to the brink of explosion, until she clung to the high-pitched screams of a frenzied, jerky orgasm. He held her by her waist as she writhed about before him, barely keeping her feet on the floor. Hair tumbled out of the updo she’d attempted before he ravished her. Legs quaking, her body threatened to give out. He showed her no mercy when he returned the vise grip on her waist and drove his dick inside her with arduous, brutal thrusts.

  “Ahhh!” Sounds scratched against his throat as he bellowed, his own voice foreign to his ears. Her body had made him a slave to his own. His need for her was that of a dope fiend. Reminiscences of days gone by, addictive, the touch of a true first love. “I love you! I love you so much, baby!”

  He came in hard waves, flooding her vessel as his body violently and instinctively propelled forth. Muscles burned and stiffened, sweat poured down his face, and his body wracked with tremors, aftershocks of a love so good, it sent him into uncontrollable spasms. When he could finally manage, he gathered her in his arms, and they got beneath the sheets. Egypt reached for a remote and turned on an electric fireplace in the room. The blaze set her face aglow…

  “I didn’t think you could get any prettier.” He kissed her cheek, her chin, then her neck. She played with his hair as he peeled the covers away from her breasts, revealing the soft globes for his oral pleasure. Cooing and moaning, he sucked them with need, then pulled her to him. He reluctantly let her nipple slip out of his mouth, then he looked down at her, and she up at him.

  “I remember the first time I kissed you.” He stared into her eyes, at her mouth, then back into her eyes. She swallowed as she gripped the sheet, then released her hold and rested one arm along his shoulder. “We were walking to school, like we always did. You were talking about how your parents were arguing again – this time, over the bills. They were staying with your grandparents, while you stayed with your cousin. And you told me, the one good thing was that you didn’t have to hear them fight anymore. Even though you were lonely, you said it far outweighed the alternative.

  “I replied that in my ideal world, you could just live with me. You could pack your bags and come on to my place. Sleep in my room. In my bed. Right next to me. And then, I did it. I looked at you, just how I’m lookin’ at you now, into those beautiful, dark brown eyes of yours, and pressed my lips against yours… just like this.” He cocked his head to the side and leaned down… and his lips met hers…

  This time would not be the last. It was merely the beginning of more to come.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  A White Christmas

  “That one was your cousin’s, Jordan. You two were kids then.” Ma smiled as she pointed to an ornament that swung from his fingertips.

  “Which cousin? I’ve got like five million of ’em.” ‘Run Rudolph Run,’ by Chuck Berry played on Ma’s old radio.

  “Maria. You know! Your Aunt Denise and Uncle Andrew’s daughter.” Jordan hadn’t seen them since he was in high school. “She had it when she was in elementary school, but gave it to us when she was in the eighth grade, right before she moved to Philadelphia since Jenn had always liked it so much. I think Maria lives in Oregon now. She does some human rights stuff there. Denise said she’s totally changed. Cut all of her hair off—she had gorgeous hair. She works on a lot of political stuff, too. Rallies, women’s rights, etcetera.” Her name was written in faded pencil on the ornament. “Cute, isn’t it? It’s old, so maybe you can’t tell anymore, but it’s a snowflake.”

  “A snowflake?” He wasn’t certain what the hell it was. It kind of reminded him of a white butt plug.

  “We’d hang it all the time. I’m surprised you don’t remember. Your father hated it.” Ma rounded the couch and pulled out a couple of rolls of wrapping paper then leaned against the arm.

  “Why? Because Maria is a liberal and Dad didn’t like Democrats?” Jenn teased with a chuckle, forcing them all to laugh.

  “Snowflake jokes.” Ma rolled her eyes, her eyes dancing.

  Jordan hung another ornament on the massive fresh pine tree, a great one he’d picked out himself for her, as a surprise. Ma always had artificial trees, so it was time for a change. He’d tied it to the top of his car and driven it over.

  “Guess Dad wouldn’t have liked me right about now then, either.”

  “Now why would you go ’nd say somethin’ like that, Jordan?” She hit his arm, put her hand on her hip and glared at him.

  “Ma, give it a rest.” He placed another decoration on a branch, this one a little green and gold sleigh. “I’m not gonna tap-dance or pussyfoot around it. Dad was bigoted. Let’s not make it seem like he was some ‘Love thy Neighbor’ type of fellow. He was who he was. Take it or leave it.”

  Ma huffed, but knew better than to say anything. Jenn picked up a plain gold bulb and checked out her shiny reflection in its surface.

  “Jordan, be nice, all right? It’s almost Christmas.”

  “This is me bein’ nice. I’m just done with the pretending. I didn’t say he wasn’t a good person. I’m sayin’ he wasn’t perfect, and he did and said some things he shouldn’t have. I didn’t like it then, and now that he’s gone, it doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten about it.”

  “Well, ya should. Have some respect for him. He’s gone. He can’t defend himself.”

  “What the hell is there to defend?” He raised his arms. “He said racist shit!”

  “Jordan.” Jennifer’s face turned red, and she shot their mother a look from over her shoulder.

  Ma pretended to be busy cleaning up some items off the table.

  “It’s not about badmouthing his memory, I’m just saying. On one hand, he was the best guy you could ever meet. On the other, he was a walking contradiction. That’s probably why Uncle Nico and he didn’t get along. Nico was the only one not afraid of Dad, his own brother-in-law. He’d call ’im out on his shit. Anyway, Ma, you know I loved Dad. I miss tha hell outta him. Warts ’nd all.”

  “I know you love your father, Jordan.” Ma yawned and tossed a fractured ornament in the trashcan. “Hey, isn’t it strange how ya haven’t brought up your friends? Jordan, why haven’t we seen Mike? Jamie? Liam? Giovanni? None of ya friends have been around since you’ve gotten back in town, unless you met them someplace else and I don’t know about it.”

  “Nah, I would’ve probably mentioned it to ya.”

  “Then what gives? What’s going on?” She dragged another box of ornament hooks out of the hall closet and made quick work of placing some on decked out decorations that had lost their hangers along the way.

  “I haven’t called any of them. Doubt they know I’m in town. Are you hanging a star or that angel this year at the top of the tree?”

  “Haven’t called them? What the hell is wrong with you?” Ma glared at him as if he’d told her he wanted to jump off a cliff with no parachute.

  “Ma, what kinda guy do I look like, barely keeping in contact all of these years, then as soon as I�
��m here, I’m like, ‘Oh, hey, Mike! It’s me, Jordan. I didn’t show that I gave a fuck about ya while I’ve been livin’ the highlife in L.A., but hell, maybe you can forget about that because I wanna go out tonight to the Banshee. Come along, old best friend. Drinks on me.’” Out of the corner of his eye he could see Jenn and his mother shoot each other a glance.

  “So, you agree with your grandfather now, after all, huh? That ya turned ya back on everyone.” He hung another ornament, opting not to reply. “I know you hear me, Jordan. And what’s this shit I hear about you starring as lead man in some shit show at your pal’s wedding? Did he really sleep with Heidi?”

  “Yes.”

  “Jesus!” Ma slapped her head and walked out of the living room into the kitchen. She had liked Heidi. She’d spoken to her countless times over the years, even talked to her on FaceTime. She had wanted them to get married. When they broke up, he simply told his mother that they’d grown apart. He knew deep down she was still holding out hope that they’d reconnect. “That conniving little slut!” Ma yelled, causing Jenn to snicker.

  “Here, Jordan, hang this one up, too. Way up there.” Jenn pointed to one of the highest branches. It was a little white dove made of feathers. Ma returned, now with a glass of eggnog. Probably spiked.

  “Who in their right mind would fuck around on my Jordan?!” Jenn rolled her eyes, just like she would when they were kids. “You’re good looking thanks to me and your father, have a great job, you’re smart and still say your prayers! The fact that she could look me in the eye on that phone, knowin’ she was doing something like that, blows my mind!”

  “I don’t think it was happening then. It happened a while back. I just waited to let everyone else know that I knew.”

  “How do you know that was the only time?” Jenn asked, her eyes narrowed upon him as she held up another ornament—a red and silver one with little glittery bells all around it.

  “I don’t.” He took a tiny blue drum and hung it up.

  “You didn’t love her anyway.” Jenn sucked her teeth and rummaged through the box. They both paused and stared at her. Jordan mulled over her words.

  “What an inconsiderate cheap shot, Jenn! You two are really horrendous tonight. Geez! God knows your father and I did the best we could with you two. If Jordan wasn’t a spittin’ image of his father, I’d swear they switched my baby at the hospital and Jenn, you look just like your grandmother, so I can’t accuse you of that, either. I swear it’s like you two raised yourselves. You both are like feral wolves. I should call animal control.”

  “Wolves? Like the kind in the Twilight movies? I hope so. Vampires are kinda sexy. Wouldn’t mind bein’ friends with a few,” Jenn taunted.

  They both burst out laughing at Ma’s expense, making their mother all the angrier.

  “What tha hell is wrong with you both? Jordan here refuses to settle down.” She pointed at him, and he turned away to hang more ornaments. “He treats his body like a piece of furniture from one of those rent-to-own places.”

  “Now, how would you know that, Ma? We never see him, remember? And he was with Heidi. Jordan is a Masshole, definitely, but a cheater? Nah.”

  “So now you’re your brother’s attorney after talkin’ shit about him all day, huh?” Jenn shrugged. He laughed. “He practically disowned us, Jenn, his own family, and plots revenge I see, like his Uncle Nico, who by the way was not guilty of that weapons charge back in ’87 that the Feds tried to pin on him.”

  “Rest in peace, Uncle Nico!” Jenn yelled as she sashayed her hips back and forth to the tune of ‘Jingle Bell Rock.’ Their Uncle Nico had been murdered. No one knew exactly who’d done it, but there were speculations. Uncle Nico had lived a fast, ruthless life, so no one was surprised when he’d met his doom. Still, his sudden death had hurt like hell. “Leave Jordan alone, Ma. This is probably why he doesn’t visit us. You jump on his case.”

  “Fine. Let’s take a look at you, then!” Jenn rolled her eyes. “My one and only daughter. Jenn here, treats marriage like a revolving door at a department store.”

  “Well, that’s better than a furniture rental center.”

  The siblings fell into a fit of laughter once again, causing their mother to spin into a frenzy of curse words.

  “I’m not finished, ya two clowns. Jenn still wants to be a rock band groupie and have my granddaughter in those crazy pageants for cash prizes! You two are outta control.”

  “And you love us all the same. Just like we love you. How-woooool!” Jenn tooted her mouth towards the ceiling and howled.

  It felt good to be home. Just like when he and Jenn were kids, torturing one another and trying to land each other in a whole heap of trouble. Ma fought a smile and lost. He glanced at his watch then grabbed a clear round ornament filled with tiny white flakes and a miniature Victorian house, like a snow globe.

  “That’s the second time you’ve looked at that fancy watch of yours,” Ma stated as she wrapped an apron around her waist. “Got some place to go?”

  He looked at her, then back at Jenn who was now digging through her purse which sat on a chair, searching for only God knew what.

  “Hey, I guess this is as good a time as any.” He picked a few pieces of silver and gold tinsel off his fingers and flung them onto the floor. “I want to tell you both something.”

  “Yeah? What is it?” Jenn grabbed her cellphone and placed it on top of her purse.

  “I’m seein’ somebody.”

  “Ya seein’ somebody? Like dating?” Jenn questioned, her brow raised.

  “No, I mean seein’ them like I’m a fuckin’ peeping Tom. Seein’ them through the windows late at night. Of course I’m talkin’ about dating! What other kind of seeing is there?!”

  “All right, all right! You two cut it out,” Ma warned. “Dating someone, huh? So soon?”

  “Heidi and I have been over for a long time. I told ya that. It’s just the whole wedding incident is what’s recent.”

  His mother nodded in understanding and crossed her arms. It was the strangest and funniest thing. Jenn drew closer to her, and they stood almost shoulder to shoulder now, arms crossed, ogling him with exaggerated attitude. They reminded him of Charlie’s Angels putting up with no shit from nobody, minus one.

  “Well, I’d like to meet her, but a trip to L.A. takes planning. Every time we’d try to fly out to see ya, you always were too busy and the two times we did end up coming that way, we ended up sightseeing on our own.” Ma snarled, rolling her eyes.

  “She’s not in California. She’s right here. Dorchester.”

  “Dorchester? Ya met someone that soon? You’ve only been here for—”

  “No, no… I’ve known her since my senior year of high school.”

  “Oh. Oh my God!” Ma started to jump up and down, waving her finger. “It’s that one girl, Cassy, isn’t it?! She was adorable! Ya know I ran into her father at the—”

  “No, Ma. Not Cassy. Her name is Egypt. She lived up the street from me for a little while.” He hitched his thumb in that direction.

  “Egypt? I don’t remember an Egypt. What’s her mother’s name?”

  Jennifer’s arms dropped to her sides, and a strange smile crept across her face.

  “Ma, it’s not that kinda party…”

  “Huh?”

  “Jordan here is talking about the fat Black girl who lived up the way.”

  He stared at his sister, shot his mother a look, then turned back to Jenn.

  “Don’t say that about her.” Jordan warned.

  “Say what about her? What was wrong with what I said?”

  “Ya know what the fuck you said that was wrong. I don’t have to break it down for ya.”

  “I described her! Big deal!” She threw up her hands. “Was she not Black? Was she not fat? Did she not live up tha fuckin’ street?”

  “Jennifer, stop it!” Ma yelled.

  “Are you not a fuckin’ idiot? Are you not a pain the ass? Are you not over here all the fuckin�
� time instead of home with your eighteenth husband and—”

  “Jordan, cut it out. God!” Ma took a deep breath. “Jordan, is that the same person? The girl ya sister thinks it is?”

  “Yeah, it is.”

  Jenn burst out laughing and shook her head.

  “What’s so damn funny?”

  “I knew it!” She laughed all the harder now. “I knew you had a thing for her. I would see ya standin’ outside sometimes, looking around, like you were waiting for someone. Dad would tell ya to get a move on, and you’d move like a snail. Then this girl would come walkin’, a bit faster once she saw ya, and off you two would go.”

  He didn’t know whether to be impressed or choke her.

  “And for your information, Jordan, I didn’t see anything wrong with her. Yeah, she was fat. So what? That doesn’t determine who ya click with. It was clear to me you two liked each other. I only saw her a few times, but that was enough to tell somethin’ was going on.”

  Ma excused herself once again as ‘It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year,’ by Andy Williams, started to play. She returned with a glass of wine and a cigarette in hand. It appeared the eggnog couldn’t handle the job.

  “Bring ’er to me.”

  He burst out laughing.

  “What do ya mean, ‘bring ’er to me’? Like you’re Jabba the Hut askin’ for Princess Leia.”

  Jennifer snickered.

  “I’ve been drinking tonight. A little tipsy,” Jenn offered. That explained everything. Jenn was behaving in a rather childish manner, more so than usual. “Sorry, go right ahead.”

  “I’ll be happy to introduce you, Ma. She’s important to me.”

  “Well.” Ma took a sip of wine. “Then she’s important to us, too. You’ve known her a long time. Have you two kept in touch all of this time?”

  “I have, and no, we haven’t. I’m getting reacquainted with her right now. A lot has changed over the years, but strangely enough, the connection we had is stronger than ever. As if it had never been broken.” His mother and sister were just standing there, like statues. “She’s good people. She’s right for me.”