by Lolah Lace
I propped the phone up by the alarm clock on the nightstand. I could look at it and still see her. I unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off.
“Let me see your sexy body.” She asked and I was more than happy to accommodate her demands.
I bent so she could see my abs and chest. “I wish you were here.”
“Oh Noah, you’re going to get tired of me and send me packing.”
“I would never do that.”
“Yeah right Hart-Breaker.” She giggled.
“Okay fine, use Hart puns on me.” I unbuttoned my pants. “No-Hart, Hart-Less. What about Hart-Smart? I’m smart enough to know when I found someone good and you’re good for me.”
“You think so?” She smiled.
“My shooting percentage is up.”
“That’s all I’m good for.” She joked.
“I care about you. You feel the same way, don’t you?” I rid myself of my pants and underwear.
“Yes, I care about you. I just want you back safe and sound.”
Her words made me smile inside and out. “I wish I was in bed with you right now. What are you wearing?”
“A tank and boy shorts.”
“Let me see.” I watched as her body appeared on my cell screen. “Hey let me see more ass.” She complied with my wishes. “Let me see your tits.” She pulled her tank down under her chest. “Suck the one I like.”
“Which one is that?”
“The one with the little mole on top. Put it in your mouth. Suck that one.” I leaned back in bed completely nude. I held the phone with one hand and stroked my dick with the other. I used slow motions, nothing too vigorous. I wanted to savor this moment.
I watched Serena suck her own tit into her mouth. Her full lips suckled on her nipple. I observed her nib being vacuumed into her moist mouth. My dick was excited with this bird’s-eye view. I could see her jaws sink in and out as she lapped at her nipple. Her teeth bit at her rigid peak. I gripped my dick harder and rubbed it faster.
“Do that shit. Suck it baby.”
She moved the camera phone down to her perfect snatch. She pushed the fabric of the crotch aside and her fat shaved pussy spilled out. Her hot box was wet for me. I rubbed pre-cum from my dick’s bulbous head down my shaft.
Excitement hit me hard. I was aware that I was going to cum like this, just like this. I never FaceTime fucked before. I never had any form of phone sex before. It seemed stupid until now. Serena opened her legs and pointed the cell camera into her gushing hole.
“You are the best,” I mumbled as I zeroed in on my exclusive peepshow.
Serena pushed a single finger inside her private spot and withdrew it. The sexiest cream-covered finger flashed on the screen. She held the camera directly in between her legs and let me watch her open and close her pussy hole. I had never seen anything like it before.
I was beating my dick so hard and fast my cell phone shook in my hand. I was enthralled and staring into my screen. She was pushing her own juice out her pussy. I watched it leak down the crack of her ass.
My body crumpled forward. I dropped my phone but wasn’t able to control the cum the squirted from my dick and landed all over the sheet. I’m never going to forget this. Serena is trouble. I like trouble. What we’re doing is a bad accident waiting to happen.
I woke the next morning with my hand wrapped around my dick. I remembered the hot time I had with my hand and a cell phone. The alarm from my phone screamed on full blast. The cell was somewhere in the bed with me. I released my dick to search for it. I patted the sheet and skimmed my palm over the flat surface. I disarmed the alarm and crawled out of bed. I had to hit the shower. I was still very tired but I was sure the shower water would wake me up.
***
The team was shuttled to the airport. We boarded a private jet. We had to head back to Chicago. I was always seated next to Dee. I was tired, exhausted really. I was up all night on the phone with Serena. I thought it would be hard to be around Dee but it was actually getting easier. He still felt like my brother. We still shot the shit. We still confided in each other.
I just couldn’t share that one part of my life with him. The part that would end our friendship and cripple the team in ways I refuse to imagine, the part that could possibly put me six feet under. I wanted to sleep on the plane. I wanted to tune out the world but Dee probably wouldn’t let me. The plane took off within minutes of us arriving at the airport.
I reclined back in my seat. Dee was on his laptop. Maybe he would just let me rest.
Dee patted my chest. “Hey man, I saw the way Shelley was looking at you.”
“Oh you saw that.”
“Yeah she was all over you.”
“I still got it bro.”
“You hit that ass again right?”
“No Dee, that girl is poison.”
“They all are poison. My side-hoe, my other side-hoe, my babies mothers and my ball and chain. All poison.”
“Your wife, really Dee, she makes the list?” I was talking too much.
“She’s sneaky. I don’t trust her.”
“Why?” Curiosity had me strolling down a dark path.
“Now check it, I did trust her years ago. But I’ve done so many things to her that I know one day she’s going to give me more than just this permanent scar above my eye.” Dee was pointing at something above his brow.
“What are you talking about?” I searched his face but couldn’t really see anything.
“I never told you that story?”
“What story?”
“The story of how I got this scar above my damn eye.” He glanced over at me with his serious face. “Serena’s extra ass found text messages and naked pictures of some hoe in my phone.”
“Was she really a hoe? Or are you calling her a hoe because you call every woman a hoe?”
“Nah man, she was a total hoe. Well, she was a stripper from Cali with hoe-like tendencies.”
“Oh okay, a respectable businesswoman.”
He chuckled at the distinction. “My wife is no angel. She found that hoes pictures and snapped. I pushed her man. I small push. I didn’t even hit her. It was a fuckin’ playground shove. She hauled off and hit me in the head with a frying pan. Noah, I swear fo’ God I saw stars. The kind in the damn cartoons. She hit me hard. I had a damn concussion. I had to get five stitches. The pan was made out of Teflon. If it would have been a cast iron skillet I could’ve been brain dead. I ain’t never put my hands on her again. I was scared to sleep in the same bed with her evil ass.”
“Well you kind of deserved it.”
“Yeah, but that’s not the point. All that fighting and arguing is over. Now we just ignore each other.”
“You ever thought about divorcing her?”
“I thought about it but she’s mine. First, I got papers on her ass. Second, I know she’s faithful. Third, I was her first. I could have been her only but I fucked up in high school and some punk ass bitch got a taste. No one is going to find a woman that has only been with two guys. Well you could, but I’m not a damn child molester. I got kids. That shit is gross. I don’t care how much tits and ass a teenage girl got. That shit is gross. I need my pussy to be twenty-one and up.”
“What about that eighteen-year-old Dominican girl?” I was fucking with Dee.
“Bro’h, my daughter is eighteen. She was twenty-two.” I started laughing. “You fuckin’ with me.”
“Yeah I’m fucking with you. I guess all the other ladies have to stand in line. You’re not divorcing her so you’re happy with your wife.”
“Nah, I’m miserable with her old ass. Don’t nobody want her. Anyway, she’s mine.”
“Possession is nine-tenths of the law.”
“Whatever bro’h. Serena is a professional head doctor. I may get blowed on my birthday and Christmas or some shit like that. That’s enough to keep her around.”
Professional head doctor, yes she is. “Do you really love her?”
“Of course I do. She’s the mother
of my children. You need to get you a wife.”
“It’s not that easy.”
“Implant your white-privileged seed in Shelley. Have a beautiful model baby. You got more money than Martin Vega.”
“She will never get my seed.”
“Why No-Hart?”
“She is not my queen.”
“Look bro’h, we are the kings and everybody else is a damn peasant. You better come up with a better excuse than that.”
“I wasn’t feeling her. She’s with Martin Vega and I wish her the best.”
“If I was you, I would have hit that natural blonde box and videotaped it.”
“Why?”
“If that pussy ass actor ever looked at you funny you could release that tape and end his no talent ass. That little dick motherfucka would kill himself if he saw you banging his girl. He’s not that funny.”
“Man you smoking that wacky-cracky. Stop hating on him. That motherfucker is funny as hell.”
“He is.” Dee laughed and I joined in.
“I think you need to get off his dick.” I wanted to change the subject.
“Hey look. I got something on my mind.”
“What’s up?” I waited to hear another one of Dee’s exuberant stories.
“Let me run this by you and get your honest opinion.”
“Okay.”
“Serena…”
Shit, we’re back to Serena.
CHAPTER 11
I stepped off the private jet with newly acquired information. Knowledge I’m not sure I should have. Dee scared the shit out of me with his news. I tried to keep my face together as he shared his marital woes. I felt a wealth of guilt while we were up in the air. Dee was my guy. I loved this man. I would give him my kidney. I really would. No questions asked.
I can’t continue to sleep with his wife. It’s unconscionable. I’m not this guy. I’m not this man. I’m not the villain but I’m so far removed from the hero. There is going to come a day when I barely recognize myself.
I took a limousine back to my house from the airport. The driver dropped me at the gate and I walked up the long path to my house. My knees were on fire. It was a delayed reaction to the rough game I had in Vegas. I played hard instead of smart. The alcohol I had at Club Vive La numbed the pain of my knees but today it was catching up to me.
I walked inside my foyer and I saw Serena’s jacket draped over the bottom of the staircase banister. I was instantly excited. My entire body lit up. My loins pitched a tent just because of sheer anticipation. I took her little designer jacket and brought it to my nose to smell her scent. Sure that was a little serial killer strange but I really have a hunger for Serena. I desired her touch, her scent, her smile, her body, her voice, just her general presence altogether.
Knowing she’s near made me a liar. I was thinking about my unforgiveable betrayal of my friend just a moment ago. Now it’s a distant memory. I will repent later, but now I will enjoy the time I have with her. I will relish the taste of her pussy and hold her naked body on constant loop in my brain.
I put her jacket back on the banister. Slowly I made my way up the stairs. I entered my bedroom. Serena was watching TV.
“I saw you pull up. Is this okay?”
“What?” I tossed my duffel bag on the floor.
“Me being here.”
“You know that you are always welcome here. You can hide out. Move in. This is witness protection.”
“How was Nevada?”
“Cool, you know, bright lights and a big city.”
“And whatever happens in Vegas.”
“Stays in the tabloids.” I joked. “Absolutely nothing happened in Vegas.”
“With you?”
“I was good.”
“What about your bestie?”
“No comment.”
“Yeah whatever, Mr. Gag Order.”
“I need to share something with you.”
Serena blew air from her lungs. “About Deshawn?”
“Yes.”
“You’re breaking the Cav code?”
“No, it’s not anything like that?”
“What did he do now?”
“He told me you have been acting strange lately.”
“Strange?”
“He used the word strange. He was suspicious, something about you looking happy or something.”
“You know why I’m happy.”
“I do.” I smiled. “He went into your purse and he looked at your day planner.”
“Are you serious?”
“Dee has been snooping through your things.”
“Why would he even bother?”
“Your guess is as good as any.”
“I don’t write anything about us in my planner.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m very careful.”
“He found a few appointments for Flirty Girl Fitness classes. He called them stripper classes.”
“Yeah well, I go to the Flirty Girl Fitness dance classes.”
“Well, he didn’t seem to know about it.”
“I’m not going for him.”
“Are you going for me?”
“I don’t know. Do you want me to go for you?”
“Yes, I would like to see some, no, all of the moves you were taught. Please.”
“Noah you make me feel sexy. I know you’ve been with a lot of women. More than the men I’ve been with. My list of men is small. I took the class because I want to be sexy for you.”
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. “I appreciate you putting forth the effort. You are naturally sexy, but I’m willing to reap the benefits of all your dance classes. What did they teach you?”
“To dance seductively and work the stripper pole, lap dancing, stuff like that.”
“When will I get a show of your skills?”
“Soon, I want to take a few more classes.”
Cool.”
“I hate that asshole ruined my surprise.”
“He didn’t ruin anything. We’re careful. He doesn’t have a clue. He knows its fitness. He looked it up.”
I winced as a sharp pain hit my knee.
“What’s wrong?” She sincerely asked.
“My knees, I need to ice them.”
“Just sit down. I’ll get the ice, just sit.”
I did as I was told. I sat in the chair by the window in my bedroom. I watched Serena’s rear as she left the room. Her ass was phenomenal. I watched it move every chance I got.
I leaned my head back on the chair and stared up at the ceiling. I was in pain but I was happy. I was in the comfort of my home. Serena was here. She was here for me. She wasn’t there for Dee. This time, he went home and she wasn’t there to greet him. I felt special in every way. I shouldn’t gloat but I had something great with her. I can gloat just a little.
I closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind. I tried to focus on something other than the pain.
I sensed Serena’s presence and lifted my head. I opened my eyes to her walking toward me. She had a huge mixing bowl filled with ice packs inside. She also had a bottle of water.
“Here take these pain pills and drink the water.” She placed the pills in my hand.
“What are they?”
“Just take them.” She tipped her head and smiled. I couldn’t resist that smile. I shoved the pills into my mouth and opened the bottled water. I drink it down completely. Serena was standing there with her hand out. She took the open bottle. Serena went down on her knees with the bowl. She sat on her legs in the wide space between in legs.
My member twitched but I switched my mind to the pain.
I leaned forward. “You don’t have to do this. I can wrap my knees.”
“Sit back and get comfortable. I can do it.”
I leaned my body back in the chair and rested my head. No woman has ever done this for me. No woman has ever attempted. Shelley watched me do it, but she never tried to help. Even if Serena has no idea what she’s doing I stil
l appreciate the effort. It’s sweet. It’s a caring gesture. It’s something that Serena would do.
She had the tape. She had scissors. She unlaced my gym shoes and pulled them off my feet one at a time. She removed my socks and massaged my feet for a few seconds. She was getting the circulation going in my feet before she started on my knees.
Serena removed the ointment from the bowl and applied to my knees. She massaged it into my skin in gentle circular motions using her fingertips. She applied the ice packs around the front and back of my knees. She was being very precise with her wrap technique. I looked down at her and wanted to fuck her through the pain. If there was any way I could get my dick to perform I would.
“I’m sorry I kept you up all night. I didn’t know your knees were inflamed.”
“I played too hard. I pushed my body too far. I should have gone back to the hotel instead of partying with those guys.”
“You should have got more sleep.”
“I got some sleep on the plane. I will be okay in a few hours.”
“Okay I’m done.” She stood up and looked down at me.
“You learned how to do this for Dee?”
“Yeah I did.”
“When was the last time you did it for him?”
“I used to do it all the time after the games. That was when he would come home. It’s been years. Now I don’t want to touch him in any way.”
“When I was in Vegas I ran into my ex, Shelley.”
“You ran into her?” She had her hands on her lovely hips.
“Yes, she happened to be at Club Vive La last night.”
“Okay so, it was good seeing her, I guess.” Serena stepped away from me and sat on the bed. She was jealous. I could clearly see it. It was cute.
“She flirted. She tried to pick up where we left off.”
“Oh well.” She shrugged. “You’re single so you can do whatever you want to do. You don’t have to tell me about other women.”
“I turned her down. There are no other women. There is just you.”
“Really? She smirked.
I grinned. “I’m happy with what we have. I’m committed to only you. I went to bed on FaceTime with you last night.”
“I can’t ask you to put your life on hold for me and my doomed marriage.”
