by Lolah Lace
“I’m not on hold. I’m just committed to only you. I know you can’t be that for me. I’m not going to lie. I want to be the only man you sleep with.”
“You are.”
“I’m trying to be cool but I can be jealous. I want you all to myself.”
“Well Deshawn doesn’t touch me and I don’t want him too.”
“Should I believe you? He’s your husband.”
“You know better than me about all the other women and babies and mess. Did you know he burned me ten years ago?”
“No I didn’t.”
“That never came up in your bro-convo?”
“Nope.”
“He gave me Chlamydia. We didn’t have sex for a year after that. I wanted to divorce him but I had two kids with him. He acted like he was sorry. He used to pretend to care about my feelings but now he doesn’t give a damn about me. I care about his reputation when he doesn’t. I care about his image but he doesn’t. I have the power to fuck his life up but I wouldn’t do that. I respect our family. There are times I felt sorry for him. There are times I hated him. I just don’t have the energy to fight, or care, or try anymore. Noah, you make me happy. I haven’t been happy in such a long time. I don’t remember the last time I smiled from my insides. I don’t know how long this can last but I’m just happy to have it now.”
“It could last forever.”
“When the newness wears off then what?”
“You’ll always be new to me.”
“I’m an NBA wife. I know how easy it is for players to be distracted when the next cheerleader, video vixen or pop singer comes along and shakes her ass. When my son goes to college I’m seriously thinking about leaving Deshawn.”
I wanted to jump out of my seat. Instead, I remained cool and thought of the possibilities of a future with Serena.
“If it’s not working, that is a viable option.”
“Viable option, yeah and probably the only option. I can never be in a serious relationship with another professional athlete.”
“That was a very inappropriate thing to say to the professional athlete you’re currently sleeping with that has a mad crush on you.”
“A mad crush?”
“More than a crush. Serena, I would never treat you like Dee does.”
“I heard the same claims from Deshawn but they were lies.”
“I’m not lying.”
“Deshawn might have believed his words when he said them. He may have thought he was going to be faithful when we got married, but time, fame and money, it changes people.”
“I had money and fame before I met you. Those things don’t apply to me.”
“Time applies. How many years until sex with me is not good enough? You’ll need newer, younger sex.”
“We’re not just sex. We are more than that. You have been a true friend to me since I came to this town. You have given me advice. We have shopped for a house, furniture and a car with me. You did things that a girlfriend would do. It’s not all sex. I care about you. I’ve shown that to you before sex even came into the equation. You care about me too.”
Serena walked over to me. “I care about you. I really do.”
“But?”
“But my experience with a pro-baller is just bad. I have more bad times than good times. I can’t even remember the good times. I have been the sounding board for every new wife that comes along and realizes this life is shit. Every single expensive gift you get comes with a groupie hoe attached to it. When I finally get out, I would be a fool to go back to that.”
“Maybe I can change your mind.”
She rolled her eyes.
I raised my hand and summoned her to me.
Serena stood before me.
“My knees are numb but my dick has nine lives.” I removed my veiny brick from my shorts and held it out for her to see. “Maybe I can fuck you into a different way of thinking.”
“You can try.” She smiled with all her bright teeth. Why is she so gorgeous?
“Come on have a seat, right here.” I tipped my dickhead in her direction.
Serena removed her stretchy pants and her polka dot panties. I opened my legs and she climbed into the chair and straddled me. My hands palmed the full meat of her ass. She reached behind her thigh and seized my beast. She tilted him right to her opening. I watched her as she watched me. I felt her lower herself down on me. I fought to keep my eyes open as she pulled me down inside her tight lubricated hole.
A rush of emotions flooded my chest. I really have intense feelings for Serena. I think I, no this feels good.
I grabbed her by the neck. “Take your fucking wedding ring off when you’re with me.”
Serena was shocked by my actions. She paused as my words sunk in. She removed the ring and tossed it on the rug by my chest of drawers. My dick jumped inside her and enjoyed her bold move.
“I’m sorry.”
I slowly released her neck and let my fingers trail down her breasts. I told her to proceed with my eyes.
She moved her hips like ocean waves. I watched her as she watched me. We held this freaky direct eye contact for what seemed like forever. No kissing, just staring. I listened as her moans escaped her lips and buzzed through the air. Did she have any idea how good her pussy felt? Did she have any idea that no matter what she said or did I was locked in?
I held it together long enough to pick her up and carry her to the bed. I had a lot of positions I wanted to twist and turn her in. I wanted her to see just how good it could be with me. I wasn’t stupid enough to think my dick would lock her in. My dick would just be a starting point. I was going to have to make a grand gesture when the time was right.
We had explosive sex all day and throughout the night. She tried to leave around two in the morning but I pinned her down on the bed. I fucked her again until she fell asleep. I had a very valid point to get across. I needed her to stay the night, to stay with me. I needed to have my arms wrapped around her body. I needed to smell her neck and sniff her tangled sweaty hair. I needed to fall asleep with her nipple in between my index and forefinger. I really needed all those things and I had them.
CHAPTER 12
Serena woke me up with her lips firmly gift wrapped around my dick. This has never happened to me without me egging it on. At first, I thought I was dreaming but I reached down and felt her head and I forced my eyes to open. The term head doctor flashed in my mind.
Yes! Yes!
Hell yes!
My hands gripped the bed sheet but I refused to cum in her mouth. I reluctantly removed her hand from my dick. I flipped her over on her knees and pressed her shoulders down into the pillow. I hit it from the back. Hard. Vicious. Primal. I tried to paint every corner of her blank canvas with my brush.
Where did I even get the strength to bang her out for what seemed like thirty minutes? I really believed I could make a baby regardless of whatever birth control methods she used. She was wetter than normal, just fucking sloppy, gushy gross wet. The creamiest wet, the kind of wet that a fella like me could sink in and die. I came swiftly and fast. I felt like I was going to pop a blood vessel in my head as hard as I was concentrating of swimming instead of sinking.
I jumped out of bed and then went into the bathroom. I peed forever and then another forever. My balls were covered in her hot juice. I went to grab a washcloth and decided I would just shower in a few minutes anyway.
Sex with Serena sometimes drained my life force. Sometimes it was a catalyst for energy. I walked back into the bedroom. She was sprawled out on the bed. She was doing a damn good impression of a naked dead woman. I watched her until I saw her eyes blink. I grabbed my old gym shorts off the floor and put them on.
I went downstairs hoping to replenish the water I sweated out giving her my best backstrokes, my high dive, and my freestyle. I deserve a gold medal for the way I splashed inside my girl. I can call her that. She said I was the only one holding a lease.
I entered the kitchen and paused dead
in my tracks when I spotted him, my teammate Lance. He was sitting on a barstool at my kitchen island. He had a bottled beer in front of him. He had retrieved it from my fridge. How long has he been here? And why was he drinking this early in the morning?
He was casually sitting in my kitchen early in the morning. He had access so he could rush over here and clear out all porn in the event of my death. All naked fan photos and anything that could be a bad look for my family. He also can point my sister in the direction of my safe, a copy of my last will and testament, my cash stash, my valuables and other important papers.
“What are you doing here?”
“I’m here to pick you up. We had an appointment.”
This is my foul. “Oh shit I forgot all about it.” My hands flew up to the top of my head and rested there for a few seconds.
“I tried calling you fucking twenty times but you never answered your cell.”
“I was. I was.” I stuttered trying to come up with a suitable lie. “I was sleep.”
“You seem wide-awake to me. Yep, completely alert and awake. So that means you’re busy doing something.”
“No I’m just, I just forgot we were going and I’m tired now.”
“You’re tired?”
“Yeah I think I’m going to have to cancel our plans, maybe reschedule. I’m going to just lay down for, I don’t know, an hour.”
“You look like you just got out of bed.”
I looked down at my bare feet and gym shorts. “Yeah bro, I was sleep.” I rubbed my eyes with closed fists.
“Yeah right.”
“I can call them and reschedule.”
“They are going to make us pay anyway. We paid for the time. Damn man, you are so full of shit.”
“What? I just want to stay in today and rest up.”
Lance grabbed the bottled beer and tilted it to his lips. He guzzled it all down until there was nothing left. He slammed the bottle down.
“Truth time No-Hart?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I know whose car is in your garage.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Serena Jones.” He shook his head as he spewed her name. “You know her right?”
“It’s not what you think.”
“Really, tell me. Noah, what do I think?”
“It’s me, Saint Noah. What do you really think is going on?” I chuckled trying my best to make him feel his initial thoughts were dead wrong and not dead on.
“I think you are fucking Deshawn’s wife.”
“No, no.” I laughed out loud a reflex for the awkwardness of this conversation. “No way. Me and Serena.”
“And now I think you’re going to lie to me about it.”
“That’s Dee’s wife.”
“I know who the fuck she is. Her car is in your garage.”
“She was out with her girlfriend that lives close. She was drinking and she wanted me to keep it here. That’s all.”
“I’ve been here for almost an hour. I came upstairs first. I heard the sounds. I thought some rando-groupie was having the time of her life. I took a peek inside your room. Why? Because I live through you guys now that I’m faithful. I couldn’t see much through the crack in the door. So you know what I did?”
“What did you do?”
“I went into your security room. I’m a voyeur I wanted to watch a real time porn, live and in color. I figured you were into some freaky shit.”
“What you see?”
“I saw her face, our teammate’s wife, our best friends wife getting the Chi-Town pound town from everybody’s favorite power forward. I zoomed the fuck in because I knew better. I knew you would never do no fucked up shit like that.”
“Lance.” I pleaded but couldn’t quite find the right words.
“Bro’h, I was so wrong. I heard you say her name. I saw you fucking her like this wasn’t the first time.”
I was mute. My brain had to process everything he had said out loud. I never thought this would happen. I hadn’t planned for it. I got caught red-handed.
“Fuck Lance!”
“Fuck Lance, that’s all you got to say to me?”
“Damn bro, this is so complicated.”
“No not really. This is pretty straightforward to me. How the fuck did your dick up inside Dee’s wife?”
“It’s not easy to explain.”
“Noah, the Cavs, we family. What the fuck are you doing to the family bro’h?”
“You saw what I was doing.”
“Yeah I did, every detail. I went from being proud to being disgusted. Serena is like our sister.”
“She’s not like my sister. I never saw her in that way.”
“You know what the fuck I mean. She’s family fool. There are a million women in the world that want to fuck you, why her? She is like basketball royalty. Even the groupie hoes respect her ass. If you had to have a basketball wife why would you pick a wife of a teammate? Are you begging to get traded? You are fucking up our opportunity for a three-peat.”
Lance was feeding me the truth, a bitter pill that I didn’t want to swallow. I couldn’t form the proper words to defend my actions.
“Say something! Tell me why this piece of used black ass is more important than our team?”
“I don’t know what you want me to say but you better watch your mouth.”
“Noah you are killing me. Tell me she has a diamond encrusted pussy.”
“She has a diamond encrusted pussy.” I shrugged. He didn’t think it was funny. “Look it just happened. Serena can’t know that you know. You have to act like you were never here.”
“Fuck that shit!”
“Don’t do that to her. You know she’s a good person.”
“Is she? How many other teammates is she fucking?”
“There are no other guys. This is my fault. I tricked her.”
“You are lying again. Dude, I saw her sucking your dick. That’s not a trick. That’s a fucking treat.”
Serena walked into the kitchen wearing only my t-shirt. She marched right up and took the seat across the island from Lance. She looked him dead on and he looked at her and shook his head. I stood there wondering what was going on.
“Lance.” Serena placed her elbows on the countertop. “You can’t tell Deshawn.”
“I’m going to tell my best friend his wife is a thot.”
“Come on Lance.” She crooked her head to one side. “Don’t hurt Deshawn.”
I joined in with her plea. “Lance bro don’t tell him.”
“Look Serena, I hope you don’t take this the wrong way but you’re a hoe.”
“I’m a hoe?”
“You know how close we all are. You’re Yoko. You are trying to break up the group.”
This was not going good. It’s going terribly wrong. “Lance she’s not doing anything. I told you it was me.”
“Saint Noah right, I don’t believe you. It doesn’t matter. You’re single and she’s the married one. Check out the ring. Where’s your wedding ring Serena?”
Serena pursed her lips and glanced down at her missing wedding ring. “You got to be kidding me? Deshawn has been cheating on me for years but I’m a hoe. The last time I counted there were ten bitches claiming they had sex with my husband and two that filed paternity suits. I only cheated once. I slept with one person, Noah. How am I a hoe?”
“It’s not that you cheated. It’s who you cheated with.” Lance squawked.
“So it’s me?” I asked Lance.
“Yes it’s you. You are a dirty lowdown motherfucka.”
I was mad for being called out. I already knew I was the worse friend ever. I just didn’t want to be reminded of it. I had real chemistry with Serena. Something I’ve never had before. I wanted more than sex with her but I was dealing with the hand I’d been dealt.
I looked down at Lance’s smug face. “Deshawn fucked your mother on New Years Eve at the MileNorth Hotel downtown and, again during All-St
ar weekend. When he was in his hotel room with someone, and no one would tell you who, he was with you mother.”
“What?” Lance sat there stunned by my words.
I realized I had just admitted Deshawn cheated to Serena. That was something I swore I would never do. I never tell on my teammates but this time it slipped.
“I’m sorry Serena. I know I don’t tell you things about Deshawn. It just came out.”
“My mother?” It finally registered with Lance. “You rat-face bastard. That’s a bitch move.” Lance called me out but I refused to give a fuck.
“Today I’m a bitch. Deal with it.”
I could see my girl handling my word vomit. Serena pressed her lips and rolled her neck. She glared over at Lance. “Yes, Deshawn is a fucking hoe. I can count the men I’ve been with on one hand. So when you calling people hoes all you NBA motherfuckers need to look in a full-length mirror.
“Dee is my brother. I’m not going to lie for you and Noah. This shit has got to end here.”
“No, no.” The words run off my lips.
“No, no, what the fuck does that mean Noah?” Lance stood. I think the mother revelation had really pissed him off but he was mad at the wrong person.
“It means you need to mind your fucking business.” I was getting heated. My temper usually only surfaced on the basketball court. “I have never snitched on any of you guys. What I could tell your wife.”
“That’s what you on?” Lance was up in my face. “Pussy has turned you into a snitch-bitch!” We were staring each other down.
I closed the zero gap between us. Now we were not only face-to-face, we were chest-to-chest. “You shut your mouth and I will shut mine.”
“Blackmail from a White male.” He groaned.
“Don’t fucking call me White.” As soon as I said it I felt stupid. Why did being White sound like an insult? I am White.
“Hey you guys need to chill!” Serena yelled at us from just a few feet away.
“Serena, I got this. Go upstairs now!” The thought of ending it with Serena was too much to take in. I was angry just thinking we would have to stop seeing each other. I was deeply committed to this woman and this illicit affair. I was willing to share her with Deshawn for the time being, to some degree. I was willing to wait. I believed Dee didn’t have sex with her anymore. I felt like she was really all mine.
