Scandalous

by Ferguson, Torrian

  “Come on Tracy say it. Tell me to fuck you harder!”

  “Okay Fuck you Byron. Fuck you harder!”

  He was so into it he didn’t realize what I had actually said.

  “Fuck you baby. Come on fuck you!” It was actually a little funny to me. He was pumping for all he was worth and I was cursing him out, and laughing about it.

  “Come on Tracy. Bend over and let me hit it from the back!”

  I turned over and put my butt high in the air. He got behind me and started pounding again. This was the first time in my life I wanted to actually fart on a man during sex. If I could have squeezed one out I would have. That’s how much I hate this bastard. A few seconds in this position and he was ready to cum.

  “Yeah Tracy I’m gonna cum all over you tight little ass!” He pointed his dick directly at me and let it fly. His cum splattered all over my butt and back. I felt so dirty. All I could do was jump up and run to the bathroom. I grabbed his face towel and cleaned my butt with it, and folded it back upnicely and put it back where I found it. He came to the door.

  “Now was that so bad. That reminded me of the old times we had together.”

  I didn’t bother to answer him. He just kept talking.

  “You know it would have been better if you had gotten into it a little more. That was always a problem with you. You’re always so uptight. Chill out a little.”

  If I had a gun, I’d shoot him square in the ass. I snatched open the bathroom door. “Can you take me home now please?”

  “Yeah I guess so. Come on, get dressed. I have a busy day tomorrow.”

  After all that now the nigga wants to rush me. But, that’s fine the quicker I get dressed the quicker I’m out of his nasty ass house.

  On the way home, he wanted to make small talk. I didn’t care to say another word to him. All I could think about was Brandon. I love him so much. He’s my everything. I would kill myself if he ever found out about Byron.

  Chapter 10

  Michelle For the next few days I went out of my way to be nice to Tracy. I invited her to watch a movie I had rented. When I went out to get something to eat I asked if I could bring her back anything. It took a few days to get her to trust me, but soon she was just where I wanted her. We are actually talking to one another like old girlfriends. She is even telling me about niggas she thinks fine. Deep down inside I still hate that bitch. I have something in store for Ms. Thang. She has no clue what’s coming in her direction.

  This morning I heard Tracy in the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets, looking for something for breakfast. I walked into the kitchen “Tracy, if you drive I’ll buy us breakfast at Hardee’s, my treat.”

  No matter what complexion she is, a nigga is still a nigga, and we don’t pass up the opportunity for a free meal.

  “Yeah, let’s go. Thanks.”

  It was my first time in Tracy’s car. I must admit, it was tight. The leather interior was off the hook and the sound system was bangin’. I noticed she has a picture of her boyfriend Brandon taped to the dashboard. Since that night I first met him at the party I often think about him.

  I made a little conversation on the way to get our food. “So, this is your boyfriend right?”

  “Yeah, that’s my boo, Brandon.”

  Her face turned red and a smile went from ear to ear just talking about him. She has no idea my goal is to sleep with him. “How long have ya’ll been together?”

  “About six or seven years. We’ve been together, seems like forever.”

  “He’s back in Miami

  right?” “Yeah.”

  “You must have a lot of trust in him. Being down there with all those beautiful women and all.”

  “I trust him. We’ve been through a lot together.”

  “Girl you’re a good one. I don’t trust no man. All of them will fuck anything with a pussy!” All I need to do is get that one speck of doubt in her man and I got her hooked.

  “Brandon’s not like that. He’s a one-woman man. He’s been mine and only mine since we’ve been together. Our families love one another and we might as well be planning our wedding day. It’s pretty much written in stone that we will be together forever.”

  “Let me ask you this then. Have you ever done anything to him that crushed him and he forgave you for it?”

  Tracy got quiet. I know what the answer is, but I want her to remember what she did and get her to start thinking about the possibility of Brandon cheating. After taking a deep breath she finally answered, “Yeah, but that was a while ago. We’re past that now.”

  “Girl, they are never past some shit that hurt them. They will make you think that they are cool with it, and all is good, but trust me, they will try to get you back later down the road.”

  A sick look fell across her face. I know I have her. The doubt is there and I can see the gears in her head working. She is thinking about that shit she pulled back in Miami with Byron. I didn’t know it would be so much fun messing with her head. I thought she would be a tough nut to crack, but she was easy, very easy.

  We pulled up to the Hardee’s on 5th street, and ordered our food. She hadn’t said another word about Brandon since I planted the seed of doubt in her head. We talked about everything under the sun but him. I decided to leave the Brandon situation alone for the moment. She looked like she was ready to cry every time she looked at his picture on the dash. A few minutes later she asked me a question.

  “I heard you were up in the guys’ dorm a while back.” “Yeah, I was in there handling my business.”

  “From what I heard you handled more than just your business.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I heard you slept with six guys at the same time. That’s the story that’s going ’round.”

  Damn she’s sitting here trying to turn the tables on me. Trying to get me to talk about who and what I did. “Nah, it wasn’t like that at all. You know nigga’s always lying on their dicks. But I heard you have a little crush on a professor?”

  Suddenly the car swerved a little. She frantically pulled into a grocery store parking lot. “What are you talking about? What did you hear!”

  I almost jumped out the car. She scared the hell out of me. Her eyes were bulging out of her head. She had a grip on the steering wheel. The veins on the side of her face had become visible.

  “Damn girl I was just trippin! I ain’t heard shit.” The way she reacted just proved to me that something between her and Professor Caldwell is still going on. I’m going to make it my business to find out what it is. I don’t want to use all my cards I’m playing with right now, so I’m gonna back off that hot topic. My plan for her just got bigger and better. At first I just wanted to fuck her man and humiliate her, but now I can damn near destroy her silly stuck up ass.

  We pulled out of the parking lot and I asked her to drop me off on campus. On the way there I wanted to find out a little more about Brandon and finish messing with her head a little. I asked her, “So what did you do?”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “When you hurt Brandon. What did you do to hurt

  him?” “I cheated on him”

  “You don’t look like the cheating type.”

  “What does the cheating type look like?” she said with a little smirk on her face.

  “You know what I mean. You all prissy and stuff. You look like the stay at home and have a bunch of babies while the husband goes to work and fuck his secretary type.”

  We both laughed a little then she started talking. “Well, I’ve always seen myself as that type, but this one guy showed me, there is more to life than sitting at home waiting on my man to come in.” I sat and listened to her go on and on about this other guy. It sounded like she had fallen in love with him. When she was finished I asked her a few of my own questions.

  “So you really believe that Brandon just forgave you for all that happened?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then you’re out of your damn m
ind. That nigga ain’t forgave shit. Tell me this. Have you ever called him and he seemed too busy to talk to you?”

  She looked confused. I asked another question before she had the opportunity to answer the first one. “Have you called him and he talked to you but rushed you off the phone? Or better yet, have you called him and somebody else answered the phone?”

  Her eyes went glassy. She looked like she was struggling to hold back tears. I put the icing on the cake with my last comment.

  “If you can answer yes to any of those questions, then your man might be cheating on you.”

  She never said another word in the car till we got to the campus. “Where do you want me to drop you off at?” She asked, her voice trembling.

  “Right here in front will be fine. I see somebody Ineed to holla at.” I got out of the car and we said our goodbyes and Tracy pulled off. I waited till she was around the corner and busted out laughing. I was all in her head. I could tell by the look in her face she didn’t know what to think.

  I sat on a bench and pulled my food out the bag when I saw this fine ass white boy walking by. The white boy was built like a brotha. He had the thick cut arms and the high tight butt. I wanted some of him in a bad way. As he walked by me I started talking to him.

  “Hey you, sit down and talk to me for a while.” He turned and looked at me as if he was surprised I was actually talking to him. I continued, “So what’s your name?”

  As he walked over and began to sit down he answered, “Steve.”

  “Nice to meet you Steve. I’m Michelle”

  I noticed him looking at my thick thighs and wellmanicured toes. I was wearing a jean mini and a low cut blouse. My mother always told me to look good when I walk out the house because I never knew who I was going to meet. Today I had no intentions of trying to get with anybody but Steve was too fine to pass up.

  “So, Steve I hear that country boy accent. Where are you from?

  “Williamston, North Carolina.”

  “That’s not too far from here is it?”

  “No, it’s about forty five minuets or so.”

  From what I had heard Williamston was a small rural town. It only has one high school and the biggest thing there is the local Wal-Mart. But, I also heard that the guys from there love to fuck and I was gonna find out in a few.

  “Do you live here on campus?”

  “No, I have an apartment not too far from here.”

  “I would love to see it sometime.” He looked at me; I guess he was not ready for my forwardness.

  “Well actually, I have a class in about an hour. Iwas just going to the weight room to get a quick work out but…”

  “Let’s work out together back at your place.”

  We got up and we walked back to his car. He drove a 1999 Dodge Dakota Sport. It was okay but at that moment he could have drove a lime green Gremlin and I would not have cared. We pulled out of the parking lot. At the first red light we got to Prentice pulled up next to us. I tried to duck down in the car but it was too late, he was looking at me trying to hide. I glanced over and waved as the light turned green. He looked shocked. As we turned a corner my cell phone rang. I looked at the caller I.D. and it was Prentice. I didn’t answer the phone. He called repeatedly and I never answered. Steve looked at me

  “Somebody sure wants to talk to you bad.”

  “Yeah, it’s this guy I’ve been trying to get rid of.” Moments

  later we pulled up to his apartment. It was a very nice place. The lawn was well kept and, surprisingly, the elevator here worked. We went up to the third floor of the building. His apartment was the last one on the left. He opened the door and my mouth fell open. His place was hooked up. He had the black leather furniture with a thirty-six inch high definition TV. The beige carpet was spotless and he even had nice arton the walls. I was use to that old picture of three dogs playing cards or the pictures of two black people lying naked embracing one another. I was shocked. I just knew when I got there he would have old dirty dishes stacked up on the floor and the placewould smell like a wet dog. There was no spider lamps or liquor bottles lining the top of the entertainment center. This white boy actually had a little bit of class.

  We sat on the sofa and talked a little more, he was telling me about Williamston. I could care less about all of that. We were short on time and I wanted to fuck. As he was talking I leaned over and shoved my tongue into his mouth. Automatically his hands wrapped around my ass. I straddled him as we kissed. His hands went under my skirt and squeezed my cheeks.

  “Yeah that’s it squeeze this fat black ass.” He did what he was told. I took his shirt off and ran my tongue down his chest. His pink nipples were hard and from where I was sitting his dick was even harder. He pulled my breast out through the top of my low cut blouse. He sucked my hard nipples as I became wetter and wetter by the second. I stood up and slid my skirt off. His eyes widened as he saw me standing in front of him in my red lace thong. I propped one leg up on the sofa and commanded “Come lick this chocolate kitty.”

  He fell to his knees and without hesitation pulled my thong to the side and began licking my slit like a cat lapping milk from a dish. I grabbed the back of his head and shoved him as far into my pussy as possible. His tongue felt like it was a mile long. He was licking spots that had never been licked. A few seconds later I glazed his face with my juices. He stood up and dropped his jeans. To my surprise he wasn’t wearing any underwear. That old saying that white men all have small dicks went right out the window. Steve was hung. His dick looked like it belonged on a male stripper. He would have made any sistah take notice. I grabbed his dick with one hand and gobbled him up. My head bounced back and forth as his blond pubic hairs tickled my nose. I was having the time of my life. I had never been with a white guy before and have never really been attracted to them but there was something about Steve that was different. He was white but had everything that the finest brotha I’ve ever been with had, including a big dick.

  Steve turned me around. I knew he wanted to fuck me from the back. He had to wonder what it was like to fuck a big butt black woman and he finally got his chance. I bent over, showing him right where to insert his manhood. I felt him inch his way into me. It felt good being filled like that. He grabbed my hips and began thrusting into me. I was sent right over the edge from the first stroke. I was cumming all over him. The wet sound of him slamming into my sopping pussy was turning me on even more. My largetits swung back and forth as he fucked me doggy style. I came a few more times and he still had not cum for me.

  He took his dick out and asked me, “Let me fuck your ass?”

  I was so horny I said yes without even thinking. His dick was so wet from my pussy he didn’t need any other lubrication to go inside my backdoor. The head of his dick stretched me. I felt a little pain but he slowed down and took his time. Slowly he entered me. Finally he was all the way in. he gave me a few short strokes just to get me into it.

  “Come on baby fuck this big ass!” I yelled.

  He started pounding me. It felt great having him up my ass. He grabbed a hand full of my hair. I wanted to turn around and knock his ass out for touching my hair but that would have meant letting his dick out of my ass and I didn’t want that. Normally I love having a man pull my hair, but I just got back from the salon yesterday. It all felt too good, so I let it go. He pulled my hair as he fucked me. I felt submissive. His strokes became faster. I knew he was finally ready to cum. He pulled his dick from my ass and sprayed my back with his white hot cum. My ass hole was wide open and I felt a few drops got in. That was a major turn on. He walked over to the closet and gave me a towel. “You can take a shower if you like.”

  “Thank you, I think I need to.” I went into his bathroom. Me being me, I opened the medicine cabinet. He had a gold rope chain laying on one of the shelves. I closed the door and took my shower. As I was drying off I opened the cabinet door again and took the chain out of it. I closed it in my hand and put it in my pocket as I put back
on my skirt. I thought, did he think I was gonna come over here and let him fuck my ass for free. He owes me this chain. He was sitting on the sofa watching me get dressed.

  I hope you enjoyed yourself.” He said, reaching out to rub my butt.

  “I had a great time. I hope we can do this again real

  soon.” “Me too.”

  We walked back to his car and drove back to campus. He dropped me off in front of the building where my next class was and he drove off. I began to walk inside the building when I heard someone screaming

  “Michelle!”

  I turned and it was Prentice walking up really fast towards me.

  “Why the fuck are you calling me like that?”

  “I know you had your phone on. I was calling you

  earlier.” “Yeah, and? What do you want?”

  “Who was that white boy?”

  “First of all don’t ever walk up on me again asking me questions! Secondly, none of your damn business who that white boy was! Last, if you ever try to embarrass me again, I’ll fuck you up, you hear me!”

  People had stopped and were looking at us. The look on his face told me he was ready to crawl under a rock. I had told him off in front of everybody in the building. He looked at me with the puppy dog eyes.

  “I’m sorry. It’s just that I thought you and I were dating and I got a little crazy when I saw you with him and you wouldn’t answer your phone.”

  A few guys started laughing when he apologized. I noticed a few girls were looking at him with disgust. I had punked him.

  “Look, you’re my boy and I love spending time with you, but you have to trust me. I’m not doing anything to mess up what we have.”

  “Does that mean we’re a couple?”

  “No, that means I like you a lot.” He seemed satisfied with my answer. I guess he had no choice but to be.

  Chapter 11

  Eric The three members of my study group and I decided it would be better if the guys worked together and the girls worked together, and just meet to go over everything one day on the weekend. I’m fine with that ’cause it gives Thomas and I a little guy time. Most of the time Thomas and I are together we are talking about women. But today was a little different. As we sat to the table in his apartment he looked at me. “Eric, I have a question for you.”