Get Somebody New

by Lewis, Michael

  “He can wait. Besides, I want to talk to you. That’s kinda why I came over here.”

  “Oh what’s up? Is something wrong?”

  “Actually something is wrong, very wrong.” Randall said as he walked over to my bed and seated himself.

  Randall lowered his head into his large hands and sighed. He was seated on the corner of the bed with his legs apart.

  “What’s the matter Randall?”

  Randall lifted his head slowly and extended his long arms with his hands opened.

  “What’s wrong is….” He said before he stopped abruptly.

  Randall grabbed my left hand and pulled me to him. Suddenly he stood up and turned me around with my back to him. He held my left hand, placed his right hand around my waist and sat down on the bed while pulling me down into his lap. He put his arms around me and finished his sentence.

  “Zeke you are with the wrong man.”

  “What do you mean? Jazz is a good guy.”

  “He may be, but Zeke you love me. I know you love me.”

  “Wha-Whaah-What?” I stammered.

  “When I was in college, I knew you had a crush on me. Alton knew I got down with dudes. When you came out to him, I told him I liked you. He forbade me to mess with you at all. I never wanted to just sleep with you or anything like that. I wanted to be with you seriously, you know.”

  “Randall I used to get so excited every time you came to town. I could sense you liked me too.”

  “Why do you think I came to town so much?”

  “You mean you were coming to see me?”

  “Most of the time I didn’t even let Alton know I was here. He would have killed me, if he knew I was hanging out with you.”

  “All of that time I was fantasizing wishing I could be with you and now you tell me I could have. I wanted you to be my first.”

  “I wouldn’t have passed on the chance either Zeke. We can do something about it now though, it’s not too late.”

  Before I could say anything Randall kissed me.

  “No Randall this is wrong. I can’t …..do…..this… Oh Randall.”

  “If you don’t want me, tell me to stop.”

  “Randall you still make me feel so weak. Jazz doesn’t deserve this though.”

  “Forget about Jazz.” He said as he pressed his body against mine so I could feel his generous erection.

  All I could think about was Jazz waiting in jail. Although I had it bad for Randall at one time years ago, I was no longer a fantasizing teenager. I thought about when I met Jazz the first time. My tire wasn’t the only thing he took charge of. He took charge of my heart as well.

  As Randall kissed my neck and rubbed his hands down my back, I thought about the way Jazz’s face lights up when he sees me. I thought about how I feel when he touches me in his own special way. I thought about how I smile inside everyday anticipating the moment he’ll walk through the door and smile at me.

  “Randall I am with Jazz. If I cheated on Jazz you would never respect me. You would never trust me.”

  “Nobody I’ve dated has come up to the standard of you. I know because I haven’t felt for anyone else what I feel for you. That has never changed. Every single time I see you I just get this happy feeling inside. Jazz better not let me catch him slipping. Cause I’ll be waiting in the wings and I’m gonna be there until I get you.”

  “Okay Randall I’ll remember that. Now can we go get Jazz please? I don’t want him there a minute longer than he needs to be.”

  Alton

  After dinner with my family and the warm reception they gave us, I was on an emotional high. It was vastly different from the dinners Nadiah and I had with them. My family didn’t like her and she didn’t like them. I think they appreciated the fact that Rachel is down to earth. As soon as we got home and stepped inside I grabbed Rachel and kissed her.

  “Oooh what was that for?”

  “For being so wonderful.”

  “In that case I owe you one as well.”

  “Rachel you know what I want more than anything else in the whole world right now?”

  “What’s that?”

  “To make love to you.” I said bashfully as I looked down at the floor.

  She rubbed my left cheek softly then placed her delicate fingers to my chin and lifted my head.

  “I’m ready Alton.”

  “Rachel, all I’ve been able to think about for the past month is making love to you.”

  Rachel responded by tenderly pressing her lips to mine. I brushed her long black hair away from her angelic face to just gaze at her and appreciate how blessed I was.

  “Rachel in case I haven’t said it lately you are so beautiful. When I’m with you no other woman exists.”

  “You say the sweetest things.”

  “Well now I’m going to translate my words into action.

  I removed her black, high-heeled, halter Manolo Blahnik shoes, took her perfectly formed foot into my hands, and massaged it firmly. I kissed a trail up the length of her body, firmly kneading her supple flesh as she relaxed with each movement of my skilled hands. As she sat on the corner of the bed I sat behind her and wrapped my body around hers. She relaxed as I rubbed her bare shoulders.

  “Baby, do you feel safe with me?”

  “Completely.”

  With great care, I gently slid down the fine straps of her red silk dress. Slowly, I kissed along the curve of her shoulder, down her neck, and then her back. After drawing the zipper down along her back she stood for me to remove the dress. The red lace bra and matching panties she wore raised my temperature. I stepped out of my shoes and began to unbuckle my belt, but she stopped me with her hand.

  “Let me do that.”

  “Okay.” I said as she began to undress me.

  Soon I was standing in only a pair of black cotton boxers.

  “Lay back and relax. Let me take care of you now.” I instructed.

  Starting at her bellybutton, I planted sensual licks and tender kisses up to her soft, full breasts. Teasingly, I flicked my tongue across each of the taut nipples making them rigid with excitement. I cupped each breast in my hand and relished their warm softness. My fingers slowly explored her body as I savored each touch. I paced myself as I moved toward her “sweet spot” fighting to control my growing excitement.

  With my fingers, I gently spread the soft, delicate petals of her femininity with my fingers like a flower and she tensed in response. Her body tensed all over as I plunged my tongue deeply inside and tasted her to satisfy my passionate hunger. Her vaginal walls contracted as I thrust my tongue deeper and deeper into her center. The movements of my tongue caused a soft moan to escape from Rachel followed by her impassioned plea for more. I alternated the strokes of my tongue clockwise to counter and back. Her walls gripped tighter and tighter while I matched the force with equally powerful thrusts of my tongue.

  Rachel softly rubbed her fingers through my hair, which drove me crazy. It was time to step things up so I placed the entire length of my index finger inside of her. She gripped my finger tightly and then relaxed, after which I placed my middle finger inside. Without giving her time to relax I began to suck her trembling clitoris. Quickly finding her g-spot with my fingers, I built the momentum with a determined goal.

  “Ahh Alton, Yes!” She moaned sensually.

  “I’m gonna make love to you until you have nothing left baby.” I whispered to her.

  Setting my pace, I worked her body into a tightly wound ball of orgasmic energy waiting to be released. She twisted right, then left, arched her back high off of the bed and moaned loudly.

  “Alton! Oh Alton, what are you doing to me? Oh, Alton!” She screamed.

  Sensing the eve of her orgasm I thrust my tongue deeply inside her vagina as her body quivered in the throes of passion. While she slowly came down from her climax I kissed her body all over starting at her stomach and ending at her breasts.

  “Girl, I can’t tell you how bad I want you!”
/>   “I think you are doing a pretty good job of showing me.”

  Standing beside the bed, I took her hands in mine as she sat in front of me. Soon her hands explored my body just as I wanted them to. She rubbed her palm firmly against the growing bulge in my underwear. Unable to wait any longer she pulled the underwear down as my erection sprang forth forcefully. Quickly I reached a point of excitement that took my mind to depths of inhibition I’d never known. I dipped my fingers into the sweetest spot on earth, the one between her firm warm thighs.

  Spreading her open I gathered the sweet liquid from her warm center onto my fingers. With my inhibitions subdued by my intense passion, I spread her sweet nectar all over my hard dick. Starting at the large throbbing head, I made sensually wet trail down the shaft to the base and back again. Firmly gripping my full, thick erection, I stroked myself seductively.

  “Do you want me baby?”

  “I want you, I need you Alton.”

  Rachel lay back in anticipation of receiving me. I spread her legs and dipped my tongue deep inside her sweet spot once again, summoning her delicious wetness to appear. From there I made my way up to her stomach. Next I kissed her breasts as her chest heaved up and down from the deep breaths she took. Finally, I placed my unyielding hardness at her pleasure’s entrance as I pressed my lips to hers. I guided the long, rigid, dark brown manifestation of my arousal inside and Rachel moaned sensually as my thickness spread her open. Her vagina gripped me tighter as I slid my dick deep inside her. She slowly adjusted to my size and relaxed. I kissed her passionately as I pushed forward gently but determinedly.

  “Alton you’re driving me crazy.” She moaned.

  “You feel so good baby.”

  As I felt her gradually yield to my sensual invasion, I placed my full length inside her as she allowed me the intimate access I craved. She let out a passionate cry as I started to hit the bottom of her sweet spot repeatedly.

  “I love you Rachel.”

  I increased the force of my strokes, making her squirm about the bed. I refused to submit to my orgasm before she did. I held back, which proved to be the hardest challenge I’d ever faced in my life. I rotated my hips in slow, wide circles, driving myself inside her most intimate places. She took a deep breath and held it so long I got concerned. I lifted my head and looked at her.

  Her eyes had rolled back and her mouth was open. Finally she exhaled a low moan, which built in intensity becoming a scream.

  Her body tightened then trembled. It felt as if I were inside a warm, sensual waterfall as the flow of her orgasm saturated my violently pulsating shaft.

  My swelling phallus reached its limit, spreading her open before my own copious orgasm began. The warm, thick, intense flow of my sexual explosion triggered another, stronger orgasm from her. Her second orgasm began as my first subsided. Her second orgasm triggered another from me. The sensations were so strong they brought tears to our eyes. Unbridled passion took control of our bodies simultaneously. We couldn’t fight it if we’d tried. Slowly, I removed my throbbing hardness from her quivering feminine softness and fell onto my back, exhausted. After we both laid there staring at the ceiling in dazed, post-coital bliss for a moment, I mustered enough strength to turn to her and say,

  “Rachel, I love you!”

  “Alton, I love you!” She responded.

  She laid her head softly against my chest. I placed my right arm around Rachel and held her tightly. I took her right hand in my left and we fell asleep with our fingers intertwined. At last she was mine and I was hers.

  Thirteen

  Jazz Hardaway

  Randall was cool with Alton and Zeke so I felt comfortable hiring him for my case. I didn’t question it. That was the worst mistake of my life. The first time I spoke to him was over the phone from jail. I think if I’d met him and set my eyes on his face, I would have been able to see something was up.

  The bastard didn’t waste any time either. He came with Zeke to pick me up. As we walked out of the police station, Randall slowed down and let Zeke walk ahead because he wanted him out of earshot of what he was about to say to me. When Zeke walked through the automatic doors Randall stopped walking, turned around, and put his hand up to my chest in a halting gesture.

  “Jazz, your time is up. I’m sure Zeke has had fun slumming with you but it’s over. You and I both know he is way out of your league. He needs someone like me who can give him all the finer things that he deserves.”

  “What? Who the hell do you think you are? You better get out of my face with that bullshit before I kick…”

  “Pipe down. Try me and I promise I’ll be your worst nightmare. That thug shit might work on the streets, but not here. Zeke doesn’t belong with you. Just like I made one little call, got you released, and the charges dropped in 5 minutes, I can have your ass put away just as fast. Zeke and I already discussed it and he wants to be with me. I just figured I’d do you a favor and tell you what was up. He is just waiting for the right time to drop you.

  “You’re lying.”

  You could have been out of here about 10 minutes after I talked to you. That was over 2 hours ago, why do you think it took so long?

  “What you trying to say?”

  “He’s been in love with me since he was in high school. He has a birthmark on his left ass cheek. I slapped it when I was taggin’ that ass.”

  My whole world came to a screeching halt. I felt angry, hurt, and depressed all at once. I wanted to cry but tears wouldn’t come. I wanted to lash out but felt like my hands were bound. Suddenly, I felt like I’d been hit in the chest with a 5-ton sledgehammer. I remember grabbing my chest and slumping to the ground. I woke up in the hospital with Zeke standing over me crying his eyes out.

  “What the hell happened?”

  “I don’t know. I walked out of the station and when I turned around you weren’t there. I came back in and I saw you clutch your chest and fall to the ground. We called 911 and they brought you here. The doctor said it was some kind of extreme stress episode. Randall said you just got this look on your face and then collapsed.”

  “Randall? That son of a bitch! I remember what happened now. Where is he?”

  “Randall caught a flight back to L.A. about an hour ago. He had to go work on some high profile case.”

  “Zeke, I’m gonna ask you straight up and I want the truth. Did you sleep with him?”

  “Sleep with Randall? Hell no. What makes you ask me that?”

  “Are you planning to break up with me Zeke?”

  “No, I love you more than anything in the world Jazz. Don’t you know that? Where are these questions are coming from?”

  “Never mind I just had to clear something up in my head. Come here.” I said as I pulled him closer to me.

  Zeke leaned down to kiss me. I grabbed the back of his head the way I always do when I kiss him. As soon as I pressed my lips to his and our tongues touched, I saw the image of my dad standing at the end of my bed. I shook it off as paranoia and kept kissing Zeke. I saw my father’s face again but that time I was certain my eyes were open. I blinked my eyes but I still saw him. I felt for certain I was going crazy.

  “No daddy, somebody lied on me you said. Lo and Behold I come in and see it was true. So this is the faggot you been seen with all over town huh? You remember what I told you boy?” My dad said as he stood at the end of the bed.

  My dad was the coolest guy in the world as long as things went the way he wanted. We always clashed because of that. I’m not afraid of him, but he is unpredictable. I will never forget the time I saw him shoot a man in cold blood.

  Flashback

  “Pay attention Jazz. I’m about to show you how to take your respect.”

  “Yes sir.”

  We pulled up to a small brick house. My dad got out of the car and walked up to the man standing in the yard. He was a tall, young man on the slim side with a gold tooth and an afro. He also had the smoothest dark brown skin I’d ever seen.

  “You
disobeyed me Curtis.” Dad said.

  “Tony, you can’t make me stay away.” Curtis replied adamantly.

  “We already discussed this. You have no choice. They’re mine now.”

  I thought my dad would just maybe beat him up or something. I was not prepared for what happened next.

  “Tony please have a heart. We supposed to be like brothers.”

  “Curtis you know me, I don’t have a fucking heart.”

  The next thing I knew my dad pulled his gun and held it to the man’s head.

  “Come on Tony, please don’t do this. You don’t have to do this.”

  “ You brought all of this on yourself.”

  “Tony please don’t do this!” Curtis pleaded.

  “Curtis this ain’t personal it’s business. I gotta teach you obedience.”

  The man cried as he continued to beg for his life. I felt so sorry for him, but I still thought my dad was just trying to scare him.

  “But Tony I love them. That’s MY seed Tony! MY seed!” He said between his sobs.

  As the man sobbed on his knees my dad placed the gun to his chest.

  “Curtis I love you too. I’m sorry but I have to.” My dad said to him before kneeling beside him and kissing his forehead.

  Without any more words or fanfare my dad pulled the trigger. I screamed when I heard the shot. The man’s eyes were still open, his tears running down his handsome brown skinned face. I never looked at my father the same after that. All the way home my father drove in silence. After about 10 minutes, I saw tears streaming from his strained eyes as he’d given up trying to stop them or hide them. When we got home he pulled into the driveway and turned the car off.

  “Son there was a lesson in what you saw me do tonight. That is that a man’s word is everything.

  Sometimes not keeping your word can cost you your life. Everything you saw tonight, you didn’t see. If you EVER tell anyone what you saw tonight I will do the same thing to you, do you understand me?”

  “Yes sir.” I said nervously.

  I couldn’t sleep for weeks because I was so afraid my dad was going to come into my room in the middle of the night and shoot me to make sure I’d never tell what I saw. When I saw my dad standing at the end of my bed, it brought the memories of that night flooding into my mind. He had the same look on his face that he had when he shot Curtis. Zeke was visibly upset and understandably so after my dad had just called him a fag to his face. Zeke didn’t know what my dad was capable of, so he didn’t have the wisdom to be afraid.