If I was in a better mood, I might have given her a second shot.
But you never get a second chance to make a first impression.
“Sorry, sweetness, looks like my dance card is full, and besides, I was a buster a few minutes ago, remember?” I shot a look at her that shut her down quick.
Kristen laughed as she kissed me across my lips, trying to stake her claim. “Damn, she called you a buster, too? Later for that trick, D, real women know a decent man when they see one.”
Before the young lady could form a response, Kristen had me on the dance floor and in a sweat in minutes.
I will admit that it was fun to see the dejected look on her face as I looked back before the sea of people closed the distance. I knew I wasn’t supposed to take pleasure in the misery of another person, but I couldn’t help it. It almost made me feel better.
The key word is almost.
At least one of my girls came to my rescue.
Well, sort of a rescue. Kristen’s been trying to get at me for a minute, but I couldn’t think of a sexier alternative to that pitiful excuse for a dyme piece.
After shaking it up with Kristen for a few songs, I picked another spot in the club to chill out for a few, when my boys finally figured out that I was still in the club. They walked up on me to check on me, and I already knew that Brian was high because it’s the only time that nigga acts all silly and shit. Omar was just drunk, but that was because he had to for him to get loose and keep the courage spitting game with the ladies.
“Come on, son, I know you got better game than that?” Omar said, looking around as if females were supposed to be surrounding me. “You supposed to have juice, playa.”
“Yo, he got a point, D, this ain’t you, what’s really going on?” Brian added.
I was just about to return the comment when I saw this caramel skinned cuteness walking towards us. She was tall, and the skirt that she wore gave her legs all kinds of purpose. It really didn’t matter that she had blonde streaks in her hair – I didn’t care for that on a sistah – my body needed attention. To hell with the promise I made, I needed to have the validation that I was looking for, and this might do the trick.
She slipped between Omar and Brian, sat down next to me, crossed her legs, and extended her hand out to me, “Hi, I’m Tammy.”
I took her hand and kissed the back of her palm, “My boys call me, D.”
I guess the night wasn’t a total loss.
“So what should I call you?” she licked her lips as she asked.
“For now, call me Derrick,” I slowed her down.
It wasn’t that kinda party.
But still, she was sexy and bold with her flow.
I liked that in my conquests.
This was getting better by the moment. But from the way that my boys were gawking at her, I decided to take this outside on the deck.
I whispered in her ear, “Can we head outside, you know, talk a little more without shouting?”
She nodded and took my hand to lead me outside to the deck area.
Now, my instincts would have given me a reason to stop and think, Something’s not right with this one, D, she’s too aggressive.
Yeah, like I gave a rat’s ass right about then.
Once we were out on the deck, Tammy hopped up on the railing, slightly spread her legs, and motioned with her finger for me to come closer.
“I was hoping I would be able to talk to you,” she spoke, tracing her hands along the inside of her thighs. “I didn’t think I’d get the chance.”
“Oh really now?”
“Yeah, I was. You’ve got this ‘thing’. Your eyes, they’re pretty. You’re really sexy.” she continued the ego stroke.
“You’re pretty sexy yourself, sweetness, showing off your legs and stuff,” I couldn’t help but peek at the fact that she was wearing a thong. “So tell me, when do they open?”
“They might open later tonight if you say the right things. You wanna touch them? I mean, just to be sure they feel as sexy as they look?”
“Is that all I get to do?”
“Why don’t you come closer and find out? You might be surprised what I might let you do,” Tammy leaned forward, grabbing at my arm to pull me in. “Or how long my legs might stay open for you.”
As far as I was concerned, she was working her way into becoming the first of my newest harem. I couldn’t wait to see where this episode was going to end.
I felt the immediate heat between us, which was wild considering we were out in 40 degree weather.
She didn’t care.
I damn sure wasn’t about to argue.
Not the way that her body felt in my arms at that moment.
She kissed me, moving my hand so that my fingers could move the fabric out of the way.
That made me weak.
“Damn, girl, what are you doing?”
“I’m trying to get you to fuck me, and I know it’s working.”
“What makes me so special? You could have had anyone,” I tried to keep my composure, but I was failing by the minute.
“Nope, you are a special case, Derrick,” Tammy kissed me again. “Let’s go to your place, I need some more space to do what I want to do to you.”
“How much more space did you need?” I teased. I wanted to know how far she thought she wanted to go.
“I think a king-sized bed might be enough space to do what I want, among other areas.” Tammy teased back, licking my neck as we walked through the club to get to the exit.
It was at that moment that I forgot that I didn’t drive tonight.
“Hold on, sweetness, I need to let one of my boys know I’m bouncing so we can do this.”
I couldn’t locate Omar for the life of me, so I went on the hunt for Brian. I finally found him near the DJ booth with some female snuggled up under him like she was trying to be the next jump-off for the evening.
I rolled up on him and, because we were so close to the speakers, I yelled in his ear that I had a ride home and I’d catch him later.
He barked back that he’d let Omar know I was already gone whenever he had the chance to find him.
Knowing Omar, he was probably already on the take, too, caught up with a female that he was
ready to smash.
I didn’t worry about it too much because I had better things to do now.
And she stood about 5’8” and had a body to die for.
“You have a beautiful place, Derrick.”
Tammy kept looking at the art on my walls, which wasn’t too much of a problem, considering that I keep erotic art on my walls, things that I collected from my art school friends that have gone on to bigger and better things.
She was all over me at the club, damn near ready for me to fuck her in the cold air of the night on the deck.
Now, she was stalling like she was a virgin?
Something’s up.
I could feel it.
“So, why are you stalling, Tammy?”
“I’m not stalling, Derrick, I really want you.”
I moved behind her, and her hips didn’t lie.
But her eyes were speaking a different truth.
“Are you having second thoughts? I understand if it’s too much.”
“Just fuck me now, please.”
She took my manhood out, dropped to her knees and took me in before I could protest about her vibe.
She felt good.
Damn good.
But warning signs were going off in my head like a tsunami was about to strike.
She pulled me down on top of her, trying to slide me in before I could get the condom on.
Something’s wrong, D, she’s too quick about this shit.
My body had other ideas.
Tammy started bucking her hips, urging me to slide just a little deeper, as if there was something I was supposed to be erasing from her essence deep within. I drilled into her, kept pounding her even after she came.
I took her in the kitc
hen.
Then I bent that ass over in the bathroom doggie-style while we were washing off from fucking in the kitchen.
Then finally I got one more in the bedroom making her ride me so we could both fall into a deep, coma-like sleep.
Too bad she had other plans.
Tammy started crying out of nowhere, and when I went to touch her to find out what was wrong, she snapped away at me like I’d just given her herpes.
“What’s wrong, Tammy?” I didn’t want to invade her space too much, but I still wanted answers to the weird vibe I ignored all night.
“I never thought you would make me feel like that, make me come like that,” she replied, still wiping away tears. “I haven’t felt this good in a long time.”
“So what’s up with the waterworks?”
“Because this can never happen again, Derrick,” she looked up at me, the guilt evident in her eyes. “There is something I didn’t tell you.”
It was at that point that I didn’t know what to expect.
It didn’t matter, though.
I would have guessed wrong anyway.
“What haven’t you told me?”
“I’m married.”
“You wanna run that by me again?”
Damn.
Nice one, Morrow.
That headache was coming on again.
“I didn’t tell you before because… but you looked so damn good, and… I didn’t think you would have slept with me if you knew beforehand.”
Her instincts were dead on.
Not that I was a saint or anything, I’ve seduced and fucked married women before.
But after a major mistake I made with a married woman in college that ended with her losing tenure and her marriage, I swore I would never help someone commit adultery again.
It would have been different if her husband knew…
That’s different.
But in the span of a couple of hours, because my game was off, I had done exactly that.
All because I needed validation…
Shit.
“You hate me, don’t you?”
“I don’t hate anyone, but I guess you had to do what you had to do. It’s gravy, I probably would have lied to you, too.”
“None of the others cared all that much, and you never bothered to ask,” she smirked, her ‘sorrow’ no longer evident on her face.
She was actually pissed.
Wait a minute…
Others?
“Damn, I should have known better, but that’s cool, too, because I wanted it as bad as you did,” I admitted, laughing at myself on that one. “You’re right, this ain’t happening again, and you need to bounce.”
I needed some air.
The walls were closing in on me, and the sooner that she could get the fuck out, the sooner I could drop to the JR Crickets on Spring Street and get some wings. Dealing with this shit not only made my head hurt, but it gave me one hell of an appetite.
I ain’t gonna lie, though.
The pussy was still good.
You might think I’m wrong for saying that, but I really could care less. You weren’t the one knee-deep in that pussy and leaving handprints on that ass.
What a waste, and she had such potential, too.
For a minute, though, I did consider the real possibility of amending one of my rules.
I could dick her down whenever I felt like it, making sure that she called her husband to let him know that she was coming to fuck me.
I’m deadly serious about that sneaking around and cheating shit. If she wants some bad enough, she can be woman enough to let her husband know that she needs to get better quality pounding. Then he can either man up and handle shit at home or let her out so she can get her monthly maintenance.
I wouldn’t have to worry about her spending the night, and if I didn’t feel like having her over, I could make her pay for a hotel room that we could wreck for a night.
No worries about wanting to spend the holidays or getting a birthday present or all of the other sappy shit that I really wasn’t in the mood for after the bullshit with Stacy.
It was the perfect set up.
All she would have to do was say yes.
But the fact that there were ‘others’ irritated me to no end.
I was no one’s option, period.
So, she had to go.
Adios. See you next lifetime.
As I watched her pick up her clothes and hurriedly dress while she called me everything but a child of God for throwing her out of my condo, I got to the point where there was nothing more to say.
I mean, really, what the fuck was there?
If I’d paid better attention, I could have fucked Kristen and been in post-orgasmic bliss right now while my body was reenergizing to go for round two.
Oh well, that’s what I get for trying to prove I could get some new pussy when my game was rusty as fuck.
It’s alright, though.
I got mine.
She got hers.
And in the words of DMX…
What these bitches want from a nigga?
~Cori~
“Come on, girls, we can do better than this!”
My girl Kyra was yelling at the top of her lungs over the music, trying to get the rest of us in line. We had been rehearsing for this gig we had downtown for the past few weeks, and we were all off sync. I think we all knew that a deal would be in the works if we impressed the producers over at RP Records, but it was causing us to press harder than usual.
The way we looked, we might as well have been booed at the Apollo Theatre, and Kyra was definitely not pleased with our effort.
“Look, I know you think that this deal can be wrapped up, but you need to get your heads right,” Kyra continued, finally turning the music off so she didn’t have to yell so loud.
“Relax, Kyra, it’s just an off night, that’s all,” that was Tracie, one of the other girls in our group, Cazhe. “We’ll be fine by tomorrow night.”
There were four of us: Kyra, who is our co-lead singer along with me; Tracie and Candace round out the group. Our manager, Cheryl, thought it would be a good idea to get us together as a group even though we were all solo artists. I guess in her mind she felt we could be an En Vogue type of group, but in my mind, there will never be another like those ladies.
“That’s your problem, T, you think that we can have an off night and everything will go smoothly,” Kyra fired back at her. “Well, what if we have an off night tomorrow? All this damn practicing that we’ve been doing will be wasted.”
“Okay, ladies, relax, let’s try to concentrate,” Cheryl watched us the whole time, trying to find the right moment to get us back on track. “The rep from RP said that the owner, Mr. Richton, will have his representatives, including his staff photographer, in attendance for the showcase.”
That got our attention.
Word had it that Mr. Richton rarely attended the showcases, but he trusted two people to let him know if an act was legit. One was his vice president, and the other was his top staff photographer, who had found a couple of platinum selling acts for him, but insisted on staying in the photography department because he wanted to become the company’s Director of Photography.
It was our job to impress those two people.
“Alright, I tell you what, let’s relax for tonight, we have been pushing a little bit,” I looked at the clock, and realized it was one in the morning, “Let’s call it for the night. We know the routines, and we know the songs, let’s just execute and get this contract, okay?”
“Alright, Cori, you’ve been right before,” Kyra backed down. She could be a hothead at times, but someone needed to keep things in line at times. I loved her for that.
“Good, because I don’t know about you girls, but I’ve got a taste for some wings from JR Crickets,” Tracie announced, rubbing her stomach. “Are you rolling with me, Cori?”
I needed to eat something, I hadn’t really eaten much that day, s
o I was good with making a stop by there to grab a chicken salad or something, maybe grab a wine cooler to help me sleep.
“Alright, I’ll roll and meet you there,” I told Tracie as we walked out of the studio. “See you ladies tomorrow night.”
It was a slow night for a Friday.
That’s saying a lot at this particular JR Crickets.
Considering Georgia Tech was right around the corner and even though the Varsity was right across the street, to be able to find a seat inside of that small diner was saying a lot.
We sat at the barstools up front after ordering what we wanted, and Tracie was already in rare form, flirting with one of the Tech football players to pass the time while I ignored his homeboy, who thought that I was supposed to fawn all over him because he was projected to be a first round pick in the upcoming NFL draft.
Whatever, I had no intentions of robbing the cradle, and he looked young enough to be my little brother.
I knew Tracie didn’t care because she was a dick tease anyway. She’d have that boy eating out the palm of her hand, promising him that the gold between her legs would be worth waiting a couple of weeks after the draft so he could fly her up to New York and give him the time of his life.
That is, until the order came up.
While I was listening to the shit that Tracie was absorbing and taking in from the kid, this man walks into the place like he owned it or something.
The arrogance on this dude was evident in his walk.
But his presence could not be denied.
Even the wait staff acted like he deserved their full attention, making sure that they spoke to him the minute they passed him.
To command that type of attention and all he was wearing was jeans and a polo shirt.
That got my attention.
Still, there was something about him that screamed at me that I did not want to get caught up, so I kept my distance, acting as if he wasn’t in the place.
His demeanor told me that he could have given a fuck.
Oh well, it’s whatever.
I came here for the wings and the salad.
Tracie’s attention was drawn to him, too. So much so that the youngster she was all into at the time all of a sudden faded to black. “Girl, what’s up with that fine piece of sexiness over there?”
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