I had an inkling of an idea that something was amiss when I spotted an unused, yellow legal notepad and a Parker pen sitting on the table. Before long, Trey’s mother was writing down everything I said. I couldn’t believe she was actually taking notes on what I was saying to her son. When I turned around and addressed her rude intrusion, she said something outlandish that made me feel as if I were on the second round of a job interview. I was amazed that she was serious, but when her shriveled up mother sat alongside of her like the member of a panel, I knew she wasn’t bluffing.
“Okay, Leslie, you will be read a series of questions. Since you will soon be a part of our lovely family, we’d like to get to know the real you. The only way we can do so is if we have a heart-to-heart talk and ask you everything that we’ve collectively discussed in a family meeting, and would like to know. I would greatly appreciate your cooperation. Now please pay attention and keep up. Do you owe any money for student loans? Is that your hair? Are you still employed as a teacher? Are you a faithful servant of the Lord? Have you ever smoked, puffed, or inhaled a marijuana cigarette, blunt, or any variation thereof? Are you a virgin? Can you cook, bake, and sew?”
While Trey’s mother paused awaiting my thoughtful replies, his nutty grandmother added something way over the top. “Would you submit to a polygraph exam? I see them things used on lawyer shows on TV—maybe that would be more accurate.”
“Ma—Grandma—easy on my wife-to-be. Stop it. You’re insulting her,” Trey said. “This is ridiculous,” he added.
“Something is wrong with someone who says they have no family. You ought to do a background check. She knows everything about your people, but what do you know about hers? We’ve met not one of her folks—that’s what’s ridiculous!” his mother added.
“No disrespect intended, but I’m a grown man with my own home,” Trey shot back. “I think I can pick a wife, and you must respect my choice. Please don’t do this. You can’t protect a forty plus year old man from life—it’s just not your place to try and control who I fall in love with.”
“I pushed you out and your grandmother did the same for me. I own you ’til death because I brought you into this world. If I need to, I can take you right on out. You’re not equally yoked. This woman isn’t a true woman of God—I know these things. Don’t be stupid. I have a right to express myself, and its no secret that I don’t like this little fast, hot in the tail girl you picked out. Her drawers aren’t golden. What is it you see in her that’s got your nose wide open like a hypnotized fool? If you marry her instead of a nice church girl, your life won’t end happily ever after,” Mabel said, ignoring my presence.
She had definitely said too much in my face, and I wasn’t going to hold Innocence back much longer.
“I’m not a child. Stop it, Momma.”
I put my hand up and interjected. “No, it’s fine. I’ll answer. Look you two—you’re messing with the wrong girl. I’ve tried to be respectful, but you’ve pushed me beyond my limit. My social security number is 212 . . .” I said, rambling off the numbers. “As you know, I’m a teacher. I earn $40,000 a year, before taxes, that is. I’m not a virgin. By no means am I rich, but I can more than cover the mortgage and light bill. The next matter I’d like to address is that I do like dick, and I’m not going to apologize for my appreciation of God’s precious art, otherwise known as the penis. To you, it may seem that I’m all worn out and used up for admitting that I’m not a prude, but rest assured, you can still put Leslie in a room of high-classed people or church folk. Furthermore, I attended church today, although I may miss a Sunday here and there.
“I do owe a few more payments on my student loan but Uncle Sam is well aware of my payment schedule. He and I get along well and are on speaking terms. I know what you may be thinking—I’m thirty and Trey is forty. In case you have it twisted, I’m not looking for a man to take care of me. I am an independent, educated woman, and there’s no reason that I can’t take care of myself. I don’t want to marry your precious Trey for his money or whatever you may feel would cause a younger woman to accept a ring from an older gentleman. If I wanted a sugar daddy to take care of me financially, I could’ve had one a long time ago.
“Next up, the hair issue—unlike the wigs you two are wearing, if and when I choose to style my hair with extensions, no one will know. As far as the pot smoking, I’ve considered taking a few tokes when I’ve been highly stressed, but I never have. Try it, you may like it. Then again, Momma Mabel, you can’t afford the munchies. With whatever sort of genes you have, you’d blow up just looking at a cupcake.
“I’m not trying to be rude here, but neither of you will be sticking your nose in my business, commenting on how I scrub my kitchen floor, my douching regimen, or how often I change my bed sheets. I will be marrying Trey, so wake up and accept that he picked me, and I said yes. I’m madly in love with him and his opinion is the only one that counts in my eyes.
“Now all of this is out of the way, we can talk about more important things. I’m starving. Is dinner almost ready? What’s on the menu, family?”
“Leslie, may I have a word with you outside?” Trey said, once I finished my tirade. He had the nerve to look upset.
I pushed the chair back, rose to my feet, and walked out behind him with my head held high. When we reached the comfort of the outdoors, all of his tension was released.
“What did you just do? What got into you?”
“What did I just do? Are you kidding, Trey? Those two bats started it. I could’ve said far worse things than what I did say.”
“They’re elders. I could’ve handled it. You were out of line to speak to my mother and grandmother that way.”
“I’m about to become your wife, and I’m telling you that if you don’t grow a dick and act like you know how to use it, we will have big problems. God should come first, and I should always come second,” I blurted out in one explosive breath.
I opened the door, walked back into the house, then sat at the table and pulled out my cell phone to play games on it while dinner was cooking. I did lose my temper but like I told Trey, I didn’t start it—they did.
While playing games on my phone, I heard the ring tone signaling a text message had been received. When I checked to see who’d sent something my way, I found out it was that damned Rico.
U SEEM SHY BUT 1 ON 1 U R DA BOMB! BTW, U GOT DA MOST SQUEEZABLE BOOTY! JUST WANTED 2 SEND YOU A TEXT 2 BRIGHTEN UR DAY.
Trey and his fan club were in the kitchen. His mother was letting him sample some homemade tomato-basil bisque off of a tablespoon, petting him up, and treating him like a punk in a dress as he raved over her cooking talents. Mabel continued to try to put a wedge between her son and I by letting him know she would keep plenty of home cooked food around, and that he had an open invitation for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I rolled my eyes wondering what he’d need me for. Trey was already too self-sufficient—almost to the point it made me feel ostracized—he didn’t need any help treating me as if he really didn’t need me. Since he didn’t seem to need me emotionally, physically, or mentally, I no longer craved the fullness of an ideal relationship.
Although I fought the feeling for a while, I had to admit to myself that his boy, Rico, turned me on about as much as Trey turned me off. Since no one was paying me any mind, my fingers began traveling to the middle of my skirt. I found myself reading text messages without feeling guilty, holding the phone with one hand, while rubbing myself through the fabric with the other.
IT’S ME AGAIN. GOT 2 HAVE YOU. I WANT 2 ROCK YOUR WORLD ALL DAY LONG. MAKE SOME TIME 4 ME. GET AT ME WHEN YOU READ THIS.
The more messages Rico sent my way, the dirtier they got, and the more I touched myself, fighting off the desire to hunt for an orgasm. He was bold, decisive and daring—Rico was my kind of player.
I looked to the left and the right, closed my phone, and then took it with me to the bathroom. After I shut and locked the door, I feverishly stripped down to my panties. I sat
down on top of the toilet, squeezing my thighs together, continuing to allow him to turn me on. I stuck one of my fingers in my mouth, imagining that I was sucking cock, as I continued to read several more messages from Rico. When the moistness between my legs began flowing faster, I deleted the messages, shut my phone, and began to dress. Then, I made a fatal mistake and opened it once more. I found an erotic picture of Rico’s beautiful erect penis staring at me.
U NEED INCENTIVE. PERHAPS FOREPLAY WILL DO. WHAT HE DOES, U KNOW I’LL DO 5X’S BETTER. LET’S B FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS. U’LL HAVE THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS.
His words were enticing. I found myself responding by licking my breasts, walking over to the mirror to play with myself while typing a reply in between. Watching my body in the mirror heightened my arousal so much that I removed the bobby pins from my bun, shook my hair loose, and let if fall on my shoulders. I felt free, adventurous and sexy.
Rico kept sending texts, telling me what to do, and I’d send replies back. I liked what he brought out in me. I set my phone down then palmed my ass with one hand while fingering myself with the other. When I heard footsteps approach the door, I quickly picked up my cell phone and hid it behind the shower curtain.
“Leslie, are you okay?” Trey asked. I didn’t answer. “Just because I’m mad at you doesn’t mean that I don’t love you,” he said softly.
“I’m fine,” I answered through the door in a snappy tone.
“Are you sick? Open the door. I want to make sure you’re all right.” I drank exotic fantasies from a fountain of lust that Rico created. As they danced through my head, I quickly opened the door. Although Trey often told me he thought oral sex was nasty thing for me to do after our engagement, I was determined to prove that he’d enjoy it once again. I dropped to my knees, pulled Trey in by his hand, unbuckled his pants, and licked him from him from his asshole to his balls. At first, he tried to push my head away. His body twitched a little as his tool grew; reminding me that he was a pretty big dicked brutha, he put up far less resistance. Leaning forward I prompted Trey to slide his thick, long meat into my mouth. A warm feeling covered my body as I moved my head back and forth, enjoying the taste of him. Trey was on the cusp of erupting and I wanted to make him cum until he felt too weak to walk. Seeing him turned on gave me pleasure, and I yearned to remind him all about the joys of having spontaneous sex with me.
Suddenly his mood shifted back to a distant, frigid place. “This is my parent’s house. I can’t do this. No way.”
“That’s just some weak excuse. You liked it, I could tell. I need you. Please, Trey, let me. I really need to do this to you,” I begged, nearly in tears from feeling sheer agony.
Trey pushed me away from him, muttering something about this house was sacred ground. So much for the thrill of getting off in a taboo place—homeboy wasn’t having it.
“Get dressed, Leslie. We really shouldn’t be having sex before we get married. In fact, as of this second, we’re not going to any longer. Now I’ve got to get back to the kitchen before someone comes looking for us,” he said, stuffing his privates back in his slacks.
“You mean looking for you, not us,” I shot back angrily.
I knew this wasn’t how love was supposed to be. I was sexually frustrated and felt emotionally distanced from someone I wanted to give myself to in every way. After Trey left, I rinsed out my mouth, put on my clothes, fixed my hair back into a tight bun, and returned to the table. When I did, there was a totally different vibe. To my surprise, Rico was seated on one of those plastic lined dining room chairs holding a square piece of cornbread in his right hand. I gulped and tried not to panic.
“We said grace without you because you took so long,” Mabel said in a hostile tone.
I ignored her gastric bypass needing ass because I was caught off guard by Rico’s stunt. I sat nestled in between my man and my piece of forbidden fruit. From the moment I took my seat,, things got a whole lot hotter. I trembled inside and knew I wouldn’t be able to eat with Rico in my personal space.
After I made my plate, Rico began copping a feel on my legs with his left hand while he ate with his right. Quick brushes turned into him lifting my skirt and rubbing steadily between my thighs until I grew sticky. I wanted to moan, grab him, and beg him to take me higher, but my hands were tied. When he began kicking my chair I came up with a plan.
“Trey, I feel ill.”
“If you need a ride, I’ll take you home Leslie. It’s not everyday that Trey gets to eat his momma’s good cooking,” Rico responded quickly.
“You okay, Les?” Trey asked with concern.
“I’ll be okay, baby. I just need to lay down in the comfort of my own place. If it’s okay with you, I’ll take Rico up on his offer so you can spend time with your family.”
“Thanks, man. Call me when you get home, Les,” Trey said.
I couldn’t believe he would allow another man to take me home. Suddenly, I felt justified for wanting Rico to change my oil, since my own man could let me slip way so easily, especially knowing I was feeling horny and insulted. No one else said goodbye, and I was headed out the door with Rico, who was as smooth as butter.
6
Mr. Right Now
As soon as we drove away, I began unleashing my frustration on Rico. I was angry that Trey announced we’d be going from sparse sex to none at all . . . at least until our big day.
“Are you crazy, showing up like that and doing that shit under the table!” I screamed in Rico’s ear with hostility. When he smirked I truly felt like slapping him silly.
“You ran across my mind, and I care about your needs. I wanted to see you . . . you know you want some more of this.” He smelled good, and I hated him for it. My anger was beginning to transform into lust. “How could you stay away so long, when I was the one who set your body free? I thought you were in need of sexual healing . . . how amazing,” Rico said. He was oozing with cockiness and sex appeal and made my defenses melt.
“It’s only been a few days. I let you hit it one time, and you think you’ve got it like that? I slept with you because you’re close to Trey, and I was angry at him for neglecting me, not because of anything else. So stop smothering a sister ’cause she gave you a little bit,” I said, playing it off. Rico was a tough act to follow but he didn’t need to know how my thankful body was already craving another orgasm, another session of slam, bam, thank Rico the fuck buddy man.
“I do have it like that. You’re full of shit—you know you’d rather be with me. I’m taking you for a nice, long ride so you can relax and fix that bad attitude of yours,” he said, pressing the button to put the top down on his sea green convertible BMW.
Rico used a remote control to crank a rap tune, and I crossed my arms. As the wind gently caressed my face, Rico kept looking over in my direction. He took a back way toward my house and the car hugged each curve as he shifted gears. I drank the sunshine, closing my eyes on and off. That’s when I realized I recognized the familiar rap tune that was playing. Apparently it was Blaze’s new single—the one that he performed before attacking my booty hole at the mansion. According to the radio disc jockey, it was a hot new single that was climbing the charts. How’s that for irony?
“Get your damn hand off my leg, Rico,” I snapped. Inside, I loved how his hand felt there. It got me hot and bothered.
“You know you like it. You can lie to yourself, but what you really want is a man like me who can keep it up all night. As you know, I’m man enough to tame that freak pussy. Now take that off,” he said, tugging at my skirt.
“What?”
“You heard me. Like the Nike slogan says, ‘Just do it,’” he said as his right hand traveled up my leg.
The wetness began to flow, and I fell back into the place he took me when I masturbated in the bathroom at Trey’s mother’s house. I unbuttoned my skirt, wiggled out of it, and then pulled it toward the floor. Rico unfastened his pants and freed his penis. I was blown away by the fact that unlike Trey, he was s
o open with his body. They seemed like opposites in almost every way. Trey still covered himself up with a towel around his waist after showering, hiding himself from my eyes. Rico, on the other hand, was a free spirit and I loved that. I felt like I’d jump over mountaintops to get my hands on Rico. I buried my face in his lap and gave him pleasure as he reached an open highway. He kicked up his speed to about eighty miles per hour, and the danger of the sex game we were playing ignited the risk-taker in me.
“Keep your eyes on the road,” I said, coming up for air. “Drive steady.”
“Mmm. Oh Leslie, yo me gusto,” he whined.
When we approached a light, a nosey truck driver kept looking down into the car, staring at the game we were playing in our own private world. I casually glanced upward in his direction, then kept my head low while licking Rico’s shaft up and down, putting on a free show for the trucker. All I can manage to say is that Rico was giving me the ride of my life, but the fun wasn’t over—not even a little bit. I didn’t realize that I’d have to finish what I started, until right then.
“Take off your top, let your hair loose, and get ready to get fucked,” Rico said, emphasizing the last word.
“Oh, hell yeah. I like the sound of that,” I said as we pulled into an isolated park.
By the time I loosened up, it was nearly pitch black outside. The stars were twinkling, and Rico’s spontaneous idea of having hot public sex awakened the freakiest part of me. I found myself craving his touch all over again, as I watched him tune in to a jazz station and turn off the head lights. Next, he walked around to open my car door and I got out of his ride butt naked. Rico lightly manhandled me, pushing me onto the hood of the car before thrusting himself in me just as his pants dropped to his ankles. I continued looking at the luminous stars and drinking the mellow tones of soft jazz. Rico pumped me and made me moan over and over again. I felt my nipples harden and my mind wandered. At that moment, I felt Rico had to be the most passionate brother on the face of this great big and wide earth. Although I wanted to immediately smother him with affection, I remembered that I was supposed to call Trey.
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