by Zane
Just as I was walking out of an African clothing store, it started to pour. I stood in the shop’s doorway for shelter, hoping the rainstorm would quickly pass so I could head on back to campus before dark. Two Hispanic women joined me under the awning and started speaking Spanish to one another. I couldn’t make out a thing they were saying, which was a shame considering I took Spanish in junior high.
I saw a couple across the street coming out of the grocery store. The guy was tall with a head full of dreadlocks. I had never seen him before but I recognized the woman.
“Olive!” I shouted out. She didn’t even turn in my direction, it was obvious she couldn’t hear me over the rain. I tried again to no avail. “Olive!”
They made their way down the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street. I decided it was now or never to try to reconcile with her for my behavior. I left the covering and tried to shield my head with my backpack. I sprinted across the street, barely dodging a souped-up Chevy that was flying down the street. The driver tooted his horn and the group of teenage boys in the car starting whistling and yelling sexual innuendoes at me out the window.
I ignored them and searched for Olive and her companion who had gotten lost in the crowd. I continued in the direction they had been headed and was about to give up when I saw them about a hundred feet away turning a corner. She had her arm intertwined with his and I wondered if he was her lover.
I made it to the corner and hesitated when I realized it was an alleyway. It was dirty, concealed, and looked like something out of a gangster film. One of those alleys that people went down, never to be seen or heard from again.
I was about to turn around when I heard a woman giggling through the rain. I deduced it had to be Olive laughing and slowly walked deeper into the alley. There were two tall, brick apartment buildings, one on each side, and clothes were hanging on lines stretched from one side to the other, getting more soaked than they were when the tenants hung them up to dry.
I passed a trash Dumpster and almost jumped out of my skin when someone grabbed my ankle. I looked down and there was a homeless man—holding onto me. He flashed a toothless grin at me and with his free hand took a swig from a bottle of malt liquor.
“Please let go of me,” I pleaded.
He let out this hideous laugh and then freed me.
I broke out in a run then, toward Olive and her friend. Looking back at it now, I’m not sure why I didn’t run back the other way toward the crowded street. The drunken man scared me. So I was compelled to run toward someone who was familiar. Even if it was Olive. I wasn’t thinking clearly in that moment.
I ran past an open door and backtracked when I heard Olive’s voice. I went down some steps and followed the sound of her voice. They led into a dank basement of some sort.
“I had to see you today.”
“Really? Why is that?” her male companion asked.
“That damn PID again.” She giggled. Her friend started laughing. I wondered what she was talking about.
“Well, let’s just see if we can do something about that,” he said as I turned a corner and spotted them against a back wall.
Besides them the place was empty. The only light was coming from a couple of broken windows. Water gushing from a drainpipe was the only sound besides their voices.
I was about to speak when Olive grabbed the guy by the back of the head and pulled him closer to her, shoving her tongue into his mouth.
I was frozen in place, torn between saying something and leaving. But I was still too scared to go back out in the alley past that horrid man.
The couple didn’t see me. They were too busy ripping each other’s clothes off. They didn’t completely undress but the guy pulled Olive’s trench coat off her shoulders and then ripped the buttons off her blouse, exposing her bra. He reached into her bra and pulled one breast out, then the other. Then he pushed them together so he could suckle on them together.
I remained frozen in my tracks.
He picked Olive up and walked over to the drainpipe with her legs wrapped around his torso. Water cascaded down on the two as she pulled his sweatshirt out of the band of his jeans, up and over his head.
Olive opened her eyes for a second and I was sure I was cold busted but she quickly closed them again. She started moaning as the man licked her breast.
I was weak in the knees but found enough strength in my legs to take a few steps backward. I almost screamed as I felt something run across my foot. A huge rat scampered away. Having grown up on a farm, I wasn’t afraid of rats, so I relaxed. I was used to any type of rodent or animal imaginable, even snakes.
While I knew I had no business watching what happened next, I simply couldn’t help myself. Olive unwrapped her legs from the man. Then he lifted her skirt up around her hips and ripped her satin panties off. He stayed down on his knees in front of her. Her back against a wall, she lifted one thigh up, then the other, onto his shoulders. He buried his head between her thighs.
This was the first time I had ever seen pussy-eating firsthand. Clarence and I had never ventured there. Trevor claimed he was going to, but in the three weeks of our sleeping together he had yet to back up his promises. This sex scene unfolding before my eyes was such a turn-on that I let my backpack tumble to the ground. I began to caress my nipples between my thumbs and forefingers through my sweater.
Olive moaned louder and I got hornier. I couldn’t take it anymore. I backed up against a wall, reached between my legs with my right hand, and rubbed my clit through my leggings.
I kept my eyes trained on the man and what he was doing to Olive. Then, I spotted it. I don’t know when he released the monstrosity from his jeans but he did. It was the biggest dick I had ever seen anywhere. In person, in magazines, in porn flicks. Anywhere.
I started gasping for breath—and tried to refrain from moaning. I pulled the top of my leggings down with one hand so I could slip the other one down the front. I found my own wetness and started furiously rubbing myself, skin against skin.
At that point I stopped watching the two of them and shut my eyes. I got lost in my own little world of ecstasy and imagined the man doing such sensual things to me; to my body. I palmed my left breast with my free hand. Soon, I could feel cum trickling down onto my fingertips buried deep into the crotch of my pants.
Now, I let myself moan. I came like I never had before, forgetting all about Olive and her lover until…
I opened my eyes after I had exploded and they stood there together, her breasts and his dick exposed, glaring at me with disdain.
“I don’t freakin’ believe this shit!” Olive screamed. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
I pulled my hand out of my pants and struggled to find my tongue. “Olive, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…” I blurted out.
Olive walked over, grabbed me by my hair and started yanking it. I pushed her in the stomach. Her friend had followed her and lifted her up in the air, forcing her to let me go.
“Cynda, calm down,” he instructed. He had the deepest, sexiest voice and he was gorgeous—even better looking up close. I had never been attracted to men with dreadlocks, the few I had seen. But he was all that. “Leave her be! And who is Olive?”
“Leave her be? Leave her be?” Olive said, kicking her legs up in the air, trying to break free from his grasp. “I’m going to kick her countrified ass!”
I yanked my backpack up from the ground and headed for the doorway, no longer concerned about the drunken bastard beside the Dumpster. “Please don’t tell Patricia!” I yelled out as I turned the corner.
I ran down the alley and halfway back to campus before I slowed down. I found myself in a neighborhood I didn’t recognize and parked myself at a bus stop, getting drenched while I caught my breath. A Metro bus headed to Union Station pulled up. I hopped on, got off at Union Station, and sat in the eatery nursing cups of hot cocoa for the remainder of the evening. I was too petrified to go back to campus and face Patricia. Olive was probabl
y camped out in front of my door or, worse yet, across the hall in Patricia’s room telling her everything.
Ultimately, when the eatery shut down I had to go back to campus. I was shaking like a leaf the entire cab ride back to the dorm. I scurried inside, ran up the back steps so I wouldn’t meet anyone in the elevator, and hid in my room with the covers over my head. I finally managed to fall asleep around two in the morning, but not before I masturbated again. I came all over the sheets thinking about that sexy-ass man in dreads.
10
Olive
“Damn,” I hissed underneath my breath, glancing down at my silver Giorgio Armani watch. I had gotten Mary Ann’s class schedule by going to the administration office and pretending it was a family emergency. I pretended to be her older sister and they fell for it. Dumb asses! It was well after three and her Antitrust Law class was running over schedule. It didn’t matter though. I had no intention of leaving until I schooled her little country-bumpkin ass about a few things.
I started pacing up and down the marble hallway of the Marshall Memorial Building. The three-inch heels of my black leather pumps echoed loudly in the deserted corridor.
“Dammit, what’s taking so long!” I was past frustrated and way past pissed. Thank goodness my academic years were behind me. No more sitting in cold auditoriums for this righteous sister, listening to boring-ass professors, and trying to stay awake.
After spending my residency eating Snickers bars from the vending machines for dinner and enduring thirty-six-hour shifts in the emergency room of D.C. General, my medical practice was finally beginning to take off. That dues-paying shit is for the birds!
My days of handling gunshot victims and stitching up stab wounds, dealing with trauma victims who didn’t give a damn whether they lived or died themselves, and treating horny-ass prisoners from the D.C. jail who would rather get a quickie than medical treatment, were all a thing of the past.
Since then, I had hit pay dirt, dealing in tummy tucks and breast implants. I made a killing off people who refused to be satisfied with what nature gave them. Nothing beats having a successful medical practice. Well, almost nothing!
I leaned against the wall and grinned, reminiscing about the naughty things I did the day before. My plan had gone off as smooth as silk until Mary Ann’s trifling, holier-than-thou ass showed up. How dare she invade my privacy like that? Granted, it was kind of an exposed area but her ass followed me and that shit simply wouldn’t be tolerated.
There I was getting my freak da hell on, getting my pussy out of distress, fucking the daylights out of that ole boy, relieving some tension from dealing with Gladys Wallingford—a seventy-year-old patient who was convinced I could make her look twenty again—getting sexed out, when Little Miss Innocent reared her ugly head. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her ass.
While I waited my pantyhose started itching my inner thighs. I wished I had on thigh-high stockings so I could’ve easily slipped them bad boys off. It was hot as hell in D.C. for October, and it’s a shame I even had to wear hose at all in that weather.
I inched my skirt up a little to scratch the itch, trying to be inconspicuous, and wouldn’t you know it. I saw an ugly-ass bama with shaving bumps all over his damn face walking down the hall toward me, trying to get his peek on. I lowered my skirt and rolled my eyes, letting him know his ass better not even try to step to me. He walked past me, sucking on his teeth like I was a bucket of KFC before he continued on down the hall. He was all too obvious in turning around to size up my ass. Who gives a shit? I do have one hell of an ass.
The double doors to Auditorium C finally swung open and peeps started flying out of there like refugees from the Cambodian regime. I smirked, remembering all too well the feeling of relief I used to have once class let out.
Mary Ann was one of the last ones to exit class. She was walking with the professor, some man that looked old enough to be my great-great-great-grandaddy. It figured that she was trying to be the teacher’s pet. She probably used to take apples to her elementary-school teachers and other country shit like that. “Mary Ann, can I have a word with you?”
She was stunned. “Umm, sure, Olive.” She looked at her professor and forced a smile. “Thanks for helping me with those equations, Professor Wallington.”
“No problem.”
Mary Ann said nothing more until the professor and the rest of the students cleared out down the hall. I started to cold-bust her in front of everyone: ask her how it felt to play with her coochie while she was watching me fuck.
“What’s up, Olive?” she finally asked, obviously on the brink of a nervous breakdown. “I’m surprised to see you here.” I grabbed her by the arm and forced her back into the classroom. “What’s wrong with you? Are you nuts?”
“Hell naw, I’m not nuts! Are you?” She feigned innocence but she was not even fooling me. “What in the hell did you think you were doing yesterday?”
“I—I—um.”
“Yes?”
“I was just trying to say hello to you. I saw you on the street before you turned into the alley.”
“Yeah, right,” I snidely replied.
“Seriously,” she professed. “I saw you coming out of a grocery store and I followed you down the alley so I could say hello. We had that little run in at your place before when I came to the meeting and I wanted to try to apologize, to bond with you.”
“Bond with me?” Was this chica for real? “How is watching me get my freak on and masturbating trying to bond?”
Tears welled up in her eyes. “I’m so ashamed. Please don’t tell Patricia. I wouldn’t be able to look her in the face ever again.”
I had her right where I wanted her. “You listen to me. Don’t you ever spy on me again. If you’re so sexually oppressed that you have to get yourself off while you watch another sistah get some, then that’s a personal problem. Get your jollies off watching someone else.”
Something changed in her facial expression and it was halfway scary. She got all up in my face. “You really think you’re all that, don’t you?”
“I know I’m all that,” I replied cause dammit, I am.
“I wasn’t turned on by watching you. It’s not like you did anything earth-shattering. Even I can do better than that.”
“Really?”
“Word up?”
Damn, she was beginning to talk like she was from the hood! “Then why were you over there digging your fingers all in your pussy?” I asked. “How come, huh? How come?”
“Because…”
“Because what?”
She backed away and sat down in one of the seats in the back row of the classroom. “Because I liked the way that guy was touching you.”
“Remarkable,” I whispered before I realized the word had even formed on my lips.
“What’s remarkable?”
“Never mind.” It dawned on me that she might be APF material after all. I still thought she was all shit and shinola though. There was only one way to get to the bottom of things. “So, you liked the way that ole boy was working me over, huh?” I tried to sound a tad more friendly.
“It was interesting.” I sat down in the row in front of her and rotated my hips in the chair so I could face her. “He seemed very experienced.”
“Would you like to fuck him, Mary Ann?” I stared her dead in the eyes to gauge her reaction.
“Wha-wha-what? Are you crazy?” she stuttered, fidgeting in her seat.
“Why does asking the question make me crazy? You did say you liked the way he fucked me. Don’t you want him to fuck you like that?”
She lowered her eyes to her knees. “No, I could never do something like that. Isn’t he your boyfriend?”
I fell out laughing. “Hell no, I would never let you or anyone else fuck my boyfriend. Drayton is just my piece of dick on the side.”
She darted her eyes back up at me. “Piece of dick on the side?”
“Yes. Men do it all the time. They commit themselves in a
serious relationship with one woman and then fuck about five or six other ones every chance they get.”
She giggled nervously. “That must be a city thing.”
“Just admit it,” I said, about to issue a challenge. “You’re scared shitless.”
“Scared of what?”
“Scared of fucking a real man. I bet you’re used to two-minute brothas that are only concerned with getting their own nut off instead of pleasing you.” I could tell by her expression that I had not only hit the nail on the head but all the way through the fucking head board. “Come on, Mary Ann. Live a little. Drayton would love to rock your world. He’s already said as much.”
She sat up on the edge of her seat. “What did he say about me?”
“He just asked who you were and why you ran off so quickly after we caught you playing with your little coochie coo. He was hoping we could get a little threesome going.”
Fear flashed across her face. “Don’t worry, honey. I’m strictly dickly, Mary Ann. We could take turns with Drayton though. That is, if you’re woman enough.”
Mary Ann bit her bottom lip but refused to respond. I glanced at my watch and realized I had a client due in my office in less than thirty minutes. I tugged at one of Mary Ann’s notebooks until she let it go. I opened it and scribbled down an address on a blank piece of paper.
“Meet me at this address tonight at ten,” I instructed her. “If you’re not there, then so be it.”
“Whose address is this?” She stared at the piece of paper.
“Take a wild guess.” I winked at her and then got up. I turned to look at her before I let the classroom door close. “Remarkable,” was all I had left to say.
