by Zane
11
Mary Ann
Boy, did I stick my foot in my mouth or what? Or was it more like my entire leg and one of my butt cheeks for good measure! I should have told Olive there was no way on this earth I was meeting her anywhere. But noooo, I had to “go there” as Patricia would put it. Telling Olive she had no sex skills when I didn’t have any my damn self.
I left class that afternoon and literally barricaded myself in my room. I pushed my bed and my dresser up against the door, then crawled up in the fetal position in a corner and drew the blinds. My knees were shaking, my hands were trembling, and my eyes had this uncontrollable blinking action going on.
About 8 P.M., I was sick of hiding out. My stomach was growling something terrible as well. It sounded like a freight train was barreling through the dorm. I unblocked the door and walked across the street to a deli; dinner service in the cafeteria ended at seven. I got a honey turkey club on rye and found a quiet table in the rear.
Two couples came in a few minutes later. I noticed how lovey-dovey they were and it made me wonder if Trevor and I would ever be like that. Trevor didn’t believe in showing affection in public. His reasons probably had much to do with having been intimate with half the women in our campus community. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. If Trevor could do whatever he wished, if men in general can do whatever they wish, then why can’t women?
Something came over me. I was about to do the craziest thing imaginable, at least in my mind. I suddenly felt daring. I wanted to find out what it would be like to be freaky, if only for one night.
I dug through my purse for the address Olive had given me. My fingers were trembling so badly when I pulled the slip of paper out that I dropped it on the floor. As I reached down to get it, I heard someone say, “Here alone?”
I glanced up and saw an older man standing about a foot from my table.
“Yes, I’m here alone.”
While not an expert at pick-up lines, I didn’t think his was one commonly used in diners. A lot of people eat alone but rarely go to clubs solo.
“Mind if I sit down?” he asked.
“Actually, I’m about to leave,” I responded quickly. After taking a better look at him and catching a good whiff of his body odor, I decided that I would never fuck a man like him. Not even for bone marrow.
I got up from the table and headed toward the trash can with my tray of leftovers so I could dump it all.
“Well, maybe some other time,” I heard him call after me.
On my way out the door, I got a second wind and a determination to follow through and make that night count for something special. I was trying to flag down a taxi and it occurred to me that I didn’t have any condoms. Though I was willing to try freaky sex, I wasn’t about to have unsafe sex, and I couldn’t rely on Olive and her “piece of dick” having them. I dashed across the street to the drugstore and picked up a three-pack. A taxi was miraculously turning the corner just as I exited the store.
Twenty minutes later, the car pulled up in front of an apartment building in Northwest D.C. I cautiously made my way down the hallway and rapped lightly on the correct door. It swung open within seconds.
There stood sexy-ass Drayton grinning at me. “Looking for Cynda?”
“Who?”
“Cynda.”
“Oh yeah, Cynda,” I said, remembering that was the name he had called her down that alleyway.
“Come on in,” he said, moving aside.
I entered and was surprised to see that his place was so basic. There was a cheap-looking sofa in the middle of the floor and an old, well-worn metal dinette set. The walls were bare except for a Bob Marley poster and a large, felt wall hanging of a marijuana leaf.
It was no surprise then that he soon produced a blunt, or rather the shell of a cigar and packed it with marijuana. He lit it up and asked, “Want to smoke up?”
“Uh, no, thanks.” I noticed a door open down the small hallway. “Is Oli—I mean Cynda back there?”
“Yeah, she’s here.” He took a long hit of the weed and exhaled. “She’s taking a quick shower. I like my pussy clean.”
“Oh,” I said nervously. “Is that right?”
“Damn right! Is your pussy clean?”
I was insulted. His comments were so demeaning and, at the same time, he was turning me on big time. “Why would the hygienic state of my pussy concern you?”
He laughed. “Don’t play silly games. We both know why you’re here.”
“So tell me. Why am I here?”
“Because Cynda hooked it up.” He came closer to me and exhaled smoke in my face. “She said you loved the way I blew her back out.”
“Loved is a strong word,” I lashed out at him. “But I did find it interesting.”
He chortled and took a step back. “Where’s your man? I’m sure a fine piece of ass like you has men beating down the door.”
“My man is minding his business. Why don’t you follow suit and mind yours?”
“Ooh, you’re feisty. I like that.”
Drayton went over to a small stereo system and threw a twelve-inch on his turntable. I didn’t recognize the song but it was some serious reggae. He started gyrating his hips to the music and I couldn’t help but stare as he put on a seductive striptease dance for me. He pulled off his white tee and there were muscles rippling for days. Then he kicked off his shoes to reveal bare feet that looked as smooth as silk; just like the rest of him. Next came his pants. He wore no underwear. His dick was gigantic. I didn’t remember it being quite that big. I tried to hold in the “Damn” that escaped my lips.
Drayton plopped down on his rinky-dink sofa and announced, “It’s your turn!”
“My turn?” I sat back in my seat. “Where’s Cynda?” I had no intention of stripping in front of a stranger. I had never done that for Trevor or even Clarence when I was still back home. “What’s taking her so long?” I asked, attempting to change the subject.
“Cynda will be out here when she gets out here. Now take it all off, baby.”
“I would really rather wait for Cynda to come out here.”
“Why’s that? You want her to freak all over you too?”
“No, nothing like that,” I replied, trying to buy some time. “I’d just feel more comfortable with her in here.”
He snickered. “Yeah, right.”
He got up from the sofa and came toward me. I shuddered for a few seconds when he touched my shoulder. Then his hand dropped to my breast and he started rubbing my nipple through my blouse.
“Don’t be nervous, baby.” He winked at me and licked his lips. “By the way, what’s your name?”
Since Olive was using a fake name for whatever reason, I decided it would be best for me to follow suit. I was drawing a blank though, so I used a line from one of the hooker movies I’d seen on television. “What do you want my name to be?”
He took a deep breath. “Okay, whatever. Your name doesn’t matter. I just hope you’re not here to play silly games.”
Suddenly, I felt revitalized with purpose. Drayton was right. I had showed up at his place on a dare, even though I doubt he knew that. There he was buck naked, ready to “blow my back out” and I was acting like a virgin schoolgirl. It was time for me to either put up or shut up.
I knocked his hand from my breast. “I’m not here to play games.”
I unbuttoned my blouse and slipped it off, letting it dangle from my waist. I slid the zipper down in the front of my bra and exposed my breasts. He seemed pleased because he grinned and returned to his sofa so he could seemingly admire the view.
“Are these what you wanted to see?” I asked.
“Those are a good start. Now let’s see the rest of you.”
I knelt down to untie my boots and then kicked them off one at a time. Then I finished taking my blouse off and slid out of my leggings. The only thing I had left on were a pair of white cotton panties.
“You’re a fine bitch!” Drayton sai
d.
“Hey, you can say just about anything to me but never call me a bitch again!” I stated with disdain. He was sexy with a big-ass dick but no man was going to call me a bitch.
He rolled his eyes. “Sorry, baby. That turns some sisters on.”
“Well, not this one.”
Drayton spread his legs and his hard dick stood up between them like a missile. “Come over here and meet my friend.”
“He doesn’t look too friendly. In fact, he looks like he can do some serious damage.”
“Ahh, I promise he’ll be gentle,” Drayton said mockingly. “You’re not scared of him, are you?”
The fact of the matter was that I was scared shitless but I also wanted to know what he would feel like inside of me. Trevor popped into my head for a moment and I felt a twinge of guilt.
Drayton sighed impatiently and glanced at his bedroom door. “Are we going to do this or not?”
His gesture toward the door made me remember Olive. I had forgotten she was there. I was determined to go through with it, if for no other reason than to keep her from having something to throw in my face. Then again, fucking Drayton would also give her something to throw in my face. I just hoped she never told Patricia. Whatever would she think of me?
I went over and sat beside him on the couch. He leaned over and slid his tongue into my mouth. His kiss was aggressive, something I wasn’t quite used to. Everything about him was aggressive. Before I knew it, he had my panties off, had himself situated in between my legs with my heels facing the ceiling, and he was entering me inch by inch.
I pushed him away. “No, you have to wear a condom.”
He grinned, got up off the couch and walked over to his entertainment center. He reached behind a speaker and pulled out a little black box. After snapping it open, he removed a condom, ripped the packet open with his teeth and eased it on his dick.
After coming back to the couch, Drayton palmed one of my breasts and sucked on my nipple to divert my attention from the fact that he was stretching my pussy to its limit. I moaned, half in ecstasy and half in pain. What in the hell had I gotten myself into?
Olive
That little slut! Trying to put up a front like she was so timid. I peeked out the bedroom door and saw Drayton fucking the hell out of the country bumpkin. Even though Drayton was just a piece of dick to me, I still wasn’t too thrilled about sharing it; especially with her. But it was kind of interesting. After all, she did actually have the nerve to show up. Maybe Patricia was onto something after all.
I had listened to their conversation from the second Mary Ann had come into the apartment. I didn’t want to go out there because I figured she would chicken out or something. I never expected her to come, much less strip down to her drawers and let him tap that ass.
I had the shower on, as a cover, and the steam was emitting from the bathroom door into the bedroom. The heat from the shower and watching them get it on made me kind of horny. It was almost like one of our APF freak nights except I wasn’t getting busy myself.
Drayton pulled out after about ten minutes and flipped Mary Ann over so he could tap that ass doggy-style. My personal favorite when it comes to positions. Mary Ann dug her nails into the armrest of the sofa, like she was holding on for dear life. She had obviously been fucked before but it was also obvious that Drayton was laying something on her she had never experienced—the good dick. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to get off. I laid down on the bed, reached into my purse and pulled out Jiggy, my silver-plated vibrator, slid my red satin panties to the side, placed him on my clit, and got jiggy with myself until I came.
After I was done, I got back up and went to the door to see what the two of them were doing. Good thing I did because Drayton was saying that he wanted to taste her. Oh, no. That shit was not about to happen. I swung the door open and walked over to the couch.
“Um, I think that’s enough,” I said nastily.
They both looked up at me. Drayton had this big grin on his face and Mary Ann’s eyes were glazed over. She took a deep breath, like she had forgotten I was there.
“Did you have fun, freak?” I asked her.
She knocked Drayton off her, got up and started scrambling for her clothes.
“Answer me, freak. Did you have fun?”
Drayton grabbed my wrist. “Ease up, Cynda. You’re the one that set this up. Don’t tell me you’re jealous.”
“That would make your fucking day, wouldn’t it?” I asked him, pulling my wrist away. “Sorry, but I’m not jealous. Just bored.”
Drayton stood up on his knees on the couch, and pulled me by the waist toward him as I leaned over the back of the couch. He sucked on my neck. “I have something for your boredom. You know you’re still my number one.”
Hmph, I thought. He damn sure wasn’t my number one. “Drayton, I’m about to go.”
He moved his head down to my breasts and started biting them gently in turn. “You can’t go. You and I have business to take care of.”
“Looks like you already handled your business for tonight,” I said, glaring at Mary Ann who looked like a kid with her hand caught in a cookie jar.
Drayton laughed. “See, you are jealous.”
Mary Ann didn’t say a word. She dressed and exited out the door. I started to go after her but decided against it. On one hand, I couldn’t believe she’d fucked him. On the other hand, I was proud as hell of her for letting go of whatever inhibitions she might have had before she showed up.
“Remarkable,” I whispered aloud.
“Yes, we are remarkable together,” Drayton whispered back as he tried to get my panties lowered.
I smirked at him. “You talk so much shit. Shut up and eat my pussy.”
“Serve it up!”
12
Patricia
“Mary Ann, why are you avoiding me?” It took me almost three hours to track the ole girl down. I finally found her lurking in the stacks at the law library.
She gazed up at me, trying to look naive and innocent. “What do you mean?”
“Oh, come off it, don’t play with me.”
“I’m serious.” She took off her eyeglasses, which up to that point I didn’t even know she wore, and placed them on the oak table beside a pile of books. “What are you talking about?”
I sat down across the table from her and stared her ass down. “I’m talking about the fact that I hardly ever see you anymore.”
“That’s because I’ve been spending a lot of time over Trevor’s.” I rolled my eyes. They were really taking the shit a little too far.” He’s asked me to move in with him next semester.”
“You’ve got to be shittin’ me!” I forgot all about being in the library. A couple of students sitting at another table started glaring at us. I threw them an evil leer.
“No, he really did,” Mary Ann whispered.
“This is asinine.” I couldn’t hold in my opinion a second longer. “You need to dump his ass with a quickness and find a real man.”
“Trevor is a real man and he’s very good to me.”
I rolled my eyes again and smacked my lips for added effect. “Your life. Your mistakes. Your drama.”
“Maybe you should just go.” She picked her glasses back up and put them on. “I have tons of studying to do. I’ve been falling behind lately.”
“Okay, whatever.” I got up from the table. “I was just trying to be your friend.”
“I know and I appreciate everything you and Olive have done for me.”
“Olive?” I was stunned. “What the hell has Olive ever done for you? You only met her that one time and, even then, she came off extremely nasty toward you.”
“You’re right,” Mary Ann uttered. “I have no idea why I even said that.” She glanced at her watch and then started gathering her books. “I really have to go. I have class in fifteen minutes.” I knew her ass was lying. Two seconds earlier, she was insisting that I leave so she could study. “We’ll hang out soon. I promise.
”
I watched her half walk, half run away. I didn’t know what the fuck was going on between her and Olive but I was damn sure going to find out.
I barged into Olive’s waiting room and demanded to see her right away. One of her administrative assistants said she was in with a patient and had two others waiting in examination rooms. I insisted on waiting and she told me I could wait in Olive’s private office.
It took her a good hour to finish up, but I wasn’t about to budge. “Whew, these chicas are getting on my last nerve!” she blared, coming into her office and slamming the door behind her.
“What chicas?” I was sitting in one of the visitor wing chairs in front of her desk, flipping through an issue of Fitness magazine.
She plopped down in her black leather desk chair and threw her feet on the desktop. “My patients. The holidays are coming up and all of them want to look like they’re twenty-one again.”
I chuckled. “Well, that means more money for you, right?”
“Damn right it does!” She took her feet back down and squirmed in her chair, trying to find a comfortable position. “I don’t mean to be rude, sissypoo, but I’m swamped today. What brings you by my office? This is a first.”
I opted to get straight to the point. “The strangest thing happened earlier today.”
We sat there staring at each other for a few seconds. “Well, are you going to tell me sometime today, or do I have to guess?” Olive asked sarcastically.
“I saw Mary Ann over in the library and she mentioned you.”
“And?” Olive raised her brow. She folded her hands across her chest and proceeded to play with her collar. That’s when I knew she was up to something. Olive always meddles with her collar when she’s lying. I don’t even think she realizes it.
“She said that she appreciated everything you’ve done for her.” I looked at her accusingly, letting her know I was up on the game.
“Is that right?” She sat there, still messing with that damn shirt collar.
