by Lolah Lace
“Yes. It’s in the bathroom.”
“No, it’s not.”
“You left it on the sink. I put it in the drawer.”
“Oh.”
“Are you coming home tonight, Princess Tiara?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“What if he wants to go back to his place? Wait, does he have a place?”
“Yes, he has an apartment. I just haven’t been there yet.”
“You should try to see what it looks like. Does he have a roommate?”
“No, he lives alone. Right now, I’m more comfortable just going out and coming here.”
“Still be careful. He seems cool, but you still don’t know him. These men will switch up on you real fast, quick and in a hurry.”
“That’s true. Nick did.”
“Don’t even get me started on that fool.”
“I thought you said I should talk to him.”
“You should. I just don’t like liars.”
“Liars, what did he lie about?”
“That’s not even my business. That’s a conversation for you and old boy.”
“You are my friend. Why are you keeping secrets from me?”
“Nope, it’s not my place. I’m not trying to put anybody’s business out in the street.”
“I’m sorry you feel that way. I think this is really fucked up.”
“Fine, if he doesn’t come clean, I will tell you everything I heard about him.”
Tami and I were close, but we didn’t think alike at all.
“When I meet with him, you just feel it would be better for me to be ambushed? I’m supposed to go in there not knowing a damn thing about why he dumped me.”
“No, I already told you he was seeing someone. You know that much.”
“Did he dump me for this girl?”
“I don’t know. It sort of looks like that might be the case.”
“That’s really fucked up. That would mean he was cheating on me while we were together. I must be really dumb. I suspected nothing. I thought he was a wonderful boyfriend. I thought we had a future. We were together all the time. When did he have time to be sneaking around with some tramp?”
“I don’t know. Ask him.”
“The whole thing just pisses me off. I didn’t think he was that type of guy. Literally, you can’t trust any of these men. I didn’t see any signs. I’m glad I’m seeing Brandon.”
“Why?”
“Because now I won’t fall for any of that bullshit that might come out of Nick’s mouth. He really hurt me. I met Brandon, and it’s like that hurt almost got cancelled out.”
“They say to way to get over one man is to get under another one.”
“Whoever said that mess was a goddamn genius.”
“Send me text if you spending the night out. I need to know you’re safe.”
“I’m coming home. I’m not about to be acting like a hoe.”
“I think that ship has already sailed. But fo’ real ain’t no such thing as a hoe. Grown ass single women can sleep with grown ass single men.”
“Whatever, I’m leaving in five minutes.”
“Okay bye.”
I left Tami’s room and scurried down the hall to the bathroom. My lip-gloss was right in the top drawer, just like Tami said.
* * *
There was more traffic than I thought there would be. The thirty-minute drive was smooth and only made better when Brandon let Jill Scott drift through his truck speakers. I’d never been to Perla Negra Mariscos restaurant. I was just happy Brandon could pick an eatery without asking me to do it for him. One of Brandon’s positive qualities was he knew how to take charge. I found that extremely sexy.
I had never seen him in going out clothes so I was pleasantly surprised when he was wearing a pair a black jeans and I long sleeve dark gray shirt. He was even wearing nice shoes. I was impressed. He cleaned up well.
As we entered there were people standing in the vestibule. He held my hand and smiled at me. Our magnetic connection set my heart blaze. He wasn’t perfect and something about that made him special, better. My ex was perfect, and he turned out to be a whole snake. But I wasn’t going to think about that boa constrictor tonight. I planned to focus all my attention on a man that was solely focused on me.
Brandon pulled me in for a quick kiss on the lips. He followed up with a tight hug. His neck smelled of cologne or maybe aftershave. I could never tell the difference. But he smelled really good.
The restaurant was dimly lit. It was a small, elegant place with a modern feel and minimal decor. The waitress seated us at a table near the window. I zoned out as she went on about the specials. As soon as she was gone I opened my menu.
“I know I said it in the car, but you look nice.”
“Thank you.” He looked good too, but I didn’t want to say it right after he’d said it to me.
“That dress on you is yummy. Yellow is your color.”
“Thanks.” I’d heard that a thousand times, but hearing it from Brandon felt different.
We sat in silence as we both looked over the menu for a few seconds.
“You see anything good?”
“Ah, yeah.”
“I’ve never been here before. I took a look at the online menu so I think I know what I’m going to try.”
“You do? What’s that?” I leaned close to the table to hear him better. As my breasts pressed into the table Brandon’s eyes went from my eyes to my boobs.
“The sirloin steak.” He muttered. His eyes found their way back to me.
“That sounds good.” I looked on the menu until I found the steak section of the menu. All that red meat was too heavy for me. “I think I’m going to have the grilled chicken.”
“What kind of wine? Looks like they have red, white.”
I didn’t know he was a wine drinker. With this yellow dress on, I would only be inclined to have white wine. “White.”
“How about the Two Angels Sauvignon Blanc?”
“That’s sound great.”
* * *
We giggled and talked about the restaurant décor. The wine and food arrived promptly. The genuine conversation took place after dinner was served.
“You’ve been quiet. How’s your food?” I have to give him points for asking. Most guys only care about their food.
“The food is really good. I didn’t want to talk with a mouth full of food.”
“You have those good girl manners.”
“The question is, do you like to talk? We’ve had more sex than we’ve had conversation.”
He smiled with only the side of his lips. “I think it’s equal on both sides.”
“Do you really think its equal?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t given it much thought. How was your day?”
“Good.”
“Were you busy at work today?”
“Not more than normal. How was work for you?”
“It was work. I had lunch. It was almost identical to the day before and the day that.”
“See, you’re not being serious.”
“I am being very serious. The highlight of my day is thinking about you. Wondering when next I would see you, get to feel you, get to taste you.” He sighed. “Then I realize I’m thinking of you and I had to stop.”
“Why did you have to stop?”
He smiled with the corners of his lips. “I work with a bunch of guys. I can’t get an erection on the job. That would be uncool.”
I held in a giggle because that wouldn’t be cool at all.
I’m Coming Out
My date went better than great. I texted Tami, and she told me she was spending the night at Jay’s apartment. She had been doing that a lot lately. I always thought they were a bit of a mismatch, but apparently I was wrong.
Tami’s departure meant I would have the apartment all to myself. It also meant I didn’t have much of an excuse to turn Brandon away. Who
was I kidding? I didn’t have the physical strength or the pussy power needed to send him away with just a kiss.
He drove me home and followed me inside to my bedroom. I placed my purse on the dresser and turned to gaze at his beautiful blues.
There wasn’t much to say. His lips found mine right away. His powerful arms passionately wrapped me in his warm cocoon. His kisses were profound, playful and plentiful. His tongue took control of my mouth. He was an exceptional kisser. I couldn’t resist his strong lips once they took a hold of mine.
I lost time as he sucked me deeper into his mouth. My eyes felt heavy and opening my lids seemed like a burden too heavy to carry. I tried to push back off of his lips for a brief moment in time. I needed air. I needed an oxygen mask. His kisses made me feel lightheaded and trippy.
His fingers searched my back. He was looking for the zipper and found it right away. My back arched as he slowly unzipped my dress. My back was exposed to the air, but it felt like my nipples were too. My solid points strained against the fabric of my satin bra.
I was dying to have him inside me. I needed him to fill me up. Brandon was unpredictable, and thinking about his attributes made me pant. My chest heaved up and down as he trailed kisses down my chin and to my neck. I opened my eyes briefly when I felt my dress slip down my shoulders.
I had gone an entire week without this man touching me. I missed his kisses more than I could remember. I missed his hands more than he would ever know. His foreplay was unmatched.
“Did you like that?” He rattled into my ear as he kneaded my butt checks.
“I don’t know.” I lied.
One of his hands left my ass only to push my panties aside. With one finger he moistened and stirred the wetness that was going to explode from out my deepest hole.
“I know you like this,” I assured myself.
He pulled the cups of my bra down until my breasts slipped out. He teasingly rubbed his lips over my hardened nipples. His hands were massaging the warm spots inside my thighs. His tongue was caressing my breast with a light, gentle massage.
“Sweet girl,” He whispered into my breast and the vibrations surged to my toes.
He lowered my body to the bed. He crawled on the bed and hovered above me. He kissed me again and plunged deeper into my mouth. His mischievous hands kneaded my breast and twirled his fingers around my wet nipples.
My body was already warm to his touch, but now I was overheating. I was hot for this man like I’d never been for any other. I sharp pain hit me in between my legs and he was the only one that could soothe the crippling ache.
Brandon rested his elbows on both sides of me. He placed his huge hands over my ears and clamped his hands over them. From my ears, his hands slowly trailed up to my face and became entangled in my big curls.
My body lifted off the bed to meet his, but his weight kept me inches away, yearning for his touch. The fight to have my skin touch his was futile. He held me at bay. His fight to keep me away didn’t last long. I lifted my head and started pushing my wet, warm tongue deeper and deeper into my mouth.
His body buckled. His bulge brushed against my aching pussy and rubbing this small patch of hair I had above my pussy lips. He was succumbing to my kisses and soon he would have to pierce me with that colossal cock monster that rivaled Godzilla.
He latched back onto to my firm breasts. Brandon took one into my mouth and I moaned into the erotic air. He clasped my chocolate nipples together. He was greedy, so he greedily sucked them both. He smashed them both into my mouth all at once and sucked until my skin twisted and burned.
I arched my back, trying to meet his body. I wanted him to get me inside me. He didn’t comply, instead he tagged at my panties and pulled them down the length of my legs until they were off. I opened my legs as an invitation for Brandon to come inside me.
He climbed back on the bed and peered down at me. “You want it?”
“Yes.” I lifted off the bed to help him unbutton his shirt and slip it off his muscled shoulders. His pants were next to go. He wasn’t shy, so he stood there in between my open legs looking like a naked god.
I hurried out of my bra so I could be just as naked as him. He’d gotten rid of his shoes and I was still in my stilettos, but they wouldn’t hinder my pleasure.
Brandon crawled in between my legs and spread them wider. He easily entered me with two fingers. I was so wet I practically sucked his fingers inside me to the knuckle.
“Oh,” I moaned as he flicked his fingers inside me. His eyes were on me when I opened mine to gaze at him. He removed his fingers from my pussy and placed the icing covered digits into his mouth.
“You taste so sweet.” He mumbled, and I believed him.
His fingers found me again. His thumb went to work on my clit with.
“Yes, yes, oh yes.” I moaned before biting my lips. I shut my eyes. His thumb strummed my swollen clit while two of his fingers plunged in and out of me. I reached down and palmed his hand.
His hand reached for my throat. “Open your eyes. Look at me.” He ordered through a whisper. My eyes barely opened, but it was enough to satisfy him.
His touch was tender and savage. My brown eyes connected with his blues. There was something deeply spiritual happening, and I wanted his spirits inside me now.
His eyes held so much restraint when my body refused to do the same. I had to take matters into my own hands. I reached for his dick and pulled it toward me.
“Please get a condom.” I begged as a held on to his member like it was mine.
“Close your eyes.” I did what he said because at this point I would rob a liquor store to get the D.
I waited and waited and gasped when he entered me. He pushed himself in me nonchalantly and I felt every inch of him glide in and spread my hole too much, too bare. It felt raw and snug. I felt the pressure in my chest as he lowered himself down to kiss my lips.
Brandon put pressure on my throat and my eyes popped open. He stared at me and I glared back through my hazy eyelashes.
“You want it? Don’t you?”
Hell mutha-fuckin’ yeah! My brain screamed, but my mouth said something else.
“Yes Brandon, I want it.” I bit my bottom lip as he took my hand and buried it in her lush, long curls.
His hands went from my hair to the muscles of my back. He moved inside me without precision. I gasped. My thin fingers rolled down his broad back and landed on his rear end. I grabbed his ass cheeks and tried to push him deeper inside me.
He stopped torturing me with baby strokes. He hitched my hips up and gave me the deep animal thrusts that I knew he had in his arsenal of fucks. I moved my hips to meet his thrusts. He moved his hips in circles, hitting all my pouring wet walls and kneading them to suit my purposes. Damn! This felt too good. There was something different about the way his dick rocked me. He can’t be wearing a condom.
He hit my sweet spot, and I moaned his name. “Brandonnnn.”
He picked up to a frantic pace. He was losing control. I was seconds from a dynamic orgasm. The time was nearing because he was breathing louder and heavier. The faster he rammed inside me, the more I clawed at his ass and squealed in delight.
Brandon banged me hard twice on the left side of my cat and I screamed bloody murder. My orgasm spilled out of me and fought hard as his warm dragon fire spilled into my body.
He collapsed on top of me in stages. My body convulsed as the intense aftershocks circulated through my torso.
My eyes were on the verge of rolling back in my head. I was tired beyond belief. I closed my eyes and didn’t have the strength to open them back up.
Remember Me
The next morning I was feeling myself. I had the time of my life last night. I felt bold and in control of my own life. Brandon left right after breakfast. I had few hours to get ready for my appointment with Nick.
I wasn’t a mean girl, but I would not let Nick feed me a crock of bullshit. He tried to meet me at a romantic restaurant that we used to
frequent on our couple anniversaries. I was like no way. Those old tricks don’t work on a new dog, and I was a new bitch. Finally Tami broke down and gave me some info on Nick’s little tryst. She didn’t want me to show up blind, so she gave me a little information. Her information was in the form of a post on Insta. At first I was shocked. Then I was angry. Then I got my ass on my horse because I was ready to ride into battle with my sword and shield.
I never thought this day would come, but it was here. I was going to sit down face to face with Nick and have that long overdue conversation. I picked Tasty Dog because as far as I was concerned, he was a damn canine. I arrived first. I ordered coffee and took it to a table in the back. The place was packed because it was Sunday.
I saw his Tesla pull into the parking lot. I wanted to keep my cool, but there was so much vitriol in me. Nick strolled in and he looked better than the last time I’d seen him. He got a haircut. He wasn’t wearing sweats. He dressed up to see me. I didn’t care.
He approached me and stood over me like I would rise and give him a hug. Boy bye! When he realized that wasn’t happening he planted his narrow behind in the chair across from me.
“I’m so happy you showed up.”
Why wouldn’t I? I didn’t stand people up. That was his move.
“I said I would come. So I’m here. I’m not a liar.” Words were just slipping out of me.
“No, you’re not. Is that your favorite coffee?”
“Nope, I changed coffee. Different me, different coffee.” I raised an eyebrow and twisted my lips. It would be hard for me to be civil. This dumb ass small talk was just ridiculous.
“That’s good. Sometimes change is good.”
“I think so. Nick, I’m here. What do you have to say to me?”
He looked around the room and took in a shallow breath. “First, I wanted to apologize about how things ended. I’m sorry. You deserved so much more than that.”
“I deserved more than and I deserve more now.”
“I know and I’m sorry I was so immature. I handled things like a coward. I should’ve had a real conversation with you. That’s not how you treat the people you love.”
