by N'Tyse
Before I could say any more, Peaches had her long tongue halfway down my throat, compelling me to surrender to her. I sampled a little bit of what Jasmine tasted like from Peaches’s tongue. She was sweet and tasty. Almost too tasty. Jasmine had lifted up my undershirt and had exposed my underdeveloped breasts. She began sucking them, making them grow erect. I tried to fight every feeling that both of them were anxious to let out. I could no longer hold back. I moved Peaches to the side and climbed on top of Jasmine and fucked the shit out of her. I ran my fingers in her so deep, I could have sworn my arm was almost fully in. She was wet as hell, deep like an ocean, pouring like a waterfall, and that was the way I liked it. She turned me on more than Peaches, and I wanted so badly to dine inside of her.
I kept telling myself that I didn’t know her and had no idea if she was involved with someone or not. I didn’t like to invade OPP—other people’s pussy—and I damn sure did not want to bring anything back to Rene. I was dead serious about that. I knew from the jump that if I engaged myself any further, I was putting myself at risk.
Fuck it. I was hot, and this girl was about to get a piece of something she had never had. After I made her climax with my fingers for the second time, while “So Beautiful,” by Joe, played in the background, I decided to do some shit she probably ain’t never had done in her entire life.
“Get on top of me and ride my face,” I demanded.
She did as she was told, and Peaches watched from the sidelines, trying to get in anywhere she fit in every chance she got. I sucked on Jasmine’s pussy until she was mumbling through clenched teeth. She grabbed my braids to hang on to while I took her for a horseback ride. And the moment I realized her steamy juices were about to boil over, I inserted my index finger in her tight asshole and fondled her tits with my other hand, all while chastising her pussy, as if it were mine and mine only.
The only sounds that were escaping Jasmine’s mouth were, “Ooh, damn. Daddy, don’t stop. Please, Sand, don’t quit.”
Soon after that, the spell was cast. Drips of what she had left in her came rushing out and into my mouth. She tasted sweet, like a red apple slice dipped in warm, sticky caramel. When we were finished, and once I saw that the sun was coming up, I left and dashed home, ready to get my ass chewed out.
* * *
I woke up to Rene standing over me as I lay in bed. “What time did you get home?” Her arms were folded, and I could tell she wasn’t trying to hear shit but the truth. I wanted to lie, but I didn’t know how far that would get me, so I told the semi truth.
“I got home at three, babe. You were asleep, so I didn’t want to wake you. Me and the guys stayed up playing dominoes and drinking.” I knew I was lying through my teeth, but she didn’t.
To make my story stick, I grabbed my wallet off the dresser and counted out twelve hundred dollars. Six of that I had won, four hundred I had collected from the peeps as a graduation gift, and the other two hundred I had already had.
She believed me and rushed over to double count the money herself. “Damn, baby.You are good,” she said, all excited. “I’m gonna have to sign you up in some local tournaments.”
“Nah. They have too many rules. They wouldn’t be able to hang with me, anyway,” I bragged. She laughed and asked me how much of that money was her allowance. I looked at her crazily.
“Here. Take all of it. You know I don’t have you on a damn allowance. When I got it, you got it. Understand? Put some of it in the bank, though.” I knew Rene knew how to save and put a little back for rainy days, so I wasn’t trippin’. I kept a bill fifty and handed her the rest.
I went on with my day like it was any other day. I got on the Internet and checked out some buildings that were going to be rented out and some that were going to be sold. I needed a building large enough to put a runway stage through and to hold a nice-sized crowd. I ran across a building for sale, and it said the seller was willing to negotiate and was motivated to sell. They wanted forty thousand dollars for the building. I wrote down the information and kept browsing. I knew that building was what I was looking for when I couldn’t find a better deal.
I met up with Timothy McChester the following evening. He was the real estate agent assigned to the property. He walked me around the large former warehouse, pointing to spots that could be easily altered.
“Believe it or not, the previous owner had turned this into a nightclub,” Timothy said.
I rubbed my chin, feeling out the idea of a twenty-thousand-something-odd-square-foot warehouse being a club. He told me the club used to be called Blue Jays. He said it had been a young hip-hop club, but it hadn’t lasted six months.
See, I knew that hip-hop clubs in Dallas were always opening. Everyone wanted a damn club. I had bigger and better plans, which were gon’ clock in major dough. Just as I was imagining the spotlights and the glamorous settings, Timothy intervened, interrupting my thoughts.
“So what are you planning to use this building for?”
I stared up at the tall ceiling and said, “I plan on bringing New York to Dallas.”
“What?” He looked at me, confused and dumbfounded.
“I plan on turning this building into one of Dallas’s first and largest club talent search agencies. I plan to have the city’s finest talent come to life right here in this building. I’m going to have models, rappers, singers, dancers, and the whole nine right here in this building. It’s time our talent became exposed.”
He was now looking at me as if the idea suddenly seemed real. I had to admit that I had learned a lot while living on the streets. I knew that life was hard knocks, and I wanted to give some of those people out there a chance to make their dreams come true. There were just too many uneducated people on the street—too many potential lawyers, doctors, police officers, rappers, singers—who had talent. God-given gifts they didn’t know what to do with. I wanted to expose them, help them help themselves. I knew Timothy was feeling me. He told me that I could probably get a grant easily. I was already ahead of him by ten steps. My next thought was where I would put that runway.
When I got home, Rene was not there. She had left early that morning. The sun had gone down, and night had fallen. I couldn’t believe she had been gone all day without calling me to check in and let me know she was okay. She knew that I didn’t like her out after dark unless I knew where she was and who she was with. I started getting worried.
I looked out front, and her car was still not there. Not knowing where she could be made me even more upset. I called her cell several times, only to be greeted by the damn voice mail. When I didn’t get an answer, I slipped on my house shoes and started toward the front door. I roamed around the damn apartment complex until my feet were sore. I didn’t know if walking around, looking for her, made me think I would find her any sooner or what. I guessed I was hoping to find her at our little Laundromat, washing some clothes or something. I checked there, but the door was locked. Where was she at this time of night? I was pissed off and past worried because Rene had her nerve to pull some shit like this.
I walked back toward the apartment. As I turned the key in the door, she was opening it.
“Where the hell you been?” I yelled, slamming the door behind me. She almost jumped out of her skin.
“Just doing my run, baby. I didn’t get to do it earlier, because it was so hot out.” She looked at me like I was crazy for asking such a thing, but at that moment, I didn’t care what the fuck she thought. Her eyes were locked on mine, and I had no reason not to believe her. She had no reason to lie to me. Besides, people did run at the track across the street late at night.
I removed my shirt, leaving on my sports bra, and totally missed the arm of the couch when I was trying to hang it there. That was when I thought I was seeing things. My eyes had to be playing tricks on me. Rene turned around to face me.
Walking closer to her, trying to get a better view of what my eyes were focused on, I said, “I know like all hell that ain’t no muthafuckin�
�� hickey on your neck.”
Her face went numb, and her body froze like a statue.
Sand
She grabbed at her neck, trying to locate the incredibly huge red mark my eyes were pointing to. I felt my veins starting to pop out and my muscles contracting and tightening. I was waiting for her to tell me why the fuck there was a mark as bright as day on the right side of her neck.
“Baby, this ain’t no hickey!” she exclaimed, looking into the compact mirror she had retrieved from her purse. “A mosquito bit me earlier.” She looked straight into my eyes. My emotions were starting to come down, but I had to catch myself. My woman was staring into my eyes, telling me that what I was seeing was not what I was seeing. She placed the mirror on the kitchen bar and brushed her soft fingers down my forehead and my nose, halting at my lips. “Babe, how could you think such a thing?”
I released a sigh while visually inspecting her all over. I wasn’t falling for that shit. I snatched off her shirt, her jeans, her bra, and then off went her panties. I searched over her entire body, trying to find any mark or scar that had not been there before she walked out that door. After laying her down on our love seat and examining every area of her body as if I were her gynecologist, I came to the conclusion that it was evidently a mosquito bite. I was relieved, and my guard went back down.
“Damn, baby, I thought you were goin’ to slap me for a moment there.”
I stared back into her eyes, stroked her chin ever so lightly, and said, “I was.”
She must have not taken me seriously, because she brushed me off. She got up and walked around the house, ass naked, picking up small pieces of scattered paper I had left on the floor. Rene was a neat freak and always made sure the house was spick-and-span. You would have thought she cleaned houses for a living. That was another quality she had that had attracted me to her—her cleanliness when it came to her home and her body. I watched her clean and dust until watching her roam free, naked like that, became too unbearable.
“Come here, Rene,” I said.
She walked toward me, fiddling with her hair.
“You know I love you, right?” In my mind, we were about to have makeup sex for all the things that I would have done to her had she not explained herself. I had envisioned grabbing her by her neck and squeezing it until she came clean with me. I had seen all my inside rage and anger building up, and it would have made me do things to her I would not have wanted to do. I loved Rene, and the thought of her hurting me intentionally was hard to take. I knew she would never do anything like that to me. Rene was mine, and I could never see her with anyone else. Those had images faded, and I had felt real bad afterward for even letting such a thing trip me up so bad.
I picked her up, laid her back on the sofa, and tossed her salad right there. Moans of pleasure filled the living room immediately, but that was only the foreplay action. I carried her into our bedroom, all while imagining how I was about to rip some shit up. I rolled my lips over her breasts so gently. I tickled and teased each nipple with the tip of my moist tongue, creating a creamy, sticky glaze, indicating where my mouth had been seconds earlier. Her areolae seemed as if they grew darker and darker from the touch. Her eyes remained closed, and all that she was mumbling went unheard as I feasted below for yet another round.
I felt like a little kid in a candy store, exploring all the sweets, sampling all the free goodies. Her Kit Kat tasted like chocolate-covered strawberries that had been marinated in wine, and the insides of her thighs were like a sweet-tasting butterscotch candy cane. I stimulated her clit with the hardness of my tongue and watched her squirm vigorously while digging her nails into my flesh. I then removed my shorts and let my boxers fall free to the floor. I inched one finger and then two fingers inside her love, slowly preparing her for my grand entrance. I savored her sweet love juices left behind on my fingers, sucking both of them dry.
Just when I got the clue that she was wanting and ready, I grabbed my handy black strap-on from underneath the mattress and made love to her like there was no tomorrow. I hit that G-spot, fondled her clit, and sucked her sweet coated Almond Joys. Her soft moans turned into strong demands.
“Sand, fuck me harder,” she yelled. And so I did.
She grabbed my ass and gripped it as her body rocked with each thrust I made. She sucked on my chin and bit down slightly on my lips, arousing me even more. I got off on her loud moans and screams of pleasure.
I did that shit. I made that happen. She climaxed twice, back-to-back, but I was going for number three.
* * *
The bright morning sun stung my face and neck. I reached over, and Rene was not beside me. I sat up quickly, trying to remember if she had woken me to tell me she was leaving to go somewhere. But then I spotted a quickly scribbled note lying on the nightstand.
Baby, I’m at Shun’s house. Call me when you wake up. Love ya, Rene.
The alarm clock read 10:15 a.m. It was a bright Sunday morning, and normally Rene went with her best friend, Shun, to church.
Shun was crazy and had a habit of getting into everyone’s business. If there was any type of situation or problem, the wannabe life coach was at your service. She was all ears when it came to drama and gossip. The “gossip to go, expedited delivery” queen always made sure she had an earful to dish back out to somebody else.
I had never trusted or liked her, and there was no telling what rumors she had about Rene and me floating around the church among her gossip clique. Whenever she came around, she always questioned Rene about our sex life, asking about her happiness with her chosen lifestyle. Who in the hell had appointed her to play God? She always had something to say about everything. Now, I wasn’t gonna be the one to tell sister girl that she had no room in hell to talk. But I wished somebody would. I tried to spare her feelings, but she was pushing it.
Truth be told, she sat over there in a two-bedroom apartment with four kids, all by different daddies, and no husband or sign of a man. She had no job, low self-esteem, and she dressed like an old-ass woman who shopped at the neighborhood thrift store. She stayed in and out of other people’s lives because she was too unhappy with her own. And with all the drama and shit she continued to stir up, she had the nerve to claim she was saved and sanctified. She had told me and Rene that she was a changed woman and she walked a straight line. Like hell she was.
What really had me upset was when she started getting in Rene’s ear and all up in our sex life.
“How you gonna know how a man feel if you ain’t never been with one?” she had asked Rene. And she had damn near killed me when she tried to quote scriptures from the Bible. She had tried to make Rene believe that all lesbians made it their mission to convert heterosexual women. I had even tried explaining to Shun that I was born gay. She had had the nerve to tell me that I was the Antichrist. After that, I hadn’t even bothered trying to explain. Just like everyone else, she was going to believe what she wanted to believe.
I didn’t understand how Rene could even remain friends with her ignorant, insensitive, and clueless ass. She acted as though I had on some sort of costume that could be put on and taken off. I had heard plenty of stories of how women became gay or got turned out, but not me. I wasn’t abused or molested as a child. I had always loved women, and for me, it was a natural thing.
I hated to do it, but after I read Rene’s note, I called Shun’s house to talk to Rene. Before being able to speak to my girl, I had to hear Shun’s shit.
“So will you be joining us in church today, Cassandra?”
My jaw tightened at the mention of my full name. Why in the hell did Rene have to share that personal information with her?
“Not today, Shun,” I said as pleasantly as I could. “But you ladies have a good time.”
“Oh, we always have a good time listening to the Word from the Lord. Maybe you should join us and see how soon you turn around and see the light.”
I pulled the phone away from my ear a little because this smart-ass was already
getting on my nerves. I could detect the sarcasm in her rude ass. I heard her scream out to one of the kids, telling them to tell their aunt that Cassandra was on the phone.
“Don’t worry, Cassandra, I will personally pray for you.”
Rene finally came to the phone.
“Hey, hon,” I said, relieved that Looney Tunes was off the phone.
“Hey, babe. So you’re finally up?”
“Yeah, but I’m missing you.”
“I miss you too, Sand, but I really miss that little escapade we had going on last night.”
I smiled, also remembering. How could I forget? She had achieved a new record, cumming back-to-back that many times. “Um, wanna go for round four tonight?” I teased, referring to how many times she’d climaxed in an hour.
The thought was interrupted when I saw a familiar number light up on my cell as it vibrated.
“Baby, let me catch this call coming through,” I told her, watching the caller ID display of my cell phone.
“All right, baby. I’ll see you when church is over.”
“All right. Love you,” I said quickly. Then I clicked off one phone and hit TALK on the other.
“Jasmine, I thought I told you not to call me like this!” I exclaimed.
There was nothing but silence on the other end of the phone. I walked through the house, trying to determine if my cell had faded out or if she had hung up after I’d answered. I looked at the display, and my screen saver of me and Rene was on the screen. I started to redial her number. I was sure it was Jasmine who had called because of the area code. I was over here in the 214 part of town, and she was in the 817 side of town.
After that night at James’s house, she had practically begged me for my cell phone number. I had given it to her but had told her it was just as friends, sensing that she wanted it to be more than that. I had called her the very next morning, trying to clear up things about the previous night.
