by Nicety
“Don’t trip Brit. You know I’m your ace.”
The two ladies hugged assuring to touch bases later then Brittany got in her car and drove off glaring back at Charity the whole time. She wanted to believe her cousin but something inside of her wouldn’t let the feeling go. Treachery was afoot and Brittany would figure it out if it were the last thing she did.
Charity instantly got her cell and called Derek back as soon as Brittany’s car was out of sight and explained to him what had just went down. Her nerves were shot, trembling crazily as she struggled to talk. She wasn’t afraid of Brittany, per se, but she was afraid of what she was capable of, given her sudden display of fury.
“Baby she was all heated and shit. I had never seen her like that before she was totally on something. Do you think she really suspects us?”
Derek started to feel a bit guilty about his love affair with Charity. After the morning’s events with Brittany he had realized how much she loved him and would do anything for him. He wanted to respond by telling her that it was over. He wanted to tell her that their love could never be and that he could never look into her chestnut eyes again. But there was no way in hell he could say that with a straight face and mean it. It would be a lie.
“Naw baby she don’t know anything about us. Just continue to be cool.”
“What are we doing Derek? You are marrying her soon. Where does that leave us? Still creeping around? This shit is crazy and I don’t know how much more of this I can take. Something has to give, ‘cause I’m getting all in this shit boo.”
“I know. I know.”
Derek hangs up on Charity. She didn’t even bother calling back. It was obvious between the both of them what needed to happen. Things were getting kind of hectic in their circle and someone had to be the first to end it.
*****
That Friday night while Derek was gone with his boys for their weekly ‘Guys Night Out’, Brittany met up with Dune as scheduled. Dune had played sick from the boys outing to help Brittany simply because he respected her and was a man of his word. He was a respectable gentleman to women who conducted themselves as such. Brittany was the ultimate woman to him and in his eyes Derek didn’t know what he had. Dune and Brittany sat in his living room on the sofa discussing different techniques and positions. Dune then pulled a drawer of dvds out from under the entertainment system sitting left of the TV.
“These are none other than the best porn girls in the industry. These girls do things your momma have never heard of and they’re confident about their shit. If you study them you will be alright. I will watch my favorite one with you to critique things and then you can take a few of these to study on your own. Cool?”
Brittany agreed as Dune popped the DVD in the player and hit the play button.
“Cool.”
She had never considered watching porn before because she found it rather nasty to watch other people have sex. But as the movie played on and she watched the man be dominated and made to eat the girl’s snatch as if it were his last meal, she became aroused and intrigued in ways she had never imagined. Her pleasure had begun to tingle a little as she found it harder to keep her composure but true to form, she was a lady first.
“You okay?” Dune looked at her demeanor and realized what was happening quickly. He was aroused as well but knew there was nothing underneath her skirt for him.
“Oh yeah. Never better.”
“Let me go and get you some water. Be right back.”
Dune left to get the water as Brittany tried to recover from embarrassment and calm her urges down, fanning herself. She stood up straightening her clothes then clenched her purse debating if she should leave before he came back in the room. She paced for a few seconds then glanced back at the girl as her moans grew louder and louder. The girl began cursing with emotion from climaxing so hard that it shook the walls of Dune’s loft. Brittany decided she was uncomfortable and it was time to go.
Just as she was on her way to the door she bumped right into Dune spilling the glass of water all over him.
“Where you going, woman? You okay?”
“I…I...I’m sorry Dune.”
“Its cool. This is nothing.”
Dune took his shirt off throwing it on the back of the chair next to him. His carved abs were glistening from the little drops of water left on him. He rubbed it in with his hand as he flexed unconsciously and walked back to the kitchen to get paper towel for the rest. Brittany followed.
“Shit, Dune I’m so sorry I…”
“I know you’re nervous. I don’t know why though. You know I’m not going to try nothing with you, girl. Derek is my guy and I wouldn’t do that to him not for anyone.”
At that moment Brittany’s heart stopped fluttering finally returning calm. She undoubtedly realized that it was strictly business between her and Dune, nothing more. It was hard not to admit that she kind of wished there was a little something more but she would never want to jeopardize her morals or their friendship. They remembered the movie was still going once the sounds of hardcore sex filled the awkward silence in the room.
“So you wanna go back and finish watching the dvd?” Dune asked
“Sure.”
Brittany backed out of the kitchen playfully heading back toward the sofa peaceful and serene. THUD! Brittany had slipped on the water near the chair. Her stiletto heel was no match for the wet floor. Dune held his own trying not to laugh at her fall and instead began to help her up. As he helped her up she began slipping again so he tightened his grip around her waist. He pulled her close to his body for security. Just then they locked eyes.
“You have beautiful eyes.”
Dune felt warm from her compliment and he could feel his manhood jump a little. Brittany felt safe in his arms, a savior of some sort. She felt as if she wanted to melt away right there.
“I should go. Thank you for this though.” Brittany said.
Dune shook his head in agreement and released her but she didn’t move. She expected him to look her in the eyes and take her. She wanted him to take her right there and bend her over that chair spanking her ass while she called him daddy, but he didn’t. The two stared at each other for a few seconds before they understood that neither one of them would make the first move.
Needing to escape the awkward moment, she just grabbed her purse and the DVDs then walked out of the door. She got in the car putting her head on the steering wheel. Despite her brain running rampant in confusion, she started the car and headed home. She figured if all else failed at least she had some porn to get her aroused while she played with herself until she went to sleep.
When she got home she threw her purse and keys down at the door as her eyes followed a trail of candles leading up her stairs. She wondered what this was as she followed the candles noticing that they led up the stairs and into the bathroom. There was a heart made of rose petals in front of the door. Brittany began smiling, feeling this overwhelming emotion rise inside of her. As she reached for the door she heard splashing in her Jacuzzi tub. She began to undress and get ready for her man who had prepared this beautiful ambiance for her. Left in her underwear, Brittany turned the knob and opened the door.
“You Son of A Bitch!! I knew it!!
Brittany couldn’t believe her eyes. Sitting in her Jacuzzi tub, in her bathroom, in her house was her fiancé and someone who she considered a sister. A bitch who was supposed to be a bride’s maid at her wedding. A bitch she told everything to.
“Adrianna! You fucking cunt!”
Brittany yells out as she lunges for Adrianna, her now ex bride’s maid, and grabs a good chunk of her hair.
“Wait, Brittany, it’s not what you think!!” Adrianna said attempting to get out of the tub.
Brittany took Adrianna’s head and plunged it into the steaming hot bubbly bath water holding it there with no intentions on letting go. Adrianna splashed around like a guppy out of water desperately gasping for air every chance she got. Derek, standing there in disbelief, finally ru
shed over to put an end to the madness. He strong armed Brittany and swung her over to the bathroom door, holding her there until Adrianna caught her breath.
“Babe it’s not what you think. Nothing was going on. If you would fucking listen instead of losing your mind...”
“Listen to what? HUH?”
“Adrianna was helping me get all of this together for you. Because I wanted to do something special for you!”
“Oh yeah then why were you all in the fucking tub together?”
“She wanted to show me some positions to put you in. I didn’t believe you could do positions in the tub because it was so small but she proved me wrong baby that was it!”
“Derek. You are a lying, cheating ASS!”
Brittany released herself from his grasp and began punching his ass left and right. She tried to fight back her tears not wanting to give him the benefit of the doubt but it seemed inevitable. Adrianna quickly pulled her clothes back on then eased out of the door and down the stairs. Brittany called after her.
“You’re a dirty whore! Do you know that A.? A dirty whore!”
“Baby please let me explain.” Derek attempted to get the attention back on him so she wouldn’t run after Adrianna trying to kill her again.
“No…NO! Fuck your explanation! I’m tired of going through this shit with you. All of this time with her, Derek? Why?”
“Baby, you know that we haven’t been getting along lately. We haven’t been able to communicate and…”
“And what? And I don’t fucking please you in bed, right? Is that it?”
Derek’s eyes grew wider than a football field wondering where in the world she could have gotten that. He remembered saying it aloud but couldn’t remember to whom. He knew he hadn’t let it slip himself so there was only one person it could be. Derek’s thoughts struck many nerves but he quickly put them aside so he could focus on calming Brittany down who had began breathing hysterically.
“Brit, I didn’t know how to tell you without hurting your feelings.”
“Get out.”
“I thought you wouldn’t understand and then we’d be right here in this predicament right now.”
“So, yeah cheating is the best answer. Forget talking to the woman you’re going to marry, just cheat. That’s the best way to go. GET OUT!”
Derek felt the sarcasm in her voice being sharp enough to cut through the glass. He walked over to her trying to caress her arms in hopes that his affection would soothe her into his love again. She hesitantly pushed away fighting to keep him off of her as he went on her neck sucking and biting sensually. He wrapped his arms around Brittany’s helpless body in order to keep her from getting away. After a few minutes, she couldn’t help but to give in to his bites. She loved the way it felt instrumenting pain before pleasure as her pussy began to tingle badly. Brittany wanted to remain angry but every touch he sent made her like putty in his hands as they moved up and down her body, palming every juicy aspect of her plumpness.
“Baby, I’ll never cheat on you again. I promise.”
“Just shut the fuck up.”
Derek was turned on by her aggressiveness. She had been turning into a different woman lately and he didn’t know what or who was getting into her, but he had an idea. As he bit into her and sucked sweet nectar from her pussy, her moans even seemed different to him. It was as if someone had been giving her lessons on how to be ultra sexy, personal lessons. She began fucking his face back in a circular motion, grabbing the back of his head to keep him in place. Her moaning became harder and rougher. Derek loved it. He loved when women would treat him like their love slave especially when he was licking their pussies. Brittany came so hard that she morphed into another being for a split second releasing a loud screeching sound the neighbors could hear. Her legs went limp then she released his head finally letting him up for air.
Derek lay upon her body spreading her legs with his. He maneuvered his swollen cock inside of her pumping nice and easy, making sure to go deeper with every stroke. Brittany went wild, biting on his shoulders and screaming passionate obscenities at the top of her lungs. Brittany’s body felt complete as she rubbed her rock hard nipples making her juices flow as continuously as a river.
Derek put his head down to her left ear and wrapped his arms around her back traveling down to grab her ass. He had her hemmed up in a frog like position unable to move and going so deep that Brittany began to cry in anguish. The pain reached as far as her lower abdomen feeling him tap her uterus every time but she couldn’t help but love the way his cock felt going in and out of her. He licked around her ear and pumped harder and harder allowing his anger to gush throughout his body.
“So…how long have you been fucking Dune?” Derek whispered never breaking stride.
Brittany had come so many times that she couldn’t focus on his question no matter how close his lips were to her ear. Their bodies rubbed together sweating and dripping with funk. Derek had been in the frog position for over fifteen minutes and showed no signs of stopping. Derek could only think of his fiancé wrapped in the arms of his best friend getting her love from somewhere else. He could never be mad with her because of what he did to her but he was going to make Dune pay. His nut was nearing, he leaned up to prepare for it pumping his manhood faster. As he exploded into her sweetness, the image of her at the altar filled his heart.
“You are mine. Do you understand?”
“Yes baby. I understand.”
*****
Brittany was seemingly paralyzed by his fruitful sex. She laid stretched out on the floor satisfied but still puzzled as to what to do about Derek’s infidelities. She looked up at Derek sitting on top of the toilet a staring off into space.
“Babe, what are you thinking about?”
“Nothing. Listen, I have to run to the office really quickly to get a file I left for the weekend’s workload. I promise I’ll be right back.”
Brittany’s eyes fixated on him like a Rottweiler on cat’s ass. She didn’t believe him for a second but decided to play it cool and let him go off to have his whores and fun. This time she was not about to let Derek weasel his way out of yet another situation. He was getting away with too much, always fucking her brains out as a way to apologize and she was tired of being his personal doormat. Brittany grabbed his cell phone off the sink flicking through it turning on the GPS then she carefully placed back exactly how it was. When Derek came in fully dressed looking for it she was right back in place as if she never moved.
“I’ll be right back baby. I promise.” Derek said as he kissed her forehead and headed out to his car.
Brittany waited until she heard him pull off to get dressed and leave out after him. Her hair was a mess wildly dangling over her shoulders but she didn’t care. She wore short blue jean shorts and a tank top with gym shoes prepared to fight the bitch he so desperately needed see tonight. She drove like a bat out of hell following the directions on her GPS towards him. It was amazing that she didn’t get pulled over for how fast she was going but it was midnight and not many people were on the street. The more twists and turns she took the more she began to recognize the route GPS was taking her on.
Just a few feet from the destination, Brittany looked up at the apartment complex that was all too familiar to her. She looked around and spotted his car parked directly under the window of her best friend and cousin, Charity. She exited her car without parking it, running like a cheetah up the stairs and to her door. She stood their aimlessly wondering what her next move would be. She wasn’t prepared for the other woman to be someone so near and dear to her heart. Just as she was about to beat down the door she heard voices spring closer to her. She didn’t know whether to run or stay but she covered her mouth with her hand trying not to cry. The voices were prevalent but muffled as she put her ear gently to the door to get a better listen.
“How can you sit here and say you don’t love me, Derek?”
“It’s not that I don’t love you Charity. I just lov
ed her first and she doesn’t deserve to be treated like this regardless of how much we aren’t meant for each other.”
“Then just tell her. Tell her the truth. You love me and you should be mine. I’m tired of you leaving me to go to her anyway. I miss you, baby. I need you”
“Stop, Charity. I can’t do this. I have to go. I just wanted to be a man and come tell you in person, it’s over.”
“So you decided to be a man about it in the middle of the night? You smell like hot sex. Did you just finish fucking her and then you gained a conscience? Or did you just finish fucking Adrianna?”
“What? Girl, your ass is crazy. I’m about to go.”
“What, you didn’t think I knew about you and Adrianna? I knew on the first day y’all fucked. It was poor Brit who didn’t know. But Adrianna had to tell somebody, right?”
“I’m done with Adrianna and now I’m done with you. Goodbye Charity.”
Charity moved in towards Derek pushing her breasts against his back as she reached around to the front of him grabbing his nicely packaged cock.
“Where will you go? Back to your unhappy, dead sex relationship? What happened to the love you had for me baby?”
Charity whisked around to the front of Derek ripping open her bathrobe dropping it to the floor. Her breasts sat up like they were on a table waiting for him to feast. He followed her shape all the way down to her freshly waxed loveliness. His manhood began to jump rejuvenating its strength. Derek was weak when it cam to Charity, he knew it would be a mistake coming to her face to face.
“Charity, I’m going, we’re over. It’s just over.”
“Really, Derek? Is it really over?”
