by Nicety
Charity began rubbing her tits with her fingertips slowly stroking her big brown nipples. Derek felt weaker by the minute wanting to snatch Charity up and straddle her right there on the living room floor.
“Damn, girl.”
Charity giggled as Derek gobbled her like a lion attacking his prey.
“You know I love you girl. I’m just trying to do what I think is right. She needs me.”
“NO! I need you. You don’t love her you love me. I’ll be damned if I let you go. Fuck Brittany’s spoiled ass, she’ll live.”
The pair laughed as they engaged in their uninhabited sexual exploits right there while Brittany listened on the other side of the door. She stepped back from the door with her face drenched in tears in no mood for confrontation. Brittany ran down the stairs and jumped back in her car screeching off into the night. She balled uncontrollably in the car wanting to get home to throw all of Derek’s shit out of the window and setting fire to it in the lawn. As she rushed back to the house she looked up at a recognizable street. It was the street Dune lived on.
Brittany busted a U-Turn in the middle of the street headed for his house. She didn’t want to talk to her cackling bridesmaids or her overprotective mother. She only wanted to talk to the one person who might have kept everything real with her, no sugarcoating. She reached his apartment hesitant to exit the car but once she finally did she couldn’t stop the water works from pumping. Brittany wiped as much away as she could before Dune came to the door, pissed off at the late night visitor.
*****
“I hope that you have a million dollars in your pocket to hand me because if you don’t I swear it’s gon’ be a discrepancy.”
“Dune, it’s me.”
Dune was yet again shocked at her presence but even more shocked that it was the middle of the night and she was on his doorstep crying her eyes out. He took her by the arm escorting her in double locking the door behind them. Over on the sofa, Brittany seemed inconsolable whimpering away into her hands. Dune wasn’t good with teary-eyed women choosing to remain silent so that he wouldn’t say anything stupid.
“Dune, I’m sorry to barge in on you like this but I really wanted to talk to you.”
Dune moves close to her gently rubbing her hair letting her know that he was listening.
“I caught him cheating on me…with Charity! He doesn’t know I know. I followed him to her place and listened at the door. The son of a bitch was trying to break it off with her but couldn’t talking about he loved her.”
“Brit, I’m sorry baby. Look, Derek has always been a dog that’s just how he is. I tried to tell him back then when y’all first got together that he didn’t deserve a woman like you. I knew he’d only fuck you over.”
“Wow, and all this time I thought you were the asshole.”
“I’m sorry you had to find out this way but you need to know that you can do better than that nigga girl.”
“Did you know? Did everyone know? How long has this shit been going on?”
“Brit, I’m not even going to lie to you, man. As far as I know it’s been going on since y’all engagement party. If it was before then, I don’t know about that.”
“Oh my gosh! Was it that time he was in the bathroom? Did he fuck her in my mother’s house?”
Brittany placed her hands over her mouth trembling like scared kitten. Dune shook his head giving her the answer she already knew and her tears burst out even more. He put his head down folding his hands disappointed that this girl was sitting here broken over this dude. It pained him since she was a good woman and didn’t deserve to be treated like a disposable washcloth. He rubbed his head trying to figure out what to do about Brittany, not wanting her to drive anywhere else tonight.
“Hey, you can crash here tonight just to clear your head. Then tomorrow you can go burn all his shit if that’s what you gon’ do but tonight just be cool. Alright?”
Brittany agreed. He set up a nice little palette on the floor of the living room for his self so he didn’t mess up his plush sofas and set her up upstairs in his huge king size bed with black satin sheets. She looked around his bedroom at the black furniture with his black paintings, guessing what his favorite color had to be. Dune handed her a long t-shirt and pointed to the bathroom so she could shower.
“If you need me you know where I am.”
“Hey Dune…thanks.”
Dune was the perfect gentleman leaving the room to go to sleep on his pile of blankets. Brittany took a nice hot long shower. It felt good to relieve a little stress with all of the steam relaxing her body, but she still cried. She wasn’t crying because she lost her fiancé but because the two people she loved the most betrayed her horribly and didn’t care. She lay in Dune’s extra comfortable bed staring up at the mirrors on his ceiling thinking about the conversation Derek and Charity had. Brittany was tired of crying over it but she couldn’t stop thinking about it. All she wanted to do was feel better.
“Hey, Dune?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you asleep?”
“Not really. Whassup?”
“Could you come here for a second?”
Dune made his way upstairs as he was asked. He stood near the door when he saw her already in the bed out of respect. Brittany squirmed underneath the sheets uncomfortably feeling the heat of the room increasing. She sat up and noticed Dune staring at her but didn’t mind one bit.
“Hey, um, can you turn the heat down? I’m burning up in here.”
“The heat isn’t on Brit. It’s the dead of summer out there, I ain’t got it on.”
“Oh well, it’s really hot in here.”
“Maybe it’s because you’re under the sheets. That’s real satin, you know what I’m sayin’.”
Brittany was impressed at the fact that Dune appreciated and indulged in the finer things in life. She began to regret not getting to know him sooner since he seems like a really great guy. She was eager to learn more about him, wanting to know the real person behind the silence.
“Do you think we can sit and talk for a minute, Dune? You can come over and sit on your bed. I don’t bite.”
“I’m not worried about you biting me girl. What you wanna talk about?”
“Well what do you do for a living? I mean the only thing I know about you is that you have a hoe for a friend. So what, do you sell drugs big time or somethin’?”
“No, Brit. Not all black men with money sell drugs to get shit in life, ya know. Naw, I’m a stock broker.”
“Wow! I’m so sorry Dune I didn’t mean anything by it. I was only teasing...”
“No need for apologies. I mean, what else is there to think.”
“Well, pulling my foot out of my mouth now. So what’s with all the black?”
“Well as you can see I’m as black as they come with this dark chocolate and all. Plus, my mother and father reference black with being professional so it just stuck with me. If you go to their house it damn near looks the same way.”
“That sounds cool. I’ve never heard of that before. You have nice skin though, I think.”
Brittany began rubbing on his masculine coffee chest. She looked up from being caught in a trance after rubbing him twiddling her fingertips on his body. She jumped back placing her hands underneath the sheets attempting to apologize for touching him in that manner. Dune wasn’t ashamed in fact he was ecstatic that she had made the first move because his next one wouldn’t be blocked. Dune reached over caressing her delicate silky cheek. Brittany pressed against his hand letting out a faint moan as she closed her eyes hoping for more. He leaned in to kiss her lips tenderly as Brittany reached up rubbing his baldhead. Their tongues fought over each other as Dune laid her back on the bed.
Dune tickled his fingers down the middle of her body and onto the top of her moist wet opening careful not to slide in her. Her body quivered repeatedly with every touch. He kissed her on her neck moving cautiously to suck on her breast then down to her navel ending in between her
thighs. He wanted to complete his journey by licking and sucking on her inviting purring kitten but he resisted. He blew on her fire pit watching her gyrate all around desperately awaiting his wet tongue.
“Damn baby. You hot as hell right now. When was the last time you fucked him?”
“Oh Dune don’t make me answer that.”
“When?”
“Ugh, it was tonight right before he left for her house.”
Dune put his head down not wanting to have sex with her and feel like sloppy seconds. He pulled her legs down laying them straight and closed. Then he neatly fixed her shirt around her waist. Brittany looked in dismay knowing the reason why he stopped their action. Dune lay down beside her and pulled her over to his chest. He smelled like fresh Irish Spring, which mixed well with his body chemistry. Brittany couldn’t stop sniffing him allowing her tongue to gracefully flow over his nipple.
“Listen Brit, I want this to happen but I’m not feeling it right now ya know. You just came from him and I don’t get down like that, baby. But I do want you though.”
“I know, boo. I didn’t plan for this to happen. But I want you so bad.”
After having his nipples licked on, Dune couldn’t fight it any longer. He mounted Brittany spreading her legs apart planting his face in her hot goodness. She squirmed and wiggled about coming forty times a minute as his tongue moved about her clitoris working its magic. Brittany was in heaven knowing that Dune was working his expertise on her diligently. He stopped suddenly right before her next burst then sucked on her pointed awaiting breasts as he slyly slid his Johnson inside her. It surprised her as she gasped for air then slowly felt relaxed and at ease. She was definitely in heaven now as their bodies melted into each other like butter on a plate. Their souls became one as Dune dipped in and out of her blessing. She had never experienced anything like this before as he ran his fingers up and down massaging her and flipping her sensually yet forcefully.
Every moment they were engaged in each other was like bliss in both of their minds. Dune had been looking for a good woman for a long time but only ran into the hood rat gold diggers. Brittany yearned to marry a fine, intellectual, well endowed, well paid man who could not only sweep her off her feet financially but emotionally as well. The words were never spoken but the way they touched each other physically and spiritually spoke volume. They knew they were made for one another; they were destined to be one. After they had released in sync, they spooned perfectly as lovers did. Brittany went fast to sleep tightly gripping Dune’s arms never wanting to let go. Dune, on the other hand, sat there holding his love and contemplating how much she must have hurt by the actions of his friend.
*****
Once he felt her grip weaken he knew she was fast asleep and kissed her forehead sweetly. He carefully inched out of the bed, grabbing some clothes from his closet then headed downstairs. When Dune set his mind to do something it was going to be done no questions asked. He quietly grabbed his keys and jetted out the door and into the car. The night air was gradually transforming into morning as Dune drove patiently down the street with the early risers who traveled timely for work.
Within minutes, he was sitting in front of his destination preparing to complete his task. Dune slipped on protection then exited the car to open the trunk. He weaseled around inside for a few minutes then closed it as he walked off tucking his shirt in the front of his pants. He walked up the stairs and to the door pulling out two long metal devices and sticking them in the keyhole. The lock instantly clicked and Dune crept in like a ninja securing the door behind him. He tipped toed into the bedroom pushing the door slightly so as not to make a single sound.
Dune’s broad physique casted a huge dark shadow downward. He pulled out his shirt clicking the safety preparing to handle his business. He screwed on the end piece to his pump then extended his arm forward and low plugging two silently into the back of Charity’s head. Blood splattered the pillow and headboard as he stuck a long needle into the back of Derek's leg inserting its contents quickly into his body then returning it back to his pocket. The look on Dune's face was daunting as he placed the pump in Derek’s hand closet to the point of entrance. Derek lay snoring none the wiser to what had just happened. Dune crept back out of the apartment sight unseen and without a single trace.
When Dune made it home, he took his clothes right down to the gloves and socks and burned them in the furnace in his building’s basement. Then he took the remaining ash and placed them in a deep whole in the back yard pouring acid all over it disintegrating all that was left. With the sun completely in the sky shining it’s rays through the window, Dune eased back in the bed with his new love wrapping his arms and legs around her as he stared out of the window into the morning sky. Brittany slept like a baby not even realizing that he had left her for a few hours. She turned over facing him kissing his chin and smiling.
“Good morning sexy.”
“Good morning baby. I have to be at work in a couple of hours but I want you here when I get home. Will you stay here and not leave for anything?”
“You know I will Dune. I wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else.”
“Yeah you just make sure you clean that thing up nice and good ‘cause I’m coming for it later. Com’ on downstairs, I’m about to fix some eggs.”
Dune headed for the kitchen to prepare his famous southern cheese eggs. The smile on his face exhibited no remorse for his earlier actions and actually felt relieved. He knew he would never lose his love to the fool that used to be his best friend. She would never go back to him after learning what he had done. As Dune hummed and cooked their breakfast he heard Brittany turn on the tv in the living room.
"What are you doing Brit?"
"It's my morning ritual to watch the news in the morning."
"Well come here your breakfast is ready."
Dune didn't want anything to spoil this day. He had hoped to have find out a at least later in the night or perhaps tomorrow so that he could have her happily to himself for a full day. Brittany skipped to the kitchen kissing her man and joining him at the kitchen nook. The couple sat and ate their eggs sharing orange juice along the way.
"I don't know what it is but I feel so drawn to you. You make me feel so complete."
"Brit, every minute I spend with you I'm complete, baby. And that pussy is to die for. That dumb ass nigga didn't know what he was doing with it that's all. All that moaning you was doing got me feeling like getting it in this kitchen right now."
"Mmm, well what's stopping you?"
Dune reached over in between Brittany's legs fiddling his fingers around her heated opening as she leaned back relaxed from his massage. Brittany reached up rubbing her breats lifting her shirt to reveal their perky position. She felt her leg tremble a little when she heard the faint sounds of the TV from the other room. She didn't try to focus in on what it was saying but she was so programmed to watch the news everyday that her brain automatically did.
Detectives were called out to the apartment complex on Hawthorne Lane right behind me here where the police tape has been put up. They are blocking off the scene not allowing people to move through the area where a woman was found shot dead in her home and apparently the alleged shooter was in bed laying right beside her. It was actually he who called the police hysterically we were told and he maintains his innocence. The suspect was taken into custody just a short time ago and they are bringing the body out now as you can see there. We have no information on the victim or the suspect as of yet but we will as the investigation gwts underway. Reporting live from Hawthorne Lane Apartments, I'm Dona Karen, Eyewitness News.
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