by Summer Rose
I declined and said my good-byes.
I got home late, and I knew I was going to be too tired to go to class the next morning. I was hot, and still horny from the episode I just had in the limo. All I could think about was his big hand down my pants and massaging my pussy until I came. I thought about how I once felt about men, the good, the bad and the ugly.
I began to think about the sleepless nights when my man didn’t come home and the lies he told when he got there.
The hickies on his neck that told me he was out fucking another bitch! His ever-changing attitude when I questioned him of his whereabouts was tiresome. There were days I felt so lonely, even though we lived together. He would come home from work, head straight to the shower, and then go in the kitchen to get something else to eat, (after I slaved over a hot stove), watch television, and never once said two damn words to me.
Other times, he treated me as if he couldn’t live without me. He would call me all day long, tell me he missed me and couldn’t wait to get home so he could taste my sweet pussy. He would tell me he could still taste my pussy from the night before on his flavor-saver. He always had a special name for his mustache. The calls were constant and they were all I needed to keep my pussy wet and yearning for my man all day.
He bought me flowers every week, and told me he loved me every day.
We never finished the dinners we shared in front of the fireplace without making love as soon as I put something in my mouth. He would say it reminded him of me sucking his dick. Ooooooohhhhhhhh!
Maybe I should try it again
I stammered to the door and stood there for a couple of minutes checking myself out. I made sure my clothes were straight and my make-up not smeared from sucking face all night.
I took one last look in the pocket-sized mirror I fished out my purse and smoothed down my tousled hair. I didn’t need to give ole girl a reason to ask any questions.
The door swung open just as I stuck my key in the lock.
“Where in the hell have you been?” Tina screamed at the top of her lungs.
“I’ve been up all night worrying about your ass! Why didn’t you answer your phone?”
“I-I didn’t hear it ring.” I couldn’t think.
Pagers and phones have done nothing more but turn people into liars, and bust out the ones that were already liars.
“I called you over and over. How could you not hear it?” she put her hand on her hip.
“Look, I didn’t hear it. Can we just talk about this in the morning?”
I prayed to myself that she would say okay. That would give me more time to get a story straight and to make some calls to the girls so that they could co-sign my story.
“Hell no, Nina! Where were you?” she demanded as she came closer to me.
“I went to the concert with my friends, and then we hung out afterwards,” I snapped.
“What friends? Who did you go out with? Whoever they were, you didn’t tell me yawl was hanging out after the concert!”
“I don’t have to tell you my every move Tina. I’m a grown ass woman and I can do what whatever I want to do! Now, I’m going to bed, good night!”
I thought that was going to end the argument, but just as I turned to head to the bedroom I felt a blow to the side of my head.
The crazy bitch had hit me. I never saw it coming! I turned around and charged back at her without even thinking. That was just the warrior inside me. You hit me and I’m going to keep swinging at you until one of us surrenders.
I had a temper that only came out when provoked. She provoked me and I had to fuck her up. I beat the hell out of her as if she stole something. Then called my friends to come over and make sure she didn’t try anything else.
I gathered some clothes to leave for a couple of days and waited for Angel and Sandy to get there.
I would have called Vanessa too, but I knew she would have tried to hurt Tina. Deep down I knew she still had a thing for me, in a twisted sort of way. Therefore, I opted not to make that call.
A few minutes later, I heard the doorbell ringing and beating on the door.
“Open this door, bitch!” Angel demanded.
“Are you ok, Luscious? It’s Sandy and Angel. Open the door!”
I opened the door. These crazy bitches had a bat and hammer in their hands.
“I’m fine. What in the hell? You bitches got bats and shit. For what?”
“Where’s that bitch?” Angel yelled. “I’m about to fuck her up with this bat!”
“No need to.”
“Did you kill her?” Angel gasped, holding her heart.
“No, fool!” I snapped, “She’s not worth the jail sentence. “She’s in the room with an ice pack on her face.”
“Why does she have an icepack on her face? What did you do to her?” Sandy demanded.
Angel responded for me, “She beat the hell out of her, that’s what!”
“Damn sure did. She shouldn’t have put her hands on me!”
I walked near the door to see if she was around. “I’m going to let this ass whooping marinate for a few days, and let her figure out what she needs to do!”
“I knew this shit wasn’t gonna work.” Sandy hissed. “She’s too jealous, Nina. You need to be with me!”
“Not now Sandy, not now,” I warned.
I packed up some clothes, making sure I had enough to last me for about a week and got my bills together so I could get them paid up.
Tina wasn’t paying for shit and I couldn’t rely on her to keep things orderly until I returned. She had definitely changed since we first got together, and things were getting worse by the minute.
She didn’t work as much as she use to, nor did she hang out with her own friends anymore. She was so involved with my life, that she couldn’t live her own!
She even started drinking more and didn’t have any sense of direction as far as her goals in life. She didn’t talk about finishing school as she did in the past.
We didn’t talk much at all anymore, which is one reason I started hanging out with my friends more and more. I was getting turned off with the whole housewife routine she had taken up. She would stay home all day, eat, sleep, and do absolutely nothing. Then when I come home, she questioned me to death, about what I did, whom I did it with, and with whom I talked to on the phone.
We didn’t even have sex as much as we used to, and it wasn’t even good anymore when we did.
After getting my things together, I left the house with Angel and Sandy following me out.
I didn’t want to put Passion out in the middle of the night with nowhere to go.
Plus, her face was so messed up that I thought I would go to jail if someone saw her. No one would ever believe it was self-defense. I didn’t have time to go through all that.
I was tired from partying all night and I had school in a few hours. I was just ready for all the drama to end. A man was sounding better and better.
Chapter 11
Room Service
The next couple of days were long and hard, but peaceful. I had checked into the Marriott when I left home. I didn’t want to be disturbed, so I didn’t let anyone know where I was. I went to school and work as usual and used my free time to study for my exams.
I knew I didn’t have to worry about running into Tina at work because of the fight the other night. I figured she wanted to stay away from everyone and heal. I didn’t mean to do her that way, but she should have kept her hands to herself, and I should have just walked away.
I missed her, but decided we both still needed a few days away from each other and I had a lot of thinking to do about our relationship, school, work, and where I wanted to work after I graduated.
Damn, that was a lot of thinking and I needed a break. I went down to the hotel bar, had a few drinks, and played on the mini game at the counter. I was appreciating the time alone, but grew lonely after awhile.
I wanted to call Sandy and see what she wanted. She had been calling me
the last couple of days wanting to know where I was and if I wanted some company.
She had invited me to stay with her, but I knew that was a bad idea from the sound of the invitation. She was definitely my weakness. I needed to figure out what to do about Tina before I moved forward with another relationship.
Just then, my cell phone rang, “hello?”
“Miss me?” the voice whispered.
I rather hoped it was Sandy. “Maybe, who is this?”
“It’s Vanessa. Are you busy?”
“I’m having a drink, Cookie. I have some things on my mind that I need to sort out.”
“Oh, where are you? Can I join you?” she asked politely.
“Okay, I’m at the Marriott, the one by the club, but don’t tell anyone I’m here.”
“I haven’t told any of our other secrets, have I?” “Not yet. I’ll be at the bar.” I hung up the phone and ordered a double shot of tequila.
Damn, I must be desperate!
Cookie was there in about a half an hour. Regardless of how I felt about her, she was gorgeous! It was hard not to stare at her. She had the looks and body of a goddess, but the soul of Satan. She even looked good with a cigarette in her mouth, as much as I hated them. It was the sexy way she curled her lips when she blew out the smoke, and the way she held it in the air, like it was a magic wand or something.
She saw me watching her. She smiled and walked over.
“Heyyyy sexy!” she kissed me near my lips and came in for another, but I resisted.
“Hey.” I was dry. I was still kind of leery of her.
I didn’t trust her, especially because she was blackmailing me. Although she didn’t feel it was blackmail.
She felt that to befriend her again was the least I could do in lieu of our secret; A secret that could destroy my relationship with Tina, and possibly hurt other people.
“What’s up, Cookie? What’s on your mind? You sounded like you needed someone to talk to on the phone.”
“No. I was just in another world tonight. I’m kind of lonely, you know what I mean?”
“As a matter of fact, I do know what you mean. I’m lonely tonight too.”
It was odd to be lonely, even when I was in a relationship.
I appreciated the fact knowing there was somebody at home when I got there; someone to talk too and to laugh with about the silliest things. I loved the fact of just having someone to just lie around and watch TV with.
Sometimes we take for granted the good things we have in life and confuse them with the things we feel we are missing.
“Are you still with me?” Cookie asked. “Where were you?”
“I was just thinking about life. How funny it is.”
Signing, she put her head down. “I know, take me for instance, I can’t seem to do anything right. I’m always hurting people one way or another.”
“Why, Vanessa? I questioned. “You seem to be a cool person sometimes. Other times you are a total bitch. Why?”
“I don’t know why, Nina. I guess I have never had anyone in my life that was real. My parents weren’t about shit either.
My mother was a drug addict and my father was not around” she began so sob. “I don’t think anybody ever cared about me.”
“Don’t cry, Vanessa. Come with me so you can pull yourself together.” I insisted.
Against my better judgment, I took her to my room so she could wash her face.
I didn’t need her to make a spectacle of us at the bar. She went into the bathroom and sat on the toilet while I got her a wet towel.
I told her to wipe her face and to stop crying. I assured her that everything was going to be all right.
As if she were a little girl, she did just as I told her. She thanked me for being so nice, even though she had been such a monster to me.
Between sobs, she asked, “Why are you being so nice to me, Nina?”
“I’m a nice person, or haven’t you noticed?”
“Of course, I have. It’s just that I expect everyone to be the same, so I try to get them before they get me.”
“Vanessa, not everyone is out to get you! Maybe you could have some friends or respect, if you treated people right!”
I went back into the room, got the ice bucket out, put some cubes in a glass, and poured myself a rum and coke. Vanessa came into the room, sat on the bed, and watched me as I made my drink in silent. She looked around and noticed that my suitcase was there and that I had a bag with dirty clothes, which suggested that I had been there at least a couple of days.
“Why do you have a room here, Nina?” She seemed concerned. “What’s going on?”
“I would rather not talk about it,” I snarled. “Especially with you!”
“Nina, I get what you’ve been saying. I have to trust somebody and work on being a better person. If I can start by being there for you, sincerely, then I know I can change.”
“I want to trust you, but I don’t. You, like many people, haven’t been trust-worthy.”
“Look Nina, I apologize for making you think I would tell your girl about Sundae. The truth is, I never intended to. If after tonight you don’t want to hang out with me, you don’t have to worry about me telling,” she promised.
We talked for some time over drinks and Cookie opened up to me for the first time. She told me about some things she went through in her life, about not having any real friends and not ever being able to trust anyone every since her uncle molested her and no one believed her, not even her own mother.
She left home at sixteen and had been on her own ever since. Over time, she had been beaten by abusive boyfriends and betrayed by others she thought were her friends. She was treated like an outsider by her family and felt like the world was against her. She had to protect herself by any means necessary.
It was all beginning to make sense to me, why Cookie was the way she was. If I had gone through some of the things she had gone through in her life, I may have turned out the same way.
I was starting to open up to her. I had a completely new outlook on the situation and a newfound respect for her. She even turned out to be a very funny person. She had me laughing until I cried.
“I never thought I would willingly be in the same room with you again, but you’re alright V,” I confessed.
“Thank you, do you realize that you’ve called me by my real name more than once tonight?” she pointed out and smiled showing her deep dimples.
“Yes, that’s because tonight I see Vanessa, Not Cookie. You see, Vanessa is cool, but Cookie is a Bitch!”
“I know, but you still haven’t told me why you’re here. Tell Vanessa.” she insisted.
I took a deep breath and turned to make another round of drinks.
“Tina and I had a fight and I left for a few days to let things calm down.”
“Like an argument fight or a fist fight?” she raised a drawn brow.
“A fist fight, it happened the night of the concert. I called Sandy and Angel over to make sure everything was straight before I left.”
Surprisingly calm, she looked up at me. “Why didn’t you call me, I would have kicked that bitch’s ass!”
“That’s why I didn’t call you. In addition, I couldn’t tell her I was with you. She hates you.”
“I know, but I’m not too fond of her either. I still don’t understand why you’re here.”
“I’m here because I don’t want her to know where I am. No one knows but you, and I want to keep it that way for now.”
“I won’t tell,” she assured, “but how long do you plan on staying?”
“Until I figure out what I’m going to do about Tina. It’s not like she has anywhere else to go.”
She seemed surprised, “Who’s Tina? Is that Passion’s real name?”
“Yes, you didn’t know that?”
“Never cared, and still don’t. You should put that bitch out and move on. You can have anybody you want. Why her?” she shrugged.
“You don’t
know her like I do.”
She cocked her head and rolled her eyes. “Apparently, you don’t either.”
“Touché”
We held up our glasses and toasted to, “Getting to know people before getting involved.”
We must have had a few too many drinks and too much weed; because we started talking about the first time we knew we liked women.
Cookie confided to me that her first time was with her cousin, then with friends of her aunt’s children. She said they became closer than family could ever be.
It was the kind of close that made them more like kissing cousins. She was very young when she knew she liked girls, as was I.
I told her about one of my experiences when I was in grade school. There was this little girl in my class that I just adored. I would follow her around on the playground and sit behind her during story time. I would steal the barrettes off her hair so that I could have something of hers.
“You are making this up!” Cookie burst in laughter.
I laughed too. “No, I’m not! I’m serious.”
“For someone who doesn’t trust me, you sure tell me a lot of secrets,” she winked.
Winking back, I agreed. “Maybe it’s the weed.”
I was so caught up with Cookie and actually having such a good time, that I didn’t hear my pager going off.
I looked at my list of pages, and couldn’t believe what my eyes saw.
‘Water’ had paged me three times and left 9-1-1 in the last page! I stood there looking at my pager as if I was waiting for it to say something.
“What?” Cookie asked.
“Have you heard my pager go off anytime tonight?”
“No. Who is it? Passion?”
“No.” “Water”
“Fuck him! I can’t believe his arrogant ass had the nerve to treat me like that! I can’t stand some of these asshole rappers. They think they’re better than everybody else!”
I ran to the phone. “I’m gonna call him back to see what he wants.”
“I can tell you what he wants!” she smirked.
