by Anna J.
I spread her sweater out on the ground, much to her dismay, but once I put my head under her skirt and started to go to work on her clit, she forgot all about her sweater getting dirty. We were right in the middle of the bushes, so she couldn’t lean up against the trees, and I could feel her body sway a little as she tried to balance on one foot while her other rested on my shoulder. She was clean-shaven, and it was welcomed. She pulled her skirt up and held it in her hand so she could watch me work, and I was determined to give her a show.
I used one hand to part the lips of her pussy, and using what was left of my cone, I smeared some ice cream across her clit, sucking it off and putting more back on there, until she begged for mercy. I would take some of the ice cream into my mouth and stick my cold tongue into her tunnel, causing her body to shiver in spite of the humid night air.
She cursed me out under her breath, between orgasms, about getting her sweater dirty, but she only wore it in the mall because it was a little chilly. It ain’t like it went with her outfit. Besides, it wasn’t anything that couldn’t be dry-cleaned.
I devoured her right under a full moon, and needless to say, we barely made it to Jersey. By the time we got to the hotel the clerk was looking at us like we had gotten into a fight, because of our disheveled appearance, but in reality, we were tearing each other apart on the ride over.
Just as I begin to cum, I come back to, taking a glance at my watch. The prison guard’s face looks like a glazed donut as I rub my pussy from his eyebrows to his chin trying to build this nut up. We are just coming up on twenty minutes, and he doesn’t seem like he is going to stop, so I knew I would have to finagle some shit through this phone call.
Since he is eating me so well, I may have to make two phone calls, but I need to call Nevaeh first. I have to warn her ass that an ass-whipping is due for this shit.
“Don’t forget about that phone call you owe me,” I politely remind his ass, stopping him briefly from doing what he was doing. He is actually pretty damn good, but I have to handle business.
He doesn’t say a word; he simply pulls out his cell phone and passes it to me, diving right back in between my legs.
The first person I call is Nevaeh, but she doesn’t answer her phone. I start to leave a nasty message, letting her know I will be coming back for her ass, but I don’t want her to use it against me in court, so I hang up.
Since guard guy is still getting his eat on, I take the liberty of calling Midori, but I get her answering machine as well. I guess she and Ray are working it out after all. I try to leave a message, but her mailbox is full. I can’t believe this shit.
As I close his phone, I look down at him having a damn field day, and gently pull him from my pussy so I can scoot up. His face is completely glazed over, and the top half of his shirt is soaked with my juices. I almost want to laugh at how dumb he looks, but decide against it, since I may have to use him later.
“That’s enough for now,” I say to him as I get up from the floor and slide my pants back on, my vagina lips feeling slick against my panties. I take the liberty of punching my number into his cell, at least until I got out of here, just in case I need another favor. He looks disappointed that it was over, but once he sees me putting my number in, he has a smile on his face.
“You can take me back in there with the rest of those bitches. I don’t want to hear no shit from any of them.”
He doesn’t really have much to say, walking around all obvious that we did something, with that big dumb smile on his face. I have to tell him to wipe his face off while we are walking back to the holding cell before we get too close. When he lets me back in there everybody is looking at me strange, but they all know not to question me, because I have attitude written all over my face.
“Come on tomorrow morning,” I say to myself, leaning my head against the wall. Hopefully by then I will be able to post bail and be out of this hellhole, and back to handling my damn business.
I wish for a second I had my laptop with me because I could have put some of this bullshit in the book I was writing. At least I would have been able to get some of it done.
Another Relationship
Midori
I’m speechless, not believing a word that comes out of Mike’s mouth, but believing it all at the same time. He was in cahoots with all this madness? Everybody knew but me? Am I truly the last man standing? And apparently this shit has been going on for a couple of years now, but how am I just now finding out? Am I so absorbed with Jaydah that I can’t see my own home falling to pieces?
My head is spinning, and I can feel a serious headache coming. Just as he was quiet, only breathing, while I talked; now it is my turn to be mute.
What it all boils down to is that the Evans are swingers and had recruited my husband a long time ago. The plan was to bring me into the mix as well, but for whatever reason, it never happened as planned.
Mike informed me that this had been going on since a few years after we met, all of us going to the same med school before branching out into our individual fields. Although he and Ray often shared his wife, he had no idea she was seeing him on her own. That wasn’t in the agreement. Initially it was supposed to be a trade-off, his wife for me, and we were all supposed to kick it. But I never liked his wife and dove straight into building my practice, so they just kept it as a threesome.
Mike keeps me on the phone for at least an hour, just as I did him, and we conclude our conversation with my letting him know to expect a package from Federal Express tomorrow with the pictures I had found inside.
I hang up the phone even more confused than before I called. I’m not even sure if I warrant the right to be mad, because in all honesty, we stepped out on each other. Ray just got caught slipping, but who’s to say he hadn’t caught me and just didn’t say anything? I’m hurt and confused and spiraling out of control, but who can I talk to?
I sit staring at the wall, lost in thought, when my cell phone begins to ring out of nowhere. I can’t find it at first, and by the time I locate it in the bottom of my junky pocketbook, the phone has stopped ringing. Flipping the phone open, I press the button for my missed calls list, and I don’t recognize the number that is listed. Normally I wouldn’t even call back, because everyone I talk to is already stored in my phone list, but I push the talk button anyway just to see. Maybe it was Ray calling and he used someone else’s phone because he thought I wouldn’t answer his call.
The phone rings four or five times before someone answers it, and I don’t recognize the voice on the other end. I give my phone a puzzled look, like the person on the other end can see it.
“Yeah, who dis?” The person on the other end answers the phone all ghetto and shit.
I know for sure at that moment this person isn’t anyone my husband or I know.
“Umm, someone called my phone not too long ago, and I was calling back.”
“Oh, I think li’l shawty called you. Hold on,” he says before I can ask who he was exactly.
Who does he know that I know? It isn’t long before my curiosity is quenched when I hear Jaydah’s voice on the other end of the phone.
“Midori, it’s Jaydah. Nevaeh got me locked up,” she says into the phone, almost like she is whispering.
I can hear dude in the background telling her to hurry up before she uses all his minutes on his prepaid phone, and I can’t believe what’s going on.
“Locked up? When?”
“Three days ago.”
“Where are they keeping you?” I ask, grabbing a pen really quickly so I can write the information down.
All I hear is Fifty-fifth and Pine, before the phone clicks off. When I call back, an automated voice says that person can’t be reached, meaning she must have used all of his minutes.
It is already evening, so I figure I’ll just go up there tomorrow afternoon on my lunch break, if she isn’t out by then. I briefly wonder why she hasn’t seen the judge yet, since it was a weekday, and what really went down with her an
d Nevaeh? Seems like sis was causing problems everywhere, and whatever happened with them, she probably deserved it.
Once the office is locked up and I talk to my co-workers out front for a while, I get into my car and drive around for a minute before going home, since I am certainly in no rush to get there. I wonder if Ray knows I talked to Mike and if Barbara knows what I had told him by now.
I wonder what my parents would think of me, and why my marriage hasn’t turned out as wonderful as theirs. They celebrated their forty-fifth wedding anniversary this year, and they seem to be still in love. And it’s not like I don’t love Ray, because I do, but where did we go wrong? Scratch that, I know where we went wrong, but how do we fix it? Is it even worth fixing? Do we even want it fixed?
I pull up to my house an hour later, trying to be optimistic about the situation, but in reality I know it’s a wrap. There isn’t any trust in our relationship, and in all honesty, how could there be? We’re too busy snaking each other. Maybe Ray can explain to me where I went wrong, and vice versa, so we can come to a mutual decision about this. Barbara, I’m sure, is at home trying to make things work with her husband, so I have to see what I could do with mine.
When I walk in I notice that the house is awfully quiet, but I know Ray is home, because I saw his car parked outside. I stop in the kitchen to grab an apple off the counter as a stall tactic, because I honestly am not ready to face him yet. Taking a bite, I figure if my mouth is full, I won’t have to talk right away.
Upon entering our bedroom I practically trip over Ray’s Louis Vuitton luggage that is stacked up by the door. The room looks like a hurricane swept through it, and I don’t see Ray anywhere.
“Ray!” I call into the bedroom, stepping over his luggage and walking toward his open closet door.
He is inside pulling out suits and shoes like he is a mad man, and although I am standing there, he brushes past me like I am invisible.
“Ray, where are you going? Why are you packing?”
He brushes by me again, this time giving me a nasty look that silences me instantly.
Is this the result of our meeting with Barbara earlier? Is he trying to leave me?
“Don’t you hear me talking to you?” I stop him when he comes back to walk by, and he snatches his arm from me, looking like he is ready to put my head through the door.
“Oh, I hear you. I hear you loud and clear, but guess what? I’m done listening.”
“What’s wrong? I mean, besides the obvious. But why are you leaving?”
He stops in his tracks and looks at me.
For the first time in all of the years we’ve known each other, I can’t tell what he’s thinking. Okay, so Ray gets on my nerves, but I’m sure I work his nerves as well. For a long time I wondered why I was with him, but for the first time, I can’t see myself without him.
“You know what, Midori, I’ve tried my hardest to make you happy. I did. All I ever asked you in return was for a family, but I was willing to wait until after you’d built your practice.”
“Hold up, this is not about a family or my practice. This is about you stepping out on me with Barbara. I spoke to Mike, Ray. I know what’s been going on with y’all.”
“I know what’s been going on with you too. Seems like I wasn’t the only one stepping out on this marriage.”
“What? You must have bumped your head on the way home. Who did I get caught with?”
I am pissed beyond recognition. There is some truth in what he said, but I didn’t flaunt my shit like he and Barbara did. What ever happened to discretion? And he has the nerve to stand here in front of me and try to throw it back in my face, like he is the one losing out? I’d rather be here alone than deal with this nonsense.
“You didn’t get caught. I’ll give you that, because you were smarter than I was about the situation. But guess who isn’t the only one who likes to take pictures?”
He is just about working my nerves, talking in riddles, but I’m not really worried because I was extra careful when dealing with Jaydah. We went out of town most of the time, and besides that one time in Central Park, we didn’t do the public-display-of-affection thing. She really wasn’t the type.
“What are you talking about, Ray? What pictures do you have of me? Just because you did some stupid shit and slept with your co-worker doesn’t mean I was out there doing the same thing.”
He doesn’t respond, and that scares me the most. What does he have on me? We were so careful, and I am confident that he has nothing on me . . . almost.
He goes to the door and ruffles through one of the many bags he’d packed, coming up with a packet of pictures inside of a Kodak envelope. He tosses them at my feet and leans against the dresser, folding his arms across his chest in a menacing manner that has me shook for a second.
I bend down to pick up the envelope, not sure I want to see what’s inside. So many thoughts go through my head at once as I see photos of me and Jaydah from as early as last February when we were at the Writing for Success conference in Atlanta. We’d walked through the fair on each other’s heels, and the pictures seemed harmless. It just looked like two girls hanging out together. The kiss we stole in the elevator on the other hand, was clearly photographed, and I wonder who could have taken it. We were on the elevator by ourselves, so when did that happen?
I am at a loss for words, and the pictures get more detailed as I flip through. There are some at Jaydah’s place and a few at hotels when we were out. I was set up, and I already know who’s behind it. I just hope I don’t end up sitting next to Jaydah in jail, because it is definitely about to go down.
“Ray, listen. Both of us were wrong, but I think we can work through it. Please, don’t leave before we have the chance to talk it out.”
“I thought you were done talking,” he says with a sneer, as if I am wasting his time.
“Ray, please . . .”
He looks like he is tossing it around in his mind for a while, then he finally sits down on the bed.
I don’t know where to start, but I know what I have to do. First, I have to fix this, at least for right now, but I am on a mission and I need to talk to Jaydah to get the information I need.
Rewind My Heart
Jaydah
They have had me sitting around in the holding room of the court for like six hours. There were at least twenty of us waiting to see the judge, and they fit us in between people who had court dates on the same day. The court-appointed lawyer who showed up on my day of questioning informed me that the reason I was in jail for so many days was because Nevaeh actually came down and filed for a protection order, having showed them the cuts that were up and down her arms. Now, I will say this. I whipped her fuckin’ ass, but I didn’t pull a knife on her. I guarantee you that the simple bitch cut her arms herself and blamed that shit on me.
At the end of the day though, it was her word against mine, and I had no scars or bruises to show for it, except for a few scratch marks on my arms from her trying to defend herself.
Yes, I know that her wrecking my ride wasn’t enough reason to beat her the way I did, but there are two things you just don’t mess with: my car and my money—unless, of course, you’re just trying to get on my bad side on purpose. I was pissed, but regretted it a little. Maybe I should have just stayed home and reported the accident without going over there. The thing is, when you’re dealing with women like Nevaeh, they won’t just stop coming around. She would keep showing up and doing spiteful shit until I forgave her and let her back in or she finds someone else to stalk. I don’t have that kind of time.
I’ll also have to explain to Nathan why I have yet to turn in my completed manuscript. Honestly, this chick has me stressed the fuck out and I can’t write. Between worrying about suicidal-ass Nevaeh and trying to juggle Midori at the same time, I’m burned out. I guess that’s what happens when you burn a candle from both ends.
I see some prisoners being escorted back to the holding area without even getting a chance
to see the judge, and I don’t know what that’s about, but I silently hope they don’t do that shit to me. I’m not sure if Midori has shown up because I can’t see into the courtroom, although I’ve tried to sneak a peek every time the heavy metal door was opened. They are not playing around here either, and the officers passing through have to put in a code every time they want to open the door.
By now it’s like four in the afternoon and my stomach is growling. All I had was the steak bagel meal my little prison guard friend snuck to me early this morning when he first came on shift, and by now that shit is long gone.
Just when I think I can’t sit another minute, my name is called to go before the judge. Apparently, the judge sees all the people who come to court on their own before those who are already locked up. That’s why we had to wait so long. I guess they figure, since we’ve been waiting all this time, what’s a few more hours going to hurt?
I step into the courtroom hoping for the best, and I notice immediately that Midori is not here, but Nevaeh is. She isn’t looking like she was in a crazy accident, with a neck brace or no shit like that, but I can see the remains of a black eye and scratches on her face. She also has on a three-quarter-sleeve shirt, and I can see some of the cuts on her arm. That bitch is on some real A Thin Line Between Love and Hate shit, acting crazy and hurting herself just like the chick in that movie.
The judge is fair, I’ll give her that, allowing me to explain myself and the situation that landed me in jail. I want to say that this simple bitch was upset because I didn’t want to be with her ass anymore. I want to tell her that she was a nuisance and didn’t want to give me space, and in reality I didn’t really want to be bothered with her, because I was in love with another man’s wife. I wish I could have told her that this dizzy bitch wrecked my fuckin’ car, and I went over there and beat the shit out of her, but in all honesty I didn’t put a knife to her.
