by Anna J.
I done told this chick about fucking with my whip, and she was still testing me. A small part of me believed that she liked getting her ass whipped in a kinky sort of way, but I wasn’t in the mood tonight. I just got this car not too long ago, thanks to her wrecking my last one, and I didn’t feel like going through any extra shit with her. I got out of my car and took a deep breath. I swear, I didn’t feel like that shit.
“This is what we’re going to do,” I said to her, afterwards grabbing my belongings from the car so I wouldn’t have to turn my back on this dizzy bitch if she decided to flip out.
“Nevaeh, get in your car and go home. Call me when you get there, okay?”
“I’m not leaving so you can call that bitch!” she said, storming toward the locked door of the building I lived in.
I was suddenly glad I had gotten my keys back from her because I hoped like hell I wouldn’t have to bust her ass out here tonight.
My first instinct was to run after her, but I didn’t. Instead I turned and got back in to my car and started it up. By the time she realized what I was doing, I was already backing my car out of my space and pulling off. I had to laugh as I watched her try to sprint up and catch my car, and she probably would have caught me if I was driving a little slower.
Why did I fuck with this chick? It wasn’t the looks because, once again, even though I told her I’m tired of seeing her naked, she insisted on walking around with no damn clothes on. She was real catty-acting and always putting me through bullshit, yet I still fooled around with her. I must be a glutton for punishment.
Now, here I find myself in front of Midori and Ray’s house just like I was back on Valentine’s Day, looking through the binoculars that stayed in my glove compartment. Ray’s car is parked in his usual spot, and I have the sudden urge to flatten his tires. I guess Midori stayed with him for the same reason I keep fooling around with Nevaeh—We don’t know how to really part ways.
Digging in my pocket for my cell phone, I pull out Monica’s number along with it. I toss the idea around in my mind on whether I should call her tonight, but I don’t know if Nevaeh will be stalking me or if she will just peacefully go home. I know that idea is out the moment I look at my phone and saw all the missed calls I have from her. Driving off, I decide to give Monica a call anyway, just to see what she was up to.
She answers on the first ring, and I drive around aimlessly as we laugh and talk about everything. I stop to get gas and end up meeting her at this cute little restaurant named Tonda-layah’s that is known for having some good soul food. When we get there we are seated immediately, and Monica tells me it has been a while since she’s been in there, but she had purchased the restaurant for one of her closest friends.
The owner isn’t there, but we enjoy a delicious meal that is on the house, and the story she tells me about the situation with her son has me emotional.
I notice that her pink outfit matched her jeep perfectly. Even the interior is pink. We talk a little bit more outside of our cars before she goes on her way, promising to stay in touch.
I don’t listen to Nevaeh’s messages until I get safely in the house, not knowing if her crazy ass will jump out the bushes on me or some shit. She went from cursing me out, to apologizing, to cursing me out again, and honestly it doesn’t faze me at all. I just know I am intrigued by this Monica chick and I know I have to get out to Atlanta as soon as possible. In the meantime, I take a second to download these pictures from my phone. I won’t be using them right this second, but I know I will . . . eventually.
Silent Treatment
Midori
Surprisingly, Ray has been actually compromising, giving me space. All without a fight or anything. Not since that night when I packed up his shit has he said a word to me. By the time I come down in the morning he’s already gone, and there’s breakfast sitting on the table. Every morning I walk right past that shit because he might be trying to poison me on the low or something.
I’ve been getting a lot of prank calls also, and the few times I called back, the phone would ring at Mike’s office. I chalk it up to Barbara’s simple ass playing on my phone because she has nothing better to do, but Mike is actually still trying to be cool with me and Ray. I honestly didn’t even have a problem with Mike, until I found out that he was in on that shit with his wife and my husband. For couples to swing, doesn’t it take participation on both sides?
I wonder briefly about Jaydah. Did she ever finish her book up, and what happened with her and Nevaeh? I wouldn’t be surprised if they were kicking it again, because Jaydah is selfish like that, but I still miss her. The things she could do with her hands left me speechless. I know her book tour will be starting back up again soon too, and I’ll miss those trips.
By the time I get to work, I have three messages from Ray. I hope he isn’t calling with some begging shit, because I don’t feel like it.
I wait until later in the afternoon to call him back, and by then he had called three more times. When my receptionist asked him if he wanted to leave a message, he would just say he’d call back. I honestly don’t feel like talking to him about anything.
He calls again as I am leaving the job, and I mouth to my receptionist that I’m not there and don’t even bother to wait for a response. Once outside, I hop in my car like someone is chasing me and speed off.
I’m curious about what Jaydah is doing and decide to stop over there before I go home to deal with Ray. Maybe we can sneak something in before I go home. It’s been a while since I’ve been done right, and today I’m more than willing to return the favor.
I call her a couple of times on my way over, but she doesn’t answer the phone. I decide to go ahead and pop up anyway because she may have been in her office writing, but I’m certain that I can sway her to have some fun for a little while. When I get there I see her new car parked in her designated space. She ended up getting that because her old car that Nevaeh messed up was too much to fix, so her insurance company wrote it off.
I dial her number once again after I get out of my car, and still get no answer. Maybe she’s ’sleep or something, or maybe her ringer is off, because sometimes she does that when she’s trying to concentrate. I say hello to her doorman and chat with him while I wait for the elevator to come.
I can smell all kinds of food cooking when I get off the elevator, and I know that’s no one but Ms. Avery, Jaydah’s neighbor, in there baking pies for church on Sunday. She would always send Jaydah down a pie every weekend, but I had to stop messing with that good home cooking because both our asses started getting a little heavy.
I knocked on Jaydah’s door and waited. I could hear her laughing at something as she walked toward the door. I figure she must have had her ringer off because she’s definitely home. She opens the door and peeks out, giving me a strange look that speaks volumes. I know my popping-up privileges were revoked a while ago, but I didn’t think I would get this kind of greeting.
“Hey, call me back in about an hour. I got something I gotta do real fast,” she says into the phone, never taking her eyes off me.
“Can I come in?” I ask her after an awkward silence. She has me just standing in the damn hallway, like I’m a stranger and shit. Is this the new Jaydah who is threatening to emerge this spring?
She opens the door hesitantly, like she really doesn’t want me there, but I step in anyway because I’m determined to change her mind about me. She’s more than likely still pissed about how things went down between us, and I should have been with her instead of Ray. I know this, but it’s not like Ray and I are merely boyfriend and girlfriend. We are married, and walking away wouldn’t be that sweet. I thought she got that, though.
“So what did I do to deserve this visit? It’s been a while since you’ve been in my neck of the woods.”
“It’s been a while, I know. I was thinking about you, so I stopped by. I thought that was okay.”
She’s leaning against the door, her arms folded tight across her chest.
She has on a cute little wife-beater that says SPOILED ROTTEN in rhinestones and a matching thong. She smells like she just got out of the shower, and everything looks nice and moisturized.
I tear my eyes away from her erect nipples to look in her face. Maybe I shouldn’t be here, but I’m selfish and came to get what I want.
“Well, I wasn’t doing anything really. Working on my next book, you know, trying to get it turned in.”
“Cool. What do you want me to do? Come back or . . .” I don’t know what to think. She’s acting like she’s truly moved on, and I’m hurt by it a little.
“No, you can chill since you’re here, but do us both a favor and call before you come the next time.”
She walks into her bedroom in front of me, and I take pleasure in watching her ass bounce with each step. She has that cranberry polish on her toes that I love so much, and she smells like my favorite scent, Almond Cookie from Carol’s Daughter. Somebody must have taken a trip to New York without me.
I want to ask her who she was talking to on the phone before I walked up, but it really isn’t any of my business. Besides all that, it was probably that damn Nevaeh. I take the liberty of scanning the place, and it doesn’t look like anyone has moved in.
Jaydah smiles when she catches me searching, but she doesn’t say anything.
I take my jacket off and hang it up on the back of her bedroom door, and make myself comfortable by removing my clothes down to my bra and panties and lying on the bed next to her.
She looks at me like she wants to say something, but instead she makes room for me on the bed before turning her attention back to her laptop.
I try to read over her shoulder, but I know she hates that, so I lay back on the bed with a pillow propped up under my head. I wish I had grabbed one of her ponytail holders before I lay down, because I don’t feel like getting up. To compensate, I push my hair from under my neck and fan it out on the pillow. I watch her type away on her laptop for a few minutes, and decide I need to distract her so I can get what I want.
I didn’t want to bother her, I swear, but when my hands began to travel down my stomach and to my throbbing clit, I know for sure that it would feel a lot better if it were her hands instead of mine. I want her to strap up with my favorite toy and do to me what she did to make me fall for her in the first place. I wonder briefly if she had used it on Nevaeh, but I don’t have the heart to ask.
Leaning over, I kiss her on her shoulder just as she is pushing the save icon on the screen. I remember her telling me one time that she did that often while she was writing, just in case something happened along the way. After she clicks the button, I close the computer completely and motion for her to turn on her back.
She looks at me like I’m crazy at first, but after securing her laptop on the nightstand next to the bed she obliges and turns over for me.
I don’t rush. I take my time kissing the smooth skin on her stomach, noticing that she is getting a little thick, but it’s in all the right places. Normally she would have taken off her shirt and panties, but I guess she’s making me work for it tonight.
I move up and press my body against hers, sucking and biting her nipples through the fabric of her shirt, welcoming the feel of her legs wrapped around me. I move up more, so loving the feel of her warmth against my pelvis, and I want to remove both of our panties so I can feel her slickness on me.
Pushing her shirt up, I press her breasts together and tease her nipples until a moan escapes her lips. We are grinding in a slow motion, and I know enough to know that her clit is pressed against my pelvis and giving her all kinds of pleasure. My hands roam her body freely, easily remembering every nook and cranny that makes her a woman.
I slide down her body, trailing kisses along the way, until I get to her well-kept triangle, the heat a welcome feeling against my face.
Jaydah has her legs up and out in a perfect V, and I know her clit is pulsating, waiting for me to touch it. I move her thong to the side and stick my tongue out like I’m going to lick an ice cream cone and dip my tongue into her slit. Her body tenses up and relaxes when I take her clit into my mouth and suck on it the way she likes it. I’m hoping she’ll come quickly.
I’m stirring up my own juices, my middle finger racing back and forth across my clit. I can’t wait to feel my toy inside me again. I put everything I have into pleasing her, but I’m distracted by her cell phone ringing.
She hears it too, because she swings her legs over around my head and gets up from the bed to answer it.
When she does, a smile spreads across her face a mile wide. Whoever is on that phone must be special, because I’ve only known her to smile like that when she was talking to me. She takes the call outside the room and I can hear her laughing.
When I look at the clock, an hour has passed since I’d gotten there. She must be talking to whomever she instructed to call back. I’m salty as shit about this, but I hope she’ll end her call so we can finish. No sooner than the thought pops in my head, she comes back in the room.
“Hey, listen,” she begins as she scoops her laptop up from the table and cradles it in her arms. “We’re going to have to hook up another time. I need to take this call. Let yourself out, okay?”
She doesn’t bother to wait until I answer. She turns back around and goes into the living room.
I’m so fucking mad, I’m seeing red. I start to just go in there and finish what I was doing, but I get dressed instead. When I come out into the living room, she’s laid back on the couch with her feet kicked up, smiling and shit. I want to hurt her real bad, but I keep it moving.
When she looks up, she holds her hand over the mouthpiece on her flip phone and mouths, “We will talk soon.”
I slam the door so hard, I hope her pictures fell off the damn wall. It doesn’t seem to faze her, because I can still hear her laughing in her phone conversation. I shouldn’t have come over here, and as I drive home I hope I don’t have no mess to clean up there. Hopefully Ray’s ass is still at the office and I can just go up to my room.
Phone Sex
Jaydah
“So did you find them?” I ask Monica about the situation concerning her son.
Apparently, the couple who adopted her son are missing in action, and she was trying to get to the bottom of the situation. They couldn’t be found, and that was against the contract agreement they had set up when she left town. Monica never really got into exactly how she came to give up her son and the circumstances behind how he was conceived, but something tells me she got into some shit when she was here, and that was the reason why she rolled out.
I’ve learned a lot about Monica since I met her at the art exhibition a few days ago. She was originally from Philly, living right in the neighborhood I grew up in. She said she was down here for the art exhibit she sponsored once a year for molested children and to visit some guy she’s messing around with who plays for the Eagles, but they never got a chance to hook up.
I liked her conversation though. She’s greedy just like I am, wanting enjoyment from both sexes, but enjoying women more. We agree that I will make a trip down there, and that will be cool, because I’ll just have my publicist set me up some signings during my visit.
“You should put me in one of your books. I guarantee my life story would be a bestseller.” She laughs into the phone.
It would be interesting to pick her brain, but do I really want to know that much about her?
“Let me think about it,” I tell her as we continue our conversation. I know that what she would have to say would determine how long my ass stuck around.
“So what’s your story? What masks are you hiding behind?” Monica asks me in an inquisitive voice.
I don’t know how much I should share with her but figure, how much could I lose? Just dealing with Nevaeh is a story within itself, and I need a damn laugh real fast.
I know Midori was mad about having to leave. I’m not going to lie to you, I miss the way she could just touch me wi
th just her pinky finger and make my body go into convulsions. I was on my way to a nice orgasm too when the phone rang.
That hour went fast, and I didn’t think Monica would be calling me right back, but in a way I was glad she did. If Midori was successful in making me cum, I would have been stuck again. That thought doesn’t stop me from fingering my pussy while I talk to Monica on the phone.
I abandon my laptop to the coffee table, and I’m trying to forget what Midori did to me, but the slickness between my legs won’t let me.
“Jaydah, what are you doing?” Monica asks me for maybe the third time.
I didn’t hear her the first two obviously, and decide to play devil’s advocate just to see where her head is at.
“My clit is begging for attention,” I respond in a breathy voice while I press it between my thumb and forefinger.
“Is that so? Do you have your panties off?” she asks, sounding like she’s trying to get comfortable.
“Yeah,” I say, slipping out of my thong in record time.
“Okay, I want you to follow me and do as I tell you. Take your shirt off if you have one on. I want you completely naked like me.”
Telling her to hold on, I pull my wife-beater over my head, the cool air in my drafty condo covering me like a second skin. I’m so comfortable on the couch that I don’t want to move to turn the heat up. Besides, I know that by the time this conversation is over I’ll be on fire!
“Hello?” I say into the phone after I make myself comfortable again on the couch.
“Don’t get scared now.” Monica laughs into the phone in a sexy sort of way.
I give her a slightly nervous laugh in return, puzzled by why I am so tense. I’ve done this plenty of times with Midori and Nevaeh, so what’s so different now?
“I ain’t never scared. Trust and believe. Now let’s get this thing started.”
I chance a glance at the clock and see that it was almost eight o’clock. I guess I can miss an episode of American Idol for a possible orgasm. I like Monica’s style, and I know, if we ever hook up on this level, it will be off the chain. It appears that both of us like to be the dominant one, and I’d like to see how it plays out.
