by Turner, Xyla
“Hey, I have some things I've been thinking about that I want to discuss with you,” I started off by saying.
“Shoot,” he took a large bite of his fish.
“So, I've enjoyed our time together but we’ve been together every day for the past two months now. You think we need some time apart or something?” I was curious.
“You're thinking about what Winston said?” Was his response.
“Well, yeah. Sort of.” I shrugged. “He's not the only one that has said something.”
“I don't give a fuck. What we have is between us. Nobody else is in this. So unless you have questions about us, everybody else can go fuck themselves.” Goliath had his elbow on the table with his fork pointed towards the ceiling.
I wasn't sure what to say to that because I didn't have a question per se. I had a built-in friendship that had turned out to be the best. Yet, we were missing something that I couldn't put my finger on.
A few weeks later, Goliath took me to the mall to get some clothes that he ended up paying for. We argued and fussed but he won. When I returned from the dressing room, Goliath was chatting with one of the saleswomen.
“No, she's a friend,” I heard him say.
“Ahh, good, just a friend.” She smiled. “So you're available for dinner?”
I cleared my throat.
“Yes, he's available for dinner,” I answered. “What day would be best?”
She smiled and said, “How about tomorrow night? My house?”
“Perfect!” I raised my eyebrows at him and whispered. “Uh oh.”
Goliath growled and said to the lady, “Will you excuse us?”
He grabbed me by the elbow and took me out of the store.
“What are you doing?” he snapped.
“Hooking you up.” I laughed. “She's cute!”
“That's not funny. I'm not fucking interested in her. Don't do that shit again.” He was pissed.
I stepped to him and said, “Goliath, I will do it again because you need to get out, have fun and get laid.”
“I'm good,” he said through his teeth.
“No, you're not.” I challenged him. “You need to get out, get a girlfriend, let them meet your parents, and go live your life.”
“That's not with you?” He stepped closer to me. “I'm the happiest I've ever been right fucking now. I'm at my best and you want to keep pushing me. Pushing me away, huh?” His nostrils were flaring.
“No, no.” I put my hand on his chest. “No, Goliath. I want you to take the next step in your life. That's all. It's one date. Come on. I'll even help you prepare. She's cooking dinner and you like food. Please. Humor me, please.”
His head descended causing our foreheads to touch.
“Okay, Phoebe,” he nodded, “for you. Okay?”
I clapped and hugged him. “You're going to have so much fun!”
I couldn't have been more wrong.
The entire time I kept wondering what was happening with them. Then I had this eerie feeling that wouldn't let up. I didn't want to seem over bearing or even territorial, so I didn't call him. He was probably engaged in some sexual activities at this point.
A knock on my door, broke me out of my haze.
I peeked out and saw Goliath standing there with his head down.
“Goliath?” I unlocked the door. “What are you doing here?”
He walked in, picked me up so my legs wrapped around his waist, then he turned me around so my back was against the closed door.
“Shh,” he whispered, then his forehead fell on mine but he continued to roll it back and forth so our noses were swiping each other’s with each movement.
He wanted me to be quiet but I wasn't sure what was going on and more importantly what he needed from me at that moment.
“Goliath,” I whispered.
“I don't want to go out with anyone,” he said through clenched teeth.
“Okay, that's fine,” I nodded. “Maybe next time, then.”
“No,” he snapped at me.
His tone caused me to jump a little. “Alright,” I said sternly. “Did something happen?”
“Fuck no.”
“Well? Why the change of heart?” I asked.
“I didn't want to go in the first fucking place.”
“You said you'd do it for me,” I said. “You did it, and now it's over.”
He groaned, then yelled, “Fuck!”
My fingers ran through his hair and I started to hum the first song that came to my head. It was my attempt to calm him down and chase away whatever was ailing him.
Goliath’s breathing started to slow down and the tenseness in his shoulders began to unravel. Therefore, I kept humming and massaging his head with my fingers.
His warm nose brushed against my skin and then his lips touched mine.
Oh.
His lips lingered on mine and for the life of me, I wasn't sure what to do.
Did he mean to do this? Was he caught up? What in the world was happening with him?
I wanted to ask him and bring him back but I was afraid that he would stop what he was doing. I didn't want him to stop.
“Tell me to stop,” he said against my lips. “Tell me no.”
I couldn't say it. There was not one ounce of matter in my body that could utter either word.
“Goliath,” I pleaded.
And he heard me because he kissed me hard and I matched his intensity. His teeth scraped my bottom lip as he took it in his mouth and sucked on it with his lips. After Goliath let it go, I fisted his hair and tried to hold his head still so I could take what I needed. Suddenly, my emotions, feelings and lust took over and I was practically clawing at him.
Before I could, Goliath redirected us and we started to move towards the bedroom.
We fell on the bed and I jumped the man. There was no shame from my end, he was the first one in five years. The buttons started flying off his shirt as I tore it open but Goliath grabbed my hands when I went for his buckle.
“Wait,” he said, right before he flipped me over on my back. “I want to remember every single fucking thing.”
He ripped off my shirt and I quickly unlatched my bra before he demolished the good one. Once my breasts fell out, Goliath stopped and stared.
“God,” he sighed.
Then his face descended and that hot mouth covered my left nipple. A moan escaped me and my back automatically arched so he could take more.
Goliath went back and forth between my breasts worshipping each one. I laid there and allowed him to have his way. The squeezes, pinches, nips, and bites were all welcomed, and I had no objections. My body did what he wanted it to do, what his hands, and will commanded from it.
“Phoebe,” he murmured as he unbuckled my jeans. “I’m clean according to my last exam from six months ago.”
“When's the last time you had sex?” I asked.
“Four years ago.”
WHAT!?!
“Are you serious?” I gasped.
“Very fucking serious.” He began to pull off my jeans. “You?”
“I'm clean and the last time I had sex was this morning with bob.”
He stopped, then he asked on a growl, “Who the fuck is Bob?”
I leaned up, kissed him and said, “My vibrator, silly. It's been five years for me.”
Goliath continued to stare at me, then he spoke, “You say the craziest things.”
I burst out laughing until he silenced me by dragging down my jeans and panties, spreading my legs and latching onto my clit with his mouth. The sigh was the only thing that left my mouth.
He kissed, caressed, and flicked my nub with his tongue. The amount of energy that flowed through my body was enough to ignite a rocket. Goliath’s mouth was magical and no matter how much I moaned my release this morning with bob, nothing compared to him.
I whimpered and he had the nerve to suck harder.
“Oh my God,” I moaned. “Yes, yes.”
Goliath slide his
finger inside of me and I came apart right around him; moaning my release. His slippery tongue twirled around continuously as I calmed down along with my breathing.
“You taste like heaven,” Goliath moaned.
Goliath’s arm reached around to his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He retrieved a condom and unbuckled his pants. I knifed up to help him but his hand moved me back down. I pouted a little and Goliath said, “Stop.”
Once his pants and briefs were off, he put the condom on and placed his elbows near my head.
“Want to go slow, Phoebe. It’s been awhile and I want to make this good for you.” He kissed my nose. “Plus, it’s you.”
“It’s already good for me,” I interjected. “Simply perfect.”
“No, you’re perfect.” He captured my lips again.
As we kissed, Goliath entered me with slow and measured strokes. I had to be tight because it had been so long since I was with a man. Although, I had a bob, it was not the penetrating kind but instead just a trusty bullet that would give me an orgasm.
Once Goliath entered all the way, I was no longer kissing him back but gasping for air. The impact of us being connected was so powerful, every single part of me felt as if I was about to combust. I was so close and the feeling was so overwhelming, I wasn’t sure what to do with my hands, feet, mouth, or my body.
“Phoebe, stay with me,” Goliath began to stroke. “Baby, stay with me.”
My body wrapped around him as his hands dug into my butt cheeks and he lost all control. He might have started slow but after a while he began to power into me, causing me to scream out my orgasm. I bit him on the shoulder, which urged him on causing our sweaty bodies to slide against the other. It was hot, sexy and all us.
“Phoebe, baby, I’m coming,” Goliath growled. “I, I…”
My fingers ran through his hair and I pulled it hard, then whispered. “Yes, honey. Come.”
He roared loudly and trembled all over me before he collapsed.
Our rapid breaths, dripping sweaty bodies and post-coital haze were a clear sign of enjoyment.
I know my eyes closed but I don’t remember anything after that.
For the first time in life, I had been rocked to sleep.
The good way.
Chapter 8
Done Deal
Goliath:
When I woke up, I knew where I was as I’d woken up at Phoebe’s many times. Only this time something was different.
Fuck.
The night before came rushing in like a broken damn.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
My mini-panic must have jolted Phoebe as well, because she opened her eyes, looked at my face and smiled, then her eyes moved down to my chest and she screamed.
“Oh my God,” she gasped and nearly jumped out of the bed.
“Shit, I’m fucking sorry,” I tried to console her.
Phoebe’s large eyes closed tight as her face frowned, then she said, “Is this going to be awkward?”
“Hmm,” I grunted.
She sighed and I asked, “Are you okay?”
“Oh yeah, I'm perfect. Just not sure what to do about the morning after you have awesome sex with your friend.”
“Yeah, uh, I didn’t mean for this to happen. I mean…” I hopped out of bed, grabbed my clothes and said, “I'm going to head out.”
“Okay,” Phoebe sounded relieved, “and I'll see you later, right?”
“Hmm,” I mumbled.
Fuck me.
I did not mean to go there with her. She was the craziest person I knew but she was my peace, my light.
Fuck!
I took a ride out of town to clear my head. Well, mostly to get her out of my head. She was everywhere and I was lost without her. Aimlessly moping around as she put it one time. She had told me I needed to do something with my life, join a bowling league or some shit. The fucking woman was hilarious.
The further I rode the more I realized I was closer to Harrisburg than I wanted to be. I drove through a small town and saw a bunch of bikes outside a bar. The music was playing, the crowd was alive and it reminded me of how we partied when we were on leave. We used to throw them back and sleep it off the next day only to do it all over again until our leave was over. The fucked up part is that I probably hadn't been to a bar since then, but this place called to me; I pulled over.
It was called Peppers and it was homely enough. There was a blond chick on the microphone doing a call and response with the crowd, then she sang a few verses of a song.
She was really good and the crowd only reaffirmed that fact. There were two women in the front who were screaming for the singer and cheering her on.
When the song finally ended, the singer said, “Okay, I'm going to take a ten-minute break and then I'll be back. Duty calls.”
Everyone started laughing at the comment. I asked the female bartender for beer on tap. She nodded and started to pour the amber drink into a glass.
“Here ya go,” she said as she slid the glass toward me.
I nodded.
A few minutes later a lady saddled up next to me and said, “You're not from around here. I know everyone.”
My headed nodded again.
“Care for another drink?” she asked me.
“No, I'm good,” I said as my eyes remained on my beer.
“Now, that, you are,” she crooned. “Well, you just let me know if you change your mind.” She rubbed my arm and my skin all but crawled.
It wasn't that she was a bad looking woman. The lady was older than me and she looked good but she wasn't her. No woman had touched me like that except her and it was never sexual.
Now, we were fucking doomed. Sex and friendships never worked. Why the fuck I took us there was just the goddamn biggest fuck up in the past five years. She was everything and now we’d be reduced to awkward acquaintances.
That, I couldn't have.
The woman left the stage and was soon replaced by a man.
“4th Infantry, stationed in Iraq. Camp Taji,” a voice said.
My head swiveled around so fast I had to hold onto the counter.
There stood a man with a clean face, long dark hair that brushed past his shoulders and looked to be of a Native American heritage.
“Names, Apollo. Where were you?” He pointed towards my army tattoo.
Well, goddamn.
“52nd Infantry, stationed in Camp Bonzai. Baghdad. Name’s Goliath.” I extended my hand toward him.
We shook and he pulled back enough for me to see his white tee and the cut that read Legion of Guardians.
I almost laughed because Phoebe had just told me to join a club.
“How long you been out?” he asked me as he sat down on the stool beside mine.
“Three years. You?”
“Going on ten.” He shook his head. “I miss it sometimes.”
“Yeah?” I looked at him. “How long were you in?”
“Ten years,” he nodded. “You do something that long, you'll miss it too.”
“Yeah? I've thought about going back, but it wasn’t in me?” I said. “Life ain't the same no more.”
“Fucking right.” He nodded. “But you make that shit work. Stay in touch with your platoon, get a core group. Some even settle down and tie the knot and shit.”
I laughed.
“Funny, right?” He nodded.
“Right.”
“You got a woman?” he asked.
“No,” I answered. “Well, I don't fucking know.”
He burst out laughing and said, “Shit, man. You sound like me. Just plain fucked up.”
“You can say that,” I agreed. “I take it you have or had a woman?”
“Now, what I had was a fucking horrible lapse in judgement and fucked up any chance I had with said woman. Her ass is engaged to be married to some stick.”
“Damn,” I whistled.
“Well, whatever's going on with your shit, do me a favor and fix
your wrongs man. Make that shit right before you lose the privilege to even be in the same room with her alone.”
“Yeah, man. I hear you, loud and clear.” I drank the last of my beer. “However, a friend of mine once told me, it's never too late to fix your wrongs. Maybe you don't need to be alone with her but she just needs to hear you above everyone else.”
Apollo nodded and said, “Goliath, shit, you just might be on to something.”
“Noted,” I said.
Apollo looked at me and said, “You just driving by or you live near here?”
“Driving by but I'm only two hours out.”
“Okay, come to our table. I want you to meet somebody.” He waved towards a table full of bikers.
I nodded and said, “Right behind you.”
I paid for the drink and followed him to a table in the back.
There were a few people seated in the back along with women sitting on guy’s laps. One of the women was the singer.
“Razor, got somebody I want you to meet,” Apollo called to the man looking into the singer’s eyes.
She wasn't just a groupie; the man was gone for her. I looked to their fingers and saw they had on wedding bands and hers was huge.
“Alright, honey. It's time for act two.” She kissed him.
He rubbed her belly and that's when I noticed that she had a little bump. “I'll be here,” he said with a gravelly voice.
His eyes turned towards Apollo and he said, “Who’s your guest?” Just like that, it was back to business. Here sat a man who could gaze in his lady’s eyes in one minute and put a man down in the next.
I could dig that.
“He's just passing through but he's army like me. Don't know him per se, but got a feeling you might want to chat,” Apollo told the man with the salt and pepper goatee.
“Well, that's my cue to go. You guys start talking all of that club shit and I don't need to be around,” said a mocha-colored woman with long flowing hair.
She was sitting on the lap of a very muscular man, who was also clearly smitten with the woman on his lap. Despite his slap on her ass, the two communicated with their eyes and gestures. Also, there were rings on their fingers too.
Damn, what kind of club was this?
They all had on cuts that had the same emblem, their names and titles.
