Love- a Forgotten Art

by Ivy Symone

He leads me away to a vacant sofa some feet away. He sits first, then guides me down to his lap.

  “Here, hit this, love.”

  I think, how courteous. I take it and pull hard on it. I cough a little and take another pull. I know this is irresponsible, but this is my night to get fucked up. At first, I was nervous, but now, I’m ready.

  “Did Chell treat you well while I was away?” he asks.

  I nod and pass him the blunt. His arm secures me on his lap while his free hand squeezes and rubs on my thigh, hip, and ass.

  “What’s your name?” he asks while stifling a cough.

  “It’s Dasani.”

  “Dasani,” he echoes my name with intrigue. “Like the bottled water?”

  “Yep.”

  He nods in thought. He puts the blunt back up to my lips. “Hit it again.”

  I do as he says. He pulls from it once more before putting it out on a nearby ashtray. His hands return to my body; the left still groping my left side and now the right rubbing my thighs. He’s confident and his movement is fluid. He touches me like we’ve been here before; like we’ve been together. My body responds as if we’ve been together also. My center begins to twitch, and my nipples harden and ache.

  “Do you know who I am?” he asks. His hand slides under the hem of my black lace bodycon dress.

  I shake my head. “I just know your name is Prime.”

  “Good,” he answers huskily as he admires my body. His lips find their way to my neck and softly begin to suckle and kiss. My eyes instantly close as I relish the feel of what I’ve been longing for.

  “You come here often?” he whispers in between kisses.

  I try to speak but nothing comes out; so, I just shake my head.

  His fingers have discovered I have on no panties and they brush against my pussy lips. It causes me to gasp, and my heart flutters.

  “What did you come here to do, Dasani?” Prime asks. His fingers have now caressed down my slit to my opening. He lets out a satisfying moan when he realizes how wet I already am. Slowly, he uses two fingers to fuck me.

  I’m about to lose it already. I think I release my clutch and let it drop to the sofa. My legs open more for his access. My hand wraps around his forearm as I fuck his fingers back.

  I whisper, “I came to get fucked.”

  He releases another moan and begins to kiss me again on my neck. He brings his fingers out to rub on my clit, and he finds it to be protruding and hard as a rock. Most men are intrigued by the size of my clit and want to take a closer look. I wait for a reaction, but he says nothing.

  I bite down on my bottom lip to keep from screaming like a madwoman. Not only is my clit big, hard, and protrudes but it’s sensitive. One stroke can have me dripping wet. The gentle strokes of his fingers have me flooding and I’m sure his leg will have a big circular puddle on it.

  “Damn, you wet as fuck,” he groans. “Your mother definitely named you right.”

  My leg begins to tremble as I’m rushed to the brink of orgasm. He alternates between rubbing my clit and inserting his fingers inside me. I’m gushing and we both can hear the wetness as he begins to get a little aggressive. I reciprocate the fervor because I want this.

  I need this.

  “Oh shit.” I hear the panic in my voice as he vigorously rubs my clit. It seems to stiffen to full length and then I’m pushed over that ledge. I cum hard almost biting my bottom lip completely off.

  He whispers in my ear, “That was good. You ready for some fun now?”

  I’m unable to answer right away because I’m still coming down from an orgasmic high.

  He fumbles with his pants, but he asks again, “Are you? You want this dick now? Say yes, baby.”

  I can only nod as I inhale and exhale deeply.

  He positions me facing forward and dips a little on the sofa. I feel him fumbling around behind me, then seconds later he tries to enter me from underneath. I reach down to help insert him inside me and I’m pleased to feel his condom-covered girth.

  Though I’ve been turned on like a faucet, his size, and the fact I haven’t had dick in forever makes his penetration somewhat difficult. So, he has to short stroke me until I’m ready to receive him. And I feel every bit of him pushing through, forcing my muscle to give.

  “Why’re you so tight, love?” he whispers.

  I reply with anguished whimpers. I don’t care that it initially hurt; all I know is I need this. I begin to match his thrusts until he’s sheathed within my walls. I squeeze once causing a trigger effect. One after another, I have small waves of orgasms sending us both into a frenzy. It’s like once I’m turned on, I can’t stop.

  My muscles grip and release him over and over. He lets out his own whimpers and moans as he holds still and enjoys the feeling. His hold around me grows tighter and he lets out a tormented groan. He bites me on my neck followed by a hard suck before he begins to start thrusting in me aggressively.

  This is what I’ve been waiting for. This shit hurts so good but it’s so bad. I’m not supposed to like it.

  Daddy loves you Dasani. You love Daddy?

  I hate dick. I hate men.

  Daddy need you to make him feel good.

  Prime’s deep hard strokes are sending me to a place I try to forget; a place that I pushed deep down in my memories.

  You feel better than your mama. Your mama ain’t never made Daddy feel this good.

  I’m disgusted with myself.

  “No,” I cry. I grab Prime’s arms and tug at them. I want him to let me go.

  He doesn’t hear me. He continues to pound into me. When he tries to kiss my neck again, I move away and shake my head. Tears are streaming down my face.

  “Stop,” I whisper in a cry. I yank harder on his arms. I turn to face him, and I tell him, “Please stop.”

  He’s confused and his movements come to a halt.

  Concerned, he asks, “What’s wrong?”

  I can’t explain. Shaking my head, I continue to cry quietly. He’s probably about to cuss me out or try something physical so I hop off him, straightening my dress in the process. I notice my clutch and some of the contents have spilled. I quickly snatch up my things and stuff them back into the purse.

  Before I try to walk away, he grabs my wrist gently.

  “Are you okay?”

  I nod and try to break free. He won’t let me go.

  “You can’t go. C’mere love,” he says in a soothing tone. He pulls me back down to his lap. Believe it or not, although I just freaked out, the feel of his thickness under my ass is turning me back on.

  There’s something special about Prime. He’s showing me patience and compassion and doesn’t even know me or know why I’m acting so crazy. And I’m letting him hold me, caress me, and place soft kisses on my face where my tears rolled down.

  “You want to get out of here? There’s this place down on Cartier that stays open twenty-four hours where we can get a drink and just talk if you want. Or I can take you home with me and I can feed you and—”

  I start laughing.

  “As long as you’re laughing,” he comments while still caressing me as if he’s comforting his daughter.

  In a way, I feel vulnerable right now; like I’m that little sad and confused girl looking for someone, anyone to come and save me. I know I’m going to take him up on his offer and leave with him, but for now, I let him hold me, and I hold him.

  He feels safe.

  Chapter 2: Cam

  Positive.

  Fuck! What am I going to do now?

  I place the home pregnancy test down on the bathroom vanity and cut my eyes at it as if it betrayed me. Hell, in my mind it did. The mothafucka is disloyal! But if I kept it real, the problem isn’t the damn test; it’s his quick-nutting ass.

  “Cammy!”

  I release a frustrated groan. This little girl ain’t working my nerves today. The day just started but I can’t wait until this evening so I can drop her off with their granny.

 
; “What!” I yell. If I don’t answer, she’ll never go away.

  “Can I—”

  Cutting my daughter off, I holler, “No!”

  I listen intently for the sound of her feet scurrying away. Once I’m sure she’s gone, I lean up against the vanity and fold my arms under my breasts. I stand there in deep thought.

  I ain’t having another kid.

  Period.

  I have one already; four-year-old Ari. I had her at sixteen, but my mama took care of her at first, but she made me start taking care of Ari when I became eighteen. Needless to say, I’m not too keen on parenting. And I know my mama won’t be coming to my rescue this time.

  Shit, I wouldn’t even know what to do with a newborn. I guess I need to let Reese know so he can help me get rid of this pregnancy.

  I dispose of the evidence deep in the trash before exiting the bathroom. Ari is right there waiting in hopes to try again at winning me over. At her feet is her partner in crime, Chung Li, our new black and white kitten.

  “Hey Cammy,” she greets cheerfully. She has never referred to me as “mama.” I don’t mind though because most days I don’t feel like I’m her mother. She offers a small wave with her tiny hands and smiles. Her cherubic cheeks make her chinky eyes almost closed. “We hungry. Can we…uhm…eat some make some Crunchies?”

  This girl will eat Captain Crunch all day if I let her.

  I tell her, “Yeah, just don’t make no mess. You know Deuce will whoop your ass.”

  “Kay!” Ari exclaims excitedly before licking the snot resting on her top lip and taking off running down the hall with Chung Li racing behind her.

  I head back to my bedroom. I push the door up behind me but don’t close it so I can listen to Ari’s activities.

  Walking over to the bed I reach for my phone that’s supposed to be on the nightstand but it’s not there.

  “Here, ‘bae’ just text you,” Reese sarcastically says as he offers me my phone.

  I feel my face screw up with aggravation as I practically snatch my phone from his grip. “Why you got my fucking phone?”

  He gestures toward the phone in a dismissive manner. “Talk to your bae.”

  I smirk. Is Reese jealous? Good. He should be.

  I turn my attention to the text Reese is talking about.

  Bae: I’m on my way back to the city. Got you and the kids some things (kissy face emoji) Can’t wait to be home. Love you bae! (Hearts and more kissy faces)

  “Why you have to go use the other bathroom?” Reese asks. He lounges under the covers in bed casually like he belongs here.

  “I wanted some privacy obviously,” I answer smartly.

  “When Deuce coming back?” he asks, no longer interested in his first question.

  I shrug. “I don’t know. Don’t y’all communicate?”

  Reese grimaces. “Man, c’mon. There you go.”

  I snicker.

  “So, what was bae’s text about?”

  “Just the regular stuff. Missing me and the kids. Can’t wait to come home.”

  He focuses back on the television hanging on the wall directly in front of us. On the other side of him, Alexis sits up and do a little stretch making her ass-length ponytail touch the bed. She lets out a yawn.

  “What time is it?” Alexis asks. She slightly turns to look at me.

  I glance at my phone. “It’s a little after eleven.”

  “Damn, we slept that long,” she comments. She hops out of bed and looks for something to cover her naked body.

  Reese jokes, “Shit, it seem like we just went to sleep up in this bitch.”

  Yeah, we had one hell of a night. When bae’s away, the mice will play. And I play! You hear me?

  But…

  Yes, there’s a but. I love women and all, and I love me some Alexis. She’s a big ol’ freak. Sexy, thick, and just gorgeous redbone. When we’re together in public, people often ask if we’re sisters. Our differences show in our hair though. I wear my hair in a low natural cut, and it’s dyed a vibrant raspberry hue almost. She likes wearing twenty-six-inch bundles, wigs, or braids.

  Alexis’ head game is fire! She can lick the poon-poon all night and make me cum back to back. Me and bae done had our own three-ways with her before but that was prior to bae getting all serious and wanting a “family” and shit. Bae has gotten boring and too focused on work lately. That’s where Reese comes into play.

  Back to what I’m trying to say; I love women, both fems and studs, but I want Reese. I want him to be my man. I love me some Reese. He’s a big solid man. Quiet. No-nonsensical. Beast in the streets. Pockets fat. Dick fat. Tongue fat.

  Regardless, I still want Reese. Only problem is, he’s kind of in Deuce’s orbit as well as my baby daddy’s. And Reese already made it clear he doesn’t want anything more than sex. He feels bad enough he’s fucking me behind Deuce’s back, but he knows he’s providing me something that Deuce can’t. He thinks Deuce will understand that but not if he has a romantic relationship with me. So, Reese keeps our involvement to a minimum and barely shows emotions. But the nigga can’t get enough of me. Whenever we can, we hook up. Sometimes we have company, but most of the time it’s just us.

  I love him though. I also love Deuce. But like I said, Deuce isn’t the same anymore.

  Alexis saunters her big ass and hips to the en-suite bathroom and closes the door behind her. I shoot a quick text back to Bae: Can’t wait for you to come home. Miss you bunches bae. Love you (kissy face emoji)

  I wait until I hear the shower come on before I turn to Reese and whisper, “I’m pregnant.”

  Unbothered, Reese murmurs, “Oh yeah.”

  “Nigga, it’s yours. What we gon do?”

  He sits up and grimaces. “What?”

  “You heard me. You the only nigga I’ve been fucking besides Deuce.”

  Reese shakes his head and shoots me a dubious glare. “I know I ain’t the only nigga you fucking. Yo pussy too hot for that, lil mama.”

  I roll my eyes in exasperation. “You the only one in the past month.”

  “Still don’t believe that,” he says, throwing the covers off his naked body. He swings his legs around and scoots to the edge of the bed looking for his clothes.

  “C’mon, Reese. I ain’t gotta lie about that.”

  He’s standing up now and dressing in silence.

  I ask desperately, “Will you give me half to get rid of it?”

  “Cam, you got plenty of money. Take care of that shit yourself. And why the fuck you being so careless? I thought you couldn’t get pregnant.”

  “I thought maybe you’d wanna help since it’s half your responsibility too.”

  He scoffs in amusement which peeves me. This is what I hate about him.

  I pout. I ain’t got no money. Deuce just got a new car, so I wanted a new one too. However, Deuce wanted to be an ass and wouldn’t get me what I wanted. If I wanted a brand-new Benz, I would have to use my own money. That’s what Deuce said. So yes, I just purchased a brand-new metallic diamond white C300 4Matic Mercedes-Benz and it’s parked in its assigned spot in our building’s garage right now.

  I didn’t want a car note, so my funds were depleted. I ain’t worried because Deuce provides all the rest of my needs. Shit, I live in a thirty-three hundred square foot, luxury, three-bedroom, three and a half bathroom, ninth floor penthouse. Deuce makes sure me and Ari wear the best of the best. We eat good every day. My hair and nails are fresh every week.

  My point is, I’m not worried about not having a penny to my name. Deuce makes sure I’m good. But this nigga Reese…He’s nothing like Deuce. Give me a little more time and he’ll be wrapped around my finger just like Deuce.

  Fastening his jeans, Reese gripes, “I don’t get you, lil mama. You got it good here and you wanna fuck it up by getting pregnant. How you gon’ explain that shit to Deuce?”

  “I’m not!” I exclaim incredulously. “That’s why I’m telling you so you can help me.”

  “Cam, I kno
w you got money, lil mama.”

  “I just got that car.”

  “Deuce got you that.”

  I frown. “Deuce made me use my own money. It took everything I had.”

  “You said you had that shit covered, lil mama. You gotta take care of that yourself.”

  He’s pissing me off.

  Reese pauses to tend to his phone. He taps around on it for a few seconds then look up at me with his brows wrinkled in question. He asks, “Did you know Prime was back in JC?”

  “Who?” I ask in shock.

  “C’mon man, don’t act retarded. Lil mama, you know who I’m talking about.”

  “Is his whole team with him too?”

  Reese nods.

  “Naw, I didn’t know that,” I say. “But how you know?”

  “Just got a text from Box an’nem talkin’ bout a meeting tonight followed by a party.”

  “Tonight?” I hope my mama don’t try to get out of watching Ari tonight. Damn! I ask, “Are you going?”

  Reese shrugs his shoulders. “I might. But I’ll holla at’chu later, lil mama.”

  “Are we gonna finish—”

  He continues to dress while hurrying out of the room. “Naw, lil mama. Ain’t shit else to discuss. Handle that and let me know when it’s done.”

  Ugh! What the fuck am I supposed to do? If I have to ask Deuce, then I’ll have to explain why I need hundreds of dollars all of a sudden.

  I turn to my phone and scroll through my call log until I find my mama’s number. She answers as if she’s out of breath.

  “What do you want? I ain’t opening my door for you until two.”

  “I ain’t calling about that, but we will be there at two,” I assure her. I ask with a chuckle, “Why you breathing like that? Terrance over there putting it in ain’t he?”

  “First of all, lil girl, mind your business.”

  I laugh. “Mmm-hmm. That’s what it is.”

  “I wish. I’m over here on this damn elliptical. You know your mama gotta stay in shape.”

  I really laugh now. “Yeah right. Mama, you don’t exercise.”

  “You don’t know what I do over here. I’ve picked up about fifteen pounds that I need to get rid of.”

  “Yeah, I didn’t want to say anything,” I joke.