His imagination grew more and more colorful. “Am I grabbing your titties from underneath you?”
“Yes, your hand is squeezing them, feeling them bounce as you reach around to hug me along my waist and I feel your pulsating penis about to let go.”
“Am I pounding you like you’ve been a bad girl?”
“Yes, like I’ve been a very bad girl. And then I lower my torso so that you can get all the way inside.” Her breathing started to get shorter and shorter. Her moans accompanied his next question.
“I pull your hair from the back as you look upward toward the headboard, screaming for me to hit it harder and harder, right?”
“Yes. And you pull my hair so hard that I scream.”
“Let me hear how that pussy sounds right now.”
She put the phone to her wetter than wet opening and inserted her middle finger, letting him hear the sweet sounds of the moistness he’d created.
She returned the phone to her ear. “Do you like that,” she asked.
He was deep into the moment. “That sounds so good. Now I want you to picture me in there, banging you into the mattress, plummeting you with my stiff dick. I feel your juices run like a river while you squeal for me to keep going.”
She agreed, “Yes, just like that, just like that.”
“And then just as I get a glimpse of you in the dresser mirror, I spank you so loudly and so hard that you scream again.”
“You slap me again and I scream again and again. I get so excited that I reach back to slap my own ass and you demand that I do it again and again.”
Mason put the phone between his chin and chest and started squeezing his left nipple with this left hand, focusing the thumb of his right hand back and forth over the tip of his hard rock. “And just when I grab your cheeks as they spill in between my fingers, bouncing up and down to accompany my stroke, I feel my blood start to flow with more and more force. The flow starts to rush up my thighs, to my hips, to my ass, and all through my dick as I yell, shit, I’m coming, and shoot my cum deep inside of you. Just like that baby, just like that.” Mason slowed his words as he opened his eyes, looking down to find his own juices spewing over his fingers.
He panted deeply as he asked, “That was good, girl. Was it good for you?”
“It was really good for me, honey,” she said as though she was totally satisfied, too.
“Good night.” Mason told her.
“Sleep tight, Mace,” she said to a click.
The next Sunday, Mason returned home from Orlando and was bombarded by meetings. He also had an appearance that took up half the day. He decided to take a nap before dinner was served.
Mercedes and Venus sat in the backyard on the wrought iron chairs, overlooking the beautiful surroundings. It was time to spend that quality time with each other that Mercedes had mentioned at the mall. The conversation became real and honest.
“Venus, you cannot possibly think that this family feels indifferent toward you for marrying Claude.”
“I think they resent me for marrying my dead friend’s man, yes.”
“I can tell you that I do not. That’s for sure.”
Venus crossed her legs toward Mercedes. “Yes, Mercedes, but you can’t speak for your husband, or even my stepson. I always feel like the black sheep tramp of the family. Before I knew it, Claude and I were in Vegas saying I do.”
“I think you and Claude have a great marriage. Maybe Fatima and Claude never got married for a reason. We all know she was into her own thing.”
“Don’t I know it. Fatima was an only child. Her mother was on welfare and had trouble trying to support the two of them. When Fatima was in middle school, she found out that her birth mother was selling her body to put food on the table. And her mom was doing it right in front of Fatima’s face. Sometimes with Fatima right in the same room of their single apartment. She’d pretend to be sleeping when a strange man would crawl right into her mother’s bed. She’d wake up the next morning and her mother would hand her a few bucks for lunch. She hated spending that money, and eating the food, and wearing the clothes that her mom’s Johns provided. It really screwed her up at a time in her life when she was very impressionable. She almost dropped out of school after one night, while her mother was sleeping, one of her mom’s tricks tried to climb in bed with Fatima but she whacked the hell out of him and ran out the door, never looking back. She ended up living with her birth father who had remarried. Those are Cameron’s grandparents who are so supportive of him now. He tried his best to get her back on track. She lost touch with her mother after a while. Her mom didn’t even come to Fatima’s funeral.”
“Dang, I never knew that.”
“I grew up down the street from Fatima. I’d let her come and stay with me and my mom and dad. That was until my mom left my dad for another man right after I graduated from college. Even in my early twenties, it turned my life around so badly. I vowed to never, ever divorce once I got married.”
“So you and Fatima had always been close, huh?”
“Oh yes. For a long time. My mother ended up moving to Chicago. I used to visit her more, before I got married. But her man and her, I mean my stepfather, never come out here to see me. My real dad has always been around though. He just refused to ever commit to a woman again. I sort of felt the same way about commitment. That’s why I wasn’t really in a serious relationship until I met Claude. But with him, it was like falling in love with a friend.”
Mercedes had a lightbulb moment. “That explains a whole lot, Venus. Life is such a trip. What happens as a child really does relate to how we treat ourselves as adults. I mean, our parents’ actions really do affect our adult relationships, don’t they?”
“They seem to.”
“And with Fatima going through all of that, it sort of explains the whole promiscuity thing. Women always complain about absent fathers, but it really hurts when a mother doesn’t make a child the priority. Her mother didn’t save her. I mean mothers are supposed to nurture and always be there. But at least Fatima grew to be close to her real dad. It seems like both of you had your dads around.”
“We did.”
“Do you ever feel bad for not being able to convince her to leave that crazy guy alone? The one who killed her.”
Venus massaged her temples as she spoke. “I tried, Mercedes. I knew Owen was fucking crazy. But Fatima was so monogamous-phobic. She had to have variety. And it was like she was trying to protect him or something. She seemed so reluctant to really break it off one hundred percent. Maybe she had some deep dark fear of him really hurting her. He’d threaten her all the time. And he did it, just like he said he would.”
“Just like he said he would? I remember you telling the police about that,” said Mercedes. She was all ears.
“He told her if she ended it, he would end it for both of them.”
“Dang. But Venus, tell me, why in the hell didn’t she just go to the police herself?”
“Maybe because she just plain old didn’t believe him. And I think it was because deep down, she really liked him. But not as a husband. She never wanted a husband. Just as a lover. Fatima was insatiable to say the least. From what she’d tell me, the two of them had crazy sex. I guess he really knew how to hit her spots.”
“That’s what those damn orgasms can do, impair your freakin’ judgment. She must have been too tired to please Claude half the time.”
“First of all, after she hooked up with Claude she didn’t have to work so she had plenty of time on her hands. But I doubt that Fatima would have had trouble pleasing even four men. I’m sure her appetite allowed her to please both of them. It’s just that Owen wanted more than she could give him.”
“Venus, there must be so much pressure on you, being that you were the only one she ever really talked to about what was going on with her and other men. Especially what was going on with that psycho. But one thing you must keep reminding yourself is that what happened to them was all a part of their experie
nces in their lives. You could not have saved her if her day to die was Thanksgiving afternoon. Don’t beat yourself up about it. It was God’s will.”
Venus rocked back and forth in her chair. “I beat myself up because I’m now the wife of the love of her life. She needs to be here with him, not me. She needs to be here raising her son, not me.” She banged her forehead with the palm of her hand. “Why would she ask me to go ahead with something like this? And why did I agree? This all started that night she asked me to do her a favor. She asked me to share her man for a night.”
Something nudged Venus’s memory and she recounted what happened. She sat back and crossed her legs.
I can picture Fatima stepping out of the Olympic-size pool in La Jolla like it was yesterday. I watched her sashay around in her rainbow string bikini as we walked inside to a private indoor area near the Jacuzzi and sauna.
“This is the life,” she said, walking over to pour water over the hot rocks. She took such great care of herself and I know she enjoyed being the woman of a successful man like Claude. They each did their own thing and they never sat still. Not even for a minute.
She said to me, “Venus, you know what? I’m going to tell you something and I don’t want you to get offended or feel shocked by it so I’m warning you, it’s pretty wild.”
“What?” I asked. By this time, all I was wearing was a green bath towel.
She admitted, “Sometimes, actually quite often, Claude and I fantasize about you in bed.”
“Oh, thanks for telling me. That, I really don’t need to know.” I remember laughing nervously.
“True, but after all this time, I think I need to just throw this out there for you to swallow, or spit out”
“Okay.” I waited.
“Claude’s birthday is next week. Actually it falls on Thanksgiving day.”
“And?”
“And, I thought it would be a great idea to ask you to be his present so to speak. You know, to ask you to be part of a manage a trios so to speak.”
“A threesome? Oh, I’m spitting that out for sure,” I told her.
“Venus?” It was like she was begging.
“With you and Claude?” I asked.
“Yes, with my Claude and me. I’m willing to share.”
“Wow.” I was awestruck.
“Venus, come on now, I think I know you pretty well after all these years. I know you’re not the saint you try to pretend you are. You’re nowhere near as curious as I am, but I know you think about certain things every now and then.”
“Oh, you just know it, huh?”
“Venus, tell me you’ve never fantasized about being with another woman.”
“Okay, I’ve never fantasized about being with another woman.”
“Oh, can the act. I see the way you look at women when they walk by looking all good. You always turn around for a second look.”
I explained the difference. “That’s just women checking out women, making sure they don’t have more than we do. That doesn’t mean I want to lick them.”
“Well, I get hit on so much that I think I must be giving off some type of gay-dar or something. But I don’t feel gay. I just feel curious. A lot.”
“Well, that’s you. I know I’m not gay, that’s for sure.”
“So, you think you have to be gay to be with a person of the same sex?”
“Duh, I think so.”
“I don’t.” She was dead serious.
“Well, we differ on that. I can’t imagine going down on any woman. That’s nasty.”
“How about if they went down on you? How could that be any different from it being a man? It might even be better”
“Because the woman would still have a vagina between her legs when she was done, that’s how. Then what?”
“See, that’s when women like you need a man around to finish off the job. That way you can get licked by a woman and fucked by a man. No harm, no foul.” She amazed me with her openness.
“Foul, it is. I’m not even into that.”
“How do you know?” She leaned in closer. “Claude is six foot four all over,” she sang like a tease as if it would titillate and make a difference.
“Whatever. I just know.”
“Venus, try it with us. Just this once. Please. If you don’t want me to touch you, I won’t.”
“Fatima.”
“I’m serious. I just want to watch Claude fulfill his fantasy.”
“That doesn’t threaten you?”
“Not in the least. If anything it just helps to spice things up,” she said. “It’s not like you’re seeing anyone who would mind.”
“Thanks for reminding me. But, what if he seems like he’s enjoying himself a little too much?”
“That’s the point. Would you want your man to not enjoy himself?”
“You trust Claude that much?”
“I trust you that much. I can’t think of another woman I would rather share a special evening with like that than you.”
“Have you two done this before?” I just had to ask, because Fatima had never mentioned it to me before.
“Once before, in Vegas. We hired one of those girls who came to our room and did me. He just watches. Okay, twice before. But this is his birthday. His special day. You will have fun, I guarantee you, girl. Come on, lighten up,” Fatima said. She even reached over to hold my hand.
I pulled my hand away and folded my arms along my waist. And then I asked a dumb question. “What if I like it?”
“You are so damn stupid. If you like it, we keep on doing it. If you don’t we won’t.”
“That kind of thing can ruin a friendship.”
“Trust me. It won’t.” She gave a half smirk. “Venus, I love you so much that I know I can trust you with my man for one night. Even if something ever happened to me I’d trust you to be someone he could turn to. Actually, I would want the two of you to be together. That way, I’d know what he was getting. You love me and you’d love him, I just know it.”
I had to ask her to clarify that statement. “You mean, you wouldn’t mind if your best friend got with your man if you died. That’s creepy.”
She still went on to explain. “What better person to share your man with? Someone who you know is loving and trustworthy and caring. And Cameron loves you to death.”
“Let’s not even talk about that. You’re not going anywhere,” I told her. Little did I know her fate.
She still insisted on continuing on about her wish. “Venus, let’s get real. You know how crazy Owen’s ass has been talking lately. I’m just going to say this. If something were to ever happen to me, I would want you to look after my Cameron and Claude like they were your own. Promise me”
And then I actually helped her to underestimate what Owen was capable of. “Owen isn’t going to do anything to you. He just talks shit. But you really need to leave his dumb ass alone.”
“Girl, just promise me?”
I just wanted to shut her up. “Fine, Fatima, I promise to be with Claude if you die. How’s that? He probably wouldn’t even want my ass after being with your open-minded self.”
“Yeah, right. Good, so we have two deals. One for next week, and one for… well. Let’s just call it the if deal,” she said.
“The if deal. Yeah right. Hopefully, I’ll be married and have a man of my own one day. And I sure as hell won’t share him. I want babies too you know.”
She actually kidded about it. “This way, you’d have an instant family.”
I was not amused. “Fatima, stop.”
“And I saw you checking out my titties through my bikini top. You’re going to have a ball.”
I was in denial but she did make me laugh. I swatted her back with my hand. “I did not. They’re so damn big it’s just hard to miss them.”
“We’re going to get you out of that closet yet. That’s a promise.” Fatima was a damn fool, that’s for sure.
Venus snapped back into reality. “I miss her.”
/> Mercedes gave her sister-in-law a direct look, with her jaw slightly dropped and her eyes fully expanded. She caught herself and gave a quick blink, snapping back from Venus’s story. “Wow. All this time I had no idea.”
Her shock was apparent to Venus. “You know what, Mercedes? I know all of that sounds weird.”
Mercedes played it off. “No, it just comes as a surprise, that’s all.”
“And Mercedes, I’m not gay. I was just curious. I felt safe with Fatima.”
Mercedes put her hand up. “I didn’t say a word.”
Venus glanced up toward the sky. “It’s haunting sometimes, Mercedes. I made a decision to go forward with that evening. But one thing that Claude never did was touch me. We just did it for him. And then I ended up going forward with my other promise.”
“Yes, you did. And you lived up to it. I guess one shouldn’t knock others for what they do. Unless you’re put in that situation, you really cannot judge anyone.”
Venus seemed to be in a daze, as though she no longer heard Mercedes’s response. She fiddled with the gold bangle on her wrist. “At times, I can still smell her scent. She had this earthy, Egyptian musk oil she’d wear morning, noon, and night. I think it kind of seeped into her brown skin like maple syrup in a pancake. I smell it in the house, in our bed, in her car, on the towels, even on Claude sometimes. It’s the weirdest thing.”
Mercedes still could not hide her taken aback look, but seemed understanding. “Wow, girl, that’s pretty deep. I’m sorry you’re having a hard time. The two of you just need to get away and talk this out. I know Claude doesn’t have any regrets, not about marrying you anyway.”
“Mercedes, you know he misses her. He won’t admit it but, I’m not even sure he sees me as someone he loves. I think since I’m the next best thing, he tolerates me. And I think he feels comfort in knowing that I knew her so well, unlike anyone else. I think it was easier for him to marry me than to start dating and looking for a new woman. But I know he’s not happy.”
Mercedes’s supportive, understanding nature shifted into fifth gear. “I agree that he hasn’t been the same since she died. I also think that Claude’s not happy with himself, or with me and Mason more than anything. He just wants his way with his mom. That’s the only dilemma I think he’s been working through right now. But now that she’s living with you two he should be a little more satisfied.”
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