by Kiki Swinson
“So, do you rent or own?”
“I own,” he replied with confidence.
“What is it—a house, condo, or what?”
“I own a three-bedroom home with a one-car garage.”
“How long have you been living there?”
“For about four years now.”
“What about kids? Do you have any?”
“No.”
“Wow! That’s a shocker. And you’re not married either. Where are you really from?” I asked, smiling.
Mario smiled back, looking just like the actor Idris Elba. The brother was so handsome I wanted to take his ass in the ladies room and fuck the hell out of him that minute. “I’m from Virginia Beach,” he said.
“Well, if you’re from Virginia Beach, then how is it that you know so much about Huntersville?”
“I used to run out there a few years back.”
“Run out there how?” I asked him, even though I kind of knew what it was he was talking about.
“It’s a long story, and I really don’t want to run you off by saying what kind of guy I used to be.”
“You wouldn’t run me off,” I assured him. But what I really wanted to tell him was that I loved a bad boy. Men who are wrapped up in all sorts of illegal schemes that are getting them rich are my type. I held back though. I didn’t want to give him the impression that I was a groupie of some sort.
“So, what do you do for a living?”
“I own a couple of detail and auto body shops.”
“What is a couple?”
“Two.”
“How is business?”
“Business is fine. As a matter of fact, I’m thinking about finding another location, so I can open up a third.”
“In this recession? Your customers must be drug dealers,” I replied, chuckling.
“Yeah, some are, but I do have a few customers who are taxpayers, too.”
“I’m sure,” I said, and took a sip of my mai tai. My questions continued: “So, where are your parents?”
“They are both deceased.”
“Oh, I am so sorry to hear that.”
“Don’t be. We all have to leave here some day.”
“What a way to look at it.”
“I’m the type of guy who doesn’t sit around and dwell on things I cannot control or change. It elevates unnecessary stress in your life so I just go with the flow of things.”
“The world would run so much smoother if everyone thought like that.”
Mario smiled.
“So, do you have any brothers or sisters?” I asked.
“I have one brother and a stepsister. But she lives in another state.”
“And your brother?”
“He lives in Norfolk.”
“Are you two close?”
“Not like we used to be. And it’s like that because we live two different lifestyles. But we will get together and watch a game every now and then.”
“I can understand that,” I told him, and continued to enjoy my food.
After dinner we headed to the bar area of the restaurant and had a few more drinks. I must admit that I got drunk as hell and before I knew it, I ended up going back to Mario’s house. I couldn’t tell you how the interior of his home looked because I was too intoxicated and my focus was blurry, but I wasn’t too drunk to notice that he undressed me and placed me in his bed. I wondered if he was going to try to take advantage of me, but when I saw him leave out the room and close the door behind him, I was able to answer my own question.
The next morning he woke me up with a kiss on the forehead and all I could do was smile. I had a slight headache from my hangover, but it was bearable enough for me to sit up in the bed.
“How did you sleep last night?” Mario asked.
“I don’t remember,” I replied, trying to wipe some of the cold out of my eyes.
“You were pretty drunk last night.”
“Don’t remind me.”
“Are you hungry?”
“No, I’m fine,” I told him, even though my stomach was rumbling. And before I could say another word my mouth got watery, so I knew I was about to throw up all over everything around me. Without hesitation, I placed my right hand over my mouth and then I jumped to my feet and ran straight to the bathroom. “Uuuaghh-hhhh,” was the only sound you could hear as I vomited into the toilet. Mario raced into the bathroom behind me and handed me a hand towel so that I could wipe my mouth.
“I figured that was going to happen,” he commented.
With tears in my eyes I looked up at him and mumbled behind the hand towel, “I knew it, too. It seems like I could never hold my liquor.”
“Well, I’m going to remind you about that the next time.”
Right after I got myself together he picked me up from the floor and carried me in his arms back into the bedroom. He sat me back on the bed and told me to rest. “I wish I could, but I can’t. I’ve got somewhere I need to be.”
He placed his hand over my leg and said, “I’m sorry, baby, but I can’t let you leave like this. You are in no shape to be driving right now. If you give me a chance to shower and get dressed, I will take you wherever you need to go.”
I hesitated for a moment, trying to figure out another way I could convince him to let me leave, but when I couldn’t think of anything, I reluctantly accepted his offer. It only took him thirty minutes to shower and get dressed, and five minutes after that we were sitting inside his Benz wagon waiting for it to warm up. Realistically speaking, I didn’t have any specific place I needed to be, so what I did was have him take me to Walmart to pick up a few things for my new place and then I had him slide me on over to my grandmother’s house.
Thank God my aunt Sandy wasn’t around, because she would have embarrassed me to the tenth power. Grandma Hattie wasn’t there either. But Rachael and Carmen were there and they rushed outside when I called them from my cell phone and told them that I was out front. Their eyes grew at least an inch in size when they saw Mario’s car parked at the curb. Carmen approached the car first.
“Well, well, well, I see it didn’t take you long to find a friend,” she commented.
“He got a nice car, too,” Rachael interjected.
“What’s his name?” Carmen wanted to know.
“Mario,” I told them.
“Mario,” Carmen said, and then she got quiet as if she went into deep thought. Without saying another word, she leaned down into the car window and took a good look at Mario. I looked at her and then at him, and what shocked me was that their facial expressions were the same. And before I could utter a word, Carmen blurted out that she knew him.
“What? You know him or something?” I wondered aloud.
“Yeah, do you know me?” he also wanted to know.
“Didn’t you use to hang out here a long time ago?”
“Yeah, it’s been about five years or so.”
Carmen nodded. “Yeah, that’s about right, because I was hanging out here hard in these streets then. And I remember when you used to own that club called Reign. I used to go in there all the time until you sold it.”
Mario smiled. “Yeah, those were the days. I was doing really good until I had to shut it down after that guy chased his girlfriend into the women’s bathroom and shot her in the head.”
“Oh yeah, I remember that! That was sad.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Whatcha doin’ now?” Carmen asked.
“I own a couple of auto body shops now.”
“Get that money!” Carmen commented, then focused her attention back on me and smiled.
“What are you smiling for?” I asked her.
“Because I’m happy to see you.”
“How was work last night?”
“It was okay. I think I’m coming down with a cold because somebody from the job walked away with my jacket last night so I had to walk home freezing my tail off.”
“I told her she needed to quit that dumb job. Those peo
ple she works with are ghetto as hell,” Rachael blurted out.
I chuckled at Rachael’s comment, but then I turned my attention back to Carmen. “Do you have to work today?”
“Yeah, I’m supposed to go in tonight, but I might call in because my throat is starting to feel a little scratchy.”
“Have you taken something for it?”
“No, but I drank some hot tea with honey, so that should do the trick.”
“How long ago did you do that?”
“Not too long before you pulled up.”
“Well, you need to get out of this cold and go and lie down.”
“I am.”
Mario turned the ignition to his car back on. That gave Carmen and Rachael the cue that we were about to leave. I said my good-byes to both of them. “Tell Grandma I came by to see her,” I told them.
“We will,” they both said.
As we pulled off, I noticed how Carmen watched Mario and I leave. I looked at her facial expression while he drove off. It was a look of jealousy. So, I wondered, what was going through her mind? Knowing her predicament, she was probably saying to herself, why wasn’t it her sitting in the passenger seat of Mario’s car since she knew him before I did? Well, if that was indeed what she was thinking, I’m sorry to say it just wasn’t meant to be. She was at the wrong place at the wrong time. Not to mention, she was definitely not his type. Judging from how he acted around me, he and Carmen would not have ever clicked. She was too ghetto for his taste in women. Plus they didn’t have anything in common. All she would want to talk about was who got shot and what drug dealer got the nicest car, so their conversation would be limited.
The drive out of Huntersville was very interesting. It seemed like every corner we passed, one guy or another knew Mario. “What’s up, Mario?” I heard a couple of guys yell from the street corner. Mario would either beep his horn or wave them off. “I see you are a well-known guy.”
“You could say that,” he replied. And then he immediately changed the subject. “Where do you need to go to now?”
“You can take me back to that shopping center so I can get in my car and go home.”
“Why you trying to leave me so soon?”
“Because I need to go home and change clothes.”
“Will I be able to see you later?”
“If you’d like to.”
“Well then, it’s settled. Go home, take care of your business, and call me when you’re done so we can hang out.”
“All right.”
Immediately after we arrived back at the Check Smart shopping plaza, I hopped into my truck.
“Is that a rental you driving?” he asked.
I sighed heavily. “Yes, it is, and I am so sick of it. It’s a gas guzzler and they are charging me out the ass for it.”
“How long have you had it?”
“For about a week now.”
“If you came from New York, then why does the license plate say Texas?”
“Because I flew to Texas to visit a friend and then from there I decided to drive here.”
“Damn! That was a long-ass drive. I wouldn’t have done it. I would have caught the next flight before I got behind a wheel and drove all those miles.”
“It wasn’t all that bad. And besides, I enjoyed the scenery along the way.”
“Well, when do you have to give the truck back?”
“I have to renew it in a couple of days. But I was wondering if I should give it back and get something different.”
“Do you have a car at all?”
“Yes, I do. But it’s back in New York.”
“We can drive up there and get it if you want.”
Hearing this man tell me he would drive me all the way to New York to pick up a car I owned that wasn’t even there gave me an instant stomachache. Now, how was I going to get out of this lie? I couldn’t tell him that I didn’t feel like going up there, because that would cause him to become suspicious about what was really up with me. So I sighed once again and told him my car was in my ex-boyfriend’s name and when I broke up with him he confiscated the car from me.
“That was a sucker move,” Mario commented. “You mean to tell me there are cats out there who still do dumb shit like that?”
“Yes there are,” I replied, putting the truck in reverse. As I backed up to leave, Mario said something in reference to him helping me get another vehicle. He mumbled something about having a 2005 Honda Accord parked at his auto body shop, which he now owned because he did some work on it and the owner never came back and picked it up. I said okay just so I could brush him off and leave. A 2005 Honda Accord was not the type of car I wanted to be driving around town in. I wanted to push that Aston Martin I had back in Florida. Too bad the DEA had already confiscated it—I was shit out of luck. But who knows, maybe if I fucked Mario he’d give me the keys to the Benz he’d been pushing and drive the Honda Accord himself. That’s something I would just have to find out.
The Start of Something New
Mario and I had been in each other’s presence for the past seventy-two hours. I was thinking he was falling in love or something because he didn’t want me out of his sight. Tonight we stayed in and ordered pizza. He pulled out a bottle of Merlot to go with it. We sat around in his living room and ate almost the entire pizza along with the entire bottle of Merlot. I had to admit that I hadn’t had that much fun in a while. It seemed like all the problems I had back in Florida had diminished. It felt good to have that weight lifted even if it was just for this moment. After dinner, Mario put in a disk.
“What are we about to watch?” I asked.
“Scarface. It’s my favorite movie of all time.”
“I love that movie, too,” I agreed, as he placed the disc inside the Blu-ray player.
As the movie began, I watched Mario as he became engrossed in every scene. I could tell he loved the lifestyle that Al Pacino portrayed in the movie. Whether he knew it or not, I was infatuated with that lifestyle as well, but that was something I needed to keep to myself. So, as the movie played on, I grew tired and told Mario I was going to go lie down and get some rest.
“Go ahead and lie down in the room and I’ll be in there to join you in a few minutes.”
I got up from the sofa and headed into his bedroom, and within a couple of seconds he was down on my heels. I couldn’t believe how fast he turned off that TV and joined me. I lay across the bed sideways and he got behind me in the spooning position. I wanted him to get closer to me but he remained a gentleman and gave me a few inches to breathe. After about a few minutes of him playing the gentleman role, I scooted my body backward into his space. My ass wasn’t huge and round like one of those video chicks, but it was plenty for him because when I slid it back into his groin area, his dick erected immediately.
I knew I’d only been in this man’s presence for a total of seventy-two hours and it would probably look bad on my part to give him some pussy. But it had been a while since I had a man inside me and I needed to feel that feeling. So, when I leaned my back into his chest, I placed my hand on his leg and massaged it. I looked up into his face and waited for him to kiss me. Three seconds later, he did just that. When his full, soft lips met mine, I almost melted. The connection was so powerful it felt like I was on cloud nine. And before I knew it, he had me undressed with his face buried between my thighs. But what really fucked me up was how gentle he was when he was licking and tugging at my clit.
“Ooooohhhhh!” I began to moan, as the sensation of the feeling got the best of me. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah-hhhh, yeah, stay right there. Keep licking me right there,” I said, coaching him along as he licked me all over my pussy.
“You like this shit, don’t cha?” he whispered, his mouth sloppy wet with my juices.
“Yes, baby, you are making me feel so good. Please don’t stop!” I begged him as I massaged his head. I grabbed both sides of his head and navigated it in a back and forth motion and the shit felt good as hell. This guy had my fucking
toes curled up like I had on clown shoes. I was about to scream out and go crazy, but I couldn’t. And before I could even get a grip on myself, I held his head with as much pressure as I could muster up. “Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh,” I screamed, as I climaxed.
Hearing me scream with passion, Mario slowed down the pace at which he teased me with his tongue. He took licks and then he kissed me smack dab in the puddle of wetness I had brewing in the middle of my vagina. And within moments, he climbed on top of me with his erect dick barricaded behind a Magnum condom and then slid this entire dick inside me. I gasped for air when he filled me up with his eight and a half inches of thick meat. He pumped himself in me for about six seconds before he said, “Damn, your pussy is tight.”
I was too engrossed into what we were doing to smile or make a comment, so I grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled his face toward mine. When his face met mine, I pressed my lips against his and we locked them both together. His kisses were so passionate, I couldn’t resist the feeling I was getting. When it was all said and done, he had me down on my knees, inserting himself deep inside me. He was pumping me for dear life. “Oh yeah, right there, baby! Please don’t stop!” I moaned.
Fifteen strokes later, he grabbed me by my hips and held on to them tight. I knew he was about to come because his penetration movements got really intense. He started jerking and before I could scream, his dick exploded. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaagghhhhh!” he screamed, his eyes almost rolling into the back of his head. Soon thereafter, he collapsed right on top of me. I lay there beneath him and didn’t say one word. The warmth of his body was like insulation and it felt great.
The very next morning Mario woke me up with another round. He hit me off with a quickie this time and then we both rolled out of bed and took a shower together. It was really nice how he bathed me and I bathed him. Afterward, we got dressed and sat around his kitchen trying to plan out our day. I took a seat at the breakfast table with a cup of hot tea while he stood with his tea. He sipped it a few times and then said, “Want to take a ride with me so you can see my body shops?”
“Sure,” I replied.
