Fantasy (Lipstick)

by Hobbs, Allison

  “Tell me what time it is, like I taught you, baby,” Raven’s raspy voice commanded as Bryce’s sack fell from her mouth.

  “It’s time for that nappy dugout to get some work, bitch,” Bryce replied on command.

  Raven cracked up at his proper ass trying to sound grimy. Laughing, she climbed on her lover and rode him until he delivered an explosion deep inside her walls.

  Lying on the couch, exhausted from their escapade, Bryce listened to Raven tease him about the noises he had made during their sexcapade. He didn’t mind her taunting one bit; his time with her allowed him to escape from his world and become a freak in hers. He had become more adventurous in their sessions and, from her responses, he was satisfying her well.

  Raven woke up to an empty apartment. It was 11:30 p.m. Bryce had left over three hours ago, and she still felt a tingling sensation between her legs. It was amazing that she was able to bring out of him the lust and desires to explore his sexuality with her so freely. If his prim and proper family only knew how much of a freak their Bryce was, she was sure they would be appalled. “Shit, it’s always the proper ones that are the closet freaks” she spoke out loud walking through her empty apartment.

  Turning on the faucets she adjusted the water temperature for a warm and soothing bath for the evening.

  Glancing at her nakedness in the mirror, her nipples were erect as she palmed her breast. Closing her eyes, she escaped in the moment, rivaling in the touch of her fingers kneading the plumpness of her breast. The coolness of the air on her skin bought her back to her reality of being alone and desiring something that just wouldn’t allow her peace.

  Picking up her clothes from the living room floor, she couldn’t shake the real reason that set her off on Bryce tonight. Raven hadn’t stopped thinking about his father and wondered what it would be like to have him. She had sucked Bryce’s dick so well she imagined herself on her knees in the sunroom giving Karl a little taste of what his son often received.

  Raven lit the candles in her bathroom. The steam filled the air as she tested the water with her toe before immersing her body into the creamy foam. Running her washcloth along her brown skin, her body was relaxed as she recalled the day’s events. she had pleased her man to the utmost tonight, and now she was about to please herself as her hands made their way to the throbbing mound between her legs. The remnants of Bryce’s sex game left her longing for more. Resting her head against the back of the bathtub, she positioned both legs on each side of the tub as she began working on the sensation that was calling her. Closing her eyes, she was taken in by the smell of fresh mango that permeated from her bath water. The scent reminded her of a tropical island as her fingers worked circular motions around her clitoris; the motion of her hand was concentrated as she spread her legs wider to receive her island treat. Moving her ass along the bottom of the warm tub the water created swirling waves continuously smashing against the pink opening between her legs.

  Raven moaned as each stroke caused her clitoris to harden. Her body floated as she saw palm trees blowing in the island wind. The white sands under her naked body was warm and felt soft between the crack of her ass. “Welcome, Raven, I’ve been waiting for you,” the voice called out as a man knelt between her legs, nibbling at her soaked pussy. Removing her fingers, she allowed the tanned gentleman to lick her pussy and enjoy her pink erection. He nibbled insatiably. Her body rose with every motion of his tongue; this shit was pure torture. He was controlling her every move as she thrust her clitoris against the rawness of his extended tongue. He was calling her body to release; she was in paradise as she lay back enjoying Karl tongue-fucking her on their private island. The continuous pounding against her clitoris from his tongue sent her into a violent scream, “I’m cumming, Karl, motherfucker, I’m cumming!” Raven’s body convulsed several times as her bath water emptied from the tub. Lying in the shallow pool of water, she couldn’t move as she closed her eyes and fell off to sleep.

  The next couple of weeks only offered routine work—sleep and seeing Bryce. Yeah, she would like to say that her days were just routine, but Bryce’s father had remained on her mind every single day since she’d met the man. Yes, he’s attractive, successful, and smart, but he’s her boyfriend’s father. She was hoping that with their trip to the tropical island the other night would end the affair. “That’s not the fucking case, though, is it, Raven?” she spoke to herself while having lunch.

  For the past week she has fucked Bryce’s father on the train, in his office, at the salad bar, and doggy style in goddamn Central Park. These torrid fantasy’s were driving her crazy, not to mention making a mess of her good lingerie, it was humiliating enough that she fantasized about a man old enough to be her father, but to walk around with a wet pussy for a week was getting out of hand. She had even gone into one of the student lounges, which rarely got used at the school, so she could masturbate when the pounding of her pussy wouldn’t cease. She just needed to feel his presence like on the island.

  What the hell was happening? She couldn’t wait to see Madison tonight so she could just put the shit out on the table, desperately hoping Madison would have some advice. Besides, she could see what’s been happening with her girl’s life, which never had a dull moment to spare.

  * * * “Bryce, I’ve never seen you so upbeat. I’m glad to see you’re relaxing more and glad it’s not all office and no life.” Sylvia continued to eat, observing her grandson’s new disposition.

  “Grandmother, you worry about me too much. I work to have the life I want, and maybe one day I will have a family of my own to raise.”

  “Bryce, darling, don’t you think I understand that? It just seemed to me you weren’t really enjoying life anymore, especially after your mother passed, God rest her soul. Umph, umph, umm.” Sylvia closed her eyes shaking her head from side to side. She loved Bryce’s mother. Karl had found a gem in Beatrice, and she was the type of woman Sylvia was glad to have in the family. It devastated the family when she passed away. The cancer had moved so quickly through her body, no amount of money in the world could have saved her.

  Sylvia was determined that Beatrice’s dreams for Bryce were fulfilled, from his education to his selection of the appropriate woman to share his life with. Bryce completed his MBA from Wharton after the death of his mother and was doing quite well working for one of the most prestigious investment firms in the country. The Towson name was well known and Sylvia had to make sure Bryce understood that whomever he chose to be his wife would be his business; however, she would not have them carrying the Towson name if they weren’t up to Towson standards. Sylvia watched, smiling as her grandson shoved his dinner into his mouth; they were having chicken and dumplings, one of his favorite’s, prepared by her, especially for him. Some things never change, no matter how old he became.

  “Grand, now what are you smiling about?” Bryce looked up from his plate to catch his grandmother’s loving gaze.

  “Oh, nothing, darling. I just love you so much and want the best for you.”

  “I know that Grand, believe me. I’m very happy; my career is going extremely well; and I believe I have finally found my wife in Raven.” He lowered his eyes, returning to his meal not waiting for a response.

  “She seems like a lovely young lady; I look forward to getting to know her a little better.” Sylvia wiped her mouth placing her napkin in her plate.

  “Grand, you need to give her a chance. It’s true she may not have our background or financial means, but what does that mean in the scheme of it all?” Bryce wiped his mouth, sitting up from his plate. He knew his grandmother wasn’t going to let it end there.

  “It means a lot if you’re trying to build a life Bryce. Your mother was not from a wealthy background but her drive, ambition, and character was like royalty. Trust me, your grandfather and I put her through a few tests before she married your father.”

  “And?” Bryce lifted his left eyebrow, wanting to hear more.

  “And nothing, darling. Yo
u’re here aren’t you? There were many women vying for your father’s attention, just like the young ladies you’ve paraded past us. They’re no longer around, so I’m figuring they weren’t worthy of your love.” Sylvia rose and began clearing the table.

  “Not worthy, or you and dad scared them off.” He began laughing, offering to help clear the table.

  “Just sit still, love; I’ll handle it. Besides, I sent the housekeeper home early. This will give me a little exercise for the day.” Sylvia disappeared into the kitchen.

  Bryce knew his grandmother’s intentions were good, but sometimes she could be so overbearing. He sat back in his chair, reminiscing on his mother’s advice, which suggested that he worked smart and enjoy life. “Bryce, ain’t nothing free, not even your name. We work hard to maintain our reputations in life; when it’s all done, all you have to stand on is our word, dignity, and name.” The room felt eerie as his mother’s words whispered in his ear. She was a classy woman, just like his grandmother, and he missed her terribly.

  Bryce remained at the table thinking about the memories of his mother and grandfather. Sitting quietly he began to think about Raven and how happy she makes him. It was something about her. He longed to be with her as often as he could. She was always happy to see him, and lately her sexual appetite seemed to be on overdrive. There was no opposition from him on that.

  Bryce had his share of the society types. He had witnessed first hand the prudes not wanting to suck a dick or the case of “Oh no, not me. I don’t do those type of things.” Pure-as-the-driven-snow bullshit echoed many a night through his bedroom when he wanted his dick sucked or wanted to stroke an ass. That shit was a wrap before he could even get the head of his dick out of his boxers.

  He liked to explore all sexual desires and fantasies with his partner; that was non-negotiable. He felt himself to be an experienced lover, not one who dogged women but one that was willing to satisfy them just as much as having his own desires fulfilled. Raven satisfied that part of him she provided him the ecstasy and fantasy exclusively. Although she was struggling to make ends meet financially, she had the potential and desire to make things happen for herself if given the opportunity. He had finally found a complete package in Raven. Mind, body, and soul—she was the one. It wouldn’t be long before he was going to pop the question. Bryce closed his eyes and sat quietly, listening to his grandmother hum Amazing Grace as pots clanged in the kitchen.

  “You wanna do what with whom?” Madison lifted her head from the refrigerator, mouth full of cold pizza.

  “I didn’t say I wanted to do anything. I’ve been having these fantasies and they’re driving me crazy,” Raven responded to Madison, quickly trying to justify her lustful urges.

  “Do you know that man is old enough to be your father fresh ass?” Madison lowered her head back into the fridge, searching for her next quick snack.

  “Age doesn’t have anything to do with it; the bigger issue is this man is the father of my future husband, and I’ve been fantasizing about fuckin’ him.” Lowering her head, Raven began massaging her temples. A headache was on its way.

  “Yeah, you’re right about age; it doesn’t mean a damn thing. I had a few college men when I was a freshmen in high school.” Madison gulped bottled water, flopping on the couch next to Raven. “But, hey, those were college men, not old-ass men. Besides, I heard old men had worms.”

  Madison looked at Raven dead serious about what had just come out of her mouth.

  Raven looked over at Madison, who hadn’t stopped snacking since she walked in the damn door. “You’re a fool, Madison. Yeah, he’s got a worm alright, and it ain’t the kind you’re talking about, either, fresh ass.”

  “And you know this because . . .” She grinned through the chunks of pizza in her mouth.

  Raven shook her head, ignoring her girlfriend. She could be so off the beaten path at times. Raven needed her support, not to be entertained. She wasn’t in the mood.

  “Yeah, now I’m a fresh-ass grown woman.” Madison grinned, still chomping away at the slice of pizza. Madison had no problem with her sexuality; she had men the way men had women no apologies for how she lived her life. The men in Madison’s life varied from hood regulars to professional men; of course; she preferred the latter; they came with more perks and conversations that were of interest. The girl always had a story to share about her soap opera life.

  Madison had this hood rich persona, caramel skin, blonde weave, tight jeans, and canal street knock-offs mixed with the authentic labels—gifts from the professional men in her life who bought her attention. Along with this image came many glares from women on the block. “A straight whore,” girls from the neighborhood voiced their distaste of Madison and what they perceived she stood for. Jealous-ass bitches always expected the worst but Madison could give a fuck swinging her fat ass extra hard, especially when their men accompanied them. She flowed through the neighborhood as if she owned it, and that’s what Raven loved about Madison. She wasn’t going to let no one shake her, shit-talkers and all. They’d been friends since grade school; she was always there for support. That’s what mattered to both of them.

  “So what you going to do, Rave?” Madison sat staring as if Raven had the answer tattooed across her forehead.

  “Ain’t shit I can do but take a cold shower and call it a goddamn day.” There was no reality to Raven wanting to be with Karl; it was a silly schoolgirl crush, and she wished it would just go away. Rubbing her temples a little harder, she tried cursing away the rigid pounding that was now winning the battle.

  “Well do you really love Bryce, or are you infatuated with his world?” Madison’s full attention was focused on her girlfriend.

  “Yeah . . . yeah, I do. I’ve never given a man the key to my apartment, Bryce has total access to me and what’s mine.” Raven stared blankly at Madison.

  “Then shake this silly fantasy and make it happen. Has his family accepted you?” Madison continued on with her snacking. “I was invited to their house in the Hampton’s. We leave next Friday,” she responded dryly, head throbbing. The voo-doo didn’t work; she had a full blown migraine.

  “The Hamptons!” Madison sat straight up on the couch. “Oh, girl, so they really got a couple of dollars, huh?” she continued on nonstop in her conversation, never noticing there was no response from Raven. “I know I told you before not to stress it because, after all, they are only people with money, but you’re a good girl; Rave; I wouldn’t let them get away. This is war, baby, and you need to make sure you secure your future,” Madison’s voice faded slightly as she headed back to the kitchen.

  Sitting silently, staring at the coffee table, Raven couldn’t believe that she was allowing this stupid little fantasy to get the best of her. She once read somewhere that fantasizing was healthy for a relationship, maybe just not for her relationship.

  “Hey, Raven,” Madison was now screaming from the kitchen, “you need to take your ass right to the Hamptons and seal the deal, momma, I mean, put the thing-thing on Bryce. “He should be asking for your hand in marriage before you make it back here to the Brooklyn Bridge.” Madison was smacking her lips on her next snack.

  Raven couldn’t part her lips to speak her head was throbbing uncontrollably and she was squinting through her right eye, trying to catch a part of Madison’s conversation. The girl was talking so damn fast, she didn’t care to translate any of her advice, not to mention she was back in the refrigerator grazing like a fat-ass cow.

  Lying back on the sofa, Raven closed her eyes, trying to get peace from her migraine. The last thing she remembered hearing was Madison mumbling something about placing strawberries and whipped cream in the crack of Raven’s ass and having Bryce eat them from the back to the front. As enticing as that sounded, that was the last thing on her mind. Besides, Madison probably would steal that little trick for her next session.

  The weeks passed so quickly there was no time to catch her breath, let alone pack for the weekend. Between work
and bonding with Bryce’s grandmother, Raven didn’t have a moment to herself. It was 1:00p.m. and Bryce would be picking her up at 2:00p.m. She hadn’t finished packing. A suitcase and two overnight bags were sitting in the middle of the living room; they’d been packed and unpacked four times. Making her mind up on what to bring for the weekend turned out to be a very challenging process she didn’t want to wear anything that was too provocative, yet all her weekend gear was pretty relaxed and sexed out. The past few weeks had marked a turning point for Raven with Sylvia, and she wasn’t about to screw her process up over a few provocative outfits.

  Although Sylvia took up a lot of her time, she figured that to be a good thing for keeping her mind occupied and off of Bryce’s father. The need to seal her relationship with Bryce was top priority, and it didn’t include a threesome with his Pops. Everything was running smoothly during the week, until Karl stopped by his mother’s house while Raven was there having dinner. Just the sight of him made her uncomfortable; she politely greeted him and kept her eyes focused on the plate of food in front of her.

  Sylvia and Karl went on with their conversation about an upcoming charity event. The two of them continued to talk for a few minutes before Karl bent over and kissed his mother on the cheek.

  “I’ll check on you after my meeting this evening.” Karl rubbed his mother’s shoulder before leaving her side.

  “Nice seeing you again as well, Raven.” He winked his eye as he disappeared from the dining room.

  Mrs. Towson didn’t miss a beat. She continued with their discussion becoming increasingly comfortable with Raven. They sat and talked nonstop.

  Raven was sure Bryce had a lot to do with his grandmother’s newfound interest in her but, more than anything, she knew Sylvia wanted him to be happy. For the most part, their conversations remained lighthearted. When Sylvia quizzed Raven on her future plans, she even discussed Bryce’s mother. There was no denying how much Beatrice meant to the family. Sylvia held her as some type of superwoman. Raven soon realized why Bryce spoke so often about his mother; she was the center of his universe.