Fitness 4Play: One Night Stand (Novel 1)

by Marcus Woods

  After a few minutes of foreplay, I lifted up her left leg, grab my dick and slowly inserted it inside her. Her groans increase with each inch. Her pussy receives slow, deliberate strokes as the water splashed off our intertwined bodies.

  Within a few minutes, the water became cold in which disrupted our lovemaking momentarily. We quickly got out the shower. I grabbed 2 towels. When we dried off, I picked up Lucy "marriage style" and headed to the bedroom.

  (Ginuwine "So Anxious" playing in the background)

  I laid Lucy down on my bed and got between her legs. I grab and lift both of her legs to the ceiling re-entered her wet, sizzling pussy. She groaned in ecstasy while squeezing the bed covers around her. To go deeper inside her, I positioned push-up style while maintaining the hold on her upward legs. Each stroke caresses the bottom of her kitty cat. Her body trembles with satisfaction each time my dick is re-inserted. We stayed in the position for several minutes. Suddenly, she yells, "Devin! Baby, I love you! I love you!"

  "Huh??? Did she say what I think she said? Was it me or the dick that got her saying this? Our chemistry is A1 so maybe she does love my crazy butt," I thought to myself.

  I put her legs down and rested my torso against hers. We gazed at each other as I stroke her heavenly-feeling pussy. As each minute past, I stroked harder and faster. Within 20 minutes of our sexual romp, Lucy had a full-blown orgasm. Lucy's body shook as if she was having a seizure. Her toes curled up while her pussy walls clamped firmly on my dick. When a woman's body does all those things, she undoubtedly is having an orgasm.

  Soon after, I climax as well. Speechless, we both stared at the ceiling in a sweaty heap for about 10 minutes. My heart fluttered faster than a moth's wings. When Lucy and I have sex, it is not merely sex. It is more like a match between 2 MMA fighters. We go at it!

  "So Devin, are you relaxed now?" She said while cuddling up in my arms and head lying on my broad chest.

  "Hmmm. I guess I feel a little at ease now." I said with a smirk.

  "That's good because now I'm exhausted." We both start laughing.

  I rub her scalp and slip my fingers through her hair. "I understand. We do go at like some fighters." In this moment, I ask her. Otherwise, it would have permeated my mind all night long.

  "Sooooo Lucy. I got a question for you."

  "Sure babe. What it is?"

  I took a deep breath before asking. "Did you really mean that when you said you love me?"

  Lucy lifts her head. Her hazelnut eyes brims with sincerity.

  "Devin, when I say I love someone, I truly mean that." She proceeds to give me a warm, sincere kiss on my lips. If Lucy is lying, she could be a Hollywood actress. Because she's got me 110% convinced.

  "Wow. I feel you. Honestly, I feel the same way about you." I couldn't believe I uttered those words but they were true. Ever since I met this woman, she has had a magnetic hold on me. Even when I was fooling around with other females, I thought about Lucy. Like Usher said, "I got it bad."

  Upon hearing those words, she looked at me astonished. "Really Devin? Ahhh! Don't make me cry." Tears of joy stream down her face. I use my thumb to wipe the tears.

  "Yes, I do. I Love Lucy! Like the TV show." We share a heartfelt laugh.

  The moment I uttered those words, my status changed from "single" to "in a relationship" on Facebook and other social media websites. I was going from dealing with multiple women to only one. From countless one night stands to masturbation when she is on her menstrual cycle.

  Damn. Devin got a girlfriend. This is my first serious relationship. Hope I'm ready for it.

  Chapter 10

  Like Father, Like Son

  Life is great! I'm making strides towards a business plan, my mother is taking less medication to control her diabetes, and my relationship with Lucy continues to grow. But in every rose, there is always one thorn. I once read in a self-help book, 'You will always have at least one egg in your basket until the day you die. That's just the way life works. The thorn and egg is my father: Larry Banks. His battle with alcohol addiction has been for half of his life. A few months ago, he checked himself into Lakeside Drug & Alcohol Rehabilitation Center.

  Back in the day, he would come home at odd hours of night reeking of perfume and booze. Neither he nor my mother is aware I remember those instances as a kid. I got a photographic memory when it pertains to my upbringing. The recurrent dreams (or shall I say nightmares) of my parents' late night arguments stems from Larry's transgressions. Their quarrels are the main reason I shunned love and affection from females until I met Lucy. Even with her, it is an uphill battle to give myself emotionally.

  (My smartphone rings)

  I answer it. "Hello."

  "Hey! So are you still going to see your father today?" asks my mother.

  "Hey mama. Yes ma'am. I'm getting ready to drive up to Lakeside now."

  "Ok. Good. He is going to be ecstatic to see you."

  "I know. It's been awhile since we've seen or spoken to each other. I feel it is time to break the ice and go talk to him."

  "I'm happy to hear that. You are sounding and behaving so mature now a days. I'm really proud of you."

  A warm smile forms over my face. "Thank you, mama. I appreciate that, especially coming from you."

  "You're welcome, baby. Well I'm about to get off the phone. I've got a hair appointment in about 30 minutes."

  I rub my chin. "Hair appointment? Hmmm. You got a date, mama?"

  "Boy, I'm just trying to look good. However, if you got someone in mind, then yes, I got a date."

  "Mama, you're crazy! I'm not cupid but I will keep a lookout for you." I reply, chuckling.

  "No you won't but I will hold you to it. Anyway, I will talk you later. Bye baby. I love you."

  "Ok. Love you too."

  Moments after hanging up the phone, I receive a text message from Keisha, the motorcycle girl that I met online and had sex with a few months ago. "Hey. Why you been AWOL? We need to talk." I reply, "Hey. Just been hella busy. I will talk to you later." Since making it official with Lucy, I cut off Keisha and all of the other females I dealt with cold turkey. I thought monogamy would be hard but it's been smooth transition. I'm so enthralled with Lucy, other women cease to exist at the moment. So far, my Uncle Teddy's, "one woman", theory is holding up.

  Pulling up to Lakeside, I began pondering what in the hell am I going to say to my father. How is he going to appear? How smooth (or horrific) will this visitation go? All those questions are about to be answered. I park my car, open the door and plant my red and white Air Force Ones on the asphalt. My heart pounds with intensity while walking towards Lakeside entrance. I took a deep breath as a security guard opened the door. "God, please let this go well," I mumbled. Damn, I hate being nervous.

  ***

  "Son! It's been a minute!" my father said. "I'm so happy to see you. Come give your old man a hug." We embrace each other. The tightness of his hug made breathing a chore. His blue hospital scrub fit perfect on skinny frame His weight loss is apparent since we last met. Five years to be exact.

  Our last encounter was at his old apartment he resided at after the divorce. There was a noticeable difference in his appearance…a stomach gut. My father always had a thin build. The years of alcohol abuse caused his weight to shoot up. I couldn't believe my father was fat! It was unsettling to witness the huge pile of cigarettes in his ashtray as well. My pops was an avid smoker as well. He is the chief motivator behind my choice to adopt a healthy lifestyle.

  "Yea I know! I'm happy to see you too. I can tell you lost some weight. You look good!" I said.

  "Thank you. You know, I'm trying to get on your level Mr. Personal Trainer. Your mother always tells me how well you are doing with that."

  "Yeah, I'm trying to make it big in the fitness world. So how are you holding up in here?"

  "I've been doing better. I feel at peace here. I get square meals, hot shower, and somewhere to lay my head. Also, I have been exercising and reading. Thi
s place has been therapeutic for me. "My father spoke with eloquence. I never comprehended how this intelligent man could let alcohol navigate his life. But here we are having father-son time at Lakeside.

  "That's good. You seem to be in a better state mentally and physically."

  "Son, I am! I am! I want to prove to you and your mother that I'm a changed man." His eyes brim with intent. He sounds like a man determined to shift away from the shitty path he traveled. It seems he is getting it together. The real test begins once he reenters the society.

  "Ok. I feel you. Hey pops." I took a deep breath. "I been harboring this question since I was a kid and I just need to know."

  "Sure son. What is it?"

  I rub and scratch my hair fretfully. A lump the size of a half-dollar forms in my throat before I speak.

  "Um, I remember those times as a kid when you came home late. I also remember the late-night arguments you had with mama because of it. I always wondered what made you go out. What was out there that was more enjoyable than being at home with us?"

  He put his head down for a moment. It was as if he was asking God to give him strength to answer my question. Soon after, he raises his head. His eyes filled with remorse.

  "Wow. I didn't know you heard our arguments."

  "Yea I did. Actually, I have dreams about y'all arguing every so often. I always wanted to ask you that question but the situation was never fitting until now."

  "I see. Well honestly son." He pauses. "Pussy! Pussy is the reason I did what I did. I was addicted to women. Beer doesn't have shit on women. That's the worst addiction of them all right there!"

  My eyes widened and mouth dropped. I was more shocked how candid he was than the actual answer. My father is a mild-mannered man. Hell, his demeanor remained mellow when intoxicated. I was already aware of his adultery but the frankness of his response was a revelation.

  "Woooow! Honestly pops, I can't argue with you there. Pussy is one hell of a drug." I reply. We both started laughing. It's bizarre we share a father-son moment over his past infidelity. But I couldn't help it. What he stated spoke volumes about my personal life. Women are a vice I indulged in as well. Like father, like son. I don't plan to repeat my pop's transgressions. Lucy or whomever I marry will get a faithful man…I hope!

  Afterwards, we discussed other events within my life. I told him about Lucy and how she appears to be a winner. In addition, I informed him about my plans to open up a gym. Our conversation began to form the kinship I yearned since adolescence.

  "Well pops, I'm glad to finally come see you."

  "So am I, son. It's been a long time coming. I'm happy to see you develop into an intelligent, strong, young man. They don't give young brothers a fair shot in this world. I'm happy to my own flesh and blood rise up above the stigma."

  "I know pops. I'm trying to make you, mama and the whole family proud. I want to change our lives and be living better. Hopefully, my personal training business can do that."

  My father places his hand on my shoulder. "That's good but don't put that type of pressure on yourself. Just take care of you first. When you are able to take care of your responsibilities and manage your affairs, then you can provide help to others." He spoke with true wisdom. Why couldn't he be this man years ago? My parents would still be together. But there's no need to dwell on what didn't occur. I'm ecstatic that my father is receiving rejuvenation.

  "Yes sir. Well I'm about to go. I will be checking on you soon."

  Ok. Tell Lucy I said hi. Please treat her right son. Don't be like your old man. She sounds like a keeper."

  "She is. I definitely will." We exchange hugs and he retreated to his room. One of Lakeside's security personnel ushers me out.

  Going back to the car, I reminisce on the conversation my father and I shared. His "Pussy was the worst drug of them all," comment is on replay. "I cannot believe he said that", I murmur, chuckling. My pop was dead wrong for cheating on my mother as a married man. Yet, I oddly sympathize with him. Pussy is my drug too. Pussy is a natural drug none of these man-made drugs can't touch with a billion foot pole!

  I check my phone. It shows several missed calls are from Keisha. That girl is worrisome. It might be something important if she keeps blowing up my phone. I have no clue why since we kicked it once. I'll check what it is later. In the meantime, I need to holler at Greg. The other day, I thought of a superb idea for my potential business and need his feedback. I was about to call Greg until a picture message from Lucy appears. It is of her beautiful pedicured feet with the caption, "Hey. Ready for you to suck me (wink smiley)." This woman would activate my foot fetish right now. Greg can wait. I'm about to venture to her crib and handle my "manly duties."

  Chapter 11

  The Makings of a Businessman

  I'm at the barbershop with Big Rob and Greg. After spending so much time with Lucy, it feels good to hang out with the fellas. In addition, I need a haircut more than a squirrel needs a nut. While most of my childhood friends wear braids or dreads, a low cut suits me best. I get a haircut every two weeks. I need the waves in my hair to bling like platinum jewelry meeting sunlight. My hairline needs to be so crisp, it could slit a wrist!

  "Wow! So you got a girlfriend now huh, Dab?" Greg asks.

  "Yea playa. I got a girlfriend. Why are you so surprised?" I ask. Greg's astonishment was expected. Since being friends, I never mentioned or contemplated having a girlfriend to him. Of course, that's because there was never only one woman in the picture until now.

  "Dab knows damn well he doesn't have a girlfriend. He just got a female on standby until next summer rolls around," Big Rob jokes.

  "See Big Rob. That's why your hairline is starting to recede. You think too much," I retort, playfully. We all laugh.

  "Ahh ok! I understand you're defending Ms. Pink Dress. Things must be really serious between the two of you, then?" asks Big Rob.

  "Welllll pretty much. At the moment, she is the only woman I'm seeing so it's definitely getting there." It's been about three months since I told Lucy 'I love you.' Our relationship flourishes each moment we spend together. I can't believe it's been three months. Devin Antwan Banks has been with one woman for three straight months? The devil must got a skating rink.

  "Wow. The same Devin who took the virginity of several college freshmen is now a one woman man. I'm happy for you brother," said Greg.

  "Thanks G. I appreciate it."

  "No problem. So tell me about this great business idea you have regarding your gym?"

  Yea Dab. I want to hear this brilliant idea of yours," Big Rob adds.

  Other than a need to get a haircut, I asked both of them here so I discuss my business idea. Both stared at me intently in anticipation of my statement. I clear my throat and lean towards them.

  "Well you know how some couples work out together?

  "Yea," responds Greg and Rob in unison.

  "Well, I was thinking of opening a gym where I exclusively train couples. I was thinking about calling it Fitness Foreplay."

  Greg and Rob glance at each other with a raised eyebrow. Soon after, they nod their heads.

  "Honestly Dab." Greg pauses momentarily for a few seconds. "That is one hell of an idea. Now that's what I'm talking about. Now you are planning!" He leans over and gives me a fist bump. Big Rob gives me a fist bump as well.

  Yea Dab. I agree with Greg. That is one hell of an idea," said Big Rob.

  A weight lifts off my shoulders. My compadres approve of my business idea. The idea came to me a few mornings ago as I was lying in bed with Lucy. We were engaged in pillow talk and she mentioned how she would like to start working out with me. Upon hearing that statement, Fitness Foreplay was born. It's funny how quality ideas are born during random moments.

  "Thanks fellas. Honestly, I knew my idea was fly! I just wanted to tell y'all and get your input," I respond.

  Afterwards, we talked about sports, Big Rob's crazy baby mamas, and reminisce about old times at the University of Memphis. My bar
ber calls me up to get my haircut. Soon after, Rob and G got their haircut as well. After getting 'chopped up', the three of us hung outside in front of the barbershop conversing a little more.

  "Aye Dab. You know what you should do as far as your business name goes?" asks Rob.

  "What's that?" I ask, raising my eyebrow.

  "Instead of spelling foreplay like it's supposed to be spelled. You should spell the 'fore' part with the number 4. It makes it look a little more appealing in my opinion."

  In my mind, I visualize how Fitness 4Play would appear on a billboard versus Fitness Foreplay. After comparing both images, Big Rob's idea was victorious.

  "Okay. I'm feeling that. It's a done deal! The name of my business will be Fitness 4Play."

  "Yeah. Sounds good to me too," Greg said.

  "Cool. I will start moving forward with my business plan. Anyway, I got a date with Lucy later tonight. So I gotta go playas." We all exchanged friendly hugs and went our separate ways.

  Sitting in my car, I see Keisha is calling again. I hit the ignore button and shook my head. I'm clueless why she keeps blowing me up. I thought she would get the hint I'm no longer interested. She leaves random text messages like, "I like you a lot so stop ignoring me" and "We need to talk", but does not respond when I reply. Keisha is a delusional chick that needs to leave me alone. Her phone number joins other annoying characters numbers' (i.e., bill collectors, telemarketers) to my call blocker app. She will not be an issue anymore…I hope.

  Since this is my first serious relationship, I made a conscious effort to be faithful to Lucy. Eliminating Keisha and all other previous females was necessary. I deleted most of them as friends on Facebook and canceled my account on every dating site. Besides, I do not have time to juggle multiple relationships. I am becoming a businessman.