7:10

by Wilkins, Dominique

  Estelle still kept in contact with her gangbanging boyfriend from her old neighborhood and would still make time to see him if he drove out to Northbrook to see her since he was much older and had access to a car that he drove with no license. Eventually she grew tired of the long distance relationship and decided that one day, when he texted her to cut school and see him instead, she would tell him just that.

  She texted him that they needed to talk and agreed to meet him at 7 a.m. in the park, before she went to school the next morning. He agreed with the intentions of persuading her that they would do less talking and more kissing, which would hopefully lead to sex, since he had been working on getting some booty for what seemed like forever to him.

  The next morning, she texted him saying that she was heading out to the park as planned and would be there in the next fifteen minutes. Before she left, she told her sister that she was going to hook up with Fonzo and would probably go to school late and made her promise not to tell their Grandma, if she happened to ask why they weren’t leaving out together. If she did ask, Adele was supposed to lie and say that she was going ahead with a friend to eat breakfast at school.

  Estelle knew that her sister was a sucker and whether she agreed with what she did or said, she would always stick by her and back her up. So she left and headed to the park on this spring day. Estelle walked to the park slowly to give Fonzo some time to get his late butt there and to not push her hip any more than she needed to. She woke up pain free and did not want anything to change that. The weatherman had promised a nice, clear day. She did not need any distractions today.

  She wanted to be focused on Fonzo when she broke it off with him gently. She realized that a life with him was not what she wanted, because he didn’t believe in God, nor did he really care about her and her well-being, which became painfully obvious now that she was less independent than before. In fact, he reminded her of her own father, an example of the type of man she realized that she did not want for herself. She saw his choices and how they affected other people. She had enough of that. Fonzo was cool and had good jokes, but that was simply not enough for her anymore.

  As Estelle walked to her destination, Fonzo was just rolling over getting her text message. He was still in the bed and had decided it was in his best interest to stay there. It was too early for him to get up at the crack of dawn to trek across the world for a chance to maybe have sex. He silenced his phone, turned over and went back to sleep. He was tired of catering to her ass anyway. All she ever wanted to do was talk. He would let her ass sit in that park and talk to herself for a while and see if she likes to hear that shit! He knew he didn’t...

  Estelle made it to the park and chose a bench on the corner, closest to the corner of Seventh Ave & Tenth St. This way, when he pulled up, she would spot him coming from either direction when he came. She sat there in the morning air, alone with her thoughts in a closed park. As she looked at some pigeons grouped up fighting over a toppled trashcan, she saw a dark figure approaching in her peripheral and pretended not to see him.

  She figured she’d make Fonzo think that he had pleasantly surprised her when he had gotten close, so the news that she would deliver would start off with a light introduction. When she finally looked up to make eye contact, with a smile, she was immediately shocked to see that the returned smile did not belong to Fonzo. It was some dirty looking guy, who looked like he had been out all night and must have thought she was a hooker or homeless, since she was in the park so early in the morning, smiling at strange men.

  She quickly erased the smile and turned it into a scowl to shoot down any chance that he may have thought that he had. She had no such luck.

  He walked even closer to her and said, “Hey baby, you know you look good sitting there. You got a man?”

  She responded with distaste, “Yeah and he on his way and he don’t like people in my face, treating me like some hoe. So you betta keep it movin’, before he gets here!”

  The raggedy guy became angered with her response and walked off in the direction that he had come in, mumbling under his breath as he left.

  Estelle shook her head and could not believe that he had the audacity to try to talk to her! How could he ever think that he had a small chance to talk to someone out of his league? She couldn’t shake it off. Every time she thought of him, it just made her more and more disgusted. He should be in that book she read called The Audacity of You! He definitely was a great fit and deserved to have his story told. With that last thought, she finally found something to smile at.

  Since the raggedy guy threw her off of her thoughts and her whole purpose of being in the park, she had forgotten to check the time and find out where Fonzo was. She pulled out her cellular phone to first check the time, to see how long she had been there and then text him to find out if he had gotten lost and needed directions to the park again.

  She looked down at the phone to read the display. It said Friday, April 13th, 7:37am, 71.0 F degrees. That surprised her how long she had been out there and how warm the weather was at that time of morning. It was obviously the high for the day. She got frustrated and then she got hit with a steel pipe in the back of her head.

  The raggedy guy had come back to her from behind to teach her a lesson for having such a nasty attitude. He was pissed because he was basically just passing through and was only giving her a harmless compliment. He hated uppity bitches and she was the worst one, acting like she was better than somebody because she lived in an upscale suburb. She needed to be silenced and the pipe did the trick. She didn’t have anything to say now, so he picked her up quickly, with ease since she was small framed and took her deeper into the park behind the thick brush, by the pond, to hide her from view.

  She lay there with her V-neck top out of place, showing one of her breast had come out of the bra as he dragged her over. He decided that was her way of telling him to see what kind of hoe she really was. He wanted her to get a sample, so he did. He looked around and snatched her clothes off of her and jumped on for a quick ride. He was so involved in what he was doing; he never looked up or around to see if anyone had even seen him. He continued to pump and pump and then he came quietly in her vagina first and then finished in her mouth. It had to be good for something more than letting shit come out of it, he thought.

  He finished, wiped himself off with her shirt and stood up. He finally looked around to see if there were any dog walkers passing through yet. The coast was still clear, so he got ready to go, but then he noticed that she laid there with his cum all over her and realized that she would not have a lot of trouble sending the police after him, even though they’d have to search long and hard for him, because he wasn’t from around there. He only came to that neighborhood and ones like it, to break in and get the goodies they kept in their houses and unlocked cars.

  He had a good thing going and didn’t feel like letting this hoe mess it up for him, so he reached for his garbage bag with his survival kit in it to get rid of the evidence. The raggedy guy saturated her with gasoline and set her on fire, as she lay there, still alive. The police did not discover her until the fire department was called to distinguish a fire in the park. The body was burned so very badly, that they were unable to tell the time of death or any true DNA samples to determine her identity.

  No one saw anything. An older couple saw her sitting on the park bench, but admitted that she was alone when they saw her...

  And do not fear those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather fear him who can destroy both soul and body in hell. (Matthew 10:28)

  Chapter 15

  Cicely was pissed off. Her spineless husband had left her and dissed her when she called him. She couldn’t believe that he would do such a thing, because she rarely even called him or looked for him! He was always calling her crying about something or another. She had tons of messages about wanting to fix their marriage and family, but neither she nor her daughter cared about that lame stuff he did.

  She n
ever thought about getting a divorce or separating because she thought it would be simple and fine with her if they just lived their individual lives. She would even have sex with him on occasion if he would just stop crying for once and embrace their new life. It is not like she hated him, he just annoyed her and she needed someone more ruthless and commanding than he could ever be.

  When Cicely met a new man in the street one day, she found him to be sexy to her. He approached her flirting and she accepted it and flirted back. After a few conversations, she could tell that he was direct and new how to get what he wanted and she wanted a taste of that. She could also tell that he had something to hide as well. He was not being straight forward with her about his relationship status, but she decided that wasn’t her problem. She had no interest in divorcing Rome to be with anyone, and she was fine as long as she could get what she wanted.

  Sure enough the first time she went out with him, he picked her up from her house and brought her to his. He told her how sexy she looked and what he would do to her. Then he started to apologize and take it back, suggesting that she probably couldn’t handle what he had to offer anyway. He could tell that she was not the type to back down to a challenge, so he threw out some more. He told her how she looked like she had been with a man who had a fast car that never drove it, so she didn’t know what she was capable of. She probably couldn’t even suck him good.

  At that moment, Cicely cracked; she thought her oral game was the best. She had a tongue ring that she hid when she talked, so he could not have known that was something that she had been perfecting. Sure he was saying some things that she was not sure if she could disprove or not, because Rome was always so gentle and sweet with his sex, she wasn’t sure how well she could compete in that arena, but she did know that she could give a fantastic blow-job.

  Cicely pulled his manhood out and she wondered if he had it wrapped around a couple of times in his pants, in view of the fact that it jumped straight up and out in her face with no bulge in his pants to warn her of his massive erection! She laughed to herself and began to conjure all of the spit in her mouth and wet it up. She got messy with it, showing him that she was no stranger in this department and if he wanted a rookie, he should go find one and talk his crap to them!

  Just when she was feeling confident about her oral skills, she was expecting him to cum. But when she looked up, she saw him looking down at her expectantly. He looked as if he liked it, but was waiting on her to bring her top game! He began to push her head down while he was in her mouth. He pushed down with both hands, as she tried to push back, to not choke on it in her throat.

  She was confused; she thought that this was the finale, but looking at his eyes, she saw that his intensity was increasing and he wanted more, but she was not prepared for that. Cicely thought that he would cum with this blow-job and she would use that to hang over his head, as she walked around sporting her Queen Bee Crown, and the next time, she would actually sample his sex game. But it didn’t seem to be working out that way, yet she couldn’t let him think that she was a punk, because she wasn’t. She needed to step her game up. Jerome had her all messed up. He had made her inadequate.

  She needed to regroup, so she took her mouth off of it and pulled her long tongue out and started at his balls and licked it slowly and seductively up the shaft to the tip and then over again. She did this for a few times to psyche herself up to relax her muscles in an attempt to prepare to deep throat the entire thing as he was suggesting her to. This time she did get further down and he seemed to like her piercing in that area as she played with his balls too.

  He finally let up on the force, put on the back of her head and moved his hands to her shoulders and rubbed them to enjoy the ride. This time when she looked up, as she switched constantly from the lollipop-like shaft-licking to deep throating the Popsicle, she noticed that he had finally laid his head back on the couch to enjoy himself. After Cicely had emptied out all of the saliva in her body into his lap, he finally showed signs of his ejaculation approaching. This time he grabbed the back of her neck with one hand and his dick with the other as he continued the stroking motion that her mouth had left off on until his cum shot out.

  She thought that it would have surely gone across the room if her face had not caught it. He kept her face in place as he held her neck to draw all over her face with his cum. He screamed in relief as he spelled his name out. As he came and came, she thought that he obviously had a woman who hadn’t been able to satisfy him either. He must have left a month’s worth of cum on her face and another in her mouth, when he finally ran out of canvas space on her face.

  After he finally finished relieving himself on her, he took off the partially removed shirt, wiped his dick and thighs with it, and gave her the wet shirt to wipe her face and a McDonald’s cup to spit his nut in, when he saw that she hadn’t swallowed it yet. He smiled at her as she cleaned herself up, turning the shirt over and over looking for a dry spot left to use. He was pleased with her audition. He decided he could break her in and off. She was a tri-sexual; she would try anything, which is just what his doctor ordered.

  He had one like her before, but she had gotten to be predictable. He decided that next time, he would get them both and the three of them would have some fun together. The thought was starting to sound better the more he thought of it, as he went to get a clean shirt and put some soap and water on himself before he went back into the living room to take Cicely home.

  Cicely was happy with him. He was just what she thought that he would be: rough around the edges and appreciative of her skills. He did not sugar coat or hide what he thought, he was direct and he knew what he wanted. He wanted her and she wanted him and everything that he could teach her. She loved the idea of being that bad chick. She was turned on by it. In fact, she was so excited about her new position, she realized that she would do anything and she was pretty sure he would too. It was time to start living her life.

  In the weeks to follow, he had stuck his dick in every hole in her body, with or without the ready signal from the lubrication tower control center. They had sex in the car, in the park, at the drive-in, with another woman, another couple and sometimes at a swingers club with a room full of people! She was wild and loved the attention. Since it seemed that she was spending a lot of time with her clothes off, she decided to decorate her body and get some nipple and vagina piercings, as well as a few tattoos.

  She wondered if the piercings and tattoos was what turned Jerome off, when she proudly showed them off to him as well as some new techniques that she acquired in her travels. He should have been grateful for her new gifts, but instead he acted as though he was not into it, so she took her gifts back. There were plenty of men and women who were impressed by her body and praised every moment of her experienced skills.

  One time, when they were having one of their milder sessions, she had just teased him orally, then had gotten up to ride him for a moment to truly awaken the beast, when a voice on the opposite side of the room brought her attention to some woman and a kid. The woman looked like she had been standing there in the dark for quite a while, enjoying the show and taking notes. Cicely smiled at her before Greg ordered her out.

  They left out, while they finished their business. He wasn’t worried about it, so neither was she. Cicely realized later, that she must have been the secret person that he hid, because not only did she bring a kid with her, but she messed up some things with bleach and took the toilet paper and messed up some other petty type stuff. This woman was someone important, because she was hurt.

  Fortunately, she didn’t really hurt her, so she hoped that what she did- made her feel better. In her experience, they didn’t need towels or soap, since they would often have sex in some random places that didn’t always have those things. She also carried a change of clothes, because she never knew what type of wild things would go down, where sometimes, the things she wore out, she would not make it back home in. Cece did not think or ask Greg anythin
g about her; she didn’t seem relevant. As many times as she had been to Greg’s home, she had never seen this woman and he never mentioned this woman, so there was no reason to even ask about this woman.

  Though, she wondered briefly if this was his wife, she remembered getting a text message from a woman who claimed to be his wife throwing a surprise birthday party for him. When she told him about the text, he told her that was just a stalker ex-girlfriend playing on his phone and not to worry about it. The woman’s appearance did not stop or change any of their activities. They continued on as usual.

  Cece still slept with Greg and some other people that she kept in contact with from their encounters and sometimes Jerome, until he moved out. Jerome’s departure did not bother her right away until she went to the doctor to get her mandatory birth control shot every three months. At the clinic, they were pushing people to get tested for HIV for free. It didn’t cost her anything, so she agreed and took the test. It was no big deal; she had taken plenty of these before and had no reason to feel this would turn out any different from the other results.

  She got her depo shot and her bag of condoms and then headed to the desk for her return appointment, when the lady asked her if she had any questions today or did she want to schedule the group session right then. Cece was confused. Of course she wanted her return appointment, but since when did it have to be in a group she asked her. The lady at the front desk turned her file folder around and showed her the HIV positive test results. She repeated that she did not have to make an appointment today; she could take some time to allow it to digest and contact them back to discuss it.

  Cece was surprised but not shocked. Sometimes when you live on the edge, it can get rough. She left the office without making any of her appointments, to call Jerome from the car. Oddly enough, that was the only person that she wanted to talk to. She loved him and wanted him to get checked too. She wanted him to come back home. In that instant, she no longer wanted to walk on the edge, she wanted to sit on the side where life was safe.