by KR Bankston
Davion smiled and pulled her to him.
“Can I have your number?” he asked casually and Teja cheerfully obliged.
“Thank you again for a wonderful evening,” Davion replied softly as he kissed her goodnight and left her alone in the lounge.
Teja sighed gently reliving the evening and hoping she’d hear from him again as she grabbed her bag and headed home.
*****
Sitting at work a week later, Teja was still thinking of Davion and the fabulous evening they’d shared.
“Here Teja, this is for you,” the mail clerk told her breaking her thought as he handed her the package.
What is this, Teja wondered. She opened the package and looked at the contents.
“What the fuck?” she murmured angrily as she headed for a private office.
Once inside the small space, Teja opened the package and removed the items contained. Her mouth dropped as she watched the small screen. The note inside read ‘Thanks for making our latest erotic film, our best’.
Don’t Lie, the Dick was Good
The cell ringing broke her thought and Teja answered blindly. “Hello,” she spoke into the mouthpiece.
“Hi Sexy,” came the sensuous reply.
Teja was floored. No this muthafucka is not calling me, she thought acidly of the party on the other end of the phone.
“What the fuck do you want?” Teja answered angrily.
“Teja, really, why are you trippin’?” Davion asked calmly.
Teja laughed a short angry laugh before answering him.
“Why am I trippin Davion?” she threw at him. “Oh I dunno, maybe I’m a little pissed that you made a fucking flick without my permission, and my ass is in it,” she finished breathing hard now.
Davion sighed again.
“Teja,” he began still completely calm, “Your face is completely blocked out,” he told her. “Unless you plan to walk around naked showing the world your pussy, who is gonna know the difference?”
Teja supposed what he said made sense, but she was still angry that he’d tricked her. He could have had the decency to at least tell her he was a porn star and wanted to make a flick with her.
“Davion, why did you call me?” Teja returned tiredly.
It’d been three months and she was trying really hard to be over it.
“Because I want to see you, to touch you, to fuck you again,” Davion replied.
Teja’s mouth was hanging open and she had to quickly gather herself.
“You must be kidding, “her tone conveying her feelings at the moment. “Why the hell would I do that?”
Davion chuckled slightly before answering her again.
“Because the dick was good,” he replied simply.
Teja sucked her teeth in disgust as she spoke.
“Yeah, well, its whatever,” she retorted.
Davion sensed she wasn’t as angry as she was pretending to be with him, and pushed the issue.
“Come on Teja,” he began again. “Admit it,” he continued “You enjoyed the hell out of our session, and you want some more,” he finished and waited on her once again.
“Even if I did Davion,” Teja began. “And that’s a big IF right now, I don’t want to see it on disc the next damned week,” she replied, her resolve beginning to weaken slightly.
Davion sighed gently again.
“Look Teja,” he began once more. “I’m sorry you were so offended by the flick,” he continued. “But I have no intentions of filming anything else, I just want to be with you again,” he finished and once again left the ball in her court.
“You hafta come here,” she replied flatly.
This time Teja was going to get what she wanted on her own turf under her own rules. Davion smiled into the phone before telling her that was fine and asking if he could come over now. Teja reluctantly agreed and Davion told her he would see her in thirty minutes.
“Well shit, the joker did have good ass dick,” Teja mumbled as she headed to the shower to ready herself for another ride on the Davion scorcher.
*****
“Are you staying all night?” Alexa asked as Davion showered and she sat on his bed watching a new flick.
“No, only a few hours,” he replied out of the shower.
“Hmm, ok” Alexa returned as he entered the room moments later wrapped in a towel.
“You look absolutely delicious,” she remarked chuckling lightly as he removed his wrap and she took in his toned body.
Davion thanked her for the compliment as he began to dress.
“So tell me more about her,” Alexa began again.
Davion closed his eyes thoughtfully for a moment before describing Teja.
“When do I get to meet her?” Alexa queried once again.
“I have to pave the way for that first,” Davion replied. “Everyone isn’t as open minded as you and I vixen,” he laughingly told her.
Alexa smiled slightly before speaking again.
“Let’s hope this turns out better than the last time,” she replied and Davion shook his head in agreement, kissing her softly on the lips as he grabbed his wallet and keys heading out the door.
Alexa sighed gently after he left, hoping they’d found the right one this time.
*****
Davion’s mind wandered as he drove over to Teja’s. He thought about Alexa and how beautiful she was. She was Brazilian by origin, beautiful bronze skin with round alluring breasts. Her hair was slightly curly, full of body and silky to the touch. He sighed gently thinking of the first time they’d sexed each other and how absolutely uninhibited she was. Alexa had wonderful pussy and she didn’t mind giving Davion some whenever he wanted it.
Alexa also loved pussy as much as she loved dick. He knew that’s why she was so anxious about Teja. Alexa wanted to see her, to eat her and to fuck her. He chuckled at his last thought and pushed it from his mind for now. First he had to get Teja past her anger, get her past her prudish inhibitions, then maybe she would be open to them having a threesome, and eventually her and Alexa having their own hot, wet, juicy, pussy session together.
Davion’s dick was hard thinking about it. He absolutely loved watching Alexa with her lovers, and she loved showing off for him. It would always end the same way with him fucking her and her lover, and cum flowing freely all over their bodies. Davion looked up to see he’d arrived at Teja’s and shifted his mind back into purpose mode. Tonight was possibly the beginning of something very wonderful, and he needed his game to be full on, with no distractions.
*****
“Mm, you’re so wet,” Zekia said softly as she caressed Alexa. “What do you want me to do to you tonight baby?” she asked again as Alexa moaned softly.
Zekia and Alexa had been lovers for the past four months after meeting at a cocktail party hosted by one of the producers. The attraction was instant once Alexa laid eyes on her lover. Zekia was beautiful creamy ebony, with short locks, expressive brown eyes, and perfect 38D breasts with full nipples.
“Drink me,” Alexa said simply as Zekia licked her fingers tasting Alexa’s juices.
Zekia smiled and kissed Alexa softly on the lips. “Close your eyes baby, and enjoy this ride,” Zekia told her as she moved slowly down her body, finally coming to rest between Alexa’s open legs.
“Aaah, yes Zekia,” Alexa was moaning as her lovers tongue caressed her clit softly bringing delicious pleasure ripples each time.
Zekia took Alexa’s hard clit into her mouth and sucked it harder, bringing louder moans of pleasure and free flowing rivers of her juices into Zekia’s mouth.
“Harder baby, yes, right there,” Alexa screamed out.
Zekia was on fire herself as she tasted Alexa, turning herself to straddle her lover, her own dripping wet pussy inches from Alexa’s mouth. Immediately Alexa reached out for her lover and pulled her pussy to her, burying her tongue deeply inside it, getting her own creamy taste of heaven. They were both completely engrossed in the pleasures they were bo
th giving and receiving, when Alexa reached her threshold, momentarily crying out, before taking Zekia’s clit into her mouth once more and making her come hard, her body convulsing and her stream quickening.
As they both began to come down from the orgasms, they began to kiss each other, tasting their still lingering juices as they did, looking into each others eyes, completely satisfied for the moment.
“Where’s Davion?” Zekia asked.
Normally when she and Alexa were together he would be there, or he would come home just as they were finishing, enticing them both into another mind blowing session with his participation.
“He’s out,” Alexa replied simply.
Zekia chuckled lightly and asked who this woman was.
“She’s new,” Alexa told her as she rose to grab herself a drink.
“Well, I missed him being here, but, I have no regrets,” Zekia told Alexa as she returned, glass in hand.
“Mmm, yes, well I’m sure he’ll make it his business to be here next time,” Alexa chuckled lightly, not bothering to mention her own anticipation at meeting Teja.
“I have to leave baby,” Zekia told her.
Alexa frowned slightly. “Why?”
She had the distinct impression that Zekia was cheating on her, and she didn’t like it. Even with her own plans for Teja, it had nothing to do with her relationship with Zekia.
“I have a shoot baby,” Zekia told her patiently.
*****
She knew Alexa was extremely jealous and didn’t want this perfect evening to end in a fight.
“With Shawna,” Alexa asked again becoming irritated.
She knew Shawna had a serious crush on Zekia, and she suspected she used these late night shoots just to be alone with her.
“Alexa, don’t start, okay,” Zekia tried again patiently. “I’m only doing photos,” she added hoping Alexa would let it go.
Zekia was well aware of Shawna’s feelings for her, not to mention the kisses and touches she’d stolen during some of their shoots, but Zekia was faithful.
Alexa sighed deeply and tried to calm herself.
“Ok, I believe you,” she replied quietly.
Zekia kissed her again deeply, telling her how much she loved her, as she grabbed her bag and headed out. Alexa made herself another drink, went back into the bedroom, and waited for Davion to return.
3 The Hard Way
By
Author Elizabeth LaShaun
&
Author KR Bankston
Copyright © 2012 Kirabaco Publishing. All rights reserved.
Kierre was snapping her fingers enjoying the bumping bass as she sang along with TI''s latest anthem. The apple martini swirled dangerously close to the rim of the glass as she waved her arms back and forth.
"Girl, are you drunk already," her girl India asked, chuckling as she dropped her purse onto the booth's faux leather seat and slid inside.
"Nope, but I'm definitely relaxed," Kierre quipped, sipping the drink now, smacking her lips playfully.
"Dang heffa's, you two couldn't wait," LaTavia spoke playfully, joining them now.
The three ladies were the coolest of friends, having met a while back, at a Dallas Cowboys home game no less, and immediately meshing, they hung out often after that, enjoying the Texas nightlife, getting in various mischief and deepening their friendships.
"What can I get you ladies," the server questioned coming to the table now.
India and LaTavia placed their order, with Kierre asking for yet another martini.
"You're going to be too twisted to go the party," LaTavia laughed as Kierre gave her a look.
"Girl I'ma real drinker, this is Kool-Aid," she returned as they all burst into laughter yet again. “And how about you don’t start in on me about my drinking,” she added, slightly annoyed.
“I’m just saying you always got a drink in your hand when we go out, damn, slow down,” LaTavia returned as India took a deep breath, knowing it would lead to an argument.
It always did.
“I’m a big girl LaTavia,” Kierre bristled. “How about you let me handle this drink and you worry about your own problems?”
LaTavia sucked her teeth, rolling her eyes at Kierre as she picked up the drink the server returned while they were bickering. She knew she shouldn’t have been on Kierre about something so trivial, but it gave her a much needed repast from her own troubles.
Ordering an appetizer sampler they continued to chat guardedly getting their buzz on before heading out to their real destination. India's childhood friend was throwing a party and had invited her, telling her to bring friends along. They were promised plenty of drink and premium entertainment if they came.
As they headed to the party, Kierre pulled out a blunt asking if they wanted to hit it. Both India and LaTavia declined. Kierre shrugged slightly and lit it, teasing them about getting a contact high as she inhaled deeply. I need this right now, she thought as real life tried to put a damper on her otherwise great mood. There were issues and problems Kierre was going to have to address, but not tonight. Tonight she was going to relax, unwind, and pretend just for a scant few hours that she was normal. Dallas is a great city, she mused enjoyed the scenery as the truck whizzed along. They passed The Hideaway and the small smile graced Kierre’s face, hidden from her two friends. Great partying up in there, woooooo, she again mused of the gay bar as it faded from view and she returned her attention to the two women she was riding with.
“I’m sorry girl,” LaTavia threw out looking at Kierre now, her eyes begging forgiveness.
Sucking her teeth playfully, Kierre gave her a small smile.
“It’s straight heffa,” she replied the incident forgotten and no grudges held.
India was glad they’d squashed the drama, even though she knew they would. It was how they rolled. They could get mad, talk shit, curse each other out, but at the end of the day they were still thicker than thieves.
“That’s why you can’t remember shit now,” India playfully fumed, cracking her window slightly.
Kierre burst into laughter and told her whatever, continuing to smoke. India continued smiling as she drove, her mind recalling her impending visitor once she returned home from the party. You’re playing with fire, her mind warned as she swallowed hard and dismissed the forewarning. Things were good, so why did she always seem to have this sense of dread residing in her gut. Because you know it’s dangerous as hell, her mind questioned. Mercifully, LaTavia began singing along with music, Kierre joining her. It was enough to drive away the demonic specters trying to haunt her right now.
LaTavia felt her cell vibrate, but didn’t look at it. There was no need. It was the same person who’d been texting her for the last three days. She was determined to ignore them, to go on with her life just as she always had. The vibration died for a few moments only to return again and again as they drove toward their destination. Both her friends were oblivious to her growing trepidation recalling the three messages that she had actually taken the time to read. Turning your head won’t make it go away, LaTavia’s common sense tried to kick in. That was the whole point of going out with your girls tonight, but even here in the truck, with them both by your side all you can do is continue to stress and worry, her mind taunted. Promptly ignoring the thoughts, she started a new conversation, taking her mind completely off the issue.
“How’s Jamal, India,” LaTavia broached as Kierre sneered.
“What’s that about,” India heatedly questioned, seeing Kierre’s gesture.
“Nothing India, it’s whatever,” Kierre returned, finishing her blunt.
“No, you looked like you had something on your mind about my man,” India again fired.
“I said nothing India, so squash that bullshit and let’s get where we’re going,” Kierre again warned, her voice rising slightly.
“Nah, I wanna know why you’re always on my damned man and shit,” India continued to press.
“You sure you really w
anna go here India, you sure,” Kierre fired, her breathing becoming more rapid.
“Stop you two shit,” LaTavia interjected, sorry she’d mentioned the man at all. “Can’t we get through the night with us arguing damn,” she added as both women calmed.
“Look I’m cool,” Kierre began diplomatically. “I just think you’re too good for him sometime that’s all,” she added genuinely.
India exhaled deeply, unable to fault her friend for caring about her.
“It’s all good girl, I know it seems like Jamal isn’t around or whatnot, but we’re good Kierre, really,” India told her as the nagging voice asked her who she was trying to convince.
“Hey that’s straight,” Kierre returned, smiling again now. “As long as you’re good, I’m good.”
Seeing their turn up ahead, India put on her signal and made the left turn cutting off a couple cars speeding toward them, earning a loud, long, honk of the horn from one.
“Fuuuuuccck yoooouuu!” LaTavia yelled, head out of the window as Kierre and India thundered with laughter.
They found the house quickly and easily, sliding into a space almost directly in front of it.
“Damn, that was lucky,” LaTavia again murmured, checking her make-up once more as India put the truck in park.
“Now that we’re here,” India threw out. “I’ma need you two heffa’s to behave yourselves,” she admonished as LaTavia and Kierre burst into laughter.
“What the hell you tryna say, India, I’m always good,” Kierre returned lewdly, winking at her as India sucked her teeth.
“That’s exactly what I’m worried about,” she returned laughing as they all got out of the car and headed inside, hoping the escape would last just a few hours longer.
1
“Ugh,” Kierre groaned rising from the bed, her tongue tasting like there was a dead cat inside.
They’d had a wonderful time at the party last night, drinking and dancing until the wee hours of the morning. India thankfully hadn’t had as much as she and LaTavia did, dropping them off at their houses afterward. Kierre was going to call a cab after her shower and getting dressed so she could go pick up her car from the restaurant where she left it. Her cell buzzed and she gathered the instrument from her dresser. Blinking several times to clear the sleep from her eyes, she clicked on the icon and read the message contained. Sighing softly, she dropped it back onto the mahogany wood surface and continued her trek to the bathroom and a hot shower. Turning on the spray, Kierre let it run to warm up and headed back into her bedroom, stepping into the expansive walk in closet. She chose the single breast navy suit, pairing it with sheer navy hose and navy shoes, baby blue blouse.
