Baby, You're the Best

by Mary B. Morrison

  I nodded.

  The way she was wearing that sunshine on her face, the yellow dress was banging too. It was Atlanta. Women wore high heels, short dresses, with accessories to complement the unimaginable to Publix grocery store. Georgia peaches were beyond sweet. These females were straight ripe.

  “Spence, you know you and Alexis live in the same building, man?”

  Aw, hell no! I refused to say a word.

  I looked at Fabulous. Not for a response for what I now knew she’d already known. Fabulous wasn’t oblivious to Alexis’s intentions. I understood why she didn’t want me to know. Out the corners of my eyes, I saw Alexis staring at me with a closed-lip smile. I wanted to shake my head but I knew better than to do that shit.

  “Guess not,” LB said. “You ready?” he asked Alexis.

  “Oh, yes. I’m definitely ready,” she said.

  Fabulous said, “Alexis, James called. He wished me a happy belated fiftieth. I understand congratulations are in order.”

  Flipping her hair over her shoulder, Alexis said, “Bye, Mama. Spencer, I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

  Watching Alexis jiggle her booty out the door, in advance of my arriving at church tomorrow, silently I asked God on the spot, “Please help me, Lord.”

  CHAPTER 37

  Alexis

  After closing my door, LB got behind the wheel. He was silent. Again.

  Second shutdown. I supposed he was waiting for me to explain why no one answered his question. Obviously, my mother didn’t want me to know. I had no idea Domino was my neighbor. Apparently it was news to Spencer as well. Knowing we were about two hundred feet from each other almost daily made sexing him more convenient.

  I texted Domino, I’m in 408.

  “Still not going to tell me where we’re headed?” I asked, touching up my lipstick. I refreshed my perfume. A dab behind each ear. Never knew what new prospects may be at our destination.

  “You might not want to put on too much of that fragrance,” he said. “We’re going to the Affordable Old School concert at Wolf Creek, baby! Whew!”

  Okay, bipolar was one thing. I didn’t know what was going on in that dude’s head.

  “You should’ve told me sooner. My mom probably has VIP tickets.” I paused, looked at LB, then continued. “Please tell me you did not get lawn tickets.”

  Proudly, he said, “Yup. And I made us a tasty pasta, a salad, grilled chicken, and I premixed a special drink. Named it Lex because that rhymes with sex. And I had a dessert made especially for you.”

  I refused to ask what it was. Rolling my eyes in the direction away from LB, I saw Chanel texted Haven’t heard from you. You mad at me?

  I replied, Yes, baby

  Cool Y

  I meant, No baby. You wore me out. I’ll call you in a few

  You coming to the club?

  I texted Chanel back, Definitely, as a message from James registered from his second cell number. He should’ve given Cleopatra that number.

  What’s up Alexis?

  I hit him with, Where you at? Atlanta? LA?

  No immediate response from him but Spencer had texted back, I’m in 505.

  Barely concealing my joy, I saved the unit number under his contact info. He was in building five. I was in four. Now it made sense. We parked on different levels, lived on separate floors.

  “I’m your date. Not your phone. If you don’t want to go, I can take you home,” LB said, exiting the freeway.

  Where’d that come from? No need to apologize for my divided attention. Everybody was glued to their cell phones nowadays and every person I was texting was more interesting than LB. Men did this shit all the time while on a date. They viewed naked pics, watched XXX videos, hit their main, their side, their main and their side when they were with another woman. LB shouldn’t act as though he was the exception. I knew that nigga was emptying his balls somewhere.

  We were a few miles away from the park. For the first time, I kept quiet. He could decide. I was cool either way. He continued driving ahead.

  I texted my mother, Did you have two VIPs for the AOS today?

  She texted back, Yes, table seven. You want me to text Jeremy?

  PLZ Mama. TY

  Hopefully, I could convince an officer to let us park in the lot next to the amphitheater. What I was not going to do was get on a shuttle or walk downhill in my stilettoes to sit my ass on grass.

  I touched LB’s thigh. He smiled. Men were so ridiculously easy. “I appreciate everything you’ve done. Pull up to security.”

  “Oh, you got it like that,” he said.

  “Officer, he’s dropping me off,” I lied.

  Moving the orange cone, the officer let us in.

  “Wow, that would never work for me,” he said.

  “After the night is over, you let me know if I got it like that,” I told him as my mother texted, When you get there, go to will-call and tell Jeri Miles you’re picking up my tickets.

  TY Mama!

  LB retrieved a small red cooler and a blanket from his trunk. “Leave the blanket,” I told him, leading the way.

  I gave LB’s tickets away. Did as my mom told me, and we were seated at a table close to the stage.

  LB said, “Dang, I need to hang out with you more often.”

  No . . . you won’t. From this night forward, LB was strictly a pay-my-bills bottom bitch, in that order.

  CHAPTER 38

  Alexis

  LB left his car in a “Visitors Only” space to escort me to my apartment.

  “Thanks for a good first date,” I said. Giving him a hug, I placed my palms flatly to his shoulder blades, meshed my breasts to his chest, then softly scraped my fingernails against his T-shirt. Barely touching my lips to his ear, I whispered, “You remember how to get out of here?”

  His dick responded first. Of course he knew how to exit but I knew he didn’t want to leave. He held me, tilted his hips toward mine enough to make sure I felt his hard, throbbing manhood. Why did guys think that was a turn-on for women? LB should try being more creative. I never removed my clothes without a purpose. Sex. Shower. Sleeping in the nude. Lounging around my place or James’s. Sex only mattered when I wanted it.

  Letting him go, I was excited that Domino lived in the same complex. My pussy puckered for Domino, not LB. There had to be one person out there who could totally satisfy me. It wasn’t James or Chanel. And it sure in the hell wasn’t LB.

  I tried to recall if I’d ever seen Domino in passing. Couldn’t say I had. Not many residents hung out. There were always empty lounge chairs poolside and on the rooftop patio. Most of my time was in transit to get a package from the office, mail from my box, or getting in and out of my car. I turned the key, opened my door.

  LB said, “Up to the top floor, down to the first?”

  “You got it,” I said, gripping the inside lever.

  “Hey, mind if I use your restroom before I go?”

  Letting LB in, I said, “First right. Next right.”

  “Cool, thanks.”

  I connected the Bluetooth to my surround sound speakers, synched it with Pandora One from my cell, and selected Pray for Me Radio. I’d avoided that station for months thinking it was gospel. I enjoyed listening to the choir at church but spiritual hymns at home weren’t my preferred. Pleasantly surprised to discover the countless classic slow jams I loved and lots of new panty-dropping songs on one station, this was my new favorite.

  Imagining my tongue circling Domino’s head, the walls of my vagina tightened, causing me to have a small orgasm. Performing cunnilingus made me cum. Doing fellatio made me climax real hard at times. Penetration was wonderful but not required for me to get off.

  Damn, Alexis. I shook my head, wondering if I fantasized about sex more than most men. Would I ever be monogamous?

  LB came out of the bathroom grooving. He had a nice flow to R. Kelly’s “Marry the Pussy.” He started singing all the words, real seductive. I watched him get down on both knees, crawl towar
d me, then he sang to my pussy.

  She didn’t twerk for LB the way she’d done when I put her in front of Domino. LB wasn’t half bad and I was horny as hell. Thinking about Domino had made me hot. I decided to go ahead and give LB what he wanted.

  I smiled, backed up. Dropping my romper to the floor, I pulled my thong aside. “Get your ass over here and taste this sweet pussy?”

  He crawled toward me on all fours. I backed up. Played with my clit. Moaned. He came closer. Opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue. I squatted on the tip three times, released my thong, then pointed to my liquor. “Make us a drink. Surprise me.”

  Standing, he offered to make what we had earlier. I sat on my white leather sofa. Watched him maneuver his way around my bar. Chanel texted, You still coming to the club tonight?

  I should but wasn’t sure. My clothes were in the middle of the floor. Wasn’t putting them or any others on right now. How long I remained naked depended on how good LB was in bed. Be there at 1 or 2.

  Why so late?

  LB handed me a much needed drink then sat beside me. Deciding not to respond to Chanel, I put my cell on the coffee table. Hell, my rent would be past due in a few days. Chanel was my bird in the hand. I texted her, See you shortly baby

  I told LB, “Why don’t you go upstairs, take a shower, select three toys from the chest at the foot of my bed, and get comfortable. I’ll be up shortly.” I could tell it wouldn’t take him long to cum but I’d show him a few things I was certain he hadn’t had done to him before.

  Closing my eyes, I listened to Anthony Hamilton’s “Broken Man.” He made me think about James. Hadn’t heard from him since my last text. I related to the lyrics of the song asking, Will I ever love again? I wondered how James felt about me. I’d toyed with his heart because he’d let me. I didn’t have James on a full-time basis. So what? I sure as hell wasn’t letting him go.

  I wasn’t jealous of Cleopatra. Whatever my mother told Domino regarding my engagement to James wouldn’t change Domino’s craving to stroke this pussy. Men were like that. Once their dick got hard there was only one way to satisfy the lust. Head-on!

  I opened my eyes. Stared at all the paintings, statues, and furniture James had bought me. The white leather sectional. The white mink rug that Chanel and I had sex on last night. I picked up my cell, unblocked James’s contact, then texted, Let’s go to Miami next weekend

  Three dots scrolled, disappeared. Scrolled again. Vanished. Then I saw his response, Can’t. Taking LA to New York

  Oh. Getting bold, are we? Whateva. I texted, Lunch tomorrow?

  Busy. Can’t.

  Can’t or won’t?

  You decide, Alexis. Does it matter? Do I matter?

  Texted him back, CU2mrw. Brio. 3p. He’d be there.

  A message from Chanel popped up. You on your way?

  I tossed my cell on the couch, then headed upstairs.

  LB was on his back naked. He’d blindfolded himself. His frame was nice. Pubic hairs neatly trimmed. I scanned his selection.

  “Nice,” I said. “Turn over so I can give you a massage.”

  Heating the paraffin wax on high, I removed my thong, slid it under his nose, then tossed it onto the bed. I stepped into the shower, washed every part of me twice. Lathered up my pointing finger then twirled it inside my asshole several times. Inserting my crystal wand into my vagina, I stimulated my G-spot while cleaning myself thoroughly.

  When I entered my bedroom, LB was in the same position. Couldn’t say he wasn’t a patient man. Slowly, I trickled almond oil all over him. Rubbing his legs, back, arms, and ass, I spread his butt cheeks and sniffed his asshole.

  “Damn, that shit feels good,” he said.

  “Just wait,” I said, tying a silk scarf around his wrist. I did the same with his other wrist and his ankles, then tied each scarf real tight to a post on my bed.

  As I knotted the last one, he said, “Whoa, wait a minute. What are you getting ready to do?”

  “Nothing you don’t want me to. You want me to stop?”

  “Nah. Nah, I want to see where this is going.”

  “I didn’t blindfold you.”

  “I know. You don’t have to take it off. At least turn me over.”

  I whispered in his ear, “This’ll all be over soon. Relax.” He mumbled something. At this point it didn’t matter. I massaged lots of almond oil until he was greased from head to toe, then I straddled him. My ass sat on the back of his head. As I faced his feet, I slid my pussy up and down his neck.

  “Oh, shit,” he said. “That’s a first.”

  I stopped, picked up my thong, aggressively stuffed it in his mouth, then resumed gliding my titties against his back. I made certain he felt my nipples. Cupping my mouth to his asshole, I teased it, licked it, put my thumb in, then pulled it out.

  Instantly, LB tightened his rectum. I gently dug my fingernails into the flesh of his ass. “It’s okay. Just consider that your first unofficial prostate exam.”

  He moaned into the mattress as I poked him a few more times. A thumb in the behind was harmless. Grinding and wiggling my pussy down the center of his back, when I reached his ass, I rode his left cheek with my clit as though I was sexing his dick. The transition should help take his mind off of what I’d previously done.

  “When I untie you, do you want me to fuck you like this, LB?” Pausing a few seconds to let him worry about what I was going to do next, I touched his asshole. I started thrusting my pussy hard, then said, “Or like this?” Massaging him real slow with my labia, I moaned real loud.

  With my thong blocking his tongue, he could only grunt sounds. “Nod if you’re okay,” I said. Not looking for an answer, I didn’t glance over my shoulder.

  I got up, covered his ass with a thin layer of saran wrap, wedged the plastic between his cheeks. LB started jerking. Didn’t matter. He wasn’t getting up until I let him. I dropped a three-inch butt plug and a hand towel into a crockpot of nearly hot water.

  Scooping the hot paraffin wax with a porcelain ladle, I spread his cheeks, then drizzled the hot wax along the crack of his ass and over his balls. He squirmed for a few seconds.

  “You’ll enjoy this more if you stop fighting the feeling.” I lined his spine up to his neck with wax too. “You know you like it.”

  I put on my rubber gloves, turned off the crockpot, wrung the hot towel, flapped it open, then eased it onto his back. He flinched. After removing the saran wrap and wax from the crack of his ass, I tossed everything in the trash. Wet a hand towel and proceeded to cleanse his butt.

  Spreading his cheeks, I licked his ass a few times while sliding my hand along his body to oil my fingers. Slowly, I twirled one notch then two of my fingers in and out of his rectum. He fought the feeling but what was he going to do. He’d never break free from silk scarves. Not in his position. I retrieved the warm butt plug, slowly eased it into his ass, then left it there.

  Pulling his dick between his thighs, I sucked it until he came, which didn’t take long. A few minutes later, LB was snoring. Rubbing his balls, I removed the plug, wiped his ass, then I removed the towel and wax from his back.

  I showered, dressed, then headed to the club to see my gurl.

  CHAPTER 39

  Spencer

  Alexis showed up at Blake’s with LB. I could not believe she had on a short dress for church. At least it wasn’t a halter. This one was lace, white, cropped sleeves. It wasn’t see-through. Thankfully it covered her ass. Barely.

  Her kind was normal for the ATL but I was . . . looking away I shook my head. My dick was too attracted to all of that.

  “Morning, Spencer,” Alexis said, then called out, “You ready, Mama?” She glanced at me, headed toward the kitchen. “I’m still thirsty, LB. You want anything to drink?”

  I didn’t understand why my boy looked at me then shook his head. Alexis couldn’t see him. The grin on his face and the shine in his eyes made me ask, “What the hell did ole girl do to your ass?”

  LB closed hi
s eyes, exhaled, drooped his shoulders, then rattled his head. He looked at me. “I’m in love, man.”

  I whispered, “Get the fuck out of here. After one date?”

  “I’d tell you all about it but she made me promise not to tell you.”

  “Me?” Knowing LB there was probably some shit he didn’t want to tell a bruh like me having seen how I get down.

  “Spencer,” Blake called from the downstairs bedroom.

  “Coming, Fabulous!”

  Alexis peeped her head from the kitchen. “Spencer, come here for a second. Won’t take long.”

  Maybe it was the cherry lipstick, her perfume that lingered, or the way she’d said my name. Foolishly, I went into the kitchen.

  Alexis squatted, pulled out my dick, sucked it into her mouth three times. Three more times. The third of the third, I couldn’t believe I came so fucking hard I almost screamed like a bitch. She swallowed, tucked my dick back in, wiped her mouth with a paper towel. She left the glass of orange juice on the counter.

  “You drink it,” she said, walking out.

  I looked down toward my dick. “Nigga, what the fuck just happened?”

  She was a real head master. There was no lipstick marks on my navy slacks or T-shirt. I circled the island twice, downed the juice. Let out a quiet, “Whooooo!”

  I heard Fabulous ask, “Where’s Spencer?”

  LB answered, “In the kitchen.”

  Composing myself, I returned to the living room.

  Alexis said, “Mama, you guys can ride with us,” as though she wasn’t asking.

  The hell with that! I strolled into the living room. Blake looked incredible. She wore a coral fitted dress down to her knees. Pink heels. The colors were great on her.

  Fabulous asked me, “You mind?”

  “What?”

  “Riding with Alexis?” she said.

  Didn’t want Fabulous and me to be on their schedule. Definitely didn’t want to take a back seat to LB with his LED glowing ass.