In The Company of My Sistahs

by Angie Daniels

  They stood there kissing like teenagers for what felt like forever until she had to pry her mouth away just to get a breath of air.

  “I’ve been waiting all night to stick my dick inside of you,” RD murmured as he slid his tongue inside her ear. Nadine flinched and wrestled her way free of his groping hands.

  “Damn, can you at least wait until I take my clothes off?” she said between gritted teeth.

  He started laughing something terrible. “I see you gonna play hard to the end.”

  “Only if you keep acting like some horny-ass teenager. Now sit!” she ordered, and he obeyed.

  She slowly slid her dress down over her hips, followed by her bra and panties.

  RD reached down and stroked his crotch. “Damn, baby, just looking at you makes me want to nut.”

  She rolled her eyes, thankful that the room was semidark. “Now it’s your turn.”

  She took a seat on the end of the bed and watched as he eagerly shed his clothes. Despite his arrogant attitude his body was attractive. Or at least she thought so until he lowered his boxers and she noticed what he was working with.

  Damn! His dick was short, fat, and uncircumcised. Eeew!

  Again she was thankful the room was dark except for the moonlight peeking through the ocean-view window, and hid her disgust.

  “Come to big daddy.”

  Big? Where at? She asked herself. She was in no rush for what he had to offer. She was searching for a man with a dick big enough to make her forget that she preferred lying in the arms of a woman as opposed to a man.

  Nadine sighed. “No, you come here.”

  “Shit, you ain’t got to tell me twice.”

  She slid up farther onto the bed and RD lowered himself on top.

  “Damn, these babies are lovely,” he murmured as he suckled one nipple and then the other.

  Nadine laid there with her eyes trained to the ceiling and felt no desire for what was happening to her. He was above her, resting his weight on his large bulky arms. RD slid on a condom and within seconds, slipped deep inside of her. He pumped between her legs and howled like a dog under a full moon while she lay there lifeless, tears flowing out of the corners of her eyes. Seconds after he rolled over, he started snoring.

  Without a minute to spare, she threw on her clothes and hurried to her room.

  Chapter 44

  RENEE

  We played cards most of the night, then Solomon and I went for a walk around the neighborhood. It was a quiet night. The kids had gone in for the evening. It was cool even though the wind was relatively still. By the time we made it back to his grandmother’s house, she was on the couch, fast asleep.

  “You want another beer before we head back?”

  I nodded. I’d already had three, but what the hell. I wasn’t the one driving.

  He signaled for me to follow him to the kitchen. I was pleased to find that the house, although small, was well kept. There was a living room with two mixed-matched couches and a blue chair. Homemade blue curtains hung over a single window. Down a squeaky-floored hall were two small bedrooms and a bathroom that resembled an outhouse. Directly behind it was a small kitchen with a single sink, a small refrigerator, and an apartment-size stove. There was a square HOME SWEET HOME rug on the floor.

  I was admiring the meager décor when Solomon came up behind me and whispered near my ear, “I want to fuck.”

  Before I could respond, he had unzipped my shorts and slid them down my hips. He then swung me around and pinned me against the sink with the weight of his body.

  “I see you like it rough,” I said in a breathless whisper.

  “There is no better way.”

  “I agree,” I replied, reaching down to handle—Lord, have mercy—his fully erect ten inches. The large rock-hard organ strained against his pants. I lowered his zipper, reached inside the fly of his boxers, and freed him. Damn! His dick was made for the type of action I lived for. My first impulse was to drop to my knees and bury it between my lips. But before I could make a move, Solomon swung me around and roughly pulled my thong aside.

  “Wait!” I said. “What about your grandmother?”

  “Don’t worry about her.” He bent me over the sink and without another word, grabbed my hips and pushed roughly inside of me. Oh, God! After my last disaster it was just what I needed. Everton was chopped liver; this was prime rib. My head rolled forward and I braced my hands against the counter and pushed back to meet each of his thrusts. He pumped in and out of my coochie, with his balls slapping against my clit. I bit my lower lip and tried to stifle a moan. The last thing I needed was for his grandmother to wake up and find us fucking in her kitchen. I was seconds away from coming when he started speeding up the process. I was so wet I couldn’t stand it.

  “Yees-s-s!” escaped between my lips at the same time I felt him explode inside of me.

  Neither of us moved for the longest time, then he finally pulled out and reached for the dish towel and wiped his dick off. He grinned over at me then offered me the towel.

  Yuck! I would rather go home with a sticky coochie than wipe my shit with a sour dish towel. “No thanks.” I fixed my thong, then reached down for my shorts.

  Solomon closed his pants, then dragged me into his arms. “You are delicious,” he murmured before he captured my lips in a long wet kiss. My head was spinning with excitement. My search for the big bamboo was officially over.

  Chapter 45

  KAYLA

  Kayla didn’t think the evening could get any more perfect. There was a slight cool breeze and millions of stars painting the black sky above. She and Clayton held hands as they moved along the shore. They had kicked off their shoes and left them on a chair near the jerk chicken hut that had closed for the night.

  She told him how she had never seen a beach until she was an adult and even then it had been Lake Michigan. She still had yet to visit the coast. In exchange, Clayton told her about how beautiful the beaches were on the East Coast. After a while they stopped talking altogether and just settled for listening to the sounds of the waves crashing.

  “I want to thank you so much for a wonderful evening.”

  Clayton stopped walking and turned to her. “I should be the one thanking you. It is really a treat to go out with someone who has something to talk about for a change other than my career and themselves.”

  There was an uncomfortable silence for a few seconds, then it finally happened.

  He leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers and she thought maybe she had heard fireworks. The brotha had skills.

  He was the first to end the kiss and he stood with his feet in the wet sand, holding her against him.

  Kayla took a deep breath. “No one has ever treated me this ...” her voice trailed off as she tried to find the right words to express what she was feeling. “No one has ever made me feel this special, and I thank you.”

  He leaned back and stared down at her. “That’s because you are special and you deserved to be treated like a princess.” He kissed her again and she dove into the kiss, hands, tongue. She could feel his dick growing hard against her abdomen. It was obvious where the evening was going. But what other direction was there? He had spent hundreds on her tonight and next he would want his reward. She tried not to think about football players trying to score with as many women as they could. Deep down, she knew that Clayton was different.

  “I don’t want this evening to end,” he murmured against her nose.

  “Neither do I,” she whispered as his tongue slipped inside her mouth again. Oh, well, she thought. Having sex on the beach might turn out to be fun. She found herself wondering if Renee had done it yet on the beach. Knowing that scandalous hoochie, she probably had, long before coming to Jamaica.

  When Clayton lowered onto the cool wet sand, she followed.

  “I hope you don’t mind getting wet. I love the way wet sand feels against my skin,” he asked.

  “I don’t mind.”

  He wr
apped his arm around her and rolled her on top of him. He continued to kiss her lips, neck, and cheeks. A throbbing started at her chest and worked its way down between her legs. Clayton was making her feel so many things that having sex with him wasn’t such a bad idea after all. If nothing else transpired between them at least she would have the memories of sleeping with a professional football player.

  “Let’s spend the night lying on the beach,” he asked between kisses.

  Before she could respond, his hand grazed her breast.

  He rolled her over onto her back and deepened the kiss.

  She turned her head. “Clayton, listen. If you want to have sex, let’s go to your room.”

  He pulled back with a look of surprise. “What?”

  Kayla swallowed. “I said let’s go to your room and have sex.” Then she saw his eyes change from surprise to disappointment and her stomach clenched. She had just fucked up.

  Clayton sighed. He then rose and reached for her hand and helped her up from the sand. “I think it’s time I walk you to your room.” He led her back toward the hotel.

  Panic rose up inside of her. She really had fucked up. He was pissed off because she had said no to his desire to have sex on the beach. Now he wanted to get away from her as quickly as possible. There was no way she could bear to see him tomorrow with another woman on his arm.

  “Clayton, wait!” She tugged him to a halt. “Okay, I changed my mind. We can make love out here on the beach. I’ve never done it before and was a little scared, but I’m game. I really am.”

  His shook his head, then started laughing.

  “What is so funny?”

  He stopped laughing and leaned forward and held her for the longest time in the circle of his arms before he released her. “Kayla, I had no intention of having sex on the beach. I just met you. You’re too much of a lady for me to even think such a thing. Besides, sex is the furthest thing from my mind. I wanted to spend the night lying in a chair together, holding you in my arms while we watched the sunrise. That’s all.”

  She suddenly felt about two feet tall. “Oh, God. I feel like such a fool.”

  He leaned forward. “Well, you shouldn’t. Come on. Let me walk you back to your room. I think maybe we both were getting just a little bit carried away.”

  Relief washed over her and suddenly she started laughing. That special feeling returned as he escorted her up to her door. Once again he pulled her into his arms and that warm secure feeling returned as he kissed her.

  “Good night,” he finally said when he pulled away.

  She gave him one final smile, then turned and stepped into her room and shut the door behind her.

  Glancing over at the bed, she wasn’t the least bit surprised to find that Renee wasn’t in the room. She had probably gotten herself into something.

  She was reaching down to remove her shoes when there was a knock at her door.

  “Who is it?” She thought that maybe Clayton had returned for another kiss.

  “It’s me, Kayla.”

  “Lisa, what you doing still up?” she asked as she swung open the door.

  “Girl, please, there wasn’t any way I was going to bed until I had a chance to speak to you.” She entered the room and took a seat on the end of Kayla’s bed. “Okay, I want to hear all about your night.”

  “Ain’t you nothing.” Kayla thought she would stall a few minutes and quietly moved over to Renee’s bed and took a seat. “Where’s your sister?”

  Lisa waved her hand dismissively. “Who knows? Now quit trying to change the subject and tell me what happened,” she said impatiently.

  “Nothing, really. We just had a nice dinner,” she replied. Her answer was obviously unconvincing, because Lisa blew out a frustrated breath.

  “And?”

  “And what?” Kayla gave her an innocent look.

  “Kayla, you are two seconds away from getting your ass whooped.”

  She started to laugh. “Okay, I’ll tell you.”

  Lisa leaned back comfortably on the bed prepared to listen.

  Kayla tried to contain her excitement as she spoke. “We rode in a limo to this fancy restaurant on the water. It was so romantic. There were candles and soft music in the background.”

  “What did you order?”

  “Lobster, of course.”

  Lisa sucked her teeth. “Shit, it ain’t like he can’t afford it.”

  “I know that’s right.”

  They both laughed.

  “He is the nicest guy I’ve ever met.” She smiled as she thought about how much of a gentleman he was. “He treated me like I was someone special.”

  “You are special.”

  Kayla smiled. Lisa always knew how to say the right thing. “I guess,” she said with obvious insecurity.

  “There is no ‘I guess’. Nobody takes a woman to dinner and spends the entire evening with her if he doesn’t like her.”

  Kayla smirked as she spoke. “Yeah, I guess that’s true.”

  “So, did you kiss him?”

  Kayla hesitated, then nodded like a girl who’d experienced her first kiss. “Gir-r-rl, and he can kiss! Oh, my God! I could have locked lips with him all night.” She tried not to sound too excited, but she couldn’t help what she was feeling. “His lips were soft and gentle and he moved his tongue with skill. He didn’t spit in my mouth.”

  Lisa frowned. “Spit in your mouth? Who the hell you’ve been kissing?”

  She gave a dismissive wave. “No one recently. Even Leroy doesn’t tongue kiss. It’s been so long I’m surprised I remember.”

  She sucked her teeth. “Kissing is like riding a bike. You never forget.”

  Kayla leaned back wearing a dreamy smile. “I could get used to being held and kissed by him.”

  “So why don’t you?”

  She frowned. “He’s a pro ballplayer. What in the world would he want with someone like me?”

  Lisa blew out a frustrated breath. “There you go with that crap again.”

  “It’s true. Besides, I already have a man, remember?”

  Her friend looked at her like she was crazy. “Excuse me?”

  “You heard me. Clayton is a nice guy, but that’s it. Regardless of his wife being pregnant, I love Leroy, and I’m not ready to give up on what we have. I’ve got too many years invested.”

  Lisa sat up and leaned toward her. “If you only saw the look in your eyes when you talk about Clayton you would know that isn’t true. You really like him.”

  Kayla rolled her eyes and lay back on the pillow. “Regardless of what you might think, I know what I have with Leroy. Clayton is a risk I just don’t think I am willing to take, especially not at the risk of losing a sure thing.”

  Lisa snorted at her comment. For her to be one of Kayla’s closest friends, she was starting to get on her nerves. Why couldn’t her friends understand that even though she liked Clayton, her love for Leroy was too strong to let go?

  Chapter 46

  RENEE

  Shortly after one, Solomon pulled his moped up in front of the Holiday Inn Sun Spree. I climbed off and he swung his leg over the side and moved to stand beside me.

  “Thank you for a wonderful evening.”

  My lips curled into a provocative smile. “I should be thanking you.”

  He pulled me against him and pressed his mouth to mine. I willingly parted my lips and allowed his tongue to invade my space. He definitely had many talents.

  “Can I see you again tonight?” he asked when we came up for air.

  “That might be arranged.” I didn’t want to sound too eager, although inside I was jumping for joy.

  “I’ll be here, same time.”

  “I didn’t say yes,” I replied as I slowly backed away.

  “You’ll be here,” he said confidently.

  Damn skippy. I gave him a silly smirk, then turned and jogged up the circle driveway.

  Oh, God! I felt like flying. The last several hours were nothing like I had ever
experienced. Solomon was a rare breed and for the next couple of days he was going to be all mine!

  See, this is what I have been trying to get everyone to understand. What I felt tonight with Solomon, I have never felt with John. I’m serious.

  A woman should feel proud to be on her man’s arm. I should be able to stand across a crowded room and watch him interact with others and think to myself, “damn, that is one sexy mothafucka.” I should be dying to get his ass home so I can ride him like a mechanical bull, then lay in his arms until morning. Now that’s the way a wife should feel about her husband. And I honestly never felt that way.

  When we first started dating I was embarrassed to introduce John to my friends because I knew what they were going to say.

  I remember a week after he had proposed, my girl Danielle came over for a visit. As soon as she stepped into my house and spotted John at the table, her mouth dropped. He did look a hot mess—faded black jeans, and a t-shirt that was three sizes too small. He hadn’t put in his contacts so he was wearing a pair of “birth control” glasses. You know, the thick bifocals that’s guaranteed to stop you from getting any pussy.

  The minute he walked out of the room, Danielle whispered, “bitch, you are wrong for that!” After that I didn’t bother to introduce him to any more of my friends. Lisa had a fit when I told her I was ashamed to introduce him to anyone.

  “Renee, who gives a fuck what others think about him. It’s what you think that matters. I bet all them bitches wish they had some man taking care of them.”

  Lisa was right, and from that day on I would chant those words in my head every time I took him to meet friends and family. But instead of feeling better I would feel guilty, because who the hell has time to be going through all that each and every time. It was like—and still is—like I was forcing myself to feel something I was not. It’s a bunch of bullshit, and I’ve been doing that for three years too long. But shit, what’s a sistah to do?

  On the ride back to the hotel, I had allowed myself a little time to think about my relationship with John. And I have come to the conclusion that the reason why I can’t break it off with him is because I feel like I owe him something. Now, bear with me a minute. It’s late and I’m tired but I know if I don’t say this now, by tomorrow it will have slipped my mind.