by Robinson, Cheryl; Smith, Meta; King, Joy; Parks, Electa Rome
“No, not since earlier with you, but if he is with Bianca, I’m sure it’s nothing. They’re probably somewhere discussing work-related stuff,” he added, trying in vain to ease Sasha’s mind.
“Isaac, we’re at a party and it’s after ten. What type of business would the two of them be discussing?” Sasha shouted.
“Calm down. There’s no sense in getting upset.”
“I need to stop him.” Sasha was now frantic. Isaac firmly put his hand on her shoulder, wanting to make sure he had her attention.
“Listen to me. Chasing Glen down like a madwoman is a waste of time. You can never stop a man from doing what he wants to do. I’m not trying to hurt you, Sasha, but that’s the truth. My advice is for you to go home, and if and when Glen’s ready, he’ll come back.”
Glen and Bianca escaped upstairs to a penthouse suite at the Ritz-Carlton. Anticipation filled the air when Bianca stepped into the over 1,400-plus-square-foot suite. The marble entry and panoramic bay windows welcomed her with open arms. “This place is bigger than my apartment,” she stated, moving smoothly toward the window as if floating on air. “The view is incredible.”
“You’re right, it is.” Bianca turned back and gazed at Glen, knowing that view he was speaking of was her. “Can I get you something to drink?”
“No thank you.” Bianca once again turned her head to absorb the moonlit skyline.
“I guess what’s out there is more interesting than me.”
“I’m sorry. It’s not that at all. I feel like I’m in some incredible dream. I’m so scared I’ll wake up and it’ll all be gone that staring off into the sky gives me something to hold on to.”
“You can hold on to me.”
“Glen, the next time I hold on to you, I don’t want to ever let go.”
“Who said you would have to?”
“I don’t want to share you, not with Sasha or any other woman,” Bianca stated solemnly.
“You won’t have to. After we made love that first time, I knew you were the one, but for a couple of reasons I wasn’t ready to take a chance on real love. I want to explain some things to you. Come have a seat.”
Bianca sat down on a chair next to the mahogany table.
“Since I can remember, the scrutiny that comes with being a celebrity is all I’ve been exposed to. My father was a huge NBA star, and by the time I was ten it was expected that I would follow in his footsteps. I know I come off as arrogant and cocky a lot of times, but it’s only because I’ve been living in my father’s shadow since the day I was born. The comparisons never stop, and they never will, no matter how much I accomplish. It’s made me build this wall to protect myself because there is always that chance that I might fail, and all eyes will be on me if I do. That’s difficult for me to deal with, but it’s my reality. The people in my life only care about how I play the game. They’ve never shown any interest on what moves me in my personal relationships.”
“Not even your parents?”
“My dad likes to critique my game on the court but not off. The only advice he’s ever given me about personal relationships is that if possible, never have a baby with a woman you don’t want to be with, and if you do, take care of your responsibilities so you don’t have to hear her mouth.
“Growing up, I adored my mother, but she didn’t have any backbone when it came to my father. I hate to say it, but she was no more than a trophy wife, and so when I got older, that’s all I thought a woman was worth. The idea of falling in love and having a real relationship with a woman was not even something I put much thought into. But when I met you, I knew right away you were unlike any other woman I had ever met. You didn’t pretend to be something you weren’t because you had an ulterior motive. You told me the truth, whether I wanted to hear it or not, and I respected you for that. I was drawn to your intelligence and how genuine you are. It wasn’t about being physical. But when we did make love, it just intensified my feelings even more. Then seeing you tonight, bringing the beauty and sexy back, was an added bonus because you had already captured my heart.”
Bianca walked toward Glen and put her finger over his mouth. “Stop talking and make love to me.”
He was more than happy to oblige. From the throbbing of his dick, his impulse was to throw Bianca across the table, rip off her clothes, and thrust himself inside of her. Instead, he opted to take his time and make love to her nice and slow. With Bianca’s hair sweeping against his face, her fragrance intoxicated him. He gently gripped the nape of her neck and began from the tip of her chin, peppering kisses down her slender neck until he reached her succulent breasts. As the straps on Bianca’s dress fell off her shoulders, he cupped her golden brown rounds, letting his tongue rotate back and forth, licking the tip of her sugary nipples. He caressed her voluptuous ass until his hand slid up Bianca’s silky smooth inner thigh, touching her sweet, pulsating vagina. His fingers glided with ease on Bianca’s clitoris, sending her body into a minor tremor.
“Baby, don’t you think I’ve waited long enough?” she whispered in his ear. “Please give me what my body’s been craving since the last time I felt your dick inside of me.”
“You’ll never have to wait for this dick again. It belongs to you now.”
“You promise?” Bianca asked demurely.
“Promise.” Glen lifted Bianca up and carried her to the king-size bed. He laid her down with each angle curving to resemble the letter S, and with her long hair spreading out like flowing feathers, she put him in the mind of an exotic black mermaid. He took off his tuxedo, savoring the thought of tasting all of her.
Bianca’s eyes widened as she admired the rippling muscles ornamenting Glen’s flawless physique. She rose off the bed, yearning to stroke the body that was calling her name. Glen placed his hand on the back of her dress and unzipped it completely down to the arch in her back. He pulled the dress from her body and slipped off her Jimmy Choos, then used her long legs as a map to her inner sanctuary. Bianca pulled him in tight, ready to take all of him, but then he paused.
“Can I taste you first?” His request seemed as innocent as asking for a bite of a delicious piece of cherry pie. He stood still waiting for her to respond.
“Yes,” she managed to say under a breathless murmur.
Then all she could do to keep from screaming out in ecstasy was to clench tightly to the bed sheets as Glen’s tongue made love to her. He took his erotic pleasuring of her to the next level by tasting her clit and finger fucking her simultaneously. Just as she was about to reach her climax, he stopped his tongue action and replaced it with his rock hard dick. Bianca’s juices swallowed his manhood like a sweet coating over an ice cream sundae. She clutched his firm buttocks, pulling him farther in, until she felt as if his manhood was in the pit of her stomach. His width and length filled her up completely. Glen pinned her legs back as he kept each thrust steady, while heightening her arousal by massaging her breast with his mouth. Both were in complete sexual bliss as their bodies became one.
“Baby, I’m about to come,” Bianca sighed, holding on tighter to Glen.
“Me too.”
“Ahhhhh, ohhhh, I love you, Glen.”
“I love you too,” he moaned as they reached their climax in unison.
The lovers remained intertwined in each other’s rapture all night, the sun shining across their sleeping faces the following morning.
Overtime
I Surrender
Sasha awoke from a nightmare, drenched in sweat. In her dream, Glen and Bianca were married with two kids, living happily ever after, and she was back in Indiana waiting tables at the diner she had escaped from years ago. She turned to the side of the bed Glen slept on, but of course he wasn’t there.
“That motherfucker spent the night with that bitch!” she screamed, picking up the lamp on the nightstand and throwing it across the room, crashing it against the plasma television. Then she picked up the phone and dialed both Glen’s cell phones and his car phone, but got no answer. She tri
ed to calm herself down but was overtaken by rage. Bianca had come along and stolen her man without even brandishing a weapon.
She prayed that it would end up being a one-night stand, and that afterward, Glen would see the pussy wasn’t that great and come crawling back to her.
“Rise and shine, my beautiful princess,” Glen said, kissing Bianca on her forehead.
“What time is it?”
“Two in the afternoon.”
“Are you serious? I never sleep this late. It must be because I was lying in your arms.”
“Lying next to you did feel so right. I’ve never been so mentally and physically connected to a woman before. You have to be the person I was meant to spend the rest of my life with.”
“Do you really mean that?”
“Yes, I put that on everything I love.”
“Glen, I’m scared,” she admitted.
“Why?”
“Because you represent everything I thought could never work in a relationship. Superstar athlete with fame, money, an endless choice of women, plus the one you already have.”
“I know. I can’t front that seriously settling down seemed way off for me. But being with you makes me ready for the wedding, kids, white picket fence—okay, make that gated mansion,” he chuckled.
“Are you sure you want that life with me?”
“That, and so much more.”
“How are you going to explain that to Sasha?”
“I’ll handle it. I know she’s been feeling that the vibe is off, but I’ll let her know you’re the one I want to be with.”
“You know she’s going to lose it.”
“Yeah, at first, but Sasha is a survivor, she’ll bounce back. I’d rather tell her the truth now then lead her on. She can move on with her life and find happiness the way I have with you.” Glen bent down and kissed Bianca, and the two began making love once again.
Isaac woke up for the third morning in a row with Penelope by his side. After trying every sexual position known to mankind with the cheerleader stripper, he’d become increasingly bored with her. He realized just how much he missed Tracy, and decided he would do anything possible to get her back. “Penelope, wake up,” he said, shaking the still sleeping girl.
She slowly started coming out of her sex and liquor induced coma. “What is it?”
“I need you to get up, get dressed, and leave.”
“Huh, I don’t understand.”
“I’ll call you a cab, but I’m ready for you to go now.”
Isaac’s demand woke Penelope right up. “What happened? I thought it was all good between us.”
“It was, but we’ve had enough fun. It’s time for me to get back to reality.”
Penelope wasn’t stupid, she’d played this game many times. She knew exactly what Isaac meant. “So you’re going back to your girlfriend?”
“Yeah, if she’ll have me.”
“She’d be crazy not to. I can tell you’re a really great guy, even if you did fuck around on her.”
“I hope she’s as understanding.”
After Penelope got dressed, Isaac walked her downstairs to the waiting taxi. He handed her a fist-sized knot of one hundred dollar bills totaling ten thousand dollars. He felt it was the least he could do for her services.
“You have real class, Isaac,” she told him. “If you ever need to talk, you know where to find me.”
Back in his apartment, Isaac sat down and called Tracy. For the first time since all the drama went down, she answered the phone.
“Baby, I want you to come home,” were the first words out of Isaac’s mouth.
Sasha ran to the top of the stairs when she heard the front door opening. “Glen, I was so worried about you. I’m glad you’re home.” After going through every emotion, from crying to screaming to contemplating murder, she had decided to use a different approach. Instead of flipping out and calling Glen every name in the book, she pretended that Bianca wasn’t even part of the equation, hoping that after today she wouldn’t be.
“No, I’m fine. I was with—” Sasha cut him off.
“You don’t have to explain. We don’t need to discuss what happened last night. It’s the past, and we should focus on the present. What we have is so much stronger than whatever meaningless dalliance you had last night.”
Glen stared up at Sasha and started feeling guilty. He’d expected her to come at him with all sorts of four letter words and maybe even objects to go upside his head with, but her demeanor and attitude were surprisingly calm. Sasha walked down the stairs wearing a subtle terry-cloth sundress, another surprise. He figured she would be sashaying down the stairs with tits and ass jiggling, trying to seduce him into bed.
“How about we go in the kitchen and I make you something to eat?”
Glen started to wonder if he had walked into the right house. It damn sure looked like his crib, and the woman in front of him was an excellent replica of Sasha, but her actions were those of a stranger. “Okay, I am hungry.” More than that, he was curious as to what Sasha planned in the way of food. He didn’t even know she could cook. In their whole time of dating she had never served him so much as a drink of water. He sat down at the table and watched as she began whipping up a meal.
“Would you like a snack while I’m preparing your food?”
“I’ll just take a glass of juice.”
As he requested, Sasha poured him a glass of juice, and set it down on the table with a smile on her face. Glen started getting antsy about the discussion he was about to have with her, but knew he had to get it over with.
“Sasha, as I was saying when I got home, I have to talk to you about something.”
“I told you it wasn’t necessary.”
“But it is because I’m in love with Bianca and I want to be with her.” As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he felt relieved. He waited to hear the tongue lashing Sasha would give him.
“Glen, because you fell up in some new, untouched pussy, now you’re in love,” she said coolly.
“It’s more than sex. I’ve been developing feelings for Bianca for some time now.”
“During the same time you were falling asleep and waking up making love to me, during that time?” Glen felt a lump in his throat as he struggled to answer Sasha’s questions. He hadn’t planned on the conversation going like this. Somehow, Sasha had managed to turn the tables and make him question himself.
“I’ll admit that I care about you, Sasha, and we shared some good times together, but what I have with Bianca is different. I want to spend the rest of my life with her.”
“You mean like marriage, family—that type of life?”
“Yes,” he answered, not wanting to crush Sasha, but since she’d asked, he wanted to be honest.
“I see. Well, how do you think Bianca will take being a stepmother?” Sasha said, continuing to cook Glen’s meal as if she hadn’t just dropped a bombshell.
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about the child I’m carrying, your child.” Glen stood up and then sat back down, getting a migraine as if a hammer was knocking on his head.
“You’re on the pill and I always pull out.”
“Not a little over a month ago when I gave you the best head of your life and then we had sex before you got in the shower, I unfortunately misplaced my pills and didn’t take them that month.”
Glen wasn’t sure what had him reeling more, remembering the one time he got so caught up in Sasha’s dick-sucking that when she pulled him in, he did in fact explode inside of her, or how confident her declaration of being pregnant was.
Sasha knew she had Glen by the balls, and she planned on squeezing them until he couldn’t breathe. “And don’t even think about asking me to have an abortion. Even though you’re leaving me for Bianca, I still love you very much, and the child I’m carrying is a reflection of that.” As if nothing had changed, she added, “Your food is ready, so relax and enjoy your meal.”
Bianca was still on cloud nine, relishing her time with Glen. She never knew love would feel this good. She’d only been with one other man her whole life, and that ended up being a summer fling that left her with a broken heart. It was after her first year of college, and instead of going home, she opted to stay and take extra courses during the summer break. She met a handsome football player who was taking courses to get caught up so he would be able to play for the upcoming season.
First, he asked Bianca to tutor him, which she agreed to do. But then he showed a romantic interest, which totally surprised her. Bianca was a bookworm, not the kind of girl she’d seen the football player on campus with. They soon began a passionate love affair that lasted throughout the summer. With Bianca doing all his schoolwork and studying with him for his tests, her lover aced his summer classes. Meanwhile, during their time together, he confessed his undying love and promised to remain committed to her. Being young and naive, Bianca believed every word. She had given her virginity to the football stud, and in her heart wanted to marry him. It wasn’t until a week before school was about to start and he stopped answering her calls that she became alarmed. When she finally ran into him in the student lounge the first week of school, holding hands with a beautiful sorority sister, she realized he had just used her for the summer and then tossed her away like a dirty napkin. He gave her no explanation as to why he stopped seeing her, just simply stated that their relationship was over.
From that day on Bianca had never trusted men and refused to date any of them. She continued to study hard and focus on doing great in school, but that experience made her petrified to ever take a chance on love again—until now. Glen gave her the self-assurance she needed to open her heart and fall in love. A smile crept across her face, knowing that at that moment Glen was ending his relationship with Sasha and they would soon enjoy exploring their newfound love.
