Chapter Thirteen
Six months later . . .
Teflon sat outside the detention center, straddled across her Yamaha R1 motorcycle with her customized helmet in hand waiting impatiently for Treacherous. The past six months had been torture for her being away from him. When she was first released it had been a struggle for her coming home. She and Treacherous had discussed her taking advantage of the little housing room the state had offered her upon her release, providing she found a job and laying low until he came home, then together they would get all they needed. That was the plan, but Teflon grew impatient. Besides, there was no way she was going to let her man come home to nothing. Teflon had no regrets going out and making something happen so that Treacherous had everything he would need once he was released. Nor did she have any remorse for the hustlers who she baited and lured in to obtain the money that had taken care of her for the past six months and allowed her to get what she felt Treacherous needed. Treacherous meant more to her then anything else in the world. Teflon had schemed on and robbed six above-average hustlers, one for every month, coming off with a little over 70,000 in cash and jewelry. It seemed like an eternity since the last time she had seen or heard from Treacherous, but as she looked at her Cartier watch, she knew in mere minutes all of that would be coming to an end. Every time the tinted glass door to the front entrance opened her heart skipped a beat, hoping it was Treacherous who was exiting. It was a few minutes after Treacherous’s 9:00 a.m. release. Each minute that passed, Teflon grew more and more impatient. By 9:30 Treacherous still had not come out.
“What the fuck?” Teflon sighed as 9:00 turned into 10:00. At 10:30, Teflon’s patience wore thin. She couldn’t take it anymore. She knew it was too good to be true. All types of thoughts began to invade her mind. She wondered if Treacherous had gotten himself into something. She didn’t want to believe it but knew that anything was possible. Whatever the case, Teflon intended to find out. She un-straddled the R1 and made her way to the detention’s center front door. Just as she reached the top of the steps the door was opening up. Teflon grabbed hold of the handle and stepped to the side to let whoever it was out.
“Thanks,” the familiar baritone said.
Teflon was so caught up in her own world, focused on demanding answers and giving someone problems until they let her know what was going on with Treacherous, that she hadn’t even noticed him coming out of the door.
“Baby!” she chimed, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Treacherous smiled on the surface, but on the inside he felt funny. He was not used to this type of affection.
“Yeah, it’s me.”
Teflon was tempted to break out into tears but she knew how Treacherous felt about that. He had shared with her how he had been raised and she understood. Teflon released Treacherous, sensing his discomfort. “What took so long?” she asked.
“Paperwork, not to mention the long speech the counselor gave me. Broad beat me in the head about nothing, all that whole-life-ahead-of-me bullshit.”
“Same stuff they said to me before I left. Who was it, Ms. Brown?”
“Yep.”
“Figured.”
“You know what else she said?” Treacherous asked with a strange smirk plastered across his face.
“What?”
“She asked me to promise her to stay away from you. She said if I saw you to turn the other way.”
“Stop playing,” Teflon said with a surprised look.
“If I’m lying I’m dying.”
“Fucking bitch,” Teflon barked. “If her ass sees me she better turn the other way.”
That caused Treacherous to laugh. “A’ight, killa, let’s get up outta here,” he said, grabbing her by the head. Teflon pulled away as if she were still bothered by the counselor’s words. Treacherous could see how what he’d told her had affected her. “Tef, fuck that broad,” he shouted, assuring her that what the counselor suggested didn’t faze him.
Now it was Teflon who smiled as she made her way to the motorcycle.
“Whose is this?” Treacherous asked when Teflon walked up on the R1. He never noticed the helmet in her hand.
“It’s mine.”
“Yours?”
“Yeah, mine.” Teflon knew he would be surprised. Especially since she had told him she didn’t know anything about bikes, let alone ride when he expressed his passion for motorcycles. It was because of Treacherous that Teflon had gone out and brought one and learned how to ride.
“I thought you didn’t ride.”
“That was then.” She grinned. “This is now. You inspired me.”
“Oh yeah. Well, where’s mine?” he joked.
“At our place,” she replied.
Treacherous stared at Teflon oddly, as if she spoke a language foreign to him.
“What?”
“You asked where was yours and I said at our place,” she repeated.
“Yeah, a’ight,” said Treacherous, playing along with Teflon. “What you get me?”
“A GXSR 1000.”
Something in the way Teflon had called out the bike made Treacherous feel she was not playing with him.
“Baby, you for real?”
“As a heart attack.”
Treacherous’s face remained emotionless but internally he was overwhelmed. At that moment he realized Teflon was indeed his ride or die chick.
“Let’s get up outta here. Take me home so I can see my shit.”
“You drive,” Teflon said, tossing Treacherous the keys.
The R1 barked as he revved the engine. Teflon grabbed hold of his waist as Treacherous popped the clutch into first gear. He had never ridden before, only remembered what his father had told him, but just sitting on the powerful machine made Treacherous feel as if he had been riding all of his life. Just as Rich had explained to him, Treacherous slowly released the clutch. Once in first gear, he gassed up her bike. The tires screeched as he pulled off. Teflon looked back and stuck her middle finger up at the detention center, then tightly grabbed hold of Treacherous’s waist as they headed home.
“Baby, you’ll have plenty of time to ride. It ain’t going nowhere,” Teflon called out to Treacherous. When they arrived at the Yorkshire apartment complex Teflon had been staying in for the past six months, Treacherous zeroed in on the motorcycle parked out front. On sight, he fell in love with the machine. He had been home for nearly an hour and hadn’t made it inside their apartment yet, overwhelmed with the bike. He was like a kid with a new toy. Treacherous had been so caught up in the bike he hadn’t heard anything Teflon had said.
“Treach, did you hear me?” she shouted, walking toward him.
“Huh?” Treacherous answered, turning toward Teflon. Instantly he noticed her attire. “You tryin’a make me catch a body first day home, huh?”
Teflon laughed. “What?” she asked innocently. She became so impatient with Treacherous she hadn’t realized she had just stepped out of the apartment with a pair of boy shorts that did nothing to conceal her God-given assets. The shorts rode up between her inner thighs and the cuff of her firm ass hung slightly out in the back. The fitted wife beater minus the bra didn’t help the situation either. This was actually the first time Treacherous had ever seen so much of Teflon exposed, although he had a strong idea it existed. He liked what he saw and was instantly turned on.
“Go in the house,” he said, not wanting anyone to see what he felt was for his eyes only.
“You come in the house too,” Teflon replied seductively. “You acting like you love that bike more then me. Don’t make me blow that shit up,” she spat, her demeanor and tone changing from soft to aggressive.
“You the only one I want, babe,” Treacherous stated. “The only one. I’m coming; now go inside.”
“Get off the bike,” she chimed. Treacherous knew he was fighting a losing battle. He was used to Teflon acting the way she was now. He hopped off the bike and made his way toward her. “What am I gonna do with you?” he said, gr
abbing Teflon from behind, wrapping his arms around her.
“Everything,” she answered.
“Thanks for the meal, babe,” Treacherous said to Teflon, reaching over to give her a kiss.
“You know you don’t have to thank me. You’re my heart. I just wanted everything to be nice for you,” she replied, embracing him. “You’re home now. This is just the beginning.” She continued to wash the upper part of Treacherous’s back. He relaxed in the bath she had prepared for him. He had been soaking for half an hour while Teflon bathed him. She knew this was what he had needed, just coming home. After serving eighteen months herself, it was what she had needed to convince herself that she was really home. Teflon dipped the washcloth into the water, then squeezed it out over top of Treacherous’s clean-shaven head. His dome glistened as the suds washed away. Teflon massaged his pecs as she continued to wash the residue off him, causing it to cascade from his head onto his chocolate chest, which was rock solid. Each part of his body she touched was hard and chiseled with muscles. That turned Teflon on. This was the first time she had ever seen the results of Treacherous working out in the detention center religiously.
“This shit feels good. I couldn’t wait to get up outta there and get that jail funk off me. Babe, I ain’t never going back. We ain’t never going back, you hear me” he spat in disgust, turning toward her.
“I know, baby, I hear you,” Teflon agreed. She could hear the hostility in Treacherous’s tone. She knew he was bitter behind the years of his life that had been wasted in the detention center and knew there was nothing she could do to change that, but nonetheless, she intended to try. “Let’s not dwell on that, Treach. Let’s just focus on us and how we’re going to get this money. Fuck all that other stuff. Remember: No looking back.”
“Definitely, no looking back,” he repeated. “Hand me a towel. I’m done.” She reached over and retrieved the towel she had waiting for him. Treacherous stood and Teflon began to dry him. Treacherous’s manhood grew as Teflon took him into her hand and began massaging it while drying him off. “Chill,” Treacherous moaned, unable to bear her touch.
“You chill,” she shot back. “Let me do this.” Teflon knew that his body was foreign to her touch and sensitive from being without a woman’s physical touch. Other then the time his father had treated him to the stripper, Teflon knew no other female had been this close to Treacherous and she felt special. Tonight she intended to make this a memorable one for both of them.
Teflon took Treacherous by the hand and helped him out of the bathtub. Treacherous revealed a half smile. He could tell Teflon had planned all that was taking place. Despite the inevitable once they were both free, this was something they had never discussed. Treacherous could hear the sound of R&B music coming from the bedroom as he followed Teflon. The closer they got, the more the sounds of Color Me Badd throwing back “I Wanna Sex You Up” could be heard. As Teflon glided down the hallway Treacherous’s sex began to stiffen even more. The sight of her firmness from behind simultaneously and rhythmically bouncing from up underneath the wife beater she wore and her hips swaying from side to side was turning him on. Although he was not a heavy music listener, the sound of the music was appealing to him and fit the mood. When Teflon opened the bedroom door, the first thing Treacherous noticed was the king-size bed with satin sheets that were blue, his favorite color.
Teflon turned and kissed Treacherous lightly on his bare chest, then led him to the bed.
She sat at the edge of the bed and released the towel from around his waist. He made an attempt to move in closer but Teflon held him at bay, pressing her hands into his washboard midsection as he towered over her. Treacherous looked down at her. She could feel his eyes on her but didn’t return his stare. Instead, without hesitation she took Treacherous into her mouth. Treacherous did not expect what was happening. The warmth of her mouth was indescribable. He had never felt the way he did at that very moment. Teflon gyrated her mouth back and forth on Treacherous’s hardness. Having never performed fellatio before, she gagged a few times from the size of Treacherous’s rock hardness. She could not even believe she was able to get so much as the head inside of her mouth, based on how Treacherous was packing. She grabbed hold of his waist for support. Even the side of his buttocks were sculpted and solid, she thought as she continued to sex Treacherous with her mouth.
Treacherous continued to enjoy Teflon’s performance. He had never experienced such a feeling before. As strong as he felt himself to be, Treacherous couldn’t help but grab hold of Teflon’s shoulders for balance. Each time he felt Teflon’s lips reach midway on his dick his legs nearly gave way under him. A few times he heard her choke as she tried to take him into her mouth deeper. He knew he was well endowed, but regardless of the size of his manhood, he was convinced that all the working out he had ever done had not conditioned him for the workout Teflon was putting on him. He watched as Teflon’s head now smoothly began to bob back and forth on his ten inches of chocolate. He could hear Teflon slurping over the music as she popped his sex in and out of her mouth. Teflon’s performance put him in the state of mind of a suction cup the way her lips locked around him. Slowly but surely she was getting the hang of oral as she was eager to learn every inch of Treacherous’s body tonight. Although she could get into them, she had tried watching adult movies for pointers on how to please him and picked up on how to enhance the oral pleasure she was now displaying on him. He couldn’t help but close his eyes and throw his head back, bracing himself with the help of her shoulders as she vigorously attacked his sex. The more Teflon licked, sucked, and jerked, the more the feeling became unbearable for Treacherous, who tried everything in his power to withstand the enjoyment brought to him by Teflon, but he knew he had to bring the pleasurable feeling to an end before he exploded.
Treacherous lifted his head back up and opened his eyes. When he looked down for a second time he saw she was staring up at him with him still in her mouth. Their eyes met. Fully turned on by the effect her mouth had on him, Teflon knew she was far from being a pro, still occasionally gagging and having to let up for air, but there was no doubt in her mind that Treacherous was enjoying every bit of it as she took all she could of him into her mouth. Treacherous couldn’t help to look down and witness the love she was putting down on him. Their eyes met, and as she too stared up at him, she licked around his helmet. Neither of the two broke the stare. At that moment a connection was, one that only the two of them would ever know. Teflon ran her tongue down the spine of Treacherous’s rock-hard shaft. The volume of his low moan increased at the feeling. She then took him back into her mouth, then out and licked her way down, reaching his nut sack. That was all he could bear. Treacherous pulled back and pushed Teflon’s head off him. Teflon shot him a devilish grin. She could tell by the way his body slightly quivered that his sack was sensitive.
Teflon backed herself up onto the bed and parted her legs. “Come here,” she called out to him, childlike with a devilish grin plastered across her face as she extended her hands out. Treacherous leaned in to her embrace. He now had a clear view of Teflon’s neatly shaven tunnel and her smooth inner thighs. For the first time, he noticed Teflon had a tribal tattoo on her waistline, which seemed to wrap around. This was something Teflon had never shared with him. Having a few himself, the ink work on her turned Treacherous on. He placed one hand around his dick. This was the hardest it had ever felt to him, he thought. It was throbbing from the treatment it had just received from Teflon.
She also reached out to Treacherous’s manhood with one hand while touching herself with the other. She was on fire. Her love cave felt as if it were a volcano, dripping with lava. Teflon grabbed hold of Treacherous. At that moment all she wanted was to feel him inside of her. Only he and he alone could cool her cave with his hose. “Come here,” she repeated. But Treacherous resisted. Instead, he reached out and pulled her toward him. Treacherous placed a light kiss on Teflon’s forehead, then a hard one to her lips. Teflon accepted the k
iss as it turned into a passionate one. The kiss seemed to last hours. It was Treacherous who broke the lip lock. Treacherous was now standing at the edge of the bed. He grabbed hold of Teflon’s wife beater and lifted it over her head as she raised her arms. Teflon’s vanilla-toned 36Cs bounced out of the wife beater. Treacherous cupped them both and put them together. He kneeled and began to nurse Teflon’s pink left nipple, then did the same to the right. She moaned. Chills shot through her body as Treacherous’s warm tongue tickled her nipples.
Treacherous took Teflon’s left breast into his mouth. While he squeezed her right mound with his left hand and sucked the juice out it, he massaged Teflon’s love cave with the other. Treacherous felt her wetness. She was dripping of her own sex. Her juices had overflowed onto Treacherous’s hand. He could feel Teflon’s hips rotating and grinding into his fingers. He heard her mumble through her moans but couldn’t make it out over the sounds of the music dominating the air. Treacherous continued to travel downward, licking every inch and crevice of Teflon’s body.
“Oooh,” Teflon sighed, arching her back as Treacherous toyed with her navel with his tongue. Chills continued to jolt through her entire body from his touch. She had never been so turned on in her life. Treacherous made his way between Teflon’s inner thighs, planting kisses and gentle bites between them. Never being between a woman’s thighs before, Treacherous had no clue as to what he was doing, but he knew he wanted to reciprocate the love she had shown him.
Each time Treacherous pressed his teeth into Teflon’s skin, she flinched. No one had ever gone down on her before, so she was sure that he was doing it right—because it was Treacherous, it felt right. She shifted her hips as she moaned from the pleasure the bites bought to her body. She began to enjoy the way he dug into her flesh with his mouth. It was more sensual than painful. Treacherous tried his best to please Teflon. Her scent drew him in and made him want to taste her. She had a natural scent, he thought. As the side of his face continued to brush up against and rest on Teflon’s sex, he was ready to explore her in that way with his mouth. At age eighteen he was inexperienced sexually and knew nothing about oral sex. He knew that Teflon’s body was responsive to him as his was to her, so the last thing he wanted was to dampen the mood by not being able to completely satisfy the woman he loved in the bedroom. But he knew the timing was right and it was now or never. Treacherous slowly turned his head to meet Teflon’s sex. Her natural sweet-smelling fragrance between her legs as he was now full faced with her sex. He placed his mouth just below where Teflon should have possessed a patch of hair. He gently bit into her clit. “No,” he heard her moan with her hands locked on the sides of his head. Teflon had been so caught up in Treacherous’s lips and tongue on her body she hadn’t noticed he had made his way to her pussy.
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