BOMAW 4-6

by Mercedes Keyes

  "I wanna know why you're crying." Jake told her and he did, he was scared it was something he did to make her cry. Maybe what he'd done to her in the club. Her reaction wasn't what he was use to from women. Drinking as he had, usually a beer drinker, he was afraid he'd said too much, done the wrong thing and hurt her, he wasn't turning loose until he found out and fixed it. He never stopped to question why her being so upset bothered him. She wasn't the first to cry because of him, but she was the first to make his chest and stomach hurt by doing it.

  "Don't worry about why - why I'm cry - crying. Now stop pull - pulling on me." She pleaded and informing him through clenched teeth she hissed low for his ears only, "I - I got no underwear on - on - now stop - pulling on me." She finished, shifting her bottom trying to pull her coat and dress down to keep herself covered.

  "Come talk to me then... and I'll stop pulling on you." Jake asked gently, he was floating between being still loose from his drinks and a dull sober.

  "You're drunk Jake, just leave me alone and let me go home." She wiped at her face.

  "WILL YA'LL PLEASE COME OUT THAT VAN AND LOCK IT UP!!!" Sheila yelled growing tired of watching them from the porch. Jake turned and waved at the dark space inside the van where Vivian sat hiding from their view.

  "She's holding it up." He muttered. He resented being told that he was drunk. It wasn't like he was slurring and swaying, but he was buzzing. He was not of clear sober mind, and he knew better than to drink Gin, nothing went to his head quicker making him act without thinking. Reason he could not leave her be.

  Vivian finally grew tired of it and kicked her leg. "Let go of my leg... I'm gettin' out." She sniffed.

  Jake stepped back so she could climb free of the van.

  "LOCK THAT VAN!!!"

  "I KNOW!" He yelled back shaking his head at Sheila.

  Vivian had led the way with quick steps to the side entry vestibule that lead into the basement. Jake sauntered over on long legs and leather rawhide 2 inch heel cowboy boots, as if he needed any help with his height. He was squinting trying to see the keys and make out which one would go where, there were four keys to unlock four locks. "God'ah'mighty..." He scratched his head.

  "Give'em here!" Vivian snapped, taking the keys from him. He obviously wasn't use to many locks. She on the other hand was, having grown up on the rough side of Chicago until her parents could afford a better home and moved them all into a nicer neighborhood.

  While she went through each key for the lock and slowly got them inside, Jake kept leaning towards her, deeply inhaling the scent of her. "Stop doing that!" She hissed. He couldn't help it. The scent of her was working like a heady aphrodisiac. He was growing erect and hated it, but right then there wasn't much he could do about it. He knew once she saw that, she'd no doubt be even angrier, he sighed and followed her into the basement apartment. The Gin was taking away any control he had over his body, or his mind for that matter.

  That had been twenty minutes ago.

  "How much longer we gone give them?" Sheila asked, not looking at Dennis.

  "Ten or fifteen more minutes ain't gone hurt."

  "Have you forgotten you got to be at work in the morning?!" Sheila reminded him.

  "I'm the head nigga in charge there... I'll get there when I get there."

  That little time Dennis gracefully gave wasn't going to help either. Jake didn't know what to do to fix it. He'd asked her twice to let them go and he would take her home. She refused. Part of him was starting to get angry with even wanting to try with her. By the time he'd gotten out what the problem was, there time was running out, the jest of it was, that she'd said he'd made her feel like a whore, had just about called her one.

  "I did not call you a whore!" Jake defended himself.

  "You might as well have, you came close enough! Then sit your ass out in that van just grinning away because obviously everyone agrees!"

  "SO THAT'S MY FUCKIN' FAULT!? I DIDN'T DRESS YOU IN THAT GODDAMN GET UP!?"

  "Yell at me again, discussion will be over and I'll be out of here! I don't know what the hell I'm doing down here anyway! Everything is a goddamn joke to you Jake! Everything is funny! The world of women are set out for your amusement, for your entertainment! You don't give a damn about anybody! YOU NEVER HAVE, YOU NEVER WILL!!! AND I JUST WANT YOU TO LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!!!"

  "Ah - who's doin' all the yellin' now!"

  "AI-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-IH!" She screamed out in frustration.

  "Are you fuckin' nuts!? Don't be screamin' like that, people will think I'm down here beating on you!" Jake growled.

  "Do me a favor Jake, get out of my life... and stay out!"

  "Oh yeah... so you can dress up in your lil'mini's - an' find another sucker to wrap them thighs around, huh?!"

  "You - are such - an asshole! Obviously, you've formed an opinion of me, so what the hell is your problem? Why are you still bothering me? Is it because you haven't fucked me yet? That why you keep-..." Her words were cut off by Jake snatching her by the arms and pulling her up close to his face. He was strong as hell, that immediately came into Vivian's mind as she felt her heart skip a beat, to see him right in her face as he bit in warning. "Watch - your - fucking mouth! Understand me lil'girl."

  "Make up your mind Jake! Lil'girl - or - whore? Which one? Now let go of me." She panted, her temples were throbbing in her head. They were both breathing hard, their bodies warm from the close contact. He was holding her there, almost suspended off the floor, only the very tips of her booted toes brushed the carpet. Her shoulders were starting to ache, her arms were throbbing and he was staring at her. She could see he was battling with himself. He was not happy with her throwing the alternative labels he'd given her at him. He kept looking at her mouth, then back up to her eyes. Looking at her so close, with less than a couple of inches separating them, he knew of nothing so lovely as her skin. It's texture, it's color, the smoothness of it, and the fact that very little make-up was needed. He could see himself kissing every inch of her face. Jake felt himself throbbing strong. The scent of her was all up in his head. Knowing that right then, at that moment, she had no panties on and all he had to do was walk her against the back of the sofa down there, spread her thighs and plunge into the tight, dark depths to the hilt and screw her like mad, until she was out of his system for good. That was the mighty battle going on at the moment, not to follow through on it. For the first time ever, he wanted to make a woman take him, he wanted to pull himself free and watch the look on her face as he pushed every thick inch of himself within her. He remembered how tight she was around his fingers, so tight - he knew without a doubt, she would squeeze and suck the hell out of his cock. The thought made it pulse, swell. He could still taste her, he was throbbing, his nostrils were flared as his breathing grew deeper.

  "No Jake... I mean it this time. No. Whether you believe it or not, I'm not a whore. Not you or any other man is going to treat me like one. Now let me go." She pleaded the order. She could feel him shaking. His body was literally quaking from some kind of force within him. A war was being waged right before her eyes. He suddenly lowered his face to her, wanting to kiss her. Vivian turned her head away, her heart was really going now. She had to face the fact that if he wanted to, he could take her. She could scream to stop him but she knew, loving him as she did... she would not scream. Regardless of how it turned out, she would try to keep him off of her this time.

  "Just... one kiss... just... come on... one... just one... please ... come on lil'girl... just one." He pleaded breathless, trying to coax her to giving into him, right then, he never wanted anything more than to kiss her, to put his tongue in her mouth. His heart was pounding in his chest like a jack hammer.

  "No... I mean it Jake." She felt his warm breath on her neck, it was practically offered to him because her head was turned to keep him from kissing her. He stared at the column of her throat, wishing there was such a thing as vampires, were it so, he would be one, and there as he was, hungrily sucking the blood fro
m her. The erotic image was making him crazy, his mouth latched on to her neck and sucked hard, nipping with his teeth.

  "Jake - please... ow - stop... please." Vivian tried to struggle.

  He carried her to the sofa. "No Jake PLEASE! No!"

  He had her against it, she could feel him hard against her, her knees were clamped together tight with her ankles crossed. He would have to pry them apart. He was sucking so hard on her neck, as dark as she was, the proof would show.

  "You gonna rape me Jake. Am I such a whore to you as that?" She begged.

  He let her go and stepped back as if she had burst into flames. He turned with his hands up on his head, raking through his hair. His erection actually hurt as he stood trying to figure out what the hell was going on with him.

  Vivian had almost fallen over the back of the sofa onto the seat of it from him suddenly turning her loose. She stood once again adjusting her dress and coat. Her arms and hands felt icy cool from the blood rushing back into them. The room was filled with their breathing, especially Jake's as he inhaled deep and exhaled to get a grip on himself.

  "I think for all intents and purposes, we not uh - see or - talk to each other any more." Vivian forced herself to say.

  Jake turned and looked at her.

  "Oh - so it's all my fault huh?! I'm the one to blame! I'm the one that fucked it up - right?!" He blared not realizing his eyes were moist.

  "There is no - it - Jake. You and I - we've only been friends ... remember? And even with that, not very good ones. I can't deal with this, whatever it is. I've spent too much of my life struggling to prove myself. For some weird reason, I should give a damn what you think about me! Who are you!? That I should care how you see me. Yet, here I face a fact that your low estimation of me hurts like hell and it shouldn't."

  "Everybody has something to prove to somebody! Even I have to prove myself... why should you not!?" He asked angrily.

  "NOT TO YOU! What have you done for me - shown me - that I should have to prove myself to you!? That I should let how you see me, wreck me?!"

  He stood flexing his jaw staring at her, unable to make a response, he dare not - he refused to face where it would lead him.

  Vivian shook her head at him. "You know what your problem is - you're a great big chicken Jake! You were almost cheering that I some how, as far as you're concerned, lowered myself. Now that releases you, you're free to treat me like crap as you've done all the others! Go back now and tell your mother, "Mom... that Vivian, just another whore, I did-..."

  "Why do you keep saying that?!" Jake bit out.

  "Don't worry about it Jake."

  "Tell me how the hell did we get to this? This is why I don't get seriously involved! Too complicated! Too much stress! Too much thinking! Trying to understand! I don't have time for all this! Before you came along, my life was free and easy! No complicated bullshit! Now, I don't know if I'm coming or going! Trying to please everybody, like I got something to prove, well I don't!"

  "Well said Jake. If you do have anything to prove, it's only to your family! That's all you care about maybe proving yourself to anyway and right you should! Because I can tell you now, they've probably put up with some serious shit from you! So you do owe them something - for all their hard work! But me - I owe you nothing! You owe me nothing, with nothing to prove. I know exactly what you're saying! Here I am being a complete idiot spinning like crazy trying to make you believe in me and what I am. As if you ever really gave a damn... so hang on to your much needed estimation of me the whore."

  "IF YOU SAY THAT WORD ONE MORE TIME!!! STOP ACCUSING ME OF CALLING YOU THAT!!"

  "But you treated me like one."

  "Hang on here... if I'm not mistaken, you liked it!" He grit out walking up to her, glaring down into her face. "Deny it all you want, but you wanted what I did to you."

  "I won't deny it. The problem is, you think any man would do, that I would have liked it no matter who. You think you just beat someone else to the punch, and it's that, that hurts so much, because nothing could be further from the truth. In that Jake, you're wrong. And right now, I don't care if you believe it or not. Because I know that it was you... that made me respond how I did... not what you were doing to me, but - that it was YOU who was doing it. That's why I won't deny it, and I can't."

  Jake gulped feeling a bit shaky and scared, he reached for her and she stepped away from him.

  "No... no more of this. Let's leave it alone. Leave me alone Jake. You don't want me. This has all been just a game to you. Something to break up the boredom. You're getting a little thrill - but that will soon fade. I don't need what you're offering me. I don't need it. I don't want it. And... I told you once, all or nothing - remember? Well, forget that. Starting tonight, from you - I want nothing."

  * * *

  Meribel lay with her back to her husband, he was stroking her hair. They'd just finished making love. All of twenty minutes. She lay there supposing she should be happy with that considering how long it had been since they last made love. Yet, the act had been as if they'd never taken a break from it. She loved Derrick with all her might, but a good lover, he was not. She knew she should feel ashamed for feeling and thinking what she was at that moment. Which was, how she wished he had Armundo's skill in bed, while Armundo may not have been as heavily endowed, he was sufficient and whatever he'd lacked there, he made up for with the way he loved a woman. She'd trade Derricks size for Armundo's skill any day. She didn't want Armundo, but she hadn't felt quite the same satisfaction he gave her, a thrill, excitement, electrifying - that's what it was like to have been with him. Problem was, when you rose from the bed, it was back to reality and dealing with a complete Jerk. That was not the case with her husband. He always treated her with tender affection and care. Always respectful and tonight, he'd made many promises about the things that would be changing at home.

  "Hey... you - you okay?" He asked hesitantly.

  Meribel smiled and looked back at him, "Sure I am."

  "Why are you so quiet? I thought this is what you wanted? I haven't meant to neglect you. It's just that I have so much on my plate, time rushes by and before I knew it, a year has come and gone and I can't recall what I did during it." He attempted to explain.

  "I just want you to remember there's more to your life than that football team. They've come before your family."

  "No they haven't." Derrick denied.

  "Yes honey, they have. You're giving all of this mentoring and encouragement to other people's sons and yet, what about your own? Especially Shawn2 - he needs you now more than ever."

  "I know, I've gotten to know him a bit in your absence, he tried to get out of his punishment. He doesn't listen too well when you tell him what to do, he argues back, I ended up threatening him, and then finally I had to resort to drastic measures."

  "You kick his ass?" Meribel asked.

  "Of course not, I took his t.v. and his Playstation2."

  "Oh that's showin' him Derrick." Meribel turned back and sighed. "He's probably got it back in his room now. He needs a strong hand on him Derrick, the boy needs to learn a dose of balanced fear. Not abuse, but strong consequences for his actions, and me yelling at him all the time is not helping. You need to be involved more and support my decision and enforce some type of corporal punishment that he fears getting."

  Derrick sighed laying his head on his folded arm. He'd brought his wife to a nice hotel that offered dinner and dancing. Which they'd done. Getting a room, he thought that would be nice, and as always, he found pleasure in loving her. Yet, something was lacking. He knew there was. He turned to look at her back.

  "Meri... can I ask you something?" He asked, the question came out nervous, she could tell.

  "Sure... what?"

  "You still love me don't you? You haven't met anyone else have you?"

  Meribel leaned up and turned in the bed to face him. "What? How could you ask me that? You know I love you! And as for someone else - when would I have had time to meet
another man? I have the man I want."

  "Then what is it? Tell me." He asked.

  She leaned over him staring through the soft dark night at him. How could she tell him that sometimes she reached a climax and sometimes she didn't. Due basically to his lack of skill in bed. She thought about what she'd shared with Sylvia, how excited she had been with his size. What she hadn't said, and was too ashamed to admit, was that because of his size, she seldom reached a climax. He was a bit too big for her to get what she needed, and she was too sensitive about what he'd think if she told him. She didn't want to hurt his feelings. He thought he was doing everything right. Now and then she'd directed him on how to stimulate her, but the few times had been awkward and a bit strained between them. She wondered if they needed sex therapy.

  "You gonna tell me?" He asked.

  "Honey, I've just been so tired. Worn out with the kids. Feeling ignored by you. Dealing with Shawn2 and then Sasha... I just needed a break. Right now, I'm just worried I'll end up going back and everything will return to the way it was."

  "It won't... you have my word on that. I'll do whatever it takes to make things right for you... I promise you that. Just give us a little time okay?"

  "Derrick you make it sound as if you're on trial or something, like I'm going to leave you. Its not that bad, I'll be fine... really I will."

  She went to turn back over, "Don't turn from me tonight. Come lay on my chest, like you use to." He asked.

  Meribel turned back and laid her head on his chest.

  "I love you." He said.

  "I love you too." She returned.

  Long after he dozed off to sleep, she lay knowing some things might change for the better, but others, would remain the same.

  When they pulled up in front of the Embassy hotel, Sylvia knew. "Oh Shawn, I can't believe it."

  "Our first time together was here. Now, our first time as husband and wife will be as well."

  "What about... you know, you said we'd talk first."