DUBIOUS

by McKinney, Tina Brooks

  “Hey sexy Mamma,” he said as he walked through my front door.

  “Hi yourself, Handsome.”

  We kissed passionately.

  He pushed me back from him. “Girl, if you keep that up, we won’t make it out of this house.”

  “Okay, I’ll be good. How was your workout?”

  “I worked out harder last night then I did today at the gym.” He made me blush. He kissed my cheek. “You ready?”

  “Yeah, just let me grab my purse.” I turned on the alarm then we left the house. I always liked road trips, especially if I wasn’t the one driving. As usual, I had a novel in my purse to read while he drove. At first I didn’t want to pull it out because I didn’t want to appear rude, but he saw it peaking out my bag and invited me to go ahead and read.

  “You sure?”

  “I don’t say anything that I don’t mean. Don’t you know that about me yet?”

  “I’m beginning to see that.”

  “What are you reading?”

  “Eva, The First Lady of Sin. It’s by a new author by the name of Storm. So far it’s real good. This is one freaky chick.”

  “Freaky, huh? You going to read it to me?”

  “Not while you’re driving. You might wind up running into the back of a truck. This girl is hot.”

  “When we get back to your house, you’re going to have to read me a page or two. Might give us some new ideas.”

  “You do well enough without suggestions from anyone.” I flipped the book open.

  “There’s always room for improvement.”

  “Damn, you be trying to kill a sista. It’s bad enough I had to sleep he entire day just to recoup from one night with you.”

  “I’ll go easy on you the next time.”

  “You better not. You started this and by God you’re going to finish it the same way you began.”

  “I ain’t got no problem with that. Now read your book before I really do run into something.” He placed his hand on my thigh, but he didn’t move it around, so I was able to concentrate on the book.

  I started to tease him by squeezing his dick; but, again, I was thinking about our safety. I was glad I didn’t wear what I had originally planned to wear. I was going to wear a short skirt with a thong that would allow him plenty of access to my pussy as he drove. But that would have led to a hotel stay or a roadside stop to satisfy our hunger.

  The drive for him was effortless. He was such a relaxed driver I felt completely comfortable, which is unusual for me. Normally, I was on the passenger side applying my imaginary brake every time I thought someone was getting too close to a car.

  “Let me know when you want to make a stop or if you get hungry ’cause once I get to driving, I tend to forget things like that.”

  “I won’t let you forget.”

  “I believe that. I just can’t figure out why it took me so long to find you. Lord knows I’ve been looking.”

  “Everything happens for a reason. There is a right time for everything. Maybe if you’d had met me earlier, you might not have been ready for me or vice versa. Maybe we had to go through what we went through to get where we need to be.”

  He nodded. “Good point.”

  * * *

  We stopped for a late lunch and arrived at the aquarium right around feeding time. This was so exciting to me. Just seeing the beautiful fish was breathtaking. I wanted to stop at each and every tank, but we were a part of a tour and had to keep up with our group if we wanted to see everything and still get back on the road before dark truly settled in.

  I stopped Sherman by pulling on his belt loop and gave him a big kiss. “Thank you, this was very special to me.”

  “You're welcome, baby. I’m happy just being with you.”

  * * *

  The ride home seemed like it took less time than it had taken to get there. We talked about everything. Some of his past relationships and what had went wrong; and, of course, my marriage. At the mention of my marriage, I began to feel uncomfortable because it brought back memories of the tape waiting in the VCR. I felt as if I could share anything with Sherman, but that was not going to be one of those things. It was after nine at night when we made it back to Atlanta.

  He said, “So do you want to come back to my house or do you want to go to your house?”

  “You gonna cook breakfast for me again?” I licked my lips in anticipation.

  “If you want me to I will.”

  “Then let’s do your house.” I really wanted to go to his house because of that damn tape even though curiosity was killing me about the rest of its contents. I had packed a small bag with my personal items and brought my scarf to wrap my hair because I wasn’t about to go back to the hairdresser in the morning. “If I stay the night, I’m going to have to wrap up my hair. I can’t have a repeat of the night before. My hairdresser will kill me.”

  “No problem. You can be yourself around me. I don’t want you to change a thing, ’cause everything I’ve seen so far, I like.”

  That was the biggest compliment that anyone had ever paid to me. I was humbled by it. It almost brought me to tears. Sherman was really a special man; however, in the back of my mind, something my mother always said rang out: if it sounds too good to be true, it usually is. I tried to erase that thought from my mind, but my gut told me to keep it near my heart just in case I needed it.

  The other reason for going to his house was to find out just how popular he was. While I was there, if he unplugged his phone or didn’t answer it, I would know he had something to hide. If he talked freely, then that meant he was being straight up and honest. I wouldn’t flip out if a woman called him anyway. I knew he wasn’t a monk before he had met me, but I would expect him to tell the caller that he had company.

  This brought other questions to my mind: What exactly was I to him? Were we an item? Was I his girlfriend? Was it too soon to ask? Damn, why the hell did I have to start thinking about this shit anyway?

  “There you go again, you’re off in another time zone,” he said.

  “No I’m not. My mind was just wandering that’s all.”

  “Was I in your thoughts?”

  I smiled. “How did you know? Were you peeking?”

  “Good answer. Do you want to get some ice cream before we turn in?”

  “No, I’m good unless you want some.”

  “Naw, the only thing I want to eat is you.” He licked his lips as if he was imagining tasting me.

  “Ooh then I suggest you put the pedal to the metal.” I pretended to try to put my foot on the accelerator, but I was just playing. I didn’t fool around with folks while they were driving.

  He said, “Don’t let your mouth write a check your behind can’t cash.”

  “Oh I got the cash, you can believe that.”

  When we arrived at his house, I immediately took a shower and changed into a see-through teddy with some satin pumps. I threw on his bathrobe to hide my ensemble. He took a shower right after me. We could have taken one together, but that would have ruined my surprise for him.

  I was lying under the covers when he got out of the shower. I pretended to be asleep, but I was sure he knew differently. He turned on some Brian McKnight, dimmed the lights and slipped under the covers with me.

  “Don’t play, woman, you’ve been teasing me with that tight ass all day.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry. I must have dozed off.”

  “Yeah right.” He took me into his arms and kissed me. I sighed.

  “What’s the matter?” He pulled back and studied me.

  “Nothing. I just can’t believe how fast this is happening. You know this is the longest amount of time I’ve spent not working in over ten years. I had no life other than my work.”

  “I know what you mean. Come Monday we will have to learn some balance, but I’m going to enjoy the rest of this night with you and as much of your Sunday as you will allow me to have.”

  “Boy, that’s going to be an adjustment. I’ll have to b
e home at least by two so I can see what’s on my calendar for Monday and pretend to do a little prep work. If last night was any indication of the workout we’re about to have, I’ll spend most of the afternoon napping.”

  “I hear you. But, Felicia, it’s not all about sex with me. I’m content to just snuggle next to you. That’s how much you mean to me. If you prefer to do that, I’m good with that.”

  “Let’s not get stupid. We’ll just be some tired asses. Wait, I’m going to get a glass of water.” I got up out of the bed as if I were fully clothed.

  “God damn, girl, turn around and let me look at you. Were you wearing this all day?”

  “No, silly. I had it in my bag. Do you like it?” I posed for him.

  “I love it. Hurry up and get your water and bring your fine ass back here.”

  “I wasn’t getting water, silly. I just wanted to model for you.”

  “Then model. Strut you stuff for me and show me what you working with.”

  I slowly spun around for him so he could see me at all angles. I bent over and touched my toes, wiggling my ass in front of him but just out of his reach. Standing slowly, I dropped it like it was hot. I inserted my finger into the crotchless teddy. My finger dripped with pussy juice, and I gave it to him to suck.

  He grabbed me by the arms and flipped me on the bed. “Didn’t I warn you before about trying to tease me?” His dick stood up.

  Once again, I was taken back by his size. When God was giving out the dick, Sherman stood in line twice. His dick was just pretty—no other words to describe it. The things he did with his dick, uhn-uhn-uhn! I believed he could do pushups with his dick. That’s how hard it was.

  “You need to take this off before I rip it off.” He touched my thong.

  “Take it off yourself.”

  “See, I asked you nicely.” He ripped my outfit straight down the middle.

  I was surprised, but he did what I had asked him to do.

  He said, “I guess I’ll just have to replace it the next time we go shopping.”

  “And I guess the next time you tell me to undress, I will listen to you.”

  He threw both my legs over his left shoulder and entered me roughly. He wasn’t trying to hurt me, he was trying to relieve some of the pressure that had been building up inside of him. It was a pleasing pain that I was feeling. I felt each long stroke, every twist every turn.

  Suddenly, he pulled out and my eyes popped open. He picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as his dick plunged into me again. He walked me over to the wall and braced my back against it. He was giving it to me real good and I was giving it right back.

  “Damn, baby, you feel good. I’ve missed the hell out of you, and it’s only been one night. What are you doing to me?” he said, pushing deeper inside of me.

  “The same thing you are doing to me!”

  It was then we both remembered the condom.

  “Oh shit!” we exclaimed.

  He pulled out of me and set me on the bed. I was concerned, but not as panicked as I would have been if he had actually come inside me since I hadn’t been using birth control pills. He whipped on a condom and keep on stroking as if the interruption had never occurred.

  * * *

  Sherman tried to catch his breath. “That was crazy. I’ve never lost control like that before. But don’t worry, baby, I get regularly tested. I haven’t been with anyone since my last test six months ago.”

  “Well, you know that I’ve never been with anyone else but my husband. I don’t believe he cheated on me. In fact, we hadn’t had sex in two years prior to our divorce, so I’m pretty sure I’m clean. But to be on the safe side, both of us should get tested together.”

  “I don’t have a problem with that. You’re my lady and I’m your man. We both need to feel comfortable sexually.”

  “I guess I also need to get on birth control. There was no need before because I wasn’t having sex. Wait a second, did you just say you were my man?” I looked at him.

  “Yeah, what else would you call it? Boyfriend and girlfriend,” he said, laughing.

  “No, I just wasn’t sure what to call our relationship.”

  “Felicia, I didn’t have sex with you on a whim. I had sex with you because I wanted you in my life. Not for a day, baby. I want to see where this can go. I’m done playing the field. I want to settle down with one woman, and the woman I’ve chosen is you. Can you handle that?”

  “I can,” I nodded.

  “Good, now let’s get some sleep so we can wake up and do it again later.”

  I spooned up next to him with this goofy grin on my face, which I don’t think went away until long after sleep had claimed me. My last thought before drifting off to sleep was that his penis was still big even when it was flaccid. That was some shit to write home about.

  CHAPTER 30

  Randy

  I took the glass from Jamie and drank it all and held it out for a refill. He had the sense of mind to bring the whole damn bottle because he drank as quickly as I did. I was torn about what to do about this new turn of events.

  He sat down on the loveseat across from me; neither of us said a mumbling word. The only sound that could be heard was that of ice clinking together.

  I started speaking, “I can’t think about this anymore tonight. I just need to sleep off this booze. You sure I can sleep in the guest room?”

  “Sure. I promise not to bother you. You can lock the door if you like.”

  “I don’t think that will be necessary.” I got up from the sofa and went to the bathroom. From there I went to the guest bedroom and closed the door. I pulled back the covers, stripped to my underwear, and got in the bed. I was dizzy from the booze and the emotions. I was afraid that I would throw up from drinking so much so quickly. I looked around for a wastebasket just in case I had to upchuck. Thankfully, there was one right next to the nightstand.

  I had tried to lay still so the room would stop spinning. I was able to stop the room but my mind was out of control. I could hear Jamie in the kitchen cleaning up I assumed. How he was even able to function at all was a mystery to me ’cause I was a basket case.

  I saw the light go out under my door and heard him pass the room without even pausing. I held my breath until I was sure he was in his own room. I felt as vulnerable as a young woman protecting her virginity.

  I turned on the television hoping that something would lull me to sleep, but, as usual, nothing would. I could not understand that with the invention of cable and one hundred possible options, nothing on the television had caught my attention. I wonder if Jamie will still try to put in a good word for me with his dad since I turned down his sexual advances? How do I feel about him?

  I opened my eyes and realized I had drifted off to sleep. My dream had been highly erotic. My dick was so hard it hurt. I grabbed it trying to ease the pain but it was no use. I took off my underwear to give my dick more room. It formed a steeple under the sheet. I spit on my hand and worked it up and down my shaft trying to jack off, but I couldn’t decide on what to fantasize about so all I was doing was frustrating myself.

  The clock beside the bed read 3:07 am. I didn’t feel drunk, but I was horny as hell. I tossed and turned; but, because of my stiff dick, I had no choice but to either lay on my side or flat out on my back. My balls were tight and painful. They were also heavy and each turn of my body felt like I was lifting bricks and morter. The pain was so bad I started to cry. I hadn’t cried since I was twelve. I tried to stifle the sobs but the harder I tried, the more I cried.

  Jamie knocked on the door. “Randy, are you okay?”

  I could not answer him. I tried to gobble back the sobs but this caused my chest to hurt as bad as my balls. I continued to cry. Jamie came in. He had on a robe and the backlight of the bathroom reflected the concern on his face.

  “Are you sick?” he said.

  “No.”

  “Then what’s wrong?”

  “I don’t know.” Tears conti
nued to run out my eyes, but I had stopped sobbing.

  He sat by the side of the bed. He was holding a glass of water, which I gladly took from him. I was so thirsty. I was sure he could see the imprint of my dick under the sheet but there was nothing I could do about it. I finished the water and managed to thank him.

  “Anything you want to talk about?”

  I shook my head.

  He stood up to leave.

  “Wait.”

  He turned around to face me, a question written on his face.

  I looked into his eyes. “Could you just stay here with me for a while?”

  “Uh … sure.” He sat on the edge of the bed, but I could tell he was uncomfortable.

  I handed him the remote and he began flipping through channels. At this time of the morning, about the only thing that was on were pornos. That was the last thing I needed to see. Thankfully, he turned the television off ’cause if I heard one more moan or groan, I would likely have combusted. I gave him one of the pillows from under my head and invited him to lay down. He did so without question. His body was above the sheet and he was still wearing his slippers.

  “You shouldn’t be wearing slippers in bed,” I said.

  “My feet will get cold if I take them off.”

  “You can get under the covers.”

  He didn’t move for a moment.

  I thought he was about to bolt from the room. My dick was still hard. As long as he didn’t flip the covers back too far he wouldn’t see it sticking straight up.

  He got up and slid under the covers still wearing his robe, but the slippers were gone.

  I said, “you're going to burn up in that robe.”

  “I didn’t have time to throw on any clothes before I came in here.”

  Hell, the only thing I was wearing was a tee shirt so it would be safe to assume he slept in the buff just like I did. “Take it off before you burn up. I won’t look.”

  He took the robe off and threw it on the floor.

  I kept my eyes closed until he stopped moving around. “You still drunk?”