Love Thy Neighbor

by Bobbie Sue Ellison

  I roll onto my back and spread my legs and someone enters me. It feels so good that I don’t care who it is, I am enjoying it too much.

  But just as I am about to climax he pulls out and the other man takes his place and slides into me. That also feels wonderful and I am enjoying him too.

  But I don’t climax, why not?

  He pulls out and rolls me onto my knees. While one man fucks me from behind the other positions himself in front of me so I can take his cock in my mouth.

  My first time with two men and I am in heaven. I’m sucking one man while being fucked by another, how wonderful, and both are men that I love.

  But I still don’t climax nor do I feel that I’m close, I just let them use me and I’m thoroughly enjoying it!

  Without any of us uttering a word they take turns moving me into several different positions and putting their cocks in my mouth and pussy.

  It’s wonderful and just as I’m hoping that we can go on forever I wake up.

  I reach over and touch Brad on my left. He is sleeping soundly and I reach to my right expecting to find Ethan but of course he’s not there.

  What a dream but what does it mean?

  I’m so confused…

  Am I still alone?

  * * *

  My touch must have woken Brad because I feel his hand on my leg searching for my pussy. I am still excited from my dream and I spread my legs to welcome him. He gently massages my pussy and then slides his finger in me. He is surprised to find me already wet but he instantly takes advantage and moves on me to slide his cock in me.

  The sensations from my dream return but this time for real and I pull him down to me and kiss him passionately.

  Awakening him must have really excited him as he soon comes, surprising me. He realizes that I haven’t climaxed yet so he keeps up his motion until I climax. I do, bucking and screaming and we collapse.

  “Better than an alarm clock,” he laughingly observes and we both laugh.

  We fall back asleep, lying contentedly in each other’s arms.

  * * *

  It’s Saturday and after a quick love making session I make us breakfast and Brad dresses for work. They are busy preparing a bid for a new project and there is much work to do.

  “I may be back in time for lunch,” he says as he kisses me goodbye. A passionate kiss and he almost changes his mind about going to work.

  I busy myself with my usual Saturday chores and nearly miss Janice’s usual Saturday call.

  “Don’t forget tonight,” she reminds me, “Usual time, right?”

  I assure her that I have not forgotten and will be there on time and we hang up.

  * * *

  Brad doesn’t return until mid-afternoon and by then I have completed all my chores and gone food shopping. He finds me busily laying out my attire for tonight and getting ready for my ritual bath.

  “Can I go with you,” he asks and I wonder if he’s serious.

  What a shock that would be to my Coven. I can imagine the looks on their faces if I got out of the Uber with a handsome white man on my arm.

  “Hi girls,” I announce, “this is Brad my honky boyfriend, he and I have been fucking like rabbits for a few weeks now. Shall we go on in?”

  They would probably turn white in shock.

  No, I have to be more subtle than that but how?

  I finish my bath, fix my hair and put on my makeup. I barely manage to avoid being dragged into bed by Brad – oh but I wanted to – but I don’t dare risk antagonizing the Coven by being late or even worse not showing up.

  The Uber arrives and I kiss Brad goodbye – carefully to avoid being dragged into bed – get in and we drive off. As we drive I carefully check my hair and makeup in my mirror to make sure there are no telltale traces of Brad.

  We arrive on schedule and after the customary greetings we enter and find a table. Near the dance floor of course, in full view of the bar.

  Chapter Thirteen

  The usual crowd filters in and the barstools begin to fill up. I see a few familiar faces and we nod and smile at each other. Some of the men misinterpret my smile as an invitation and start to approach but when I look away they get the message and retreat.

  We are there for about 30 minutes when there is a hush in the noise. There is no music, the DJ hasn’t started yet but there is a background noise of conversation and glasses clinking. All heads swivel to detect the reason for the conversations to stop and soon find the reason. A black man has entered with a beautiful – no gorgeous – white woman on his arm.

  I quickly look at the faces of my Coven, hoping to get their reactions. I am not disappointed.

  Gloria is absolutely shocked. Her mouth is open and her eyes wide. She is speechless and for her that’s unusual. April is unreadable, she has a poker face. Janice is smiling.

  “Look at that tramp,” Gloria is finally able to say, “what’s he doing bringing her in here?”

  “Why shouldn’t he,” April chimes in, “is she too good for us?”

  “Hmmp,” Gloria responds, “more like we’re too good for her.”

  “I don’t know,” Janice says, “why shouldn’t he bring her here?”

  Sensing my chance I jump in, “What about a white man and a black woman?”

  “I’d say that she has good taste,” Gloria says and April nods her head in agreement.

  “If they really care for each other why not?” Janice asks and that ends the conversation.

  Do I have my answer?

  I’m so confused…

  But I don’t think that I’m alone anymore…

  * * *

  The DJ begins to play and I am asked to dance. To refuse would annoy the Coven. They are my friends – at least for now – and I don’t want to hurt their feelings. I actually like to dance, some of the men are quite good and I actually enjoy myself. I try to picture dancing with Brad but I have no idea if he even likes to dance. One more thing to find out.

  As I dance I watch the white woman. They get up to dance but clearly she isn’t very good and not enjoying herself so after a couple of dances they go back to their table. The way they look at each other tells me that this isn’t their first date and they are obviously very fond of each other.

  Is that the way that Brad and I look at each other?

  I hope so.

  The music ends and before the DJ can start another tune I thank my current dance partner and return to our table.

  Gloria and April are unhappy with the interracial couple so we decide to make it an early night. We exchange embraces outside the club and Janice and I get in her car to drive me home.

  Janice is usually very talkative on the drive home, discussing the various men I met but tonight she is quiet.

  “I saw the way you were watching that couple,” she says suddenly, and after a long pause looks over at me, “is there anything you want to tell me?”

  I’m quiet for a long time as I think about what I want to say. Janice is my oldest and dearest friend. We have been through some tough times together and her friendship means everything to me. I could no more lie to her or deceive her than I could tear out my heart.

  “I have a white boyfriend,” I confess and wait for the tirade that will surely follow.

  She is paying attention to the road so I can’t really see her face but I see the muscles in her cheeks tighten as she purses her lips.

  “Do you care for him?”

  “I think that I love him,” I answer sheepishly.

  “What about him, does he care for you?”

  “I think so,” I answer mostly in a whisper.

  “You think so. Are you sleeping together?”

  “Yes,” again a whisper.

  “Girl, you better be damn sure,” she says and ends the conversation.

  We drive the rest of the way in silence. As she pulls up to the apartment building she shuts off the car and turns to face me.

  “I won’t ask you about him –not yet anyway – but you�
�ve been through a bad marriage with a real bum. You’re a smart girl, do you know what you’re getting into?”

  “Yes, I do. He’s a really nice guy. An army veteran who has been wounded in combat as is now out of the army. He treats me well and I really love him.”

  “You sure?”

  “Yes I am.”

  “Then come here.”

  Janice pulls me across the car and takes me in her arms for a hug.

  “If that’s what you want I’m in your corner, you know that right?”

  Relief washes over me like water over a dam and I begin to cry. Janice sobs to o and we just sit there in a tight embrace and sob our eyes out.

  “What about Gloria and April, how will they feel?”

  “I’ll handle them, don’t worry.”

  More tears come. I was so afraid that I would have to choose between my best friends and Brad, the concept terrified me.

  “I have to go,” Janice says as she finally releases me, “God girl, you’re a mess,” she says referring to my totally destroyed makeup.

  “Yours too,” I point out and we both laugh.

  One final hug and I get out. On wobbly legs I manage to get to the building and go in. My hand is shaking so badly that I can barely get my key in the lock but as I do the door opens and Brad is standing there.

  “You look terrible,” he says when he sees my makeup, “what happened?”

  “Nothing,” I say laughing, “everything is fine.”

  I lead him to the couch and we sit. I tell him everything, about the interracial couple in the club, April and Gloria’s reactions and the drive home with Janice and her acceptance of a white man in my life.

  And I begin to cry again, uncontrollably. He holds me close and gently picks me up and carries me to the bedroom. We lie on the bed just holding each other and fall asleep, fully clothed, in each other’s arms.

  * * *

  In the morning – Sunday morning – I wake to find that during the night Brad has removed my shoes and my jewelry and covered me with a blanket. He’s not in bed with me and I hear him busy in the kitchen.

  Wonderful, thoughtful man.

  I’m not confused anymore…

  I’m not alone anymore..

  I stagger out of bed and join him.

  “Breakfast in twenty minutes,” he announces smiling, “just enough time to get out of your party clothes.

  I run into the bedroom and strip off all my clothes from last night, wash the rest of the makeup off my face, slip into a robe and rejoin him.

  Just in time too as he is putting a plate of eggs benedict on the table next to a freshly poured cup of coffee. He holds the chair for me and I sit.

  “I don’t cook very much but what I do cook I cook well. There’s no better breakfast than eggs benedict, don’t you agree?”

  I really don’t agree, pancakes are my favorite, but I am not going to argue with a wonderful man who makes me breakfast so I just smile and nod my head.

  I can’t believe how hungry I am and quickly devour two of them. And they are delicious. I insist on helping him clean up and he graciously accepts my offer.

  After breakfast we return to the bedroom where we do what we did not do last night.

  It was wonderful!

  * * *

  We spend the rest of Sunday morning cuddling on the couch. I am happy, gloriously happy. I have my friends, I have a good job, and most importantly I have my man, my wonderful, caring, thoughtful man. What else could I possibly want?

  Actually I want lunch. Sex has always given me an appetite and I’m starving.

  “What do you want for lunch,” I ask.

  “How about we go out, we haven’t done that.”

  I like the idea of being seen with Brad – I don’t care that he’s white and I’m black – so we get dressed and go out to his car.

  I’ve never been in his car and honestly I like mine better. But off we go to a little restaurant that he knows. On the way he points out the building where he works.

  “We have three floors,” he explains, “my office is on the first floor with all the peons.”

  “My office is only about two miles away.”

  “Great, we could meet for lunch and have a nooner,” he says as he grabs my thigh.

  “I only get an hour and they’re pretty strict so I usually just get something from the cafeteria and eat at my desk.”

  “Too bad,” he says but keeps his hand on my leg.

  We drive to his favorite lunch-time restaurant near his office but discover that it’s closed on Sunday. We’re both very hungry so we settle for McDonald’s. I haven’t had a Big Mac in years and I eat two of them and we share a large fries. He takes me to a park and we walk, hand in hand, saying little, just enjoying each other’s company.

  * * *

  Dinner is in his apartment and we feast on left over ravioli and wine. We clean up together and for desert we cuddle on the couch. The cuddling soon leads to losing our clothes and we retreat to the bedroom. A protracted love session follows and we fall asleep, arm and legs entangled.

  I am no longer confused…

  I am no longer alone…

  Chapter Fourteen

  Monday morning and another week begins.

  We are settling into a sort-of routine. We alternate our sleeping and eating locations completely at random but usually wind up sleeping in whatever apartment where we have dinner. In the morning whichever one of us is the ‘guest’ has to run to his or her apartment to get ready for work. A bit chaotic but it’s actually fun!

  * * *

  My friends at work have noticed a change in me and correctly assume that I’m ‘seeing’ someone. I confirm their suspicions without revealing any details. They prod me incessantly but I remain quiet. They are frustrated but happy for me.

  And I’m happy for me too!!!

  * * *

  I speak on the phone with Janice. She has given the news to the coven and as expected Gloria and April were shocked and not happy. But our friendship is strong and Janice gives me the good news that all is well.

  Since there is no further need for us to go to the club we plan a nice dinner together this coming Saturday. I am so looking forward to it. I was terrified that my friends would desert me.

  Brad is not invited. Yet.

  I am really no longer alone…

  Janice does tell me that she told her husband about me. Maurice wants to invite us to a cookout.

  * * *

  Friday is a slow day at work and my friends want to take me out to lunch. I realize that they were actually worried about me after my divorce and am grateful for their concern so I agree. One of them makes luncheon reservations and off we go. It turns out that she has made reservations at the same restaurant that Brad wanted to take me to on Sunday.

  It’s basically a businessman’s lunch place. The tables are widely spaced and separated by dividers holding plants to allow for private conversations. When we arrive about half the tables are occupied mostly by two or three men all deep in conversation. There are six of us so the hostess quickly pushes two tables together and we sit to begin studying menus.

  We decide on drinks and lunch and after giving our orders to the waiter we sit back to chat. I noticed when we came in that there were few women here, almost all men. As we talk I look around and see a striking blonde woman rise from a table and walk to the restrooms. She is dressed very casually, her tight jeans a knit blouse not fitting in. Curious, I wait for her to return to her table and when she does I crane my neck to watch her sit.

  She’s with Brad!

  At least I think that it’s Brad. I can’t see them clearly because of the plants between us. I shift my chair to get a better view.

  It is Brad and they’re holding hands across the table.

  What’s going on?

  I’m so confused…

  Am I alone again?

  Our food arrives and we begin to eat. Suddenly I have no appetite but I force myself to eat so my c
ompanions don’t see my discomfort. I can’t just stare at them but I can surreptiously watch them. Their heads are together over the table and they are still holding hands. Their conversation is intense and intimate as they stare into each other’s eyes.

  What is going on?

  I see Brad call for the check. It arrives and he gives the waiter his credit card. He signs the charge slip and they leave, Brad’s arm around her waist. I desperately want to follow but I know that I can’t.

  I have a sudden urge to use the ladies room and muttering my excuse I rise and walk there. When I enter I feel faint and just stand there leaning against the counter. I splash water on my face and manage to recover. I rejoin my companions and force myself to smile and finish my lunch.

  I’m so confused…

  * * *

  The afternoon is a blur. I mechanically do my job but I have the same feelings that I had when I found out that Ethan was cheating.

  I’m nearly in tears.

  Not again, please…

  * * *

  The day ends and I drive home. Brad’s car is not here. I park and run into my apartment.

  What should I say? How should I act? Do I pretend that I didn’t see him? Or her? Or them holding hands? Or his arm around her waist?

  Am I sure that it was Brad?

  Yes I’m sure…

  Where did they go when they left?

  Why do I care?

  But I do, I really do.

  I’m so confused… again.

  And I feel alone… again.

  I collapse on my bed in tears.

  * * *

  I hear a knock on my door. It’s Brad, we haven’t exchanged keys yet.

  I roll of the bed and run into the bathroom and wash the tears off my face.

  “Coming,” I call out and forcing a smile on my face go to open the door.

  I pause for a second and open the door. Brad comes in and takes me in his arms for a passionate kiss. I return it but my heart isn’t in it, I keep seeing him with the other woman.

  Does he notice?