Lyfe Changing

by Desirae Williams

  2

  Time to play

  Derrick

  Trina damn near swerved into another car as we made the drive to Riverdale where I lived. I guess it was my fault being that while she was operating the vehicle, I was trying to operate her. I thought it would be fun to spice things up for once, so I slipped my fingers into her panties as we drove down the express way, she seemed to be handling it pretty well until I replaced my fingers with my tongue and that’s when all hell broke loose.…we almost caused three accidents. She pulled into the drive way mad as hell while I was cracking up laughing. “That’s not funny Derrick.” She scolded me while pulling her dress down. “We could have died.” I tried to calm down, I was laughing so hard my stomach was hurting. “Relax…at least you would have had a happy ending.” I continued to laugh while Trina looked at me cruelly.

  I shrugged her off. “Girl get in the house … go on now.” I ordered. She slowly stepped out of the car and I smacked her ass. “Hurry up.” I yelled playfully. “Don’t rush me!” She yelled. We made our way into my well-built house on the outskirts of New York City, four bedrooms, two baths and an outdoor pool. I bought this place when I started pulling in the big bucks, that’s when I knew I was coming up. Trina dropped the keys on the coffee table and I snuck up behind her. I kissed on her neck and she grinded her ass on my sack which was starting to harden. I turned her around and backed her up against the wall. “I hope you came to play….” I whispered to her pulling down the top of her dress and placing kisses all over her full D cup breast. “This is going to be a long night.” She giggled pulling my head back up to her mouth and biting my bottom lip. “Well if that’s the case you better put up or shut up.” She smirked.

  I picked her up, carried her down the hall to my bedroom and plopped her on the bed roughly. Looking around my room at the king size bed there was lubricant on the dresser and magnum condoms on the floor…you had better know what time it was stepping into this muthafucka. I snatched off the rest of her dress tossing it to the side and removed her see through panties, but I made sure to leave her six inch heels on knowing just looking at her wearing them was a major turn on.

  Trina began to pant; she always got excited when I got a little rough with her…just like a freak. I took my shirt and jeans off while watching her in anticipation, letting her know that I was not going to disappoint. I decided to talk her up making sure she was just as horny as I was. “You ready baby?”

  She smiled at me while touching the wetness between her legs. “Yeah baby…I’m ready.” I unloosed my ponytail and let my hair drop down past my shoulders. “You sure you’re ready?” I continued to tease Trina, even when placing my fingers inside her as she squirmed all over the bed. “Derrick please….” She begged. I crotched down and put tongue between her legs again and listened to her scream. “Ohhhhhh…ooooh.” I heard her moan as I surged deeper into her insides. I worked my tongue up her stomach, breast, and mouth letting her taste herself around my lips. That cognac had me on an extreme buzz tonight, something real strong, and it had me ready to go to work. I pulled my mouth away from hers feeling the intensity between us when something strange threw me off. “What the…” I whispered. I looked down at the woman underneath me. It wasn’t Trina.

  Her smooth sexy chocolate skin was obvious against mine, her dark hair was spread out against the pillow, and her long legs were wrapped around my waist. My angel from the club…except she wasn’t wearing her formfitting white dress. I leaned back and gazed at her beautiful body. She stared at me seductively egging me on to take her. “Is something wrong?”

  “What?” I asked. “Derrick…what’s wrong? You done already?” I snapped out of it and Trina was back looking at me oddly. I shook my head. That cognac must have been some strong shit, I thought. Anyway, I quickly shook it off and focused on the matter at hand. “Oh you funny huh?” I said looking down at her. Trina laughed at me as I grabbed a condom near the bed and put it on my erection. “Well it’s about time…” She smirked. “I was starting to wonder was the party over?”

  I laughed at her response. “You know better than that.” She looked at me sideways still smirking. “Do I?” She was clearly egging me on, trying to get an intense reaction from me and the shit was working. I leaned down and snuck an intense kiss from her mouth, letting my tongue work its magic down her throat before biting her lip. I pulled away from her letting her feel the after effects. When I had her full attention, I leaned over pushing her legs up while inserting the slippery rubber containing my hard dick right inside her, sliding into her warmth. “UGHHH… Oh God Derrick.” She moaned as her walls stretched and her nails dug into my shoulder. I stroked her slow but hard causing her body to jerk with every hit. I felt her tense up as my speed increased. I leaned in closer widening her legs across my shoulders. “You feel me baby?” I asked her, stroking her harder as her juices spilled. Trina moaned as her legs began to shake, her eyes closed as the punishable pleasure took its toll on her.

  “Ooooh… I feel you…I feel you baby.” She screamed. I continued to lay into her working myself to death, shit was getting so hot and intense it felt like we were in a sauna. Trina seemed to be losing it, her face was twisting up and she was screaming like a wild animal, but I wasn’t stopping. The sensations that were rising inside me with the mix of weed and alcohol had me feeling to damn good. With sweat rolling down my back I kept the rhythm going while listening to the headboard beat into the wall. Finally feeling my orgasm rising I picked up speed. I could no longer maintain control as we came upon our climax. “Aaaaah….” Trina moaned. I continued to hammer her ass until cum started leaking everywhere, dripping down my thighs, and the soaking sheets.

  “Oh my…Derrick…I’m about…to cum. Derrick…I’m about to cum Oh!” “Ughhh…shiiiiit.” I collapsed on top of her feeling like I had run a marathon. Letting my muscles relax the pain crept into my back and forearms. Damn I thought. My joints are going to be sore as hell in the morning. After catching some much needed air I rolled over to the other side of the bed not expecting Trina to roll over right beside me so quickly. She placed kisses all over my chest and stomach. “Hmmm…” She moaned. “Baby let’s do it again.” I chuckled at her. “Girl I’m damn near dead over here… I need a minute… some water… an energy drink or something.” “C’mon Derrick….please.” Trina whined refusing to take no for an answer. She let the soft tips of her fingers fondle me before gliding her lips down my stomach. “Oh damn.” I moaned as I watched Trina‘s tongue slither up and down my shaft until she had me back at full attention. Looking to the ceiling I realized I didn’t have much of a choice in going in for seconds. “Whew…ok round two.”

  3

  Meet the Baby mamas

  Derrick

  I could see the sun peering in through my window letting a beam of light enter my dark chambers. After waiting a minute to fully awake, I rolled out of bed aching and sore and went to take a piss in the bathroom. Damn, I thought. I must have got a little out of control last night; my back is hurting like hell. I opened the curtains and was almost blinded by the sunlight stinging my eyes. What time is it? I looked back at my king size bed and Trina was still knocked out sleep, dead to the world. “She aint getting up no time soon.” I mumbled. Good… maybe I can catch a quickie before I boot her ass out. I made my way into the kitchen and started up the coffee machine.

  Speaking of machines, my answering machine was blinking like Rudolph’s nose. “Ten messages…from who?” I said in disbelief wondering who the hell had been blowing up my phone so early in the damn morning. I hit the button on the machine and leaned over the counter to listen to the messages. “Derrick!” Kim’s loud ass voice roared in the small machine giving me a bigger headache than I had before. “Derrick when are you gonna bring your trifling ass over here and see Dante? He has been bugging me all day talking about wanting to see his bum ass daddy so you need to make an appearance. I mean damn, I gotta beg you to see you kids now? Is that what…Message deleted.�
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  I just shook my head after listening to this loud mouth hood rat continue to bitch and complain. Kim was a money fiend I got caught up with around the way, she was cool at first, she did her thing in the bed but she wasn’t about to get no National Negro funds from me. Just my luck her ass got pregnant and was trying to suck up as many dollars as she could. Dante was about ten now and I chilled with my son as much as possible. Even though every time I came around his silly ass mother was trying to hit me up for some more cash, which made me tend to stay away at times. I just didn’t understand, I kept her bills paid, Dante never went without, so what the hell was the problem? I do enough for her ass; she wasn’t getting anything else from me.

  I continued to listen to the messages as I sipped on some much needed coffee, soothing my aching brain. “Derrick its Lea…Dean really needs to see you alright. Just come on over…please.” Lea was a different story; she was just a damn sex addict, one of those women trying to get it any way she can…you know the nympho type. She often called me over claiming Dean; our eight year old needed to see me, yet half the time he would be sleep or not even there at all. Lea just wanted to get her rocks off; I didn’t know why she had to use our son as an excuse to do it.

  “Message saved.” I guess I’ll hit her up a little later, I thought…next caller. “Derrick it’s me…” Shantae, what the hell she calling for, I thought. “Delilah is coming around about three ok…Trent and I have to be at the Biltmore so I guess you can play babysitter for a few hours…If you can handle that.” Damn another one, I thought. Why are these women all calling me… did I forget something? Shantae and I were good for a minute until she dipped out on me for some investment banker, but not before having my baby girl Delilah who just turned six. Trent with his punk ass really thought he got one over on me by taking my girl…little did he know I was still getting with her from time to time.

  I intentionally would leave behind one of our many condom wrappers hoping to tip his smug ass off, but every time Trent confronted Shantae she of course denied it and like the dumbass he was he actually believed her. Didn’t stop him from watching us like a hawk whenever we interacted to exchange our daughter…I never pay his lame ass no mine though… next. “Derrick…” I straightened up my stance on the counter, it was Amari. She was my first girlfriend; she wasn’t like the others, we really cared about each other but after many years of arguing, fussing and cheating we finally went our separate ways.

  No matter how much I loved the girl I was not interested in wife-ing up nobody, especially at the age we were at. So I had to let her go unfortunately, we remained cool being that we still had a son to raise together, so I knew if she was calling something was up. “Derrick where are you? You were supposed to be here at ten to help me set up for Danton’s birthday party.” Oh damn… I knew I forgot something. It was Danton’s birthday today. “Anyway get here now! I’m not covering for your ass this time.” After hearing that last message, I sipped down the rest of my coffee and ran to the shower. I returned back to my bedroom in nothing but a towel. Ok, I thought. I need clothes, watch, shoes and… I looked back at my bed and Trina was still lying there sleep. Damn I forgot this girl was here. I leaned over and smacked her bare ass abruptly waking her up. “Hey girl get up I gotta go.” I said throwing my clothes on quickly.

  She opened those beautiful eyes of hers and yawned rolling over to look at me. “You going where?” she said sleepily. “Out…and so are you so get up and get dressed and I‘ll drop you off.” Trina continued to lie down as if I hadn’t said one word. “Why can’t I stay till you come back.” I looked at her like she was crazy. That was like asking a starving child in Africa to guard over my food…the shit wasn’t going to happen. I brushed my hair and slicked it back into a ponytail ignoring her stupidity. “Look Trina, I can take you home or you can catch the bus, but either way you getting yo ass out of here. Now let’s go.” She rolled her eyes and reluctantly got out of the bed and got dressed. I got all my shit, locked up my spot and we were on our way out. I felt an increasing pounding in my head but forced myself to ignore it. Oh great, I thought. I’m going to my son’s birthday hung over.

  Destiny

  “Hey Destiny, do you want me to hang the painting here.” Marisol asked me. We stood in my art gallery figuring out what to do with the new paintings that had just arrived from Italy. “Yes, hang it up high in the center so it will balance out the others.” I instructed her. I had finally got around to opening my own art gallery after giving up years of criminal law. After having studied art in school, I had dreamed of traveling around the world to different museums learning about the various styles of paintings and culture. Unfortunately my parents had other plans. Law school was not that bad, I actually found enjoyment and solving cases and appearing in court, but art remained my side hobby and one true love.

  After ten years of spending hours and hours at my law firm and prosecuting one sad case after another, the passion of art finally over took me and I succumbed to my true desires regardless of what naysayers thought. I ended up quitting the law firm I worked at and opened up this beautiful place in downtown Fifth Avenue. My parents didn’t see how I would make a dime by owning an art gallery, but little did they know that the many big time lawyers and clients I once worked with were willing to pay thousands of dollars to own these creative pieces.

  Half of them didn’t even know the detail or the story of the paintings and sculptures they wanted, but were willing to pay good money for them to make themselves appear high class. I however knew every piece and every story behind them. It was a joy every day to come to work and be surrounded with such beautiful works of art. Four Years have passed now and I had buried myself into this business making sure everything was to my satisfaction. Unfortunately, I missed out on having a personal life in my doing so. I was at the age of thirty five with no husband, no children, and no prospects on the horizon.

  So in the eyes of all women…especially my mother, I was a failure. I strolled back to my office desk and plopped in the chair. It was not like I didn’t date, I dated plenty, but I could never find the heart stopping love that all other women seemed to have. I wasn’t too picky but I wasn’t willing to settle either. I believed that when I come across the right man that I would instantly know it, but in all of my thirty five years it never happened. I was starting to think it was me, maybe I wasn’t meant to have love on this earth… I prayed that wasn’t so. I turned my head to the sudden knock on my office door.

  “Destiny...” Marisol stood in the doorway. She was my secretary, a young vibrant girl with a true enjoyment of art. She was about 5’4, with ocean blue eyes and sandy blonde hair. I found Marisol to be very bubbly, smart and quite a joy to be around. “Yes.” I said getting out of my depressed stupor. “There’s a gentleman out in the front asking to speak with you.” I looked at her puzzled being that she seemed a little too excited to tell me that. “Ok, tell him I’ll be right out.” She nodded and quickly disappeared. I sat up and smoothed out my black office dress and headed for the door. Probably some more clientele needing to spruce up there home, I assumed. I made my way to the front lobby and was stopped dead in my tracks when I came across my visitor. “Wow.” I whispered. It couldn’t help but escape my lips. If Morris Chestnut had twin, this man would be it.

  He turned his gaze to me and showed off those pearly whites of his…and damn were they gleaming. I finally struck up the nerve to speak to him given the awkward silence. “Hello sir, welcome to Destination 1 how may I help you today?” He stood there for a moment and I watched him glance over and nod in approval of me. Any other time I would have been offended by this, but I kind of like that he was admiring my looks.

  “You’re Destiny Witt correct?” He said walking toward me with an outreached hand…I gladly accepted. “Yes I am… do I know you?” “No…” He paused again to stare at me. “I was referred to you by the Donalees. You see I just bought a new loft uptown and I need something beautiful to liven it up.” He sp
oke smoothly, so smooth it felt like butter. I didn’t know if it was me but it most certainly was getting hot in here. I smiled trying to shake off my nervousness and stay professional. “Um...what was your name again?” He chuckled as if he were embarrassed. “Please forgive me…I’m James Ryan, I work with Taylor and Jones’s firm.” I nodded. “No apologies necessary…let me show you around.” As I guided him into the back gallery I could feel his eyes staring me down and unless this guy was a fan of Dona Karen dresses, I doubt that he was looking at that. I turned around suddenly and caught him in the act. He quickly averted his gaze back to my face.

  “I have plenty of things for you, just tell me what you’re interested in.” James nodded and looked around. His eyes fell on a blue painting in the front of all the displays. “This one…tell me about it.” I walked over to the painting with him and smiled. It was created by Nuetello, an up incoming painter who happened to be making a name for himself. “Woman in the midst.” He read the title. “It’s beautiful.” Nuettello outlined a woman’s body in the center of a variety of blue shades of color with dark shadowing causing it to really stand out. “Yes it is…it represents the hardships and downfalls that most women go through…” I explained. “It gives the appearance of being swept up in a tidal wave.” James seemed intrigued by my description and smiled. I smiled too, not too many buyers care to hear the story of the art they buy. “I want it….when can you have it ready.” I was a little taken back by his eagerness but not that taken back that I would refuse a sale.

  “As soon as possible…just let me jot down your information.” James followed me back to the front desk and I retrieved the much need data from him to make arrangements. All the while I could feel him observing more than the art on display. I looked up to see his eyes resting on my mine causing my heart to stop. He smiled. “Ms. Witt?” I licked my dry lips and nodded. “Yes?” “If I am not being to forward, what are you doing tonight?” Oh my God he is asking me out, I thought. What do I do? What do I say? “Nothing… really just finishing up here.” I said nervously. “Well there’s a nice restaurant that I planned on going too and since I am never one to like dinning alone I was hoping you would join me.” Oh God… Des just play it cool, I thought. I looked away from him not trying to get sucked into those dreamy eyes of his that seemed so captivating.