All That Drama

by McKinney, Tina Brooks

  I was simply euphoric. He felt it, too, I thought. To think that he enjoyed me as much as I did him almost made we wet myself. My hot ass started to wiggle on that bench like I was riding on his dick again! He chuckled like he could read my thoughts. I quickly got up from the bench and went back to watering my flowers. He laughed out loud but did not bother to follow me. He sprawled out on the bench and put his hands behind his head.

  I could see the rise of his dick through the fabric of his pants. If I were an artist, I would have drawn that picture of male perfection. His arms simply bulged out of his short-sleeved shirt. The top two buttons were undone and I could see the tiny hairs of his chest peaking out. His bald head was glistening in the afternoon sun. I gazed at him until it physically hurt my eyes. I would have never believed it, if I hadn’t seen it for myself. To think that skinny little David would evolve into such a fyne specimen—it was just unheard of!

  “Sweet Jesus,” I said to myself as I cupped some of the water from the hose and pressed it to my face.

  Keira and Kevin raced out the house slamming the door again. If I didn’t fix it soon, it would break the glass for sure. Since it was late spring, it was time to take the glass out anyway. I didn’t know how to do it but was sure I could figure it out once I found out where Keith had put the screens from last year.

  Energized with sugar, Kevin chased Keira in circles in the yard. They were having a ball. I shot the water into the air and they ran under its spray. They squealed with joy. It looked refreshing to me since it was already eighty degrees outside. Briefly I glanced over at David and he appeared to be asleep. Sighing, I continued to alternate between watering the flowers and the kids. I would have to get some towels before they went in the house for their afternoon nap ’cause they were dripping wet.

  Momentarily possessed, I turned the hose on David full force, drenching him from head to toe. He leaped up in shock.

  “Oh shit,” I said to myself as I dropped the hose and took off running. I couldn’t make it to the house but I could exit the fence and flee up the street. I slipped and crashed down on one knee. David cleared the deck and ran after me flinging drops of water as he approached. I tried to get back up but I could not stop laughing. Always the joker, Kevin picked up the hose and sprayed us both!

  The water was very cold. Keira was cackling as we scrambled to get out of range of the water. Kevin had a maniacal look in his eyes.

  “Stop it!” I sternly shouted. I wasn’t mad at him but he was having way too much fun. He continued spraying water in our direction for a few more seconds before dropping the hose. My hair was completely soaked and my tee shirt clung to my breasts. David looked at my hair and burst out laughing. He looked down at my chest and his dick stood up. “Sweet mother of God,” I exclaimed through clenched lips. I ran towards the house shouting over my shoulder for them to stay outside. I ran upstairs, dripping water all over the floor and carpet to grab some towels. I stepped into the tub and quickly took off my wet garments. I wrapped a towel around my head and dried off the rest of my body. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw the carnal lust in my eyes.

  “Nap time!” I said out loud, giving high-fives to my mirrored image as I grabbed the extra towels. I changed into another pair of shorts and a dry tee shirt. I added a dab of my favorite perfume and went back outside.

  David was lying back down on the bench when I opened the door. His clothes were already beginning to dry. He didn’t even open his eyes as I approached but he was smiling. I dropped a towel over his smiling face.

  “Okay, you both had your fun. It’s nap time,” I said to Kevin and Keira.

  “Aw man,” they exclaimed in unison. I dried each of them off and led them upstairs for their naps. I took their damp clothes and turned on the washing machine throwing them all in together with the ones that I had taken off as well. I drew the blinds in their rooms to darken it and advised them against any further playing.

  “The sooner you get your nap, the sooner you can get up,” I promised. I expected more of a protest but they closed their eyes as I drew the door shut on their respective bedrooms. I leaned against the door, trying to slow down my rapid breathing.

  Outside again, I wound up the hose and hung it back on the rack. I put away my planting tools and locked the garage. The yard was really looking good. David was still lying on his back and I took every opportunity to openly stare at him.

  “How long before they fall asleep?” he asked, startling me out of my reflections.

  “I thought you were sleeping,” I responded, avoiding his real question. I wanted to drag his ass upstairs but I didn’t want to appear too eager.

  “How the hell can I sleep with you looking at me like that?”

  “I wasn’t looking at you,” I lied, turning my head away from his prone body. It was all I could do not to reach out and touch him. I went over to the chaise lounge and opened up my book that was laying in the chair. Surprisingly, it escaped the water. I looked over at both my neighbors’ yards to see if anyone was watching us. Normally, when one person started piddling in the yard, everyone came out the house to work. Nine times out of ten, they were at their windows with their ears pinned to the screen trying to hear our conversation.

  I pretended to read for the next fifteen minutes or so but could not remember for the life of me what I had just read. Silently I held a debate in my head. Did I brazenly invite this man into my home in broad daylight? Or, did I try to wait until after dark when the kids went to sleep? Decisions. Decisions.

  Fuck it, I’m an adult and it ain’t nobody’s business but mine who the hell I sleep with, I said to myself, slamming the book down on the deck and stomping to the door. Without turning, I said to him, “You coming?”

  He sprung up from the bench and followed me inside. I shut and locked the door. Keith crossed my mind for about two hot seconds before I locked lips and limbs with David.

  The day before I allowed David to fuck me, and he opened doors that I never knew existed, made me feel emotions that I had only read about. That afternoon I intended to make love to him ’cause nothing that sweet should be considered a fuck!

  I led him to my room. I slowly undressed him savoring each eye-full that I exposed. I pushed him up against the bed and told him to lie back. I eased his zipper down and he assisted me by lifting his hips up so I could take his pants down. Next I removed his shoes and socks. After I had his shoes off, I pulled the rest of his clothes off leaving him clad only in his white BVDs.

  “I’ll be right back,” I told him as I quietly left the room and went into the bathroom. I tiptoed past the kids’ rooms and ran some warm water in a tub I generally used to soak my feet. I filled the tub with scented water and mild soap. I carefully carried the tub back into my room and set it on my nightstand.

  “What’s this?” he asked with this deep sexy voice.

  “Shush,” I said. “Close your eyes, relax and enjoy.” I tenderly washed him from head to toe. He moaned with pleasure when I licked his nipples and practically sat up when I touched his dick.

  “Wait your turn,” I told it and I swear it winked at me. I removed the washbasin and put it on the floor.

  “I’ll be right back,” I said as I left again. Hiding the oil that I had in my hands, I went downstairs and put it in the microwave for fifty seconds.

  “Perfect,” I declared as I climbed the steps. The anticipation was making me weak. I pushed open the door and checked to make sure his eyes were still closed.

  “No peeking,” I admonished him when I saw him crack open an eye. Quietly I undressed. I started rubbing the warm oil over his feet and legs, gently working it into his skin and in between his toes.

  “Goddamn, Girl!” he exclaimed.

  “Be quiet,” I instructed. When I was finished with his lower legs, I moved on up to his powerful thighs. I wanted to get to his dick while the oil was still warm. Not that I was going to put the oil on his dick, I wanted him to feel the heat on his balls. Naked, I sat on his
thighs. He tried to move but I clamped down with my thighs holding him prisoner. I poured a generous amount of oil in between his legs and let it drip down onto his balls. Squeezing them, I massaged the oil into his sack. A pinprick of moisture appeared at the top of his massive dick. I licked that with the tip of my tongue and moved up higher to work on his chest. I was sitting so close to his dick I could have ridden it, but I was not finished yet.

  I really wanted to run back downstairs so I could heat the oil again but I was too impatient for that. I smeared enough oil on his chest to cover it and then massaged it in with my fingers and my breasts when I laid down on him. I worked the oil down over his arms and ran the tip of my clit over his dick. I wanted to ease the fire burning in me that he had created but it was much too soon.

  “Turn over,” I huskily demanded. I sat on his back with my head facing his feet. I leaned over and gently massaged oil into the soles of his feet and the back of his ankles. I worked my way up and was turning around to work on his back and arms when he said, “I can’t do this anymore.” He flipped me over on my back and plunged his dick into my vagina. I gasped with shock and pleasure. He didn’t have to work as hard to get in the house this time. Collectively we moaned in ecstasy. I was so wet I was dripping. I clutched his back and wrapped my legs around his thighs locking myself to his body. United we rode the tremendous waves of passion and exploded into each other. He rained kisses on my face and neck as sexual aftermath rocked our bodies.

  After we caught our breath, he rolled off of me. I turned over and we spooned our bodies together. In my ear he whispered, “You are full of surprises, aren’t you?” He kissed my earlobe while fondling my breasts. “I always knew that you would be the full package but I never dreamed it would be like this. You trying to hook a brother or what?” he asked before he drifted off to sleep.

  I didn’t respond to his questions ’cause I didn’t know the answers. All I knew was he made me feel good and that was good enough for me. I dozed for a few minutes and then got up and took a shower. I let him sleep for about a half-hour before I woke him so that he could get dressed before the children woke up. Seeing him naked made me want to strip off my clothes and have him again but I didn’t want us to get caught with our britches down.

  Chapter 12

  After dinner when the children were bedded down for the night, David and I finally talked.

  “You’re so good with children,” I said, setting him up for an inquisition. Before their bedtime, he rolled around on the floor with them as if he were their ages. He didn’t respond so I turned it up a notch.

  “Do you have any?” I asked, waiting for his answer with baited breath. We were seated on the sofa supposedly watching television.

  “Yeah,” he said not volunteering anything other than that.

  “Really,” I said, trying to hide my disappointment. A man this well endowed had to have children so I could not understand why I was trying to get upset. He changed the subject on me but since it was something I felt I should know, I decided to talk about it.

  “Tell me about your marriage,” he said. It was like he had thrown cold water over me and for a moment my heart hardened.

  “Not a whole lot to tell, really. I was young and dumb. He filled my head with a bunch of nonsense and I fell for it. By the time I realized what was really going on, I had already had Keira, and Kevin was on the way. Keith had me so brainwashed, I was scared to leave him,” I said, hanging my head. David lifted my head and looked deep into my eyes.

  “Brainwashed? What do you mean?”

  “He told me that I would never find anybody else that would love me and my children. He also said that if I left him I would be alone for the rest of my life. At the time, I was so scared to be alone that I put up with his shit until I got sick and tired of being sick and tired! When I reached that point, I didn’t care if my shit shriveled up and weathered away. I was just that tired.”

  “So, you are ready to move on with no regrets?” he asked.

  “You damn skippy, I’m ready to move on, but I still have regrets; the biggest one is that it took me so long to wake up. I woke up one day and decided I’d rather be by myself than put up with that shit any longer.”

  “And he just decided to move, just like that?”

  “Hell no! It was rough. We were living in the same house but would not even speak to each other. He stayed in my room and I slept in the basement. Every few weeks he would demand sex and when I would not comply, he raped me to get it.”

  “That little piece of shit,” he growled.

  “Tell me about it. I tried to kick his ass but he always got the upper hand,” I said, remembering some of the more brutal fights. “When he started acting a fool, I usually tried to leave our apartment and come over here but he got hip to that and started fucking with my car. He would take it apart so it wouldn’t start.”

  “Where was Keira and Kevin while all this was going on?” he asked.

  “Oh, they were there but it didn’t stop him once he got going. They lived through that shit with me and that’s another one of my regrets. If it wasn’t for them, I would have stabbed his ass while he was sleeping and went to jail for the rest of my life. Hell, I might have got him while he was raping me; that way I could have caught him coming and going,” I said with a smile. I could laugh about it now but when I was in the mix, I found few things to smile about.

  David leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead. I closed my eyes and savored his warmth and closeness.

  “Do you know what he told me?” I whispered softly.

  “No baby, what?” he asked.

  “He told me I was a cold, frigid bitch. He said having sex with me was like humping a piece of wood,” I said as fresh tears pooled in my eyes. “He had me believing that shit until you came along.”

  “Was he your first?” he asked gently.

  “He might as well have been. I had done it once before but I didn’t see what all the hype was about,” I stated.

  “Damn,” he swore under his breath. He pulled me to my feet and led me upstairs where he made passionate love to me. When it was over, I cried. I was stretched and sore beyond belief but for the first time in my life, I was satisfied.

  The phone rang just as we closed our eyes. I groped for it, knocking down several items from my nightstand including the oil, which spilled all over the dresser and floor. “Shit!” I exclaimed, snatching up the phone.

  “Hello,” I snapped while looking around in vain for something to wipe up the mess. David propped himself up on his elbows curious at my reaction.

  “Just because you’re fucking that steroid-taking motherfucker, don’t think our shit is over. You’re still my wife and I won’t allow you to flaunt your niggers in front of my children!”

  I slammed down the phone shaking with fury.

  “Keith?” he asked and I quickly nodded.

  “What did he say?”

  “That he was not going to allow me to flaunt my steroid-taking niggers in his children’s faces.”

  “He’s just talking, Marie, ’cause he still loves you,” he explained.

  “He doesn’t love me. He just needs me. I wasn’t a wife to him; I was his fucking mother! He wanted someone to provide for him and take care of him. Hell, I got two kids, and I don’t need no more.” I got up from the bed to get a washcloth to clean up my mess. I was fuming mad now and knew it would be a long time before I would be able to sleep.

  David sat up as I came back into the room. “Marie, calm down!” he said, sitting upright in the bed and exposing his beautiful chest. Not wanting to be distracted I looked away.

  “You know what makes me so mad? My family thinks I’m wrong to divorce him. His family calls and cusses me out on a regular basis for kicking him out. My neighbors think I’m wrong but none of them had to live through what I went through. That’s what pisses me off the most. If they knew he raped me, would they be so forgiving? If they knew that he lived rent-free, would they be as underst
anding? If they knew that he lost the only good job he ever had ’cause of some stupid ass drugs, what the hell would they say then? That car he drives, I bought that. Those clothes he wears, I bought them. Hell, I didn’t tell anyone all the shit that has been going on. I keep that shit bottled up in here,” I said, pounding my heart.

  “I don’t want my children to know that their father was a dumb ass fry jock until I arranged to get him a job with the post office,” I continued. I didn’t want them to find out that he allowed himself to get fired over some bullshit. But he calls me a damn bitch!”

  I sunk onto the bed and cried big crocodile tears. David held me while I cried but his touch was different. When I awoke, he was gone.

  I did not see or hear from David for three days. I was frantic but I tried to keep it together for the sake of the children. I could not understand why something so right could go so wrong in such a short period of time.

  On the third day after I came home from work, I called Sherry. Short of going to David’s mother’s house, she was the only link I had to him. I asked her to come over when she got a chance. Mentally and physically I was a wreck. I had dark circles under my eyes from crying and lack of sleep. I was irritable and as much as I hated to admit it, horny as hell.

  I started on Sherry as soon as she walked in the door. I knew her well enough that she wouldn’t tell me what I needed to know until I satisfied her curiosity.

  “Okay, I fucked him. Satisfied?” I snapped, not wanting to be mad at her but feeling angry nevertheless.

  “Was it good?” she asked, ignoring my attitude as she pulled deeply on her cigarette. I didn’t smoke but I took one of her cigarettes and lit it. I coughed for a full five minutes before I could talk. The smoke felt like it went all the way down to my toes and my body was trying to expel it as quickly as I was trying to inhale it.

  Humbled I said, “Yes. It was good. Un-fucking believable as a matter of fact, but I haven’t heard from him in three days. What the hell is up?” I asked in between puffs.