BFF's 2

by Brenda Hampton

  “Mmmmm,” he moaned and lifted himself just a little to stroke my mouth. It was moving pretty fast, along with my hands. My saliva covered every inch of him, and he was so far down my throat that I thought I’d choke. But sucking dick was my specialty. I knew how to make a man’s eyes roll to the back of his head. I perfected how to make his toes curl, and it wouldn’t take long for his semen to shoot up like fireworks. Bryson was no exception. Within two minutes, I felt his grip on my neck tighten. He also yanked my hair, and his thrusts into my mouth were now at a speedy pace.

  “Suck that shit, baby. Swallow all of it and don’t let one fucking drop go to waste.”

  My mouth swelled like a balloon as he released his juices inside of it. I didn’t swallow all of it, but I licked some of the drippings from his pretty dick, which was now limp.

  “Ahhhhh,” Bryson moaned again. His six pack fluttered and sweat beads rested on his stomach. I licked around the minimal, smooth hair above his dick, and then sucked my fingers.

  “Now that,” I said, “was tasty.”

  Bryson sat up and leaned forward. He brought his lips to my glossy ones and our tongues danced for a while. During the intense kiss, he reached for my hand and placed it on his muscle. I felt it swelling, but it wasn’t as hard as it was the first time.

  “Stroke it,” he said, backing away from my lips. “It’ll get there.”

  “I’m sure it will, but I have a better idea.”

  I stood and unbuttoned the royal blue silk blouse that I wore. Within seconds, the blouse, my bra, and my tight skirt were in a pile next to me. All I stood in was a turquoise thong and my moisturized caramel skin glistened. Bryson’s eyes scanned my plump breasts, which were sitting pretty. Then his eyes lowered to the tiny gap between my lips. My shaved slit was clearly visible, and it was inviting as well.

  “You gon’ make me hurt you, woman,” he said. “Perfection. Pure perfection.”

  I couldn’t have agreed with him more. He got up and laid me back on the couch. While bending over me, he reached for my panties and pulled them over my high-heeled shoes. He removed those as well, and tossed them over his shoulders. We both laughed, and before he did away with his slacks, he reached for a condom.

  “You don’t mind, do you?” he said, already putting it on. “I definitely don’t want any children, and it’s always good to be safe.”

  I agreed, but I damn sure wouldn’t mind having his child. His wealthy parents would spoil the baby. I was sure I would somehow benefit too. Not to mention all that Bryson would probably do. But regardless, we went at it. He wrapped my legs around his back and positioned his dick at the crevasses of my hole. It wasn’t long before he snaked his thickness inside of me, causing my pussy lips to spread wide. Probably wider than they had ever been before, because I could definitely feel his meat stretching my insides. I released one of my legs from his waist and poured it over his shoulder. I had to represent how flexible I was, so I pointed my leg out straight, as if I were doing a split. Bryson tackled my goodies down below, and with each perfectly planned thrust, my pussy juices ran over. His shaft was glazed from top to bottom. We both watched his insertions, and I was so hot and bothered that I began to massage my own clit. Bryson licked his lips to prevent saliva from dripping from his mouth. His eyes fluttered, his breathing increased and his soft moans let me know just how good my pussy felt to him. I reached around to grip his solid ass, and all I felt was sweat. At the pace we were going, things were starting to get heated. Our naked, wet bodies slapped together, and as he sucked the shit out of my breasts, a high arch formed in my back.

  “Brrrryson,” I cried out near tears. “I . . . My pussy would like to thank you for all of this. It feels guuuud, damn, you’re making us feel sooooo guuud.”

  Bryson didn’t have a comeback, but his actions let me know that he felt the same way. He eased out of me, and as a flood of my juices ran onto the couch, all he could do was shake his head. He sat up straight and positioned me to stand in front of him with my back to him. I did so with straddled legs. Cum trickled down between my thighs, while Bryson massaged them. He also massaged my ass then he held my waist and motioned for me to squat. His dick stood straight up, ready to aim and shoot.

  “Ease down on it,” he said. “And I won’t complain if you drive me into overtime.”

  He must’ve known how I operated. I definitely drove us into overtime by riding him backward. I then got on my hands and knees on the floor, and allowed Bryson to have anal sex with me. An hour and a half in, we were spent. We passed out on the carpeted floor, and I wasn’t sure who had more carpet burns, him or me.

  I was still knocked out. Bryson was too, until we heard hard knocks on his door. My leg was thrown over his and the smell of sex infused the air. I was so sticky between my legs. A shower was definitely what I needed, but it didn’t appear that I was going to get it anytime soon.

  “Damn,” Bryson said, getting off the floor. We both looked at the clock; it showed two thirty-five in the morning. The hard knocks continued, so Bryson turned to me.

  “Do you mind going into my bedroom?” he asked. “I have a feeling that I know who this is.”

  “No problem.” I got off the floor and moved into his bedroom. The king bed was neatly made and the soft comforter felt soothing against my naked body. I started to go by the door to listen in, but I could already hear the voice of a woman speaking.

  “All day, Bryson,” she said. “I’ve been trying to reach you all day.”

  “I had every intention of calling you back, but I got tied up. And I told you before about showing up like this. We agreed to go our separate ways for a while, and with you showing up like this, it doesn’t help.”

  “It doesn’t help you, because you’re always up to no good. We will never be able to fix our relationship if you refuse to answer your phone so we can talk about it. And while we agreed to go our separate ways for a while, that didn’t mean we were supposed to stop communicating, did it?”

  I rolled my eyes at this stupid heifer. I mean, how many women had to beg and plead with a man to get his shit right? Bryson’s ass didn’t need space. What he needed was more excitement in his life and some more pussy. I had a thing for men like him, but, at least, I knew from the beginning what I was dealing with. And while the dick was always beneficial to me, it had to come attached with money. Good dick without money wasn’t worth my time.

  As expected, the tears came into play. I could hear the woman crying about how Bryson had been so mean and disrespectful to her.

  “You haven’t done anything for me. You played me. I saw you with her . . .”

  The ranting went on and on about why he didn’t do this or that, and he didn’t seem to care anymore. If so, then why in the hell was she standing in his condo at almost three o’clock in the morning, eager to repair their relationship? I just didn’t get it, and I despised women who were too stupid to realize that most men didn’t give a damn about those tears.

  “What else can I do?” she cried. “You say that you love me, and that we’re going to get married. But when, Bryson? Please tell me when.”

  “N-e-v-e-r,” I said in a whisper. According to Bryson, they’d been engaged for four years. If it hadn’t happened by now, didn’t she know she was wasting her time? I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs, but I didn’t have to. I heard some tussling going on, and a few seconds later, the woman came busting into the room. I was surprised to see that she was white.

  Her teary eyes fluttered as she saw me sitting on the bed with no clothes on. She looked as if she wanted to pass out. She covered her mouth, as if this was really a surprise to her. By how calm Bryson was, I could tell this wasn’t the first time he’d been busted. He held her shoulders, massaging them, as she sobbed and appeared to weaken.

  “Libby, go home,” he said in a smooth, calm tone. “We’ll talk about this tomorrow, okay? Don’t do this to yourself again.”

  Libby choked up even more. The look in my eyes dared he
r to say anything smart to me. If she did, she would catch hell. She doubled over and held her stomach.

  “Why?” she cried out. “Why do you keep doing this to meeeee?”

  Was she asking me why? If so, her answer was simple. Because her dumb ass let him. I had no sympathy for her, but apparently, Bryson did. He eased his arms around her waist to hold her up. He continued to smooth talk his way out of this.

  “Come on, Libby. Calm down, baby, and get yourself together. You don’t have to do this. You know who I love. All I wanted to do was have a little fun, since we were separated. You know it wouldn’t go down like this, if we were together.”

  “But you can have all the fun you want to with meeee. Why her, Bryson, why her?”

  What did she mean by why her? Did she have to ask? I mean, look at me. All she had to do was look at how gorgeous I was. Damn.

  Bryson continued to hold her by the waist. He escorted her into the bathroom so she could get herself together. On their way there, he looked over Libby’s shoulder and shrugged. Behind the concerned expression on his face was also a smirk.

  Some men got a kick out of this shit; it made them feel special. There was no question in my mind that Bryson was one of those men. It would be a cold day in hell if he ever got me to react this way.

  While in the bathroom, he washed Libby’s face and patted it with a towel. He insisted that she stay calm, and then he asked her, again, to go home.

  “I’ll call you first thing in the morning. We’ll have breakfast, and how about I make you some of those favorite blueberry pancakes you like?”

  She sniffled and slowly nodded. I swear I wanted to get off the bed and go knock some sense into her. I don’t believe that God intended for some women to be this damn stupid. This chick was worse than Kayla, and I didn’t believe it got any worse than her. Black dick had the minds of many all fucked up.

  Bryson held on tight to Libby as he escorted her toward the door. She gave me a quick roll of her eyes, but didn’t say one word to me. I comfortably sat back on the bed with my hands behind me, my breasts poked out and my legs crossed. Minutes later, I heard the front door shut, and Bryson rushed back into the bedroom.

  “I am so sorry about that. That shit caught me off guard. I thought that she and I had an understanding.”

  “No problem. Handle your business, baby. As long as it doesn’t interfere with what we have going on, I’m good.”

  He crawled on the bed and held himself up over me. “I’ll tell you who has got it going on. You do. The way you’re looking on my bed, all sexy and shit like this, makes me want to eat you alive.”

  “You may not be able to do that, especially since you have to get up in a few hours to make those blueberry pancakes. I don’t like to be rushed, and I assume that I’ll be asked to leave soon.”

  “Nope. As a matter of fact, I can make you some of those pancakes too. They’re delicious, and for some reason, Libby can’t seem to get enough of them.”

  Arrogant motherfucker, I thought. He was nothing like Keith was, but I had to settle. “Scrap the pancakes,” I said. “Not interested. But I am interesting in seeing how well you can eat me alive.”

  “I can show you better than I can tell you.”

  Bryson parted my legs and buried his face between them. His eating skills were decent, but he damn sure was no Cedric. I closed my eyes and pretended, just for a few minutes, that he was. Then I went into a daze, thinking about how much fun Cedric and I used to have during sex. More so, how creative we were, even while Kayla was in the same vicinity as we were.

  That day, we were all at Kayla’s and Cedric’s house having dinner. I’d brought a date, trying to make Cedric jealous. He turned out to be a disaster, and as we were all downstairs playing pool and watching reality TV shows, I made my way up the stairs to find Cedric. The moment I reached the top stair, Cedric was standing by the kitchen counter waiting for me. He placed one finger over his lips, as a gesture for me to be quiet. He then nudged his head toward the garage door and walked toward it. I followed, laughing my ass off about what we were about to do. Inside of the five-car garage was a fleet of lavish cars that belonged to him and Kayla. The only spot that was empty was the spot where Jacoby parked his car. Cedric unlocked the car, and he opened the back door to his Rolls-Royce that provided plenty of room in the back seat.

  “Are you serious?” I whispered to him. “We’re just going to talk, aren’t we?”

  “Ay, that’s all I want to do, unless you have something else in mind like hooking me up.”

  We chuckled, and I got in the back seat with Cedric. Talking wasn’t in our plans. His hands eased up my thigh-high skirt, and the moment his fingers slipped into my wetness, I turned on my stomach. Cedric unzipped his pants and flipped up the back of my skirt. He moved my thong to the side and filled my hot pocket with his hard, thick meat that always guaranteed me an orgasm.

  “You know I’m jealous,” Cedric whispered in my ear while long stroking me from behind. My ass was hiked up. The sounds of my pussy juices made him aware that he was hitting the right spot.

  “Jealous of who or whaaaat?” I moaned. “You have noooo reason to be jealous. I’m the one who is jealous. Jealous of Kayla for getting a piece of this whenever she wants to.”

  “You can have a piece whenever you want to too. Just ask for it. And the next time you come over here, leave the broke-looking joker at home. He should be an embarrassment to you. I know you can do much better.”

  “I can. That’s why I’m doing it with you and not with him.”

  Cedric tore into my insides and rushed me to the finish line so we could hurry to go back inside. The car rocked fast from the speed of our action, but as soon as I opened my mouth to react to him busting my cherry, the garage door lifted. Cedric covered my mouth with his hand and we dropped low on the floor in the back seat. My pussy was dripping wet from a mixture of our juices, and the feel of Cedric’s dick still in me felt spectacular.

  More than anything, I wished that Kayla would have come into the garage and seen us. Cedric peeked through the tinted windows and whispered to me that it was Jacoby, not Kayla. He waited until Jacoby was inside before he hit me with a few more strokes that tickled my insides and gave me something more to smile about. He had definitely gotten what he wanted. Now, it was time for me to get what I wanted. That, of course, was his money. Money that I could never get off my mind, because it was the way to my prosperity.

  Cedric agreed to give me some money that day, and after our creative little sex session, we entered the house as if nothing had gone on between us. I sat right next to Kayla with Cedric’s scent all over me. She had to know what the deal was, didn’t she? Well, if she didn’t know, I certainly did.

  I also knew that I’d have to go see about Cedric real soon, because men like Bryson just wasn’t going to cut it. If I was going to involve myself with a real player, why not shoot for the best, or should I say, shoot for the player with the most money and the best sex? Compared to Cedric, Bryson was an amateur. I intended to toy with him for a little while longer, but his time would be up sooner than I originally thought.

  Chapter 10

  Kayla

  After days and days of pondering, hours of lost sleep, going back and forth about my marriage, I’d finally made my decision. I was excited about it, too, and the first person that I needed to speak to was Cedric. We had a lot to discuss, so therefore, I made my way to his place.

  Jacoby was at school. He and I had a long talk about how much he’d been skipping and his late nights with Adrianne. He admitted everything to me, and his excuse was him being affected, a little, by all that had been going on. He said that Adrianne had truly been there for him, and that he felt so much love when she was around. As for school, he said his work had suffered because he couldn’t think straight. I understood everything he’d said, but I told him it was time for him to get back on track.

  The same applied to me and Cedric. That was why I was at his front door. I
t was time to do this. I made sure Cynthia was out of the house, and when I entered, I went upstairs to find Cedric.

  He wasn’t in bed where he normally was, and when I checked the kitchen, family room, and his office, he wasn’t there either. That was when I went to the lower level and saw him in the workout room, slowly jogging on the treadmill. He appeared to be getting himself back in shape, and I had to admit that he looked dynamite in his tan shorts. He didn’t have on a shirt, and plenty of muscles bulged from his shoulders and toned calves. His beard was still a little scruffy, but his fade was intact. Every time I watched Scandal and would see Columbus Short, he always reminded me of my husband. Loud music played and Cedric looked up at the flat-screen TV mounted on the wall, as if he could hear it. I walked in and turned the music down.

  “Good morning,” I said then sat on a weight bench. “I see you must be feeling better.”

  “Much better.”

  He slowed down the treadmill then got off of it. He used a fluffy towel to wipe his face then stood in front of me. Sweat dripped from his body and the shorts hung low on his waist.

  I could see the bullet wound on his chest, and all I could think about was how lucky he was to be alive. I reached out to touch the wound. “Does it hurt?” I asked.

  “It’s still a little tender right there, but not really. I’ve been taking good care of myself since then. Been eating right, exercising, and playing with my dick to keep it alive and active too.” Cedric winked and laughed.

  I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “That’s too much information, but I’m glad you’re feeling better. Looking much better, too.”

  He nodded and looked me up and down. I had on a simple pair of tight jeans and a button-down shirt that matched my yellow earrings. My hair had been trimmed, nails had been done, and my sandals showed my perfect pedicure.

  “So do you,” Cedric complimented. “And just so you know, I do love your hair like that.”

  “Thanks.” I moved away from him and rubbed my hands together. I was a little nervous, but I assumed that he knew what I was there to discuss.