“I’ll get another fuck buddy and go to confession more often. Now shut up, grab a banana and learn something.”
That made us all giggle. Jada didn’t participate, but she watched as Walden guided us through what he called a guaranteed toe-curling blowjob. He said we’d better learn to love the taste of salt if we didn’t already because what he was teaching us, no man would ever be able to move himself from our mouths before he exploded.
I paid close attention and planned on giving Greg a huge treat when I saw him later.
* * *
Lala conked out on us around ten. She’d fought long and hard, but the baby just wore her out. Gorge was back by then, without that Vonda person, and carried her to bed. The rest of us followed and decorated Lala and made up her face. She looked ridiculous, and quietly giggling, we all took pics on our cells. She didn’t stir once, and I left her room thinking I couldn’t wait to show her those pics.
I smiled as Gorge attempted to entertain us. He told us story after story about his little sister that had us all laughing. My favorite was when she was three and he was ten, and she got it in her head that she could out ride him on her tricycle while he was on his bike. He said him, his mother, and stepfather laughed hard when little Lala picked up the trike and carried it down the driveway, giving him no choice but to let her win.
He also told us about Lala’s father, who’d died in a car accident when she was eight. He was going to be honored to walk her down the aisle in his place. He’d loved his stepfather and was just as hurt as Lala and his Mom, Betty, when they lost him. He’d been coming home from work and had skidded on oil that was left on the road from an earlier accident and hit another car, head-on, killing the other driver as well. I could tell none of them had gotten over his death, mainly because the other driver’s family had been told that his stepfather was drunk. He wasn’t, Gorge insisted. They had the coroner’s report to prove it, but they never approached the other family. It’d been twenty-one years since the accident. Gorge sighed. It still felt raw.
We left the party at 11:40, after Gorge insisted we let him escort us outside. Kerri and Jada were the only ones staying with Lala; Kerri was her maid of honor. I was practically jumping up and down when I started my car, anxious to get to Greg. My cell rang and I grinned, thinking it was Greg. I frowned when I saw it was Eddie. What the hell did he want?
“Hi, Eddie. What’s up?”
“Bad news, honey. Elka Plummer sent an email. The Mitchells took their house off the market. It’s no longer for sale.”
“No,” I moaned in the phone. “I wanted that house so bad!”
“I know you did, honey. I’m so sorry.”
“Shit! First, we lost the Camerons’ home now the Mitchells’. We are never going to find a home!”
“We will, I promise. It’s just taking a little while.”
“Yeah.” I sighed, pissed off because I really, really wanted that house. “So what else is happening?”
“Nothing. I was just sitting here, lonely. It’s too quiet tonight.”
“Oh,” I said, rolling my eyes at the ceiling. “Nothing on cable?”
“Nothing I can get into. How’s the party?”
“It was fun but Lala knocked out on us already.”
“She did? Shame. You should come home so we can have a private party tonight.”
“Ed,” I sighed. “I am so not in the mood for that tonight.”
“But, honey, I’m sportin’ rod tonight and I can’t get rid of it. Please. Come home and help me out here.”
“How do I know it’s gonna stay that way, Eddie? What if two seconds after you get inside me, it deflates and I’m left unsatisfied?”
I was so close to saying ‘again.’
“I’ll never leave you unsatisfied, honey. I still have my tongue to get you off.”
All I could think was how much better Greg was with his tongue; he was patient and giving and lets me get off at least twice for his every one. And I was looking forward to that tonight. I bit my lip and shook my head. I wanted some of Greg tonight, not Eddie. But Eddie was my boyfriend; I should be with him when he’s this way, rare as it was.
“Okay, I’ll see you in a few minutes.”
“Great,” Eddie laughed. “I’m hard and ready for you, honey. Hurry.”
I ended the call and wanted to cry as I texted Greg. Damn, I couldn’t even bring myself to call him and let him know I couldn’t make it.
Hey. Something’s come up. Gotta cancel. Sooooo sorry. Rain check?
Absolutely. ASAP
Sooner than ASAP. I was looking forward to seeing you.
As I was you. TTYL
Ok.
It took me fifteen minutes to make that seven-minute drive. When I got there, Eddie wasn’t home. I looked everywhere and got pissed off, and just as I was about to text Greg back, the door opened.
“Hey, you’re here finally.” Eddie smiled as he closed the door. He dropped the laundry basket of clothes he was carrying then took me into his arms. He kissed me like he did when we’d first started dating, surprising me.
“Wow.” I grinned. “What was that for?”
“We don’t see each other much anymore. I love and miss you, and I’ve been neglecting you.”
“Yes, you have.” I pouted. “Are you going to do something about it?”
“I am.” Eddie grinned, then turned me away from him. He swatted my ass hard, and I yelped. “Go the bedroom and get naked. Now, honey.”
I grinned, then ran to the bedroom. I took off the kiddie-looking pajamas I’d worn to the party then sat on the bed and waited. This should be interesting, I thought as I looked at the clock. It was just after midnight. 12:05 to be exact. I sighed, thinking I could have had an orgasm by now if I were with Greg.
Eddie came into the room and tossed a can of whipped cream on the bed then removed his shirt. He grinned as he toed off his shoes.
“I ran out and got that,” he said as he dropped his pants. “I felt like some dessert after finishing the laundry.”
Oh well, I thought as I picked up the can. Guess I’ll try to make the most of our night together. I squirted some of the whipped cream into my mouth.
“Mmm. Come and get it.”
Eddie jumped on the bed and attacked me. He kissed me, licking at the cream in my mouth. He took the can from my hand and drew a line down my belly then slowly licked it off me. I shuddered as his tongue flicked across my skin.
What the…
I heard the can again and felt something cold inside my pussy. I shivered and gasped. Eddie licked down my body and bit my mound, lapping it. He got off the bed and parted my thighs. He licked my clit and bit softly. I moaned. He hiked up my ass and sucked… literally sucked… at my opening.
“AH! FUCK! WHAT THE… EDDIE!”
“Mmmm,” Eddie murmured, then sucked again. “Taste even better here.”
His mouth continued to work my clit, lapping at it viciously. I gripped the sheets and raised my upper body, silently coming, my body heating. I was sweating so hard I thought the sun was in the room.
My head screamed, ‘Holy… fuck me… this guy had been talking to someone.’
Eddie reached for the jar of cream I use to moisturize my dry skin. He rubbed some on his shaft, then reached for my ass and rubbed some there. My eyes widened as I panted. He was going to… ooh, we’d never done that before. No one had done that to me ever, not even attempted it. That was virgin territory, and I was a little bit frightened, but extremely happy it wasn’t Greg trying it with me.
There was no way in hell Greg would ever fit in there, comfortably.
Eddie gripped my hips and flipped me to my stomach. He hiked up my ass and thrust inside me, hard and fast, and my eyes flew open as I gasped my surprise at how roughly he’d taken me. He’d never done that before, either.
He gripped my waist, and I watched in a mirror as his face contorted as he stared into my eyes. I stared back, whimpering at how fast his body moved inside
mine. I tensed. I didn’t like this, and my muscles there tried to push him out.
“Oh… my… God!” I shouted. “Please no more! I don’t like this at all!”
Eddie’s hands left my waist and he flipped me to my back. He grabbed my breast with one hand and the other took my hand, lacing our fingers and they landed on my lower belly as he pumped away. Every time he slammed into my pussy, he stimulated my clit. I was just hitting a third orgasm when Eddie stilled, then threw his head back, gasping as he shouted his pleasure.
Oh, that was so good and not good at all. I didn’t know if I should thank or kill whoever the fuck was giving him tips.
Chapter Fourteen
Crash
I arrived late for Lala’s wedding preparations. Blame Eddie. After he came, we knocked out, but he woke me up sometime later, looking for another go. Shocked the shit outta me. He’d never wanted a second round. Ever. I submitted, and he managed to give me two orgasms. I knocked out again and didn’t wake until eleven. He was already gone and left me a note, saying he’d meet me at the wedding.
I showered, threw on a summer dress and ran from the apartment, frowning when I saw the Malibu in the lot. I didn’t have time to think or dwell. Lala and Stanley were getting married at two, and I was supposed to have been there at eleven for my turn with the stylist to have my hair and makeup done. I raced there, making it there at twelve. Lala was already coiffed and made up. Beautiful didn’t begin to describe her. Her hair was in a high braided bun, tendrils escaping at her temples. She wore minimal makeup that made her looking wistful.
“Oh my… how beautiful are you?” I gasped. “Can I pocket your stylist and use him every day for the rest of my life?”
The room laughed and agreed with me. I sat and had myself made over. We all had similar styles to the bride. We had braided buns at our napes and our makeup was minimal. The five of us—Kerri, Jada, Macy, Callie and me—looked lovely in our lilac spaghetti-strap column dresses. Lala looked gorgeous in her off-white gown, her bump barely showing through the loose but skin-clinging fabric.
* * *
The ceremony went off without a hitch and the reception was turning into a fun time. I posed for photo after photo, and by the time dinner was served, my cheeks actually hurt.
I spotted Greg and wanted to apologize for calling off our ‘date’ I was about to take a step his way but stilled when he smiled my way. I smiled back. He held out his hand, and I frowned. No way, I thought. I had a good time with Eddie last night, but I always had a better time with Greg. If I touched him, my body would betray me.
I was about to shake my head and turn away when a woman walked past me, smiling hard, and rushed over to Greg. It was her he smiled at. I wanted to cry.
I walked over to my table and fanned my face, slyly watching him with her. They were gelled together, looking as if they were already connected; their bodies moved seductively to the music.
“Who the hell is that?” I shouted before I could stop myself.
Kill me now, my brain screamed.
“Damn, girl! Who?” Macy asked next to me.
I pointed. “Is that Greg over there gyrating on that girl? God, how tacky!”
God, I hoped I played that off.
“Yeah, it is.” Itsy nodded. “Who is that girl? I don’t recall meeting her.”
“Oh, that’s my friend, Trina,” Kerri laughed. “She’s here for another friend’s wedding tomorrow. After you guys left, Greg came by in the foulest mood, looking for Stone. When he realized Stone wasn’t here, I asked Greg to pick her up for me at the airport, and they disappeared. I didn’t see either of them until the wedding march.”
“That’s a lie,” I shouted again and glared at Kerri. I shook my head. What the hell was wrong with me? “Sorry, sorry… shit… I don’t know where my head is today.”
“Um, okay.” Kerri frowned. “Is something wrong? Is Greg your man?”
“What?” I screeched. “No, I just know him from the band.”
“Oh, right. Lala said you sang with them at another wedding. She thought you sounded great.”
I smiled, trying to focus on her words while I ached to turn back to where that fucker was grinding all over that… that… fucking… tall… beautiful… woman!
“It was easy to sound good with professional musicians backing me.”
“Bull,” Macy giggled. “You made them work harder. You were wonderful that night.”
I shrugged and reached for the champagne. Damn, I thought, slamming the glass back down. I had to sing in a little while and alcohol was a huge no-no. As soon as I was done, I vowed, I was getting piss drunk and changing my name to Bozo.
I brooded through most of the reception, fighting from turning my head anywhere I thought Greg could be. If I saw him with her again, I was going to jail. How dare he fuck some unknown twit after I had to cancel our fuck date? He had a lot of nerve, flaunting her in my face. Fuck. Maybe he’d had this planned; maybe he wanted a hook-up with someone other than me. Oh, God… he was tired of me already.
As I thought that, tears burned my eyes. I was nowhere near tired of him, and I wanted him more every passing second. I had come to know him well over these months, and it wasn’t enough. He didn’t feel the same way. I saw that now.
He’d never talked much about the most important thing in his life—his daughter. I had no idea what she looked like. I knew her nickname and age, nothing else. I sighed and dropped my head. I truly was only a fuck buddy for him and now…
Now, I was nothing. Just another notch. What did I expect? He was an entertainer, and I was just another pussy for him to use. And now he’d tired of me and I… I’m just… I’m… not sure at all what the hell I was to him, exactly.
I silently watched the others dance and have a wonderful time. Someone asked me to dance and I obliged. I smiled at how handsome he was as he pulled me into his arms. He introduced himself as Daniel Gates, one of Stone’s brothers. Outside of giving him my name, I couldn’t respond to him. I spoke in a monotone and gave mono-syllabic answers. I moved enough to the song not to bore him.
“Whoever he is,” Daniel murmured as he turned me, “he’s an idiot.”
Frowning as I looked at him, I asked, “I’m sorry? ‘He?’”
“Whoever put you in this mood, sweetheart.” Daniel smiled. “He’s an idiot for not wanting you as much as you want him.”
My eyes widened. “I-I-I… I mean, there is no one. No, I mean I’m still with my boyfriend.”
“Are you?” Daniel smirked. “I find that hard to believe, Cassidy. You appear to be in the midst of a broken heart.”
“No, I’m just… um, tired.”
“Busy night?”
“Sort of.” I grinned. “With my boyfriend.”
“I see,” Daniel chuckled. “Lucky him.”
“Maybe I’m the lucky one.”
I smiled, then peered over his shoulder. I spotted Greg glaring toward the dance floor. I looked around and spotted that Trina woman was now dancing with another guy just beyond Daniel and me. Greg looked ready to throttle the both of them. I wanted to cry. I looked down and sighed. I felt sick to my stomach and stopped dancing.
“Are you okay?” Daniel asked. “Did I step on your toes?”
“No.” I softly smiled. “I just… I feel a little sick. Must have been too much champagne. I’m going to find some ginger ale and sit down for a while. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, sweetheart. I understand.”
Daniel walked me to the bar and got me a ginger ale then walked me to my seat. I smiled as I thanked him.
“No, thank you. I enjoyed the dance.” He smiled and kissed my cheek. “Feel better soon.”
I smiled again and sipped my ginger ale, wanting them to move this along so I could get out of there and hide in my bed until Monday morning when I had to go to work.
The cake was cut, then Stone whispered to Lala as he walked her to their table, smiling at her frowning face the entire way. Mike slyl
y handed Stone drumsticks, then Stone kissed Lala softly before following Ren, Mike and Greg to the stage. When they got their instruments together, Itsy passed me a mic under the table. I tapped it, making sure it was on while attempting to keep an impassive expression on my face.
Stone grinned, then spoke into the mic. “For you, Mrs. Alannah Alisha Kirkland-Gates. I swear I fucking love you.”
Lala grinned. “I fucking love you, too, but I love my new name more!”
Her mother, Betty cringed and shook her head. Stone laughed with the rest of us then smiled as the band started playing the intro to Strawberry Letter 23.
“Oh, my God,” Lala gasped. “I fucking love this song, too!”
I laughed and listened as the guys sang the opening. When my cue got close, I stood and laughed when Lala told me sit my ass back down.
“Can’t.” I grinned. “I have something important to do right now.”
“Oh, come on,” Lala whined. “What?”
“This.” I grinned, brought the mic to my face and started singing.
Lala screamed then burst into tears, clapping and bouncing in her seat as I walked to the stage. I stood in front of the band and sang as if the world’s survival depended on my performance. I rocked that song, and everyone applauded loudly as I exited the stage.
Lala immediately embraced me and hugged me tightly as she cried and cried, saying she would never forget this, no matter how senile she became.
When Lala finally released me, I spotted Eddie grinning at me. I ran to him and kissed him full on the mouth. Holding me tight, he kissed me right back then grinned big when he pulled away.
“You sounded awesome, honey. I’m so glad I made it in time to hear it.”
“Me, too.” I smiled. “Where were you?”
“Work; one more week and I can kiss the Pizza King goodbye.”
I grinned and followed Eddie to the dance floor and we danced closely. My head was on his shoulder and his cheek leaned on my forehead. I enjoyed the closeness. Until I looked over and saw a scowling Greg glaring at us. I didn’t give a shit. He wanted to fuck her and toss it in my face, fine. Not to mention his scowling was aimed at his fly-by-night fuck partner from last night while she danced with someone else, only a few minutes before.
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