“I don’t know what to do, Tricey,” I whined. “I love her. I love our friendship. I knew that one day I would have to let her go, but right now? I just can’t quit cold turkey. I gottaease up off the pussy.”
Tricey laughed as she told me, “Well, get to easing off of it, because she sounds like she is giving you an ultimatum.”
THREE
Friday, November 14, 2008
TRICEY
At four o’clock this morning, I was awaken by the sound of my front door opening. There was no need to panic. I knew that it was Amiel using his set of keys to let himself in. I still wondered what was wrong because, though he has a set of keys, he always calls before he comes over.
I sat up and turned on the lamp just as he walked into my bedroom. He looked as if he’d just woken up and jumped out of bed. All he wore was a wife beater and jogging pants under his leather coat.
“What’s wrong?”
Instead of answering, he asked me, “Were you up?”
“Hell no. I woke up when I heard you coming in the door.”
“Why didn’t you answer the phone?”
“You called me?” Then I reached for my cell phone that was sitting on the night stand. I glanced at it and, indeed, I missed ten calls.
“I didn’t hear it. I’m sorry. What’s wrong?”
Amiel sighed with frustration. “I been havin’ such a fucked up night. I just want some sleep.”
“What happened?”
“Me and Bridget been arguin’ all night.”
“About what?”
“She went through my cell phone, saw how many times me and you call each other, and read our text messages.”
This wasn’t a big deal. Bridget sees shit like this all the time. All she does is throw a fit and stays her ass right where she is.
“Oh,” I said, rolling my eyes. “What’s the big deal? She saw the same text messages last month. I don’t see why women go through the motions of an argument if they aren’t going to physically make a move. She could have let you sleep.” Then I laid back down and got comfortable under the blankets.
Amiel laughed at my nonchalant attitude as he sat next to me on the bed. “You gone fall asleep on me while I’m talking to you?”
“Hell yea. I’m not about to let you and Bridget keep me from getting sleep; especially when you all are fighting over the same shit. She always sees your messages to me, and she knows about me, no matter how much she tries to play like she doesn’t. Nothing new. When you’re talking about something new, I promise I’ll listen.”
“You don’t miss me?”
“Not at four o’clock in the morning.”
“You ain’t shit,” he said with another laugh.
“Cut off the light, and either leave or get in the bed.”
I don’t mean to be so mean to him. I want to be happy to see him, kiss his lips, and lay in his arms, but I simply refuse to lose sleep over Bridget.
Two hours later, I turned over and showed Amiel how much I missed him. Though in a deep sleep, the feeling of a warm mouth on his dick woke Amiel straight up. The feeling of his fingers running through my hair as I kissed his erection good morning told me so.
I sucked him until the point of climax and left him there to fall back into a deep sleep.
The rest of the day flew by. Today was Bradley’s surprise party, and both Veronica and I were asked to assist Lyric as she ran errands to prep for the event, while Bradley was at the salon working until his dinner with Lyric at seven. Therefore, I took the afternoon off, along with Lyric, and followed her to her house. Veronica met us there, and then she and I joined Lyric in her Armada so that we could ride to Cicero Avenue to stock up on liquor.
“So how many people are you expecting, Lyric?” I was sitting in the front seat as Veronica sat behind us in a very strange mood.
“Girl, who knows,” Lyric answered. “I’m guessing about fifty to sixty people. I invited his friends, family, and everyone at the shop.”
“And he has no idea?”
“No, and I am so surprised. He’s been complaining about not thinking of throwing a party in time enough to plan one, so I’m sure he doesn’t know.”
Just then, I glanced in my side view mirror and caught a glimpse of Veronica rolling her eyes into the back of her head.
I couldn’t wait to pull either Veronica or Lyric to the side to ask what the hell was going on.
Just then, Veronica asked me, “Is Amiel coming?”
“He said so this morning before I left for work.”
“Before you left for work? He was there?”
“He spent the night last night.”
“Really? He spends the night with you? His wife isn’t suspicious about him spending nights out?”
“She’s barely his wife,” Lyric answered for me. “I call them roommates.”
“Roommates don’t get each other pregnant,” I disagreed.
“That is true,” Lyric said with a laugh.
I asked Veronica, “Did you invite any of your friends Veronica?”
“A few.”
I teased her by saying, “So the klon-dykes will be in the building!”
“All of them, except one. You know Lyric is playing her heterosexual role tonight. Gotta make sureBradley doesn’t smell the coochie on her breathe.”
The way Veronica put so much emphasis on his name sounded like a lot of hate and aggravation. I snuck a questioning look at Lyric, who simply looked away and picked up her phone as we approached a red light.
Yes, I am definitely getting in somebody’s business soon. I knew Veronica expressed her disagreement with Lyric marrying Bradley, but I would have never imagined that it was this bad. Veronica has always been so supportive of Bradley and Lyric’s relationship. She’s always been by their side, right along with me, cheering them on and being so pleased with Lyric’s happiness. Now, anybody with common sense can see that Veronica has a major issue with Lyric getting married.
My cell phone vibrating broke me out my trance. It was a text message from Lyric reading, “I told you that bitch is trippin’.”
We soon pulled into the parking lot of Cicero Liquors and hopped out. Both Lyric and I grabbed carts from the parking lot and headed in to grab every liquor imaginable, with Veronica walking lackadaisically behind as if she didn’t want to be here.
“Lyric, you go grab the mixed drinks since you know what goes with what, and I’ll grab the beer and top shelf liquor,” I instructed as we entered the store.
Lyric nodded okay and went her separate way. As Veronica went to follow her, I snatched her little behind on up and pulled her along with me.
Immediately, I asked her, “What is your problem?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Don’t play with me. I see right through that shit. And so does Lyric, by the way. And so will Bradley, if you don’t get your shit together.”
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she said, “I really don’t care what Bradley will see.”
“What has he done to you?”
“Nothing.”
“Then why are you being so mean? I’ve never seen this side of you. You’re acting all funky. Like you don’t want to be here…”
“I don’t.”
“Then leave. Don’t fuck this up for them.”
“Lyric wants me here.”
“So. Either be here unconditionally or leave.”
“I’m here because I love her and she wants my support.”
“But she doesn’t want your support if it’s going to come with an attitude.”
Veronica sighed while shaking her head as we both placed twenty-four packs of Miller Genuine Draft and Beck’s into the cart.
“Tricey, all of this didn’t hit me until now,” Veronica finally revealed. “I knew she was in love, I saw that she was happy, and I saw her planning the wedding, but, for some reason, I never truly believed that it would happen. Now, all of a sudden, its two months before the wedding,
and she’s really marrying him.”
“Did you think that their relationship was a joke to her?”
“I don’t know what I thought. It just didn’t hurt until now, and, all of a sudden, I’m realizing that Lyric is getting married.”
“But I don’t get it. You all have never officially established a relationship.”
“That wasn’t necessary.”
“It is in order to keep your feelings from getting hurt.”
“She doesn’t believe in being in a relationship with a woman. She wants to be committed to a man.”
“And you knew that.”
“But you would think that personal beliefs change for the person that you love.”
I couldn’t and didn’t argue with her. I simply continued to stock the cart. I couldn’t get myself caught up in Lyric’s messy love triangle while I was stuck in my own.
VICTORIA
When it was time to open the door for Taij, I made sure that I was looking good. Damn good. Luckily, I was on my way to meet a booty call by the name of Mike at Eve’s in Riverdale, so I had a reason to look so tempting.
While Taij and I were together, I made sure to keep up my appearance since his lack of an erection always made me feel like something was wrong with me. I was always in the gym, always getting my hair done, and always made sure that I looked presentable and attractive.
Then I found out that his dick wasn’t getting hard for me because it was getting hard for someone else, so in result, I spent even more time making sure that I looked good to feel better about myself. So needless to say, my waist is twenty-four inches, my hips are forty-five inches, my stomach is lightly sprinkled with a six pack, and my 34’ DD breast stand up at full attention. With all that wrapped up in a tight black sweater dress that was so short that I couldn’t or shouldn’t sneeze, Taij was at a loss for words.
“You comin’ in?”
Before he could answer, I left him standing in the doorway gawking as I sat on the couch next to DeSire.
I liked fucking with Taij’s mind; especially since he left mine feeling like scrambled eggs. I’ve made it my mission to fuck his world up ever since our break up. Two months after we broke up, I had his ass in child support court. A couple of months later, after graduation, I moved his daughter back to Chicago. If he wasn’t the one that fucked my friends and let me find out by giving me a STD, he would probably hate me.
I think shame is what led him to move to Atlanta. The better I look, the more I establish myself as a successful Black woman, and the more property that I buy and investments that I make, the more unintelligent he feels for fucking up a good thing.
“Hey, baby,” Taij sang to DeSire as he picked her up and kissed her cheek.
She laughed and giggled as he held her in the air.
I asked him, “How long are you going to keep her?”
“Until Sunday.”
“At your mother’s?”
“Does it matter?”
“Since she’s my daughter, I believe it does.”
Of course, he rolled his eyes as if I was getting on his last nerves, but I didn’t care.
He still looked good, and I hated it. Every time he comes to town, I hope that he looks like every bit of a Cancer patient to make me feel better about losing him. But he looks just as good as he ever has. Atlanta has been good to him. Apparently, he’s down there working for Chase bank in some fancy position making seventy-five thousand dollars a year. I say apparently and don’t know many details because since his infidelity, I believe nothing he says. As long as I get those child support checks once a month that are of a satisfactory amount, I don’t care what he does.
“I don’t want to argue with you, Vic,” he said as he smiled at me. “You look good by the way.”
And in return of my anger, he continues to be nice to me. I believe deep down in that canine heart of his, he knows how royally he fucked up, so wouldn’t dare do anything but attempt to make up for it no matter how bad I treat him.
I just stared at him, hoping that he would leave as soon as possible so that I could get to the light-skinned brotha with a big dick who gives great head that was waiting for me on 144th Street.
Though I hate to see Taij coming, I love the freedom that I get when he visits. I feel so free; no worrying about picking DeSire up, feeding her, finding a babysitter, and no waking up at the crack of dawn just because she wants to coo and slob on me. I plan to stay up late and sleep until two o’clock in the afternoon, just to lie on the couch and do nothing until the evening when the cycle will start all over again.
When I walked up to Mike, who was standing at the bar, he looked all too excited to see me. Not to toot my own horn, but I was a damn good catch for him, so he worshipped my presence whenever I chose to bless him with it. Seeing as though Mike was a low-budget drug dealer from the West Side who’d never advanced to pushing weight, drove a 01’ Monte Carlo with that ignorant ass loud bass, and house hopped between his baby mama’s apartment and his mother’s house, he couldn’t understand why I dealt with him. In his head, getting action from me every now and then puts him under the impression that I’m his piece. However, the truth is that I take advantage of the great fuck and wonderful head during a dry spell or in immediate circumstances, since he asks how high when I say jump. When I strap that Magnum on him, I close my eyes and pretend that he’s the man of my dreams, the epitome of a prince, or the man that I want to marry… Until I climax and immediately get the fuck up and make my exit.
He wasn’t unattractive at all. Mike stood 6’4” and was about two hundred and fifteen pounds. He was a bright yellow complexion, but his features were dark, which gave him a Latino feel. And let’s not forget the big dick and great head. It was just his hood doctrine compared to my town home and graduate school that fucks everybody’s head up when they see me with him. I have graduated to at least Nordstrom when he still wears white tees that are three sizes too big and his pants around his ass.
Our chemistry was solely in the bedroom.
“What you drinkin’, shawty?”
Shawty. See? Just hood. I like it, but nobody else can know that I do. He could easily be compared to the juniors and seniors that I counsel at Kraton High. If any of the students or faculty saw me with Mike, they would swear that I was out with one of the students and my ass would be on NBC by morning.
“Mojito, please,” I answered him.
Mike told the bartender to prepare me a top shelf Mojito with a double shot. That put a smile on my face. The top shelf contents were to get me ready for a long night, and the double shot was for me to be able to withstand the strain of it.
It was Erotic Poetry night, so the lounge was packed with men and women who were ready to be turned on by Bambi Summers’ weekly show. Topless women in thongs and heels walked around serving strawberries and taking up gestures for lap dances in a private room in the back. I loved coming here because Bambi’s erotic poetry, along with the guest poets, always encouraged the current height of my sex drive.
As I scoured the crowd to measure the potential in the building, Mike began to say something regarding how good I looked, how much he missed me, and how busy he’s been. As I blatantly ignored him and eyed a very handsome chocolate man across the way, I laughed to myself at the way Mike offered the excuse of being “so busy” as if he were the one causing our distance. But for the sake of not pissing him off in order to ensure that I got the dick, I let him roll with it.
Then the handsome chocolate man across the way stood from his seat and appeared to be all of 5’6”. Quickly, I turned around and leaned into Mike.
These were the times that I missed Taij the most. I don’t miss him while I’m at work, because counseling youth is what I love to do. I don’t miss him while I’m at home, because my home is a place of relaxation and peace. And I’m not going to miss him tonight while I’m riding Mike. I do miss Taij when I am in an environment full of men and all of them are looking at me with lustful and unloving eyes,
wanting nothing but to take advantage of me and treat me like another notch on their belt. Granted, one or two of them may have good intentions, but for the most part, they all are dogs and I miss the love and security that I felt just last year.
At about one o’clock in the morning, I was on all fours in Mike’s bed with my dress around my waist and thong pulled to the side. The television was on, but I still muffled my moans of satisfaction into a pillow to keep from waking up his mother.
“Damn, girl,” Mike whispered. “Yea. Bounce on my shit.”
He encouraged me, and that turned me on. I found my rhythm and bounced back on his erection while trying hard to prevent a premature climax. As I bounced, Mike danced along with my rhythm while holding the back of my neck with one hand. As he squeezed my neck slightly, I felt my pussy getting wetter and wetter.
The pressure of his size was becoming unbearable as his excitement began to rise. His erection seemed to pulsate inside of me. I feared that I would no longer be able to muffle the songs of my pleasure.
We seemed to begin to fight; his sex against mine. I would run, but he was on my heels. Then I would dare his ego by bouncing back harder, deeper, and slower, while tightening my pussy muscles and allowing my walls to kiss the skin of his dick.
He asked, while slightly smirking at my efforts, “What you think you doin’?”
He seemed to want to fight-fuck, and I liked that. His dick in my stomach was what I had imagined all night, and finally my dreams had come true. And as he let go of my neck, held me around my waist by my dress, and rode me like a stallion, I silently thanked God for the experience.
LYRIC
I took a deep breath as I entered the kitchen. My mission was to get ice, but I really just needed a chance to unwind.
The surprise played out perfectly. During dinner at the Grand Lux Café, Bradley thanked me over and over again for a quiet, romantic birthday dinner, but I saw the urge to party and drink heavily all up in his face. He suggested that we stop by The Shadow Bar, a nightclub on Lake Street. Immediately, I declined, played the annoying fiancé role, and claimed that I wanted to just go home and make love to him.
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