by Rain, Renee
He asked her what she really thought in regards to being with Henry sexually. Two of his former girlfriends out right complained and it was odd to him that Sabrina hadn’t said a word since the party. She didn’t want to be honest about it, but it came out. “He was good.”
The look on Rome’s face was priceless. “He was good? Good like you would fuck him again good or he was really nice to you good?” He almost sounded desperate for an answer as she took a sip of her drink. He continued, “all the other women complain about him giving too much pressure for his size…..you liked it?”
She smiled. “Yes he was bigger, but he was really nice and gentle.” In reality, her back was in serious pain messing with that man. But she loved how attentive he was while stroking her.
She started to laugh and just shook her head. Rome looked in silence for a moment and then slid to sit next to her in the horse shoe shaped booth they were sitting in. He put his arm around her waist and started rubbing her side. “Sounds like there’s a side of Sabrina that’s tired of being tame.” He softly whispered into her ear and followed with a light breathing down her neck. “So how do you feel about women?” He asked with a look as if he were up to something. She told him that she doesn’t feel about women and left it at that. He pushed his drink back towards the middle of the table, laid more than enough money to cover the tab next to it and let her know that he was ready to go.
They both got into his car. He started the engine, rolled the windows down slightly, and then turned the engine off. He leaned over the console and stroked the back of his hand over her cheek. As he pulled her in closer, he told her how lucky he was to have met her. He started kissing her and talking intermittently telling her how sexy she was and asked her “when will you let that freak come all the way out?” She pulled away from him. Initially she just paused, then after a few moments; she got into the back seat, closed the door and told him to join her. “You want a little freak, come on back here,” she demanded. He rushed to join her. She had already begun taking her pants off and her blouse was unbuttoned halfway down.
There was just enough light from the club sign shining into the front window to allow them to see each other’s silhouettes’. “This is what I’m talking about,” he stated as he watched her stretch one leg across the back seat with the opposite foot on the floor. She ran her hand up her thigh and with two fingers she spread her labia and started playing with her clit. He began to move in closer. She ran her fingers across his lips and he began sucking on them. The feeling of his tongue on her fingers and hand was strangely arousing to her. She slowly began pushing his head down until his face was in between her thighs. She didn’t know what he was thinking about, but he licked and sucked her pussy so well, she was both amazed and offended by the intensity of her orgasm. As she lay back panting, he kissed her lips. “Baby we better head on home,” he whispered. Before Sabrina could respond, he was getting out of the backseat and closing the door.
She was pleased, but not satisfied. She wanted more of him. She put her clothes back on and got into the front passenger seat. He turned the radio on- jazz was his favorite. But she knew that he usually only listened to the radio while driving when he was stressed so this concerned her.
“So was that not how you wanted it?” She asked only to have him reply that he didn’t know what she was talking about. The drive was long and quiet. She didn’t know if he was pissed off or if he just had too much to drink and needed to concentrate on the road.
When they pulled up to her building, she placed her purse on her shoulder. He grabbed her wrist as she was getting ready to exit the car. The first thing she thought was ‘this man has lost his mind grabbing me like this’. When she turned to look at him, she saw that his eyes were glazy looking. “Can I come in?” She wanted to ask him why, but the look in his red, glassy looking eyes told her exactly what he wanted. They entered the unit and he locked the door behind him just before pulling her close to him. “You know I can’t fuck you in a parking lot like some whore,” he said as he started unbuttoning her blouse. Kissing and pulling at each other’s clothes, they eventually found themselves in her bed. Feeling him in her after those brief, yet tense moments was just what she needed. It must have been the most passionate night they had spent with each other. Changing positions, licking different spots all while Sabrina was hoping the neighbors wouldn’t complain about her headboard hitting the wall. After going at it for nearly an hour, they found themselves lying in bed completely relaxed and both fell asleep fast.
They continued their lives working like crazy during the week and partying with their friends every few weekends. Yes, Sabrina evolved and grew to love swapping. She and Tamera kept in touch and visited each other as usual. But she couldn’t bring herself to tell her friend what she was doing with Rome and his friends. Although she always loved her like a sister, she couldn’t face the possible judgment she might have brought on her.
At one party Todd pulled her key and she was greatly disappointed. She thought that she might as well been hooked up with their shorter friend Kent. Todd tried to please her, but he climaxed a lot sooner than she would have liked. The only thing that compensated was his wife coming back early. Henry pulled her key and she didn’t want to have sex with him. “Everyone has their own preference,” Sabrina said as Janet explained why she was back. It wasn’t a big deal though because by time she came home, Todd and Sabrina were on the bed in a guest room naked, but just watching T.V. Sabrina thought to leave, but Janet stared her up and down and asked her to stay. Sabrina was always one to say that she would never have sex with another woman, so she couldn’t understand why she wasn’t feeling defensive when Janet started telling her how attractive she found her to be.
She blamed the alcohol after she found herself admiring how curvy Janet was and how full her breasts were. “So is all of this new to you?” Janet asked as she pulled her dress up over her head. Sabrina knew just what she meant and slowly shook her head ‘yes’. “Well,” she stated as she took her bra off, “how about if we just play around and see if I can find something you like.” She decided to straddle herself on top of her and Sabrina didn’t think about resisting. Janet smelled so good she couldn’t help but to turn her face into her neck and breathe in her scent. Kissing her was exciting. When Janet kissed Sabrina’s breast and down her stomach, she started to feel nervous, but that quickly resolved when Janet spread her legs.
She looked up and saw Todd stroking himself as he watched. He loved seeing his wife perform on other women. This was part of the reason the lifestyle was so attractive to him. When Janet got up on her knees, he moved behind her. As he stroked her from behind, he stared at Sabrina. She didn’t know what was on his mind, but she kept wondering why they don’t just enjoy each other. He closed his eyes and started giving it to Janet faster. As he picked up his pace, Janet’s performance on Sabrina got even better. Sabrina felt her body beginning to quiver.
When they were done, Sabrina was quiet. It was partly due to shock and partly due to shame. She was relieved when Janet told her that she and Todd won’t tell anybody. “There’s one other female who likes a little girl play, but we keep it between ourselves. And it’s not Rachel ’s crazy ass. But maybe next time you’ll get to play and you and I can swap positions.” Janet said as she put on a robe and walked her to the door. Todd should be happy to have such a pleasing wife was the only thing Sabrina could think.
At the end of most parties, Sabrina would somehow end up with Henry. While the other women would have a smirk on their faces, Sabrina knew she would be in for a night of mental and physical pleasure. Henry talked a lot when they were alone. His last name, St. Pierre, was passed down from his father’s family in Louisiana. He has one sister and his mother. The two lived in Louisiana in the house Henry bought for himself to retire in. She learned what turns him on and off, his favorite foods, and even stuff about his childhood. She loved talking to him about his dreams for the future. He owned two clubs, a small strip mal
l that he rented out office and storefront space plus had his eye on a third club location. He even shared with her that he and Rachel didn’t have sex often and he thought she may be more into women than men. Because the sex was always great between the two of them; Sabrina never questioned who else he was having sex with.
Henry constantly asked her to stop swapping; he wanted her to only see him outside of Rome. In reality, he wanted her to stop seeing Rome as well but knew that he couldn’t possibly ask her to do that being he was married. It all seemed crazy to her, but after a few parties, she started declining Rome whenever he asked her to go to one with him. She agreed to see Henry outside of the arranged swap-dates and the two kept it between themselves.
Henry kept a suite at an upscale hotel for the two to meet at every Tuesday, but sometimes they met on Mondays as well. It wasn’t always sex; many times they just talked and cuddled. She hated that he was married and that he was a close friend of Rome’s, but she didn’t think that either of them could help the attraction- it was obviously beyond physical. One Tuesday, he shared that he wasn’t always happy with his lifestyle, but he wanted to keep Rachel happy.
“Sometimes I wish that she would just up and leave. But I know that will never happen.” He let out a short sigh, “I told her if she gives me something, I’d kill her. And she claims she’d kill herself,” he laughed. “But as long as she’s being careful, I’ll roll with it. It’s just sex…right?” He looked with a sad expression as he poured a drink. It bothered Sabrina that he was so sweet and seemed to be in such a conflicting situation. She was sure that at one time, he enjoyed all the random sex, but somewhere along the line, his heart changed. Sadly, she only started it to please Rome and she was already bored with it. That was the Tuesday she decided to have Henry pull his pants down and lean back. She sucked his dick with all her heart. Even after he erupted, she kept sucking. This was something she could never bring herself to do with Rome, but Henry’s taste wasn’t bitter or sour. It was almost sweet. Besides- she needed to make sure he was relaxed. She felt it was her obligation.
She enjoyed Henry’s conversation and sex far more than Rome’s. She often thought about Henry when they weren’t together. Knowing he was from Louisiana, she joked to herself saying that he must have laced her with something that made her want him so much. He impeded her thoughts when she would be doing simple things like laundry. Now she and Rome still had their Wednesday dates- but she cancelled more than she kept. Although when they were together-it was as if they were only with each other- the sex between the two was getting less frequent.
Thursdays and Fridays were busy for Sabrina, but they were fast days so she never minded. One Friday, she hadn’t heard from Rome since he left her place the previous morning, but she figured he must have been having a busy spell as well. There had been times when they would go a day or two without communication, so it was not a big issue. Although it crossed her mind, she never stopped past his office unless she was invited, but she was sure he would be in touch. That evening, she called him on her way home from work, but there was no answer. She left a message for him to call back but after 3 hours she heard nothing from him. This was unusual because although they have gone without contact, if one reached out, there would always be a response within a reasonable amount of time.
After getting no response from Rome, she decided to call Tamera to see if she was home. She was usually home on Friday nights, but always knew what was going on in the streets, church and even at the commissioner’s office. She asked if she would mind her stopping by and of course she was welcomed.
Tamera was sitting on the porch when Sabrina pulled up. “Girl you really need to quit smoking,” Sabrina yelled in a sarcastic manner as she walked onto the porch. She had been trying to get her to stop smoking for years, but Tamera’s motto has always been, “This girl has to die from something, so she might as well be happy.” She sat in a chair that was on the opposite side of the table from where she was sitting. Tamera loved her white wines and had a glass waiting for Sabrina.
“So nosey T, what are the streets saying now?” She asked as she hooked her purse on the back of the chair. Tamera looked straight ahead, took two more puffs of her cigarette before answering. “Hmm, girl the streets is saying that you a little freak and you be off with Rome at these special par-ties.” She tilted her head sideways and looked at Sabrina as she sat in disbelief of the words that came out of her friends mouth. “No, no, no…what do you mean by ‘special parties?” She replied in a defensive tone. Tamera shook her head back and forth. “Girl, you know Rome used to mess with Tameka right?” She waited for her to nod her head. “Okay, Tameka’s sister lives three doors down and she know the real deal on why Tameka and Rome broke up.” Tamera lit up another cigarette and leaned back.
She told Sabrina that after one Wednesday evenings HOA meeting, she and a neighbor, Khisha, were trying to figure out how they knew each other. They realized they had a few friends in common and then Rome’s name came up. Khisha told her that Tameka, her sister, left Rome because she wasn’t into the risqué lifestyle he likes. Sabrina felt her stomach sinking and drank every drop of wine in her glass. “Girl I didn’t tell her your name, I just told her that a chick I know is seeing a guy named Rome.” Of course she made sure to say this in her own defense. “But you know what was funny…she knew that Henry had a club, Scott owned a hotel north of town and that they all like lots of women, but she didn’t know that Henry and Scott were both married.” She tapped her hand on the table as she laughed then jokingly asked if she could have any of the guys numbers.
Sabrina was speechless. She thought the city was too big for everyone to know somebody who knows something about everybody. “But you my girl, and if you into that swinging and swapping mess, that’s on you, just be careful. And don’t come to me talking about can I spend the night with you and Rome…Okay?” She laughed and then gave a serious look letting her know that she meant what she said. Sabrina told her that it wasn’t what she thought and that she wasn’t really into that stuff. “Furthermore, you’re my girl and if I did roll like that, I wouldn’t jeopardize our friendship on some bullshit.” She saw her looking as if she didn’t believe her. “Girl look, it’s not like that at all,” Sabrina reiterated.
Why did she feel a need to explain herself to her? Did she really care about what Tamera thought concerning the way she was choosing to live? They never kept secrets from each other and she felt herself breaking. “There’s no point in me trying to lie to you now,” she stated as she admitted that she had been playing their game.
“Wow. Girl, I would have taken that one to the grave with me,” Tamera said in a surprised tone. She told her about Henry. She wasn’t sure why she told her because even though she’s no saint, stepping into marriages is something that Tamera would not justify in any situation. She really wasn’t thrilled about Sabrina confiding that she had feelings for him. She couldn’t understand why a married couple would be okay with the other sleeping around. She told her that she wasn’t sure that Henry was sleeping with anyone other than her and Tamera just looked at her. Sabrina told her that she was sure it was just a case of him being in a situation where it would cost him too much to leave her.
“Girl, don’t be a fool,” she stated in a sharp tone. “Don’t you sit here for one moment thinking that you two will be an item. Look at my life.” Sabrina should have expected that response from her; after all, Tamera had her heart broken by a married man four years ago. It wasn’t until she was 5 months pregnant that she found out he was married. He was always taking her out to dinner and the weekend trips out of town to meet his family threw her completely off. When she finally worked up the nerves to tell him that she was carrying his child, he told her that she couldn’t have his baby because he was married. She was devastated. Abortion wasn’t an option, but she didn’t want the shame of being known as the other woman. After the birth of her baby girl, they took a paternity test. He received the DNA results at his office and
was quick to call her to work out an agreement so that she would keep quiet. The upside was that he paid for her house in full, bought her an SUV and gave her $50,000 in savings bonds. The down side was that this was a payoff to never reveal who the father of her daughter Lana was. Sabrina was the only other person who knew his identity and actually saw the results of the DNA tests. Despite not agreeing with the choice Tamera made, Sabrina promised her friend that she would only tell who Lana’s biological father was, if she had passed away before Lana became an adult.
“So what did you do with that blank letter head I gave you from the health department?” Tamera asked. Sabrina asked her for one a couple weeks ago and was hoping that she wouldn’t ask what happened with it. She told her that she was going to send Rome a letter with some fake lab results to see if he would tell her if he ever got an ill report. “Girl I spilled some spaghetti sauce on it before I could type it up and threw it out”. Sabrina got quiet. Tamera asked if she wanted some more wine but she told her that she was going to pass since she had to drive home. They sat on the porch laughing and talking for over 2 hours before Sabrina decided to leave.
During her whole drive she kept looking at her phone. She was getting upset that Rome had not called in all this time. When she got home, she showered and started her nightly routine of putting her hair up. She looked at her phone again, still nothing from Rome. She started thinking about Henry. “Hmm, Rome doesn’t want to talk to me, but I bet Henry does,” she said to herself as she started looking through the closet for an outfit to wear out. Red thong panties, with an animal print push up bra covered up by a short, black, stretch-satin tube dress that zipped from top to bottom in both the front and back. She put on some red patent-leather peep toed pumps and gave herself two thumbs up as she looked at herself one final time on the way out the door.
