Authors: Velvet
Naomi pulled over on the shoulder and exhaled hard. “Alright, I’m off the road with all of those no-driving assholes,” she said, still fuming.
“Good. Now, tell me why you’re so upset. Are you seriously thinking about divorcing Jacob?” Kennedy asked hesitantly.
“I should divorce him for letting Tyler move in without even consulting me!” Naomi spat out.
“Tyler who?”
“Jacob’s sister.”
“Oh, yeah. I thought she lived in Atlanta. When is . . . hold on, my other line is ringing.” After a few seconds, Kennedy came back on the line. “Sorry about that. It was an annoying telemarketer. Now, tell me, when is she moving in? But I guess the question should be, why is she moving in?”
“She broke up with her girlfriend and moved out of the house with no place to go.” Naomi recounted the story that Jacob told her over the phone. “But the kicker is that he didn’t even ask me before he invited her to move in with us. He basically
told
me after the fact.”
“What! You’ve got to be kidding. It’s your house too, and that should’ve been a joint decision.”
“That’s exactly what I think, but obviously Jacob thinks totally differently. Evidently she played the defenseless little sister, damsel in distress role with her gay ass.”
“Now, now, no name-calling.”
“To each his own as far as I’m concerned, but this is a little too close to home. I mean, Tyler is okay. I just don’t want her bringing that homo mess into my house,” Naomi said, hitting the steering wheel with her fist out of frustration.
Naomi was homophobic. When she was a teenager, Naomi’s favorite cousin, Roselyn, moved in with her family. Naomi and Roselyn were as thick as thieves and did everything together, until Roselyn started hanging out with the girl next door. Naomi tried to include herself on their trips to the mall and to the movies, but Roselyn would always have an excuse as to why Naomi couldn’t come along. Naomi became jealous and resentful. She wanted desperately to be a part of their two-person clique, but was kicked to the curb and didn’t understand why, until one day she came home early from school and caught Roselyn in bed with the girl next door. Naomi stood in the doorway in horror as she watched them suck each other’s breasts. Naomi nearly threw up. She couldn’t understand how two people of the same sex could be attracted to each other. Even as a teenager, she felt it was unnatural for two women to be intimately involved. Naomi never told Roselyn what she saw that day, she just distanced herself from her cousin and had carried around her prejudice ever since.
“Naomi, you’re being paranoid. She probably just needs a little support. After all, she did catch her girlfriend in the mix with a
man,
” Kennedy said, commenting on the thirdhand information filtered down from Tyler, to Jacob, to Naomi, and now to her. “How devastating must that have been?” she asked, trying to see Tyler’s point of view.
“Well, let her move in with you, since you’re so damn liberal.” Naomi couldn’t believe Kennedy. She was fuming mad, on the verge of rupturing a vessel, and Kennedy was sounding so damn calm and cavalier. “I thought you were on my side.”
“I didn’t know there were sides,” she shot back.
“You know what I mean.” Naomi exhaled loudly. “I just don’t
need the extra stress. With Jacob putting in 140 hours a week, who do you think will have to deal with her on a daily basis? Certainly not Mr. Workaholic.” She banged the steering wheel again.
“Naomi, I’m sure it’s not going to be that bad. With her living in Atlanta all these years, you guys haven’t had the opportunity to get to know each other. Give her a chance. She’s probably really a cool person.” Kennedy thought back to Naomi and Jacob’s rehearsal dinner and remembered the heart-warming speech Tyler gave. From her tender words everyone could see how much she loved her brother. She wasn’t hard-core like some gay women. She was artsy and stylish.
Naomi wouldn’t relent. “Cool or not, I don’t want to live with a lesbian.”
“Well, it’s not like she’s going to be sleeping in the same bed with you.”
“Ugh, don’t be lewd.” Naomi looked at the clock on the dash. She had fifteen minutes to make it to SoHo. She put the car in gear and pulled back into traffic.
“Just give the girl a break. After all, she is your sister-in-law,” Kennedy said, trying to be the voice of reason.
“You sound like Jacob. Anyway, it doesn’t matter what I think, since she’s moving in as we speak. I’m so glad I’m out of the house this afternoon, because I don’t feel like rolling out the welcome runner and pretending like everything is hunky-dory.”
“Play nice.” Kennedy laughed.
“Are you laughing at me?”
“I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing with you.”
“But I’m not laughing.” She was dead serious. “I’ll talk to you later.” Naomi expected more support from her best friend and since she wasn’t getting it, she didn’t have time to be Kennedy’s source of amusement for the afternoon.
“Are you mad, Naomi?” Kennedy asked, sensing her mood.
“No, but I’m hanging up now because I’m running late and need to concentrate on driving.”
“Okay. Call me tonight and let me know how the move went.”
“Yeah, okay. Talk to you later,” she said, disconnecting the line.
Naomi was still fuming, and began to babble. “I called her for support and she’s talking about ‘give the girl a break.’ I know what I’m going to give her and that’s a month of free room and board. After that, girlfriend is on her own. Since Jacob was bold enough to
tell
me his sister is moving in, I’m going to be bold enough to
tell
him that she only has four weeks to figure it out.”
“Jacob. Work,” she spoke into the speaker. A second later, the automatic dial had connected her to his office.
“Good afternoon. Mr. Reed’s office,” answered his secretary.
“Hi, Charlotte. Is he in?”
“Hello, Mrs. Reed. Actually, he’s in a meeting. Do you want me to interrupt him?”
She thought about it for a second, but decided not to disturb him.
Since he didn’t have the decency to consult me before he made a decision that affected us both, why should I consult him now? I’ll tell Tyler myself that she has a month to find a place, and if Jacob doesn’t like it, then too bad
. “No, Charlotte, don’t interrupt his meeting. I’ll speak to him later.”
After hanging up, she turned the radio to the easy jazz station and sang along with Celine Dion. Now that Naomi had regained her power, she immediately felt better. And would feel even better once she let Tyler know that
her
home wasn’t some damn Motel 6!
MIRA COULDN
’
T
get Sam’s words out of her head.
It’s over
kept ringing in her ears as if it were on rewind. Mira had called Sam earlier that day for one of their afternoon lovemaking sessions. She expected Sam to drop everything like she had done so many times before, but Sam dropped a bomb on her instead, and abruptly ended their relationship. She said that Mira was too clingy and demanding. Sam also said that she, too, had a business to run, and couldn’t afford to drop her clients at a moment’s notice for a booty call. Mira was hurt. She had grown accustomed to Sam being at her beck and call. Mira was used to getting her way. Midway through her adolescence, GG stepped in and moved Mira in with her. Rose gladly gave up her daughter. She preferred spending time partying to taking care of a child. Trying to make up for the neglect, GG spoiled Mira to death, giving her anything she wanted. Now as an adult Mira still expected people to give in to her whims. But Sam had had enough.
Not being the sulking or begging type, Mira didn’t skip a
beat. She was a realist, and knew there was no sense in trying to talk someone into being with you when they obviously didn’t want to. However, she was still horny, and determined to have sex. Since Sam was now history, she dusted off her custom-made Venetian mask, put on a gold thong and gold stilettos, wrapped herself in a black satin evening coat, and headed out the door.
Mira had been a member of the Black Door since they first opened. She wasn’t a regular, but kept her membership active in case of a sexual emergency, and tonight definitely qualified as urgent.
The cab ride up the West Side Highway was smooth sailing. It was late at night, and traffic was light. Mira paid the driver once he pulled up in front of the club, but before exiting, she strapped on her mask, adjusted the belt around her coat, and stepped out. Mira sauntered toward the black shiny door and tapped lightly.
A tiny window slid open, and all she could see was a pair of piercing, coal black eyes. “Password, please,” the keeper of the gate demanded in a deep, baritone voice.
“Powerbroker Pussy,” Mira replied. She noticed his eyes glancing down, as if he were looking at some type of list. A few seconds later, she heard a bolt slide, and then he opened the door.
“I don’t need tweaking,” she said to him before he asked. Having been to the club a few times before, Mira knew that the doorman digitally stimulated the members once they stepped inside. Her pussy was already moist, therefore she didn’t need his fingers roaming across her clit. Mira walked into the main parlor, but bypassed the vodka fountain. She didn’t need any liquid encouragement either. The only thing she needed was to get laid, and that’s exactly what she intended to do, so she headed directly to the second level looking for lust.
Once upstairs, Mira untied her belt. As she walked down the hallway, her coat flowed open, exposing her bare breasts, tight torso, and tiny thong. The club was lively, and Mira slowed her
pace to get an eyeful of the activities that were taking place. Her peripheral vision caught sight of a server nailing a member against the wall. The woman’s legs were wrapped around his waist, and he was gripping her naked ass as he rammed his rod deep into her hot box. Mira heard the woman moan out in ecstasy.
Get that dick, girl,
Mira mused as she passed them.
Mira decided to go into the Pink Room, which was where most of the lesbians hung out. Everything in the room was pink, from the furniture to the carpeting to the cocktails. Mira removed her coat and settled herself on one of the vacant sofas.
“Hmm, don’t you look tasty?”
Mira looked up and standing before her was a member wearing a white wife-beater, a pair of tight jeans, and a tangerine mask. The woman bore a striking resemblance to Sam. Mira couldn’t see her entire face, but her muscular body was a dead ringer. Suddenly Sam’s words,
It’s over,
started ringing in her ears again. Mira thought she wanted her clit licked by a chick, but the pain of Sam’s rejection was too fresh. And after seeing the couple fucking in the hallway, she decided that she wanted some dick instead. “Excuse me,” she said to the member as she got up to leave.
“Where’re you going?” the woman asked.
“To get laid. Now if you’ll excuse me,” she said again.
Mira made her way to the Leopard Lounge, sat at the bar, and perused the room. It was too dark to make out much of anything, so she ordered a Cumtini and waited to get propositioned. With her firm breasts exposed, it didn’t take long for a server to approach.
“Hey, sexy.”
“Hey, yourself.” Mira swiveled around on the bar stool to get a better look. She couldn’t see the bottom half of his face clearly, but his neck was thick, like a linebacker’s.
I wonder if his dick is as thick
. Her eyes continued down his body, stopping at his muscular
chest and continuing onto his taut midsection, then traveled south beyond the waistband of his jeans. Even though it was dark, she could see the bulge protruding from his jeans. She swallowed hard. Mira hadn’t had a real penis inside of her body since her engagement, and up until now, she hadn’t missed it.
“You up for some fun?” he asked, glaring at her boobs.
Mira crossed her legs and poked her chest out farther. “What did you have in mind?”
He stepped closer, so that his cock brushed against her thigh. “I’m thinking first you might want to find out what I’m packing.”
She could feel him admiring her assets, and it made her feel like a woman. Not that being with another female made her feel any less feminine, but somehow a man’s appreciation of her body was more gratifying. Mira equated the feeling to her being more bisexual than homosexual, but at the moment she was feeling totally heterosexual. At his invitation, she began caressing his package. It was warm and hard. She slowly unzipped his jeans, careful not to catch his peter in the process. She then reached inside and pulled out what he had to offer. His offering was more than substantial. Not only was he long, but the circumference of his penis was thicker than two silver dollars wielded together. “Nice,” Mira heard herself say.
“You like what you see?”
She rubbed the round tip. “Yes, I do.”
“You want what you see?”
Their verbal foreplay was making her hotter. “Yes.”
He leaned down and lightly kissed the soft skin in between her breasts, and then trailed his tongue from one nipple to the next, until he heard her gasp. “Come on,” he whispered in her ear.
Mira stepped off the stool and followed him to the back of the lounge where the private booths were. He sat down and pulled her on top of him. She straddled him until she could feel his girth grow beneath her moistness. “Fuck me,” she hissed in his ear.
“Slow down, little lady,” he said, resting his hands on her hips.
Mira was accustomed to being in control and didn’t like taking a backseat. “What’s the problem? Can’t you keep it up?”
He lifted his hips and poked his penis deeper against her vulva. “Does this feel up to you?”
Mira couldn’t help but smile. His dick was harder than earlier, and the tip was wedging its way past the thin thong into her waiting canal. She opened her legs wider to allow him easier access. “Now that it’s up, why don’t you follow through and complete the task?” she said, sounding like the CEO that she was.
He didn’t say another word. He grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands, spreading them apart. He then rammed her once with his weapon, stopped, waited a few seconds, and rammed her again. His rhythm was erratic, and it was driving her crazy trying to anticipate his next thrust. “Come on. Give it to me!”