Authors: Shareef Jaudon
“Yeah, I mean look at who you’re with.”
Kayla pointed a finger with a red polished nail at Dallas.
I sighed and shook my head a little, “Baby, I love women. It don’t matter to me if you’re slim, short or thick. Some of the sexiest women I’ve met have been full figured. Sexy is sexy no matter the shape. I’ll explore every square inch of you.”
I made sure to make direct eye contact with our shy waitress as I corrected her inaccurate opinion of me. With her mouth slightly open she just stared at me. Her full breasts rose and fell slightly with each breath she took.
“Well, ummmm ahhh, I get off in like 20 minutes. We all could get together for a drink if that’s ok?”
Dallas grinned at me. “I’m down if you are baby.”
She was instigating on purpose. She knew damn well I wasn’t about to bust a grape. Had Kayla said something that night it would have been on, but it just wasn’t that type of party today and Dallas knew that shit.
I nodded at Dallas, “Unfortunately, she won’t be able to make it, but I would love to have a drink with you. We could talk as friends and get to know each other a little better.”
Kayla smiled showing that sexy gap and rubbed the back of her short caramel colored hair. She looked a little confused when I said Dallas wasn’t invited, but quickly got over that.
“So, she’s
not
your woman?” Kayla pointed that pretty red tip finger again.
“Naw…she’s my ex.”
Dallas clenched her jaws under her smooth cheeks. She didn’t like that true statement one bit and it showed all over her face.
Ok, so it’s jus’ gonna be us two then? That’s cool with me.”
“I’m upfront with my shit.” I leaned back in the booth. “I have another girlfriend now and she’s pregnant with our first child. She’s
very open minded, is sweet as
sugar and I think she would love you. Let’s talk later so I can tell her all about you. Is that alright?”
Kayla smiled even wider this time.
“Damn, you’re jus’ full of surprises aren’t you?”
“I’m anti boring.” I grinned.
“You know, being a waitress for as long as I have makes you an expert at reading people and dissecting situations. I’ve seen it all.”
Surprisingly, Dallas was quiet through all of this and just listened with her hand under her chin.
I shifted in my seat a little. “So what do you see here?”
Kayla moved her gaze from me to Dallas and then back to me again.
“Well since you said she’s your ex my first thought was ya’ll was having a lil secret rendezvous. I changed my mind when you mentioned your current girlfriend and the fact that she was pregnant. No man that is sneakin’ around mentions his pregnant girlfriend to a woman he’s thinkin’ ‘bout sleepin’ with. Now, when you said you
would
have that drink with me, but as friends, I knew you were sincere. Again, no man says unnecessary shit on purpose that might hurt his chance to get some new ass. So you got brownie points right there. I’m comfortable having a drink or two with you cuz you didn’t lie about your situation. And last, if your new girlfriend is as open minded as you say, then this lovely lady in front me probably knows her. Since you made it a point to let me know that she’s your ex my guess is she’s not happy about it and she wants you back.”
I busted out laughing at the table causing everyone in the restaurant to look in our direction. Now this woman should work for a hotline. Fuck those fake ass fortunetellers. She was on point!
“I’m right aint I?” She pointed her finger at me.
“Yes, you are Kayla.” I said in between chuckles.
Dallas on the other hand was furious.
“I don’t find a damn thing funny Tyce and as for you, I’ll have a Washington apple. Matter of fact make it a double you fake ass gypsy.”
Take Me Seriously
The day after the spoiled lunch date I found myself replaying the episode while I soaked in my oval tub. I hoped the stinging hot water would help put out the fire in my soul. I thought the mini mountains of soapy white suds would bury the discontent I felt in my heart. I sunk all but my head in the water praying it would drown my sorrows. But in the end, I was just as unhappy and filled with anger as I was before; the only difference now was that I was wet and clean.
The cool air hugged my shiny body as I stepped out of the tub. My triple cotton pink robe hung lazily from a peg on the back of my bathroom door. I started to reach for it but changed my mind opting to air dry instead.
Five minutes later I was stretched out on my bed lying next to an overpriced crystal ashtray, smoking a clove cigarette, while using my favorite vibrator. I exhaled the sweet smoke closing my eyes slowly. I suddenly found myself wishing I had four hands so I could touch myself. I would use one to massage my clit with the powerful toy, one to hold my cigarette, one to rub my titties, and with the fourth one I’d use to choke myself. Having a breathless orgasm was the fucking shit. Unfortunately I only had two hands, so they would have to do for now.
I pushed the button to change speeds on my little bullet. The hot pink toy buzzed and danced on my pulsating clit causing me to gasp. I took another drag from my cigarette and accepted the wonderful feeling spreading from my tingling pussy. Tiny explosions of sexual bursts worked their way up my spine. My thighs began to quiver as I moved my heels toward the bottom of my ass and opened my knees like a book.
I imagined Tyce on top of me, working his thick ass dick inside my tight tunnel. I felt his ab muscles flexing against my stomach as he moved his waist in slow winding circles. I could taste his skin on my tongue as I pictured myself biting his warm shoulder. I inhaled the smoke and held it in my lungs-it remained trapped inside until I felt a billion microscopic rain drops drizzle all over my entire body. I exhaled and kept my eyes closed.
I wished that moment would last forever.
Why couldn’t orgasms last forever?
Why couldn’t I have him?
I opened my eyes staring at the antique ceiling fan that was going around and around. I suddenly felt rage. I wanted to grab something and break it. I needed to destroy something so badly that it made my head hurt. The mattress creaked as I sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. The vibrator was traded in for another little gadget as I snatched my phone from the night stand. I flicked the ashes from my cigarette uncaringly onto the carpet and took another drag. Smoke filled the room as I made a call to an old friend who would do anything I wanted. All I had to do was ask.
The phone rang in my left ear before he answered.
“Hello.”
“How you doin’ baby?”
“Dallas, is that you?”
“You bet your sweet ass it is.”
“Well slap me and call me surprised. How’s the sexiest woman in California doing these days?”
I crossed my bare legs shaking my foot lightly.
“She’s doin’ jus’ fine.”
The gentlemen on the other end of the line responded with a little enthusiasm seasoned in his voice.
“Is this uhhh a business call or a pleasure call?”
“Well, it’s always a
pleasure
to talk to you, but this is a business call baby.”
“Well what can I do for you honey. God knows you’ve done a lot for me. Every time I think about our time together my cock just about jumps out my pants.” He said with a slight Texas accent.
“Well it’s good to know I’m still missed, but if you have a minute I’d like to request a small favor of you.”
“Just name it baby doll and I’ll see what I can do.”
I took another drag from my cigarette and blew the smoke out before asking an important question.
“Can you get me some coke?”
Grandmother
Pamela was shopping for baby stuff at a local Target store late in the afternoon. This was her fourth trip to the store in only three days. The problem was every time she thought she’d bought everything her new grandchild would need-she remembered something else. So the weekly ritual would start all over again and she would return to her house with a trunk full of infant merchandise.
In her mind she didn’t want Tyce and Angelique to have to pack anything when she watched the baby. Pamela wanted to already have whatever she or the newborn might possibly need. Her house would be a home away from home for the little prince or princess. After all, this was her very first grandchild but hopefully not the last.
The past several months had been the most peaceful and joyous time she could recall. Her friend roster remained short but she added a new person to the minimal list. She shared a ever growing bond with Gloria that got stronger by the day. The two women spent hours and hours together laughing and sharing both personal and humorous stories. Gloria loved
any
movie with Denzel Washington in it and made Pamela sit and watch them with her. At first Pamela was reluctant to participate in movie night, but after she saw the movie Glory-she instantly became a fan as well.
“That’s a good looking man right there!”
Pamela said with a mouthful of popcorn while she sat on Gloria’s couch late one Friday night.
“I told you, Denzel is talented and handsome.”
Gloria co-signed munching on some honey roasted peanuts. Pamela watched the screen intensely; never taking her eyes off it.
“If I saw a man that walked like that I’d follow him anywhere!” Pamela pointed her greasy finger to accentuate her statement.
“Amen. I told you girl and you thought I was playing.”
Pamela tried to explain, “I just never really paid much attention to him.”
“I bet you will now huh?” Gloria teased.
“I sure will. That is one truly delicious man.”
From that point on Gloria no longer had to force her friend to join her for movie night. Pamela was more than willing to come over. She even brought the snacks and the wine. Hours would fly by like a speeding train when they were together. Conversation traveled to many different realms but the one topic that remained popular above all others was their son and his new baby.