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Authors: Electa Rome Parks
The Ties That Bind (12 page)
I’m not some stupid, uneducated sister who is going to stand by and let her man beat her down to the ground or under the ground. I love him, but I am not going to love him to death. Right now, we are still getting used to each other.
I drove down to Georgia yesterday and my mother-in-law, Vivica, has made things pleasant enough for me. She is such a kind, gentle lady. I really like and admire her. Her only annoying habit is asking me about grandchildren all the time. I am not ready for children yet; someday, but not this day. I haven’t even started my career yet. I would love to have a beautiful daughter to spoil and love, and of course she would be the spitting image of me. And Brice isn’t ready either. Right now, I’m his baby.
The night before I left for Georgia, he was ever so gentle in our lovemaking. He knew I was still pissed. The man knows how to make me feel soooo good when he wants to though. Brice is not a selfish lover like some men; he wants me to get mine too. In fact, I think he enjoys seeing me come just as much as he likes coming. It proves to him that he is a real man when I am squirming and moaning underneath him. Brice has such an ego that has to be stroked. No, needs to be stroked. I will stroke that ego any day if he continues to stroke my body like he did the other night. And we did it on the bathroom counter again before I walked out the door for my long trip. He was stroking me long and deep from behind, rubbing my breasts and whispering for me not to see any of my old boyfriends once I hit town. I was like, “Okay, baby. Anything you say. Just don’t stop what you are doing . . . It feels so good.”
Guess who showed up last night? Christian. He said that he changed his mind about spending a lonely Christmas on base. I know that Brice called him and asked him to come. Sometimes I wonder what hold Brice has over Christian. I guess they are just good friends.
I was so happy to see him. Lately he has been different. I can’t explain how, but something is different about him. Sometimes when he is over and we are watching TV or talking, I’ll see something in his eyes, or sometimes I will turn to say something to him and catch him staring at me, and he will turn away as if I have caught him at something.
Christian and I talk about all sorts of things. He is like the big brother that I never had. We can talk about everything and anything and I don’t feel embarrassed. One night, we were watching this very steamy, sexy flick, on HBO, and I could tell that it was turning him on. So I playfully asked, “Christian, how do you like to make love? What’s your technique?”
Christian looked at me like I was retarded or close to it. “Mia, what kind of question is that?”
“Christian, what don’t you understand about it? HOW-DO-YOU-MAKE-LOVE?”
I could see the beginnings of a smile forming on his lips as he looked at me and said, “Mia, you better stop all that flirting that you do so well; it’s going to get your ass in trouble one day.You’re going to get something or someone you can’t handle. I know Brice doesn’t—”
“Christian, Brice doesn’t own me. I am only married to him. Educate me. I want to know what you like. You can ask me anything too, and I’ll answer. Okay?”
“Why do you want to know what I like? Are you going to do something for me?”
“No, but I can pass the info on to Susan.”
“You don’t give up, do you? I told you that I’m not interested in Susan,” he said with a smile.
“Well . . . ?”
“Well, what?”
“Tell me.”
Christian looked at me for a moment and then he went on to describe in graphic detail how he liked oral sex and what he would do to his lover and what he liked for his partner to do to him. By the time he was finished, I was extremely embarrassed, and I blushed like a virgin.
That was one thing that Brice wasn’t into, at least not on the giving end. He would try to push my head down there in a minute. Usually, I would just kiss around it, below it, to the side of it, kiss it and move on, but one night he was pissed at me about something. I can’t remember what because he was always pissed at me about something or other. Oh, he thought I had flirted with this salesman at the mall, at the cosmetics counter. Anyway, Brice was determined that I was going to “go downtown,” as my punishment, I guess. He knew I didn’t like doing that, not even for him. He wouldn’t relent until I did it. My tears and gagging didn’t stop him. He gave me a mouthful and then some. Just thinking about that makes me so mad. Brice can treat me like shit when he wants to. I didn’t speak to him for about a week after that.
Getting back to Christian, I tried to change the subject, but he wouldn’t let me, and by now there was moisture between my legs and a craving that needed to be filled.
“Now, I know that would have you screaming out Brice’s name if he did that shit to you. Oh, Brice . . . Oh, baby . . .” he said as he laughed hysterically. “I know that you can get loud. I remember that night in Georgia.
“Now it’s my turn,” he stated after he had calmed down.
“What do you mean?” I asked once I recovered from my embarrassment.
“Now it’s my turn to ask the question. Let’s see . . .” he said as he rubbed his hands together. “What is your sexual fantasy? Give me all the juicy details.”
I sat there and seriously thought for a minute. “Okay. I got it. My sexual fantasy is to do it with two gorgeous, sexy men at the same time. I want to lay there and let them do whatever they want with me while my ankles and wrists are handcuffed to the bed.”
Christian looked at me curiously for a moment with this lust-filled expression and, surprisingly, no comment.
Then I started laughing and said, “Gotcha.”
“Mia, you had better stop this little game before I have to jump your bones in here,” he said as he got up and went to the bathroom.
There was so much sexual tension going on that I let that alone for the remainder of the night, and Christian left shortly after that with a noticeable hard-on visible through his sweatpants. A large bulge at that.
But back to the present. Christian is here, and it is obvious that Vivica adores him. I’m glad that he grew up in a happy family after his mother died.
We didn’t do too much the first day or so. Vivica fed us like we had never eaten before, we slept in and watched soap operas and
Jerry Springer
. I went out with Vivica to do some Christmas shopping, but I didn’t have to shop for anyone because my presents were already wrapped and under the beautiful, live tree that we decorated. My first night there, Vivica and I went out and purchased this six-foot tree and spent the rest of the evening sipping hot cider, playing holiday music and decorating the tree with ornaments that had been in their family for years. When it was finished, we stood back and looked at our handiwork; it was beautiful. After that, Vivica entertained me with stories of Brice’s and Christian’s early Christmases.
Jerry Springer
. I went out with Vivica to do some Christmas shopping, but I didn’t have to shop for anyone because my presents were already wrapped and under the beautiful, live tree that we decorated. My first night there, Vivica and I went out and purchased this six-foot tree and spent the rest of the evening sipping hot cider, playing holiday music and decorating the tree with ornaments that had been in their family for years. When it was finished, we stood back and looked at our handiwork; it was beautiful. After that, Vivica entertained me with stories of Brice’s and Christian’s early Christmases.
Christian’s second full day there, we went down to the church to help out with the day care center they ran. Vivica had told some of the church members that I was working towards my degree in education, so they asked me to come down and help out. I was more than happy to volunteer my services. The church ran a winter day care because they knew a lot of kids were at home during Christmas break with nothing to do while their parents worked. So they provided day care complete with activities, food and biblical studies. We had been lying around anyway, so we were happy to help out.
Christian and I arrived at Mission Rock Methodist Church dressed in jeans, T-shirts under flannel shirts, baseball caps and our lightweight jackets. It wasn’t usually cold in Georgia, even at this time of the year. We decided to help with the preteens. I noticed the girls checking out Christian and giggling. It looked like he had some admirers; they had fallen in love with the handsome Marine. I glanced over at him, and he did look kinda cute. Those jeans were definitely fitting in all the right places, and his Timberland boots gave him a rugged look.
After introductions were made, the girls asked a lot of general questions about the military: “Do you have a gun?” “Have you ever killed anyone?” “What is it like?” “Have you ever fought in a war?” “Do you pick up a lot of girls?” Then we decided to play touch football. Outside we chose teams, and of course it ended up being the girls versus the guys. And guess who was the captain for the girls? Yours truly. We were going to kick some butt. We had hot chocolate waiting on the sidelines and a strong desire to win.
We were into the game and having a lot of fun. These kids were adorable. They hadn’t gotten old enough to start acting grown yet. They were still at that awkward stage. Towards the end of the game, I found myself with football in hand running to the goal. Out of nowhere, Christian ran over and tackled me to the ground. All the leaves that lined the ground cushioned my fall. Christian fell right on top of me, and we were lying there laughing like little kids.
Christian wasn’t making any great effort to get off of me or to take his right hand off my breast. I was telling him that he cheated and whatnot. Suddenly, I looked up into his eyes and he returned the stare intensely. It seemed like we looked at each other for a few minutes, though in reality it was only a few seconds. I could feel his heartbeat against my chest, and my own heartbeat was erratic. I could feel the warmth of his left hand on my thigh and the pressure of his right hand on my breast through my shirt. He looked at me and gently pulled the dry leaves out of my hair because my baseball cap had fallen off. For just a second his hand lingered on my cheek, and I thought that he was going to kiss me . . . For just a second. Then somebody called out my name, the spell was broken and Christian pulled me to my feet. I still couldn’t forget what I had felt. For just a moment I felt and saw a longing, a yearning in his eyes . . . for me.
Shortly afterwards, the game ended with the boys winning by three points. For the remainder of the day, it seemed like Christian avoided me. When the last of the children rode off with their parents, we left as well. The drive over to Vivica’s was mostly in silence with V-103 dishing out Christmas songs by the Temptations, James Brown and the O’Jays.
I tried to get Christian to lighten up by singing along with the radio, but he wouldn’t budge. I told him that some lady at the church had asked about him. Actually, she thought he was Brice and was married to me. Once she realized we weren’t married, she had tons of questions about the handsome, green-eyed Marine. Christian gave no response, so I didn’t push it. By dinnertime he was back to his old self. I guess the fried catfish, corn on the cob, coleslaw and hush puppies that Vivica threw down perked him right up.
22
Christian
I
have got to get a grip on myself. I’ve been having all sorts of crazy thoughts and ideas lately. All focusing on Mia, of all people—my best friend’s wife. This is crazy, but Mia is driving me nuts with her smile, sexy body and genuine warmth. I knew it was a mistake coming here for the holidays, but Brice called and practically begged me to. When that didn’t work, he gave me the guilt trip about how I would disappoint his parents. So I gave in. Don’t get me wrong. I’m having a ball. This is one of the best Christmases that I can remember having in a long time. This is the most fun I’ve had in a while, and it’s all because of Mia. But . . . I can’t hide from the truth any longer. I’ve fallen in love with Mia.
have got to get a grip on myself. I’ve been having all sorts of crazy thoughts and ideas lately. All focusing on Mia, of all people—my best friend’s wife. This is crazy, but Mia is driving me nuts with her smile, sexy body and genuine warmth. I knew it was a mistake coming here for the holidays, but Brice called and practically begged me to. When that didn’t work, he gave me the guilt trip about how I would disappoint his parents. So I gave in. Don’t get me wrong. I’m having a ball. This is one of the best Christmases that I can remember having in a long time. This is the most fun I’ve had in a while, and it’s all because of Mia. But . . . I can’t hide from the truth any longer. I’ve fallen in love with Mia.
You hear and read about this kinda shit all the time. In the movies, the guy who falls in love with his best friend’s girl is always the bad guy. The villain. So I guess that’s what it looks like I am. Hell, I didn’t ask for this to happen. I don’t even want to be in love. With love comes hurt and pain. I have never been in love with a woman . . . ever. I have never allowed myself to feel that emotion. Sure, I’ve cared about a few and even had some serious crushes when I was younger, but never love. Shit, I didn’t ask for this.
These feelings that I’m experiencing are all new for me. I can’t help it if Brice keeps throwing the two of us together. He knows what I’m like. I have desires and needs just like any other man. Mia is a beautiful, sexy lady, and just because she is his wife doesn’t mean my system shuts down. I know I could have told him no, but to be honest, I enjoyed Mia’s company as a friend in the beginning. Before I knew it, it had developed into much more for me. Yes, much more. And Mia is such a flirt. She knows that she is attractive, and I think sometimes she tries to test me, to test my loyalty to Brice. Mia is always doing something or saying something that turns me on and those big brown eyes . . .
Take the night she was asking questions about my sex life. I know I should have nipped it in the bud then, but I didn’t. I wanted to have some fun with her and see her reaction. So I described in detail for her, graphic detail, something she wasn’t getting from Brice. I knew my man—we had discussed it—and he didn’t go there. By the time I finished, Mia was so embarrassed and so hot. It was funny actually. She wants to be so sophisticated sometimes, but she is still immature or she wouldn’t do shit like that. I’m a man, and shit like that will make my nature rise.
Mia was so turned on that her nipples were poking through her thin T-shirt. That’s another thing. She knows Brice doesn’t allow her to go around without a bra, but whenever he’s out of town and I come over, she doesn’t wear one. I don’t know what the girl is trying to do, or maybe she isn’t trying to do anything. Maybe she just relishes her freedom to be herself when he’s gone. Hell, I don’t know. I just know that I am a full-blooded male and I have eyes. So if she puts it out there, I’m going to look.
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