She had fallen back into her bad habit. Once again, she had resigned herself to that lowly role of the other woman. The one who was in the know, but inevitably was always left all alone. The one who would provide the care and the caresses in exchange for her soul. She really thought that she had gotten over what she called the "matey-syndrome" considered it a phase, a rite of passage to being able to identify the right man in the midst of all the wrong ones. Then he came along, tugging at her heart strings, out of nowhere. She had met him before, but by then she was already caught up in her previous role as inconvenient woman and quickly dispelled his look of enchantment. But now she was free and single, and although unwilling to enter into a full blown relationship, she was well prepared to take the time to get to know someone enough, sexually and intellectually; she was on the prowl again.
It had been two years since she mentally castrated her ex-boyfriend for (ironically) infidelity which led to months of random meaningless sexual encounters and unfulfilled half-hearted romantic trysts. But her heart hungered for more. And here he came with the perfect menu. From the appetizer to the dessert, not withstanding the main course, he satisfied her every desire in ways she could never have imagined. If she had actually made a list of spousal attributes with a score sheet, he would have gotten First Class Honours. At first she thought she was stretching things, maybe this was her pussy convincing her of these positives just so it could have another conquest. It had been a while since she'd been satisfied sexually. But no, this was much more than physical. It was as if there was something cosmic about her need for him. A need that she tried to, but could not, resist.
He had come to her in a dream, out of the blue, one night after she cried herself to sleep prior to calling Mr. Man only to be met by cold shouldered one word responses and the promise of that future call that would never come. It was eerie, He came as a clear memory of a face, nothing more, and she regarded it as such. Then she saw him face-to-face, was introduced to him for the second time and felt a kick in her stomach, propelling her to react with even a slight flirt, to indicate to him her affections. She resisted, because of the circumstances. She did not, and would not make a habit of fucking friends. She was in enough shit to begin with. She hadn't seen her ex for years and had officially declared him dead. But she still maintained contact with his best friend and therein lied her biggest obstacle.
That night of their last encounter, the warm sensation, whether it was from the excess of rum in her bowels or just being in his presence, he returned to her in a dream and she woke up (no lie) adamant that she would find him and let him know how she felt. This was ridiculous. Would it even work? It seemed like a challenge, and she reveled in the thought of another challenge.
Days had past since she dreamed him the second time and made that conscious decision to seek him out. She had found him online and sent him a message, friendly but evasive, hoping that he'd remembered her and someway somehow, share the attraction that was now building a future within her mind. And why wouldn't he, she'd had enough experience with men to know which buttons to press, and she'd just press each and every one of his.
The real problem arose when she discovered that he was her counterpart, that as much as she knew which of his buttons to press he could press hers right back. He was everything she had imagined, and everything she could not. Which is why it destabilized her when she found out he was already taken. But of course he was taken! That seemed to be a requirement for any attraction that she had. Unavailability. Is there something so appealing about a man that is out of reach?
Another challenge arose. Could she re-convince herself that it's the good men that are taken and that due to the uneven distribution of men to women in society it would become necessary eventually for women to share one man? It was Polygamy justified.
But this one was not like the others and she could not just fall back into position. She wanted this one for herself. She wanted to nurture him and support him and be with him constantly. The selfishness of human nature boiled within her. She was unwilling to settle for second best again. She felt as if those dreams were a sign, that he was promised to her and she was going to get her due.
So she carefully planned her strategy of divide and conquer, the prey had become the predator and the game was on. She'd just have to play her cards right.
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Her decision had been made. After a grueling battle between her sanity and her pride, she finally decided to just give it a chance and go with the flow. It would be completely harmless if he were the one to make the first move, plus it left her guiltless. So she carefully orchestrated her next move.
Not wanting to seem overzealous, she refrained from calling him for about a week, restricting their communications to simple flirts over instant messenger. She kept herself busy at work and used her boy-toys for purely sexual satisfaction. But every time she did she saw his face. It took everything inside of her not to utter his name. Finally, exactly ten days had passed when she received a phone call from him. It was midnight on a Friday and although she would have probably uttered a thousand expletives to anyone else, she had already assigned him the Marvin Gaye ringtone and just hearing the phone ring and feeling its vibrations put her in the mood.
"Uh, Hello" she said in the most sultry, half-asleep voice she could muster.
"Oh, did I wake you?" He asked in that innocent voice that made her pussy quiver.
"No, no, no. I was actually waiting up for your phone call. What took you so long?" she lied, knowing that even if he did believe it she had made her intentions clear.
"Oh really? Well I just got off work and i'm dropping a friend home. Can I come link you?"
She resisted the urge to blurt out 'Yes come fuck mi now' and instead said, "Sure, why not? It's not like I have anything else doing" trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
He chuckled, "Aight, kool. I'll call you in a few"
As soon as he hung up she sprung up out of the bed and squealed. She felt like a foolish teenager. Then she remembered she only had a matter of minutes before he would be at her gate and she had to put a lot of things in place. She showered with the Victoria Secret body wash her ex-before-last-ex had bought her, paying special attention to her "path to the promised land" shaping up its edges finely with her razor.
After gently towel drying her body she sat on her bed contemplating whether or not to wear a sexy thong or to go bare. Going bare would indicate her fervent willingness to fuck him on the spot, and that's not what she was going for (well not for the first time at least). So she picked out her pink thong and pulled on a thin v-neck top and a mini skirt. Bra-less would be best for this situation, it was raining and she was feeling really 'nipply'. The costume was perfect for the teasing performance she was getting ready to put on.
It was 12:45 by now and her phone had not rung. She thought nothing of it, giving thanks for the extra time to titivate that it afforded her. She rest her head on her pillow and placed her phone on her front. She wanted to feel him when he called.
The vibration between her legs startled and stimulated her simultaneously. 1:30 am, she had fallen asleep. It was just a reminder she had set months before to watch a movie, but the movie was the last thing on her mind.
Where the fuck is he? she thought. Fucking typical man. Get a girl all riled up just to disappoint her. She fought back the tears of horniness and gave him ten more minutes to prove himself. What was she thinking? He's not coming, he's with her. She fought back the self-doubt and slipped her hand between her legs, rocking herself back to sleep.
Then it came, not her; the phone call. He had felt dirty and decided to stop at home and take a shower. Did she still want to see him? Of course you fucking jackass, she shouted in her mind.
"Sure, since i'm already up" she replied as her anger subdued.
"I'm on my way."
By now she needed a smoke, the anticipation was too much to bear. So she pulled on a sweat-top and headed outside, she hated the lingering smell of smoke in her house. By the time she finished her second cigarette, she saw him pull up to her gate and heard her phone belt out, 'Let's get it on.'
"Yeh I see you, I'm coming" she answered, smiling and biting her bottom lip.
The first thing she noticed was his eyes. And how they took their time to survey her body. How they ran gently over her nipples and down into her crotch.
They talked about everything. About hopes and dreams, their past, their future. The entire time skirting around the one thing they both wanted to do, but were afraid to bring up.
"So tell me more about you" he prodded.
"What do you wanna know?" she responded, avoiding the urge to blurt out that she was a sex maniac and was mentally fucking him as they spoke.
They were two steps apart and maintained this distance until the chill of a cool breeze came and she moved into his arms.
"Nice sweat-top" she said as she inhaled his aroma.
"Yeh? thanks. I wore it hoping that you wouldn't have one and you'd have to cling close to me for warmth"
Was this the first move? she thought "So you want a hug then?" she teased.
"Do you want a hug?" he shot back. This was going to be a long night. She slipped her hands inside of his sweat-top and ran her fingers slowly up his back. She felt him flinch as he leaned on the side of the car, getting into a more comfortable position. Resting her head on his shoulder, her lips grazed the side of his neck and she felt him rise. She smiled.
"This feels too good to be true" she said, partially for him, but mostly for herself. She waited a minute before readjusting her position so that her front was resting on his. She pushed forward in a slow gyrating motion, he followed then stopped. She wondered what he was thinking but was afraid to ask lest it be a moral dilemma having to do with his 'girl friend' that had no face or name in her story.
She stepped back, hands akimbo, revealing two large round breasts, with nipples fully engorged. He reached for them immediately, rubbing them in a clock-wise then anti-clockwise motion. Tuning her nipples and licking his lips. Then he slipped his tongue into her mouth. The kissing and heavy petting seemed to last forever. It all felt surreal, she felt like a virgin contemplating breaking her veil when she felt the bulge inside his pants. It was time.
She took his hand, and without words, led him into the house. Her thong felt soaked by now. So she left him to sit on the bed and retreated to the bathroom to remove it.
What she saw when she pulled them down left her distraught. Her body had sent her contraception in the form of menstruation. What was she going to tell him? What were they going to do? This must be a joke, she thought, but it wasn't, no wonder she was so fucking horny, so maybe he wasn't the one. Well she wasn't going to find out now.
She pulled the door to the bathroom and found him lying naked on the bed, manhood stiff and ready for a ride.
"Oh, no."
Would he understand?
After all this time, the countless anonymous phone calls, the heavy breathing, the calling, hanging up then calling back, the threats on her character, the repeated accusations, the declarations of ownership, she finally had enough. She couldn't live her life without worrying about some crazy bitch who called herself wife. Or the girl-friend with the promise ring with just a little bit too much confidence and ambition.
Now, she had finally solved one piece of the puzzle. She had figured it out, and it baffled her. She had always figured that she had several different anonymous callers with the same motive, as she had several women's men, but she never imagined in a million years that the anonymous caller was: not belonging to the one that professed his undying affection for her, not the one that kept her in the choke-hold of everlasting love, not the one that constantly gave her his money in exchange for quality time. It wasn't even the one she had fallen in love with, but resigned to the position of best friend to maintain sanity. And it was most certainly not the one she had erased from her heart and mind for eternity, strictly contained to homicidal dreams. This crazy crank caller belonged to some random man, one of little to no consequence.
It left her perplexed. The calls at midnight which startled her out of deep sleep, the calls in the early mornings on the way in from some random booty call, the calls while she was eating, the calls while she was fucking, even while she was shitting. This crazy raas bitch was the girlfriend of a man she wasn't even fucking. Oh he wanted the pussy, he even begged for it once, but she had no interest in him and sent him back to his woman, ungrateful trick. Most of her male encounters were of no consequence and he fell into that pool of unlucky suitors.So learning this was just amazing.
This truly pissed her off. But atleast it kept her mind off of the fact that her period had ended 5 days ago and still no call from HIM, not even a text message. She had called once, it went straight to voicemail, so she decided never to call him again, she was heart-wrecked.
This new discovery only made it worse. She could count on her two hand her two feet and her clit how many "ooman man" she was fucking or had fucked and it felt like the weight of her pussy on her shoulders.
She considered going into the business of mass-producing the "husband, boyfriend et cetera" homing device, that was obviously lodged into her pussy, because there must be a market for it somewhere.
She was just about to throw in the towel, call it quits, give up the charade and swim against the current when she received a lucrative proposition from Mr. D.
Now D, is the brother of a friend of hers, the same friend that knows you-know-who. D is a freak, but no one knows this but her, or so she thought. Furthermore, D has a girl, go-fucking-figure huh? The saga goes on. Never mind that she is not even remotely attracted to D, he's a cunniliguist and she's in dire need of some mouth to south affection. She's been horny for more than a week now, waiting in vain for you-know-who to light her fire. And it had been four months approximately since anyone had paid any close special face-to-face attention to "the boss" (because she was ruled in most part by her pussy and it had quite a tongue on it).
So reluctantly, she agreed to a little rendezvous. And maybe if he was as skilled as she hoped she'd sit on his cocky for a while. MAYBE. She'd have to wait on the word from "the boss".
Was she taking too much of a risk in doing this though? The implications of fucking a member of his crew, was a great liability to any future they may or may not have. But he hadn't called her back and was obviously avoiding her, so to her it was over. Case closed, try again some other time.
Plus she was just getting some head, it wasn't like a crime or anything. He wouldn't even need to find out.
She arrived at D's house on time, in full red and panty-less as instructed. He was a cool guy, but nothing stirred in her when she was around him. Nothing had been stirring with anyone these days, and fearing that it was something physical, she vowed to make the most of this sexual encounter. Did he really have the ability to knock her socks off and render her temporarily unconscious?
She had been going around D for about 6 months prior to the call, but sexual frustration compounded by finding out about the anonymous caller propelled her into D's arms, or rather his face.
She had given D the disclaimer before finally agreeing on a time and a place.
"NO ONE, I mean ABSOLUTELY NO ONE, is to know about this okay?"
How self-righteous was she? Not that much, a lot of those type of guys love to eat and tell, but D had a "badman" persona to maintain, so she was pretty much secure in knowing that their secret rendezvous would be kept secret.
D was 12 inches taller than her and had to hunch over to give her a hug when she arrived at his yard.
"Are you sure that none of your boys are gunna be here tonight?" and by boys she meant one special boy in particular. His house was "the endz" and would regularly have at least 5 niggas there, playing play station/dominoes, smoking herb, whatever.
"What are you so worried about? No, it's just me and you baby" he reassured her.
She hated the fact that he called her baby, it made her skin crawl. She felt nothing for him and was sure he had negative feelings for her. Not to mention the fact that she was sneaking around, yet again, just to get a little satisfaction. How long was she going to keep this up?
He made no attempt to set a romantic mood in his room and she didn't mind. It would have made things even more awkward than they already were. She moved to the bed and fixed a pillow behind her back, her legs slightly parted. He moved towards her in an effort to kiss on her neck.
"And what exactly are you doing?" she said with a look of disdain on her face. "Eat me like the book said!" she whined.
They both broke out in laughter.
"What a way to break the ice. Fine" he said through his final chuckle, then he got down on his knees and told her to 'just lay back and relax.' She did as she was told. His hands traveled the full expanse of her thick thighs with his lips tracing their path. He slipped his index finger between her lips, probing his way to her clit.
"Wow" he exclaimed, through a half-bite half suck mid-thigh. He held her clit between his middle finger and thumb, playing with it ever so gently, then reached his next hand up her dress, cupping her left breast. He rubbed nipple and clit simultaneously as she inched her way backwards on the bed.
"Uhuh, where do you think you're going?" he asked as he grabbed her two butt cheeks, pulling her into his mouth. It was pure and total ecstasy. He knew exactly when to flick his tongue, when to suck and what tempo. She could feel herself slipping away as she bucked and recoiled in his arms. He was just about working his lips up to her breasts when they, or rather he, (she was in and out of consciousness at this point) heard the gate pull.
He sprung up, dick hard in his pants and moved to the window to see who it was. It never even occured to her that it might have been anyone that could implicate her, she was too busy recovering. Luckily it wasn't his girlfriend, a fate that she was yet to meet, but it was someone just as threatening. She heard a deep mumble and knew that his brother was home from work.
She quickly pulled herself together and considered if he already knew she was there, and if he didn't, how would she get past him. If he knew she was there then the damage was already done and she would only make it worse by not going out to hail him.
So she pushed the door and stepped out into the light of the living room. It was too obvious what had been taking place. But by now she just wanted to remove herself from the situation. She gave his brother a quick hug and they chatted for about a minute about nothing in particular. Then she made up an excuse about picking up something from a friend and headed for the gate.
D, followed her, tried to kiss her on the lips, she looked down and he caught her forehead.
"We'll pick up where we left off some other time then?"
"Yeh" she said.
"Soon?"
"Right" she whispered.
The whole way home she was wondering what his brother had thought about what he just observed and if he would even think of mentioning it to anyone else, especially you-know-who. She concluded that he'd have no reason to do so, but, just to be on the safe side she'd have conference with him sometime tomorrow.
She pulled out a cigarette and lit it. As she exhaled her first puff she smiled as she flashed back to just 15 minutes before, maybe she would give D a second chance, that was some gooooood head.
Then her phone rang: ANONYMOUS CALL."Oh hell no" she snapped back to reality, her reality.
On the third ring she answered. It was time to put this shit to rest.
"Who the fuck is this and why the fuck you keep calling me?" she shouted into the receiver.
"Shit, I seemed to have caught you at a bad time, obviously" came the voice from the other end of the line.
She recognized it instantly and felt a surge from her belly bottom tingling up through her nipples.
"Oh it's you" was her response. "I suppose you've been busy with work, or no, you lost your phone or even worse, you lost my number and you just found it back."
Her frustration with every man that she ever had came barking through the phone towards him, unwarranted.Silence then a deep breath.
"Raas, sorry, I don't know where that came from, I've been in a bad mood lately and I've just been snapping at everyone, not to mention this fucking bitch that keeps ringing me from a private number..."
She felt the impulse to tell him all of her problems, somehow she knew that he'd understand and she trusted him to.
"PMS huh?" she cringed as she flash-backed to their last meeting "sounds like you need a stiff drink or a stiff something else" he consoled her, teasingly.
She smiled "is goodly that get me into the raasclaat problem i'm in now. Pardon my french."
"Kinda late for that now huh? Tell you what. Me and you, tonight, drinks. You can tell me all your problems and i'll even let you cry on my shoulder."
"How sweet of you. But i don't think..."
"You don't have to" he interjected "i'll do the thinking for the both of us. Pick you up at 9."
And with that he hung up and the grey cloud, which had been residing over her head for the past week since her mishap, cleared away and the sun came shining through.
Right now she was in an elevator heading straight for cloud 9.
The possibilities were endless.
Not wanting to seem overzealous, she refrained from calling him for about a week, restricting their communications to simple flirts over instant messenger. She kept herself busy at work and used her boy-toys for purely sexual satisfaction. But every time she did she saw his face. It took everything inside of her not to utter his name. Finally, exactly ten days had passed when she received a phone call from him. It was midnight on a Friday and although she would have probably uttered a thousand expletives to anyone else, she had already assigned him the Marvin Gaye ringtone and just hearing the phone ring and feeling its vibrations put her in the mood.
"Uh, Hello" she said in the most sultry, half-asleep voice she could muster.
"Oh, did I wake you?" He asked in that innocent voice that made her pussy quiver.
"No, no, no. I was actually waiting up for your phone call. What took you so long?" she lied, knowing that even if he did believe it she had made her intentions clear.
"Oh really? Well I just got off work and i'm dropping a friend home. Can I come link you?"
She resisted the urge to blurt out 'Yes come fuck mi now' and instead said, "Sure, why not? It's not like I have anything else doing" trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
He chuckled, "Aight, kool. I'll call you in a few"
As soon as he hung up she sprung up out of the bed and squealed. She felt like a foolish teenager. Then she remembered she only had a matter of minutes before he would be at her gate and she had to put a lot of things in place. She showered with the Victoria Secret body wash her ex-before-last-ex had bought her, paying special attention to her "path to the promised land" shaping up its edges finely with her razor.
After gently towel drying her body she sat on her bed contemplating whether or not to wear a sexy thong or to go bare. Going bare would indicate her fervent willingness to fuck him on the spot, and that's not what she was going for (well not for the first time at least). So she picked out her pink thong and pulled on a thin v-neck top and a mini skirt. Bra-less would be best for this situation, it was raining and she was feeling really 'nipply'. The costume was perfect for the teasing performance she was getting ready to put on.
It was 12:45 by now and her phone had not rung. She thought nothing of it, giving thanks for the extra time to titivate that it afforded her. She rest her head on her pillow and placed her phone on her front. She wanted to feel him when he called.
The vibration between her legs startled and stimulated her simultaneously. 1:30 am, she had fallen asleep. It was just a reminder she had set months before to watch a movie, but the movie was the last thing on her mind.
Where the fuck is he? she thought. Fucking typical man. Get a girl all riled up just to disappoint her. She fought back the tears of horniness and gave him ten more minutes to prove himself. What was she thinking? He's not coming, he's with her. She fought back the self-doubt and slipped her hand between her legs, rocking herself back to sleep.
Then it came, not her; the phone call. He had felt dirty and decided to stop at home and take a shower. Did she still want to see him? Of course you fucking jackass, she shouted in her mind.
"Sure, since i'm already up" she replied as her anger subdued.
"I'm on my way."
By now she needed a smoke, the anticipation was too much to bear. So she pulled on a sweat-top and headed outside, she hated the lingering smell of smoke in her house. By the time she finished her second cigarette, she saw him pull up to her gate and heard her phone belt out, 'Let's get it on.'
"Yeh I see you, I'm coming" she answered, smiling and biting her bottom lip.
The first thing she noticed was his eyes. And how they took their time to survey her body. How they ran gently over her nipples and down into her crotch.
They talked about everything. About hopes and dreams, their past, their future. The entire time skirting around the one thing they both wanted to do, but were afraid to bring up.
"So tell me more about you" he prodded.
"What do you wanna know?" she responded, avoiding the urge to blurt out that she was a sex maniac and was mentally fucking him as they spoke.
They were two steps apart and maintained this distance until the chill of a cool breeze came and she moved into his arms.
"Nice sweat-top" she said as she inhaled his aroma.
"Yeh? thanks. I wore it hoping that you wouldn't have one and you'd have to cling close to me for warmth"
Was this the first move? she thought "So you want a hug then?" she teased.
"Do you want a hug?" he shot back. This was going to be a long night. She slipped her hands inside of his sweat-top and ran her fingers slowly up his back. She felt him flinch as he leaned on the side of the car, getting into a more comfortable position. Resting her head on his shoulder, her lips grazed the side of his neck and she felt him rise. She smiled.
"This feels too good to be true" she said, partially for him, but mostly for herself. She waited a minute before readjusting her position so that her front was resting on his. She pushed forward in a slow gyrating motion, he followed then stopped. She wondered what he was thinking but was afraid to ask lest it be a moral dilemma having to do with his 'girl friend' that had no face or name in her story.
She stepped back, hands akimbo, revealing two large round breasts, with nipples fully engorged. He reached for them immediately, rubbing them in a clock-wise then anti-clockwise motion. Tuning her nipples and licking his lips. Then he slipped his tongue into her mouth. The kissing and heavy petting seemed to last forever. It all felt surreal, she felt like a virgin contemplating breaking her veil when she felt the bulge inside his pants. It was time.
She took his hand, and without words, led him into the house. Her thong felt soaked by now. So she left him to sit on the bed and retreated to the bathroom to remove it.
What she saw when she pulled them down left her distraught. Her body had sent her contraception in the form of menstruation. What was she going to tell him? What were they going to do? This must be a joke, she thought, but it wasn't, no wonder she was so fucking horny, so maybe he wasn't the one. Well she wasn't going to find out now.
She pulled the door to the bathroom and found him lying naked on the bed, manhood stiff and ready for a ride.
"Oh, no."
Would he understand?
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Now, she had finally solved one piece of the puzzle. She had figured it out, and it baffled her. She had always figured that she had several different anonymous callers with the same motive, as she had several women's men, but she never imagined in a million years that the anonymous caller was: not belonging to the one that professed his undying affection for her, not the one that kept her in the choke-hold of everlasting love, not the one that constantly gave her his money in exchange for quality time. It wasn't even the one she had fallen in love with, but resigned to the position of best friend to maintain sanity. And it was most certainly not the one she had erased from her heart and mind for eternity, strictly contained to homicidal dreams. This crazy crank caller belonged to some random man, one of little to no consequence.
It left her perplexed. The calls at midnight which startled her out of deep sleep, the calls in the early mornings on the way in from some random booty call, the calls while she was eating, the calls while she was fucking, even while she was shitting. This crazy raas bitch was the girlfriend of a man she wasn't even fucking. Oh he wanted the pussy, he even begged for it once, but she had no interest in him and sent him back to his woman, ungrateful trick. Most of her male encounters were of no consequence and he fell into that pool of unlucky suitors.So learning this was just amazing.
This truly pissed her off. But atleast it kept her mind off of the fact that her period had ended 5 days ago and still no call from HIM, not even a text message. She had called once, it went straight to voicemail, so she decided never to call him again, she was heart-wrecked.
This new discovery only made it worse. She could count on her two hand her two feet and her clit how many "ooman man" she was fucking or had fucked and it felt like the weight of her pussy on her shoulders.
She considered going into the business of mass-producing the "husband, boyfriend et cetera" homing device, that was obviously lodged into her pussy, because there must be a market for it somewhere.
She was just about to throw in the towel, call it quits, give up the charade and swim against the current when she received a lucrative proposition from Mr. D.
Now D, is the brother of a friend of hers, the same friend that knows you-know-who. D is a freak, but no one knows this but her, or so she thought. Furthermore, D has a girl, go-fucking-figure huh? The saga goes on. Never mind that she is not even remotely attracted to D, he's a cunniliguist and she's in dire need of some mouth to south affection. She's been horny for more than a week now, waiting in vain for you-know-who to light her fire. And it had been four months approximately since anyone had paid any close special face-to-face attention to "the boss" (because she was ruled in most part by her pussy and it had quite a tongue on it).
So reluctantly, she agreed to a little rendezvous. And maybe if he was as skilled as she hoped she'd sit on his cocky for a while. MAYBE. She'd have to wait on the word from "the boss".
Was she taking too much of a risk in doing this though? The implications of fucking a member of his crew, was a great liability to any future they may or may not have. But he hadn't called her back and was obviously avoiding her, so to her it was over. Case closed, try again some other time.
Plus she was just getting some head, it wasn't like a crime or anything. He wouldn't even need to find out.
She arrived at D's house on time, in full red and panty-less as instructed. He was a cool guy, but nothing stirred in her when she was around him. Nothing had been stirring with anyone these days, and fearing that it was something physical, she vowed to make the most of this sexual encounter. Did he really have the ability to knock her socks off and render her temporarily unconscious?
She had been going around D for about 6 months prior to the call, but sexual frustration compounded by finding out about the anonymous caller propelled her into D's arms, or rather his face.
She had given D the disclaimer before finally agreeing on a time and a place.
"NO ONE, I mean ABSOLUTELY NO ONE, is to know about this okay?"
How self-righteous was she? Not that much, a lot of those type of guys love to eat and tell, but D had a "badman" persona to maintain, so she was pretty much secure in knowing that their secret rendezvous would be kept secret.
D was 12 inches taller than her and had to hunch over to give her a hug when she arrived at his yard.
"Are you sure that none of your boys are gunna be here tonight?" and by boys she meant one special boy in particular. His house was "the endz" and would regularly have at least 5 niggas there, playing play station/dominoes, smoking herb, whatever.
"What are you so worried about? No, it's just me and you baby" he reassured her.
She hated the fact that he called her baby, it made her skin crawl. She felt nothing for him and was sure he had negative feelings for her. Not to mention the fact that she was sneaking around, yet again, just to get a little satisfaction. How long was she going to keep this up?
He made no attempt to set a romantic mood in his room and she didn't mind. It would have made things even more awkward than they already were. She moved to the bed and fixed a pillow behind her back, her legs slightly parted. He moved towards her in an effort to kiss on her neck.
"And what exactly are you doing?" she said with a look of disdain on her face. "Eat me like the book said!" she whined.
They both broke out in laughter.
"What a way to break the ice. Fine" he said through his final chuckle, then he got down on his knees and told her to 'just lay back and relax.' She did as she was told. His hands traveled the full expanse of her thick thighs with his lips tracing their path. He slipped his index finger between her lips, probing his way to her clit.
"Wow" he exclaimed, through a half-bite half suck mid-thigh. He held her clit between his middle finger and thumb, playing with it ever so gently, then reached his next hand up her dress, cupping her left breast. He rubbed nipple and clit simultaneously as she inched her way backwards on the bed.
"Uhuh, where do you think you're going?" he asked as he grabbed her two butt cheeks, pulling her into his mouth. It was pure and total ecstasy. He knew exactly when to flick his tongue, when to suck and what tempo. She could feel herself slipping away as she bucked and recoiled in his arms. He was just about working his lips up to her breasts when they, or rather he, (she was in and out of consciousness at this point) heard the gate pull.
He sprung up, dick hard in his pants and moved to the window to see who it was. It never even occured to her that it might have been anyone that could implicate her, she was too busy recovering. Luckily it wasn't his girlfriend, a fate that she was yet to meet, but it was someone just as threatening. She heard a deep mumble and knew that his brother was home from work.
She quickly pulled herself together and considered if he already knew she was there, and if he didn't, how would she get past him. If he knew she was there then the damage was already done and she would only make it worse by not going out to hail him.
So she pushed the door and stepped out into the light of the living room. It was too obvious what had been taking place. But by now she just wanted to remove herself from the situation. She gave his brother a quick hug and they chatted for about a minute about nothing in particular. Then she made up an excuse about picking up something from a friend and headed for the gate.
D, followed her, tried to kiss her on the lips, she looked down and he caught her forehead.
"We'll pick up where we left off some other time then?"
"Yeh" she said.
"Soon?"
"Right" she whispered.
The whole way home she was wondering what his brother had thought about what he just observed and if he would even think of mentioning it to anyone else, especially you-know-who. She concluded that he'd have no reason to do so, but, just to be on the safe side she'd have conference with him sometime tomorrow.
She pulled out a cigarette and lit it. As she exhaled her first puff she smiled as she flashed back to just 15 minutes before, maybe she would give D a second chance, that was some gooooood head.
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On the third ring she answered. It was time to put this shit to rest.
"Who the fuck is this and why the fuck you keep calling me?" she shouted into the receiver.
"Shit, I seemed to have caught you at a bad time, obviously" came the voice from the other end of the line.
She recognized it instantly and felt a surge from her belly bottom tingling up through her nipples.
"Oh it's you" was her response. "I suppose you've been busy with work, or no, you lost your phone or even worse, you lost my number and you just found it back."
Her frustration with every man that she ever had came barking through the phone towards him, unwarranted.Silence then a deep breath.
"Raas, sorry, I don't know where that came from, I've been in a bad mood lately and I've just been snapping at everyone, not to mention this fucking bitch that keeps ringing me from a private number..."
She felt the impulse to tell him all of her problems, somehow she knew that he'd understand and she trusted him to.
"PMS huh?" she cringed as she flash-backed to their last meeting "sounds like you need a stiff drink or a stiff something else" he consoled her, teasingly.
She smiled "is goodly that get me into the raasclaat problem i'm in now. Pardon my french."
"Kinda late for that now huh? Tell you what. Me and you, tonight, drinks. You can tell me all your problems and i'll even let you cry on my shoulder."
"How sweet of you. But i don't think..."
"You don't have to" he interjected "i'll do the thinking for the both of us. Pick you up at 9."
And with that he hung up and the grey cloud, which had been residing over her head for the past week since her mishap, cleared away and the sun came shining through.
Right now she was in an elevator heading straight for cloud 9.
The possibilities were endless.
