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I started toward the door, and she followed me. I opened the front door and stepped foot outside. I turned around to see her standing in the doorway. God, she was so fuckin’ beautiful. Just looking at her was making my heart flutter. I wanted to kiss her right there. I missed her.
“Ash, you be safe out there, okay?” she said.
“I will.”
We hugged each other. It was an awkward and fast hug. I didn’t want to release her from my arms, but Monica pushed herself away from me, keeping things appropriate between us. She flashed a quick smile and subsequently closed the door. I lingered for a short moment on the steps and sighed.
Damn it. Seeing her again, it was hurtful. I was still in love with her. I loved her more than I could ever love Chanel.
Chapter Nine
Trey
What is love; love is when you look at her and it’s taking you back to that first date, when you gaze at her, it’s like seeing her on that first day . . .
I was breathing heavily from the exertion of keeping up with my genuine sex warrior. I shuddered as I released myself deep inside of her. It felt like I was going to come forever. The sex was great, and Chica rode my dick like a porn star. A deep exhale, and I collapsed on my back with her still straddling me. Her body glistened with sweat from our hour-long tryst.
Shit! I said to myself. Once again, we had sex without any protection, and I came inside of her. What was I thinking? Why the repeated stupidity? It was like her pussy was crack cocaine, and I couldn’t get enough of it. I was chasing this sexual high, and Chica was able to fulfill it completely. I didn’t want to come down from it anytime soon.
It was the middle of the afternoon. I felt entirely appeased, and it was time for my exit—like usual. I removed myself from her naked grasp and climbed out of bed and started to get dressed.
She huffed at me. “You’re leaving already?”
“Yeah, I got things to do.”
She sucked her teeth, manifesting an attitude with me. “Fuck me and leave, right? That’s our song?”
Her attitude after sex was becoming tiresome.
“You gonna let me out?” I said while buttoning my jeans, ignoring her nagging.
She slowly removed herself from the bed and followed me out of the bedroom and downstairs toward the door. She remained naked. Before I walked out, she hugged me from the back, pressing her tits against me with her hands moving underneath my shirt.
“Can I least get a kiss goodbye?” she said.
Why not? I turned and faced her, still so pretty after sex. She groaned as my tongue lapped across her lips and sank into her moist hole. Her petite body held in my arms, and we wrestled tongues heatedly. I could feel her reaching for my crotch and get ready to unzip my jeans and dig for my penis again. I had to pull away from her. Things were getting hot and heavy between us. That quickly, she had my dick hard like concrete.
She laughed. “See what I can do?”
Damn, she was dangerous. I had to rush out the door before I fell victim to her enticement again.
“Call me,” she hollered at me.
I would. Her pussy had me hypnotized like a good Biggie verse.
* * *
Later that night, I planned on meeting up with Trisha at Juno’s restaurant in Freeport, Long Island. I was planning on spending some quality time with my girlfriend. We were on good terms again. We hadn’t had a severe argument for fourteen days. I wanted to keep it like that.
Trisha lived in Baldwin, Long Island, and it was a reasonable distance from Queens, and it gave me some room to play around. I was a cheater. I admitted that, and the feel and touch of a beautiful new woman was my weakness. Like potato chips, I couldn’t have just one. But that didn’t mean I didn’t love my woman. I did greatly. But I was still young and wanted to sow my wild oats, and at the same time, I didn’t want to lose the best thing that ever happened to me, which was Trisha.
So I was always careful, like a spy in enemy territory.
The plan tonight was a nice and intimate dinner at Juno’s, a classy and elegant restaurant near the lake, and then we would go out dancing. We both were looking forward to it.
But first I had to go home and wash the smell of Chica off me. I was on vacation from my job at the accounting firm in Manhattan. I was on the fast track to making partner. I was good at what I did—numbers. When dealing with tax consulting, assurance services, or audits for publicly traded companies and many private companies, I was the man—the top-notch CPA to go to. I worked hard and I played harder.
It was early evening when I finally arrived home after a busy day. The plan was to relax until my night out with Trisha. I was going to drink a cold beer and catch up on some ESPN.
I drove home in my Mercedes listening to music and replaying my afternoon with Chica in my head. I pulled into my neighborhood and slowly drove down the quiet street, looking at the neatly manicured lawns and brick homes. Laurelton, Queens, was a middle-class neighborhood, and I lived in a three-bedroom home with two bathrooms, a sizable backyard, and a front yard with a manicured lawn and a garage. It was my castle.
I pulled into my driveway and exited my Benz. And the moment I stepped foot onto the ground, I noticed my neighbor, Janice, coming out of her front door. She was back in New York. Janice had been my neighbor for a little over a year. She was a middle-aged woman in her early forties with grown children and some grandchildren. She was a career woman who traveled often. She was in pharmaceutical sales. Her job required her to cover certain territories, which involved lots of traveling from different cities. She was rarely home, but we’d developed a good friendship.
Janice was a beautiful and well-endowed woman, shapely and thick, and sophisticated and classy, sporting a high puff hairstyle. When she was home, we had intelligent conversations about everything from politics, movies, and history to sports. She was a Steelers fan, and I loved my Giants. She was a divorced woman of two years now, and she moved to Laurelton from New Jersey for a fresh start away from her ex-husband. She had a strong personality and a tasteful sense of humor.
Now, was I attracted to her? I definitely was. What man wouldn’t be? Janice had it going on. She would playfully flirt with me, but I didn’t want to shit where I ate. Trisha sometimes spent the night at my place, and I didn’t need that kind of headache. And besides, Janice was a relationship kind of woman. She didn’t bring men to her home, and she lived a bachelorette’s lifestyle.
“Hello, Trey,” she acknowledged me from her front steps.
“Hey, Janice. I see you’re back from Chicago. How was the trip?” I asked.
“It was lovely, but it was strictly business. I didn’t get the chance to paint the town red,” she said.
“Maybe next time.”
“I guess.”
I started walking toward my front door, and she began to come my way. “Trey, I need a favor from you,” she said.
“What’s that?”
“I have this new entertainment system, and it’s becoming a problem to put together. You know I’m all thumbs when it comes to stuff like this.”
I smiled. “I got you. Give me a moment to settle in, and I’ll come by.”
She smiled. “You’re a lifesaver, Trey. Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet.”
She turned around and strutted back to her house. I caught myself lingering on her ample backside for too long. I went into the house. I closed the door and exhaled. I knew electronics and technology, and my home was set up like a concert hall. I liked high-end things, especially stereo equipment, and Janice knew that about me.
I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and was knocking at Janice’s door fifteen minutes later. She answered with a smile and stepped aside. I passed over her threshold with virtue. Just one friend helping out another, right?
Janice’s place was neatly furnished with that woman’s touch. It had wood floors, a great room, a fireplace, and there were many pictures of her family, from her kids to her three grandchildren, placed everywhere.
“Where’s the problem?” I asked her.
“Right over here.”
She took me to where her attempt at putting together an extensive home entertainment system was failing. There were wires and pieces of equipment everywhere. One look at the trouble, and I saw that she wasn’t even close. “Okay . . .” I uttered.
“I guess that’s why it’s good to have a man around, huh?” she said.
“Hey, you tried.”
“Did I make things worse?”
“Nah, I got this. I’ll have you listening to Jodeci and Keith Sweat in no time.”
She smiled. “My knight in shining armor. Do you want something to drink?”
“Nah, I’m good.”
I got down on my knees and went to work on her home entertainment system. It was going to take me a moment, but everything was feasible. Once you did one, you did them all.
While I worked on her system, she disappeared into the next room. I glanced at the time, and I had three hours before my night out with Trisha. There were six speakers and a fifteen-inch powered subwoofer in total, one amp, the DVD player, her large TV, and many wires to deal with. I took my time and connected it all together. While I did so, Janice was keeping busy in other rooms. I didn’t mind. It was my forte, entertainment.
After an hour of connecting wires to speakers and amps and checking things accurately, I pushed the power button, and it all lit up and came alive. I tuned into Hot 97, and there was a commercial on. I needed a music CD. I found Jodeci’s debut album nearby and decided to play that for a start. Once it was in the CD drive, I cranked up the volume. “Forever My Lady” came alive, blaring through the surround-sound speakers. It sounded like we were at one of their concerts in Madison Square Garden.
Forever, Forever, Forever
So you’re having my baby
And it means so much to me
There’s nothing more precious
Than to raise a family
The song came through clearly and so clean, the bass bumping, and it brought Janice into the room with a massive smile on her face.
“Oh, my God. I love it! And you put the right song on to bless it. I love Jodeci,” she said with enthusiasm.
She had changed into something more comfortable, wearing an ivory soft fleece knee-length polar-bear hooded bathrobe. Her hair was slightly wet. It appeared she had just taken a shower.
“I’m happy to be at your service.”
“You’re the best, Trey.”
I smiled.
I watched her dance slowly to Jodeci. Her eyes were closed, and she was feeling the music completely. She swayed to the music, her hips moving rhythmically as the beat echoed through the system. The way she moved her hips, it was mesmerizing. I stood there and simply watched her enjoy her new entertainment system and a Jodeci song.
“Come dance with me, Trey,” she said, extending her arms to me. “C’mon, I know you got some nice dance moves.”
“Maybe next time.”
She sucked her teeth lightheartedly and replied, “Don’t be a party pooper.”
I chuckled. Me, a party pooper? I exhaled and said to myself, oh, why not?
I moved closer to her and took her hands into mine, and we began to move as one. She continued to smile at me. We started to dance beautifully and slowly together. She moved closer to me, and we slid around her living room in perfect step, correctly anticipating each other’s every move. Soon our bodies were pressed tightly together, and she looked into my eyes with a flirty smile on her face. My arms wrapped around her waist, and hers wrapped around my neck.
With her breath against my neck, she asked, “Do you find me attractive, Trey?”
Of course I did. “You’re a beautiful woman,” I said.
“Thank you. I miss this with my husband. We used to dance like this all the time,” she said.
I wondered where it went wrong with them. She spoke of him sometimes, and when she did, I could see the nostalgia in her eyes. But they were divorced, and she was supposedly moving on from him. My assumption was that he cheated on her.
I had her shapely curves in my arms, and they were too enticing. She smelled like roses on a beautiful spring day, and her womanly flesh pressed against me was starting to make something grow.
Before I knew it, we were slowly tongue kissing each other. It just happened. And as we danced closely, our tongues danced with each other too, entwined like roots. My hands, as if they had a life of their own, went from holding her waist to cupping her succulent ass cheeks. I began to moan while feeling her hands moving downward and reaching for the buttons of my jeans. She quickly undid them and slid her manicured nails inside my jeans and started stroking my complete erection. With our hearts racing and the deep kissing, it didn’t take long for her to shed her robe to reveal her nudity underneath.
“All I want is one night with you,” she said to me.
And she was about to get it. We weren’t about to turn back now. The heat was turned up, and our bodies started to melt for each other. She undressed me, and I found myself contorted on the living room floor with her. Her body was naked and ready for me, and I was stiff and big, and she was impressed. The look on her face said enough.
“You got condoms?” I asked.
She nodded. She stood up and went to her purse and removed several Magnum-style condoms, the perfect fit for me.
“Allow me,” she said.
Not a problem. Janice rolled back the latex against my thick and giant erection, and the Magnum-sized condom was still a snug fit for me. And for the moment, Janice wanted it missionary. I mounted Janice and penetrated her slowly. Her eyes opened wide as my dick slipped deep into her body and I sucked on her dime-sized nipples. She moaned with her legs wrapped around me, and I groaned. Shit! I felt that suction of her pussy already, like a deep, gulping throat. She was wet like a running river, and each stroke inside of her was fierce and rhythmic. Our dance went from vertical to horizontal against the carpeted floor. Her nails clawed against my back as I pounded inside of her, and I could feel her leaving marks against my skin.
“Oh, shit, Trey. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God,” she moaned into my ear.
From missionary, we transitioned to her riding me nice and slow. The Jodeci album continued to play. The song “Stay” blared through the speakers, and I stayed deep inside of her as her meaty thighs crushed against me. Her naked brown flesh tumbled all over mine, and she happened to leave a few bite marks against my shoulder and on my neck. She was a freak for real. And it didn’t take long for her to announce those magical words, “I’m about to come!”
* * *
I was running really late for my date with Trisha. I called Trisha and gave her an excuse for arriving at her place at a quarter after 10:00 p.m. instead of our scheduled time, 9:00 p.m. My time with Janice had run over. The sex was so good that I’d lost track of time. I had to hurry up and shower, dress, and make sure I looked extra sharp for my woman tonight.
I was out the door like the Flash.
Luckily, tonight there was no traffic. I did eighty miles per hour on the Southern State Parkway and came to a halting stop in front of Trisha’s place in Baldwin, Long Island.
Her condo was newly built, and it came with the latest amenities, including a gym room, pool, and spa. And Trisha liked the finer things in life. She wasn’t materialistic, but she worked hard as a legal aid. She lived a good life and always dressed impeccably. She was also frugal with her spending, and she was outgoing. There were so many things I loved about her that I could quickly lose count.
I hurried from the car and rang her doorbell. She made me wait. I figured she would be upset. I hollered from the steps, “Trish, c’mon. I’m sorry I’m late. I plan on making it up to you.”
She hated CP time—colored people time. Trisha was a very punctual woman. She was organized, smart, and always on point. I stood outside her front door, clutching a bouquet of flowers and begging for her to give me a chance tonight. For a moment, it looked like all hope was lost, until she finally opened the door and frowned at me.
“What the fuck, Trey? Will I ever be a priority in your life?” she barked at me.
“You are a priority in my life,” I said wholeheartedly.
“Actions speak louder than words, and lately, your actions suck!”
“I’m sorry, okay? I had a busy day today,” I lied.
“Busy.” She chuckled at my comment and then said, “Busy with who? I know for a fact that you’re on vacation. So you’re definitely not busy with work.”
“C’mon, Trish, let’s not do this tonight. I wanna have a good time with you,” I said.
She continued to frown my way, but she looked impeccable in an animal-print minidress and a pair of braided-detail wedges. Her hair was sinuous and long, and she was breathtakingly beautiful. Myself, I had to cover up the scratches and marks Janice left on my body. I had a hickey near my neck and shoulder area and deep scratches on my back. I was a walking confirmation of my infidelity. So I wore a white shirt with cuffs, a stylish tie, and black slacks, with hard-bottom shoes. But for extra measures, I covered the hickey with a bandage. If she saw it and asked, I would lie and tell her it was an injury.
Finally, I escorted her from the door and to my car. I opened the passenger door for her for good measure, and she slid inside—not a thank-you from her. She was quiet toward me, but I was okay with it. She could have canceled on me.
Juno’s was the perfect place for my girl and me to eat. It had a spacious layout with customers having their own intimacy, and the artwork on the walls made it feel like you were eating in a museum. There was nothing worse than staring at a bare wall. But what took the cake were the pianist and the breathtaking view of the lake nearby. The decor and the music were great, and I wanted to impress Trisha with the best.
For starters, we dined on strawberry sushi and mango sushi, very tasty. We sipped white wine and conversed about different things. I had the beef bourguignon for the main course. Trisha had the lamb and whitefish in a tomato and black olive sauce, smashed red baby potatoes, and vegetables.
