Fly on the Wall, page 21
“Did what?” I asked. “Who did what?”
“Marcus and I,” she paused, “we experimented with another couple.”
“What?” I exclaimed loudly enough that the family at another table sneered at me. “Are you serious?”
“Yes.” She seemed embarrassed.
“When?”
“A few nights ago.”
“Who?” I asked. “Who are these people?”
“Tara and Jamal,” she said. “You don’t know them. Jamal is one of Marcus’ frat brothers. He lives in D.C. They were here in Miami for a night after a week in Jamaica.”
“How did it happen, though?” I was confused. “I thought you were at least going to wait until Cancun. I thought you didn’t even want to.”
“I didn’t.” She grimaced. “It’s a long story.”
“When have we ever received our food without having at least two drinks?” I didn’t wait for a response. “We have time for a long story.”
By the time my last piece of broccoli was chewed, I knew everything there was to know and even what I didn’t want to know. Tara and Jamal Reeves were married just two years. Tara, an ex-model, was now a well-known events planner, and Jamal owned a popular D.C. area landscaping company. With over thirty-five employees, Jamal hadn’t touched a lawnmower in seven years.
Mr. and Mrs. Reeves phoned Toni and Marcus from Negril, Jamaica two nights prior to the “hookup,” stating that they would be in Miami for a night and wanted to meet for dinner. Marcus and Toni accepted and agreed to meet at a South Beach restaurant. Toni was attracted to Jamal, and from the way she described him, any woman would be. Standing at six foot two and 180 pounds, Jamal was dark brown, and because he ran track in high school and college, his legs were still stacked like a stallion.
They met around nine, and like most South Beach restaurants, the place was set to candlelight, and a live band was there for entertainment. Patrons normally just hopped up and danced right at their tables or wherever the rhythm hit them. When Tara excused herself to the ladies’ room and the band began playing a fast-paced Latin beat, Jamal jumped up.
“Can I borrow your wife?” he asked Marcus.
“Sure,” Marcus answered jovially. “I’ll borrow yours when she comes back.”
Jamal pulled Toni to her feet and accompanied her to the dance floor. Once there, his hands fell right above her buttocks, and with every beat of the Latino drum, his hands tightened. His friendly eyes started out on hers, but quickly traveled down her body and grew hungry as he admired her breasts. Jamal watched her waistline gyrate, jerk, and shake without missing a beat. When the song was near climax, he was licking and biting his lips and pulled her close enough to feel that he was fully aroused.
“Whoa.” She backed away from him when the next song began.
“What?” He smiled.
“I didn’t know that you brought all of that up here with you.” Toni regretted saying it just as fast as it came out.
“I didn’t bring it with me.” Jamal pulled her to him again. “You gave it to me. Just like the first time we danced.”
A tad flattered, she didn’t back away. Instead, she softly bumped him over and over again with her thigh as they danced. He whispered in her ear, “That feels good.” Toni even went as far as to turn around and brush against his equipment with her ass. “That’s it, girl.” After more of what seemed to others as innocent dancing and touching, Jamal turned her around to face him.
“Does Marcus go down on you?”
“What?” Toni thought for sure the alcohol and loud music was playing games with her hearing. “What did you say?”
“Does he eat your pussy?” Jamal had no shame. “While we were in college, he swore that he’d never, ever do that.”
Toni didn’t know how to answer. “Don’t you think that that’s something he would’ve told you if he wanted you to know?”
“I guess that’s a yes.” He smiled. “Well, is he any good at it?”
She was even more astonished. “Jamal!”
“Sorry.” He pulled her closer then mumbled, “I know why he hasn’t told me.”
Toni struggled to keep up with the beat. “Why?”
“Because I might fantasize about licking the sugar off of that sweet pussy too.” The bass in his voice shot straight to the inner folds of her thighs and she trembled. He continued. “I saw you in that club first, and you saw me too. You gave both of us lap dances in that back room, but you allowed me to touch you.”
“That was a long time ago, Jamal.” Toni lost the beat and stood like a totem pole in the midst of the party.
“Why was that, though?” he asked. “You did him first and me two minutes later, but the minute he left the room, you grabbed my hands and put them on your breasts. You rubbed my dick,” he paused, “and you let me finger you.”
“Jamal.” She tried to back away, but he pulled her back. “Right now this is inappropriate. What I did then I did for money, and it was also a long time ago.”
“Okay, fine. I’ll chill,” he said, ushering her back into the beat. “Most women would be flattered that her man’s friend was checking her out.” He continued. “Just like Tara is by Marcus.” He pointed. “Look at ’em.”
Toni turned to see Marcus and Tara holding each other just a few feet away, dancing in a very provocative embrace. “Excuse me,” Toni said and tried to get out of Jamal’s grasp to approach Marcus.
“Come here.” He pulled her back. “We’re all just having fun.” Jamal refused to let go, but the song ended, and they all returned to the table.
Toni noticed something slightly different about the taste of her Screwdriver, but put it off on it being watered down by the melting ice. She swallowed it down quickly, and suddenly the music was different. It seemed faster, louder, and snazzier. She swayed back and forth in her seat and underwent a dramatic mood change in just three minutes. She was talking nonstop, ordering two drinks at a time, and was very hands-on with everyone. The amazing smile now plastered on her face couldn’t be wiped off with Windex. Her attitude had changed, and everyone loved it.
Tara and Marcus went back to the dance floor, and Jamal made his way around the table to sit next to her. “Did I offend you?”
“When?” Toni fought to remember what was said just an hour ago. “Oh, on the dance floor? Oh, no.”
“Then why did you freeze up like that?” He got closer. “I mean, when we first started dancing, you felt that I was aroused and you didn’t back away. So, why did a few memories from the past spook you out?”
She really couldn’t think straight. “We shouldn’t have been talking like that.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m married now.” She looked over at him. His lips looked like two Twix sticks, and she wanted to lick the chocolate off of them.
“Fuck all that shit. Don’t you think Marcus wants Tara to suck his dick?” he asked. “You don’t think I wouldn’t want you to do the same to me?” He trailed his hand down the side of her torso.
She looked over at Marcus, who now had one of his hands in Tara’s hair, like he was priming her for a kiss. Amazingly, Toni didn’t get upset. Actually, it seemed like she couldn’t. She was too relaxed, almost unable and impaired.
Jamal went on. “I wanted a taste of your pussy the first night I met you in that strip club, and I told you that.”
“I remember.” Toni smiled shyly.
“I still want it.” Jamal’s hand landed on her thigh under the table. “I think about doing it all the time.”
“Really?” She was now flattered.
“Yeah.” He slid his hand back and forth. “Would you let me?”
“Gimme a minute to think that over.” She giggled, and then sucked down another funny-tasting Screwdriver. Suddenly, all hell broke loose in her mind. “I . . .” She looked on the dance floor and saw Marcus’ hands caressing Tara’s butt. Strangely, it turned her on. “I probably would.”
His hand inched up her thigh. “Would you suck my dick?”
“Maybe.” She giggled like a schoolgirl. “Maybe not.” Toni felt her soul drifting away and a more sinister one sneaking in. She couldn’t stop it; the transaction was complete.
He asked, “Are you wet?”
“See for yourself.”
In the darkness of their corner booth, Jamal slipped his hand down Toni’s pants, moved her thong aside, and inserted his middle finger into her warm and succulent meat. The voyeuristic experience with Marcus so near set her on fire. “Feeling Hot, Hot, Hot” was playing, and he penetrated her to the beat.
“You’ll let me fuck you, won’t you?”
“No,” she teased.
“Yes, you would.” He pushed in deeper. “You wouldn’t let me do this if I couldn’t hit.” He licked his lips. “I’ve always wanted this pussy.”
“Then you should’ve taken it that night.” Her eyes were tempted to roll back, but she contained herself, gyrating slowly instead. “Why didn’t you?”
“My plan was to come back the following night, but something came up and I had to fly home the next day instead of on the weekend.” He paused. “Then a few weeks later he tells me that you invited him over to your place for dinner.”
Marcus and Tara returned, so Jamal stopped, but in remembrance of the moment, he kept “the finger” close to his nose as he talked to his wife. Fifteen minutes into their conversation, he whispered something into Tara’s ear and then brought his finger to her nose. She sniffed his finger and her face lit up.
“I think we can have so much more fun back at the room,” Tara said with a smile.
At the hotel, Marcus and Jamal had what most men would consider the Superbowl of sex. It started with Tara kissing Marcus, Jamal, and then Toni. However, while kissing Tara, Toni grew increasingly curious about seeing and feeling another woman’s breasts, so she unbuttoned Tara’s top while the men watched and encouraged them. Toni massaged then teased Tara’s nipples with her tongue as though she had walked into the room with experience. It wasn’t long before they were rolling around naked on the bed, locked onto each other’s lips, with their fingers slipping and sliding deep into one another’s creases.
Tara climbed down Toni’s body and put Marcus to shame with her tongue. The pleasure was unbelievable. While his wife was handling business, Jamal, now naked, crept onto the bed with a fully erect eight-inch dick and slid it into Toni’s mouth so she could suck him. Soon he pushed Tara away to get inside.
Needless to say, they switched, swapped, and sexed each other all night, girl on girl, double penetration, sucking while fucking, the whole nine yards. In fact, they didn’t leave the Reeves Hotel room until checkout time the next day. Toni, still in a daze, slept until midnight that night. When she woke up from what she thought was a disgusting dream, her badly aching body revealed that what had happened was reality.
She woke Marcus, and after plenty of questioning, he claimed the evening wasn’t planned but confessed to adding something, he wouldn’t say exactly what, to her drink to loosen her up a little. Loosen up? That was an understatement. He turned her buck fuckin’ wild and he had no regrets.
We had been sitting in Applebee’s for two hours. I didn’t know what type of advice to offer. This was a call for Superman. “So, what are you going to do?”
“What can I do?” She shrugged her shoulders. “What’s done is done.”
“Yeah, but you can at least tell Marcus how you’re feeling.”
“You think he gives a damn?” She rolled her eyes. “He got what he wanted. He got to fuck another woman right in front of me.” She continued. “He slipped God knows what in my drink and allowed another man to fuck me. Does it sound like he gives a shit?”
“I cannot believe this.” I saw her point.
She was angry. “It’s all he talks about now. He loved it, but I don’t see how our marriage is supposed to survive.” As though our discussion weren’t awkward enough, my cell phone rang. I pretended not to hear it.
“You might as well answer it,” Toni said.
I looked down; it was Theo. “No, I can call him back.” I had to stay devoted to my girl and her situation.
“How are things with you two anyway?”
“Crazy.” I smiled. “I’m crazy about him.”
“Damn,” she joked. “Maybe I need to teach high school.”
“Shut up.” I decided that the change of topic was good for her. “There’s a Valentine’s Day dance at the school next week that Theo wants me to go to.”
“You going?”
“You must be out of your mind.” I looked at Toni. “I’m not going to a high school Valentine’s Day dance with Theo, or anyone else, for that matter.”
“Why not?” She laughed. “Go as a chaperone and sneak a dance under the bleachers like you did last time.”
“No thanks,” I said. “I told him to go. I wouldn’t want him to miss out on that type of stuff because of me.”
“So, he can go with a date?”
“You’re trying to get him killed. I didn’t say anything about a date,” I joked. “I am his date. I’m just not going to the dance. After graduation we can dance and frolic as much as the next couple.”
“So, what will you do while he’s dancing the night away?”
“Nothing.” I thought about it. “I might catch up on some reading.”
“No, I’ll come over and keep you company,” Toni volunteered. “When is it?”
“Next Friday night.”
“I’m there.” Toni pulled her organizer from her purse to jot down our appointment.
Shortly after, it was her cellular phone buzzing. “Oh my, oh my God.” Her eyes widened when she looked at it and then back at me. “I have to take this call.” She grabbed the phone like it was the Florida Lottery Committee confirming that she had indeed won the $63,000,000 jackpot.
“Hello?” Then a long paused followed. “Hi, Derek.” She giggled and grinned. “Yes, I got your message, but it was a little late. Sorry I couldn’t call you back.”
I looked around the restaurant until I found the closest TV. Why are these types of restaurants always tuned to ESPN? I mean damn, can I see a music video or two while I’m eating instead?
“You mean next Friday?” Toni looked down at her organizer and then at me with guilt written all over her face. “Hold a sec for me, please.”
“I promise you that the weekend after that is yours,” she whispered to me.
I frowned. “Whatever.” I really wasn’t disappointed. Maybe Derek was more of a gentleman than the porno king that Marcus was turning out to be.
She spoke into the phone again. “I can be there. What should I bring?”
“Where are you going?” I asked in a whisper.
“His place,” she mouthed to me then placed her finger to her mouth to silence me. “I can’t have you cook without bringing something.” She smiled. “Okay. Wine sounds good to me.” Her conversation lasted another three minutes. “I’ll talk to you later.”
I mocked her. “I’m there. I’ll hang out with you the night of the dance.”
“I’m sorry, but dick—I mean duty calls.” She smiled. “He wants to start working on our project.”
“Project?” I asked. “You’re taking wine and he’s cooking dinner. What type of project are you two working on?”
“Paige, I need to do this.” Her dimple was showing.
I smiled. “I’m not mad at you, especially since Marcus is acting like an ass anyway.” I reached across the table to slap hands. “Do you!”
“That’s right,” she said.
“Just be careful. You hear me?” She didn’t hear me. “Toni, be careful.”
“I will.”
On my way home, my phone rang. I recognized the number, and I normally wouldn’t pick up, but the alcohol had me extra mellow. “Hello?”
“Hey there!” I hadn’t heard Doran’s voice in months.
“How can I help you?”
“I’m surprised that you actually picked up,” he said. “Normally I get sent straight to voice mail.”
“It’s not too late,” I said.
“Ah, c’mon.” He spoke like nothing ever happened. “Can’t we be friends again?”
I was blatant. “No, we can’t.”
“Why?” He spoke in a solemn tone. “What is it that you have against me?”
“Excuse me?” I slammed on the brakes. “Are you serious?” I pulled over to the shoulder of the road. I can’t drink, drive, and be a bitch at the same time.
“Yes, I’m serious.” He cleared his throat. “I sincerely apologize. I tried on many occasions to give you clues about my lifestyle.”
“You didn’t try hard enough.”
He snickered. “But if I did, you wouldn’t have talked to me.”
“Damn right,” I said with intensity like he was in the passenger seat. “I’m not into that down-low gay bullshit.”
“Bisexual,” he interrupted. “I’m bisexual, not gay.”
“Whatever the hell you are, you all get fucked up the ass, so it’s all the same to me.”
“Hold up, honey.” He sounded like an angry woman. “I didn’t call you to be insulted.”
“Oh yeah?” I had waited months to get all this off my chest. “Well, I didn’t go to your apartment that night to be insulted either, but shit happens.”
“I called because I don’t want us working at the same school and not being able to be cordial to one another.”
“Well, we’ve done it this long. Why mess it up?”
“Paige,” he said, “I’m sorry. It was dumb of me to take you to my place and yes, I should’ve made you of aware of my sexuality.” He finished up. “I was selfish and wanted to have my cake and eat it too. I wasn’t thinking of anyone but me. If we can’t be friends, then I at least want you to know that I am truly sorry.”
“Thank you, Doran.” I faked a smile. “By the way, while I have you on the line, I’m working on a story for the school’s paper, and I have a question for you.” I did, and I dragged it up from the pits of hell. “What pleases you most about sucking dick?”
