when I felt her nipples rub against mine was indescribable. I ran my hands down her back and across her cheeks, as she started to move her hips faster. Then Vanessa sat up and went to work. After a while she stopped and moved her legs, so her feet were on the bed. Then she proceeded to fuck the shit out of me. I felt my head turning from side to side.
A look I had seen many times, but never experienced.
It was on.
It went on in that manner for hours. We’d stop from time to time to catch our breath, have a drink, and talk some shit about how fantastic the sex was. A couple of times we just stopped and sat there, breathing hard, staring at each other and shaking our heads. After a short nap, Vanessa got up and began to get dressed. “Get up, Rick. I gotta go.”
I looked at the clock: 3:45 am. I shrugged my shoulders and got up thinking, No, she ain’t married . I got dressed and we left the room. As we drove there in silence, I looked over at her and shook my head. Married or not, I got to see her again. She fucked the shit out of me , was all I could think.
She caught me looking and said, “I’m gonna tell you something and I don’t want it to scare you, okay. But I love you,” she said, and returned to her silence with a smile on her face. I looked away and smiled to myself. She slayed me; now I knew I slayed her too.
We arrived at her spot. As soon as I put the car in park, Vanessa leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. “Good night, Rick. I had a good time tonight.” She kissed me on the cheek again and practically jumped out the car.
“Vanessa,” I said, and she stuck her head back in the car. “Can I see you again?”
“I’ll call you.” Then Vanessa closed the car door and walked quickly toward the house.
April and Yvette
I hadn’t heard from Laura since that night at the hotel. She did send me an e-mail saying that she understood, and wished me all the best. Even that pain-in-the-ass Yvette had stopped calling me. I guess I was partly to blame for her persistence. I liked talking to her, so I always took her calls. But she was starting to get on my nerves. “When we gonna get together? When we gonna get together?” How many times do I have to say no, it’s not like that? There are some women that you’re glad you didn’t mess with, and Yvette was definitely one of those people.
Around three o’clock, I turned off my computer and headed for home. April had finally agreed to see me. She was supposed meet me at the house around four, four-thirty, and we’d go eat from there. When I got home, I turned the radio to smooth jazz and went through my mail. I was about to get in the shower and had just started taking off my clothes, when the doorbell rang. I looked at the clock. Three forty-five. She’s early, I thought. Thinking it was April as I opened the door.
“Um.”
I was wrong.
“If I had known that you answered the door in your underwear, I would have dropped by a lot sooner.” It was Yvette. Standing there smiling from ear to ear, looking me up and down like I was an ice cream sundae. She was dressed in black heels, black tights, and a man’s white shirt that didn’t quite make it down past her hips.
“Yvette, what are you doing here? I don’t remember inviting you. Or telling you where I lived.”
“I got spies everywhere, boo.”
Victor.
“Anyway, I was out this way. You remember me saying I had a girlfriend that lived in The Thicket? Can I come in?” Thinking with my dick I stepped aside and allowed her to come inside. My first mistake. She rubbed her hip against me as she passed. She walked around the house, looking around. She stopped to study the stereo, picked up a CD and looked at it. Then she changed the station to HOT107.9 and continued to walk around my living room. “Well, I was supposed to be hanging out with her today, but she wasn’t home. So I decided to roll around here and see if I could find your house. You know, just to kill some time. I
A look I had seen many times, but never experienced.
It was on.
It went on in that manner for hours. We’d stop from time to time to catch our breath, have a drink, and talk some shit about how fantastic the sex was. A couple of times we just stopped and sat there, breathing hard, staring at each other and shaking our heads. After a short nap, Vanessa got up and began to get dressed. “Get up, Rick. I gotta go.”
I looked at the clock: 3:45 am. I shrugged my shoulders and got up thinking, No, she ain’t married . I got dressed and we left the room. As we drove there in silence, I looked over at her and shook my head. Married or not, I got to see her again. She fucked the shit out of me , was all I could think.
She caught me looking and said, “I’m gonna tell you something and I don’t want it to scare you, okay. But I love you,” she said, and returned to her silence with a smile on her face. I looked away and smiled to myself. She slayed me; now I knew I slayed her too.
We arrived at her spot. As soon as I put the car in park, Vanessa leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. “Good night, Rick. I had a good time tonight.” She kissed me on the cheek again and practically jumped out the car.
“Vanessa,” I said, and she stuck her head back in the car. “Can I see you again?”
“I’ll call you.” Then Vanessa closed the car door and walked quickly toward the house.
April and Yvette
I hadn’t heard from Laura since that night at the hotel. She did send me an e-mail saying that she understood, and wished me all the best. Even that pain-in-the-ass Yvette had stopped calling me. I guess I was partly to blame for her persistence. I liked talking to her, so I always took her calls. But she was starting to get on my nerves. “When we gonna get together? When we gonna get together?” How many times do I have to say no, it’s not like that? There are some women that you’re glad you didn’t mess with, and Yvette was definitely one of those people.
Around three o’clock, I turned off my computer and headed for home. April had finally agreed to see me. She was supposed meet me at the house around four, four-thirty, and we’d go eat from there. When I got home, I turned the radio to smooth jazz and went through my mail. I was about to get in the shower and had just started taking off my clothes, when the doorbell rang. I looked at the clock. Three forty-five. She’s early, I thought. Thinking it was April as I opened the door.
“Um.”
I was wrong.
“If I had known that you answered the door in your underwear, I would have dropped by a lot sooner.” It was Yvette. Standing there smiling from ear to ear, looking me up and down like I was an ice cream sundae. She was dressed in black heels, black tights, and a man’s white shirt that didn’t quite make it down past her hips.
“Yvette, what are you doing here? I don’t remember inviting you. Or telling you where I lived.”
“I got spies everywhere, boo.”
Victor.
“Anyway, I was out this way. You remember me saying I had a girlfriend that lived in The Thicket? Can I come in?” Thinking with my dick I stepped aside and allowed her to come inside. My first mistake. She rubbed her hip against me as she passed. She walked around the house, looking around. She stopped to study the stereo, picked up a CD and looked at it. Then she changed the station to HOT107.9 and continued to walk around my living room. “Well, I was supposed to be hanging out with her today, but she wasn’t home. So I decided to roll around here and see if I could find your house. You know, just to kill some time. I
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