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“Gotdamn!” Oh, yeah, he was close. The smell of sex filled Brandon’s room. “I’m comin’! Fuck, I’m …” Brandon released a long groan as he came. As I hunched over on my elbows, his dick popped out of my pussy. “Fuck,” he said, breathlessly.
He slowly got up without a word being exchanged, and walked to the bathroom. I soon heard the sizzle of shower water. I showed the guy standing in the door my fucked but still hungry pussy while Brandon washed up in the bathroom. I was able to make out more of the man that had been standing there watching us. It was Mike D, the one who had asked me about getting free movie tickets. He was caressing his dick, licking his lips as he watched me play with myself. I waved for him to come in. Two fine-ass black boys in one night. It felt good to be a little slutty. Mike D walked in and closed the door. He was like a basketball player standing over me. He hooked a few fingers over the elastic of his shorts, causing his dick to pop forth, which was just as long as Brandon’s. The shade of his shaft was lighter, though; a pretty candy bar–brown. Mike D had these big bull balls. I opened my mouth for his entrance. He slid it past my lips. He wet his middle finger and inserted it slowly in my pussy as I sucked on his magic stick. We knew time was against us, but were cool as long as the shower water kept running. Mike D began to pivot faster, fingering my wet, pink core. I wrapped my hand around the base of his dick as I sucked him hard. I could feel his body tensing. Seconds before, he pulled out, coming on my titties.
I felt myself growing closer as Mike D fingered me. I wanted his dick inside me, but there was no time. I climaxed seconds before the shower water stopped. Mike D pulled his finger out of me, stuck it in his mouth, and sucked my juices from his digit. With a sinister look, he worked his wet dick back into his shorts, and exited Brandon’s room about as quietly as he entered. I grabbed Brandon’s shirt to wipe up the mess his frat brother had made. I slid off of his bed and started to get dressed. Brandon walked out with a towel wrapped around his slim waist.
“Damn, what time is it?” I asked.
“A little bit after three.” Brandon started retrieving the empty beer bottles off the floor. He opened his dresser drawer, plucked out a pair of clean boxers, and put them on under the towel. “You still at the same number?”
“Yeah, but I don’t want your girl to somehow get hold of my number and start trippin’.”
“I don’t let anybody use my phone. Not even Janiece.”
“Call me after eight. I’m usually home by then,?
?? I told him. Brandon ushered me out of the room into the hall. He gave me a good night kiss on the cheek. “I’ll get you and your boys some passes.”
“Remember, live to work, girl. Don’t work to live.”
I descended the stairs, and left the house. Mike D was sitting on the stoop, smoking a Black n’ Mild like he’d just gotten the best blowjob of the damn century.
“Nice meeting you,” was all I said.
“Don’t forget them passes, shawty.”
“I’ll come by on Thursday and drop ’em off.”
“That’s w’sup,” Mike D said. “See ya soon, new booty.”
I got in my car and drove off, knowing good and damn well I would be back for more.
Heated Waters
Jewells
The pool mirrors the moon in its stillness.
I dip the tip of my foot in and watch the moon’s reflection break into tiny pieces just as my life has shattered within the last twenty-four hours.
“I’m filing for divorce.”
My eyes sting as a fresh batch of tears form. I do everything I can to prevent them from falling. Clear my throat, swallow, cough. Nothing helps.
His familiar scent of Sicilian citron, apple, and cedarwood tickles my nose and betrays my emotions.
“How did we get here?” I ask as I feel him standing behind me.
He doesn’t answer right away. Instead he sits down next to me, rolls up the legs of his pants, and sticks his feet in the water right along with mine.
I look over at him; beg for answers with my liquid emotions.
He wipes away a tear just before it falls from my chin. “I think this is something we’ve both been wanting for a while. Why prolong the inevitable?”
I sigh. “It doesn’t have to be this way. I … I don’t want you to leave.”
Trevor looks up at the sky, says, “Full moon. Emotions always get the best of folks on nights like this.”
I lean my head against my husband’s shoulder. The shoulder that has carried the weight of my infidelity for the last two years. His love for me kept him around all this time despite my indiscretion. It wasn’t intentional, wasn’t planned. It was a moment of weakness. I was lonely. Married and lonely. Two words that should never be used in the same sentence. His job kept him away more than a husband should be away from his wife. Seemed like the more I spoke up about it, the more business trips he would make. One trip lasted a week longer than planned. When he came back, I had already broken my vows.
