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I gathered Tyhedra’s dress around her waist. Tyhedra was wearing crotch-less panties and a garter belt. Tyhedra wrapped her legs around my waist and I quickly backed her against the wall.
Tyhedra was so wet that I slid my dick inside her and pounded her against the wall. “Yes, Chris, yes! Bang this pussy!” Tyhedra said, much louder than the situati
on allowed. I stuck the end of my tie in her mouth and continued to pound away. I could feel myself getting harder and swelling inside her.
I guess she could, too. Tyhedra spit the tie out of her mouth. “Don’t come in me,” she said, and pushed me off of her. I looked down at my dick and Tyhedra began fixing her clothes. “Maybe I do need to stay away from you, Chris.”
“Why is that?”
“Because I’m weak for you. Weaker for you than any man has ever had me,” Tyhedra said, and backed away from me. I started to say something, but Tyhedra turned and started walking. “I gotta go, Chris.”
I started to follow her, but what would be the point in that?
Chapter Twenty-four
Tavarus
After weeks of practice on the trumpet, I finally got a spot playing with a band. It wasn’t an easy road, but I made it. During that time, all I did was work and play my horn. It was pretty much the same thing every day: I’d go to work and do the minimum amount of work that was required of me to maintain my position. After work, I’d go home and practice. I was never without my horn and I’d play anywhere.
I met an old guy who played the sax in Piedmont Park for money; it was how he lived. In the evenings we’d play duets and would draw a nice a little crowd sometimes. It was a good arrangement for him. I’d let him keep all the money and would always match whatever we made.
I hadn’t seen Tyhedra since that night at the club, but we’ve talked several times. When we do talk, she’s always very encouraging and supportive of what I’m doing. Which is more than I can say for Carmen. We talk a lot, too, but when I told her what I was doing, she had no words of encouragement to offer. “I think you’re just wasting your time. You need to be focused on your future. What you need to do is step it up at your job, like Lester told you. That’s where your future is, not playing the trumpet.”
With Tyhedra it’s just the opposite. When she calls, it’s to let me know where the jam sessions are around town. I show up with my horn and sit in. That’s when I really got my lip and timing back. That’s how I got this spot. I met a tenor saxophone player named Dexter Higgins. We met and played together at one of those sessions, and became friends. He called me one night and said that he ran into some old friends that had recently lost their horn section, and had joined their group. I asked him if they needed a trumpet player; he invited me to come to practice with them.
“Guys, I want you to meet Tavarus. This is our bass player, Gordon Warren. Clarence Powell, he plays piano, and that’s Billy Summers,” Dexter said that day.
“Call me Butch,” he said from behind his drums.
“Good to meet you guys,” I said.
“Tavarus plays trumpet,” Dexter said.
“I guess that’s why he’s huggin’ it like it’s his woman,” Gordon joked, and all of us laughed.
“We gonna just stand here lookin’ at each other or we gonna play something,” Clarence said, and tapped the keyboard a few times.
“Let’s cook,” Dexter said.
When we got together, it was like all of us had been playing together for years. It wasn’t long before we had landed our first gig.
It hasn’t been all work and no play. Me and Kathy hook up for those late night booty calls. We even took a little trip together. When I hit the door one night after jamming at one of those sessions, the phone was ringing. It was like she knew when I got home. When she said, “I’m coming over.” I told her I was thinking about going to the beach for the weekend and asked, “Why don’t you pack some clothes and come with me?” She was there in fifteen minutes, and threw her bag in the backseat and jumped in the car. Seven hours later, we were checking into a condo in Destin, Florida. Nothing elaborate, just a bed, a bath, and a kitchenette. Like Carmen, Kathy has absolutely no interest whatsoever in my horn. “I’ll be honest with you, Tavarus. I like you and whatnot, and I hope you do good at whatever you do, but my interest in you is between your legs.”
End of story.
I’m cool with that. Kathy fills a void. And to be honest about it, my only interest in her is between her legs.
Once we were settled in our room, I proceeded to get ready to go to the beach. Kathy, however, had other plans for the day. “Tavarus, I left my purse in the car, could you get it for me, please?”
When I returned to the room with her purse, Kathy had placed two candles on either side of the bed and had lit them. There was music playing and she was in the bathroom. Seeing the candles and hearing the music brought a smile to my face. Then I resumed getting ready for the beach. When Kathy emerged from the bathroom, I looked up. The sight of her dressed in black lace, walking toward me, made me quiver. “I like that, but it’s a bite risqué for the beach.”
”That’s not exactly what I had in mind,” she replied, wrapping her arms around him.
I kissed her on the forehead.
“Kathy, we’re gonna be here for three days. We have plenty of time for that. So get your fine ass into a bikini and let’s hit the beach.”
“I didn’t bring one,” she said, pressing her body against mine. “I didn’t bring many clothes at all. I won’t be needing any.” She could feel my excitement growing. “In fact, we’re overdressed right now.”
