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“Carlos.”
I grin. “Oh, word? And he was looking delicious, huh?”
She laughs. “Yes, every bit of…with a capital-D. That man is too fine for his own good.” She holds up a cobalt-blue strapless dress in front of her. Then tosses it onto our bed. I eye the growing pile of dresses and purses, shaking my head.
She looks at me feigning innocence. “What?”
“Seriously, babe? More clothes? Why are you packing all this shit, when you have a ton of things at the crib in L.A.? I thought I said to pack light. Translation: only pack ya purse.”
She rolls her eyes. “I am packing light. These are a few things I want to leave out there; that’s it. Besides, a woman can never have enough options.”
“Well, how about leaving all that shit here as option one?”
She ignores me and walks back into her dressing room, then comes out with a lil’ skirt set. She looks over at me, and smiles, tossing the ensemble onto the bed.
I sigh, glancing at the time. It’s a quarter to six. “We’re only gonna be out there for the weekend. Damn. And you’re still gonna wanna buy shit while we’re there.”
She walks over and plants a kiss on my lips. “You know me so well.” I grab a chunk of ass, then bounce her ass cheek in the palm of my hand. “With this phat, juicy ass.” I slap it.
She playfully swats my hand away and struts back across the room. She reaches for the chilled bottle of Pinot Grigio sitting in a stainless steel bucket of ice. Then pours some into her half-empty glass and lowers the bottle back into the bucket.
She takes a sip. “You should have seen the tramps in the office today fawning over Carlos and trying to get his attention. That man knows he can stop traffic.”
I watch as her ass shakes back into her closet.
I smirk. “Yo, why you sounding like you wanna fuck him?”
She turns to look at me. A smile plastered on her lips, she tilts her head and places a hand up on her hip. “Don’t you?”
If muhfuckas knew how I got down, they’d be popping a buncha shit and the paparazzi would have a muthafuckin’ field day. Though I don’t give a fuck what another muhfucka thinks, I’m not beat for the judgment, or the prying eyes. Openly admitting, being a bisexual cat isn’t a good look for a muhfucka like me doing what I do in the entertainment industry. Yet, muhfuckas would clap and drool and wave a flag of approval for Marika, wanting to fuck her six ways to Sunday, knowing she’s into chicks. But, society still ain’t ready for a muhfucka like me getting off on rocking with another niggah. And I ain’t ready to make it public knowledge. My sexuality, Marika’s sexuality, and how we get down in the bedroom isn’t any-muthafuckin’-body’s business.
And it isn’t up for discussion.
I’m a man, first. A husband, second.
A sexual muhfucka, third.
And sex isn’t a guilty pleasure. Not for me, and definitely not for Marika. Nah. Sexual satisfaction is our right. We require it. We expect it. And we ensure it.
And beneath the sheets, behind closed doors, we get it in with one mission in mind: to please each other. To indulge each other, be it with chicks or other dudes. Together. Period. There are no secrets between us. We both like what we like. And we both love making sure the other gets it.
And, nah, I’m not about to go into some long, drawn-out history-sharing story on the hows and whys. All I’ma say is this: My first experience with another cat was back in high school, the summer of my sophomore year. I was fifteen. And stayed horny as fuck. My dick stayed hard. And back then I woulda fucked a cross-eyed, one-armed, legless ho with no teeth on the low if her pussy was clean and I could get away with it.
But this particular summer, it was another muhfucka’s mouth I splashed my nut in.
G-Money. A cat I used to smoke weed and chill with from around the way. He was going into his junior year. S
ix-three. Star point guard for Boys and Girls High.
Dude had a hot-ass girl on the cheerleading squad and a buncha other bad-ass bitches from around the way who stayed giving him pussy. But the muhfucka stayed eyeing me all crazy on the sly. At first I thought it was because he knew I was fucking his girl on the low. But since he never came at me about it, I just let it go. As far as I was concerned we were still cool.
Then one night, I’m at his crib, chilling. We’re both kicked back smoking weed and watching some white bitch sucking two muhfuckas off at the same time. The more bud I smoked, the hornier I got. My dick started bricking up watching Becky hold both of their dicks in her hand, rubbing them together, then sliding her mouth back and forth over both heads. The shit had me on rock. And ready to crawl up inside some pussy. But I was high as fuck. And all the hoes were stuntin’ on the pussy that night. So I just chilled and smoked and watched the porn flick. Without much thought I slid my hand down inside my basketball shorts and started playing with my shit on the low.
Then out of nowhere this muhfucka gets up and locks his bedroom door, then pulls out his dick and sits down next to me on his bed and starts jacking his shit right in front of me. Real shit, I’m not gonna front. That shit turned me on. I licked my lips and eyed him while stroking my own shit in my shorts.
“Damn, son,” he said real low. “Pull that dick out ‘n’ let me see you jerk that shit.”
“Man, get the fuck outta here with that gay shit, niggah.”
