Across The Tracks (14 page)

Lisa obeyed him, as he put the condom on and lined it up with her dripping heat. He slapped her right ass cheek and she moaned, then he smacked her left cheek and Lisa jiggled some more for him.

“Fuuck, darling. I can’t get enough of you.”

She giggled and kept shaking her ass for him. “You’ve been naughty, haven’t you?”

He slapped her ass again.

“Yes, I’ve been awful.”

“I know,” he slapped her on the ass. “You like getting your ass spanked?”

“Yeeesss.”

Rich plunged in, causing Lisa to gasp out loud. Then he thrust to the hilt, stroking her until she could not take it anymore and she screamed out her release. He spanked her ass as he kept taking her from behind. It was so luscious, Rich just wanted to grab and bite it. Instead, he smacked it and watched it bounce all over his cock.

Rich stopped stroking and said, “Ride me baby, and twirl that delicious pussy on my cock.”

Lisa started to move back and forth on him at different speeds, then she circled her ass, causing friction on his cock from every angle, which made him crazy.

“Yes, keep doing that.” Rich grounded out.

She kept moving her hips like they had a mind of their own. Rich didn’t know what to do with his hands, it felt so good. He finally grabbed both hips so he could ride her harder.

“Rich, that’s it, don’t stop,” she squealed.

He must have hit her spot because she was losing her mind under him.

“Rich, yes, Riiiiccchhh.” Lisa’s breathing was shallow and her pussy started to contract around his cock. “My ass Rich.”

He immediately wet her little hole and stuck his finger in the tight muscles to match his thrust. Lisa screamed. Rich stuck his other finger in and that was her undoing. Lisa came so hard around his cock, it propelled him to cum just as hard in her tight pussy. He fell on top of her as she laid on the bed. It took a moment for them to catch their breath, but after they did, Rich dislodged from her and went to the bathroom. When he returned, Lisa was in the same position. He knew she must have been wiped out, so he slowly cleaned her with the wet nap and picked her up to put her near the top of the bed.

“I should be a naughty girl more often,” Lisa said with her eyes closed.

He laughed and pulled the covers over her. “You won’t hear any complaints coming from me.” He kissed her and said, “Don’t go to sleep yet, I’ll be right back.”

Rich knew the likelihood of her being awake when he got back was slim to none. He left to turn off the lights, TV’s and set the alarm. When he returned, her eyes were still closed, but she was not in a deep sleep.

“Lisa?”

“I’m up.”

“Okay, baby.” He got under the covers and whispered in her ear, “I’m glad you came over.”

“Me too, even if it was for a spanking.”

He chuckled and pulled her back towards his chest. “I missed you today.”

“I missed you too,” she said sounding a little drunk.

“Sweet dreams, darling.”

“I love when you call me dar-ling,” she slurred.

“Really?”

“Hmm, mm,” she moaned.

“What else do you love?”

“Just you. I love you.” She was fading.

Rich didn’t know what to think about that. She’d never told him that she loved him, even though he said it a few times. He could only pray it was true.

“I love you too, baby.”

LISA:

A month had passed without any major incidents. Lisa still had not settled on a job, but was volunteering at No Fear and NSPPF. Talking with Tilda was not only comical but very enlightening. She did not look a day over her late 40’s and she was actually 63 years old. She told Lisa that when she first met Rich, she struggled to restrain from choking him. Lisa told her she was in the same boat, which prompted her to write an article about him. Tilda laughed and said she read all about it because Rich had the write-up framed in his office. She would have to go and check that out since she usually was in his living room, kitchen or bedroom.

Lisa had also been intentional about talking with her dad about life, volunteering and generically about Rich, without being specific. If he asked too many questions, he would find out about him. Her father wanted to know when he could meet the ‘guy,’ so she set a date for next month and now that month was here. Lisa talked to Rich about it, who seemed to be at ease about meeting her father. She tried to explain that their fathers were almost one in the same person, just different colors. Lisa was trying to prepare him for the worst.

Reservations were set at Warm Daddy’s soul food restaurant because apparently Tilda had been feeding Rich this for years now and he loved it. They met her dad there since he was already in the neighborhood. Rich was coming from work, so he had on a suit. Lisa tried to get him to lose the jacket, but he said it did not look right. She did not know how to explain the whole blue collar/white collar thing and making that distinction more noticeable. Therefore, Lisa stopped and just waited for the fireworks to start.

Mr. Johnson stood up to greet Lisa when he spotted her.

“Hey, daddy, happy to see you.” Lisa smiled.

“Where’s the young man?”

“He’s parking the car, he’ll be here.”

“Okay, this must be serious if you are bringing him my way.” Her dad smiled.

“It is daddy,” Lisa looked at him, silently pleading.

“Good, that’s what I like to hear. My girl’s about to be 30, so I’d like some grandchildren soon.”

“Dad,” Lisa sang in annoyance.

“What? Can’t an old man make a wish before it’s too late? Your brother seems to want to be celibate for the rest of his life, so you’re my only hope.”

“Oh my God, dad, leave Josh alone. He just hasn’t found the right one.”

“Don’t you have a girlfriend or someone that is interested in him? He’s not a bad looking man, he has his own business, what is wrong with that boy?”

“Dad, he doesn’t want to settle and you shouldn’t want him to.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Mr. Johnson,” Rich called.

Lisa turned around to see Rich going towards her dad to shake hands.

“Ah, State Senator Wells, fancy seeing you here,” her father replied.

Lisa looked dumbfounded.

How did they know each other?

What was happening?

“You both know each other?” she asked.

“Yeah, Wells, here plays poker with us on Fridays.”

“How do you know him?” her dad asked.

Rich went to take a seat at the empty side of the table closest to her. Lisa replied, “Because Wells is my Rich.”

Mr. Johnson looked from Lisa to Rich in confusion. He slowly sat down and said, “Wait, you are dating my daughter?

“Yes, sir.”

“You knew I was her father?”

“Yes, sir.”

Lisa turned towards Rich in shock.

“So you purposefully deceived me?” her dad asked with a blank expression on his face.

This was not going to be good. Actually, it may be lethal.

“Yes, sir.”

“Why?”

“Because I wanted you to get to know me as a man first and not just some guy trying to date your daughter.”

“Is that so?” Mr. Johnson asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“You know about this baby girl?” Mr. Johnson asked Lisa.

“No dad,” she turned to glare at Rich. “This is all news to me.”

“So you deceived my daughter as well?”

“W-well, I just didn’t tell her who I was playing poker with.”

“Which, in essence, is deception, Rich,” Lisa sharply remarked.

“Uh, can we talk about this later, baby?” Rich asked.

“I’m glad you are sure there will be a later for you,” Lisa said.

“Come on, baby, not in front of your father.”

“I’ve been so nervous about you meeting him and you’ve been chilling with him for the past few months. Playing Poker! You ain’t said shit to me about it, but you come here and throw us both for a damn loop. What the hell were you thinking?”

“Babe, not here.” Rich pleaded.

“Then where because I’m going home alone tonight.” Lisa was practically seething with anger.

Rich got out of his chair, got on one knee in front of her and said, “Babe, can you just calm down for a second. Put yourself in my shoes. I saw an opportunity and I took it. I didn’t want your dad to not like me because I was dating his daughter or because I was a white man dating his daughter, so I just wanted him to like or not like me based on the man I am. I just wanted a fair shake.”

“So you thought you would lie to him and me and that would get you a fair shake?” Lisa shook her head. “All this time.”

“Babe –”

“Don’t babe me and get up. I don’t need people thinking you are about to propose.”

Out of the blue, Aaron Johnson started laughing uncontrollably. He pounded his open hand on the table, several times, the way he does when he thinks something is hilariously funny. Other patrons started to look at them, but he just kept laughing.

“Dad, what is so funny?”

Aaron pulled himself together and continued to chuckle, as Rich sat back down in his chair looking just as confused as Lisa.

“That,” Aaron pointed to Rich, “there white boy is crazy.”

Lisa shook her head and said, “I know.”

Aaron nodded his head in the affirmative and said, “I like him. He’s crazy, but crazy enough for you, baby girl.” Lisa snapped her head around to look at her father.

“W-what?”

“I said the boy is crazy, but he’ll keep you on your toes. That’s what you need. A little crazy, little stubborn, some compassion, and an alpha.” He winked, “You’re going to need a whole lot of man.” He nodded his head towards Rich, “That’s what I see in you.”

“Now where is the waiter?” Aaron asked as he signaled for someone to come to the table.

Lisa looked at Rich, who had the dumbest smile plastered on his face. She shook her head and searched the menu. Who knew this crazy man could win the support of Aaron Johnson? She could not wait to tell Josh.

Dinner went off without another hitch and once dessert was finished, the two men fought over the bill until her dad won when he said, “I don’t think I like him anymore.”

Rich quickly gave him the bill and said, “I’ll get you on Friday.”

At that, Aaron laughed loudly again. Lisa guessed it was an inside joke. After their goodbyes, Rich drove Lisa home and went to turn the car off. She put her hand on his and said, “No leave it on because you are going home.”

“Come on, were you being serious?”

“Deadly.”

Lisa gathered her purse and took off her seatbelt. “You have a lovely night.”

“Baby, it worked.”

“Yeah, now he knows you’re crazy.”

“But also a real man!” he said proudly.

“Well, take your real man ass home because I’m glad your need to get approval from my father trumps the relationship that we have that should be deception-free.” Lisa shrugged her shoulders and said, “Hope that keeps you warm tonight.”

Lisa got out of the car, slammed the door and went into the house. A few minutes later, her phone buzzed with a text from Rich.

I’m sorry, babe. It won’t
happen again. Love you,
Sweet dreams.

She didn’t answer the text, but started her nightly routine and went to bed. The stress of the day was over, Aaron Jackson liked her crazy ass boyfriend and all was well in the world.

RICH
:
He knew she was mad, but he would wait it out. He would not admit it to her, but it was worth having her father’s approval. Lisa would not understand. She’d never get his father’s approval, he never even gained his support, so to have some resemblance of a family give their approval mattered a lot to him. He would sleep alone for a night to get that. He was still ecstatic about Mr. Johnson taking a liking to him. He needed to get some pictures of Lisa to put around the house for times like tonight when he was in the dog house. Especially some sexy photos.

The next day, Rich had a bouquet of flowers sent to the
No Fear
office for Lisa. They had not made any plans after work, but he hoped she was not still mad at him. He had not heard anything from her throughout the day, so he assumed he was still in the dog house. This caused him to be unsettled all day, so it didn’t help when he received word that Tilda’s son was arrested for double homicide and had not really turned his life around while he was locked up. Rich wanted to look more into his case, but at that moment, he understood more fully why she did not. Everything did not have a happy ending. All of his former clients were not saints or being mistreated and sometimes, good people turned into bad ones. He made a decision not to tell Tilda he looked, but he planned to keep tabs on him, just in case Tilda’s son found the right path. He would be sure to work hard to get him rehabilitated, so if there was a chance of him being a part of society again, he would have a fighting chance of survival.

As Rich walked towards his car, he noticed that it was dusk already. The days were starting to get shorter with summer coming to an end, but it was still the regular muggy Philly weather. He went to open his car door and saw a shadow behind him. Quickly turning around to defend himself, he dropped his briefcase and crouched low getting into fight mode.

Laughter erupted from the man who snuck up behind him, but Rich remained low with his hands up, guarding his face on both sides.

“Man, if you could see yourself.” The assailant continued to laugh.

When he calmed down, recognition set in and Rich realized it was Danny. He stood up to his full height and snapped, “Man, what the fuck?”

“Fuck, dude,” Danny laughed. “I couldn’t help it.”

“That shit is not funny,” Rich barked.

“Oh, you didn’t see your fucking face.” Danny was bent over Rich’s car laughing harder now. “You had to see your face. Then you were bent low like crouching tiger.”

He erupted with more laughter.

Rich did not think any of it was funny, but watching Danny laugh, he chuckled. Only a little bit. He was sure it looked like something out of a Kung Fu movie. He learned the art of Thai Chi a long time ago and he was not afraid to use it when necessary. Danny just got lucky, Rich told himself.

“Did you want something?” Rich asked. “I thought you were in California.”

“Whew,” Danny howled, trying to recover from his belly-aching laugh. “Naw, I didn’t really want anything. I’m still deciding whether to move back to Philly, so I’ve only been here for a month or so. I miss my city and everything about it. Friends, family and significant others. You know.”

Rich raised an eyebrow.

“Well, I heard you are with my girl now, so how did that happen?”

“No, I’m with my girl and it’s been happening for a while now.”

“I see. So, you took my advice. Cared for the kiddies and she started to care for you.”

“Naw, I just finally grew up and she noticed that, but again her caring for me has been happening for a while now.”

“Ah, so three years ago she cared for you?” Danny raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, on some level.”

Anger flicked in Danny’s eyes, which were now studying Rich like he was in a petri dish.

“White boy, you got balls, man.” Danny put his right hand in his USC hoodie.

Rich grunted and said, “So, did you want something to come from this little rendezvous?”

“I’ve known her all her life, so no matter what hoo-doo she’s been put under, she’ll always come back to her roots, where she belongs. I’m not sure how you rest easy, knowing that you’ll never be the man she really wants or even comfortable around.” Danny snickered, “She knows you’re a racist down to your bones. No amount of make-over or transformation will change that.”

Rich took a calculated step towards Danny, who to his surprise, didn’t flinch. “Danny, if I were you, I’d watch what you say, you might have to eat those words, sooner than you think,” he said with a smirk.

“Is that so, white boy, what are you going to do, have me arrested and then plead guilty on my behalf?” He raised his eyebrow at Rich, as he was not threatened at all by him. 

“Careful,” Rich grounded out.

“Oh, I know. Tell me this, I am curious. Do you guys role-play, you are the white master, she’s the wayward slave girl and you spank her ass. She used to –”