The Sweetest Taboo (4 page)

“Whool,” Britt said, feeling her pussy’s extreme tightness. “Yo, this ya first time?”

“No.” She opened her legs wider.

Slowly Britt pushed in deeper, but Yuri’s tight inner walls clamped around his dick and shot pain through the tip, causing him to stop again. “Why you lyin’? You ain’t never had no dick.” He slid his dick out. “I’m not gon’ play you like this.”

“I don’t want you to stop.” She started kissing him, holding him and whispering in his ear. “Put your dick back in.”

“Goddamn, Yuri.” He looked at her. “For real.” His dick felt so good and so warm sitting at the base of her cherry. “I wanna pop this shit so bad, but I don’t want you to hate me.”

“I’m not gon’ hate you.”

He took one of her legs, threw it over his shoulder and let the other rest on the bed. “Tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop.”

Yuri breathed deeply and as he slowly inched his dick in, she looked into his face. Thinking this would be their first and only time, she decided to keep the fact that she was in a lot of pain to herself. As she felt him push his dick in all the way, she winced again. “You want me to stop?” he asked.

“No.”

“But I don’t want you in pain. I want you to feel what I feel.” He slipped his dick out and commenced sucking her creamy jewel. And just when she started pushing his head in and calling his name, he pulled his tongue out and slipped his dick completely into her pussy.

“Don’t fall in love with me,” he said, finding ecstasy in her virgin middle.

“I won’t,” she lied, knowing she already had. “I won’t.”

“Drae, please,” Yuri said stuffing a bite of waffle into her mouth. “I don’t give a damn what Britt does.”

“Uhmm hmm.” Drae twisted her lips and took a sip of her juice. “You know I don’t believe that, right?”

“I don’t know why not.”

“Because I know you and right now it’s obvious that you’re lying to me. You cheating on Jeff?” Drae asked her.

“Why are you jumping to conclusions?!”

“Because I know you and I been there through all of the shit. And you know Britt ain’t nothin’ but a fuckin’ player, and he always has been.”

“You just don’t like him.”

“No, I see right through him, and I don’t want you gettin’ caught up in no shit. Jeff is all you need.”

“Jeff is not perfect.”

“Hell, I can’t tell!”

“Let me inform you Jeff has cheated and had a baby on me! Now how’s that for Mr. Wonderful?”

“What?” Drae looked at Nae-Nae, and she could tell by the look on his face that he already knew. “I know yo’ ass fuckin’ knew and nobody told me?! So what the hell am I, nothing? Does your mother know this? I can’t believe nobody told me! Are you serious, Yuri? A baby?”

“Yes, I’m serious. Why would I lie?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because your life always seemed so perfect.”

“What does that have to do with you?”

“Well, everybody can’t marry Mr. Wonderful, Drae.”

“You don’t know what or who the fuck I married, so don’t even go there. Are you serious Jeff had a baby on you?”

“For the last time, he has a son.”

Drae felt like crying for her cousin. “How old is this child?”

“He’s five, and I’ve known since the day the child support papers came to the house.”

“I can’t understand why you didn’t tell me?”

“Why would I do that and make myself look like a fool? Here I loved the man who’s been with me since I was two-hundred-and-sixty pounds and he was out loving somebody else. Not to mention she’s white—”

“He cheated on you with a white bitch? Oh, hell no.”

“And you have a problem,” Nae-Nae interrupted, “with her being white because…?”

“Because,” Drae snapped, “don’t no black woman want to be cheated on with no white girl.”

“What’s the difference? Her pussy is pink. Please, how about he shouldn’t have done the shit period.”

“Whatever,” Yuri said. “Her being white just makes the shit worse. And she was eighteen.”

“What?!” Drae screeched. “So what you gon’ do now? I know you ain’t leaving him, so that bitch can try and step in. Fuck that.”

“I may leave.”

“Why?” Drae paused. “Women get cheated on every day; I wouldn’t give my damn man away.”

“She can have him.”

“Why, because you back to fuckin’ with Britt?”

“Why are you on Britt?”

“Because somethin’ funny seems like it’s going on—Nae-Nae?”

“Why you calling my name?” Nae-Nae asked.

“All I’m saying,” Drae carried on, “is that if you even think about fucking Britt, you better remember that this is the same niggah who wouldn’t even look at you twice when you wore more sizes than the average plus. And now that you’re workin’ the hell outta a fierce sixteen…all of a sudden this niggah can hollah and wanna spend some time? Spare me.”

Yuri felt like she’d been gut-punched. “Well, don’t you worry about Britt. You need to be worried about Hassan and his down-low ass!”

“Excuse you?!”

“Whoool, you way out there, Yuri,” Nae-Nae said. “Bring it back.”

“You the one said ‘ring the alarm’ that your gay-dar goes off when he’s around.”

Nae-Nae gave a fake smile. “I was hatin’.” He looked at Drae. “I was. You know me, I wanted to fuck him. I’m sorry. I am.” He looked at Yuri. “I’ma see you, bitch.”

“Whatever.”

Drae sat quiet for a moment. “Usually, I’da checked yo’ fuckin’ chin, but now that I see you goin’ through some shit, I’ma let that slide. But if you ever come out your face like that at me again, I’ma see you myself!” Drae spat.

Yuri felt bad about what she’d just said. “I’m sorry Drae. I was out of line.”

“Whatever.” Drae resumed eating her food. “Whatever.”

Yuri

         Anthony Hamilton’s “Where Did It Go Wrong?” made love to the deafening silence that danced through Yuri and Jeff’s Central Park West apartment. Clouds of thick smoke from Jeff’s Cuban cigar hustled their way through the air and floated to the ceiling, while streams of light, smuggled in between the eyes of the mini blinds, left their reflection on the bamboo floor.

While reminiscing and listening to music, it had crossed Jeff’s mind to buy some weed and get high, but then he thought being high would defeat the purpose of reflecting on the months’ worth of bullshit he’d been dealing with. He knew Yuri was lying about leaving at five o’clock in the morning to go to work. He just didn’t know why, which made their whole situation seem even more fucked up, especially when he was giving his all to be a good husband. And he knew he messed up when he cheated and his mistress had his child, but that was five years ago, and this time he was trying desperately to get it right. But Yuri wasn’t cooperating, and in a minute she was gon’ push him to cheat again. Especially since she didn’t seem to appreciate the wonderful husband he’d become.

Now he sat at home alone, entertaining every thought that popped in his head as being the truth. He couldn’t stop the visions of Yuri freely giving pussy away: riding, spooning, letting some niggah—any niggah—hit it from the back.

He absolutely hated that he tolerated her losing weight. He had a good mind to kick Whoopi Goldberg’s ass for acting like L. A. Weight Loss was the key to success. He was happier with his size-twenty-four wife, who looked in the mirror and complained every day about being fat. That he could deal with. But all this flying to Trinidad, shaking her ass and showing off cleavage he never knew she had, irked him. He was used to being king and now he’d been dethroned by a tight waist and a new shape.

All of which led him to think of standing tall on his five-eleven athletically built, masculine frame, rearing his shoulders back and kicking Yuri’s natural ass when she walked in the door. But then again, he didn’t want to bring himself to the point of no return. He knew if he hit her, he would kill her. And there was no way he wanted her dead without answers to the questions running around in his head like
What the fuck is yo’ problem? And where the fuck you been all day? You lost yo’ fuckin’ mind walking into this motherfuckin’ co-op I pay the mortgage for, with a scent that I swear is another niggah’s dick! Have you gone stupid leaving me here all alone with nobody, when I’m the only man that loved you when yo’ fat ass could catch nothing but a fuckin’ fish to eat, and now you don’t wanna give me no pussy? Ain’t this some shit…

As soon as Yuri closed the front door behind her, she could tell Jeff had been waiting all day with something to say. And since she’d just walked in from work and it had been a week since she’d last heard from Britt, she wasn’t in the mood to discuss any
Where has the love gone?
bullshit. And she didn’t feel like staring Jeff in the face while flashbacks of sucking Britt’s dick invaded her mind; so her plan was to help him get straight to the point, so she could cuss his ass out and have all the unnecessary bullshit over with.

“I take it you ready to rumble.” She sighed and sucked her teeth. “So let me just get this poppin’. I already know I’m still fat.” She held her right hand out and counted on her fingers. “I may have lost weight, but I’m no fuckin’ Oprah, and Halle Berry is putting my biracial ass to sleep. Let’s see what else: Oh, you sick of me coming in here thinking I’m cute when you’re the one who made me. And Drae is the only one in my family who’s ever been close to being skinny, and I need to stop thinking I’m her ’cause I’m not. And if it wasn’t for Hassan, her gold-diggin’ ass wouldn’t be shit either. We just a coupla sad-ass bitches, using niggahs like you and your weird-ass boy Hassan to make it through life ’cause if it wasn’t for you I’d still be a lonely-ass, waiting on a dick to swing my way. So I better check myself before I wreck myself. Does that about sum it up? Or you got some new fucked-up shit you invented? Hit me with it now, so I can recite it tomorrow when I walk in the door.” She paused. “Oh, you have nothing to say? Then good, you can kiss my ass for even thinking that shit.” She slammed her Chloé bag and keys on the glass sofa table, causing a screeching sound. She took a deep breath and pulled her purple scrub top out of her matching uniform pants.

Jeff leaned against the couch, contemplating if now was the time to kick her ass.

“What,” she said, exasperated, “the fuck are you staring at?” Before Jeff could answer she went on, “Paleeze, just say what the fuck you gotta say.” She lit a long brown cigarette, and the thin smoke released from her lips mixed in with his. Yuri was even more disgusted that she felt forced to light a cigarette, especially when she’d lied and told Britt she’d stopped smoking, but smoking was the only relief she got from tolerating Jeff. “’Cause, I’m not gon’ stand here and figure out what the hell’s boggling yo’ mind, and my knees are too sore to be beggin’ you to speak—”

“Where are you trying to take me, Yuri? You want me to cuss you out like the ho you are? Ever since you lost weight you like a whole ’nother person. Are you fucking somebody over there at L. A. Weight Loss? Or this some bum niggah you passed on the street?”

“Whatever, Jefferson.”

“Yeah, I know.” He wiggled his neck. “‘Whatever.’”

Just the sight of a grown man wiggling his neck like a fagass around-the-way girl made Yuri laugh.

“Oh, you just jolly, huh?” Jeff said. “But tell me this: Is this new niggah fucking your mind? Because I never said you and Drae were sad-ass bitches. I said y’all was some unhappy-ass tramps. Get it straight.” Jeff took a pull off his cigar.

“Go to hell!”

“I just came back!”

“Fuck you.”

“And get infected?!” As soon as he said that, he hated he’d spat it out. Now he knew anything was bound to fly out of her mouth.

“You Uncle-Tom, low-self-esteem-havin’ niggah. Have you forgotten that your rotten-ass dick is the reason I had gonorrhea and chlamydia? Have you slipped up and forgotten that you were off fucking some eighteen-year-old-white-trailer-park-nasty-trash bitch, when you flew her to Aspen and had a skiing accident, where your black-ass balls split completely open causing you to be sterile? Have you forgotten about that five-year-old kid you have with that white bitch? The one and only child you will ever be able to make, cause yo’ stupid ass is sterile now?! Need I remind you that we were supposed to have a baby, but when it became my turn your nuts had been ravaged. You’re useless, Jeff. Get the fuck over it. It was bad enough your dick game was whack but now all you shootin’ is water. Go pay child support or some shit. Just leave me the fuck alone.”

Jeff knew she would come back hard, but this had left him damn near speechless. “Yo’ fat ass must be on drugs.”

“Oh, please, yo’ problem is you’ve kicked dirt on me and now all of a sudden you wanna be all in my chest, like a collapsed lung and shit. But if you know like I know, you’ll stop clouding my airway like you Mr. Fuckin’ Asthma.”

Jeff slid his tie from around his neck. He thought about laughing in her fuckin’ face and then slapping the shit out of her. Finally he knew he wasn’t crazy and all the thoughts running around in his head were a revelation: This bitch had lost her fuckin’ mind. Never, ever since they’d been together had she spoken to him like this, so he was convinced this new attitude was from fucking another niggah. Whispering freaky shit in her ear, playing in her hair, telling her how much he liked her and how bad he wanted to fuck her. Perhaps eating her pussy and sucking her titties like soft cream. Maybe, Jeff continued to think, the man was taller than he was, had broader shoulders, bigger feet, more money and most of all a bigger dick. Suddenly all Jeff could see was Yuri letting this new niggah have her spread-eagle.

Jeff jumped up and shook his head. Just as he decided to get to the root of this situation, Yuri shot him a snide look, headed toward the bathroom and left him standing there with lingering smoke rising from the tip of her cigarette in the ashtray.

Yuri strolled into the master bathroom, took her clothes off, stepped into the shower and closed the glass door behind her. She was sick of Jeff’s harassing her about what used to be. Couldn’t he see that yesterday had packed its shit and left?

Yuri turned on the shower radio and to her surprise Davaad Levy, the station’s DJ, was playing an evening mix of Britt’s reggae. Britt had been singing since they were in high school and had had a record deal for close to five years, but only in recent times did his music career take off and get prime-time attention. Now he was on every metropolitan station, sharing airtime with the likes of Sean Paul, Beanie Sigel, Baby Cham and Beenie Man. And no, he wasn’t exactly rich—the fame always came before the fortune—but Yuri didn’t care. At this moment, if she couldn’t have the man she wanted with her, at least she had his music.

As she lathered her body with sour-apple sugar scrub her nipples started to tingle; she wanted badly to rub her fingers across her clit and pretend that Britt was sucking it. Feeling as if someone was watching her she turned toward the glass door and saw Jeff standing in the middle of the bathroom floor. For a moment she felt her thoughts were fully exposed. “Jeff…” she said, but no words came behind speaking his name. She could see his eyes roaming all over her as he remembered how much he loved to stare at her naked body. How her breasts sat upon her chest like full moons with the blackest and prettiest nipples he’d ever seen. And the light covering of neatly trimmed hair on her pussy always turned him on.

As Jeff stared, he did his best not to lick his lips, but instead willed himself to remember the faceless new niggah he’d envisioned having his wife spread-eagle.

With Britt’s music continuing to serenade them, Jeff swung the glass door open with such force that the wall it was connected to shook and the glass made a howling sound as it appeared to shiver. He stepped into the shower, and the water falling over his body reminded Yuri of a storm in the Trinidadian Trace.

“You think I’m stupid?!” Jeff asked as he grabbed Yuri’s face. His fingers were pressed so deeply into her cheeks she could feel his tips against her teeth.

“Are you crazy?” she asked him, not knowing if this was the part where she should scream or ask him to leave. “This ain’t no new version of
Psycho.
What are you doing?” She did her best to remove his hands from her face.

“What…the fuck…is yo’ problem?” he asked her as the water drenched his clothes.

“Jeff, go away,” Yuri said, beginning to feel frightened. Seeing that getting him to remove his hands was a losing battle, she said, “You’re hurting me.”

Jeff stared at her for a minute longer before he took his hands away from her face. The overhead shower, which was controlled by the motion of their bodies, followed their movement as Jeff pushed her into the corner of the stall. His starched-white shirt clung like a layer of skin to him as he placed his arms above her head.

“Oh, I know you ain’t scared,” he said as he studied her eyes. “You had more balls than me a few minutes ago! Yo’ mouth was runnin’ like a motherfucker when you walked in the door. Kick that shit while I’m breathing in your face. I’m listening. Now what you say?”

“Go ’head, Jeff.”

“Naw, fuck ‘
Go ’head, Jeff
.’ Say it now. Or are thoughts of this new niggah pressin’ that hard on your mind?” he said, mushing his index finger into her forehead. Jeff took his left hand and grabbed Yuri by the back of her neck, causing her head to jerk back. Slowly he pressed behind her ears with his thumb and index finger and whispered, “How long this niggah been fuckin’ you?”

Caught off guard, Yuri stood speechless. She started to get a painful crick in her neck as Jeff’s grip became tighter. Tears filled her eyes, but she was determined not to cry.

“You know I been peeping this whole shit, right?” Jeff’s deep voice seemed to echo as he took his free hand and ran his fingers through her hair. Her usually bouncy curls were now flat from the rising steam.

Yuri licked her plush lips and stared at him as if to say
Please.
Realizing fear was starting to enslave her, she screamed, “Jeff, stop it!” She pushed him. “Get off me!”

“No!” He pressed his chest farther into her breasts, pushing her deeper into the corner. “For the past six months you been switching yo’ ass around here, ignoring me like I wasn’t shit! You stopped talking to me, you stopped fucking me, and the next thing I know you playin’ me. And the only thing I can see that would have you losing your fuckin’ mind on me is a new niggah!”

“Jeff—”

“Don’t fuckin’ ‘Jeff’ me. See, Yuri, you got this Armani suit and tie fucked up. I will kill yo’ ass before I let you cheat on me. So tell me, while you still got a chance, and don’t lie, tell me now so I can think about what I wanna do with you. Are you fuckin’ another niggah?”

“Jeff—” She did her best to twist her neck out of his grip. “Stop it! Let me go!”

“Why do you keep asking me the same shit? I said no. Now, are you giving this niggah my pussy?” He brushed his free hand across her pussy lips, parting them with his fingers. “Tell me, does he use one finger or two? Or, better yet, his whole fist?” He took four of his fingers and slid them into her slit, while having his thumb massage her clit.