Zane's Busy Bodies: Chocolate Flava 4 (28 page)

I cannot let my neighbors see me like this.
I grabbed the long faux fur coat that Iesha let me borrow last month.

I walked slowly toward the car, tripping twice in such ridiculous shoes, hoping that no one was outside that I knew. Still, I couldn’t believe I was doing this—and to think, she’s only met this guy once. I thought she’d hooked me up with a prospect, not a stranger.

Dear God, I just hope he’s cute . . . and not expecting to get any.

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The GPS directions were perfect and as I neared the exit, my stomach started doing somersaults. Exiting, I decided to pull over and collect myself before turning onto his street. I parked the car in an empty lot.

Where are her tissues, towels—something. I scoured quickly underneath the passenger-side seat and pulled out a silver flask.

“Please, God, forgive me.” I took a swig of the vile-tasting substance, but it didn’t help.

“Vodka!” I chuckled. I pulled down the driver’s-side mirror and patted away beads of sweat from my forehead.

I pulled back onto the road when my purse started buzzing. “What the hell?”

Turning onto General Drive, I stopped at the entrance of the gated community and checked my phone. Iesha had sent a text message.

“Hey, sis. Hope you’re close. I txt James and said you were running late. Remember to have fun!”

“Okay,” I responded.

The gate code was already programmed into the GPS and his home was barely two minutes away. I pulled into his circular driveway, admiring the white stucco, two-story home. James’s lawn was well manicured with gorgeous oak trees scattered throughout.

“I can do this . . . I need to pray.”

My silent two-minute prayer turned into a long, ten-minute one. I swallowed hard, taking one last gulp from the flask, and carefully placed it back underneath the seat. I grabbed the duffel bag and opened the car door.

“Amen.”

I approached the front door and tried not to wince as my stomach started turning again. My nerves were getting the best of me.

I’m stronger than this. Just eat and go home, Yana. And no more sisterly bets. Ever. I rang the doorbell and waited. After getting no response, I went to knock and mistakenly pushed the door open.

“Hello, is anyone home?”

I looked past the entryway and noticed that there was a portrait of a couple hung on the wall over the fireplace to my right. She was scantily clad in white lingerie and they were both holding glasses of wine—ready to kiss. Candle sconces framed the portrait. I looked down to see a small round table covered in a red cloth. In the center of the table were a long-stemmed red rose, a glass of white wine, and a note:

Good evening, my love. Please leave your indiscretions at the door. This glass of wine will assist you. Your instructions are down the hall.

My Love? Instructions? Indiscretions? I was flabbergasted—and confused.

I picked up the glass of wine and started down the hall, taking small sips, remembering I’d just had a little vodka. I entered the next room—a small sitting room. James was obviously a lover of art because the walls had more artwork of men and women in different sexual situations. Candlelight danced everywhere and I was starting to wonder if I would be eating dinner at all. I spotted another table, this time with a purple tablecloth, another glass of wine, and a second note:

Indulge me with another glass of wine. I promise this will be the best night of your life. Prepare to have fun and we will do everything we talked about.

What does he mean, “Everything we talked about”? Oh, my God! Does he think I’m—No, she wouldn’t do that to me. I’d never spoken to him and Esha said that they’ve talked and texted and that she told him about me.

My heart was beating hard in my chest, and I thought about leaving before I got in too deep.

No, I’ll simply greet him, thank him for the wine, and leave.

I sat on a white plush sofa and continued to sip. After I’d finished half the glass, I wasn’t as nervous but still slightly apprehensive.

Where is he?

The candlelight had me in a trance as I ran my fingers across the sofa with my eyes closed, feeling the softness of the fabric . . .

One more minute and I’m gone . . .

“Welcome to my lair, my queen. Don’t speak, just relax.” I could hear his deep sexy voice, but I didn’t see him enter as he stood behind me. Was I asleep?

“Baby, I want you to know that last text you sent made my dick hard as a rock. I’ve been waiting to see you and watch you run your tongue all around the shaft of my cock.”

It was a setup! My sister sent me there, knowing that she wanted me to be her for the night. I shot up. “James . . . look . . .” But the alcohol had taken effect and I was a little light-headed. “Shhh, baby, I want to do all of the talking tonight, just like we planned.” He unzipped my black duffel bag. “I see you brought the goody bag.” He opened the bag, pulled out a blindfold, and quickly tied it on me. The wine was in full effect and though I was mortified by the thought of seven years without sex, this man wanted to make me feel good.

I sat there in a daze, terrified on the inside and completely clueless on the outside.

What in the world am I supposed to do? What would Iesha do?

“Okay, baby, take my hand, and let me lead you to our secret place tonight.”

It took everything I had to smile. I took his hand and he helped me up. “Baby, don’t be shy now; look at me.” He raised my blindfold and just stared at me. “You are so beautiful, more beautiful than the first time I laid eyes on you.” He cupped my face with both hands, and I looked up at his face. He is handsome. Caramel skin, salt-and-pepper goatee, gray eyes, and bald. His hands were so soft, so sensual, and when he touched my face and swept his fingers across my lips, he almost took my breath away. He was dressed in black slacks and an open white shirt, revealing his well-manicured chest. I closed my eyes and inhaled the scented candles for the first time. I tried to hide my excitement at being in the presence of a man so fine.

He replaced the blindfold over my eyes and kissed me.

Immediately, I kissed him back, feeling my sweet spot betray me as it began to quiver. He picked me up and I wrapped my hands around his neck as he began to walk. I rested my head on his shoulder.

My final destination had the smell of fresh vanilla as he lowered me onto the bed. He knelt before me and proceeded to take my shoes off, massaging my feet.

“I can’t wait to taste you, feel you, to be inside you.” He took each toe into his mouth and sucked on it. “Mmmmm . . .” It felt so good and I knew it wasn’t supposed to. “Oh yeah, Iesha, baby, you taste so good.”

I shuddered at hearing her name, but came to the realization that I didn’t care anymore. I heard him fumbling with something. “Let’s see what else you have in this bag.”

I didn’t know what was in that bag, but I did know that James was amazing at sucking my toes and kissing my ankles. He rose up and pulled me to my feet, holding my waist. It dawned on me that he was unzipping my skirt. I grabbed his hand.

“It’s okay, baby, I’ll take really good care of you. I promise.”

Whether it was the wine or simply the yearning of my body, I released his hand, letting him continue. That voice was getting to me. It was so relaxing, mesmerizing. My skirt and thong fell to the floor.

Next he unbuttoned my blouse, and my nipples responded immediately as he unfastened my bra. I could feel his eyes on me.

“Damn, baby, your titties are huge.” He cupped one and I gasped. “You are absolutely beautiful naked.”

He placed each breast in his mouth and sucked, running his tongue around my nipples.
Oh, my God, he makes me feel so good . . .

“C’mon, Iesha, I want to take you to the brink, baby. I want you to call me Daddy tonight.”

We kissed again, the warmth between my legs growing, my body betraying me. That voice—sweet, sensual, deep voice from this man was making my center ache with anticipation, a throbbing that I hadn’t felt in a long time. I threw away the blindfold and watched as he fumbled around the bag. After a few seconds, he pulled out something and showed it to me.

“You have a lot of nice toys in this bag. I would love to see what this rocket does to you.” He pulled me close and kissed my cheek, putting his tongue in my ear. “Shit, girl, you smell so good.” He ran his tongue along my shoulder up my neck to my ear, kissing my earlobe.

He pushed me back onto the bed and placed his hand in between my legs. He gently pushed my thighs open and I let him, realizing that it might be my one opportunity to let go.

“Yeah, let Daddy in, let me feel that pussy. I want you to cum for me, baby. I wanna feel you cum for me.” His fingers slid in and out of me and I was sure I had wet his bed with my love. “Yeah, mama, there you go.”

Jesus, he was pressing my button and . . .
Oh my, what is that—that is not his finger. Not vibrating like that.

“Yeah, baby, you like that, don’t you? Doesn’t that feel good?” He set the vibrator on top of my clit and I jerked forward.

“Oooooohhhhh . . . mmmmm . . . that feels so good.”

He continued to finger me, the sensation incredible as the vibrator continued its buzzing. “Oh, my Jesus! Oh, shit!”
Forgive me, Lord!

“Yeah, mama, c’mon and cum for Daddy. I knew you had it in you.”

“Please don’t stop, please . . .”
How could I have forsaken my body for this long?
“Oh, yeah, baby, that’s it.”

I needed to touch him—to bring him closer to me. I began to rub his head, my feet perched on his shoulders. He kissed my belly and I felt warm all over. I was so wet and it felt so good. He proceeded to taste me, his tongue tossing my love button around in his mouth. “Oh, shit, James! I can’t—I can’t . . .” and I felt something I hadn’t in years.

He took my hand in his and placed it on his stick. “Touch me,” he said. “Touch my cock and squeeze it, baby.”

He placed my hand on his dick and I squeezed the tip, in awe. It was thick and so hard. My pussy throbbed from the thought of being taken by James. My body was ready.

Without a second thought, I took him into my mouth. I was overwhelmed as I began to go up and down the shaft of his stick. I moved to the head of his stick and began sucking harder, letting him grind himself into my mouth.

I needed more. I started to touch myself and grew more aroused as he continued fucking my face.

“I see you need me, baby. You ready?”

“Uh-huh.”

He laid me down and put my legs on his shoulders and entered my center.

“Oooooh . . . James . . .”

“Yeah, Iesha . . . you like that, huh? Damn, you’re tight. You’ve been saving this pussy for me, haven’t you? Damn this virgin pussy, girl . . . so good.”

I winced as he pushed deeper, but as soon as he slid in, every nerve in my body exploded.

“Oh, my God, I’m . . .”

“Yeah, baby, that’s what I’m talking about. Let Daddy have it . . .”

My climax was strong and long. “Ahhhhhh shit! James!!!”

“Oh baby, you know just what to do. Damn, this pussy feels so good.” He pulled himself out of me and knelt in front of me. “Sit up, baby.”

I sat up and instinctively sat Indian-style. I watched in awe as he brought his dick to my face and perched it on the tip of my nose. I smiled at him before opening my mouth as wide as I could so he could push his stick into my mouth.

“Yeah, baby, suck this dick. Go up and down the shaft. Yeah, just like that.”

I glanced up at the first man I’d had in many years. His face was serious, his hips gyrating as I tasted myself on him.

“Oh yeah . . . Oh yeah . . . oh shit . . . ooooohhhhh yeah . . . fuck!”

He pulled his stick out and commanded me. “Get on all fours, baby. I wanna really fuck you; I need to see your ass, boo.”

I turned over onto all fours and before I was ready, he slapped it and immediately pushed his dick inside of me.

“C’mon—raise yo’ ass in the air!” I cried out while raising my ass in the air. “That’s that shit, ma. Yeah!”

He rammed me, harder and deeper with each stroke. I loved the pain of his dick pounding against me, all while he mercilessly slapped my ass.

“Yeah, baby, you’re mine now! Damn, this pussy is good, oh, shit!”

My body started to speak for me, my vagina got wetter and then I realized that I was moving in rhythm with him.

“Oh yeah, baby, that’s what I’m talking about. Make Daddy work for that pussy. I don’t mind a little fight. Work that shit, girl. Show Daddy how that pussy talks.”

Oh, my God—I’m getting that feeling again.
He sensed my release and slammed into me harder and deeper.

“I’m ready to explode, baby. Where do you want it?” I turned around, opened my mouth, and let him fill it, his seed squirting into my throat and down the sides of my face. Smiling, I licked my lips and tasted the man who’d verified what my sister had always said: “No matter who you are and what you do, there’s a little bit of a freak in all of us. You just have to let it out!”

Amazonia

If I had a quarter for every time I was late, I’d be filthy rich by now,
Faith said silently to herself as she searched for her keys and her purse. Her son’s Christmas play was supposed to start promptly at seven p.m., according to the invitations that were sent home with the students two weeks in advance. Faith would be attending the function alone. Faith and Jabari’s dad were still together, but they weren’t married. They weren’t perfect but they worked well together.

When Faith finally made it to the elementary school, she wondered how many students were participating in the program, seeing as how it took her ten minutes to find a place to park. By the time she got to the auditorium, it was half past seven and the auditorium held no empty seats. She found a spot at the back of the audience, falling in line with the rest of the late arrivals. Lucky for her Jabari’s class had not yet performed. The first-graders were doing their own rendition of “Santa Claus Is Coming to Town.”

Faith scanned the crowd of children seated in front of the stage and found her fourth-grader tucked between two girls that captivated his attention instead of the chorus of six-year-olds, who had composed the song well but completely destroyed the performance. By the end of the song, the stage had lost two little boys who had to potty, a couple of shoes from various little girls
that had been tossed away by overly dramatic kicks during the dance routine, and a couple of Christmas ornaments that hung from the tree onstage had been knocked off their branches and stampeded by almost everyone as they exited the stage.