Between Sisters (25 page)

I guess the conversation was boring him so much that he turned on the television again. With my cue, I pretended to focus on the television. Then I made the too-warm move and removed my blazer, which gave him sight of my ample cleavage busting out of my too tight silk blouse. Strangely, it was actually kind of chilly in the car, which caused the hardening of my nipples. With my eyes still focused on the television and playing restless in my seat, I moved around until I felt Mr. Neely was getting a perfect view of the kitty kat.

When he wanted to see more of the boobs, he asked that I reach down into the mini-bar and get him a bottle of water. My reaching down caused my boobs to protrude from the half-cup bra and was almost fully exposed by the opening of my blouse. After handing him the water that was actually closer for him to reach, I sat back in my seat, giving him another bird’s eye view of the kitty. However, when I sat back, my boobs didn’t go back into the bra as they should have. Instead, they sat atop of the bra. So now, it seemed like I was wearing a silk see-thru blouse with no bra.

While Mr. Neely obviously was massaging himself underneath the coat on his lap, I kept pretending to watch the television while switching up his views of my ass and pussy.

Then out of nowhere, he just said, “Nice.”

“
I’m sorry. What was that?” I asked.

He caught himself and said he was talking about the television program. I just played along and said, “Oh,” though there wasn’t anything nice showing on the television. The program was reporting on a famine infested area in Africa.

By the time we arrived at the seafood restaurant somewhere near the water in Brooklyn that took an eternity to reach, I straightened up for the public eye. We went and had a very professional dinner, and no one would have ever had a clue of what came before.

After dinner, the time finally came when I had wondered what would happen if he took it further.

Back in the limo, again, I gave him a peepshow as he sat across from me. Three glasses of wine later, maybe four, I was getting bolder and hornier. I didn’t waste any time.

Of course, we had to ride with the light on again. When I sat in the limo, I removed my coat and placed it on another seat. Then I removed my blazer again, seductively. I asked him for a bottle of water, and naturally, he had me get it myself. That meant the boobs came popping out the bra again. This time, I added a twist. As I bent down, I used a finger to undo my highest buttons on the blouse without him seeing. The buttons were already set low on the blouse. When I sat back up, I pretended not to know my blouse was open. Then I turned just so, where he could clearly see my naked tit. The air hitting my nipple caused the hardening of it. I then drew one of my legs under me where I sat, which opened up his view downtown. Still pretending to be focused on television, I opened my water, attempted to drink, and let some spill onto my bosom.

I only expected to wet my blouse so he could enjoy the wet imprint of my dark, exposed nipple. Instead, he grabbed some napkins and came over to help me dry myself off. Such the gentleman. At first, he ran the napkins across my blouse. Then, as he was wiping, his whole hand ended up inside of my blouse, wiping my bare breast that didn’t get wet. Eventually, he gave up on the napkin and just fondled my breast like he was feeling one for the first time. Me? My eyes stayed focused on the television as he let out a moan and my pussy contracted.

My skirt was hiked up so high that he probably could hear my pussy screaming, “Don’t forget about me!”

His stubby, old white fingers finally found their way to the cove, and when at the cove, he seemed to be digging for gold. I reclined myself back to allow him better positioning in the cove. Oh, what a service I did for myself then. By now, my two tits were completely exposed, and while he used his fingers to find hidden treasures, his mouth went to town on my tits. The shit was feeling too damn good, so I just let myself go with the flow.

Before I knew it, my skirt was hiked around my waist, and Mr. Neely had me bent over the seat with my legs straight and apart, while he crawled underneath me and licked my pussy as he continued to explore with his fingers.

He continuously chanted, “Beautiful. This is beautiful.”

Then he came back around my backside and started licking my asshole. He used his thumb to keep playing with my clit while he licked with his thick tongue. My legs were so weak, they were shaking. Then he laid me back on the seat so he could return to attending to my breasts while playing with my clit just before his mouth went downtown to go in for the kill. He made all kinds of animal noises, which turned me on even more. I grabbed everything I could reach to try and muffle my screams.

I must have been real drunk or on some whole other kind of shit, because before I knew it, Mr. Neely’s fat red dick was in my mouth, and I was sucking like a baby nursing for milk, while his fingers were deeply inserted into the depths of my cove. I didn’t give a damn about the light being on in the limo and the possibility of being seen from anyone outside the vehicle. I was in a place of ecstasy.

Everything came to a grinding halt when the driver announced through a speaker that we had arrived at our destination. That destination was back at my apartment. We collected ourselves before the driver opened the limo door, and when the driver did open the door for me, he tried hard to contain a smile. He obviously knew or had seen what was going on, which is probably why he made the announcement.

So I’m all excited, thinking we’re about to head up to my apartment and finish this thing, but instead, Mr. Neely wished me a pleasant evening and said he’d see me in the morning at the office.

I was thinking,
Ain’t this a bitch!
I was actually looking forward to having his fat red dick in my pussy. I was half tempted to ask him to at least see me upstairs safely in my apartment. That way, maybe we could have stolen a couple of strokes. But, I just let it go and walked away feeling like a trick that had just gotten played.

Eric, Eric, Eric. Where’s a good dick when you need one?

40

Sandy

As soon as baby and I received our six-week check-ups, we were on our way to Houston. Since Lewis had a good job there, we felt it was best for us to be in Houston. So, he found a big house for all the kids. He’d be a damn fool if he ever thought I’d let him bring Charise’s baby to our house. People think that will push him to spend time with Charise, but I say he’s not allowed anywhere near that bitch or her baby. I told him that I wanted him to get a paternity test as soon as possible, because if he found out that’s not his baby, we wouldn’t have to be worried about Charise sniffing around ever again. If it turned out to be his, then I guess we’ll deal with it. I still can’t stand his ass, but I’m not going to give her the satisfaction of handing him back over to her. Especially now since I know he’s my daughter’s father.

Charise should have gotten a clue when he hadn’t bothered to go to her while she was having her baby. Instead, he used that time to collect his belongings from that apartment, leaving her and the baby’s stuff behind.

He’s been completely avoiding her and made me promise to stay away from her since he didn’t do her right. Serves her ass right, if you ask me. I get a laugh out of every time I listen to the pathetic voice messages she leaves him on his phone, begging him to come back to her. I told him that he can’t avoid her forever and that he needs to get the paternity issue out the way. He finally took my advice and went to see her about doing the test. Naturally, she went ballistic. I wish he would have allowed me to go with him. I owe her an ass-whipping anyhow.

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Charise

I don’t understand how all of this is happening. Lewis said once we got back the paternity results, he’d feel more comfortable with us being together. He said he brought Sandy to Houston because he needs to be there for his baby girl. He said he didn’t give a damn about Sandy, only the baby. He promised he wouldn’t let her come and bother me or the baby. He just needed his daughter closer to him.

At least he’s trying to be a good father to his children,
I thought.

I asked him about the stuff Nicole told me, and he said it was a lie. I wanted to believe him, but Nicole had too many facts that I didn’t have prior to her telling me, such as him returning to D.C. for Sandy and not his other children.

The day we went for the paternity test, he acted so sexually deprived. He told me the last time we were together was the last time he had sex, which was the same day he left about Sandy’s baby. He said he wasn’t trying to have sex with Sandy because he didn’t want to be with her in that way. Since it was still too soon for me to be vaginally sexually active, he asked for a blowjob and anal sex. He said he couldn’t wait to make love to me again. Giving in, I gave him the blow job to hold him over until I was cleared by my doctor for sex.

When I didn’t hear back from him again, I didn’t know what to make of it. He didn’t even bother to call me about the results. After several days of not hearing from him so we could go get the paternity results, I finally went to the testing center myself. I was told Lewis had already received the results days prior. After showing ID, they gave me a copy.

Somehow, something went wrong. The test results showed Lewis is not the father. There can’t be anyone else. The only other person I was with unprotected was that two-minute jerk, Arnold.

He can’t be the father because babies can’t be made in two minutes.

*****

Weeks later, through phone company records, I tracked down Arnold. I asked him to do a paternity test and found that it only takes two minutes to make a baby. He’s excited about having the baby. It’s his first, and although he wishes the circumstances were different for us, he said he will always be here for our son. He even offered to move to Houston to be closer to the baby. He felt Houston was a better environment to raise a child than D.C. So, he came and got his own place, and now we share our son. He seems like a much better father than Lewis could ever be. I also learned he can go longer than the original two minutes we first shared, and with some coaching, he was able to do just about everything right.

I had to find a new place to live since things were turning ugly between Angelina and me. She acted as if she had a right to be angry with me, when it should have been me angry with her. Living next to each other was not a good thing. I also didn’t want to stay in a place that Lewis used as his sex spot before I came. On top of that, I could have sworn I’ve seen Sandy doing drive-bys on me. I take it she knows that Lewis is not the father of my son, yet she still has it in for me. She needs to get a life.

I wasn’t quite ready to play house with Arnold yet, so I found a place nearby his apartment. This way, we can share our parenting duties and occasionally hook up for sexual purposes. I don’t know how this arrangement is going to work out if either of us starts dating someone else. I guess time will reveal all.

Harmony’s Epilogue

Well, everything worked out in the end. Charise doesn’t have to share a man with Sandy anymore. After Charise’s OB/GYN realized how depressed she was, out of all the places in the world, she was referred to our office. Todd gave me the heads up that she was depressed behind how Lewis treated her and the baby. He said he didn’t know she was referred to my practice in particular.

Although she wasn’t referred to me personally, it took her no time to see the name “Harmony Wiggins” on the board. And there she was instantly back in my life. As I predicted, that opened the door for all of them to track me down.

I’m not too thrilled about her current arrangement with Arnold because it seems like a recipe for disaster, but I certainly am glad it’s anyone except Lewis. I’m also glad she didn’t move in with the guy. He seems pleasant enough and like an excellent father, but they didn’t have the most optimal beginning of a relationship. Hopefully, Charise won’t ever be so dumb to allow Lewis to worm his way back in.

Lewis supposedly rededicated himself to Sandy. How she could take him back after all he’s done is beyond my comprehension. They started going to church together to help stay on track. Knowing Lewis the way I do, he’s in church to see what other women he can find and will cheat on Sandy the first chance given to him. Sandy actually admitted that her only purpose for taking Lewis back was to get even with Charise. She said she didn’t care anything about him. However, now with them going to church, she says she will see what happens and is willing to do what it takes to make her marriage work, even if that means forgiving all of his transgressions against her.

Kelly has been doing her thing with the event planning. She finally learned how to hire a competent staff, and she’s traveling to New York and Los Angeles to plan events for some affluent people. Her home remains in D.C. because she’s content having a place called home to return to. With her schedule being so demanding, she has no more time for dating. Perhaps if the right guy comes along, she’ll find the time. Ironically, Eric found a way to contact Kelly since he could not locate Shawnee. Kelly, being the private eye in the family, was able to find out about their lengthy affair that had gone on long after Shawnee made claims that it was over. Kelly sent Eric on a wild-goose chase and told him that she believed Shawnee had relocated somewhere in Atlanta, but couldn’t be certain since they were no longer speaking. She hadn’t heard from him since. Maybe he went to Atlanta?