Choices (5 page)
Authors: Skyy
Lena felt a lot better. She knew that he meant it. Even though he had been with other women, she knew that he was serious about her and that one day she was going to be Mrs. Brandon Redding.
“So, your roommate is a dyke, huh? I hope I'm not gonna have to kick her ass for looking at you.”
Lena thought about Denise. “Naw, baby, she's not like that. She's on the basketball team, and real down-to-earth. I think you will like Denise.”
“Denise Chambers? Yeah. I've seen her play. She's pretty good. Could use some work on her jump shot, but besides that, a damn good ball player, for a girl.”
“Yeah, she got a full scholarship. She is really into school. It's real important to her.”
“Damn, baby, you seem to be her biggest fan. You sure I don't have anything to worry about?” Brandon laughed.
Lena blushed. “Shut up. It's not like that, and you know it.”
“I'm just kidding. I know you love you some
B
.”
B
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“I sure do.”
They made it to his dorm room. Brandon, being a star player, was one of the few guys who got his own room. With both of the twin beds pushed together to make one large bed, the room looked more like a little studio apartment. Scouts and agents always delivered things like the nice TV and stereo he had, and other things that would make a dorm room nice without calling any big attention, considering it was illegal to take them.
He handed her one of his oversized shirts to sleep in. She took off all her clothes and slipped into it.
“Damn, baby, I could get used to seeing you like that,” he commented as she blushed.
He turned on the Maxwell's Embrya CD, and they snuggled in the bed.
She knew what time it was; time to show Brandon why he was in love with her. Time to make sure that he never wanted to stray again. She slipped his shirt off, exposing her completely naked body. She swayed to the sound of Maxwell, undulating her body to his voice. Lena rolled her hips, and moved her body like a belly dancer. Brandon sighed, giving her the sign to make her way to him.
She slowly crawled on the bed till she was on top of Brandon. She grinded her hips, making his manhood grow. Lena bit her bottom lip while massaging her hands on Brandon's chest. “You been missing mama?” she said in her low, seductive voice that made him grow even more.
“Umm, you know I have, ma,” Brandon said, trying to maintain his demeanor. He grabbed Lena by her hips, pushing her as close to him as she could be.
Lena moved to his side while she stroked his penis and slowly dragged her nails along the thin membrane. Her mouth watered at the sight of it; she had to get it in her mouth. She licked her way up his shaft and wrapped her lips around the tip. She worked her mouth around his manhood until his toes began to curl.
“Da-da-damn, baaa . . . ohh okay, okay, oookkkkkay.”
As he came, she swallowed, which made him get hard again. It was her turn; she climbed on his face and started grinding on his tongue. She held on tightly to the headboard as Brandon worked his mouth on her pussy. He caressed her hips as she grinded on his tongue. Lena's body began to quiver.
Brandon grunted as her juices filled his mouth. “Shit, Lena.”
Brandon picked Lena up and threw her onto the bed. He grabbed her legs and pushed them up toward her head. He went down, sucking and licking all over her walls and popping her clit with his tongue.
Lena had never felt anything so good before in her life. She suddenly felt a sensation in her stomach that made her yell out his name, and Brandon started to suck faster.
“Damn, baby, you taste so good.”
When she came for the first time, it was amazing. He whispered to her, “Are you ready?” He kissed her and slowly inserted his manhood into her just as Maxwell's “Submerge” started to play. Lena's body jerked as he entered her. Brandon looked into her eyes as he leaned in and kissed her. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you too,” Lena whispered as Brandon went to work.
All night long they made love. She made sure that he was so worn out that another girl wouldn't even cross his mind.
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When Lena woke up, Brandon was already gone. He left a note telling her he had to get to practice. She left and headed to her dorm to get ready for her class.
She walked into the room to find Denise doing crunches on the floor in a pair of boxers and a sports bra. She noticed Denise's fit body again. She had to admit, Denise was very attractive. She was sure that plenty of girls must have tried to talk to her. She had this calm confidence about her, a little cockiness, but it was subtle. She didn't understand why Denise chose to be single; she really didn't have to be.
“What's up, chick?” Denise stood up, showing Lena just how perfect her body really was.
“Nothing much. How are you doing?” Lena couldn't understand why she was beginning to sweat. “It's a little hot in here.”
“Oh, my bad,” Denise said as she put on some basketball shorts and a shirt with the sleeves cut out of it.
Lena noticed all of Denise's tattoos, but she loved the tribal band going around her right bicep.
“I turned the air off.”
“Love your tattoo.” She touched Denise's sweaty arm.
“Thanks. I have had it a while, I need to get it re-inked. So, how was your night?” Denise smiled at Lena, making Brandon pop into her head.
“Oh, it was cool . . . nice, I guess,” she said as she picked up things to take a shower.
“Hell, it was more than nice; you were out all night, and I know you showed Brandon just how much you missed him, huh?” Denise smiled.
Lena noticed that she had nice dimples. “Whatever, man. I got to take a shower.” She hit Denise on her arm and headed to their bathroom.
Lena let the hot water hit her body. She loved taking hot showers; it was her best time to think. Brandon popped in her head. She truly loved that man. She thought about the groupie from the party; there were going to be so many of them on this campus, and others. She didn't even want to think about the amount of women he would have to deal with once he went pro. Could she honestly be a basketball wife who turned the other cheek?
Then she thought about Denise. She couldn't believe that she was living with a gay woman and actually enjoying it. Denise was a great person, so smart, funny, and attractive; maybe she would help her find a girlfriend. She didn't know how her parents were going to react to her living with a gay woman, but she would cross that bridge when she got to it.
Lena finished her shower and headed back to her room. Denise was dressed, and about to head out the door. “Hey, do you know how to get to your class?” Denise asked as she looked at herself one last time in the mirror.
The college had made all new freshmen stay on campus for an orientation week during the summer. Lena hadn't attended the orientation. She signed in and spent the week having sex with Brandon.
“Um, no, actually, I have no idea, but I have a map.”
Denise laughed. “Girl, come on, I'll show you where it is.” They headed out to the campus.
Chapter 5
“Damn, Carmen, it really doesn't take all that.” Cooley lay down on her bed. Carmen had changed outfits eight times, and she couldn't seem to find anything she liked. “What exactly are you looking for?”
Carmen looked at herself from all angles in the mirror. “I just want something that's flattering.” She didn't seem comfortable in any of the clothes she picked out. They all seemed to show something that was wrong with her. She pulled off her shirt and put on another one.
“Dammit, C, all the outfits are flattering. If you were a regular girl I would fuck you wearing any of them. Does that help?”
“Fine, okay.”
Carmen wasn't used to her new look yet. Sometimes she looked at herself and knew she looked good, but other times she saw the same old size twenty-six. Today was one of those days. After Cooley finally convinced her that she looked fine, she headed out in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
“Hold the fuck up. You did not go through all those outfits just to put on a pair of jeans.”
“What? Do you think I should change?” Carmen dropped her backpack, but Cooley grabbed her arm before she could walk back to her bed.
“No. Shit, you look fine. Can we go now?”
“Look, not everyone is lucky enough to be Ms. Popularity like you, Carla. Shit. I really want people to like me this year.”
“Carmen, why do you give a fuck what people think? Shit. I don't give a damn about what a muthafucka thinks about me.”
“Well, it's different.”
“How?” Cooley said as they walked out of the room.
“Cooley, you have so many friends, all I have is you and Dee. How many times did girls try to be nice to me just to get close to you and Dee? Do you know how that makes me feel?”
“Man, Carmen, you can't expect others to like you if you don't like you.” Cooley put her arm around Carmen. “All the bitches that didn't treat you right. Don't relive that, it's their loss.”
Carmen smiled; she realized Cooley was right. “Thanks.”
“Anytime. Oh and for the record, you and Dee are the only friends I have as well.”
The two made it to the front of the University Center. It was like homecoming. All of the various groups were positioned in their spots. The jocks were together on the wall; the Greeks were positioned on the center steps. The neo-soul group was under the magnolia tree, and the musicians were on the hill. Then there was the rainbow field; the field was a grassy area under a big tree where all of the openly gay people met up. They congregated around two benches painted like a rainbow to showcase that they were out and proud. It was fun to be in rainbow field.
Occasionally a closeted or curious person looked in their direction or walked by. Cooley loved those girls. She made it her personal job to bring as many new members to rainbow field as possible.
Cooley and Carmen made their way to the field where they were greeted mainly by oohs and ahhs about Carmen's new look.
Most of the gay group headed off to dance and drama rehearsals and meetings that were held early in the day. Carmen took a seat; she found it hard to deal with all of the newfound popularity, when the only person she wished was there was Tameka. She knew that she shouldn't want her, but she did. Tameka still had a hold of her heart, and Carmen had no idea what to do about it.
“Stop thinking about Tameka,” Cooley said as she sat down next to her. “Baby girl, you got to let her go.”
“I'm trying, Carla, I'm trying, but did you see how good she looked? Oh and her scent . . . I just want to forgive her. It could work this time, and, I mean, I've been working on myself andâ”
“No! Damn, C, if I could give you a bit of my attitude, I would. I'm gon' put it like thisâIf I catch that ho around you, I am going to beat her ass again!”
“Cool!”
“C, you deserve better. You will get better once you stop thinking about that ho! You will find someone who does deserve you.”
“When and who, Cooley? Tell me who truly deserves me. Is it one of these bitches that are now giving me play because I'm thin? They wouldn't even look twice if I still was fat.” A tear rolled down her face, but she caught it with her hand.
“Look, Carmen, okay. It's true many girls are more interested or attracted to thin women. So people who don't find big girls attractive probably never thought to look at you. But don't hold that against them, because it's a personal preference. Not everyone is open-minded enough to look past certain things. I can't even say that I am.”
Carmen looked at Cooley who had a very serious look on her face. “If you hold that against them you might as well not be my friend either because I would have never found you attractive then, but now I actually can see you for more.”
Carmen smiled as their eyes met. Carmen realized how special she really was; she had something better with Cooley. While other women only got to see Cooley, she was able to see Carla Wade, a true friend.
She leaned her head on Cooley's shoulder. “Thanks, Cool. I love you.” Cooley kissed her on her forehead, and then all hell broke loose.
“You two-timing ho. I knew she wasn't your damn sister!” there stood Cynthia fuming; she was holding her books, eyes blood-shot red.
As soon as she said that, Cooley stood up, and the crowds started to form. All the jocks, and Greeks and many onlookers headed to the field, hoping to see a good first day of school fight.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Cooley knew it was going to be trouble and was glad to see Denise heading to the area. She knew her girl would help keep the peace. The last thing she wanted was drama in front of the U.C. “Girl, is you crazy or something?”
“Why you got to lie to me, Cooley?” Tears started to form in her eyes. “After all I did to be with you, you wanna go be with that bitch? You had the best right here!”
Carmen stood up. “Hold up. Okay, don't go there with the names; it isn't even what you think.”
“Fuck you, bitch!” Cynthia threw her book at Carmen and just missed hitting her leg.
“Ohh, hell no!” Carmen lunged at Cynthia, but was unable to reach her because Denise quickly jumped in and grabbed her.
“Let me go, so I can kill this psycho bitch!”
Denise had Carmen up in the air; she wasn't letting her go for anything, no matter how hard she fought.
“Who you calling psycho, bitch? You better keep your hands off my woman!” Cooley was blocking Cynthia, holding her back until she said those words.
“Hold up, shawty. I ain't and never have been your woman. I'm single as they come.” Cooley stayed calm; she made sure to throw that out to the crowd, just in case there were some eligible women watching the spectacle.
Cynthia's face went from angry to hurt. Tears started to roll down her cheeks. “But why you do me like this, Cooley? Why? You said you like me.”
“I said you were cool, and I did think that, until you pulled this psycho shit. It's a new year, and drama went out with the old, shawty. I ain't for all this.”
The men in the crowd were laughing. Some women were laughing, others looked at Cynthia with disgust at how she was acting. This sent Cynthia into a rage.
“Fuck you, Cooley. You ain't shit, and that so-called âkilla cap' ain't shit either.”
The laughing turned to ohhs from the crowd. Nothing was worse than having your business displayed, especially if the person said it wasn't good. The men sympathized; it was like a woman telling them they had a small dick.
Cooley laughed at the comment, always remaining cool. She made sure to lift her voice so the whole crowd could hear.
“Well, it must not be too weak. It had your ass butt naked waiting on me in my dorm room. It must not be too weak 'cause you been beggin' for it ever since.”
Girls in the crowd made shocked noises. Even straight girls wondered what was so special about Cooley's skills.
Cooley knew she'd just opened the curiosity closet for a few girls. “And it really must not be that bad, since your ass is out here making a damn fool out of yourself. You wish you could have some more of this whack-ass cap.”
“Don't seem too whack to me!” some guy in the crowd said, making the whole crowd burst out into laughter.
Cynthia turned around; for the first time she noticed just how many people were watching. She could see the men laughing, and the girls looking disgusted by her display. She was mortified.
She turned around to leave, but then stopped. Something in her snapped. She turned around and SMACK! slapped Cooley with all of her might. “I fucking hate your sorry ass and I can't wait till you get what you deserve!” She walked off, leaving Cooley standing there still shocked from the slap.
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The crowd started to disperse; a few men gave Cooley daps for a job well done. Some of the girls walked off, giving Cooley winks, each with the thought of her notorious skills on their brains. A few others made snotty comments about lesbians always having drama.
Cooley turned around and looked at Denise and Carmen and shook her head. They all started laughing; it was definitely a great first day of school.
“Wow! that was interesting.” Lena said as she walked up to Denise.
“Yeah, well, that's how my buddy seems to get down.” Denise noticed Brandon heading their way. “Um, ya boy is on his way over.”
Just then Brandon scooped Lena up from behind.
“Baby, damn,” Lena said as he put her back on the ground. “Brandon, this is Denise.”
Brandon and Denise shook hands.
“Man, you're an awesome player. I know y'all are going all the way this year.”
“Yeah, I've seen you too. You got mad skills. We need to get together for some one-on-one sometime. I'd love to see the girls go all the way as well.” Brandon put his arms around Lena. “And I would love to know what my baby girl is doing when I'm not around.”
“Whatever, man.” Lena hit Brandon as he leaned down to kiss her. Denise felt her stomach knot up.
“Yeah, I doubt there will be anything to tell. Well, I gotta get to class. See ya later, Lena.”
Cooley and Denise headed off.
Cooley instantly started laughing. “You are sooo digging that girl.” Cooley continued to laugh.
“What are you talking about?” Denise hated that Cooley could read her.
“You know what I am talking about, bruh. You are feeling little Lena. It's written all over your face.”
“No, it's not.”
“Yeah, it is. You practically wanted to throw up when he kissed her.” Cooley continued to laugh.
Denise knew the feeling would have to pass. She couldn't fall for Lena.
Denise thought about her situation for a few minutes and exclaimed, “Man, the girl is fine as hell. I thought about sexin' her, but that's about it. And ya know I don't get down with the straight women.”
“Well, I do. I would fuck the shit out of Lena, have her saying, âBrandon who?' Shit!” Cooley exclaimed. “I couldn't be living with that girl. Did you see how those jeans were fitting her?”
“Yeah, I saw, man. The girl has one of the baddest bodies I've seen in a long-ass time.”
“Hell yeah. So where are you headed now?”
“Economics. Hey, do you have somewhere to go later?”
“No. Why? What's up?”
“I wanted to borrow your car to go visit Mema.”
“You know you don't even have to ask.” Cooley handed her car keys to Denise. “Tell her that I love her, okay.”
“I will. Thanks, man. Stay out of trouble, okay.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
Cooley headed off, and Denise headed into her building. She hoped Cooley would listen, but in the back of her mind she knew she was off to find some new conquests.
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Carmen headed out of the University Center. She laughed when she thought about the scene that went down earlier. She looked at all the people over in the rainbow field. She decided not to go back over there, but headed toward the library instead. On her way she heard a familiar voice call her name.
“Hey, baby girl.”
She was instantly face to face with Tameka. “Hello.” She kept walking.
“Come on, C. Is this how it's going to be? Us only speaking.”
“How else is it supposed to be, Tameka? You want me to act like I didn't catch you with Sabrina?”
“Damn. Okay, you're right. A nigga made a mistake, but I just want us to be better than that. Boo, I was your first love.”
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