Crossroads (25 page)
Authors: Skyy
35
Sahara pressed her lips against Cooley's. The tip of Cooley's tongue grazed Sahara's strawberry-flavored lips. Cooley's body was on fire. Sahara's legs straddled Cooley's lap, and she caressed Sahara's butt cheeks. Her thin lace cheekies were in the way of what she wanted.
Cooley took both of her hands and ripped the panties right off of her.
Sahara said, “Oh, you ass. Those cost sixteen dollars.”
“I'll buy you another pair.” Cooley pulled Sahara's face toward hers. “Fuck it. Just send me a bill.” Cooley kissed Sahara's chest as she ripped the matching lace bra with her bare hands.
“Damn, nigga, you racking up a big bill here,” Sahara teased while Cooley licked her way to her hard nipples.
“It's worth it,” Cooley muttered as her tongue licked around Sahara's brown nipples. Cooley stood up out of her chair. Sahara's long legs held on to Cooley's waist. They kissed as Cooley slowly carried Sahara to the bedroom.
Sahara watched as Cooley pulled a familiar black leather bag out of her closet. She pulled a harness out and attached a thick black dildo to it. Sahara's pussy jumped in anticipation.
Cooley strapped up. She fastened the leather strap to her body. She looked at Sahara's naked body laying on her king-sized bed. Sahara's sexual appetite was unparalleled. Even Misha, who was the only woman who Cooley ever knew to keep up with her, couldn't hold a candle to Sahara. Cooley hated to admit it, but Sahara was even a little much for her at times. Sahara was her match. She knew it.
“Carla.” Sahara watched Cooley pull her wife-beater over her head. Her black sports bra held in her lady lumps. Sahara loved to see Cooley's body. She had curves out of this world, but she kept them hidden under oversized clothes. “Carla, what am I to you?”
Cooley looked up. “What do you mean?”
“I'm not trying to freak you out or anything. I was just wondering if we are, you know, exclusive now. Am I your girlfriend?”
The word sent chills up Cooley's arm. “Uhhh ...”
Sahara sat up. “I'm just trying to see where we are. I mean, I'm happy with whatever it is. I just kinda wanted to know.”
“We are us. Why we gotta have a title on it?” Cooley sat on the edge of the bed.
“Cooley, don't freak out. I just was wondering. We don't have to have labels. Don't worry about it.”
“Yeah, I've heard that before. Then a few weeks later you gon' be pissed if I don't call you my girlfriend.” Cooley thought about Lynn, the woman she spent most of last year with while still craving Misha.
Sahara felt offended. She got out of the bed. “You know what, never mind.”
“Where are you going?” Cooley watched as Sahara's naked body switched out the room. She sighed, following her.
“I expected you to know me a little better than this, Cooley. I'm not about to sit up here and let you compare me to those lame-ass bitches from your past.” Sahara picked her panties off the floor. She tried to step into them, realizing Cooley had torn her underwear. “Asshole!”
Cooley walked closer and stopped. She looked down, realizing her silicone rubber manhood was hitting her leg. She looked back at Sahara.
They both burst out in laughter.
“Looks like we both are stuck with each other right now,” Cooley joked.
Sahara tried to put her mad face back on. She pouted her lips out.
Cooley walked up to her, putting her arms around her. Sahara's ass rubbed against her manhood.
“Cooley, I accept you for who you are. Don't you know that? I'm not trying to put pressure on you. I just didn't want to refer to you as the wrong thing.”
“I'm sorry, Sah. I'm just really just not into labels. Why mess with something that is going so great?”
Sahara nodded her head. She didn't care how she had Cooley, as long as she did. Sahara bit her bottom lip. She fell down to her knees.
Cooley's eyes widened.
Sahara began to stroke the eight-inch black dick.
“So, why are you studs so fascinated with a woman sucking your strap?” Sahara eyes shifted up.
Cooley licked her lips. She smiled. “I don't know, I just like it.”
“So, you would like it if I sucked it right now?” Sahara flicked the tip of her tongue out. She grazed the tip of the dick.
Cooley shook her head, trying to remain calm. “How does this look to you?”
“Baby, you look damn good right now,” Cooley responded.
Sahara closed her mouth, taking the rubber into her mouth.
Cooley put her hand on the back of Sahara's head. She guided Sahara's head while she sucked back and forth. Sahara was in total submission to her. Cooley felt a rush come to her stomach.
Cooley watched Sahara's plump lips sucking her fake manhood like she was Superhead in the flesh. She reached down and grasped the fake scrotum at the base of her dick. Holding it, she eased the cock farther into Sahara's mouth. Sahara looked up at her as Cooley nodded.
“That's right. You can take it all.” Cooley watched as Sahara's jaw dropped back and she opened wider to receive the manhood. She felt the pressure against her crotch as the tip pushed against the back of Sahara's throat. She slowly stroked the dick in and out of Sahara's mouth as she watched the woman's lips curl around it. She took it like a champ. Cooley never wanted to sex Sahara so badly in her life.
Sahara pulled her head back and stood up. “Lay down,” she directed and pointed to the floor.
Cooley went with it, getting down on her cold hardwood floor.
Sahara positioned herself between Cooley's legs. She took the strap back in her mouth. Her long hair fell down in front of her face.
Cooley ran her hands through Sahara's hair. She wanted to see it. Sahara took her hands and pulled on Cooley's cotton boxer briefs. She felt the open slit, placed in the front of men to use to pee. With both of her hands, she ripped the cotton underwear with all of her might.
Cooley jumped. “What you doing!”
“Now we're even.”
Before Cooley could move, Sahara's tongue entered her walls with force. Cooley's eyes bucked open. Her mouth dropped.
Sahara sucked on her swollen knob, causing Cooley to feel like she had temporary paralysis. Only one other girl had gone down on her in her life. Now Sahara was making her into her little bitch.
Cooley tried to say stop, but the pleasure was so intense, she couldn't talk. Only moans left her mouth. No longer wanting to fight it, she laid her head back while Sahara worked her mouth on her pussy.
Cooley's body trembled. Sahara was dishing out what she had given to so many before her. It was the most pleasurable revenge in history.
Sahara never expected Cooley to taste so good. She held on to Cooley's thick legs. In that instant Cooley was all woman. The aggressor submitted. She wanted Cooley to feel her inside of her.
“Bae. Baeee.” Cooley's eyes rolled around. “Shit.” Her fingertips caressed Sahara's scalp. Cooley felt death approaching. Her toes stretched out, legs tensed up.
Sahara didn't stop. She continued to tongue-fuck her like her tongue was the strap. Cooley's body trembled as she came.
Sahara felt Cooley's warmth hit her tongue, and she sucked it up.
Unwilling to be outdone, Cooley wrapped her leg around Sahara. With one push, Sahara found herself on the ground and Cooley on top. The hunter was back.
Cooley pulled Sahara's legs up, placing them on her chest. She entered Sahara with her man. Sahara jumped as the tip entered her tight pussy.
They didn't take their eyes off of each other.
Cooley's stroke caused Sahara to stutter. “Shhh ... shhh ... ahhh.”
Sahara's incoherent mutters excited Cooley. She pushed deep inside of Sahara's walls.
Sahara sat up. She pushed Cooley down to the floor. Sahara claimed on top, immediately riding Cooley like she was a championship jockey.
Cooley held on to Sahara's hips as her body gyrated against her pelvis. Sahara's plump breasts bounced up and down. Cooley loved Sahara's stamina.
She felt her body about to cum again, but Sahara wasn't ready yet.
Cooley tried to hold her orgasm, but it rushed out of her like a broken dam.
“You my
papi
.” Sahara moaned.
papi
.” Sahara moaned.
Cooley nodded her head rapidly. “Ummm,
papi
.”
papi
.”
Sahara lowered her body to Cooley. Their mouths met.
Cooley pulled Sahara's face close. Their tongues wrestled. Sahara's jaw dropped. She hit a note in a falsetto only heard when you reach the highest level of ecstasy.
Sahara's body fell on top of Cooley's. She rested her head on Cooley's chest. Cooley ran her fingers up and down Sahara's hair. Cooley didn't want to move. She wanted to stay in that position, with their sweaty bodies locked together.
“Let's do it,” Cooley whispered.
“Damn! What the fuck are you, a rabbit?” Sahara panted.
“No, crazy-ass girl. Let's do it. Let's make this official.”
Sahara raised her head. She looked into Cooley's eyes. “Cooley, don't justâ”
Cooley covered Sahara's mouth with her hand. “I mean it.”
Sahara couldn't hold it in. Her face lit up with a large smile. “OK then.”
“Cool.” Cooley put her hand on the back of Sahara's head, pushing it back to her chest.
They laid there, officially a couple.
36
Denise sat back watching Melanie critique a group of super-thin models. Denise was in awe. Melanie commanded attention. When she said move, the models moved instantly, all hoping to earn the job.
Melanie glanced back at her new protégé and smiled. “What are you staring at?”
Denise looked up. “I'm sorry, I just, that dress is beautiful.” Denise looked at the model in a long blue-and-white chiffon print evening gown.
“Yes, I'm putting it on Zoë Saldana for her premiere. I'm glad you like it.”
“Man, she's hot. She could definitely rock it.”
Melanie looked the model over one more time. She clapped her hands. Her two assistants walked in and helped the model off of the platform. Melanie walked over to her desk and sat in her chair.
“So how are things going with you and Farih?”
Denise blushed. “It's cool. She's cool.”
Melanie smiled. “From the look on your face, it's a little more than cool.”
Denise dropped her head. She gazed back up at Melanie. “She is kind of amazing.”
Melanie clapped her hands together. “That's great. I knew you two would hit it off. I bet y'all have some wild times.”
“Oh, it's none of that yet. I actually haven't kissed her yet.”
Melanie's smiled dropped. “Why not. Hell, if I had a young thing like that, I would live in her pussy.”
Denise's jaw dropped at Melanie's comment. “I can't believe you just said that to me.”
“What? It's the truth.” Melanie shuffled through some pages of designs. “What is the holdup?”
Denise sat back in the chair. “I just like to take my time. I don't want to rush into something.”
Melanie shook her head while looking at the drawings.
“What?”
“You haven't even kissed the girl. That's not taking it slow, that's slower than slow. So stop bullshitting with me. What's the real holdup? Or should I say who?” Melanie looked up at Denise. “Is it Mariah?”
“Oh, hell no.” Denise snapped. “Mariah and I are beyond over. She's with her first love again. He's cool.” Lena entered Denise's head. “I feel so stupid at times.”
“So it's someone else?”
“A girl back home name Lena. She's married.”
“Oh, not good.”
“Yeah, but you see, she left her husband for me. Came to New York and everything. I was messed up over the basketball thing, drunk as hell. I yelled at her, told her to leave.” Denise lowered her head. The thought of Lena's tear-filled face still stung.
“So why didn't you go back after her?”
“Because Lena was complicated. The whole thing was complicated from day one. She was an amazing, complicated woman. I can't deal with the drama, you know. And now I have this amazing woman staring me in my face who I really, really like, but when I try to take that next step, Lena enters my mind.”
Melanie turned her chair around to Denise, her face covered with concern. “Denise, do you think that you think about this girl because you still want her, or because you feel guilty for hurting her?”
Denise stared at Melanie. Melanie had become like an older sister to her. She gave advice as well as Mema used to. “It's guilt. I love her, but I don't think I'm in love with her anymore. It kills me that I hurt her. That I brought pain to her life. I never wanted to do that.”
Melanie put her hand on Denise's knee. “Denise, guilt is a hard thing to deal with. To this day I can't shake the guilt that I have about someone.”
Denise noticed the sorrow in Melanie's eyes.
“I loved someone, and I wasn't there for them like I should have been. I blame myself for everything that happened to them. Unfortunately I can't apologize. I can't make it right anymore. You do what you have to do to find closure. So you can be right for yourself.”
Denise hung on to every word. She could tell Melanie was sincere. She sighed. “I really do care about Farih; she is the most amazing woman I've ever met.”
“Then you do right by yourself, so you can do right by her.” Melanie stood up. “It sounds to me that this woman, Lena, put you in a situation that you both couldn't control. You did what you felt was best by letting her go. You can't blame yourself for her showing up a little too late. Tell me, Denise, how many times did she come to you and go back to her man?”
Denise thought about the years of the Lena limbo. She thought about how it felt when Lena would flip-flop from her to Brandon, all because she didn't know what she wanted.
“A few times.”
“So why are you blaming yourself for finally putting an end to the cycle?”
Denise looked at Melanie. Her eyes widened. She realized Melanie was right. She stood up. She never meant to hurt Lena, but if the series of events hadn't had happened to bring that situation then it never would have happened to begin with. Denise felt like a ton had been lifted off of her. She smiled.
“Man. Denise Yvette Chambers, I think you have just had a breakthrough.” Denise shook her head. “Thanks.” Denise looked at Melanie. She was staring at Denise like she had seen a ghost. “What's wrong?”
“What is your middle name?” Melanie said, frozen in her place.
“Yvette,” Denise replied, completely confused by Melanie's change in demeanor.
Melanie's eyes began to fill with tears. She turned so Denise would not see her. “Man, something got in my eye. OK, have fun with Farih. I'll see you later.” Melanie swiftly walked off toward her bathroom, leaving Denise dumbfounded.
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