Double Dippin' (20 page)

“Is something wrong, baby?” Paula asked as she stroked the hairs on Shane’s chin.

Shane blew out a cloud of aromatic smoke and shook his head.

“Yes, it is. Tell me what’s the matter? Did I do or say something? Because if I did I wasn’t trying to hurt your feelings or make you mad or anything.”

“You ain’t done nothing,” he said, passing her the blunt.

She readily accepted the blunt. Being inexperienced, she inhaled too much smoke and started choking.

Shane patted her back. “You okay?”

Tears trickled down her cheeks. She held up a hand as she tried to catch her breath. “I’ll be okay in a minute,” she said in a raspy voice and then darted into the bathroom where she hacked, gagged, and coughed for about five minutes. Afterward, she wiped her eyes, touched up her make-up and returned to the bedroom where she attempted to resume her sexy demeanor.

Shane leaned against the headboard. Paula eyed him quizzically. “Why you staring at me?” he asked.

“It could be that I’m extremely high, but I swear—your body looks so long. it seems you’re longer than the bed. Is it my imagination or are your Nikes hanging off the foot of the bed?”

Shane found her question hilarious. He erupted into a bout of laughter. It was contagious and soon Paula was giggling too.

“You high, baby. You feelin’ good?” he asked, pulling her close. She smiled and nodded as she snuggled up next to him. With the TV on and the remote in his hand, Shane flicked through channels while Paula caressed his arm, rubbed his face. Her eyes adored him. Shane, however, didn’t return any of Paula’s intimate gestures. He averted his gaze; her look of sheer worship was
comical and he didn’t want to break out into another fit of laughter. So to keep himself composed, he kept his hands to himself and assumed a somber mood.

“Are you hungry? Do you want something else to drink?” Paula encouraged, her forehead wrinkled in thought.

“I’m straight,” Shane responded with a slight frown and a one-shoulder shrug.

“You’re awfully quiet—you’re so aloof all of a sudden.” Her voice trembled with anxiety. Desperate for Shane’s affection, Paula ran her hand up and down his denim- covered thigh.

“I’m just chillin’,” he explained calmly. Shane was well aware that Paula was ready to get busy in bed. Feigning affection in the strained atmosphere, he began to caress her shoulders.

When the first moan escaped Paula’s lips, Shane withdrew his hands from her shoulders and folded them in his lap.

“What is it?” Paula asked.

“Nothing,” Shane mumbled and shifted his position, which caused Paula’s hand to slide off his leg. “Look, I know I’m not being good company. I got a problem—a situation I gotta deal with.” Shane shook his head woefully. “I shoulda stayed home.”

“What problem? What happened? Is there something I can do?”

“I don’t know,” he said with a heavy sigh. “See, I bought this car from a friend of mine. It ain’t nothin’ but a squatter, but you know, if I had my own wheel, I wouldn’t have to rely on my man for a ride when I’m tryin’ to get over here to see you. I could see you on the regular.”

Shane paused to observe Paula. He could tell by her expression that she was flattered. “My buddy said the car needed a transmission, so I put the jawn in the shop where another friend works. My man, the mechanic, said he could fix it; he said he was only gon’ charge me a buck fifty.” Shane leaned forward and let out a heavy sigh. “But when I went to pick it up today, he started talking this ying yang shit about the owner being on the premises. He said with the owner hangin’ around, he’d have to charge me the full price.” Shane shook his head and grimaced. “I told him, I know you ain’t trying to beat me, you s’posed to be my man!” Shane held out a long arm demonstratively.

Paula rubbed his arm soothingly. “So how much does he want?”

“He said he gotta charge me three hundred and sixty-five dollars.” He flopped down on the bed, pretending to be frustrated. He allowed his head to bang against the headboard.

Paula tilted her head slightly, staring at Shane as she tried to absorb the situation. She continued rubbing and squeezing Shane’s arm. “So you still owe him—what? Two hundred and fifteen?”

Shane looked startled by the total Paula had deducted. “No, I owe him the whole amount.”

“I thought you gave him a hundred and fifty dollars.”

“Yeah, but when I couldn’t get the car, I got mad and went to the mall. I spent the money trying to look nice for you. See…” Shane pointed to his feet. “I caught a deal and bought these new sneakers and I bought the cologne. And…” he looked up in thought. “Oh, yeah and I bought this bag of weed for us.”

Paula shook her head and smiled indulgently.
What am I going to do with you?
her loving eyes seemed to ask.

“Stop worrying; I’ll give you the money.” She patted Shane’s knee and then reached up and hugged him, pressing into him, her body urging him to reciprocate the affection. He didn’t. Trying to arouse him, she ran her fingers over the six-pack that Shane had done nothing to acquire. No sit-ups, no leg lifts. Nothing. His toned abs were just some of the many physical benefits of being young. He knew Paula was getting off on just touching him.

“Well—can you get it?” he asked, pulling away and putting a halt to her foreplay.

“Get what?” Paula tilted her head to the side.

“The money! I’m gonna call my man and tell him to meet me at the Chinese store. That way, he can start working on the car first thing in the morning.”

“Didn’t you say the car was ready?”

Shane didn’t miss a beat. “No! I wish it was ready; I’m tired of waiting on my wheel. He said he couldn’t get started until I give him the money. You know how the white man is. He always think a black man gon’ try to get over.” As if suddenly hit by a bright idea, Shane silenced Paula with an upward-turned index finger. “Hold up!” He pulled out his cell phone. “Let me hollah at my man.” He pushed some numbers, pretending to call the fictitious
mechanic, but he actually called Misty’s cell phone. “Can I speak to Brick?”

“You got skills,” Misty said, giving Shane his props. “Hold on a second.”

“Yo, whassup,” Brick greeted him.

“Yo, can you meet me at the Chinese store on Fifty-Eighth and Baltimore?” Shane made eye contact with Paula. She looked comfortable so he proceeded. “I got the money for my wheel. So what time you gon’ have my shit ready?” Shane gave Paula a wink as he held the cell to his ear. “Tomorrow?” he said excitedly. “Oh, aiight!” Shane started grinning. “Okay, see you in a short.”

By the time Shane hung up, Paula was out of bed and taking money out of her pocketbook. She counted out exactly three hundred and sixty-five dollars. She handed it to Shane. “Here, baby, hurry up. How long you think you’re gonna be?”

“I’ll be back before you can get that black negligee off. You look sexy, baby, but I wanna see that pretty body.” He gave her a quick kiss, ran down the stairs and was out the door.

Brick and Misty were waiting outside the Chinese store. Shane pulled the wad of money out of his jeans pocket. “Here, Misty,” he said, handing her the money. “Y’all can buy some weed, but hold about three hundred for me.” Shane grinned. “Yo, that bitch was trying to get her freak on and she wasn’t trying to give up no green. Talkin’ some wait ’til mornin’ bullshit. But you know the kid…I’m about my business. I wasn’t tryin’ to hear that shit.”

“You going back?” Misty asked, pouting.

“Yeah, I gotta tap that ass real quick, but soon as she starts to nod, I’m gon’ hit her up for whatever dough she got stashed in the crib.”

Shane and Brick pounded each other’s fists. Shane playfully tugged on Misty’s long hair. “Ow!” Laughing, Misty bent over and picked up a small stone; she threw it at Shane. “Ooo. I’ma get you!” He picked up a discarded beer bottle and chased Misty. Careful not to aim at Misty, he hurled the bottle over her head. It hit the hood of a passing car. The car screeched to an angry stop. Howling with laughter, the three friends ran from the scene of the crime and scattered in different directions.

A few minutes later, as promised, Shane returned to Paula’s house. She opened the door, still wearing the black mesh set. Kissing her, Shane picked her up
and carried her up the stairs. Paula was impressed. She weighed one hundred and sixty-five pounds but in Shane’s arms she felt demure and petite as if she weighed about one hundred and five.

He placed her on the bed. His mouth began on Paula’s lips and then traveled down to her chest. His tongue wet the mesh fabric as he licked her C-cup breasts, arousing her until her nipples became so hard they seemed close to poking a hole through the mesh material.

Paula panted as if she hadn’t had any dick in a long time, which bolstered Shane’s ego and encouraged him to give one hundred percent.

He laid her down flat, and sucked and bit her nipples until she started making crazy mewing sounds. Next, he kissed her navel and abruptly stopped. “Didn’t I tell you to take this shit off?”

Apparently incapable of responding verbally, Paula moaned incoherently. Shane softly bit her inner thighs and then her vagina without removing her thong. Paula tried to move the fabric to the side, but Shane pulled her hand away and began to lick the thin mesh fabric between her legs. Ever so often his tongue would touch upon skin. Her body quivered and shook with each touch of his tongue.

Shane raised his head. “Tell me what you want me to kiss.”

Paula gasped and pointed to the hot spot between her legs.

“Tell me,” Shane insisted. “Tell me what you want me to kiss. Talk to me, baby. Talk to big daddy. Where do you want me to put these chocolate lips?”

“All over me, I want to feel them all over me,” she said, panting for breath.

Shane shook his head. “Aiight. Dig…you can only get these lips on one place. Do you want me to choose what I wanna suck?”

Paula nodded her head, happy that she didn’t have to tell him what she wanted.

Shane’s voice was low. He brought his lips close to her ear. “So if I choose to suck your elbow, you gonna be okay with that?”

“No,” she whimpered.

“So whatchu want me to suck?”

“My pussy,” she finally admitted, her voice an urgent whisper, her face flushed in embarrassment.

“You gon’ let me lick your cat after I suck it?”

“Oh yes, baby. Please.” Paula’s breathing deepened; her body twisted in agony.

“What about your pussy hole? You want some tongue deep down in that hole?”

All Paula could do was moan and nod her head,
yes!

And Shane did more than lick and suck. He nibbled on her outer lips, he softly bit the inner lips, he sucked her clit and rubbed his tongue across the sensitive flesh inside her vagina.

Then he started coming out of his clothes and it was a truly magnificent sight.

Having caught her breath, Paula asked, “Can I film us making love?”

“I ain’t never made no porn video—but aiight, I’m with it. I don’t mind steamin’ up the screen.” Shane shed his clothes and walked over to the mirror. With his fingers interlocked behind his head, he turned his torso from side to side and appraised his image. He could see Paula, standing behind him. Judging by the grin on her face, she liked Shane’s image also.

F
or the benefit of the camera, Shane and Paula made phony exaggerated sounds of ecstasy. Their movements were stiff and awkward. “I’m not feelin’ this shit. Come on, baby, forget about the camera—fuck me like you mean it,” Shane told Paula, cupping her face and staring into her eyes.

Paula began to relax after Shane kissed her. He kissed her tenderly, raking his fingers through her hair, murmuring, “I dig the shit outta you; you got me strung, Paula.” He scowled. His tone was gruff and accusing, intimating that his inability to control his emotions was upsetting. “I ain’t mean to catch no feelings—not like this,” Shane said breathing hard as he caressed her body.

“What kind of feelings?”

Shane’s face crumpled; he shrugged helplessly. “This shit is deep; it might be love. I don’t know…I ain’t never felt like this before,” he admitted reluctantly and then gave Paula a tortured look. Shane prided himself on his acting ability so he grimaced again to convey his severe discomfort with his inconveniently timed but overpowering emotion.

“I love you, girl,” he muttered and dropped his head sorrowfully.

“Oh, baby; it’s okay,” Paula cooed. “It’s okay to feel love.” She stroked the side of Shane’s face; her index finger traveled down to the dimple in Shane’s chin. “I love you, too; I fell hard the first time we made love,” she admitted, smiling as if revealing something Shane didn’t already know.

“Come ’ere, lil’ girl,” he mumbled, wrapping Paula tightly in his arms. He could just imagine the giant grin on her face. Paula got all giggly whenever he called her,
lil’ girl
. Made her feel young, Shane presumed.

“Dayum!” Shane exclaimed when he slipped a finger in Paula’s pussy. “You leaking like crazy; you want big daddy right now?”

Paula moaned a response and climbed on top of Shane; she urgently guided him inside her. Shane appreciated that she’d cut to the chase, relieving him of the burden of tedious foreplay.

Paula rode Shane’s dick. Holding her around her waist, Shane suddenly sat up. He slid off the bed with Paula still attached. Standing next to the bed, Shane started doing squats—taking a loudly moaning Paula along for the ride.

She gave a tiny cry and held on to Shane’s shoulders. “Baby, nobody can do me like this. You have the best dick in the world. I love you!” she proclaimed as she clawed his back.”

Shane was quiet. He had to concentrate on holding on to all one hundred and sixty-five pounds of Paula while he continued to fuck her and do squats simultaneously. He offered only grunts in response to her passionate outbursts.

Paula bit Shane’s shoulder while emitting tiny murmurs that escalated to loud shouting. Shane felt Paula’s inner muscles contracting; she gave a shudder and a long moan. He stood up and walked her over to the bed. He gently placed her onto the bed. Tears rose in Paula’s eyes but Shane didn’t have time for that sensitive shit; it was time for him to bust a nut and be out! He plunged inside hard and fast and in less than a minute his face crinkled; he groaned violently. “Dayum, girl. Whatchu doin’ to me?” Once again he implied that Paula was so special, she’d forced him to surrender to love.