Erotic City (17 page)

“No. I’ll bet he’s got his tail tucked between his legs, hiding like the mutt he is. I gave Jarod more credit than that. I would have never predicted this crap from him.”

“That was just ignorant.”

Tamiko gave a deep inhale and a slow exhale. “He’s got some nerve. They both do. And I was the one she called whenever she wanted to try to convince us that she was a cool person. Now I see Dad was right.” Tamiko’s cell beeped. Her heart gave a thump and she darted her eyes down toward the display. As much as she was disgusted, she hoped against hope that it would say Jarod. It read Gloria instead, the woman who was making a few samples for Tamiko’s collection. It was a call she’d been expecting for days. She gave a long blink and let the call go. It no longer seemed important. The vertical line between her eyes was deep.

“Tamiko, didn’t Daddy accuse her of being gay? Of foolin around with her trainer?”

Tamiko rubbed her temple. “He did.”

“Now we know he was right about that. I thought her trainer’s name was Sal, but maybe that was short for Sally.” A honk could be heard. Milan said angrily, “Damn. Let me get over. These people out here are just rude.”

Tamiko had a one-track mind. She somberly asked, “What was she doing in the club anyway? Trying to find herself a woman?”

“Who knows? Maybe just being nosy because of all the mess that’s been in the news. But she had no business in there.”

Tamiko’s stomach growled. She leaned her head back and gave a long cleansing breath. She asked, “Milan, do you think they’ll end up seeing each other?”

“That would be dumb, but when you’re dealing with two dumb-ass people, who knows?”

Tamiko looked up at the empty ceiling.

Milan said, “Sis, I know you and Jarod seemed pretty close. But I never felt he was as serious about you as he should’ve been, so please don’t trip. He’s just foul, just thinking with his dick. Please don’t confuse sex with love. Don’t lose any sleep over him.”

Tamiko grabbed the chenille throw from the back of the sofa and smothered her legs with it. “What bothers me is thinking about the fact that he thought he could get away with it. Plus, he’s always had a thing for white women. Every woman he’s been with before me was white. It’s just his preference.”

“You see what that preference has gotten him now. He lost out on you. That’s a hell of a price to pay to whack your shit over Nancy’s big fat ass.”

Tamiko allowed her tears to release. She wiped her face as they flowed and stared at the flickering flames of the fireplace. “Milan, why does any man do that shit? Why do men seem to need to cheat? I really thought Jarod and I were okay. I mean, I thought our issues were minor enough. And for him to not even pick up the phone and so much as apologize. I just don’t get it.” Tamiko’s voice fell apart.

“Baby sis, don’t cry. What he did was selfish. You know I don’t too much believe a man can be faithful anyway. I think if Jarod had needs, he could have found a better place to do it than his own job, if he was gonna fuck up at all. Just because he was in a sex club doesn’t excuse it. It was his place of employment, run by his woman’s sister, and now he knows she was his woman’s stepmother. All of that adds up to wrong.”

Tamiko rubbed her nose. “Milan, why do I seem to meet guys like this? Jimmy just snuck off with someone and tried to lie his way out of it.”

“Puh-lease. You’re a good woman. And you need to be strong. Besides, an insecure woman is great for a man’s ego, so don’t even go there. Be strong and one day you won’t be asking why anymore. It’s not about you. It’s about a man who got caught with his pants down, and a woman who doesn’t care about anyone but herself.”

Tamiko kept trying to imagine the visual. “I just can’t get it out of my head. Jarod and my stepmother.”

“She’s not a damn thing to us, Tamiko. Now we know what Daddy knew. She’s a slut. And now, it’s on.”

26

“Peaches and Cream”

Wednesday, April 30, 2008
10:34 p.m.

A
full kiss on the lips.

An inserted tongue.

A squeeze of the buttocks.

A handful of stiff penis.

A finger fuck.

A nipple suck.

And then a dirty French kiss again.

Oui. Oui.

Their bodies were knotted up as though playing a game of Twister.

Left foot white.

Right hand black.

Her full white hips and rear.

His tight black glutes and six-pack.

Their foreplay was new and exciting. Nancy lay on her back with her legs spread like a wishbone. Jarod looked down and saw her pussy. Her light hair was long and plentiful. He wanted to be inside of her. He couldn’t help himself. The sight of it had him at the point of no return.

He crawled up on her forty-two-year-old body and placed his hand on his twenty-eight-year-old dick and laid his chest upon her healthy breasts, placing his face near her neck. He prepared to enter.

“Eat me,” she said as though he should have known better. She gave him a salacious look.

Jarod paused and leaned upward.

Nancy smiled an expectant smile. Her eyes were sweltering.

Jarod blinked a few times and lowered his body, heading straight downtown into muff-diving territory.

It was juicy.

It was a rosy shade of pink.

It was wide open.

It was heated.

It had a sweet scent. Like a feminine musk.

He kissed it and poked it with his tongue.

He looked up at her with eyes that said scrumptious.

He did a sloshing-tongue-tip insertion and screwed her creamy candy, like crème de la crème. He smacked his lips and smiled.

She smiled harder.

He was harder downstairs than before he’d sampled the delectable treat.

He adjusted the position of his face just below her pubic bone and maneuvered his lips to meet her clitoral pearl head-on. He saw her vulnerable fleshy nub exposed, without even having to pull back its rosy hood. Her pseudo-penis was enlarged.

He took the round, stiff muscle between his teeth and tongue and gave a sensual slurp. Her erect clitoris pulsated.

She jumped.

And he flicked.

She throbbed. The strength of it could be seen. It was undeniable. There was no lying about that.

And then he licked.

She flinched.

Her opening contracted multiple times. Her motion was strengthened by his obvious skill at pleasing. A skill much like riding a bike. Even though it had been a while, he managed to jump right back on and ride it just like before.

He allowed the fullness of her southern lips to surround the fullness of his northern lips, and inside his mouth, against his tongue, he met her tender point again, treating it to a suckling while slipping and sliding his lips along her tip like he was trying to get something out of it. He also probed the inside of her sugar walls with his thick index finger and his long fuck-you finger. He did the finger pliers, trying to stimulate the spongy tissue of her G-spot. The placement of his screw motion was at 11:00 a.m. and 1:00 p.m., strategically.

Her eyes popped open.

She gave a long purr.

He went faster, at two-point-five strokes per second.

Her white thighs squashed his ears.

He looked up and saw that her face was tense with ecstasy. Her eyes were now half shut, rolled back in a trancelike state of consciousness. Her mouth was pursed as if she was bracing herself for the strong emotion. Her teeth were clenched. And she pumped toward the feeling of her stiff little organ penetrating his mouth.

Her groans revved.

Her organ stiffened even more.

It jumped and she jumped.

She ground right into his mouth fuck.

She was being eaten.

Eaten alive.

And she cried out for dear life.

“Uhhhggh, uhhhggh. Yes. Yes. Yes. Umph.” She pounded the toffee satin sheet with her tight fist. Over, and over, and over again.

She held his head in place as she ripped in his face.

Her secretions dripped and her thighs contracted and her hands flexed and her vagina squeezed tight around his deep fingers.

The thirst of her desire was quenched.

She got off in his mouth.

And one lone tear fell from her left eye.

He climbed up on top of her and rode her cum-filled pussy like the stand-up soldier he was.

He was the controlling drill sergeant.

And she was the obedient trainee.

It was his turn to have some fun.

Fun with a woman who took it deep, took it strong, and took it all night long.

Like the pussy champ she was.

He’d met his match.

And he came deep.

27

“Nasty Girl”

Thursday, May 1, 2008
10:34 p.m.

T
he next day, just before tall and thick Nancy turned around to take a seat next to Jarod, he reached up and grabbed a handful of plump ass. They were at her apartment in East Point, hanging out in her sunken living room. The circulating air smelled like butterscotch.

Nancy wore a mint-colored lace camisole and she was barefoot with clear toenail polish. The mango-colored candles flickered in the darkness.

He spoke like he was trash-talking to one of his boys. “I ain’t never seen no ass like yours before.”

“You say that to all the big booty girls.”

“The hell I do. Damn, girl, what does your mama look like?”

She lowered her long body next to him, securing her womanly hips onto the blue gray woven sofa. “My mom? I guess you could say she’s big. Or more like heavy.”

“Well, God bless her.” He talked like he was saluting.

He picked up his glass of Grey Goose and cranberry on ice and swallowed while flipping through television channels.

Nancy asked, “Jarod, have you talked to Tamiko?”

“No. Why?” His eyes crept to her thirty-six-inch legs.

“You haven’t even called her?”

“No.”

“Are you going to?”

“I doubt it.”

“You mean, you two don’t need to talk? You didn’t leave anything at her place, or maybe she left something at yours?”

“No.” His eyes traveled up her six-foot body to her full breasts with nipples that showed themselves boldly.

“That quickly? That easily? Isn’t there usually something that happens after you stop seeing someone? Something.”

He blinked and returned his eyes to the TV. “Me and Tamiko are done. However quick or easy, I’m not sure.”

“But why me, Jarod?”

“Why you what?”

“You could have gone back and asked her to understand. But, you didn’t. And you’re here with me. Even through my history with her dad?”

Jarod put his hand on her thigh. “I’m here right now because I want to be. I’m not sure what I’m feeling. But, after what happened in that club, in spite of her sister’s feelings about me, or you, we just might be very well suited, you and me.”

“You know that already?”

“I’m just enjoying this.” He sat back and squeezed her leg.

She sat back. “You know I’m quite a bit older than you.”

“And?”

“You’ve dated older women before?”

“Many times.”

“But not for long, obviously. You’re only twenty-eight.”

“And?” he asked.

“And you know I’m fighting for a portion of Charlie’s estate, right?”

“I do.”

“That doesn’t bother you?”

“That’s on you.”

“That’s on me? We’re not talking about some family out there who you’ve never met. We’re talking about Tamiko and Milan Kennedy.”

Jarod leaned his head back against the soft cushion. “Nancy, come on. Here I am, spending time with you after some great nights together.” He looked down at her legs again. “You look good and you feel damn good. You’re sitting next to me and my dick is hard. Again. I’m enjoying you. You turn me the fuck on.” He looked at her softening face. “You have ever since the minute I saw you. I can’t help who you are. There’s no blood relation, even though I know both of them and what they must be saying about me. Or about us. The question is, can you handle this?”

Nancy looked him in the eyes and down at his jeans. She simply smiled and examined his broad shoulders and beautiful chest muscles. “If only I had met you in some other way, some other time, without all of this. But, who knows. Who’s to say?”

“Yeah, but you didn’t.”

She leaned closer to him.

“Sit on my face,” he demanded out of the blue with a stern look.

She giggled. “Jarod, you just ate me out last night.”

“Come up here, woman.”

Jarod moved over to the left side of the sofa and leaned back. Nancy stood up, unsnapped her camisole and lowered the shoulder straps, allowing her breasts to spring from its lacy cups. She brought her shapely right leg over his shoulder and then her left leg. She looked down and positioned her cookie to his awaiting face and pulled back her hairy lips, exposing her clit for him.
He immediately took it into his mouth and began his butterfly-flick magic. Right away, his hands grabbed her plump ass, covering the womanly curve of her bottom. Her right leg shook. It was like he was pushing a magic coochie button. Her bushy pussy rested on his mouth. His fingers pressed her cheeks hard enough to leave reddish imprints. His dick stiffened behind her.

She squirmed toward him and fucked his face, riding his mouth. She ran her long fingers through her straight blonde hair and threw her head back. Nancy looked back and caught sight of his dark brown hands along her backside. Her pussy jerked.

She felt her rush arriving at ninety miles an hour and pulled away from his face and backed down to his penis, hurriedly making her way up against it.

It was as though her tight slit was begging to be fucked. He could hear it.

“You have such a pretty dick.” She looked like she meant it.

“I’ve got enough to feed the needy, baby.” He looked serious.

Nancy placed her ready-to-blow pussy opening to the point of easy access, inserting his dick inside. She braced herself with her legs, descending onto his girth, and moaned softly.

Jarod looked up at her as she lay upon him. His thick shaft was all up in her and she barely flinched. The feeling deep inside turned him on like a light switch.