Fantasy (18 page)

I tried to keep my distance for a big part of their relationship, and it wasn’t until a year after they had been married that an awkward situation landed me in his arms again. I was having my 25th birthday party, and I decided to give his club some play to bring him in a little more cash flow as well. I called and left a message regarding my ideas and waited for him to call. I went down to the club to meet him to make all of the arrangements, and as I was leaving he suddenly asked me to wait.

“What’s that?” I asked, letting the handle of the door loose from my grip.
“Do you ever think about what life would be like if you and I would have gotten together instead of me dealing with Lana?”
“I think about it all the time, but it doesn’t matter now that she’s your wife.”
“It does matter. You know how I felt about you then, and not much has changed.”
“I would find that really hard to believe. When I was just ready to give us a try, you were already with her.”
“I didn’t think you wanted to be with me,” he said, moving closer to me.
“I wanted you, and I thought you would have figured it out.”
“I guess I was blind then; my eyes weren’t open but they are wide open now.” He grabbed my hand and I tried to resist. I could feel the heat from his body as he moved closer to me. I wanted to turn around and run out the door but I couldn’t. I loved this man once, and I knew it had never died. I had morals and I knew that it was definitely wrong to yearn for another woman’s husband.
I backed away a little when he moved his lips close to mine. “What are you doing, Daron?” I backed up even closer towards the exit.
“I miss you, Kima.”
“Daron, this isn’t right. Please don’t,” I said as I continued to weakly try and push him away.
“You know you can’t resist me. You want me just as bad as I want you.”
“That’s not true. I . . . ” His lips touched mine and he stopped me in mid sentence. I didn’t want to move forward but it felt too good to back away. His lips touching mine brought back all the memories that I tried to put behind me. He held onto me tight, and I let his initiated motion finish through completely. As he began to rub his hands across my back, I felt myself getting wet down below.
He slowly hiked up my mini skirt and pulled my panties down with ease. He hadn’t even touched my throbbing hot spot yet, but I was already nearing an orgasm from the way he flickered his tongue around my neck. I let out a little moan once his fingers finally made their way to my tunnel. He lifted me up onto the table, his fingers still inserted. He moved his fingers in and out slowly, causing my juices to cover his two digits completely. I nibbled on his ear as he continued using his fingers to satisfy me. I was about to burst and tried not to scream as the climax forced me to hold onto him tightly. I could hear voices outside, and as the sounds grew closer I lost my focal point.
“Daron, stop. I think Lana’s coming” I said, pushing him away.
“What?”
“I hear her voice. Shit, Daron, where can I hide.” I was fumbling to straighten my clothing.
“Go into the men’s room; she won’t come in there.”
As she opened the door, he turned and greeted her. I watched from a crack in the bathroom door.
“Hey, baby, what are you doing here?” he said, trying to cover my thongs which were still lying on the floor with his foot.
“Tanya and I were going to the mall. I missed you, so I just wanted to stop by and tell you.”
“You could have called me on the phone and told me that.”
“Well, I wanted to tell you face to face. And anyway, I saw Kima’s car outside. What is she doing here?”
“Oh, that’s really why you came in; you saw her car and wanted to check on me. You ain’t slick!”
“No, that’s not what happened, but I would like to know what her car is doing out there.”
“She came here to put down a deposit on a party.”
“What party? She’s having a party here?” she asked loudly.
“Yeah. She came to drop of the money and her car wouldn’t start. She called some dude to come get her.” He kept a straight face.
“Really?” she asked not convinced. “Well, I’m on my way to the mall. I’ll see you later at home,” she said before kissing him goodbye and heading toward the door. Daron followed and locked the door behind her. “You can come out now!” he yelled through the club.
“Damn, Daron, that shit was too close. This shit cannot go on. Let’s just forget today ever happened!”
“I can’t forget. I need you, Kima, and that’s some real shit. I’ve fucked with plenty women but none give me the feeling that you do.”
“Daron, save it. If you wanted me you would’ve never married her. Look, I have to go. I’m going to forget this, and I would suggest that you do the same!” I quickly walked out of the club and entered my car. I drove away with a nervous feeling in my gut. I knew how I felt about him and I also knew that it was no way I would ever forget what had just happened. It was weeks before I ran into Daron again, and I let my feelings for him take over and I gave in. I couldn’t resist anymore. And though I felt guilty afterwards, I wasn’t guilty enough to leave him alone. I knew he would never be mine but I imagined it each time we were together.

After my shopping outing I rushed home to get dressed and make it to Zanzibar Blue, in time for our girly dinner. It took me three circles around the block to find a parking lot that I was willing to park my BMW in. I wasn’t about to put my ride into a valet lot so some asshole could put a dent in it. Although I had an okay job, this car was a gift and I wasn’t ready to pay for any damages—especially ones that I didn’t cause. After comfortably parking, I began the two-block walk to the restaurant. I was greeted by the hostess and escorted to the table where my girls Cindy and Gina were waiting.

“Hey, girls, what’s up?” I said before hugging them both. “Damn, I thought I was going to be the last one here. Where are Tanya and Lana?”

“I don’t know. Tanya is probably trying to pry Lana away from that husband of hers.” Cindy said with a chuckle.
“Yeah, they have been spending a lot of time together; I guess they’ve kissed and made up now” Gina spoke before taking a sip of water.
“Well, I wish they would hurry up because I’m hungry as hell,” I said, rubbing my growling stomach.
“Those niggas can buy you cars but they can’t feed your ass, huh?” Cindy said laughing.
“Fuck you Cindy! I can get them to buy me anything I want; don’t get it twisted!” I said, snapping my fingers like the gay skit on
In Living Color
.
“I’m just playing, girl!” she said tapping, her hands on the table and laughing loudly.
“Hey, ladies, sorry I’m late. Daron was all over me and shit!” Lana said as she walked up to the table from behind.
“Where’s Tanya?” Cindy asked.
“Oh, she couldn’t make it, some bullshit about a babysitter. I think she lied to go see that married man she’s been messing around with,” Lana spoke before sitting down.
“So what’s up with you and Daron?” I guess you’ve kissed and made up now, huh?” Gina asked, smiling.
I sat there burning inside because I was surely not interested in her reply.
“We did. He told me that he hasn’t cheated on me, and I have to believe him. I know that he loves me, and I know it ain’t a bitch out there that can compare to me. I dropped it and I promised him that I wouldn’t bring it up again. Then he tore my back out, if you know what I mean!” She began laughing at her insinuation of good sex.
I sat there close to vomiting. I knew that I was about to lose it, so I quickly excused myself from the table to go to the restroom.
I wanted to scream as I stood in front of the mirror. I couldn’t sit and listen to stories of their happiness. As bad as it may sound, I was happy when they weren’t, that’s when I could spend more time with Daron. After I got myself together I returned to the table, after about ten minutes, with a blank stare on my face. I was hoping that no one would notice, since none of them even came and checked to see if I was okay after being away from the table so long.
“What’s wrong with you?” Lana asked, noticing my change in appearance.
“I don’t feel well all of a sudden. I think I’m going to head home and lie down,” I said after grabbing my bag.
“Okay, we’ll call later. Let us know how you feel,” Cindy spoke.
“I will.” I made my way out of the restaurant. I was so disgusted, I couldn’t sit at the table with her any longer. I had been friends with Lana for over ten years, but my feelings for Daron practically changed the way I felt about her completely. There was a time when she was my only friend, and though I never told her about Daron’s and my past before they dealt, I still hated the fact that she was with him. That fact made it hard for me to be the great friend that I once was. I know that most people would say that I was wrong, but I didn’t give a damn.
I was getting more distressed the longer I sat and thought about it. I dialed his cell phone, and once he answered it I began to yell immediately.
“How the hell are you going to fuck me and go home to fuck her? What kind of shit is that?” I yelled into the receiver.
“Did you forget that she’s my wife?” What the fuck is your problem?”
“My problem is the bullshit games that you continue to play. You told me that you were on the brink of a divorce, and then she comes in the restaurant smiling and shit saying you tore her back out!”
“I said on the brink of divorce but we are still married.”
“Fuck this, Daron! I thought things were going to change. I thought you wanted me to be happy?”
“I do want you to be happy, but it seems like the only time you are happy is when she’s not, and that’s the fucked-up part!”
“I’m done with this conversation Daron—
and
you. Goodbye!” I said before ending the call. He called me and left at least five messages. Once I made it home I spread out across the bed and began to cry. How did I get myself into this? I wondered what was going on with me mentally, why I continued to fall in love with him. I wanted to be in a real relationship for once in my life, but the drug dealers and other big-timers I was attracted to only did me dirty each time. I was tired of being number two. I thought I would be satisfied with the jump-off title, but I was ready to be wifey. I thought the more time I spent with Daron the more he would love me and the more likely he would be to leave Lana's ass alone.
I lay on the bed for about an hour soaking in my own misery when I heard the doorbell ring. I wasn't quick to answer it, since I figured it was the girls checking to see how I was doing. I was definitely not in the mood for a get-well session. After about five rings, I was annoyed so I got up to go answer it.
I peeked out of the peephole and noticed Daron standing there impatiently. What the hell did he want? I thought to myself. I contemplated leaving him standing there. I knew how persistent he was and I figured he wouldn't leave me alone no matter what, and it would be tough to get rid of him.
"What the hell do you want?" I asked through a small crack in the door.
"I want to talk. Open the door, Kima," Daron said, trying to push the door open.
"I don't have anything to say, and I don't feel really well. So I need to get back to bed," I said attempting to close the small space between us.
"Look, just give me five minutes. That's all I'm asking for. I need to explain some things to you."
I thought about turning him away, but my feelings for him were overriding my anger. As he stood there looking pitiful, I warmed up inside because my heart still yearned for his attention. "Five minutes, that’s it!" I spoke sternly before loosening my grip on the door to allow him to enter the house.
"Look, I didn't mean to shut you out earlier, but I was a little upset that you called me yelling. I know that I was wrong to lie to you about her. It's a lot harder than I thought it was going to be to walk away from her. I know that I should have been honest with you and told you that things between me and her were going okay, but I'm sorry if I led you on."
"So what does that mean? You don't want to deal with me anymore? After I have stayed around two years, waiting for you to leave her, all you can say is
sorry
? I gave up too much."
"I didn't say that I didn't want you; I'm saying . . . I'm confused. I care for you and her; it's hard for me to make a choice."
"I can't wait around forever, Daron. I either need you to be with me or leave me alone, so that I can move on with my life."
"I can't do that." He began moving closer to me.
I pushed him away trying to avoid any physical contact. I was hurting, and I was still angry about the way he had dragged me along. "Stop it, Daron. I know what you are trying to do and it's not going to work." I backed away as I usually did when I was angry with him.
"I need you, Kima," He said, wrapping his arms around my waist and beginning to caress the small of my back. I tried to stand firm and push him away, but I needed him as much as he claimed he needed me. I felt like the biggest sucker for falling for his tricks, but he had me right where he wanted me. He softly placed a kiss on my lips that sent chills through my body. He pushed his tongue through my lips and began to massage mine with his. It was as if all of my anger was being completely drained from my body and re-filled with love.
My body was warm; my feet were tingling. I quickly forgot about Mrs. Lana. He was my man again, if only for a short time to make love to me. As his hands made their way to my panties, I became excited, anticipating him touching my wetness.
"I'll never stop wanting you," he whispered in my ear, causing me to exude an overload of lubrication.
After meeting my clit with his soft touch, I moved my hips to initiate a circular motion. This man was all I could ever ask for—minus the wife. I wanted to feel him inside of me, and his fingers caressing me were causing me to hunger for more.
"I'm going to make you mine I promise," he whispered before lifting me up to place me on the sofa. I unzipped his pants as he continued to finger-fuck me with ease. I was moaning loudly and he was growing harder with each sound I made. I pulled his manhood out and stroked it with a tight grip, not ever wanting to let it go. I rubbed his length and begged him to get inside of me.
"You want me to fuck you?" he asked in a low tone.
"Yes!" I moaned.
"I don't believe you. Tell me again." He was moving his fingers in and out a little faster.
"Yes!" I moaned, a second time.
"I still don't believe you. I need you to make me believe it," he instructed.
"Fuck me please, Daron. I need this dick inside of me!" I moaned loudly.
With that he freed his fingers from my extremely juicy tunnel and rammed his stick inside of me. I felt ecstasy as he worked in slow, steady strokes. He continued his stroke while sticking his tongue in and out of my mouth. I yelled as I climaxed, and he picked up speed when he noticed my body starting to tremble. He soon turned me over and smacked my ass a few times. I loved it. When he asked me whose pussy it was I didn't hesitate to scream his name. It did belong to him, and he knew that no matter what, I would always return to him.
He then removed his length from my wetness and quickly shoved it into my ass. I was used to this, since I had learned early on that this was one way to satisfy him. He loved a woman that could take it in the ass and that was one thing that Lana had yet to tolerate. He always called me his little soldier because, even from the first time he tried it, I always acted as if I enjoyed it. He moved in and out of my ass as I stuck two fingers inside of my tunnel to initiate another orgasm.
I was nearing another climax when the telephone started to ring. I was focused on one more nut, so I could have cared less about who was calling. Once the answering machine picked up I tried even harder to ignore it, but Daron seemed to be slowing down; he wanted to know who was calling.
"Hi. You've reached Kima. I'm sorry I'm not able to answer your call right now, but leave me a message and I'll holla back at you ASAP."
Beep . . .
"Hey, Kima, it’s Lana. I was just calling to check up on you. Hopefully you are feeling a little better than you did earlier. I would assume that I'm the only one that called, since the rest of them are tore up drunk!" She began laughing. "I hope you didn't cut out on us to go fuck some nigga. Sike, just joking. I'm on my way home now to see my baby for round two. Call me tomorrow, hooker. Bye!"
Beep.
Daron stopped and sat down on the sofa before placing his face in his hands. "What the fuck am I doing?" He yelled. "Look, Kima, I have to go. I'll call you later," he said, fumbling to gather his clothing.
"What?" I asked, both confused and annoyed. I knew I shouldn't have let his ass in! "Where are you going?" I asked as I stood up from the sofa.
"I have to get home before she does," he said, zipping his pants.
"Why? Tell her you are working. You can't leave me hanging like that Daron," I said grabbing hold of his hand trying to get him to refocus on me.
"I'm sorry, Kima, but I have to go. I'll give you a call tomorrow, I promise."
I released my grip as he turned to walk out of the door. I wanted to beg him to stay, but I knew it would only make things worse. He couldn't live without me, but it was becoming clear that he couldn't live without her, either.