Going Down (3 page)

There are some good ones out there, just like there are some good men. But some women just don’t care.
I’ve told women that I was goin’ with somebody and their response was “So. What’s all that got to do with you and me?”

Lana was like that. She knows all about Angelique, but she doesn’t care. In there right now with her legs in the air.

Women will fuck around on their man too. There was a time, when I first got out of the Army, that all I would mess with were married women or ones that had a man living with them. They were low maintenance and no trouble at all. They would come by the condo, get fucked, get dressed and go home. But I’m not like that anymore. I’m looking for one woman I can settle with.

I’m beginning to believe that a woman like that is just a fantasy, but I resolved myself to wait for her anyway. But waiting is lonely. So in the meantime, I go from one she’ll-do relationship to another. I thought I’d found the one in Carmen Singleton.
 

I met Carmen two years ago at an Accountants Convention in Las Vegas. On the final night of the convention, the sponsors held what they called a “
wanderound
.”: a wander around, swapping accounting stories and trading business cards, cocktail party. I started not to go, but I’d lost all the money I could afford to go to the tables. So a boring cocktail party seemed slightly better than a boring night alone in my room channel surfing. After an hour of chitchat, finger food, and Johnny Walker Black—they didn’t have any Cognac—I decided that channel surfing actually was the better option.

Thinking one more drink would keep me out of the
minibar
in the room for at least an hour, I stopped at the bar for one last Johnny Black. I finished my drink and turned to leave. That’s when I bumped into Carmen. “I’m sorry,” I said quickly. Then I looked up and there was Carmen. And she was beautiful.

“No, I’m sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“That’s okay.” I read her nametag quickly. “Ms. Singleton. My name is Tavarus.” I held out my hand.

“Please, call me Carmen.” Her hands were soft and warm.

“Can I get something for you?” I asked, hoping she’d accept.

“Rum and coke, please,” Carmen answered with a smile. She had a beautiful smile and big pretty eyes. For the next hour, we had a very lively conversation, about accounting mostly, then we realized we were both from Atlanta. We exchanged business cards and promised to do lunch. Then Carmen excused herself. “I have an early flight and I’m exhausted.”

About a month later, the next time I wore that suit, I found her card in my jacket pocket. I called her and we met a few days later for lunch. Carmen was intelligent, with a degree of sophistication, without being snobbish of course. While we ate, I wondered how she would stand up against my third criteria. She definitely had the body for it.

Carmen was on the verge of getting out of a bad relationship. The majority of her conversation consisted of her description of how bad she was being treated. The problem was that Carmen was a beautiful and intelligent woman, with a very outgoing personality, who had a very jealous man. Bad combination. I liked her and I wanted to try to get with her, but I had no desire to get involved in a situation like that. “Too much drama.”

Three months later, she finally got away from him. But those three months were filled with heated telephone conversations, hang-ups in the middle of the night, hateful e-mail, and notes on the windshield of her car; several unannounced visits to her apartment and her job. She had to get a restraining order before he stopped.

Carmen spent the next year trying to get back to herself. She swore off men and spent most of her time thinking. First, about where she went wrong. How she could have chosen so poorly. Then she began to focus on what she really wanted in a man and how she felt a relationship should be. She said she ran across my card in her Rolodex and thought about calling.

“An idea I quickly dismissed,” she told me later. She was tired of being alone and I seemed nice enough, but she wasn’t ready to get back in the game. A couple of months later she called me. We met for dinner and then a movie a few nights later. I was surprised at how Carmen seemed so at peace with herself. Not the same angry black woman I had lunch with and dismissed a year ago.

Later that night we were back at my condo and it didn’t take long before clothes were flying everywhere. I attacked her tongue with a vengeance. My hands slid from her breasts to her hips, her ass, and back up to her breasts again. I squeezed them lightly and her body began to tremble. “It’s been so long,” she mumbled.

I lowered my head and took her nipple between my teeth, and it was like an electric sensation had rushed through her veins. Carmen dug her fingernails into back. “Oh yes!” she cried. “Yes, baby, yes!”

I kissed her again, nibbled her chin, sucked her neck. I pushed her legs open with one of mine and pinned her up against the wall. I fingered and dipped into her.

Carmen closed her eyes and I felt her body tremble as I eased my penetrating finger in and out of her. She bit her bottom lip to stop from screaming.

“You feel so good,” I said softly, and Carmen attacked my tongue the way I’d done hers. I grabbed her thighs and lifted her off her feet. Before she could catch her breath, I thrust myself into her, and I swore in that moment that I had found heaven on earth.

Carmen clawed at my neck and back, kissed and sucked my neck. She rocked her hips, moving her body into mine as much as she could, pinned against the wall like she was. I bent my knees and pushed myself deeper inside her.

“Fuck me, Tavarus!”

I felt her juices flowing down my thighs. I pulled back and gazed into her eyes. When I saw the satisfied look on her face, I put her down, but Carmen was far from done. She dropped to her knees and took my length into her mouth. It was like she had to fight the urge to swallow me whole. That shit was so fucking good I almost lost my balance. I steadied myself on the wall and marveled at her skills.

Suddenly she stopped and got up. She walked away. “Bedroom?” she said and point in that direction.

“Yes,” I said and followed her in. At that point, I would have followed that pussy anywhere.

Carmen got up on the bed and bent over. “Come get this pussy,” Carmen said, and ran her hand over her ass. I grabbed Carmen by her shoulders and thrust myself deep inside her.

“Ooooooooh!” she screamed and sucked up every inch of me inside her warmth. Her pussy was so soft, so wet; I began to pound on that ass furiously, enjoying the view of Carmen’s near perfect ass.

“Your dick is so hard!” she yelled through clenched teeth.

I felt her ass bucking, pounding against me, and then I felt her muscles lock as her head drifted back in quiet ecstasy.

Carmen collapsed on the bed and I sat down next to her. She touched my face, and I ran my hand over her soft skin. She rolled into my arms and kissed my lips. I reached between her legs and fingered her clit with one hand, and squeezed her breast with the other.

Carmen repositioned herself and got on top of me. I looked on with great anticipation as she lowered herself onto me. While taking my dick into her dipping wet pussy, we stared into each other’s eyes. We began moving in unison; each movement was agonizingly slow and deliberate.

She rode me slowly and I began to feast on her nipples. I felt her legs trembling on my thighs, and I pushed harder. Carmen bear down on me and increased her pace. I could feel that she was about to cum again, but I guess she wasn’t ready to. She reached out and touched my face with both hands, and kissed me.

Carmen rolled off me and I watched her crawl around on the bed. Enjoying the perfection that was her ass. I crawled over beside her and ran my hands along her back, around her perfect ass, and squeezed her firm thighs. Carmen spread her legs and I fingered her clit and played with her lips. I used my fingers to hold her lips apart, and slid my tongue inside her. I sucked gently and her clit began to swell. I licked her with the tip of my tongue and felt her body quiver. “
Ooooh
!” she cried.

With my head deep between her thighs, I sucked her clit and fingered her with one hand, while squeezing her breast with the other. Then I very deliberately spread Carmen’s lips with my thumb and forefinger, while making small circles around her clit with the tip my tongue. I slid my tongue inside her and sucked her moist lips gently. Once again, I felt her body quiver as I licked and sucked her clit with the tip of my tongue. Her thighs pressed together as her body convulsed uncontrollably.

I got up on my knees and entered Lana from behind. Her pussy was so wet; I could hardly control myself. I felt her ass bucking against me. I got into a long and rhythmic stroke, pulling almost completely out of her, and slowly easing myself back inside of her. Each time I entered her fully, I’d smack her ass hard and firm.

“
Ooooh
, Zack, I like it like that,” Lana said, as the steady motion gave her a chance to catch herself.

I placed my hand on her wide hips and slid my dick in and out of Lana slowly. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get the image of Angelique out of his mind.

Lana was very wet, and she had excellent control of her muscles. Lana rolled over and I eased her on her back and entered her again. Lana arched her back and rotated her hips, moving slowly, then fast, and then slowly again. Her body began to quiver as she stretched out her legs, seeming to anticipate my movements. My heartbeat quickened along with my pace, until our bodies shook and she screamed, “Oh, Zack!”

Lana smiled and touched my face, and then she curled up in the fetal position. I ran my hand over her shoulder and down her arm. Her skin was soft and smooth. I paused to admire each curve, studying each nuance of her body. Lana began to move in response. She rolled into my arms and she kissed my lips. I tasted her tongue. It glided slowly and smoothly over mine.

I broke our embrace and spread her legs. I kissed her inner thighs and, once again, tasted the wetness between them. Lana held my head in place as my tongue slithered along her lips and made circles around her clit. Her grip grew tighter, her stomach muscles locked and her head drifted back in quiet ecstasy.

She separated herself from me and rolled over on her back. Lana lifted her legs and grabbed her ankles. “Come fuck this pussy, Zack.”

With the weight of my body on my arms, I eased myself inside Lana. I began the same slow and steady motion, and Lana wrapped her legs around my waist. Our bodies melted into a rhythm, with Lana working her hips and inner muscles, while licking my nipples. She knows that shit turns me the fuck on. Now, it was my body that began to tremble and Lana, who was pounding her hips furiously into me, until we both reached a very loud and violent climax.

I came out of the room with Lana and knocked on Tee’s door as I passed. “Yo, Tee! You ready to go?”

“I’ll be out in a minute!” he yelled.

I walked Lana out to her car and kissed her good-bye. She got in, rolled down the window, and stuck her head out as I began walking away. “Come here, Zack,” she said. I knew she wasn’t going leave just like that. “When you gonna have some time to spend with me, Zack? This fuck buddy thing is nice, I like it, but I would like to do something every once and a while.”

“Come on, Lana. Every time we make plans to do something, you come up with some extremely lame excuse why you can’t make it. I get tired of that.” I leaned on the window and angled toward her lips. “Why you lie so much, anyway?”

Lana sat back in her chair and smiled. “I don’t lie; I mean it when I say it. Something always comes up. But I’m serious this time.”

“All right.” I laughed, rubbing my two-day growth of beard.

“I was gonna tell you that you needed to shave, but I was too busy.” She laughed. “Come on now, I’m serious. Let’s do something.”

“Okay.” I paused a moment. “What do you wanna do?”

“Anything, have a drink, see a movie, walk in the park. I don’t care. Just as long as you and I do something.”