Going Down (30 page)

Once we were settled in our room, I proceeded to get ready to go to the beach. Kathy, however, had other plans for the day. “Tavarus, I left my purse in the car, could you get it for me, please?”

When I returned to the room with her purse, Kathy had placed two candles on either side of the bed and had lit them. There was music playing and she was in the bathroom. Seeing the candles and hearing the music brought a smile to my face. Then I resumed getting ready for the beach. When Kathy emerged from the bathroom, I looked up. The sight of her dressed in black lace, walking toward me, made me quiver. “I like that, but it’s a bite risqué for the beach.”

”That’s not exactly what I had in mind,” she replied, wrapping her arms around him.

I kissed her on the forehead.

“Kathy, we’re gonna be here for three days. We have plenty of time for that. So get your fine ass into a bikini and let’s hit the beach.”

“I didn’t bring one,” she said, pressing her body against mine. “I didn’t bring many clothes at all. I won’t be needing any.” She could feel my excitement growing. “In fact, we’re overdressed right now.”

“Is that a fact?”

”That’s a fact.” She began to kiss my chest through my T-shirt.

“What do you think we should be wearing?” I asked innocently, while Kathy ran her hands under my T-shirt.

“Nothing,” she said, putting her arms around me and kissing me.

I felt myself getting harder as I tasted her tongue. She undressed me slowly as we swayed to the music. Kathy took my shirt off, made slow circles around my nipples and they began to harden. I removed her teddy and teased her nipples with my tongue. I glided my tongue around her beautiful dark circles, coming close, but never touching her nipples. Kathy stroked my ever-hardening dick—long, even strokes, from tip to shaft. She squeezed my nipples and her stroking became more intense, more focused.

Kathy spread her legs and I slide my hand along thighs and gently fingered her clit. I felt it getting harder under my touch. Her head drifted back and she moaned her approval. I heard her moan again, felt her body quiver. I watched her turn around, and enjoyed the perfection that is her ass.

Kathy lay down on the bed and put a pillow over her stomach, so her fat ass was up in the air. I sat beside her and ran my hands along her back, her perfect ass, her firm thighs. “Come get this pussy.”

I did as she asked and entered her. I felt her ass bucking, pounding against me. I felt the muscles inside her tighten. Her body shook and she yelled, “I don’t want to cum yet.”

I repositioned myself on the bed and Kathy proceeded to lower her body on to my face. I ran my tongue along her lips and proceeded to lick and suck her swollen clit. She moaned her pleasure and slid her hand up and down my dick.

Kathy lowered her head and took me into her mouth. My back arched. The movement of my tongue increased to a pace that coincided with hers. Once again, I felt her body quiver and she removed herself from my face. She crawled down my body, stroking my dick as she moved closer to it.

Kathy looked back and winked at me, then lowered herself onto me, taking my dick into the wetness between her thighs. I love watching her ass slid up and down on my dick, and she knows it, says it turns her on. Kathy came hard and drenched me with her juices. I had to taste her. I slid my hands under her thighs and lifted her back to my waiting tongue. I tried my best to suck that pussy dry, but the I more I sucked the more she came.

When she couldn’t take any more, Kathy rolled off of me and laid on her back. She spread her legs as wide as she could and I dove between them. We fucked hard, slamming our bodies into each other until our bodies shook. We screamed together and passed out in each other’s arms. We never even made it the beach that weekend.

That night, all of us were a little nervous, you know, our first time playing together in public; but we all knew it would pass as soon as the set began. Naturally, I wanted my boys to come, but I didn’t tell them that I was playing. I just asked them to meet me there in time for the second set. I had been keeping Linda up on what I was doing. “You doing anything tonight?”

“Nothing special,” Linda replied.

“The band got its first gig tonight, so if you’re not doing anything tonight, come check us out.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for anything in the world.”

At that moment, Peggy came into my office. “What wouldn’t you miss, Linda?”

“Tavarus and his new band are playing their first gig tonight,” Linda told Peggy.

“Oh. I didn’t know Tavarus was in a band.”

“You should come check them out,” Linda said, and I ran my hand over my face. Since the night we got drunk and Peggy set it out for me, I had pretty much been avoiding her. So I wasn’t too hyped about her going.

“What’s the name of your band?” Peggy asked.

“We call ourselves Hard Bop,” I said with pride.

“What kind of music do you play?”

“We play hard bop.”

They both looked at each other and then at me, with
confussed
looks on their faces. I knew that I had to explain.

“Hard bop is a style of jazz that is an extension of bebop or bop music. Hard bop incorporates influences from rhythm and blues, gospel, and blues, especially in the saxophone and piano playing.

“Oh,” Peggy commented.

“That explains a lot. Now, what is bebop?”

“Bebop or bop is a form of jazz characterized by fast tempos and improvisation based on a harmonic structure rather than melody. It was developed in the early and mid-1940s. So ends the history lesson.”

Since she was instrumental in my pursuing this dream, I invited Tyhedra to come hear us. I told Carmen about it and asked her to come, but knowing how she feels about jazz music in general, and me playing the horn in particular, I doubted she’d show up.

When I got to the club, the first person I saw was Tyhedra seated at the bar. She stood up when she saw me coming toward her. She was wearing a tight, blue dress that hugged every delicious inch of her. “There he is,” she said, throwing her arms around my neck, kissing me on the cheek.

“Long time no see,” I said. “And that’s a real shame because you look so good.”

“You like?” Tyhedra said and struck a pose. I could tell that she’d had a few drinks.

“Yes, definitely.”

“So this is the big night, huh?”

“Yeah, this is it,” I admitted.

“Well, I know you’re gonna be great.”

“I believe you said something like that the last time you heard me.”

“I was just putting it out there. See, I knew you had it in you. All you had to do was believe and make it happen. And look, here you are about to make your dreams a reality. Like I told you, you gotta have a dream if you wanna make a dream come true.”

“You did say that, didn’t you?”

“And you see I was right.”

I saw the fellas setting up on stage. “Come on, let me introduce you to the band. After I introduced her, Tyhedra hung around the stage while we got tuned up. It wasn’t too long after that before Linda came in the club on some man’s arm and headed straight for the stage. “Glad you could make it, Linda.”

“I told you I wouldn’t miss this for anything in the world.” Linda turned to the man she was with. “Tavarus, I want you to meet my husband. Leonard, this is my coworker Tavarus.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Tavarus. Linda talks about you all the time,” Leonard said, and shook my hand.

“I can say the same thing about you. It’s good to meet you, too, Leonard. ”

“My two favorite men finally meet at last,” Linda said, but her eyes were planted squarely on Tyhedra, who by this time had angled her way next to me.

“Linda, Leonard, this is my friend Tyhedra.”

“It’s nice to meet you guys,” Tyhedra said politely, as Linda shot daggers at Tyhedra with her eyes.

Tyhedra looked at me. “It’s starting to get a little crowded, so I’m going to get another drink and find a seat down front.”

“You’re welcome to join us,” Leonard said; dissecting Tyhedra with his eyes.

“Thank you, Leonard,” Tyhedra said, and Linda’s face turned to stone. “Why don’t you find us a table and I’ll run down a waitress.

“I’ll join you two in a minute,” Linda said.

Linda watched Tyhedra and Leonard walk off. As soon as they were far enough away, she turned back to me. “Who is she? That your new girlfriend?”

“No, Linda. Tyhedra is just a friend.”

“I’m your friend, Tavarus. So just how good a friend is she?”

“Just a friend, Linda. I haven’t seen Tyhedra in months.”

“So what’s she doing here?”

“She’s the one I told you about that encouraged me to start playing again.”

“That better be all there is to it. I told you, now that you ain’t with Carmen anymore, this dick is mine, and I don’t share well.”

“I remember you saying that. And wipe that jealous look off your face before Leonard sees it.

Linda looked around the club to see where Leonard and Tyhedra were sitting, and saw Peggy coming to the stage. “And what is that bitch doing here?”

“You invited her, remember?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think she’d actually come. I heard about you and her getting drunk after they made asshole account manager.”

“And nothing happened,” I said, and was glad that I didn’t fuck her, I thought as Peggy got to the stage.

Linda turned and faced her with a brand new attitude. “Hi, Peggy,” she said, and gave her a little hug. “I see you made it.”

“Glad you could make it, Peggy,” I said.

“Like you said, I wouldn’t miss it.”

Just then, Butch tapped me on the shoulder with his drumsticks. “Tee, we need you for a minute; so if you ladies will excuse us.”

“Sure,” Peggy said and turned away.

“Good luck,” Linda said, and pushed her lips out like she was kissing me.

“Thanks,” I said to Butch.

“You looked like you needed saving,” Butch said. “You gonna learn not to invite all your women to the same set. You got to spread them out. Last thing you want is them causing a scene.”

The house began to fill up with the club regulars and people that had come to wish us well. After the MC made a few announcements,, he introduced us. “Ladies and gentleman, please welcome Hard Bop!”

The crowd gave us a polite round of applause and we got right into our set. We opened with Horace Silver’s,
Song for My Father
. The song featured Dexter on sax, but didn’t have trumpet solo, and I could see the disappointed looks on the faces of my little cheering section. That all changed when I stepped to the front and counted off, and we jumped into
Dear Old Stockholm
.

It’s a Swedish folk song. The original Swedish title, roughly translated as
Oh
Värmland
Thou Art Beautiful
. Miles Davis and John Coltrane did the best-known jazz version. I got loose on that one. Next we did the Dizzy Gillespie classic,
A Night in Tunisia
and closed the show with my feature of Lee Morgan’s,
Totem Pole
. We brought the house down and we took our bows to a standing ovation. We left the crowd hollering for more and we retreated to the dressing room. After a fair amount of patting ourselves on the back, I came back out into the club.