Ladies Listen Up (4 page)

“No, you’re beautiful and you’re talented. I just wanted to get to know you better.”

“That’s it?” she asked. Jacob shrugged his shoulders. “Well, what do you want to know?”

“What do you want to share?”

Kendra paused for a moment. It appeared she was scanning her thoughts for a reply when she leaned toward Jacob and planted a kiss on his lips. “How’s that?”

“That’s a good look.”

She leaned in again and this time she opened her lips when they met his. Jacob couldn’t believe it. He had hoped for this, but had viewed this night as more of a setup for the next date. His plans weren’t the ones that mattered, though, as Kendra took over and climbed on top of him, straddling him cowgirl style.

A smile slid across Jacob’s lips. He reached out to slide his hands up her shirt when his doorbell rang and startled him. “What the…” he said. Seconds later the chime came back to back to back.

“Someone knows you’re home,” she said with a smirk, before adding, “I’ll be waiting,” and climbed off of him. “I hope it’s not your girlfriend.”

“I don’t have one, thank you.”

“So you said.”

“I’ll be right back.” Jacob climbed up the steps and looked out the window of his living room. He didn’t see a car he recognized. The bell rang again, and peeping through the curtains, he could make out a woman’s body at his door. He came down the steps and opened the door.

“Mr. Marsh,” she said in a troubled tone.

“Anna, what are you doing here? How did you know where I lived?”

She stared into his face and stuttered out, “I…told him…I…told him…noooo. He wouldn’t…stop.”

“What? Who wouldn’t stop?”

“Mr…. M-Marsh, he…heeee raped me. Dean raped me.”

Jacob prided himself
as being someone who could always come up with an answer when it counted most. He couldn’t count the number of times he’d bailed his friends out of tough situations. Now it was his back that was truly up against a wall and he was sweating bricks. He spent twenty minutes trying to calm Anna down in his living room in order to get a story out of her. Kendra had heard the young girl upstairs crying and had rushed up to check out the situation. Trying not to blow his chances with Kendra, he’d introduced Anna as his niece. Otherwise he had no explanation for why one of his students, especially a young female student, was popping up at his house at eleven o’clock at night.

After she’d heard the word
rape,
it was all Jacob could do to keep Kendra from calling the police on Dean right then and there. Jacob assured her that he would take Anna to the hospital and told her
that he wanted to speak to Anna alone. After she was convinced that it was family business, Kendra left, impressed by the obvious closeness between Jacob and his niece.

Jacob couldn’t believe his ears as Anna described the events of the evening. She had dropped Dean off at school and he’d promised to buy her dinner and to burn a copy of a John Legend CD for her if she could come by later. She said that out of boredom she’d agreed. Once they’d gotten to his place, he invited her up and told her that they could watch a movie or listen to some music.

“I didn’t think anything of it, Mr. Marsh. But once we got to his room, he offered me some wine and I told him that I didn’t drink. Then he started acting a little agitated and it made me nervous, so I was about to leave, and when I put my coat on, he begged me not to go.”

Jacob sat on the edge of the couch as he listened intently. Anna used Kleenex to wipe her eyes and nose occasionally as she went on. “I stayed and he put the Dave Chappelle DVD on. I was on the floor, chilling, and he was on the bed. Everything was all good, but after a couple episodes he just lost his mind and started trying to pull me up onto the bed. Then I tried to get up and leave and he wouldn’t let me.” Seconds later, she started crying again. Jacob was horrified and his mind was racing, but he tried to think rationally. He couldn’t believe that Dean had been so foolish. He was thinking that he was going to drive out to the campus and break the young man’s neck. Not only had he violated Anna, which Jacob found inexcusable, but he had jeopardized everything that Jacob had worked to build. He had blown a simple opportunity to rid Jacob of a problem.

Now it was full-scale damage control.

“Okay, listen. What do you want to do?” Jacob tried to sound calming.

She shrugged her shoulders.

“I got to tell you, Anna, I have no idea what to do either. Do you want to go to the police?” Jacob thought of Dean and what he would say once the authorities came to pick him up. He knew right then that he would deny all involvement except getting Anna to give Dean a ride home. Jacob’s record in the county had been impeccable up to this point. How could he have known that Dean would be a rapist? His intentions were only to distract Anna’s attention from him. He hadn’t asked for a crime to be committed against the young woman.

“No, I don’t want to go to the police. I can’t do that. Do you realize that I would be the talk of the school? No way,” she said as she sniffed and wiped. “I’ll be okay. I just don’t know if I can face him again. I’ll drop out first.”

If it meant that she would get over this situation, she wouldn’t have to. “Don’t worry about that. You’ll never see him again. He’s finished at Johnson.”

She looked at Jacob with admiration. “Thank you for being here for me. I didn’t know anywhere else to go.”

“It’s okay. But how did you know where I lived?”

“Stephanie Drexall’s aunt used to live three doors down from you. She said she spent the night over one time and she saw you out front washing your car. She used to have a really big crush on you. It was all she talked about. She used to say that she was going to show up at your door one day in nothing but a trench coat and
some lingerie.” Anna laughed, which was a good sign she’d be okay. Jacob laughed, too, at the thought of two-hundred-and-sixty-pound Stephanie in a trench and lace at his door.

“So listen. Is there someone you want to speak to? What about your mom?”

“Oh, hellll no. She’ll wanna call the police and have him prosecuted. Knowing her, she’ll try to sue the county, the school, and probably even you.”

The last remark shook Jacob. “Me?”

“Ya know, for having me give Dean a ride home.”

Her statement chilled him and for a moment he feared that she might be playing the angles.

“Listen, Mr. Marsh, I can’t go home. I’m not ready to face my mother. Is there any way that I can stay here tonight? I will stay out of your way. I’m still really shook up and I don’t know what I’ll slip up and say if I go around any of my phony friends.”

“I’m sorry, but that would be totally inappropriate.”

“But having me drive him home for you wasn’t?”

M
y car was on the top level of the lot. I saw Erin when she pulled up at Dave & Buster’s. I hit my high beams to signal her and she pulled up right next to me. “What’s good, homey?” she said with a smile.

“You, Ma,” I said, smiling back at her.

“So you ready to do this? I don’t want to hear any crying when I win.” Erin had challenged me to a game of pool, so we agreed to meet where we could shoot some pool and have dinner. Dave & Buster’s was in neighboring Montgomery County, and although it wasn’t a real creep spot, it wasn’t a hot spot anymore either. She had picked it, so I was guessing that she felt at ease.

We walked in and she took my hand. She seemed to be really into me, and oddly I was okay with it. In all honesty, she wasn’t the first parent of one of my students whom I had slept with. She was, however, the first one that I’d enjoyed spending so much time with. Erin was a really jazzy dresser. She always looked nice, never cheap.
Tonight she had on a snug-fitting black sweater that stopped right at the top of her Arden B jeans.

I checked out her stride as she moved at a brisk pace toward the door. It was cold outside, but her walk was warming me up. As we hit the door I looked over my shoulder, saw no one running after us, and I breathed easy, feeling that the coast was clear.

We had eaten dinner twice together at my spot. One night carryout from Outback and the next time she’d cooked for me, which I really appreciated. This was the first time that we’d ventured out. As we shot pool I was beginning to wonder if she no longer cared if she got caught. That was always a dangerous point in a relationship for me. It meant the woman was toying with the idea of taking me from joyfriend to boyfriend status.

“Eight ball, side pocket,” she said calmly before sinking the shot. “Okay, Diego, I thought you said you could play. What is that now—four games to one?”

“One last game. Then we can go back to my spot and you can collect your winnings.”

“Oh yeah, I didn’t know we were betting.”

“Yeah, an orgasm for every game you win,” I said, holding my stick like a cane.

“I’m up three on you already. That’s a pretty tall order. You sure you can pay up?” She was smiling as I began racking up the balls.

“I got this,” I shot back, and lifted the rack. “You just be sure that you can handle it.”

As we played I watched her as she leaned over the table making shots. Every time she prepared to shoot, I would stick my tongue out and say, “You want the leeeeezard, leeeezard, leeeezard,” as I imitated a Hispanic person.

She kept laughing and missed shots that she had been making earlier. I already owed her four orgasms, so it was critical that I win at least one more game. When we got down to nothing but the eight ball, she prepared to shoot and I walked up behind her and pressed my crotch to her ass. “I’ll hit it right here on this table.”

“Yeah, right,” she said as she pulled the stick back to shoot.

“Okay, I got my dick out.”

She turned and smiled. “Liar.” She shot and made the shot, but she forgot to call her pocket, giving me the game.

“So that’s four to two,” I said confidently. “I don’t think that will be a problem.”

She placed the stick on the wall and walked over to me and reached her arms out. We embraced and I took in the smell of her perfume. Sweet-smelling perfume on a woman can be intoxicating; smelling it on a woman you strongly desire can be truly hypnotic. I closed my eyes and kissed her on the neck. I couldn’t wait to get her back to my place.

On the ride home I sped around the Beltway and she was on my tail. It was ten already and she would have to get in around 1
A.M.
to keep the peace. We reached my condo and hurried out of the cold. Once we got in, I threw a log on the fireplace and grabbed a bottle of wine and turned off the lights.

We talked for a quick minute about her job and how hard she was working. Then she asked, “Diego, what’s going on here? I mean with us.”

I wasn’t sure but I answered, “I think it’s just two people really enjoying one another’s company and friendship.”

“That’s all? Just friendship…and sex.” I was silent for a moment. “Because, Diego, I can’t lie. It’s becoming more for me than
that. I’m starting to think about you all the time. It’s real for me like that. I don’t just give my body away to anyone.”

“I feel you.”

“I hope so.”

“But what’s up with you and Kenard?”

She huffed and said, “I don’t know. To be honest I don’t think he cares what I do. He doesn’t really show any interest in Dante other than when he does something wrong. But I don’t want to talk about him. I just want to ask you something that has been on my mind ever since the first time we made love.”

Made love?
I thought to myself. “Go ahead.” I braced myself, thinking that she was going to ask about a future between us. If she did I was wondering what I would come right out and say. I really wasn’t interested in a future with anyone at that point. I still had so much to accomplish on my own.

“What I want to know is this.” She paused and looked into my eyes. I saw an innocence in her eyes and a searching that let me know I would have to be careful with my words. Then she asked, “Diego, have you done this before?”

Unsure of what she was talking about, I asked, “Done what?”

“Been with one of you students’ moms. I just need to know if this is just something that you would do all the time…or if…” She paused again. “Or if it means something to you, too.”

I looked her in the face and smiled. “Girl, you got to know this is special to me. I think of you all the time. Even if I had been with someone in a similar situation, it still wouldn’t take away from this, ya know?”

“But that doesn’t answer my question.”

I thought before answering. “Well, the answer is no, I haven’t.” I lied to her.

As a matter of fact, I lied horribly. In my five years in the classroom, I’d been with somewhere close to fifteen parents. Not all of them were parents of my students. Occasionally I would meet a mom picking up a kid from kindergarten or catch a parent of an older kid leaving the office. It was always the same. I’d see them and know I had to move quickly. Sometimes it was nothing more than planting a seed to let them know I was interested. Nine times out of ten, they responded by flirting back. The school year that’d just passed had been a banner year. I’d managed to seduce, or perhaps be seduced by, all four of the mothers I’d put on my “She Can Get It” list. I had more success in the classroom than most brothers had in a nightclub.

“You sure?” she asked.

“I’m sure.” I nodded. “Hand me your glass.”

While I poured she got really comfortable, taking off her jeans and boots. Next her sweater came carefully over her head. “I’ll be right back,” I said, and dipped into my bedroom. I had decided to take the advice of my barber and try something new. He had urged me to try popping a Viagra just to see the effect that it would have on me. I definitely had no problem getting an erection. Actually, I had a problem with getting too many of them and keeping them in my pants. But Dee had told me that I would become a legend in the mind of the women I bedded under the influence of the blue diamond.

He told me that I would fuck the donkey shit out of a chick and my dick would never go down. I’d laughed at him, told him he was
sick and needed Jesus. Then I took three of the pills off of him and gave him twenty bucks. “Don’t take a whole one or your shit will be hard till the next afternoon,” he’d promised. It was pure ego, but I fed into it anyway.

I had already chopped the pill in half and run into the bathroom to get some water to wash it down. I walked back into the living room with nothing but my underwear on. “That’s what I’m talking about,” Erin said with a smile.

I hit the remote to the stereo and my old-school slow-jam mix came on. Jodeci’s “Freek ’n You” came on. “You like that?” I asked when I saw her head swaying to the beat.

“Yeah, that was my jam back in high school.” She stood up and started snaking and grinding to the beat, looking extremely sexy as she moved. She had on a pair of gold lace tangas and a matching bra. Her stomach was cut up like she did crunches all day and night. She had her navel pierced and I was mesmerized by the diamond she had in it.

She kept dancing and pointing at me as I was sitting on the couch. I looked down at my underwear; I hadn’t even realized how hard my dick had gotten. Watching her, I wondered why she and Dante’s father hadn’t worked out; she didn’t seem like the type of girl a man would let get away. Now she was slipping through Kenard’s fingers as well. She was in front of me, putting on a show, while he sat at home doing who knew what. My mind was becoming filled with thoughts of what I was going to do with her in the moments to come when she moved closer and leaned in to kiss me.

I could taste her lipstick as it melded with my lips. Her tongue brushed gently across my mouth as I parted my lips. Then she pulled back and continued to dance. This time she turned her ass to
me and began to whip it back and forth. She was only a couple of feet in front of me, so I reached out for her and pulled her down onto me. She was now sitting on my lap just like a stripper preparing for a lap dance.

“Whoa,” she said, feeling my erection poking her between her cheeks. “Did I do that?” she said seductively.

“Maybe,” I said as I reached around and pulled her face to mine until I was kissing her hungrily. She moaned and purred as I moved from her lips to her neck. My hands found her breasts and instantly pulled her bra down, exposing her nipples to my touch.

“Oh, Diego, that feels so good. I like that,” she moaned as she began to involuntarily grind against my crotch. With that, I ran my right hand down her stomach and into her panties. I felt the heat and the wetness as soon as my fingers parted her lips. “Shiiiiiiit,” she said.

With the skill of a concert pianist I played her clit. One finger massaging it solo at first and then pinching it gently between two while the third rubbed it. I gave her pussy all manner of massages until she was pouring all over my fingers. Floetry’s “Say Yes” was now playing softly in the background and the flame was flickering to the same rhythm I fingered her to. Suddenly she took a deep breath and her chest heaved. Immediately I felt her hands dig into my thighs and I knew that she was on her way to orgasm number one. I increased my pace and pulled on her nipples. “Ahhh, ahhhh, ooohhh, baby yeeeesssssss.” She cried and whimpered for thirty seconds nonstop until she was finished.

She got up and took to her knees in front of me. She yanked my underwear down to my ankles and I stepped out of them. Then she slid out of her underwear and unclasped her bra and dropped it to
the floor beside her. She stared up into my eyes as she gripped my manhood with her right hand. Her mouth was warm as she took the tip into her mouth, and when she ran her tongue across it she gave me a wicked smile followed by an “mmmmmm.”

For five minutes she kissed and licked it expertly. My head was leaning back and I felt my mind drifting. My thoughts took me to erotic heights; I even visualized women who had sucked me before her. None had ever looked better doing it than Erin. As the sensations begin to rise in intensity I reached for her head and placed my hand on the back of it.

My thoughts were all over the place.
Look at you. If your man could see you now, would he call you a slut? Would he be hurt or would he have expected this from you all along? How did you learn to suck a dick like this and how many have you sucked? You could never be my woman, begging for the next man’s cum in your mouth and coming home to me.

I felt an orgasm coming as my thoughts raced all over the place. “Suck it, girl. Here it comes, don’t stop.” I had never cum in her mouth, but I was about to. She tried to pull away, but I grabbed her hair and held her in place as I shot into her mouth. “Yeaaaahhhhh,” I said as I emptied the last drop.

When she was free she pulled back, panting as if I had choked her. She jumped up and moved to the bathroom to spit it out. Her not swallowing was very unattractive, but at least she’d tried.

I met her coming out of the bathroom and she looked down to see that my dick was still rock hard. I led her into the bedroom and she climbed onto the mattress at my direction. I went to my closet and grabbed a bag and walked back to her. Without warning, I
grabbed her by her ankles and spread her legs. I swooped in and my mouth landed on her center. “Ohmigawd,” she yelled out as my tongue sliced through her.

I began eating her out as if I was trying to send her out of this world. I French-kissed her vagina while my fingers palmed her ass. She didn’t feel my sliding her to the edge of the bed and she didn’t know what I’d reached down and grabbed until I pushed five inches of the vibrator inside of her.

“What the…” She tried to lift up to see what I’d done. With my free hand I pushed her chest back into the bed, and as the vibrator began to whiz at full speed she began to thrash her head back and forth. My lips were on her clit and I was fucking her with the toy simultaneously. “Eeeeeeee, uhhh, uhhhh, ohmigawd, nnnnnnooooo,” she screamed out at the top of her lungs. She tried to regain control of herself for the next minute until she gave in to the sensations. Just then I felt her kicking her legs and she yelled out, “Dieeeeegoooooo, I’m…’bout…to…cuuuuummmm.”

More than three
hours later, at 2:15
A.M.
, we were going at it once again. We had gone a hard two rounds earlier and dozed off only to wake up each time and start all over again. This time I was standing behind her, ramming into her like a madman. Her hair was completely sweated out, so it didn’t even matter that I was using it like the reins of a horse to pull her back onto me.

Once again we could hear her phone ringing in the background but ignored it. Her man, Kenard, had blown her cell phone up all night while I’d been busy blowing her back completely out. “No
more,” she panted out. “I want you to hurry up and cum, pleeeeaaasssse,” Erin pleaded. Her vagina was beginning to get dry from all the fucking that we’d done.