Mistress (7 page)

Thomas took a bite of his dripping broccoli and cheese potato. “How does your prime rib taste?”

“Very tender,” I replied, thinking,
My vagina walls are just as tender.

I wanted this boy so bad. For the past six months, we’d been making out, but it wasn’t enough. To be honest, our petting left me with an aching pain in between my legs. I needed Dr. Thomas’s medicine to cure me.

“You look beautiful in your gown. I would have told you at your house, but I was too petrified your dad would chop me up.” He laughed and rubbed the back of his head.

I loved the fact Thomas had a sense of humor. There’d been so many nights that we simply just talked about any and everything.

“Don’t worry, your eyes said it all, baby.” I caressed his hand. “Both of our mothers love to film and take pictures. I was beginning to feel as though I was at a photo shoot.”

“You’re right about that one.”

“Do you want dessert? I want to order a piece of Hershey’s chocolate cake.”

“Looks and sounds good to me.” He eyed the waiter bringing the same piece of cake to the table in front of us. “I almost forgot to tell you with all of the excitement of tonight.”

I wiped my mouth with a napkin. “Tell me what?”

“Well, you know I’ve been applying to schools, with my first picks being UVA, UCLA, and Morehouse College.”

“Did you hear something back? Did they call you or write a letter?”

“Please, slow down, Gibbs. I’m getting to it. I didn’t hear anything from Morehouse yet, but I got into UVA and UCLA.”

“That’s wonderful.” I got up from my seat to give him a hug.

“I’m not finished. UVA gave me a twenty-five-thousand-dollar scholarship, but UCLA gave me a full ride.”

“Come here.” I pulled him close so he could get his prized kiss.

“You’ve never kissed me that way before,” Thomas said, catching a breath.

I grinned. “I’m so proud of you.”

“I’ll tell you good news more often.”

I looked down at the prom tickets on the table as we finished the last piece of the slice of cake. Well, I finished the last piece of cake. Thomas insisted that I take it. He passed the test of not being selfish.

Neither one of us really wanted to go, but at thirty-five dollars a ticket, we needed to show our presence. Maria had the same thing on her mind, just a different hotel.

On the way over to the Clarion Ballroom, we didn’t say too much. I wanted to work off the food I just ate on the dance floor.

As we entered the ballroom, we were bombarded with handshakes and hugs from the faculty staff, parents, and students. Everyone was so excited to be the graduating class of 1992. I was ecstatic as well, but at the same time, my heart was filled with sorrow. All of my friends planned on going their separate ways.

Maria and I planned on attending Hampton University, while Charlotte was heading off to Spelman College. Finally, I decided to be a pre-med student. I was praying that my major wouldn’t make me a pre-
crazy
student.

Willing to do my fair share of working at any one of Pop’s restaurants, I asked Ma and Pop for an apartment, and they said they would consider it.

I spotted Charlotte and Maria waiting to take pictures. Ma would’ve killed me if I didn’t get a formal picture. I was going to strike a pose one last time for her.

“I’ll be right back while you wait in line. The boys are calling me,” Thomas explained, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

Fortunately, Maria and Charlotte let me cut the line and wait with them. I looked into my compact mirror. “How was dinner?”

“Dinner was tasty. I couldn’t get enough of the baked chicken, but the wait was forty-five minutes, even with reservations.” Charlotte patted her stomach.

“Where did you go?” she asked.

“Alexander’s on the Bay.”

“How about you, Ms. Maria?”

“Girl, Peter and I went to Captain George’s by Laskin Road and pigged out. I wanted to walk down on the beach, but I didn’t want to ruin my dress. I was trying hard to hold my stomach in. We got our money’s worth of crab legs. Do I smell like seafood? I sprayed Jovan White Musk on me in the car.”

“That’s exactly what I smell, with a hint of fish.” Charlotte took a sniff and giggled.

“I ordered prime rib.” I giggled back and placed a Starlight Mint in my mouth.

“My mother loves a slab of prime rib. She helped me get ready for tonight and paid for my dress. I’m so proud of her, because she has been going to her AA meetings.”

“That’s wonderful,” Charlotte and I said in chorus, and we took turns giving Maria a hug.

Thomas found his way back to me just in time to smile for the camera. We all shook it on the dance floor a couple of times. Before I knew it, the time had come to crown the king and queen. I was pretty sure Thomas would be king, but queen was a little tough to decipher. There was Megan Sears, a devout cheerleader and one of the most popular girls in school, Yolanda Norris, voted best personality for our class, and little ol’ me, voted most likely to score high on the SAT. By the way, I did score way up there.

Principal Stout stepped on the stage carrying the inevitable envelope. “The prom king and queen of Kempsville High School of the class of 1992 is Thomas Cannon and Alexis Gibbs,” he said.

I was astonished, my mouth wide open.

“C’mon, baby,” Thomas said, literally dragging me. Usually, in Kempsville history, a jock and a cheerleader were always chosen. This year, the voting poll felt differently.

“Congratulations. You know Charlotte and I voted for you.” Maria gave me a hug as I walked by.

When we finally got on stage, Ms. Riker, the school nurse, placed a crown on my head and gave me a bouquet of pink and red roses.

“Speech, speech, speech, speech,” the crowd chanted.

“Thank you for crowning my lady and I prom king and queen for the class of 1992. Look at her, isn’t she lovely?” Thomas pointed to me.

He was doing excellent, working his way into my panties tonight.

“This has been the greatest four years of my life, like stepping stones to adulthood. I hope to have another great four years at UCLA.” Thomas gave me the mic.

“As we graduate in less than two weeks, reach for the stars and never forget where you came from,” I said.

The faculty and the students clapped as we walked off stage.

“I had a good time tonight. You should have seen the expression on your face when they announced your name.” Thomas laughed, turning left at the light.

“I had no clue I even had the slightest chance of winning.”

“Hmm, well, I have an idea. When we get to the hotel, let’s take a bath together. I worked up a sweat from your father threatening to slice me in tiny pieces, and grinding with you on the dance floor.”

“I’ll go run the water,” I said, locking the door to the room.

“Make it hot.”

I slipped out of my dress. “I don’t need water to get you hot.”

“Ahh. My body is rejuvenated from you rubbing me down in the water,” Thomas said as we fell on the king-size bed.

“I’m glad you liked it.”

“Now, it’s time for me to please you.” He untied my bathrobe, revealing my erect breasts.

Thomas gently held my face in his hands while kissing me. His penis was literally sticking out of his bathrobe.

I was nervous and trying not to show it. My vagina was drenched with wetness.

Thomas took his time to please me by slowly sucking all ten of my fingers. He took his lips and tongue to my neck, driving me wild, while squeezing my left breast.

Hungry for more, he paid a visit to my right breast and sucked on my nipple. He joined both of them together to indulge in foreplay by cupping my nipples into his mouth. Thomas sucked and sucked and nibbled them a little. The sensation of pain and pleasure had my whole back arched to the command of his tongue.

We started kissing again while he put on the Trojan.

I had a fear of becoming pregnant. I’d heard many stories of girls getting pregnant on their first sexual encounter.
No way, not me, this is it.

Thomas slid his dick into my pussy. “Ouch!”

“It’s going to hurt for a little. Relax, you’re in good hands.” He reassured me with a kiss.

I followed his instructions, but my vagina was throbbing with pain.

“Can’t you feel it?” Thomas asked, sweat on his temples. His rhythm began to get much faster and harder.

“Can you feel it? Damn, girl, your pussy is so tight. It’s just the way Musala likes it,” he said, almost breathless.

He squeezed my breasts again, all the while pounding me against the bed. “It’s coming. It’s coming. Musala is cumming for you.”

I certainly wasn’t cumming.

“Ahhhhh!” He roared fierce as a lion who’d just defeated his enemy.

Thomas rolled off of me. “Whoa. Your pussy has done something to me. I think she has tamed my dick. Could you get a coke out of the refrigerator? Plus, can you pick up that bag of Doritos Nacho off the counter?” He turned the TV on.

I looked at him. “Why don’t you tell Musala to get it for you?”

His dick wasn’t doing anything for me because he was too busy cramming it into my vagina. Thomas lasted for a mere three minutes and acted as if he sexed me for a full forty-five minutes.

I looked down on the bed sheets. Blood was everywhere. I got up, throwing my powder-blue silk robe at his face and slamming the bathroom door.
What a waste of a big dick.
I took a hot shower and wanted to forget this night ever happened.

For two hours, Thomas begged me to come out of the shower. I wouldn’t because I was so disappointed and angry.
Sex has to be more pleasurable than this.
Maybe it was me. My vagina wasn’t wet enough, or Thomas can’t put it on me. The hotel kept countless magazines in the bathroom, which I read in between Thomas’s pleas.

After I was certain he fell asleep, I called my neighbor Janet to come get me.

Fortunately, she was twenty, so it was easier to talk to her about the situation. Her words of advice: “Get rid of Thomas.” She said I had too much going for me to get bad dick. Janet was shaking her head and laughing.

I didn’t find anything funny. She even tried to hook me up with someone else, but I thanked her for the ride and declined the offer.

“Hello?” Maria answered, yawning into the phone.

“It was horrible. The sex sucked.”

“Alex, it’s six in the morning. You know Peter and I went into overcharge sex for five hours. I’m tired. This must be bad because you never call me this early in the morning. Talk to me. Calm down, first. Tell me what happened.”

“I just told you. The sex sucked. Thomas, or better known as Musala, came in three minutes. I didn’t even feel anything. No, wait a minute. All I felt was pain. Blood was everywhere afterward.”

“Back up here. Who’s Musala?”

“You know who I’m referring to.”

“No, I don’t. Who or what are you talking about?”

“Thomas’s pet name for his dick.”

“Oh, it sounds more like a name for an African warrior prince or king who rules all over the lands. So did you tell him you didn’t like it?”

“No.”

“So the whole thing was terrible. Did he do anything you liked?”

“Yes. He did play with my nipples and licked my fingers.”

“Have your toes ever been licked?”

“No. Does it feel good? You would know.” I giggled.

“Yes, it feels really good. Toes are very sensitive.”

“I’ll jot that down in my notes.”

“Why didn’t you tell him about what you didn’t like?”

“I was pissed. When I’m mad, things come out worse out of my mouth than if I’ve had time to calm down.”

“It sounds like you got a case of the first time ‘bad banger.’” Maria laughed.

“This isn’t funny.” I was ready to hang up on her.

“I’m so sorry, girl.”

“Please tell me what to do.”

“Well, first of all, the first time ever having sex isn’t the greatest. The blood is normal. It shouldn’t happen again. Don’t fret. You’ve got to try again, Alex. Do the sensible thing and go talk to him. Tell Thomas you didn’t like it.”

“What if he feels as though I’m rejecting him?”

“It’s the risk you’re going to have to take. Peter always brags about how Thomas and him are mature guys. Then there’s the other solution—Ride his ass. Get on top. It’s feels great, take it from me.”

I shook my head. “I can’t do it. I don’t have a clue about what I’m doing up there.”

“You can rent pornos or watch the sex channel. It’s how I learned.”

“I’m too ashamed to walk into a movie store and rent or buy a porno.”

“Look if it makes you feel better, we’ll go later on today. I need to freshen up on my techniques as well. First, I need to get my beauty rest. Be ready at seven, tonight,” Maria instructed and hung up the phone.

The clock read six forty-five. I was on a mission to have a better sex life. I can’t go on this way. Last night wasn’t worth it to open my legs. Well, I take that back. Thomas didn’t know how to work his tongue. I was dressed in all black with sunglasses to match. I didn’t want anyone to recognize me.

“Alex, where are you going?” Ma asked while I was coming down the stairs.

“I’m going over to Maria’s house.”

“All right. Have a good time. By the way, how was the prom? You haven’t told me a single thing about it. Tell me everything.”

“I’ll tell you when I get back.” I gave her a kiss on the cheek and headed for the door, thinking about what pieces of last night I was going to leave out or add in.

“Hey,” I said, closing the passenger door.

“You look as if you’re about to rob a bank. Black is definitely your color.” Maria giggled.

“This is embarrassing. I just want to get the goods and go.”

“Did Thomas call you?”

“Yeah, at least three times.”

“Girl, please talk to him. Do you want him thinking you’re mad?”

“No. I don’t know what to say. You and I both know he’s going to ask me about last night. I don’t want to lie to him.”

“Well, here’s your first lesson on men—Some women fake. I was in that club as well, but now I’ve been set free. Peter knows how to get my kitty purring.”

“What do you mean by
fake
?”

“Fake an orgasm. You act as if you’re enjoying the sex, but you’re not. I’m here to tell you there will be days where you just don’t feel like doing it, but you will. Why? To please your man. This is vital information I’m telling you, but it’s only for committed relationships, not casual sex buddies. Anyway, you’ll have to do things you don’t want to do. The same thing goes for the opposite sex. For example, Thomas like any other man hates to shop, but he will go to the mall with you and spend endless hours of replying to the never-ending questions, ‘Which jeans do you like?’ or ‘Do I look fat?’”

“I see what you’re saying.” I nodded.

“Good. Now let’s go get these tapes so we can start studying and mastering the art of sex.” Maria pulled out of the driveway.

At first, Maria was against my request. She finally gave in to traveling to Hampton, which was thirty minutes away, to pick up the X-rated movies.

I walked in with my head down and headed straight for the back of the store, seeing the sign that read
Adult
.

Maria kept shaking her head at me. Cringing at the thought of someone recognizing me made my head spin. Now that I look back, maybe, just maybe I was overreacting.

Maria simply picked up five different movies, and we were on our way out of the door.

“Now, was that so hard?” she asked, placing the key in the ignition of the car. I looked around.

“I guess not.”

“I’m hungry. Let’s stop by Burger King. Do you want anything?”

“No. I ate before you picked me up. I’m sure you worked up an appetite.”

“Yeah, you could say that.” Maria smirked.

We headed back to Maria’s house. Luckily, her mother was gone. I don’t think she would’ve cared if we were watching the tapes anyway. Maria started having sex at the age of fourteen and was way more experienced than I was ever going to be. I was sure she could teach me a thing or two. In fact, she always told me to have sex “only when you’re ready.”

“What did you get?” I asked, dumping all the tapes on her bedroom floor.

“Let’s see . . . I got
Caught in the Act, Part 1
and
2, Rhonda’s Rough Ride, Pam’s Paradise,
and, last but not least,
Estella’s Escapades.
These tapes are all a wide range of sex. Being from experience, at times I want a man to make love to me, you know, for him to be so sensual, delicate with my body and kiss every inch. Then, I want just to fuck him. I don’t mind quickies to tide me over until I can get the real meal. After watching these tapes, you’ll be a new and improved sex machine.” Maria gave me a high-five.

For the next five hours, we watched the videos. I have to admit, I was curious. She was right. I saw how couples made love, fuck like mad animals, and the quickie. More important, I witnessed all the different positions

Thomas and I could try out, my favorites being from the back, the side, using a chair with me on top facing him, and my butt facing him as I ride his dick.

“Thanks for going with me, today.” I let out a sigh of relief.
I can do this.

“No problem. Besides, next week is exams, and I will be needing your expertise in US government.” Maria looked out her rearview mirror.

“I’ll be glad to help. Let me know what time is good for you.”

“Bye. I’m going to Peter’s house. I’m so horny right now I could scream.”

“I’ll call you tonight.” I giggled and got out of the car, five pages of detailed notes in my hands.

Later on that night, the phone was ringing off the hook. I was grateful to have my own telephone line. Ma would’ve had a fit with someone calling her house this time of night.

“Hello?” I answered.

It was a recorded greeting. “This is a collect call from Maria from the Virginia Beach Correctional Facility. Press zero to accept this call; otherwise, press the number four to listen to more options.”

I quickly pressed the number zero.

“Maria, what’s going on?” I asked in a frantic tone. I had the cordless glued to my ear and was trying to find anything in sight to put on.

“I’ll explain later. Do me a huge favor and call this phone number for me, 440-6294. It’s the number to a local bail bondsman I know. His name is Carl Bullard. Tell him to meet me down here. If you can get out the house, you can come get me. Mom’s drunken boyfriend pressed charges on me for assault.”

“I’m on the way.”

I gently nudged Pop and told him about what was going on. He figured Maria must’ve had a good reason to put her hands on a grown man. Pop gave me five hundred dollars in cash and promised that he would take care of Ma, just in case I don’t come back before she wakes up. I didn’t want her to worry or come down to the jail station.

Carl and I got there at the same time. It turned out he was the AA sponsor for Maria’s mother. We walked in, and I sat down as he spoke with the woman behind the desk.

“How much do I owe you?” I pulled out my red leather wallet. I only had eighty dollars plus the five hundred dollars Pop gave me.

My parents and I would do anything for Maria. She’s more of a sister to me than a friend. A few years ago, when her mother was completely out of control, my parents thought about taking her in till her mother could get back on her feet.

“Consider this one on me. Do you know exactly what happened earlier tonight and got Maria here?” he asked, holding up his arms.

“No, I don’t really know everything, except for Maria’s mother’s boyfriend pressed charges on her for assault.”

“You and I both will find out soon, because Maria is going to come out in thirty minutes.”

After Maria came out her holding cell, she was brought to us at the office. This office looked old and worn-down.

A fresh coat of paint couldn’t hurt. The table in the middle of the room was standing, not on four, but three legs. Outdated magazines were scattered across the table. I could tell so many people had been in the exact seat as Mr. Bullard. I was wondering what was going on with their loved ones.

Maria had a yellow sheet of paper with her, explaining the charges and her court date. Mr. Bullard handed her a business card with the name and number of a criminal defense attorney. Plus, he had her sign a whole bunch of papers.

Finally, he offered her a ride home, but she declined because I was going to take her home or to my home, whichever she wanted to do.

“I’m glad you’re all right.” I gave her a hug.

We walked out the building heading toward my car.

“I didn’t know PJs were the new thing to wear.” Maria laughed, trying to make light of the situation. “So tell me what happened.”

“I noticed Ma’s last no-good fly was starting to come around. She’d made all this progress, and I didn’t want Earnest bringing her down. He uses alcohol to cope with his problems, and she was trying not to continue to do the same thing. I’ve been to the AA meetings. She hasn’t been the best mother, but I still give her my full support. Well, Earnest kept coming around and his dirty magic must have worked, because Mom has started drinking again. It’s only been two weeks.

“I wonder why do I even bother with her. She started staying out till two o’clock, three o’clock in the morning or not even bothering to come home at all. Earlier tonight, I came home from Peter’s house, only to find Earnest and Ma dancing in the living room to Earth, Wind and Fire’s song, “September
”
, and drinking their own individual bottle of Jack Daniel’s whiskey.

“I immediately turned the music off. ‘Get out, the party is over,’ I yelled at him”.

“You don’t pay bills in this house.”

“Neither do you.”

“If your mother wants me to go, then I will. Otherwise, you’re wasting your breath.” He took a big gulp of his bottle of whiskey, drops pouring down his mouth.

“How could my mother even like him? He’s dirty and reeks of I’ve-been-drinking-for-a-whole-week-and-haven’tbrushed-my-teeth breath. You can smell him ten feet away. The smell lingers in the air even after he’s long gone”.

“Maria, baby, turn the music back on. We were having fun.” She snickered and pulled Earnest closer to her.

“Mom, you’re drunk. I’m so disappointed in you. You take three steps forward and thirty steps back,” I spat back in disgust and rolled my eyes at her.

“Ma stopped dancing and sat down on the brown leather couch. ‘Don’t talk to your mother that way,’ Earnest slurred.

“You can leave now, fat ass. Earnest, you look nasty with that hairy stomach hanging over your pants. Get a clue. I’ve known you for five years only to witness you wearing the same shirt that is two sizes too small for you. If you don’t lose the weight, you will stay the same.”

“Turn the music back on and go about your business and leave mine alone. I don’t ever bother you.”

“You bother me every time you come over here.”

“I love your mother, and she needs me.” He ran his dirty fingers through her hair.

“At that moment, I just snapped, picking up the first thing in sight. It was an iron. As Earnest was trying to get Mom to dance again, I hit him two times over the head. It didn’t make him fall down to the living room floor.

“By this time, Mom passed out on the couch. Earnest called the cops. I hope he drops the charges, but I doubt it. During these past five years, every chance I get I belittle him. The funny thing is I’m not sorry for anything I’ve said or done to him. Now I put my hands on him, so he’s probably out to get me. My court date is April seventeenth.”

“I’ll go to court with you.” I made a left at the light on Nimmo Parkway.

“Where’s your mom at now?”

“Bawling her eyes out. She pleaded with the cops not to take me away. I don’t know who feels more sorry, her or me. Mom wanted to get me out, but I don’t want to see or talk to her right now. All my life, I’ve had to deal with a drunk as a mother. Can I stay with you for a while till I can figure things out?”