Rayqelle's Revenge ---Book 1--- Special Holiday Edition (Ratchet) (5 page)

The four of us made our way out of the club and to the parking lot; we were still laughing, dancing and havin’ a great time. It was clear to all of us what was about to go down. I got in the car with Shela and Iesha; Chance followed us in his car. Iesha was in no condition to drive, so I took the wheel. Shela and Iesha sat in the back. I watched them from the rear view mirror as Iesha reached over and pulled Shela’s dress down exposing her firm 36D tits. She moaned as Iesha began to suck her stiff nipples. Iesha moved her hand down between Shela’s legs and I almost hit the car that was stopped at the light in front of us. My clit started to swell as I sat at a stop sign with my fingers in my panties, watchin’ these two bitches wild out in the back seat. Chance rode behind us unaware of the freaky scene that was taking place just ahead of him. Impatiently he beeped the horn!

The sound of the passing traffic quickly snapped me back to focus. I stepped on the gas but I could barely keep my eyes on the road. The show in the rear view mirror was a dangerous distraction combined with the four double shots of patron that I had earlier. Shela and Iesha went at it like animals!

We pulled in the driveway and I got out first. Next Iesha got out and came around to the driver’s side door and pushed me up against the car. We kissed as Chance walked towards us. Shela grabbed Chance and kissed him on his neck. I watched them as Iesha fingered my very wet pussy. Chance looked on from the other side of the car. Our two silhouettes tangled in the dark night. Until… the porch light came on from next door. It was nosey ass Mrs. Thomas again.

“Who’s out there? Chance? Rayqelle? Is that you out there? Who’s there?” She screamed from her window with a scratchy, sleepy tone.

“Who the fuck is that,” Iesha whispered in a startle.

“That’s just the nosy ass old lady from next door girl. Let’s get inside.”

“Everything is fine Mrs. Thomas, go back to bed;” Chance said as he and Shela followed me and Iesha into the house.

Chance stood confused, almost dazed.  “Wait! Will somebody please tell me what the hell...” as I lead him in the house.

“Where can I get changed?” Iesha asked, looking at my man like she was about to bite him.

“Rayqelle. What the…?” Chance tried to speak again.

“Baby? Please just trust me! Stay right here until I call you, and don’t move,” I said to Chance before I kissed him. I then led Iesha and Shela up stairs to the master bath; where we quickly showered and hurried into the bedroom. Chance disobediently eased his way up the stairwell.

I called to Chance, as I set the music and lit the last candle. When he got upstairs the room was a glow. I reached out for his hand and led him over to the bed where I started to undress him; caressing his body. Once the last item of clothing was removed I kissed his luscious lips. I laid him down on the bed, massaging his body with lavender oil. Lost in my touch… not even noticing that Iesha was on the love seat next to the bed eating Shela’s pussy. They moaned in lustful heat.

Chance tried to speak. Once again I pressed my fingers to his lips as he turned to me about to ask the obvious question. Tonight there was no need for conversation. This was all for Chance and his pleasure alone…

Chance remained motionless. His eyes danced between me, Shela and Iesha. The three of us stood at the foot of the bed watching him, almost stalkin’ him. Chance and Iesha locked eyes briefly as if they were the only two in the room. I leaned in closer to him, kissin’ and biting his neck softly. Iesha moved to one side of the bed and Shela to the other. Chance watched Iesha out of the corner of his eye in quiet disbelief; as all four of our shadows locked in a dance against the bedroom wall.

Chance and I kissed as Iesha’s hands explored every inch of his dark chocolate physique. She was visibly excited as Chance reached out firmly gripping her soft honey colored body. She obviously got more than she bargained for with Chance. Iesha apparently wasn’t listening when I said, “don’t let the small feet fool you!” When she pulled back the sheets all she could say was “damn!” Her eyes could have jumped out of her head.

Iesha was supposed to be the professional but Chance had taken full control. I gave Chance a look
to let him know that it was ok to lose himself. As I let go of his hand all I could think was, “Jump in and get wet. This was my gift to you.” This would be a night of passion that he would never forget. I couldn’t believe it myself. I was actually sitting back watching one of my dearest friends fuck my fiancé.

Iesha straddled Chance, sliding up and down, back and forth on him; I moved closer. It was tough but I couldn’t stop myself. It was almost as if they had a rope around my neck pulling me in. I kissed Chance deeply, while Shela took her turn and straddled his big black dick. I threw one leg across him so that I was facing Shela as she moaned loudly, “God damn. Yo’ dick is in my guts!” Chance put his hands on my thick peanut butter thighs and pulled me over his face, licking and sucking me like I was the last piece of sweet potato pie at thanksgiving.

Iesha and I kissed each other as we switched positions. I could not believe my eyes, lips or hands. Chance buried his long tongue deep inside Iesha as she sat on his face. Shela got up as I took my rightful place on top of that big ass dick. Screaming, “Whose dick is this, whose is it? Tell me!” I screamed. Iesha breathed deeply and moaned as her climax grew closer. She clinched my hand and told me she was cumming. It was as though she was asking my permission. “Go ahead girl! Let it out! Go ahead and cum!” I said. Just then Chance moved around and got behind Iesha.

“Remember that long black dick I was tellin’ you about?” I reminded her.

Chance leaned over her and squeezed her titties, sliding the head of his big dick between her thick, wet pussy lips, teasing her ever so slowly. Then like out of nowhere, he plunged his big dick inside her; like he’s probably wanted to do since the first time he laid eyes on her. There it was
… I made his fantasy come true. As he pounded her pussy from the back she started to scream, “Goddamn! I’m cummin’! Fuck me, gimme that dick! Give it to me, I’m cummin’, oh yes!”  Shela stood behind me with her hands on my waist.

Iesha’s body quaked as she laid on her stomach gasping for air. Chance moved toward me and stretched out his hands to feel for my body in the dark. By this time all but one of the candles had burned out. Chance pulled me close and kissed me. I laid down on my back as he put my legs on his shoulders and pushed his long hard dick inside me. I moaned deeply as Iesha continued to pant. She was still worn out. Chance and I made love slowly and intimately right next to Shela and Iesha as if they were a world away or not even there at all.

With morning approaching Shela and Iesha got dressed and left. I put my robe on and walked them to the door. I came back and watched Chance as he slept. That morning he woke up to find me outside on the bedroom balcony, patiently waiting for him. This time his favorite breakfast was on the warmer with fresh juice and his favorite Chinese rose petal tea, along with a single white rose.

Chance walked from the bedroom and sat on the edge of the balcony, leaning against the rail. He reached for me with one hand, and reached for the rose with other. He looked at me with a look that I had never seen, brushing the petals of the rose softly across my cheek. He then put his arms around me saying, “Last night was incredible. What made you do it?” I told him that I could see how he was attracted to Iesha from the very start, and I thought that she might make a pleasing gift. He told me that last night was absolutely incredible and he thanked me again; adding that it was the sweetest gift any woman had ever given him.

After watching Chance enjoy his breakfast I immediately got myself dressed and headed out for the gym. As I drove down the road the events from the previous night started to play slowly in my head. I could picture every scene in vivid color almost as if I was reliving it all again. The candles, the breeze through the window, and the smell of Chance’s cologne coupled with Iesha and Shela’s perfume. For a matter of moments I was there again. Last night swept me away. It was even better than I thought it would be, especially with Shela being an unexpected addition.

Not knowing exactly how much time had passed, I arrived at the gym. I can’t even recall how I got here but, there I was in the parking lot of the sports club. My cheeks were flushed, nipples hard, and panties wet as hell! As I got out of the car and made my way inside, I could still feel Chance’s touch all over me. So, before I could even begin to concentrate on my work out, I was gonna need to cool the fuck off. Quickly I rushed to the locker room and got my clothes off. Maybe the cold water would knock some sense into me.

Now after taking the coldest shower of my life, I stood in the locker room; drying off and still reminiscing about last night’s freaky interlude. It made me question everything about myself, my judgment, sexuality, and even my sanity! I just felt so relaxed and comfortable. I guess it felt as though I could let go of all my inhibitions and lose myself in the moment. Sure, I planned last night for Chance but I enjoyed it too. It was a night that I would truly never forget.

There I was, standing alone in the quiet echo of the women’s locker room drying off and feeling the pleasure of my own touch at the same time. I almost allowed my mind to bring my body back to the place that required the cold shower to begin with. A loud bang from a nearby closing locker quickly brought me back to a sober reality.

After my work out I returned home to get changed for an afternoon appointment. I hurried through the front door. Once inside I went up the stairs and quickly moved to get undressed. I couldn’t help but stop for a moment to look at what remained of the night before. Everything had been left just as it was. The room seemed quiet and undisturbed. Chance had already left for an afternoon therapy session, so I was at home all alone.

In the stillness of the room I paused, listening to the almost inaudible rotation of the ceiling fan in our bedroom. I was again transported back to the passionate calm of our intimate four-way encounter. I laid across the bed in the light of day with my eyes closed. The scent of Iesha’s perfume faintly lingered along with the strangely pleasant thought of her lips against my body. The afternoon’s sun set high in the sky. It cast a peculiar light against the same wall that had just held the shadows of four figures engaging one another in heated passion.

The light of day had an interesting way of making things clearer. When looking back, I guess the expression on Chance’s face was all I needed to see. I sat there quietly reflecting… all that mattered to me was Chance. I looked at the candles in each corner of the room, remembering how beautifully they shined against his chocolate skin last night.

CHAPTER 12

As I watched the leaves on the trees outside rustle calmly against the suns backdrop, my cell phone rang. It was Iesha and the sound of her voice quickly snapped me back into reality.

“What’s up girl? I just called to see what you were doin’ today. Congressman Franklin Jordan is havin’ a barbecue at his house in Sky Vista and I was wonderin’ if you might like to come as my guest.”

“Oh for real, how do you know him?” I asked.

“Girl I know everybody! He was the client I was meetin’ the night I ran into you and Chance at the restaurant. Anyway, he asked me to come by and he said I could bring a friend if I wanted. It’s just gonna be alotta politicians and shit. I just didn’t wanna be there by myself without anybody to talk to. He will be pretty busy hob-nobbin’ and schmoozin’ for votes and contributions. So, I thought maybe you might like to go and keep me company” Iesha said.

“Alright Iesha I’ll go but don’t be tryin’ to get me caught up in one of yo’ damn hoo-chee-ramas; havin’ that man thinkin’ I’m for sale or no shit like that. I ain’t even on it! You hear me?” I said, making sure that Iesha understood me clearly. Iesha was also known for being a master of last minute surprises.

“Girl quit trippin’. It’s just a barbecue and I would never even put you out there like that. What I do is what I do and I would never put you in the middle of it. It’s just a fundraiser for his new campaign. I just don’t wanna be there without anybody I know and who speaks my language. Look, it’ll be fun and the food is gonna be the bomb! He is havin prime rib, lobster, shrimp and chicken.” Iesha was also greedy as hell!

“Alright, alright! I did have a class to go to this afternoon but I guess I can skip it, and Chance had a therapy appointment to go to. That should keep him busy until I get back,” I said.

“Therapy? What’s wrong, he got a bad back or something? He seemed fine to me?” Iesha asked.

“No. Chance is slightly manic-depressive. He’s on medication and goes to therapy twice a week to manage it. He’s doin’ fine though,” I explained.

“Oh hell naw! You mean that nigga’s crazy?” Iesha said.

“No Iesha. He is not crazy! Fool! Maybe if yo’ crazy ass went to see somebody about yo’ issues you could learn to stay in one place and quit bouncin’ all over the country from pillar to post!” I snapped at Iesha.

“Well excuse me for bein’ concerned about yo’ funny actin’ ass! When they find you floatin’ in Lake Michigan all chopped up in little pieces don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Iesha responded.

“Look, wit’ all the foul shit you be doin’, they’ll find yo’ ass floatin’ long before they will me,” I said.

“Anyway girl. Where do you want me to meet you?” I asked Iesha.

“The address is 3514 Sky Vista Dr. Pull into the circle driveway and I’ll be inside. Just come on in. I’ll see you in about an hour” she said.

“Alright then bye.” I said slamming my cell phone shut.

About an hour later I arrived, pulling into the driveway in front of the house like she said. A valet approached. I felt just a little out of place handing him the keys to park my Toyota Camry, with all the Hummer’s, Benz’s and Jag’s parked everywhere. I walked up to the big wooden door and before I could ring the bell the maid opened the door. Iesha was standing off to the side just behind her.

“Damn girl. Finally! I thought you changed yo’ mind about comin’… Let’s go outside. I want you to meet the Congressman.” Iesha said as she ran up and grabbed me by the hand.

I followed Iesha through the wave of snobby looks and turned up noses. The house was huge and beautifully decorated. It seemed like we walked a damn country mile to get to the outside pool area where the Congressman was. This house was amazing, like something you would see in Architectural Digest or some shit.  I felt out of place, so I know Iesha’s ghetto ass must’a felt like little orphan Annie.

As we stepped out on to the terrace, the Congressman immediately spotted Iesha and motioned her over to where he stood. He was very handsome, tall, and well built. He was in in his early forties, with smooth caramel colored skin and wavy salt and pepper hair. He also had quite a reputation with the ladies; a most eligible bachelor and very, very wealthy. I thought to myself, “what the fuck is he doin’ with Iesha?” I guess he must have been slummin’.

“Hello
, my dear. Are you having a good time?” the congressman asked as he greeted Iesha with a warm kiss on the cheek.

“Yes Franklin, I’m havin’ a wonderful time. Thank you for asking. There’s someone I’d like for you to meet. This is my old college roommate Rayqelle Davis. Rayqelle is a grad student at Illinois State studying psychology,” Iesha explained to the congressman in this fake proper, wanna be  bouzhee ass tone that made me wanna throw the fuck up.

“Well, young ladies with brains and beauty seem to travel in pairs. Iesha is quite the young woman, in every sense of the word. Any friend of hers is a friend of mine. Please eat, drink, and enjoy yourselves. If you need anything just yell for me. I have to go mingle but we’ll talk some more later. Oh by the way, Iesha... Did you get settled into your room alright?” The congressman asked.

“Yes Franklin I did… Thank you again for everything. I really mean it” Iesha responded to the congressman.

“Good, I’ll see you in a bit. Rayqelle, again it has been nice meeting you and please make yourself at home,” said the congressman as he again kissed Iesha on the cheek and made his way over to a small crowd of old moneybags. They were shaking hands and faking smiles.

I turned to Iesha with a look of utter amazement and curiosity. Iesha knew exactly what my next question was.

“Did you get settled into your room? Yo’ room? You have a room here? In this mansion? What in the world did you do to that man wit’cho ghetto ass? You got his old ass sprung! What kinda’ game you runnin’? You know what, I don’t even wanna know,” I told Iesha.

“Wait a minute... Franklin is just a good friend, a very good friend. I met him last year in Miami and we have an understanding,” Iesha said.

“And what might that be?” I asked.

“Franklin wants to be near me, I understand that. So, I let him. It’s that simple, and i’m only staying here until I find a place here in Chicago,” Iesha said as she fixed her make up in a tiny compact mirror.

“It’s just that simple huh? Whatever… Girl, you are too much. How did you manage to…? Never mind. I don’t even wanna know. Just be careful. You ‘bouta have that nigga lookin for yo’ ass wit’ a flashlight in the daylight,” I said with an even more curious inflection in my voice.

Iesha smiled with her head down.

“Let’s get away from all these people. There’s a beautiful aquatic garden down this way. Come on;” Iesha said as she walked toward the water garden, taking off her sandals. We stood at an obviously awkward silence, just listening to the tiny ripples over the rocks in the falls. Sometimes silence can speak louder than a thousand screaming voices.

“Iesha, have you ever been in love? I mean, really in love; so much in love that you could see the sun rise and set in someone else’s eyes? Have you ever met a man that makes you melt every time he walks into the room? Or a man that takes a part of you with him every time he leaves? Have you ever met a man that filled your heart with more love than you could possibly imagine?”  I asked.

“Damn! Look at you gettin’ all mushy and shit.” “No Rayqelle I haven’t. But it doesn’t mean that I don’t want to. I’d give anything to have what you have with Chance. I may never know that kind of love. You landed a really great guy and I can’t say that’ll ever happen for me,” Iesha said as she watched the water flow against the rocks.

“Iesha... I think I may have landed more than just a great guy. I think I found my soul mate, and I thank God for him every day; I mean, you know all the shit I’ve been through wit’ niggas. I didn’t think it was a good man out there to be found until now. But I had to change. I had to start lookin’ at myself differently, and I also had to start seeing myself as more than just something to be bought or sold. I had to also stop looking at what I could get out of a nigga; like if he didn’t have this or that. You know me, I wasn’t fuckin’ wit him.  Look at what that got me. I ended up wit’ a nigga like Tico who flipped the script and sold me a fuckin’ fairytale that turned into a nightmare! I’m just so glad I don’t have to live like that no more..” I said to Iesha.

“Yeah... I guess you have been blessed,” Iesha said softly.

“Well… what about the Congressman? It seems like he’s crazy about you. What’s that all about?" I asked Iesha, even though I already knew what it was about. It was about money, just like it always was.

“Rayqelle I don’t know, I don’t know nothin’ anymore. Sometimes I don’t know whether I’m comin’ or goin’, leavin’ or stayin’
... I wish that I could find somebody who loves me for me, and that doesn’t want anything more than just to love me… Ya’ know... I watched the way Chance looked at you last night; the way he touched you was special. I laid there next to y’all after he finished fuckin’ me and listened with my eyes closed while he made love to you. He fucked me, but he made love to you. I would have given anything to be you at that moment. I mean, you have it all, a great career doin’ what you love to do, and a wonderful man that loves you. You’ve got it all and I have nothing... I don’t know, maybe I’m gettin’ really sick of sellin’ my soul and my pussy to the one with the biggest bank roll…” Iesha wept.