Schooled (22 page)

“We can take it slow,” he argued, still trying to approach me.

Walking out of his reach, I said, “I need you to agree to these terms, a purely sexual relationship, no other expectations.” I sounded like such a whore, like the roles were reversed. I couldn’t jump into a relationship with him; my disillusionment papers hadn’t even been drafted. This was the only way it would work, could work.

Chuckling, he said, “You want me to agree to make love…”

Cutting him off, I said, “Sex, only sex.”

“You want me to agree to have sex with you, no strings attached, whenever we both want it?” Laughing he said, “Did I just win the lottery? Yes, I accept your proposal, gladly accept your proposal.”

“I mean it Briggs, none of this ‘take me out’ stuff, worrying about other guys, bullshit,” I clarified. “I’m not looking for anything, with anyone—just hot crazy sex with the hottest, sexiest black man I’ve ever seen.” I started walking toward him, stopping just out of his reach.

“I got it, I got it,” he whined. “Now, can I please take that ridiculous thing off you and make my teenage fantasy come true?” He begged.

Holding on to the zipper and slowly, teasingly, unzipping it slightly, I said, “You mean, this costume? You wanna unzip it?” He took a step closer, breathing harder.

“Garrity, you have no idea what you do to me,” he said. “There isn’t a woman out there I’ve ever wanted more than you.”

“Oooh, Garrity, I like that. Now get over here and show me how much you want me,” I challenged.

He was on me in seconds, his hands were all over me, his mouth on mine. I gasped, relishing his taste, his exploration of my body. Taking a step back, his eyes devoured my body, preying on every inch of the costume that he dreamed of removing. Anticipating what was coming, my insides twitched, my stomach fluttered. I had the starring role in many of his fantasies, his dirty, forbidden fantasies. That made me hot, incredibly wet. Finally, he reached up, took hold of the top of the zipper, looked into my eyes, and then back to the top of the zipper. He licked his lips and slowly began unzipping the costume; he groaned as each inch of my body came more into his view. He worked the zipper down slowly, enjoying the view, the reality of his fantasy coming true. Finally, he knelt on the floor, taking the zipper all the way down to my ankle.

I started to slip the pajamas off my shoulders, when he said, “Leave it,” he caressed my leg, running his hands back up my body. “I’d like you to keep it for a while, please.”

Breathing hard, I said, “I like your restraint, but let’s not hold out too long this time.” I leaned over and whispered in his ear, sticking my tongue in his ear, sucking his earlobe into my mouth. I wanted him; this whole fantasy fulfillment was turning me on just as much as it was for him. I lifted my foot, and placed it between his legs, massaging his hard penis with the arch of my foot. He growled, grabbing my foot and pulling me down to him. I sat astride his lap, my breasts exposed and rubbing his chest.

He cupped both of my breasts in his hands and massaged them, pressing them together, and strumming my rock hard nipples with his thumbs. I rubbed myself eagerly on his straining penis. This was not the time for prolonged foreplay. He took a nipple into his mouth, nibbling it softly. I moaned, desire flooding through me.

Reaching his hand into the bottoms of the costume, he touched the center of my desire. Slipping one finger into me, he said, “You’re so wet; that’s so hot.” I rocked against his fingers; his touch sent currents of pleasure through my entire body. His knuckle pressed against my clit, applying pressure, he began stroking it, quickly and expertly. I gasped, rocking hard against his hand. I wanted release; I wanted it right then. He slipped his pinkie inside of me, gently tickling the edges of the opening, while his knuckle continued to manipulate my clit. Completely aroused and out of control with passion, I grabbed my breasts, tugging on my own nipples. The look of desire on his face sent me over the edge. I came violently, my body spasming; my vagina grinding against his hand.

He moved quickly, switching our positions with him on top. He lifted my foot and removed only one leg of the costume, leaving the rest in place. He pulled off his shirt; I cooed with approval, licking my lips with hunger. He slipped his running shorts down, and quickly slipped a condom over his raging penis. He crawled slowly up my body; his tongue traveling up the exposed flesh.

Darting his tongue out, mine met his, sucking them both into my mouth. His body pressed down on mine, my nipples tingled at the sensation of his hard pecs. He lifted my bare leg and held it up to his mouth, licking my leg from my knee to the ankle, then placed it over his shoulder. I whimpered, ready for what was to come.

Briggs rested his penis at the brink of my opening; Briggs slowly penetrated me, entering slightly until I was able to take every inch of him in. He paused, allowing me to adjust to the strain, stretching me, filling me. Slowly, he began to move; I mirrored his movements, rotating my hips with each thrust of his pelvis. He was so hard, so big; my body molded to his, joining us. We rocked together; he grabbed my leg and nibbled on my calve, sucking the flesh into his mouth. He drove deeper into me, thrusting into me. I wrapped my other leg around him, pushing him in further.

“Yes Briggs, harder,” I panted into his neck. “Feels so good, yeah, like that,” I begged, encouraging him to go faster. We were so in sync; our bodies worked as one. Briggs leaned his head down and flicked his tongue against my nipple, pulling it into his mouth. I gasped again. He rocked harder; I cried for more.

“God Janelle, fuck,” he moaned in to my ear. I felt his body jerk, his legs tense as he came explosively. Still pinning me beneath him, he licked my leg and rubbed my foot, while coming down from his climax. Catching his breath, he leaned down and kissed my nose, which did not seem like a “sex only” gesture at all. Too cute, too intimate for “no strings attached,” I thought.

Wriggling beneath him and pushing him upward, I struggled to get him off. “So, I’ve got a plan,” I said, trying to sit up.

Understanding my goal, he kneeled back, and pulled me to sitting position. Standing, I told him that I’d be right back. Before, I could walk out of the room, he grabbed the costume, pulling it entirely off of my body. “Can I keep this?” he asked. I snatched it from him and threw it across the room.

“No, you can’t keep it. Mr. Sentimental.” I scolded him. “This is purely sexual, remember?” I asked as I ran back to the bathroom. When I returned, I threw a blanket over me and smiled when I saw Briggs. He looked at home slouching on the couch, watching TV. Then I realized the problem; he looked too at home.

“So what’s your plan?” he asked as I sat down next to him, throwing a blanket over both of our nearly naked bodies. He pulled me closer, wrapping his arm around me.

Removing his arm from around me, I said, “I think you do need some sort of test, a test of what you’ve learned and what you can do.” His eyes widened, flashing with desire. I punched him lightly, “Calm down, let me finish,” I said. I needed to know that he wasn’t hung up on me, that he wasn’t developing feelings for me, because that was just not in the grand scheme of things.

“Alright, I’m all ears. Shoot,” he said, waiting patiently for my new proposal. I didn’t want to offend him or hurt him any more than I already had. But, I needed to make sure that this was “just sex” for him too. We both had to be in the same place, the same emotional state.

After explaining my entire plan and reasoning he said, “You want me to fuck your best friend?” I nodded, apprehensively, waiting for his response. “No, that’s just messed up.” He responded.

“Listen, I could say that you could just go mess around with some stranger, but how would I know if you actually did it?” I questioned. “If you screw Char, both of you will tell me about it. Plus, I’m sure she’d give me all the details, the pros and cons.” It seemed like a perfect plan to me.

I continued, hoping that I wasn’t losing him. “So, we’d know if you actually learned anything these last few weeks. It’s win-win for everyone.” He was staring at me with questioning eyes. “Char’s hot. You’re hot. And I’d know that we’re not getting too far into things here. Everyone wins.”

“Are you gonna be there? Watching, like a threesome?” he asked, hopefully.

“God no! Gross,” I exclaimed. “She’s my best friend; I don’t wanna see that. I’ll be here, waiting to hear all about it, I guess.”

I hadn’t thought about what I’d be doing, or where I’d be doing it when I devised the plan. I just couldn’t have any more repeats of the jealous, hurt disaster that occurred out on my front lawn today. I wasn’t in this to hurt anyone, break anyone’s heart. I knew firsthand all too well how badly it hurt being rejected and broken. I was not about to do that to Briggs. The heart was not getting involved in this summer fun.

After some deliberation, Briggs agreed. Then, I called Char to ask if she’d be willing to do me a huge, really huge favor. I went into the bedroom, while Briggs watched
Sportscenter
to explain the plan and the reasoning behind the plan. Laughing, she said the plan was a way better favor than watering my plants when I went out of town. I knew she’d have no problem agreeing to sleep with Briggs for the greater good. Anything for mankind. She could do “no strings attached” with her hands tied behind her back.

Briggs and I fell asleep out on the couch together. We watched a replay of the interview ESPN aired on his story, the struggles and the successes. Lying together, cuddled under the blanket, we fell asleep. I awoke the next morning, disappointed in myself for allowing him to spend the night again. The more time he and I spent together, the more we’d become attached to the other. Watching him sleep, I decided that I’d make him leave next time; this snuggling business was for couples. We weren’t a couple, would never be a couple.

I was about to wake Briggs, when there was a knock at the front door, I yelled, “Just a second,” from the living room and ran back to get my robe, waking Briggs in the process. I threw on my robe, hoping that it was Char and not Jasper and Jocelyn. My brother and sister were already getting a little suspicious of the time Briggs spent at the pool house. They weren’t dumb; they could figure it out. I just didn’t want to explain it all.

Coming out of the bedroom, I heard Briggs talking to someone. Praying that it was Char, I tied my robe tightly around my waist and walked into the living room, stopping dead in my tracks. Both heads turned; two sets of eyes looked back at me with hurt and anger.

“You’ve got company, MISS GARRITY,” Briggs stated curtly, walking over to grab his pants and shirt from the crumpled mess on the floor. For the first time, I hated how he looked in those boxer briefs, so perfect, finely sculpted. Any onlooker would know that his body was just too impossible for any woman, especially me, to resist. Walking past me, Briggs said, “I’ll be gone in a minute, don’t let me interrupt.” Abruptly, he closed the bathroom door. I jumped.

“Hey Leo,” I wanted to crawl in a hole, “What’s up?” What’s up? Really? I am turning into that 14-year-old girl.

“Nah, nothing,” Leo stammered, not making eye contact with me. “Listen, I should go, sorry to, uh, bother…” His voice trailed off as he scanned the room, nervously; his eyes stopped and widened. I followed his stare, seeing the baby costume lying mockingly on the floor. Damn baby costume! I needed to burn it for sure. “Yeah, I’m just gonna go---”

Cutting him off, I said, “No wait, Leo stop!” He was always walking away. “What…what do ya need?”

Sighing, he said, “I just thought if you weren’t doing anything, that we might, I don’t know, take your nieces up to the zoo. No big deal; it was stupid.” He dropped his head, refusing to look at me. “It’s probably for the best. I should get some work done out back and maybe stop by the golf tournament.” Leo had the day off. For the second day in a row, he could be at his work golf outing, and he was with me, wanting to take my nieces to the zoo. Hello Janelle?

“Leo, oh wow, that is so--” Briggs cut me off, walking back into the room, wrapping an arm around my waist. My eyes widened. Then I squinted in a glare at him; I knew what he was doing.

“Hey babe, I’ll see ya later,” he said before kissing me roughly on the mouth, with Leo standing there staring in disbelief. I didn’t kiss him back; just stood there awkwardly and limply. “See ya Leo,” he said smugly as he walked out the door, leaving us alone in my living room.

Leo didn’t say anything. He turned and walked out the door and down the path to the shed. I slumped down on the loveseat trying to figure out what had just happened and how I could possibly have let it happen. The look of hurt on Leo’s face was gut-wrenching. And Briggs, the nerve of him! He could be so arrogant and bombastic, which unfortunately was part of his charm. I decided that later, when Leo calmed down, I ‘d go out and explain it all to him.

I felt like a caged lion sitting inside, spying on Leo working in the yard. I just didn’t want him to leave without hearing an explanation first. I spent the afternoon going from room to room, peaking out the window, checking to make sure he hadn’t left yet or wasn’t about to leave. I even made a pitcher of sweet tea, filled two glasses with ice, and poured the tea over the ice. I squeezed in some lemon and stirred the contents. Sweet tea seemed like a good peace offering. I still didn’t know what I felt so guilty for; I didn’t lead him on, didn’t take advantage of him, didn’t do anything. But still, I felt terribly.

Finally, when I saw him walking to the shed with his equipment, I grabbed the glasses of tea and met him out on the path. “Hey Leo, I made some sweet tea,” I said, handing him the glass.

Skeptically, he looked at me, taking the glass, “Thanks Miss Garrity,” he said. Back to Miss Garrity? I couldn’t keep any of this straight anymore. I didn’t who the Hell I was. Miss Garrity? Mrs. Flowers? Janelle? Whore Extraordinaire!

Leo downed the iced tea in two large gulps, and handed me the empty glass. “It was good, thanks,” he said as he brushed past me, entering the shed.