“If you say he’s cool then that’s fine. I just don’t want to end up in jail for murder if he does do anything stupid,” Kai said. I could tell by the look on his face that he was serious.
I smiled and tilted my head to the side, “You don’t have to worry, Kai. I’m a big girl and if I don’t feel safe I know how to break up with him.”
Kai just stared at me and somehow I knew he didn’t hear anything I had said. He licked his lips and whispered, “I love it when you smile at me like that.” Kai licked his lips again and took a step closer to me. My heart started beating faster and without thinking I licked my lips. Kai’s lips parted and I froze in anticipation.
The Obsession
From The House of Blerotica
Renise B.
For my aunt Lisa who pushes me to keep writing and be the best I can be.
For Michelle who is more of a best friend than I could ask for and being so much support and assistance through this process.
Introduction
I‘m just going to tell it straight up. I have an obsession with finding the perfect dick. I want it big, thick and at least eight inches. Now don’t get me wrong, a small dick isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but I love a big dick. There’s just something about the way it feels when it slides up in you for the first time. It’s like heaven on earth. The best thing about dicks is that they come in so many different shapes and sizes. They can be short or long, thick or thin, and sometimes, they even curve in a certain direction.
I believe that every woman spends her life searching for the perfect dick and if you’re lucky, you’ll find it. If not, you spend a lifetime having mediocre sex because you told yourself that the sex wasn’t that important since you love your man and you didn’t want to seem shallow for leaving him over something as little as sex. But me, I don’t plan on being that woman. I refuse to live a life of sexual misery because I thought I had a good man. No, a good man should also come equipped with a good dick. I’m looking for a man who’s got a big dick and knows what to do with it. I want a man who’ll put it on me so good, he’ll have me scratching the walls, screaming his full name, spelling it forwards and backwards. I just want to find the perfect dick.
A Brotha and His Mother
His love for her unparalleled
Far deeper than anyone can tell
Her need for him so great
Just this once he’ll break our date
Everyday she needs him more
How much of this can I endure
Over the years she’s been so sad
He says she’s lost without his dad
Years ago she lost her spouse
Now every night he spends at her house
It took you long enough to get here, Lynnae,” my best friend Asia said rolling her light brown eyes as I stepped out of my Nissan Maxima. I had just pulled up at Applebee’s where we were meeting for dinner after work. It was mid-January but almost seventy degrees. Another unusually warm day in the history of Virginia weather. It was going to be freezing by the end of the week.
“Girl, please,” I said as I followed her across the parking lot. “You know traffic in Virginia Beach is bad and why you just had to eat on Lynnhaven Parkway is beyond me. There’s a red light every ten feet.”
“Stop exaggerating. There aren’t that many red lights out here,” she laughed as she pulled open the doors.
“It might as well be,” I replied laughing with her.
When I think about it, Asia is the reason why I fell in love with dick. When we were sixteen, she introduced me to it for the first time. We were walking home from the bus stop after school and Asia was talking about a videotape that she’d found in her parent’s room the day before. I remember that much like today, it was really warm for it to be early May. We were walking extra slow so that we could enjoy the weather before having to go home and do homework.
“Girl, you have got to look at this tape. I ain’t never seen nothing like it,” she said excitedly.
“Well, what was it?” I asked looking at her like she was crazy. Asia had been talking about this tape the entire day and she still wouldn’t tell me what it was.
“I can’t describe it. You’ll have to see it for yourself,” she said smiling.
“How am I supposed to see it when you said it was hidden under your dad’s socks? I can’t go in there and get it.”
“Don’t worry girl, I got you covered.” Asia stopped walking and kneeled down on the ground. She looked around to make sure no one was looking and pulled the tape out of her book bag. I took the tape and looked at the cover. My mouth dropped open when I finally realized why Asia was so excited about watching the tape.
“Oh my god Asia, this is a porno!”
“Shhh! I know. Shut up before somebody hears you and we get in trouble.” She snatched the tape out of my hand and stuffed it back into her bag.
“I can’t believe you watched that Asia,” I whispered. “That’s so nasty.”
“It’s not nasty Lynnae, it’s mature,” she said as she zipped up her bag and started walking again. “Only really cool people are mature enough to watch them so if you don’t want to then I understand.”
“No,” I said rushing to catch up with her. “I’m mature enough to watch it. We can go to my house and watch it right now.”
Asia broke out in a huge grin and headed towards my house. I pushed back the uneasy feeling I had about it and acted like it was no big deal. When we got to my house, we rushed into the living room and I popped the tape in the VCR. We sat on the floor as close to the TV as possible. The tape started playing from the middle of the movie and I saw a black woman’s head bobbing up and down on a black man’s lap. The man’s face was all screwed up and he was moaning and telling the woman how good it was. Even though his face was twisted, it was obvious that he was good looking. After a few minutes, she stopped sucking his dick and crawled on top of the bed so that she could sit on his face.
I watched in shock with my mouth hanging open as I felt my panties getting wet for the first time. Asia was giggling. The woman was sitting on his face for a long time before she finally started yelling that she was coming. She started shaking and made a really ugly face. That part was funny so I laughed with Asia.
It was the next thing I saw really made my eyes big as saucers. The woman reached down to grab the man’s dick and I swear it was the biggest one I had ever seen in my life. The damn thing had me mesmerized. I sat there staring at it wishing I could reach through the TV and just touch it. The man bent the woman over and started ramming his dick into her from behind. Even though she was moaning and saying how good it felt, I knew with something that big being pushed up in her, it had to hurt.
“Lynnae Aisha Peterson and Asia Amanda Smith! What the hell are y’all looking at?” my mother yelled from the doorway.
We both jumped up and reached for the remote trying to turn off the television. We fought over it for a few seconds before Asia let go and turned off the TV from the button on the bottom of it.
“We wasn’t doing nothing, Mrs. Peterson,” Asia stammered.
“I’m sorry, Momma, we was just looking…”
“I don’t want to hear it,” Momma said cutting me off. “Asia, you need to go home and take that nasty mess with you. And I will be calling your mother when she gets home.”
“No, Mrs. Peterson, please don’t call my momma,” Asia protested almost in tears.
“You two know better and I will be calling her tonight. Get home now! And Lynnae carry your behind up those stairs. I don’t wanna see you again for the rest of the night. Just wait ‘til your father gets home!”
We both ended up on punishment for two months but after seeing that tape, it was worth it. After that day, I wanted to have sex so bad but I stayed a virgin until I was a freshman at Norfolk State University. Once I lost my virginity, I started my quest to find a dick that looked as good as the one in that tape. I’m twenty-four, single, and still looking.
After eating, Asia and I headed across the street to Lynnhaven Mall to see if her favorite shoe store was having a sale. I never like that mall because it was always full of teenagers trying to be grown. The little girls walked around half dressed and the boys felt them up like they really knew what they were doing. It was a shame. I’d bet if they parents saw them, they’d beat the hell outta them.
Asia was definitely on a mission because we were only there for ten minutes and she had eight boxes of shoes surrounding her. They were, of course, all stilettos designed to make her long legs look even longer. Asia and I were physically the exact opposite. Asia stood at the above average height of 5’8 and in the heels she always wore, stood at least six foot tall. Her skin color was so light that at times she was mistaken as Hispanic. And her brown, wild, spiraled hair only added to that allusion. She was just over one hundred and twenty pounds and it was sitting in all the right places. She had just enough ass and just enough breasts to please the eyes of any man she walked past. Asia’s light brown eyes and full, heart-shaped lips made her absolutely stunning.
I on the other hand stood at an average height with my usually four inch heels but 5’3 bare foot. I’m one hundred and forty-three pounds which I guess isn’t that bad since I have pretty good proportions. My breasts are a little more than a handful and my butt may not be like Beyoncé, but I have enough to look fabulous in a pair of jeans. My almond shaped eyes were such a dark brown that at times they appeared black and were framed with naturally-arched eyebrows and dimpled checks. My jet-black hair was cut into a bob that framed my round face perfectly.
I shook my head at the stack of shoes Asia was trying on and walked towards the window to look at a pair that caught my eye. I was just about to ask one of the sales girls to bring me a size seven when I saw something I wanted even more. A 6’1, chocolate, bald headed brotha dressed in loose fitted jeans, a button-down cream colored shirt, and tan colored loafers. He walked into the store and headed for the men’s shoes. I watched him as he picked up a pair of black Dickies and asked the girl for a size 13. I smiled knowing that had to be a good thing, smoothed down my suit jacket and skirt, and made my move.
I walked over to the clearance rack, which was located next to the men’s shoes. I could tell from looking at him that he was an ass man. I pretended to be interested in an ugly pair of sandals on the bottom of the rack and bent over to give him a good look. I counted to ten and looked at him over my shoulder.
Just as I suspected, he was staring at my ass. He turned away quickly when he realized he was busted. I laughed out loud and walked up to him to introduce myself.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to cuss you out for looking at my ass,” I said smiling up at him. “My name is Lynnae.”
He smiled at me and said, “I’m Aquil. I didn’t mean to be looking at you like that though.”
“Yes you did,” I said confidently, “You just didn’t mean to get caught.”
Aquil laughed and said, “Yeah, you right.
“So did you like what you saw?” I asked.
“Oh most definitely, you’re very beautiful,” Aquil said checking me out from the front now.
“Thank you,” I said pretending to be bashful as the salesgirl walked up to him with the shoes he asked for. I watched as he tried them on and walked around the store.
“So how do they look?” he asked me.
“Just like you,” I replied, “Good as hell.”
He laughed and told the salesgirl that he would buy the shoes. We talked for about twenty minutes while I waited for Asia to pick out the shoes she wanted. He worked as a bookkeeper for a couple of well-known construction companies and he owned a house in Lake Placid. The brotha seems to have his life together. We exchanged numbers after Asia bought her shoes and he asked if he could walk us to our cars. Asia pinched my arm letting me know that I should keep him around for a while as we all walked out the store.
“So do you have any kids?” Asia asked Aquil.
“No,” he answered. “I ain’t trying to have all that baby momma drama.”
“I heard that,” Asia said.
“I’ll be happy when I find the right woman to settle down with,” he said with a smile on his face. “This whole dating thing is starting to get kind of old to me.”
“I know what you mean,” I agreed, thinking of how long I had been searching for the perfect dick. “It seems like every time you think you found someone half decent you find out something horrible about them and its over.”
Asia looked Aquil up and down and asked, “You don’t have any crazy secrets do you? I mean you not a convicted felon or a drug dealer…”
“Naw,” Aquil said laughing. “I’m not any of those things and I don’t have any crazy secrets. “How about y’all? You got ten kids hidden somewhere and they all got crazy baby daddies or something like that?”
“Oh hell naw,” Asia said. “We are children free and have nothing to hide.”
“So you don’t have a man?” Aquil asked me.
“No, and if I did, I wouldn’t be holding a conversation with you,” I replied.
“Okay, okay, just making sure.”
Asia walked over to her car and popped the trunk to throw in her bags while I leaned against the driver’s door of mine.
Aquil looked around and said, “You didn’t park too far away from me.”
“Where’d you park,” Asia asked as she closed her trunk.
“A few cars down on the next row,” he said pointing to our left. “The blue truck.”
I looked and his blue truck was not just the average blue truck. It was a navy blue Lexus GX with windows tinted the same color as the truck and it was sitting on a set of rims.
“Damn, that’s you?” I asked in surprise.
“Yeah,” he answered as if his Lexus was a broke down hoop ride.
“That’s nice,” Asia said, “Your ride is tight.”
“Thanks. I had to work hard to get it the way I wanted but it’s perfect now,” he said smiling at it like he was in love.
“Perfect ain’t the word,” Asia mumbled. I gave her a look letting her know I was about to step my game up a notch so she told us that she had to meet someone and hopped in her car.
“I wasn’t holding y’all up from doing something was I?” Aquil asked as Asia pulled off.
“No, I don’t have anything else planned for tonight,” I answered. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other acting as if my feet were hurting and asked if he would mind if I sat in my car. He shook his head no and walked around to the driver side as I opened the door and sat with my legs outside the car. It was still kind of warm outside so I took off my suit jacket. He knelt down in front of me and I immediately started thinking of all the things he could to do to me from that position. Aquil had nice, full lips and I definitely wouldn’t mind letting him go down on me. I pushed the thoughts back and tried to focus on what he was saying about his truck.
“So do you want to see the inside?” he asked. “I’ll drive it over here so you don’t have to walk over there.”
“That’s cool,” I said as he stood up and searched his pocket for the keys. His dick was right in my face and I had to resist the urge to reach out and grab him to see how big he was. I adjusted my silk camisole, as he walked away, to make sure I wasn’t showing too much cleavage.
When he pulled up beside me, I stood up and closed my car door. Before I could reach for his passenger door, he jumped out and ran around the car to open it for me. I smiled at him in surprise as he helped me climb inside and closed the door.
“Do you like it?” he asked as he climbed in the driver seat.
“It’s nice,” I said as I took in the silver and wood grain interior. “Did it come like this or did you have this done too?”
“I changed a few things but for the most part it came like this.”
I crossed my legs and leaned towards him over the armrest. “So why is it that a man as fine as you is single?”
“I don’t know,” he said staring down my shirt. “I haven’t really found anyone who could really hold my interest long enough or who really appreciated me. I keep ending up with these gold diggers.”
“That’s probably because they see your truck and think you like to spend money,” I suggested.
“I don’t mind spending money on a woman but if she calls me every time she needs to spend money then I don’t wanna be bothered with her.”
“I can understand that.”
“So what about you? Why are you single?”
“I haven’t found the right person yet.”
“What are you looking for in a man?”
“Somebody who is doing something with himself and treats me very well. I don’t have time for somebody who sits around all day doing nothing. I want a man who knows how to be romantic and is there for me whenever I need somebody to talk. I really just want somebody who’ll take care of me when I need to be taken care of.”
“So he doesn’t have to make a certain amount of money?”
“No, I mean I ain’t trying to mess with a brotha who is content with working fast food his entire life but he doesn’t have to make millions of dollars a year.”
“Good, I was just making sure you wasn’t the type to be after money.”
“Naw, that’s not me. I’m after something that’s going to last a lot longer than money.”
“Love?”
I looked at him and started to tell him straight up what I wanted but I know a lot of brotha’s think that since I love sex they can hit and split. I just nodded my head. Maybe I’d tell him the truth later.
“You seem like my kind of woman,” he said smiling at me again.
“Really?” I asked leaning a little closer and resting my hand on his thigh. I felt him jump a little from the initial contact but he relaxed quickly.
“You’re beautiful and you’re smart and you ain’t looking to spend all my money.”
I laughed and said, “How about we find out just how much we can get along. What are you doing tomorrow night?”
“Nothing,” he replied resting his hand on top of mine.
“Pick me up around seven so we can
go out to dinner and get to know each other a little
better.”
“That’s cool with me. You play pool?”
“No, I’ve never played before.”
“Oh, you’re definitely going to have to learn if you’re going to hang out with me. We can stop by the pool hall after dinner and I’ll teach you how to play.”
“Okay. That’ll be cool.”
I squeezed his thigh and told him I had to get home. He hopped out the truck and walked around to open the door for me. I let my body slide down his as he helped me out of the truck and giggled as if it was an accident.
“Give me a second to write my address down,” I said before climbing across the driver seat to get my purse. I had thrown it in the back on the passenger side so I made a big production of leaning across the seat and struggling to get it. I knew Aquil would be staring at my ass hoping my skirt would slide up enough to give him a peek. I handed him the paper with my address and he kissed my hand before shutting my car door. He seemed like a real gentleman. I just might have to keep him around for a while. If the sex was as good as everything else about him, I might really have to make him mine.
When I walked into the social services building the next morning and headed towards my office, I saw my co-worker Xeniya headed my way. I waved for her to come into my office. I meet Xeniya when I first started working here about a year and a half ago. She’d been working as battered woman’s counselor for about three years so when I started as an adolescent counselor, we were pretty much forced together. We had a lot in common so we became friends fast. We didn’t see each other outside of work except for going to lunch together because she was married and has other things going on in her life that I was going to get mixed up in.
I had to admit that I felt sorry for her because girlfriend had some serious sexual suppression going on. Her man wasn’t giving her what she needed and didn’t seem to care. According to Xeniya, he’d slide up in it for about three minutes, bust a nut, and be done with her. I’m talking no foreplay or anything. He didn’t even try to make sure that she got hers. So what did my girl do? She went out and got herself what she calls a “fuck-buddy.” She hooks up with this guy almost everyday after work and he’s been serving it up real good. He knows she’s married and says he’s cool with being her man on the side as long as he can get some everyday.
“Hey, what’s up,” she said as she sat her slim frame down in the chair facing my desk. Xeniya was one of those women I loved to hate. While I worked out on a semi-regular basis to keep myself below two hundred pounds, she could eat anything and barely weigh over a hundred. She was only a little taller than I but her dark skin and long, thick hair gave her an exotic appearance.
“Girl, nothing,” I said pulling folders out of my briefcase.
“Guess what happened to me last night?” she asked in a tone that let me know some serious drama went down.
“What?” I asked sitting down.
“My husband almost busted me.”
“What!” I said staring at her in shock. “How did that happen?”
“Cause my fuck-buddy’s been tripping lately about wanting to spend more time with me so he called my cell phone at ten-thirty but I was in the bathroom so my husband answered my phone.”
“For real? What did he say?”
“He said that my friend Erica called and didn’t say anything when he answered.”
“Erica?”
“Yeah, I have Eric’s name in my phone as Erica incase Damon ever goes through my phone book.”
“Girl, you slick.”
“I gotta stay on my toes. So anyway, I called Eric right back….”
“While Damon was in the room?”
“Yeah because if I had walked out the room to make the phone call he would have thought something was going on.”
“How do you be thinking of this stuff? I’ll be surprised if he ever finds out.”
She just shrugged and continued her story. “I played it off nicely too. I was like ‘Erica? Girl you okay?’ And Eric knows if I call him that then Damon is in the room so he wasn’t tripping over that. He was telling me how much he wanted to see me and how badly he wanted to fuck me until I screamed his name. I just started laughing and acted like my girl had to tell me about some big sale at the mall. I told him that I was looking forward to it tomorrow when I got off work. Then I told Damon that she was excited about a shoe sale and the reason she didn’t say anything when he answered was because her cell phone had cut out and she couldn’t hear him talking.”
I shook my head amazed at how she was playing this game. It was a shame that she had to cheat on her husband because she settled for a nice guy with no sexual skills. That’s exactly why I couldn’t marry just anybody. I didn’t want to end up cheating on my man so I can get mine. It was either all or nothing and I was going for all.
I quickly told Xeniya about Aquil and she started getting all excited like I was setting her up with him. “Damn girl, he’s sexy, bald headed, and he got cash? You need to keep him around.”
I smiled and said, “I will if he passes the last and most important test.”
She started laughing because she knew where I was going with this. “I know, I know. The perfect dick test.”
“That’s right. I refuse to live a life of sexual suppression.”
“I married a man who’s not the best in the bedroom.”
“Yeah, and you’re also cheating on him.”
She laughed again saying, “You know you wrong for that one.”
“Yeah, but you know I’m right,” I said laughing too.
Xeniya stood up and said, “Let me get up outta here and go do my work. I’ll see your crazy ass at lunch.”
“Okay girl,” I said while turning on my computer.
It was almost six-thirty and I was just getting off work. I had gotten stopped before I could even walk out of my office when a police officer brought in an eleven years old boy that he found walking the streets in bloody clothes. He had been attacked and thrown out of the house by his father while trying to stop him from beating up his mother. We had to get him placed in the home of a relative until we could go and check out his home situation.
Even though I loved my job, I had to admit when the officer walked the boy into my office I cursed under my breath wishing they had taken him somewhere else. I wanted to help him but I also had things to take care of. When I finally made it out of the office, I got held up in Virginia Beach traffic as usual while heading towards my home in Aragona Village. I only had thirty minutes to find something to wear before Aquil arrived.
I rushed through the door which put me right into my living room. I didn’t even give the room my customary glance of approval as I rushed through it to the hall that led to my bedrooms.
When I moved in a few months ago, it took me days to get the living room exactly the way I wanted. I was going for a relaxed, serene atmosphere so it was done in soft colors and textures. I’d replaced the front door with a heavy oak one to make this house look less cookie cutter than the other houses on this street. There was a small entry way covered in ugly yellow and brown linoleum when first walking into the house. The walls were a rich brown, like French roast coffee. I had the cheap carpet ripped up and the floors all over the house were covered in a lush, thick, beige carpet.
One the same wall as the front door, were two standard size windows covered with maroon drapes. I had two corner armchairs, sort of triangle shaped, maroon and made of microfiber. The longest wall was to my right when walking through the front door. Up against that wall was my cherry wood entertainment center. I had a small television, DVD player, and a radio/CD player. The entertainment center mostly housed my CD collection although I had a few DVDs. I had pictures of Asia and I on top of it. Across from that, almost in the center of the room, was my sofa the matched the chairs. The two arms had the triangular shape. It was my favorite piece of furniture because it was taller than the average sofa so I felt like a kid sitting on the cushions, letting my feet dangle over the edge.
The only art work was on the wall to the right of the sofa. It was a picture of a woman in a red, flowing sundress, sleeping on a chaise lounge. The gold frame around it helped tie it to the color scheme of the room.
The only room I didn’t put much time into decorating was the kitchen which was the first room I passed walking down the hall to my bedroom. The only effort I put into it was buying brown dishcloths and placemats for the cherry wood table.
The first bedroom, which was technically Asia’s because she stayed over so much, was the guest room. The walls were brown with a red tint. The closet to the left of the room was empty except for a few clothes Asia left and extra blankets and sheets. There was a bronze metal, four post canopy bed against the wall. It was covered with a brick red duvet, the same color as the drapes. Across from the bed was a cherry wood dresser with a vanity mirror atop it.
My master bedroom was next door. I’d spent at much time decorating my bedroom as I had the living room. The walls were the same color as the guest bedroom. The walk-in closet was to the left and in terrible need of organization. I had shoes all over the floor, winter and summer clothes mixed together. The only part that was in somewhat order was that I had casual clothes to the right and work clothes to the left. I had a cherry wood platform bed against the wall across from the door. The headboard was bolted to the wall instead of being connected to the bed. Didn’t want to ruin my walls from all the banging I knew is going to be happening once I found my perfect dick. It was wood framed with a beige cloth center. The duvet covering the bed was beige also. My dressers were cherry wood like the rest of the house. There was a nightstand to the right of my bed, a tall, skinny lingerie dresser next to the door, and a dresser with a vanity to the left of my bed.
I decided on a pair of khaki cargo pants and a long sleeved blue shirt. I was crawling on the floor of the walk-in closet searching for a pair of shoes when the doorbell rang. I crawled to the closet door and looked at the clock on the nightstand. Ten minutes ‘til seven. Damn! Why did this brotha have to be early when I still hadn’t done my hair or makeup? I stood up, smoothed my hair down, and went to open the heavy oak door.
Aquil was looking just as good as he did yesterday in a pair of jeans and black shirt with his new black Dickies on. He handed me a dozen roses and I told him to make himself comfortable while I finished dressing. I put the roses in a vase. It took me about five minutes to find my shoes but I pinned up my hair and did my makeup in record time. When I returned to the living room, Aquil was checking out my CD collection.
“I’m ready,” I announced. He turned around taking in my appearance and gave me a smile that let me know I was looking good.
We went to P.F. Chang for dinner and Aquil was the perfect gentleman the entire time. He opened doors, pulled out my chair, and even stood up when I went to the bathroom. He was real sweet. I could get used to that kind of treatment. Being that he’s a bookkeeper, I wasn’t surprised that he was smart but he knew so much about so many different subjects. We never ran out of anything to say. The brotha was amazing.
When we got to the pool hall, he tried to impress me by showing me a couple of tricks and telling me how his father had taught him how to play.
“So do you still play pool with your dad?” I asked watching him set up the balls so we could start playing a game.
He was quiet for a moment before saying, “Naw, my dad died when I was in high school.”
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” I said reaching out and touching his shoulder.
He shrugged and said, “It’s cool. He had been sick for a while so we kind of expected it.”
He looked lost in thought for a moment before turning to me with a smile. “Okay, Lynnae, come over here so I can show you how to break.”
I smiled and walked to the end of the table. He stood behind me and showed me how to hold the pool stick so I could hit the ball hard enough. On my first try I missed the ball and the second time it barely moved. Aquil was cracking up laughing the whole time and I tried to jab him in the stomach with the queue.
“Okay, okay violent woman! Come here and I’ll show you how to do it right.”
He stood behind me again and this time, he leaned over the table with me and helped me hit the ball.
“See, it’s not that hard,” he said before standing up. “Since you didn’t hit any balls in it’s supposed to be my turn but you’re a beginner so I’ll let you go again.”
I walked to the side of the table and tried to hit the ball. Of course I missed and he fell out laughing again. I pouted like I was upset and told him to come help me again.
When he put his arms around me I looked at him over my shoulder and asked, “You work out?”
“A little bit. I try to stay in shape.”
I bent over in front of him and said, “Okay, show me how to do this again.”
He took a step closer to me so that his body was pressed up against mine before bending over me. He put his lips close to my ear and said, “All you have to do is make sure the tip is lined up with the center of the ball and put enough forced behind it before you hit it.” He pulled my arm back and helped me hit the ball hard enough to knock one of them into the side pocket.
I laughed like I was excited that we knocked one in and asked him to do one more with me so I could get the hang of it. We moved to the other side of the table and leaned over it. He was explaining which pocket would be easiest to get it into but I wasn’t even listening to all that. While he was talking, I shifted my hips and pressed my ass more firmly against him. I heard his breath catch but he kept talking like nothing happened. I didn’t get the response I wanted so I did it again. That time, I felt his dick jump in his pants. I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing as he guided my hands to hit the ball. It didn’t go in the pocket and he quickly stood up straight and walked to the front of the table.
I smiled at him innocently and asked, “Is it your turn since I missed?”
He cleared his throat and answered, “Yeah, it’s my turn.”
We played a few more games of pool but spent most of the time talking. It was fun until he started talking about his mother. Nonstop. I understand that a lot of guys are momma’s boys but damn. Every other sentence was about her. You would think all he did was work and chill with her. Now normally when a guy is that obsessed with his momma, I let him go because that means I gotta deal with her being all up in my business. But Aquil was fine. I decided to keep him around for a while despite that flaw. Besides, maybe he was just talking about her to show me that he really respected women.
Of course when I told Asia over the phone a few weeks later, the first thing she said was, “Oh hell naw! You need to leave his ass alone.”
I sucked my teeth and replied, “It’s not really that bad.”
“How many times have y’all gone out?” she asked.
“Three times.”
“And he talks about his momma every time?”
“Yeah but he’s been taking care of her since his dad died so that’s probably why he talks about her so much.”
“Okay, Lynnae, let’s not be dumb. He’s twenty-seven so I know his momma is not that old that she needs somebody to take care of her.”
“I’m not saying she’s old. I’m saying that Aquil says she took the loss real hard and has some emotional issues. But I’m just trying to give him the benefit of the doubt because everything else about him is good.”
“But this mess with his momma is going to make all that good stuff seem like nothing after a while.”
“No it won’t.”
“Okay, how bout one night y’all chillin’ at his place having some hellafied, good, freaky-ass sex and his phone rings? He looks at the caller id, sees that it’s his mom so he jumps up to get the phone. She tells him that she needs him, so he jumps outta bed and runs to her house leaving you horny and alone.”
I burst out laughing and said, “Girl, shut up! That would not happen.”
“Hey, you never know. As much as he talks about her he’d probably leave his pregnant wife at the hospital while she was in labor to see about his momma.”
“You a trip,” I yelled still laughing.
“Look Lynnae, all I’m saying is you’re going to have to watch him. If it was me I would have hit and split a month ago after the first date but I know you going to do you.”
“You’re right, I am going to do me. Maybe it’s not really that serious.”
Aquil and I had been dating for a month and a half and everything was perfect. We were spending a lot of time together and I was really starting to catch feelings for him. I smiled every time he called and was excited on days that I knew I would see him.
Despite how well things were, there were two things that irritated me. One was of course his momma. It seemed like every time we were out, she called his cell at least twice. And it’s not like she calls for a reason either. One night she called during dinner to tell him about some show she was watching. Like that mess couldn’t wait another day! She’s a trip. Even though she knew he was on a date, she had to hold some long ass conversation and Aquil just be talking like it ain’t nothing. The other problem was that he never invited me back to his place. He always came up with an excuse to go to my house. I was starting to wonder if he was hiding something like a wife or some kids
We were at dinner when I decided to confront him about it.
I took a sip of ice tea before putting an innocent look on my face and asking, “Aquil, is there a reason why you haven’t invited me to your house?”
He looked uncomfortable for a moment before saying, “It’s not that I don’t want you to come to my home but I figured you would feel more comfortable at your house. It’s my job to make sure you always feel good when we’re together so I felt letting you be some place familiar would be best.”
I smiled at him but my mind was screaming, “BULLSHIT!” This brotha must think I’m stupid. I reached across the table and placed my hand on his. “Aquil, baby, we’ve been dating for a few months and I feel perfectly comfortable with you. I was starting to wonder if there was a reason you didn’t want to invite me or if you had something you didn’t want me to know.”
He looked at me for a moment before shaking his head. “Trust me Lynnae, I’m not hiding anything. I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable. Matter of fact, why don’t we go to my house and watch TV after dinner?”
“That sounds great,” I replied thinking that seemed a little too easy.
I pulled my car up to the front curb of Aquil’s house and I was impressed. It was a beautiful two-story house and the lawn was in perfect condition. I followed him up the gravel walkway and waited as he opened the mahogany door. I stepped in the foyer and paused for a second when I saw a side table with a white doily. That’s not something you would see in a bachelor’s house. Aquil must have noticed my hesitation and quickly explained that his mother helped decorate the house. I nodded my head trying not to roll my eyes.
We walked into the living room and I could see that his mother had a huge decorating influence. There was an ugly brown and red floral print couch with matching red armchairs. The room was full of knick-knacks and family photos. I walked around the room and most of the pictures were of Aquil as a child. The den also had an ugly floral couch with a quilt thrown across the back. I suppressed the urge to throw up while wondering how he could let her put such horrible furniture in his house. The only piece that appeared to be picked out by him was a leather recliner that didn’t match anything else in the house.
The kitchen had to be the worst. The place mats and rugs were light pink with bright yellow sunflowers. The counters were covered with white and pink ceramic bears. After a moment I realized that most of those were actually bear shaped appliances and storage containers.
Aquil’s house was decorated more like a family home than a bachelor pad. I was beginning to wonder if it was really his mother decorated this house.
He showed me his office, which was a typical home office with a desk, computer, and a lot of books. He started leading me back to the den telling me the other three bedrooms were too messy to show me. I raised my eyebrow wondering how all three bedrooms could be such a mess when he supposedly lived alone. “You got a roommate?” I asked.
He frowned and replied, “Why do you ask that?”
I sighed wondering why he answered my question with a question. It was as if he needed more time to come up with a lie.
“Well,” I replied, “You said the bedrooms were a mess and I figured if you live alone then all the rooms wouldn’t be a mess.”
He smiled and explained that he used one room for random things that didn’t belong anywhere else in the house and the other was for his extra clothes. I nodded my head but wasn’t sure if I believed that.
“So you let your mother decorate the whole house?”
“Yeah, she was only supposed to do the living room but as you can see she got carried away. I’ve wanted to change it, especially with all the pictures of me that she put up, but she worked so hard. Plus, she brags to her friends about how nice it looks and I don’t want to hurt her feelings.”
“Then you’re never going to change your furniture?”
“Oh I’m going to change it because it’s way too feminine.”
“What are you waiting for?”
“The day I don’t mind listening to my mother nag me for months about it.”
I laughed and relaxed a little as he turned on the TV. That sounded somewhat legit. It’s no big surprise that he let his momma decorate because he is truly a momma’s boy. And hell, I don’t blame him for putting off redecorating because who wants to hear their momma nagging about something stupid everyday.
We had been watching TV and talking for almost an hour when I decided to let Aquil feel me up a little bit. Looking at that sexy baldhead was making me horny. I cleared my throat and motioned with my finger for him to come closer. He slid across the couch and gave me a slow sensuous kiss. It took everything in me to keep my composure and not melt into that ugly ass couch. Aquil slowly kissed along my jaw line and up to my ear. He lightly ran his tongue around the outside of my ear, and then used his tongue to pull my earlobe into his mouth. I moaned and arched my back as he slid his hand up my shirt and gently massaged my left breast.
He definitely knew what I had in mind. He pulled my legs so I could lay back on the couch. After removing my shirt and bra, he began to slowly caress my body with his mouth and hands. Every touch made me shiver and every kiss made me moan. It seemed like an eternity before he reached my navel. He kissed all around it before sliding his tongue inside and slowly swirling it around. I’m extremely ticklish so that made me giggle. Aquil sat up long enough to take off my pants and underwear before continuing his journey, this time taking a different route.
Starting at my ankles and working his way back up. I almost jumped out of my skin when he gently bit the inside of my thigh. Finally, his lips made their way to mine and he ran his warm tongue over my sensitive core. My body tensed in pleasure as he wrapped his lips around me. I could hear myself moaning loudly and getting close to my first orgasm. Aquil must have felt it too because he dipped two fingers inside of me, slowly thrusting them deeper into me with each stroke. I reached down and put both hands on the back of Aquil’s head to make sure he didn’t move before I was finished. I began thrusting my hips to the rhythm of his tongue and arched my back as I felt myself start to climax.
“Aquil!”
My eyes flew open when I realized that it wasn’t me yelling his name. Aquil jumped up, wiping his face and I saw an angry woman glaring down at me. She looked a lot like Aquil except for the gray hair pulled back in a tight bun. She had on bright red lipstick that was too bright for her dark complexion and blush that made her look like a porcelain doll. She was wearing a long, gray, floral print dress with a white lace collar. I quickly began searching for my clothes wondering who she was because she looked too old to be his wife.
“What the hell is going on here?” she yelled
“I’m sorry, Momma….” He stammered.
“Momma?” I yelled pulling on my pants.
She gave me a nasty look and said, “What are you doing with this girl on my couch?”
“Your couch?” I asked trying to pull down my shirt and stuff my panties in my pocket at the same time. “Is this your house?”
“Yes, this is my house! What did you think?”
“Lynnae, I shoulda told you but I liked you and I didn’t want to lose you.”
“I can’t believe you had me doing that on your momma’s couch!”
“I can’t believe it either. Now I’m going to have to burn my damn couch!”
I cut my eyes at her and started walking towards the door. Hell, I know my stuff clean. Besides, if she leaves my juice up there it might make the couch look better.
“Lynnae, wait! I’m sorry, just hear me out. I didn’t want to tell you that I lived with my mother because I didn’t want you to think I was a bum.”
“You are a bum!”
“Come on, don’t be like that.”
“Don’t be like what, Aquil? Your mother just walked in her house and saw her son eating pussy on her couch. You coulda been a man and admitted that you live with her. I mean, you not embarrassed?”
“Of course I’m embarrassed to have my mom walk in on us…”
“No dumb ass! I meant aren’t you embarrassed to be damn near thirty and living at home with your momma?”
“You just don’t understand. If you would just give me a chance to explain...”
“Explain what? You a grown man living with your mother. That pretty much says it all.”
“Yeah, but it’s not like I’m dependent on her. I do have a good job and a nice truck, Lynnae.” He tilted his head to the side and gave me a smug look.
I raised an eyebrow while resisting the urge to smack some sense into him. He really had some nerve trying to get smart with me as if a truck and a job made up for this craziness.
“Let’s just see how independent you are. Do you pay rent?”
“No.”
“Do you pay any bills in the house?”
“The cable bill and sometimes I buy groceries.”
“Do you do your own laundry?”
“No.”
“Do you clean the house?”
“No, but she won’t let me.”
“Do you cook?”
“No.”
“Do you even make your own bed?”
“No, that’s part of cleaning the house.” Aquil frowned on me like that should have been common knowledge.
“Okay, so your momma cooks, cleans, and pays all the bills. You’re right, you’re completely independent.”
“You’re just asking the kinds of questions that make it seem that way.”
“Honey, it is that way. When we meet you was talking about how you can’t find the right woman and this is why. It’s bad enough you’re a momma’s boy but you live with her too. It ridiculous! Do yourself a favor and don’t call me.”
“Why won’t you let me explain?”
“How about you explain it to the door because I’m gone.”
It had been weeks since Aquil’s momma burst in on us and that fool would not leave me alone. Every day I got roses and candy. He called me about 50 times a day and would leave a message every single time. And not just on my cell phone either. He called my house and job and left messages until all three of my mailboxes were full. I had been feeling kind of good today when I hadn’t gotten any flowers at my job but that joy faded when I got home and there was an African violet on my porch.
Asia of course was enjoying the entire thing because she’d told me to leave him alone in the first place. I couldn’t even be mad though because she was right and my dumb ass was defending him the whole time.
“I guess the search for the perfect dick will continue,” Asia laughed as we talked on the phone that night.
“Pretty much,” I agreed.
“Well, I do know this one guy who seems okay…”
“Wait a minute, somebody’s at my door,” I cut her off after my doorbell rang.
“Who is it?”
“I don’t know yet, Little Miss Nosey, but they trying to get hurt ringing my doorbell off the hook like that.”
Asia just laughed at me because she knew I couldn’t fight. I looked out the peephole and saw Aquil’s sorry ass standing on my porch. I rolled my eyes and walked back to my couch. “Girl, its Aquil. I can’t believe he had the nerve to come to my house.”
“He is so dumb. You think he would get the point.”
BAM! BAM! BAM!
“Oh hell naw!” I yelled.
“What?”
“This fool is banging on my door!”
“I know you’re home, Lynnae,” he yelled into the door. “Your car is outside and I can hear you talking.”
Asia was cracking up laughing but I just rolled my eyes.
“Please, Lynnae! Open the door!”
“Asia, I’m about to cuss this fool out. Let me call you back.”
I hung up the phone and snatched open the door.
“I figured you would understand from the way I cussed you out and haven’t returned any of you three hundred phone calls that I don’t want to talk to you. And you need to get up off my porch banging on my door because I don’t play that shit!”
“Wait a minute, Lynnae, I didn’t mean to make you mad. I just want you to listen and let me explain the situation because it’s not what you think.”
“You live with your mother! What else is there to explain?”
“You’re under the impression that I live with her because I want to but the truth is I’m taking care of her.”
“Really,” I replied with a smirk.
“Yes, Lynnae. Just listen, okay?”
I crossed my arms, tilted my head to the side and waited to hear the lies come pouring out of his mouth.
“I told you before that my father died when I was younger. Ever since he passed, I took over the role as man of the house and she depended on me to keep her safe. After I graduated high school I moved out for a few months but I ended up sleeping at home most nights because Momma was too scared to stay home alone. I felt like it was a waste to pay rent if I spent all my time at home so I just moved back there. But before I moved in we made the agreement that when I found the woman I wanted to marry then I would leave and we wouldn’t repeat what happened before. When I get married I won’t be going over there because I’m going to be home with my family.”
Aquil finished his story smiling proudly while I gave him a blank stare. He must think I’m dumb as hell. And got the nerve to be smiling like he expects me to fall in love and move his ass into my house. Ain’t no woman going to force her son to live with her because she scared to live alone. She’s going to buy a security system and keep it moving. He must really think he can run game and convince me to keep dating him. I can see why he ain’t with nobody because he ain’t got no game. Hell, I was dating guys with better lies than that when I was sixteen.
I was about to tell him everything wrong with his little story when I started thinking about how horny I was. Then I had a flashback to the way he had me feeling that night on his momma’s couch. Since he was trying to play me, I was going to play him first.
“I definitely didn’t expect you to say that was the reason you live with your momma but I have to admit, that it’s a beautiful thing.” I smiled at him and pulled him into the house. We walked to the living room and sat across from each other.
“The love and sacrifice that you show for your mother has really made you more attractive.”
Aquil looked surprised for a split second but tried to mask it with a bashful look. He grinned and looked away. I couldn’t help but think that the sex better be real good since I had to act this stupid.
I got up from my armchair, walked over to the couch and sat on his lap. “You’re such a good man, Aquil. I’m really surprised somebody hasn’t snatched you up already,” I said wrapping my arms around his neck and resting my head on his shoulder.
He slid his hand up my thigh, palmed my ass and said, “I guess no other woman understands why I have to live with my momma the way you do.”
I rolled my eyes and resisted the urge to suck my teeth. “Don’t worry about them because you got me now, boo.”
He sighed as if he felt relieved and hugged me closer. “I can see us being happy together for a long time, Lynnae. I mean, I know I’ve only known you for a short time but I feel like you know me and understand me better than anybody I’ve ever meet.”
“I know it’s crazy. It’s like we’re meant to be together. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a man. You’re honest, sweet, good looking, smart, and have so much love for your family. You’re perfect for me.”
“It feels good to be with a woman who really appreciates me.”