My Man's Best Friend II Page 5

  “Well it doesn’t take a genius to figure out something is wrong, with the way you are throwing back those drinks.”

  Now there were six glasses in front of me and I didn’t realize I was drinking them so fast. I turned to look at her.

  Our eyes met and she said, “No names. Just some fun.”

  Needless to say I took her up on her offer and went to her place. I didn’t feel like being on my own tonight anyway so the company would be good.

  Her home was a replica of herself. Exquisite art, fresh, clean scents, and everything neat and in its place just like she was.

  Her living room was a muted pea green with floating shelves with pictures of what I considered to be family on the walls. A caramel-colored sofa and two armchairs sat on top of a beige and wine-colored area rug. A mocha coffee and end tables completed the space. Golden full-length panels hung from the windows as dimmable wall sconces allowed for a romantic, mellow mood.

  We basically said nothing as I admired her home. I was so caught up that I forgot she was in the room. I turned to her looking at me. With her finger she gestured for me to follow her. And I did.

  We entered her love den. The huge dark bookcase was the first thing you saw as it played backdrop to her king-sized bed. The room was dark and I couldn’t tell the color on the walls. It almost looked like chocolate with its pops of red from the bookshelves, which housed crimson vases and picture frames. Books and other knickknacks also filled the shelves.

  Ms. Bohemian took my hand into hers and led me over to the velvet bench positioned in front of her bed. She turned me to face her. Placing her open hand in the middle of my chest, she pushed me to sit down. She then gripped my chin, pulling it upward for my eyes to meet her deep blues. She asked, “Are you ready?”

  I wasn’t sure if I nodded or said yes but the next thing I knew, Ms. Bohemian started taking off her clothes. I watched as she gave me a slow strip tease until she was standing in front of me naked. She fingered for me to come to her and I went to her. I kissed her deeply. She was definitely a great kisser. If this was any sign of what was to come, I knew I was in for a real treat.

  Our lips disconnected. Ms Bohemian smirked and walked around me. I turned to see her sit down on the bench. Again she motioned with her finger for me to come to her. I obeyed her command. Standing before her, she looked up at me. She then looked forward to be greeted by my hard erection aching to be freed. She reached out and caressed it. Rubbing it gently, her strokes caused chills to surge within me. I kept looking down at what she was doing. I loved to watch. Evidently she did too because she stared at my reaction.

  She began to unbuckle my belt. She then undid my pants, pulling them down slightly in the front. One layer kept her from being skin to skin with me. But as thin as the layer of my boxer briefs was, it looked as though my manhood was about to pierce through the lightweight material.

  Pulling the front of my boxers down, she reached in and pulled out my johnson. She smirked again.

  I smirked also and asked, “What are you going to do with that?”

  Her answer was in her action. She inserted my rod into her mouth and began sucking it. Deep down her throat she went as her other hand fondled my ball region. Stroking and sucking, she made me feel good. I didn’t know how much more I could take after about ten minutes. I stepped back from her, breathing deeply. She took the back of her hand and wiped the wetness from around her mouth.

  “Why did you move? I wanted to you to cum,” she said.

  “Oh, I’m going to cum. But not like this.”

  “Why don’t you let me taste you?” she asked.

  She dropped to her knees and moved toward me. Moments later her mouth was back on my johnson. The slurping sounds she was making was like erotic music to my ears. The more she slurped, the closer I came to releasing.

  “I’m cumming,” I told her, expecting her to pull back, but she didn’t. She kept stroking and sucking me. I tried to pull back but the grip she had on my johnson let me know she was not about to let me step back again.

  “I’m cumming,” I told her again as a warning. She deep-throated me. The tip of my manhood touched her tonsils and that was my cue to release. I burst my sweetness inside her mouth with her never stopping her stride.

  Jerking and seizing, she finally let go of me. With the release of my manhood, I felt like I was going to collapse to the floor. She literally sucked all the life out of me. But I stood strong with my legs trembling from my explosion.

  Ms. Bohemian got up and sat back down on the bench. She said, “You taste good.”

  I giggled, still trying to regain my composure. Pulling strength from my reserve I said, “Now it’s my turn.”

  With my johnson still free, I fell to my knees. I gripped a handful of her thick mane, jerking her head back, exposing her neck. She moaned with pleasure. I kissed her down her neck, then to her breasts, squeezing one while my tongue teased the nipple of the other. Her head fell back, enjoying the pleasure. Slowly I kissed my way down her stomach, making the muscles jump with each peck. Her legs began to loosen as I snaked my way down her body. I stopped at her belly button. A silver ring looped its way through her skin. My tongue began to tangle with it. She giggled, caressing my head as I made my way farther down until I met her bliss. I looked up at her looking down at me near her territory of pleasure.

  Once in the zone of indescribable gratification, I plunged my tongue into her nectar, enjoying the sweetness of her sap. Ms. Bohemian was laid all the way back now with both of her legs draped over my shoulders. She pushed her hips into me, twirling them with the rhythm of my tongue. The more my tongued dipped deeper into her kitty, the more she twirled. Wanting to take this pleasure to another level, I slid two fingers inside of her, causing her to sigh, “Oh, shit.”

  I knew from the jerking of her body she was cumming. The more her body jerked, the more I increased my sucking and fingering until she couldn’t take it anymore and pushed herself away from me. I had indeed pleased her. I came up for air, standing to my feet and wiping her juices from my drenched face. I looked down at her seizing body as she breathed heavily. I hoped she didn’t think this was over. My johnson was hard as a rock and I needed to get mine now. I was getting ready to give her the second half of this session. The first part was just the synopsis. Now it was time for the full-length story.

  With one swift move my johnson was free to explore the depths of her abyss. She was a moaner. With each inward stroke I gave her, Ms. Bohemian let out a sexy moan, almost taking me to the place of releasing earlier than I wanted to. A couple of times I had to pause, kissing her neck, while I tried to calm myself from discharging too soon. She wrapped her long caramel legs around my waist and thrust her body upward to meet my manhood. She didn’t like it when I paused. She yearned for my thrust and that excited me more.

  “Please don’t stop,” she begged, trembling as she continued to thrust her body into mine. I happily obliged and I slowly ground my body into hers. The more I hammered her, the less her legs could hold on tome.

  “I’m cumming,” she squealed. “I’m cumming.”

  I pushed my way deeper into her punany as her body tightened.

  “I’m cumming. I’m cumming. I’m cumming,” she screamed as she released her warm sap all over my johnson.

  Now it was my turn. I had made her cum yet again and now it was time for me to revel in my victory. I stroked her eagerly, waiting for the moment when the tingles surged into a climax for me. It didn’t take too many strokes before I was also exploding. But instead of leaving it in, I pulled my way out of her and shot my semen onto her stomach.

  I looked over at Ms. Bohemian lying next to me, who was sleeping peacefully. She was a beautiful woman and looking at her thick, busy mane and smooth body convinced me this was why I did this. Her loveliness was enough to mesmerize me for a night. Weeks with a dry spell and she came along to bring water to my desert. Just looking at the dip of her back leading to her ample behind was making my jo
hnson hard all over again. I didn’t know if I should wake her for another round or leave. Turning away from her I knew I had to get home. I couldn’t stay here another minute.

  In that short moment Kea’s face crept into my mind and I felt guilty for what I had done. I felt like I was cheating, but how could I cheat on my sister? Getting up, I started to pick up my scattered clothing and began to get dressed.

  Sliding on my shoes after getting dressed, I heard Ms. Bohemian’s smooth voice say, “So you were going to leave without saying good-bye.”

  She never turned in my direction. If I didn’t know any better I would have sworn she was talking in her sleep.

  “You are not going to answer,” she said, turning to look at me as she pulled the crumpled sheet around her naked body.

  “I didn’t want to disturb you,” I said.

  “You have been looking at my body for a few minutes now. I know you wanted to go again, so why were you too afraid to ask?”

  How would this woman know my thoughts?

  “You look puzzled.”

  “I am. I’m trying to figure out how you knew that,” I said.

  “Call it women’s intuition.”

  “I had a great time with you.”

  “I’m glad you did. I had a good time too,” she said, smiling.

  Silence filled the space as each of us waited for the other to speak.

  “Well I think I’ll be going now,” I said, turning toward to the door.

  “Who is she?” she asked, causing me to pause.

  “Excuse me?” I said, turning to her in confusion.

  “Who were you thinking about when you were having sex with me?”

  I couldn’t answer. I didn’t want to answer. Ms. Bohemian stared into my frozen eyes.

  “You didn’t think I would be able to tell that I took the place of a woman you loved. I wondered who she was and why you were here with me instead of being with her.”

  “Things happen.”

  “But love is eternal.”

  “So is drama and heartache,” I said irritably.

  “Life is what you make it,” she countered, propping herself on her elbow as she pulled the sheet around her breasts.

  “And sometimes the actions of others interfere in the life you are trying to make.”

  “True, but if you love this woman, you should go after her.”

  “It’s more complicated than that. We can never be together again. Case closed, and I would appreciate if you left the subject of her alone,” I said, getting ready to walk out of her room again.

  “I’m sorry. I was trying to help.”

  “Please don’t. People have helped me enough and they helped me into this misery.”

  “Well I can be of help in your pretending if you like. Come back to bed and let’s get to know each other one more time before you go,” she said, smiling and patting the space next to her. “I don’t mind.”

  I wanted to leave but the offer was topped with her crawling to her knees. She let the sheet fall from around her body, revealing her magnificent physique. The offer was opened to me again and I was ready to close it. So I went to her, pretending that she was the woman I loved.

  Chapter 9

  Derrick

  I kissed Ms. Bohemian on the cheek as I attempted to sneak out of her bedroom for the second time. This time, she was knocked out unconscious as I made my way out. As good as our time together was I really wasn’t in the mood to wake up to any conversation that could lead back to my reason for being with her in the first place. The time with her did help take my mind off what was going on in my life, but I wasn’t comfortable talking to her about it.

  When I attempted to pull into my driveway, I was surprised to see a car already sitting there. I pulled beside it, looking into the vehicle to see a sleeping Zacariah. Lines appeared in my forehead as irritation filled me. I hit the garage door button and maneuvered my car into my space. I guessed the noise from the garage door woke her up because the next thing I saw as I got out of my ride was Zacariah getting out of hers. I acted like she wasn’t there as I made my way to the entrance of my home. Before I could put the key in the lock Zacariah started questioning me.

  “Where the hell have you been, Derrick? I have been sitting outside your house all night long waiting for you,” she asked fretfully.

  The audacity, I thought. I giggled for a second before allowing my irritation to return. “Who in the hell told you to come over here anyway?”

  “I was trying to surprise you.”

  “Surprise me with what, another sister? Or this time would it be another dick up your behind? Which is it, Zacariah? None of your surprises have been good ones. Did you not understand me when I told you I didn’t want to have anything to do with you ever again?”

  “But—”

  “And do you not remember I also told you that you were the worst thing that has ever happened to me?” I said, raising my voice.

  “You didn’t mean that.”

  “Yes, I did.”

  “Please tell me you weren’t with her.”

  I snickered at her boldness. Was she for real?

  “Which ‘her’ were you referring to?” I said, crossing my arms across my chest.

  “What do you mean which? I’m talking about Kea,” she said, looking perplexed.

  “No, I wasn’t with Kea,” I said in a tone that hopefully clued her in on me being with someone else.

  “So you were at your mother’s, right? She needed you to do something for her and you decided to stay the night, right?”

  I could see the hope on her face but Zacariah was not a stupid woman. She got the hint and I was about to burst her bubble.

  “Wrong.”

  “What do you mean wrong?”

  “You heard me.”

  “Then where were you?” she asked, raising her voice this time.

  “Not that I have to explain anything to you but just so you are clear we are over, I was with another woman,” I said coldly.

  “What woman? Kea was the other woman,” Zacariah said.

  “No. I have another beautiful female in my life,” I taunted her. I was enjoying inflicting this pain on Zacariah. Seeing her trying to register that another woman was in the picture made this day turn out to be even better than Ms. Bohemian made it.

  “Who is this woman?” she asked angrily.

  “Some female I met at the bar,” I said nonchalantly.

  “So you picking up random chickenheads now?”

  “If that’s what you want to call it.”

  “Did you sleep with her?” Zacariah questioned.

  “Yes, and it was damn good, too. I ate her pussy and everything,” I divulged, hoping my words ripped through her heart like her revelation of my relationship with Kea did me. I could see the hurt in Zacariah’s face immediately and I smiled. “She tasted like sweet candy.”

  “How could you do this to me? Why, Derrick? I’m here for you,” she said, with tears starting to form. “You could have come to me.”

  “I don’t want you,” I said uncaringly.

  “Yes, you do,” she snapped.

  “Why would I want to touch you? Who knows how many other men’s fingers been touching you?”

  “Like you knew how many men touched this female you were willing to sleep and eat the first time you met her. How is she any different than me?”

  “The fact she’s not you made everything perfect from the beginning. Zacariah, I used to love you. Make sure you catch that. I said ‘used to.’ We were in a relationship that required the both of us being faithful to one another. Not one, but both, but you reneged.”

  “Why can’t you forgive me already? I’ve apologized numerous times and you keep pushing me away. Why can’t we go back to the way things used to be?”

  “Because I’m not that man anymore. The Derrick you knew is long gone.”

  “Come on, Derrick. What we had was good. Don’t you remember?” she said, coming toward me.

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p; “It was good until I found out it was built on untruths.”

  “Besides all that, Derrick. I know you are grieving. I know you needed someone to be there for you and I was here.”

  “You have to be a damn fool if you thought I was going to fall into your arms in my time of grief, asking you to come back into my life.”

  I could tell by her expression that’s exactly what she thought would happen.

  “After what you did to me, that will never happen,” I said, walking closer to Zacariah. “Your love is like acid to my skin. It eats away at me until there is nothing left. I have nothing else left for you, Zacariah.”

  “Please don’t say that to me, Derrick,” she said, softly whimpering. “We are meant to be together. Look how fate has worked. Kea is your sister for goodness’ sake.”

  “You made all this drama happen, Zacariah.”

  “I had nothing to do with you being blood related to Kea. That was your mother and father’s doing,” she said in frustration.

  At that point I wanted to wrap my hand around her throat.

  “Don’t you ever talk about my mother or my father, or my family for that matter. Do you understand me?” I screamed, getting in her face, trying to control the rage aching to be released. I felt like I could become a woman beater as bad as I wanted to beat Zacariah down. I found myself balling my fist like I was going to hit her but the gentleman in me refrained from assaulting her. A car riding by brought me back to sanity and I backed away from her. It was my neighbors from across the street pulling into their driveway. As they got out, they waved and I waved back, watching them go into their home.

  As soon as they were out of sight I said, “Get the hell off my property, Zacariah,” dismissing her.

  “I understand your hostile behavior, but come on, Derrick. I sat outside all night.”

  “I didn’t ask you to sit out here. That was your choice.”

  “Can’t I come in so we can talk?” she pleaded.

  “We’re done here,” I said.

  “We are not done damn it. You need me. Especially after the results.”

  I paused. I didn’t know if my motionless state lasted for seconds or minutes as I deliberated her words. “Results? How did you know about the results, Zacariah?”