Across The Tracks (6 page)

“Yes, this again. I need to know,” she asserted.

“Lisa, when did you become this marriage-crazy woman?”

“First of all, I’m not marriage crazy and second of all,” she took a deep breath and yelled, “It’s been six years. We’ve known each other all our lives. You either want to or you don’t.”

“It’s not that simple!” he yelled back.

“Oh, it damn sure is. I need an answer today.” She seethed.

“What if I can’t give you an answer?”

“Then we need to call it quits,” she paused, “today!”

He took a step towards Lisa, leaned down in her face and said through his teeth. “You mean to tell me that you will throw away six years of our relationship, 26 years of us knowing each other because I won’t sign up for a ball and chain?”

She jerked back in shock. “Ball and Chain!” She shook her head, then screamed, “ball and fucking chain.” Lisa turned her lip up at him in disgust, “How old are you? 18? You are about to be 30 years old, still talking like a frat boy.”

“Better than you talking like an old maid,” he sniped back at her.

Lisa was done with this. The entire conversation, this entire relationship. It suddenly hit her, she was dating a boy who never wanted to be married and honestly, wanted to be free. As long as she let him travel the world and do what he wanted to do, he was fine, but try to tie him down and this is what she received back. She took a calming breath and said, “You know Danny, you are right. We want different things for our lives, so to go and pursue those things I think we should break up and set each other free.”

Danny looked at her with anger in his eyes, “I won’t lose you over this.”

The woman was mad, Danny thought. She was willing to throw away years for this shit.

She quickly responded, “Danny, that’s the thing. You already have. I can’t give you what you want. I’ve tried, but I can’t.”

“I just want you.”

“No, you want your freedom and I love you enough to give that to you. I want to settle down, be secure, and have roots. I want to start and I cannot do that with someone who doesn’t share that with me.”

“Lisa, think about what you are saying –”

“For once I am thinking. I don’t want this,” she motioned between the two of them, “I want more.”

Danny approached her again, but she moved. He frowned at her retreat and said, “I won’t lose you.”

“Please leave Danny.”

“I’m not going any-fucking-where until we talk this out.”

A loud knock had both Danny and Lisa looking to the front door. Lisa knew it was probably Josh, who had been waiting patiently for the right words of her asking him to leave and him refusing. She knew this was the case when Josh used his key and came in after no one answered.

“Hey Danny, let’s go grab some beer,” Josh suggested in a jovial manner.

“Not a good time, Josh, in the middle of something with my girl,” Danny replied, looking at Lisa.

“Naw Danny,” Josh dropped the jovial tone, “let’s do it now.”

Danny looked at Josh, then looked back to Lisa. “We’re not through, Lisa,” he said as he walked towards the door.

“No, Danny, we are done. I’ll have Josh give you your things later.”

He was through the door, but she could hear the growl and then the crash. Josh had looked at Lisa before he closed the door, motioning for her to lock it behind him. Danny was his friend so he would take care of him. She had nothing to worry about, except the hole in her heart.

6 Months later (LISA)

The first two months after Danny and Lisa broke up, he would show up to her apartment, and Josh would always escort him off. Then he showed up at her board meeting, which did not end well because one of the members threatened to call the cops when he refused to leave. Danny had become obsessed, calling, texting and emailing her. She blocked his numbers and emails. Then he resorted to using a block number to call or text. Lisa had enough, so she told her brother and father. They had a conversation with him that stopped all of that. She was not sure what was said, but she was sure it either led to bodily injury or the threat of it.

Three months after they broke up, one of Lisa’s students was arrested and the police had treated him brutally. To the point where she took pictures because of his bruises. Another student had a video on his phone where two cops, one white and one black, beat the boy up viciously. Lisa wrote a segment on this and, of course, the school system came up again, so she received her pink letter of a suspension from her job. She wrote about that as well, then the unions and school board were involved. At this point, Lisa did not care because her acceptance letters from Temple, University of Maryland, and Syracuse were all in and accounted for. She felt like since she was going down regardless and she planned to go with a bang.

She had not heard from Rich about anything; the board meeting, his meetings, so she assumed he flaked out, like the coward he was. His father was in the paper often enough, but there was nothing from Rich. She even emailed him to ask when he would be at the board meeting. She received no response until a couple of months later, she received a call from a woman, saying that Mr. Rich Wells requested her company to his home. The woman, whose name was Tilda, had a Jamaican accent, which seemed odd. When she arrived, she saw an older round black woman with a gray afro. She genuinely smiled when she greeted Lisa and begin to fill her in on Mr. Wells.

Apparently, Rich had broken his leg in a skiing accident a few months back, with a 3C open fracture, which usually takes 30 – 50 weeks to heal. Tilda was his home nurse aid and she said for the first two months, he refused to do any rehabilitation. He had broken up with his girlfriend, who was a ‘trot’, she called her. Then he drank himself into a stupor for about a month. She went on to say how for the past couple of months, he’s been extremely busy, working on his laptop and how Lisa’s name has come up many times. When news comes out concerning her or when any of her articles is published – Rich drops everything to listen or read them. I asked her how she came to be the aid, she said her father ordered her specifically.

Weird.

Lisa followed Tilda to Rich’s room and when she entered, she saw that he was lying on the bed. He had no shirt on, basketball shorts and a cast on his left leg from his mid-thigh to his ankle.

“L-lisa?” Rich smiled.

“What is it Rich?” she said with a little bark.

“Still giving me shit and busting my balls?” He replied.

“What do you want?”

“Just to say, I’m sorry for not doing what I told you I was going to do. I intend to do it, but I just can’t right now.” He pointed to his leg. “I’ve been stuck here for five months now with that woman.” He pointed towards his door but was smiling.

“She seems to like you,” Lisa quipped.

He muttered, “I don’t know why.”

“Me neither,” she muttered and rolled her eyes.

Lisa stayed by the door, still standing and watching him. Rich was also watching her and then he sat up. “Could there ever be a ‘you and me’?”

“What! Rich, what medication does she have you on?”

“I’m not on any meds. I can’t take them. No drugs. Did you know,” he shook his head, “speaking of drugs, that Grace was a coke-head? My good ole’ ex-girlfriend Grace? The perfect couple –“, he wandered off.

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Yeah, you would be. You’re a sympathizer to a fault.”

“Don’t start that shit again,” she snapped.

“No, I’m not. I just understand now. What you were trying to tell me a while ago. I didn’t get it. I didn’t care.” He leaned up some more. “I see now.” He looked at her more intently.

“Calm down, it’s just the six months of being bound to that bed talking,” Lisa responded.

“No, it’s not. Come here, I have to show you something,” he said as he reached for his iPad.

Lisa walked over to his bed and stood. He patted the bed next to him and she shook her head. “I won’t bite, I promise.” He smiled.

She sat on the edge of the bed to see what he had on the iPad. There were a bunch of names with codes next to them.

“What is this?” Lisa asked.

“This is my 70%.” Rich switched to another page and said, “This is the other 50% of juveniles in Philadelphia who pleaded guilty because of public defenders like me.” He kept switching pages, “these are the other adults as well.”

Lisa’s mouth was wide open.

“I’ve gone back for five years and as I get more resources, I’ll go back further, but I see now. This isn’t about the plan, but my purpose.”

“What in the world are you talking about, Rich?” she said, feeling close to tears.

He looked up at her with bright eyes and said, “I get it now.” Just as quickly as he dropped the iPad on his lap, he grabbed her neck and brought her down to him.

She scrambled to get away from him, anticipating that he would be weak from his injury, but he was not. Rich gripped her arms and pulled her body to his, then he descended on her lips with a hard kiss. She gave in and stopped struggling. He tasted a little spicy, like ginger. Lisa opened her mouth and he took over completely. She started to suck on his tongue and he groaned. Lisa’s body was lying sideways on the bed and so was Rich. His hand grasped her ass to bring her closer to him, which allowed her to feel his erection. The man was long, thick and hard as steel. He lifted her skirt and put his hands in her panties until she opened her legs wide for him. She was lost in his web and too overwhelmed to stop him. She did not want to want him, nor did she think he would wish to be with her. Maybe it was a ‘bang a black woman’ experiment. At that moment, this was alright with her because she had never been with a white guy before. So, she’d have her own experiment.

Rich started to rub her wet little nub slowly at first, then he sped up, causing her to writhe more. She moaned and he bit her lip, causing pain and then arousal. He moved to nip her neck, muttering, “God you smell like chocolate.”

She moaned louder because he actually noticed. She always wore the cocoa butter lotion because it smelled like chocolate and not once did Danny ever comment about her scent. It was a stupid concept, she thought, but since she was the perfect complexion of milk chocolate, sweet and brown, she wanted to taste and smell like it as well. Lisa thought, who would have thought the white guy would smell it on her.

Lisa arched into him more so he could have better access to her breast. Then Rich plunged a finger into her tight, wet pussy causing her to moan loudly. “You like that,” he said to her neck.

She moaned her agreement.

“You’re so tight and wet for me.” Rich stuck another finger in to join the first and she started to rock against them. “That’s right darling, take what’s yours.”

His words were too much for Lisa, she was about to cum all over his hands. She writhed until he stopped and said, “I want a taste.” His gaze met hers, when he commanded, “Sit on my face.”

Lisa was shocked and began to wonder who this man was and where did the old Rich go? Since they were experimenting, she pulled down her panties, swung her leg over his stomach, and climbed up so her drenched pussy was right over his mouth. Lisa grabbed the bars embedded in the headboard while Rich grabbed onto her thighs. At first, he slowly licked the lips of her pussy and she started to feel self-conscience. She thought she was probably the first black woman he slept with so it would be like tasting food he was not familiar with. In her discomfort with that reality, she snapped, “Look, if you are going to eat, then fucking eat it.”

That got her a slap on the ass, which she actually liked and moaned to show her approval. Rich wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her down on his face. Lisa knew she was not a small girl, so she tried to lean forward in order to not smother him. Rich had other thoughts because he ate her pussy for what felt like hours. She knew she was leaking juices all over his face. At one point, she started to rock on him and he pulled her down further to increase the friction. Lisa had never rode a man’s face that hard before, nor did a guy hold on to her like his life depended on it. Rich finally latched onto her taut little nub and inserted two fingers into her wet canal. The two simultaneous motions made her body tingle with awareness.

“I’m about to cum,” Lisa said breathlessly.

“Yes, let me taste that mocha, baby! Right in my mouth.”

His words did spur her on. She climaxed right in his mouth as he said and she damn near passed out from exhaustion. Rich lapped up every drop, then he lifted her, so she was straddling his bare chest. Lisa’s head was back with her eyes closed because she knew he would be looking at her.

“Look at me.” Rich directed.

He wanted those big brown eyes on him. This was happening and he did not want her to forget it was her and him, not even for one moment. He wanted her to be there and present. Not escaping mentally or trying to be somewhere else. This was finally happening and he wanted her there in every way.

Lisa hesitated and didn’t move, then he rubbed her back and coaxed, “Look at me, darling.”

Why Lisa loved the way he said ‘darling’ or the fact that he was calling her ‘darling,’ made no sense. All she knew was that she liked to hear it, so she looked at him. His gray eyes bore into hers as they stared at each other. Lisa could not identify the vibe that passed between them, but there was a multitude of things that certainly did. The next move had Lisa on her back with Rich on top of her. She noticed how agile he was even with the cast on his leg. Then she figured it had been 5-6 months already, so it probably did not hurt anymore, he just needed to do the rehabilitation. Rich reached into the drawer next to his bed and pulled out a condom. He dropped it on the bed and started to unbuttoned her shirt.

“I have to see those titties. I’ve dreamt about them, but I’ve got to see them.” Once he finished unbuttoning her shirt, he opened her bra and sighed. “Yes, they are even more beautiful than I imagined.” He cupped one and licked the nipple. “Oh God, look at that dark brown nipple, puckering up for me.”

She arched her back so he could take more. He seemed like a kid in a candy store. She guessed this was new for him. He sucked and tweaked at her nipples until they were aching for him to do more. He seemed to be mesmerized by them, which was good, but something else was throbbing between her legs that needed more attention.

“Rich,” she gasped, “come on.”

“Come on, what?” he said between licks.

“Fuck me already!” she exclaimed.

He pinched her nipple and she moaned. “Always busting my balls. You just can’t help it, can you?”

He grabbed the condom and rolled to his back. As he pulled down his shorts, Lisa saw that his cock was not the typical brown she was used to. The shaft and head were a shade of his tan complexion, but also pink/purple. She assumed it was because of the blood that rushed to that area when he was aroused. Rich saw her looking at it and smiled. “If you suck on it, you can get a better view.”

She gasped at him, then smacked him in the chest. He laughed and rolled the condom down his thick shaft. After he had finished, he said, “On another day, I will ride you to sleep, but right now, I need you to bounce that ass on my cock.”

Lisa would have turned red if she was a different complexion. His dirty talk turned her all the way on and he must have known it because he kept it up. She climbed over him, careful of his leg and started to slowly align her pussy on his waiting cock. He grabbed her hips and began to pull her down on him. The head popped in, but the path seemed constricted.

“God, you are so tight.” He said through gritted teeth.

She laughed nervously as the pain increased and said, “It’s been awhile.”

“What happened to Danny?”

“Do you really want to talk about that right now?”

“No!” he said as he pushed in from below.

Lisa moaned and Rich suggested, “Move your hips around until it’s in all the way.”

Lisa obeyed him and swiveled her hips around on his cock. He let her go and just watched the show. Rich begun to gain some purchase, so Lisa kept moving. “That’s right, baby, twirl that ass.”

She put both hands on his chest and leaned up, so she could twist around on his cock while rising up and down too. Rich groaned as he stared at their connection. “Goddamn,” he muttered.

Lisa started to slide up and down on just the head to tease Rich, but he had enough. He grabbed her hips and slammed up into her willing cunt. They both screamed because of the intensity. After the burn had subsided, Lisa put her hands next to Rich’s face on both sides and started to move. She turned her head away from his, but he slapped her ass and said, “You look at me while you fuck me.”