Between My Thighs: An Urban Erotic Tale (6 page)

Jackie, an associate of mine who was friends with the club owner, rolled with us. Loren and Jackie didn’t click. It wasn’t clear what the beef was between those two, and I didn’t give a damn, I mixed and mingled with the crowd, leaving them behind.

I was getting my dance on when I heard my friend Rick tell his boys he couldn’t wait until they got home. The conversation continued when he said, “I’m going to break you off something fierce.”

I hadn’t known my friend to be gay. Matter fact, he must have swung both ways because he had been sleeping with my girlfriend on and off for a minute. He cut me a peculiar look when he realized his conversation had been overheard.

“You better be glad it was me that heard that shit and not some reporter,” I said.

He already had a case against him from some chick who filed suit against him and five other guys in the league for some drama that took place in Vegas. He just looked at me and smiled. There was no need for words. I heard what I heard, and all that was running through my mind was this mofo was a closet case. He was fine as hell, and it was disappointing, him wasting that dick in some shit.

I hated going to the club with females. If things weren’t looking right for them, they were ready to bounce. Luckily, the clubs in Detroit closed at 2:00 a.m., so we weren’t about to miss anything if we left. Besides, Loren and Jackie were pressed because they weren’t getting any attention from the guys.

I dropped Jackie off at her car and proceeded to Loren’s hotel. I agreed to pick her up for breakfast. I still hadn’t determined for what she was in town in the first place. It wasn’t like something was going on in the city.

As soon as I walked in the house, the phone rang. I grabbed it without first glancing at the caller ID.

“Hello,” I said.

“Hi, what have you been up to?” Dallas asked.

“Working.”

“I heard Loren was coming into town.” Dallas was speaking arbitrarily.

“Yeah. You gave her my number without asking me.”

“I did. You guys seemed to connect while she was here. I didn’t think you’d mind,” Dallas responded.

“What do you want, Dallas?”

“You keep in touch with Troy?” she asked.

“Occasionally. Why?”

“I spoke to him the other day. He was asking me questions, and I was just curious about the conversations the two of you had.”

“Dallas, what the fuck do you want? Since that bullshit you pulled while I was there, I’m not really feeling this friendship. We don’t have anything to discuss.”

“I apologized for what happened. You won’t let that shit go,” she said.

“No, because you’re full of shit. Have been for a long time. I’ve moved on and you should too.”

“Well, I just wanted you to know that I still love Troy and whatever is up—”

“Dallas, stop with the rambling. Troy doesn’t give a fuck about you. He never has. His words, not mine. I’m done fucking with you, bitch. Don’t call me again,” I said.

• • •

By the time I finished my bath, Dorian had called asking to come over. I was sleepy, had to get up early to meet with a client and make breakfast with Loren. When I told him I had an out-of-town guest, he agreed to treat us to breakfast the next morning if I would let him stop by. It wasn’t the offer to buy breakfast that intrigued me but the thought of climaxing without having to pull out my Pocket Rabbit for a quick fix. I could use Dorian to get high, so I invited him over.

I was wearing a teddy that I purchased from Lover’s Lane. It came with a matching thong and thigh highs, which I loved to wear. He loved seeing me in Manolo Blahniks with my attire on. It made his dick hard instantly. When he called and told me he was around the corner, I unlocked the door for him to let himself in.

Dorian opened the door. I was waiting for him with two glasses of wine at the top of the stairs. When he reached me, I poured some of the wine into his mouth, then he kissed me, transferring some of it back to me.

He slid my thong over with his tongue, tasting my pussy inside and out. He licked the lips and sucked my clit until it became swollen and juices flowed from my slit.

Three of his fingers entered my pussy while his tongue circled one of my breasts. He massaged my pussy with one hand as the other penetrated my asshole. That shit made me cum like crazy. I was dripping all over his hand when he licked the shit off, flipped me over, and stuck his dick in my ass.

The benefit of Dorian having a smaller dick was that my ass engulfed it with no resistance. I wasn’t a fan of anal sex, had tried it a couple of times with my high school sweetheart. I would do it though if you caught me in the right mood because the sensitivity in my anal cavity when a nice dick or finger entered it gave me riveting orgasms that were to die for. Dorian discovered that and had been taking advantage of it.

I’d been practicing different techniques on Dorian that I planned to use on Troy. Dorian loved it when I sat on his dick and gave him a reverse ride. He would scratch up my back and gasp for air while I bounced and rotated my hips. That was one of the few positions where I gained satisfaction with him.

After we finished fucking, we lay in each other’s arms. It wasn’t long before Dorian was knocked out. I slipped out of the bed and called Troy.

“Hello. Did I catch you at a bad time?” I asked.

“No. What’s up, girlfriend?” he asked.

“Just thinking of you.”

“I was going to call you but thought it was too late. I have something to tell you,” he replied.

“For the record, you can call me anytime, and what do you have to tell me?” I asked, sounding cheerful like a fat kid with a piece of cake.

“I have my ticket to come see you. I’ll be there the first week of November. I’m going to stay for seven days.”

My heart stopped. We had discussed Troy coming to visit but hadn’t finalized any of it. I was so excited, my pussy was aching just at the thought of having Troy to myself for a week.

“Really? I’m looking forward to it. That’s an awesome surprise.”

“Yeah, I couldn’t wait to see you any longer. I feel like I’m in love with you,” he said.

I couldn’t believe Troy said those words. He was so masculine and dominating. It seemed odd that he felt like he loved me, although the feeling was mutual. To hear it verbalized sent chills down my spine.

“Sometimes, when we spend hours talking on the phone, I think the same thing,” I replied. I played with the thought of awaking to Troy in the morning, to falling asleep with him at night, and to that in-between morning and night sex that comes when you’ve already passed the third round of lovemaking. I was working up a sweat at the reflection.

“E-mail me your itinerary,” I said.

“Should I book a hotel?” he asked.

“Of course not. You can stay with me,” I responded as his phone beeped.

“Well, I have to take this other call, but we’ll speak again tomorrow,” Troy said.

“Alright, Triniman. Have a good evening. Later.”

After we disconnected I sat there smiling. I was thinking about all the things Troy and I could do. There would be no more fucking until Troy came to town. I needed to get Dorian out of my bed. I fell asleep on the sofa.

• • •

The sound of my cell phone vibrating startled me as I awoke from my vivid dream.
That’s strange
, I said to myself, reaching for the phone. I had turned off the cell, yet it sat there blinking with ten missed calls. When I viewed the call log, I didn’t recognize the name Kris. That’s when I realized it was Dorian’s phone that had been ringing all night. I placed it back on the table and returned to the bedroom. Dorian was still there sleeping and hadn’t moved a muscle. That changed when I eased back into the bed. Suddenly, his dick hardened, and he was ready to go another round. Instead of stopping him, I just let him thrust his dick into me because this would be the last time we fucked with Troy on his way.

When we woke up the next morning, I told Dorian that I had picked up his phone mistakenly, thinking it was mine, since we did have the same model. He had this twisted look on his face when he thought I’d answered it.

“You can stop looking like that. I didn’t pick it up,” I said.

“It’s okay,” he replied, relieved.

Dorian was hiding something. His expression gave it away. I had been open and honest with his ass about everything up to this point. He knew about my trip to New York and my relationship with Troy.

“I gotta run,” he said.

“Sure,” I replied, dressing to head to work.

“I’ll hook up with you in a couple of hours, and we can grab breakfast with your friend,” he said.

“No problem.” When Dorian leaned in to kiss me, I turned my head and hurried him out the door. His funky attitude earlier had pissed me off, and whatever his ass was hiding, I intended to find out.

My client was waiting for me at the office. Unlike most new patients, she was thirty minutes early. My assistant Lisa had given her the new-client paperwork, and a pot of coffee was brewing.

“Good morning,” I said.

“Hello,” she replied.

The aroma from the coffee filled the air. I settled in, offered her a cup, and invited her into my office.

“I’m Dr. Howard,” I told her.

“My name is Kristie Johnson,” she said.

“Nice to meet you. What brings you here today?” I asked.

“I’m having marital problems. I think my husband is cheating on me.” Kristie replied.

“What makes you think that?”

“He doesn’t come straight home from work, his cell phone bills go to another address, and when he says he’s working, he isn’t. We have two children together, and most of the time he isn’t there. He has had fidelity issues in the past. I’ve caught him cheating before,” she said.

“Can you supply the details of that incident?”

“The last time I caught him, I actually walked in on him and a lady in our house. He claimed she was over working on a project with him for a business venture he’d started. One thing led to another, he said.”

Kristie appeared to be a professional woman and didn’t display any attributes of paranoia, schizophrenia, or multiple personality disorder.

“And this time?”

“My husband doesn’t drink but lately he’s been coming home smelling like alcohol. He uses it as mouthwash to erase the scent of another woman from his breath, usually when he’s been eating pussy.”

Her comment shocked me slightly. “How do you know this?” I asked.

“Because. That’s the shit he used to do when we first hooked up, gargling with liquor after licking my coochie-coo.”

“Was he involved with someone when you met him?”

“Yes. He was going through a divorce. Listen, I’m not crazy. I’ve been taking medication because I can’t sleep at night. I’m usually up waiting on my husband.”

“Have you shared your concerns with your husband?”

“Not this time,” she said.

“Why?”

“I don’t have enough evidence.” Kristie twisted in her seat, then moved over to the chaise longue that was in my office. She positioned herself until she was comfortable and continued. “My husband suffers from a number of disorders.”

“I would like to back up a moment, if you don’t mind. What do you hope to accomplish by seeing me?” I asked.

“I would like to understand how to deal with my cheating husband,” she said.

“Well, you have a number of options for dealing with him. Has anything specific come to mind?”

“Kill his ass.” She chuckled.

That’s when I grew concerned. Kristie didn’t display characteristics that would make me think she was capable of committing murder, but her comment alone aroused my interest. It was too soon to prescribe medication, without having her prior medical records, but I didn’t want to dismiss her statements.

“I would like to schedule frequent appointments with you to help you get through some of the problems you face,” I told her.

She didn’t have medical insurance but agreed to return for monthly visits.

I sipped on the cappuccino my assistant had given me while completing notes from my meeting with Kristie and waiting for my next patient.

“Dr. Howard, Eva is here to see you,” Lisa announced over the speakerphone.

“Thank you. Please send her in. Hi, Eva. How are you? I asked when she walked in.

“I’m doing better today, doctor.”

“How’s the medicine working for you?”

“It’s made me feel a lot better. A little drowsier than usual.”

Eva had been diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia, a psychotic disorder characterized by withdrawal from reality, illogical patterns of thinking, delusions, and hallucinations, and accompanied by intellectual disturbances typically associated with dopamine imbalances in the brain, defects of the frontal lobe, and genetic factors. She’d been a patient of mine for six months and had improved dramatically since she first came to see me. Eva also suffered from multiple personality disorder, commonly known as MPD. Since I’d been seeing her, I’d been able to reduce the number of personalities she displayed from ten to four.

There was Yvette, the lesbian who always surfaced when Eva experienced problems with her husband. Yvette had been in a relationship with another woman for about a year before her husband realized they were more than friends.

Then there was Mya who saw dead people. She was the oldest personality Eva had. She’d been around since Eva was a child.

Lilly was highly promiscuous and into a number of bondage and dominatrix-type activities. She frequented sex clubs and often engaged in drugs and acts with strangers. She obsessed with recording the acts. When her husband found her stash of videos, they came to counseling together.

A chain of mental illnesses ran in Eva’s family. She even had a couple of violent streaks that we were able to subdue with medication.

“So what brings you here today, Eva?”

“I’m not Eva. I’m Monique,” she replied.

“What happened to Eva? Eva walked through my door, not Monique.”

“Okay, you got me. It’s me Eva,” she said and burst out laughing.

It was days like today when I questioned why I got into clinical psych in the first place. Part of it could be attributed to the fact that in some ways it helped me deal with my own shit.