Cartier Cartel (22 page)

fter Cartier and Jason went through a vigorous screening process
to be allowed conjugal visits, which included being tested for any
sexually transmitted diseases, the date was finally set for their first visit. The
prison supplied the tissue, soap, sheets, pillows, towels, and condoms, and
Jason bought the food and sexy lingerie for Cartier.

She couldn't believe how nervous she was. Of course, she wasn't a virgin
and had sex on numerous occasions with different guys, but she and her
husband had never been intimate. The immature side of her wondered what
would happen if she didn't perform well. Will he go back out into the streets and
sleep with other women to satisfy his desires?

The week prior to their conjugal visit, after each shower, Cartier would
apply lotion to her body at least seven or eight times a day. She wanted her
skin to be baby soft when he traced his fingers up and down her body. She
also groomed herself as best as she could by trimming her pubic hair as low
as possible, without being bald. She knew the new craze for women were to
have no or less pubic hair in order to give the man easy access when eating
their pussy.

She smiled to herself. Does Jason eat pussy? It was the first of many
thoughts that jumped in and out of her head. She thought about what
positions he might like as well as positions she used to like. And she couldn't remember the last time she sucked a dick. She thought so much her head
started to hurt.

The prison bus took her to the secluded, yet heavily guarded trailer park
located on the prison grounds. Her trailer was number eight. She arrived at
seven on a Friday and Jason arrived a couple of hours later. When he saw her,
they quickly embraced.

"You smell so good," Cartier commented. He looked so handsome, clean
and crisp. She could tell that he'd gotten a fresh haircut and was wearing new
clothes, but she also detected nervousness. Or was that eagerness? She couldn't
quite put her finger on it.

Jason responded by giving her a deep, sensual kiss. Immediately, his dick
grew hard as he pressed his pelvis into her hypersensitive flesh. His hands began
to explore her shapely body, kneading his fingers into her fleshy buttocks, his
favorite asset on Cartier.

"Take off your clothes," he breathed, in a throaty whisper.

"No.. " Cartier replied, coyly. "Not yet. We gotta wait"

"I've waited all my life for this. I don't want to wait a moment longer."

Cartier wanted to do the traditional romantic, girly thing. She had it all
worked out in her mind. She would cook for him first, set the table, and they'd
eat and tell each other how much they loved one another. Then they would take
a shower together and wash each other off. After the shower, she would put on
something sexy and dance for her man, her husband, and finally, they would
make passionate love.

But it was obvious Jason had other plans.

"What about dinner?" she asked. "I've planned a romantic dinner-"

"Cartier, it's ten o'clock in the morning," Jason emphasized. "I'm not waiting
until dinner to make love to my wife. We're not kids. We're a married couple. We
got the whole weekend to have dinner and I don't know about you, but I want to
spend my weekend making love. I want to leave you fulfilled and drained. I want
my dick to be broken and out of commission until our next visit"

Cartier understood Jason's logic. She thought he had done a great job of
putting things into perspective. Immediately, she dropped down to her knees
and began to unzip his jeans. His dick stood prominently through his Calvin
Klein boxers as her small hands pulled his meaty flesh out. Cartier closed
her eyes tightly and began to nibble gently on the head. As she took him
farther and farther into her mouth, Jason began to moan. His hands guided
her head and encouraged her to take more of him. As Cartier licked, sucked
and nibbled on his penis, she took one hand and began to masturbate. She
was so wet and aroused she wanted Jason to enter her quickly. Instead, he
walked her over to the bed and positioned them in the sixty-nine position.

"Sit on my face," he instructed the novice Cartier. It didn't take her long
to fall into place. She sat on her husband's face and leaned over and continued
to suck his plump dick. The sensations she felt as he ate her pussy were
overwhelming. Cartier began to grind her hips into his face as his tongue
darted in and out. Jason sucked on her clit as if it were his favorite meal.
When he stuck his index finger inside her inflamed vagina, her wet juices
came seeping out. As Cartier began to experience waves of pleasure, she tried
to get up, but Jason wouldn't let her.

"Fuck my face," he encouraged. "This shit feel good, right ma?"

"Yesssss," she purred. "Oh, yesssss!"

"Yes what?" Jason asked and slapped her on her ass. The slap stunned
her, yet it was very naughty and heightened her senses.

"Yes, daddy ... it feels sooooo good," Cartier moaned.

"Tell me when you're gonna cum," Jason instructed.

Cartier felt strong waves enveloping her body and once again, she tried
to get up, but was restrained by Jason. She began to suck harder on his dick
as he concentrated on her clit. As Cartier came in Jason's mouth, he, in turn,
erupted inside her mouth. The sour liquid exchanged by the couple only
brought them that much closer. Exhausted, sweaty, and satisfied, they both
collapsed in each other's arms and just reveled in the moment.

"Did you ever think that we'd be here ... not in this place, but together as
man and wife?"Jason asked.

"No. I never really saw myself with you."

"And why is that?"

"I guess because I thought we were too close as friends to ever cross that
line, you know? Like I didn't ever want to compromise our friendship if it was
only going to be for one night."

"One night? I got you for the rest of your life, so you better get used to
that."

"I think I can do that," Cartier giggled.

Jason hopped out of the hard, full-sized bed and walked to the small
bathroom, naked. Cartier admired her husband's physique. His plump dick
hanging limply, broad shoulders and pillar thighs were extremely sexy. Cartier
said a quick prayer to God thanking Him for bringing Jason into her life. Despite
her circumstances, Cartier still found a reason, or reasons to be thankful.

After Jason relieved himself, he walked back toward the bed, rejuvenated.
His eyes were speaking volumes as he crawled on top of Cartier.

"Now..." he kissed her belly, "that we got that out of the way. Let's make
love."

Jason started at Cartier's feet. He slowlybegan to suck each toe, something
no man had ever done to her. She experienced a sensation she had never felt
before as he took each toe into his warm, wet mouth, and made his way up
between her thighs, and then traced her belly with his tongue. He made his
way to her side and then flipped her over and began to suck and lick the back
of her neck. Gently, he whispered, "I love you...."

Jason continued to baptize her body with slow, sensual kisses as he
traveled back down, and took both his hands and spread her ass cheeks. His
tongue was precise as he licked her anus, another experience Cartier had
never encountered.

After Cartier was moist, he pulled her up and slowly entered her, doggy style. Jason began with slow, steady strokes as he gripped her shapely hips.
As he began to speed up, Cartier had to brace herself on the headboard for
support. As his dick brushed up against her G-spot, Cartier couldn't stifle her
screams of pleasure. From her head to her toes, she was experiencing a tingly
sensation that was foreign to her. Jason's dick had opened her wide and she
moaned her appreciation.

Next, Jason lay on his back and Cartier got on top in the backward cowgirl
position, and rode him until, once again, they both came together.

Just as Jason had asked, they made love throughout the weekend, only
taking breaks to eat and sleep. When the weekend was over, they parted with
huge grins on their faces. As soon as Cartier got back to her cell, she wrote
Jason a letter reliving the weekend.

n her cell every night, Cartier thought about her future with Jason. When
she returned home, she wanted them both to get as far away from the
hood as possible. She wanted Jason to stop selling drugs and for them to
have a family. In less than a year, she'd go back before the parole board, and
hopefully, she'd get released.

She began hearing great things about Atlanta and thought that would
be a good place to start over. But when she mentioned the idea to Jason, and
then Trina, they both vehemently opposed the idea.

"We don't got to run to Atlanta to have a good life," Jason began. "We can
do that right here. We don't know nobody out there and I don't want to go
there to have to come back."

Trina chimed in, "And you know I ain't moving out there. You know what
they say about Atlanta? How am I supposed to find me a man if all the men
out there like men?"

Cartier looked at her mother, who was pregnant with Reggie's child and
shook her head.

"The last thing on your mind should be a man," Cartier said.

"Why? I ain't dead," Trina retorted.

Cartier realized with the two people she loved the most opposing leaving
New York, she had to think of another way to leave the hood. She wanted to
have a game plan, some kind of organization in her life. She didn't want to
come home and feel lost. She knew Trina still had her money, technically, the
Cartel's money, and Donnie's blood jewels. Cartier wanted to feel guilty, but
that was water under the bridge. She couldn't bring back the past. She figured
that she and Jason could put their money together and buy a house. She was
thinking either Long Island or upstate New York.

That next morning, Cartier went to the library and researched homes and
home loans. She told Jason to start building his credit by opening accounts in
his name and paying at least seventy percent of the bills in full each month.
He needed to establish a good credit history.

Diligently, Jason followed Cartier's lead. Meanwhile, she kept house
hunting. She surmised the farther you moved out in Long Island, the cheaper
the homes were. And in upstate, they had nice homes for as cheap as one
hundred grand. Again, she brought the information to Jason and he wasn't
having it.

"Look, that's too much driving just to go see my moms or say what's up to
Wonderful," Jason objected. "You gotta find somewhere closer to the hood."

"If that's the case then, we might as well get an apartment on my block
and live miserably ever after," she countered.

"Stop being dramatic," she replied.

"I'm not but it's like you won't let go," Cartier added. "If you keep it up,
you'll stay stuck, and as your wife, you're going to pull me down with you. We
got the means to get out of the hood. Why are you resisting?"

"Cartier, look, I'm a young dude," he explained, "and I don't want to be
cooped up in the house out in west bubblefuck somewhere. Now if you want
a house I'ma get you that. But I'm not going to sacrifice my fun and games in
the process. That's not what I signed up for."