Fantasy (16 page)

Debra never understood the weather in Orlando. An hour ago the sun shined brightly; now it was pouring rain. When would it stop? Why was it ruining her Saturday night? If she had a man, it would be fine. The sound, smell, feel, and even the sight of rain used to put her in a relaxed and often sexual state of mind. To distract herself, she sipped a little wine. During a brief moment of insanity, she scrolled through the few male telephone numbers in her cell phone. She had deleted most of her old flame’s numbers because she didn’t want temptations during her abstinence kick. Besides, they were
old
flames for a reason— they were no good. If she could get some without dealing with them she would, but there was no way to do that. And she would have to talk to them. What torture that would be. She didn’t feel like hearing the customary I miss yous, the come back to mess, the you’re the best thing to ever happen to mes, or the I didn’t realize what I hads. All she wanted was sex. Couldn’t they understand that? She didn’t want to get back together; she didn’t want to hang out, didn’t want to go anywhere with them—she just wanted sex.
Sex. Sex. Sex.
She loved how the word sounded in her mind. Just like men, sometimes women just wanted sex and nothing else. But if she let them feel the bedroom sting of the Lady Scorpio again, they would assume they were back in her life. They would think it would be a regular thing. That meant more drama and she would end up pissed, especially if she didn’t get off. She set the phone aside; it wasn’t worth it. Being a do-it-yourselfer still had its appeal. Recently she had purchased a new sex toy. It was neon green and it glowed in the dark. Tonight would be a good night to try it out.

Her toy hid on the top shelf of her walk-in closet. She had to stand on her tip-toes to reach it. It looked like it would be fun. She imagined all the things she could do with it. As her mind drifted, Jameer peeked through her blouses hanging on the rack. He was completely naked and fine.

“Peek-a-boo!”
“Oh my god, Jameer! You almost made me piss in my pants.” “Sorry, baby.”
“What are you doing here?”
He came from behind the blouses. “You . . . ”
He kissed her before she could reply. As horny as she was,

she didn’t resist. He moved so fast, she didn’t have time even if she wanted. Their tongues moved wildly, licking each other’s lips, noses, cheeks, chins. They didn’t discriminate.

“Baby, you don’t know how horny I am,” Jameer said. “No, you don’t know how horny
I am
!” Debra’s clothes slid off effortlessly as if her skin were made of Teflon. Jameer took a few seconds to admire her body before lifting her up and pinning her against the closet wall. He was stronger than she had imagined; his body wedged between her legs, his hands under her butt, all of his weight pushing against her. She squirmed when the cool wall touched her naked back, but she heated up quickly.
“Boy, if you don’t hurry up and give it to me, I’m going to, I’m going to . . . ” She didn’t know what she would do, but he had better give it to her. And he did. His manhood burned so hot, he had to extinguish it inside of her—immediately. She squealed when the tip reached her, and moaned when the rest followed. The power in his thrusts along with his guttural grunting was the barbaric savagery that made her curse and scream. Hopefully the neighbors didn’t hear. They might have called the police, thinking she was being assaulted. An assault
was
taking place—a full frontal assault by Jameer. With both arms wrapped around him, she felt the tension in his back muscles flexing and contracting. How he managed to thrust so many times and still have the strength to keep her pinned surprised her. She was speechless. Neither of them spoke, their actions spoke; for them. And how in the world was he hitting her spot every single time? Ecstasy was inevitable. It arrived with the force of a monsoon blowing through her body. Closing her eyes hard, savoring each stroke, she screamed so loud, she may have awakened the entire subdivision. When her eyes opened, she was against the closet wall. Alone, breathing heavy, with her new glow-in-the-dark sex toy in hand.
She shook her head, rubbing the hairs on the back of her neck. “Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.” No longer did guilt plague her mind. She wasn’t ashamed of anything. The Lady Scorpio was a grown woman with grown woman needs. She would satisfy them by any means, fulfilling her desires however she wanted, as many times as she pleased. That’s right. Once she gained her breath, she prepared to let Jameer work his magic again.
On the edge of the bed, she sat twirling her neon toy to a ballad playing on the radio. The Quiet Storm always set the mood. She lit a single aromatherapy candle, placed it in the center of the dresser. It released a mild earthy fragrance that soothed the mind. It added to the ambiance she created. After the rough and rugged session in the closet, her goal was to finish the night in a romantic environment, mellow and cozy. Using her sex toy, she seductively guided it from her lips, to her breasts, abdomen, and finally her inner thighs.
“Mmm, Jameer . . . ” she moaned, summoning him to join her. “I love it when you touch me like that . . . ”
She teased herself with the neon tip while Jameer softly caressed her breasts. Last time he was aggressive; this time he was smooth and sensual. “You look so sexy. I want to watch you,” he said, looking at the sex toy between Debra’s legs.
Biting her lip, she looked at him while standing naked, skin silhouetted by candle light. “. . . You do?”
He put his lips on hers and whispered, “I do.”
She slid to the center of the bed to give herself more room. He moved beside her for a front row seat. Debra placed her neon toy in her mouth and worked her tongue around the tip, down the sides, moaning and cooing as if it were real. The way she cut her eyes at Jameer gave him second thoughts about being in the audience—he wanted to be a part of the show. Every time he reached for her, she playfully smacked his hand.
“No . . . you wanted to watch, so watch me, baby . . . ”
His manhood saluted instantaneously, but sooner or later, he knew, he would be satisfied. So he watched, horny and hard.
And watched.
Gritted his teeth.
And watched.
Now the sex toy had sunken deeper into her moistness. She pleased herself many times before but never felt so aroused. Jameer was the reason. He looked at her liked she was the most desirable object on earth. It had been a while since she’d last felt that way. She thought of him and the mind-blowing things they would do tonight.
Jameer reached for her again.
“Not yet!” She wouldn’t allow him to touch her just yet, so he did the next best thing: touched himself.
“Mmmm . . . ” he sighed, switching his eyes between her face, the sex toy, and the solidness between his legs. He squeezed himself to release the pressure. When he let go, it returned. He looked impatient, couldn’t wait any longer. In quick motions, he began stroking himself to the pinnacle of passion. Debra became as excited watching him as he did her. Her hand flickered between her legs in exact unison with Jameer’s hand. Together they pleased themselves, racing toward sexual nirvana. Simultaneously they expelled liquid lust on their hands and sheets. When it was over, Debra let her toy soak in her juices, imagining it was Jameer, just as she had imagined him being there. But he wasn’t, never had been. It was only soft music, one candle, and a relaxed yet puzzled, Lady Scorpio present.
What’s wrong with me? Why do I keep fantasizing about him?
she questioned herself.
I have to do something about this.

Debra stayed in her office all Monday morning. It gave the appearance of working diligently; however, she spent most of the time with her head in her hands and asking herself question after question:
Do I really want Jameer, or is this a subconscious reaction to being sexless? Why is he in my head? Is this drought worse than I thought? What if my coworkers found out about this? What would they think?
The whole situation had bugged her all weekend, especially after the dream she’d had. Something had to be done. Stopping the meetings with him was the only thing she could think of. As a professional, she felt it was the best thing to do. If he was out of sight, he would be out of mind. She planned on telling him as soon as he came to her office today.

Like clockwork, he walked in at 11:45am.
“Mr. Lovett, about last week . . . I’m sorry about what hap—” He cut her apology short. “Don’t worry about it, Ms. Clark.

How was your weekend?”
“It was okay.”
“Catch up on that sleep you’ve been missing?”
“Not like I wanted to. We need to talk, Mr. Lovett.” “Okay.”
“There’s no need to check in with me anymore,” she said

without hesitation. “You seem to be fitting in with no problem.” “It’s only been a week.”
“I know but . . . I just feel it’s the best thing to do.” Jameer looked suspiciously at her. “Am I missing something?

Is there something you’re not telling me?”
“No, that’s it.”
“Sure?”
She sighed. “Some inappropriate behavior has gone on

between us. I should’ve stopped it immediately.”
“What are you talking about? Are you talking about the
comments I made?”
“Yes. I mean, no. I mean, sort of. Look, if you need help with
anything, let me know. But these meetings aren’t necessary.” “I brought you something.” He handed her a small gift bag. “What is it?”
“Look and see.”
Debra looked in the bag and pulled out a small bottle. “What
is this?”
“Ginseng tea.”
“Ginseng tea? What’s it for?”
“It gives you energy, and it’s good for your mind, body…and
your sex life . . . ”
“Why are you giving it to me?”
“Well, you looked so tired last time I saw you, I figured I’d
help you out.”
She handed the bottle back to him. “Thanks, but no th—” “Keep it. I sure don’t need it. I have plenty of energy and my
sex life is all good!”
“See, that’s the very behavior I’m talking about, Mr. Lovett.
That comment was completely uncalled for.”
“Ah, come on. You’re a grown woman; you can handle it.” “That’s not the point. This is a professional environment.” “You’re human just like me, right?”
“Yes, I am.”
“You get horny just like me, right?”
“Mr. Lovett, that’s enough!”
“Call me Jameer from now on. Now do you or don’t you?” “I have no response for that.”
“Don’t worry. I know you do. I see how you look at me.” Debra sat up in her chair. “What on earth are you talking
about, Mr. Lov—Jameer?”
“We’re not little kids. I don’t care if you look at me. I look at
you too.”
The office seemed to get hotter. Debra took a deep breath. If
there was a way to hide under her desk without looking stupid,
she would. “This conversation isn’t going like I planned . . .” “I see you didn’t deny it. You
do
look at me!”
She stood up from the desk. “You can go now, Mr. Lovett.” “Jameer!”
“You can go now, Jameer.”
“I thought you were the type of woman that could handle her
business. I guess I was wrong.”
“If only you knew . . . ” she mumbled, tuning out everything
he said after that. She floated away to her own world. Understanding what had been happening to her lately was still a
mystery. She liked researching and mystery-solving, but this
was one she couldn’t crack. How did she just let him dominate
the conversation? When it came to men, she controlled the
conversations, she controlled the relationships. The odd thing
was that they didn’t even realize it. That was the key: make them
think they ran the show when, in actuality, she did. Sometimes
being the dominant mate was tiring. Although she would never
admit it to anyone, deep down she wondered how the submissive
role felt. How did it feel to be controlled? She received a quick
taste when Jameer had her fumbling over her words. It made her
uncomfortable. It was also shocking. No man had put her in her
place in a long time. Most were afraid of a “woman’s wrath”.
Jameer didn’t seem fazed. He had a domineering personality that
probably carried over into bed. He probably yelled out commands
like a drill sergeant: Faster! Slower! Left! Right!
What would it
really be like?
Debra wondered as her imagination took over. “Get over here!” Jameer demanded.
“Yes, Jameer, my Nubian king.”
“Take your clothes off. I want to see you naked . . . ” She quickly began removing her clothes. “As you wish
Jameer, my Nubian king.”
“Slower! I want you to tease me.”
Her blouse and skirt were already on the floor, leaving her in
a bra and panties. She unsnapped the back and slid one shoulder
from the strap. She winked at him before slipping out the other
shoulder. Holding the loose bra to her chest, she slowly turned in
a circle.
“Drop the bra!”
Debra did as he said.
“Come here.”
She walked to him.
“Get on your knees.”
“Yes, Jameer, my Nubian ki—”
“Shut up! Did I tell you to speak?”
She nodded her head.
He looked at her while she kneeled before him. He pulled her
forward by her hair.
“Ouchhhh . . . ouch . . . ”
“I said shut up!”
“Yes, Jameer, my Nu—”
“
Shut up!
” He lifted his fist. Debra closed her eyes,
anticipating the worst. Jameer laughed. “Open your eyes; I’m
not going to hit you.” As soon as she opened her eyes, he faked
like he was going to slap her. “Got’cha.” He laughed again.
“You like being on your knees, don’t you?”
She was unsure about what to do. Should she speak even
though he had told her to shut up? If she didn’t obey him, he
might strike her for real. She could ignore him, but that would be
the worse of all the options. There was no telling what he would
do then. “Do you like being on your knees?” he repeated. “Yes, Jameer, my Nubian king.” She quickly bowed her
head, not knowing what to expect.
Jameer opened his legs, grabbed his crotch. “Good, because I
got something for you to do . . . ”
She knew he was speaking of oral sex. All men loved it. She
loved giving it. She rubbed her hands up his thighs and then
reached for his zipper.
“What are you doing? That’s not what I want.” He kicked off
his sneakers. “I want you to lick my feet. Lick them until I’m
satisfied . . . ”
Debra froze. In all her sexual encounters, she had never
licked a man’s feet. She was always on the receiving end—
plenty men licked and sucked her feet but she was never a giver.
And he had been walking around in those shoes all day! His feet
were undoubtedly sweaty, musty, and just nasty. Oh well. Her
job was to please him. With that thought, she lifted his left leg,
rolled off his sock, and raised his foot to her mouth. He actually
had pretty feet for a guy. Starting from the ball of his heel, she
licked toward his pinky toe, and then worked across the others,
sucking, and licking like he’d commanded.
“Suck them good, too! Don’t stop until I say so!” His hand
was inside of his pants while he watched her. It wasn’t as bad as
she thought. His reaction made her want to do it more. Ironically, being submissive made her feel powerful. She controlled his pleasure, his responses, and all his involuntary facial expressions and sounds. “Oh, baby . . . oh . . . girl . . . ” he moaned. He
sounded like a baby.
Debra smiled devilishly.
“What’s so funny?” Jameer asked. The sharpness of his voice
snapped her out of her fantasy world.
“Nothing, Jameer, my Nu—nothing.” She took a sip of Pepsi
because it was something else to focus on—not because she was
thirsty.
“So you’re serious. We’re done?” Jameer asked. “No more
meetings?”
“Correct.”
“Can you do me one favor?”
“What is it, Jameer?”
“For once will you look me in the eyes when you talk?” “Um…sure…okay.” She felt tiny beads of sweat forming on
her forehead. She looked him directly in the eyes, but no words
left her mouth. All of her previous fantasies came to the front of
her mind. “I . . .” she sighed. “I . . . I have a lunch meeting to
attend.” She didn’t wait for him to leave before getting her things. He caught her arm as she walked by. “You’re cute when
you’re nervous.”
“Who said I was nervous? And let go of my arm!” He pulled her hand to his nose. “You smell so good. I love a
woman that smells good . . .” He moved her hand across his
torso. Debra wondered if his penis was as hard as his chest. She
almost drifted into another fantasy with him standing right there,
but she caught herself.
“Jameer, this is—”
“Shhhhh . . . ”
She felt the bulge through his jeans when he pulled her
closer. The mystery was solved; his penis was definitely just as
hard as his chest. Her hormones leaped inside as if lit by fire.
Her mind raced.
What if someone walks in?
“You sure you want to stop meeting?” He spoke firm and
seductively, purposely breathing in her face. His breath smelled
like the cinnamon gum he was chewing.
“Th . . . This is wrong. This shouldn’t be hap . . . ” He kissed her. Three months of suppressed desires were
unleashed. Fantasies created in her mind were becoming a
reality. No more wondering if Jameer Lovett was the real thing.
He was. When his lips touched hers, she knew. They felt as
though they were specially designed, molded and crafted for
hers; their touch, feel—everything seemed perfect. He tasted
like a rare delicacy that only she could eat.
What am I doing?—
oh, forget it,
she thought
,
ending her resistance.
Gripping the side of his head, she whispered in his ear. “You
a sexy nigga; you know that?” It felt good finally letting it out.
No more secrets. No more hiding her feelings.
Jameer’s eyes widened. He never heard her talk that way. It
sounded strange and unbelievably sexy at the same time. From
the waist down, it electrified his body. Bolts of excitement and
disbelief shot from his toes to his thighs. He was actually about
to hit it. In only a week of knowing her, he was about to bang
Ms. Clark’s brains out. Wait until his homeboys heard about
that—true playa status for life. “I knew you wanted me!” “Unh huh . . . ” She shoved half of her arm down his pants
before she reached the tip of his manhood. She squeezed it and
smiled. It was big just like in her fantasies. Leaning into him;
she licked inside his ears and down his neck, and collarbone. He
responded by dropping his jeans and boxers and reaching
underneath her skirt for her panties.
“Wait!” She fumbled through her purse, pulled out a condom
she’d had for over three months. Jameer grinned. There was no
turning back. They kissed sloppily as she backed him up against
the leather swivel chair. He sat down looking up at her while she
stood in front of him. His pants and boxers were crumpled at his
ankles. Her panties were somewhere; she had just slung them
across the room.
Quickly hiking up her skirt, she eased in his lap with her back
facing him. He was glad her wardrobe consisted of mostly skirt
because it made things easier. Immediately he began exploring
between her legs with his fingers. She was so wet, her juices
dripped down his knuckles. He looked at his hand in awe because he had never seen anything like it. He continued enticing her with
his fingers until she was unable to withstand it any longer. “I want it in me!” She said through clenched teeth, reaching
for him, barely allowing time to put on the condom. “I want it
right now!” She lifted her moist rump above his lap before
making a smooth landing. “Eeeuaaaaah,” she moaned, loving
the heat she had been missing for months.
He held her by the waist while she rose up and snapped down
on him. She was so wet, so warm, and it felt so, so good, he
knew he wouldn’t last long. Her nipples pressed against her
blouse and pointed straight toward the wall. He caressed them
from behind. As she rocked in his pelvis, Jameer leaned her
forward; he made sure she took all of him. She felt the heat in
her stomach and chest.
What the
? Was it in her throat too? She
inhaled through her mouth because her nose couldn’t take in air
quick enough. To make sure her mouth didn’t dry out, she rolled
her tongue between cheeks to keep saliva circulating. Being on him was like riding a roller coaster at Islands of
Adventure. She decided if she were to get caught, she should at
least get ultimate enjoyment. Now she wanted to face him, see
the pleasure she gave. She quickly got up, turned around, hiked
her skirt again, and returned to her perch.
He gripped her butt hard, locking her in place in his lap. She
loved it. He loved it. The sloshing sound of latex and wet flesh
excited both of them. With his left leg, he spun the chair around
in a circle. She concentrated on keeping rhythm and balance
while the office swirled.
Around.
Around.
“I’ll-make-your-head-spin, baaaaby,” he said, pulling her
hair. When the chair stopped, he spun it around again. Despite lightheadedness and an unbalanced equilibrium, Debra
kept grinding closer toward the moment of complete ecstasy.
“Ohh . . . mmm, sp-spin it . . . unggghhh, spin it, niggaaa . . . ”
She gripped his neck with her fingernails while her body jerked.
Being dizzy, horny, and sweaty was an orgasm-inducing
sensation. Her muscles loosened and relaxed as the juices flowed.
She felt him throbbing within her. It wouldn’t be long before he got his too. He spun the chair around again while she grinded
harder than ever. That was it.
“Owwwhooah . . .” He exploded with such force, his lower
muscles hurt. His shoulders buckled as if sneezing. His eyes
rolled to the right as the swivel chair came to a complete stop. Reality hit Debra as soon as he went limp. As if in a hypnotic
trance, she got up, fixed her skirt, and found her panties sitting
on the electric pencil sharpener. Jameer was slumped in the chair
with his eyes barely open. He finally caught his breath enough to
toss the condom and pull his pants up over his sweaty legs. “Whew!” He watched Debra fix her clothes until she was
presentable. If she weren’t there, he would have patted himself
on the back for a job well done—even though she had done most
of the work. His homeboys would definitely hear about the
chair, and how he spun her around, made her climax while she
was dizzy. And how soaking wet she was. He wished he had a
camera phone. They probably wouldn’t believe him otherwise. Debra’s arms hung by her sides like lead rods. She looked
depressed. Why did she have to be such a Scorpio? She’d
broken her no-casual-sex rule for a ten-minute quickie in her
office? Was she that weak? It wasn’t even great—okay, but not
great. What would happen now? The whole thing with Jameer
was a huge mistake. She couldn’t imagine what repercussions
lay ahead. “You need to get out of here. I have a meeting at
12:30,” she said.
He buckled his belt. “Yeah . . . ”
“Before you go. Can we talk for a minute?”
Jameer sighed. He knew every time a woman wanted to
“talk”, it usually wasn’t good. He figured something was wrong
but didn’t care to find out what. He was still shocked that she’d
even gotten involved with him. Now his ego was bigger than
ever. If this never happened again, it didn’t matter; he already
got his.
“Okay, let’s talk.”
She sat down behind her desk. “Well . . . this was wrong from
the beginning. None of it should’ve happened. I can’t express
how ashamed I am.”
“Why?”
“. . . Because as your high school guidance counselor, it’s my