He's Just A Friend (22 page)
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Authors: Mary B. Morrison
CHAPTER 31
S
aVoy had managed to remain neutral, having two friends that didn't know and didn't like one another very well. She'd told Fancy to come over. Somehow Tyronne was in the neighborhood, and had called, so she invited him over, too. She was glad Tyronne didn't stay upset with Desmond. Desmond was wrong. But Tyronne was wrong, too.
aVoy had managed to remain neutral, having two friends that didn't know and didn't like one another very well. She'd told Fancy to come over. Somehow Tyronne was in the neighborhood, and had called, so she invited him over, too. She was glad Tyronne didn't stay upset with Desmond. Desmond was wrong. But Tyronne was wrong, too.
SaVoy greeted Fancy at the door. Fancy arrived wearing a red suede skirt, a waist-cut sweater that displayed her navel piercing, and knee-high suede boots.
“Girl, don't you think you need to clean up,” Fancy said, looking around the living room, then peeping into the kitchen.
Four clean plates were on the family room table along with a few glasses and silverware. Fancy put every dish away, then sat on the sofa.
“Fancy, you know we only use our living room for special occasions,” SaVoy said, pointing toward the family room. “Let's go.”
“Oh, live a little. You can't take it with you. Somebody needs to use this beautiful designer furniture. Besides, I can't sit on those cover-ups in the family room. My suede will get scuffed.”
Maybe this was a special occasion. Fancy seldom came inside, so SaVoy sat on the love seat while Fancy continued lounging on the sofa.
“So, how are you?” SaVoy asked.
“Fine, except I don't have any money to pay my October rent next month.” Fancy smoothed her hand over her hair down to the ends that stopped above her protruding nipples.
“So, what are you going to do?” SaVoy asked.
“Well, I was hoping you could help me out.”
SaVoy knew Desmond had paid Fancy's rent several times and now he was worried about having enough money for law school, especially if he accepted an out-of-state offer. “How much do you need?”
“Two thousand dollars.” Fancy picked up the
Essence
magazine and slowly turned the pages.
Essence
magazine and slowly turned the pages.
“Fancy, if this is a temporary solution, I can loan you money one more time. But if you're going to have a problem paying next month's rent too, maybe you should considerâ” The doorbell interrupted SaVoy. She stood and looked at Fancy, and continued, “âmoving in with us. We have a guest bedroom. But you can't have your men in and out of here.” SaVoy peeped through the hole and opened the door.
“Hey, woman. What's up?”
“Just talking with Fancy. Come in.”
Fancy rolled her eyes as Tyronne sat on the opposite end of the couch and clasped his hands.
Fancy looked at SaVoy and said, “Girl, I met Wellington Jones the other day at the JaHva House. I tried gettingâ”
Tyronne interrupted, “SaVoy, get me something to drink, baby, please, I'm thirsty.” Tyronne motioned for SaVoy to come closer. He kissed her lips, then said, “Baby, I got the money to start my business.”
“Fancy, you want something to drink?” SaVoy asked, sensing the tension building between Fancy and Tyronne.
Fancy rolled her eyes at Tyronne. “Excuse me, I believe we were having a conversation before you came in.”
“Tyronne's just kidding. He's trying to agitate you, Fancy,” SaVoy said, placing a glass of fresh lemonade in front of Tyronne.
“No, I'm not,” Tyronne said.
“Girl, he probably stole the money. Nobody in their right mind would give him a loan.”
“Fancy, that's enough. Look, I'll call you,” SaVoy said. “We can continue our discussion later.”
Fancy quickly turned toward SaVoy and said, “I know you're not choosing thisâ”
SaVoy frowned.
Tyronne spread his legs, put his hand behind his head, and lay back, looking at Fancy. “Is Miss Kitty's open today? I know a few executives who could splurge on a bed and breakfast.”
SaVoy slapped Tyronne's knee. “You two cut it out! This makes no sense.”
“Thug bitch ass nigga.” Fancy got up in Tyronne's face.
SaVoy jumped from the love seat and eased between them, facing Fancy, and said, “Fancy, you need to leave my house. Tyronne is a king. My king. And our relationship does not require your acceptance or approval.”
“What drugs are you on? I know you're not choosing this . . . him over me,” Fancy protested, pointing her finger in Tyronne's face.
SaVoy backed Fancy up several steps. “No, I'm not.” SaVoy escorted Fancy and opened the door. “You are. I'll call you later.”
“Don't bother. The only reason you go to church so much is to find a man and since you couldn't find a decent one at church you fucked the soda boy.”
“You're still welcome to go to church with me anytime. Bye, Fancy.” SaVoy closed the door. Most businessmen had some form of religion. If Fancy weren't so stubborn, she could meet lots of them at SaVoy's church. Fancy had so many issues, SaVoy knew not to take her seriously.
“I'm glad you put that ho out. She's the type of female that makes a man just wanna slap her in the mouth. Next time she puts her finger in my face, I'mma break it off.”
“Oh, no! I'm not going to listen to you talk bad about Fancy. As much as I love you, Fancy is still my friend and I will not give up on her. Just like I didn't give up on you.”
“Wait one minute. What are you talking about?” Tyronne mimicked SaVoy, “Like you didn't give up on me.”
“Tyronne, I know you're seeing other women. It's obvious you're sleeping with 'em, too.” SaVoy knew because Desmond had told her, but how she knew was irrelevant.
Silence chilled the air. SaVoy wanted Tyronne to say it wasn't true. She wanted him to hold her. To make her feel secure instead of afraid. Afraid he'd leave.
Tyronne opened the door and said, “I call you later. Peace.”
What the hell just happened? Two of her closest friends just left her home. Both of them upset. Neither apparently cared enough at the moment to acknowledge her feelings. Not really knowing where to go, SaVoy grabbed her jacket and left the house, too.
CHAPTER 32
F
ancy lounged on her love seat. She'd passed her exam the first time. Some of the other people she'd spoken with had already taken the test several times. Fancy couldn't understand how they failed. Everything that was on her pretest was also on the actual test. Some of the financing problems she knew the answers to before she finished reading the questions.
ancy lounged on her love seat. She'd passed her exam the first time. Some of the other people she'd spoken with had already taken the test several times. Fancy couldn't understand how they failed. Everything that was on her pretest was also on the actual test. Some of the financing problems she knew the answers to before she finished reading the questions.
“I don't need any of them. Desmond. Mandy. Harry. Caroline. Byron. SaVoy.” Fancy wondered what had happened to Tanya. William was ruder each time Fancy had called. The last time he said, “Tanya's busy and don't call back because she'll be busy then, too.”
Now that Fancy didn't have a date and no place to go, she realized she was so caught up in her own drama, she'd forgotten all about Tanya. “What the hell.” Fancy leaned toward the coffee table and picked up the cordless and dialed Tanya's number.
She waited for the phone to ring. No ring was heard so Fancy said, “Hello.”
“Hey, you.”
Fancy recognized the voice, smiled and said, “Who is this?”
“Byron. Can you forgive me? I acted like a jerk.”
“Me too, I guess,” Fancy said.
“So can I pick you up in, say, about an hour?”
“Okay, I'd like that.”
“Don't get all dressed up. I just want to go someplace where we can walk and talk.”
“Okay, that's fine.”
Fancy showered, curled her hair, slipped into her lime-green jogging suit and stroked on her red lipstick. When she heard the doorbell, she opened a bottle of her best perfume. Quickly she debated on whether to dab on the perfume, fearing it might attract insects. She recapped the bottle and tossed it into her purse.
Byron looked wonderful. His smile warmed her heart.
“Hey, gorgeous.” He wrapped his arms around her.
The first thing Fancy noticed was that Byron wasn't driving her car. “Hi.” She hugged Byron longer than Desmond usually hugged her.
“How about we go to
my
place, have lunch, then have fun working it off, and then watch the sunset from the mountains over the Golden Gate Bridge?”
my
place, have lunch, then have fun working it off, and then watch the sunset from the mountains over the Golden Gate Bridge?”
“Sounds like you've given this a lot of thought. As long as we're together, I'm game.”
Byron's place was redecorated with vibrant-colored flowers. “What are these?” Fancy asked, admiring the fuchsia and white ones and wondering if another woman had arranged the flowers. Byron didn't seem the same and Fancy realized she wasn't in love with him anymore. Maybe she never was.
“Orchids. My favorite. Every fall I travel to orchid shows throughout the Bay Area. And I only purchase the winners. So every orchid you see is the best in the bunch. Like you,” Byron added.
Fancy sat on the sofa and Byron sat next to her. He held her hand, massaging her fingers. Did she ever really know Byron? She wanted to apologize for showing up at his sister's house.
Byron said, “Do you know how a woman can strip away a man's pride and dignity?”
Fancy shook her head. “No.”
Byron stood and led her to his bedroom.
“Wow.” Fancy covered her mouth. “This is beautiful.”
Byron hungrily kissed her. She didn't deny him as he undressed her, then he undressed himself. Their bodies began to sweat.
“Turn over,” Byron said, easing on a condom.
He entered her rectum.
“Slow down, baby, we don't have to rush. You're hurting me.”
“I missed you so much, Fancy.” Byron stroked deeper, then pulled himself out. He tore a fresh condom open with his teeth, rolled off the old one, and slipped on a new condom. Clearly, Byron wasn't taking any chances on making a baby. His huge dick felt wonderful entering Fancy's vagina doggie style. Byron took his time. He slapped her ass, then pulled her hair.
Fancy grabbed his hand and said, “Not the hair.” Her weave tracks were loose enough. “Let me ride him, Daddy.”
Byron lay on his back as Fancy mounted him. She eased down until it felt like Byron's head touched her stomach. Fancy licked her fingers and squeezed his nipples. She massaged her clitoris and continued teasing his nipples, alternating from nipple to nipple. She moaned. Byron grunted.
“Ooh, yeah, baby. I missed my pussy. She feels so warm. Let me taste her. Bring her to Daddy.”
Fancy eased her pussy over Byron's lips, removed his condom, and started sucking his head. Byron reached over to his nightstand. Fancy watched him as he picked up a string of dime-size pearls. Byron licked and sucked her clit, simultaneously easing one pearl at time into her rectum.
“Oh, that feels good, Daddy. Give me another one.”
Byron eased another pearl inside her and continued sucking her clit. Then he entered another and another and stopped, but continued eating her pussy. He reached over to the nightstand again and retrieved another string of quarter-size pearls. Byron slowly inserted the pearls into her vagina while sucking the juices from her clit.
Byron sucked continuously. Fancy couldn't hold back any longer. When she started cumming Byron slowly removed both strands, one pearl at a time. One from her rectum. Then one from her vagina. His mouth now covered her clit and shaft. When the last pearls were released Byron tossed them to the floor, slipped on a condom, and fucked her doggie style again.
“Whose pussy is this? Whose pussy is this?” Byron asked repeatedly, while Fancy thrust backward, bracing her hand against the headboard to keep from cumming and becoming unconscious.
Fancy kept on fucking without answering Byron. He slapped her ass until he started cumming. Byron pulled out, snapped off his condom, and came all over her ass.
Fancy collapsed in Byron's arms. That was not lovemaking. That was sex. Fancy dozed off and woke to KBLX playing in her ear. It was six o'clock.
“You gotta go somewhere?” Fancy asked.
“We've gotta go somewhere. We have to catch the sunset, remember?”
“My bad. That's right.”
Fancy sleepily made her way to the shower. Byron showered in the other bathroom.
Byron drove along 101 and exited at San Francisco. He drove up the hillside and parked at the very end. A few cars were parked in the area. They hiked up the hill and sat on a bench overlooking the Golden Gate Bridge. Watching the sunset was beautiful, but with each setting the air became colder. Byron sat in silence like he was meditating. Fancy wondered why all she thought about was Caroline.
Now it was so dark visibility was about six feet. Fancy retrieved a miniature flashlight from her purse and squeezed the sides. “You ready? I'm getting cold.”
Byron's eyes were glazed. He kissed her lips. His hands massaged her neck. Then he started choking her.
“Hey, you're hurting me. Let go.”
Byron's hold became tighter. “Remember when I asked you, âDo you know how a woman can strip away a man's pride and dignity?' and you said no?”
“Gawk.”
Fancy tried inhaling through her mouth but couldn't.
Fancy tried inhaling through her mouth but couldn't.
Byron kissed her face. She felt her flesh oozing between his fingers. Fancy punched as hard as she could. Her eyes started bulging. Fancy felt like she was going to die on that hill and she didn't know why.
“Well, let me tell your sorry ass so you won't make the same mistake twice. The way a woman strips away a black man's pride is to call the fuckin' cops.”
Fancy's body weakened. Her arms grew tired of fighting and now dangled by her sides.
“I spent the fuckin' night in jail because your sorry ass reported my car stolen. If I didn't hate that night in jail so much, I'd toss your ass off this cliff.”
Byron shoved Fancy on the bench and left her there. She was too weak to yell or cry. Fancy sat on the bench until the sun started to rise. She found her purse and retrieved her cell phone.
Fancy whispered, “Dez, I need you.”
“Fancy?” Desmond paused then said, “I'm busy. I'm at Carlita's. What's wrong? Where are you? I can't come right now.”
Fancy struggled to make her words clear. “I'm stranded on the hilltop over the Golden Gate Bridge.” Fancy rubbed her neck and felt broken flesh and crumbled particles. Her cell phone beeped, signaling her battery was dangerously low.
Fancy felt her eyes fluttering. “Dez, hurry up. Golden Gate Bridge. Hilltop.” Fancy's arm collapsed, sending her phone crashing to the ground.
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