PullMyHair (3 page)

A down and dirty fight.

She was mad as hell and wanted to let him know everything
about him that was pissing her off. Her anger escalated his.

“Damn Greg, I used to come first…what happened?” She looked
up at him with raw emotion on her angry face. “It used to be that you didn’t
put anything…or anyone before me,” she said with dejection. The slump of her
shoulders instantly brought his anger to a low simmer.

He turned her into his arms and hugged her close.
“Sweetheart, you do come first. You always have, but…”

She eased out of his arms.

“Just go.”

“Damn it! Everything I do is for you, Liza! Every damn thing
and you don’t appreciate a fucking thing!”

“Just what the hell is that supposed to mean?” she yelled
back, her voice rising to octaves beyond anything she’d ever accomplished.

“It means just that! I work and try to give you the things
you want, the things you obviously need to make you happy and it’s never good
enough. It makes me wonder why you married me in the first damn place.”

“I can’t believe you’re saying something like that. All I’ve
ever wanted was my husband. I never asked for the rest! You wanted them more
than I did! All I’ve ever asked for was a husband who loved me.”

“That, and a nice Mercedes,” he shot back.

When she stared at him, tears gathering in her eyes, chest
heaving, he reached out to pull her into his arms. She neatly avoided his arms
and spun around and the look in her eyes gave him pause.

“If that’s all you think I want, a fucking Mercedes, after
seven years of marriage, than we’re in more trouble than I thought.”

Their harsh breathing was the only sound in the large,
bright kitchen for long moments. He felt at a total loss. It felt as though
something precious was slipping from his grasp.

He kissed the back of her head once again. “I’ll be home
soon, baby,” he said and left her standing in the kitchen, head low, body
turned away from him.

He loved her so much. But there wasn’t anything he could do
about their situation right now.

His heart ached to see her even the smallest bit sad. He’d
make it up to her as soon as he could. Greg glanced down at his watch and
hurried to the garage. He opened the door of his SUV and climbed inside before
reversing out the circular driveway.

His thoughts turned to the case and the shitload of work he
needed to complete in order to get back home to take care of his wife.

Liza felt the slight kiss to the back of her head and had
wanted to turn around and straight smack his face.

How the hell did he do that? Act sweet and loving, sexy as
hell and then leave her as though everything was cool? Like he hadn’t just
caught her completing
his
job and obviously didn’t feel the least bit of
guilt about it! And the heated words they’d exchanged…

Liza slammed the door to the refrigerator with her hip after
grabbing a small container of light yogurt from the shelf. She picked up a
spoon from the silver drawer, pulled back the silver aluminum foil cover and
sunk the spoon in the middle of the yogurt.

There was nothing like a Yoplait peach blend smoothie to
calm the savage beast. As she slowly licked the spoon she thought over what she
could possibly do to get her husband to act the way he used to.

Back when she came first in his life.

This morning’s fiasco starkly highlighted just how bad
things were. There was a time when all she had to do was shake her ass a
little, and horny dog that he was, he’d drop whatever he was working on and
come panting and sniffing behind her, follow wherever she led.

Most times she barely was able to keep him calm enough to
make it to the bedroom. She gave him a look and that was all it took.

Just one damn look.

She’d run from him to give it just that much more of a
thrill.

The thrill of the chase always did it for the both of them.
She’d race away only to get caught within a few yards of her start point. He allowed
her that much.

He’d then flip her around and the look in his eyes had given
her pause and she swore at the time her heart skipped a beat.

He looked so big and overwhelming as he towered over her.
He’d tell her to drop down on all fours and with her heart beating loudly in
her chest she’d do exactly what he demanded.

Dropped to the damn floor.

What happened after was her first journey into playing the
subservient role with Greg. Letting him tell her what to do and when to do it
with their sex play.

Shit.

It had been so long since she’d played the
game
that
she felt like howling. This morning she’d had it all planned out, knew just
what to do to get him ready, prepare him for what
she
wanted him to do
to her.

She sighed.

No use in crying over what happened. Or better still,
what
didn’t
happen.

She licked the spoon after polishing off the last of her
yogurt before she tapped the lever on the small chrome trashcan and one-hand
dunked the empty container.

She shoots, she scores… she needs a damn life.

Liza turned on the small Bose radio that was mounted under
one of the cabinets, determined to dance off the blues.

Music always did that for her.

No matter how sad, angry, disappointed or whatever she felt,
she could always turn to music to force her out of her dour mood. She quickly
found the station she needed.

That was the other thing she required.

She needed just the right music depending on the situation.
This
situation required hard beating rock or rap. And she found what she needed when
one of her favorite female artist’s hard pounding lyrics came belting out of
the small powerful speakers.

Bet it tastes like candy…melts in my mouth just
like…chocolate candy…

She danced around the kitchen, folding dishtowels, thinking
how much she missed how good Greg tasted in her mouth. His cock was absolutely
perfect. Long and thick, and perfectly curved.

I love the way you work that magic stick baby…working it and
working it and working it.

Just thinking of the way he worked her pussy with his
magic stick made her grow wet and wanting.

…The more I fall in love with you, the more I get scared…the
way you work your magic stick baby, the more it gets scary…don’t stop, please
just keep on working it…just keep working me…

Liza dropped the dishcloth and sat down heavily in the
chair, all temporary joy leaving her as she sat gloomily staring at her
ceiling.

With its beautiful customized tile.

That symbolized everything she
thought
she wanted.
Wealth, success…and no more damn welfare.

She sighed and picked up the phone to call her friend,
Karina.

* * * * *

“Give me a break
,
Liza, you’re my best friend. That’s what friends
are for,” Karina told her after taking a sip of her herbal tea.

Liza had called her friend and with hesitancy asked if she’d
mind having lunch with her at her favorite café. Her treat.

“You just said the two magic words, girlfriend. The Trio
café and your treat. Honey, I’ll meet you there in twenty…” her friend’s voice
trailed off and the phone was muffled. Liza heard Karina’s crazy giggling in
the background, along with her new husband Cooper’s deep voice. A minute later
she came back on the phone. “…um how ‘bout I meet you there say around noon?”

Liza laughed and agreed and now they sat in the lively café
waiting for their salads to arrive. Liza felt bad about pulling Karina away
from her husband on a Sunday, but she was desperate.

“Thanks for having lunch with me
;
Kari, I love
you for spending a little time with me. At least you care.”

“What in the world? That’s a given
,
Liza! What’s
wrong? Trouble with Greg?” Karina guessed and sat back as the waiter placed
their salads in front of them.

Liza caught the way Karina glanced over the man’s shapely
rear end in tight black traditional waiter wear. “Married for less than a month
and already have a case of the wandering eye?” She raised an eyebrow at her
friend and stifled her smile.

“What? No way, girl! But umm…he does have a nice butt you
have to admit, Li!” Both women laughed.

Liza loved the way marriage and happiness had helped blossom
Karina into a more confident woman. She was definitely more comfortable with
the sensual aspect of her nature since she’d met and married her husband,
Cooper.

Good sex and happiness did that for a woman.

And judging by the cloud of sexual satisfaction that clung
to Karina like a cheap suit, she was one happy chick.

Liza
refused
to feel jealousy for Karina. Karina
deserved to be happy.

Even though she herself was miserable as hell.

She sighed. “I don’t really know what’s happening between me
and Greg. I’m not sure where to start,” she admitted as she squeezed lemon on
her leafy salad greens.

“Start at the beginning. You always tell me to think about
it before acting. Of course, had I listened to
tha
t bit of advice a few
months ago…” Karina’s voice trailed off and she laughed.

“Okay, so I was wrong
one
time. But I’m glad I was.
You and Cooper deserve each other. He’s a good guy. And that man loves you to
death, girl.” Liza gave her friend a half smile in response.

Karina had met her Cooper and they’d had a true whirlwind
courtship. Liza had blasted her friend when she’d called
her
on a Sunday
morning to talk, only to find out that Karina had met a man at her temporary
job in Macy’s gift wrapping department the day before and after knowing him for
less than a day, she’d taken the man in the employees lounge and allowed him to
sex the hell out of her.

And if that wasn’t enough, Karina had then taken him home
where they’d engaged in marathon sex like something straight out of a porn
movie!

Liza had been utterly amazed. Karina was so shy around men
and for her to sleep with a total stranger was unreal to Liza. For a while she
thought someone else had taken over her friend’s body akin to a body snatchers
movie.

Liza had been afraid for her friend and had cautioned
her…well she’d actually cussed her out…about sleeping with a stranger. It was
too irresponsible, she’d told her. She’d get hurt. He probably didn’t have the
same intention that Karina had. It was only a one-night stand. Don’t expect too
much. Don’t get caught up.

Well…not only had Karina gotten “caught up”, she was caught,
spun around and loved every minute of it.

Cooper had fallen in love with Karina just as her friend had
with him. Within a few short weeks of dating he’d asked her to marry him and
they were married a month later.

“So what’s going on, Li?” Karina brought her attention back
to the problem at hand. If she didn’t watch herself, she’d be just like Karina,
daydreaming about everything but the situation at hand.

“Greg and I don’t click anymore,” she said with a sigh as
she stirred the sweetener in her ice tea.

“What do you mean you don’t click? In what way? Sexually?”
Karina asked and took a healthy drink of her already sweetened tea.

“Sexually, mentally, pretty much all the—’llys,’ Liza
admitted on a sigh.

“Have you spoken to him about it? What does he think?”

“I tried doing that. Girl, it was awful.” Liza felt the
threat of tears and tried her best to keep them at bay, but was suddenly
overwhelmed. She picked up her napkin from her lap and quickly dabbed at her
eyes.

Karina hated when Liza did that. Start to open up and then,
ashamed…turn away. After over twenty years of friendship, it should be obvious
to her that Karina loved her! Karina thought
she
was supposed to be the
reserved one out of the pair.

But actually, Liza was the one with the bend toward being
reserved.

It was high time Liza started to understand that she needed
to open up, and not just with her, but with her husband also.

“Liza, what happened? Girl, it’s me. If you can’t tell your
best friend about it, who the heck can you tell?” she asked and reached across
the table to take her friend’s hand in hers. “Seriously. You should know this.”

Liza took a deep breath and tightened her fingers in her
hand. “I know, Kari. It’s not that I don’t want to share. I’m just not sure how
to.”

“Greg’s too busy at work to give up the goodies?” Karina
asked straight-faced and Liza choked on her tea.

“Why would you say that?” she asked as she wiped the tea
dribble from her chin.

It was actually kind of funny to Karina to see her perfectly
coiffed, manicured friend spit ice chunks and tea. But she knew better than to
laugh. Laughing was a surefire way to garner a cuss out from her friend.

Liza played the role of sophisticated socialite to a T. But
they’d grown up in the same neighborhood. Karina knew the
real
deal.

They’d met in kindergarten and had attended the same
Catholic School,
Mary Magdalene
.

Karina had been raised by her mother as well as her
grandmother. Her grandmother had wanted to send her only grandchild to a school
outside their local district because she wanted the best for her. At the time,
the neighborhood school had left a lot to be desired and her grandmother had
been determined to send her somewhere where she’d receive a good education.
She’d worked a second job in order to pay for the tuition for the private
school.

Liza had also attended
Mary Magdalene
, but had been
given a grant to attend the private school as a part of an education pilot
program that selected a handful of inner city children and paid for them to
attend private school.

No one but Karina had known that Liza had attended the
school on grant.

She and Liza had bonded as only two children could who
shared a common heritage and were in an environment where they were the
minority. The bond was strengthened when Liza would spend the nights with Kari
and her small extended family of grandmother and mother. She and Liza had grown
up treating one another more like sisters than friends.

Back in those days, although Liza studied hard and did well
in school, she was a little rough around the edges. She had a mouth like a
sailor and was quick to cuss out anybody who messed with her.

Didn’t matter if it was a teacher, a nun, priest or
principal. Liza didn’t care. She let them all know how she felt!

It had taken years of self-discipline for Liza to emerge as
the woman she was today. She once told Karina that she didn’t want to be like
her mother. She didn’t want to have a child out of wedlock and she
refused
to go on public assistance.

Ever.

As soon as she and Liza graduated from high school, Liza’s
mom had skipped out of town, letting her fend for herself in college. But had
she stayed, Liza still would have had to fend for herself. As it was, her
mother would occasionally call Liza and ask for money. Liza had let that slip
once.

She’d worked hard in school to pay for college and had
eventually met her husband Greg and had married him her last year in graduate
school.

Karina was proud of her friend and knew how rough life had
been for her before she and Greg married.

Liza was also drop-dead gorgeous. Karina used to feel
serious pangs of envy with Liza’s tall, slender shape and beautiful face. She
always ate the right foods, never ate junk, worked out regularly and looked
awesome. Karina had neither the inclination nor motivation to do all of that
work to stay in shape. Watching Liza do it, tired her out enough.

Besides that, she had finally decided she could live with
her addiction to Little Debbie oatmeal creme cakes. Cooper didn’t mind the
extra cushion at all.

Liza was darker than she…her skin color reminded Karina of
coffee with just a touch of cream. Smooth and creamy. Her eyes were dark and
set deep and had just a slight tilt in the corners.

Kind of like one of the
Whos
from
Whoville
.

Karina would have died to have Liza’s high cheekbones and
angular face. No sharp edges, just perfectly shaped features.