Savory Deceits (28 page)

“Fine. I’ll do it. But this is the last time, Chris. I mean it! After this, you stay the hell away from me, you hear me?” I ordered.

“Chill, I got you.” He managed to say, before I hung up in his face.

28

~NAIMA~

“Girl, are you going to be okay here by yourself?” Starr asked me on her way out.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Have fun at your sex-capade.” I teased. Starr giggled, and then twirled in front of me, showing off her skintight leopard dress.

“How do I look?” She asked me.

“Does it really matter? It’s all going to come off anyway.” I joked, and she blushed.

“I know, but humor me.” She asked again.

“You look like you’re ready to let ol’ white boy tap that ass,” I replied laughing. “But you are wearing that dress girl.” I complimented. Starr smiled, pleased with herself.

“Thanks, chica, I try.” She said.

“So, where are you meeting this guy?” I asked her.

“Well, I’m going back to the office, because he’s working late. I just thought I’d surprise him with a little
me
, for a midnight snack.” She said with a wink.

“Girl, you’re better than me, because I could never do what you’re doing. How do you know that his wife won’t show up with the same thing in mind?” I argued.

“His wife will not be a problem. Ever since she got sick, he told me she has been a little frigid in that department, never being in the mood for anything. Oh well, her loss is my gain.” Starr divulged, impassively.

“What do you mean sick? What’s wrong with her?” I asked, surprised at Starr’s lack of sympathy. She was the most compassionate person I knew.

“I don’t know some heart problem thing, I think. Whatever. Anyway, I better get going. Help yourself to whatever you need, and don’t wait up.” She said, grabbing her purse, and then slipping into her black suede stilettos.

“All right, girl. Be safe.” I said picking up the remote.

“That reminds me,” Starr said, and reached into her purse. When she pulled out a gold wrapped condom, I shook my head at her, and smiled. “Magnums are a girl’s best friend.” She said, winking again. I laughed.

“Girl you are so crazy.” I said to her.

“Yeah I know, and that’s what he loves about me. He says I bring excitement to his life.” She bragged. Starr seemed a lot more smitten with this man, than she ever did, with the others. “Maybe I should bring more than just three.” She said to herself, and then rushed back to her room. I shook my head again, clicking my way through the movie channels. Shortly thereafter, Starr returned with a brand new box of Magnum condoms, and I rolled my eyes.

“Freak,” I said aloud, hoping she heard me.

“Hey, I’m just making sure I got enough. You can never be too careful. Don’t want to end up with a bun in the oven like some people.” She said with a smirk. I threw a pillow at her, and laughed.

“Yeah, whatever! Just make sure he doesn’t pass out on top of you, since he’s like twenty years your senior.” I teased.

“Seventeen years my senior,” Starr corrected, “but don’t let the age fool you girl, because he sure knows how to…” she started to say. I quickly stopped her.

“Uh Uh, T-M-I.” I said sticking my fingers in my ears. I did not want to hear the intricate details of her affairs. She had said too much already. Starr giggled, slipping her brown mink coat on.

“All right, well I’m off.” She said, strutting out the door.

After Starr was gone, I eventually clicked the TV off, and got up to place my mug in the kitchen sink. Yawning, I made my way to Starr’s spare bedroom. Living with Starr gave me a certain type of comfort, since Nena and I were not really speaking. Though I missed my sister, I could not bring myself to call her. With everything that has happened, especially with the loss of her baby, there was no way I could call Nena, and tell her that I was carrying Chris’ baby. The situation was already weird enough as it was. Besides, I had not made up my mind yet, about what I was going to do, with my pregnancy. Starr gave me a lot to think about however. In light of the situation, I wanted to do what is best for the baby and me; only I was not exactly sure as to what that was yet. I slowly crawled into bed, feeling tired and sleepy - one of the many symptoms I hated about being pregnant. The lack of energy was driving me crazy. I was used to getting up and going, without a second thought. Now, I barely got up, and hardly went anywhere. Normally, during this time of year, Nena and I would be together doing our last minute Christmas shopping, and for the first time in years, we were going to spend the holidays apart. I rested my head on the pillow, and closed my eyes. Thoughts of Chris, and how we used to be, ran through my mind. I thought about the first time he told me he loved me. I was misty-eyed at how nervous and vulnerable he seemed, trying to get those three little words out. A tear now rolled down my cheeks, beneath my eyelids, as I reminisced about the bond we shared as lovers, which was now broken. Then, my mind drifted to the baby inside me. Since learning I was pregnant, I was ashamed to admit, that all I could think about, was how a child would affect my life. I never once stopped to think about what my unborn baby was going through, not knowing whether he or she, was going to live or die. Suddenly, thoughts of the day our mother passed, surfaced in my head. She would never get to see Nena and me, walk down the aisle, or get to know any of her grandkids. I did not want my baby to have to go through the pain of loss. At that point, a sense of peace washed over me, and in some weird way, I felt comforted somehow. More visions of my mother flashed through my mind’s eye. The times we spent together, which were very happy times, long before the divorce. We all were so happy. I rolled over, and opened my eyes. The clock on the nightstand read 2:48AM. Then, I pulled the covers up to my neck, and went back to sleep, hoping to get back to the dream, where life seemed so simple.

29

~STARR~

              I held on to the large Cherrywood desk, my legs spread-eagled, as he took me from behind.

              “Oh yeah, that’s it,” I goaded, bucking back to meet his rapid strokes. Both his palms were on my ass, as he delved himself deeper into my sweltering heat.

              “Oh yes, Poppi!” I cried, biting my bottom lip. The sensation of his manhood, inside of me, was nothing short of euphoric. I arched my back, and he slapped my behind. “Oh yeah, spank me baby!” I urged. Then he slapped my backside again, and I cried out once more. I was in heaven, high off his lust, and spinning out of control. His massive, ten and a half inch member, invaded my inner sanctum so maniacally, that it felt as if my legs went numb under his power.

              “I can’t hear you!” He said, continuing our mantra. Affirmation was his turn on.

              “Yes!” I cried again, obliging him. He was by far the best lover I have ever experienced. Resultantly, I tightened my grip on his desk, when I could feel my anticipative orgasm on the horizon.

              “Harder, baby!” I urged again, with my eyes rolling to the back of my head. He then grabbed my hair, and suddenly, my inner walls contracted, and then exploded onto his shaft. I was breathless and sweaty, my head still spinning from my lover’s domination. Simultaneously, he fell over me, and kissed the back of my shoulder. Breathing heavily, he remained on top of me, with his member still inside me. Then after a few minutes, when he caught his breath, he stood, slipping out of me, and pulled off the condom. He then tossed it into the trash bin, next to his desk, and fell back into his chair. I stood, and turned to face him. Next, I hopped up on his desk, and let my bare bottom rest on the cool oaked surface. Then I spread my legs, and reached out to grab his tie, pulling him closer. He happily rolled his chair towards me smiling.

              “Who said you were done?” I whispered. Without a word, he pushed my knees further apart, and buried his face between my legs. Once again, I was in heaven, engulfed by his sultriness. I closed my eyes, while he feasted on my crevices. With his finger inside me, and then two, I longed to feel his rigid manhood again. He was so sensual with his tongue, that it did not take long for me to climax once more. With a finishing kiss on my inner thigh, he stood up, stroking his now hardened penis. Then, he reached for his desk drawer, and pulled out another gold wrapped condom. He quickly tore the package open, and rolled the condom onto his thick member. Then, he pushed me back down onto his desk, and grabbed my thighs, pulling me towards him. He entered me again, with my leg resting on his shoulder, and I gasped. Taking all of him in me, I gripped the edges of his desk once more, and braced myself for the ride. This gorgeous, blue-eyed, tall, thirst-quenching type of man, rode me to the moon and back, setting off volcanic type of eruptions, deep within me. When he hit my g-spot, it was like detonating a series of explosions between my legs, one after the other. My body convulsed several times over, and before long, he fell over me again, drenched in sweat. I ran my hands through his thick, dark, salt and pepper hair, as he rested his head on my breasts. When his breathing labored, he lifted his head, and looked me in the eyes.

              “You’re incredible.” He said, kissing me on the lips. I remained lying on his desk when he stood up. “Shit!” He exclaimed, looking down at himself.

              “What?” I questioned, lifting my head up. Then, he placed his hands on his hips, shaking his head. I sat up, and my jaw dropped. The condom rolled up, at the base of his shaft, exposing his penis.

              “It broke?” I questioned in shock.

              “Yeah, it looks like it.” He said, shaking his head. He peeled off the remaining piece of latex, and dropped it in the trash. “I’m sorry.” He said, looking at me.

              “No, don’t be. It’s not your fault you have a big dick.” I joked. I hopped off the desk, and stood before him, getting serious. “I’ve been tested, and I’m as clean as a whistle. Have you?” I asked, looking him in the eyes.

              “Well, of course. You’re the only woman I’ve been with, since my wife.” He assured me.

              “Well, all right then,” I said, resting my ass on the edge of his desk. “We’re good.” I said again, with a smile. Then, he drew his eyebrows in confusion.

              “But what about…I mean, I did come inside you.” He said, searching my eyes. Then, I smiled again.

              “If you’re worried about a baby, don’t be. I’m on Mirena.” I told him. He drew his brows in confusion again.

              “Come again?” He asked me. My smile widened even more, because he was so cute.

              “It’s a form of birth control that lasts five years. I’ve been on it for about two years now, so you’re good.” I said, patting him on the chest. Then he exhaled hard, and sat down in his chair. Now, I laughed. “Believe me; we’re on the same page with that one. I do not want any kids, anytime soon. I have a friend who just found out she’s pregnant, and she’s not too happy about it.” I divulged.

              “Oh? Why not?” He asked me.

              “It’s a long story. She’s no longer with the child’s father, and is stressing over what she should do about her pregnancy.” I explained.

              “What about the baby’s father? How does he feel about it?” He asked me. I sucked my teeth.

              “He doesn’t know.” I said. Then he raised his eyebrows at me.

              “Is she going to tell him?” He asked me. I shrugged my shoulders.

              “I don’t know. I doubt it.” I said. Then he sat back in his chair looking at me.

              “He has a right to know, you know.” He said.

              “Yeah, I agree with you, but it’s her life, and her body. She has to make that decision.” I said to him. I fingered the gold nameplate on his desk that read, ‘Eric Johnson CEO,’ and he shook his head.

              “I don’t know about him, but I’d want to know if I got someone pregnant. I know the decision is ultimately hers, in deciding whether or not to keep the baby, but I think that the poor guy should at least have a say so in it.” Now, I shook my head at him.

              “You wouldn’t be saying that if you knew the whole story.” I said to him. Then he shrugged his shoulders.

              “You’re right. It is her life, and I wish her well.” He said, clearly not wanting to get into a debate with me. I loved how he always gave in, to whatever it was, that we argued about, just to avoid upsetting me. ‘You Latin chicks are crazy,’ he would always say, every time we tethered on debatable subjects. ‘Thank you,’ I would say back to him, smiling.

              “I love those lips.” He now said, stroking his dick again. I took my cue, and kneeled down in front of him.

              “Is that right?” I said, licking my lips. As I lowered my head in his lap, to begin sucking, his phone rang. We both looked up surprised. “Who could be calling you at three in the morning?” I questioned, glancing at the clock on his wall.

              “I don’t know, probably China.” He said, reaching for the phone on his desk. “Eric Johnson,” he answered. “Hi, honey. Is everything all right?” He said into the phone. I then rolled my eyes, and began stroking his penis with my hands. I smiled when it began to stand at attention, as he struggled to talk to his wife. Immediately, I took his shaft into my mouth, and began sucking ferociously. His body jerked, when the tip of his member, touched the back of my throat, and he nearly gasped.