Sexaholics (21 page)

“It’s easier.”

“Wow, well aside from never having a man, you need to cut that street
shit out. There are some crazy MFs out there. You could get killed.”

“And?”

“And? Don’t you sit here and act like you don’t care. Like
you’re out there just so you can put yourself in a position to be attacked
or some shit. Or even get arrested again.”

“I’ll just jack off the D.A. again and get out. They don’t
care. I don’t either.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t believe you wanna die. I believe
you’re bigger and better than what’s happened to you. I believe
you’re more powerful than you know.”

“Teela, the good side of me is the weaker side. Believe me.”

“You’ve bought into that. I don’t have to.”

“No you don’t.” Brandi looked down at her drink and took a
gulp. She swallowed and then said, “But I hear you. I guess I am trying to
fix this. That’s why I’m in the group.”

“You can do it. We both can.”

“Heck, what about you? You think you can stop watching folks get
down?” Brandi tilted her head at Teela, tossing the subject her way.

“I know I can.”

“And what about your man. Where’s he?”

“At home. We live together. Austin is as freaky as a man can get. I let
him be a dog right in front of me because if I don’t, he’ll do it
behind my back anyway. He’s a mess. But I love him.”

“See, I think being alone is a lot easier than that. But as long as
you’re happy. That’s all that matters.”

“Hold up now, I didn’t say all that now.”

“I hear you. For now I’ll stick to my wham-bam-thank-you-sir,
hit-it-and-quit-it style. I’m cool with never going back twice.”

“I say one day, God’s gonna cure you of that. One way or
another.”

“Maybe that’s what’s up for us both.”

“Maybe.”

“In the meantime, here’s to you.” Brandi held up her glass,
which contained one more swallow.

Teela held up hers. “And to you.”

And they clanged glasses.

A voice said from behind them, “What are you ladies
drinking?”

Teela turned around, looking surprised. “Hey, Miki. What’s
up?”

Miki stood behind them as they turned their heads. She said, “You two
do know I work here, right?”

Brandi said with an extrasmiling face, “You do? Girl, this is a nice
place. You’re Hollywood style here, huh?”

Miki gave a tug on the hem of her tailored black blazer. “What can I
say?”

Teela asked, “Why don’t you join us?”

“Can’t. I’m meeting my man for a few drinks in a
minute.”

“Hey, Miki,” Tariq said, as he stepped up to the bar. He looked
half black and half white. His hair was fresh in a 360 wave. His urban style of
dress was youthful, and he was about five inches taller than his woman.

“Hey, baby.” He and Miki kissed and he hugged her around the
waist. “Tariq, this is Teela. And this is Brandi.” She pointed to
each.

“Hello,” Tariq said, greeting Teela.

“Hi. Nice to meet you.” She smiled and nodded.

He looked at Brandi. “Hello.”

“Hi.”

He looked around and asked Miki, pointing to a private VIP area with awaiting
leather chairs toward the back of the room, “You wanna go over there
now?”

“Okay, yeah. They’re holding that for us. I’ll see you
ladies later.” Miki spoke to the bartender, who had walked up to take
Brandi’s empty glass. “Garcelle. The next round is on me.”

Garcelle asked the two ladies, “You’ll both have the
same?”

“Yes,” they said together.

Brandi said, “Awww, thanks. That’s nice of you.”

“No problem. You guys gonna try to make it to Rachel Cummings’s
church next Sunday?”

Teela nodded. “I am.”

“I’ll be there, too,” replied Brandi.

Miki nodded, looking pleased. “Good. Well, I’ll see you both
later.”

“Okay. And thanks for the drinks,” said Teela.

“Sure.”

“Good-bye,” Tariq said without looking back at them, as he and
Miki stepped away, hand in hand.

“My goodness. That’s her man?” Brandi squinted at them.

Watching Tariq from behind as he stepped with a smooth swagger, Teela said,
“He’s fine as hell. A big fine-ass box of chocolates.”

“Yes he is. From head to toe and in between. But you know what they say
about chocolates. You never know what you’re gonna get,” Brandi
joked, placing her elbows along the top of the bar.

Teela looked confused. “What’s that mean? You know
him?”

“Nothing.”

“Oh, I see. That’s just you being allergic to boyfriends. Hating,
actually. Don’t trip. That’s a fine brotha.”

“Okay.”

Teela turned back and said, “What, Brandi?” just as the bartender
set their drinks down.

“Thanks,” said Brandi, then she told Teela again,
“Nothing.” Brandi rubbed the hairs on her forearm. She picked up her
second glass and took a long sip and swallowed. “Better left alone.”
Her head spun.

Before Teela headed home a couple of hours later, she pulled up to the tiny
park area in Marina del Rey. It was full of old, overgrown, broadleaf oak trees
and weeping willows. The bright green grass was healthy and fresh. The sun had
set long ago. The swings were abandoned and the slides were quiet. Kids were
fast asleep in the now-quiet beach neighborhood. Only the adults occupied the
night.

Teela made sure to park her Z in one of the spaces that allowed for the best
visual access to areas from left to right. If she were to sit and chill long
enough, chances were she’d see something worth waiting for. Something
kinky. Someone who was exhibitionist enough to hope that someone like Teela
lurked nearby. Lurked in a window or on a bench or on a balcony or in a car.
Just hoping that someone, somewhere, wanted to watch them get wild and raunchy
in public. Sooner or later, the exhibitionist giver and the voyeuristic receiver
of the exchange desired to be sated.

Teela turned off her ignition and turned off her headlights. She sank down
into her soft palomino driver’s seat and leaned it back a bit. She left on
the cool sounds of the FM radio station that played twenty-four-hour jazz. A
smooth Dave Koz saxophone melody called “Honey-Dipped” softly met
her ears.

Her eyes waited for a meeting like a lion seeking its prey.

She waited and waited.

She heard the sound of a text message.

Peeking at her screen without picking it up she saw that it read 1 message.
She did not read it.

Teela watched each and every car that passed by.

Every person who walked a dog.

Every movement in the dark.

And she sat, and sat some more.

Her cell went off again. It read 2 messages.

Ignored.

A car pulled up beside hers. It was a tiny yellow sports car. Hardly one that
would blend into the notion of not being noticed. And a man got out. He went
around and opened the passenger door for a woman. They hugged and she giggled,
and she ran ahead of him into the park, kicking up her heels, wearing a flowing
flowered dress. He closed her door, set the alarm, and looked around as he
approached her.

Teela ducked down.

The woman grabbed his hand and they hugged as she turned to him. They began
tongue-kissing like they were receiving the very life-sustaining air they needed
to breathe.

They kissed, and kissed, with everything they had inside their mouths. They
began bumping each other with grinding moves, like they were dirty dancing, and
she made sure to place her leg between his legs. He reached down to hug her
tightly. And then they turned to take a few steps closer to a huge sycamore
tree.

He looked around and up toward the many windows of the apartment buildings
that faced him on the left. And then on the right.

He looked back and placed his hand along her waist, moving her to stand in
front of him. She giggled some more and leaned over, with her blond hair hanging
down. He stood behind her and lifted up her dress. It looked as though he moved
her G-string to the side.

Teela sat up a bit, peeking over her dashboard just as he looked around to
his left again and unzipped his jeans.

He bent his knees to release his size from his underwear and took hold of his
dick while the woman took a step back from him, bending all the way down. She
bent so low that her hand touched the ground. Then she braced herself with both
hands, shaking her hips back at him. Then she looked around, still giving silly
laughs and still bending over.

He pressed forward and pushed himself into her from behind. He began pumping
like a dog in heat, first slowly and then faster.

Teela lifted her blouse and stuck her hand under her bra, fingering her
nipple. She scooted back just enough to allow her hand to slip down her panties
and rubbed her clitoris back and forth. She felt a heated rush watching them
that made her own hand job even more sensational.

The man pumped and pumped, and the woman’s hair jerked each time he
pushed himself back the farthest. She stayed bent over with her legs straight
and kept her hand along the ground, allowing him full access to every inch of
what she had inside.

Teela stuck her middle finger inside and smoothed her wetness around.
“Damn, I’m wet,” she whispered.

She massaged herself and began panting, still keeping an eye on the couple.
She wondered what they’d do if she walked up and bent down to lick his
balls from behind while he fucked his woman. She wondered what they’d do
if they knew she was masturbating to their uninhibited sex play. In fact, she
knew just what they’d do. They’d cum even faster. Even harder. And
just as if they did know, or at least hoped they knew, the man banged against
her more urgently, and his head raised up to the sky, no longer looking around,
and she pumped backward like she was working for her next meal.

He yanked himself out of her and she stood up, stepping away a few steps and
he jerked his sperm all over the grass, cumming onto the ground in spurts,
yanking and squeezing himself to drain every last drop onto the earth.

The woman rubbed her pussy, laughing while he put away his dick and zipped up
his pants.

She lowered her dress and stepped to him to stick her fingers in his mouth.
He sucked them fully and they hugged, once again looking around as they turned
back toward their car and to Teela, who had just finished cumming on her seat.
She ducked down as they reached their car.

He let his woman in, but not before she tongue-kissed him again. He closed
her door and came around next to Teela. He got in the car, leaned over again for
a wet kiss, started his engine, and backed out. They simply left.

Teela sat up, readjusted herself, and started her car.

She backed away.

Mission accomplished.

Well, sort of.

She always knew just what to do to get herself off as a preliminary.

And it worked like a charm every time.

She drove away dripping like a faucet, headed home to Austin, her own private
maintenance man, who had texted her twice.

She knew he’d be more than happy to fix her plumbing.

Or let’s say he would have been happy if he’d been home by the
time she got there.

“Hey baby, where were you?” Teela asked cautiously, giving him an
astonished look as he walked in the back door two minutes after her. He wore
jeans, a white tee, and a white NY cap.

“I should be asking you the same thing. You didn’t reply to my
text when I tried to see when you’d be coming home.”

“And so what? You just decided to leave?”

“I had a maintenance call.”

“To do what?”

“There was a leak.”

“A leak?”

“Yes.”

“This late?”

“That’s usually when it happens. People usually make the
emergency calls after the office is closed. Always after tenants get home from
work or after going out. You know that.”

“Who was it?”

“A lady in building ten.”

“Oh, really?”

“Really. Anyway, where’ve you been, since the third degree is
being dished out tonight?”

“Just riding around. Nowhere special.”

“Okay, nowhere special.”

She stepped close to him, paused and then walked to the sink. “You
smell like perfume.”

“I do not.”

She turned to walk away. “Good night.”

“I’ll be right in. I’m gonna take a quick
shower.”

“Okay. I’ll be asleep by the time you get out. I’m really
tired.”

“You tired? Yeah, okay.”

Thirty minutes later, in spite of their aphrodisiac called tension, Teela and
Austin were fucking, fantasizing, and freaking as always.

And one time, on the down-stroke, Teela could have sworn Austin called her
Payshun.

But she came hard, with multiple visuals from the park in her mind and
multiple eruptions rumbling through her vagina.

Within five minutes, she was in a deep sleep.

So deep that she’d missed the sound of the repeated text alerts on her
man’s BlackBerry.