The Sisters of APF

  “Uh-huh. My question is, what the hell did you do?”

  “My next patient will be here any second,” she blurted out, standing back up and getting a manila folder out of the in box on her credenza. “Maybe we can meet up later for a cup of java.”

  “Fugg a java!” I was pissed off and I wanted her to know it. “What did you do to Mary Ann?”

  “I didn’t do a damn thing to her,” she stated defensively. “I just—”

  “Just what?”

  “Aiight, damn!” There she went. Her ghetto side reared its ugly head and I knew we were about to have it out. “I caught Miss Hee Haw doing a Peeping Tom act on Drayton and me down an alley in Adams Morgan.”

  I catapulted out of my seat. “Get the fuck out of here!”

  “I kid you not. Not only was she spying, she was getting her freak on in the process.” Olive giggled and sat back down in her desk chair. She gave me a wicked look and added, “We caught her fingering herself behind a wall.”

  “Get the fuck out of here!” I repeated, sitting down on the edge of her desk less than two feet away from her.

  “I was furious, to say the least. You know how I get? Especially when I’m trying to relieve PID symptoms.”

  “Yeah, I know how you get,” I replied. The sorors and I tried to steer clear of Olive when she was suffering through PID. It was truly a bitch!

  “I mean, I have no problem fucking in front of other people at freak nights and shit, but Drayton’s always been my private dick supply.”

  I prodded her to continue with the story. “So what happened after you caught her?”

  “She ran away.” We both fell out laughing.

  I shook my head in disbelief. “I have a feeling it didn’t end there.”

  “Hellz naw, it didn’t! I tracked her down in class the very next day and told her ass off.”

  I could imagine how Olive must’ve laid into Mary Ann. I instantly felt sorry for her. “She must’ve felt so ashamed.”

  “She was practically begging me not to mention it to you.” Olive tossed the folder on her desk and sucked in her bottom lip. “But then she had the nerve to break bad with my ass.”

  “Mary Ann?” I tried to picture Mary Ann breaking bad with anyone. Although she did get pretty irritated with Olive the first time they met.

  “Yeah, gurl, she went there.”

  “What did she say?”

  “She tried to play me for a fool, saying she wasn’t impressed with my skillz at all and that she could do better.” Olive chuckled. “Imagine that!”

  “Word?” I couldn’t help but laugh. Olive swore up and down she had the bomb-ass pussy so I knew she was highly offended when Mary Ann came off at her like that. She was just trying to fake the funk about it. “So then what happened?”

  “I called her mutha fuckin’ bluff! What do you think I did?”

  “No, you didn’t?” I asked, wondering what calling her bluff entailed exactly.

  “Wanna bet?” Olive took a tube of lipstick out of her purse and applied it perfectly without the benefit of a mirror. “I told her to meet me at Drayton’s apartment later that night.”

  I almost fainted at the prospect. “Surely she didn’t show?”

  “I had just come to the conclusion that she was all talk and no action when she knocked on the door. I hid in the back, pretending to take a shower, until he’d busted her wide open.”

  “She fucked him?”

  Olive smirked. “I wouldn’t say all that but he fucked the living daylights out of her.”

  “This is too much!” I couldn’t even believe the shit was going down like that. I thought Mary Ann was strung out over Trevor.

  “Isn’t it though?” Olive asked rhetorically. “I’ll have to admit that the chica has chutzpah. She might just be APF material after all.”

  “This is unfuckenbelievable!” I got up from the desk and started pacing the floor. “All this time I’ve been trying to think of a tactful way to break her sexual barrier and you had her up in Drayton’s crib fuckin’ and shit.” Before Olive could respond, her administrative assistant’s voice blared out over the intercom on her desk. “Mrs. Wallingford’s here for her tummy tuck.”

  Olive hissed and smacked her lips. “Listen up, my next appointment is here.” She got up from her chair and threw the lipstick back in her purse. “We’ll chat later.”

  “How about we meet up for that cup of java at Starbucks a little later?” My curiosity had been piqued. I wanted to know every little detail of what went on in Drayton’s apartment.

  “I can be there by six.” Olive opened her office door and walked out into the hallway.

  “Cool.” I followed suit. “Then we can discuss what our next move will be with Mary Ann.”

  13

  Mary Ann

  Talk about a rough day! It wasn’t so much rough as it was traumatic. First, I go check my mailbox in the lobby of the dorm and I find this slip telling me that I had an oversized package, too large for my box. The work-study student behind the front desk handed it to me. It was from Clarence.

  He is so childish! He had the audacity to send me belongings that I’d left behind at his place, including my pink cotton underwear set, an old pair of my reading glasses, a gray wool sweater, and a pair of socks. Yes, I said socks. What type of trifling man would send such things cross-country? I’ll tell you what type. The same type that would try to turn his infidelities around on me. Infidelity is a harsh word, especially since I was dating Trevor, sleeping with Trevor, and had indulged in that freaky behavior with Drayton.

  But, Clarence still had a lot of damn nerve. I was ready to move forward. In fact, that same day I was planning to tell Trevor I’d move in with him the next semester. We were spending a lot of time together. We had engaged in sex quite a bit and that had gotten better as we became more comfortable with one another. He still couldn’t touch my experience with Drayton though. I can’t rightly say I was in love with Trevor at that point, but the feelings were strong. I guess that’s why what happened later that afternoon hurt so much. It cut right down to the bone.

  I caught a cab over to Trevor’s town house to tell him the news of my decision to live with him. I was all the more excited after getting Clarence’s bullshit package. My elation didn’t last long. It faded like a certain pop star’s skin. I rang the doorbell, expecting my man to open it.

  Instead, FeFe did. “Come on in,” she said, like she was the woman of the house.

  I knocked her ass out of my way. I stepped into the foyer, yelled out, “Trevor! Trevor!” I kept shouting as I went from the living room, to the kitchen, and then up the steps.

  “He’s not here.” FeFe looked as snug as a bug in a rug. “He went to the store.”

  “His car’s outside. Stop lying,” I hissed back at her.

  “Trevor took my car.” She grinned. “He just loves the way I ride, I mean the way my car rides.”

  “Well, bitch, I ride him better.”

  She slammed the front door and folded her arms, trying to take a threatening stance. “You’re just some fly-by-night pussy for Trevor. He’ll come back to me. He knows where the good pussy lives.”

  “Is that right?” I asked.

  “This little thing between you and Trevor has gone far enough. He and I have been fucking since our sophomore year of undergrad. It’s time he made a commitment to me.”

  I fell out laughing. “Well, I think you better notify him of all that because he told me he plans to settle down with me.”

  Her face turned as pale as a ghost. “He would never do that to me.”

  “Huh! The reason I’m here today is to tell Trevor that I’m moving in,” I boasted.

  “Moving in?” She balled her hands into fists and let them hang at her sides. “Over my dead body.”

  “You don’t have much of a body.”

  “That might be, but I have one hell of a mouth.” She flicked her tongue out at me. “Just ask Trevor. He tastes so good, doesn’t he???
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  FeFe was damn lucky I wasn’t prone to violence because that is the only thing that stood between her and the ass-kicking of a lifetime. “Whatever happened between you and Trevor in the past is irrelevant.”

  “The past?” She cackled. “You mean the past thirty minutes?”

  “Stop trying to run a game on me! I know you’re lying! Trevor didn’t fuck you!”

  “Not technically. He just fucked my mouth.”

  I was about to throw all of my home-training out the window and beat her beanpole anorexic ass. Then I heard Trevor’s key in the lock. He came in, wiping his feet on the welcome mat, carrying a paper grocery bag. “FeFe, I’m back! How about another round?”

  “Trevor, your slut of the month is here,” FeFe announced.

  He looked up, spotted me, and dropped the bag. Something glass inside of it shattered and liquid started seeping through onto the floor. “Mary Ann, I can explain this. I don’t know what she told you, but I really can explain.”

  “You know what, Trevor? Keep your fucking explanation!”

  I stormed past him and out of the house, walking down the street having no clue where I was going. I remembered seeing a Metro bus stop a couple of blocks over so I headed in that direction. I found the stop and was sitting on the bench fuming when Trevor pulled up in his Porsche.

  “Get in the car, Mary Ann,” he demanded.

  “For what?” I smacked my lips. “Isn’t Miss Hoover still waiting for you at your place?” He cut his engine and got out of the car. “You’re wasting your time if you seriously think I’m going anywhere with you. The only place I’m going is back to campus.”

  “The bus that comes through here doesn’t even go that way,” he stated, as if that would make me get into his car.

  “Well, I’ll go wherever then.” He sat down beside me on the bench and reached for me. “Don’t fucking touch me!” I knocked his hand away. “Don’t ever fucking touch me!”

  “You’re being ridiculous,” he remarked. “FeFe means nothing to me. I already told you what I need in my life and where I want this thing between you and me to go.”

  “Yes, you did tell me your pack of lies.” I rolled my eyes in his direction. “I even believed your crock of bullshit and was all prepared to take you up on your offer of living together.”

  “Really?” he squealed, blushing. For what, I don’t know, because I hated his ass right then.

  “I caught a cab over here so we could finalize some plans, maybe make love afterward, but noooo. You’re too busy getting your dick sucked to be thinking about me.”

  Trevor reached for me again and I scooted down farther on the bench. “Mary Ann, we just need to go back to my place and dis—”

  “What about your bitch?”

  “She’s gone and she’s not coming back!”

  “Yeah, right!”

  “I’m serious,” he pleaded. “You’re my heart!”

  “Are you denying that she gave you a blow job today?” I glared at him so I could tell if he was full of it when he answered.

  Trevor diverted his eyes to the ground. “It was a mistake. I was stressed out over one of my classes and she’s in the same class. She told me she’d help me study so I let her come over and—”

  “Let me guess! One thing led to another? Somehow your pants ended up around your ankles and your dick ended up in her mouth?”

  “That sounds so crude.”

  “Crude or not, she sucked your dick and that’s the bottom line.” I took a deep, restorative breath. “You might think I’m stupid since I grew up on a farm, but nothing could be further from the truth.”

  “I don’t think that at all, baby,” he insisted. “Come on. Let’s just go before I get a ticket for parking in a bus zone.”

  “Speaking of buses,” I said, spotting a Metro bus turning the corner. “My ride’s here.”

  “Mary Ann, stop being silly!” Trevor blared angrily. “You’re coming with me! You’re not getting on a damn bus!”

  I stood up and dug through my purse for some change. “Watch me!” The bus pulled up behind Trevor’s car and started blowing its horn because he was illegally parked. I hopped on the bus as soon as the doors swung open. Trevor tried to grab my elbow, but I paid my fare, rushed to the back of the bus, and took a seat.

  The bus driver told him to get off the bus if he wasn’t riding. He searched through his pockets and realized he didn’t have any change. “Mary Ann, get off the bus, dammit!”

  “Kiss my ass!” The other riders stared at the interchange between the two of us. “For the last time, it’s over, Trevor!”

  Trevor sulked back down the bus steps, having run out of options. The driver closed the doors and took off. I peered out the back window and saw Trevor kicking his tires and yelling expletives.

  Once we’d gone about a mile, I realized I had no idea where I was going. I asked an older Hispanic woman sitting beside me, “Where does this bus go?”

  “Adams Morgan,” she replied.

  “Adams Morgan,” I whispered to myself, suddenly coming to two conclusions. One, Drayton lived in Adams Morgan, and two, payback is a bitch.

  I had no trouble finding Drayton’s apartment building. The last stop was directly across the street from it. For a brief moment I was leery of going in there. What if Olive was there with him? What if someone else was? What if Olive found out I had come back there? Would she be mad?

  Finally I said, fuck it! Olive was the one that introduced me to his sex in the first place. She couldn’t justify being angry with me for making a return visit. Besides, for all I knew, he might not even be home. I decided to chance it.

  I passed a couple of suspicious-looking characters in the hallway and proceeded to bang on Drayton’s door without the slightest hesitation. It was almost as if I could smell his dick. I was so furious at Trevor that I was down for just about anything.

  Drayton swung the door open so fast that it made me jump back a couple of steps. “Well, well.” He licked his lips and looked me up and down. “To what do I owe this surprise?” He poked his head out of the door and looked down the hallway. “Where’s Cynda?”

  “She didn’t come with me,” I blurted out, almost forgetting about Olive’s pseudonym. “Is that a problem?”

  “It’s not a problem for me if it’s not a problem for you.” He chuckled and moved aside. “Come on in, my little country princess.”

  “Stop making reference to my upbringing,” I replied, going inside and sitting down on his couch. “I hate it when people tease me about my accent. People fail to realize that before I came to D.C., everyone around me sounded exactly like me. So it’s not my fault.”

  He pressed his palms down toward the floor. “Calm down, baby! I was only joking.”

  “Okay, cool.” I took off my wool blazer and laid it over the armrest. “I didn’t come here to talk anyway.”

  “Oh really?” Drayton sat down on the coffee table and spread my legs open with his own, exposing the white cotton panties I was wearing under a plaid skirt, a white blouse, and knee-length socks. “What did you come here for, then?” I hesitated. He arched a brow and repeated the question. “What did you come for?”

  Tell him the damn truth, I said to myself. “I came for the dick.”

  He threw his head back in laughter, his long dreads covering his shoulder blades. “I like a blunt woman.”

  “And I like a big-dick man.”

  “It’s on,” he whispered and then pounced on me like a bear to a pot of honey. We started tonguing the hell out of each other. I went for his zipper in a matter of seconds. He came up for air. “Damn, you’re not fucking around, are you, baby? You mean business.”

  I struggled to catch my breath, finding the zipper and yanking it down. “Like I said, I didn’t come here to talk.”

  “In that case, let me give you something else to do with that pretty-ass mouth of yours.” He stood up, dropped his pants to the floor, and straddled me on the couch with his knees, kn
ocking me in the forehead with his gigantic dick. “You didn’t want to taste me last time, remember? How about today? You up for this?” I pondered his question. I’d never sucked Trevor’s dick; not once. I’d done Clarence a few times, or at least tried to, but he seemed so nervous and came so quick that I decided it wasn’t even worth the effort. Drayton’s dick looked twice as huge as it did last time and only one word came to mind. Choke!

  “I can try it, but I’m not very good at this,” I answered.

  “It’s okay. I’m a very patient man, baby. Take your time and savor the moment.”

  I took a deep breath and then slid the head of it into my mouth and thought, Oh damn! Just the tip of it was damn near hitting the back of my throat. I tried to fit a little bit more of it in and immediately started gagging.

  He pulled it out of my mouth. “Hold up, let’s try this another way.” He climbed off the couch and then sat down beside me. “Just lick it at first and then do a little more once you feel more comfortable.”

  I got down on my knees between his legs and started licking the shaft like it was a gigantic ice-cream cone. A ten-scoop one. Shit, maybe twelve. He reached for his remote control and turned off his television. “I want to hear you do me. I love the way it sounds.”

  I placed small kisses all over him and then gathered his ball sack in my palm and kissed that as well. He started moaning and so did I. I had flashbacks of all the porn films I watched back in South Dakota and tried to remember the different techniques I’d witnessed.

  After about ten minutes of kissing and licking his dick, I felt it was time to go a little further. I took the head back in and this time I was able to relax the back of my throat so I didn’t gag. I started moving my warm mouth up and down on it and he moaned louder. I darted my eyes up at him because I wanted to see the expression on his face. I wanted to see if he looked like the guys from the movies. Like he was in a state of bliss. He had that look and that inspired me to go for the gusto.

  I took as much of it in as I could possibly handle, about half, and then started taking it in and out faster and rubbing my hand up and down the remainder and caressing his balls. “Damn, baby!” he screamed out in pleasure. “That’s what I’m talking about!”