Page 11 of The Sisters of APF


  My cheeks began to get sore and I had to take a breather. I had every intention of continuing, but Drayton obviously had other plans. “Get up,” he instructed. I did and then he took me by the hand into his bedroom. He began to get undressed. I followed suit until we were both naked. He took two pillows and placed them on top of each other in the center of his bed and then laid me down on the bed with my stomach on the pillows. “I’ve been having this wild fantasy about you since the last time you were here. I wish I’d done this last time but you ran out so fast.”

  “I was scared,” I admitted, trying to position my hands so I would be comfortable. I had the feeling I was in for a coochie beating for real—the way he was rubbing my ass like he was priming it for serious action.

  “Are you scared now?”

  “No!” I exclaimed. “I want to experience new things.”

  “That’s good because you’re about to experience something awesome.”

  I squealed when he entered me suddenly and tried to relax. I’d almost forgotten how far Drayton’s dick went inside me. It was even deeper this time because of the positioning. He grabbed onto my ass cheeks, one in each hand, and then proceeded to fuck the living daylights out of me. I started moaning so loud and making such strange noises that I found it hard to believe it was even me making them. I dug my nails into the mattress and hung on for dear life.

  He fucked me royally and then pulled it out just in time to cum all over my backside. I lay there trying to breathe. Sweat was trickling down my forehead onto the pillows.

  We fell asleep in that position for a couple of hours until the phone blared out and woke us up. Drayton climbed off me and grabbed the cordless off his nightstand. “Hello,” he gasped into the phone. There was a brief pause and then he said, “Oh hello, Cynda,” stressing her name.

  I leapt off the bed and started grabbing my clothes. He giggled and grabbed me by the wrists, shaking his head. “Hold on for a second.” He placed the phone up to his shoulder blade, covering the mouthpiece. “You’re not going to get away from me so fast this time.”

  I sat back down and pulled a sheet up over my body, feeling guilty about being there without Olive’s permission.

  “Cynda, can you hit me back some other time?” he asked. There was another brief pause and then he hung up the phone without even saying goodbye. “It’s all cool now. She won’t be calling back tonight.” He sat down beside me. “Want to take a shower? I could eat you out.”

  I considered his proposition. He did have a way with that tongue of his and I figured his oral sex had to be the ultimate, but then my mind wandered to Trevor. How could I blame him for doing something I was so easily capable of? To the best of my knowledge, I’d cheated on him before he even cheated on me with FeFe. But I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to lay eyes on Trevor again. I wasn’t sure about anything.

  “Thanks for the offer, but I really have to go.” Drayton sighed and pressed his dreads back away from his face with his palms. “I had a great time though,” I added.

  “Will I ever see you again?” He held my hand and I started trembling. “Are you cold?”

  “No, I’m fine,” I lied. “I just need to get back to campus because I have a lot of studying to do.”

  “What school do you go to?”

  That’s when I realized Drayton didn’t know a damn thing about me. I quickly discerned that it was better to keep it that way so I lied again. “I go to UDC.”

  “That’s cool. What are you studying?”

  “Premed,” I replied.

  “Aw, a doctor.” He chuckled. “I suppose you do have tons of work to do then.”

  “Yes, I really do.” I started to get dressed. After I was done, he walked me to the door. I looked him in the eyes. “Can you do me a huge favor, Drayton?”

  “What’s that?”

  “Could you not mention my visit to Cynda?”

  He laughed and sucked his teeth. “Cynda and I aren’t married. What happens between the two of us is our business.” He lifted my hand and sucked my index finger. “I just hope you cum—I mean come again.”

  I blushed and opened the door, stepping out into the hallway. I wasn’t quite sure what to say so I just said, “Take care.”

  “You too,” he replied, waving at me while I walked down the hall backward.

  I returned to the dorm and locked myself in, ashamed and confused. Patricia knocked on my door a couple of times but I didn’t answer. There was no way she could tell whether I was there or not. I was lying on the bed in the dark with nothing on. I heard her holding a casual conversation with a couple of other female students in the hall and then I heard her door slam. While I had mixed feelings about Trevor, Drayton, and life in general, one thing was for sure. I was changing and sex had become more than just something to do to please a man. It had become all about pleasing me. I could only view that as a good thing. I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

  14

  Patricia

  I was on my way out of class one Friday afternoon when I spotted Yvette headed my way. She had that look. It was obvious she was frustrated and part of me wanted to avoid her ass and head in the other direction. Before I could decide what to do, she yelled out to me.

  “Patricia, hold up!”

  “Shit, too late,” I mumbled to myself before throwing a fake smile on my face. “Hey, Yvette. What’s up, girl?”

  “Just got out of class! I hate that fucking professor!”

  “Which professor?” I asked, even though I couldn’t have cared less.

  “Professor Hall.”

  “Oh, that bitch!” Professor Hall was the queen bitch on campus and tried to fail people right and left. She really had it in for the sisters that were trying to make it in the law profession. She was an older white woman and I had the distinct feeling that she wanted us to stay in “our place.”

  “Yeah, I am sick to death of her,” Yvette said, rubbing her forehead like she was battling a migraine. “So, what are you doing tonight?”

  “Not a damn thing. I was just planning to get a jump start on a term paper and maybe check out a movie.”

  “Hmph, sounds boring as shit!”

  We both laughed as we walked side by side toward the student union. It was almost dinnertime and my stomach was growling something fierce.

  “When is freak night?”

  “Same time it always is, Yvette. The last Saturday of the month.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t know if I can make it that long.”

  My nosy side automatically raised its ugly head. “You’re not banging someone on the regular?”

  “Naw, you?”

  “No. I was but his job transferred him.”

  “Too bad.”

  “Way too bad. The brother was hung like a horse.”

  We both fell out laughing again.

  Yvette stopped in her tracks. “Listen, it’s been a long time since we’ve been out trolling together.”

  I grinned at her, running the memories of our wild times through my head. “It has been a minute.”

  “A minute? It’s been more like an hour.” Yvette nudged me. “So how about it? It’ll be just like the good old days.”

  “Where are we going to go?” I asked.

  “Who cares? Does it really matter?”

  I shrugged. “I guess not.”

  “Cool, so what time do you want to roll out?”

  “Tonight?”

  “Yeah, tonight,” Yvette replied. “Why put it off? I need some action and I need it now.”

  “Girl, you’re off the chain,” I told her before glancing at my watch. “It’s going on four now so let’s meet up about eight in my dorm room.”

  “Sounds like a winner. See you then.”

  After dinner, I caught a couple hours of sleep before I got dressed for a night of trolling. Trolling for sex was something Yvette and I started doing our first year in law school, after we both ended up as members of APF. Freak nights are the bomb but some
times we wanted to venture out on our own.

  I squeezed my ass into this skintight black catsuit and slid into some four-inch spike heels. I looked like a whore but that was exactly the look I was going for. Undoubtedly, Yvette would show up in something just as raunchy. We were on a mission to get our freak on and nothing else. No strings. No attachments. Just good, old-fashioned fucking.

  There was a knock on my door and I assumed it was Yvette. I was stunned to open the door and find Mary Ann on the other side.

  “Mary Ann, what’s going on?” I asked, stepping aside to let her enter.

  “Nothing much.” She came in and plopped down on my bed. I noticed that she was wearing makeup and had a fancy hairstyle. Sistergurl was moving up in the world. “I thought you might want to take in a movie or something.”

  “No hot date with Trevor tonight?” I asked sarcastically.

  “Trevor had a family emergency and had to go to Indiana for the weekend.”

  I had the distinct feeling that she was lying. I had known Trevor for years and he rarely went home, even for school breaks and holidays. He seemed to harbor a deep hatred for his parents or something. “Oh, is everything all right?”

  “I guess. He left me a note but it didn’t explain much. Just that he had to leave and he would be back on Tuesday.”

  “I see.” I noticed the way she was eyeing my outfit and I really didn’t feel like explaining myself so I decided to rush her out of my room. “Well, I would go with you but I have plans. Maybe we can catch a matinee tomorrow.”

  She got up from the bed and headed toward the door. “I’ll look forward to it.” She paused in the doorway. “Are you going to a club?”

  “I’m not sure. I just told a friend we could hang out tonight.”

  “Oh. Well, have fun.”

  I could tell that Mary Ann felt left out and was hoping I would invite her but she wasn’t ready for that type of action yet.

  “Thanks. I’ll come by your room tomorrow and we can check out what’s playing. I heard Denzel has a new movie out.”

  “Um, I just love Denzel,” Mary Ann commented. “He’s so fine.”

  “Girl, please. You ain’t never lied.”

  We both giggled.

  “See you tomorrow.”

  “Peace.”

  I watched Mary Ann traipse across the hall and into her room. No sooner had she closed the door than Yvette came down the hall from the elevator in a skimpy yellow dress that showed just about everything her momma gave her.

  “Girl, you’re looking hot!” Yvette yelled out.

  “You too!” I grabbed my keys and pulled my door shut. I didn’t want Mary Ann to peep out of her room and spot us. Not that it would’ve seemed strange. She already knew that Yvette and I knew each other. For some reason, I just didn’t want her to think that I was choosing one over the other. It wasn’t even like that. Yvette and I were cool but we were far from best friends. We just had the love of good dick in common.

  About an hour later, we pulled up in front of a nightclub in Woodbridge, Virginia. We liked to go a safe distance from the school when we were on a troll. They say there are six degrees of separation in society but with black folks, it is more like two. We didn’t want to stand the risk of being found out.

  Before we went in, we primped in the car mirrors.

  “So who are you tonight?” Yvette asked me.

  “Hmm, I think I’ll be Blaze tonight.”

  “I love that name.” Yvette threw her eyes up in her head, deep in thought. “I think I’ll be Caramel.”

  “Sweet and nasty, huh?” I teased.

  “You know it!”

  We slapped each other a high five and went into the club. It was packed from wall to wall, which wasn’t saying much since it was a rather small establishment. We had never been there before but we had heard of it through the grapevine. Rumor had it that a lot of fine black bikers frequented the place. Bikers tend to be roughnecks and Yvette and I shared a thing for the type.

  We hadn’t been there five minutes when the two men we were searching out approached us at the bar and offered to buy us drinks. Both of them seemed to be in their early thirties. One was tall, light-skinned, and bald. He was the one for me. I just love bald-headed men. The other one was shorter but still teetering about six feet, butter pecan, and had a nice little fade and a goatee.

  After we were all settled into a booth, the games began.

  “So, you sisters from around here?” Baldy asked.

  “Actually, we’re from West Virginia,” I lied. “We decided to hang out in the big city tonight.”

  The two men looked at each other and laughed. “If you call this a big city, I wonder what you would say about Washington, D.C.,” Baldy said. “Woodbridge is a small community compared to that.”

  Yvette played dumb and even threw a serious countrified accent into the mix. “Really? I’ve never been there.” She wrapped her arm around the bicep of the shorter one and added, “Maybe you can take me there one day.”

  “Sure,” he said, blushing. “I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.”

  Yvette looked at me and winked. “Does that include to bed?”

  Baldy almost choked on his beer while I held in a laugh. His friend looked like he was searching for a response.

  Yvette repeated the question. “Does that include to bed?”

  Finally, he responded, “Absolutely! If you’re serious.”

  “I never joke about getting my pussy eaten.”

  Baldy really started choking then. I had to slap him on the back. I started wondering if he would be a lousy lay. After all, if Yvette talking shit was causing him to flip, what would he do when I laid it on him?

  His friend threw his hands up in the air. “Hey, I never said anything about eating pussy. I don’t even know your name.”

  “My name’s Caramel and I taste just as sweet.” Yvette leaned over and sucked on his earlobe. I was tempted to peek under the table because he had to be rock hard.

  Baldy looked at me. “What’s your name?”

  “Blaze.”

  “Blaze?”

  “Yes, I got that nickname from men friends,” I lied.

  “How come?”

  “Because my pussy’s hotter than the flames of hell.”

  Baldy cleared his throat. “Damn, you sisters don’t be bullshitting.”

  The temptation was just too much so I rubbed his head. “You have a name, stud muffin?”

  “My name’s Luis.”

  I looked toward his friend. “And his name is?”

  “Michael. Mike for short.”

  I reached down into his lap and started caressing his dick. “Umm, it feels like you’re packing. How many inches are you?”

  He gave me one of the craziest looks I had ever seen. “Are you for real?”

  I unzipped his pants and maneuvered my hand down into them until I had a firm grip on his dick. “Why don’t we go someplace quiet and you can find out whether or not I’m for real?”

  “You have somewhere in mind?”

  “The closest damn hotel, motel, or shitty-ass place we can find. As long as it has a bed, it’s all good.”

  Yvette moved in closer to Michael. “What about you? You down for this?”

  He grinned. “Shit, I’m down for whatever.”

  Within fifteen minutes, we were walking into a room at a hotel by the Interstate. It was rather nice, so I was kind of disappointed. When we were trolling, Yvette and I liked to role-play like we were damn near hookers or something. Most hookers had to give up the ass in dumps, but the place Luis and Michael took us to was rather lavish. It had a kitchen, sofa, and two queen-sized beds. Another disappointment was that they weren’t bikers. It turned out that Luis was an accountant and Michael was a real estate agent. Not exactly the things raunchy fantasies are made of. When Michael asked if we’d like him to make some coffee, I almost hurled. A cup of coffee as a prelude to fucking?

  Luis had actually offered to take us
back to his place, which was a serious no-no. I wasn’t even trying to get to know him like that. He asked me what I did for a living and I told him that I raised chickens. I had no idea what people did to make ends meet in West Virginia, so I stole the idea from Mary Ann’s background. The look of disbelief on his face told me that he wasn’t really buying it but I didn’t care. Come sunrise the man would never lay eyes on me again, if I had anything to say about it.

  Michael drove a big-ass Blazer. I hoped that didn’t mean he had a Napoleon complex. Sometimes men try to surround themselves with big things to make up for the little things they are holding. I knew Yvette and if the brotha was seriously lacking in the dick department, she would have no problem straight up embarrassing him in front of Luis and me. Besides, I was hoping to turn the night into a foursome and I could not stand little dicks either.

  Luis and I had made out in the elevator on the way up to the seventh floor. He was a great kisser. That’s for damn sure. It had been a while since a man had kissed me with such passion. I wondered if that was normal for him or if he had been going through a pussy drought and was making up for lost time. I definitely didn’t want him to get pussy-whipped. However, if he did end up that way, it was a personal problem because I was moving out and moving on.

  After checking out the amenities of the room, we cut out all the lights except the one in the bathroom. That left us just enough visibility to see who was who. I flipped through the stations on the digital alarm clock and finally landed on an R & B station that was in the middle of a slow jam marathon.

  Yvette and I stood in the middle of the two beds and started dancing seductively together. It was something we had done many times before and it never failed to turn men on. She ran her fingers through my hair while I slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders. When her breasts toppled out, I could have sworn that I heard one of the men gasp. Yvette had nice tits but they weren’t humongous. Hell, if she had been holding triple Ds, someone might have fainted.

  It took another ten minutes or so for us to completely undress each other. We took our time and did it slowly so the men could take in every inch one at a time. Luis was laid back on one of the beds while Michael was sitting on the edge of the other one.