The Sisters of APF

  I sat on the octagonal table and leaned back on my elbows, spreading my legs. I eyed Luis seductively. “Anyone care for a snack?”

  Luis was frozen and it tripped me out when Michael jumped up from the bed and sat down between my legs within a matter of seconds. He didn’t say a word. He just started getting his grub on. That was surprising considering his reaction to Yvette’s pussy-eating comment back at the club.

  I knew Yvette wouldn’t care about the sudden partner switcheroo. Luis was hands down the finer of the two. I would have bitched about it if the tongue action hadn’t been on point. Michael went tongue-diving for a good fifteen minutes while I watched Yvette climb on top of Luis on the bed and start kissing him. She pulled his shirt over his head and then bit at his nipples. Most women don’t understand that men tend to get more stimulated by nipple play than women.

  Yvette helped Luis get his pants off and started waxing his dick. I always told Yvette that if she ever flunked out of law school, she could definitely star in pornos. I knew how to suck a mean dick but Yvette had that shit down to a science. What amazes me about her is that even if a man is humongous, Yvette can take the whole thing in her mouth like it’s a lollipop.

  Quite frankly, watching her suck Luis’s dick started to turn me on more than Michael eating my pussy. Everything is okay in moderation but I was ready for some fucking. I pushed Michael’s face away from me and said, “Get naked and sit over there on the sofa.”

  He obeyed and I got a condom out of my purse. I was glad to see that Michael was well endowed. I sat down beside him and kissed him so I could taste my own pussy. I just love the way I taste. When I was back in high school, I used to lie in the bed, finger myself, and lick my fingers. Some people might find that nasty but if a woman doesn’t want to taste herself, then why should a man?

  I glanced over at the bed and Luis and Yvette were doing each other orally. Now that’s what I was talking about. The “69” position has always been a personal favorite. While I enjoyed seeing them go at it, I was ready to sit on some good old-fashioned dick. I mounted Michael like he was a stallion and eased his dick inside my pussy.

  “Um,” I said to him. “You feel damn good, baby!”

  He palmed my breasts and started lapping on my left nipple like an ice-cream cone. “You feel good too, sweetie!”

  I turned around and winked at Yvette, who was about to slap a condom on Luis. Then she and I made a game of it; trying to see who could ride a dick the best. It was something we often did when we went trolling. So many women are scared to ride dicks. They think there’s something difficult about it, but it’s really all a matter of attitude and self-confidence.

  Not only did Yvette and I fuck the two brothas hard, we fucked them right to sleep. We were going to call a cab but Yvette reminded me that we were being adventurous. She snatched the keys to the Blazer and we slipped out over in the morning. We slapped each other a high five as we drove back to the club to get our car. Once there, we left the keys on the front seat and I wrote “Thanks for the fuck!” in red lipstick on the front windshield.

  15

  Olive

  “Listen up, sorors. I know we had decided to keep the D.C. chapter enrollment of APF to a minimum, but I’d like to make a nomination.” We’d just gathered at a secret location for our monthly freak night. We were waiting for the cum daddies to arrive. That’s my personal nickname for them and now it seems to be becoming popular among the sorors.

  “Nomination?” Soror Yolanda asked, obviously disturbed by the mere thought.

  “She better be the mofo bomb diggity because I like things just the way they are,” Soror Keisha interjected.

  “You all just hear Olive out!” Patricia started yelling at the group. She has this thing about people getting sassy with me since I brought her into the group. “She’s our elected leader so give her some respect.”

  Keisha smacked her lips and threw daggers at me with her eyes. “We’re listening, but this better be good.”

  “You’ve all met her before,” I continued. “At our investment club meeting a couple of months ago.”

  “You have got to be shittin’ me!” Yvette exclaimed. “You’re not talking about that countrified chick from school, are you?” She frowned at Patricia. “The one that was in the dining hall with you that day?”

  Patricia quickly responded. “Yes, we are, and she has a name.”

  “Her name’s Mary Ann Ferguson,” I announced. “She’s originally from South Dakota, she’s a straight-A student, and she’s definitely APF material.”

  Soror Melanie was the next one to voice an objection. “We agreed that our membership was closed unless someone truly exceptional happened to come along.”

  “I believe that Mary Ann is truly exceptional,” I stated vehemently. “So does Patricia. Right, soror?”

  “Absolutely.” Patricia got up and stood beside me in unity. “I stand behind Mary Ann’s nomination one hundred percent.”

  “My nomination stands.” I took a quick survey of the faces in the room. Melanie, Lisa, and most of the others would go along with me. I wasn’t too sure about Yvette or Keisha. As for Yolanda, she knew better not to even try me. If it wasn’t for me, her ass wouldn’t be there either. It was getting dangerously close to the time for the cum daddies to arrive and we needed to get into fuck mode. “Shall we take a vote before the men get here?”

  16

  Mary Ann

  I really had mixed feelings about spending Thanksgiving with Trevor. We were back on speaking terms but that was about it. He swore up and down that I was the only one for him. Every time that crap came out of his mouth, I made it a point to remind him of the night FeFe was over there waxing his dick.

  Trevor promised that if I spent Thanksgiving with him, it would be a night I would never forget. I had to admit that it sounded intriguing. After the experiences I’d had with Drayton, I couldn’t imagine something being more unforgettable. Especially in light of the fact that Trevor had never actually blown my mind in bed.

  Besides, I couldn’t afford to go home. Daddy had promised me that he would send me a plane ticket to come home for Christmas and I could hardly wait. I had never flown before and half of me was terrified. The other half was excited. All my life I had watched movies with people flying the friendly skies and it looked like a lot of fun. Then again, the thought of plummeting twenty thousand feet to earth if something went wrong wasn’t appealing at all.

  Trevor didn’t want to go home for some reason. I got the impression that he wasn’t very close to his parents. From what I could see, he rarely called them. Only once did he say he had to go home because of an emergency. Otherwise he never mentioned going home for a visit. Trevor came from money and was the typical spoiled little rich boy. He was used to getting whatever he wanted and that probably explained his tendency to run through women right and left. I was now determined that he would never make a fool out of me again. If anything, I would be the one to make a fool out of him.

  Dinner was romantic and nice, but I wouldn’t call it unforgettable. Trevor picked me up from my dorm, which was practically abandoned, and drove me out to Alexandria, Virginia, to an upscale rooftop restaurant on top of a resort hotel. The view of the city from there was gorgeous. The restaurant was packed, it was a good thing he made reservations. I thought everybody ate Thanksgiving dinner at home, like they did back home. Apparently, that was not the case in the D.C. area.

  “What’s on your mind, Mary Ann?” Trevor asked once the waitress had taken our drink order.

  I grinned at him. “What makes you think there’s anything on my mind?”

  “Because you’re so quiet.”

  “I really don’t have much to talk about.”

  “You were silent in the car on the way over here too.”

  I shrugged. “Sorry if I’m bad company.”

  Trevor reached across the white linen tablecloth and took my hand. “Look, I have apologized over and over again about what happene
d.”

  I rolled my eyes and yanked my hand away.

  “I made a mistake and I admit it. It will never happen again.”

  “Maybe it’s just your nature.”

  He sighed. “I’ll admit that there was a time, in my youth, when I thought it was my duty to satisfy more than one woman at once.”

  I had to grab the cloth napkin and cough into it to prevent myself from laughing. Satisfy women, my ass! Trevor was not working with half the amount of sexual skills that he assumed he was.

  “When I first got to law school, women were throwing themselves at me right and left. I wasn’t in love or attached or anything like that, so I did what every red-blooded American man would do. I made the most of the situation.”

  I felt myself getting angry. “Did you ever consider the feelings of the women you were satisfying?”

  “Yes, of course. I know you find that hard to believe, but I always considered their feelings.”

  “And what about my feelings when you hooked back up with FeFe?”

  The waitress returned with Trevor’s screwdriver and my strawberry daiquiri. I could tell from the expression on his face that Trevor was relieved to get a few seconds to come up with a response.

  “Are you ready to order?” she asked.

  “Can you give us a few more minutes?” I responded. “I haven’t had a chance to read the entire menu.”

  “Sure. Just so you know, our special tonight is roasted turkey breast with apple-walnut dressing, gravy, sweet potatoes, and collard greens.”

  “Wow, sounds like back home.”

  Trevor chuckled. “Not bad for a ritzy place, huh?”

  I laughed in return. “No, it’s a good thing. I thought we would have to end up eating duckling or something.”

  The waitress was about to leave but we stopped her and ordered two specials. There was no need to peruse the menu when the special was on point.

  I decided to let Trevor off the hook and not bring up FeFe again. I refused to let thoughts of her nasty behind ruin my Thanksgiving dinner. By sitting there discussing her, I was letting her win and get the results she had hoped for. That was not going to happen.

  Trevor actually made me laugh throughout dinner and that was refreshing because I had been wound up pretty tight lately. School was going well, although I could have done without the company and attitude of a couple of my professors. I couldn’t wait until the spring term so I could get them out of my life. The study load was outrageous but I knew that it would be before I came. It was all part of the challenge, a challenge I craved.

  After dinner, Trevor excused himself from the table. I thought he was going to the men’s room, but after he was gone more than ten minutes, I grew concerned. All sorts of silly thoughts started running through my mind like whether he had crept off to call another woman to make plans for the rest of the night, or to cancel them.

  He came back to the table full of apologies.

  “Sorry it took me so long.”

  “Is your stomach all right?” I asked.

  “Yes, my stomach is fine. I just went down to the lobby to take care of something.”

  “What’s down in the lobby?”

  “The registration desk.” He chugged down the last of his third screwdriver. “It may have been presumptuous of me but I decided to see if they had an available room for tonight.”

  Hmph, he thought he was going to get some booty. Not!

  “Well, I hope you didn’t get a room because I was definitely planning on going back to my dorm tonight.”

  “Aw, damn! The only room they had left was a deluxe suite and I already charged it. It was quite pricey too.”

  “Then you can drop me off at the dorm and come back here and spend the night.”

  The look on Trevor’s face was priceless. “Mary Ann, you’re really not playing fair.”

  “I didn’t realize we were playing a game, Trevor.”

  “You know what I mean. I realize you’re probably not ready to be intimate with me again but that doesn’t mean we can’t cuddle.”

  I snickered. “Cuddle? I didn’t realize men use that word.”

  “You get my drift.”

  We sat there arguing over the matter until Trevor wore me down and everyone that had ordered around the same time as us was long gone. I agreed to go to the suite with him so he would shut the hell up.

  The suite was incredible. I had never seen anything like it. The bed was big enough for five or six people and the dark cherry furniture reeked of money. The bathroom was huge, the size of regular hotel rooms, and had a marble Jacuzzi. Trevor insisted on running me a bath. A bath was exactly what I needed but I made it clear that I would only be bathing. Trevor didn’t try to impose and that was a smart move on his part. He caught something on cable while I enjoyed the jets spraying warm water all over my body. I had never had that experience before and now I knew why so many people made a fuss over Jacuzzis.

  In fact, the water hitting up against my breasts and pussy made me horny. The lights in the bathroom were dimmed and I wished that Drayton, or someone as well endowed as he, was in there with me. I closed my eyes and conjured him up. Then I fingered myself until I had a toe-curling orgasm.

  Too bad for Trevor. If he was hoping to bust a nut that night, he was on his own because I had already gotten mine.

  Patricia

  Thanksgiving is a special time of the year for most people. Thanksgiving for me was a rebirth every year. I lost my virginity on Thanksgiving Day. I was seventeen years old and it was in the back seat of Zander Turner’s Trans Am. There was barely enough room to lift my legs but we somehow managed and that night changed my life.

  Zander got married to Gina, a girl he had been dealing with most of his life, right after high school. Damn shame because he and I belonged together. His marriage was practically arranged. Zander’s mother and Gina’s mother had been best friends for close to thirty years, so they forced the kids together while they were still in diapers. Gina might have been a decent woman and she was the mother of Zander’s three children but that still didn’t stop his one addiction: me.

  For a while after the marriage, I played the serious mistress role. We fucked every chance we got, including the day before his wedding and the day he returned from his honeymoon. He almost didn’t make it to the wedding rehearsal because he didn’t want to pull himself away from my pussy. I never felt like it was a dirty thing. Zander and I were a natural. A spontaneous combustion whenever we were in the same room. I find it hard to believe that Gina never figured it out. Where the hell did she think he was late at night?

  I grew tired of it, owning the dick but not owning the man. I knew breaking it off was the right thing to do but the thought of never fucking him again was too much. Thus, we came to an agreement. Every Thanksgiving we fuck the taste out of each other’s mouths.

  I go home to New York to eat Thanksgiving dinner with my parents and afterward, Zander and I meet at the Marriott Marquis in Times Square to get our freak on. Where he tells Gina he’s going every year, I have no idea. My parents have never been the type to question me, but they are not stupid either.

  Zander looked especially fine that Thanksgiving when he knocked on the door of Room 1320. He was wearing a pair of black slacks and a form-fitting ivory sweater. He looked like he’d just stepped off the pages of a men’s fashion magazine. Zander is tall, dark, and always clean-shaven. His black, silky hair always felt great rubbing against my inner thighs.

  “Hey, baby,” I cooed as I opened the door so he could come in. I was slightly hidden because I didn’t want to chance someone walking down the hallway seeing me in all my naked glory.

  Zander’s eyes widened when he realized I was already nude. “Glad to see I don’t have to waste any time undressing you.”

  We both laughed as I jumped into his arms and straddled my legs around his waist. I slipped my tongue in his mouth. “Umm, you taste sweet.”

  “No, that’s all you, Patricia. My sweet, s
weet thing.”

  I decided to tease him. “You’re not going to feel guilty this year, are you?”

  He tossed me on the bed and started undressing with a quickness. “Do I look like I feel guilty?”

  When he dropped his pants, his dick was at full attention.

  “No, you look like you could split bricks with that thing.”

  He spread my legs and climbed on top of me. “I’d rather split you wide open with it.”

  “Do the damn thing, then.”

  And do the damn thing, he did.

  17

  Mary Ann

  After my freaky experiences with Drayton, you would think I would have been prepared for anything. Well, that’s what I thought—until Olive showed up at my door one night in a long trench coat with a hat concealing her face. I jokingly asked her if she was on an undercover mission.

  “Something like that,” she said.

  She demanded that I put on some dark clothing and a baseball cap and meet her down in the car. Strange, I thought. I reluctantly agreed and within minutes we were on our way somewhere in downtown D.C. near the waterfront. She was driving a rental car, instead of her Jaguar. Things were getting straight up spooky.

  I thought it was strange that Olive would come get me in the first place. It isn’t like we were friends. We sexually had a man in common. But as far as I knew, she didn’t even know about my second rendezvous with Drayton. Something inside of me was curious enough to follow Olive’s lead. I was hoping great sex would be somewhere in the picture.

  I asked Olive over and over where we were going, especially when we passed a group of winos sharing a bottle. They stood around a trash barrel with a blazing fire—as if the liquor wouldn’t keep them warm enough. Olive’s response to my queries was to ignore me and crank up the volume of the music playing in the car. It was reggae so I just gyrated my hips to the music and relaxed. I felt a sharp pain shoot up my spine, though, when she parked in front of what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse.