I leaned in to him and whispered in his ear, “I really missed you, and when we get to my place, I’m going to show you just how much.”
As I waited for the valet to bring the car around, I hoped I had made a clean getaway. Then I heard the dreaded words.
“Cynda? Is that you?”
I turned toward the voice. “Drayton, what are you doing here?”
“Just hanging out with a couple of friends. They’re in town from New York.”
“Cool,” I said, nervously eyeing the front door of the restaurant.
“We were chilling at the bar when I spotted you walking out. Want to meet them?” he asked.
“I can’t. I’m here on a date.”
“A date?” He smirked. “You never have time to go on dates with me.”
“You never ask.”
“Maybe if I had a phone number or some way to contact you, I could.”
The situation was not going well. Hakim would emerge from the door any second.
“You don’t have a coat on, Drayton. Why don’t you just go back inside before you catch a death of cold?”
“In other words, you don’t want your man to run into me.” He busted me.
“Basically.”
Drayton rolled his eyes. “Whatever, Cynda. Your girl’s a better fuck than you are anyway.”
He leered at me a few seconds and then yanked the front door of the restaurant open just as Hakim was coming out. He looked back at me with disgust and then at Hakim. “Man, if that’s you right there, you better watch out. She ain’t shit!”
Hakim said, “What the fuck did you say?” He tried to go back into the restaurant but I grabbed him by the elbow. “What the fuck did he just say to me?”
“Don’t worry about it, baby. He’s just some drunken fool that followed me out from the bar, assuming I would give him some play. I told him that I was here with my man. My husband, in fact.”
“Husband?” Hakim’s entire demeanor changed. “I like the sound of that.”
I kissed him on the cheek. “Then maybe that’s something we should discuss, after we make love all night.”
The valet finally pulled the car around. I let Hakim drive, even though we were only minutes away from my place. I was going to miss Drayton but it was just as well. All good things, including good fucks, must come to an end. Looking back, I realized I had let it go too far anyway. I was doing him too often, it was too much like being in a relationship. PID can be a motherfucker. I had to keep in mind that I still had APF to satisfy my sexual urges. Yes, and there was Heaven. Fuck Drayton, I’d be all right.
I was a bit concerned about Mary Ann possibly telling my business. While I didn’t think she was the type to run her mouth, she did have that Trevor idiot in her life. I had to hope that she wouldn’t confide in him. Drayton had driven the knife kind of hard in me with that “your girl’s a better fuck than you are anyway” comment. No one, even that country bumpkin, could outfuck me on my worst day.
Patricia
I told Olive that I had to go back to the dorm to study. She knew me better than that but I didn’t want to jinx my new relationship. I couldn’t even believe I was in one. It had happened so quickly.
I had been going through an automatic car wash two weeks prior when I spotted him through the rags that were pounding on my car. He was one of the men that finished off the car once the wash was complete. As a little girl, I used to love going through those car washes with my parents. It was almost like taking an amusement park ride, even though it only lasted a few minutes.
As an adult, I had grown accustomed to going through them and playing with my clit while I was in the car alone. I would put on some soft R & B music and play with myself, often coming before the car was finished. That’s exactly what I was doing when I first saw him: playing with my clit.
The first thing I spotted were his luscious lips. His butter pecan complexion and thick eyebrows caught my attention. His slicked-back hair was like black silk. I wasn’t sure of his nationality and I didn’t care. All I knew was that I planned to fuck him.
Normally, I would stay in my car while the crew dried and waxed my car. This time, I got out. All of them were speaking Spanish to each other. I couldn’t understand a word. Some things are universal, though, and I knew they were all checking me out and making remarks about my tits and ass. I had on a tight pair of jeans and a low-cut sweater. It was cold as shit outside too, but I didn’t care. I was trying to figure out how I could seduce his ass if we didn’t speak the same language. Then I realized this was America and all of them had to speak some kind of English, even if it was limited.
I looked him straight in the eye. “You speak English?”
He laughed at me. “Just as well as you do,” he replied. “My buddies and I just prefer Spanish on the job.”
“So you can talk about people without them knowing what you’re saying?” I asked jokingly.
“Something like that.”
“Hmm, but you do have an accent. A sexy one at that.”
He blushed and showed a set of dimples I didn’t know existed. “You think my accent is sexy?”
“Yeah, where’s it from?”
“I’m Puerto Rican but I’ve been in the States more than ten years.”
“Are you new here? I’ve never seen you and I get my car washed here a lot.”
He shrugged his shoulders and looked up to his right like he was deep in thought. “I’ve been here about two months but I just went on full-time. It’s hard getting a gig because the tips are really good.”
I pulled him away from the other men while they finished up my car. I could tell they were trying to hear every word I was saying.
He was about the same height as me, shorter than I liked, but his fineness made up for it.
“Let me ask you this. Has anyone ever tipped you with pussy?”
“Now that would definitely be a first.”
I grabbed the collar of his work overalls. “What’s your name?”
“Alejandro.”
“Nice name.”
“Thanks. Do you have one?”
“Patricia. Patricia Reynolds.” I clamped my eyes shut and said, “Fuck!”
He chuckled. “Your name is Patricia Reynolds Fuck?”
“No, just Patricia Reynolds.”
I couldn’t believe that I’d told him my real name. Not only my real first name but my real last name too. I was slipping.
Looking back on it now, I think that might have been a sign. A sign that I was ready to enter into an authentic relationship again. It had been a while since I’d been in one. I was seeing this dude named Maurice but he soon moved away.
After Alejandro got off work, I met him for dinner. He had been married, he told me. But his ex-wife, Manda, had decided to return home to Puerto Rico. She missed her parents and siblings too much to stay in America. He, on the other hand, had no intention of ever moving back there. Alejandro had goals and something about his character made me think he would have the determination to achieve them. I never thought I’d hook up with a car wash worker but as it turned out he did make pretty decent tips. He had a nice place in Langley Park, Maryland, and lived alone.
Amazingly, after talking much junk, I didn’t even sleep with him that first night. He wouldn’t allow it. He insisted on getting to know me better. At first, I wondered if he was gay. Not many men will turn down pussy. Especially, free easy pussy.
We did sleep together a few days later and it was the shit. He whispered to me in Spanish while we were going down on each other. I had no idea what he was saying but I knew it sounded sexy as hell. Yvette used to date this French dude and he would whisper sweet nothings to her in French. She would often brag about it but I wasn’t feeling it. Now that I was banging Alejandro, I was definitely feeling it and then some.
That night, instead of studying like I’d told Olive, I was going to hang out with Alejandro at a Latin nightclub. He had promised to teach me how to do the “forbidden d
ance.” There was a popular movie out at the time that I’d caught at a matinee where the people were competing doing the Lambada. It looked like they were fucking on the dance floor. In fact, I fucked the two dudes sitting three seats down from me in the theater for the hell of it. I told them my name was Sharisa.
We met and he drove us to the Latin Palace in Baltimore. I had heard a lot of ads for the place on the radio but figured all the hype about it was an exaggeration. That is, until I actually got there. It was awesome and crowded. The decor made me feel like I was on some island. And everyone in the place was shaking what their momma gave them.
Alejandro wasted no time taking me to the middle of the dance floor and wearing my ass out. I thought I was good at grinding but he taught me something new that night. An hour into it, I felt like I’d just had a gruesome workout at the gym. In fact, I told myself that I needed to start hitting the gym again on a regular basis.
I had on this tight black sheath and stiletto ankle boots, which made me slightly taller than him. We ordered a couple of frozen banana daiquiris and grabbed two stools in a dark corner. I gave him a hand job in the dark shadows while he fingered me. Then he let me lick myself off his fingers. Damn, that daiquiri sure made my pussy taste sweet!
We walked along the Baltimore harbor till about 1 A.M. and then crept onto an empty yacht and fucked up against the helm. Then we spent the night on the deck, covered by a wool throw. The next morning the owner ran us off, threatening to call the police. We laughed all the way back to the car.
21
Mary Ann
“Make yourself at home, Max,” he said, turning on a torchère lamp in the living room of his apartment.
His name was Lucas and he was forty-nine. I thought as much. I was right on the money. He was an accountant for a large technology corporation. He lived alone on the Southwest waterfront in a high-rise adjacent to a marina. He claimed to have a boat that he promised to show me one day somewhere down there. I knew that that would never happen because I never planned to see him again beyond that night.
I wanted to know now what it would feel like to have sex with strangers on a regular basis, as would be the case if I joined APF. I wasn’t sure I had it in me to do such a thing, but the way Olive and Patricia had described it had sounded so sensual and arousing. Then there was my experience that night at Heaven. Well, that had changed me. And then, there was Drayton. What a difference a few months can make in a person’s life. I would never be the same.
“So, you never told me what Max was short for?” Lucas asked while he fixed us a pitcher of martinis.
“Maxine,” I replied, lying. “My father wanted a boy and once he got over the disappointment, he convinced my mother to call me Maxine. Max, for short.”
“That’s cool.” He handed me a glass and we toasted. “Here’s to a wonderful evening.” We sipped and then he said, “It’s getting rather late.”
“Yes, it is late but I’m a night owl.”
“Me too; especially on the weekends. No need to rush out of bed in the mornings.”
“True.”
“So tell me, Max. What do you do for a living?”
“Does it matter?” I asked, laughing nervously.
“No, not really. Just trying to make conversation. After all, I’ve already told you so much about me and I hardly know a thing about you. I even confided in you about my ex-wife’s profession.”
“Tell the truth. Did it ever once turn you on?”
“Did what turn me on?”
“The fact that she was sleeping with other men.”
He cleared his throat. “Honestly?”
“Yes, honestly.”
“Ninety-nine percent of the time when I think about it, I feel nothing but pure disgust. But the other one percent of the time, I must admit that I am curious.”
“Curious about what?”
“About what she would look like doing it with someone else. I understand she’s even played around with other women.”
I slid my hand up and down his thigh. “Well, that intrigues most men.”
We both chuckled.
“Yes, I guess it does. But the thought of her being with another man, doing the same things she did with me, did arouse me somewhat.”
“Why is that?”
“Just human nature, I guess. Something different. Something new. Life is all about experiences and creating memories.”
I put my glass on the coffee table and then took his to do the same. I stood up in front of him and straddled him on the sofa, unbuttoning my blouse. “Care to create some memories with me?”
He ran his fingertips over my breasts. “You’re something else, Max.”
“So are you. Can I ask you one last question?”
“Sure.”
“Since you found out about your ex, have you been reluctant to pick up women?”
“You’re quite the mind reader. You sure you’re not a psychiatrist?”
“No, but I am good at certain kinds of therapy.”
I removed my blouse and reached behind me to undo the clasps on my bra.
“Oh, really? What types of therapy?”
“My specialty is sexual therapy.”
I slipped my tongue into his eager mouth and wrapped my arms around his neck. His kisses were deep and passionate. I had never kissed an older man but his experience was showing.
Lucas pushed me away suddenly. “Max, come clean with me. Why are you doing this? Really?”
I hesitated. I couldn’t decide whether an honest answer would be better than a fabrication. Then again, I wasn’t sure what the honest answer would be.
“Because I want to know what it’s like,” I finally replied.
“What what is like?” he asked.
“Picking up a stranger and being intimate with him. Giving myself to someone completely. Someone I hardly know.”
“And you’ve never done this before?”
“Not without guidance,” I said, thinking that Olive had either dared me or drawn me into my other recent experiences. “I wanted to know what it felt like to be the aggressor.”
“In other words, you’ve been picked up by men before but never actually picked one up?”
“Something like that.” I began to feel uncomfortable, like I might back out. “Listen, can we just stop talking? I’m here because I want to be but if you want me to leave, just say the word. I want this to be mutual.”
“And it will be,” Lucas said before initiating another kiss.
I had tensed up and he could tell. “Why don’t I run you a bath? Run us a bath. That might help us relax but I definitely don’t want you to leave. You might very well be the most fascinating woman I’ve ever met.”
I blushed. “Now that is quite the compliment. Just from the little bit I know about you, I can tell that you’re used to powerful, intelligent women.”
“You mean other than my ex-wife?”
We both laughed.
Lucas took me by the hand and led me to his master bedroom. “Come on, let’s relax.”
After a luxurious bath in his garden tub, Lucas laid me down on his king-sized bed. He wasn’t rough or too aggressive and he definitely wasn’t foul-mouthed. It was much different than with Drayton. Lucas’s body was spectacular for any age and his soft hands were magical.
He kissed every inch of my body and even licked my asshole. I had always thought that would make me cringe but it turned me on so much. He sucked on each one of my fingers and toes and even licked my underarms. But the most awesome thing he did to me that night was eat my pussy. He took me to another universe. It was unreal, the way he made me climax over and over again. I felt like a buffet meal and he took his time devouring me, pausing to lick up and down the inside of my thighs from time to time.
When Lucas stuck his index finger in my ass, I almost freaked but then I realized it felt good. That was about the time it dawned on me that I was supposed to be the aggressor and I was anything but at that moment. If I was go
ing to do this, I was going to do it the way I planned.
“Um, Lucas,” I said, pushing his head from my pussy. “It’s my turn.”
I could hear him chuckling. “All right, if that’s the way you want it.”
“I do.”
He lay on his back beside me and rested his head on his palms. “Do with me as you wish.”
“Where do you keep your ties?”
“Why? Do you want to borrow one?”
“No, I want to tie you up.”
“Hmm, I don’t know about that. You might rob me.”
“Do I look like a thief? The only thing I’m interesting in stealing is your dick.” I rubbed my hand up and down his shaft. “Which, I might add, is splendid.”
“Splendid dick.” He grinned. “That’s a new one.”
“So where do you keep them?”
“I have a tie rack in my closet,” he said, pointing to his right.
I entered his massive walk-in closet and admired his taste in clothes. Everything was pricey and well kept. He had at least fifty ties, mostly silk, hanging on a rack. I chose four of the finest and went back into the bedroom.
“Have you ever surrendered yourself totally to a woman before?” I asked, climbing on top of him.
“No, never,” he replied. “I must admit that I’m a bit nervous about this. It’s a big risk.”
“So why are you taking it?”
“Because I think you’re worth it.”
I grinned as I bound his hands to the posts at the head of the bed. I purposely didn’t make them too tight. Then I bound his feet to the posts at the foot of the bed.
“Believe it or not, I don’t have much experience when it comes to sex.”
Lucas laughed. “I find that very hard to believe.”
“Seriously. Until a few months ago, my experiences were very limited. To one man, in fact.”
“Let me guess. The man who left you at the restaurant?”
“Yeah, he and I had been together for years. Until I moved to D.C., I had never been with anyone but him.”
“I noticed your accent. Are you from Tennessee or Alabama? I’ve been trying to place it.”
“You’re right on the money,” I lied. “I’m from Birmingham.”