Assariyah (4 page)

Man this girl was tripping over a dude she had known for forty-eight hours.

“He is not even your fucking type,” she continued to rant.

“Well the size of his pocketbook is so my type.”

“You make me sick,” Jasmina growled at me.

She was really pushing my buttons so I flipped on her.

“Quit bitching, dude ain’t feeling you like that. He wants me. He told me so himself. So tell me what’s the point in letting all that money go to waste?”

I paused for a minute or so waiting for Jasmina to respond. I could barely hear her breathing, nothing but silence travelled through the receiver. Finally she was beginning to see things from my point of view, I knew she would eventually.

I switched up the tone of my voice, making sure I sounded bubblier before addressing her again. “Tell me what you want and next time I’m with him I’ll pick it up for you. I know you’ve been wanting that Louis V bag, the sleek Monogram Vernis one in red for the longest!”

“You know what?”

“What?” I asked her anxiously, only to be greeted by the sound of Jasmina kissing her teeth.

“F-U-C-K Y-O-U Bitch!” she spat out and slammed down the phone.

Oh my gosh, I know this chick didn’t just end the conversation like that. I gripped the phone tightly, fuming inside. Like why couldn’t she just work with me? Dude was loaded and we could milk him for days but no she wanted to act all dumb and catch feelings over a guy who wasn’t even feeling her. Well I tried to be nice but fuck it. I’m going to make sure I get mine from that nigga.

I swore to myself that I’d never mess with any guy who didn’t have his paper stacked after the shit that loser Sammi put me through. At the time Sammi and I had been dating for about four months. It was Valentine’s Day and I was more than thrilled when he told me he wanted me to be his official girl. He arrived at my house looking all sexy dressed in an all black Adidas tracksuit and fresh white Jays. His mocha skin drove me crazy and he had his hair out just the way I liked it. I loved running my fingers through his wild coolie hair when he left it unbraided.

I planted a deep, passionate kiss on his full lips to thank him for the blue roses he had bought for me. They were so enchanting, roses were my favourite, especially the blue ones and I was touched that he’d remembered. I took his hand and led him to the balcony where the candlelit dinner I’d prepared awaited. I hated cooking so, on the rare occasions that I decided to throw on an apron and get my Delia Smith on, you had to know that I was feeling you big time.

The noises Sammi was making whilst he ate the honey-soy broiled salmon I had prepared reassured me that I’d done a good job. After the main course I left the table to get dessert, profiteroles filled with cream, covered in chocolate sauce. Approaching the table on my way back I nearly dropped the dessert bowls I was holding when my eyes caught sight of the Tiffany & Co bag on the table. No fucking way! I adored Tiffany’s. My, my, my…this was turning out to be the best Valentine’s Day yet.

I sat down eagerly and rummaged through the bag, it had two boxes inside. I smiled so much that my cheeks ached. When my hands eventually stopped shaking, I unwrapped the white ribbon tied neatly on the box. He had bought me a sterling silver necklace with a matching bracelet. I was so chuffed.

I climbed on top of him to show my appreciation. He bit and sucked on my neck as I straddled him. Sammi held on to my hips and bounced me up and down in full force on his solid dick. The thickness of his rock compensated for the couple of inches he had lacked in length. His penis stretched my walls in all directions, at the time it had felt like I was being ripped apart but it was so pleasurable. I moaned deeply in between the mixture of ecstasy and pain he put my aching body through. I had venerated his dick, it was too much.

“Whose pussy is this?” I remembered him asking as he continued to bounce me up and down.

“It’s mine,” I answered him defiantly, feeling brave.

That had been a big, big mistake! He lifted himself, making sure he was still inside me and placed me at the tip of the table. Holding both of my legs over his head, he pounded my pussy, each pump was harder and longer than the last one.

“Ummm ahhh…oooh…shit…shit Sammi it’s yours.” I had cried out but he didn’t stop until his body began to shake and he had released a load of cum inside me. He pulled out of me but he was nowhere near finished, he meant business.

Moving in slow circular motions, he flicked my clit with his fingers, pinching them slightly. This caused a whole other sensation that had me jerking back and forth vigorously. Just when I felt like I couldn’t take anymore, he went in for the kill and stuck his tongue deep inside my pussy lapping up all my love juices, whilst slowing kneading my asshole. I came with a force, shaking uncontrollably and before I knew it I had fallen into a deep sleep.

The next morning when I woke up I found myself in the bedroom. Sammi must have carried me in because I couldn’t remember walking in there myself. I called out for him but there was no answer. He had already left but I wasn’t mad. The performance he had laid down the night before was enough to keep me going for at least a week and that was a long time considering how much I loved to fuck! Stretching all the way to the balcony, my pussy still ached. I had left my gift out in the balcony and couldn’t wait to try them on but I noticed something that I hadn’t spotted the previous night. The colour of the boxes looked a shade darker than that of the distinctive turquoise blue associated with Tiffany and Co. No way! I thought to myself, shaking out the doubts that it was fake. He wouldn’t, I mean who does that? I had to find out, I needed to be absolutely sure, so I took the package and the jewellery he had given me to Selfridges in New Bond Street.

My heart pounded as I headed towards Tiffany’s concession. It’s real, it’s real, I repeated to myself. Maybe they had changed it slightly, you know, a Valentine’s special edition or something, it was possible after all. The store was quite busy and, with it being fairly small, I could see everything. I spotted an Arab couple admiring engagement rings, they looked crazily in love. I was the only black person in the store at the time and waited nervously for assistance.

A middle aged man with salt and pepper hair came over to me when he was free. “Hello, how can I help you?” His accent gave away that he was of French origin. He led me to the counter and I pulled the gift Sammi had given me out of my bag. He immediately raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything until I opened one of the boxes.

“This is not a Tiffany piece,” he fired back abruptly.

I was beyond embarrassed, all eyes were on me.

“Are you sure?”

Looking back I realised I shouldn’t have asked him again as I just drew more attention to myself but I had wanted him to tell me so badly that he had made a mistake.

“Yes this is definitely not one of ours, look at the box, it does not have the colour of Tiffany blue,” he said, as he held out the original.

Words cannot even describe how small and low I had felt as I hurried out the store. I had been twenty then but every time I thought about that incident the wound was still as raw as the first time, it cut deep.

I needed to release my anger, writing was my therapy. I picked up my diary and began to vent. Money over everything! That was my state of mind. The pages of my diary knew me better than anyone. My diary never spoke back and thus never judged me.

Chapter 4

I arrived at Tyler’s home as arranged. He was stunned when I told him that I was
coming to see him after 11pm but, to my relief he agreed nonetheless. I needed to feel him now more than ever, especially after the argument with Jasmina I had to release some tension. It didn’t take me long to get ready. I had a quick shower, pulled my hair back in a messy chignon and threw on the hornette playsuit I had purchased earlier on that day. My body was lightly scented with Victoria Secret’s ‘Love Spell’ body butter. I didn’t want to go overboard by spraying perfume because if things went my way, like they usually did, there would be a lot of licking and sucking. The last thing he needed was the taste of perfume in his mouth. Tonight I would bless him with my natural scent and leave the taste of my juices lingering on his tongue.

Personally I did not see the point in wasting time. I mean why spend several months dining out, watching movies, endless late nights staying up and talking on the phone, all for one ultimate result? The pussy or the dick depending on whose perspective you wanted to look at it from. I knew what I wanted so simply cut out all the bullshit in between.

“Damn Ma!” Tyler said, licking his lips. “All this for me?”

Standing with my legs slightly apart, I opened my Mac coat even wider to give him more of an eyeful.

“Well you did promise to give me a good workout session, show me what you got,” I challenged him seductively.

He looked at me intensively. “I’ll be right back,” Tyler informed me.

He disappeared into another room and left me and my throbbing pussy standing in his living room for what felt like forever and a day. In actual fact, he was in and out in less than two minutes.

“Hey lady, put this on.”

I was baffled by his actions but I took the XXL white shirt he had stretched out to me and reluctantly put it on as he ordered.

“Okay so what is this all about?” I asked him unenthusiastically.

“We’re going for a walk and I don’t want your half naked butt to freeze to death.”

“A walk!” I exclaimed, pointing to my six-inch stilettos. “If you haven’t noticed these shoes were not made for walking!”

“Don’t worry it’s not that far,” Tyler said, grabbing my hands gently.

“Nuh-huh I’m not going… Oh my gosh, put me down Tyler,” I screamed as he scooped me up in his arms, pressing my chest against his hard body.

“Stop fidgeting woman or I’ll make you walk,” he said playfully.

Giving in, I threw my hands up.

“This better be good Tyler.”

“Trust me,” he replied.

My nipples grew even harder upon contact with Tyler. My pussy was dripping to the point that I could feel my thighs getting sticky. I needed to be fucked so badly at that moment but I was left without any wood inside me. ‘Trust me’. I replayed his words over in my mind. I was beginning to doubt the fact that he was even straight. Seriously what red-blooded heterosexual male goes out of his way to cover up a half-naked woman, mind you, not just any naked woman but moi, the crème de la crème? Nah this dude was either fruity or he did not live alone because this shit just didn’t make any sense to me. On the drive over to his all I could picture was Tyler ripping off what little lingerie I was wearing and having his wicked way with me but here I was going for a walk.

Ten minutes later we were standing outside of a fitness centre.

“Here we are,” Tyler said letting me down.

Now I was even more confused, what the fuck is he bringing me here for?

“I work here,” he announced, as if he were reading my thoughts.

“I promised to give you a good workout session remember?”

Pulling out a set of keys from his pocket he opened up the doors, triggering off the alarm system. Tyler rushed to the back to switch off the alarm before offering to give me a tour of the facilities.

I felt mentally and sexually frustrated, time was the last thing I wanted to waste. “What are we doing here exactly?” I asked him, sounding more impatient than I perhaps would have liked to come across.

“Calm down ma, when you called at 11pm to tell me you were coming over I figured you were mine for the night so relax and let me show you around.”

Aaargggh! This guy was driving me up the wall. I swear down he is lucky he looks as sexy as he does because if he had been anybody else I would have left the moment he handed me his stupid shirt. Come on Assariyah breathe…breathe…breathe. Think before you speak, “So what do you have in mind Tyler?”

“Ummm I could tell you but I’d much rather show you,” he said rubbing on my shoulders.

He led me to a room that smelled of aromatherapy oils.

“Get naked and lie face down on one of these tables.” I peeled the shirt I was wearing off slowly, leaving my hornette playsuit on but that was not enough for him.

“Take it all off, ma.” I did as I had been told and got completely naked. My heart pounded heavily as I approached the massage table he was standing by. He fucked me mentally with his eyes, turning me on even more than I already was.

I laid face down on my stomach and immediately felt Tyler’s strong hands on my back. He began by massaging my shoulders and worked his way down my back, he brushed his hands against my butt and started from the top again. He made me feel so sensual, our pheromones travelled through the air increasing our desires for each other. In all my life I couldn’t recall ever wanting or needing a guy as much as I wanted Tyler at that point in time.

“Fuck me Tyler,” I begged him, but he continued to massage me, rubbing in between my thighs evading my pussy, which I wanted him to so badly touch.

I was beyond wet, my pussy had created a rainfall, it was in its very own monsoon season. I was sure that Tyler could feel my juices on his hands. He turned me over slowly, admiring my naked body, he was fucking me mentally again but I wanted him to fuck me physically and all this teasing was becoming unbearable.