At Last (18 page)

             
I stood there a moment and watched as he walked out of the house.  Man, there was just something about him. Maybe it was his broad shoulders.  Or maybe it was the way his pants hung slightly off his waist.  Perhaps it was his walk; like wouldn’t anything get started until he got there.

             
“That’s your boss?”  My mother scoffed.

             
“Yes. What’s wrong with you?”

             
“You always have to deal with them thugs.”

             
“Momma, what are you talking about?”

             
“Look at him; pants hanging all off his behind.  That earring and them damn boots.  And why is he calling you
‘Ma’
?  I don’t like that one bit.  Didn’t you learn anything from Justin?”

             
“Clifford is not
a
thug.  He is a good man. Oh, so Durran calling me
‘Mama’
is where you drew the line?” I asked becoming irritated.

             
She disregarded my comment and walked off. She was pissing me off. I didn’t understand why she couldn’t be happy for me.

Just before I could tell her how I really felt, Taylor ran inside with Yvette.

             
“Mommy!
Mommy!  Did you see Mr. Cliffy?” She gushed grinning from ear to ear.

             
“Yes baby I saw him.”

             
Yvette waltzed in looking suspicious

             
“Hey Mama K.”
She greeted with a weird grin on her face.

             
“Hey, Vette.”
I responded reluctantly.

             
“What’s Cliff doing here?”  She asked.

             
“What it look like, crazy?”  I joked.

             
“You really want my answer?” She asked laughing.

             
“Whatever, Vette.”
I said trying to suppress a smile.

             
Cliff walked back in the house and all speaking came to an end, “What else you need me to move?”

             
He had taken off his gray sweatshirt and was just wearing a white T-shirt along with his gray sweat pants and black Timberland boots. His muscular caramel brown arms looked perfect.  He had his White Sox baseball cap turned to the back showing off his dark facial features.

             
“I have some boxes in that bedroom in the back to the left.”

             
“Mr. Cliffy?”
Taylor said while tugging on his pant leg.

             
“What up, Lil Mama?” He asked bending down.

             
“Can I help?”

             
“I don’t know.  You gotta ask you mother.” He said looking over at me.

             
“Can I Mommy?”

             
“Ok, baby. Just be careful.”

             
“Thank you. Come on, Mr. Cliffy.”  She said pulling Cliff by his arm and leading him to the back.

             
Box by box, Clifford moved everything out of my mother’s house.  Taylor helped too - well as much as a four year old could. The entire time Cliff moved things my mother sulked about him.  I’d never seen her act like that, even with Justin.

             
We’d arrived to my apartment and unpacked nearly everything Taylor and I had. I began putting up dishes when my mother stormed back into the apartment. She was obviously pissed.

             
“Keisha, that thug just offered me a cigarette.” She said angrily.

             
“Momma, what are you talking bout?” I didn’t even turn to face her.

             
“Your boss.
  He’s out there smoking when he needs to be in here helping you.”

             
“Momma, if Cliff wants to smoke that’s fine.  He’s not hurting anyone.  He basically moved everything.  At least he has enough respect to do it outside of the apartment.”

             
“Such high standards.
I’m leaving, where is Yvette? I can’t believe you’d let him disrespect your mother like that.”

             
And with that my mother rounded up my sister and split. My mother had the tendency to be a drama queen when she didn’t get her way.  But that was too bad.  I wasn’t going stop dealing with Cliff because of her hang-ups.  Besides as far as she knew he was just my boss; not my man.

             
“Keisha!” Yvette called.

             
“What?”  I responded distractedly.  Damn. I knew she’d caught me staring at Cliff.

             
“I knew it.”

             
“Knew what?” I asked.

             
“Keisha.”

             
“Yvette.”

             
She burst out into laughter. People began to look at us.

             
“Calm down, Yvette.” I whispered.

             
“You cannot lie to me, Keish.  Just come clean.”  She said disregarding my request. I just continued to curl her hair, “He is sexy though.”

             
I just remained silent as Yvette laughed and laughed. It wasn’t that damn funny.

             
“Come on Keisha, be honest.”  She said turning around so quick I almost burned her ear.

             
“Yvette, be still” I pinched her. She grabbed her arm in pain, “I’ll tell you if you stop bugging me.”

             
“So tell me, Ma!” She said imitating Cliff.

             
“You get on my damn nerves.  Yes, I have been seeing him.  Okay? 
Happy now?”

             
A smile crept upon her face that seemingly stretched forever, “Did you let him hit it yet?”

             
“Bye, Yvette.”  I snatched the cape off her. I was done with her hair.

             
“Come on Keish, tell me. He got a big dick?” She whispered.

             
“I’ma
kill
you, Yvette! Get outta here.  Nobody knows.  I want to take it slow, and he’s fine with that.” I whispered back.

             
“Alright then, I guess that’s cool.  Just know…what is done in the dark will come to light.” Yvette said playfully.

             
“Gone somewhere, tramp,” I said laughing.

             
“Whatever.  Just don’t be calling me for tips when you decide to smash that.” She said smiling.

             
“Bye, crazy.  Don’t forget to pick up Taylor.”

             
“I remember. Keep me posted.”

             
“I always do.”

             
“Do you?” She asked with a smile before kissing me on my cheek and making her way toward the door. Before she left, she turned to Cliff, “Bye Cliff.”

             
“Aiight, Yvette.” Cliff said obviously not picking up on Yvette’s hint that she knew about me and him.

             
My last customer left around seven in the evening.  Cliff was done cutting hair and all the other barbers were gone.  I went behind my client and locked
the door. As soon as I turned around, Cliff was smiling standing directly in front of me.  He pulled me in his arms, held me tightly and kissed me deeply.

             
It felt
so
good as he slipped his tongue in my mouth.  He ran his large hands up and down my body teasing every inch of it. My panties instantly got slippery. He had me pinned up against that door and I could feel his manhood rising.  He slowly pulled away and kissed me on my forehead.

             
He went to close all the blinds.  Then he made his way back to his station and turned off the main lights. The only lights on were the ones surrounding the mirrors. I went back to my station and turned off all my equipment.  He walked up behind me and began to unbutton my blouse.

             
“What you doing?” I asked as my heart began to race in bliss.

             
“Shhhhh.”
He continued to remove my shirt until my red lace bra was exposed.  He grabbed my hair in his hand and slowly nibbled and kissed softly on my neck. His hands roamed all over my body.  He unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans easing me out of them.  My legs began to go weak. Before I knew it I was standing before him in just my bra and panties.

             
“Sit in the chair.”  He said seductively. The words just rolled off his lips. I obeyed his request.  He got down on his knees and took off my shoes. All of a sudden I felt his soft lips on my legs and then my thighs.

Running his rough hands firmly up and down my legs excited me to no end. Gently without notice he slid off my panties. Then he firmly parted my thighs to get to his point of destination
my love...

I could feel the hairs from his beard on my inner thigh and it was turning me on even more.  Placing one of my
legs over his shoulder, he buried his face, licked, kissed and sucked my warm wet center. He made precise slow circles with his tongue then gradually sucked steadily and softly.

“It feels so good.  Please don’t stop.”

My whole body trembled. I came twice. 
Back-to-back.
  It was so intense.  When he finished he kissed the inside of my thigh softly.

“Did you like that?”

“Yeah baby. I loved it.” I said breathlessly in a low whisper.

We kissed becoming dizzy in pleasure.  I was in my swivel chair nude from the waist down.  Pulling off his sweatshirt, I ran my hands up and down his muscular shoulders, arms and chest. His pants were around his ankles and his manhood was peeking out of his light blue boxer shorts.  I couldn’t take it any longer I needed to feel him inside of me.

“Put it in.” I demanded.

“You sure you want it?” He asked with a devilish grin.

“More than anything.”

He pulled it out. It was long, thick and caramel with a slight curve to it. He was packing and he knew it. It was so big I started to back away.

“What you doing?
You runnin’
already?”  He asked chuckling.

“I don’t run from nothing.” I said with an uncertain smile.

He came closer and unsnapped my bra in one swift motion. Seizing my breasts with both hands he gently suckled and licked as I cried out in absolute pleasure.

“Damn, I’ve
been wanting
you for so long.” He said softly between licks. Stepping back for a moment, he
slipped on a Magnum.  Effortlessly he slid himself inside of as I received him within my wanting walls.

We both let out a low moan. Placing his hands underneath me he massaged me tenderly drawing me into him as far as we could go. We were silent for the time being.  Exploring each other’s bodies; discovering what each other wanted and needed.

“Deeper baby,” I purred.

He penetrated deeper, “Like that, Ma?”

“Yes Daddy, just like that. . .”  I said in almost a whisper.

I could tell that turned him on.  Because without notice he scooped me up in his strong arms, while I immediately straddled him as he pumped in and out lowering me up and down his manhood.

I couldn’t take it. Tears streamed down my face and suddenly my entire body shuddered and I fell completely loose. It was the hardest I’d ever
came
in my life.

Holding me tightly his pace intensified and his breathing became increasingly rapid.  I knew he was near his breaking point. I didn’t mind because I was beyond satisfied. I could feel his body tense up as he reached his pinnacle.

We made our way back to my chair. Dripping on one another, I laid my back into his chest as he held me closely from behind. I could feel his heartbeat steady with mine.

“Was it go
od?”
He asked.

“Was it?” I asked with a grin.

“Can’t you tell,”
He said chuckling.  I couldn’t help but to laugh too, “Have you told your people about us yet?”

“Yvette figured it out, but I haven’t told anyone else.  What about you?”

“My family back home knows. Outside of that, nah, don’t
nobody
know.”

“Oh.”  I said getting up and putting my clothes back on.

After throwing on his jeans and t-shirt he looked at me like he was thinking about something, “Yo…you wanna go with me to New York next month?”