Coming after school (2 page)

“Sharice, Baby, you taste like caramel.”

“Oooh . . . Nathan, make me cum.”

The faster he licked the more she begged. Taking
his fingers, he placed two inside of her, while
still sucking on her clit. The combination caused
Sharice to buck and moan. Every time she bucked
he slapped her ass roughly.

“I can’t take it!”

“You can’t take it?” he asked.

“No . . . I’m gon’ cum but I don’t want to cum
yet!”

Sliding from underneath, he quickly put on a
condom and entered her.

“Oh Nathan, fuck me!”

Sharice couldn’t believe she had gone three years
without having sex. As soon as Nathan entered her,
her legs began to shake. Gripping her waist, he
forcefully grinded his way around, until her walls
loosened up. Juices began flowing out of Sharice
that she didn’t even know she had. Massaging her
clit, she played in her own wetness.

“Oooh Baby, fuck me! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck
me!” she called out.

“Damn, Baby,” Nathan said while slapping her
ass with force.

“Don’t move, baby! You hitting my spot!”

“That’s it right there?” He stroked harder,
making his balls slap against her ass.

“Yeah . . . right there! Ahh, yeah, Baby, keep it
right there!”

Holding her waist, Nathan pumped until he felt
himself about to explode. Pulling out, he snatched
off the condom and jerked off into the crack of
Sharice’s ass. Watching, as his love juices slid down
the crease of her ass, he slapped it once more. Still
playing with her clit, Sharice felt herself nearing
an orgasm.

“Shit!” she yelled into the air as she came all
over her hand.

With one of her ass cheeks in his hand, Nathan
massaged his juices into her skin. Out of breath and
still moaning, Sharice lay flat on the bed, trying to
catch her breath.

Nathan continued to wine and dine her for
months, until his goal of getting into her house was
met.

At first she was a little weary about letting a
man around her kids, but she was in love so she
began letting him spend the night. It wasn’t even
a good week and things in Sharice’s house started
coming up missing. She first started noticing that
her wallet would come up short a couple of dollars
each day. Sharice tried telling herself that Nathan
would not steal from her.

She even went as far as blaming Mason. But
when her four-carat wedding ring came up missing,
she knew that Nathan was the culprit. Picking up
the phone, she dialed his cell but was met with a
‘M02 35, Welcome to AT&T Wireless Services.
We’re sorry but your call cannot be completed as
dialed. Please try your call again.’
Sharice felt
like a complete fool. Never once had she been to
his house, and she never bothered to ask which
newspaper he worked for.

Defeated, she threw the phone across the room
and cried. That one incident caused all men to be
looked upon as dogs in her eyes. Sharice hasn’t
trusted a man ever since.

* * *

Gathering her suitcase and laptop, she headed
for the door with the kids in tow. As usual, they
arrived at Mason’s school a minute before the final
bell rang.

After dropping Mya off at the middle school,
she headed to work.

The day seemed to drag on, and for the first time
in almost two years, Sharice wasn’t successful
in showing a house. Tired and disappointed she
headed to Mason’s school for a parent-teacher
conference. Going to his school was the last thing
that she wanted to do. It wasn’t like her plate
wasn’t full enough. Dinner still had to be prepared,
clothes had to be dropped off at the cleaners, Mya
had piano lessons, and, on top of that, Sharice had
to go back up to the high school to pick Mason up
from football practice.

Fortunately for Sharice, Mason’s teachers had
wonderful things to say about him.

Back at home she whipped up a casserole and
threw it in the oven. Running to each of the kids’
rooms, she picked out all of the clothes they would
need pressed for the week.

The dry cleaners were unusually packed for a
Monday afternoon, so Sharice was forced to take a
number. Getting the number 46 out of the machine,
she looked up and saw they were only on number
30.

Her usual five-minute stop at the cleaners ended
up being twenty-five minutes. On the way back
home she called to make sure that her ex-husband,
Lester, had picked Mya up from school.

“Hello,” Tammy, her ex-best friend and now the
new Mrs. Cummings, answered.

“Did Lester pick Mya up from school?” Sharice
asked, annoyed that Tammy answered the phone.

“Hi to you too, Sharice. Yes, he picked her up
from school.”

“Alright then, that’s all I wanted,” Sharice
responded with an attitude.

“Sharice, it’s been five years, when are you
going to get past this? I mean, we were best friends
and I want you to be my son’s godmother.”

“Bitch, is you crazy? I will get past this when
the both of you rot in hell! You were supposed
to be my best friend, Tammy, and you slept with
my husband! I can’t forgive you for that! Now
you have the audacity to ask me to be your child’s
godmother? You ain’t working wit a full deck, are
you?”

“
Look
Sharice, I’m trying to be nice to you! It
ain’t my fault that Lester left you for me!”

“Tammy, don’t make me come over there and
kick yo’ narrow, pregnant behind! You should
have tried telling me that my husband wasn’t
happy instead of sleeping with him! That’s what
you should have done! So don’t come telling me
that you tried! You tried to get my man, that’s what
you tried to do!”

“Whatever, Sharice, I’m tired of arguing with
you about this. At least I tried. If you can’t forgive
me then, oh well,” Tammy said while hanging up.

Slamming her flip phone shut, Sharice tried her
hardest not to let her tear filled eyes cry. It was
bad enough that she was still hurt over what Lester
and Tammy had done, but to have Tammy throw
their relationship in her face every time they spoke
tore her up inside. Counting to ten, Sharice inhaled
deeply and tried to calm herself down. Leaning over
the seat to get her purse, she caught a reflection of
herself in the rearview mirror.

The dark circles and bags under her eyes revealed
a woman under stress. Nevertheless, Sharice was
beautiful. Tan complexioned, slanted eyes, heart-
shaped lips, shoulder-length, sandy-brown hair, and
a size eight body defined her essence. Searching
through her Coach bag, she grabbed her M.A.C.
concealer and foundation and dabbed some around
her eyes. Noticing a few stray hairs, Sharice
tucked them behind her ear, while smoothing the
rest up into a ponytail. Walking across the field,
she watched as Mason made a pass to one of his
teammates. Smiling to herself, she clapped and
cheered him on.

“Go, Mason, go!” she shouted, jumping up and
down.

“He’s one of my best players,” a voice said from
behind.

Turning around to find the face that went with
the voice, she found a young man, who looked to
be in his twenties, standing behind her. Tall, with
an athletic build, he towered over Sharice. The late
afternoon sun seemed to shine down on his peanut
butter complexioned skin. His round eyes, full
lips, square chin, and low haircut demanded her
attention. White shirt, baggy shorts, and Air Force
Ones made up his outfit, and Sharice was turned
on by just the sight of him.

“Your brother, Mason, he’s one of my star
players,” he spoke again not sure if she had heard
him the first time.

“I’m sorry, have we met before?” she asked
while pieces of her hair flew into her face.

“I’m the new assistant coach, Coach Rainey,
but you can call me Maliq,” he said, extending his
hand.

“Nice to meet you, Coach Rainey; I’m Mason’s
mother, Sharice,” she smiled shaking his hand.

“I’m sorry, Mason told me he had a younger
sister, so I assumed you were her.”

“No, I’m his mother,” she smirked, rolling her
eyes. Sharice knew he was trying to run game on
her.

“If you don’t mind me saying, you are absolutely
breath-taking.”

“Thank you, but I do mind,” Sharice checked
him, trying to smooth down her hair once again.

“Forgive me. Are you married?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“Boy, I’m old enough to be your mother,” she
laughed.

Reaching out his hand, Maliq took a piece of hair
that strayed and gently tucked it behind Sharice’s
ear. Startled by the touch of his hand against her
skin, she grabbed his hand. For a second, Sharice
let herself feel what she’d denied for years—the
touch of a man. Silently they stood, for the sexual
attraction between the two was evident. Needing
room to breathe, she took a step back.

“Haven’t you heard, age ain’t nothing but a
number?”

“Yes, I have, but your age and my age don’t
even come close to mixing.”