Coming after school (3 page)

“You can’t be any older than thirty-three.”

“I’m thirty-seven,” she said, trying not to
blush.

“Okay, I’m twenty-six; that’s not that big of an
age difference.”

“It is for me.” Tired of the conversation, Sharice
turned her back on him and called out for Mason.
“It was nice meeting you, Coach Rainey,” Sharice
replied as she walked back to her car.

“Nice meeting you, too,” Maliq said while
eyeing her hips as they swayed from left to right.
Watching as she and Mason got into the car, he told
himself that he had to have her, no matter what.

Part Two

A
couple of days passed and the weekend
finally arrived. Mason was out on a date
with his girlfriend, and Mya was at Lester’s for
the weekend. Carl Thomas’s ‘
Summer Rain’
filled
the room, and Sharice lay in bed, legs spread wide
open, with her vibrator in hand. Licking her lips she
clicked it on and glided it in slowly. The friction
between her thighs caused her back to arch as she
moaned. Using her free hand she played with her
nipples.

Twisting and pulling she stroked her breasts
until her nipples were ripe and erect. Taking one
in her mouth she licked and sucked. Gliding her
wet tongue over her nipples she pretended as if
her lips were Maliq’s. Loving the way her nipples
tasted she sucked harder. Taking the vibrator out,
she slid her fingers inside of her warm sugar walls.
Stroking herself until her fingers were wet enough
she took them out and began caressing her eager
clit.

Placing the vibrator back in as far as it could go,
she found her spot and moaned. Letting it sit there,
Sharice continued toying with her clit, causing
herself to be stimulated inside and out. Picturing
Maliq’s face, she envisioned him opening up her
pussy lips and licking her nice and slow. Slowing
down the pace of her fingers, she rocked to the beat
of a slow grind.

“Maliq, go slow,” she moaned. “Yeah, Baby,
right there; keep it right there. Oooh that feels
good. Yeah! Yeah!” Sharice screamed, feeling
herself cumming. As her body began to spasm she
imagined Maliq cumming with her. Calling out his
name, Sharice begged for more.

“Oh yes, fuck me, Daddy! Yeah! Yes! Yes!” she
screamed, bucking and shaking.

Pinching down on her nipples Sharice tossed
and turned from sheer pleasure. Rubbing her
breasts, she pushed back and forth as if he were
inside of her. Sweating and panting, she lay there
still playing in her wetness. Taking her fingers, she
tasted her juices and agreed that she did taste like
caramel.

Finally able to open her eyes, Sharice realized
that she was alone, and that Maliq was nowhere
to be found. Staring up at the popcorn ceiling, she
wondered how much longer she would have to go
on pleasuring herself. Touching herself had become
a normal thing. On a good day, Sharice was able to
masturbate at least twice. During a hectic week she
could maybe slide in one finger session.

The kids never knew. Most of the time she got
off in the shower, but on days like today, when the
kids weren’t home, that’s when she would go all
out. Setting the scene, Sharice would light candles,
turn on a little music, and slip on something nice,
all to please herself. To Sharice, a man couldn’t
satisfy her body like she could. Since she spent so
much time getting to know herself, she’d learned
all of the spots on her body that turned her on.

Teaching a man all of her spots, and how to
work them, would take forever in her mind. And
besides, never in her life had she had an orgasm
while having intercourse. The only way Sharice
was able to cum was by stimulating her clit. During
the divorce, Lester told her that that was one of
the things that drove him away. He said that her
satisfying herself during sex made him feel less of
a man.

It wasn’t her fault that he wasn’t able to take
her mind, body, and soul to a place of forbidden
ecstasy. Nathan came close but he still wasn’t
able to seal the deal. Sharice wanted a man that
could take control. Someone that could teach her
body things it never even knew it could feel. She
wanted a man that would turn her out and have her
screaming for mercy.

High from the orgasm, she jumped into the
shower and pressed the shower head against her
still-throbbing pussy. The pressure from the water
massaging against her flesh drove her wild. Letting
the feeling flow through her vaginal walls, she
came once more. After lathering soap all over her
wet, tight body, she dried off, dressed, and headed
out for a day of window shopping.

With jeans that fit like a glove, Sharice sashayed
through the mall like a woman of half her age.
Unbeknownst to her, she garnered attention from
the male species daily. If you let Sharice tell it,
she never got hit on or looked at. Finding a table
in a deserted part of the food court, she sat alone,
licking on an ice cream cone while reading
Chyna
Black
by Keisha Ervin. A couple of pages into the
book, Sharice noticed someone standing in front of
her. Looking up, she saw Coach Rainey.

“Good book?”

“Yeah, it was until you interrupted me,” she
replied with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

“My bad, you just looked so lonely over here all
by yourself,” he said as he took a seat across from
her.

“Please sit down,” she said, annoyed that he
hadn’t asked.

“I just keep on fucking up, don’t I?”

“Watch your mouth!” she yelled like he was her
child.

“Last time I checked, I was a grown ass man,”
Maliq shot back, checking her.

“I’m sorry, you just remind me so much of my
son,” Sharice teased.

“That’s cold,” he laughed.

“I’m just playing.” She laughed too.

“You look nice today,” he said while eyeing her
frame.

“You just don’t give up, do you?”

“Not when it comes to something that I want.”

“Let me guess. You want me?”

“See, it wasn’t that hard to figure out after all.”

“Ha, ha, funny. Look, Maliq, you’re a nice man,
but you are entirely too young for me. There are
plenty of beautiful young women here; why don’t
you try macking on one of them?”

“To me, you are the baddest chick up in here,
and your age doesn’t bother me one bit.”

“Listen to the way you talk. We don’t have
anything in com-mon. I’m old school; you’re new
school. The two don’t coincide.”

“I may be younger than you, Sharice, but I’m
a man that knows what he wants, and from the
first time I laid eyes on you, I knew that I had to
have you. You may not feel the same way now, but
eventually, you’ll come around.”

“You are really sure of yourself, aren’t you?
Sharice asked, turned on by his charm.

“It’s Saturday afternoon, the sun is out; why
don’t you and I have dinner together?”

“But I already had dessert,” she said, pointing
the cone towards him.

“I haven’t,” he replied while gazing between
her thighs.

Feeling a warm sensation blow through her legs
she crossed them tightly.

“What do you say?”

“Alright, I’ll have lunch with you and that’s it,
nothing else.”

Smiling, Maliq took Sharice by the hand and
helped her up. Not comfortable enough to ride
with him, Sharice decided to take her car. Meeting
each other in front of a restaurant called J Bucks,
Sharice felt under dressed.

“I’m not sure about this, Maliq. I have on jeans
and a tee shirt.”

“Ma, you look fine, quit trippin’.”

“Ma? Boy, I ain’t none of your damn momma.
You better get it together,” Sharice yelled,
insulted.

“Sharice, ma is a figure of speech, calm down.
I’m sure you’ve heard Mason use the word before,”
Maliq laughed.

“Oh, sorry,” she smiled, feeling foolish.

Maliq requested for them to be seated in the
quietest area of the restaurant so they could talk.
After being seated and ordering lunch, they enjoyed
the presence of each other’s company. Sharice
never would have guessed that she and Maliq
would have so much in common. Besides football,
he loved reading, exercising, and quiet evenings at
home. Lunch had already been served and the two
had eaten, but they still were not ready to leave.

“Hey, they have a dance room across the hall;
you want to go?” Maliq asked.

“I haven’t danced in years.”

“Come on, it’ll be fun.”

“Alright,” Sharice answered hesitantly.

Leading her across the room, holding her hand,
Maliq quickly whisked Sharice onto the dance
floor. Turning her around so that her butt could rest
against his dick, he grasped her waist firmly and led
her hips to the groove of John Legend’s ‘
She Don’t
Have to Know’.
Feeling shy and uncomfortable,
Sharice swayed from left to right with caution.
Knowing that her mind was taking control of her,
Maliq took control of the situation by raising her
arms into the air and caressing her from her hands
all the way down to her waist.