Fantasy (12 page)

Her first time out in years, she lucked up and met a fine gentleman by the name of Nathan. He approached her with a slick-ass line and she fell for it, hook, line, and sinker.

He told her he was a journalist for one of the local newspapers, and that he had no children of his own. He told her he was engaged once but it was called off after he caught his fiancée in bed with his best friend. To Sharice, Nathan seemed to be heavensent. Not only had they suffered humiliation and heartache at the hands of a loved one, but she found him to be funny, smart, and sensitive. Sharice found him so appealing that after their third date they wound up at the Holiday Inn together. Sharice hadn’t had sex in years, and her body desperately needed to feel a man on top of her.

They weren’t even halfway in the door before she began to rip into his clothes. Picking Sharice up, Nathan palmed her ass and carried her over to the bed. Lying on top of her, he caressed Sharice’s body from her head down to her feet. Lifting her left leg up, he fondled her toes with his tongue. Laughing and moaning at the same time, Sharice smiled. Locking eyes with her, he circled his tongue around her baby toe and sucked.

Inhaling slowly, she bit down into her lower lip. Sharice could have sworn that she saw the stars, the sun, and the moon spinning above her. Swept up in the moment, he massaged her feet while trailing kisses down the inner part of her thighs. Reaching her knee he stopped. Lifting her up, Nathan unzipped the back of her dress. Standing back, she let him watch, as her dress hit the floor. Sharice wanted him to see that even though she was thirty-five, she still had it going on.

Admiring her honey-colored skin, he gently placed Sharice back onto the bed and turned her over. Pulling her lavender Victoria Secret panties down, he massaged her buttock. Slipping his tongue between her ass cheeks, he slid his tongue up the crease of her ass. Playing with her hole he licked until she bucked from pleasure.

Resuming his kissing game with her thighs allowed him to familiarize himself with the areas that hadn’t been awakened in years. Wanting him to taste her, Sharice spread her thighs as far as they could go. Getting the hint, Nathan placed her on all fours and lay underneath her opened legs. Holding her creamy thighs, he lifted his head up and sucked her pearl-shaped clit.

“Oooh…just like that,” Sharice panted, holding onto the sheets.
“You like that?”
“Yeah,” she squealed as he flicked his tongue across her clit faster.
“Oh Baby, make me cum,” she begged.
Scooting down some, he spread her labia even wider. Tasting her juices, he let them slide down his face. Teasingly Nathan inserted his tongue inside of Sharice, while lapping up her juices, drinking over and over again.
“You like the way I taste, Baby?” she asked.
“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 fourcarat 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 parentteacher 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, sandybrown 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 breathtaking.”
“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.”
“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.

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 common. 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.
Wanting to kiss her, he gently soothed the back of her neck with his tongue. Intertwining her fingers with his, they held a slow grind until Faith Evan’s
‘Love like This’
bumped through the loud speakers. With a surge of confidence Sharice got her groove back and bopped along with Maliq and the rest of crowd. Liking her newfound confidence, as she let herself be free. Swinging her hips from side to side while pumping her fist into the air, Sharice got into the groove of things.
Slowing it down a little bit the DJ played Bobby Valentino’s
‘Slow Down’
. Thinking that she was the shit, Sharice boldly approached Maliq and placed her arms around his neck. Licking her lips she shamelessly grinded against him, causing him to get a hard on. Knowing the effect she had on him, Sharice worked her hips against him even harder. Not able to take anymore, Maliq grabbed her hand, and led her to a vacant corner of the room.
“Let’s go back to my crib,” he said as he kissed her ear.
“Come on, let’s go get a cup of coffee.” She laughed as she left him standing there. After going to the bathroom to freshen up, Sharice met back up with Maliq at a quaint table by the window.
“I know this is getting off the subject, but you have a beautiful smile, Sharice.”
“Thank you, Maliq; that was nice.” She smiled, feeling her cheeks burn bright red.
“I see you blush very easily.”
“No, I don’t,” she lied, trying not to blush again, but failing.
“See, I told you so,” Maliq grinned.
“Whatever,” Sharice grinned too.
“So what now? I mean, the night is still young; how about we go for a walk or something?”
“Maliq, we talked about this. I agreed to lunch and that was it. I’m sorry but that is all I can offer you.”
“I understand,” Coach Rainey said trying to believe his own lie. Every time he stared at Sharice, his dick did a dance. Checking her watch, Sharice saw that it was getting a little late. Mason would be home soon from his date with Candice, and Sharice wanted to beat him home.
“This was nice, Coach, but I have to be getting home now.”
“What happened to you calling me Maliq?”
“Hey, we do have to remain professional, don’t we? I can’t be calling you Maliq around the kids now, can I?”
“How about you call me Coach at school, and when we’re alone call me Big Daddy,” Maliq whispered, now standing in front of her.
Looking into his eyes, Sharice had the unavoidable desire to haul off and kiss the hell out of Maliq but didn’t.
“Um . . . thanks for dinner, Maliq, but . . . I have to go,” she replied licking her lips.
“Let me walk you to your car.”
Once outside of J Bucks, they stood talking.