Get Somebody New (4 page)

“Whoso
diggeth a pit shall fall therein.”

---Proverb

Three

Nadiah Allen

“Tell me
right now what you want Nadiah! I’m sick and tired of trying when you
constantly undermine my efforts.” Alton said.

“Are you
saying you want a divorce Alton?”

“Nadiah stop
the fucking mind games. If you want a divorce, then I want a
divorce!”     

“Okay Alton, no
I don’t want a divorce.”

“What was all
of that shit about with Ingrid? Do you realize that if I had been a second
slower she would have shot me in my head? What’s going on? Are you a lesbian?”

“I’ve always
been attracted to women, but I wouldn’t say I’m a lesbian. I am attracted to
men too.”

“Have you
been having sex with Ingrid?”

“Yes and no.”

“What the
hell does that mean? Did the question confuse you?”

“We’ve been
intimate, but it depends on what you define as sex.”

“Alright
“Billie Mae Clinton” I’ll spell it out for you. Have you had oral sex with her?
Has she penetrated you, digitally or otherwise? Do you have feelings for her?”

“My answer is
no to the first question; Yes, to the second. I am attracted to her, but I am
not in love with her if that’s what you mean.”

“That’s where
you were on Valentine’s Day, wasn’t it?”

“Don’t do
this Alton.”

“Isn’t it?
Just tell the truth Nadiah.”

“Yes.”

His shoulders
slumped when he heard my confession. He looked like he wanted to cry.

“It all makes
sense now.” He said.

I was too
ashamed to look at Alton directly.

Alton got up
and walked into to the closet. He pulled out a black velvet box.

“I was gonna
give you this after I proposed to you to marry me again and renew our vows.”

The box
contained a three carat diamond ring.

“Nadiah I
love you. I’ve always loved you. I gave you everything you said you wanted when
we got married. More importantly, you have my heart. Nadiah let me in. Be my
wife and let me be your husband.” Alton said as his eyes strained
unsuccessfully to hold back his tears.

“Alton I’m
sorry for everything I’ve done to you, to us. I do love you.”

“You haven’t
said that to me since our first anniversary 6 years ago.”

“I know and I
am sorry for that too. Alton, I love and want you.”

He kissed me
and pulled me firmly to his chest. I undressed quickly and lay on the bed as he
performed a seductive striptease for me. His bulging muscles flexed slowly.
Alton’s warm, caramel-colored skin glowed deliciously under the soft, white
light of the bedside lamp. He stood in his boxer briefs gazing seductively at
me with his gorgeous, golden brown eyes. Alton grabbed his throbbing erection.
The veins in his large calloused hand strained against his moist skin as he
seductively kneaded the full, growing bulge in his underwear.

I couldn’t
stand it anymore.

“Come here.”
I said.

He walked
over to me, with his massive erection straining the fabric of his boxer briefs.
I slid my hands slowly down his back and beneath the waistband of his underwear.
I pulled the garment down and placed my hand around the generously thick, long
shaft. His dick jerked forcefully as I planted a small kiss on the head of it.
I extended my tongue and gently licked along the side of his hardness. His
breathing became erratic and his voice thickened with lust. I focused my
attention on the large, throbbing vein running the full length of his dick.
Starting at the base, I licked along the phallic lifeline teasingly. My husband
gazed at me lovingly, pleading with his eyes for me to continue.

Alton
shivered as I took the rigid head of his large penis into my mouth. I teased
the head for a moment with my wet tongue to really drive him crazy.

“Alton lay
back baby.” I directed.

“Uh uh um
O-O-Oh- Okay.” He obeyed.

Alton lowered
himself onto the bed slowly. Pacing myself, I slowly took the stiff phallus
into my throat as Alton gazed at me dreamily with a mixture of disbelief and
anticipation. His Adam’s apple moved up and down as he swallowed hard to calm
himself. For the first time in a long time I realized just how fine he really
was. His body is long and slim; his chest and arms are very muscular and
defined. His long neck compliments his broad shoulders. Even the shape of his
head is perfect with its chiseled jaw line and tapered chin. His smile is
beautiful when he has a reason to show it. I admit I hadn’t given him a reason
to smile much.

The way his
full lips curl upwards in the corners when he smiles and his deep dimples set
me on fire. His perfectly trimmed mustache and shadow beard made him even
sexier. An urge came over me to touch him all over, so I did. Running my hands
over the thick hair on his chest and body put me into overdrive, as I relished
the fact that it was all mine.

“I can’t wait
any longer Nadiah. I want you so bad.”

“I’m all
yours Alton.”

He positioned
his body above mine. I held my head back and closed my eyes as I anticipated
his touch. I felt the bed shift and a warm wetness on my left breast. I opened
my eyes just as his long tongue curled around my nipple.

He kissed the
area between my breasts and quickly moved down, down, down until he reached
“the spot” as he called it. Alton began to lick my clitoris with fervor while
placing the long middle finger of his right hand inside me. His intimate attention
made me wetter and wetter, which excited him even more. He added his index
finger and pressed them both inside me slowly. He flicked that button inside me
the way only he could and I opened like a flower to his touch. Alton quickly
replaced his fingers with his tongue and plunged it deep inside me.

Alton started
his tongue acrobatics, first flattening his broad tongue and pressing it firmly
against the bottom of my vagina. He then began to make clockwise circles with
his long tongue planted firmly and deeply inside me. Once he’d worked me into a
frenzy, Alton removed his tongue slowly, used his fingers to open Miss Kitty
nice and wide, then without warning pressed his tongue deeply in her center
holding it there for a few seconds. Alton grabbed my waist because he knew what
the outcome would be. After getting a firm hold he started! He began to flip
his tongue back and forth deep inside Miss Kitty! My body quivered all over, as
an intense orgasm possessed my body.

Alton moved
on top of me, gently spreading my legs with his knees. I reached down and
guided him inside me, anxious to receive him. He entered me cautiously, waiting
for me to give him the OK. Then in one smooth stroke he pressed his entire
length inside me. He felt so good it brought tears to my eyes. My body ached
desperately, craving the depth of his touch. I grabbed his tight ass and pulled
him closer with desperation.

“Damn baby.
It’s like that?”

“Yeah it’s
like that!”

“Wrap your
legs around me and hold on………… Auuugh!” he grunted as he pressed forward.

The only
sounds that escaped me were a series of moans, pants, and passionate cries. I’d
forgotten just how good that man felt and how good he made me feel. He
navigated the depths of my femininity as I allowed him access to all of me. Each
deep dip of his back brought me closer and closer to another orgasm.

I opened
myself completely to Alton, let my guard down, and for the first time trusted
him as my husband. I met each of his thrusts with my body. We looked at each
other as we made love with the possibility of creating a new life. Alton
reached down and gently swept away the hair that clung to my sweat-moistened
face.

A feeling
came over me and took my body hostage. My insides tightened and twisted in
contorted bliss. I felt the center of my passion grip his dick tightly and I
couldn’t control it. My feminine moisture inundated his rapidly swelling penis,
as he got closer to his climax. Just as my orgasm’s tide began to ebb, Alton’s
began to flow. He shuddered as he planted his essence deep within me. I
received him with complete trust and wrapped my arms tightly around my husband.

“I love you
Nadiah, just open your heart and let me.”

“I love you
Alton.”

Ezekiel

Jazz invited
me to a party he was DJ’ing. I started to decline the invite but I had a moment
of spontaneity and asked “What the hell?” Besides, he helped me with my tire
without even knowing me and didn’t even take the money I offered him. I was
glad I went to the party to see him in his work element. Afterwards when he
asked me to hang out while he got his equipment, I did. In my mind I’d already
figured him to be a straight boy so I kept my desires in check.

When he asked
me to go eat after his set I was confused. I couldn’t figure out whether he was
interested in me sexually or if he just wanted to be friends. He asked in a way
that made it seem like he would be heartbroken if I declined. I certainly
couldn’t do that, so I accepted. At dinner we talked and got to know each other
and I made the decision he wanted to be friends, which was cool. I also figured
that if he was interested in me then he would have probably hit on me after
stopping to help me, giving me a ride, and changing my tire; since I was in his
debt at that point.

Once we hung
out a few more times I noticed Jazz acted like a typical homophobe and hard
thug/hood type. My friendship with him was a contradiction of everything I
stood for. I don’t know if I greatly valued his friendship or if I was just so
attracted to him that I turned a blind eye to the red flags left and right. It
could have been both reasons.

 As I
worked lazily on a project for my film class, I found every distraction to take
me away from work. I shuffled cards, flipped through the T.V. stations, surfed
the Internet, but nothing caught my interest. After I’d exhausted all of my
available distractions, my cell phone rang.

“Sup Zeke!
What it do?”

“Just working
on a film project for class.”

“Oh, I’m
sorry. I didn’t know you were busy. Just call me when you get done working.”

“I’m cool.
What’s going on?”

“I don’t want
to take you away from your schoolwork man. That’s more important.”

I wanted to
tell him that being with him was more important than anything right then.
Instead I said,

“No, Jazz. I
was just getting an early start. It’s not pressing.” I lied.

Although I
had only one week until it was due, I was only 25 percent done. Only Jazz
mattered to me right then.

“Oh I was
gonna ask if you wanted to chill wit cha boy tonight.”

“Yeah, that’s
cool come on over.”

“Alright, I
got a stop to make and I’ll be by in ‘bout an hour.”

“Okay that’s
cool.”

I took a
shower, shaved, then went to my closet and stood in confusion agonizing over
what to wear. A car door slammed outside and I almost fell down running to see
if it was Jazz. It was only my next-door neighbor. I threw on some boxer
briefs, denim shorts, and my new Knicks throwback jersey. As I stood in the
mirror looking at myself, a depressing realization occurred to me. All of my
efforts were in vain because he probably wouldn’t notice anyway.

As I laced up
my sneakers, I heard Jazz’s trademark knock. His warm smile greeted me as I
opened the door.

“What’s going
on Zeke?”

“You tell me,
Jazz?”

“I’m just
chillin’ as always man. Yo, I like that throwback, that’s the business!”

“Thanks. I
just got it.” I said, smiling brightly because he noticed.

“Hey I
brought some DVD’s and stuff.”

“What you
got?”   

“Umm I got
Crush Groove, Cooley High, and well um… I got this too.” He said quietly as he handed
me a disc.

“Oh Brokeback
Mountain? Why you acting all nervous like it’s a porno or something?”

“Nah, I just
don’t want you to think I’m no faggot or nothin’. I mean since you said it was
good I figured I’d get it and see what’s up that’s all.”

“Ain’t nobody
said all that. Let’s watch Crush Groove. I haven’t seen that in a minute. Crush
Groo—oooo vin body Moo ooovin!”

“Yeah that
and Breakin' was the shit. Hey how is your cousin Alton? That wife of his is a
character.”

“Oh man I
hate to think about them. He said they talked and worked it out. He hasn’t
mentioned anything so I guess they are fine. She is gonna do something soon
though, I know her well.”

“I can see
why he holding on to her though, she fine as hell.”

“Hell is
exactly where she is from. That evil bitch is Lucifer in a dress.”

“Ha Ha… man
you crazy!”

I made
popcorn while Jazz started the movie. He took his shoes off and got comfortable
in the recliner, which had become his chair by default whenever he came over.
Forever observing things, when Jazz took his shoes off, I instantly noticed his
socks. When a man has on bright, white, clean socks, it is such an instant
turn-on. I don’t know why. Every pair of socks Jazz wore looked like he’d just
worn them for the first time.

About five
minutes into the movie his cell phone started ringing. He looked at it,
silenced the ringer, and put it on the end table next to him. 5 minutes later I
heard a phone ring again, that time it was a different cell phone. He looked at
it and did the same thing. About 10 minutes later the phone vibrated. He
stopped it and put it back on the table.

“You are in
demand tonight huh?”

“Uh what cha
mean?” He said nervously.

“Well
somebody is trying to get you. It’s probably one of your baby mommas I know you
gotta have one.”