Going Down (35 page)

“That slow one you show out on?”

“Lover Man.”

“You know I don’t know the name of it.”

“It’s the only slow song we played all night.”

“And why is that?”

“We like to go hard. We are Hard Bop.”

“Anyway, I wanted to say that I’m sorry. I’ve been pouting and acting like a spoiled child. But you gotta understand I was hurt.”

“How did I hurt you, Carmen?”

“Tee, we have been over this so many times. Now I know that we’re not going to agree on everything. We’re gonna have fights, disputes, and there are going to be things that you’re gonna do that I’m not gonna agree with, and vice versa. We just have to be able to talk things out. I need you the try to be more understanding of my feelings. I love you, Tee.”

“That goes both ways, Carmen. You have to be more understanding and supportive of me.”

“That’s why I’m here. This is my first step in being supportive of what’s important to you.”

I kissed her on the cheek. “And I appreciate you being here to support me. But the answer to our problems is not us arguing or you not speaking to me, or for you to start rationing out sex.”

“Believe me, that one wasn’t easy. And you’re right, Tee. I was acting like a spoiled brat.”

“Damn right. This should have never gotten to the point where I didn’t want to see you.”

“And it shouldn’t have taken us breaking up for me to see that this was not the way.”

“I promise that I won’t shut you out like that ever again, Carmen. It’s good to see you smile again,” I said.

“Let’s get out of here and I’ll show you what good is. But I think you better let me drive.”

I started playing with her clit on the way to her apartment. When we got there, we didn’t bother to get fully undressed. Carmen pulled my dick out and seemed marveled at it. “I had almost forgotten what a pretty dick this is. Almost.” Next thing I knew she was on her knees and bouncing my head off her tonsils. When she squeezed her jaws, holding me even tighter, I thought my eyes were going to roll back in my head.

“Shit!”

Carmen grabbed my balls and I felt my body tremble as she sucked even harder. So hard that I laid down on the couch. She was on me right away.

Carmen quickly came out of her pants, got on top of me, and flopped up and down on my lap. I grabbed her nipples, pinched, and sucked them. She leaned back and rubbed her clit, then shoved her fingers into my mouth. I sucked them like they’d been dipped in honey.

“Fuck me!”

Our tongues intertwined and I palmed her ass and squeezed tightly. It wasn’t long before I flipped her on her back, spread her legs, and slid between them. I slid in and out of Carmen and stared in her eyes. She lifted her legs and grabbed her ankles. “Harder, harder!” she demanded. I did what she asked. Her eyes shut tightly and she bit her button lip.

I pulled out of her and kissed my way down, lingering at her thick nipples and sucking them, before continuing my way down. Her thighs were squeezing my head like a vice grip. “Right there baby, right there,” she moaned.

The more she cried, the harder I sucked. I inserted fingers in her and worked her G-spot. I trapped her swollen clit between my teeth and used my tongue to flick at it. “I’m about to, baby— I’m about to—” She screamed.

Carmen pushed my head from between her thighs and shut her legs tightly. I licked her legs from her hips down to her toes, until she yelled, “Stop it!” and jumped up from the couch, grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom.

When we got up on the bed, Carmen began kissing me passionately and stroking my erection; her hands were all over my body. I closed my eyes and got off on the sensation of hands and lips against my chest, and then to my throbbing dick. She took me into her mouth again and I watched her move her head up and down quickly.

Carmen got on top of me, grabbed her hips, and slowly slid down on me. She rode me slowly with her eyes squeezed tightly shut, grinding her hips until I was so deep inside her that her body started to tremble. I took a nipple into my mouth and pushed myself as deep and as hard into her as I could. Carmen grabbed the back of my head and I licked and sucked her nipple and continued to push myself inside her. Carmen rolled on her back and I eased myself inside her. I began a steady motion and she wrapped her legs around my waist. Carmen worked her hips and inner muscles while licking my nipples. My body began to tremble and she pounded her hips furiously. My body went rigid and I exploded inside her.

“Are we getting back together? Is that what’s going on here?” Carmen asked.

“That’s how it looks to me.”

It was bound to happen. I didn’t want it to, but it happened again. And this time, for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out how. I had been so carful this time. I was maintaining a normal life—well, a normal life for me. I had made friends, I had my business going, I had even met a man that I thought I could develop feelings for. Too bad he’s in love with another woman, and a married one at that.

I didn’t want to leave Atlanta, but I knew that I had to. I had no other choice in the matter. I was at a bar and had just selected my prey for the evening, when the bartender switched the television to the late news. I heard these words:

“The police are looking for a woman in connection with several brutal murders in the metro area.”

I stared at the screen, and the words and the image I saw burned into my mind. There before my eyes was a composite sketch of me. I looked a little closer and I knew it was the same picture that the police in LA had of me. So what, it wasn’t a very good likeness. I knew it was me that they were looking for.

I sat there for the longest time wondering how they got on to me and how they knew to get that sketch from the cops in LA? The answer was simple; I just didn’t want to face it: I was a serial killer, a Black female one at that. How many could there be? Not many, I was pretty sure of that. I was wanted for murder in several states and maybe, just maybe, the police here were smart enough to check with other states.
You think?

 
I sat there frozen by fear, thinking that every eye in the bar was on me. I very calmly finished my drink and signaled for the bartender. “Ready for another?”

“No,” I said, and tried not to look at him, “I think I’ve had enough.” I meant that in more ways than just the obvious. I was beginning to think that maybe it was time for me to retire, before I found myself strapped to a chair waiting for my lethal injection.

I paid my tab and walked causally to the door. I had just stepped outside when I bumped into this man. “Sorry,” I said, and tried to get around him, but he stepped in front of me.

“You’re not leaving, are you?” he said, and I thought what a dumb question that was. I was outside the bar and walking away from it. What part of that said I’m staying?
Men are so stupid sometimes. Guess that’s why they’re prey.

“Yes,” I said, and moved around him.

“I’d sure like to go wherever you’re going,” he said was a pathetic look on his face.

I turned and looked at him. “If you knew what was good for you, you wouldn’t say that to me.”

He took a couple of steps closer to me. “Nobody ever accused me of having good sense,” he said with a smile.

“Look, I’m gonna give you one last chance to walk away.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then you’ll get much more than you think,” I said to him, knowing all the while that he was going to choose to go anywhere and do anything, I wanted him to.

“I’m going wherever you’re going.”

“No,” I said, and got in his face, “I’m going wherever you’re going.”

He smiled. “Come on.” He grabbed my hand and started to walk away.

“Where’s your car?”

“Right over there,” he said and pointed.

“Good. I’ll follow you.”

While I followed him to wherever it was he was leading me to, I took a moment to think again about what I was about to do and what I had just seen. The police were looking for me. They had a bad picture of me, but sooner or later they would catch me if I didn’t get out of Atlanta. What I should do is go home, pack up my stuff, and get out of town. But I wasn’t. I was following a man to do what I do.
Nobody ever accused me of having good sense, either.
They would only kill me once, no matter how many men I killed, so what the fuck.

The entire time we drove, I kept looking in my rearview mirror to see if anybody was following me. I took a breath and realized that nobody would be following me. If this was a setup, and it’s not, they would be at the spot waiting for me. But he is not a cop and this is not a setup. That’s what I kept repeating, and hoped that I was right.

When we got to his house, he led in inside and straight to the bedroom. “Take off your clothes,” I said, and he quickly complied with my request.

He sat down on the bed. “Now, you can go ahead and give me much more than I thought,” he said.

I unzipped my dress and let it drop to the floor. Then I reached behind my back, unhooked my bra, and slid it off my shoulders. “You are so fuckin’ fine.”

When I was naked, I laid down in bed next to him. I let him run his hand across my breasts and tease them with his tongue. He slid his tongue slowly around them, coming close but never touching my nipples. I spread my legs and he fingered my clit. I could tell that he considered himself a lover, and if I wanted to be honest, he wasn’t doing bad so far. I felt my clit getting harder under his touch and I moaned.

I reached out to him and slowly began to massage his hardening length. I kissed the head of his dick passionately, and continued to stroke his erection. I guided my tongue along his shaft, and then kissed his balls. My recent sexual experiences, though not completely satisfying, made me see that I enjoyed the act more than I used to. I used to just want to suck some dick—okay a lot of dick—feel a little penetration, and then kill my prey. Nowadays, I wanted to have sex and get fucked hard, before I killed. I guess that came from Mr. Kickass.

I allowed him to lay me on my back and I closed my eyes. I felt his hands all over my body and I liked it. The sensation of his hands gave way to the sensation of his lips, soft and wet, against my chest. I reached out and glided my hands across his skin to his now throbbing hardness. He gently moved my body so he could taste me. He ran his tongue along my lips, and then proceeded to lick my clit. I lay on my back, eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of his tongue darting playfully in and out of my pussy.

He kissed my inner thighs and once again, tasted the wetness between them. I held his head in place as his tongue slithered along my lips, making circles around my clit. My grip grew tighter. But just as I thought he was going to make me cum, he stopped. He raised up and plunged his dick inside me. He placed the weight of his body on his arms and I arched my back and rotated my hips in perfect unison with him. Moving slowly, then fast, and then slowly again.

I pushed him off of me and he watched me crawl around on the bed. Then he rolled over beside me and ran his hands along my back, around my ass, and squeezed my thighs. I spread my legs and he played with my lips, and then fingered my clit. He got up on his knees and entered me from behind. He fucked me for a while; my pussy was so wet. I turned and looked at him. “Put it in my ass.” He did so without hesitation. He could barely control his passion. I felt his body pounding against mine.

I moved away from him and he fell out on the bed. I straddled his torso. He looked on with great anticipation as I lowered myself onto him. I moved in unison with him, each of my movements was agonizingly slow and deliberate to heighten my pleasure. While feeling his erection in the wetness between my thighs, I stared into his eyes and thought for a minute about not killing him. Then I stopped.