Kismet (Beyond the Bedroom Series) (6 page)

I had only received this type of attention from a man after we had sex. If he was like this now, I know he would be even better after I gave him some of the goods.

We were talking politics when his phone rang. He listened briefly and then yelled, “What the hell you mean? I’m on my way.”

On the ride back to my apartment, he said he had to go handle some business and would be back. I felt like breaking his phone. I pretended to understand, but I really didn’t. I parked my car and carried the bags up as he drove 50 mph out of my complex.

I tried to guess what the other person had said to him on the other end of the phone, but had no clue of what it could have been. When you live the lifestyle he lived, anything was possible.

I wonder if his baby mama made up something to get his attention. Women are good for faking tragedies to gain the attention of men. I’ve seen some good acting, too. The classic, flat tire routine or, my all-time favorite, ‘the baby is sick’ trick.

Dealing with married men and men with baby mamas has allowed me to see it all. Woman will do anything to get a man’s attention, even if it meant using the kids as bait.

I showered and then put out an all-black Baby Phat dress that my secretary, Stephanie, had given me for my birthday. I had never worn the dress because, when I cutoff the sex she requested, we kept everything business from then on out. I couldn’t see myself wearing it and having her think I was still interested in her. Don’t get lost in my words, the sex was good, but that’s all it was to me- nothing but sex.

I laid silver accessories out next to it and a pair of sterling silver earrings I had bought from Macy's. If he were to come back, my hair and makeup would be at its best.

Just in case he wanted that sample tonight, I would wax all the important areas and make sure they are baby powder fresh.

I needed somebody to talk to. I felt like I was going to explode if I didn’t tell somebody about Dre. I don’t do the girl talk thing, but I needed to tell someone what had happened in the last 24 hours, so I called my best friend, Sandy, who I graduated from Georgia Tech with.

Due to her living in France now, we didn’t talk like we used to, but she was the only person who knew the real me.

I gave her the rundown and waited on her opinion. “Savannah, you ain’t never let no man get to you like this; you sure you should let him come back? What if there is more to that baby mama thing that he didn’t let on about? I thought that Jamaican guy was packing enough for you and me both?”

Never ask for someone’s opinion when you know you really don’t want to hear it! “And how is he going to be more comfortable at your house than his own? You sure he ain’t got people looking for him, girl?”

That is so typical of Sandy to turn every thuggish guy she knows into somebody wanted on Cops or The First 48. I loved her because she always spoke her mind, whether your feelings were going to get hurt or not.

“I’m not worried about his baby mama. We are not talking about marriage; I’m just curious if he can really cook and if his sex is as smooth as him. As far as Amir goes, I told him I wasn’t looking for anything but sex every now and then; we are on the same page.”

I decided not to tell her that I planned on cooking the food and having the house covered in candles by the time he made it back.

“Okay, Savannah, I know you know what you’re doing. Get enough for me! I’ve been working so much I haven’t even had time to masturbate.”

Sandy worked for a historian, rejuvenating priceless artifacts without taking away from their worth. Her job took a lot of concentration and attention to detail. I missed her dearly but knew our schedules didn’t allow for frequent visits, so I promised to visit on my next vacation and said bye.

At about a quarter to five, I received a text message from Dre asking if it was okay to come back at 8 PM. I text back, Yes and come hungry. I started cooking dinner and then got dressed.

The dress fit my body like a glove. I must thank her for it again. I changed my mind about wearing heavy makeup and only applied eye shadow and a thin layer of lip gloss.

My hair was easy to do since it was so short. Next, I slipped on my heels. Right as I dropped the lobsters in the boiling water, I got a call from the security gate.

Dre was almost an hour early which worked out fine since the only thing that needed to be cooked was the lobster tails. He had brought the frozen, pre-cooked ones, so they only needed 10 minutes of boiling.

I buzzed him in and then peeked out of the window. He had changed clothes. He was now wearing a long sleeve Christian Audigier shirt with matching jeans. It was hard to see what kind of shoes he was wearing, but they matched in color.

He had his dreads pulled back and his cell phone stuck to his ear. As I walked to the door to unlock it, I could hear his cell phone powering off. Thank you, Jesus. No more unwanted interruptions.

I opened up the door. “Welcome back.”

Looking like an embarrassed child by the way he put his head down, he said, “Glad to be welcomed back.”

I led him into the dimly lit dining area and sat him down. His eyes followed me all around the kitchen. “It smells good in here, Savannah; who you pay to cook while I was gone?”

Giving him the middle finger, I placed jumbo shrimps, asparagus and three-cheese mashed potatoes on his plate. I did the same for myself as the lobster tails continued to cook.

I handed him a bottle of red wine to open and he poured us a glass and then sparked up a blunt. He hit it three times and passed it and told me to put it out when I was done. I did.

As I was walking to my side of the table to sit down, he beat me there and pulled out my chair. After I was seated, we prayed over the food.

“Savannah, I got to be real with you. I had dreams of having a meal like this with a beautiful and educated woman like yourself when I was in college and the shit never happened. So, you got to excuse me if it seems like I’m overdoing it.”

I sipped my wine and said, “Just be you, that’s who I want to get to know.”

Over dinner, he told me what the call was about. It seemed his boy, Mike, had accepted $1200 for some product that he was expecting $1500 for. He not only got the missing $300 back, but convinced the guy to spend an additional $1000 with him.

Drug selling stories don’t impress me. I didn’t stop him because he was giving me all the details of his day, which prevented me from asking why he didn’t hurry back. Dre has so much potential. If he would just get a real job and start over, we might be able to date.

Once dinner was done, he insisted on washing the dishes while I found a NBA playoff game to watch. He joined me on the couch and pulled me closer to him. I heard him breathe in deeply and then watched his pants rise.

I was wearing “Love Spell” and it looked like he was under my magic. I placed my hand on his zipper, rubbing softly to acknowledge his hard-on. He kissed my neck. I looked up at him and he grabbed my face and started kissing me long and hard.

His mouth tasted so good and his lips were soft and sweet, like the wine we had been drinking. His pants rose higher so I freed the beast from his cage and let him run free.

What a beautiful piece of artwork he had hiding beneath his pants. It must have been nine inches and it didn’t curve at all. His balls were evenly proportioned on each side. It was a masterpiece. I fell to my knees and swallowed the whole thing. It fit perfectly down my throat.

Going up and down on his shaft, adding more in my mouth with every bob of my head, I started sucking on the head of it and then going right back down until my chin rested in his hairs, which were neatly trimmed.

Covering his girth in my saliva, I stroked it with my hands as I placed both of his balls in my mouth. He let out a deep moan.

“Damn, you’re beautiful!” He said this when our eyes met and my mouth was filled to capacity with his balls.

I started sucking his girth again; this time much faster and a lot wetter than before. I moaned and played with my clit as I sucked it. He pulled it out of my mouth and then laid me on the floor.

Sliding his hands up my legs, he removed my panties and began licking my pearl tongue and sucking on it with his lips at the same time. The vibration his mouth was giving off sent chills throughout my entire body. “You even taste sweet, baby,” he moaned.

He went back down and started all over again with the licking and sucking. He then nibbled on my inner lips from side to side. I couldn’t take it anymore. “I want it, Dre. What are you waiting for?”

He dug in his back pocket and came out with a condom. Lifting my dress over my head, he kissed both of my hard nipples while putting the condom on.

He squeezed both of my breasts together and placed both nipples into his mouth, sucking hard. Using his legs to spread my legs, he put the tip of his rock solid dick in me. Dre threw out the 30-second rule within the first five strokes, causing me to cum and shake from his first deep stroke.

He tucked my thighs into the folds of his arms and went deeper. I don’t know what he hit, but it made tears roll out of my eyes. Wiping my eyes with his index fingers, he buried his face into my breasts. This went on for about 20 minutes and then he flipped me on top of him.

I became the cowgirl I was used to being. I rode him from the bottom of his shaft and back up, then circled around his head and dropped back down. I grinded hard and used my hips to make him squint his eyes. “Hell naw, this shit ain’t going to work.”

He flipped me on my stomach and hit me doggy-style while talking shit the whole time. “So you thought you was going to ride me and make me nut, huh? You can forget that; I’m going to be inside you ‘til the sun comes up.”

I bit the sheets in hopes to cover up the scream I felt coming, but it didn’t work. “Damn, Dre, Shit!” The words felt perfect flowing out of my mouth! He put my arms together by my elbows and banged my back out.

“You’re going to be mines, ain’t that right?” I didn’t answer, so he went deeper “I said ain’t that right, Savannah?” His sex was off the chain.

I screamed out “YES” and wasn’t sure if I meant it or not, but we could work something out. He pulled his girth out of me and began slapping my ass with it.

“Damn, this pussy good. Get back on your back; let me see how much you can take.” I should have stayed on my knees. When I got back in the missionary position, there was nothing missionary about it.

There was something about the word pussy that was sexier to me than anything else you can call it. There was a dirtier feel about it, no more daddy’s little girl; there was a desire and a craving for me and my pussy. For that moment in time, in the arms of a real man, I felt like I was a woman. Pure feline with the heart of a lion. Like a wild cat- free and able to be me. There was completeness to that very same moment our cocoa-butter skin tones met that let me know the Queen has met her King.

The way the word slid out of his mouth made me want to be as free as I wanted to be sexually with him, but there was one problem. Dre was working with way too much. He dug his girth so deep inside of me that his balls rest in between my butt checks and I couldn’t move.

“Dre, you’re too deep,” I screamed out.

He just smiled like he was possessed and said, “No, I ain’t because you’re still awake. Got to go into overtime; forgot you’re an athlete.”

I don’t remember how it ended because I was awakened by the same thing that caused me to go to sleep, him fucking the shit out of me.

It had to be about eight in the morning before he actually called it quits and I only know that because his phone rang and I opened my eyes to glance at the clock. He must have turned his phone back on while I was sleep. All I know is when I woke up around noon; I was naked, uncovered and alone.

After I soaked in the tub to try and help heal the soreness from the beating I received, I called Dre's cell, no answer.

I waited an hour and tried again, still no answer. I didn’t want to look attached, so I decided not to call him again until I had washed all my clothes and packed for my trip back home to Atlanta.

I kept watching the clock. It seemed like the time was going by slowly. It had only been an hour since my last attempt to reach Dre, but it felt like days.

Okay, Savannah, get your shit together, girl, he is just another nigga. But, was he just another nigga? I hadn’t experienced one like him before. Yes, he had some similarities to other men I dated, but that just qualified him as my type, right?

I do want a man like Dre, someone who could tame my hot ass and keep me in line, but what about his baby mama? I had so many thoughts and unanswered questions.

I heard music playing in my head, All You Got to do is Say Yes by Floetry. Oh, shit, that was my phone ringing. Technically, it was my text message tone DRE!

I hit my pinkie toe on the laundry room door frame trying to get to it. The pain shot up my leg to my knee and brought me down hard to the floor. I didn’t have time to nurse the pain; I had to get to that phone. I scooted across the floor until I reached the couch and grabbed my phone.