Ladies Listen Up (17 page)

“Fuck yeah. I like it.” His eyes were rolling in his head.

“Slllllllrrrrrrr,” came from her mouth. “Mmmmm, mmmmmph,” she moaned as the head poked at her cheeks.

“Hold on…hold up…Elise…” Jacob panted. “Stooo…Stopppp.” It was too late. The sensations took him first, then the convulsions that caused him to fold himself up from the bed as he began to cum.

Elise never stopped sucking and Jacob felt as if he might pass out as he squirted right into her mouth. She’d never had cum in her
mouth, but she ignored it as it slid right down her throat. She did it to show him how much she felt for him. She belonged to him now. Elise had decided that.

She didn’t stop sucking until he pushed her head back. “Hold up.”

Elise rolled back and gave him a minute to catch his breath. She then slid her body up toward his. “I’m so hot right now…Jacob.” She called him by his first name again.

A few more minutes would have been welcome, but he realized that he was with a young thing and he needed to step up his game. Before Elise realized what was happening, she was on her back and Jacob was between her thighs. He kissed every available inch of her body below her belly button. He used just the perfect combination of tongue and lips to cause her to squirm.

When his mouth found her opening, Elise felt as if she were dreaming. She’d seen women in movies going crazy from this, and now she knew why. His tongue was slicing through her and brushing her clit in a smooth, surgical rhythm. The waves of pleasure were pulsating through her body every other second, and every other second she struggled, trying to regain her composure. She wanted to bounce off her bed. She needed his tongue deeper inside. She needed him to fill her up. “Oh, Jaaaaccoob…I…I…fee…feeeeel it. It’s coming.”

Jacob was on his knees, both of his hands holding her ass in place as he licked and licked until she let out a scream that startled him. “Yeeeeeeoooow, shiiitt.” Next, her body began to shake and jerk. Jacob didn’t stop licking until he felt her nails digging into his shoulders.

When he pulled away she curled up into a ball. Now he had her
on the run. He quickly strapped it up and helped her get back into position. When Jacob separated her thighs he felt a slight bit of resistance. “You okay?” he asked.

“Yes. I’m ready. Go ahead.”

Jacob entered her slowly for the first time and was immediately sent into a state of pure pleasure. She was dripping wet but tight, as he imagined a virgin would be. “Oh, baby, you feeeeel so good.”

She only panted back. Her eyes were closed and she gripped his forearms as he began to find a rhythm. If ever there was a case of one body calling out to another, it was happening between the two of them. Jacob had never felt so into making love to anyone. Elise up to this point had only been fucked. Jacob’s taking his time had her feeling the earth moving. Each stroke sent tsunami waves through her body from head to toe.

“I love it. I do. Don’t stop,” she moaned. Each stroke was taking her deeper into uncharted waters. Jacob was losing himself and he didn’t care either.

“Oh, Elise. Let me turn you over.”

The young girl wanted to do whatever this man desired. She flipped over, and when he entered her from behind, she slammed back onto him. He gripped her hips and began to pound. Sweat had begun to form on both of their bodies and air was coming hard for Jacob as he felt the familiar call of another orgasm. He arched his back and held still as he announced his pleasure. “I feel it.”

Elise felt him swelling inside of her and the idea of him emptying his sperm again had her on the brink of another gigantic nut herself. She clenched her teeth and concentrated on the feeling. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Come on.”

Jacob lost control and let it all out. He pumped until his breathing became labored and his muscles went limp. He didn’t even notice her cries of passion as she got off one more orgasm while he filled the condom inside of her.

Together, they collapsed on the bed.

Jacob inhaled deeply and stared up at the ceiling while he came down from the high.
Ohmigod, that young girl has the bomb pussy,
he thought to himself.
I think I’m in love
.

I haven’t ever had no nigga eat my pussy like that…and the dick was off the hook,
Elise said to herself as her vagina was still pulsating from the delightful pounding.
Anytime, anywhere…it’s his
.

“So, Jacob…” He laughed when she said his name. “What? You still not used to me calling you that, huh?”

He chuckled again. “Nah, I guess not.”

“Well, I got news for you…I been calling you that for the past couple of months.”

“Huh?” Immediately he thought of the e-mails. “So it was you. You’re mocha2munch?”

“Say what?” she asked.

“You’ve been sending me e-mails? About hooking up with me and how you feel about me…?”

“Um, actually, no.” She said it with a straight face as she lay on her side and stared right into his face.

“I’m not angry. I just want to know.”

“I swear. I don’t even have a computer. I’ve been meaning to get one. But your girl, Anna. She lives on the computer. She’s always in chat rooms and singles sites. But how would she even know your e-mail address?”

That was true. Jacob wondered how she could have obtained his e-mail address. He brushed it off and his attention went back to Elise’s body. “You’re beautiful.”

“So are you,” she returned. “And talented. You have a great future ahead of you.”

He grinned from ear to ear. It felt good to hear that. He believed in himself, but to hear someone else confirm his belief made all the difference in the world. “Thanks.”

“No need to thank me. And you know it’s just a matter of time before you wind up going solo.”

“You think?”

“C’mon. I respect you wanting to help your band and stick with them, but you and I both know that it’s your talent, your voice, that makes No Question special.” Jacob was silent. He agreed, but he would never say so to anyone. “When you sing, it’s like you’re trying to survive. Like the music is all you have. It’s the food that feeds your soul, the air you breathe. It’s so beautiful and perfect.”

Jacob felt an overwhelming emotion come over him. That was the most special thing he’d ever heard anyone say to him. “You know, Elise…that’s how I feel when I sing. I love my music. It’s the only time I feel truly safe. Like nothing can touch me when I’m up there performing.”

“Nothing can,” she said. “And when you’re not onstage…maybe I can make you feel safe. Maybe I can protect you,” she said softly.

She brushed his chest with her fingertips, and when she touched his nipples, his manhood began to stiffen again. Jacob saw the light from the candles flickering on the ceiling as she made slow love to him. The scent of sex filled the room and the ride once again
seemed magical. It was going to be too easy to get hooked on the loving. Over and over, she rose and fell on his shaft, riding him until they both came one last time.

The last thing he saw was the clock showing 3
A.M.
Elise’s head rested on his chest and they slept in the afterglow like two old lovers.

A week after
he’d met Janet at The Avenue, Diego’s only problem was putting his microphone on right. Once he figured out how to attach it to his shirt, he’d been a real pro. Sitting in that chair in the studio, he felt like he was just where he should be.

“We’re joined live tonight with the highly acclaimed, sometimes controversial advice columnist from
Girl Talk
magazine. This brutha is the latest and the greatest. I love his column. It’s real and it’s hot. I read it every month ’cause sometimes a sistah needs a man’s opinion on some of those relationship and dating issues. Sometimes it’s easier to get an organ from a brother than an honest answer. This guy, though, puhleeeze…he has got some answers for you folks, I tell you. As a matter of fact, he gets paid to tell the truth.” She giggled. “The best part is, tonight, people, you can get ’im for free. It’s my pleasure, folks, to have D.C.’s own Dr. C. How you doin’ tonight, brutha?”

“Oh, I’m great. Thanks for having me on.”

“The pleasure and honor is all mine. And for you ladies out there, you might want to come past the station when we finish up, ’cause he’s a fine thing.”

I laughed and played it off. Janet was such a pro. We got right
into the show and she briefed me on everything we’d do while the music played. We took calls, decided which ones were good enough, and then recorded the whole thing, the question and my response.

“Trumaine, here. Hi, Janet.”

“Hey, Trumaine. How old are you, sweetie?”

“I’m twenty-four.”

“Okay, you’ve got it. Dr. C. is on the line,” Janet said. “What’s your question?”

“Hey, Dr. C.”

“Hey, Trumaine.”

“My question is this. I’ve been seeing this guy for about six months now and he doesn’t seem to trust me. He’s always accusing me of going out with other people. Granted, I do like to hang out from time to time, on the weekends. I like to dance. He doesn’t. But the thing is this. If I’m out past midnight, he blows my phone up to the point where I’m embarrassed in front of my friends. To top it off, last week I was at his house and I found a piece of hair that wasn’t mine. He said that he didn’t know where it could have come from. What do you think? I mean, would he be jealous if he was interested in seeing other people?”

“Good question, Trumaine,” Janet said.

“Yeah, it is. Trumaine, let me break this down for you. Your man has trust issues and they come from one of two things. Either he was hurt in the past, or he has a guilty conscience. Or both.”

“Guilty conscience. So you think he’s cheating?”

“I didn’t say that. But a lot of times when you’re stealing, you think everyone’s a thief. Get it? Because of his own behavior or experiences, past or present, he believes everyone is capable of creeping. Now the issue is this. That hair didn’t just come from thin air. We
always know where that hair, that bobby pin, that rubber band…whatever. We always know where it came from. But there’s no such thing as the perfect crime. So maybe you should step back from this relationship for a while. Let him address his issues while you enjoy dancing. You two might not be compatible in the long run anyway.”

“Thanks so much.”

“Thank you for calling.”

“Wow,” Janet said. “I just learned something, folks. So you always know where the evidence came from?”

I laughed. “Yeaaaahhh, but we’ll never admit that. Ladies, you’ll need a head attached to the strand of hair to make it stick, though.” We both laughed.

“Next on the line we have Yvette. What’s good, Mami?”

“Not much. I’ve been in a bit of a rough spot. I had a little girl a couple years ago, and since then I’ve been overweight. I don’t really feel good about myself. My husband is constantly reminding me about how fat I am. He hardly ever wants to touch me, and when he does, it never feels like he’s trying to please me. It’s more like he’s in a rush to finish.”

Janet cut her off. “You sayin’ the sex has changed? He used to be a caring lover? Attentive to your needs, but since the weight gain he’s different.”

“Yes, that’s gone out the window. But recently, there’s this guy at my job who has shown a lot of interest in me. He tells me I’m pretty and buys me lunch…I’m not really attracted to this guy, but he does make me feel good. I wish my husband could—”

“Let me interject, Yvette. You need to communicate with your man. Tell him how bad he makes you feel. When he makes you feel bad, what do you do?”

“I cry. And then I eat.”

“I figured that. First thing you might need to do is get some counseling. Then go to your doctor and find out if there is anything physically wrong with you that is either (a), making you gain weight, or (b), going to prevent you from working out. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying that there is anything wrong with you because you’ve put on a few pounds, but if you want to stay with
this
man, then you need to try to do this for him. Because there is nothing wrong with him because he prefers a thinner you, ya feel me? Now, if you try your hardest and cannot get a grip on your weight, then maybe he’s too shallow for you, and at that point, it may be time to move on and find someone who will accept you for you, and not what size you wear, ’cause believe me, there are a lot of men who love a plus-sized sister. My buddy Emmitt for one.”

Janet played a little John Legend, Jill Scott, then some Isley Brothers. We laughed and joked between the callers. “It’s really interesting hearing a man’s approach. I notice that you tend to say, ‘Try this, if this don’t work, then fuck it, leave,’” she said, and we both laughed. “That’s a male’s logic for you. But you got to remember one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“People are listening. You have a lot of people’s attention now, and you’re going to get more, so you have to be responsible for the things you say. They are going to take a lot of what you say or write as gospel. You’re in print. You’re on the radio. You
must
be an expert. That’s how people think.”

We finished up the show and Janet appeared shocked at how the lines stayed lit up. “You were a hit tonight. A great show. I’ll have to get you back on.”

“I’d love to come. I enjoyed it immensely.”

I was driving
home when my phone rang. It was my brother, Lee. “Man, I heard you on the air. You sounded great. Almost like you knew what you were talking about.”

“Thanks, man. It was so cool. I never told anyone, but I always wanted to be on the radio.”

“I remember you saying that when you were a kid.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, you loved music. You used to sit by the radio and wait for your favorite songs to come on, then you’d smash the record button once the DJ stopped talking. That was how you’d make your mix tapes.” He laughed.

It kind of came back to me. “Yeah, I’d get pissed when they talked through my favorite songs.”

“Those were the days,” he said, his voice suddenly solemn. “But I just wanted to tell you I was proud of you.”

“Thanks.” I wanted to ask him how everything had turned out as far as he and Nicole was concerned, but he cut the conversation short when she began yelling in the background. “What’s her problem?” I asked. I was beginning to hate her.

“Who knows? I’ma run…talk at you soon,” he said, and then I heard a click.

At work the
following day, I realized that my perspective was beginning to change. I’d cashed three checks from Girl Talk Inc. and now I finally realized what it felt like to have a little extra cash. I wanted more. I thought about the things that Janet Divine had said
to me. I was an expert, so why shouldn’t I be getting paid like one? It was indeed my time to make moves.

At first I’d been on a high just to have gotten the column; now I realized that I was making the magazine rich. I had a gift. Those responses were mine. They came from my mind, my heart, and as a result of my very costly life experiences. I’d fucked up so much that the right and wrong ways were so apparent to me. Now this didn’t mean that I would always do right. I was starting to believe that I might not have been programmed for that, but I sure as hell could tell the next person what to do.

While promoting myself on the air, I was promoting
Girl Talk,
too. I spent the morning watching my students as much as I did teaching them. Something inside of me told me that I’d be moving on soon. And even though I believed it would be to greener pastures, there was a sadness in my heart. I loved the kids. I needed them. They needed me.

“Good morning,” Lanelle said for the second time as she poked her head in my door and winked. She was looking incredibly sexy. She had on a short leather skirt and a fitted white dress shirt. When I walked over to her I looked right down her shirt and took notice of her black lace bra.

“Looking good, Ma.” I paused and took a sniff. “Smelling good, too. I wonder how it taste.”

“You can’t even imagine,” she said seductively. The kids hardly took notice of our flirting at the door. They were more interested in who was coloring the best.

“Wanna bet? I bet it taste like peaches,” I said with a low laugh.

“Don’t forget the cream.”

“Damn, you making me hungry.”

“And you making me horny.”

“Well, why don’t you come and let me have you for lunch, and I do mean
have
you.”

“Nigga, you ain’t built like that. You aren’t ready for that kind of experience. I told you that you’d be getting it soon. Tonight’s the night.”

“Oh, you must have me wrong. I’ll light you up like a Christmas tree right there on that desk. You just give me a half a chance.”

“Yeah, whatever. Save that energy for tonight, ’cause if you disappoint…I will clown you.” Lanelle smiled and headed to the music room to pick up her students.

I went back to my work. I watched the clock as it ticked toward lunch. I was planning to call Jonetta and tell her about the show last night and to ask for a raise. I had an hour to go, so I took a minute and looked at my e-mail.

My hands were
trembling after I read the message. I wanted to punch someone. I didn’t appreciate the threats at all. And who in
the hell was mocha2munch? I chalked it up to some retard’s idea of a joke. But I did plan on calling Jacob later to find out if he had any clues. “Effing haters,” I said aloud as I stood up to collect the students’ work.

At eleven-thirty, I took the kids to the cafeteria, and on the way down I saw Lanelle heading my way with a mischievous look on her face. When we passed she stuck her hands in my pocket and then whispered, “Don’t look until you drop the kids off.”

My pace quickened and I hurried back toward the teachers’ bathrooms after getting my class seated in the lunchroom. I barely made it into the men’s room before I pulled out the contents of my pocket.

A smile came across my face when I held the black lace thong up to my face. I smelled it and my dick grew hard instantly. There was the unmistakable odor of womanhood. Casting aside any foolish ideas about what a clean vagina smells like, I love the smell of pussy. I loved eating pussy and I loved the way the moisture felt on my face once I’d made a woman cum.