Mistress (6 page)

“Alexis,” he responded, a huge grin on his face.

I dropped my food on the ground and ran into Thomas’ arms. I hugged him so tight, not wanting to let go. Finally, I let him go and picked up his scarf and the food. I placed the scarf back around his neck.

We jumped into my Honda Accord and rode back to my place. “What are you doing here?” I asked.

“Visiting my parents and friends, for now. Mom and Dad moved back here three years ago. They live in Great Bridge. After graduating from UCLA, I accepted a job in Atlanta from one of the biggest vet hospitals in the area. I stayed with my brother for a while. Now, I’ve got a house of my own. Peter just moved across the street. I flew down here. I wanted to walk to the store to get a few things.”

“Ma and Pop are fine and still living in the same house. I have my own architectural company. I hope you’re hungry for damaged Chinese food.” I could smell soy sauce leaking from the bag.

We both busted out laughing.

We laughed and talked till the sun came up the next morning. I told Thomas about my busted-up marriage, and he told me about his past relationships. After a bottle of Hpnotiq, Thomas and I were very drunk. He slowly removed all my clothing, picked me up, and carried me upstairs to the bedroom.

He sat on the edge of the bed and started rubbing my thighs. “Your thighs are still thick.”

I enjoyed him touching me. I didn’t want this moment to ever end. “Thanks.” I giggled and I lay back on the sleigh bed.

His tongue went down to my pussy, licking the sensitive crevices in and around my vagina. I kept moaning, wanting even more. Next, his tongue drove down on my clitoris and repeatedly flicked it back and forth. He picked me up and rode me on the wall. He wasn’t going to stop until I came.

I did, saying his name over and over again, louder and louder.

He threw me back on the bed.

“Now, let me ride you,” I whispered in his ear.

Thomas lay down and assumed the position, holding on tight to my breasts as I fucked the shit out of him.

The clock read one twenty-three in the morning. Thomas was on my back, giving me a massage. “Baby, go back to sleep. I’ll be in town for a while. I needed this break. Peter said hello. He’s glad we’re together again. I want you to always know something.”

I turned around to my stomach. “What’s that?”

“Please always know that I love you with all my heart. You are the one for me.”

“Thomas, I know.” I sat up and gave him a kiss. “We’re back together again for good.”

* * *

For the next two months, Thomas came over and made love to me almost every night. The other nights, we just laid around talking and in each other’s arms. I wasn’t ready to go out with him because I wanted him all to myself with no interruptions. We ordered takeout most of the time. Thomas hardly ate anything. It was the only thing that I noticed different about him.

I woke up to a cold sweat, wondering if anything in that dream was going to be my fate. Was Thomas going to die suddenly? Do I need to start telling him to have his doctor check for cancer now? Endless questions were swarming in my head. I changed my bed sheets and my shirt because I was sweating so bad.
Next time, I want a Women’s Network movie before I go to sleep.

* * *

After four dates with Thomas, two at the movies, one at Olive Garden, and one at the bowling alley, I felt comfortable all alone with him . . . you know, just the two of us. Besides, even though there were people around on our previous dates, my focus was only on him.

I loved to study Thomas, noticing how rough his hands were to the cute black mole on his left ear. This was Friday night. Earlier today, I’d passed two of the most difficult exams, and the football team won the game. We’d agreed to meet at his house at ten. His parents were out of town. I only had two hours to spare because my curfew was at midnight and not a minute later, according to the laws of Vivian Gibbs.

The doorbell rang. Maria was with me. She walked right in and wasted no time getting reacquainted with Peter. Thomas took my coat and purse after I walked in.
He’s so courteous. Holding the door for me, sliding out my chair is nice to have.
My mother told me that I was a lady and should always be treated as one. If we didn’t work out, Thomas was making it hard for the next someone who came along.

“Can I get you something to drink?” he asked.

“No, I’m fine,” I responded walking into the living room.

“I rented a couple of movies,” he said, heading for the remote control.

“What movies do you have?”

“National Lampoon’s Vacation
and
Coming to America
. Which one would you like to preview. I know your curfew is twelve o’clock. I don’t want your mom coming to beat me down. It’s already ten fifteen.” He looked down at his watch.

“Coming to America
is good. It’s one of my favorites.”

“Really, what’s your favorite part?” he asked.

“My favorite part is when Eddie Murphy just finished his date with Lisa and he’s on cloud nine, singing in the streets, and doesn’t care how loud he is or who hears him, because he’s in love.”

“What’s yours?” I sat back on the couch.

“Mine is when everybody finds out Arsenio Hall’s character isn’t the king but Eddie Murphy truly is. He had the craziest look on his face.”

Halfway through the movie, Thomas gave me a soft peck on the cheek. “Did you like that?” he asked, rubbing my left hand.

“Yes.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” I nodded.

Thomas and I turned our heads to each other. I closed my eyes, and my tongue embraced his. It felt soft, gentle, and right. The kissing got more intense. I was caught up in the moment, wanting to have sex with him, but I had to get home.

Maria was lucky. Her mother didn’t really enforce a curfew. Her and Peter disappeared to give me and Thomas more privacy. By now, he was kissing on my neck and feeling on my breast. My body was getting hot. His dick was getting hard as I massaged it.

“I got to go. It’s eleven fifteen. You already know about my curfew. I like to get in a few minutes early,” I explained as an excuse. The truth was I was scared.

“Do you really have to go?” he asked, unbuttoning my shirt and lifting up my skirt. Thomas got off the couch and got on his knees, and faced my wide-open legs, my vagina wet, and my nipples hard.

“Which one do I want more?” He snickered.

“I’ve got to go. I’ll come back tomorrow.”

“I know you’ll cum.” Thomas kneeled down farther and started licking my vagina. I couldn’t feel any pleasure.

After a few minutes, he began massaging my clitoris in a circular motion with his second and third finger on the left hand.

“Hmmmm,” I moaned.

Next, he flicked his tongue back and forth on my right nipple. I began to sweat profusely. I was getting hotter by the second. Suddenly, I could feel it coming. As I embraced for it, my arms held on tight to the back of the couch. This wave of something I’d never felt before came out of me. It felt good and intense. Plus, it relieved a lot of my tension.

Thomas slowed it down and finally stopped.

Damn, did he have to? He could rub my clitoris for hours.

He turned around and looked at the clock. The time read eleven forty-seven.

“You have thirteen minutes to get home. If you want to cum again, I strongly urge you to arrive back here tomorrow at six o’clock.” He walked to the closet to get my coat and purse.”

Yeah, I’ll definitely be there,
I thought, driving home.

In order to graduate, all students had to take an elective class called Teen Living, which lasted only half a semester, and taught about cooking, employment, sewing, and finances. I waited till my senior year to take it, hoping it would be a breeze. I wasn’t the only senior enrolled in the class. Thomas and Tonya were both enrolled in the class.

Mrs. Givins requested we have partners. Thomas quickly came over and sat next to me, leaving Tonya hot on his trail. You would think Tonya got the hint at the dance, but she just didn’t get it. Thomas wanted me, not her.

Unfortunately, she was left with Arnold, a sophomore year math whiz with thick glasses who drooled over her every word.

Our first assignment was to make pizza from scratch. It was really nothing to it. I did add a little extra basil and oregano in our hearty tomato sauce. We kneaded the dough together so our fingers could touch.

Everyone’s pizza came out pretty good.

Twenty minutes was all we had to clean up before class was over. As I walked to the trashcan to throw the tomato cans away, Tonya bumped in to me, spilling half of her tomato sauce on my apron. That mess seeped through my sweater and jeans.

“You did that on purpose,” I hissed.

“Alex, next time watch where you’re going. Besides, tomato sauce goes well with your pink sweater.”

That was it. I’d had enough. Next thing I knew, I grabbed Tonya’s hair and forced her to the ground. I pounced on top of her and kept punching her in the face over and over again.

Ms. Givins and Thomas broke it up, and I spent the rest of the afternoon in the principal’s office.

Pop was very good friends with the honorable principal, Mr. Walker, so I got off with a warning and Tonya received a day of in-school suspension for causing the fight.

I could only take so much of her nastiness. To my surprise, Ma thought she deserved being punched in the face.

It couldn’t get any better than the way I was feeling at this moment. Thomas and I had become the best of friends, the key to our healthy relationship, as well as soon-to-be lovers. Tonight was the night. Prom night. I was going to be living proof of the cliché about seniors getting down. Since this was my first time, I wanted to be sure he was the one for the ultimate task. I was a little nervous, but it was nothing a few succulent kisses from my man couldn’t calm down.

“Just one more picture,” Ma declared, camera in her hand.

“Vivian, you have already taken fifteen pictures and videotaped with the camcorder. Let the kids go.” Pop held up his hands.

Ma squinted her eyes and shot him a coldhearted look.

Pop put his head down like a lost kitten and sat back down on the couch.

“You look gorgeous. Now, you two have fun. I can’t believe you’re graduating high school. Time has certainly crept by,” Ma said, giving me a hug.

“Thomas, son, don’t even think about having sex with my daughter or you will get real acquainted with my machete in the shed.” Pop squeezed Thomas’s hand with all his might.

Thomas replied with a lump in his throat.

“Yes, sir.”

“Pop, please stop your act. Nobody is paying attention to you,” I said in an irritated tone.

“Oh, no, well, let me go get my baby out.” Pop headed to the backyard.

“I’m paying close attention, Mr. Gibbs, sir,” Thomas said, his hands trembling.

I wanted him to make my whole body tremble tonight.

Ma put the camcorder back into its case.

“Robert, cut it out. Leave the young man alone.”

“All right, all right.” Pop pointed at Thomas.

“But you’re not off the hook.”

“It’s not as if you didn’t you want to have sex before, during, after prom, and the next day after when you were their age,” I heard Ma mumbling to herself closing the door.