Scandalous (10 page)

That bitch had the nerve to roll up the window in my face. It’s not my fault she damn near got busted talking to her ex. Well, actually it is my fault. Ever since I found out about her and Byron I’ve made it my business to keep him aware of everything she does. Including going to the club with her man. I guess that’s the ghetto coming out of me. I took her situation and made it work for Byron and I. I enrolled in hisclass and told him I knew about him and Tracy. And if I didn’t pass his class with flying colors and keep my scholarship I would go to the Dean and tell everything I know. Byron was more than willing to go along with me on this as long as I kept him informed of what Tracy was doing and who she was seeing. Sounds like a win, win situation to me. Well at least for Byron and me.

I closed my journal and couldn’t help laughing a little to myself. Tracy looked as if she had seen a ghost when she looked in my face at the restaurant. I walked from my bedroom to the family room and saw Brandon coming out of the bathroom. He is so fine I thought, as I walked up behind him.

“Can I help you with your bags Brandon?” I said in my fuck me voice. He turned and looked at me. My breasts were in his eye line and he didn’t try to hide the fact that he was looking right at them.

I knew that if I had half a second alone with him, I’d fuck his brains out. I don’t see what men see in those skinny ass women anyway. Most of the men I’ve fucked say they like a woman with a little meat on her bones because when they are hitting the pussy on a big girl it feels good to them. But, on a skinny girl their pelvis is hitting her pelvis and they say that shit don’t feel good at all. I guess with my titties staring at him his dick got a little excited and started trying to make an appearance. He quickly turned around and started walking back toward Tracy’s room for the rest of his things. I peeked in the room behind him and saw that Tracy was still asleep. I figured why not go for it.

He walked right at me and stopped just short of bumping into me. “Wuz up?”
“Let’s sit on the sofa and talk for a minute”
He placed another bag by the door and motioned me to the sofa. Walking over, I made sure to add a little more wiggle to my walk. He was behind me and I could feel his eyes all over my ass. He sat with his back to Tracy bedroom door which was good for me so I could see her if she walked out of her room. I started the conversation. “I’m gonna be straight forward. What do you see in ya girl?”
At first he looked at me like I had lost my mind, then he gave me an unexpected answer. “Well, I’m with her cause I know with her I’ll never have to worry about money or be in any bad financial situations.”
My mouth just fell open. I didn’t know what to say in response to that. He continued. “That girl’s family takes good care of her. She don’t have to work unless she wants to. The only reason she’s in college is because her parents told her she had to get a degree or they were going to cut her off and she was going to have to make it on her own. Her grandpa loves me so much, for a wedding gift he has bought us a million dollar mansion, fully furnished, and a trust fund with enough money in it to live another hundred years without having to work. It’s all ready for us after we get married.
“So you put up with her being snotty all the time, being hateful to everybody, and worst of all, cheating on you before?”
He sat back on the sofa and took a deep breath then answered. “I put up with her ’cause I’m not stupid. See, what you don’t understand is that my father is a preacher of a small church back home. It pays the bills and we do okay. But her family comes from a long line of money. Those people are still spending her great grandfather’s money. They haven’t touched her grandpa or their money yet.”
I was still shocked. I thought this boy is worse than I am. He’s using Tracy to get the money. Damn, I love a dirty ass nigga.
He looked over his shoulder to make sure Tracy was not moving around in her room and moved a little closer to me. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I love a thick woman anyway. Tracy told me that the two you didn’t get along, but since the last time I saw you, I can’t seem to get you off my mind. If I could have her money and your heart, I’d be the happiest man on earth.
With those words I think I just came on myself. I could tell by the way he looked at me he was serious. Hell, I’d even be his mistress if he wanted me to be.. He reached up and grabbed my breasts. My nipples got hard almost instantly. He gently pinched my nipples through my shirt. I could feel the wetness starting to run down my thighs. I lay back on the sofa and opened my legs offering him a clear view of my black thong. Brandon eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. He leaned forward and with his right hand and gently massaged my wet vagina through my panties. I closed my eyes and relaxed as Brandon fingers worked their magic. I heard Brandon’s voice. “If I had known you were this biga freak, I would have tried to hit this that first night at the party.”
“You should have just come in the bathroom and handled your business.” I felt Brandon’s hands moving up towards my hips. He grabbed my panties and was working them down under my butt. I raised off the sofa a little to make sure he could get them off without a problem. I looked over his shoulder to make sure Tracy was still asleep. I didn’t see any movement so I let him continue. Eric wasn’t home so we didn’t have to worry about him walking in on us. I watched as Brandon licked his lips and spread my thighs ever further apart. I sat back and closed my eyes knowing that the next thing I felt would be Brandon’s tongue lapping at my very wet pussy. His breath felt good warming my inner thighs as he moved in to taste me. He spread my lips apart and then there was a knock at the door. My eyes popped open.
“What the fuck! Who the fuck is that?” I asked. Looking over Brandon’s shoulders I could see that the knock at the door had woke Tracy up and she was beginning to stir around in her bed. The person at the door knocked again. This time I heard Tracy shuffling her feet looking for her bedroom slippers. As I jumped from the sofa Brandon shoved my panties in his pocket. I went to the door with the biggest attitude under the sun, Snatching the door open “Who is it!”
Standing in front of me was Prentice, looking like a lost
puppy.
“What man! What the fuck do you want?”
“I saw you at the club all over some dude last
night!” “So and?”
“I thought you and I were supposed to be together. I don’t appreciate you being all over somebody else.”
Right then, hell was about to break loose. “I know you’re not standing on my porch, trying to talk shit to me. Muthafucka I told you last time, I would fuck you up if you ever tried to punk me again! I got half a mind to go grab some hot grits and toss ’em on your punk ass!”
He surprised me and stood his ground. I was expecting him to fold up like a sheet of paper after I screamed at him.
“My boys told me you were a hood rat and I was waytoo good for a bitch like you. But did I listen...? No.I’m looking like a damn fool taking you to lunch and driving you around!”
I wanted to grab him and choke the hell out of him. Without even thinking I punched him in him jaw. I braced myself for a rumble but it never happened. Prentice just stood there.
“That’s all right. I’ll fix your ass. Trust that,” he said as he walked off the porch.
I slammed the door and turned around to see Tracy and Brandon both standing there watching the entire scene unfold. Tracy started in on me first.
“That was the nerdy guy I was telling you about at the club. He came to our house?”
“Yeah, that’s Prentice he’s this young cat I met, used him for a few dollars, now he think he owns me.”
Brandon jumped in. “He should have kicked your ass for punching him. My mama always told me, if a woman is man enough to hit you, then she’s man enough to get her ass whipped.” Sucking my teeth, I walked past Brandon who had my panties balled up in his hands and put them in my hand as I walked by. Tracy didn’t see any of this ’cause she was standing on the other side of him as I walked by. I looked back and saw him rubbing her hair with the same hand he had my panties in. I walked in my room closed the door and burst out laughing.
Later that afternoon, I heard Brandon say his good bye’s and got in his car. I picked up the phone and called Byron.
“Hello?”
“Byron this is Michelle. I just want you to know that her boyfriend just left.”
“Did he? So I guess I can come around there now huh?”
“Yeah, but check this out. I need you to try and fuck her in the front room.”
“Why?”
“ Just try to hit it in the front room, that’s all.”
In a very cocky voice he said, “You want to watch don’t
you?”
“Hell no. I just need you to try and do that for me.”
After hanging up the phone, I heard the shower start running. Tracy was taking her afternoon shower. That bitch took more showers than anybody I know. I took this opportunity to get a little insurance for myself. I figured since Brandon was getting paid, I might as well get my share of the pie as well. I took my hand held video camera and set it up between some books on a shelf in the front room. The camera was hard to see if you were not looking for it. As I was finishing up hiding the recorder, I heard Eric’s keys hit the door. I turned the television on and sat on the sofa as he entered the house.
“Wuz up girl?” He said sounding tired and worn
out. “Wuz up with you?”
“I just left my girl Skye house. That girl love to fuck. Damn I had to beg her to let me get some sleep. I don’t want to do shit but go to sleep.”
This was working out perfectly. I needed some place to go and he’s right on time, to take me out the house before Byron got here.
“Eric before you go to sleep can you run me to the mall right quick?”
“What! Come on man. I just got home!”
“Please, I need to go pick something up. It will only take a few minutes.”
“Fine, give me ten minuets and we can go.”
“Thank you, you know you my nigga right?”
“Just when we get there, hurry up and get what you are gonna get so I can get back home!”
I went back in the room to get dressed. I called Byron and told him to be to the house in about 15 minuets. He agreed.
As Eric and I were getting ready to walk out the door Tracy walked out of her room. She’s wearing a pair of cut off jeans and a wife beater. I thought Byron is gonna love to see her in that. As we walked out the door I asked Eric, “So I guess your boy B stood you up at the club huh?”
He looked at me like I was not minding my businessthen answered, “Nah, he was there but he was trippin’ about something. That’s why I was with Skye the rest of the night.”
“Damn, you should have introduced us before you ditched the man!”
“I didn’t ditch him. I just don’t have time to waste on confused people.”
We got in the car and headed towards the mall. About 10 blocks away from the house we saw Byron coming towards us.
“Ain’t that Professor Caldwell over there?” Eric
asked. “That look like him, don’t it?”
I knew damn well that was him and I knew where he was headed.
Eric added to the conversation “All I know is, that nigga’s fine as hell. He gives me thirty seconds with his ass and I’ll have him bent over calling me daddy.”

“Hello?”
“Brandon, this is Eric”
“I can’t believe you!”
“What the hell is wrong with you? I thought we were going

“Well if you didn’t have that bitch over there Saturday, we could have had a great time!”
“You do know I still like women right?” I can’t believe that he is trippin’ on me because I was with a woman when he was there with his girlfriend.
“Yeah I know you like women, but you didn’t have to flaunt it all in my face that you were going to be with one.”
“Look, I’m not even gonna have this conversation with you. I like pussy and I like dick. Whichever one I want at the moment is what I’m gonna get. Okay, deal with it or leave me the fuck alone. But either way, this conversation is done.” I hung up the phone, furious with Brandon for acting like a bitch. Walking into the front room to watch a little television Tracy was sitting on the sofa looking like she had lost her best friend.
“What’s wrong boo?”
“It’s Brandon. I think he’s cheating on me.”
I thought, your ass is always crying bout some shit. If I were your man I’d cheat on you too. But being the good friend that I am I asked, “You feel like talking about it?”
She wiped her eyes and began talking. “I just called him a little while ago and I guess he was on the phone with somebody. He just said, let me call you back, and hung up the phone. He always makes time for me. Even if he’s on the phone with his family, he always put me first. Something is wrong I’m losing my man.”
“Girl that man loves you. I see the way he looks at you when ya’ll are together. He stared at you the entire time we were in the club. Did you see him and me standing at the bar that night?”
“Yes.”
“He was telling me how much he loves you and how you are his world.” Sometimes I lie so well I surprise myself. But my friend needs me right now. I’ll tell her anything she wants to hear if I think it will make her feel better. That’s what true friends do.
“I know he loves me, he has put up with so much. I want to be the woman he wants me to be but lately he’s been very distant with me.”
“Maybe he’s going through a little something right now. Give him a little time and I bet he’ll start acting right.” I could say that because I knew if he tripped on me again, he wouldn’t have to worry about me ever again.

Later that night Michelle and I decided to go grab a bite to eat. On the way to China Buffet, our favorite Chinese restaurant, Michelle started a conversation that would change the way I looked at her and everyone involved.

“Eric, I have to tell you something that’s gonna trip you
out.”
I turned down the radio and listened to what she had to
say. “Your girl Tracy ain’t shit”
“Why you say that?”
“’Cause she’s fucking a teacher”
I almost lost control of the car. I pulled over into the next parking lot we came to and put the car in park.
“What did you say?”She was going to have to repeat that. I had to make sure I heard her correctly.
“She’s fucking one of her
teachers” “Which one?”
“See, I can’t tell you all that, but I do know that she’s been doing it for a while now.”
“See, why you playin’? Tell me who the teacher is!” I had to