Shattering the Myth (16 page)

There was a round table with a white linen tablecloth about ten feet from the bed. The table had white taper candles burning on it and was set with fine china. A bottle of wine was chilling in a silver cooler, and I had a vase of wildflowers placed in the center of the table.

The barn had four horses in two stalls on one side and six
cows in stalls on the other side. They were all pretty calm at the moment, doing what animals do, like eating hay or grass—whatever.

I told you to have a seat at the table, left for a moment to kill the headlights on the car, and got ready to spring my other surprises on you. They were all waiting on the other side of the barn.

I came back in and found you looking all around in dismay from your seat at the table. You laughed at me and said, “You're so crazy, girl! That's why I love you!”

I replied, “I love you too, baby!”

Just then, the doors to the barn opened up, and the violinist entered, wearing a black tuxedo. He started playing for us, and it only made you laugh harder.

You were really shocked when the waiter entered next, also wearing a black tuxedo, pushing a rolling cart covered with a white tablecloth, the kind they use for room service in upper-crust hotels. The catered dinner I ordered earlier that day was on it.

The waiter poured the wine and then proceeded to serve us the lobster in butter sauce, wild rice, steamed vegetables, and buttered rolls while the violinist played soft music throughout the entire meal. It was an extremely romantic evening, just like I had hoped. The animals were still chilling out in their stalls the entire time.

After dinner, I had the waiter and violinist clear out so we could be alone together in the barn. I stood up, took your hand, and led you to the bed. I started kissing you as I pushed you back on the bed and climbed on top of you.

I began to tell you all the things I love about you. I told you how much I love your humor, your compassion, your honesty, your sense of adventure, your romantic nature, the way you
make love to me, the way you look, the way you walk, the way you kiss, the way you taste.

Then I handed you the bouquet of wildflowers that were held together by my final surprise. I blurted out the question really fast before I lost my nerve. “Will you marry me?”

I don't know what stunned you more, the question or the gold man's engagement ring on the stems of the flowers. You made me the happiest woman in the world by saying, “Yes!” It was the most beautiful word in the English language at that very moment.

I took the ring off the flowers and placed it on your ring finger. Then I asked you to make love to me with the passion and fire that you always do. We began kissing again. I was still on top of you, but we were sitting up, with my legs hooked around your back.

I undid your tie and practically tore it off because I couldn't wait another minute. We both began ripping at each other's clothes until we were completely nude. You stuck your dick inside me with such ease and grace, I never even saw it coming.

Then you stood up and carried me, dick still inside, over to one of the horse stalls and started fucking me up against it. The sound of my ass banging up against the wooden gate to the stall startled the horse inside, and it started bucking its head and making noises. Before we knew it, the other horses started making noises too, and so did the cows.

Suddenly, I felt the horse rub his head up against the nape of my neck, and I couldn't help but laugh. It tickled and took me by surprise. I reached over my head and started petting the horse, in an effort to make it calm down before it decided to kick its way right out the stall.

You had a better idea, though. You opened the stall and carried me inside. You took your dick out and let me down on the
ground just long enough for you to climb on the horse bareback. Then you took both my hands and lifted me up on the horse, facing me away from you toward the horse's head.

After you lifted me up on your thighs, I reached down and placed your dick back in my pussy and started riding it. The horse really went wild then. Who knows, maybe it was horny. It started pacing around the stall, slowly at first. When we both started moaning and fucking harder, the horse seemed to completely lose it. He took off out of the stall into the main part of the barn.

All we could do is laugh and try to hang on for dear life. I grabbed a hold of the horse's mane and started trying to tell it to chill, having absolutely no clue what to say to a horse, since I had never been on one in my entire life.

I tried to get off, but you grabbed me around the waist and told me not to. I was scared it was going to throw us, and we would both be in traction by the morning. Your crazy ass kicked your heels into the sides of the horse and made it go faster. Before I knew it, we were outside the barn, butt-naked, fucking on a horse in the moonlight. The shit was mad funny.

The horse ended up in the middle of the field of wildflowers, the same field I picked flowers from earlier that day. You made another gesture, making the horse come to a stop, and then we both got down on the ground.

We started going for it then, right in the middle of the field, paying no attention to the insects all over the place. We got in the sixty-nine position and started partaking of each other for dessert. Both of us were cumming all over the place within a few minutes. It was great.

You made love to me in the field with a greater passion than ever before. Then we went back to the barn on the horse's back and finally made good use of the bed. We made
love all night long until the rooster woke up half the countryside the next morning.

We got dressed and got back in the car. I drove up to the main house so you could meet our benefactors. Ma and Pa, as I call them, were happy to hear that my proposal went over well and had a huge breakfast waiting for us. Of course, we were both itching like all hell because of the mosquito bites we got out in the field of flowers. They had really torn our asses up. Ma gave us some ointment and sent us on our way.

We've been married for two years now and drive up to see Ma and Pa regularly. Of course, they were seated on the first pew at the wedding. Every now and then, we even make love in their barn, reliving the night two hearts decided to become one.

The club was standing room only that night, and the smoke was thick as I took the stage. Singing the blues classics, by sisters like Ms. Holliday, came extremely easy to me. I had been severely depressed since I walked in on Kendall getting a blow job from the slut who lived across the hall from us. Imagine walking into my own fucking place of residence and seeing the bitch with my man's cum all over her mouth and his dick swinging like a willow tree in front of her face.

I got medieval on both their asses, packed all the shit I could possibly carry, and caught a cab to my sister's place near 135th and Fifth Avenue in Harlem. As I began to sing “Good Morning Heartache,” I thought about how drastically my life had changed over the last month. How I had given myself completely to a man who treated my love like a disease instead of a blessed gift. How he turned out to have so little respect for me that he would let a woman suck his dick in the place we had decorated and made a home out of together. How he could do his dirt with a woman I saw on a regular basis, that I borrowed flour and sugar from on occasion, that I trusted.
How the one I gave my heart to could hurt me so bad. How I had been such a fucking fool.

Then something strange happened while the people in the audience were applauding and whistling at our first set. Glancing over at you sitting on the piano bench and watching all the passion from your soul escape through your fingertips, I began to fantasize about how it would be if we made love, what your passionate fingers would feel like all over my body. Would you play my body with the same intensity as you played the piano, would you make me forget all the shit Kendall had done, would you show me what making
real
love was all about?

When we finished our final set a little after two, you approached me with the intention of simply shooting the breeze, but I was so horny for you, I couldn't take it and dashed outside to catch a cab without even taking the time out to change my clothes. I know you were wondering what made me leave in such a rush. I had never fantasized about a man the way I did about you onstage that night. I wanted to rub my fingers over my nipples and finger myself, but sure as hell couldn't in front of a crowd of people.

However, doing it in the cab was a totally different matter. The driver, a foreigner who could barely understand my destination when I told him, almost wrecked the car when he realized I was masturbating in the backseat. I know it seems raunchy, but I
had
to do it. I
had
to cum right then and there, so I made it happen.

I lowered one of the straps on my sequined evening gown, licked one of my fingers, and then rubbed it over my hardened nipple. I took my breast in my hand, pushed it up as much as I could, and flickered my tongue over the nipple. I could see the cabdriver looking through his rearview mirror at my little show. Eventually, when we were at a stoplight, he even
adjusted it so he could get a better view. We never said another word to each other, not even when we arrived at my sister's place. I tried to pay him the amount shown on the meter, but he smiled at me and gave me a hand motion, letting me know he didn't want me to pay. Of course, this was after I had fingered myself in front of him and cum all over the backseat of his cab, moaning and flinging my head all over the place because the orgasm was so profound. I guess he figured he should probably be the one paying me.

I slept like a baby that night. All of my dreams were filled with you. It was so wild because we had been friends for so long, working closely together and all of that. I had never thought of you in a sexual way until that night. In my mind, I wanted to be with you, but I feared losing your friendship by coming on to you.

The next afternoon, when I arrived at the club for rehearsal, we were all alone. You informed me that the club's owner, Ralph, had gone across town to pick up some liquor for the club. I started feenin for your ass right off the bat. You had on one of those tight-ass body shirts that revealed all of your muscles and some jeans that showed off that well-defined ass of yours. I was so fucking nervous. Apparently it showed, because you asked me what was wrong.

I had danced around what happened between me and Kendall when I told all of you I had moved in with my sister, but I sat there and spilled the whole story to you that afternoon. You listened intently and looked me in my eyes while I talked. Your dark eyes hypnotized me. The whole time I was talking about Kendall, I really wanted it to be about the two of us.

We decided we better get some rehearsing done. I leaned over the edge of the black grand piano and began singing as you played. The rehearsal went great, and we were about to
end it when you told me to come there. I was shook and not sure what you meant. You took me by the hand and pulled me closer to you so that I was standing in between your legs, facing you, while you sat on the piano bench. My round, succulent ass was resting on about a dozen of the eighty-eight keys as you took your hands and traced the outline of my chest with them.

I had on a black, loose-fitting above-the-knee skirt and a white crop top that left my pierced belly button exposed. You palmed my breasts in your hands and took the round earring onto the tip of your tongue and licked my belly button gently. My pussy was instantly wet. All I could do was caress the back of your head. I couldn't believe you wanted it too. Just the night before, I figured you would tell me to get lost if I came on to you. Yet there we were, the situation totally reversed, with you coming on to me.

You lifted my shirt up over my breasts, reached behind my back, unfastened my bra, and devoured my breasts, giving them both an equal tongue bath. We both moaned softly. I was wiggling my ass on the piano keys 'cause my pussy was yearning for your touch. You must have read my mind because you stood up and tongue-kissed me while you lifted me up on top of the grand piano. My feet were on the piano keys, playing an unrecognizable tune. I spread my legs to meet your hardened dick grinding in between them.

You laid me back on the piano, lifted my skirt, and ripped my panties off, not wanting to go through the effort of pulling them down and off. You caressed my nipples, one in each hand, as you began to suck on my anxiously awaiting pussy. I arched my back so that only my ass and head were actually resting on the piano top as you partook of the life source of my pussy. No man had ever eaten me out like that before. I
realized that you were answering all the questions I was wondering about the night before onstage.

As I came in your mouth, I could hear your pants unzipping. I could barely wait to get some of your dick. My wait was short. You stood up on the piano stool and entered my pussy as it rested on the edge of the piano top. I pictured what it would be like if the cramped yet cozy club was standing room only at that moment, with people nursing their drinks, smoking cigars and cigarettes, making the room cloudy as they watched you grind your dick into me. You fucked me so hard, the rest of the day I had trouble walking straight, but it was well worth it.