Tears on My Pillow 2 (4 page)

                 “I…I…I…have no idea. He just trippin.” She finally manages to get out without ever making eye contact with me or anyone else in the room.

                  “So, you don’t have a black eye?” I quiz.

                 “NO!” Qisha yells, and stomps pass all of us and out the living room.

                 Chandler says to Jakari, “What is that fool talking about?”

                  “She need to leave his ass,” Jakari replies.

                  I leave the living room and go back to the kitchen. I walk in there right when Qiana and Qimora come in the front door. “Hey lady!” They both yell at the same time. We quickly hug and kiss.

                  “I just saw Darrin and Qisha leaving. What is that about?” Qimora asks.

                  “Girl, I don’t know. Darrin was being very disrespectful to her and then accused her of having a black eye from another dude but to add further insult to injury he said she is fucking both Chan and Jakari!”

                 “What?” They both scream at once.

                  “That’s ridiculous! If Qisha is bold enough to cheat on his old trifling behind, good for her, but I know it wouldn’t be with Chandler, Jakari, or some abusive mofo,” Qiana states in a matter of fact tone.

                  “Let me call that girl,” Monique says, walking to the corner of the kitchen where I see a light blue phone on the wall. She picks up the phone and dials Qisha’s number. She stands in silence for a few moments before placing the phone back in its cradle and saying, “Well girls, she didn’t answer so we will just have to eat without her. I will be glad when some sense knocks her upside her head, so she can leave his ass.”

                 My mom goes over to the stove and starts piling food on the plates one by one. I go to the living room door. “Jakari and Chandler, come on into the kitchen, it’s time to eat.

January 31, 2014

Friday

Azia

                 I call Dean Bradford as soon as I get in my car on Wednesday, after my meeting with Jakari. He agrees to have a meeting with me today, so I open the door to my closet and stand there staring at my wardrobe. I begin to rummage through the clothes on the hangers and decide on a short, tight red dress with a sweetheart neckline. I cover my feet with some neutral heels and stain my lips with my favorite fire red lipstick. I remove my head rag and comb out my asymmetrical wrap. The longer side being on my right and stopping just before it touches my shoulder.

                 I unhook my neutral colored wrap coat from the coat rack on the wall and put it on. I tie the belt as I walk over to my desk, and pick up my keys and my cell and put them in my coat pocket. I walk out the door and make my way to the Elliot Building where Dean Bradford’s office is located. I step out of my dorm and I am immediately slapped in the face by the brisk cold winter air. I shiver a little and put my hands in my pockets.

                  I am so thankful that the Elliott building is only two buildings over from me because a moment longer, I would have frozen to death. I open the door to the Elliott building and walk the halls until I reach the door to Dean Bradford’s office. I take in a lung full of air and slowly release it before I knock on the door. “Come in.” I hear him say immediately.

                 I turn the door knob and smile big. “Good morning, Dean Bradford,” I say as I step into his office.

                 I can see his eyes running up and down the length of my body. I close the door and decide to remove my coat, so that he can get a better glimpse of the total package. I need him to close this investigation so I can get my man back and I am prepared to do whatever it takes to make that happen.

I walk to the front of his desk and sit down in one chair while placing my coat in the other. He leans forward in his chair placing both of his elbows on the desk and locking his fingers together. “So, Ms. Collins, what can I do for you this morning?”

                  I slowly run my tongue over my lips before saying, “I need you to close the investigation on Professor Roberson.”

                  He looks totally confused. “Why would you want me to do that? Didn’t you come to me crying saying that he took advantage of you?”

                   “I did, but that was a mistake. I am willing to do anything to make this all go away,” I say, moving to the edge of my seat and pulling my dress up to just below my crotch. I then slowly uncross my legs. I gap them open wide, enough for him to get a peek between my legs. I then cross them back in the opposite direction. I notice his eyes lingering in my crotch area.

                   “Azia, unfortunately that is not something I can do. I have to provide a reason to the board for it to be dismissed and if I tell them that you purposefully filed false allegations against Professor Roberson, you will more than likely be thrown out of Rosemond U. Plus, just because you dismiss your allegations does not mean Kelly will do the same.”

                  I scoot back in the chair and huff. I knew the Dean might need a little incentive in getting this case closed, so I am glad that I decided against wearing any panties for this meeting. I uncross my legs again while wetting my index finger and my middle finger with my saliva. I slip my fingers into my slit and begin to massage myself while staring right into his eyes. “Are you sure there isn’t anything you can do?” I moan. “I can take care of Kelly. I just need you to handle the board for me.” I bite my lip as my saliva begins to mix with my honey.

                   He sits there for a few minutes watching me play with my pussy. His eyes are glued between my legs watching my fingers slide up and down my slit. I feel my clit swelling and pray that he agrees before I cum, which is going to be soon. I hadn’t had sex for weeks. I am horny as hell but only want to fuck J. I hear myself moaning as thoughts of how J used to hit it clutter my mind. I get so lost in pleasuring myself that I didn’t notice the Dean get up and lock his office door. He steps in between me and his desk, and I can see from the salute he is giving me that he may have just thought of a way he can help.

                  He unbuckles his belt. He then unbuttons and unzips his dark grey dress pants and allows them, along with his briefs, to fall to the floor. His muscle is definitely not as impressive as J’s, but as horny as I am right now and if this will get me what I need, which is Jakari; I can work with it. I slide to the edge of the chair and begin to tease the tip of his erection with my tongue, making sure my tongue is nice and wet. I slide my fingers into my honeypot as I begin to suck on his helmet. I moan as I think about how good it is going to feel to have Jakari back inside me, stirring my honey with his rod.

                   I increase the speed at which I am finger fucking myself and take more of the Dean in my mouth. I take him in my mouth up to his balls as I feel the honey from my pussy begin to coat my fingers. Dean Bradford slips his large hand into the top of my dress and begins to play with my nipple. I shiver a little as I come close to climaxing. “Azia,” he says in a breathy tone “Stand up and turn around.” I deep throat him for a couple of seconds longer before allowing his dick to fall out of my mouth and remove my fingers from my pussy.

                  I stand and look up at him as I lick my sweet honey coated fingers, one at a time. The Dean bites his lower lip and says, “Damn, please turn around.”

                   I turn around and lean over the chair I was just sitting in. I brace myself by holding onto the back of the chair. “Spread your legs more Azia,” he says as I am waiting for him to enter me. I am pleasantly surprised by his tongue softly flicking my clit from behind. My legs buckle and I grip the chair even harder.

                  “I think this is the sweetest tasting pussy I have ever had.” I hear him say from between my legs.

                  I look down and see that he is sitting on the floor, between my legs, with his back to the chair. He covers my throbbing pussy with his lips. The sight of him French kissing my pussy causes me to yell out. I feel it begin to pulsate uncontrollably. “Yes,” I cry out. “Please don’t stop!”

                  “If you like that,” he says between kisses, “then you are going to love this.”  He stands up and turns to face my back. I look back and watch as he places one hand on the small of my back and slowly guides his muscle into my pussy with his other hand. He begins to tease me by just putting the head in and pulling it out. I roll my hips wanting him to put it all inside me.

                  “Please give it to me,” I beg.

                   He begins to enter me nice and slow. I feel my legs begin to shake and my clit begin to quiver as his dick slides against it. I arch my back and scream, “UMMM YEAH! Ohhh yeah!”

                   He continues to glide in and out of me nice and slow, making sure that his hard dick stays in contact with my sensitive clitoris. “Ummm…oh…I’m cumming!”

                   Right at that moment, he grabs my hips and begins to plow into me, causing his balls to slap into my ass. I grip the chair with all my might as my body starts to convulse. “GOT DAMMIT! You’re killing me but it feels so fucking good!” I cry as I continue to convulse and hear my juices stirring every time he pulls in and out. This orgasm feels so good. I don’t want it to stop.

                   “Yes baby…yes…here it comes baby girl,” he says as he pulls his dick out and snuggles it between my ass cheeks and begins to squirt.

                   We both stay put for a couple of minutes trying to catch our breath. I am mostly trying to wait for my legs to stop shaking. I feel him wiping my ass crack with a tissue. I say, “Thank you.” I turn towards him while smoothing out my dress.

                 “Umm, no thank you, Ms. Collins. I should have the issue resolved by next week.”

                  “Great,” I say and pick my coat up out of the chair and put it on as I walk out of his office.

January 31, 2014

Friday

Qia

                   This is my second day back at home. I must admit that I do feel comfortable here, except for when I go into the living room. I don’t know why being in that room makes me feel so uneasy and upset but it does.

                   I take my wedding album off of the coffee table and go back up the front hallway to my office. I hit the switch on the wall to turn on the light. I walk behind my desk and take a seat in the chair. I place the wedding album on my desk and trace the gold embroidered letters on the front with my fingers. I whisper the words to myself as I read them,
Mr. and Mrs. Roberson
.

                  I shake my head when I realize that I can’t remember anything about how he proposed to me or our wedding day. I don’t remember where we got married, if we had a honeymoon, what my dress looked like, or who attended. I remember absolutely nothing about my life that happened prior to me having the accident.

                 I perch on the edge of my seat with my back super straight and stiff as a board. I flip the ivory cover open. The first picture I see is of me in my gown, holding a bouquet of blue roses. I look absolutely stunning in my gown but for some reason, I can’t stop staring at the blue roses. It is like they are pulling at something deep in my mind and whatever it is, I have a feeling I am better off not remembering it. The uneasiness continues to build as I continue to stare at the bouquet. I close my eyes for a brief moment as I try to embrace the feeling. I need to remember everything about my life, good and bad. I open my eyes and stare at the picture again but nothing comes to mind, so I manage to take my focus off of the bouquet and notice the happiness radiating from my eyes. I really would like to get back to that place. Right now, I can’t be happy because I have no idea what I am being happy about. I run my fingers over the picture and trace my face. I say to myself, “Who is this woman?”

                   I continue to slowly flip through the album and pause when I see a picture of Jakari. I smile thinking amnesia or not, he is fine. I unconsciously bite my bottom lip and notice how heavy my breathing has become. I also notice how horny I am. I wonder how long it has been since I have had sex. I lick my lips and turn the page.

                   I linger on a picture of my sisters and me. I admire how beautiful we all look, me in my white gown and them in their gold bridesmaid dresses. I did an excellent job picking those out. It looks gorgeous on all of my sisters.

                   I flip to the next page, which is of Jakari and me. I study how I am looking at him and how he is looking at me. I tilt my head to the side as I evaluate the photo. We look as though we are made for each other. I can see the love we have for each other showing in our eyes. I guess I really do love him and he truly loves me. I will have to pray that I get back to that place because right now, I don’t feel the amount of love for him that I seem to be displaying in this picture.

                  I turn the page and my heart seems to skip a beat and then stop completely. My breath gets caught in my throat. I stare at his handsome face, and I just want him to hold me in his arms and tell me that everything is going to be just fine.

                   I sit back in my chair leaving the album open to the photo of Jakari and Chandler. Why do I feel like he is the one I am in love with? Why do I feel like he is the one I should be married to? Why do I want him to make love to me and why do I feel like we have already made love a million times or more? Were we lovers? Was I cheating on Jakari with his brother? If so, what type of person does that make me, or Chandler for that matter?

                  I think back on the conversation I had with Chandler when he came to visit me while I was in the hospital. I am so happy that he came to visit at a time when Jakari isn’t there. We talk about several things during his visit. Chandler is able to fill me on the dynamics of our relationship before my accident. He says that we have been best friends since high school. He tells me that we spend a lot of time together and that we even go out to lunch a couple of times a week. I can certainly grasp the concept of being best friends, but what I can’t grasp is the feelings I am currently feeling for him. My feelings run much deeper than a best friend level.

                   The way he looks at me, the way he touches me, and the way I feel when he does is overwhelming. The comfort I feel with him is something I just can’t seem to explain at this moment. I tell myself that with everything that has gone on, my emotions may just be out of whack and I have to give myself time to get back to normal.

                   I continue flipping through the photos and come to the conclusion that we had a very lovely and extravagant wedding. The pictures seem to capture everyone enjoying themselves and having a wonderful time. I stop on a picture of my sisters and me cutting up on the dance floor, and I smile broadly. I become giddy as I recall that the name of our DJ, which is DJ Madness! I clap my hands in pure delight as I realize that I have recalled my very first memory.

                  I flip back to the picture of Jakari and me, and sigh loudly. I’m not sure what is going on with my emotions, but one thing I am sure of is that I am horny. I figure, maybe if we share some type of intimacy, it will help bring back some memories for me and give me the climax I crave so badly.

                   I stand up and take off my clothes, and leave them lying on the floor in my office. I quickly walk down the hallway until I get to the door of our bedroom. Jakari is reclined back on a couple of pillows watching TV when I enter the room. He looks over at me and his green eyes begin to sparkle. He sits up in the bed and says, “Damn, you look good as fuck.” I see his eyes trace up and down my body, lingering here and there.

                   I say, “Lay back down, please.”

                  I walk over to the bed and climb on top of it. I straddle his lap and look him in the eyes. I lean forward and let my lips melt into his. His lips are so soft and taste so good. I can feel my honey bubbling as our tongues vigorously and thoroughly explore each other. Jakari begins to run his fingers over the curves of my body until he settles on my breasts. He begins to twirl my nipples between his fingers, which drives me crazy. I push away from him and ask “Would you like to taste my pussy, Jakari?”

                   He smiles and says, “It will be my pleasure.”

                  I turn around so that my back is to the headboard and I straddle his face, making sure to line my pussy up with his mouth. The pillows put him the perfect distance away from my playground. I feel his tongue move up and down my slit, and it feels magnificent. I look in the mirror for a few moments and watch him pleasure me. I lean back on the headboard and stretch my arms out on both sides and allow them to rest on top of the headboard. I begin to slowly swirl my hips as his head game really begins to get my juices flowing.

                  I feel his tongue caressing my wet slit and I shake my head trying to keep from screaming. I lean my head back on the headboard and close my eyes. Jakari begins to softly suck on my clitoris and I can no longer stifle my moans. “Ooooh Jakari! Oh God! Ummmm, this shit feels incredible.”

                   When he starts to flick my clit with his tongue, my eyes roll into the back of my head and I lose it. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Eat my pussy!” I demand.

                   I open my eyes and I see Jakari’s dick standing straight up in his boxers, stretching them to their full capacity. Initially, I just want him to please me but after seeing that, my plans change. I can’t deny how attracted I am to this man but there is just something holding me back emotionally. However, right now, my body is ruling over my head and my heart, and I am going to suck the life out of this fine ass nigga.

                   I lean forward placing a hand on each side of him. I continue to lean forward until my face is right where I need it to be. I freeze for a minute because Jakari is feasting on my pussy and it feels heavenly. I lie flat on top of him and pull his thick dick out of his boxers. I begin to stroke his dick up and down while twisting my wrist a little bit. I hear him moan from between my legs. “Ummm, Qia I’ve missed you so much. Suck your dick baby.”

                   He stops talking and starts moving his tongue in a circular motion over my clit. I devour his muscle and begin to bob my head up and down in a steady rhythm. I wind my hips as I feel my orgasm approaching. I slide my tongue down the length of his muscle to his shaft. I take one of his balls in my mouth and suck on it while I stroke his rock hard muscle with my hand. I slide his muscle back into my mouth while I use my hands to massage his balls. “Day…yuuuum,” he moans into my pussy. It’s like the more I deep throat him, the further he buries his face into me.

     I feel my clit begin to tingle just as Jakari explodes in my mouth. The taste of his cum seems to make my orgasm even more intense. My legs begin to shake as he begins to fuck me with his fingers. I continue to suck on him until he releases everything he has to offer in my mouth and begins to go limp. I allow him to slide out of my mouth, just as my orgasm begins to come to its peak. I raise myself up on both my arms and knees.  I scream, “Fuck…I’m…I’m cumming!”

                        I continue to shiver, and Jakari lifts his head up off the pillow and teases my pulsating clit with the tip of his tongue. I realize he has my whole body trembling. I throw my head back. “Ahhh…yes…damn…God…I need this.”

                   I close my eyes and bite my lip as I enjoy the last waves of my climax and listen to him slurp up every drop of my cream. I collapse alongside Jakari. He slaps my ass and says, “You taste so good, my queen.”

                   I roll over on my back and sit straight up in the bed. “Jakari! OMG! I think I remember something!”

                  “Yah…yahhh…oh, you do?” he asks with a look of panic on his face.

                   “Yes! I’m scared to say it though because if I am wrong….” My voice trails off as I weigh the options. “Never mind, it’s nothing.”

                  “N…n…. n….no baby, what is it?”

                   “Do I have a gold iPhone?” I slowly look up at him, hoping that I am right because if I am, that means I have remembered two things today.

                   He lets out a breath and the panic disappears from his face. He smiles and says, “Yes, you do my queen.”

                   He turns on his side and leans over towards the nightstand on his side of the bed. He opens the top drawer and reaches inside of it. He pulls out my phone and hands it to me. I take my phone and stare at him for a moment, wondering why he seemed so nervous just a few moments ago. It is like he is afraid of what it is I have remembered.

                     My heart begins to beat rapidly, which causes me to look down at the phone in my hands. I quickly turn on the phone and as the screen lights up, my hands begin to shake. I look for the gallery icon on my phone and tap it several times in my hurry to get it to open. The pictures I have on my phone may help me to get my memory back and I want that more than anything right now. I gasp as I realize that my gallery is completely empty. I say out loud but really only talking to myself, “What idiot has a cellphone but doesn’t take any pictures with it?”

                  I look over at Jakari just as my eyes fill up with tears. “My gallery is empty. Do you know why I wouldn’t have taken any pictures with my phone?” I exit the gallery and go to my text messages. I am sure to have some of those on my phone, maybe the conversations will spark some memories. I tap the message icon and there are no threads at all.

                   “Qia.” Jakari sits up and leans forward. He puts his hand on my leg. “I wiped the memory of your phone when the doctors determined that you had amnesia.”

                  “Why the fuck would you do that?! Oh my God!” I yell at him. “Those pictures and texts could have been instrumental to helping me get my memories back.”

                   “I’m sorry. I thought that you wouldn’t be able to remember the password that was on it and I didn’t want you to get frustrated about it so I just wiped it.” I look into his eyes and for some strange reason, I feel like there is more to it than that. Was there something on there that he didn’t want me to see? I throw the phone up against the wall and watch as it breaks into several pieces. At that very moment, it feels like déjà vu. I sit for a minute, trying to recall why seeing that seems so familiar, but to no avail. I bury my face in my hands and begin to sob.

                   Jakari moves over next to me and wraps his arms around my shoulders, pulling me into his embrace. “I’m so sorry. I never thought about the pictures and text that might have been on there.”

                   “Got dammit! I could have tried to figure it out! That information was valuable,” I say, pushing him away from me.  I get up off the bed and go lock myself in the bathroom.