CHAPTER 5

Desiree drove for 45 minutes to and from the Pennsylvania line to work for Applied Card, a credit card company located north off of route 202. Working in the mailroom bored her on most days, but the $11.45 the company paid an hour gave her the independence she desired, so she traveled back and forth with minimal complaints.

“Hey, girl!” Iyanna yelled from the open elevator door. Iyanna Patrick was her only friend at work. She was a 25 year-old entry-level credit specialist from the 4^th floor who came down every day, regardless of her own schedule, to check on her.

“Oh, hey, Yanni,” Desiree said with little enthusiasm. Looking at the skimpy skirt and tight-fitting blouse Iyanna wore to work reminded her of the first time they had met outside in the parking lot. It was raining one afternoon and Iyanna had locked her keys in her 318i BMW. So, feeling sorry for her, Desiree jimmied it open with a hanger.

Their views on everything, even men, were the same, which helped their friendship develop quickly. But their methods on how to hold onto to men were different, so they shared all secrets and techniques.

“What are you up to down here in Sweat City?” Iyanna asked, walking up on her friend. “I was thinking that we could take our breaks early today and run over to Granite Run Mall to have lunch while we shopped.”

“Thanks for asking, but I can’t go today.”

Iyanna dusted off a box and slid it into Desiree’s work area to sit on. “Why not? I know you ain’t trying to stay cooped up in this dump for ten hours straight when it’s nice enough outside for us to break out the Baby Phat mini-skirts for the fellas.”

“No, I’m not. My friend is coming to take me out to lunch today, sweetie. I have a date that I can’t cancel.” She explained.

“Your friend, huh?” Iyanna said sarcastically. “You would think that since Alex’s wife works only a couple of floors away that he would be a little more discreet with his infidelity.”

“For your information, I’m not having lunch with him. Fuck that clown,” Desiree whispered.

Iyanna smiled. “You almost say that like you mean it.”

“I do, girl. Alex is a married lowlife. Case closed,” she stated with a wave of the hand.

“A lowlife with heavy pockets,” Iyanna was happy to add.

Deep down Iyanna wished that she were in Desiree’s position. Alex was a married man who paid all of her expenses and showered her with gifts, whenever possible. But Desiree didn’t care about him in the least. Her motto was, “If he does it to her, he’ll do it to me.” So she cared for him, but only when they were together.

“So, what’s he like?”

Thinking that she was still referring to Alex, Desiree said, “He’s good at eating my pussy for hours. If that’s what you are wondering.”

“Are you still talking about Alex, Dee? Because I was referring to the new mystery guy.”

“Oh, he’s not new at all, girl. We have a long, ongoing history together,” she said as if she was trying to downplay how strongly she felt about Deshonne.

“Well, how come you don’t sound too happy about this old flame?” Iyanna asked curiously.

Still feeling bitter about their last break up, Desiree simply said, “What’s there to be happy about? Some of our history was good and some wasn’t.”

“Hmm, sounds like I don’t like this character already.”

“Oh no, it’s not like that. I just thought that we were meant to be together at one point in time, and he thought that the block was all that he needed.”

“Well, has he changed any?”

God, I hope so. Because I just can’t seem to shake that nigga loose, Desiree thought to herself.

“Dee, did you hear my question?”

“No, I’m sorry. What were you saying?”

“It doesn’t matter, girl. But in case you haven’t heard, thugs aren’t in this season.”

“He’s not like that. He’s different,” Desiree said on Deshonne’s behalf. “If you seen him, you would think that he was just a cute nerd.”

“So why aren’t y’all together now?”

“Because we argued about a lot of dumb stuff in the past. And when he was locked up one of his so-called boys told him a bunch of lies about me because I wouldn’t give him none.”

“Girl, that’s why I don’t like meeting a man and his boy! Because the third wheel always ends the relationship somehow,” Iyanna added.

“You got that right,” Desiree agreed. “That’s why me and him are trying to start over now without no interference.”

“Well, are y’all still close?”

“We better be,” Desiree stated with a sense of entitlement.

“Girl, you’ve been holding back on me!” Iyanna said, sensing the steamy passion in her friend’s words.

“No, I haven’t. We’re just close, Yanni, you know? Just like you and your friends, we ah—do things together in our free time. There’s no secrets what-so-ever between us. And we have the most sexual nights two friends could possibly have without the strings of a commitment,” she blurted out, blushing. “He just makes me feel ways no other man has ever come close to.”

“So y’all are soul-mates, huh?” Iyanna concluded from the sincerity in Desiree’s voice.

Feeling warm all over made Desiree want to talk about Deshonne. She felt like explaining everything at that moment. “It’s just the little things that men won’t do or don’t even notice that he does constantly without asking.”

“And the sex?”

“Girl, let me tell you, after all that time away he hasn’t lost a thing. My baby’s stroke game is still strong.”

“Well, don’t get shy on me now. Spit out the details girl, cause you know how I like it.”

Lately, Iyanna’s sex life was limited to battery-operated toys and X-rated videos. Tired of one-night stands and failed short-term relationships, she often thought about going back to her only true love. But her womanly pride kept her single and lonely.

“You know that you’re going to cut into your lunch break if you want to hear about my wild nights,” Desiree pointed out.

“Dee, I go all the way out New Castle to the trading post on route13 twice a week just to buy nasty movies knowing damn well that the fine brotha behind the counter is gonna find any reason he can to squeeze through the small-ass aisle I’m in, just to rub his dick up against my ass and say, “excuse me.” Girl, I have no life and nothing but time right now.”

They both laughed at Iyanna’s honest confession, causing everyone to momentarily pause to see what was so funny. Desiree waved them back to work and began to whisper. “Yanni, you need to get help, girl, cause you are sick.”

“No I’m not. I’m just sexually neglected right now. All I need is a little dick in my life and I’ll be okay. Now tell me about your friend, and don’t leave out the nasty parts, either.”

“Oh, okay. I guess I can give you a little summary of the past week,” she agreed. Desiree didn’t even notice that Iyanna had begun to help her with the sorting as she started to reconstruct her memorable marathon. Turning her back to her coworker, she lowered her voice and relived the moment.

“At first, I was nervous as shit because it had been so long for us…”

At five-foot-seven Desiree was stacked. She took her time in the bathroom to build up the courage to go strutting into his bedroom again after four long years.

Squeezing into a purple 38 D-cup Victoria’s Secret bra, her 40DDs were begging for attention. She even brought the matching thong a size too small so that the contour of her shapely bottom would emphasize the few added pounds that rounded below her waistline. Confident that she was the classiest slut she could be, she tried extra hard not to stumble into his childhood bedroom as she strolled in wearing new four-inch Nine West heels. After posing for him, the lights went out.

Deshonne stood almost breathless between her legs while she sat on the edge of the bed and kissed from his chest to his navel. Thinking that he would feel a bit timid, she pulled off his boxers first, then proceeded to take off her own undergarments.

“Come to bed,” Desiree said, gently pulling on his hand as she opened her legs and attempted to lie back.

Having other plans for her, Deshonne stepped forward. Placing his erect penis inches from her face, he gave her a silent invitation. They had never entertained each other orally, but he knew that she wouldn’t turn him down. He figured that if she hadn’t experimented on someone else by now, then tonight would be her first.

“Are you serious?” she asked with his swollen tip only an inch from her lips.

“Why don’t you try it for me? I wanna see how it feels,” he reasoned.

She was reluctant to perform on Deshonne the art that she had come to master on Alex for a fear of what his opinion of her would be. But she had promised to please him in every way imaginable, so she grasped his testicles and slowly pulled him forward to take in every inch. It only took mere seconds for his knees to get weak, and even less time for his manhood to begin jerking violently. Not wanting to appear nasty she pulled back at the first taste of precum, and his semen began to splatter all over her sexy glossed lips and plump breasts…

“Girl, I know you was mad! Because I used to hate it when my old boyfriend used to cum in my face instead of my mouth,” Iyanna bragged. “I used to tell him, you either gonna cum inside one of my holes or you gonna start using a condom! I gave him free access to all three of them, so you would think that he would’ve at least had enough respect to nut inside of one. That clown.”

“I wasn’t mad, but I would’ve been if he would’ve cum that fast inside of me without me getting my thing off,” Desiree added. “Anyway, keep quiet so that I can get to the good parts for you.”

Deshonne’s parents were asleep in the other room. Desiree tried to keep the warm, running water as quiet as possible so she could quickly wash his sticky juices off of her face and chest. He walked up behind her and slid his stiffness between her cushioned cheeks. “Stop it, Magic,” she murmured. “Wait until we’re in the other room.” She whispered, while trying to grab one of his roaming hands. Gently pinching her left nipple until she released his other hand, he reached around her soft body and glided two fingers inside of her already moist vagina. She began to shed soft tears as he leaned her over the sink. “Magic, you gotta stop because I can’t hold it,” she told him.

“Just let it go,” he whispered into her ear as he sucked on her earlobe.

Holding onto the sink, resting her forehead on the faucet, she braced herself and allowed the warm water running onto her tender breasts to intensify her sexual peak. Still fondling her clitoris, he thrust his aching organ inside of her from behind. She in turn pushed back onto his rod, burying him deep inside her river.

“Mmm, mmmm!” she moaned as her knees buckled, and her pulsating river slowly began to run down her inner thighs. After having multiple orgasms she regained her composure and retook control of the situation. They finally came together in the bathroom, washed each other, and returned to the bedroom to continue the session. With crushed ice in her mouth Desiree sucked on Deshonne teasingly for what seemed like hours, from his chest to his scrotum. And in turn, he had her balled up for over five hours like a pretzel in various positions as he tried to punish her.

Iyanna had developed her own vivid picture as Desiree’s story unfolded. She began to erotically suck her own thumb as she listened. Desiree glanced at Iyanna and laughed once she noticed that her freaky friend was perspiring.

Once the X-rated tale was over, Desiree took a call from her mystery man. Iyanna quietly said her farewells for the day and swiftly walked awkwardly towards the elevator, her own juices seeping down through her cotton panties. She mentally thanked her friend for the overdue deed.

Reclining the front passenger seat of her 96 Acura Legend all the way back, Desiree tried to rest her eyes for a moment after a hard day’s work.

How was your day?” Deshonne asked as he pulled away from the security booth and headed towards the highway.

“Drive,” she said, frustrated.

Damn, I was just trying to be supportive and make a little small talk,” he thought.

“We just ate lunch together three hours ago, Magic. Nothing has changed since then, okay.”

“Ah-ight, whatever,” he said sarcastically.

Oh here we go with the attitudes, she thought to herself. “I’m sorry for the way I sound, Magic, but I’m tired and my feet hurt.”

“It’s cool,” he said, accepting her apology.

“So, if you don’t mind, how about telling me how your day went?”

Glad she asked, he let her choose which news she would hear first. “The good or the bad?”

“Why don’t you give me the bad news first, so we can end on a good note,” she told him.

“Okay, let’s see. Well, I’ve been home almost a month already, and I’m broke. I just spent my last $10 on gas, and I’m broke. And, I was planning on taking you to the movies tonight to celebrate the good news, but…”

With a smile on her face she leaned over, kissed him on the cheek, and asked him to give her the good news.

As if it were nothing, he said, “I start a part-time cleaning job on Monday.”

“Baby, that’s great!” she said, with a more passionate kiss on the lips. “Let’s celebrate on me!

“Stop at the nearest liquor store so I can cash my check.”

“What are you trying to do, get me drunk, lady?”

“I don’t have to because you always give me what I want when the lights go out anyway, honey,” she announced.