I woke up with a massive erection. It could have been my imagination or perhaps it had been a dream, but I had the impression that Fonia had been stroking my dick all night. Shaking the cobwebs away, I eased out of bed, glanced down at her sleeping form, and then stumbled to the bathroom. A long gush of piss would rid me of the hard-on.
I returned to the bedroom and she sat up. “Good morning, Jag,” she said in a sweet tone. She was a natural beauty—as pretty in the morning with her hair tousled and her face scrubbed clean as she’d been in the bar last night.
“Morning,” I murmured and glanced at the clock. Seven in the morning was too early to face the day, and so I climbed back under the covers.
“Want some breakfast?” she asked.
“No, I’m good.” I pulled the covers over my shoulders and slipped back into sleep. But not for long. The smell of coffee and others scents pulled me out of sleep. I threw on a pair of jeans and joined Fonia in the kitchen.
She pointed to a spread of bagels, bacon and eggs and grits. “I ordered this from the deH, but I made the coffee,” she said, offering a smile.
I sat down at the table and began to chow down. “Where’d you go to high school?” I asked, curious to know more about her background.
Her face clouded. “I went to a private school. Downtown,” she muttered, her tone of voice indicating that a trip down memory lane was not a joyful experience.
“I went to Bartram,” I told her, deciding to reveal some of my past. “I was a bad-ass Idd, raised by my grandmother. I called her Mom-Mom and it’s a shame the way I caused her so much grief. Hustling on the streets and always involved in some sort of scam. I was definitely headed for jail or an early grave imtil I decided to turn my life around.”
“What made you decide to turn your fife around?”
I told her about Curt and how his tragic accident had motivated me to deviate from the destructive path I’d been on. Her eyes widened in awe when I told her that I’d recently graduated from law school.
“Law school? That’s quite an accomplishment. I guess your grandmother’s proud of you.”
“She was proud and I’m glad that she was able to attend my graduation from undergrad school, but she’s deceased now.”
“Sorry to hear that.”
“Yeah. It’s tough being alone in this world, but I’ve
gotten used to it. I guess you’re wondering why I’m tending bar,”
“Well, yeah.”
“It’s only a summer job to help me survive until I start my internship in September. Additionally, I have to start paying down my student loans. Getting an education is expensive, and I have so much debt. I’ll be an old man before those loans are paid in full.”
“The rent on this apartment is paid up for six months, and you’re welcome to stay here...you know, rent free.”
Staying with Fonia had been a spur-of-the-moment idea. We’d been sort of winging it, and hadn’t discussed a more permanent situation. Staying at the hotel was cosdy and to be able to live rent-free would be extremely helpful. The way I saw it, we’d be helping each other. My presence would protect her from the beat-freak and she could help me save money. A win-win situation if we could make it work.
Problem was, I still had feelings for her and I sensed she was feeling me, too. That erotic dream I’d had about her didn’t help things. Getting into a sexual relationship with someone that had been abused and misguided by a sadistic, control freak wasn’t a wise decision. But how long could we sleep in the same bed before we found our way into each other’s arms?
“Hearing your story has inspired me. I got good grades in school, but Mr. Lord didn’t want me to pursue higher education.”
“No, I guess he didn’t. He didn’t want you to do anything that would encourage you to think for yourself— to be independent. He wanted to keep you as his human chattel forever,” I said bitterly.
Fonia dropped her eyes.
“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to throw your past in your face. I know you’re ready to move forward.”
“I am,” she said with a wistful look in her eyes. “It’s time to start thinking about a career—to figure out what I enjoy—^what I’m good at. I have to figure out how I’m going to support myself.”
Nodding, I sank my fork into a pile of scrambled eggs.
OX3\^
I took Fonia with me to visit Curt. “What’s up, man? I brought a friend with me. This is Fonia, the girl of my dreams that I’ve been telling you about,” I said in a cheerful tone as we entered his room.
Fonia blushed and said a nervous, “Hi.” I could tell that Curt’s condition and his blank stare was startling and made her uncomfortable.
I pulled open the curtains, letting sunshine fill his room. “I make sure that I visit my man at least once or twice a week, but if this is too much for you, you can wait for me in the visitor’s lounge down the hall,” I told her.
“No, I’m all right. He’s your friend, and I want to be here with you.”
Noticing that a soap opera was playing on the TV, I said kiddingly, “Are you into soap operas now, Curt? Let me find out that you can’t miss a day of watching The Young and the Restless.”
Though his mouth remained in a fixed position, I thought I saw a glimmer of something in his eyes. It was as if he was trying to tell me that he didn’t like soap operas.
“When the nurses are giving him care, they have a tendency to turn on their favorite shows,” I explained to Fonia in a confidential whisper. “I may be laughing and busting it up with Curt right now, but inside I’m pissed off.”
“Why?”
“Some of the people that provide his care don’t have enough respect to change the channel to something he’d enjoy before they roll out. I’m Curt’s only advocate, and whenever I come through I try to make sure that his quality of life is up-to-par.”
“You’re a good friend,” Fonia murmured as I flipped through the channels, trying to find something that I thought would appeal to my man. He didn’t have any premium channels with fairly current movies, and so I settled on a rerun of Martin, recalling how Curt and I both used to have a crush on the character, Gina.
Fonia glanced around the room. “At least it’s nice and cheerful in here.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, feeling good that I’d made the effort to brighten up his room with plants, photos, and posters.
The helium balloons that I’d bought for his birthday were looking a little deflated as they bobbed around the ceiling. I grabbed the string and pulled them down. It was time to get rid of them. They’d be bobbing around the ceiling until his next birthday if I didn’t trash them.
Thinking of all the years I’d left Curt here, lingering without a visit, filled me with guilt and hurt my heart. Pm so sorry, man. I was young and dumb and didnH put up a fight when they kicked me out. But I got your hack from now on.
“Is there something I can do?” Fonia asked.
“Yeah, fill up that that pitcher on his nightstand and water the plants.”
While Fonia was in the bathroom filling the pitcher, I rubbed Curt’s hand. “I got your back, man. You know that, right? I’m going to stay on top of your caregivers and make sure they treat you with dignity.”
After Fonia watered the plants, she looked at the pictures of Curt during happier and healthier times. “Is that you?” she asked, gazing at the photograph of Curt and me.
“Yeah, that’s when I was a young knucklehead.”
She glanced from the photo to my face. “You’ve changed.”
“I have?”
“Yes, you were handsome back then, but now you’re more than handsome...you’re hot!”
The compliment took me off-guard, caused me to drop my gaze and bite down on my lower lip to stifle a smile.
I’d been hearing that I was hot since I was in my teens... and I heard it night after night while working behind the bar, yet the compliment had an unexpected effect when it came from the mouth of someone I cared about.
Fonia and I visited with Curt for an hour and before we left, I spoke with the charge nurse, and ftrmly requested that she speak to the care staff about leaving soap operas playing in Curt’s room. “I didn’t buy that TV for their enjoyment,” I reminded her. “I have the channel set on T\^ One; he likes those old reruns and other African- American shows.” I didn’t matter to me that Curt was considered to be a vegetable by the medical profession. My man had certain Hkes and dislikes and it was my duty as his friend to be his mouthpiece.
“I’ll speak to the care staff about changing the channel in Curtis’s room,” she said. “It won’t happen again.”
“One more thing...”
“Yes?”
“Can’t the nurses open the curtains in his room? He shouldn’t have to lie in a darkened, dreary room.”
“You’re absolutely right, and if you could start attending his quarterly care conference meetings, you could express all your concerns with the care team. That way, your requests will be documented in his chart and the staff will be obhgated to follow through or face disciplinary action.”
“I’ll be at the next meeting,” I said with conviction. It wasn’t that I wanted to get any of the staff in trouble, but Curt was a human being—not a vegetable, and as
long as he had breath in his body, I planned to be an advocate for his rights.
Wearing a scowl, Sharif walked into The Dive about fifteen minutes after Fonia and I arrived. “Hennessy and Coke,” he said as he took a seat on a barstool. “Is that the girl?” he asked, nudging his head toward Fonia who was standing in front of the jukebox, selecting music.
I knew he’d heard about what had gone down at the dinner party, and it would be a waste of time to try to conceal Fonia’s identity. “Yeah, that’s her.”
“That stunt you pulled the other night wasn’t cool. You should realize that you’re in over your head, man,” Sharif advised.
“I know what I’m doing; I got this.”
“I don’t think so. You’re messing with the property of a very powerful man.”
I scoffed at the word, “property.”
“I’m serious; you should return the girl to her owner before you dig yourself into a hole that’s too deep to climb out of.”
“Do you hear yourself? Fonia is not property and that punk-ass, beat-freak is not her owner.”
Sharif shook his head in a condescending manner. “Leave the heroics for police and firemen and shit. You’re just a regular dude who’s playing with fire and bound to get burned.”
“Are you suggesting that I need to come to work strapped? Because I’ll do whatever it takes to keep that maniac away from her.”
“Do what you think is best,” Sharif said, tossing back his drink. “But you need to know it’s only a matter of time before he comes for the girl.” Sharif slid off the stool and headed for the door.
Nervous about Fonia wandering too far from my sight, I fold her that I needed help behind the bar. She was able to hand out bottled beer while I mixed drinks and poured hard Hquor. For the rest of the night, I kept my eyes on the door, worried that the bar would be stormed by a crew of hired gunmen that would shoot up the place and scoop up Fonia during a barrage of bullets.
At the end of the night, Ben came in to clean the place and Harvey arrived to cormt money and take inventory. Harvey cast a disapproving gaze at Fonia. “%ur girlfriend can’t be here while we’re closing.”
I stepped to Harvey in a confrontational manner, and I know my eyes were looking crazy. “She’s not going anywhere, so do your job and don’t worry about her.” Harvey mumbled something under his breath, but he took heed and went about his business.
It had been a profitable night, and I had a thick knot of cash in my pocket. On the way home, I swung by the hotel. With Fonia’s assistance, I packed up all of my belongings and then went to the front desk and settled my bill.
“It’s official; we’re roomies,” I said in a playful manner
that I didn’t feel. I was deeply concerned about her safety. And mine. First thing tomorrow, I planned to register for a gun.
Who was I kidding? There was an undeniable spark between Fonia, and me, and when she slipped into an innocent-looking, polka-dot, cotton nightshirt, my dick began to swell up, conducting itself as if she’d walked in the room wearing a see-through neghgee. Fm not a pervert, at least Fve never thought of myself as one, but Fm the first person to admit that there’s no rhyme or reason
for the circumstances and conditions that cause a dick
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to brick up.
She sat on the side of the bed slathering lotion on her legs. “Smells good,” I said, referring to the fragrant scent that floated over to my side of the bed.
“Thanks. Want some?” She extended her arm, offering the container of lotion.
“No thanks. Smells good on you, but Fm not into smelling fruity.”
“What kind of lotion do you use?”
Figuring she was merely making friendly conversation, I said, “Different brands. I prefer unscented. Anything that’ll keep the ash off my black ass.”
“Oh, do you have a problem with dry skin?”
I nodded.
“Me, too. I have something that you’ll like.” She got
up and went into the bathroom and returned with a circular container. “This is called Sldn Silk and it doesn’t have a scent.”
“Cool.” I reached for the container.
“Let me rub you down.”
I gave her a surprised look.
“You’ve been on your feet all night. It’s the least I can do.”
Realizing that I was going deeper down a troubled path, I was helpless to resist. Turning over on my stomach, I surrendered to her soft hands.
Initially, I was able to enjoy the feeling of my muscles being kneaded and plied...and the shimmery sensation of the lotion being slathered over my skin, but when Fonia’s lips brushed against the back of my neck, her warm breath tickling my flesh, I sat up and enveloped her in my arms. At first I simply held her. She felt so small and delicate, I held her tightly as if my body alone could shield her from harm. When she whispered my name, it was all over. My mouth sought her lips and I nearly devoured her with my kiss.
“I want you so badly, Jag,” she said softly.
“I want you, too,” I said, panting with lust. It took great effort not to rip off her nightshirt and violently plunge inside her, filling her with my substantial girth. But realizing that she’d endured enough animalistic brutality, I willed myself to take it slow...to be gentle and take my time with her.
“Been waiting for this moment for a long time,” I said
hoarsely as I gently lifted the cotton fabric over her head. She shivered and I warmed her velvety skin with hot kisses. Fonia gave a sharp intake of breath as my lips captured her nipple, sucking gently as my hand wandered down to the apex between her thighs.
She squirmed and arched upward, whimpering my name. “Jag! Oh, Jag,” she cried.
“I’m right here, beautiful—I’m not going anywhere,” I murmured and I meant it. Fonia had a hold on me from the moment I’d set eyes on her.
Gently, my finger probed inside her silken interior. Her intimate muscles clenched around my fingers, and a moan escaped my throat as I imagined how good those tiny muscles would feel if they were gripping my dick.
But I was devoted to giving her pleasure.. .to taking it slowly. Moving southward, I licked open the slit of her pussy, lapping it up and down with warm, wet tongue strokes. Moaning and writhing, Fonia parted her thighs, inviting me to delve deeper. And I obfiged, stretching my tongue as deeply as possible and then pulfing out and alternately licking pussy and sucking her swollen clit.
She wriggled under my tongue’s gentle assault. Twisting and turning, she murmured pleadingly—^incoherent words as she struggled to hold an orgasm at bay. But I was relentless. My dick thickened with the need for release, yet I continued gripping her slender hips and sucking on her pussy that tasted as sweet as honeydew.
Somehow she squirmed out of my grasp and worked
her way down to my groin. The warm, moistness of her mouth as it closed around my dick, drove me to babbling quietly. Her suckling lips pulled and tugged on the sensitive head, her velvet tongue thrashed against it. Eyes squeezed shut in bHssful torture, I drove myself in a Httle deeper, and she widened her mouth accepting even more of my length.
Pleasure spiked, tightening my nut sac. As if sensing this, Fonia lowered her hand, cupping my balls and fondling them. Quickening the rhythm, I glided in and out of her mouth at a faster pace, but was careful not to choke or cause her to gag.
“I need to feel you inside me,” she said desperately. And I didn’t hesitate to accommodate her, pulling her to her knees and entering her from behind. Being sheathed inside her tight sex was utter bliss. I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the bedroom mirror, and my eyes were heavy-lidded with passion and my mouth was slackened with lust. The bed rocked from the thrusts and Fonia’s hair bounced around her shoulders as I made love to her.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said, watching her through the mirror. My breathing became ragged and rough as I increased the tempo. Clutching her hips, I urged her body to move in tandem with mine. Soon we were both panting, chests heaving, and our bodies glistening with sweat.
This was the closeness I’d been yearning for. Being inside her, exploring her most intimate parts was torture.
igniting a fever in my blood. Something similar to lightning raced across my skin. Scorching and tingling, as if my body was on fire.
I turned her over; I had to see her lovely face. Lying on top of her, our eyes met, and the raw, carnal hunger in her gaze matched mine.
“Don’t be gentle with me. Fuck me hard; treat me like a whore,” she demanded. The incongruity of those coarse words coming from such delicately curved Hps provoked something primal inside me. Adrenaline blasted through me and every muscle in my body hardened. Holding her in place, my thrusts became deep and fervent. Delivering fierce strokes, I drove into her relentlessly. I rode her until her hips circled frantically.. .until her body gave a sudden and violent jolt. Her pussy went into a spasm, sucking hard on my swollen dick. Crying out my name over and over, her inner muscles contracted uncontrollably as she climaxed.
I didn’t give in to my own need for release until her cries died down and her legs fell apart in exhaustion. As I exploded, I shouted lewd words of praise, remarking on how good her pussy felt and how sweet it tasted.