SHARIECE
“Don’t stop. Goddamn, don’t stop,” I moaned. “Oh shit, yeah, right there.” The pussy-eating work Emjay was putting down on me was enough to make my pedicured, fire engine-red painted toes curl. Literally. For someone who was only twenty years old, Emjay was a pro at cunnilingus. He circled my nipples with the tips of his fingers as he sucked the delicate, sweet pink of my pussy, tonguing my core, applying the right amount of pressure. “Oh, fuck, you’re gonna make me . . .” Emjay glanced up at me with a smug look, relishing that he knew all the spots to send me into orbit. When he started to suck on the lips of my pussy as if there was a sweet prize awaiting him once he reached the center, I purred. “Yeah, like that, that’s good, right there, baby, damn.” Emjay moaned as he sucked and licked on my clit. He had me good, my plump, sugar-brown thighs hiked on his shoulders. I ran my hands over his fingers that stimulated my nipples, his fingers along my luscious lips. I sucked them as if they were his dick, applying pressure. Emjay was bone-hard, dick thumping against the white cotton of his underwear. He smelled of Axe shower gel. I loved how the manly aroma infiltrated me like his fingers in my pussy, like his thick, candy bar-brown dick. I wanted to ravish him, lick the skin off if I could have. Emjay moaned as he worked his dick, feasting on my pussy.
I fisted the bed sheets. I couldn’t hold out much longer. I buried his head deeper, screaming, “Eat my pussy!” I love talking dirty when I’m horny. He worked me over until I came, my nectar oozing like liquid candy. Emjay rose up off the balls of his knees and walked to where I was lying flat on my back. I took him into my mouth, licking, sucking, massaging his dick with my fingers. “I’m gonna come,” he warned. It had been weeks since we’d fucked, being that we’d had to be careful about being seen together. I tightened my lips around his mushroom tip, around the vein-induced shaft. I didn’t stop until he had given me what I want. Minutes within, Emjay spurted thick, creamy webs of semen across my face and lips. I don’t mind cum on my face. He knew I wasn’t one of these spoiled, pretty girls who think they’re too good to suck dick. I licked his juices from the tap of his dick. “Damn, baby, that’s good,” he whispered under his breath as I milked out every drop, watching the last remnants of semen plummet from his teardrop-shaped pee slit. Emjay’s dick already started to go limp when we heard a knock at his apartment door.
“Who the hell is that?” I whispered.
Emjay slipped on some shorts before he went to go see who was knocking at the door.
“Fuck, it’s Mama.”
You would have thought my ass was on fire the way I hauled up out of bed. I began to get dressed. Emjay was funny the way he ran his skinny behind around the apartment like a chicken with its head cut off.
“What the hell is she doing here?”
“I forgot that I told her that I would have breakfast with her today.”
“Interesting how you failed to mention that,” I said, as I pulled on my skirt. Leandra always had the worst timing.
“Emjay, I know you’re in there. I can hear you walking around.”
“Damn, where are my panties?”
“Don’t look at me. I don’t know.” Emjay kicked his drawers under the bed.
“Emjay!” Leandra yelled.
“Chill out, woman, damn,” I said.
“I’m coming, Ma. I just got out of the shower.”
“Open the door, boy. Got me out here yelling in this hall.”
Leandra started jiggling the knob as if by some possibility, Emjay may have left the door unlocked. I was glad he didn’t.
“You gotta hide.” I grabbed my shoes and ducked into the closet. “Hold up, you forgot this.” He tossed my purse at me like it was a damn football, causing some of my personals to tumble out. I hid in the closet like I was some kind of dirty secret. I watched through the slit of the closet door at Emjay take one last look around before he finally let Leandra, my best friend of eleven years, into his studio apartment.
Damn, what is that smell? My nose led me to a pair of old Adidas that smelled of ass, feet and blue cheese. I plugged my index finger under my nose in an effort to drown out the stench. Here I was, a grown-ass, forty-two-year-old woman, hiding in my best friend son’s closet. I gently began retrieving the contents that had dropped out of my brown genuine leather Coach, no thanks to Emjay’s ass. After all that whooping and hollering she was doing outside of his door, he’d let her in. As I scanned the room through the slit of the closet, I noticed my iPhone 6 sitting on one of the bedside tables next to an empty champagne glass.
“Emjay, you know how I hate standing outside in the hallway, yelling at you. Your neighbors are going to think I’m a straight-up fool.”
“Good morning to you too, Mama,” Emjay said, giving Leandra a kiss on the cheek. He stood there shirtless and barefooted, with his hands shoved in the front pockets of his skinny jeans. I stared at my phone hoping, praying that Emjay saw the phone before Leandra did. She was with me at Best Buy the day I’d purchased it. You would never know that Leandra was forty by looking at her. It’s like I always say, “black don’t crack.”
Lee looked good in her tangerine-orange capris with top and orange sandals. The color looked good against her mocha skin. Her makeup was flawless and there wasn’t a hair out of place from the curly extensions that hung over her shoulders and down her back. The capris were slightly tight, but Leandra liked her clothes tight to show off her curvy assets. Some had mistaken her for Emjay’s sister, a compliment she relished.
“You’re not wet.”
“What?”
“You said you just got out of the shower, but you’re not wet.”
“Oh, I just dried off.”
Leandra looked at him like she could see clean through his lie.
“Get the phone,” I whispered under my breath. “Don’t let her see the phone, Emjay, damn.”
“Are you okay? You seem . . . different.”
“Um, yeah, it’s like nine in the morning on a Saturday.”
“Oh, I forgot,” Leandra said, pursing her lips, “you don’t get your tail up before noon.”
“Glad you remembered.”
“You’ll be fine once you get some breakfast in you.”
Emjay glanced over at the closet where I hid; scanning the room for anything Leandra was at risk to find. He did a double-take when he saw my phone.
“Jesus, this place is a mess. Emjay, how can you live like this?” As Leandra started picking up tossed clothes off the floor, Emjay eased over to the nightstand and pushed my phone behind a stack of books.
“I’ve been busy with school. I haven’t had time to straighten up.”
“Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. Guess who came into the shop last week?”
Oh Lord, here she goes.
“Brooke Canfield.”
“Who?”
“Don’t tell me you don’t remember Brooke. Ya’ll were playmates as children. You had the biggest crush on her in middle school, remember?”
“Yeah, that was like eight years ago, Ma.”
“She’s studying nursing at Keiser College. Girl’s going to be making money hand over fist when she’s done. I can’t believe she’s still single—smart girl like her.”
“Ma, I know what you’re trying to do. Quit it.”
“I’m just saying she—”
“Are you ready?” Emjay interrupted. “Those pecan pancakes you like at the Golden Corral are going to be gone if we don’t bounce.”
“We’re not going with you all half naked. Put some clothes on.”
The sound of Leandra’s voice was getting on my last nerve.
“You oughta get sick of walking around looking like you should be out on the street begging for change.”
My heartbeat quickened when she started for the closet. Emjay stopped her, and ushered her back toward the center of the apartment.
“Ma, I got this. Here, why don’t you, um . . . water the plants.” While her attention was on the ferns that sat on his window sill, Emjay quickly pulled a white polo from the rack.
“You got one plant and that thing looking like it’s on life support. And here you are talking about getting a dog, and you can’t even take care of a plant.” One thing about Leandra, she could easily get preoccupied.
She turned around and looked at Emjay with a peculiar expression. “Are you sure you’re all right?”
“No, I’m hungry, and you keep going on about that plant.”
“Well, okay. We can leave, but I’m going to come back here and gather up all your dirty clothes, and take them back to the house to wash.”
“Fine, whatever, now can we go eat, please, before I keel over from hunger?”
After Leandra’s constant nagging, they finally left. I pushed the door open, anxious to free myself from Emjay’s funky-smelling closet. “That’s it. That’s the first and the last time I hide in a closet for him or anybody,” I said out loud. “What the hell do I look like, some sorority slut? I’m a grown-ass woman. I don’t hide and I don’t sneak.” I finished getting dressed, buttoning my top, and then slipping my size tens in black Anne Klein heels. “I need to have my college-educated head examined for getting involved with not only the son of my best friend, but a damn student at the junior college where I teach.”
I grabbed my iPhone that nearly got me caught, off the bedside table and dropped it in my purse. I watched from one of Emjay’s windows of his apartment at Leandra pull off in her cream Cadillac Escalade before I made the walk of shame down the steps that led outside to the front of Chapel Hill Apartments. I eased into my Buick, checking in the rearview mirror; my perm had been sweated out from the freak nasty fucking he had given me last night. I was still thinking of his head buried between my thick thighs only thirty minutes earlier.