SHARIECE
It had been two weeks since the incident at Leandra’s—the last time I laid eyes on Emjay. He called me five, six times a day, texting me, leaving apologies on my voicemail. No lie; I missed him, especially when I would wake up from one of my sex dreams of him giving me one of his state-of-the-art, heart-pounding, toe-curling fuck sessions. I get wet every time I think back to that day in my office when he had his head buried between my thighs, fingering and tongue-fucking my honey spot. Fortunately, Leandra and Taj’s relationship was getting stronger with each day they spent together. She was quick to fill me in on how good the sex was. “Girl, that man had me seeing stars after he fucked me.”
We did lunch at Crispers last week where I asked her if she had heard from, or seen Emjay.
“No, not since he showed his ass in front of me and Taj at dinner. I’ve gone by his apartment a few times, but he’s never home, or maybe he is, and just won’t answer the door. Emjay needs to get over it. I’m too old for children’s games, Sha. I love him, but I don’t want to have to choose between my son and my man. It’s like I say: when love comes knocking, you either answer the door, or sit on your ass. I have to do Leandra Fox, and if that makes me a selfish bitch, then I’ll take it.” Leandra knew Taj all of two weeks, and now she was talking about love? Seriously?
The day I saw Emjay, I was catching up on some much needed house cleaning that I couldn’t find time to do due to my busy school week. I was doing a thorough cleaning of my closet, throwing some things in a pile for Goodwill, when I heard a boisterous knock on my door. My bedroom was a mess. The bed and floor was strewn with clothes, shoes and belts. I trudged past the mounds of discarded shirts, dresses, jeans, shorts and shoes, to go see who the hell was banging on my door like they were crazy. I peeked through the key hole and sure enough: Emjay.
“Shariece, please, can we talk?”
I started not to let him in, but figured he had seen my car out front and wasn’t going to leave until he had his say.
“What do you want?”
“I’ve been texting and calling you. Didn’t you get my voicemails?”
“Yes. I stopped hearing what you had to say after the eleventh message. Do I need to remind you that I was in a relationship with a man that started out exactly like this mess you’re doing now?”
“That’s pretty low to go comparing me to that psycho.”
“I thought the same thing about Myrick until he broke into my house threatening to kill me.”
I honestly had not moved past what Myrick had done to me. I thought after seeing him being taken away where he couldn’t hurt me or anyone else, the nightmare was over, yet at times I wake up in a cold sweat after the bad dreams I’ve had of that night.
“Can we talk inside? I don’t want your nosey neighbors to call the cops on me.”
I looked at Emjay with hesitation, and then let him in. He looked good in a white Aeropostale T-shirt that was tight around his biceps. His ass was snug in a pair of light-blue jeans.
“So talk.”
“I want to say that you were right. I was an asshole and a hypocrite, but I don’t want my stupidity to be the end of us. I’m not trying to mess up what we have.”
I was weakening to Emjay’s pleas and heartfelt apologies. “Yeah, you were an asshole, but I’m not the only one you need to apologize to.”
“I know; I’m going to call Mama to say I’m sorry.”
“No, you need to go see Leandra. She says she hasn’t heard or seen you since that night at the dinner. You need to talk to her face to face.”
“Look, I’ve been thinking . . .”
“About what?”
“How do you feel about me telling her about us?” My heart froze when Emjay said he wanted to be forthcoming about our relationship. “It’s not fair to you; it’s not fair to us that we have to keep our relationship hidden from Ma like it’s some dirty secret.”
“Emjay, I don’t know. I don’t think she’s ready for that.”
He wrapped me into his strong arms, looked into my eyes and said, “She has no choice but to be ready, and besides, I love you.”
Did he just say what I thought he said?
“Say again?”
“You heard me. I’m in love with you. Hell, I’ve been in love with you since I was fifteen.”
“And you never said anything.”
“I was a kid. You wouldn’t have taken me seriously.”
Emjay had a point. I probably wouldn’t have.
“You would have thought it was some cute crush or something.”
“You’re serious, aren’t you?” I asked.
“What, about loving you? Hell yeah.”
I threw my arms around his neck, pulling him to me until we came together in a deep, passionate kiss that seemed long overdue. I could feel his erection nudging my thigh. “I’ve missed you. You’re all I’ve thought about.” I took Emjay by the hand and led him into the bedroom where we started making out. He kissed along my neck and my cleavage, slipping the muscle T-shirt off, causing my breasts to pop free from the snug, ribbed cotton. He knew all the right buttons to push, traipsing his fingers along my perky nipples. Damn, he felt good. Emjay practically smeared me on the bed strewn with clothes and belts that I pushed from under me to the floor as he peeled off my low-waist jeans like they were a second skin. My white, cherry-printed panties were next to go. My pussy was soaking wet. I reached up and undid his jeans as he slid off his shirt. I noticed the tent his dick made behind the light-blue faded denim. I was anxious to release that baby’s arm from its prison. I unzipped him, pulled at the elastic band of his drawers, reached in and pulled Emjay’s dick free. The shaft was smooth; the head full and plump with a teardrop piss-slit that glistened with precum that I licked clear. That dick was hungry for some attention. I threw my lips around the tip of Emjay’s piece.
Sucking dick, I have to admit, has always been my favorite thing to do sexually. Dontavious Marks was my first at fifteen, who I used to blow under the baseball bleachers after school. He had a big dick for someone who was fifteen.
I kept at him until that fat appendage filled my mouth. I slipped until his pubes grazed against my nose. “You keep that shit up and I’m gonna blow.” After a few strokes, I stopped. I wanted Emjay inside me. I lay back, legs agape, pussy clad and dripping. I was down for whatever. Emjay folded into me, our skin tender. Our eyes met like star-crossed lovers as he maneuvered his dick inside me. I sighed when I felt him spreading me. I roped my legs tight around him as he began to thrust, pinching my nipples between thumb and index finger. “Fuuuck!”