Another Man Will (6 page)

Rell moved close to me, and his hands wandered down to my leg. I didn't have the strength to stop him. His fingers felt good rubbing the outside of my neglected body. Mmm. I could feel my heart rate changing when he started blowing and kissing in my ear. I even shivered a little when he unhooked my bra, unleashing my heavy breasts.

I hadn't even realized that my hands had started traveling down his body. My right hand caressed his pants back and forth as a lump became firm against his jeans.

“Why don't you take it out,” he murmured in a seductive tone that I couldn't resist.

I didn't need a lot of encouragement. The next thing I knew, I was unzipping his pants and investigating his package with an eager hand. I gasped. His dick was long. Women loved to say that they wanted something big and to announce what they would do with it when they got it, but most were afraid. Something made me feel bold. I didn't have the excuse of being drunk, so all I could say was that I had been in a sex drought for so long that I needed a man! I wanted to feel good. My entire body was shaking with anticipation.

“Do you have a condom?” I whispered, my words coming out unsteady.

“Yeah. In my wallet.” He stood, took a condom out of this wallet, and then rolled it over his oversize length, and still managed to keep his lips on mine, kissing me passionately.

We didn't even make it out of my living room, and I didn't care. He held my waist as he hoisted me right on top of his thick erection. My insides were already juicy when he steered his head toward my delicate insides one inch at a time. I spread my legs open and pulled him in deeper. He slid in a few more inches of his luscious manhood, and my hips started moving in a demanding way that let him know I could handle some more. He wasn't completely in, but that didn't stop him from thrusting forward. His belt made jingling sounds every time his body slapped against mine. I felt like I was going to fall off the sofa.

“You feel like a virgin, baby girl. Damn, this pussy is good!” he shouted as his body rammed deep into mine. He kept his fast pace for another fifteen minutes and his body trembled to an orgasm.

After we finished, I showed him to the bathroom. I was wearing a little smile of satisfaction as I cleaned up our mess, picking up clothes and the condom wrapper. When he came out of the bathroom, he kissed me and picked me up and took me up to my bedroom.

Rell made love to me again—slowly this time. Afterward, I lay in his arms, feeling so peaceful and satisfied. I looked over to my left, at the clock, and realized that it had been hours since I had been reintroduced to Terell Glover. To be honest, I didn't know what to think. I wondered how long this feeling of sexual euphoria would last. I knew I would have to pick up my three-piece soon, and my dream would be over. But at the moment, I was enjoying the warmth and security of his strong arms and didn't want to let go.

C
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6

Yvette

“W
hat took you so long?” Stacey yelled as I placed my luggage in the trunk of her silver Chevy Malibu. I had two bags filled to capacity with all the shoes, makeup, dresses, and accessory options I might need for the weekend. “All of that for three days? Really, Vette?” Stacey asked.

“Yes, I want to look nice for all three days.”

“Always the diva,” Geneva chimed in.

“Be quiet. You begged me to come. Now that I'm here, be happy and stop complaining.”

“No one is complaining, Your Highness. We bow down to the queen, Yvette.” Geneva laughed as she bowed graciously from the front seat.

Geneva was my girl, and Stacey was her friend. We were all friends, but I was way tighter with Geneva. I had known them both since elementary school. We were the pretty girls that everyone wanted to befriend. Geneva married her college sweetheart, Eric, and had two young children and was lucky enough to be a stay-at-home mom. Out of all the couples I knew, I thought her marriage was almost too perfect. She and Eric still went out on weekly dates and liked each other.

Stacey worked for the state and was married, too, but not happily. She didn't have any children and stayed with her husband because he paid the bills. Stacey was cool; she just was cheap, and not a sensible kind of cheap. She would go across town to save a nickel on dish detergent. I didn't have time for that. I felt like you should live life to have fun and not cut corners.

Now that we were on our way, I was excited and couldn't wait to get to Toronto and enjoy a fun-filled weekend with my friends.

“So, Ms. Trinidad, tell us what we should expect,” I said to Geneva.

“Yeah, you got me going and I don't even know what it is like. Are we too old? Are we going to feel out of place?” Stacey asked.

“No, not at all. It is all ages. The entire weekend is going to be one big Caribbean party,” Geneva said. “As a matter of fact, we need to start this divorce party, aka single lady weekend.” She handed me a big red gift bag from the front seat.

“What's this for?” I began digging in the bag and pulled out a big chocolate-colored dildo, Bath & Body Works lotions and sprays, condoms, and cherry-flavored massage oil.

“That's your single lady gift pack,” Geneva explained.

“This is not a single lady pack. This is a freak pack. I will take the Bath & Body Works, but I don't need the dildo. I still have Hector. Thank you very much. I was actually supposed to get with him this weekend.”

“Oh, yes, sexy-ass Hector. That's a fine young boy,” Stacey added.

“Oh, my God, you sound like an old, desperate cougar and a pervert, Stacey.” I burst into laughter just as my phone began ringing, and it was none other than Hector. “Hey, baby,” I said, shushing them.

“What's up, Ma? What time am I going to see you?”

“Change of plans. I'm out of town. I will call you when I get back.”

“Out of town? When are you coming back?” he asked, disappointed.

“In a few days.”

“A few days? I really have to wait to see you? This right here is the shit that I don't like with you, Yvette. You always get me all hyped, then cancel on me.”

“Look, I'm not home. Sorry. There is nothing I can do about it. Listen, I'm in the car with my friends. I'll call you later.”

“Whatever, man.” He could be mad all he wanted to. I didn't care. I could deal with him and everyone when I returned.

“What now, Stacey?” I said.

“Oh, nothing. I just love it. Love them and leave them. Take the dick and run. How many women have men waiting for them as soon as they get a divorce?” Stacey said.

“Be quiet. He's not waiting for me. He still has his girlfriend, and I'm not interested in being with him full-time, anyway. He's a kid, only twenty-four years old.”

“I wish I had me a twenty-four-year-old,” Stacey replied.

“Girl, me too. Yvette, you got to teach us what to do,” Geneva said.

“Okay, turn this car around. I got to get out. You both sound like the oldest thirty-two-year-old grandmoms I've ever met.” My phone began ringing again. I looked down, irritated, to see if it was Hector again. I was going to cuss him out.

I didn't bother looking over at Stacey before she said, “See what I mean? He's calling back again. Damn, you have him whipped!”

It was not him. It was my job. “Hey Frank.”

“Hey, Yvette I know you are off, but I have a quick question for you. Do you know when Edwin Mitchell is supposed to return off of disability?”

“No, I was waiting for another letter to come in from his doctor.”

“Okay, well he called me a few times today, asking did we receive anything. I think he is bullshitting us anyway. He doesn't need four months off for something falling on his toe. Do me a favor, when you return to the office send me all his info, because if he don't get back on the job by next week he is fired.”

“All right Frank. I'll take care of it as soon as I get there.”

I hung up the call and I did really seem like the popular girl because Frank was calling again, but this time I wasn't going to answer. I wasn't on the clock nor was I accepting any calls the rest of the weekend. It was time to party.

 

 

Stacey pulled into a gas station and made it known that she needed toll and gas money from us. I was going to give her money as soon as we got to an ATM, and I didn't need a reminder, but her petty ass kept hinting around, which aggravated the hell out of me. As soon as we got a few feet away from her car, I began to question Geneva about her friend's ways.

“I don't know why she felt the need to ask us like we were children,” I said. “What grown person gets in another grown person's car and does not pay their own way?”

“Shh, be quiet. She might hear us,” said Geneva.

“I don't care. I can't take her penny-pinching this weekend. I'm serious.”

“Let's just give her money and be done with it,” Geneva replied.

We paid for the gas and grabbed gum, Nerds, chips, and a few waters.

“Stacey, we put eighty in the tank. That should be enough, right?” I asked. “And here's another seventy-five dollars. That should cover anything else.” I saw her look down and count it. I looked over at Geneva. She just shook her head, and I rolled my eyes.

It took only eight hours for us to go over the Canadian border. We flashed our passports at the border patrol, and they welcomed us into their country. Our first stop was to Niagara Falls. We stopped quickly and took pictures in front of the gushing water. It was a beautiful sight, but we were more interested in getting to the party.

 

 

Toronto looked like any other big city. There was a melting pot of people of every race and nationality walking down the street, like in New York City. The only difference was it was really clean.

We were staying at a Sheraton Hotel near all the events. We entered our spacious room with two double beds, unpacked, showered, and changed our clothes. They both checked in by cell phone with their husbands. That was one part of being married I wouldn't miss. I could do without the constant “Hurry home,” “What's for dinner?” and “Where are you?” No more cell phone checking in for me. I happily turned my phone off. I was a free woman and loving it.

It was time to see the city and we were all dressed and ready to go.

The city streets were full of Caribbean people adorned in their islands' colors. Jamaicans waved yellow, black, and green flags, and people from Trinidad and Tobago waved their country's red and black flag. I saw so many colors and flags, that it was almost dizzying. We were lucky our hotel was just a few blocks from all the excitement: we could drink as much as we liked and were close enough to be able to stumble back to our hotel. And the events we couldn't walk to, we would just catch cabs, because none of us were interested in receiving an international DUI.

We made it to one of the clubs called Coast Line and were ready to start our partying. After we showed the bouncer our IDs, he opened the door to a club playing fast calypso music. It was humid and warm, and there were wall-to-wall sweaty bodies shaking to the fast beat. We walked over to the bar and tried to order drinks, but there was a crowd of people ahead of us in the libation line. It didn't matter. I walked to the other side and managed to get the bartender's attention. I asked her for six apple martinis.

“Vette, why are you ordering so many drinks?” Stacey asked.

“So we won't have to get back in line.”

“Girl, you always thinking. How much we owe you?”

“Nothing. This round is on me,” I said as I passed them their light green drinks.

Stacey raised both her glasses and said, “Shout-out to my girl Yvette and her divorce.”

“Yes, shout-out to Vette's divorce. It is not the end, but a new beginning for you. You will get another husband, but you can't get another you,” Geneva said and cheered.

“Exactly, shout-out to the men that don't know what they got until they are replaced. Let's drink.”

We all finished our first glasses of apple martini and were well into our second when Stacey pulled out her camera, and began taking pictures of us. We were being silly posing like models and making faces. She extended her arm to try to get all three of us in the frame. After my two drinks I was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol. My body felt like it had to keep up with the tempo and began moving to the rhythm. I felt so liberated. I was in another country and didn't care about anyone, and I could do whatever I wanted, like dance by myself seductively in the middle of the floor.

It didn't take long before a man with excessive cleavage and a gold rope chain around his neck started dancing with me. I didn't care what country I was in; gold rope chains and man cleavage weren't in style. I danced with the gold-rope-chain-wearing man, but after three songs I told him, “Thanks,” and walked away. However, Fourteen Karat Gold wasn't done with me. For the rest of the night he kept following me around the club. When I looked up, there he was. I didn't want to be rude, but he needed to go somewhere. I dodged him in the bathroom and told Stacey to tell him she was my man, and he finally left me alone.

Once Fourteen Karat Gold left me alone, we were free to dance with these Toronto natives. They were all tall and cute, with long dreads. They were in their early twenties, smelled and looked good and were “dutty wining” us in every direction in the club. Geneva was keeping a safe distance away from her dance partner, while Stacey's guy had her pressed up against the wall. My guy had two-tone black- and brownish-gold-tipped dreads that were held back with a rubber band, and muscles popping out of his shirt. He kept biting his lip and flashing his abs at me. I grabbed them a few times, but I had seen tighter abs on Hector.

“What's your name, love?” he asked.

“My name is Toya,” I lied as I smiled up at him.

“Beautiful name for beautiful girl.”

I thanked him and didn't stop him as he spun me around and slow-ground on my ass. I kept backing away from him, but he still kept bringing me toward him. I was dropping and getting low all over my dance partner. I felt like a dance hall queen. My right hand was behind my head as I worked my hips on my dance partner, hypnotizing him with my movements. So much so that he was ready to make love in the club and I had to let him know it wasn't happening.

By the end of the night my dance partner, Henry, and I had really gotten to know each other. He gave me his number, and we hugged up like we were a couple in love when Stacey took a picture of us.

“Have a good night, ladies. Be safe. Toya, call me please tonight. We will meet up tomorrow.”

“I will. I promise.”

“You mean it?”

“Yes,” I said as he finally released his grip on me. I caught up with my girls.

“He was cute, Vette, and all over you, too,” said Stacey.

“I don't care. I'm not coming back here. I gave him the wrong number.”

“Vette? You had two boyfriends tonight. Get it girl,” Geneva noted.

“And I didn't want either one of them.”

“Well, I like the guy I was dancing with, Xavier. I'm going to call him. He can get it before the weekend out.”

The next morning it didn't matter that we hadn't had any rest. We were already at the main event, the Caribana parade. The parade was island themed, loud, festive, and fun. There were people everywhere still representing their island pride, singing and dancing with the paraders on the floats and along the route. The music and atmosphere were electrifying. Even the police officers, who were supposed to be controlling the unruly people, were joining in the party. A lot of the women were wearing creative, colorful, decorated bikinis and feather headpieces, with peacock back pieces like the ones Vegas showgirls wore. And it didn't matter how big or small you were. Women with and without fat rolls were having a good time dancing. It was one big party in the street that lasted for hours.