Dilemmas (Part 1) (12 page)

Maurice was contemplating what excuse he could have in order to keep Bevelyn from the funeral. He decided that he would stay home sick. He had to make it sick enough so that Bevelyn
had
to take care of him. He decided to call one of his female friends, who was a pharmacist.

“Hello, sexy,” he said when she answered the phone.

“Well, hello Maurice. It’s been a long time,” she said.

“Yes it has. Is that cat being beat up right?”

“It could use some more. Are you offering?” she said, laughing.

“Hell yeah. Is tonight, your place, around seven, good for you?” “Yes I’ll see you there.”

Diane, Nedia and relatives were preparing the program for the funeral.

“Is Tobias able to make it to the funeral? I know he’s out of town for a few days.” Diane said.

“Oh, yes, he’ll be there, front and center,” she answered.

“Is Bevelyn coming to help?” Diane asked.

“No, I have that handled,” she said.

Diane looked at her with a deep stare. “Handled? What do you mean by handled, Nedia? What are you up to?” she asked.

“Nothing!” she said with obvious irritation.

“Nedia, you have to watch yourself. Your old ways can easily show themselves, and then its game over—”

“I know,
Mother
,” she said sarcastically.

Diane stared at her while fumbling around with pictures of Joseph.

Bevelyn was at home picking out clothes to wear to the funeral. As she was in the closet, she could hear her phone ringing. She stepped out of the closet and saw a strange number on the caller ID. She picked up the phone and could here loud screech.

“Is the line clear?” she asked.

“Yes,” a man on the phone said.

“Joseph is dead. The funeral is Thursday at one. Everything will continue as planned”

“Are you sure, you do not need to mess up anything, you have been doing fine for the last ten years?” he asked.

“Yes, I will make sure Maurice is not at the funeral. I’m going to go alone. Everything is under control.”

“OK,” the voice said before hanging up.

She checked the caller ID to clear it, but the number was no longer on her ID log.

Maurice called Bevelyn to tell her he would be in later.

“Maurice, why are you coughing? Are you OK?” she asked.

“Yes, I think I may be coming down with something.”

Bevelyn felt it was perfect for him to be getting sick so that he could not accompany her to the funeral. “Well, don’t be out too late. It could make it worse,” she said, smiling.

“I won’t. I’m sure it’s nothing,” he replied.

Maurice arrived at his friend’s house. When he knocked, her roommate opened the door. “Well, damn, aren’t you sexy?” she said as she looked up at him.

He smiled at her flirtatiously, glancing at her breasts. She had on a thigh-length shirt that showed much of her breasts—and no pants.

“I guess you’re here to see Jasmine, huh?” she asked.

“Yes, I am,” he said as she led him inside.

Jasmine walked in wearing booty shorts and a T-shirt that could barely hold her double Ds. She walked over to Maurice and gave him a hug.

“Damn, Maurice, you get finer every time I see you,” she said.

“Shit, your thick ass continues to get sexy. Why in the hell are you single?” he asked.

She laughed his question off.

“I’m Denise,” her roommate said.

“Nice to meet you, Denise. I’m Maurice,” he said.

“Naw, fine as hell is who you are,” she mumbled as she headed to her room.

“Jasmine, that pussy is fat. That print is nice,” he said as he started to run his fingers up and down the imprint of her pussy through her shorts.

“I know that dick needs some pussy, because it’s hard already,” she said as he started to open his pants.

“You still like to be blindfolded?” he asked

“You know it,” she said as she reached down and pulled a pink blindfold from behind her couch pillow and then turned on some music to keep Denise from hearing anything.

Maurice took his pants off and dropped them on the floor. He placed the blindfold on her and bent her over the arm of the couch. Jasmine opened her legs and arched her pussy up. He knelt down and started to eat her. She began to moan from his tongue licking her pussy lips. He stood up to stick his dick in, and Denise was standing at the back of the couch.

She placed her finger over her mouth and motioned for him to eat Jasmine again. He knelt back down to start licking her, and Denise started crawling over to him. He was spreading Jasmine’s pussy wide to stick his tongue as far inside as he could. Denise started to suck his dick. He let out an, “Ah!”

“Is it good?” Jasmine asked, thinking he was moaning from eating her pussy.

“Hell yeah!” he said as Denise bobbed up and down on his dick. He wanted to make her suck his dick until he came but knew Jasmine would be puzzled if he didn’t fuck her directly after eating her.

He used one hand to push Denise away and stood up to put his dick inside Jasmine. He ran his dick up her pussy and then back down. Denise pushed him back and licked Jasmine’s pussy with three strokes. Maurice rubbed her pussy as he gave Denise a long kiss. He whispered in her ear, “Leave me your number,” and started to slide his dick inside Jasmine.

“Damn!” she said.

Denise grabbed his pants and dropped them back down on the floor near him. She bent down to expose her pussy as she placed her number in the pocket of his pants. He was still fucking Jasmine and slid his fingers inside Denise. He started to finger Denise and play around with her pussy as he was fucking Jasmine. Jasmine started to come, and Denise stood up. She walked over to Maurice. “Are you ready to come?” she whispered.

“I can,” he said as Jasmine reached her climax.

“Eat her and let me suck it out,” she said to him.

“Keep your blindfold on while I eat you again,” he told Jasmine.

He pulled his dick out and started eating her, and Denise started to suck his dick. He started to come and she pushed his dick deep in her mouth. He started to moan loudly and Jasmine demanded to taste his come. Denise had swallowed much of his nut, but he walked around and let her lick the little bit left to come out. Denise walked down the hallway as though she was never in the living room.

“Damn, Maurice, you been fucking a lot. You didn’t even have any come for me,” she said.

“Sorry about that,” he said, laughing.

After Jasmine washed up, Maurice went into the bathroom. Denise came from her bedroom entrance to the bathroom. She turned on the sink so that she could talk without Jasmine hearing her.

“You want to fuck on a regular?” she asked him.

“The way you give head, hell yeah,” he said.

“Good, just call me,” she said.

“Let me get a little taste,” he said as she was walking back out the door.

“OK, but quick so she won’t get suspicious,” she said.

She propped her leg on the toilet, and he bent down and started to lick her pussy. She pushed his head back.

“Stop!” she said.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing is wrong, it feels too damn good. Damn! I’m not going to want to stop,” she said.

“OK,” he said. “Next time.”

Maurice went back into the living room, where Jasmine was waiting. “Jasmine, I need you to do a favor for me,” he said.

“Name it,” she replied.

“Take this, and buy some vitamins or something that looks like regular pills,” he said as he handed her a hundred dollars. “I need you to print me a label for some type of antibiotic and an information sheet. Bevelyn is going to come to the pharmacy to pick up the medicine.”

“Oh, OK, no problem,” she said without asking anything.

He thanked her, got up and gave her a kiss on the cheek, and left.

The next morning, Maurice did not get out of bed for work. Bevelyn had the kids off to school and thought it was odd that Maurice had not gotten out of bed to say good-bye to them. She decided to check on him. She entered the room, and he had just taken a thermometer of his mouth and had a towel on his forehead.

“What’s wrong, Maurice?” she asked.

“I’m feeling awful. I’m going to the doctor to see what’s wrong.” Maurice slowly got out of bed, got dressed, and headed out the door.

Maurice’s mind was on getting more head from Denise. He enjoyed how good she sucked his dick and wanted to meet up with her before going back home. He wanted to use that as enough time to be at a doctor’s appointment. He called Nedia before calling Denise.

“Hey baby,” he said.

“Hey! How are you?” Nedia asked.

“Oh, I’m fine. A heads up, I’m going to be sick today and tomorrow,” he said.

“Gotcha! I’ll give her a call like I saw you sick here today,” she said.

“OK. Is Tobias going?” Maurice asked.

“Yes, he will be there, but you know I love you,” she said.

“I know that, and I know I don’t like him too.”

Nedia laughed. “Look babe, I’m going to go.”

“Nedia, I want to be there with you so bad. You just said that you can’t have me when you need me, and now I can’t be there for you because of Bevelyn.”

“This is a totally different situation, Maurice. She can’t, under any circumstances, be there,” she said.

“OK, well, you know I want to be there. I love you,” he said as he hung up the phone.

Bevelyn used the time Maurice was away to look through his things. She picked up his pants he’d had on the previous night and could not find a scent on them. She found a piece of paper that looked as though it had been ripped as it came out of his pocket. Her phone rang, and it was Delven. “Man, his weak ass better go somewhere,” she thought as she let the call go to voice mail. “Damn it!” she said to herself. “I have to find something on him before the will reading, or I’m toast.”

Maurice made contact with Denise, and she was game to give him another blow job. He met her at a railroad crossing away from anyone. He was eagerly anticipating how she kept her mouth wet as she sucked and played with his dick like a toy. She had a way with a dick that very few others had.

He walked up to her car and stuck his hand through the top of her shirt to feel her breast. She started to unzip his pants and pulled his dick out. “Let me get out,” she said.

She got out of the car, and he walked behind her with his dick still out of his pants. She squatted with her back against the passenger door of her car and pulled his dick to her mouth. She started to suck his dick and then stopped. “I want you to fuck my face, literally,” she said.

He was amazed how she was able to handle his dick and started to pound her face. He kept his eyes closed and his head back. He could hear her head hitting the door as he pounded her face. She kept his dick wet, and his dick slid in and out of her mouth smoothly.

He started to come and pushed his body deep into her face. She started to gag, so he pulled back. She grabbed him and pushed him back
in deep, and he exploded in her throat. He let out a loud yell of relief and contentment. She continued to softly lick his dick as the remainder of his come slowly oozed out of the top. She put his dick back in his pants, stood up, and told him to call her when he needed another round.

Maurice headed back home, visibly drained from his blow job. He walked in the door, and Bevelyn asked about the doctor’s visit.

“I have some type of virus,” he said, heading straight to the bedroom.

She followed him and asked if he needed anything.

“Yes, I didn’t want to wait for my prescription. Can you please pick it up?” he asked.

“Sure.”

She was heading to the closet to get her shoes when he told her he was advised to stay in the bed for forty-eight hours.

“Well, the funeral is tomorrow. That shouldn’t be long,” she said.

“Bev, we can’t go. I can’t go out anywhere. I’m very weak,” he said.

Her eyes began to fill with tears. “OK, Maurice, O-fucking-K!” she said as she stormed out the door.

After Maurice heard her drive off, he grabbed his phone and texted Jasmine that Bevelyn was on her way and jumped in the shower.

Bevelyn was crying as she headed to the pharmacy. When she arrived, she straightening herself up enough to get the prescription. She walked up to the counter and was greeted by a polite pharmacist named Jasmine.