Dilemmas (Part 1) (16 page)

“Where are the papers?” she asked the housekeeper.

“I did not open it ma’am. I laid it there to clean the table.”

Bevelyn began to brainstorm and felt she must have got rid of the paper but couldn’t remember because of the commotion. She placed the book in her purse and walked out the door.

Sheila and Bevelyn arrived at the diner. They sat at the counter to have their lunch. As Bevelyn sat on the stool, her skirt inched up, exposing a small tattoo on her right thigh. Sheila noticed the tattoo and was staring at it, trying to figure out what the tattoo was a symbol of. Bevelyn noticed her looking at her tattoo. Sheila sensed that Bevelyn noticed her looking at her thigh.

“Did you just get that? It looks new,” Sheila said.

“Yes, it is very new. Maurice hasn’t even seen it yet. You’re the first.”

Bevelyn wanted to see if Sheila would be sexually interested in her, so she spread her legs apart just enough to show her bald pussy while pretending to explain her tattoo. Sheila’s eyes were trying to look deeper at her
barely exposed pussy. When Bevelyn looked up, she noticed the waitress staring between her legs. “I’ll bring your check,” the waitress said.

As they were leaving, Bevelyn spotted Diane sitting with a nice-looking gentleman.

“Hello Bevelyn,” said Diane.

“Hello Diane.”

“I would like you to meet Curtis,” she said.

“Hello Curtis, this is Sheila.”

“Oh, OK, well it’s good to see you Bevelyn,” Diane said.

Bevelyn and Sheila started to walk away when Diane called out to Bevelyn. “Bevelyn! Be sure you leave the cupcakes in your kitchen this time.”

Bevelyn just looked at her and walked away.

Aiden was excited about seeing Maurice. She smiled, reminiscing about how excited Maurice was to see her. She put her lipstick on with a little gloss over it to make her lips shine. As she sprayed on her perfume, her doorbell rang. She rushed to the door and opened it, and Tobias was standing at her doorstep with roses.

“How did you know I was back, Tobias?” she asked.

“I had been coming daily, buying roses every other day to make sure they were fresh for you,” he said.

She looked at Tobias, and at that moment realized she wasn’t as interested in him as she thought.

“Tobias, I’m headed out right now. I’ll have to meet up with you later, OK?”

“So, I guess you’re going to meet up with Maurice?”

“Yes, he and I have to talk, Tobias,” she said.

He became angry with her. “Why are you lowering yourself to this man? I don’t trust him; he’s no good for you. Why can’t you see that?”

“YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW HIM!” she shouted. “Why is it that you dislike him so much? What has he done to you?” she asked.

Tobias stood looking at her. “He’s playing with you, and you’re too beautiful a woman to be played with,” he said.

“You don’t even know me, Tobias.” She took the flowers from him and placed them on her counter.

“May I use your bathroom?”

“Yeah,” she said.

Tobias went into her bathroom and pulled a tracking device from his wallet. He flushed the toilet and turned the water on to muffle the movement in her bathroom. As he rambled, he noticed that she had not been taking any of her birth control pills.

Tobias walked back into the living room and saw her standing by the front door with her purse on her arm.

“You are ready to go, aren’t you?”

“Yes, we can meet up later,” she said.

Tobias walked up to her and grabbed her by the back of her hair. He started to force a kiss on her. She began to push him away.

“Stop it, Tobias! You’re scaring me!” she said.

“Scare you? I’m not trying to scare you, I just want to show you what a real
single
man can do for you,” he said.

He started to try and force himself on her again. “Tobias stop!” she said as she slapped him. Her purse fell. She and Tobias began to pick up her belongings to place them back in her purse.

“You need to leave,” Aiden said.

He slipped the transmitter in the side pocket of her purse.

“OK, I’ll go,” he said.

She closed the door behind him and went into her bathroom. She searched the trash can, under the sink, the toilet, tub, and window seals. “
What in the hell is he up to
?” she thought to herself. Her cell phone rang.

“Hey baby, I’m on my way,” Maurice said.

She immediately dismissed what had happened and became anxious to meet with Maurice. “OK, I’m leaving now,” she said.

She grabbed her purse, but her strap was broken. She pulled her belongings out of her purse, threw it in the trash, and grabbed another.

Tobias was on his cell phone and watching in the distance as Aiden left. “She just left, heading east,” he said.

In his car, he had surveillance photos of her on the chair, on his dashboard, and one on his lap. He was rubbing his dick while looking at the photos of her. “She has not left the house.” A voice said on the phone.

“Yes, I just watched her get into her car and leave,” Tobias said.

“The transmitter is still at the house,” the voice said.

Tobias got angry and hung up the phone. He picked up a picture of her. “Where are you going, beautiful? I will find him,” he said as he continued to jack his dick. He rubbed the shaft firmly up and down until he came, shooting come over the car. He used some wipes he had in his car to wipe the come off his steering wheel and one of the photos.

Bevelyn and Sheila arrived at a jazz club. The club lights were soft, with a single battery-operated tea light in the center of each table. The tablecloths were long and black. Les was sitting at one of the tables in a corner, away from everyone else, sipping a drink. He saw Bevelyn walk in and stood up to get her attention to come to the table. He pulled a chair out on his right for Bevelyn and one on the left for Sheila.

Les brought drinks for them, and they enjoyed the jazz and talked to one another. Les began to rub Bevelyn’s legs as he talked to her. She started to get slightly wet as he rubbed her thigh closer and closer to her pussy. He leaned over to whisper in her ear, “Do you want me to go higher?”

As he leaned toward Bevelyn, Sheila reached her hand into his lap to touch his dick. He turned and looked at Sheila. She took her tongue and ran it up her straw and started licking the top of the straw to imply she was giving head. Bevelyn smiled at Sheila and then turned Les’s head back around and told him to go as high as he wanted to.

He slowly reached her pussy and started to slide his fingers between her lips. “Damn, you are wet as hell,” he said, feeling how wet she was before he had even entered her lips. He started to kiss her exposed shoulder. She looked at Sheila and noticed her eyes were down, as if she were looking under the table. She realized that Sheila was jacking Les’s dick. Bevelyn whispered in Les’s ear, “Is she jacking your dick?”

“Yes, and it feels good too,” he said.

“See if she will suck your dick at the table. Let’s see how freaky she is.”

Les continued to play in Bevelyn pussy and leaned over to Sheila. “You like that dick?” he asked.

“Yes, I love dick,” she said.

“Do you like pussy too?” he asked, taking his fingers out of Bevelyn’s pussy and putting them in Sheila’s face.

She grabbed his hand and licked the top of his fingers.

“Pussy tastes good too,” she said.

“That’s good to hear. I would love to watch you eat some pussy sometime,” he told her. “In the meantime, you want to taste some dick?”

“Sure,” she said smiling.

“Good. Now I don’t like to be left hanging. I know you’re a swallower—you look like one,” he said.

He pushed a fork on the floor, and she knelt down to pick it up, lifting the tablecloth to climb under the table. Bevelyn started jacking his dick and could feel Sheila’s lips as they started to open on his dick. Les placed his fingers back in Bevelyn’s pussy and enjoyed being jacked by Bevelyn and sucked by Sheila. Les started to come, and Sheila couldn’t get her head down far enough to catch it all, so she moved Bevelyn’s hand to the back of her head. Bevelyn pushed Sheila’s head down as he emptied his nut in her mouth. Sheila sat back up in her chair and started to sip on her drink. She looked at Bevelyn and winked.

Maurice had prepared dinner for Aiden. They sat across from each other at the table, sipping wine. The only sounds were soft jazz playing in the background and the clanging of forks against the plates. Maurice put his fork down and walked over to Aiden. He held his hand out and asked her for a dance. She smiled and placed her hand in his.

They danced closely, embracing one another as the music played. “Maurice, this is what I want. Nights like this with you,” she said.

Maurice leaned in and kissed her. She pulled back from him and told him that it was the right time to tell him what she needed to. She led him to the couch and sat down.

“Aiden, nothing you tell me will make me not want to be with you,” he said, looking into her eyes.

“Well, Maurice, I really hope you mean that,” she said.

“Tell me.”

Aiden took a deep breath and grabbed Maurice’s hand.

“Maurice, I had been sleeping with Bevelyn.”

Maurice pulled his hand back from her.

“What?” he asked.

“Let me explain. It started years ago, on a night that should not have ever happened, but it did continue until a few months ago,” she said.

“You and Bevelyn?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said softly.

He grabbed her by her hand and kissed it.

“It’s OK. You’ve accepted me with all my flaws and women; I cannot be upset with you at all. I’m shocked, but not upset,” he said.

She looked at him and started to cry.

“There’s no reason to cry. It is what it is. To tell you the truth, I had a feeling about you two anyway,” he said.

“Really?” she asked.

“Hell yeah, I did. It’s over now, right?” he asked.

“Oh yeah, it’s over now, but Maurice, there is something else I need to tell you. I do not know when I will be able to tell you. It’s about my past.”

He immediately put his finger over her mouth. “Shhhh, don’t say another word,” he said. He laid her on the couch and whispered in her ear, “The less I know, the better.”