Dilemmas (Part 1) (4 page)

They could still hear the water from the shower as it hit the empty tub, along with the soft sounds of music playing in the background. He picked up the chocolate she had gotten out of the kitchen and began to drizzle it over her body. He took a strawberry and used it as a pen across her body, spreading the chocolate and then opening her legs to place the chocolate-covered strawberry at the entrance of her pussy. He started licking her body and playing with her clit with his tongue.

She wanted him to take her. He was her master at making love and she could not wait for him to make love to her. The anticipation had her at a near-come. He put his lips on her clit and began to tease her with his tongue.

She began to reach for him, but he pushed her hands back. He licked her up her body to her breasts. He licked her gently and softly. She was eager to be penetrated. He started kissing her neck and lips. She could taste the chocolate on his lips and tongue as he kissed her. He slowly licked his way down to the strawberry and started to eat the strawberry while it was lying partly inside her, using his tongue to lick up everything around the strawberry. She began to move her body from the feeling of continuously being teased. “Let me lick you, baby,” she whispered.

In between the teasing licks and sucking, he said, “No, you wanted me to make love to you, so that’s what I’m going to do.” Then he started to lick her pussy vigorously.

He swirled his tongue around her pussy and vibrated his tongue against her clit. She was trying as hard as she could not to come. He could taste when she was ready to come and would ease up each time. He went back up and licked her stomach, then her breasts, and then whispered in her ear, “I’m not ready for you to come yet. When I’m ready, you’ll be on this dick.”

As the track changed to a more seductive song, Bevelyn started to beg. “Give me that dick. Please give it to me.”

Maurice licked one last stroke and then started to put his dick in her. Her body was moving up toward his dick. “No, relax and let me get it,” he said.

She started to hit the bed with her hands because she was yearning for his dick.

Maurice slowly penetrated Bevelyn. His wide and long dick was sliding into her slowly yet forcefully. “Oh shit!” she cried out, and the tears started to flow as she closed her eyes.

His rhythm was slow, smooth, and gentle. She began to move a little faster. “Watch me, baby. Don’t take your eyes off me. I got it,” he said while stroking her over and over again.

Maurice looked at Bevelyn as though she were the only woman in the world as he made love to her. He wiped her tears and could feel her getting wetter on his dick as he constantly stroked her.

“I’m ready to come,” she said while fighting the need to release.

“It’s your night; give it to me,” he said, becoming more aggressive with his strokes.

She only could take a few more of his deep, intimate pumps before she let out, “Oh—yeah—damn!”

He had been holding in his desire to come as well, so he gave her a few more pumps. When he started to come, he slid his hands under her body, grabbed her shoulders, and pushed her body down on his dick as he went deeper insider her. “There it goes…There it goes…Ah!” he said and came inside her.

She laid still, smiling uncontrollably. He started to get up to go to the bathroom. She told him not to go, to just let her lie on him. He laid down, and she placed her head and hand on his chest. He had one hand behind her waist and the other holding her hand on his chest. They fell asleep while listening to the music and the water still running in the background.

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The next morning, Maurice jumped in the shower and got ready for work. Bevelyn again offered to fix him breakfast, and he declined. Although they’d shared a passionate night, it didn’t mean anything to him because he couldn’t shake the feeling that she was up to no good.

Bevelyn was excited about her night and still had butterflies. It had been nearly four years since they had made love. A quickie here and there, with several months between each encounter, was the extent of their sex life. Maurice’s sex appetite had been strong, which complemented hers, but it all came to a halt with no warning. She knew that she had a man with the total package, but after hearing him talk in his sleep, she wanted to feel as though she
still had it
and that he still wanted her. She knew her husband was extremely sexy, with an above-average sex drive, but with his infidelity, it was not at all off for her to feel this way.

Bevelyn took a long bath and reminisced about the night before. While she was in the tub, her mood quickly changed because she remembered she still needed to know if the woman her husband was dreaming about really existed. She tried to remember any after-hour phone calls, late nights without a phone call, or anything else she may have missed. She had no recollection of any such events.

After she finished her bath, Bevelyn grabbed her phone and sat down at her vanity. She applied her makeup, sprayed on some perfume, and then powered her phone on. As she waited for the phone to reboot, she continued to primp herself for the day. Her phone cycled on and displayed multiple text messages and voice mails. She checked her text messages first and saw
a message from Nedia that read, “Where are you? My father was in the hospital for a possible heart attack. I need you here with me.”

Bevelyn started to scream and hit the vanity. She went to stand up, but her legs were weak. She sat on the floor and cried and then quickly got herself together. She called Nedia as she was putting her clothes on. Nedia kept asking Bevelyn why she hadn’t answered at home or on her cell phone. Bevelyn told Nedia that she had turned her phone off for the night and would explain later but was on her way. Bevelyn was relieved to hear Nedia sounding better than she expected but was still anxious to get to the hospital.

Bevelyn got to the hospital and asked for the location of Nedia’s father, Joseph. She was told to go to the third floor of the hospital. She headed up the elevator and was met by Nedia’s mother, Diane, in the hallway. She embraced Diane and told her she was very sorry for not being there sooner. Bevelyn and Diane walked into the room, and Nedia jumped up and hugged Bevelyn. Bevelyn asked the prognosis of Joseph, and Nedia told her that nothing had changed but that the doctors were going to continue to monitor him. Joseph heard Bevelyn and turned over.

Bevelyn walked over to him and grabbed his hand.

“What are you doing here, Cup?” he asked, clearly happy to see her.

“I had to check on you, old man.”

He squeezed her hand tightly with a smile on his face. Bevelyn turned to Nedia and Diane and asked if they needed anything. Nedia asked if Bevelyn was busy the next day, because neither she nor Diane would be able to sit with him. Joseph squeezed her hand tightly when they asked about her staying with him.

“Sure, I can sit here with him,” she said while secretly squeezing his hand back.

Diane suggested that Nedia and Bevelyn go to brunch together. She felt that Nedia needed a break and wanted to spend some time with her husband. They decided to go to a restaurant that wasn’t far away from the hospital. Nedia asked if Bevelyn wanted to visit Maurice. “No, I’ll just see him tonight,” she said with a slight grin. Nedia looked at Bevelyn strangely because she knew that Bevelyn took every opportunity to sneak up on Maurice, regardless of the situation.

They arrived at the restaurant and immediately ordered drinks. Nedia noticed that, although Bevelyn was noticeably disturbed about Joseph’s hospitalization, she had a little glow to her. Nedia asked her who she had been with to have her phone off all night.

“My husband, chick,” Bevelyn said with a friendly attitude.

Nedia nearly choked on her drink. “What do you mean
your husband
? What happened with you two?”

Bevelyn smiled and said that the conversation should not be about her and Maurice but about Joseph and his health. Nedia insisted, anxious to hear details of what had Bevelyn glowing.

“Nedia, we had the most romantic, beautiful, intimate night last night,” Bevelyn said while gazing as though she was reminiscing.

Nedia just sat with a blank stare. Bevelyn grabbed Nedia’s hand and asked her what was wrong.

“I’m just shocked, that’s all.
Maurice
?” she asked.

“Yes, Maurice, girl. Big daddy put it
down
!” Bevelyn said laughing.

Nedia began to cough excessively.

“Don’t worry, Nedia, I love you. We’ll always have each other; he won’t take me away from what you and I have.”

Nedia did not say a word.

The food came, and they began to eat. Nedia began to talk about her father’s health. As she was talking, she began to cry. Bevelyn got up and sat beside her to console her. When Bevelyn tried to kiss Nedia, she pulled back a little before kissing Bevelyn back. Bevelyn felt as though it was an awkward kiss and apologized, telling her it may not have been the best moment to show her that type of affection.

They finished their food and headed back to the hospital. Nedia told Bevelyn she would meet her upstairs but that she had to go to her office to be sure her staff was in place during her absence. Bevelyn told her it was fine and that she would wait for her in Joseph’s room.

Nedia went to the x-ray department to look for Maurice.

“Good Afternoon, Dr. Ell—” The receptionist said attempting to greeted Nedia.

“Is Galvinston here?” she hastily asked.

The receptionist looked at her as if to say what-is-wrong-with-her look.

“Yes, ma’am, he’s in with a patient at the moment.”

“OK, just tell him I came by.”

Confused by Nedia’s unorthodox tone, the receptionist watched as she left.

Bevelyn listened as Joseph and Diane talked about the good old days. Nedia walked in the door, and Diane could see slight anger on her face.

“Are you OK?” Diane asked Nedia.

“Yes, Mama, I’m fine. It’s just a lot to take in.”

“Your father is fine, sweetheart. He just wanted a vacation from me.”

“Amen!” Joseph said while laughing.

Maurice was heading to lunch, but when he passed the receptionist, she told him that Nedia had come to see him. He reached for his cell phone but realized that he had not brought it to work. He headed to her department and asked for her. He was then informed that her father was in the hospital. Maurice headed up the elevator to find Joseph’s room. When he reached his room, Diane stood up to give him a hug.

Bevelyn walked over to Maurice and gave him a kiss. As he kissed Bevelyn, he had his eyes on Nedia, and hers were on him. Nedia then rose to give him a pat on the back, barely managing to say, “Thank you for coming.”

Maurice walked over to Joseph and asked him how he was feeling. “I feel like a million bucks,” Joseph said.

Everyone giggled. Maurice let Joseph know he was just checking on him and that he had to go. Bevelyn let him know that she was heading home in thirty minutes. He did not reply to Bevelyn and started to head out the door.

“No kiss, babe?” she asked.

Maurice hesitated, wondering why she was trying to front. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he replied and leaned in to kiss her, still with his eyes on Nedia. Everyone said good-bye, and he walked out the door.

Maurice wanted to go home to get his cell phone but was afraid he would not get back to work in time. He was thinking of any excuse he could to leave work that day. He went to the break room to get a soda but could not drink it.

A colleague who had been flirting hard with Maurice walked into the break room with her lunch. She looked at him and smiled, but he barely
smiled back. After his reaction toward her, she felt awkward trying to flirt with him. He always flirted with her at work—nothing out of the ordinary, just harmless flirting.

She sat down at the table where he was.

“Are you OK?” she asked

“Yes, I’m fine,” he said, looking at her with a full smile.

Once she saw his smile, she knew that all was OK.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Reisen, but you can call me Sheila,” she said, blushing uncontrollably.

She started flirting with him and making small talk to keep his attention. She constantly inched her chair closer to him.

“You know, all I want is for you to let me suck that dick,” she boldly stated, placing her hand on his leg.

He looked at her in shock. He saw this quiet woman giving him only a flirtatious smile every day, but never did he think she had sucking his dick on her mind.

“I don’t know if I could handle that,” he said, still taken back by her comment.

“Let’s see if you can,” she said as she moved her hand up his leg. She then leaned closer to him and said, “I can suck a mean dick, Galvinston. I promise not to stop until you’re done.”

His dick started to rise in his pants. She reached her hand up to his dick. She snatched her hand back and then moved it back up his pants to his dick. He gave her a look as if to say, “It’s all me.”

“Damn, I may have to exercise my jaws for that dick,” she said.

They both laughed. He got up, straightening out his pants from the bulge, and started to walk to the door. She shrugged her shoulders as if she were disappointed and started to eat. He walked back to her and leaned over her shoulder and said, “I’m always full. I’ll let you know when you can have a taste.”