Gettin' Buck Wild: Sex Chronicles II (15 page)

His immediate reaction was shock. He looked like a deer caught in headlights. Then he let out the loudest wail I’d ever heard. I mean, it was a sight to see and hear. He fell down to the ground, grasping onto his balls, and his eyes rolled up into the back of his head.

I could only laugh. I picked up my panties off the ground and then kicked him in the dick. “That’ll teach you to call women bitches!”

I located my car, jumped in, and headed home. I took the wig and glasses off and hid them under my seat, their usual spot. When I arrived, Steve was watching the late-night news and reading the
Evening Post.

“Where you been, honey?”

“I was just out with Keisha. We went to happy hour.”

He glanced at his watch. It was after midnight. “Must’ve been a long happy hour.”

“Well, we got to talking, and before we knew it, time had slipped away. You know how that goes.”

“Absolutely.”

I went over to the recliner where he was seated and kissed him on the forehead. “I’m going to grab a shower. It’s been a long day.”

“Nice dress. You didn’t wear that to work today, did you?”

I hesitated. I had forgotten to change back into my suit. “No, I actually bought this after work. They were having a sale, and I thought it was cute. Do you like it?”

He slapped me on the ass. “I love it.”

I winked at him. “And I love you.”

After my shower, I couldn’t wait to call Keisha and tell her what had happened. She laughed so hard that I thought she would choke.

Chad called Steve the next morning, crying on the phone like a bitch. I listened in on the extension, and it was hilarious. I know I was wrong for what I did, but hey, when you get buck wild, anything is likely to happen. So men, you better come prepared or don’t come at all, because buck-wild honies like the kid take no prisoners.

Wendy and I had been together for seven years. That’s a long-ass time. I loved her; I really did. But there was something missing. I needed
the dick
. Now I know it seems like I was a bit confused, and that is a serious understatement. For more than a decade, I had lived the life of a lesbian. There had been half a dozen women in my life before I met Wendy. When I spotted her in one of the clubs I frequented, it was lust at first sight. We barely made it back to my place that night before we were all over each other.

The sex between Wendy and I was slamming. I couldn’t ask for a woman to give me anything more. She was passionate, attentive, and could go at it for hours. But there were times when I found myself masturbating and thinking about the men from long ago who had worked some magic of their own in the bedroom with me.

The one I fantasized about the most was Henry. I called him “Oh Henry” because that was what I used to always yell out in bed when he hit the spot and made me cream all over myself, him, and the sheets. Henry was a great lover, but he left a lot to be desired in other departments. Namely, Henry was flat-out dumb. I mean, the Negro could barely add two plus two. It wasn’t that I needed a man who was highly intelligent, but it was hard not being able to discuss normal day-to-day situations with a man. Sex is only one part of a great relationship, and I needed something to stimulate my mind when the fucking was done.

While Henry had to get “canceled” from my life, sometimes when Wendy was eating my pussy, there he would be like a ghost from the past. Wendy was livid one night when I called out Henry’s name in the heat of the moment. She wasted no time laying into me.

“What the fuck did you just say?” she asked vehemently.

“Huh?” was my typical reply when I didn’t want to answer someone.

“You heard me, Meridith! Don’t play dumb! You just called out some mutha fucka’s name in our bed!”

“Damn, my bad.” I sat up and tried to console her by rubbing her shoulders.

She pushed my hand off. “Don’t even! I can’t believe your ass!”

That was the end of the conversation and the sex. Wendy got up and stormed out the bedroom, opting to camp out on the sofa for the rest of the night. I lay in the bed and wondered what the hell I was doing. I was a lesbian, pure and simple, right? Not! The bottom line was that after all those years, I was feenin’ for some dick.

I know some people will find that hard to believe. That all of a sudden I would go from being a pussy connoisseur to a rehabilitated dick fiend. I found it hard to believe myself, but before I knew it, I was trolling the streets for a man who I felt should be the one to reacclimatize me to the world of heterosexual sex.

I was sitting in a diner, seeking shelter from a torrential rain, when I spotted him getting out of a tattered Ford across the busy street. He was of medium height, with a goatee and eyes that seemed to light up the dreary sky. He struggled to get an umbrella open—a lost cause, because he was soaked from the second he got out of the car.

I saw his mouth forming curse words as he slammed the car door and made a mad dash for the entryway of a small apartment building. I forked some of my meatloaf into my mouth and waited, contemplating my next move or if there was even to be one.

“Wendy’s going to kill me,” I whispered aloud to myself.

More and more people piled into the diner looking for refuge, and I knew it was just a matter of time before someone would be stressing me about giving up the table for four I was occupying alone.

My waitress came over and asked, “Would you like anything else?”

“No, I’m cool. I’ll just take the check.”

She cleared my plate from the table and pulled my tab out of her apron pocket.

I took a twenty from my purse and dropped it on the table.

The waitress picked it up and said, “Be right back.”

“That’s okay. Keep the change.”

I vacated the table and made my way through the crowded entrance to the door. I had a pocket-size umbrella in my purse and opened it before I went outside. The rain was still coming down hard, but the sun had started to break through the clouds. I debated about waiting it out in the alcove or trying to make it to my car without getting drenched.

That’s when I saw a light go on in an apartment across the street. I glanced up to the third-floor window and saw him—the brother who had run inside. He sat down by the bay window and looked outside. Yes, he was definitely fine. His skin looked like cinnamon, and I wondered if it were just as sweet. He had dimples, a feature I couldn’t recall seeing on someone since high school.

We looked about the same age. I had just turned thirty-six, and I think that was a part of my problem with homosexuality. My biological clock was ticking, and while I had lost total interest in sexing men down for more than a decade, I did love the thought of having a child one day. The mere thought that my body was capable of such a feat was intriguing.

So there I was, staring at him staring out the window. Suddenly his eyes lowered and latched onto mine. He grinned, and I stood there nervous as all hell. Somehow I managed to slightly wave at him. He waved back.

So now what, Meridith? I thought to myself. What I was contemplating was crazy. I didn’t know that man from Adam, but he was sitting there looking all good, and I started fantasizing about what would happen if I dared to actually go up there and knock on his door. That was risky at best. He could have been married, shacking up, or hell, even gay. After all, I was supposed to be gay my damn self. But I wanted some dick, and I wanted it bad.

We stared at each other for a good five minutes before he motioned for me to come up. He stood up and started rubbing his crotch. Hmm, he was a straight-up freak. I guess he figured that he might as well try it and see what happened. That clarified one thing for me; he damn sure wasn’t strictly dickly.

An elderly man came out of the diner and practically knocked me down. He apologized, but his accidental shove left me in the street getting wet. I thought about Wendy again for a second; all the things she had given me, and all the things that she never could. I thought about what the repercussions for my actions would be. Maybe I’ll tell Wendy, and maybe I won’t, I thought. That would depend on how good a time I had after making the choice to climb those steps across the street. There was only one way to find out.

A few minutes later I was standing outside his door. He opened it before I could even knock.

“I’m Gillian!” he announced with much pride while extending his hand.

“Meridith,” I responded, proffering my own. “I know you must think this is crazy. My coming up here to your place out of the blue.”

He moved aside so I could come in. “No, not at all. I’m glad you did. There’s nothing like being at home bored when the world is full of such excitement.”

“True.” I giggled as I went inside. His place was modest and turned out to be an efficiency. He had a plaid living room set and a simple dinette group. The hightlight of the place was his bed; it was king-size, with a black laquer headboard, and he had mirrors strategically placed on the ceiling. “Nice place.”

“So, Meridith, would you like something to drink?” He went over to the small fridge and took out a beer. “I have beer, wine coolers, and apple juice.”

“Actually, I’ll take a wine cooler, if that’s cool.”

“It’s all good.”

He handed me the bottle and then sat down on the bed. He obviously wasn’t going to try to play games by sitting on the sofa. He wanted to fuck, and he wanted me to know it.

I downed the entire wine cooler in three swigs.

Gillian laughed. “Damn, baby, you might be able to drink me under the table.”

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “I seriously doubt that. I’m not a heavy drinker. I’m just trying to loosen up a little.”

He patted the bed. “Come sit beside me and I’ll loosen you up a hell of a lot.”

I laughed nervously. “Sounds interesting.”

“Look, Meridith. We both know why you came up here. At least, I think we do.”

“Yeah, I guess we do.”

He came over to retrieve me from the center of the floor and led me to his bed. He pushed my coat off my shoulders and feasted his eyes on the tight red blouse I had on with a black miniskirt. “Meridith, you are some kind of fine.”

“Thank you for the compliment.” He attempted to kiss me on the lips, but I resisted. “Umm, Gillian, there’s something I need to explain to you first.”

He started caressing my left nipple. “Baby, there’s nothing you need to explain to me. Just take off your clothes and show big daddy what you’re working with. I’m going to make you feel so good.”

I didn’t push his hand off my breast because it felt great and I could feel myself getting aroused. My panties were getting damp, and that is when I knew that I really did want to experience a man again.

“What I’m trying to say is that I haven’t been with a man in a long time.”

“So, that’s cool. I run into sisters like you all the time that take on that celibacy thing for a minute. Going without sex is all right for a little bit because it only makes you appreciate it more when you get it.”

“That hasn’t exactly been my case. I never stopped having sex. I just stopped having sex with men.”

“Ahh,” he whispered, getting my drift. “You’ve been sexing down the sisters?”

“Just one in particular, but yes, I haven’t been with a man for more than ten years. I’m a lesbian.”

He smirked at me. “Well, if you’re a lesbian, why’d you come up here? You knew the deal.”

“I, um, don’t know why I came up here,” I lied.

He got up from the bed, strutted across the room, and opened the door. “In that case, maybe you should just get out. I’m not going to beat around the bush. I’m way too old for bullshit. When I saw you standing down there looking all sexy and staring up at me, I thought you were down for fucking, but obviously you’re just fucking confused.”

“You don’t have to get nasty,” I said as I got up. “You don’t understand what I’m trying to say.”

“Then just say it or bounce.”

I was beginning to have regrets about coming on to this man. I mean, who did this fool think he was? He was fine and all, but he wasn’t exactly living in a mansion and cruising around in a sports car. Not that I’m materialistic, but the brother had a lot of nerve trying to dismiss me like that.

I lashed out at him. “Listen, Gillian, you’re not all that, but the fact of the matter is that I did come up here to fuck you. I wanted you to be my first piece of dick after a long-ass drought, but I can see now that you’re not worthy of this pussy.”

“Worthy of your pussy?” He smacked his lips and rolled his eyes. “Meridith, I don’t even know you, but you need to get some help. Unless your pussy is lined with gold, it’s just like every other pussy on the planet. Shit, pussy is pussy!”

I don’t know what it was about his last statement, but it made me want to prove a point. I grabbed him by the shirt collar, pushed him clear across the room and onto the bed. “What if I said my pussy is lined with gold?” I asked, biting his bottom lip and climbing on top of him. “What if I demanded that you taste it and find out?”

He gripped my waist and pulled my pussy up onto his dick, rubbing himself against me through our clothing. “Then I guess I’d just have to taste it and find out.”

We started rolling around on the bed like children wrestling in a sandbox. I don’t even remember the clothes coming off, but every stitch of them did and we ended up in the sixty-nine position going for the glory. Gillian could eat a mean pussy, and it was wild experiencing his strength as he grabbed onto my ass, insisting that I hold it just at the right angle for him to get his eat on.

I tried to swallow his dick whole. It had been
too
long since I’d sucked a dick, and I’d forgotten how much I really adored sucking them. I held his dick by the base and waxed it, only taking it out long enough to swallow my saliva and catch my breath. Gillian latched onto my clit with his teeth and pulled it down gently. I exploded with my first orgasm and felt it trickling down the inside of my thighs. He lapped it all up with his tongue and then went back to his entrée.

As slamming as the oral sex was, I couldn’t wait to have him inside me any longer. I stood up by the window, placed my palms on the glass, and demanded, “Give it to me!”

Gillian got up from the bed and stood behind me. “Umm, I’m going to give it to you, Meridith!” He lowered himself just enough to place the head of his dick on my pussy and tried to put it all in with one push, but it wasn’t going down like that. “Damn, you’re so tight, baby.”

“I told you it’s been a while since I swung this way.” I reached my right hand down between my legs and tried to assist him in his effort. “My pussy’s precious. Treat it as such.”

He ran his tongue over my ear and sucked on my neck while he eased it in gently. Once he got it in, he moaned. “Shit, you’re like a virgin.”

The rain had eased up into a drizzle as we stood in the window fucking each other’s brains out. There was no longer a need for words. We just relished the experience. Gillian placed kisses all up and down my back as he fucked me slowly for a moment and then started pumping hard. He would switch from fast to slow, and it was off the hizzy.