Schooled (6 page)

“Leo! It’s good to see you. You look wonderful. Thanks for coming by.” I opened the door. Who in God’s name was this kid? The Leo Cling that I had in class was a scrawny, pale kid, who wore glasses, and was just all-around clumsy. The Leo Cling on my front porch was nothing of the sort. Urkel! This reminded me of when Steve Urkel went in the transformation chamber and came out as Stephan, the suave, sophisticated, hot Stephan. Did anyone other than me watch
Family Matters
reruns on Nick at Nite? I wondered how it ended. Did Laura end up with Urkel or did she make him transform to Stephan for good? I’d have to look that up. Jeez! I needed to get a life.

Holy crap. Did I just call Leo hot? I did. Man, I needed to get laid. “Walk with me up to the main house. Yeah, I get to say ‘main house’ when talking about my brother’s home.” I joked, knowing it wasn’t all that funny. Being polite, Leo laughed, he had beautifully straight and pearly white teeth. The braces certainly paid off.

I walked Leo around the house and explained what my brother wanted done. Leo said that the job was easy, and he’d take care of it for us. He seemed so mature. I couldn’t believe that this was the same kid. “Leo, what have you been up to since high school graduation? You seem so different.”

Leo blushed, looking once again like the boy I had in class. He cleared his throat and said, “I grew up.” Yes he did. Leo was probably 6 foot 1 and 195 pounds. His blond hair was much longer than it was in high school, but still short enough to look presentable. He flipped it off to the side with a flick of his head as he talked, keeping it out of his eyes. He wasn’t dressed for yard work, but had on kahki shorts, a Nautica polo, and tan boat shoes. He looked great. His skin was tanned from the sun. And his body. ..

“You look great.” I really wanted to ask him if he had started working out, but knew that was a crazy and inappropriate question. But his body! His body was magnificent. His forearms were defined and strong, not bulked up and huge, but defined and perfect. He looked strong, very strong.

“Thanks Miss Garrity. I joined the crew team in college,” he admitted, smiling at me. “I was an alternate, never really competed, but I worked out with the team.” Leo spoke so carefully, speaking as if he was worried that he would say the wrong thing, sound too cocky or offend someone. Continuing, he said, “I really got into it. I loved the early morning workouts, watching the sunrise every morning, being out on the water. It was quiet, but very invigorating.” He smiled and ducked his head, embarrassed for saying what he thought was too much. Now, he was appearing more like the Leo I had in class.

“I am so happy for you. You seem like everything is going so well. You start this week at that new CPA firm in town?” Leo was nodding, humbly, as Char came honking down the driveway. You could take the girl out of the sorority, but you couldn’t take the sorority out of the girl. Everything was a party to her. She jumped out of the car with a quizzical and accusatory look on her face.

“Well, well, well, who do we have here and just WHEN did he get here?” she asked, implying that he must’ve stayed the night. If a man was at Char’s that early in the morning, then he got there late the night before. Char was looking at Leo like a piece of meat; she was ready to pounce. I loved this girl, but sometimes, she was just too much.

“Char!” I gritted through my teeth, “This is Leo, one of my former students who JUST got here; he’s going to do some landscaping for Jasper.” Leo smiled at Char, shaking her hand sheepishly.

Leo and I finalized his schedule and financial estimate. He said that he’d be back later that day to get started. He was on his way to take his mother and grandmother to brunch, a ritual the first Sunday of every month. As he walked away, he turned around and waved, grinning.

“Son of a bitch, where do you teach? I need to get a job there!” Char was staring at Leo; I felt protective of him.

“Eyes off, he’s too young for you; he’s just a kid.” However, I was looking too. What was wrong with me?

“That, my friend, is no kid. Damn, first Briggs, now Leo, when did you turn into such a cougar?” She jabbed, knowing that I despised the word, ‘cougar.’ It was just gross; old women shouldn’t prey like a cat on young men. Cougars. So gross.

“What do you mean ‘first Briggs, now Leo’?” I shrieked, “There’s nothing going on, with either of them.” She was clearly losing her mind. She knew how to get to me.

“Janelle, did you not see how that boy, that man, was staring at you? I felt like I was about to be in a threesome. All that pent up sexual tension.” She was delusional. No doubt about it. I wasn’t about to stand there and argue my point. When she was in this mood, there was no reason to; she was way too stubborn at times.

“Whatever. Let’s go; we’re gonna be late for our appointments.” I wasn’t going to talk anymore about this. I’d wanted to tell her about my texts with Briggs last night, but since this Leo business, I couldn’t give her any more ammunition to shoot at me. She’d be so disappointed that I didn’t invite Briggs over to share my garden tub bubble bath. She would’ve. Maybe I should’ve.

******

At the spa, we both decided to have a 60-minute hot stone massage, an exfoliating facial, a seaweed body wrap, and eyebrow and lip waxings. I hadn’t told her, but I was planning on using Marcus’ credit card for everything. I figured that he’d realize soon enough that he needed to cancel it and get another one. I might as well have fun with it while I could. He and Lauren owed it to me. Man, did they owe me, owed me more than anyone in my life had ever owed me before. Char asked the technicians if there was enough time for us to both get Brazilian waxes.

“There is no way in God’s name I am getting waxed there!” She was crazy. I was not about to spread-eagle and let some stranger pour hot wax all over my…my…
stuff
.

The tech said that there would be plenty of time for Brazilians for both of us. Char took me off to the side of the counter, around the corner of the lobby. “Listen, Nelle, you need to do this. You’ll love it. Plus, it’s time you heightened some of your sexual prowess.” Sexual prowess? What was she talking about it? I had a very active sex drive and told her so.

“Not drive honey, your ‘go get ‘em’. You need to feel a little sexier, so you don’t miss blatant opportunities right in front of you. Opportunities with hot, willing black men. Brazilians make me so horny, I want to jump on the first guy I see after I get ‘em, and I usually do.” I didn’t need to lose all of my hair to feel hot. I felt hot enough, at least horny enough. I supposed I could use a little more help in the vixen department. “Plus, you know that the young girls that Briggs is banging are all getting Brazilians; they all get ‘em now.” She knew that I hated feeling old. She was playing the old card to get me to do what she wanted. I hated that she knew me so well. Too well.

I told her that I’d think about it, which cheered her up. Char loved feeling like she was conspiring to get me to do something that I wouldn’t normally do. She loved bringing out the naughty in me. She usually did too. As she was getting her credit card out to pay her portion of our spa treatments, I stopped her. “Hey Char, today’s pampering is on Marcus.” I wiggled his credit card at her. She immediately changed our 60-minute massages to 90 minutes, and added body salt glow scrubs to our daily packages. Then, Char told the receptionist to also add a bottle of champagne and strawberries to the bill. We laughed as we handed the receptionist Marcus’ American Express card. It was freeing and liberating. Right before the receptionist swiped the card, I agreed to the Brazilian wax. What the hell…

******

“It hurt like hell.” I was yelling at her in the cab on the way home. My stuff was on fire. Very fucking painful.

“Well of course it hurt, you dumbass. They ripped hair from your crotch and asshole. Did you think it was going to feel good?” The cab driver glanced at us in the rearview mirror. I shushed her. She just laughed. She had a point, but I had no idea how bad it would hurt. Like hell. I wasn’t about to tell her that it may have hurt, but she was right, I felt as sexy as shit. It was soft, smooth, cleaned, groomed, so ready, just waiting… Char knew things. She knew things that I should know.

We were both a little tipsy, no not tipsy, crazy drunk. One bottle of champagne, led to two, which led to a couple glasses of wine. All compliments of Marcus. We left Char’s car at the spa and were in a cab on our way back to Jasper’s pool house, my new home. Char asked the cab driver to drop her off at this guy’s house she was currently seeing. She felt that he needed to sample her new sexy self. I couldn’t believe she was seeing someone and hadn’t told me. “I only tell you about them when they’re going beyond the bedroom.” So clearly this guy was a bedroom-only boy. Char and her men, I couldn’t keep them straight, but she sure had fun. More fun than I ever had.

As the cab pulled into the driveway, there was a car in the driveway. I didn’t recognize the car, but I recognized the man on my front porch. Briggs. As I got clumsily out of the car, he walked up to me. He asked if I was okay, and reached for his wallet. I wasn’t about to let him pay for my cab too. I owed him so much already.

“Briggs no, I got this.” I was fumbling through my purse, looking for my wallet. I was still looking when the cab started backing out of the driveway; he’d already paid. “I wanted to pay.” It came out like a school-girl whine. I sighed, and said, “Thanks again. What’re you doing here?”

“I got your text.” Huh? What text? I looked at my phone. There was a text from Black Fantasy:

I’m here. Waiting.
I scrolled back up through the conversation. I’d invited him over. Damn it Char! Thankfully, she did not say anything skanky or promise anything. She just said that I was on my way home and would love to see him. She gave him Jasper’s address. I didn’t know how to tell him that it wasn’t me. If I told him that, then he’d know that my friend knew about him, about what happened. He’d know that I had been talking about him, thinking about him. He knew anyway, supposedly, I’d just invited him over. Char!

He followed me to the front door. I noticed that Leo had come back and started the weeding. Leo was a nice kid. I was glad he was doing our yard. Jasper’s yard. But now, Briggs was here. How was I going to get out of this? He helped me unlock the door. Briggs was always helping me unlock doors. He must think that I am some kind of idiot. I really could open my own doors, but when he was around, I got flustered and unsure of myself. We walked into the pool house. I showed him around. Short tour. “I’d offer you something to eat or drink, but I don’t have anything here yet.” He wasn’t talking. He was just staring at me. Those eyes. “Hey, give me a sec, I’m gonna go change. These clothes are gross from the spa.” I left the room.

I needed to change quickly. I took off my clothes. It was shocking. I didn’t have any hair, anywhere. I touched myself. It was smooth, very soft. I tingled. Great. Not good for the fire I was trying to extinguish. I threw on some jeans, a tight tank top, and brushed out my hair. My skin was flushed and glowing , soft from the treatments. I felt…I felt…good. I looked good. No, not good. I felt and looked sexy. Char was always right.

I walked back into the small living room and Briggs was drinking a beer on the couch. I didn’t have beer. I saw that he had a 12-pack on the coffee table. “Do you always travel with beer?” He smiled, opened another one, and handed it to me. I spun the can around in my hand, taking a quick drink, grateful for something to do.

“Nah, I’d just picked it up when you texted me. I was heading over to my buddy, Vince’s, place,” he said, taking a drink, not taking his eyes away from me. “I detoured and came here. I’m sure it’ll be more fun here than playing Madden at Vince’s.” His gaze was lustful and indicating so much. I sipped the beer, slowly. I hated beer; the taste was bitter. However, it was cold, very cold, and I suddenly felt very hot. When Briggs was around, the temperature in the room seemed to sky-rocket. I couldn’t try and deny this much longer. Briggs stood up and started walking toward me. Oh God. I took a giant drink of my beer and nearly gagged when I gulped it down. He laughed, “Why Miss Garrity, you seem a little nervous.” That cocky son of a bitch…

“Nope, not nervous at all. Why would I be nervous?” My voice betrayed me. It caught in my throat, showing my unease. Briggs knew that I couldn’t resist him. I bet there wasn’t a woman out there who could resist this man.

He stopped right in front of me. He was standing as close to me as he could get without actually touching any part of my body. “Janelle,” he said in his raspy whisper, “I can’t stop thinking about you. You ‘re the sexiest, most sensual woman I’ve ever known. My body and mind won’t rest until I taste and touch every part of you.” He still wasn’t touching me, but he noticed me. He watched as my chest rose and fell, as my breasts heaved, and as my breath caught and released. I didn’t know how to respond, what to do. I licked my lips slowly. That was all the encouragement he needed. He grabbed me and pulled me into him.

He stopped, pausing, looking into my eyes, bending me slightly backward, waiting. I sighed and nodded. I couldn’t resist. How could I? His lips met mine. A moan escaped his mouth, I pushed my tongue further into his mouth, exploring his tongue, teeth, and lips. My tongue pulled his deeper into my mouth. I was sucking his tongue, mimicking what I would do if his penis were in my mouth. He groaned and pushed his pelvis into mine. I could feel his enlarged, hardened cock straining to get out of his pants. He kissed my neck, licking my ear and collar bone. In one swift motion, he removed my tank top. I stood there in just my bra and jeans.

He stood back and just looked at me. Was he admiring me? He took a deep breath and came back to me, his hands on my breasts, covering them with his strong, large hands. He squeezed them, pushed them together, and kissed the tops of them, licking the flesh. He whispered “gorgeous” as he kneaded and rubbed them more. He dipped his tongue further into my bra, just slightly touching my hardened nipple.

He eased me back onto the couch. I watched as he quickly took off his clothes, all of them. He stood in front of me, naked, beautiful, and so large and ready. I had only been with two men, none of them as large, as gorgeous, and as perfect as this man. My breathing increased. I licked my lips again. He unbuttoned my jeans and took off both my underwear and jeans in one movement. He moved up my body, quickly, urgently, and began trying to thrust himself between my legs. He was thrusting his penis, pounding at the opening of my vagina. What the Hell? He lost me. I lost all concentration. What the Hell was he doing? Did he forget I was in this too?