Sexaholics (23 page)

Brandi

H
e moaned and groaned.

She didn’t.

It was nearly two in the morning after a quiet Saturday night on a random
street in West Hollywood. It was the front seat of his car.

“Oral sex is my thing. I love giving head,” Brandi told the man,
while she sat upon him in the driver seat. She faced him braless, with her
blouse unbuttoned, chest skin to chest skin, and pressed her breasts to him. She
felt the quickened beat of his heart having a panicky fit inside of his chest.
His dick was deep inside of a condom deep inside of her throbbing pussy. He had
a hold on her supple ass as he bounced her up and down from his base to his tip.
His dick stood at full attention all through her. It was like his dick had a
heartbeat of its own.

“Then shit. Do your thing. For real,” he told her. His breath
smelled of rum.

Her breath smelled of tequila. “Lean back,” she instructed while
climbing off of him, scooting to her right to sit her bare butt into the
passenger seat. He removed his condom while she leaned over to his lap as he
reclined and she put his wideness into her mouth, spitting on his dick and
massaging her spit with her lips. The blade of her tongue slid up and down and
she used her hands to fit him in her mouth, coming back up while keeping her
hands in sync with her mouth tricks. She gained a rhythm by sucking on his head
and matching the cadence with her hands on his shaft toward the base of his
penis.

Brandi quickly brought him to the cusp of his climax, being that the ambiance
and anonymity factors were exquisite for freakiness.

He clenched his fist with manly strength. His sperm began to travel up
through his bulging dick, and she could feel its path pulsate with her right
hand. He took off like a rocket and reached his arm around the back of the
leather seat to choke the headrest while he let it rip. She swallowed all of him
as though she knew him.

She licked his dick skin and leaned up, scooting all the way over into the
passenger seat.

He took long blinks while his mind came out of the orgasm fog and carefully
brought his seat back upright, giving fast breaths. “Damn, you suck dick
like you made that shit up.”

“This I know,” she said, slipping on her red hot pants. She then
readjusted her ruby-red curly wig and checked to make sure her fake eyelashes
were still glued on. They were.

“I’m not mad at you. I can tell you do love it. Hell, I love it,
too.” He reached over in front of her and opened his glove compartment,
pulling out his wallet and reaching in to grab five twenties.

Inside, just before he closed it, Brandi noticed a small leather holder and a
police officer badge, but said nothing.

He held out the cash. “Here’s a hundred.”

She shook her head while buttoning her blouse. “No. It’s
cool.”

“No, it’s not.”

She bent down to slip on her red platforms. “I’m not a
hooker.”

“I know that. I want you to have it.” He held the money closer to
her, still sitting with his pants to his knees.

Brandi grabbed on to the passenger doorknob. “I met you at the bar. We
got together. It’s that simple. I never do anything I don’t want to
do. You got yours. I got mine. I’m good.” She opened the door,
grabbed her tiny purse from the floorboard, and stepped out. “Good
night.”

“What’s your name?” he yelled quickly.

She replied by shutting the door and walking away.

And in one quick minute, he simply pulled off.

Another night of Brandi chasing lust.

She just couldn’t stop.

Not for the life of her.

Miki

M
iki stood over the double stainless
steel sink in her rectangular kitchen after a few days of T.J. being home. She
washed the few ebony dishes by hand from the evening’s dinner, when her
home phone rang.

T.J. was in the great room on the laptop, logged on to
Nickjr.com
.
It
was
his
favorite thing to do, and the main thing that could occupy his time and keep him
quiet.

Miki took the kitchen towel and wiped her hands, and grabbed the cordless
from the kitchen counter. She saw the caller ID and pressed talk just before the
fifth ring. “Hey Mom. Haven’t talked to you in a while.”

“You haven’t called. How are you?” Her mother’s voice
was soft yet slightly curt.

“Good and you?” Miki began to dry and put away the dishes.

“I’m okay. Didn’t think you were going to answer. But yeah,
I’m just a little tired. You know this menopause thing Oprah told all of
us women to embrace is no joke. It’s a nightmare. I take more naps than
your little niece, L’Oreal.” Her own chuckle was weak.

“I’ll bet.”

“Speaking of your niece—have you talked to Adore
lately?”

“No, Mom.”

“And why not?”

“I’ve been busy.” Miki rubbed her chin along her
shoulder.

“Miki, I just don’t understand. You two never would’ve gone
a day without talking to each other. She said it’s been a month
now.”

“Something like that.”

“Then why not give your sister a call? You know she’s going
through a separation from Tommy. She’s ready to file for divorce, but
he’s begged her not to. He wants to work things out. Working out
forgiveness when it comes to infidelity is a given, if you ask me. I think
it’s negotiable. Anyone who’s been married for a long time knows
that. They haven’t even been married that long.”

“I know.” Miki put the pot of leftover Tuna Helper in the
refrigerator. “That’s why you and Dad are still together.”

“Adore needs to keep her family together. Little L’Oreal deserves
it. The grass is not always greener on the other side.”

“Tommy did creep on her, and you know how she feels about
that.”

“Creeping, or whatever it’s called, temptation is real. Sometimes
it’s not worth walking away from a marriage because of infidelity.
That’s the problem today. People don’t live up to their wedding
vows.”

“I wouldn’t know, being that I’ve never been married. But
think about it. For all you know, maybe Adore can’t forgive him. Some
things are more complicated than what we see from the outside. It just depends
on the situation. That’s her life.”

“Well, we’re not on the outside. We’re family. And like I
said, that little baby deserves to have her parents together. And when are you
going to go by and see your brand-new niece anyway? You still haven’t even
met her?”

“No, Mom. How is she?” Miki’s face shifted to a frown.

“You need to find that out for yourself.”

She fought the urge to react. “I will. Soon enough. I’m working
on it.”

“How hard can it be?”

“It’ll happen.” Miki’s cell rang from inside her
purse on the counter and she immediately said, “Listen, tell Dad I said
hey. That’s my other line. I’ll call you back tomorrow.” She
folded the kitchen towel through the chrome ring.

“All this call-waiting nonsense is just rude if you ask me.”

“Mom, it’s not call waiting. It’s my cell phone.”

“Whatever it is. Cell phone. Call waiting. Anyway, give little T.J. a
kiss from his grandma. Tell him I love him.”

Miki’s short sentences were rushed. “I will. Gotta go.
Bye.” She hung up and hurried to her purse, took her cell, and said,
“Hello.”

“Hey there,” he said.

“What?” Her eyes hit the ceiling.

“When can I see you?” he asked with a deep voice.

Her shoulders shrugged. “You can’t. Bye.”

Her thumb hovered over the end icon when she heard, “Meet me at The W
in an hour.”

“Tommy. I can’t.”

“You can’t?” His voice got deeper.

“No. Not in an hour.” She fought herself. “Give me
two.” She was surprised by her own words.

“See you there.”

Miki yelled to T.J. as she hung up, “Your grandma called. She said to
tell you hi and that she loves you.”

He spoke quickly, trying to talk loud. “Okay. Love her, too.”

“Your dad will be here in half an hour. Go into your room and make sure
you’ve got everything ready for the week.”

“Oh, Mom. Can I stay until tomorrow? Please?” His voice carried
even louder.

“No.” She turned off the kitchen light and headed into the den,
talking along the way. “I’ve gotta go into work tonight and get some
things done. Now come on. Get going. Get off that computer, now.” She
shooed him with a rushed hand movement.

T.J. reluctantly scooted off of the desk chair. “Aww, Mom. You and me
never have any fun.”

Her voice was firm. “Yeah, well. Life is rough.”

Miki glanced at Anthony and turned away immediately. “You’re
late.”

“I know. Where’s T.J.?” Anthony walked up the driveway to
the single-car garage, which was open.

“He fell asleep waiting on you.” Miki was in the garage, sifting
through the back seat of her Montero.

“I’m only late by twenty minutes.”

“Look, I have somewhere I need to be.”

“Where’re you going?”

“None of your business.”

He ignored her attitude, instead noticing her long legs. “You’re
looking mighty nice. I remember when you’d dress up for me like that. Must
be a date.”

“None-yum.” She looked at him like he was excused, then walked
back to the trunk and opened the hatch, reaching inside.

He stared at her hips from behind. “Hold up. I thought you had a man.
Could it possibly be a new man? You foolin around on him already with a new
dude, or are you dressing up for him? Cause usually after a few months you stop
trying to look like that. Whitcha fine ass.”

She spoke with her ass aimed his way. “Excuse you, Anthony. No, I only
fooled around on you because you’re a worthless ass. Besides, stop trying
to figure me out. You don’t know a damn thing about me.”

“Oh, but I do.”

“Well, maybe you’re right. Knowing you, you ask that poor kid a
million questions.”

“Please. I would not use him like that.” He watched her pull out
an empty box and an old newspaper, and step to the trashcan to throw them away.
“To be honest, as long as it doesn’t affect him in a negative way,
it’s all good to me.”

“And vice versa. By the way, I just know your little jealous-ass woman
didn’t call me the other day threatening me, did she?”

“My woman? Why would Kiki do that?”

“Cause Kiki’s ass is crazy. Unplugging the phone when we talk,
and shit like that. That bitch is insecure and deranged.”

“Well she’s not anymore.”

“Oh, so she’s not busting the windows out your car anymore,
huh?”

“No.”

“Glad you worked that out. But don’t put anything past her. I
sure don’t.”

“Hold up. So someone called you and got on your ass, huh? Some woman
whose man you’re fucking with?”

She sucked her tongue, pressed her lips together and turned. “Whatever,
Anthony. T.J. is on the sofa in the den knocked out. Go ahead and get him and
leave. I’ve gotta get going as soon as I’m done.”

“Okay. Calm down.” He walked toward the door that led from the
garage to the kitchen, and flicked off the garage light.

“Hold up. What are you doing?”

“Nothing.”

She reached inside the trunk again and bent over, trying to gather up old
stray crayons T.J. had strewn in her car over time.

He walked toward her as she leaned inside.

“Anthony, I can’t see. Turn the light on. Quit
playing.”

He stepped up behind her and placed his hand on her back.

She scooted back out and stood up. “I said quit playing. Not
tonight.”

“Why not? You know it won’t take long,” he said, as though
bragging.

“Just go and get T.J. before he comes out here.”

“You said he’s sleeping. I just wanna talk to you.”

“Anthony, stop now. Come on.”

“No, you come on. You know how I feel every time I see you. You know
what you do to me. Looking all good in that sexy black dress, showing all those
curves I miss so much. Just let me taste you. Bend over and let me lick it right
quick. Come on.”

“Anthony.”

“Here. Right here. Climb inside. On your knees. I’ve got
this.”

“Anthony. Please.”

“Please nothing. Come on.”

She sighed, then slowly climbed inside on her knees, keeping an eye on the
door that led to the kitchen.

“Good girl.” Anthony reached under her dress and found her to be
pantiless. “That’s my girl.” He bent down to kiss the back of
her thighs and up to her ass from behind, separated her cheeks with his hands
and found her honey-laced pussy, then parted her lips. He stuck his extra-long tongue inside and gave long licks, then pointed
his tongue as far
inside as he could.

“Anthony. Wait.”

He didn’t. He scooped her meat with his bottom lip to meet her clit and
rolled his tongue, found more pussy with his upper lip, then closed down on all
that he could get in his mouth, and sucked her.