Surprise (11 page)

 

After James' & Kayla's return, T-Bird decided to throw a big barbeque to celebrate James' basketball victory. Of course Kayla & I came through together looking fine as hell and the eyes at the party were all on us, especially T-Bird's. I caught him staring me up & down before directing his attention to Kayla's long legs & tight mini skirt as she fell into his arms, kissing the same lips that kissed both of mine. If only she knew where them lips really been. I watched their form of affection jealously before James distracted me with his touch around my waist.

“Damn baby, look at you looking all good & shit. Come with me real quick. I gotta tell you something,” he whispered in my ear seductively while taking my hand and leading the way inside the house. We walked down to his room as he closed & locked the door behind him with the taste of sex on his tongue. I fell to the bed on the same sheets T-Bird & I sweated on as James' eyes stalked my body like a predator. I watched him strip down to his birthday suit with his eyes locked on mine, then he commenced to stripping me down to his level.

Just when he was about to take a tongue dive between my temptresses, an abrupt knock at the door startled our nerves and fucked up the groove. “Ay James, your agent is on the phone. He says it's important that he talks to you.” That sexy familiar voice echoed from the hall while James rushed back into his clothes. I slipped back into my panties and tucked my tits back into my bra before James stormed out the room to receive his important call. The man with that sexy voice beyond that door revealed his sexy face, as his eyes pierced mine while his lips called my name.

T-Bird's look confirmed that he wanted me and the fire burning within me needed to be extinguished with quickness. T-Bird looked down the hall then fingered for me to follow him to the bathroom. I watched him walk into the dark bathroom unbuckling his belt and pulling out his hard dick while I hung back for a second trying to be inconspicuous. I darted my head up & down the hall quickly, then rushed over to the bathroom with T-Bird closing & locking the door behind me.

T-Bird's lips ravished mine while his hands played under my skirt. As he wrestled with my panties my hand massaged his massive stick softly. T-Bird scooped me up by my ass, placing my cheeks against the cold porcelain sink while sliding his body between my thighs with his dick lined up & in position. T-Bird slid inside of me with ease as my body released a pleasurable exhale while he dug his fingers into my hips, holding me tightly.

Each stroke was exotic and his means turned me out as he grabbed my chin towards him while our tongues entangled in lust. I wanted T-Bird inside me forever but with Kayla & James in the vicinity, we knew we had to make it quick. “Fuck me!” I whispered, while dancing my tongue around his earlobe. My sexual taunts excited T-Bird and he gripped my ass up in his hands, making it bounce on his dick while his strokes began to speed up. While he fucked me with force and helped himself to a few slaps at my ass, he even began to whisper little nasty gestures in my ear. Damn, I loved hearing T-Bird talk dirty to me, and the more he taunted the more my pussy pulsated and swallowed him up.

“T-Bird, where are you baby?” Kayla's voice filled the hallway as T-Bird kept his motion steady while stabbing at my g-spot. I couldn't control my moans. T-Bird covered up my mouth with his hand and whispered, “Shut up girl and take this dick, I'm a make you cum all over this dick. You want T to make you cum?” T-Bird's words floated through my ear making me wetter than ever. I was so excited, and knowing that Kayla was outside the door made me even more excited, on top of T-Bird's stroke and dirty talk.

I knew I had T-Bird sowed up because when Kayla's knuckles went rapping across the bathroom door, T-Bird kept on fucking me as if the knock was just our imagination. “T, are you in there?” Kayla questioned while jiggling the doorknob, trying to come in. After a few jiggles & failed knocks Kayla finally gave up, creating a silence that caused our erotic dialogue to increase in sound.

“Fuck that door girl, just worry bout fucking this dick. Throw that pussy on T-Bird,” He taunted as he flicked on the light, watching our reflection through the mirror. “Damn Kelly, your ass is so sexy!” T-Bird moaned as he stared at my sex faces through the mirror. “Kelly, oooh Kelly, Kelly!” T-Bird moaned, glaring at me sexually through the mirror while I stared back at him.

He continued to rock my body 'til we both came, and T-Bird remained hard & inside as his body shivered from the orgasmic aftershock. T-Bird fell back. As I pulled my panties up from around my ankles, he leaned up against the wall looking at me like his mind was blown. “Damn girl, you got a nigga tired as hell,” T-Bird exasperated while wiping the sweat from his forehead. I flashed him a smile as I fixed my clothes and licked my lips, tempted to take his dick in my mouth and devour his succulent meat.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

The knocks at the door shook our nerves.

“Shhh,” T-Bird mouthed as I stepped towards the shower while he unlocked the door and slowly opened it. “Man, what the fuck you doing in there nigga, shittin?” James inquired in a joking manner while T-Bird pushed out the door, closing it behind him with the lights out. I hung back for a minute before stepping out and heading towards the front of the house to have a smoke, feeling good as shit with my pussy soggy as hell. I leaned up against James' car enjoying puff after puff when the front door of the house opened with Kayla mobbing down the stairs, fuming from the ears.

“You bitch, you fucked my man you muthafuckin hoodrat. Im'a beat your ass!” Kayla's venom spilled as she came approaching the driveway in my direction. I flicked my cigarette and guarded my grill as her fists flew towards my head. All the niggas and miscellaneous bitches from the party were flying out the door to see what was poppin, with James maneuvering through the traffic to see what was going on. See, the whole time we thought we had her fooled, the joke turned right back around, slapping a bitch in the face, when she started stating detail after detail of what she heard on the other side of that door.

“Yeah bitch, you think your ass is slick huh. You think I didn't hear you & T-Bird in the bathroom fucking?” Kayla exposed as T-Bird came jumping in the middle, pulling her off of me. “I heard every fucking thing, I even heard your ass in there smacking her ass and talking all nasty, telling her to fuck your dick, you fucking bastard. How could you do this shit to me T-Bird? I thought you loved me. And Kelly, I thought you was my girl, but you're fucking my man behind my back, you bitch,” Kayla vented as she tried connecting her fists with my face.

T-Bird picked her up, carrying her towards the backyard, while James stood among the nosy lingerers staring at me and looking pissed. All I could do was just stand there looking stupid as the snickers, stares & secrets flooded my embarrassment. I hopped in my car and took off without an explanation. I mean, what was there to say? Kayla made sure to lay it all out there in front of everyone, so there it was & there it is. Kayla'd hid off in the spare room next to the bathroom when T-Bird came out and she stayed around long enough to see me sneaking out two seconds behind him.

So it was my bad that our friendship was now tarnished and the man who adored me once upon a time, done signed me up along with his brother on his shit list. You see where temptation can lead you, down a path from friendship to enemies, from love to hate. My selfishness to fulfilling my sexual appetite for a piece of forbidden fruit destroyed my friendship and wreaked havoc between brothers. I allowed myself to become involved in a relationship with somebody that I didn't really want, all so I could be around the person I truly desired and that was his brother and my former best friend's man.

I took advantage of every opportunity that I could to be around T-Bird, knowing that what I felt & what I was thinking was totally out of pocket. I was even in the wrong for enticing T-Bird the way I did with my little outfits and my oozing sexuality. A man is going to be a man, and after having a curvaceous, half-dressed vixen flaunting around in his face daily, it was just a matter of time before the dog took the bone. Now that the damage was done and the dirty, stinky cat was out of the bag, a huge part of me still yearned for T-Bird and I knew that he still wanted me.

So as I lay here against the cold sheets, while the rain raps my window pane, staring at my cell phone, I pose the question: should I or shouldn't I?

Pressing the talk button and bringing the phone to my ear, I talk into the receiver, seductively putting my request in to have my erotic fire put out. So it doesn't take a genius to figure out whose number I dialed and, just like a good boy, T-Bird came to put my fire out. Now that it's all out there, should I feel bad for wanting what my body craves? I don't think so.

Like my momma always used to tell me, temptation may be sweet at that very first taste but temptation also has a tendency to turn bitter & rot. Temptation can turn your life upside down and temptation can be and is always, a muthafucka. Well, how everything turned out in my situation, I guess momma wasn't lying. T-Bird was and is still my temptation, and I've got it bad…like a muthafucka.

 

 

 

 

“Dear Katie,” he wrote,

“You asked what I like: I'm seriously into anal.
I'd love us to meet.”

Jim

 

“Dear Jim,” she wrote,

“I'd love us to meet soon. Delighted you like Greek.
Don't be shy. Tell me your fantasies.
I'm playing with my clitty imagining a hot rimming session,
followed by a deep two finger ass fuck.
After that, the brown gully will be gagging for it! Not too
much lube, mind—it has to burn. I love it fast and furious.
I've just come, visualizing your horny asshole stretched
around my twelve inch strap-on dildo.”

Katie

 

 

 

 

flash fiction

 

 

 

 

“Don't do anything I wouldn't do.” Jerry's stern look made Megan burst out laughing.

“Don't worry, Jerry. I always want what's best for the team, just like you do.”

“Liar! You just want James.” He chuckled as his apprentice turned bright red. “Never mind, I'm going home. The door will lock behind you when you leave. If anyone catches you, I was never here. Good luck.” With that, the grizzled physical therapist turned and ambled out of the rink.

Megan took a deep breath and opened the door to the locker room.

James Sebastien, the league's top defenseman, lay face-down on a massage table. His golden-tipped brown hair flowed down to his exposed shoulders.

God, how could he make a mullet—a mullet with highlights no less—look so sexy? Her heart skipped a beat as she paced towards him. Might as well start with the time-honored classic, she thought. “Hello.”

James raised his head and turned it toward the voice. His exhausted smile gave him an angelic aura in the bright lights. “You're not Jerry.” She smiled at the slight Quebecois lilt to his speech, still present after his move to the States years earlier.

“That's obvious. Don't worry, I'll take care of you.” Megan took a bottle out of her tote bag, and flipped the top open. “You were excellent out there tonight,” she intoned shyly.

“I'm just there to help my teammates score.” He tensed as the first squirt of cool liquid hit his shoulder blades, then sighed as Megan's warm hands spread it over him. “If people notice me, that's a bad sign.”

Who couldn't notice James? Megan marveled at the feel of his muscles as they seemed to melt under her touch. She took her time kneading his broad shoulders, flattening her palms as she moved down his freckled back. “Where does it hurt?”

“My lower back's a little tight. No big deal, but it does tend to flare up.”

She concentrated all the brawn she could gather into her small hands, moving her thumbs toward his sacrum. She pressed in slow circles, waiting for cues that would tell her when it was too much. As he started to loosen up, she moved outward in larger arcs, massaging the place where his rounded, powerful buttocks began to curve up at her.

“I'm going to have to work this whole area pretty deeply. Just so you know.”

She pulled back the towel, trembling as her prize was revealed. Megan had never really appreciated the male backside until she started watching hockey. Even though it was concealed under multiple layers of bulky uniform, James' ass was what she always gawked at during games. It moved elegantly as he glided away on the ice. With one swift bump, it delivered his might as he hip-checked goons from rival teams into the boards. Sometimes she felt as if he were taunting her with it, practically sticking it in her face.

That gave Megan an idea.

She reached into the bag and rummaged through it. James heard suspicious rustling and froze.

“What's that?”

She rubbed his rump soothingly, giving it a pat for good measure. “Relax.” Quickly, Megan squirted more of the liquid into her hand, and smeared it onto a dental dam. Struggling to spread his firm cheeks with one hand, she smoothed the square, lubed side down, over his rosy opening. He flinched at the lube's initial coldness, then groaned as it matched his own overheated temperature. Emboldened, Megan began to lap her tongue around his vulnerable little hole as it twitched beneath the taut latex.

When James saw Megan, he had hoped to fondle the shapely breasts that jutted proudly through her T-shirt. He'd daydreamed about standing her up against his locker and sucking her clitoris sore. In his mind's eye, he would have bent her over one of the benches and fucked her ravenously. Instead, all six-foot-three and 220 pounds of him were jackknifed onto a massage table in his own team's locker room, incapacitated by the tongue-lashing of his life. Megan swirled him like an ice cream cone. Her mouth was a quiver's worth of arrows, and he was Saint Sebastian. At this point, Saint James Sebastien couldn't even muster the strength to beg for a full release.