The Playa Chronicles

Let me tell you about how it all ended for me. April and I have enjoyed a long and sometimes turbulent relationship. The first time I saw April she was walking across the yard on her first day at
Spelman
, and I fell in love with her instantly.

April thought I was arrogant and rude, and she hated my northeastern accent; said it was like talking to one of the Kennedy’s. She couldn’t stand me at first, but by the end of fall semester, I had worn her down.

April’s from
Charlotte
,
North Carolina
; the youngest of Doctor and Doctor Vigil Thompson’s six children. She was so fine when I met her and she still is. She’s five, five and slim, but not skinny by any means. April’s got what some would consider the perfect 36-24-36 body, with a D cup. But it was her eyes that drew me to her. Her thick eyebrows and long, seductive eyelashes accent her dark, oval eyes.

I know that over the years, April always assumed I cheated on her, but she never actually caught me with so much as another women’s phone number. But the truth of the matter is that her assumptions were not unfounded. I’ve had many sexual encounters with the opposite sex. Some women don’t seem to care if you got somebody. They just want a man.

I was honest with each of them about my relationship with April, and I’m very blunt about my feelings for her. I love April. She came first. All they could ever hope to be was second. None seemed to care. So they’d come and go, like women through a revolving door. Each accepted the roll gladly and played the part well, until one or the other of us got tired of the situation. Every now and then, a woman would come along thinking she could take me from April; taking a stand, causing controversy and drama. “Me or her?” Trying to force me to choose. But when the smoke cleared it would always be April, still standing, untouched and unaware of the storm that surrounded her. I love April. Sometimes I ask myself why I do it. But I never have a good answer.

I rolled over in bed and reached out, but there was nobody there. I could hear the water running in the shower. I sat up and looked around. “This is the hangover I was expecting.” I
laid
back down and pulled the covers over my head. The sound of running water stopped, and shortly thereafter, the bathroom door opened.

“Good morning,” I said from under the covers.

“Ooh! You scared me. I thought you were still sleep. Did I wake you up? I tried to be quiet, but I guess there ain’t no way to make a shower run quietly, anyway, how you doin’, Rick? And by the way, it’s afternoon,” Karen said, talking a mile a minute.

“Well, good afternoon then.” If it was afternoon, I needed to get out of bed. As much as I hated to, I decided to surface from under the covers. “What time is it anyway?”

“Quarter to one. Didn’t you say you had somewhere to go today? I didn’t even think about that when I woke up. I was up for a while before I dragged my ass outta bed and got in the shower. If I had thought about it, I would have
woke
you up. What time you supposed to be there anyway?” Karen said, as she wandered around the room looking through the assortment of clothes we’d practically torn off one another.

I met Karen last night at a party Victor and Keisha were throwing. She worked with Keisha and had come to the party with six other women that made me consider asking Keisha for a job. The thought passed quickly. Karen stood five feet six inches tall, pecan tan and thick. Not fat by any stretch of the imagination. I noticed her watching me while I was talking to Vic and Keisha. After that, whenever I looked around for her, Karen was watching me. All night long, she and her partners were always surrounded by men, circling them like vultures. My opportunity came when she got up to dance. I grabbed Keisha and dragged her out on the floor. I angled my way toward her and explained that I was going to leave her the first chance I got. “So don’t be mad at me.”

When Karen started to sit down, as promised, I left Keisha and went after her. We danced and talked the rest of night. After the party we went to Hairston’s, before ending up at my house about four in the morning.
  

“What are you looking for anyway?” I asked.

“I ain’t really lookin’ for
nothing
; I’m thinking about getting back in that bed, but I know I got some place I gotta be, so I been trying to talk myself out of it.” She stopped walking, but not talking. Damn, she could talk. “That’s why I gotta keep moving, ’cause if I keep
standin
’ here lookin’ at you and that tent I see there, I might have to drop this towel and get back in that bed and I ain’t tryin’ ta do that, but it ain’t like I don’t want to, boo, ’cause I’m damn sure thinkin’ ’bout droppin’ this towel and
crawlin
’ back between them sheets and gettin’ some of that dick before I go”—she shook her head; started picking up her clothes and laying them out on the bed—“but I gotta go. I tried to wake you up, but you were dead to world, I’m gonna leave you my number, call me sometime so we can hang out, but let’s go someplace other than Hairston’s next time, it was cool since we was both coming this way, but there’s too much posing and not enough partying goin’ on up in there for my taste.” She reached for her bra and I sat up in anticipation of the dropping of the towel.

The towel dropped.

I smiled.

“What you smiling ’bout?”

“Looking at you.” She looked good.

“Oh really.” She smiled back. “I guess that means I’ll hear from you again, huh?”

“Why wait,” I said and got out of the bed. “Come here.”

She giggled a little and took a step toward me. “I got someplace I gotta go,” she said, and began stoking my erection. Then she kissed it. “And I already took a shower,” she mumbled while she continued kissing and stoking me. I reached between her legs, felt how wet she was, and
knew that her objections carried no weight.

I backed her into the bathroom and attacked her tongue with a fury. As I turned on the shower, I dipped two fingers inside of her and could feel the river flowing between her thighs. As we stepped in the shower, I slid my hands from her breasts to her hips to her ass and back up to her breasts again. I squeezed them before lowering my head and taking her nipple between my teeth. It seemed to send an electric sensation rushing through her veins, ’cause she was ready to climb the walls.

“Oh yes!” she mumbled loudly. “Oh God, YES!”

I kissed her again, nibbled her chin, sucked her neck, and continued squeezing her beautiful breasts. I spread her legs and pinned her up against the shower wall. “I want you in the worse way,” she whispered in my ear as I stroked her hard. “I like that, Rick.”

She closed her eyes and I felt her tremble as I eased that penetrating finger in and out of her. She bit her bottom lip to stop from screaming.

“That feels so good,” she huffed.

I spread her thighs, lifted her off her feet and plunged myself deep inside her. Her eyes widened, her breath caught in her throat and her mouth open. “You are so hard,” she managed.

“You got me this way. Now take it,” I encouraged.

Karen clawed at my neck and back; kissed and sucked my neck. She rocked her hips, moving her body into mine as much as she could while pinned up against the wall. I bent my legs and fucked her harder.

“Yes, Rick! Yesss!” Karen screamed and I felt her juices overflow.

“You are so
, ,
, damn fine!” I said and finished her off.
 

When I was done, I left her alone in the shower and got back in bed. After a while, Karen came out of the bathroom. “You make sure you call me. Let me find a pen so I can write down my number,” Karen said, searching through her purse. Finding a pen, she continued talking as she wrote her number down on the back of a business card. “I really don’t want this to turn out to be just a one-time thing; I usually don’t do stuff like this. I wanna blame it on being drunk, which I was, but I wasn’t that drunk, I knew exactly what I was doin’,” she said and began getting dressed. “Just like I knew what I was doing just now. Damn that was so good.” Once she finished dressing, she grabbed her purse. “Get up and walk me to the door, Rick,” Karen said, smiling when I got out of bed. “Damn,” she said. “Yeah, you make sure you call me. I don’t mean to be pushy, like I’m tryin’ to force myself on you or nothing, but tonight wouldn’t be too soon. But even if you don’t, I had a good time with you. You’re really a nice guy, so if you don’t call me, please don’t scandalize my name too bad, okay?”

“I’ll call you, Karen.”

“Karen! My name is
Sharon
.”

“Sorry. Yes, I’ll call you, Sharon.”

She kissed me on the cheek. “Don’t be callin’ my house askin’ for no Karen now. The name is on the card; it should be easy for you.” She smiled. “You can read, can’t you? Anyway, you go and handle your business and hopefully I’ll hear from you later or somethin’.” She kissed me again, on the lips this time, and left.

“Damn, she can talk.”

I walked back to my room looking at the card she had handed me. I threw the card on the dresser, got back in bed, and called Laura at work. Laura’s a food and beverage manager at the
Peachtree
Plaza
Hotel. “Hospitality, Laura Barnes. How may I help you?”

“Hello, Laura, this is Rick.”

“Hi, Rick. I’m sorry about last night. You forgive me?” she asked. I was supposed to go to the party with Laura, but she had to work.

“No problem. You’re a very busy woman. I understand that. So, how are you?”

“Running. I have three functions today,” Laura explained. “Two at the same time. Then Cathy, one of the other managers, got sick and had to go home. So I have to cover her function in a little while.”

“Sounds like you’re having a hard day.”