The Playa Chronicles (10 page)

The phone rang and I reached to answer it. “Hello.”

“Hi, Rick, are you in the bed?” A female whispered.

I couldn’t quite make out the voice and I really didn’t care. “Yes.”

“Can I
come
get in the bed with you?”

“Who is this?”

“It’s Vanessa.”

I knew then that the answer to her question was yes, but I had to bitch and moan for a while just to keep up appearances. I didn’t want her to think that standing me up was cool. “Vanessa, what happened to you tonight?”

“Something came up. Sorry I didn’t call, but it couldn’t be helped.”

“Okay, so something came up. You were too busy to at least call me or send me a text and say ‘I’m not gonna make it.’ You were that busy?”

“Yes, like I said it couldn’t be helped,” she said boldly, which only increased my level of anger. “Did you see the movie?”

“No, I sat there like a fool waiting for you. I bought the tickets and then I sat there watching people go inside to see the movie I’ve been looking forward to seeing for weeks.”

“When you realized I wasn’t coming, why didn’t you just go see the movie?”

“I started to. Lord knows I started to. But I kept thinking, hoping really, that you were just late and you’d be there. Why didn’t you call?”

“I said I was sorry, Rick, damn. Let it go. Let me come over there and I’ll make it up to you.”

“No. I’m in the bed.”

“Come on.”

“No.”

“I’ll suck your dick.”

“And what else?”

“Anything you want me to do, boo.”

“Okay, you can come by for a minute.”

“I won’t say a word; I’ll just fuck you and leave. Would that be cool?”

“How long you gonna be?”

“Twenty minutes, maybe less. So get up and unlock the door in case you fall asleep. Come on now, get up.”

“Okay. I’ll see you when you get here.” I hung up the phone and tried to get up. My head hurt. I looked at the bottle; it was half full or half empty. I couldn’t tell which. I looked at the clock; it was a quarter to three. “Shit, I must have passed out.”

I practically had to throw myself out of the bed. I staggered to the shower, turned on the water, and started for the door to unlock it as I was instructed to do. I went back to the bathroom, checked the temperature. Not to cold, not to hot. I got in the shower and just stood for a while with my face in the water. Once that got old, I turned around and let the water beat down on the back of my neck. It felt
soooo
good, I didn’t wanna get out. But I had to, just not right away. I was tonight’s booty call.
Picture that.
So I planned on taking all my frustration over being stood up, out Vanessa’s all-too luscious body.

I turned off the water, dried myself off quickly and got back in the bed. I looked at the bottle of
Stoli
and actually gave some thought to getting a couple of glasses. The feeling passed without incident. I looked at the clock as it rolled up on ten after three. “So much for twenty minutes maybe less.” By a quarter to four, I had once again, declared her a no-show and tried to go back to sleep.

No sooner than I said it, I heard the door slam. I rolled over. Vanessa came through the door naked.

“Hello, Vanessa.”

She didn’t answer.

Without a word she got up on the bed and pulled back the covers. I laid back and watched as she worked me with both hands, until I felt myself getting hard. Once it was standing at attention, she proceeded to tease me with her tongue, making small, circular motions with the tip, around the head, and then up and down the sides. Vanessa looked up at me and smiled, and I smiled back. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and lowered her head down on me. I watched as it slowly disappeared and reappeared. She began to move faster and faster. I felt my toes begin to curl against the sheets. I was making a sound I’d become accustomed to producing in others, but never experienced for myself. I squirmed, squirted and screamed, as I grabbed the back of her head. She sat up on the bed and looked at me smiling.

Once I composed myself, I crawled between her thighs and returned the favor. The sun had been up for a while before we retreated to opposite sides of the bed. I resisted the temptation to roll into the fetal position and say,
“
Don’t touch me.” I still had my pride. But facts were facts. She had me and I was powerless to do anything about it.

It was almost noon by the time I woke up the next morning. Vanessa was gone, but she left an envelope on the pillow. It had the word “Desires” written on the front of it. I sat up on the edge of the bed and opened it. It said:

Dear Rick,

I have something that I want to share with you. I want you and I have an overwhelming need to satisfy your every desire. I think about it all the time. It consumes me and at times, defines my actions. I can’t close my eyes without seeing visions of you and I locked in each other’s arms, having mad sex. You’ve taken me places sexually that I only dreamed of. Now I can’t stop myself; I have to feel you deep inside of me. Not just physically, not by any means, I need to feel you deep inside my mind. You have taken over my mind and body. You make me cum uncontrollably. I get so excited when I feel your presence. When you touch my body, it quivers. When you kiss me, I cum. And penetration drives me insane. I want to caress, lick and suck you, while you feel my flow. I wanna do it with you all the time. I have become a SLAVE to your passion and it is my passion to satisfy you.

Just so you know.

V

I sat there smiling as I read her words. Just reading her letter excited me, and it was evident by my hardness. My mouth was dry and I felt dehydrated, the combination of Vanessa’s sex and Mr.
Stoli
no doubt, so I went to the kitchen to get something to drink. I read the letter again on the way. When I got to the kitchen I was shocked. Vanessa had cleaned the kitchen, washed and dried all the dishes, by hand no less, and put them away. “Damn,” I said as I poured water into a clean glass. “All this and pussy too? I wonder if she does windows.”

Things seemed to be improving between me and April. We’ve gotten to the point where April will at least spend some time with me. Only we don’t have sex. She won’t even let me kiss her. But every once and a while, she still wants to cuddle. April says that sometimes she misses being close to me and wants to cuddle. Cuddling sucks, especially when you know that the chances of it leading to hot, butt-naked sex is slim to none, but I do it. I’ll do anything if it means getting back with April.

In spite of that, it’s
sorta
working out. I was working on my relationship with April; she thinks it’s going very well. “Since you cut loose all of your other women, we’re finally spending some real time together.” And why wouldn’t she think that? I don’t do anything; I’m home whenever she calls, so I always have time for her. No more having to make up excuses about why I couldn’t see her—like having to work late or hanging out with Victor. I am always here for her. “And I like that,” she told me. The problem was, the reason I was always available for.

Vanessa.

I was home because I was waiting for Vanessa. She only comes out at night. Last night. Never before midnight so, I have plenty of time for April. On this particular day, April had come by and we sat around and watched movies. Oh, and by the way, this was a cuddle day.

The phone rang. I rolled over and looked at the display. It was Laura. With no intention of answering, I rolled back toward April. She sat up and looked at the display.

“If you don’t answer it, I will,” she said.

“Be my guest.”

“Just answer it, Rick,” April said, smiling as she hit me with her pillow.

“Hello, Laura. How’ve you been doing?”

“I’m fine. How are you?”

“A little tired,” I said and winked at April, who was all up in my mouth. “But I’ll live. What’s up?”

“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

“No, I was just watching a movie with April. It was watching us actually.” April hit me lightly on the arm and mumbled something about her not needing to know all that.

“Oh.” She sounded disappointed. But I needed everyone in earshot, especially April, to know it was over between Laura and me. “Anyway, do you know somebody named Prentiss? I don’t know what her first name is, but it begins with Y.” I knew she was talking about Yvette.

“Yeah, I know her, why?”

“Rick, she is getting on my last nerve; calling my house at all hours of the day and night. Calling me at work, talking about how she’s the one, and how I need to step aside and let a real women have you. At first she was polite about it. Talking like she had some sense. So I tried to explain to her that it was over between us and that I hadn’t seen you in months. But she wouldn’t stop. I got tired of it and started blocking her calls. What I wanna do that for? Since then, these last few of days it’s like she’s lost her mind. Calling me at work cursing me out. And now it’s all about bitch this and ho that.”

“I’m sorry about all this, Laura. I didn’t know all that was going on.”

“First of all, who is this fool? How did she get my number and how does she know where I work, Rick?”

“She was over here one day when you called; I guess she memorized your number. I don’t know how she found out where you worked.” But I had a good idea. Yvette was a collector. It was her job to find people and harass them.

“It doesn’t matter how she found out, you just need to do something about it. I don’t need this!” Laura said and slammed the phone in my ear. I hung up the phone and closed my eyes. I knew when I opened them April would be looking dead at me, with questions, valid ones, but questions I didn’t feel like answering. I could feel her eyes. I lay there waiting for her to get tired of waiting for me to say something. I thought about how honest I was going to be about it.

“What did she want, Rick?”

Then it hit me. “You remember Yvette, don’t you?”

The whole truth. Answer all questions honestly and without hesitation.

“Why?”

“Laura says that she’s been calling and harassing her.”

“Why?”

“Yvette wants her to step aside and let a real woman take over.”

“Take over what?”

“Me.”

April had a
sorta
half smile on her face, so I knew it was no big deal to her. I had the feeling lately that April had started to believe that I was really trying to change and she was willing to give the process time. I appreciated that. A lot of other women would have a hard time dealing with this whole scenario, and would be taking every opportunity to express
themselves
. I was fortunate and I knew it. I took the time to think about how I had done nothing in my life to this point to deserve a woman like April.

“You’re kidding, right? Why is she calling Laura?”

“Why don’t you ask her?”

“I’m serious, Rick. Why would she be calling her, telling her to step aside?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“Tell me, why. This ought to be good.”

“Because she knows that you’re not going anywhere.”

“She knows this, huh? ’Cause as far as I know, I have gone somewhere.”

“Let me put it this way, as far as I’m concerned, you’re not going anywhere. I’ve never tried to hide you from anybody. I’ve never made a secret about how I feel about you.”

“And how is that?”

“I love you.”

“You just had this funny way of showing it.”

There was a point that April wanted to lead me to, but I didn’t want to pursue that point with her at this time. I knew she would get back to it if it was important to her. And I had a feeling that it was. “Anyway, knowing that, Yvette is probably thinking that the reason that she can’t get any play is because of Laura.”

“You said there was nothing going on with you and Laura anymore.”

“There isn’t. But Yvette doesn’t see it that way. She was here one day when Laura called. She asked me who Laura was and I told her that she was just a friend of mine.”

“When was this?”

“The same day you caught her over here. She said something about how Laura must be a better friend then she was, because Laura had my home phone number and she doesn’t.”

“And from that she decided to start harassing Laura? So Laura would leave you to her?”

“Exactly.”

April looked at me, rolled her eyes, and
laid
down. “I know there’s more to it than that. But as long as she doesn’t start that foolishness with me, I’m not gonna worry about it. You sure know how to pick ’em. I hope to God you didn’t have sex with that girl.”

“I told you that I didn’t.”

“I hope not. And I hope to God that you’re learning something from all this.”

“Yeah. I’m learning a lot.”

“Like what?”

I wanted to say something deep and philosophical, but nothing was coming to me right away. Then I remembered what she’d said when all this started coming down. “That I can’t flirt with everybody.”