The Preachers Son (4 page)

As stupid as I felt about wanting to fight the hostess, I had to smile. Terrance was always coming up with some creative way to make my life interesting. A million things ran through my mind as I thought about what type of surprise he might have waiting for me in that hotel room. With him you just couldn’t be sure. One thing I was sure of, though. It was going to involve some mind-blowing sex. Like earlier, just the thought of having Terrance inside me had my panties moist. I glanced around for my waitress, then ended up just leaving a twenty-dollar bill on my table and rushing to the door.

When I entered the church, I was greeted by the loud cackling of women gossiping, then a sudden silence. I smiled as I approached the thirty or so women of the First Jamaica Ministries award-winning women’s choir standing in the church recreation area. “Hi, Dante.” One woman smiled.

“What’s up, Latrice?” I replied with a nod. That started a chain reaction of greetings, shy waves, and blushing if I happened to make eye contact. The women seemed to part like the Red Sea to allow me to pass through and enter the hallway to my office. I could feel their eyes still on me. I thought I even heard a few sighs.

I’d been given this type of attention from the young women of the church for years and it seemed like most of their mothers encouraged it. As the son of the bishop, I was treated like royalty, the crown prince of the church. As with all princes, every young woman in the village wanted to be my princess. For years I’d taken advantage of that, fooling around with half of the young women in the congregation. Strip clubs and bars didn’t have anything on a good church function if you were looking to get some.

I walked into my office and closed the door. I sat behind my desk and listened to the women of the choir leaving, then I checked over the schedule for the youth basketball league, which I ran as director of church activities. Not long after I sat down, there was a knock on the door, a knock I’d been expecting ever since Shorty and I pulled in front of the building. I got up and approached the door, but there was no need. The door opened before I could get there.

I stopped dead in my tracks when I realized it was not my mother, as I had expected. It was the vibrant and sexy Anita Bell, the only woman I’d ever loved, or at least thought I loved.

“Anita.” I gasped as my eyes quickly roamed over her body. Anita was dressed in a very conservative white church dress with white heels, but her voluptuous body made anything she wore look provocative.

“Dante.” She smiled. “I guess some things never change.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I tried to play it cool, but I was truly confused until Anita pointed at my crotch. I looked down and cringed. When it came to Anita, it was obvious which one of my heads was in control. I lowered the folder I was holding to cover my swollen manhood.

“Don’t hide it now. I’ve already seen it.” She smirked, locking the door then stepping closer to me. She kissed me with her full lips. “I missed you, Dante,” she whispered.

She kissed me again before I could respond. This time she wrapped her arms around me and I did the same, closing my eyes. Our kiss was so passionate it took my breath away. When it was finally over, we stayed wrapped in each other’s arms and stared lustfully into each other’s eyes.

“God, I missed you, Dante,” she whispered as her right hand moved from my backside to my crotch.

“I missed you, too,” I said as I gently pushed her away. “Just not enough to commit adultery. Where’s your husband?”

Anita took a step forward and looked up at me with a frown. “Why’d you have to go and mention him?”

“I don’t know,” I said sarcastically. “It seemed kind of important when I realized you were unzipping my fly.” Anita sighed. “So where is he, Anita? Where’s your husband?”

“He’s at our new house, unpacking our things. But you don’t have to worry about that. Only thing you need to be worried about is what’s in front of you. I want you, Dante. And I missed you. I’ve been thinking about you every day since I left.”

I looked at her and my mind traveled down memory lane. Anita and I had been lovers for almost two years, although very few people other than Shorty and my sister knew about it. We’d kept things on the low because Anita was my father’s secretary and ten years my senior. The age difference didn’t bother me, though. I wanted to tell the world. As far as I was concerned, I was going to marry Anita. But Anita was scared and wanted to keep everything a secret. She swore that my mother and father would never go for us being together. That’s why she started dating Deacon Robert Emerson behind my back. Deacon Emerson was an arm amputee in his early forties. He was well known around the church and had considerable assets. He’d been trying to get Anita to date him since she’d started working at the church. For almost four years she’d told him no, but one day she agreed to go out with him. Three months later, much to my chagrin, they were married and moved to Florida at Anita’s request. She knew she needed to get as far away from me as possible. She may have denied it then, but she was in love with me. Now a little under a year later, she and the deacon were back, and since she had mentioned a new house, it appeared they were back to stay.

“I love you, Dante, and now that your father has given me my old job back, we can get right back to doing everything the way we did before. And I mean everything.” She posed flirtatiously and gave me this sexy look that made my hard dick even harder.

“What about your husband?”

“What about him? We kept your parents in the dark for almost two years. What makes you think we can’t keep his stupid ass in the dark, too?” She stepped closer, rubbing her hands on my chest the way I liked it. “I need you, Dante. I need your love and I need your body. He can’t satisfy me the way you can. I haven’t had an orgasm since I was with you.” She pouted like a child who had been punished.

I thought about how easy it was for me to satisfy her. I knew Anita’s body better than I knew my own. I ran my finger down her spine and she shuddered with excitement, then I lowered my head and blew in her ear. Anita moaned.
How could the deacon not be able to do that?
I wondered, then smiled at my own ego. Anita was my pussy. She had always been my pussy. I looked at her. I looked at her in the manner a man reserves only for his woman. Oh, those feelings were starting to come back. But instead of making me want her, they made me angry. I pushed her away.

“Well, I don’t want you. Not if you’re married. Not if you’re his wife instead of mine. What are you doing back here anyway, Anita?”

“I hated Florida. I hate him. I needed to get back to you. I love you, Dante, and I’m never gonna let you go. Please, baby, let me show you how much I love you,” she begged.

I didn’t say a word. I just silently watched Anita unbutton her dress until she was no longer wearing a conservative church dress. She was still wearing all white, though—a white push-up bra, white panties, white garter belt with white stockings, and of course, those sexy white stiletto heels. The contrast against her mahogany skin was stunning.

“Please, baby. Let me show you how much I love you.” Anita rubbed her hands on my chest again then kissed me gently before she started to slowly kneel. I knew what she was about to do and was virtually powerless to stop her. Oral sex was my weakness and Anita was an expert.

“I can’t do this, Anita,” I whispered repeatedly, but that didn’t stop her from struggling with me to get my pants down. Finally I just decided to give in. When it came to Anita, my big head went on autopilot and my little head took over. I placed my hand gently on her hair and stared blankly at the wall as I waited eagerly for the pleasure she would soon give me. Anita licked her lips as she stared at my pulsating manhood and I could tell she was preparing to swallow it whole. Unfortunately, before she could move, there was a knock on the door and a jiggling of the doorknob.

“Dante, are you in here, son?” my mother called through the door.

Without thinking, I instinctively answered, “Yes,” as both Anita and I stared at each other with panicked expressions. We knew that if I didn’t open that door quickly, my mother, a suspicious woman by nature, would put two and two together the second she saw Anita in my office. And Lord help us both if she had Deaconess Wright with her as I suspected. Anita reached down and picked up her dress then turned back to me, looking to get some direction.

“Hide!” I was as panic-stricken as Anita. I fumbled with my belt buckle as she glared at me.

“Where?” she asked.

My eyes searched the room for a hiding place. I jumped when my mother knocked on the door again. I pointed toward my desk.

“Dante, open this door,” my mother said sternly.

“Under my desk,” I whispered to Anita. She scrambled over there as I approached the door. I waited until she was out of sight then opened the door. My mother and my father greeted me.

“Have you been drinking?”

“No, Ma,” I replied, opening my arms to give my mother a hug. In my mind, I was cursing the woman in the black Continental.
Damn, that bitch Deaconess Wright lied on me again.

My mother sniffed me like a dog as she kissed my cheek, then smiled with satisfaction. If I knew her, she’d been defending me tooth and nail and now felt vindicated. “Why was this door locked?”

“Huh? Oh, uh,” I searched my mind for an excuse as my mother stared into my eyes, “because I was changing my clothes and I didn’t want any of the women’s choir walking in and seeing my private parts. I just came from the gym and wanted to get out of those sweaty clothes.” I casually turned my back and zipped up my pants as my mother walked by. She was surveying my office as if she knew I was lying.

“Hey, Bishop.” I offered my father my hand, still keeping my eyes on my mother and my desk. “So what brings you two down here?” My mother’s suspicious look instantly became a jubilated smile and she spoke before my father had a chance to get out a word.

“Oh, Dante. We have the best news. Come sit down so we can tell you.” I moved over to my desk quickly and sat down. My father had a habit of sitting at my desk and that wasn’t something I could risk right now. As my parents settled in the chairs on the other side, I glanced under my desk. Anita, still half-naked, smiled at me. I pushed my chair back about a foot when she stroked the inside of my leg. I knew Anita too well. She was a freak and I wouldn’t put it past her to try something crazy like pulling out my manhood to finish what she’d tried to start earlier.

“So, what’s this great news?” I asked, subtly removing Anita’s hand as she tried to unzip my pants.

“Well, Dante…” My mother turned to my father with a huge smile. She looked like she was gonna bust a gasket she was so excited. “I’m going to let your father tell you.”

I turned my attention to my father, who leaned forward with a paternal smile. “Well, son. Your mother and I just found out you’ve been accepted into Howard University’s School of Divinity.”

“I have?” All expression left my face as I looked from one parent to the other then back again.

“You sure have, son.” My father smiled.

“Dante, I’m so proud of you.” My mother had tears in her eyes.

“But, but I never applied to Howard’s School of Divinity,” I stuttered.

“I know. I applied for you,” my smiling mother replied. “I know how busy you can get with all these church activities.” She was so clearly pleased with herself and expected the same from me.

“Congratulations, son.” My father nodded as he stood and offered his hand. “Howard’s Divinity School is a fine institution. I’m sure you’ll do well.”

“Thanks, Bishop,” I replied meekly, taking my father’s hand without thinking.

“Come on, Charlene. We’re supposed to be over at the mayor’s office in thirty minutes.”

My mother smiled. “I think the mayor is going to endorse your father for borough president.”

“That’s great news, Bishop.”

“Thanks, son, but not as good as yours.”

My mother stood and leaned over my desk to kiss me. “Dante, I’m so proud of you. I can’t wait to tell everyone in the church the good news.”

“Neither can I, Mom,” I answered weakly, glad that she stepped away from my desk without noticing Anita under there.

I watched my parents walk toward the door and suddenly I had a surge of courage. I had to tell them. I had to tell them I didn’t want to go to Howard’s Divinity School. I didn’t want to go to anyone’s seminary, and I had to tell them before they started to blab their news to everyone in the church because then I’d be painted into a corner.

“Ma,” I called, standing up quickly. Just as the words left my mouth, I realized I had to sit down because my fly was unzipped and Anita’s hand was reaching for my dick.

“Yes,” my mother replied as she turned around. I sat down just in the nick of time.

“Ah, nothin’. Just wanted to say thanks.” I gave her a fake smile.

“Oh, you’re welcome, baby.” My mother took my father’s arm and smiled contentedly as she shut the door with her free hand. When they were both out of sight, I exhaled loudly and stared down at Anita.

“Jesus Christ,” Anita said from under my desk. “I didn’t think they were ever gonna leave.” She tugged at my pants.

“Stop it, Anita!” I slapped her hand then pushed my chair back about three feet to get away.

“No, Dante. You stop it,” she said adamantly as she crawled out from under my desk. “Stop fighting me. Stop fighting us.”

“That’s just it, Anita. There is no us. Not since you got married.” There was hurt in my voice. Anita stepped forward until her hands were close enough to touch me. She smiled as she rubbed her hands along my chest, probably surprised that I didn’t stop her. Not that it mattered. I could never resist her for long and she knew it. All she had to do was be patient.

I took a deep breath, trying to keep my hormones under control. “Put your clothes on, Anita.”

“Why, are you finding it hard to control yourself?” She grabbed my arms and pulled me closer until her breasts were rubbing against my chest and our lips were close enough to kiss. I knew I was in trouble because I wanted to touch her, to kiss her, to be with her. So she was right. I was finding it hard to control myself, and by the time she pressed her lips against mine, I had lost control. Thank God I heard some shuffling outside my door.

“Did you hear that?” I broke the kiss.

“Hear what?” she replied in frustration.

“I just heard someone outside the door.” She gave me a skeptical look, trying to kiss me again, but then stopped abruptly when she heard the noise.

“You think it’s your parents again?” she whispered.

I glanced at my watch. “No, it’s probably one of the deacons. Their choir rehearsal starts in about five minutes.”