Lucy's Boo

Chapter 6

Tomorrow is Friday. s**t. In the midst of all my chaos during the last 24 hours, I totally forgot that I have my weekend with Irv. Perfect timing. With all that has happened between Mario and I, a weekend of carefree s****l exploits sounds like just what the doctor ordered. 

I make it to my parent's house. I am exhausted. Walking in the door, I am greeted with the smells of baked chicken and apple pie. 

"Mom?"

"In the kitchen." My mother's voice is so soothing. Something about it makes me exhale all my worries. I can see her slender figure in the distance, hair draping her shoulders. 

"Hi honey!" I swear it's like she is walking on air. She gives me the biggest, warmest hug. Something I didn't know I needed. She smells of vanilla and lavender; the same scent as my grandmother, her mom. I take in a deep breath and melt into her arms.

"Hi Momma." I mumble into her neck. I feels so good to be home. The timing couldn't have been any more perfect.

She leans back, grabs my arms and gives me a kiss on the forehead. She looks a bit confused.

"Meredith, what happened to your face?" Oh s**t. Forgot about that. I knew there was something I was supposed to do before I got out of the car.

"What are you talking about?" I walk over to the mirror as if I didn't know what was there.

""Ohhh, you mean those?" I giggled.

"Sasha's dog got a little excited and jumped on me. It's nothing.

My mom looking perplexed while drying her hands, "Sasha has a dog? I thought you couldn't have pets in the apartment?" Ugh. Will she just leave it alone.

"She isn't keeping it there. Anyway, smells good. What's for dinner?" Bags in tow, I walk into the kitchen to inspect the goodness that was being created.

"Nope. Get out of my pots and go put your stuff down." She pops my hand with the spoon. There is a little extra zing to it due to the events of the day. I wince, but she doesn't notice.

"Ok."

I walk to the back of the house. My room has been redecorated since I left. There are pictures of my grandparents and other family members on the walls. A new bed sits against the window. This is nice. Even though my parents and I don't see eye to eye all the time, I always enjoy coming home.

"What's up sis?" I know that husky voice anywhere. I turn around. Standing there 6ft 6in, big and bulky is my brother Adam, offensive tackle at the University of Georgia.

"Hey Adam. Didn't know you were coming home this weekend."

"Yeah. We finished finals early so I decide to catch a ride with Drew."

Now being the big brother that he is, he immediately can sense that something is off with me.

"Don't go there Adam. I don't want to talk about it."

"Hey. I didn't say anything. Just better fix it before dad sees." He turns and walks away. I go to get my makeup bag out of my duffle and my phone falls out of the side pocket. Thirty missed calls from Mario. Text message after text message.

Mario: Meredith. Please call me.

Mario: Meredith. Are you ok? Let me know when you make it to your parent's house.

Mario: I love you. I am so sorry about all of this.

"AHHHH." I scream, silently. "f**k you."

As I am holding the phone, a message notification comes through. It's a message from Irv. Not just any message. A picture. I look over my shoulder to make sure no one has come into the room and I open it.

Oh My!! I am pleasantly viewing a picture of his glorious third leg. Shinning like it was just dipped in baby oil.

Ah. A sharp twinge between my legs catches me off guard. Another picture. A female handcuffed to a chair, blindfolded. Message underneath: This is going to be you!

A hard swallow follows. So damn kinky. 

I can hear the garage door open. Shoot. Dad's home. I grab my bag and rush into the bathroom. I put a little bit of concealer on spots that were now obvious. This should do. 

After taking a few deep breaths, I gather myself and walk back towards the kitchen. I can hear my dad asking Adam a million and one questions about his semester and grades. I am not in the mood for this, but I smile as I turn the corner.

"Hey dad!" I walk over to give him a hug. 

"Baby girl, you made it! How was the drive?" He squeezes me tight, adding to my level of soreness.

"Geez dad. Its only been like three months." I laugh and walk over to sit in my favorite spot at the table. 

"Well you know, you guys don't really call much while you're gone. It's nice to finally have you home for awhile."

I had to agree. More now than ever, I was thankful to be home with my family. We all sit at the table and talk about everything that has happened over the past couple of months. Adam talks about football and almost being done with his degree. Dad, encourages him to stay one more year to potentially get scouted for the draft. Mom is blissfully ignorant to it all. She was never a fan of Adam playing contact sports, but I have to say the kid is good. Meanwhile, I am stuck in my thoughts.

"Meredith?" My mom reaches over, and gently rubs my hand.

"Everything ok? You have been awfully quiet and haven't eaten much."

"I'm ok. It's just...Mario and I got into a disagreement. We broke up." I put my fork down, grab my glass, and take a sip. 

"It's not a big deal so can we not make one out of it?" I grab my plate.

"May I be excused? I'm tired and want to lay down."

"Sure, honey. Don't worry about your plate. I'll get it for you." My mom stands up and walks over to me. She gives me another one of her hugs and kisses me on the cheek. 

"Thanks mom." She didn't have to say it, but I could feel her telling me she was sorry. 

I go back into my room. I strip off everything, throw on my oversized Snoopy night shirt, and flop across the bed. I let out a deep moan of anguish into my pillow. I am still reeling from Mario and Sasha. Still can't figure out what would make them do that to me. Out of all people, Sasha. Well, I guess that goes to show that no matter what you feel about a person or what they might say to you, their actions will always show you what the truth is. I can hear my phone ringing. Nope. Don't want to be bothered by anybody. I curl up with my pillow and the tears start again to fall from my eyes. Someone please take this heartache away. There is a knock at the door. I sit up and pull myself together, wiping the snot off my face. It's my mom.

"Come in."

"Hey there. I figured you might want some tea."

"I appreciate it." I inhale the steam. Chamomile, my favorite.

"I put a little something special in there for you. Don't tell your father." She winked and gave me her reassuring smile. I take a sip.

"Momma? Why do men have to be so crappy? Why is it that we give them whatever it is they want and it is still never enough? Do you know I caught him with Sasha? Today! Right before I came here."

Her mouth dropped. "Mario did what?! Oh honey!" She comes over closer to me. 

"I didn't do anything to deserve that momma, nothing. I have never been hurt so bad."

Momma reaches over to wipe away the tear trickling down my face.

With  concern in her voice, "I am so sorry that happened to you. What did he say?" 

"What most guys say...I'm sorry. I don't know what happened. I tried to kill them both." A mini small comes across my lips.

"Well, I can't say I agree with that, but I totally understand." My mom knows that it takes a lot to get me over the edge. There has only been one time she has witnessed that happen. It was between me and Adam, and lets just say there is still a hole in the wall at the bottom of the stairs; a reminder of what happened the day Meredith lost her s**t.

"I can only imagine how you are feeling right now. Relax, drink your tea, and get some rest. You will feel better in the morning." She gets up from the edge of the bed and walks over to the door. As she gets ready to step out of the room, she turns.

"His loss honey. You are a prize. The one meant for you will find you one day and you will then experience true happiness, but you have to be happy first.." She grabs the door handle. 

"I love you."

"Love you too, momma." She closes the door.

I settle myself back into bed. Wishing away the thoughts of Mario, and how he broke my heart. By the end of my cup of spiked tea, I vowed to never leave myself that open and vulnerable again. With that, I sit my cup on the night stand, turn off the lights, and drift off to sleep.

It's weird not having to wake up to alarm clocks or Sasha banging around trying to find her glasses in the morning. Friday. House is quiet. I'm guessing both of my parents have gone to work. I roll over and grab my phone. Dead. I muscle myself out of bed and grab my charger out of my duffle and plug my phone up. I walk out of my room and head for the kitchen. Not sure what my mom put in that tea last night, but I am rested and hungry. I make my way to the pantry.

"Boo!" Adam yells from behind the bar.

"Ah. s**t. Adam! It is too early in the morning." I roll my eyes and return to the food. 

"Hear you had a rough day yesterday. You know, me and Drew can go pay Mario a visit if you want." Slamming his fist into the palm of his hand.

"No need for that. I tagged his ass with a baseball bat." We both laugh.

"Dang, sis. Taking it up a notch. Proud of you." He comes around and gives me a bear hug from behind, lifting me off the floor. 

"Put me down, please." He places me back on the ground and walks over to the refrigerator. I grab a box of cereal out of the pantry and pour me a bowl.

"What do you have planned for the weekend? I know you aren't staying in the house all break."  

"Nothing much. You know...me, the guys, booze, and chicks." Adam swears he is a ladies man. Those piercing green eyes and sandy brown curly hair has given him somewhat of an advantage with the girls, particularly college sluts like Sasha. She tried to get his attention when we first became roommates. He played with her, and quickly forgot about her when he transferred to Georgia.

"What about you, Meredith. Any plans?" Nobody in my family knows about me and Irv outside of the occasional hangouts. My brother has always been suspicious of us messing around, so I have to be limited on what I tell him. Say the wrong thing, and he will go straight to Momma with it.

"Nothing at the moment. Might link up with some friends from school that are back in town." I was lying through my teeth. I figured that sounded better than me saying I was going to get my back blown out by Irv. I think Adam knew I was lying. I didn't have friends from school. 

"Yeah, ok. I'm headed to the gym. Stay out of trouble." He came around and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Take your own advice. And make sure you have a condom." 

"Whatever!!" I can hear Adam slam the door behind him.

Peace and quiet. House to myself. I go into my bathroom. Seems like the right time for a nice, soothing bath. I look under the sink, and there is a bag of Dr. Teal's eucalyptus Epsom salt. I pour some in my running bath water, with a little bit of lavender essential oil. I pull off my night shirt, exposing my bare naked body. I slowly slide into the calming bath. Sigh of relief escapes from my mouth.

"Amazing. Just what I needed."

I let the aromas fill my nostrils and let the heat of the water seep into my sore muscles. Being angry is tough on the body. My hands play in the water, rubbing my neck and shoulders, moving across my breasts, down my thighs, and settling in between my legs. Although I have the urge to send myself to the stars, I can't. I need to keep what I can to be prepared for whatever is in store for me this weekend. I still hadn't quite figured out how I was going to maneuver this weekend, but now that my mom is aware of what has been going on between Mario and I, I don't see there being any questions. Closing my eyes, I let my mind wonder to the time I spent having phenomenal s*x with Irv in the shower of his bungalow. 

Is it possible to repeat such bliss? 

I spent most of the day laying around, ignoring phone calls from Mario. I did send him a text to let him know that I was ok, but I was in no way ready to talk to him about anything that happened. Sasha popped up a few times. Blocked. Me and my brother talked about the girls he has been seeing and I made sure to let him know that being a male hoe wasn't cute. He's 21. The last thing he is thing about is being serious with any girl. Live your life boo. I receive a text from Irv letting me know that he made it and dinner reservations were for 8. He expected me to be at the hotel at 6.

In my duffle, is a long, knee-length black dress. It has a keyhole back, with a draping neckline in front. I paired it with a pair of floral Gucci stilettoes. A grin comes across my face. The goal: to make him forget about dinner. Of course, I'm not about to leave the house wearing this. My dad and Adam would lock me in my bedroom for eternity. I grab a small backpack that is in my closest and put everything in it. Grab my toiletry and makeup bags, charger and I am on my way.

"Where are you heading off to?" I can hear my momma's voice in the distance.

"Just going to have dinner with Stacy and Hannah." I'm trying not to make eye contact. Seems like guilt has a way of showing itself on my face. 

"They are back intown also? That should be nice. Do you plan on coming back tonight?" 

(Momma, I don't even think I'm going to be able to walk after tonight.)

"No, we will probably crash at Hannah's since her place is in the city." I grab my keys and a bottle of water.

"Be safe. Let me know once you get situated."

"I will momma." I give her a kiss on my way out. "Love you."

"Hey Meredith...easy with the alcohol tonight ok dear?"

"Don't worry mom. I'll be fine. It's not that kind of night." I give her that reassuring smile she always gives me. She smiles back and waves.

5:30pm and I am just getting on the interstate. If you know anything about Atlanta, the traffic can be your worst enemy at any given time of the day. Over the years, I have learned ways around the madness. It takes me thirty minutes to get wherever I need to go. The Intercontinental is located at the top end of the city; A grand cylinder like hotel, twenty floors high. At the very top sits a breath taking view of the skyline and one of the best cocktail bars in the city. I pull up to valet right at 6pm. 

"Are we staying overnight?" The valet. Hey cutie.

"Yes. Room 1705."

My heart skips a beat. 

"You're on time. That's a great way to start the weekend." Irv is standing of to the side. 

While this tall drink of man is making his way over to me, I can't help but notice that his attire for the evening is strategically designed to make any woman's panties melt off. Navy blue slacks sit just above his chocolate loafers. His immaculate bulge of desire, waving hello. Up to the brown and gold Louis Vuitton belt and buckle, snow white pressed long sleeve shirt with the last three buttons at the top undone, showing his smooth light brown skin. Everything tailored to maximize every muscle he possessed. Face, with a goatee, and not a blemish in sight. It's like his face was created just for me to sit on it. Those full lips, pearly white teeth, and the smell of Gucci Guilty getting caught in the breeze. I can't even call on the Lord's name for this. Please forgive me, for I have sinned, again. 

"Well hey there." Even I notice the nervousness in my voice.

"Let me help you with that. A bookbag? That's its." He looks at me curiously.

"I figured there wouldn't be a need for much." I say with a hint of sarcasm.

"My girl." He smiles, flashing those beautiful teeth. He takes those full lips and gently kisses me behind the ear. 

(Did my knees just give out??)

"Shall we?" He holds his arm out. Such a gentleman. Why aren't all guys like this? Mario never did things like this for me. No. No, Meredith. We are not about to think about Mario and his fuckery. 

"I'm following you."

We walk into the lobby. The ceiling looks like it goes on forever. It smells of fresh linen and roses.

"This is gorgeous." I am suddenly stopped by a hostess.

"Welcome back Mr. Jones. Your usual?" She is standing in front of us with a tray. Jack and coke for Irv, a glass my favorite red wine.

"Thank you Morgan."  Irv hands me my glass and we make our way to the elevators. 

"Thank you" I flash him sweet smile. Our eyes lock. Instant heat builds within me. His wonderfully made honey brown eyes looking down at me, burning, just like they were we when we spent our first weekend together.

My. My. My. I remember what happened the last time he looked at me like that. The ding of the elevator brings me out of my thoughts. We step into it together,  his hands firmly placed on my hips. Even with the slightest touch, the strength in his hands cannot be denied. The elevator stops on the 17th floor. We walk out, Irv holding my hand and leading the way. He opens the door to his room. I gasp.

"Oh my." The room was phenomenal. A huge window in the sitting area looks out onto the city. Marble floors, quartz counter tops, handcrafted light fixtures. In the bedroom is a mammoth of a bed, covered in crisp white sheets. There is a balcony off to the right. The bathroom has a jetted tub and separate shower with a waterfall showerhead. This place was made for making babies. The feel of romance fills the air. On the bed, are three bags. One from Victoria Secret, another from Chanel, and one more from Starship. I walk over to the side of the bed and sit. 

"These are for me?" I reach to grab the Chanel bag.

"First, I have to properly say hello."

Instantly, I felt my breathing pick up pace. Irv is walking over as he begins to undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt. 

"Whoa. Wait! Don't we have dinner in an hour?" I have climbed completely onto the bed. Irv standing directly in front of my. Chest out. Eyes radiating desire.  Package screaming to be let out.

"Don't worry. I will feed you."

One swift motion, and I was on my back.  He grabs my leggings and begins to slowly pull them down, revealing the purple Victoria secret thong from this year summer's collection.

"Nice." His voice is low. Licking his lips, he continues to undress me. He signals me to move further across the bed. I lay in my tank top and thong, watching this man undo his belt, kick off his shoes, and release the beast from captivity. Didn't realize it until that moment: the d**k was what I was missing, what I needed. I begin to feel the flood gates open. He bends down and softly places kisses on my stomach. 

Anxious. Ready.

His kisses move further down as he slides my thong off. 

"I've missed her." The hum of those words could be felt on the top of my Lucy, and sent a jolt through my body.

"Why don't you show her how much you've missed her." I whisper. 

"Show her?" His voice was deeper than ever.

"Yes" I moaned.

Irv climbs on top of the bed, takes my legs, spreads them apart. Without any warning, my Lucy opens her doors and he slides right in. Welcome home, Lucy's boo. He is deliberate in his strokes. Taking his time. Savoring every moment. With every thrust there is added force, pressure growing as the tip of his d**k curves just enough to hit my hidden spots. 

My moans are getting louder. Our breathing getting heavier together. I realize that he is making his way towards the edge of the bed and bringing me along with him, never losing connection, never missing a beat. He takes my hands and puts them around his neck.

"Hold on." He stands up, picking. me up and turns, putting my back against the wall. All of his glory is engulfed and a moan comes from depths I didn't know existed. He braced me with my back against wall and his arms supporting my weight and gave me all he had.

"Tell me you missed this! Tell me you missed me f*****g you!" 

"I missed it! I MISSED IT!" I yelled.

"Can't nobody f**k her like me. Remember that!"

"Shut up Irv!! I don't want to hear that s**t!"

"Oh! So we hot s**t now huh?" Irv took me off the wall, laid me on the bed.

"Turn that ass over!" I turn over. He smacked my ass cheeks. He is standing at the side of the bed. I look back to see his erection in full view.  He pulls me to him as he dives back in. 

"Ahhhh!!"

"Shut that s**t up!"

Pound after pound. He hit me with all of his goodness.

"Come for me Meredith. Say it!! Say your coming for me!"

"IRV!!! IRV!!!" and with one final thrust, all of my Mario frustrations, finals, Sasha...It all came out. 

"FUCKKK!!" I was seeing the little black spots I had seen when I found Mario and Sasha together. This time no tears, just pure bliss. He busted and I creamed. We both topple over, each covered in the others juices. I glance at the clock.

"It's 8o'clock." I said as I try put my soul back into my body.

"We've got time. Come. Time for a shower and round two."

At that moment I knew, there were never any plans to go to dinner. I was dinner and dessert.