Friends: Desire and Deceit

Casey & Terri - Priorities Look at this meticulously carved, delectably sweetened, smooth to the touch and silky to the taste statue of a man standing in front of me - no wonder why I had to call out. Yup, they can do without me at work,  but  Lord knows I am not about to come up for air from this MAN today. With cheekbones that could draw lines on a page and eyes so barbaric that lionesses surrender without challenge; and that is what I am, at this moment - helpless and vulnerable but wanting and in desire of being captured by my predator. He is looking at me while honing his craft. Sliding his moist fleshy tongue slowly along that sheath, canopying the Sour Diesel guaranteed to get him faded. I know what is coming and he sees the fear and excitement in my eyes and smirks. The air thickens in this small ass apartment and heat builds between my legs. I want him. Here. Right now. I sprang off the bed and moved to him sitting in the loveseat. Merino ripped down his chest and I straddled him, pressing my heated flesh against his arm-length member as he rose. He releases a puff of smoke and places the spliff on the glass table. I am sucking face at this point, biting and licking his lips.  With both hands, he grabs my ass and shifts to his feet. I wrap my legs around his waist as we move towards the kitchen counter where he drops to his knees and goes straight for the sweet spot. I am immobile for a moment, twitching and squirming, then I gasp for air. I grab the back of his head and grind on his face faster and faster as my body is quivering uncontrollably. He is so sure. He knows my body so well. How is he doing this to me? Oh f**k!!! "Yes!!" I screamed as I hit my peak and oozed satisfaction.  He stood up, face glazed and said, "Who's your daddy? Turn the f**k over." Immediately I melted, Casey was the best I have ever had. There was nothing like some mind-blowing s*x in the afternoon after blowing off work, to awaken an appetite and, since he has to go hang with the guys, I figured, why not call up Bre for brunch.  As I cruised down Boston Road, enjoying the beginning breeze of spring. The sun stretched through clouds, heating up the air just enough to only need a light sweater. Today was such a perfect day, or at least it was for me as long as I kept up the facade, believing that no one was seeing what was happening below the surface.  With the windows partially down and the sunroof slightly opened, I accepted how alive I felt at that moment with my man by my side.  "Bye baby!" I yelled from my Crossover as he closed the door and headed off to the guys. He blew me an air kiss as I slid on my shades and drove off.   "Hey Bre, are you working today?" I asked hopefully. "I took the day off, so you wanna go grab some food? Come on...we need to catch up!" "As long as you are buying, I'm free. Wait - who is coming?" She demanded and I knew she was referring to Casey. She was not a fan. "Relax... Casey is not coming. It's just us." "Ok kool. You're picking me up, right?" "Duh! How else are you going to get there?” (hisses teeth) “See you in 20." As I drove across town, I could not help but feel conflicted. Damn Terri, you know you need to work everyday this week because those bills are piling up and rent is due very soon. s**t, you are so hooked on the D, that you forgot all about your plan. Now you have to work overtime to make up for these frigging missed hours. I refuse to stress out about simple s**t today. I'm going to have a nice, chilling day with my girl, eat some food, damn the calories. My diet was just put on hold.  Besides, I already had my daily workout with Casey this morning. That man can go for hours. I am such a lucky girl. After a workout like that, I needed food. Brunch with Bre - Chilling with my girl Driving up Moshula Parkway, I admired the clusters of centurion trees for miles ahead. Branches were out-stretched with limbs supporting their young, a true family structure. I marvel at the thought of being engulfed in dandelion and crabgrass weeds aromatized in pine and cherry as the landscapes deliver me to Bre just off of Park Hill Avenue. Simple things such as nature can seem so foreign to us because we spend most of our time enclosed in buildings.  To embrace the slight chill in the air swishing by as I cruised ahead in one of my few accomplishments,  hues of golden brown and orange folioles brushed against the windshield and a few flipped onto the dashboard and even on to my lap. Spring, by far, was the best season if I could just get past the itchy eyes and running nose everyday. As I exited the highway and made two right turns and a sharp left, I pulled up to the second house on Marcus Garvey Drive. I heard her before I saw her. "You sure took your time...20 minutes my ass," she stands, pouting with the valley-girl duck face on. "Oh, shut up and get in. It's not like you had anything to do today." I mocked.   Bre is my girl, but she was always making plans for the next move but never really went anywhere. I have known her since high school and as long as I can remember, she had no challenges meeting or keeping guys. They flocked to her like bees to pollen, which was no surprise. Her physique was amazing. She had feline eyes, soft sable skin and pierced sultry lips. Her frame is small with toned legs from running track back in school, and her breasts were so perky that they commanded double takes.  I wished for so long that my boobs looked like that. She received the kind of attention from men that made grown women tighten their grip on their spouses whenever she came around, but her eyes wondered. She craved that kind of attention all the time and sometimes from different people at the same time - options were what she called them.  For a long time, I thought that was why we got along so well when she was not with our other friends. We had similar ways and mindsets that other people did not understand and that was great. But the closer we got, I realized that our mindset was just a coincidence and we were just lucky to have found each other. I have so much on my mind and Bre was the perfect person to hang with because she never judges. She was the one friend I had that fueled my bad habits, unlike Toni who was my voice of reason. Toni was Ms. Rationale. She had a need to break down everything into facts and logic. I love her but, sometimes I just wanted to be encouraged to do what I know was wrong, just because...and Bre gave me that. "So where are we headed?" "Let's be big kids today, Bre. I was thinking about Clarkys." " I needed the break anyway, so Clarky's sounds like fun." She seemed distracted. Where has that mind wandered off to now? "So I see you’re still f*****g with Casey. I smelled his cologne in here the moment I sat down. I think you did cut him off." Her Caribbean dialect always slips out when she is annoyed. "Listen, I am not in the mood for this. Things are complicated between me and Casey, you know this." "Fine." Long pause. "I'm not criticizing you, I was just asking because of what you did say." "So, me wondering Terri, how come you off today? Don't you work every Thursday?" Hesitantly, without looking her in the eye, I responded, "Something came up." "More like someone came up. Let me guess, Casey?"  Damn, am I that transparent? "Dammit Bre, it's not what you think. I just needed a day to rest." "Uh-huh sure you did. I bet you guys f****d all night? I bet you did, didn't you?" She snarled at me. "... Well, not the whole night....but most of it...that man knows his shit." " Yea, that's what you keep saying. Girl, I have to live through you for this s**t. I haven't been mind-blown in... s**t, I can't even remember when. I need help don't I?" "Not really, you just need to be more open-minded about what you want. You know what I mean?" "Profile me Terri. Tell me what I need." "All I'm saying is you may have more opportunities at getting some if you are more open about who you get it from." As I tried to deliver my message through not-so subtle hints, I gently brushed my hands against hers. She doesn't seem aware as yet, but I persisted carefully, making sure I did not unsettle our friendship but to gauge her mindset about this. I know if I ever decided to give into this, it would have to be with someone like Bre who gets it and won't judge me and then we could hopefully laugh about it afterwards.  Now, how the hell am I going to say this to her? For now, we could enjoy some good southern food and have some much needed girl time.