A Treacherous journey

How it started

I met Lance two years ago. Fern and I were at our favorite restaurant Gio having drinks and soaking up the beautiful Florida sunshine.

Now, I’m a pretty shy person until I get to know you and usually wouldn’t talk to some rando guy, but the bottomless mimosas had been flowing and I was feeling myself that day. When Lance and his crew walked in he immediately caught my eye. He was fitted from head to toe and was wearing my favorite color, blue. He had to be about 6 “1 with deep brown eyes and a head full of dark lush curls faded on the sides.

“Fern hotties at 12 o’clock.” Fern lowers her glasses and shrugs, “Meh,” she says and goes back to her drink. With all that liquid courage in my system, I was hyped to go over and flirt so I did.

“I like your fit, blue looks good on you,” I write on my napkin and send it over with a beer. Lance reads the note and looks around the room to find his secret admirer. When he looks my way I wave and head over.

“Well hello beautiful, my name is Lance, did you send me this?” holding the napkin. “I did,” Smiling shyly but leaning in trying to place his intoxicating scent. He smelled like fresh cotton and vanilla.

“What’s your name, with those gorgeous eyes,” as he says it he touches my face lightly by the chin. That small gesture gave me a tingle up my spine and made me want him even more. “Cassie, and it’s nice to meet you Lance.”

We chatted for the rest of the day until Fern came over to say she was ready to go, I had completely forgotten about her. I gave Lance my number and told him to call me.

As we were getting into the car I got a text from Lance, “ lock me in, Lance <3,”

“Dang that was fast,” Fern says as she looks over my shoulder. “He’s a little needy for me.” I just ignore her, and locked him in anyway. He messaged again before we got home, “wyd,” a little red flag goes up in my mind. “Wow, he thirsty AF, most dudes at least wait a day, he already a bug a boo.” Fern says with an attitude. “It’s been ten minutes since we left, he’s trying too hard.”

I ignore her partly because it’s been awhile since I dated or was really attracted to anyone and I just felt like we had chemistry. “I like a man that knows what he wants and goes after it,” I defend, messaging him back “just getting home.”

From that day on we talked every day, whenever we had a chance. He would send me cute little texts with cute sayings and pictures of us we had taken. I was smitten and decided to not be too critical and I let those warning signs go right on by.

As we got to know each other he told me about his life growing up with a single dad who was pretty young when Lance was born and how they ended up in Florida. I told him about growing up as the oldest of three to a single mother who tried her very best but just couldn’t commit the time she would like to, to her family. “My dad was just not around enough to be of help and we struggled,” I told Lance as we lay in bed at his place and he held me and stroked my hair. “We were poor and school was torture, with hand me downs and thrift store shoes, we might as well have had a huge target on our backs and the bullying was relentless,” as I thought back on those difficult times. I found myself pouring out my soul to him and he seemed to care deeply and had a similar story. He told me about how his mother was addicted to drugs and would only come back into their lives to steal and drag his dad back into their dysfunctional relationship. “My dad never recovered from the heartbreak of my mom leaving us, he has never dated again.” I rolled over to look him in the eye to see tears that he tried to hide. I could tell he loved but resented his mom and I wished I could show him that not all women were like that. As we lay there holding each other, I knew I was falling hard for him, at the same time I felt like maybe we were moving too fast but I pushed that idea out of my mind. I found myself over sharing with him sometimes and knew I needed to let things grow in its own time.

That night was our first time together and it was like nothing I had experienced before, Lance was adventurous and I liked it. He rolled me over onto my stomach and started in my hair slowly massaging my scalp, then neck, down my arms and stroked me up and down my back. His touch sent waves of pleasure into my core and I unconsciously started to grind my hips up and down imagine him riding me slowly from the back. He continued to explore my body with his hands and lips. He kissed the curve in the small of my back before he playfully nipped my ass with his teeth and continued to fondle me. With both hands he grabbed both cheeks and began to knead and squeeze me like dough. Suddenly he spread my ass and put his entire face into my crack and licked and sucked enthusiastically. I had never had anyone put their mouth there and the sensation was electric, sizzling through me pushing me to the edge of Orgasm as he plunged his tongue into my asshole over and over. I lost myself and pressed my rear into his face, he responded by pressing even harder and licking even faster. I came all over his face and he acted as if it was his last gourmet meal slurping up my juices like a fine wine. He rolled me over and kissed me and asked me did I like it. “Let me show you how much,” I said as I grabbed his thick manhood. I slowly licked the tip of his rod teasing and rubbing as I went. He let out a nasty moan, as I worked my way down to his base. I cupped his balls and slowly sucked each one into my mouth. “Dam baby,” he cried out. As I slowly rubbed circles on his soft sack, I clenched and sucked on his tip and shaft at the same time. I could feel him twitch and shudder in my mouth as I increased my speed and force. As his c**k throbbed in my throat he grabbed my head and smashed his d**k even further into my mouth. We climaxed together, that last forceful thrust sent me over the edge and I swallowed all of his seed, something else I had never done.

As we lay together basking in each other’s pleasure I thought “so much for taking it slow.” But I didn’t care that was the best s*x I had ever had and I was hooked.

That was the start of a very active s*x life that my body began to crave over time. Lance seemed to be feeling the same as me and we spent a lot of time together. So much so Fern started to call us Lassie. “Fern really,” I asked the first time she said it. She just laughed, “well I had to give you a couples name and this is perfect!” Fern was laughing now but she had not really liked Lance from the beginning and I knew she thought we were spending too much time together. “ Relationships are great Cass but you can’t lose yourself completely in someone else.” I got what she was saying but felt like it had more to do with not liking Lance than anything. “For real you have completely stopped doing things you loved to do before him. When was the last time you drew anything?” she questioned. I loved to draw and sometimes painted as well but it had been awhile. “ when was the last time we hung out without him,” she asks with her lips in a pout. She was right but I had just been enjoying my time with Lance, and he didn’t like to share me with anyone, not even my best friend. “You still have to have a life outside of your relationship, you blew me off for our annual girls day to be with him,” she says crossing her arms and giving me that pouty look again. “Look I will make sure I make some special BFF time ok?” This weekend I promise!! Fern’s face switches from pouty to concerned. “I’m just worried about you that’s all,” she says with genuine concern on her face. “I’m so good right now, you have nothing to worry about boo!” But in the back of my mind I knew it wasn’t fully true. There were little things about Lance that had slowly surfaced that made me uncomfortable.

He actually hated Fern, and I really didn’t know why other than the fact that I spent time with her. He would make little comments about her and make judgments about her that I didn’t understand. About 6 months into us dating he just started in on her. “What’s Ferns deal?” He asked. I asked him what he meant. “She thinks she’s better than everyone else,” he says “ and she hella nosy she always got something to say about us.” I tried to defend my friend, “Fern is just looking out for me that’s all, she has always had my back since high school.” He doesn’t let up, “Well she’s taking time away from me and you, I know you going to take care of that though.” I look at him with surprise “what does that mean?” “Nothing he says shaking his head. Since then it’s like they have been at war and I’m stuck in the middle. Lance finds any reason to start in with her and she never holds back on defending herself. “Lance I knew you were a control freak the day y’all met. I think my exact words were bugga boo.” She says with a fake smile. “You won’t let my girl breath and I don’t know why she lets you do it,” pulling me into their drama. We were all playing a game of spades enjoying some drinks when things went all the way left. Jackson jumps in, “ babe it’s the drinks talking, let’s finish the game,” he says trying to defuse the situation. Lance won’t let it go either, “ Cassie is not complaining, just you.” He says not even looking up at her dismissing her words. “You got a whole man and you worried about us, something must be wrong with your relationship, probably cause you focused over here.” Jackson is starting to get pissed now, “don’t talk to my lady like that man, y’all both disrespectful right now, calm down and drop it!” He raises his voice. Lance gets up, “I’m out,” he says throwing his cards down and getting up to leave. He looks at me, “you coming?” He asks. I’m in shock, we were having a good time now we were in world war three. “Babe I try to soothe, “ let’s just sit back down and relax,” before I could finish he just walked off. As he is leaving I find myself going after him while Fern yells, “let his punk ass leave, what kind of man talks to a woman like that!” I catch up to him as he gets to the front door he just says, “I see who’s back you got,” and slams the door in my face. Jackson comes over and says, “just let him go, he needs to cool off.” I can tell Jackson is mad and wanted to say more but he goes over to Fern and gives her a hug. “f**k him, babe.” As he kisses and comforts her. “What the f**k was that?” Jackson asked out of frustration. He looks at Fern, “what is up with you guys, this fighting like cats and dogs is getting worse, what’s your problem with Lance?” “I just don’t trust him, he gives off bad vibes and has been off from the start to me.” Turning to me as she says it with conviction and sadness in her eyes. “He says and does small disrespectful things and he is not always nice to you Cass.” Which is kind of true, there have been times where I’m just taken aback by the things he says, but he always apologized and explained himself, so I had been letting it go. After tonight I had a lot of thinking to do.

After Jackson left Fern just came over and hugged me, “I’m really sorry sis, you know I love you and I want to get along with Lance but he just irks me. Look at tonight he just stormed out not giving one solitary f**k about you or your feelings.” Which I also thought was true but didn’t say anything, I just hugged her back hard and headed to my room.

As I lay in my bed thinking about what happened my phone beeps letting me know I have a text. It’s Lance, “ babe I’m just trying to reach out to you after all the BS tonight.” I just wasn’t in the mood to talk so I left it on read.

Fern knocks, “can I come in? I have liquor and ice cream, your favorite Rocky road,” she sing songs at the door. I ignore her too. I needed to be alone I would deal with them both in the morning. I turn on some Sade’ and I just let the music carry me away. “Toooo busy thinking, love is a gun,” Sade swoons hitting a nerve in me. Lance creeps into my mind and although I’m mad at him I also miss him. I have a lot of thinking to do. I close my eyes and drift, eventually falling into a deep sleep and I dreamed of Lance. This was going to be so hard.