Couples of South Pointe Lake

20. Morning After

His eyes blinked open to the fascinating idea that was suddenly knocking in his head, telling him that something odd was happening now.  He had no notion as regards to what or how he arrived at that numbing conclusion.  Merely by some innate, stubborn instinct did Bobby ‘Red’ Van Houten sense that something was off, and it had nothing to do with him.

Red blubbered air through his lips like a balloon letting off helium, and rolled over his side of the bed toward the center.  He stretched his arm across but encountered nothing but a pillow.  That got his immediate attention, and he raised his head and realized that side of the bed was empty.  Then his nose inhaled a peculiar sweet vanilla fragrance he knew could only belong to Bella.  

When the f**k did I buy her a perfume?  And how far back was that?

There was a distinct noise coming from the bathroom.  She was probably in there taking a s**t.  He snickered at the image of Bella stuck with her fat ass on the toilet, and that seconds later, she would yell for him to come help dig her out. He would come to her aid, of course, but not before taking pains to laugh his head off for a while.

Red reached for his watch and smiled when he saw the time.  It was 7:16 a.m., on a f*****g Saturday.  He had all the time in the world to stay at home and smoke what remained of his stash of weed and get lazy however he wanted.  He stretched his feet under the covers and cracked a wide yawn and flexed his arms.  He grabbed Bella’s pillow and dumped it on his face, not wanting to observe the morning sunshine streaming in through the window.

There was the sound of a toilet flushing, then the bathroom door opened and out came Bella.  She was decked in a tight blouse, jeans, and ankle booths.  Her perfume fragrance filled the room, too pungent for Red to ignore as he threw aside the pillow and raised himself on his elbows while assessing her feature.  Sleep disappeared from his eyes as he lay there observing her.  How long had it been since he appreciated Bella the way she was right now.  She didn’t just look good but smelled good, too.  He sat up on the bed, and his hand grabbed his crotch and was rewarded with the huge b***r he was sporting down there.  Red was careful not to let her know what he was feeling, though.  He knew Bella would laugh her head off to think that she could still arouse him after all these years.  The thought of her cackling at his misery would definitely kill his mood for the day.  No way was he going to grant her that satisfaction, not when he could creep up on her right now and rip her out of her blouse and take her as only a real man would.  He would give her the right type of f*****g to wipe the smirk off her face for the remainder of the weekend.  Gaddamn it!  The b***h was still his f*****g wife after all; no way she would deny that!  But even with him telling himself that, let him know there wasn’t any chance of him crossing that line to dominate her.  Their marriage was barely nonexistent.  They ought to have gotten a divorce years ago and gone their separate ways.  Anything than waking up and getting to see the fat pig prance about the house all day.  

Damnmit, was she his wife or not?  It was his f*****g right to decide whether to f**k her or not. 

Bella stood before a large mirror, applying her lipstick while humming a tune to herself while making as if she was alone in the room.  She knew Bobby was up and admiring her.  That was good.  She wanted him to look and take a good look at all what he was missing.  No way he was getting his hands on this—that ship sailed from the harbor a long time ago.  Harold, though, would get a kick at seeing her today.

Bella threw her lipstick into her handbag, then wrapped a scarf around her neck.

“I’m off,” she said as she turned around to look at Red.  “I brewed some coffee in the kitchen, and your breakfast’s in the fridge.  You know what to do.”

“Yeah,” he murmured while once again cracking a yawn.  “Where you off to dressed like that?”

“Where else would I be going except work,” she said.

“I never thought you worked Saturdays.”

“We can use the extra dough around here.”

“Oh.  How come you ain’t never mentioned this before?”

She gave him a snide look.  “Like you’d do the same about getting your ass arrested over some dumb s**t.  Deal with it.”

That got the satisfactory result of rousing Bobby’s anger, as he flung off the covers and shot off the bed.  Bella slung her handbag over her should, not paying him any mind as she strutted out of the room.

“You’re gonna take that back,” Red growled.

Bella made like she didn’t hear him.  Bobby growled and threw jabs at the air before rushing after her.

Bella made it to the living room as Bobby charged after her, then came and grabbed her arm. 

“Didn’t you f*****g hear me?” he roared.  “I said you’re gonna take back that f*****g statement or else.” 

He was fuming and breathing hard as he waited on her, but it bore little impact on Bella, who stood her ground and matched his stare.  

“Oh yeah, I’ll f*****g take it back, Red,” Bella snapped back.  “I’ll take everything back after you man up and tell me beforehand next time you’re gonna crash the night in a slammer.  You do that next time, and then maybe I’ll think about giving you a listening ear.”  She freed his grip from her arm.  “And don’t forget to mow the yard,” she added, then headed for the door.

Bobby was stunned and simultaneously indecisive of what action to take as he watched her leave the house.  What he wanted to do was chase after her and beat the crap out of her in the middle of the street.  Red approached the door and wrenched it open, about to cross the threshold, but stopped when a figment of common sense stopped him in his tracks.  He happened to look down, and his face got numbed with shocking surprise when he saw his hard-on pressing against his shorts.  Red turned into a meek lamb instantly and slipped back into the home and shut the door.  He scratched his head while contemplated what to do about Bella’s stubbornness.  Then came a rumble in his stomach, and that put aside his quarrel with her for another time.  

“I’ll f*****g deal with that f*****g b***h later,” he muttered with spite as he went toward the kitchen to search for his breakfast.  At least the fat b***h didn’t forget about leaving some grub. 

Red grabbed at his crotch and was relieved that his p***s had shrunk back asleep.  Still, it felt kind of disappointing—he could have used some good f**k to jumpstart his morning.  No matter, he would make himself some coffee to go with his breakfast.  Breakfast first, and then head back to the room and roll himself some joint . . . and who knows what might happen later.  Great way to kick off Saturday, he thought.

*             *          *

Becca awoke to a gorgeous Saturday morning.  She was brimming with happiness as today, unlike most other days, she had a man occupying her bed with her, asleep.  A handsome black gentleman.  No, no, she corrected herself.  Ray hadbeen a gentleman when they went out for dinner yesterday evening.  When he took her home last night, he had been anything but a gentleman; he had been a f*****g tiger!

Becca rolled over onto her left arm, untangling her feet from the jumbled up bed covers before sliding off the bed to sit upright.  Her upper body throbbed with aches, plus she was sporting bite marks on her upper arm and shoulders.  Her p***y felt dry and sour—last night had been one amazing workout after another.  It had been everything she had expected and more; the stairs had aligned perfectly for her.  Becca felt as if someone had compressed her body through a laundry machine.  She reached for her glass case on her bedside table and took out her glasses and wore it.

Yellow sunlight streamed past her curtains, highlighting warm brightness across the floor toward her feet.  Becca gazed about her bedroom as she was apt to do every morning she awoke.  Everything was as it had been, but for the first time, everything about the room appeared different to her eyes.  It was as if the façade had peeled off sometime during the night, and she was now viewing it as she should have since.  It astounded her at how fast her life had changed within hours, all because of one encounter.  Still sizing up the room, Becca perceived that this was the bedroom of a woman still grasping at the fringes of her teenage life.  It bore nothing that spoke a mature woman’s life as she always despaired of portraying herself.  

Becca stretched her arm toward the ray of sunlight and soaked in its brilliance.  She took comfort in the heat and loved the way it made her skin appear pale.  She turned to gaze at Ray’s backside.  Her eyes examined his shoulder muscles, down to his arms.  She loved the sight of his black skin and fought back the temptation to trace her finger from the outline curve of his spine down to his pelvic waist.  Images of last night’s wanton lovemaking played vividly before her eyes.  The pulse of his c**k pounding her p***y had been incredible.  To think that she could even attempt sucking it.  Her orgasm had been equally fantastic; the whole time, he never stopped f*****g her.  She must have screamed and screamed until she nearly blanked out.  His c**k had shattered every image she bore in her head regarding what being with a masculine man looked and felt like.  Becca declared to herself that not all man could be considered as totally masculine.  Some were raised by mothers to become nothing but inclusive mother’s boys.  Likewise, many out there are too bewildered as to what level of manliness they belonged or should be.  Ray, in her opinion, didn’t suffer such confusion.  He had been one hundred percent masculine—a genuine superman—the entire time they f****d.  Thinking about last night enticed her to want to wake him up for one last round before he decided to leave.

As if he had perceived wind of her thoughts, Ray abruptly came awake.  He lifted his head and looked everywhere before settling his eyes on her.  Becca was momentarily startled, as she then remembered that she was naked.  But then again, her life had changed overnight, and there was no chance of her returning to her previous self.  Her previous self would have been quick to snatch up the covers to her chest, but this new her seemed disinclined to do that.  She turned on the bed toward him and spread her legs so he would see everything of her and not dare look away.  

What else of her body could there possibly be to hide from him after last night?

“Hi,” he muttered.

“Good morning,” she smiled bashfully.  “I was kinda hoping you won’t wake up so early.”

“I’m usually an early riser,” he said, then stretched his limbs.  “Man, feels like I wanna sleep the entire year.”

“You know you can do that if you want,” she said, then quickly added, “It’s a Saturday, and if you’re not in any hurry to leave or go somewhere, you might as well stay in my bed.”

“Nah, I’ve got to take my leave, for sure.  Besides, I won’t want to have stick around for your white boyfriend who’s coming to look for you.”

She blushed at the thought of that.  “I’ve got no boyfriends.  And I did enjoy everything about last night.”

“Same here,” Ray acknowledged.  “But that’s damn weird.  How come a pretty lass like you ain’t got no BF?”

Becca couldn’t think of a credible answer to give him.  She shrugged instead and said, “I guess I wasn’t that lucky.”  

“Please,” said Ray.  “Either you weren’t looking, or you couldn’t make your mind on what you want.  Luck ain’t got nothing to do with it.  Any woman can get any man she wants if she so dares.”

“If she so dares what?”

“Yeah.  If she so dares to find one.”

“Hmm.  I guess it never occurred to me.  You care for breakfast?”

Ray yawned, then swept the covers off him.  Becca came off the bed and found herself a pair of panties to wear, then turned and was surprised to see Ray standing there naked; his c**k swung each side with his movement.  Ray caught her stare and smiled as he imagined what was formulating in her head.  For Becca, it was hard steering eyes from the sight of his p***s.

“We’re gonna get hungry if you don’t lead the way,” Ray said.

“Oh, yeah.  Sure,” Becca blushed once more and pushed her glasses up her nose.  She took her phone with her and led the way toward the kitchen.

Becca filled a kettle with water and placed it on the stove, and checked her phone while waiting.  She had few messages, the important ones being from her boss, and the other from her mom.  Her mom’s text was simply that she should call when possible.  Becca wondered what her mom would make of someone like Ray?  Won’t that be a hoot, calling up her mom and telling her about what was ongoing now with her s*x life.  Oh, if only . . .

Blondie’s message stated for Becca to give her a call.  Becca checked the time, then took the heated kettle off the stove before dialing her boss.  

Blondie came on seconds later.  “Good morning, Becca.  I’d like it if you remembered to get done sending that Crystal Clear memo regarding the last supply batch.  I don’t know if you had already yesterday, but I’m also going to need you to resend another mail for a forthcoming supply next weekend . . . ”

Becca nodded in response and gave back curt responses while taking mental note of what her boss demanded.  She looked out of her window, unaware of Ray getting up from his chair and coming around toward her.  She jerked back when she felt his hands caress her breasts from underneath her arms and looked over her shoulder to see Ray smiling mischievously at her. 

He indicated at her to keep talking.

“What?” Becca mouthed.  “What are you—”

“No talk,” he whispered.  “Just keep on talking.”

Becca returned to focus on what Blondie was saying to her.  “Yes, yes, ma’am.  I’m still with you.  Of course, I am.”

Ray’s hands left her t**s and settled on her hips.  Becca tensed as she felt something familiar brush against her buttock.  Ray was breathing against her back as he made her lean closer toward the window, and then his hands grasped her butt cheeks.  Becca didn’t need a soothsayer to tell her what his intention was about.  

“No,” she gasped, and shook her head.

“No?” asked Blondie’s voice penetrated her thoughts.  “Becca, what was that you said?”

Becca got jarred back to her phone.  “No . . . I mean, no, ma’am.  I’m sorry.  I was thinking about something else. I’m with you . . . yes, I’ll look into that next Saturday.”  She swept her hair from her face while attempting to compose herself.

Becca bit down on her lip as she felt Ray’s p***s brush against her vulva.  Ray led her away from the window to then lean against her kitchen counter.  He tried to drive his c**k between her butt cheeks but kept missing his aim.  Becca lifted her leg onto the counter and reached down to grasp his p***s and insert it where it ought to go.  She gripped her phone tighter and grabbed hold of the sink’s faucet as he worked his p***s inside her.  Her employer was still tattling on the phone while Becca pretended to be listening.  She clutched her hand to her mouth to prevent her from gasping aloud as Ray gripped her hip and slid further into her p***y.  

Becca couldn’t hold out for long as she suddenly let go of her phone and grabbed hold of whatever her hand could find to stem down her lust.  By this time, Ray was f*****g her steady.  He grabbed a fistful of her hair and grasped a handful of her buttock while maintaining his thrusts.  Becca didn’t hold back anymore as his c**k tore through her v****a.  Her face curled into a mask of unbridled lust and pain.

“Awwhhh,” she yelped.  Her face contorted into a rictus of lust and pain while she continued grabbing hold of the counter’s edge.  “Aahhh . . . Aahhh my God, you’re so f*****g big!”

“Yeah,” Ray gasped.  “I knew you’d get to loving it.”  He kissed the side of her neck.  “Ain’t like nothing you’ve had before, is it?”

It was unlike anything Becca had ever had in her life.  She found herself genuinely lost to the passion of being f****d; she couldn’t summon the strength to utter the words.   She could do nothing except take the pounding he was giving her and pray he didn’t end up ripping her apart.