The Sex Opera ...Season 2

Friday, July 21, 2006

Chapter 4, part 4

“Of course I do. Come on in.”

Parker escorted the detectives inside and showed them a candid shot of Jaleesa that he kept in the kitchen utility drawer. The detectives looked at the picture and smiled before handing it back.

“Your wife looks in good shape. Is she a runner?”

“Yes she it. She prides herself in staying in shape.”

“It must have been nice having such a beautiful woman.”

“There were its perks. But I’m sure you detectives didn’t come all this way to ogle my wife, why are you here?”

“Wow! Look at those earrings. That must’ve sent you back a pretty penny.”

Parker didn’t respond.

“Listen, we have reason to believe that you’re wife might have been at the scene before the victim’s demise.”

“Well, being that they were an item, yes she was in the apartment, however, anything you find in his apartment would be circumstantial because she lived with him for a short period of time. Once he started showing he wasn’t of good character, my estranged wife left him and moved out. Simple as that.”

Detective Owens jotted down a few notes. “Well, I think we have enough here.” The detective reached inside his blazer and extracted a business card. “If you can think of anything that can be a help to us, please be sure to give me a call. My mobile number is on there.”

“I’ll be sure to do that,” Parker said as he accepted the card.

The detectives walked to their unmarked vehicle, climbed back inside the car and coasted to the curbside. Parker grabbed Tyler hoisted him on his shoulders and carried him into the house.

“We got to find this Miss Jaleesa Patterson and ask her a few questions,” Owens said before stepping off the porch. “I believe she may hold a key to this case.”


Jaleesa and Brad slept soundly in bed until she heard his cell phone chiming from the living room. She peeled open her eyes only to see Brad resting comforting on the pillow next to hers. She lifted his arm from her waist and gently placed it on the bed. He mumbled something in his sleep as she slid off the bed.

Still wet between her legs, she quietly stepped out the room and into the hallway. The chiming grew louder the closer she walked toward the sofa.

Jaleesa picked up his pants and his cell phone fell from the clip and landed on the floor. She leaned over to gather the phone when Brad grabbed her around the waist and slammed her to the sofa.

“Shit! You scared the hell outta me!” she said as he tickled the back of her neck with his heavy breathing.

“You thought you were going to get away from me that easy?”

“No I was coming to get your phone. It woke me from my sleep.”

“Oh baby, I’m sorry.”

Jaleesa handed him the phone. Brad flipped it open and read the number out loud. “Oh man, it’s brother.”

“You have a brother?”

“Yup. I have a twin.”

“A twin?”

“Yes, Thad. I’m the oldest by three minutes.”

“Identical twins? You mean there’s two of you walking around?”

Brad chuckled. “Yes, what’s so hard about that to believe?”

“Nothings hard about it, its just I can’t imagine there being two of you, that’s all.”

“Well, one day maybe we can all sit down and have dinner together.”

Jaleesa’s mind wasn’t thinking about food, maybe being eaten but definitely, not chefs and other attendants. “Ah. That would be nice.”

As Brad listened to his voicemail, Jaleesa looked over his toned body and wondered if his brother was blessed with the same endowment. Brad was massive for a white man and he knew what it took to please a woman. She quickly shook off the thought of having them both in her bed as she rolled off the sofa and went back into the bedroom where Brad followed closely behind.

Thursday, July 20, 2006

Chapter 4, part 3

Parker and Tyler played like two schoolboys in the backyard. Tyler threw sand careless in his sandbox. Parker played the part of a big monster chomping at his son’s neck to keep him laughing and giggling. Tyler clapped his hands and crawled about the white sand freely trying to escape his father’s mighty grip.

The roar of an engine sounded from the driveway. Parker stood and dusted his knees as he walked toward the concrete slab. Footsteps approaching his back gate made him think it was someone he knew until he stepped behind the gated fence and didn’t recognize the men that walked toward him.

“Excuse me, can I help you?”

“Yes, we’re here for a Parker Patterson?”

“I’m Parker and you are?”

“Were with Detroit’s Homicide division. I’m detective Stephens and this is my partner, Detective Owens. We’re here to ask you some questions.”

“Will this require my attorney to be present?”

“No. We just have a few questions.”

“Okay.” Parker folded his arms across his chest and waited.

“We’re investigating the death of Mark Joseph. I’m sure you know who were speaking of.”

“Yes, I heard about it on the news. What does that have to do with me?”

“Well, we noticed that his body was covered with bruising and contusions. In those markings we found your DNA, can you explain this?”

“Yes, we got into an altercation. He came to my house a couple of nights ago and we had a fight. After I beat the hell out of him, he left. Nothing more.”

“When did this fight allegedly take place?”

“There was no allegedly. It was around ten or so that night.”

“Did anyone witness this fight?”

“Yes, my neighbor Brie and her boyfriend. They’ll tell you how he came over here, in my yard, being disrespectful, pulled a gun on me and I defended myself.”

“Can you tell us what the fight was about?”

“He disrespected my home.”

“What do you mean?”

“I had reason to believe that he broke in my home.”

“I see. This altercation didn’t by chance have anything to do with your estranged wife, now would it?”

Parker remained calm by flinching his fingers in and out. “No. I mean, there was some animosity between us because of his link to my wife but that wasn’t what initiated the fight. The man broke in my house.”

“So you mean to tell me that a man who had been sleeping with your wife didn’t deserve a good ass kicking?”

“I’m not saying that. You are.”

“Where’s your wife, Mister Patterson?”

“Well, you said it before she’s estranged. Meaning that we’re separated soon to be divorced and I don’t know where she is.”

“Do you have a picture of your wife?”

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Chapter 4, part 2

Frank gave Brie a bath. She never had a man bathe her before and she was quite upset that she waited so long for the royal treatment. Frank was the perfect gentleman. He took the time to disrobe her without yanking her out of her clothes; sent them down the laundry shoot while checking the temperature of the water. He lit candles all around the room, poured jasmine body oil in the sudsy water and had a pedicure kit waiting on the vanity complete with red nail polish.

As she soaked in a heavenly pool of hot water, the phone rang and snatched her out of her comfort zone. Frank ran from the room. Moments later he yelled if she wanted to accept the call.

“Who is it?” Brie asked with her eyes closed.

“It’s a Gertrude,” he answered.

Brie’s eyes opened as her stomach twisted, which forced her to sit up slightly and shake her head at Frank as he stood under the bathroom threshold with the phone pressed against his ear.

“Uhm, she’s in the shower right now. Can I get your number so she can call you back?” He asked as he left the room.

As he wrote down the information, Brie sat still wondering why Gertrude was calling after all these years. Gertrude was Brie’s sister-in-law. Gertrude was the high and mighty bitches that always thought Brie was beneath her brother’s standards. Being that she had a law degree and Brie was just a girl who got pregnant before she turned twenty-five, Gertrude accused Brie of trapping her baby brother into marriage. To a certain extent she was right because Brie felt Bruce has to accept his responsibilities. Gertrude, on the other hand, wrote Brie off before she knew anything about her.

Frank returned and took a seat next to the tub. “I put her number on the coffee table when you’re ready to give her a call.”

“Thanks.” Brie slipped further into the water, submerging her body deeper into the hot soapy pool.

“She didn’t sound very friendly. You want to tell me about her?”

“Gertrude is my ex husband’s sister. She’s a stuck bitch who thought I wasn’t good enough to be with her baby brother.”

“Ah. Protective sister.”

I shrugged. “If that’s what you want to call it.”

“I wonder why she’s calling you now. I’m sure she knows you two aren’t together anymore.”

“Yeah, she knows. So it remains to be seen what she wants.”

“Are you going to call her back?”

“Yes, after.”

“After what?” Frank smiled.

“After you finish bathing me and getting me back sticky again.”

“Whoahoa! Let’s hurry this along then!”

As he rubbed the oversized sponge against my legs and between my toes, I thought more about Gertrude and what she could possibly have to talk about after all these years.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Chapter 4, part 1

“That’s really not helping me much. As you see this guy was a regular ladies man. Trying to find the women he was with isn’t going to be an easy task. No one is going to come right and say I’ve been fucking a pimp.”

“Well, I can give you this much. I was able to gather some other DNA off the victim. He had skin under his nails that I’m still waiting for the results. Now notice here,” she pointed to the swollen area around his eye. “This man was in an altercation maybe shortly before he was assassinated. By looking at the impressions on his face, the knuckle circumference is equal to a man’s hand. Which would also explain the cracked ribs, bruised sternum, hair line fracture on the bridge of his nose, and multiply abrasions along the victim’s chin.”

Owens blew a short whistle. “Whewwww, somebody blew his shit out, huh? Guess he took his ass whooping like a man.”

“Yeah well, doesn’t look like he’s the one running around gloating about it either.”

As the ME pointed to the cuts and bruising along the ribcage, Owens noticed Greek lettering tattooed on the back of the hand. “Check this out,” he pointed to his hand. “Is this some type of fraternity insignia?”

“No. That would be branding and those usually placed on the shoulder or the side of the bicep. That tattoo looks more recent if you notice how the skin is still flaky from the healing process.”

“Yeah, I noticed that. If I can remember if think those are the letter JP.”

“Maybe it means something.”

“Maybe it does or it could be nothing. So what else you got for me?”

“I found this in the victim’s back pocket. Maybe it’s clue or one from his own collection, but I thought you’d be interested.”

She handed Owens an earring and he stared at for a few moment. His eyebrows raised and short smile erupted. “Linda, you’re an angel!” He kissed her on the forehead and sprinted away from the corpse. “I’ll talk to you later.”

“Sure thing,” she answered while covering the body with the linen.

Owens raced out the room and back to his desk where he saw his partner talking on his cell phone confirming a time. After he hung up the phone, he turned to Owens with a curious look.

“You remember that earring that was found at Mark’s apartment?”

“Yeah, that big ass 3 carat stone?”

“Well, look what the ME found in the victim’s back pocket?” He held the baggie in the air.

“The match?”

“If it’s not it’s very close to being identical. I bet you if we find the woman who lost this earring she could tell us something about this case that could blow this case wide open.”

“What is this Cinderella? Do you expect us to go around asking women if they lost an earring? That would be stupid. Women lose earrings every day.”

“Yeah, but not many women can afford this earring.”

Friday, July 14, 2006

Chapter 3, part 5

Owens stepped into the morgue hoping that his long time friend, Linda, the medical examiner, would have some good news for him. He whistled as he approached so that he wouldn’t scare her inadvertently. Even though she was used to working with cadavers, no one likes to be walked up on and not hear them approach.

Linda looked up from her paperwork and pulled her glasses down to the bridge of her nose. “Hey Owens, how’s it going?” she asked after she placed her pencil down.

“Things could be better Linda, wha’cha got for me?” Owens asked as he tucked his hands in his pockets.

“Several things actually. Come with me.” Linda pushed back from her desk and rose slowly from her chair. Owens followed closely behind where she led him into a cold room that smelled of strong chemicals.

Linda walked toward a chrome gurney that was occupied by a sheet-covered corpse. She snatched back the fabric, exposing the stiff remains of Jaleesa’s dead ex boyfriend. “Well as you can see, I had a bit of fun with this gentleman.” She reached for a pair of latex gloves from a nearby roll about. As she slipped on a pair she said, “Well, for starters, I did some tests on his blood, which tested positive of cocaine and marijuana.”

“Hmm-mmm.” Owens hummed, stepping to the opposite side of the corpse to face her as she spoke. “Were you able to get anything from the slugs expelled from the body?”

“The bullets came from a nine-millimeter automatic. Residue indicates that he was shot at very close range, less than twenty feet. There were no prints however, there are letters “WP” engraved on the head of the bullets.” She handed Frank one of the bullets from a clear plastic bag.”

“Hummph,” Owens said as he looked over the dismantled metal.

“Also, the victim had recently had sex with more than one partner because I was able to lift three different DNA samples from his penis, pubic area, and oral cavity.”

“Okay. Did any of those samples match with the under garments that were brought in?”

“Yes, they all matched. Now with the bedding, the sample wasn’t one of the three women.”


“Yes. There were traces of hair samples that I was also able to get from the sample, and again they did not match with the other three. So you have yourself at least four women who were in this apartment.”

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Chapter 3, part 4

The station house was filled with loud voices mostly from handcuffed persons crying for their lawyers or giving the arresting officers unpleasant words of delight. Owens looked amongst the dimly decorated office that he called home and noticed his partner making his way into the room. Detective Stephens strolled through the smoke-filled precinct carrying a brown paper bag and wearing a serious facial expression as he walked toward his desk. With acknowledging his friend and partner in crime fighting, he tossed the bag on his desk, reached in his shirt pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

Owens turned and stared at him with dead eyes. Stephens didn’t give into his demeaning glare and instead of responding he lit his cigarette and drew in a deep poof.

“What the fuck? Are you gonna keep stalling or are you gonna give me some damn news? Did the forensic techs uncover anything else in that damn apartment? Please tell me we have something other than a stained sheet and worn underwear? Please give me some good news here?” Owens said as he rose from his seat and stepped across the room toward the coffee maker.

“Well, there was a shell casing, hopefully we’ll be able to lift some prints off of it and get ourselves a lead.”

Owens poured himself his third cup of stale java, took a quick sip from his mug and licked his lips. “Okay, now we’re getting somewhere. How did it go when you interviewed the other tenants?”

Stephens uncoiled his bag, retrieved a pre-wrapped sandwich and placed it on a stack of manila folders. He leaned back and grabbed a mechanical pencil from the desk calendar and slid it behind his ear. “Not so good. Most of the people say they didn’t hear anything. Others say they never seen anyone ever come and go from the unit. There was one apartment across the hall that didn’t answer.”

Owens scratched his temple. “Hmm…what if that person saw something that can help us? Tell you what. Did you get a list of the tenants from the floor?”

“Of course I did,” Stephens answered before unwrapping his meal.

“Good. We’re going to go back there and see if we can catch up with that tenant.”

Stephens crumbled the waxed paper and shot it toward his wastebasket, which he missed by a foot. “Did you speak with the property manager to see whose names were on the lease?”

Owens lowered his mug. “Sure did. The victim is the only person listed on the lease; however, the security guard did tell me that there was one particular female that stayed longer than the others. He couldn’t remember her name but he swore he knows her face very well. He described her to me as having a banging body and didn’t fit in with the other tenants or visitors that came to the building.”

“So he had himself a prissy bitch?” Stephens asked as he leaned against his desk and bit into his sandwich.

Owens plopped back onto his seat, spilling a few drops onto his desk. He hurriedly grabbed a Kleenex from the tissue holder from his top drawer and dapped the area dry. He shot the moist toilette into the waste can and then relaxed back against his chair. He swiveled his chair around to kick his feet on the corner of the desktop and responded, “More or less, that’s what I took from conversation.”

With food particles gathered in the corners of his mouth, Stephens muffled, “Sounds like we need to know who that woman is and what she might have witnessed. Maybe she was in the apartment when this shit went down.”

Owens linked his fingers behind his head and stared at the water-stained ceiling. “Well, that’s going to be hard to say. The guard said it had been a while since he had seen the women so he assumed they were no longer an item. Unless we have some kind of concrete evidence that will link this woman to the scene, it’s going to be like looking for a toothpick in a lumberyard.”

Stephens wiped his mouth with his sleeve and chewed on one side of his mouth. “Well, we have damn near a half dozen panties. Maybe one of them is hers.”

“Yes, you’re right, but whose to say they aren’t just from his hoes he kept on a regular. But something tells me that this mystery woman was there. I don’t know. Call it a gut feeling. But if this woman knew he was a womanizer she has a reason to want to kill him.”

“Out all the underwear in the world, what makes you think that one of them was hers?”

Owens laughed and then leaned forward to face his friend. “Being that I’m a lingerie kind of guy I can tell you that what we recovered from the crime scene wouldn’t fit the description of this woman. The underwear we uncovered didn’t appear to be something a prissy woman would want against her skin, especially if she’s trying to be sexy.”

“What do you mean?”

“Typically women who take care of themselves wear the nice lacey doodads that make them feel like that spent some good money on themselves and will leave a man salivating at her presence. Now the ones we confiscated were on the Hanes Her Way line. Nothing to turn a man on if you know what I mean. Something quick to slip on and run to the store and do some shopping.”

“I see what you’re saying,” Stephens said, rubbing his chin and taking a heaping bite from his sandwich.

“From what I took from the security guard, this Mark character was one of a ladies’ man. He came everyday with a different dime piece on his arm and didn’t care who he disrespected when he spoke to them.”


“Oh yeah, he often had more than one woman on his arm according to the guard.”

Stephens laughed out loud, spilling a portion of his coffee onto his shoes. “Dayum! He was a pimp!”

Owens smiled and nodded once. “That’s how I took it. Well, let’s concentrate on trying to get in touch with that tenant across the hall while I go see what the medical examiner has for me.”

“You got it,” Stephens agreed and reached for his cell phone on his hip. “You know in all our six years of working together you never cease to amaze me.”


Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Chapter 3, part 3

During the walk, Chris gave Athena a lot of information regarding the campus grounds; who were the cool instructors and who were the worst. Chris being a senior helped with a lot of questions that Athena had in regards to the everyday happenings of Howard University.

Upon approaching her apartment, Chris kept checking out the surrounding elements. “You live here?” She asked with raised eyebrows.

“Yeah,” Athena answered nonchalantly as she searched for her keys in her purse.

“Oh I can’t wait to see this. I know many students who tried to get in here but never could.”

Athena shrugged. “I guess I got lucky.”

“Lucky my ass, you’re family must got long money?” Chris asked as they stepped to the access gate.

“Nah, I’m as broke as the next person,” Athena answered without looking up.

“Bullshit. If you’re living in here you got some bread.”

Athena punched in her code and the gate buzzed. She pulled the irongate toward her and Chris followed closely behind. They ventured into the building where they took the elevator to the second floor.

“Damn it even smells good in this apartment, nothing like the smelly hallways I’m used to,” Chris said.

“I think somebody in this building is a chef because I’m always smelling kind of pasta brewing.” Athena opened her door and tossed her keys to the counter.

“Daaaayum! This place is huge. Girl, you walk in my dorm and you’d trip over the window.”

Athena laughed. “It couldn’t be that bad.”

“Did I mention I have a triflin’ roommate too?”

They both laughed. “You want something to drink?” Athena offered as she stepped into the kitchen to wash her hands.

“Sure. Whatever you got is cool,” Chris said before she walked into the under furnished living room. “So when are you going to get yourself a ratty sofa and chair in here?”

Athena grabbed a plastic cup from the cabinet and sat it on the counter. “I’m hoping I can get a chance to go this weekend. I’ve grown a bit tired of the bareness myself.”

“You sleeping on the floor?”

“Sorta. I have a mattress and pillow.”

“Oh then you’re cool. Make sure you get yourself a desk hutch and then you’re good to go.”

Athena walked back in the room and handed Chris her cup of sugar free punch. Chris accepted it and took a quick sip and stepped to the window. “You got a great view of the campus from here.”

“Yeah, that is the cool part of this place. I can see everything.”

“Yeah, that’s tight. By the way, what’s you’re major?”

Athena folded her arms across her chest and shrugged. “I don’t know yet.”

“Well, you got plenty of time to figure it out. Just stick with your core courses right now and then wean into your choice of study later. But in the meantime,” Chris took a sip from her cup, snapped her fingers and finished, “make sure you party until you drop, have plenty of protected sex and enjoy the fact that your folks are no where around to get on your fuckin’ nerves with all that damn nagging.”

Athena laughed. “You’re wild as hell. What makes you think I came here to party and get laid?”

“None of us planned to come here and fuck like wild rabbits but that’s what goes on in college. Seeing all these fine ass brothers walking around half dressed and shit can send a sister into a sexual seizure if she’s not getting any. I know I must’ve burned a hole in about a dozen pairs of panties when I first got on campus. Gurl, it was dick swagging every witcha way in this piece. I can’t tell you how long it took for me to get me a piece.”

“Is this before or after you burned a hole in your drawers?” Athena asked sarcastically.

“Gurl, don’t play. You’ll see what I’m talking about once you see what Howard has to offer. Shit, you think Hasaan was fine? Athena, you ain’t seen shit yet. Hasaan is just the quarterback. You gotta see the tight end, the running back and the wide receiver.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Baby, them niggas get some fat, round ass and dick that came from an African Zulu king.”

“You’ve been with them?”

“Nope. I wish.”

“Then how do you know what they packing?”

“Because I’ve been to a few of they so-called study parties and them niggas walk around butt ass naked fucking whoever had they legs open. So my advice to you is, if you gonna be fucking around just make sure your careful at all times. Niggas are scrubby and will try whatever they can to get some freshman pussy.”

“Well, I think I’m okay in that department. I already have my eyes on someone.”

“Who Hasaan?”

“Nah. I’m not into the jock types. I have a man back in Detroit.”

“Gurl, he don’t know what you doing out here. Get your freak on. Shit its like Vegas in DC. What goes on at Howard stays at Howard. But when it comes to the studies, we’re all business and we put it down on paper.” Chris finished the last of her drink and handed Athena the cup. “Hey, you comin’ to the bombfire?”

Athena shrugged. “I dunno.”

“Gurl, you gotta loosen up. Classes don’t start for a couple of days, you got time to get a little fun in before you join the convent.”

“All right. Damn, you are persistent.”

“A black woman shouldn’t take no for an answer from anyone. Remember that.”

Athena nodded. “Okay whatever.”

“Like I said before it’s a lot of fine muthafuckas on this campus so you betta put on your sexy shit because you’ll never know who might be out there for you. Hasaan might be there.” Chris nudged her in the ribs.

“Would you cut it out about Hasaan already?” Athena snapped before she went back into the kitchen.

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Chapter 3, part 2

Jaleesa sat on the sofa sipping on her cup of tea with Brad’s arm draped over her shoulder. The quietness between them was nice but unwanted. She thought more and more of her sister and tried to keep her tears at a bare minimum, however, the very thought of Mark walking up to her sibling and shooting her at point blank range brought her sorrow back to the surface.

She outburst into tears causing Brad to hold her in a tight embrace. She wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulder and cried as until her face hurt. Brad’s chest heaved against hers as her salty drops of sorrow soiled his shirt. Without realizing, she slid closer to him where her breasts was pressed snuggly against his. Sexual heats traveled up her back, down her arms, and pass her thighs. She shifted slightly to keep from sitting too close to Brad but with his arms still draped around her there was no budging.

His citrus scent was intoxicating just about as much as the silkiness of his skin against her lips. Jaleesa pressed her mouth against his neck in an innocent manner, which she hoped Brad didn’t detect. This man had her nose open to a degree that she couldn’t remember her own name let alone his.

She rubbed the back of Brad’s head and coiled the fine hair along his neckline. With the tips of her fingers she stroked his soft skin as she pulled away.

“Are you okay?” he asked with caring eyes.

Jaleesa gazed into his cobalt eyes and then suddenly pressed her lips against his. With womanly force she pushed her tongue between his lips where he accepted her loving gesture by stroking his tongue against hers. As they tasted one another Jaleesa felt her fire soaring from within. Her hands became rough as she grabbed a fist of his hair and yanked his head backward. She glided her tongue along his Adam’s apple, along the muscular crease at his pec and along the bare skin near his earlobe.

Abruptly, Brad pulled away and held her face for a brief moment, adoring her beauty and soon let one hand guide its way down to her neckline until he reached to supple crease of cleavage that sat plump before him. With his finger nestled between the sultry delicate mounds of flesh, Brad looked intently at Jaleesa’s full lips that were slightly parted and moist from their kiss. He leaned forward, allowing his hand slid around the back of her neck.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked while look into her wanting eyes.

Jaleesa licked her lips and nodded, granting Brad permission to take her where she needed to be. With grace, he slowly pulled her to him where they pressed their lips against one another with great force. Jaleesa reached underneath his arms and snatched open his shirt, sending the buttons flying in different directions.

With her hands roaming freely against his skin, Brad scooped Jaleesa into his arms and carried her away from the sofa and down the hall to the spare bedroom. He tossed her onto the bed where she quickly disrobed and threw her clothing to the floor. Before Brad was out of his pants, Jaleesa laid starch naked with her legs spread eagle as she fondled her breasts until her nipples stood as erect as his penis.

Brad climbed over her like a panther sizing his prey followed by covering her mouth with his own. After tasting her honey-sweetened tongue, he released her mouth and traveled to her neck, then her chest bone, and found his way to her breasts where he engulfed both nipples like a starved infant.

Jaleesa hissed as the heat from his mouth that sent her hormones into a cabaret of confusion. He stroked her skin with his free hand and scooped her body closer to his. His dick throbbed against her stomach as his hairy orbs bounced against her bald vaginal lips. Brad dragged her body up closer to the headboard, where Jaleesa grabbed onto the iron wrought coils.

Without feeling his way to discover her entryway, Brad hutched his back and slid his hardened cock inside her tight cavity. Jaleesa arched her back as she accepted his wand into her sizzling love tunnel. Brad pushed deep inside her until his length had exceeded it limit. Jaleesa wrapped her arms around his waist and dug her fingernails into his flesh, which didn’t slow his stroke.

Jaleesa enjoyed how his dick massaged her walls as if he was painting the interior of an industrial building: Long, steadfast strokes. Just want she needed to take her mind off her sister. Brad rotated his hips with Jaleesa holding on to his waist, which soon led to her cupping the rounds of his ass to pull him more in depth of her womanhood.

Abruptly, he pulled out, turned her onto her stomach, and opened her cheeks with his palms. He entered her from behind causing Jaleesa to arch catlike join rhythm with Brad. The way his balls felt slapping against her saturated lips was divine. She raised her ass upward and backed into him as he held onto her hips, spreading her more.

Brad leaned over, resting his muscular chest on her back and he shoved himself deeper than she ever experienced. His thrusts became more intense as the warming sensation surfaced within her womanhood. She slowed her pace as he continually tapped her G-spot with his mushroom crown.

“Oh God! Oh God! Ohhhhhhhhhh,” she cried.

Brad wasn’t far behind with his heavy groans. After Jaleesa coated his wand with her love potion, his body couldn’t withstand it any longer. He pushed deep five more times before pulling away from her hoisted body, expelling his semen onto her comforter. Panting uncontrollably, he plopped onto the bed next to Jaleesa to gather his breath.

“That was…that was incredible,” he managed to say with heavy breathing.

Jaleesa leaned over and kissed his chest before she spooned him and draped her leg across his. “Yes it was,” she said in return, wiping his sweat-covered brow. “How long before we can do it again?”


Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Chapter 3, part 1

Sitting in the kitchen over a hot cup of coffee and his second bagel while reading the newspaper, the chirping birds had reminded Parker that he was no longer on his short-lived vacation. It was now time for his baby bird to come to the nest. After washing down the last bite of his round breakfast, Parker stepped out the kitchen and into the living room where he found the cordless phone where he last left it. He dialed Miss Ruggs number and she answered right away.

“Welcome back, Mister Parker! Did you get Athena squared away okay?”

“Yes, she’s fine, but now I realize that I’m missing my son. He didn’t give you any trouble did he?” Parker asked.

“Not once. He’s an angel but he is growing restless. What time do you want to come by?”

“Is an hour okay?”

“That’s just fine. I’ve already given him a bath so he’ll be ready when you get here.”

“Thanks, Miss Ruggs, you’re a gem.”

“You’re welcome, sugar, and I’ll see you when you get here.”

Parker hung up the phone and tossed it onto the sofa. He went to the coat closet and grabbed his designer jacket and draped it over his arm.

“Before I go to Miss Ruggs, I’m going to stop at the store to pick up some cereal and juice.”

During his long drive along Jefferson Avenue, he watched the joggers and dog walkers as they enjoyed their last few days of warmth. Soon the winter months were closing in, and living in Michigan one ever knew when the snow would come.

As Parker pulled into the grocery store parking lot, he noticed a woman having trouble with a row of shopping carts. She pulled and tugged at two cart handles trying to get the carts to break free from one another. Like a gentleman, Parker went over to help the woman by pulling the second cart in the opposite direction she was pushing and managed to get the two carts apart.

“Oh thank you so much. There weren’t anymore in the store and I’ve been out here wrestling with these two for the longest.”

“Not a prob.”

The once flustered woman smiled and swiveled her cart toward the automatic doors. Parker checked out her petite frame and long brunette hair. She had a cute little sway to her hips, which made his eyes drop down to her thighs that he could see their form through her pants. He guessed she was a runner by the way her thighs were rounded against her leggings and by the size of her hidden calves.

His left eyebrow rose in intrigue as he pushed a cart toward the store. “Interesting,” he said to himself as he watched her stroll toward the fruit and vegetable section.

At the checkout, all ten lanes were lined with suburbanites waiting impatiently to pay for their groceries. Not in the mood to wait an hour to pay for three items, Parker opted for the U-Scan lanes where he saw one available checkout. Just as he traveled to the automatic machine, he was rudely cut off.

“Excuse me, I was on my way there,” he said harshly.

The woman turned around, “Oh I’m sorry. I didn’t see you.”

It was the woman with the round thighs. Parker attitude shifted. “Hey, ladies first,” he said as he waved her pass.

She shook her head and raised her hand. “No, don’t be silly you go ahead.”

“Lady, no offense but would you please go ahead. I’m not that petty.”

She shrugged and started unloading her cart. “Thanks again.”

“No prob.”

After Parker paid for his three items, he carried his bags out to his car where he disengaged the alarm and sat his bag on the backseat. Before he slid the key in his ignition he put his foot on the brake where he shifted into reverse. He checked his blind spot when suddenly there was a soft tap on his driver’s window. He turned as looked into the darkest brown eyes he had ever seen.

He powered down the window. “Yeah.”

“I feel terrible about that in there.” She reached inside her purse and extracted a card and handed it to him. “I would really like to make it up to you, if you’d let me.”

“That’s totally unnecessary.”

“Please, it would be my pleasure,” she said with a smile and warm eyes.

Picking up on her obvious flirtation, Parker accepted the card and put it in the cup holder. “Since you put it that way. When’s a good time to call?”

“How about tomorrow after eight? I can make you dinner.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, what is your nationality?”

“I’m of Dominican Republic decent.”

“That’s what I thought.”

“You’ll call me no?”

“I’ll definitely call tomorrow after eight.”

The woman smiled, flashing her straight teeth. Parker returned the gesture, read the name on the card, and continued backing out of the parking space.