The Sex Chronicles
“What other way is there to take it?” I reached over on the nightstand and retrieved a couple of facial tissues out of the dispenser. “You come over here and tell me you’re dumping my ass, and I’m supposed to jump for joy?”
“No, nothing like that. I just hate to see you crying, so please stop.” Pierce started caressing my right shoulder, as if that would help any. “Besides, I’m not dumping you. I just feel like we both need to see other people for a while so that we can explore other avenues.”
“Explore other avenues?” My tears started to dry up, and the anger set in. “What the fuck do you mean? Other avenues?”
He jumped up from the bed and had the nerve to get a ’tude. “Look, Noelle, there’s no reason for you to cuss at me. I mean, it’s not like we’re married, or no shit like that. You need to take a reality check.”
“I just don’t understand why you want to see other women.”
“You want me to be honest with you, Noelle?”
“Honesty’s always the best policy, so they say. Hell, yeah, I want to know the truth!”
“Okay, but I was trying to be nice about this.” I couldn’t freakin’ believe that Pierce was doing this shit to me. After all I did to be with him, all the dinners I cooked for him, all the sacrifices I made, and his ass was kicking me to the curb. “I need a woman who is more—”
“More what?” My lips started trembling, and my nerves were wrecked. I was expecting him to say he wanted a woman with bigger titties or a bigger ass or a bigger bank account or some backass shit like that. Boy, was I wrong!
“I need a woman who’s more freaky!”
“What the hell do you mean, more freaky?” That was the last fucking straw. I jumped up from the bed and got physical, taking the palm of my hand and shoving him in the chest. “You and I do a bunch of freaky shit!”
“We do? Like what?”
I felt a migraine coming on. “Well, I suppose if you have to ask, it must not be freaky enough.”
“I guess not!” He headed out the bedroom and toward the front door of my apartment. “Look, Noelle, I’ll give you a call in a couple of days. Cool?”
“You’re really serious about this dating-other-people shit, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I’m dead serious. I’m not saying I don’t want to be with you, because I do. In fact, more than likely, I’ll end up marrying you and having a house full of kids, but right now I need to get some things out of my system.” Damn him! “I’ll catch you later, boo.”
He was out in the hallway waiting for the elevator when I peeked out my door. “Pierce, what about our date this Friday? The masquerade party at Trent’s house?”
“I’m still going to go, and it’s cool if you do too. I think we should go separately, though.” With that, Pierce stepped into the elevator and was gone.
I was devastated, depressed, delirious, pissed the fuck off even. I cried myself to sleep that night, but by the time the sun came up the next morning, I was ready to pay his ass back in spades. If he wanted freaky, I would give his ass freaky.
I arrived at Trent’s house about midnight. People in wild-ass costumes and masks were everywhere. I decided to wear a black leather cat outfit with a tail and snaps in the crotch, and no underwear underneath. It was strapless and had a push-up bra built in, so my 40DD breasts were looking succulent. I had a leather whip attached to my hip. I made sure Pierce wouldn’t be able to recognize me by wearing a feathered mask like the ones they wear at Mardi Gras, a black wig cut in a cool-ass bob and white contact lenses that made me look like a straight-up freak. Freaky and sexy as all hell rolled into one.
Pierce was over in one of the dark corners, flirting with a couple of hoochies. I knew it was him, because he was dressed as a fireman. I had selected the costume a couple of weeks before, so he was easy to spot.
After downing a couple of Long Island iced teas and watching people dance and get intimate with each other in the designated dancing area, I decided to do what it was I came there to do and teach Pierce a lesson he would never forget.
I took a quick survey of the area and spotted the person I was looking for, Trent. He was dressed as the Phantom of the Opera, with a black tuxedo and cape on along with a white mask. Several of his friends were surrounding him and wishing him a happy birthday, since that was the whole purpose of the masquerade party from jump.
Pierce was one of the people crowded around Trent, and I kept my head down a little as I brushed by him. I cleared my throat and got ready to use the Jamaican accent I had practiced, walked up to Trent, and whispered in his ear. “Happy birthday to you, baby!”
He took me by the hand and looked me up and down, but didn’t recognize me. He and I had only met a few times. He was a close friend of Pierce’s from college. “Damn, do I know you, sexy lady?”
“Not yet, but you’re about to get to know me.” I reached down and started caressing his di
ck through his pants while Pierce and the rest of them hollered typical macho things out like, “Get that pussy, man,” “Damn, man,” and “She’s hot for you, Trent.”
“Really?” He started palming my ass and other people started looking on as well, including some of the women, who were instantly upset and jealous. “What did you have in mind?”
I pushed him down on a chair at one of the round tables covered with white linen tablecloths and then straddled myself over his legs, facing him. “Let me show you what I have in mind.” I almost laughed because my Jamaican accent was the bomb.
I stuck my tongue deep inside his hungry and waiting mouth. He gladly returned the kisses, and I must admit, I knew right off the bat I was going to enjoy fucking the shit out of Trent’s ass. I always thought he was fine anyway.