9. Onesti
"Good morning, Onesti."
Yes, Lord! Whew, yes, Lord. Ye-yea-yeah, yes, Lord!
My mind starts singing when I hear how my name rolls off this man's tongue.
You know you're singing the song out of context, right?
"Indeed, it is. I hope I'm not disturbing you. I just wanted to call and see how you're doing."
"Aw. Aren't you sweet? I appreciate it. I'm well. What are you doing up so early?" Bobbing my head and tapping my feet, I sing along with the cartoon jingle for one of my favorite childhood animated series. "Scooby-Dooby-Doo, where are you? We got some work to do now."
"I know your grown ass ain't over there watching that corny cartoon." A low chuckle pierces the line, causing my legs to shake unconsciously.
Wetting my drying lips, my eyes shift from the TV to the phone as perspiration forms on my forehead. A grin forms, and my stomach does a somersault from hearing the sexy yet raspy male timbre penetrating my ear canal.
"Don't be coming for Scooby, sir. I'll never be too grown to watch the mystery team, and they have been keeping me company for most of the morning."
Having today and tomorrow off is great for me because I'll be able to recharge and reset before returning to the chaotic hallways within the hospital. Some days, I don't know whether I'm coming or going due to the constant patients I have to get films for. Continuing to love my job is easier with the time off I receive. Thankfully for me, I have nothing on my calendar these next two days, so I'm able to simply bask in the joy of relaxation.
"Hm. I've never found that cartoon worthy of my time. A grown man eating dog biscuits should have been put in a straitjacket instead of given clearance to investigate crimes."
I'm unsure what led me to call Asaiah, but here we are, and his feelings about my favorite animated crime stoppers can't deter the emotions coursing through my body. My stomach is flipping and spinning like I'm on a rollercoaster. My chest is light, and my face is starting to hurt from the constant grinning I've been doing, not to mention how my pearl is juicing from hearing the sensual, husky, and raspy timbre of Asaiah's voice over this phone. I'm torn between rubbing one out and allowing myself to snuggle into my pillows to fall back asleep with every word spoken by Asaiah.
"Now, don't be like that, Asaiah," I say, trying to keep my body from combusting from the image of Asaiah's head lifting from between my legs.
Noises reminiscent of bodies coming together intimately pierce the line, causing my brows to hike and my forehead to wrinkle. Asaiah's silence has me wondering what he's doing when the noises continue increasing the thumping in my lower region.
"Wh-what is that?" I stutter.
My thoughts are scrambling by the minute, increasing my blood pressure and pulse in the process. Crossing my legs over each other, my eyes bounce around the room like the noise is coming from somewhere in my dwelling.
"I don't know. It's something on Tubi," Asaiah says.
"I thought you might have found something else to engage in to drown out my TV."
My thoughts are swirling, and my body is heating with each minute the sounds continue. My right hand subconsciously moves to my thigh, and I fight the urge to relieve the ache in my treasure.
"Mm." A moan slips from my mouth, and my eyes flutter closed while my breaths become erratic.
My pulse starts pounding, static fills my ears, and a tingling sensation in my lower region has my teeth clenching my bottom lip in a chokehold.
"Trust me, the robotic fake panting and groaning these folks are doing wouldn't be more engaging than this conversation. What I want to know is what part of this staged scene playing has you over there moaning, though?"
My heart stalls for a second or two at hearing Asaiah's question because it's not the act that's fueling my reaction. It's the lack of attention my thirsty libido is desperate to receive.
"I hear you breathing, but I'm still waiting for you to enlighten me, Onesti."
A whimper gets stuck in my esophagus when Asaiah's voice drops an octave, which instantly hits my clit.
"I-I'm here," I stutter after pushing down the lump in my throat that's dang near choking me.
"Where's your mind?"
In the gutter where I wish your dick would come find me. You're gonna have me sitting in shame in church tomorrow, dude.
"Desperate to change the subject because this isn't a road either of us should travel right now."
"Why? This one could be entertaining for us to explore." Popping the collar of my nightdress, my eyes flutter, and my mouth twists from the heat coursing through my body. "If you could do one thing right now, what would it be?" Asaiah asks.
Play slip and slide over your dick.
Onesti Michelle Jeffries!
I feel like I'm in a round of good girl versus bad girl when the warring thoughts invade my mind, causing me to hang my head. My current thoughts are far from a woman who has any church affiliation, making me feel the momentary chastising echoing over the sexually starving vixen within me.
Girl, please. You know, some of the biggest freaks shout during morning worship only to spend that night cracking the foundation of Hell. God is just to forgive. After all, He gave you ? —
Okay, you're going too far.
"Are you with me, Onesti?" Asaiah asks, snapping me out of the internal debate between good and evil lurking within me.
"Yes. I don't know. Why don't you answer first?"
"Hm. Let's see. If I could be anywhere, it wouldn't be on the set of this horrible rendition of foreplay this man is attempting. The woman in the scene is disengaged regardless of the effort she's faking to make his actions believable."
Intrigue hits me, causing me to sit up straighter while muting my TV so I can focus on this conversation versus what Daphne and the gang are doing.
"What would you do differently?" I ask breathlessly, unable to mask the moment from the heavy sexual energy enveloping the conversation.
Maybe I’m playing with fire, but I'm out here now, so I might as well keep going, because the shift in this dialogue is the most exciting thing I've had in a long time with someone of the opposite sex.
"For starters, I wouldn't treat the woman's pearl like I didn't learn to savor exotic tastes with which I've been fortunate enough to saturate my palette. With precision and utmost care, I would allow my tongue to slowly enter her moist center by slurping, licking, and drinking the rapidly falling nectar. I?—"
Asaiah's words hit my clit like a target on a dartboard, causing me to squirm. The talk of flowing juices has mine increasing, and I cup my outer lips to stop the steady thrumming happening without my permission.
"I-I… Asaiah, I'm not sure if this is the conversation I need to be having right now," I mummer, closing my eyes despite Asaiah's inability to see me.
"I don't mind demonstrating with you."
Wait, what?
* * *
"I know you ain't considering meeting up with that man after only knowing him three to four business days," Jarielle says.
This is the first time I have talked to Jarielle about Asaiah, but I have been sitting in my bed like a deer caught in headlights for far too long since talking to him. Replaying our conversation and analyzing the things spoken has been the cause of my present predicament.
"I… uh?—"
"What haven't you left out of this conversation? I've known you too long to accept the sudden delay in your rational thinking. Several run-ins and a handsome person don't equate to promises of demonstrating something you have no confirmation of. Even though you said he hasn't been the most receptive man, what about him, other than your thirsty cootie-coo, would have you willing to walk on the wild side? Hell, you're a God-fearing educated wo?—"
"Leave God out of this because I'm hoping he'll forgive me should I let that man play a game of its hidden but ready for you to seek ."
"Tuh. What if he's another?—"
"If you plan to continue being my favorite bestie, I suggest you not say that name."
Heat dances on the tips of my earlobes, and my blood pressure spikes at the thought of the man whose dick I'd love to shred in a meat grinder. Being hit with that level of unexpected betrayal is why I'm only on social media for ten-minute intervals. I've also put my vagina in sexual timeout, hoping that being dormant will re-establish the virginity I lost in my early teens.
"Okay. Look, Onesti. I'm not trying to block your orgasms or keep you from a potential toe-curling opportunity. However, let's be logical here. What can this man possibly have to offer you but a wet ass? You don't know him even after a couple of encounters and two phone conversations. I let the last fool play with your heart, but no more. Are you prepared for me to spend Saturdays braiding Stankeisha's no-line three strings instead of brunch with you?"
"Who is Sta—what are you talking about, Jarielle?" My forehead wrinkles, and a frown forms while I try to decipher the code she's attempting to speak in.
"The big bitch whose ass I had to beat up my first week in the prison yard. Her ass now pays me to maintain the thread-like patches of hair she won't let the female barber cut off."
"Wow. This shit is getting good. What's that ho looking like in the face, bae?" Brent's voice sounds in the background, alerting me of his presence for the first time since Jarielle and I had begun talking.
"Tragedies and repercussions. You wouldn't find her attractive, baby," Jarielle says to Brent, inciting my laughter from the dejection in the oh coming from Brent.
"I can't stand you or Brent. Why didn't you tell me he was in the vicinity?" I ask.
"What's good, sis? Don't give her a hard time. I just walked in when she started rambling," Brent interjects before Jarielle is able to respond.
"Hey, brother. I'm good.”
"I know how much you and wifey love each other. Are you gonna be able to handle the no communication when we leave?"
"It's gonna be tough, and I've thought about sneaking into Jarielle's carry-on bag. I mean, what am I gonna do without her here to promise retribution that'll result in prison time?" I ask, smirking.
"Make better decisions, ho. What do you want, baby? You're interrupting the flow of our conversation," Jarielle interjects.
When Jarielle and Brent begin a conversation, my mind wanders back to thoughts of Asaiah.
Sex has been clouding situations since the beginning of time. Maybe I need to sit my hot ass down somewhere. Or I could let Rosalie remove the tightness from my deserted walls.
Girl, bye. The day Rosalie can loosen walls, you'll be a billionaire. Let that man show you what it means to let your back marry a mattress.
Or you could simply spend the day catching up on sleep, laundry, basket ? —
She doesn't basket weave with your hating ass. You're always speaking out of turn. Hell, a wet ass and sore inner thighs ain't ever hurt nobody. Sit your prudish ass in the corner until you learn some manners.
A burst of laughter flies out of my mouth when my good and bad angels start going back and forth over what I should do regarding Asaiah.
"What's so funny?" Jarielle asks.
Zzt.
The text notification sounds before I'm able to answer Jarielle, instantly piquing my curiosity and causing me to see who sent me a message.
Asaiah:
So, I've given you time to decide. Are you gonna let me demonstrate, or nah?
My juices instantly begin percolating upon reading the message from Asaiah, while another intense debate begins within my mind.
2, 4, 6, 8… keep that pussy behind locked gates.
3, 5, 7, 9… make sure you let him know you can hip whine.
Oh my goodness, we're saved, sanctified, and ? —
Full of cum, now didn't I tell you to sit in the corner with your Holy suggestions? Now ain't the time, girl. Now, Onesti girl, time and your pussy won't wait… walk into the light, sweetie. There are orgasms in the light. Spine-numbing orgasms are in the light.
Another shout of laughter leaves my mouth when my bad angel starts sounding like Tangina from Poltergeist .
"Uh, I gotta go, bestie," I declare, disconnecting the call before Jarielle can respond.