17/Renee
I made dinner, then hurried over to Danielle’s house so we could go over the details.
She then headed out the door and I moved upstairs to change.
My heart was beating with excitement. I don’t know why, but I get off on doing crazy shit.
We hadn’t done anything this wild and crazy since we set Reverend Brown up last year.
I showered, dried off, and ten minutes later, I stood in front of her full-length mirror giving myself mad props.
Damn, I’m sexy.
I had on a short red skirt that I’d been dying to wear since I bought it in New York at a book conference back in November, and a black form-fitting shirt.
On my feet were my come-fuck-me shoes, black rhinestone stilettos.
No bra. No panties. I was ready for happy hour, or at least that’s what I wanted Calvin to think.
At exactly seven o’clock the doorbell rang.
“It’s showtime.” I opened the door to find Calvin smiling, holding a bouquet of flowers.
I batted my eyelashes flirtatiously. “Ooh, for me? You shouldn’t have.”
He laughed. “I didn’t. They’re for Danny.”
I gave him a playful pout. “Hey, you can’t blame a girl for trying. Come on in.” I shut the door behind him and swung around in time to catch him checking out my outfit. He gave me a nervous look.
“Where’s Danny?”
“Uh... she... uh.” I paused and pretended to clear my throat.
Get it together. Otherwise, my stuttering ass was about to blow it.
“She had to go into work to complete some paperwork, but she should be home around seven-thirty. I was on my way to happy hour and she asked me to come and open the door for you and keep you company until she gets here.”
Okay, now your ass is rambling.
Calvin nodded, accepting my excuse, and turned toward the living room.
I reached for the flowers. “Here, I’ll take those. You want something to drink?”
He looked down at my outfit again, and I could see he was trying to decide if it was a good idea or not, being alone with me. I chuckled inwardly. I guess he doesn’t trust himself around me, which was probably a good idea.
“Yeah, a beer would be good.”
I carried the flowers into the kitchen and sat them on the sink.
I didn’t know where she kept her vases. I poured myself Grey Goose and cranberry, then put a dab of vodka behind each ear for an added touch.
Certain I was ready for the games to begin, I reached for a beer out of the refrigerator and headed back into the living room, making sure to appear off balance every other step.
Calvin took the can from my hand with his brow rose. “Are you okay?”
“Why would you say that?”
“’Cause you’re walking like you’ve been drinking.”
“Nah,” I said as I took a seat on the couch. “Just got a lot on my mind.”
Calvin popped the tab. “Like what?”
I allowed my lower lip to quiver and acted like I was trying to hold back tears. “I’m having man troubles. I met a guy who I really thought I had connected with and... and found out… he was married. I just don’t have any luck. Six months ago, I caught my husband in the bed with another man.”
He gave me a sympathetic smile. “Yeah, Danny told me about that.”
“You know ... it kinda messes with my womanhood that he’d rather have a man than me.” I allowed a tear to fall.
Damn, I’m getting good at this shit.
“I must not be doing something right.” I slowly crossed and uncrossed my legs like Sharon Stone from Basic Instinct and could see his eyes taking it all in.
“Knowing you, I’m sure you were doing everything right,” Calvin said with a reassuring smile.
I blinked my eyelashes trying to produce more tears and leaned in closer so he could see down in my shirt. Not that I got shit. I’m a member of the itty-bitty-titty committee, but hell, he’s with Danielle and she’s got less than I do.
“I love that man! I gave him some of my sweet kitty- cat whenever he wanted, yet that wasn’t enough. Hell, I couldn’t even keep you!”
He gave a short laugh. “Renee, you dumped me.”
“Oh yeah. And that’s a mistake I never forgot,” I said in a rush. “You were a wonderful man. I just didn’t appreciate you.”
“Well, thanks.” I started rubbing his leg and could tell he was starting to get a little uncomfortable because he squirmed on the couch.
“When did you say Danny would get here?” He cleared his throat, then glanced down at his watch. “Uh, what time did she say she’d be home?”
“She didn’t say.” I slid closer. “Calvin, be honest with me. Did I satisfy you sexually?”
“Renee…” he warned with a scolding look.
“Puh-leeze, Calvin. I have to know,” I pleaded, then sat up straight on the couch. “Maybe since I have two kids my kitty ain’t as tight as it should be. Do you think that’s why my husband decided to trade in my worn-out shit for a tight booty hole?”
Shaking his head, Calvin was trying not to laugh. “No, Renee. I don’t think that was it at all.”
“Okay, then tell me something... when you were inside me, could you feel my walls tightening around you?”
“That was a long time ago. Jesus!” He dragged a frustrated hand down his face. “What would Danny say if she knew you were asking me these questions?”
“I won’t tell unless you tell,” I cooed. “Now listen, because this is serious.” Leaning back on the couch, I pulled up my skirt, spreading my thighs. Calvin wasn’t gay like John. He was a man. So, he couldn’t do anything but look. I had shaved Ms. Kitty bald this morning.
Calvin licked his lips. “Damn, you still got a pretty pussy.”
“Thank you,” I purred, then reached up and stroked my clit. “She’s the girl for the job, or at least I thought.” I slipped a finger inside and out, then brought it to my lips. “Mmmm, and she tastes good, too.”
I saw movement down at his crotch and chuckled inwardly. Men ain’t shit. Before Calvin could object, I rolled onto my knees and moved over to straddle his lap.
He was sweating. His eyes grew big and round. “Renee, you’ve had too much to drink.”
“I know, but I just need a little attention. Danielle never needs to know.” I ran light kisses along his ear and neck, then ground my hips against his length. “Please just touch me... let me know I am sexy ... that you’re attracted to me.
“Please, Calvin,” I begged. “Touch me. Let me know you like what you see.” I lifted my shirt over my head and my golden-brown nipples were right in his face.
He stared at them and moistened his lips.
I leaned forward, making them impossible to resist. As soon as his lips closed down I arched against him.
“Yesss!” I moaned, then rolled my eyes and glanced over his head at the clock on the wall.
Damn. I still had twenty minutes to kill.
I closed my eyes and allowed myself to enjoy the moment.
I ain’t had none since pissy Landon. So, if I had to do this, I should at least get something out of the deal.
Besides, from what I could remember, Calvin had skills even back then.
We dated when he was in college, which is why I ended things, because he was a baby and at the time, I needed a man.
But despite that he was good in bed and had skills.
I kissed him on the mouth and pushed my tongue between his lips, and he stopped resisting and kissed me back. He was such an amazing kisser. I don’t know why Danielle messed with him in the first place if she had no intention of being with him.
I reached down and unfastened his belt. At first he resisted but that didn’t last long. Like I said before, men ain’t shit.
As soon as his zipper was down, I reached inside and released him. Oh boy, he wasn’t the biggest but he definitely had enough to do the job. I rubbed and teased the head while I brought my mouth down to touch his again.
“This is so wrong,” he said between groans.
“Then why aren’t you stopping?” I asked between kisses.
“’Cause it feels too good.”
Like I said... men ain’t shit. A year ago, before he had even started kicking it with Danielle, I made a pass at Calvin and he turned me down, saying he doesn’t give second chances.
Now here we are on Danielle’s couch with me straddling his lap while playing with his dick and he was loving it. You hear me? Loving it!
“Ooh, yeah!” he moaned.
So much for a challenge. I was starting to grow bored and decided it was time to get this show on the road. I pulled his sweatshirt over his head.
“Maybe we should keep our clothes on just in case Danielle comes home early.”
“Shhh!” I put a fingertip to his mouth, followed by my lips. “She ain’t coming and when she does, she’s going to knock because I put on the dead bolt.”
“Good looking out.”
I kissed a path down his chest and when I reached his belly button, I rubbed his head along my cheek, then sniffed his crotch. Ugh! He smelled like pee and sweaty balls. Damn, that’s too bad. If he’d been smelling fresh to death, he might have gotten a suck.
Calvin tried to guide me with his hands, but I pinned his arms to his sides and brushed the head of his dick against my breasts instead.
“Come on, Renee. Suck it.” He was practically begging-
“You do me first.”
I was just joking, but shit, he must have wanted me to suck his dick bad because he flipped me onto my back and got to feasting on my snatch. Yeah, and the brotha had skills.
I was so into him, it took me a second or two to realize Danielle had come through the back door and was now standing at the middle of the room.
“What the hell?”
Damn! I was just about to come.
Calvin jumped up from between my legs. I quickly got into character and sat up straight on the couch.
“Danny, I can explain.”
Anger burned from her eyes. “Explain what? How my man’s mouth just happened to land between your legs? Bitch, puh-leeze.”
“Bitch?” Oh, she was taking this shit to the next level.
Calvin was trying to fix his pants and explain at the same time. “Danielle, I-I know there is no excuse for what just happened, but... but I’m sorry.”
“You’re right, there isn’t. I loved you and this is how you treat me,” she began between sobs. “Get the hell outta my house!”