Edge
IT FELT GOOD to kick back with my best friend. I really missed her and I could tell she missed me, too. We talked shit, smoked, and attempted to devise a plan to tell my dad. Sam didn't understand why I wanted to ruin the relationship between my dad and I by telling him, but that was just it- because of our relationship I had to tell him. The guilt was enough for me.
Sam was more stuck on the idea of getting back at Catherine. I figured a confession to my father was enough to get Catherine's situation ruined, but that wasn't enough for Sam. She was furious at the fact that she was sucked into Catherine's nastiness and all that she could think about was the fact that her health could be in danger. She had heard crazy things about the women in Brazil and was paranoid as hell. She wanted to fuck her life up, I just wanted her out of mine.
I had a short list of studios and one bedroom apartments that I needed to check out- this saddened me but I know it was what had to be done.
I pulled open my drawers and hunted for something to throw on quickly to see the first place. Sam was on her way over to come check it out with me. Part of me wanted Miranda to come but the whole "in love" thing kind of bugged me out a bit- I couldn't be in love and taking her with me to check out apartments even if it was just solely for me. Sam and I could handle it on our own.
Unfortunately, my extremely rumbling stomach forced me to head up the stairs into the kitchen, putting me at risk of bumping into Catherine and/or my father. Catherine, however, had been avoiding me like the plague.
I settled for the usual bowl of cereal and plopped down at the island counter, struggling to stuff my mouth and finish as fast as I could.
My father sauntered in, looking half asleep in PJs and a wife beater. He pulled out a bowl and set himself up a bowl of cereal and plopped down beside me.
Besides my wild curly hair and obvious feminine features, I was essentially my father. Our resemblance was uncanny- there was no way he could have ever attempted to dispute that I was his. We sat there in silence, chomping. I didn't bother rushing anymore- at this point he was here, eating, and to rush up my bowl of cereal would be rude. After all, he didn't do anything to me, I did everything to him.
After what felt like hours of awkward, crunch filled air, he finally looked straight ahead through the window over the sink and said lowly: "Catherine been acting strange."
My heart started beating hard and my stomach made a funny noise. I wasn't ready yet. But at least if he found out, I wouldn't have to tell him myself. I stayed silent.
He continued. "Maybe I shouldn't talk to you about this shit but what the hell, Tiks. You already know. Shit, she's been quite to herself, withdrawn. One minute she's excited and happy, the next minute she's worried as hell. She's never very excited- just-" he suddenly stopped talking and I shoved a spoonful in my mouth. He swallowed and looked up out through the kitchen window again. It was all just so dramatic. I chewed extra hard so as to not laugh at my own stupid little joke.
My dad, not noticing anything continued again: "It's something about those emails- and the mail. She's always excited about the mail. At first I tried to ignore it but she wasn't even trying to be subtle anymore. I gotta see what those letters are about. I gotta find them."
I sat silently, stunned. My father was suspicious of the doctor. He was going to find those letters. My father was good at finding shit. Which brought on new worry- the damn doctor of love mentioned me in that one letter that I stumbled upon- what if she mentioned me in more? And then my dad finds them... I didn't want to think about it.
"Dad," I said, softly.
"Yeah?" he stopped, mid-crunch and turned to face me. "Sup, Tiki Tabo?"
"I'm, uh, looking at an apartment today."
"Oh yeah?" he asked, turning to look at me.
I shoveled the last spoon in my mouth and nodded.
"Hm," he said, and spooned another bunch of cereal. "I suppose you about that age to move out."
I felt something unfurling inside of me. Sadness?
"I suppose," I agreed and dropped my bowl in the sink. "I'll always be over here, though, so don't worry little man." I punched him gently in the arm and flashed him a smile over my shoulder, catching his in return as I headed for the door.
The apartment was nice and roomy, with one and a half baths and an island in the kitchen- something I had been spoiled with living in my own house. As I checked out the rooms and listened to Sam ramble about what bitch she would invite over to christen each of them, I found myself wondering what it would have been like if Catherine had agreed to move with me- what it would have been like if it were her and I looking for a place instead. The thoughts quickly vanished as I walked into the main bathroom and saw two sinks and a wide wall to wall mirror. It took me to thoughts of Miranda fixing her hair, leaning over the sink slightly. I saw her reapplying lipstick, quickly stroking on mascara, and then winking at me via the mirror as I stood behind her, ogling her beauty.
"And, shit, two bathrooms!? I'mma have Diasia across this shit-"
"Sam," I cut her off. "You're not having any bitch in my bathroom or bedroom." I rolled my eyes at her.
We checked out the master bedroom and the little room adjoined to it with a door, which looked like the perfect space for a small office. Of course picturing the small room as an office brought upon thoughts and images of Miranda on every surface. This was bad.
I sat in the driveway, planning. I didn't know how I was gonna do this one. I thought back to what my father had said to me in the kitchen and tried not to freak out. I had to either come right out and tell him, ruin our relationship and dip, or find some kind of way to get specific letters- that didn't mention me at all- to fall into his possession.
I tapped the staring wheel and shook my head at the level of manipulation I almost allowed myself to get to. I had to just find the right moment and come right out and tell him.
I got out the car and locked the door, walking slowly towards the house. Dread filled me and caused the house to appear as though it were looming over me. I paused at the mailbox, stared at it, rested my hand on it. I still couldn't believe all that's transpired. Since the day I was excited to pick up Catherine, Ruler of the Thots at the airport to now- us both being in love with different people. My feelings took on a full 180 and it was bittersweet- both a pain and a relief.
Feeling a little melodramatic, I walked slowly up to the house. I was leaving this house and now it was hitting me for real that I was leaving behind several memories- and my dad, alone. How could I fess up to something so fucked up and then dip off like a coward? But what was done was done. No matter how you looked at it, the situation was fucked up and trifling. I should have thought about the shit before I fucked around and fell in love with her.
I strolled down the stairs to the basement. The house was empty as usual, and I was grateful. After a great vacation and applying for a great apartment that I knew I was going to get, I didn't need Catherine ruining my barely good mood or my father testing my honesty and moral.
I sat down on my couch and decided to fiddle around with my business a little. All this drama had me slightly distracted, I couldn't lie, but nothing could keep me to the point that I didn't handle what I needed to. I looked through forums, online posts and reviews, emails, stocks, messages, notes, and everything I could possibly read and work on to keep me from the situation on the plate in front of me. I was so tired of thinking about it, being in it, I was ready for the shit to just end.
I worked until I grew an appetite. I slowly shut my laptop and sauntered over to where I kept my bud stash. I felt drained, tired, sluggish. I knew someone that would both have an appetite as well as wake me up- and now that I think of it, I don't think I've taken her on a date yet. I rolled up a couple spliffs and texted Miranda.
"Pull up ;)"
Thursday, February 25, 2016
MILEAGE VI
Chapter 6
Dirty
I FELL INTO the sheets and let the white puffs swallow me. I had a fascination with white puffy sheets. They strongly symbolized luxury for me. I rolled around a couple times, curls flying in and out my mouth, stopping at the sound of Miranda's giggles as she came out the bathroom, tying her robe.
"This is really nice," she said, looking around. "To what do I owe this honor?"
"Girl, bye," I said, jokingly.
She chuckled and plopped down beside me. "Aye, did I tell you about Catherine?" She propped herself up on her elbow and looked me right in my face, attempting to read it.
I kept my face straight, disgust just beneath the surface. Catherine was a legit hoe, scorned or not.
"Nah, what about her?" I asked, nonchalantly.
She rolled her eyes. "She's been at the house." She studied my face. "A LOT."
I snorted. "Well, hm."
"Like spending the night type shit. In Sam's room."
I kept my blank expression. This must've been killing Miranda because she spat out what she had been suppressing all this time. "I think they're fucking, Tiki."
I had already thought that was happening by now.
"I'm not surprised, unfortunately," I said, shortly.
"Tiki, Sam isn't speaking to me." Her face fell. Sam and Miranda were extremely close. I could see the hurt in her face.
"I saw her a couple days ago," I confessed. "I saw her in the store. I went to go say what's up to her because I had been MIA and she had been MIA. I pull in and before I even get out of the car I see Thot-tain all in her phone and all over her. And then I called and watched her ignore my call. Like, ignore it like she'd been doing... and I didn't think too hard about it, I just got tight and decided to fall back from Sam because that shit is fake and clearly she needs time to get her life because she's gotta be going through something but-"
"But nah," Miranda cut me off and snuggled up beside me. "Sam isn't like that, and you know it and I know it. Nigga only acts stupid and childish if she's hurt or betrayed."
"Which Catherine would love," I added, starting to feel like one of the Scooby kids.
"Exactly, Benson," Miranda joked, kissing me behind my ear.
"She told Sam about us."
"Probably," Miranda replied, sighing.
"She's probably tight," I muttered.
"Unlike your captain," Miranda snorted. "Them walls are LOOSE. Sam probably seen the marks you left behind from the last time you went mining in that cave."
I started laughing. "I'm surprised Sam's pettiness didn't lead to a text message asking about those walls. But then again, I wasn't supposed to know."
"So what now then? We have to get this resolved."
"On the first day of my hotel room extravaganza? And ruin our honeymoon?" I pulled her on top of me and she squealed.
"I suppose you're right," she said between giggles. "We can tell her tomorrow or next week." She slowly pulled off her robe and placed my hands on her breasts and kissed me on my forehead.
A week of great sex and rides and pickups to high school, I found myself hating Catherine, missing my best friend and dreading conversations with my father. Bumping into him in communal areas such as the kitchen, hallways and entering and leaving the house had become awkward and slightly burdensome.
I sat on the couch in my room, sifting Craigslist for studios or nice one-bedroom apartments. After telling him that me, some Doctor in Brazil and my best friend were all fucking his bitch I would have to leave.
I suppose it was time to leave the nest, anyways. I was more than old enough, I had money and a business and if I lived on my own already like I was supposed to, I probably wouldn't have ended up sleeping with Catherine.
The way I ended up with her seemed so surreal with everything that was currently happening between us.
With my father always working, Catherine and I often found ourselves bonding on my couch downstairs in my room watching MTV and her favorite, Spongebob. When the song came on, she would stand out and belt the words like a child, yelling out "ay yi captain" as if she wrote the song and was proud of her creation.
One day in my lair, she recited the song cheerfully, saluting at every captain, dropping onto the couch out of breath at the end.
I laughed at her like I always did, but this time was different. It was some movie scene shit. Our eyes met and locked and Catherine leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. Not wanting the moment to end, I held her face and kissed her back feverishly, passionately. It felt like it had embodied all of my emotions and I was lightheaded, dizzy after. If I ever was confused on whether I was in love with her or not before then I knew at that point I was. After that kiss all I get out was "ay yi, Captain" in a breathy whisper. She giggled sweetly, planting kisses all throughout my face until we finally locked lips again.
From that day on, the name Captain stuck to Catherine just the way she seemed to stick to me. We fucked day, night, went out on dates, and when things started getting real, I sat her down and told her I had to tell my Dad and we had to move out.
Catherine talked me out of it and I never brought it up again.
Those days of picnics and TV dates seemed so long ago. I never would have thought that the disgust that I felt towards her today would be possible. I also didn't think she would fuck my best friend but out of all fairness, my father would have never thought she was sleeping with his daughter, almost her step daughter.
Guilt stabbed me in the throat and I coughed. Time to put the laptop down and deal with a spliff or two. Or three.
I began rolling up and in midroll my phone started going off. I almost dropped my weed on the table when I realized who was calling me and what kind of call it was- Sam was facetiming me.
I propped the phone up and hit answer and commenced rolling.
"So, you just sitting there rolling up a blunt?" she asked.
"I mean," I wanted so badly to laugh and I could almost hear her holding back laughter in her voice but serious shit was at hand and it had to be settled and squared away. "I'm under enough stress, you know? Bitch problems, my best friend dipped off on me..."
"Your best friend? You mean the one who's little sister you been fucking while you been fucking Ms. Light Thick and Curly?"
"No, the one who's sister I fell in love with while Ms. Light Thot and Curly been fucking off with some doctor in Brazil."
Sam's mouth dropped. "Oh, word? Wait, what!?"
I nodded my head and lit up the spliff.
"So wait, for one, LOVE, my nigga? Are you sure? Because that's my little fucking sister and that's my life. You're not about to play."
"Nigga, this is me, not YOU. LOVE. You know me."
"Which leads me to my next question, Tiki." Sam inhaled the spliff deeply before blowing the smoke into the camera and asking her question. "How long have you been fucking with Miranda to be in love with her bitch ass?"
"Well," I hesitated to answer because this was the part I messed up at. I sat back and inhaled and blew smoke back at the camera. "I mean..."
"The day you bumped into her at the mall and kept mentioning how much she'd grown?"
I looked away. "Yeah."
"Hm." Inhale, exhale. "So you actually love her."
"Yeah, nigga," I said, slightly annoyed. "I don't dog bitches like you, bro. I was gonna sit here, lonely, while Catherine dogged me out if it wasn't for you. Which brings me to some questions of my own."
"Nah, wait. 'Cause you said something about Catherine fucking off with some doctor in Brazil. And why didn't you tell me you liked my sister?"
"Because that's your little sister, bro. And like I said, I had some questions of my own for you." Inhale, exhale, smoke hit the camera. "When and why-"
"Listen," she interrupted. "Catherine is bad. We both know that. And I can't front like I'm not a fucked up person for smashing. But she came up to me all sad talking about you were playing her with Miranda, thotting around, hoarding naked pictures of her dumbass and fucking her in the car so she wouldn't know."
I immediately started coughing. The bullshit she spoke made me choke on my smoke. As usual when one coughs during smoking the coughing commenced for about ten minutes, which caused Sam to die laughing and start choking herself.
"Nigga," I said, wiping my eyes and clearing my throat, "so she wouldn't know?"
"That's what she said, bro," Sam answered, chuckling. "Oh man," she shook her head, "now repeating it, that shit doesn't sound like you. You'd take a bitch to a hotel before you fuck them in a car."
I got quiet, inhaled and choked.
"Fuck you, Tiki. I know you had Miranda at the W. The cheap bitch brought the fucking robes back."
Again I choked and coughed for what felt like another hour. "She kills me!" I got out between coughs.
"Tiki," Sam's voice got serious and her brows furrowed. "Is Miranda in love with you?"
"Oh, I don't know." I started blushing. "I haven't told her. She's a G, a tough one. I can't get all soft and cookie on her."
"She's no G, she's a little bitch. And I think she might love you because she dropped oh boy for good for good. I overheard them talking in the living room a couple weeks ago and haven't seen or heard from him since."
Again I fell silent. I packed the leftover of my stash in my grinder and twisted. "Hm."
"Yep." Sam joined in on the weed grinding on her end. "Anyways, Catherine came up to me with that bullshit and of course I instantly wanted to fuck you up for fucking with Miranda on some petty bullshit. And because I felt like you were being petty, I decided to get petty, too. Which is out of my character and I'm embarrassed about it now. I stopped talking to Miranda's bitchass and started consoling Catherine through her heartbreak."
"Consoling means fucking, right?" I interjected.
Sam rolled her eyes and started tucking and rolling her spliff, a perfect way to not have to look at me anymore. "It didn't start off that way. I would just listen to her talk about how heartbroken she was. And then she wanted to cuddle, and then control my phone, and then give me head... that bitch is a pro at being conniving, son, I swear. She gave me mad good top like damn-"
"Sam, I get it."
"My bad. But she started making it a habit until I finally gave in and fucked her. Then she got open- or who knows, maybe she didn't, clearly this bitch is an actress- but like she fake got open and started the whole 'Oh, I always thought you was sexy, them blue eyes-'"
"Nigga," I interrupted. "Catherine does not talk like that."
"So you think I'm lying?" She finished rolling up and glared into the camera.
I knew she wasn't lying. One thing about Sam and Miranda was the fact that they did not lie to people that they cared about. Sam was quick to lie to a hoe, but that was where she drew the line.
She cleared her throat and in a higher pitch with a slight Spanish accent imitated Catherine. "Oh, you know I always found you attractive, with those blue eyes, stunning. So stunning," and she fluttered her eyelashes.
I laughed and lit my spliff. "She's such a thot, son."
"She tried to turn me against you ohdee and then cuff me."
"She succeeded, though."
"Only for a minute. I called you, didn't I?"
I inhaled quietly.
"Son, who is she fucking off with?"
"NIGGA!" I exclaimed. I broke down the discovery of the letter to the moment between Catherine and Miranda and then to my discovery of her and Catherine.
Sam looked dazed. "I'm getting tested," she muttered.
"You ate that?" I asked.
"Nigga..." she didn't respond.
I shook my head disapprovingly.
"You?"
"No," I answered boldly. "Fuck no."
Sam looked embarrassed. "Damn, man. I heard shit about Brazil. Brazil is trifling."
"Don't worry, bro," I said with empathy. "She's fucking with a doctor."
"But she's a thot!" Sam exclaimed. "She's fucking with a doctor, you, me, your dad..." Her voice trailed off. "She gotta go."
"Man.... my dad."
The line got quiet as we just sat and smoked on facetime. Finally, Sam broke the silence stating that she was going to come ciphe and we hung up.
Dirty
I FELL INTO the sheets and let the white puffs swallow me. I had a fascination with white puffy sheets. They strongly symbolized luxury for me. I rolled around a couple times, curls flying in and out my mouth, stopping at the sound of Miranda's giggles as she came out the bathroom, tying her robe.
"This is really nice," she said, looking around. "To what do I owe this honor?"
"Girl, bye," I said, jokingly.
She chuckled and plopped down beside me. "Aye, did I tell you about Catherine?" She propped herself up on her elbow and looked me right in my face, attempting to read it.
I kept my face straight, disgust just beneath the surface. Catherine was a legit hoe, scorned or not.
"Nah, what about her?" I asked, nonchalantly.
She rolled her eyes. "She's been at the house." She studied my face. "A LOT."
I snorted. "Well, hm."
"Like spending the night type shit. In Sam's room."
I kept my blank expression. This must've been killing Miranda because she spat out what she had been suppressing all this time. "I think they're fucking, Tiki."
I had already thought that was happening by now.
"I'm not surprised, unfortunately," I said, shortly.
"Tiki, Sam isn't speaking to me." Her face fell. Sam and Miranda were extremely close. I could see the hurt in her face.
"I saw her a couple days ago," I confessed. "I saw her in the store. I went to go say what's up to her because I had been MIA and she had been MIA. I pull in and before I even get out of the car I see Thot-tain all in her phone and all over her. And then I called and watched her ignore my call. Like, ignore it like she'd been doing... and I didn't think too hard about it, I just got tight and decided to fall back from Sam because that shit is fake and clearly she needs time to get her life because she's gotta be going through something but-"
"But nah," Miranda cut me off and snuggled up beside me. "Sam isn't like that, and you know it and I know it. Nigga only acts stupid and childish if she's hurt or betrayed."
"Which Catherine would love," I added, starting to feel like one of the Scooby kids.
"Exactly, Benson," Miranda joked, kissing me behind my ear.
"She told Sam about us."
"Probably," Miranda replied, sighing.
"She's probably tight," I muttered.
"Unlike your captain," Miranda snorted. "Them walls are LOOSE. Sam probably seen the marks you left behind from the last time you went mining in that cave."
I started laughing. "I'm surprised Sam's pettiness didn't lead to a text message asking about those walls. But then again, I wasn't supposed to know."
"So what now then? We have to get this resolved."
"On the first day of my hotel room extravaganza? And ruin our honeymoon?" I pulled her on top of me and she squealed.
"I suppose you're right," she said between giggles. "We can tell her tomorrow or next week." She slowly pulled off her robe and placed my hands on her breasts and kissed me on my forehead.
A week of great sex and rides and pickups to high school, I found myself hating Catherine, missing my best friend and dreading conversations with my father. Bumping into him in communal areas such as the kitchen, hallways and entering and leaving the house had become awkward and slightly burdensome.
I sat on the couch in my room, sifting Craigslist for studios or nice one-bedroom apartments. After telling him that me, some Doctor in Brazil and my best friend were all fucking his bitch I would have to leave.
I suppose it was time to leave the nest, anyways. I was more than old enough, I had money and a business and if I lived on my own already like I was supposed to, I probably wouldn't have ended up sleeping with Catherine.
The way I ended up with her seemed so surreal with everything that was currently happening between us.
With my father always working, Catherine and I often found ourselves bonding on my couch downstairs in my room watching MTV and her favorite, Spongebob. When the song came on, she would stand out and belt the words like a child, yelling out "ay yi captain" as if she wrote the song and was proud of her creation.
One day in my lair, she recited the song cheerfully, saluting at every captain, dropping onto the couch out of breath at the end.
I laughed at her like I always did, but this time was different. It was some movie scene shit. Our eyes met and locked and Catherine leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. Not wanting the moment to end, I held her face and kissed her back feverishly, passionately. It felt like it had embodied all of my emotions and I was lightheaded, dizzy after. If I ever was confused on whether I was in love with her or not before then I knew at that point I was. After that kiss all I get out was "ay yi, Captain" in a breathy whisper. She giggled sweetly, planting kisses all throughout my face until we finally locked lips again.
From that day on, the name Captain stuck to Catherine just the way she seemed to stick to me. We fucked day, night, went out on dates, and when things started getting real, I sat her down and told her I had to tell my Dad and we had to move out.
Catherine talked me out of it and I never brought it up again.
Those days of picnics and TV dates seemed so long ago. I never would have thought that the disgust that I felt towards her today would be possible. I also didn't think she would fuck my best friend but out of all fairness, my father would have never thought she was sleeping with his daughter, almost her step daughter.
Guilt stabbed me in the throat and I coughed. Time to put the laptop down and deal with a spliff or two. Or three.
I began rolling up and in midroll my phone started going off. I almost dropped my weed on the table when I realized who was calling me and what kind of call it was- Sam was facetiming me.
I propped the phone up and hit answer and commenced rolling.
"So, you just sitting there rolling up a blunt?" she asked.
"I mean," I wanted so badly to laugh and I could almost hear her holding back laughter in her voice but serious shit was at hand and it had to be settled and squared away. "I'm under enough stress, you know? Bitch problems, my best friend dipped off on me..."
"Your best friend? You mean the one who's little sister you been fucking while you been fucking Ms. Light Thick and Curly?"
"No, the one who's sister I fell in love with while Ms. Light Thot and Curly been fucking off with some doctor in Brazil."
Sam's mouth dropped. "Oh, word? Wait, what!?"
I nodded my head and lit up the spliff.
"So wait, for one, LOVE, my nigga? Are you sure? Because that's my little fucking sister and that's my life. You're not about to play."
"Nigga, this is me, not YOU. LOVE. You know me."
"Which leads me to my next question, Tiki." Sam inhaled the spliff deeply before blowing the smoke into the camera and asking her question. "How long have you been fucking with Miranda to be in love with her bitch ass?"
"Well," I hesitated to answer because this was the part I messed up at. I sat back and inhaled and blew smoke back at the camera. "I mean..."
"The day you bumped into her at the mall and kept mentioning how much she'd grown?"
I looked away. "Yeah."
"Hm." Inhale, exhale. "So you actually love her."
"Yeah, nigga," I said, slightly annoyed. "I don't dog bitches like you, bro. I was gonna sit here, lonely, while Catherine dogged me out if it wasn't for you. Which brings me to some questions of my own."
"Nah, wait. 'Cause you said something about Catherine fucking off with some doctor in Brazil. And why didn't you tell me you liked my sister?"
"Because that's your little sister, bro. And like I said, I had some questions of my own for you." Inhale, exhale, smoke hit the camera. "When and why-"
"Listen," she interrupted. "Catherine is bad. We both know that. And I can't front like I'm not a fucked up person for smashing. But she came up to me all sad talking about you were playing her with Miranda, thotting around, hoarding naked pictures of her dumbass and fucking her in the car so she wouldn't know."
I immediately started coughing. The bullshit she spoke made me choke on my smoke. As usual when one coughs during smoking the coughing commenced for about ten minutes, which caused Sam to die laughing and start choking herself.
"Nigga," I said, wiping my eyes and clearing my throat, "so she wouldn't know?"
"That's what she said, bro," Sam answered, chuckling. "Oh man," she shook her head, "now repeating it, that shit doesn't sound like you. You'd take a bitch to a hotel before you fuck them in a car."
I got quiet, inhaled and choked.
"Fuck you, Tiki. I know you had Miranda at the W. The cheap bitch brought the fucking robes back."
Again I choked and coughed for what felt like another hour. "She kills me!" I got out between coughs.
"Tiki," Sam's voice got serious and her brows furrowed. "Is Miranda in love with you?"
"Oh, I don't know." I started blushing. "I haven't told her. She's a G, a tough one. I can't get all soft and cookie on her."
"She's no G, she's a little bitch. And I think she might love you because she dropped oh boy for good for good. I overheard them talking in the living room a couple weeks ago and haven't seen or heard from him since."
Again I fell silent. I packed the leftover of my stash in my grinder and twisted. "Hm."
"Yep." Sam joined in on the weed grinding on her end. "Anyways, Catherine came up to me with that bullshit and of course I instantly wanted to fuck you up for fucking with Miranda on some petty bullshit. And because I felt like you were being petty, I decided to get petty, too. Which is out of my character and I'm embarrassed about it now. I stopped talking to Miranda's bitchass and started consoling Catherine through her heartbreak."
"Consoling means fucking, right?" I interjected.
Sam rolled her eyes and started tucking and rolling her spliff, a perfect way to not have to look at me anymore. "It didn't start off that way. I would just listen to her talk about how heartbroken she was. And then she wanted to cuddle, and then control my phone, and then give me head... that bitch is a pro at being conniving, son, I swear. She gave me mad good top like damn-"
"Sam, I get it."
"My bad. But she started making it a habit until I finally gave in and fucked her. Then she got open- or who knows, maybe she didn't, clearly this bitch is an actress- but like she fake got open and started the whole 'Oh, I always thought you was sexy, them blue eyes-'"
"Nigga," I interrupted. "Catherine does not talk like that."
"So you think I'm lying?" She finished rolling up and glared into the camera.
I knew she wasn't lying. One thing about Sam and Miranda was the fact that they did not lie to people that they cared about. Sam was quick to lie to a hoe, but that was where she drew the line.
She cleared her throat and in a higher pitch with a slight Spanish accent imitated Catherine. "Oh, you know I always found you attractive, with those blue eyes, stunning. So stunning," and she fluttered her eyelashes.
I laughed and lit my spliff. "She's such a thot, son."
"She tried to turn me against you ohdee and then cuff me."
"She succeeded, though."
"Only for a minute. I called you, didn't I?"
I inhaled quietly.
"Son, who is she fucking off with?"
"NIGGA!" I exclaimed. I broke down the discovery of the letter to the moment between Catherine and Miranda and then to my discovery of her and Catherine.
Sam looked dazed. "I'm getting tested," she muttered.
"You ate that?" I asked.
"Nigga..." she didn't respond.
I shook my head disapprovingly.
"You?"
"No," I answered boldly. "Fuck no."
Sam looked embarrassed. "Damn, man. I heard shit about Brazil. Brazil is trifling."
"Don't worry, bro," I said with empathy. "She's fucking with a doctor."
"But she's a thot!" Sam exclaimed. "She's fucking with a doctor, you, me, your dad..." Her voice trailed off. "She gotta go."
"Man.... my dad."
The line got quiet as we just sat and smoked on facetime. Finally, Sam broke the silence stating that she was going to come ciphe and we hung up.
MILEAGE V
Chapter 5
Indeed
"IT WAS ME," she said softly. "I''m leaving."
I watched her step around Miranda and slowly walk up the steps. She was obviously hurt. I struggled between caring and not. I walked over towards my dresser and slid a drawer open, searching with my eyes for a pair of draws that suited my mood.
"I'm going to get dressed," I muttered, still facing the dresser.
Miranda walked over and wrapped her arms around me from behind. "You don't have to," she whispered into my ear, licking the remaining droplets of water that clung to my neck. She untied my towel and let it drop to the floor, seductively massaging my breasts and lightly stroking my nipples. I felt a tingle from my earlobe to my vagina but my head wasn't in it. I turned to face her and looked into her face, really analyzing it. She smiled and stepped back, then her face turned into a quizzical one.
"What you staring at, weirdo?" she asked, a slight giggle undertone to her voice.
"You," I responded softly.
Plagued by beautiful women, I thought to myself. Miranda's light purple hair was up in a bun. She wore no make up other than some eyeliner and shiny shit on her lips. She wore a crop top with multiple random, yet stylish holes and cut off jean shorts, closing her casual oufit with Chucks, smooth, beautiful, tanned legs, thick thighs, and a flat stomach, a faint scar by her belly button where her bellyring once was. I wanted to lick all these places but I was still distracted. I opened my white T drawer and pulled out Dr. Auburn's letter. I threw it on the coffee table in front of Miranda and looked from her to the envelope. She stepped back, plopped on the couch and began to read it.
Her lips pursed, then frowned, then smiled and a snicker escaped. By the time she was done I had a bra and briefs on and she was staring into my eyes with sympathy radiating from hers.
"Are you upset?" she asked, then quickly shook her head. "Stupid question," she added.
"Nah, not stupid. But I'm okay," I answered, stepping into some basketball shorts.
She hit the seat next to her in a motion for me to sit. I took up her offer and joined her on the couch. I took in her scent - some extra sweet flowery smell with a mixture of sweet smelling shampoo - and appreciated how mature and understand she was being about the whole situation. I felt myself being pulled towards her even more.
"So," she said.
"So," I answered.
She rested her hand on my thigh and put her face in the soft curls behind my ear. She let her hand creep up my thigh then across my stomach, admiring it with her fingertips in soft strokes.
"Mmm," she released in my ear before stroking the lobe with her tongue. Her hand found its way into my basketball shorts and started searching for moistness. Her tongue licked at my ear when she found it. Another "mm" escaped at that point and she teased with her fingers. I let myself get lost in her touch. I closed my eyes for a second with pleasure, and when I reopened them she was watching me with solid lust. She leaned in and kissed me, long and intense, nibbling my bottom lip as she ran her tongue across it. I felt myself getting warm and my hands reached around her and slid up and down her smooth bra-less back. No obstructions. I let my index finger stroke her spine as we made out with what felt like passion and something else special that I couldn't place my finger on. I didn't dwell on it. I tugged on the waist of her shorts so that she would take them off. Still kissing me intensely, she held my face with one hand, slipped the cut offs off with the other and straddled me.
I reached around and grabbed her ass, each cheek in each hand and pulled her in closer. I felt the heat between her legs and they tightened around me, so that she was pressed against me.
I admired the way her pussy struggled to be held in by her panties from the corner of my eye as we continued to kiss and tango tongues. She started grinding on me, slowly, and then she sped up. I felt myself getting turned on even more, pulling her closer, yet, and started moving her ass at a slower rhythm, pushing back. Moans escaped her lips and I caught them with mine, replying with heavy breathing and low moans. My thoughts were completely consumed with Miranda, her breathing, moaning, hair, skin, body, scent. She rested her head on my shoulder and sucked on it, still grinding, her moans climbing. Suddenly, she stopped and looked into my eyes. Her eyes read that she felt like something was happening and I gave her the same stare to acknowledge and let her know the feelings were mutual. As she pulled the hair tie out of my hair and kissed the side of my neck as she ran her fingers through my curls, I couldn't help the slight feeling of guilt that crossed my mind. I quickly pushed it to the back of my head and sat back on the sofa as Miranda slid off my shorts and then pulled off my briefs. She kissed everywhere- my lower stomach, bikini area, thighs before sucking my lower lips and massaging my clit with her tongue. When I was wet enough for her she climbed back over me and began to grind again. My eyes instantly rolled to the back of my head in pleasure and her head immediately crashed back down on to my shoulder, which she used to stifle her moans by biting down on it. Her bite got deep as her riding sped up. I felt her tighten up and then she started pulling my curls and whimpering softly, then louder and louder. I held on for as long as I could but resisting was hard. As we grinded, I pulled her head back by her hair which freed her mouth as well as her moans, which in turn released our simultaneous orgasm. It felt as though all of my body exploded and then imploded, melted into hers and hers melted into mine. She was still shaking when it was over, curled up into a tiny ball in my lap. Her eyes were closed tightly, and I sensed the vulnerability.
Miranda was always so bold, blunt and tough. To see her like this - FEEL her like this, was something new. After all the head, the dick, everything - she had never been in the state I saw in her now.
The corniest question came to mind: Did we just make love?
Right after: Is Catherine here? Did she hear?
My eyes fell to the letter on the coffee table and I didn't care so much anymore.
Miranda looked up at me, spotting my gaze and turned my face towards hers. She kissed me softly, dare I say tenderly, and I caught myself admiring her baby hairs which, now drenched with sweat, stuck to her head as if she freshly gelled them down.
"Let's get in the shower, stankass," she said softly.
I read the letter several more times. I was disgusted but now my dad consumed most of my thoughts. I wanted him to know but I couldn't tell him. Because, as fucked up as Catherine was, I was twice as.
I attempted to shake the thoughts out but I couldn't. I had to tell him. I had to build up the strength.
I did think that getting out the house for a while wasn't a bad idea. The annoying pressure of having Catherine drop in on me at anytime and the awkward moments with my father which have now only been made more awkward could all be avoided with a getaway.
Tired of the dim lighting in the basement, I fixed a bowl of cereal and camped out in the den, American Horror Story playing in the background, laptop on my lap, surfing hotels and simultaneously checking my email and other business matters. My father was at work, his other home, and Catherine was out with her missionary people, most likely sharing experiences of her most recent trip and setting up and finalizing details for her next one. I rolled my eyes and pulled up the W hotel. Miranda would love being laid up with me in there, I thought to myself, a small smirk spreading across my face. I thought of all the things we could do in there - the pool, the robes, the sheets and bright white light filling up the hotel room.
I felt like something weird was happening here. This hotel get away was for me to get away from everyone and sort out my thoughts and feelings, not a honeymoon getaway for me and my replacement chick in high school.
I clicked on reserve and went over my itinerary, then reached for my phone to immediately tell Miranda the good news. Feeling cheerful, I decided to hit Sam up as well. It's been a minute since I chilled with my best friend.
Two phone calls sent straight to voicemail - unlikely. Even when Sam was on the clock, she'd answer for me. She practically owned the shop - she ran it.
Slightly worried, I decided to hop in the car and pay her a visit, even brief her on what I had discovered about Captain. I rolled my eyes at the response I could already hear from her. "Didn't I tell you that bitch was sus? She was looking all extra Brazilian thick from that extra Brazilian dick!" Sam was wild.
I found a spot directly in front her store and pulled in. Peeping in the window from my car I was only semi-surprised by what I saw. Catherine flirtatiously standing behind Sam by the register, playing on her phone while Sam talked to her and rang a customer up. I wanted to know what Sam was saying to her and by the coy smile on her face it wasn't anything bad. I watched Catherine slide Sam's phone into her pocket and kiss her on the cheek. Sam turned to her and gave her a nervous smile before handing the customer her bagged items. I picked up my phone and dialed Sam one more time and watched as she reached into her back pocket for her phone and hesitate on the decision of whether to answer or not. That was all I needed to see. I started the car and slowly reversed out of the spot as her voicemail came on, urging me to leave a message at the beep.
Everyone is not your homeboy.
Indeed
"IT WAS ME," she said softly. "I''m leaving."
I watched her step around Miranda and slowly walk up the steps. She was obviously hurt. I struggled between caring and not. I walked over towards my dresser and slid a drawer open, searching with my eyes for a pair of draws that suited my mood.
"I'm going to get dressed," I muttered, still facing the dresser.
Miranda walked over and wrapped her arms around me from behind. "You don't have to," she whispered into my ear, licking the remaining droplets of water that clung to my neck. She untied my towel and let it drop to the floor, seductively massaging my breasts and lightly stroking my nipples. I felt a tingle from my earlobe to my vagina but my head wasn't in it. I turned to face her and looked into her face, really analyzing it. She smiled and stepped back, then her face turned into a quizzical one.
"What you staring at, weirdo?" she asked, a slight giggle undertone to her voice.
"You," I responded softly.
Plagued by beautiful women, I thought to myself. Miranda's light purple hair was up in a bun. She wore no make up other than some eyeliner and shiny shit on her lips. She wore a crop top with multiple random, yet stylish holes and cut off jean shorts, closing her casual oufit with Chucks, smooth, beautiful, tanned legs, thick thighs, and a flat stomach, a faint scar by her belly button where her bellyring once was. I wanted to lick all these places but I was still distracted. I opened my white T drawer and pulled out Dr. Auburn's letter. I threw it on the coffee table in front of Miranda and looked from her to the envelope. She stepped back, plopped on the couch and began to read it.
Her lips pursed, then frowned, then smiled and a snicker escaped. By the time she was done I had a bra and briefs on and she was staring into my eyes with sympathy radiating from hers.
"Are you upset?" she asked, then quickly shook her head. "Stupid question," she added.
"Nah, not stupid. But I'm okay," I answered, stepping into some basketball shorts.
She hit the seat next to her in a motion for me to sit. I took up her offer and joined her on the couch. I took in her scent - some extra sweet flowery smell with a mixture of sweet smelling shampoo - and appreciated how mature and understand she was being about the whole situation. I felt myself being pulled towards her even more.
"So," she said.
"So," I answered.
She rested her hand on my thigh and put her face in the soft curls behind my ear. She let her hand creep up my thigh then across my stomach, admiring it with her fingertips in soft strokes.
"Mmm," she released in my ear before stroking the lobe with her tongue. Her hand found its way into my basketball shorts and started searching for moistness. Her tongue licked at my ear when she found it. Another "mm" escaped at that point and she teased with her fingers. I let myself get lost in her touch. I closed my eyes for a second with pleasure, and when I reopened them she was watching me with solid lust. She leaned in and kissed me, long and intense, nibbling my bottom lip as she ran her tongue across it. I felt myself getting warm and my hands reached around her and slid up and down her smooth bra-less back. No obstructions. I let my index finger stroke her spine as we made out with what felt like passion and something else special that I couldn't place my finger on. I didn't dwell on it. I tugged on the waist of her shorts so that she would take them off. Still kissing me intensely, she held my face with one hand, slipped the cut offs off with the other and straddled me.
I reached around and grabbed her ass, each cheek in each hand and pulled her in closer. I felt the heat between her legs and they tightened around me, so that she was pressed against me.
I admired the way her pussy struggled to be held in by her panties from the corner of my eye as we continued to kiss and tango tongues. She started grinding on me, slowly, and then she sped up. I felt myself getting turned on even more, pulling her closer, yet, and started moving her ass at a slower rhythm, pushing back. Moans escaped her lips and I caught them with mine, replying with heavy breathing and low moans. My thoughts were completely consumed with Miranda, her breathing, moaning, hair, skin, body, scent. She rested her head on my shoulder and sucked on it, still grinding, her moans climbing. Suddenly, she stopped and looked into my eyes. Her eyes read that she felt like something was happening and I gave her the same stare to acknowledge and let her know the feelings were mutual. As she pulled the hair tie out of my hair and kissed the side of my neck as she ran her fingers through my curls, I couldn't help the slight feeling of guilt that crossed my mind. I quickly pushed it to the back of my head and sat back on the sofa as Miranda slid off my shorts and then pulled off my briefs. She kissed everywhere- my lower stomach, bikini area, thighs before sucking my lower lips and massaging my clit with her tongue. When I was wet enough for her she climbed back over me and began to grind again. My eyes instantly rolled to the back of my head in pleasure and her head immediately crashed back down on to my shoulder, which she used to stifle her moans by biting down on it. Her bite got deep as her riding sped up. I felt her tighten up and then she started pulling my curls and whimpering softly, then louder and louder. I held on for as long as I could but resisting was hard. As we grinded, I pulled her head back by her hair which freed her mouth as well as her moans, which in turn released our simultaneous orgasm. It felt as though all of my body exploded and then imploded, melted into hers and hers melted into mine. She was still shaking when it was over, curled up into a tiny ball in my lap. Her eyes were closed tightly, and I sensed the vulnerability.
Miranda was always so bold, blunt and tough. To see her like this - FEEL her like this, was something new. After all the head, the dick, everything - she had never been in the state I saw in her now.
The corniest question came to mind: Did we just make love?
Right after: Is Catherine here? Did she hear?
My eyes fell to the letter on the coffee table and I didn't care so much anymore.
Miranda looked up at me, spotting my gaze and turned my face towards hers. She kissed me softly, dare I say tenderly, and I caught myself admiring her baby hairs which, now drenched with sweat, stuck to her head as if she freshly gelled them down.
"Let's get in the shower, stankass," she said softly.
I read the letter several more times. I was disgusted but now my dad consumed most of my thoughts. I wanted him to know but I couldn't tell him. Because, as fucked up as Catherine was, I was twice as.
I attempted to shake the thoughts out but I couldn't. I had to tell him. I had to build up the strength.
I did think that getting out the house for a while wasn't a bad idea. The annoying pressure of having Catherine drop in on me at anytime and the awkward moments with my father which have now only been made more awkward could all be avoided with a getaway.
Tired of the dim lighting in the basement, I fixed a bowl of cereal and camped out in the den, American Horror Story playing in the background, laptop on my lap, surfing hotels and simultaneously checking my email and other business matters. My father was at work, his other home, and Catherine was out with her missionary people, most likely sharing experiences of her most recent trip and setting up and finalizing details for her next one. I rolled my eyes and pulled up the W hotel. Miranda would love being laid up with me in there, I thought to myself, a small smirk spreading across my face. I thought of all the things we could do in there - the pool, the robes, the sheets and bright white light filling up the hotel room.
I felt like something weird was happening here. This hotel get away was for me to get away from everyone and sort out my thoughts and feelings, not a honeymoon getaway for me and my replacement chick in high school.
I clicked on reserve and went over my itinerary, then reached for my phone to immediately tell Miranda the good news. Feeling cheerful, I decided to hit Sam up as well. It's been a minute since I chilled with my best friend.
Two phone calls sent straight to voicemail - unlikely. Even when Sam was on the clock, she'd answer for me. She practically owned the shop - she ran it.
Slightly worried, I decided to hop in the car and pay her a visit, even brief her on what I had discovered about Captain. I rolled my eyes at the response I could already hear from her. "Didn't I tell you that bitch was sus? She was looking all extra Brazilian thick from that extra Brazilian dick!" Sam was wild.
I found a spot directly in front her store and pulled in. Peeping in the window from my car I was only semi-surprised by what I saw. Catherine flirtatiously standing behind Sam by the register, playing on her phone while Sam talked to her and rang a customer up. I wanted to know what Sam was saying to her and by the coy smile on her face it wasn't anything bad. I watched Catherine slide Sam's phone into her pocket and kiss her on the cheek. Sam turned to her and gave her a nervous smile before handing the customer her bagged items. I picked up my phone and dialed Sam one more time and watched as she reached into her back pocket for her phone and hesitate on the decision of whether to answer or not. That was all I needed to see. I started the car and slowly reversed out of the spot as her voicemail came on, urging me to leave a message at the beep.
Everyone is not your homeboy.
MILEAGE IV
Chapter 4
The Letter
I COULDN'T QUITE absorb all the words my eyes had scanned and my lips had mouthed. The doctor had scrawled her feelings out on paper in the usual prescription paper chicken scratch doctors usually possessed. I rubbed my eyes and read the letter's introduction again: "To my love, that sunrise that greeted me every morning, I long for you in your absence. Leaving each other seems only to get harder, not easier as one would guess something so routine would become. Your lips are still on mine- I feel them lingering every morning and teasing every night before I drift to sleep." That shit was just beautiful.
I folded the paper back up and put it directly across from me on the coffee table. That letter was sickeningly romantic. Captain had the doctor sprung- but it wasn't just one sided. This letter only came as a subtle surprise. I leaned back in my seat and stared at the letter that confirmed my suspicions. I had questions but I knew I wouldn't get any answers. Not from Catherine, anyways. The letter answered questions but in a way created even more mystery.
My body was unsure of what emotion to take on. It darted somewhere between shock, anger and hurt- and even a little embarrassment. I had already known this all along. I had felt and suspected it, noticed that extra glow and excitement. It was similar to the same glow she had when we discovered what we had. That in itself was a slap in the face. The shit that we shared was no longer special- she was going through the motions with someone else.
My mind started attempting to piece things together, but the puzzle was already complete. Those days without a phone call or text or email were all days that she probably allowed all her time to be sucked up by Dr. Cupid. The doctor probably swept her off her feet with her education, doctorates, selflessness and flowery Shakespearean language.
I chuckled to myself at this, almost a disgusted scoff, and picked the letter off the table once more. My eyes fluttered to an excerpt: "Remember playing beneath the waterfalls?" That bitch. "My favorite day ever. I've never seen the children so happy- I've never seen myself so happy. Secretly clutching your waist, stealing kisses between your belly button and the top of your bikini when the children flocked and crowded around a baby turtle in awe" and then skipped over to, "This Tiki- I wonder how you are dealing with her at this time. Lying with her holding you, yet I am all you can think about-" I wanted to throw up a little at this. I didn't know what was compelling me to read this garbage. Dr. Cupid knew all about me, and I knew not one damn thing about her- except now she was fucking the woman I had held so dearly to me.
I sunk back into my seat once again. I didn't know what to do next, I just knew that despite my bullshit and stepping out and about with Miranda, I was hurt. I only got connected with Miranda with Catherine's distance, but still, I was hurt. I had been stabbed in my heart, in my gut and definitely in my back. I couldn't cry at bullshit like this. I couldn't even find the strength to hit up my best friend and tell her what I discovered. I didn't want to talk to anyone. I just knew that it was over with.
I slipped the letter back into the envelope and tucked it closed. I was attempting to stop myself from the self torture. Catherine had been fucking around with a female doctor on her trips away and then returning to us to be wined and dined and fucked.
I felt myself become sick again. Us. Us as in my father and I. I already had to deal with playing nice because of her relationship with my father, her telling me that it was me she really wanted and our relationship mattered, me dealing with the guilt of taking something that my father cared so much about and the guilt of my own selfishness, her wanting it to "remain a secret to keep the household set up and relationships stable". I had been ready to move out of the house and in with her, but I also didn't want to leave my father alone. We were strangely dependent on each other despite our lack of communication and time spent together. Catherine turned this whole situation- the deceit, backstabbing, all that- into meaningless bullshit.
I had to get the hell out of this room. I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my texts, then my call log, then my contacts, but there was honestly no one I wanted to be around at the moment.
I turned on the TV and flipped for something to distract me. I finally landed on Family Guy and decided to search my stash for a fat spliff. Maybe I just needed to laugh and go to sleep.
I woke up in the same spot. I looked at my phone- Miranda, Sam, Catherine, all called. I called Miranda over and freshened up in the shower.
Walking out the bathroom, I heard the sound of the TV flipping channels and turned the corner to see Catherine on the couch, surfing.
"What's up, Tiki?" she asked, dryly.
"Um, nothing," I responded in the same tone.
"What's going on with us?" she asked, her voice revealing a sense of desperation.
"What's going on with us?" I responded nonchalantly. "I have no beef, Captain. We've both just been busy."
"I haven't been busy, Tik, I've been clawing for your attention. I have had to basically beg you to fuck me. We've spent no time together."
"You want to spend time with me?"
"Yes, Tiki, of course. Why are you acting so fucking weird? It's like I'm gone this trip and when I come back, you're on some twilight zone type shit. Fucking with little kids and not with me. ME."
Catherine's voice was climbing and getting shrill. She was saying all this shit like she cared. I wanted to present her with an Oscar and then throw it at her face.
"Fucking with little kids," I repeated slowly.
As if on cue, Miranda slowly came down the steps. She looked from me to Catherine with a confused look on her face that said "Should I leave?"
"Exactly," Catherine spat out with a snort.
"So... you answered the phone and hung up," Miranda said matter-of-factly, rolling her eyes.
"Well, as you can see, I wasn't near my phone." I tugged out the towel wrapped around me and shook my wet curls. "I'm just getting out the shower."
"Sooo...." Miranda and I both turned and looked at Catherine, whose eyes had now become glossy.
The Letter
I COULDN'T QUITE absorb all the words my eyes had scanned and my lips had mouthed. The doctor had scrawled her feelings out on paper in the usual prescription paper chicken scratch doctors usually possessed. I rubbed my eyes and read the letter's introduction again: "To my love, that sunrise that greeted me every morning, I long for you in your absence. Leaving each other seems only to get harder, not easier as one would guess something so routine would become. Your lips are still on mine- I feel them lingering every morning and teasing every night before I drift to sleep." That shit was just beautiful.
I folded the paper back up and put it directly across from me on the coffee table. That letter was sickeningly romantic. Captain had the doctor sprung- but it wasn't just one sided. This letter only came as a subtle surprise. I leaned back in my seat and stared at the letter that confirmed my suspicions. I had questions but I knew I wouldn't get any answers. Not from Catherine, anyways. The letter answered questions but in a way created even more mystery.
My body was unsure of what emotion to take on. It darted somewhere between shock, anger and hurt- and even a little embarrassment. I had already known this all along. I had felt and suspected it, noticed that extra glow and excitement. It was similar to the same glow she had when we discovered what we had. That in itself was a slap in the face. The shit that we shared was no longer special- she was going through the motions with someone else.
My mind started attempting to piece things together, but the puzzle was already complete. Those days without a phone call or text or email were all days that she probably allowed all her time to be sucked up by Dr. Cupid. The doctor probably swept her off her feet with her education, doctorates, selflessness and flowery Shakespearean language.
I chuckled to myself at this, almost a disgusted scoff, and picked the letter off the table once more. My eyes fluttered to an excerpt: "Remember playing beneath the waterfalls?" That bitch. "My favorite day ever. I've never seen the children so happy- I've never seen myself so happy. Secretly clutching your waist, stealing kisses between your belly button and the top of your bikini when the children flocked and crowded around a baby turtle in awe" and then skipped over to, "This Tiki- I wonder how you are dealing with her at this time. Lying with her holding you, yet I am all you can think about-" I wanted to throw up a little at this. I didn't know what was compelling me to read this garbage. Dr. Cupid knew all about me, and I knew not one damn thing about her- except now she was fucking the woman I had held so dearly to me.
I sunk back into my seat once again. I didn't know what to do next, I just knew that despite my bullshit and stepping out and about with Miranda, I was hurt. I only got connected with Miranda with Catherine's distance, but still, I was hurt. I had been stabbed in my heart, in my gut and definitely in my back. I couldn't cry at bullshit like this. I couldn't even find the strength to hit up my best friend and tell her what I discovered. I didn't want to talk to anyone. I just knew that it was over with.
I slipped the letter back into the envelope and tucked it closed. I was attempting to stop myself from the self torture. Catherine had been fucking around with a female doctor on her trips away and then returning to us to be wined and dined and fucked.
I felt myself become sick again. Us. Us as in my father and I. I already had to deal with playing nice because of her relationship with my father, her telling me that it was me she really wanted and our relationship mattered, me dealing with the guilt of taking something that my father cared so much about and the guilt of my own selfishness, her wanting it to "remain a secret to keep the household set up and relationships stable". I had been ready to move out of the house and in with her, but I also didn't want to leave my father alone. We were strangely dependent on each other despite our lack of communication and time spent together. Catherine turned this whole situation- the deceit, backstabbing, all that- into meaningless bullshit.
I had to get the hell out of this room. I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my texts, then my call log, then my contacts, but there was honestly no one I wanted to be around at the moment.
I turned on the TV and flipped for something to distract me. I finally landed on Family Guy and decided to search my stash for a fat spliff. Maybe I just needed to laugh and go to sleep.
I woke up in the same spot. I looked at my phone- Miranda, Sam, Catherine, all called. I called Miranda over and freshened up in the shower.
Walking out the bathroom, I heard the sound of the TV flipping channels and turned the corner to see Catherine on the couch, surfing.
"What's up, Tiki?" she asked, dryly.
"Um, nothing," I responded in the same tone.
"What's going on with us?" she asked, her voice revealing a sense of desperation.
"What's going on with us?" I responded nonchalantly. "I have no beef, Captain. We've both just been busy."
"I haven't been busy, Tik, I've been clawing for your attention. I have had to basically beg you to fuck me. We've spent no time together."
"You want to spend time with me?"
"Yes, Tiki, of course. Why are you acting so fucking weird? It's like I'm gone this trip and when I come back, you're on some twilight zone type shit. Fucking with little kids and not with me. ME."
Catherine's voice was climbing and getting shrill. She was saying all this shit like she cared. I wanted to present her with an Oscar and then throw it at her face.
"Fucking with little kids," I repeated slowly.
As if on cue, Miranda slowly came down the steps. She looked from me to Catherine with a confused look on her face that said "Should I leave?"
"Exactly," Catherine spat out with a snort.
"So... you answered the phone and hung up," Miranda said matter-of-factly, rolling her eyes.
"Well, as you can see, I wasn't near my phone." I tugged out the towel wrapped around me and shook my wet curls. "I'm just getting out the shower."
"Sooo...." Miranda and I both turned and looked at Catherine, whose eyes had now become glossy.
MILEAGE III
Chapter 3
Intuition.
WHEN I WAS all the way ready in my boxers and harness, I strolled over to her, threw a condom on to her torso and climbed over her. "Put that on with your mouth," I said and bit my lip.
"What?" she asked, sitting up and looking at the strap, which was now directly in her face.
"Put it on with your mouth," I repeated, and tussled her hair playfully.
She looked up at me with those piercing blue eyes, blushed and put the condom in her mouth. She slowly took the strap into her mouth almost all the way to the base. I felt her gag a little, and when she pulled back, the condom was on. She blushed again and I lay her back down, gently turning her onto her stomach.
I kissed the back of her neck, down her spine, shoulder blades, down to the small of her back. I kissed each cheek, biting them softly, then the backs of her legs and behind her knees. Then I slowly raised her back up so that she was on all fours, and kissed the center of her back as I reached around and massaged her breasts. She shivered and dipped, creating an arch.
I exhaled slowly with pleasure and slowly put it in. She let out a pleasurable sigh, her back arching more the deeper I went. I wrapped some of her purple hair around my hand and pulled her head back, nibbling on her jawline and neck. When her eyes rolled to the back of her head, I slowly started thrusting in and out, letting go of her hair and grabbing and smacking her ass as I sped up. She began to moan in Spanish (or tongue) again and that only made me go harder, rougher, faster. She let out a cry and fell limp onto the bed on her stomach.
Another session and a pearled spliff later, Miranda and I sat fully dressed on the couch in my room watching Adventure Time. Footsteps by my door at the top of the stairs distracted me and carried my vision to Captain, who skipped down the stairs smiling, a flower in her hair.
Miranda coughed.
"Look what Manny got me," she exclaimed, pulling the rose from her hair. She stopped and looked at Miranda who had ceased coughing and now looked up at her smiling.
"That's a nice flower," Miranda said as if Captain were a little kid excited about a new toy.
"Oh, that's why you look so familiar! Sammy number two! My, how you've grown," Captain said in the same condescending tone. "You're a big girl now, huh?"
Miranda chuckled. "You'd be surpr-"
I chimed in quickly to cut her off- "Where you and my dad go, Cap?"
"We'll talk," she said shortly and then retreated back to the steps. I looked around and assessed the situation. The bed was made, my room smelled like clean laundry, pot and incense, Miranda sat comfortably next to me watching TV, the lights were on and a bowl of potato chips adorned the coffee table in front of us. It was a friendly, non-sexual environment, but a woman's intuition is always right or something like that, right? I thought back to my observations of Captain's behavior since she returned.
This wasn't supposed to happen like this, though.
Miranda snapped in my face. "I'm gonna head home," she said softly. I wanted to kiss her, but paranoid that Catherine may or may not have been waiting by the door stopped me. She kissed my cheek and disappeared up the stairs.
Ten minutes later a text from Miranda- "You good?"
"Of course." I responded.
"I understand, lol." she texted back, and I appreciated it, a lot.
The next morning, I trotted upstairs to fix a quick breakfast and was greeted by a singing, cheerful Catherine. I grimaced at the thought of her and my father, sleeping together, cuddling, fucking maybe. But singing afterwards after he had already left for work was new, along with that glow. My suspicions returned and I almost was completely turned off. She was so beautiful, all natural in shorts and a T shirt, pleasantly humming around the kitchen.
"Good morning," she sang, but the singing wasn't for me.
"Morning," I greeted, setting up a bowl of cereal. "Had a good night?"
She rolled her eyes. "I got some good news," she answered, "and some more should be coming in today!" Her eyes twinkled.
"Like what?" I asked, shoving a spoon of Cocoa Krispies in my mouth. She didn't even look at me with lust in her eyes anymore.
"Oh, just some information on my next trip," she said, continuing to hum and dabble in spices.
"Cheerful to leave?"
She stopped humming and turned and stared me squarely in my eyes. "Bitter. Sweet," she said dryly.
I looked down at my bowl of cereal and slowly slurped the milk before sliding off my stool and heading down the stairs.
Minutes later as I sat watching Ridiculousness on TV, Captain came down in her house getup and cuddled up next to me on the couch. She sat quietly through the show. It was kind of awkward, almost forced, but we sat, in our weakened cuddle through two episodes.
As the credits flashed across the bottom of the screen, I checked the time on my phone and decided to jog up the stairs, headed to the fridge, raiding it for a drink.
A second later, Captain slid her arms around me, hugging me from the back, and kissed my cheek, sliding what felt like my phone into my pocket. She stepped back and headed around the corner and up the stairs. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and looked at it. Still unlocked, I had a new text message.
Miranda: Bighead!
Intuition.
A moment later, I heard the front door close.
I didn't want to leave the house for some reason but I felt the urge to shoot around, so I hit the court for a couple hours. Pulling back into the driveway, the house appeared undisturbed. I strolled over to the mailbox and checked it quickly- it wasn't empty. I sifted through the envelopes; bill, bill, bill, notice, junk, letter for Catherine. An odd sensation came over me. I read the name of who it was from: Dr. Auburn. I had seen this name before, but I was curious about it now, this letter, this Dr. Auburn. Was this her good news? I eyed the envelope for another second before slipping it in my pocket. I dropped the rest of the mail on the table beside the front door before disappearing into my cave.
Intuition.
WHEN I WAS all the way ready in my boxers and harness, I strolled over to her, threw a condom on to her torso and climbed over her. "Put that on with your mouth," I said and bit my lip.
"What?" she asked, sitting up and looking at the strap, which was now directly in her face.
"Put it on with your mouth," I repeated, and tussled her hair playfully.
She looked up at me with those piercing blue eyes, blushed and put the condom in her mouth. She slowly took the strap into her mouth almost all the way to the base. I felt her gag a little, and when she pulled back, the condom was on. She blushed again and I lay her back down, gently turning her onto her stomach.
I kissed the back of her neck, down her spine, shoulder blades, down to the small of her back. I kissed each cheek, biting them softly, then the backs of her legs and behind her knees. Then I slowly raised her back up so that she was on all fours, and kissed the center of her back as I reached around and massaged her breasts. She shivered and dipped, creating an arch.
I exhaled slowly with pleasure and slowly put it in. She let out a pleasurable sigh, her back arching more the deeper I went. I wrapped some of her purple hair around my hand and pulled her head back, nibbling on her jawline and neck. When her eyes rolled to the back of her head, I slowly started thrusting in and out, letting go of her hair and grabbing and smacking her ass as I sped up. She began to moan in Spanish (or tongue) again and that only made me go harder, rougher, faster. She let out a cry and fell limp onto the bed on her stomach.
Another session and a pearled spliff later, Miranda and I sat fully dressed on the couch in my room watching Adventure Time. Footsteps by my door at the top of the stairs distracted me and carried my vision to Captain, who skipped down the stairs smiling, a flower in her hair.
Miranda coughed.
"Look what Manny got me," she exclaimed, pulling the rose from her hair. She stopped and looked at Miranda who had ceased coughing and now looked up at her smiling.
"That's a nice flower," Miranda said as if Captain were a little kid excited about a new toy.
"Oh, that's why you look so familiar! Sammy number two! My, how you've grown," Captain said in the same condescending tone. "You're a big girl now, huh?"
Miranda chuckled. "You'd be surpr-"
I chimed in quickly to cut her off- "Where you and my dad go, Cap?"
"We'll talk," she said shortly and then retreated back to the steps. I looked around and assessed the situation. The bed was made, my room smelled like clean laundry, pot and incense, Miranda sat comfortably next to me watching TV, the lights were on and a bowl of potato chips adorned the coffee table in front of us. It was a friendly, non-sexual environment, but a woman's intuition is always right or something like that, right? I thought back to my observations of Captain's behavior since she returned.
This wasn't supposed to happen like this, though.
Miranda snapped in my face. "I'm gonna head home," she said softly. I wanted to kiss her, but paranoid that Catherine may or may not have been waiting by the door stopped me. She kissed my cheek and disappeared up the stairs.
Ten minutes later a text from Miranda- "You good?"
"Of course." I responded.
"I understand, lol." she texted back, and I appreciated it, a lot.
The next morning, I trotted upstairs to fix a quick breakfast and was greeted by a singing, cheerful Catherine. I grimaced at the thought of her and my father, sleeping together, cuddling, fucking maybe. But singing afterwards after he had already left for work was new, along with that glow. My suspicions returned and I almost was completely turned off. She was so beautiful, all natural in shorts and a T shirt, pleasantly humming around the kitchen.
"Good morning," she sang, but the singing wasn't for me.
"Morning," I greeted, setting up a bowl of cereal. "Had a good night?"
She rolled her eyes. "I got some good news," she answered, "and some more should be coming in today!" Her eyes twinkled.
"Like what?" I asked, shoving a spoon of Cocoa Krispies in my mouth. She didn't even look at me with lust in her eyes anymore.
"Oh, just some information on my next trip," she said, continuing to hum and dabble in spices.
"Cheerful to leave?"
She stopped humming and turned and stared me squarely in my eyes. "Bitter. Sweet," she said dryly.
I looked down at my bowl of cereal and slowly slurped the milk before sliding off my stool and heading down the stairs.
Minutes later as I sat watching Ridiculousness on TV, Captain came down in her house getup and cuddled up next to me on the couch. She sat quietly through the show. It was kind of awkward, almost forced, but we sat, in our weakened cuddle through two episodes.
As the credits flashed across the bottom of the screen, I checked the time on my phone and decided to jog up the stairs, headed to the fridge, raiding it for a drink.
A second later, Captain slid her arms around me, hugging me from the back, and kissed my cheek, sliding what felt like my phone into my pocket. She stepped back and headed around the corner and up the stairs. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and looked at it. Still unlocked, I had a new text message.
Miranda: Bighead!
Intuition.
A moment later, I heard the front door close.
I didn't want to leave the house for some reason but I felt the urge to shoot around, so I hit the court for a couple hours. Pulling back into the driveway, the house appeared undisturbed. I strolled over to the mailbox and checked it quickly- it wasn't empty. I sifted through the envelopes; bill, bill, bill, notice, junk, letter for Catherine. An odd sensation came over me. I read the name of who it was from: Dr. Auburn. I had seen this name before, but I was curious about it now, this letter, this Dr. Auburn. Was this her good news? I eyed the envelope for another second before slipping it in my pocket. I dropped the rest of the mail on the table beside the front door before disappearing into my cave.
MILEAGE II
Chapter 2
Part Some More.
Part Some More.
IT TOOK ME SOME time to realize they were mine. She was so fucking sexy, and I was in love. I could only bite my lip and smile semi-dryly as she walked around the couch and sat beside me. She put a hand on my propped up knee and looked from me to the blank TV.
“Fuck me,” she said, almost a whisper.
Her curls were down, she smelled like vanilla and baby powder and her eyes were twinkling again. I put my hand in her boxers and felt how wet she was. She straddled me, put my big hair in a ponytail using the hair-tie on her wrist and started sucking on my neck, hitting all my spots with her full, pink lips.
She took my hand and put it back in her boxers. I took it out and reached up her shirt instead, caressing her breasts. She took her shirt off, put my hand back in her boxers.
“Oh?” I said, eyebrow raised.
“Fuck me,” she repeated; this time it was just a breath.
So I gave her what she wanted. I sucked her titties and fucked her, letting her ride my fingers until she squeezed them with her muscles, came, shuddered, fell into my shoulder, and then continued until she did it all over again.
“Now go,” I said.
She looked baffled. Wide-eyed, she got off of my lap, adjusted her boxers and sauntered up the stairs.
“Fuck me,” she said, almost a whisper.
Her curls were down, she smelled like vanilla and baby powder and her eyes were twinkling again. I put my hand in her boxers and felt how wet she was. She straddled me, put my big hair in a ponytail using the hair-tie on her wrist and started sucking on my neck, hitting all my spots with her full, pink lips.
She took my hand and put it back in her boxers. I took it out and reached up her shirt instead, caressing her breasts. She took her shirt off, put my hand back in her boxers.
“Oh?” I said, eyebrow raised.
“Fuck me,” she repeated; this time it was just a breath.
So I gave her what she wanted. I sucked her titties and fucked her, letting her ride my fingers until she squeezed them with her muscles, came, shuddered, fell into my shoulder, and then continued until she did it all over again.
“Now go,” I said.
She looked baffled. Wide-eyed, she got off of my lap, adjusted her boxers and sauntered up the stairs.
“So now you wanna act all crazy because Cat is back,” Miranda texted, followed by about 7 cat emojis.
“LOL,” I replied, “def not acting crazy.”
“Better not be," she sent back along with a smirk emoji. I sent her one blowing a kiss and we went back and forth like that for a while and then I deleted the thread, smiling to myself. I didn’t think I was wrong for crushing on Miranda. I didn’t think I was all that wrong for going on and pursuing it, either. We were completely honest with each other concerning our situations- we were both seeing someone that we weren’t supposed to be seeing- and although we weren’t entirely exclusive to those that we were seeing, we also weren’t supposed to be seeing each other.
Before I locked my phone, Miranda shot me another text. “Come pick me up after school?”
I stared at my phone blankly, annoyed that I had my read receipt on and I now had no choice but to respond. I did want to see her; I actually missed her, but when she used phrases such as “after school” it reminded me of all the reasons why we weren’t supposed to be seeing each other. I must have been taking too long to respond because Miranda hit me again with a picture.
She was laying on her back on her bed with a black sheer bra on, her piercing blue eyes looking seductively into the camera, her curly hair (that she recently dyed an extra light, frosty lilac color) lay spread out around her face.
She was fucking bad.
I sent her a smirking emoji and let her know I would be picking her up after school by the gym.
I sat back on my bed and looked up at the ceiling. Catherine and my father had gone out somewhere nice and gay probably and were more than likely going to be gone all day since he hadn’t seen her in about half a year. This was fine. I could chill and clean all day, manage my website and have privacy without worrying about Captain bursting in when I pick up Miranda and thrash her around the room.
Miranda didn’t look her age and that made it easy to forget her age every time I saw her. I just always remembered that she was younger than me and her sister, Sammy.
Sammy was busy at a jewelry kiosk in the middle of the mall the day I decided I was going to fuck her little sister. Catherine had been gone for about two months and I found myself missing her. Usually on her trips away she wrote emails, called and texted when she could but her previous trip started her with a habit of neglecting. Whereas last trip she communicated with me few and far between, after the first week of this trip she ceased communicating with me altogether. After consulting the gods and Sammy, I decided to distract myself with other girls. I had met a couple, slept with a few, and even dared myself to entertain an “AG”, which was a complete fail. Sammy dragged me to the mall to meet some more girls and to get herself some jewelry.
As Sammy explored the jewelry kiosk, I decided to check out Gamestop. I was checking out a 2K game when I felt an assertive tap on my shoulder. I turned around and was only slightly startled to be looking down at Miranda.
She had her hair platinum blond with her black roots peeking- up in a bun so that her whole face was exposed. Those blue eyes that she shared with her sister looked up into mine. I struggled to share her gaze but I couldn’t help but to take in her hair, face, cleavage, exposed stomach, hips, thighs.
“You must see something you like,” she said smirking, something I’ve always found appealing from that first day. Her sassy, strong personality was appealing to me.
“Maybe,” I answered, searching my pockets for my phone.
She reached around to my back pocket and pulled my phone out and held it out for me, that sexy smirk on her face again. Nails done, pink claws. “I’ll get your number from Sam,” she said, then glanced at the shelf behind me. “Maybe we can set up an NBA 2K game or something. But then again-“ she crossed her arms- “I’m not too into playing games.”
Was she bagging me? I couldn’t help but to chuckle to myself.
“That's fine,” I retorted, picking up the latest game and taking my phone from her. “It’s all fun. You’ll love this game once you learn how to play it right.”
She raised an eyebrow of approval, then looked back over her shoulder at the pack of less attractive girls approaching us. “Well, I’ll hit you up so we can play the game right,” she said before turning and joining them.
I was almost speechless. I headed over to the kiosk, still watching Miranda and her friends walk away in all their torn leggings and red lipped glory. Her white bun made her stand out- that and her shapely figure.
Miranda had grown up. Although I was around and had noticed the process slightly, it wasn’t until today’s interaction that I noticed her dripping sex appeal. I licked my lips at the thought.
Sammy pointed at some spinner stud earrings. “I’m bout to get these, bitch! Bring ‘em back!” She laughed at her own joke.
“By ya damn self, “ I responded.
Miranda had texted me later on that night and we ended up talking, facetiming and eventually chilling over time. I told her all about Catherine and then she told me about her situation- she was casually dating some older guy who worked at the nearby college. Sammy hated him; I met him once before and didn’t quite form an opinion on him but thought that they would have ended by now. She told me about her waning feelings for him and how he was trying out this new “controlling” thing that she despised and then about her attraction to women. “There isn’t a label on it,” she said, cuddled up under me one night, “I just like bitches and pussy. Sexuality is fluid, anyways.” When I gave her a look, she touched my cheek softly and said gently, “I’m not Cat, Teeks. Plus, we’re just having fun, right?”
I smiled at her and blushed a little. I felt like she was G’ing me a little. But I liked it.
“LOL,” I replied, “def not acting crazy.”
“Better not be," she sent back along with a smirk emoji. I sent her one blowing a kiss and we went back and forth like that for a while and then I deleted the thread, smiling to myself. I didn’t think I was wrong for crushing on Miranda. I didn’t think I was all that wrong for going on and pursuing it, either. We were completely honest with each other concerning our situations- we were both seeing someone that we weren’t supposed to be seeing- and although we weren’t entirely exclusive to those that we were seeing, we also weren’t supposed to be seeing each other.
Before I locked my phone, Miranda shot me another text. “Come pick me up after school?”
I stared at my phone blankly, annoyed that I had my read receipt on and I now had no choice but to respond. I did want to see her; I actually missed her, but when she used phrases such as “after school” it reminded me of all the reasons why we weren’t supposed to be seeing each other. I must have been taking too long to respond because Miranda hit me again with a picture.
She was laying on her back on her bed with a black sheer bra on, her piercing blue eyes looking seductively into the camera, her curly hair (that she recently dyed an extra light, frosty lilac color) lay spread out around her face.
She was fucking bad.
I sent her a smirking emoji and let her know I would be picking her up after school by the gym.
I sat back on my bed and looked up at the ceiling. Catherine and my father had gone out somewhere nice and gay probably and were more than likely going to be gone all day since he hadn’t seen her in about half a year. This was fine. I could chill and clean all day, manage my website and have privacy without worrying about Captain bursting in when I pick up Miranda and thrash her around the room.
Miranda didn’t look her age and that made it easy to forget her age every time I saw her. I just always remembered that she was younger than me and her sister, Sammy.
Sammy was busy at a jewelry kiosk in the middle of the mall the day I decided I was going to fuck her little sister. Catherine had been gone for about two months and I found myself missing her. Usually on her trips away she wrote emails, called and texted when she could but her previous trip started her with a habit of neglecting. Whereas last trip she communicated with me few and far between, after the first week of this trip she ceased communicating with me altogether. After consulting the gods and Sammy, I decided to distract myself with other girls. I had met a couple, slept with a few, and even dared myself to entertain an “AG”, which was a complete fail. Sammy dragged me to the mall to meet some more girls and to get herself some jewelry.
As Sammy explored the jewelry kiosk, I decided to check out Gamestop. I was checking out a 2K game when I felt an assertive tap on my shoulder. I turned around and was only slightly startled to be looking down at Miranda.
She had her hair platinum blond with her black roots peeking- up in a bun so that her whole face was exposed. Those blue eyes that she shared with her sister looked up into mine. I struggled to share her gaze but I couldn’t help but to take in her hair, face, cleavage, exposed stomach, hips, thighs.
“You must see something you like,” she said smirking, something I’ve always found appealing from that first day. Her sassy, strong personality was appealing to me.
“Maybe,” I answered, searching my pockets for my phone.
She reached around to my back pocket and pulled my phone out and held it out for me, that sexy smirk on her face again. Nails done, pink claws. “I’ll get your number from Sam,” she said, then glanced at the shelf behind me. “Maybe we can set up an NBA 2K game or something. But then again-“ she crossed her arms- “I’m not too into playing games.”
Was she bagging me? I couldn’t help but to chuckle to myself.
“That's fine,” I retorted, picking up the latest game and taking my phone from her. “It’s all fun. You’ll love this game once you learn how to play it right.”
She raised an eyebrow of approval, then looked back over her shoulder at the pack of less attractive girls approaching us. “Well, I’ll hit you up so we can play the game right,” she said before turning and joining them.
I was almost speechless. I headed over to the kiosk, still watching Miranda and her friends walk away in all their torn leggings and red lipped glory. Her white bun made her stand out- that and her shapely figure.
Miranda had grown up. Although I was around and had noticed the process slightly, it wasn’t until today’s interaction that I noticed her dripping sex appeal. I licked my lips at the thought.
Sammy pointed at some spinner stud earrings. “I’m bout to get these, bitch! Bring ‘em back!” She laughed at her own joke.
“By ya damn self, “ I responded.
Miranda had texted me later on that night and we ended up talking, facetiming and eventually chilling over time. I told her all about Catherine and then she told me about her situation- she was casually dating some older guy who worked at the nearby college. Sammy hated him; I met him once before and didn’t quite form an opinion on him but thought that they would have ended by now. She told me about her waning feelings for him and how he was trying out this new “controlling” thing that she despised and then about her attraction to women. “There isn’t a label on it,” she said, cuddled up under me one night, “I just like bitches and pussy. Sexuality is fluid, anyways.” When I gave her a look, she touched my cheek softly and said gently, “I’m not Cat, Teeks. Plus, we’re just having fun, right?”
I smiled at her and blushed a little. I felt like she was G’ing me a little. But I liked it.
Now I sat in my clean room in my clean house in front of my laptop, checking out the activity on my website. Traffic well, sales well, promotions well. It felt good to make money without having to do anything but send a couple emails, hold a couple conference calls, recode here and there, and schedule a couple meetings. Looking at my phone, I noticed the time approaching to scoop up Miranda.
I freshened up, threw on some basketball shorts, HUF socks, slippers and a fresh black tee out the pack and headed out to pick up Miranda and our meal.
We barely made it down to my room before Miranda’s clothes were completely off. We kissed our way slowly down the stairs, my hands cupping her fat ass as we made our way to my bed.I freshened up, threw on some basketball shorts, HUF socks, slippers and a fresh black tee out the pack and headed out to pick up Miranda and our meal.
She bit my bottom lip and pulled my hair out of the bun it was in, all while I sucked gently on her top lip and pulled her hair out her hers. She had her frosty lilac hair straightened and it fell down her naked back, teasing her smooth skin. I moved her hair back over her shoulders and cupped her titties so I could suck on them both at the same time.
At this her eyes rolled back and her head fell back, exposing her neck so that I could kiss and suck on it as I massaged her breasts. I slowly lay her back on my bed and began taking my kisses down from her neck to her chest, kissing her dermal, and then between and under her breasts, then sucking on each one before kissing down her stomach. By the time I got to kissing her inner thighs, she was a step away from moaning- which ended up coming out boldly when I licked up all the wetness between her legs. I gently sucked on each lip before slipping my tongue inside, slowly moving it in and out and then side to side, up and down and in circles, speeding up and then slowing down so that I could tease her. Frustrated, she grabbed the back of my head, her fingers getting tangled in my thick net of curls, and pushed my face in it.
This turned me on more. She let out a moan and I slipped my fingers in my boxers, felt around and showed her what she’d caused. When she seductively licked it off and moaned, I moaned too, and decided that I had to fuck the shit out of her. I gently sucked on her clit, keeping my tongue in circles, moving my head back and forth, until her breathing got heavier, faster, shorter and her moans grew louder and louder. She pushed my head in and started grinding on my tongue, moaning something in Spanish, or tongues, not sure, until she froze, shook and fell back limply on the bed, her hand still stuck in my hair. She shook her hand weakly.
“Get it out!” she barely shouted, panting.
My hair was a big ball of curls and naps. If it isn’t braided in two or under a hat of some kind, I usually keep it in a poofy ponytail or bun. I looked closely at my hair, noticing a tendril wrapped around the clasp of one of her many bracelets. I untangled it and headed for my closet where I kept Combat, my strap.
“What are you doing?” Miranda asked, sounding lethargic.
I had only strapped her down once throughout the whole time we’ve been dealing with each other. “Nothing,” I answered back, slipping my legs into the harness.
MILEAGE
Chapter 1
Part Some.
Part Some.
Our return was nothing short of dramatic just as our departure was- always was. Not knowing when our heartbeats would collide again or if they even would for that matter intensified our long overdue- be it days or months in between it is always long overdue- meet and greets. Hands clasping forearms and then shoulders and then a full-on embrace, so that I can smell the oils on her neck and feel her gentle curls against my lips, her lips grazing my earlobes. As silly as it sounds, I feel like I can purr with pleasure. I pull away so I can look into her eyes as they wander from mine to my lips, chest, stomach, thighs and back to the depths of my eyes.
"Captain," I say, because I can't get anything else out. I wanted to kiss her passionately, I wanted to exchange I love you's, I wanted her to climb on top of me and let me hold her that way until she shook and cried out and then have her do it to me but all I could get out was "Captain".
She was stunning standing there with the world frozen around her curly hair sloppily plopped up into a bun, a sweatshirt, boyfriend jeans and beige Chucks. Naturally beautiful.
She chuckled and gave me another once over. This time I noticed a twinkle in her green eyes.
"Tiki," she said, and smiled.
I felt a presence approaching behind me and knew the sentimental moment was over. Catherine looked up behind me and reached out to pull him into a hug.
"Catherine," he almost sung. "Baby."
It always killed me to see her face when my father called her that but today I fought to catch a glimpse of that slight grimace that appeared and disappeared in a flash.
"Manny," she said softly.
I farted.
Suddenly, the affect that she had on me ceased and the airport became alive again. Manny grabbed her bags and followed them to the parking lot.
The first half of the ride was Catherine chatting about the sights she'd seen and people she'd met on her trip- she loved the rumored and confirmed rainy weather in London, the beautiful, fashion indulged Italian women with their bronze sun kissed skin and exotic eyes, described the women of Brazil and compared them to the women of the Netherlands. I had so many questions- not just about countries, cultures and women, but me. How much did you miss me, Captain? Kissing me, holding me, etc? Were those Italians or Brazilians or Swiss women better than me? I could hear myself asking the last question and see her rolling her eyes and smirking. Then, she would've put her hand on my thigh and squeezed. That would be her answer.
Usually picking her up at the airport was our time, but this time my father wanted to do the honors. She finally came in on a Saturday that he was off work and able to go. As annoying and intruding as it was I couldn't fault him for wanting to pick up his fiancée turned girlfriend from a trip that lasted months. He missed her as much as I did and saved her from the barrage of questions she had to face from me every time. She would cunningly avoid certain ones, such as the "were they better than me" questions, almost making me feel as though she actually may have fucked some women overseas. I could never tell and I quit pondering on it. I just enjoyed her as thoroughly as I could before she was off on another mission.
Seeing her hand limply intertwined in my father's made me nauseous for the first ten minutes into the ride. By the time we pulled into the driveway I was used to it all over again and ready to get out the house and- as much as I wanted to be wrapped up in her beautiful caramel body with her juices drizzling all over my tongue- away from her.
After gathering Catherine's things and getting her settled I decided to hop in the car and ride around a little bit and spend unnecessary money on clothes. As I finished adjusting my hair in the rear view, the passenger door opened and closed and there was Catherine, smiling at me, her green eyes stealing my reaction.
I didn't give her the satisfaction of having a full reaction. I pulled out the drive and headed to my secret strip.
Along the ride, Catherine's hand played up my thigh as it did almost out of habit. She let her fingers twirl around my belt loops before the unbuttoned my pants button, unzipped my fly and crept inside. The flood of warmth that took over was made apparent by the flush of color on my face and the accidental tap on the breaks.
Instead of discouraging her, this only lead her to bite her bottom lip, lick her top one and toll her fingertips around the wetness she could almost get to. The lower she moved, the more I sat up in my seat. Eventually, she gave up and I pulled into a convenient spot in front of the strip.
Catherine held my hand as we walked down to the last store, smiling and talking more about her trip. She talked with more excitement than usual, and that twinkle was back in her eye. I couldn't help but feel funny about this trip but I chalked it up as insecurity and dismissed the thought, enthusiastically encouraging her to spill the beans on her trip and partaking in her happy chatter.
"Tiki!" Sammy called out to me as I walked in to her shop. She reached over the register to shake my hand and winked at Catherine. "Captain!" she greeted. "How was the trip?"
Sammy was my loyal friend- I don't quite believe in claiming 'best friends', especially at my age. We grew up together, figured out how gay we were together, graduated back in '07 together, we even dated sets of twins. Sammy was my partner in crime and the closest person to me. However, we both know the deal- the rule that we live by is trust no one.
Catherine smiled at Sammy and wandered around the store. Sammy came around from behind the register and greeted me again with a firm hug. She brushed some hair out of her face with a sweeping hand gesture that always seemed to charm the ladies along with her piercing blue eyes and basketball player height and slender athletic build.
"Yo, Tiki, what's up?" She looked over at Catherine to make sure she was out of earshot. "Yo, Tiki, Cap is looking mad good. Like, fuckin, I don't know, a young green eyed Jada or something. Why she look so fuckin happy?"
"Because she's happy to see me, nigga," I replied coolly.
"You? Is it you she's happy to see?" She raised an eyebrow. As if on cue, Catherine turned around. "And look at that ass, Tiki. You nor your father"- I winced at this- "have thrashed that in months so why is that thang so fat? You gave her the welcome home di-" Catherine walked over and grabbed my arm.
"Watch me try this on?" she asked seductively and all the bullshit Sammy placed in my mind was replaced by fantasies.
"Okay," I answered, following her to the dressing rooms. There, she pulled me inside a room and kissed me passionately and lustfully, so intense that I could feel myself dampening. I pulled her curly bun back and began kissing her neck and earlobes, reaching around to grab her plump, round ass that still managed to stand out in her faded jeans. Her breaths got heavier as I squeezed tighter and she slipped her hands under my shirt and let them slide down my back. Her touch gave me chills and I pulled off her shirt. She had on no bra and the most beautiful, perky breasts. I lent in and let my tongue flicker over her hard nipple, grabbed the other breast in my hand and massaged gently. I felt her head fall back and her fingers playing with her zipper. Shortly after, her pants fell to the floor and I got on my knees and slowly pulled her blue panties down. She shaved.
Catherine almost always shaved- except when she went on a trip. She maintained a clean bikini line but always grew her strip out when she was away. Today she stood in front of me, eyes rolled back, hand in the back of my head, clean shaven, anticipating that sensation when the warmth from my mouth meets her lips and clit. I couldn't. I stood up, kissed her forehead.
"I'll wait out here for you in that dress," I muttered and stepped out the room before I can see her reaction or face interrogation for my actions. I heard her sigh just as I left.
I sat on the couch in the "den" section of my room, channel surfing. There was nothing on TV worth watching or maybe there was, but my haunting thoughts were preventing me from seeing any of that. I noticed the same things that Sammy noticed. I noticed the glow. There was personal upkeep. But what really fucked my mind up was- did my dad notice these things, too? I changed the channel, pressing the up button so hard my finger cramped. Finally, I hit off.
At that moment, like a dream, Catherine glided down the stairs in a white t-shirt and boxers.
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