Chapter 12
Explanation.
SAM AND I sat on her bed, listening to music and cyphering spliffs. I didn't yet tell her about my morning and I guess Miranda hadn't either, because she didn't press me. She just accepted my company and weed.
I ashed the spliff and dropped it in the tray.
"Sam, I gotta tell you what happened, bro," I said suddenly.
She leaned back and hit her blunt.
"Oh man. Shoot," she agreed.
I ran down the eavesdropping through my door, the discussion with my father, Miranda confirming the sex between Sam and Catherine and then the fight over some failed setup between Miranda and Catherine. I added the argument between Miranda and I at the end and let her take it all in.
"So wait," Sam said, looking confused as she hit the blunt. "Your dad knows about me and Captain?"
"Yeah," I answered. "But I don't think he feels any type of way towards you because of it, his beef is with Catherine."
"But, nah, see Tiki, that's fucked all the way up. I don't want your father feeling a way towards me. I love him like he's my own father."
Sam was obviously upset her spot was blown but I couldn't feel bad. She should've thought about that. She risked our relationship sleeping with Catherine's dumbass as well.
"He's not upset at you, Sam. He's upset at Catherine. She cheated on him with a man and two women to his knowledge and he has a feeling on a third person. He's not worried abut you over here thinking with your strap like you always do. But, how about this shit you and Miranda tried to pull on Catherine?" I asked. I glanced at my phone and saw no text from Miranda. I hit her up with a message asking if she was okay and locked my phone.
"Well, you know that I wanted to get revenge on Capt., right?"
I nodded.
"Well, I had Miranda start flirting with her and texting her shit. I wanted to show out Catherine's hoeness. I set it up to the point where her and Miranda would end up in a room together expecting to fuck, so I could record it all. Miranda would reject and play her, of course, and then I would show you and your father the footage. Catherine would get the boot, life would go on. But-"
"But what?" I cut off, annoyed. What a stupid game. This shit isn't Maury, as much as it resembled it.
"But when Miranda seen just how much Catherine was down for it, she got pissed off and quit the plan. And wanted to fight Catherine, which apparently, she did. Yo, she ohdee loves you and I just absolutely cannot with this shit."
I sat taking Sam's words in. I glanced at my phone to see that Miranda still hadn't texted back. I wasn't the type to blow up phones and I was trying to figure out if I was mad at her or not so I put my phone down and let that situation rock.
"My sister is an idiot, and she has this sassiness to her and she doesn't take shit. And that's something that I know you like, maybe love about her, shit, that's something that I love about her. She doesn't like people crossing her or people that she loves and when that happens she don't take it. She don't allow it. Yeah, she has some growing up to do but you knew that. So you can't be that mad."
I let Sam say what she had to say and she had valid points that I could agree with. At the same time I was annoyed and found all of them childish. The turned my situation into some sort of game and it was serious. And on top of all the bullshit sat Catherine's hoe ass. She needed help. She obviously had a problem. She couldn't really love herself, especially when she kept fucking over everyone that loved her. I sat in silence for a couple seconds thinking everything over and smoking. I looked at my phone, no Miranda.
"Well, she's not talking to me," I sighed.
"Probably because she feels like you were caping for Cap. Which you were low key. Which I understand. You love Catherine at the end of the day despite her ways and you are falling for Randa, and you don't want anything to happen to anyone, but you have to understand that nigg*s gotta reap what they sow, including you and me. She'll get over this in due time and you gotta apologize, but you looking like you don't want to do that right now. Leave it alone until you're ready and you got your thoughts through." Sam slapped me on the shoulder and snatched the blunt out of my mouth, laughing.
I chuckled but really absorbed her words. Sam was goofy as shit, and didn't love these hoes, but she had a good head on most of the time. We were partners for a reason. Best friends without the title. We definitely had a bromance and it was a strong one, one that a thot almost fucked up but never really could.
I left Sam's crib with Miranda still not talking to me. I tried calling twice, texted her a "?" and left it alone, especially since I wasn't completely over the levels everyone around me was stooping to.
I sat to myself in my room watching Family Guy until I couldn't take it anymore and shut the TV off. Before I left Sam's house she showed me the messages between Catherine and Miranda. I was dumbfounded. How could Catherine be so stupid? She couldn't possibly believe Miranda. The messages from Miranda weren't even believable. I decided that I needed to sit down and talk to Catherine. Not bark at her, yell at her, make her feel inferior, but actually sit her down and have a discussion and try to understand what and how her mind worked. There was something wrong there.
I called Catherine about three times back to back to back before she answered-- this situation was important enough for me to blow her phone up over.
She sounded surprised but timidly agreed to come home and talk about things.
Waiting for her, I got up and started neatening up. I really couldn't stand a mess, but when Miranda stormed out, she managed to clean the majority of the mess we had made.
I was left with fluffing pillows, picking up lint and putting change away in my coin jar.
Finally, she sauntered down the stairs, looking as though she was stressed out and tuckered out from working all day.
"Tiki," she said, sitting on the couch.
I took her in. I hadn't really checked her out since everything went down but she was naturally beautiful. Brown, curly hair against golden brown skin, a beautiful smile graced with dimples and a crazy body. Her thighs were smooth and golden and could make anyone drool and wish to be in between them. I almost caught myself but remembered who and where I was-- and who and what Catherine was.
"You look pretty," I started off.
She seemed to relax a little bit. "Thanks," she responded. "You look okay."
"Just okay?" I licked my thumbs and ran them along my eyebrows. "Girl. This is more than just some okay," I joked.
She laughed a little and it was beautiful to hear and see.
"Okay, you're maybe a little more than okay," she said, still giggling.
"You sure?" I asked her. Somewhere deep down I was dying to reach over and tickle her just so her laughter wouldn't end, but of course, I couldn't, and wouldn't, so I didn't.
"Yeah, I'm sure," she answered, still flashing her beautiful smile. Then I felt it- that pain. It struck me hard in my heart and then I remembered what we were here for. She had been sharing that beautiful smile and more with too many people. She fucked us all over, literally.
"So Catherine," I started, not quite sure of where to begin. "You know that I know now, about Mr. and Mrs. Dr. Auburn and Sam and Miranda. I just feel like, if you love me or loved me like you SAID you did, that you could at lease provide an explanation or something. Catherine, my father was good to you, but I was good to you, too. I gave you all of me, denied my intuition when it was telling me you was on some funny shit and still fucked with you.
"And I was excited to see you every time I came to pick you up at the airport. I fucked you good, fed you, loved you, all of that shit. Like, can I have an explanation? What did I do wrong? Why all these people, Catherine? Why do you fuck all these people?" I felt almost out of breath after getting all of that off my chest. I looked at her with all of me and noticed that her eyes were wet. She looked down and started crying, heavily, so that her shoulders shook and you could tell she was crying from deep down inside.
I watched her cry and wanted to console her but didn't. I let her let it all out-- it looked as though she hadn't done that in a while. I passed her tissue from off my table and she dabbed her eyes before blowing her nose. Her vulnerability made me want to take her in my arms and hold her until she was back to normal.
She looked up at me with big wet puppy eyes. "Tiki, I'm so sorry. I am so sorry. You have to know that I never meant to hurt you or your father, at all. I love you and I love your father, too. In different ways. When I met your father, I met...
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Thursday, February 25, 2016
MILEAGE XI
Chapter 11
Bodies. -- 2
"CATHERINE," I ATTEMPTED to look into her eyes but she looked through me. "Explain yourself. You look really bad right now."
"Tiki," my father, said, straining again. "What is this?"
Surprised, I looked away from Catherine and looked over at my father, who looked like he was on the verge of tears himself. "What?" I asked him.
Just then my door slowly opened and Miranda slowly walked out, looking timid, which I've never really experienced seeing on her face. "Tiki?"
"Are you leaving?" I asked, trying to convey the fact that I didn't want her to do that with my facial expression.
"Oh no," she said, and the timidness was gone in a flash. "I, um, I'm sorry but I couldn't help but overhear some things Mr. Bates." She walked over to the counter and leaned on it beside him. "This isn't completely my business-"
"No, it's not at all, really," my father said in the same stressful tone he had been carrying for the discussion, cutting her off.
"But now it is, somewhat," Miranda continued, almost rude in her assertiveness. "Because now you're talking about my sister. And as a matter of fact, I've seen Cathy over here, over there a lot. A whole lot. And I've heard her--"
"Miranda," I cut in, and I hated my tone as soon as it fell out of my mouth. I sounded like I was chastising a child. The age thing and the fact that Miranda was in high school hung in the background, peeking it's head out once in a while like a common cold in the winter. I couldn't help it, though. The last thing my father needed was Miranda rubbing in the fact that Sam had Catherine multiple times, in multiple ways, making multiple noises.
Miranda looked at me like she wanted to fight. I gave her a pouty face but she just turned back to my father. "You get my point," she finished.
My father sat quietly absorbing the information he just received from Miranda. The back of my mind was buzzing- I knew Miranda and I were going to have our first argument fairly soon, but for now the major portion of my mind was on my father and what was going to happen next. I watched him put his face in his hands and sighed.
Catherine just continued to sit quietly. She sniffled once, but her eyes, which were once fighting back a storm sat blank and dry on her face. Miranda folded her arms. The room's silence was uncomfortable.
My father broke the still and got up from his stool. He slowly and quietly walked past the three of us and out the door. We stood silently as we heard the door slam behind him and finally the engine of his car turn on and pull off. It completely fell silent again and I just continued to stare at Catherine as Miranda's burning eyes sank into the side of my face.
"So..." Miranda finally spoke up. "Cathy, honey, you not going to admit to anything?"
Catherine's lip started trembling again and I almost lost my shit. How could she sit here and cry, feel sorry for herself after putting all of us through what she did?
"Catherine, do you not care about anyone but yourself?" Miranda continued. She sounded livid, as though Catherine had cheated on her as well. The thought made me laugh until I realized with Catherine, anything was possible.
"Wait a minute here," I interrupted with bewilderment. "What? Did something happen between the two-"
"Oh HELL NO!" Miranda cut off. "Never will I do anything with that tainted ass nasty dirty pussy ass bitch." With every insult, Miranda took a step closer to Catherine and I felt shit about to turn ugly. To my surprise, Catherine didn't flinch. She just continued to sit staring out the kitchen window with her bottom lip trembling. "This dirty, stank pussy, want to sleep with everybody ass bitch. Tiki, this girl is a whore."
I was so confused as to where all this anger Miranda had bursting out of her was coming from. She didn't know about the man doctor because she hadn't read the letter and me nor my father had said anything out loud about it. I didn't dare ask her, though, and although I felt slightly sorry for Catherine, I wasn't getting in between them just yet. "Am I missing something?" I asked.
"I should have told you, but Sam was like, nah, she wanted to tell you." My face fell. What the fuck is going on?
At this point Miranda was so close to Catherine that I'm sure she could smell and interpret her breath. "You're disgusting, Catherine. You really, REALLY thought I would play Tiki and sleep with you after you slept with my big SISTER? Bitch, I am the enemy. You are the hoe."
This must have stuck a nerve with Catherine because in a flash I saw her do something I never expected her to do. She slapped Miranda square across her face. Miranda didn't blink, gasp-- nothing. She immediately pulled Catherine off the stool by her hair and proceeded to beat her ass. I rushed over and picked Miranda the Pitbull off of her, picking her up like she was a 24 pack of toilet paper. She fought my grasp, still trying to grab for Catherine but I held her tightly. Catherine stood up and adjusted her clothing and attempted to fix her hair. Her face was bright red. She looked stressed.
"You still not gonna say anything, Catherine?" Miranda shouted. "Nothing at all?"
I was not only only confused, I was disgusted. Although Catherine needed her ass beat several times in several different ways, although her muteness made me want to choke her for an entire Alaskan winter, Miranda was just too fine to be doing that stupid popping off shit and to me, it was a showcase of her immaturity. It brought me back to high school and that was a turn off.
As Miranda annoyingly barked at Catherine, Catherine just stood there in that same annoying silence. Finally, she sauntered off. Miranda finally stopped bucking.
"So," she said, almost snarling at me.
"So, what the fuck is wrong with you!?" I asked her. "What the fuck is all that?"
"Don't fucking scold me, Tiki. You're fucking me, I'm not your child, which you seemed to think earlier."
"The fuck are you talking about? Don't try to flip side on this shit! Like what the fuck was that childish shit?"
"Tiki, that bitch needs her ass beat. She did some really fucked up shit to you, and you're dead sitting here defending her, like she's not a nasty bitch, like she didn't cheat on you with an entire African village. And she SLAPPED me, did you miss that? She had no right putting her dirty little ass hoe hands on me. I can't believe you're really defending her." Just then Catherine sauntered back in.
Miranda turned around and disappeared into my room where I could hear her fussing around. Minutes later, she reappeared, fully clothed. She shot me a dirty look, bumped Catherine with her shoulder and was out the door.
Catherine and I just stood there, alone. Me in shock and her with her face still stuck on stupid. It was understandable why Miranda would want to beat her ass but I couldn't help but feel like it was wrong. Then again, I was still confused as to what happened with her, Sam and Miranda.
"Catherine, you not gonna tell me shit, right?" I asked her. It was more like a statement. I already knew my answer. She just continued to stare off, and fed up, I went downstairs to assess my room.
To my surprise, Miranda cleaned my room, spread the new sheet on the bed and made it and put my dirty clothes and sheets away. I didn't have to whoop her ass for that, but I did have to whoop her ass for almost completely whooping Catherine. What Miranda said to me reverberated around my brain. I wasn't defending Catherine, exactly, was I? I just couldn't stand seeing her fucked up, and couldn't stand seeing Miranda fucking her up, despite her bringing that on to herself with that smack to the face. Then again, if anyone was that close to my face popping off, I know I would have straight up duffed them.
I shook my head. I wasn't choosing sides here. Perhaps that was wrong of me, though. Maybe I should be picking a side and that was Miranda's side. Maybe I owed her an apology.
I ran the shower until it got steamy and the air was tight and stuffy. I stood there for what felt like almost forever just letting the heat and hot water roll off my back and face. Finally I washed and scrubbed and rinsed off, getting dressed and towel drying my curls and pulling it in it's usual bun at the top of my head.
I hit up Sam to let her know I was coming over and headed upstairs to get a bottle of water before getting in the car. Catherine was nowhere to be seen or heard.
Once outside, I checked the mailbox out of curiosity. Surprisingly, there was a letter from the infamous Shakespeare in Love Dr. I took it out and stuffed it in the pocket of my sweats. I wasn't in the mood to read it now and honestly wasn't in the mood to read it ever. But Sam would be curious and Catherine didn't deserve to get this. Additionally, I still hadn't admitted to my father my sins, so taking this would also serve as a precaution just in case I was mentioned by name.
Bodies. -- 2
"CATHERINE," I ATTEMPTED to look into her eyes but she looked through me. "Explain yourself. You look really bad right now."
"Tiki," my father, said, straining again. "What is this?"
Surprised, I looked away from Catherine and looked over at my father, who looked like he was on the verge of tears himself. "What?" I asked him.
Just then my door slowly opened and Miranda slowly walked out, looking timid, which I've never really experienced seeing on her face. "Tiki?"
"Are you leaving?" I asked, trying to convey the fact that I didn't want her to do that with my facial expression.
"Oh no," she said, and the timidness was gone in a flash. "I, um, I'm sorry but I couldn't help but overhear some things Mr. Bates." She walked over to the counter and leaned on it beside him. "This isn't completely my business-"
"No, it's not at all, really," my father said in the same stressful tone he had been carrying for the discussion, cutting her off.
"But now it is, somewhat," Miranda continued, almost rude in her assertiveness. "Because now you're talking about my sister. And as a matter of fact, I've seen Cathy over here, over there a lot. A whole lot. And I've heard her--"
"Miranda," I cut in, and I hated my tone as soon as it fell out of my mouth. I sounded like I was chastising a child. The age thing and the fact that Miranda was in high school hung in the background, peeking it's head out once in a while like a common cold in the winter. I couldn't help it, though. The last thing my father needed was Miranda rubbing in the fact that Sam had Catherine multiple times, in multiple ways, making multiple noises.
Miranda looked at me like she wanted to fight. I gave her a pouty face but she just turned back to my father. "You get my point," she finished.
My father sat quietly absorbing the information he just received from Miranda. The back of my mind was buzzing- I knew Miranda and I were going to have our first argument fairly soon, but for now the major portion of my mind was on my father and what was going to happen next. I watched him put his face in his hands and sighed.
Catherine just continued to sit quietly. She sniffled once, but her eyes, which were once fighting back a storm sat blank and dry on her face. Miranda folded her arms. The room's silence was uncomfortable.
My father broke the still and got up from his stool. He slowly and quietly walked past the three of us and out the door. We stood silently as we heard the door slam behind him and finally the engine of his car turn on and pull off. It completely fell silent again and I just continued to stare at Catherine as Miranda's burning eyes sank into the side of my face.
"So..." Miranda finally spoke up. "Cathy, honey, you not going to admit to anything?"
Catherine's lip started trembling again and I almost lost my shit. How could she sit here and cry, feel sorry for herself after putting all of us through what she did?
"Catherine, do you not care about anyone but yourself?" Miranda continued. She sounded livid, as though Catherine had cheated on her as well. The thought made me laugh until I realized with Catherine, anything was possible.
"Wait a minute here," I interrupted with bewilderment. "What? Did something happen between the two-"
"Oh HELL NO!" Miranda cut off. "Never will I do anything with that tainted ass nasty dirty pussy ass bitch." With every insult, Miranda took a step closer to Catherine and I felt shit about to turn ugly. To my surprise, Catherine didn't flinch. She just continued to sit staring out the kitchen window with her bottom lip trembling. "This dirty, stank pussy, want to sleep with everybody ass bitch. Tiki, this girl is a whore."
I was so confused as to where all this anger Miranda had bursting out of her was coming from. She didn't know about the man doctor because she hadn't read the letter and me nor my father had said anything out loud about it. I didn't dare ask her, though, and although I felt slightly sorry for Catherine, I wasn't getting in between them just yet. "Am I missing something?" I asked.
"I should have told you, but Sam was like, nah, she wanted to tell you." My face fell. What the fuck is going on?
At this point Miranda was so close to Catherine that I'm sure she could smell and interpret her breath. "You're disgusting, Catherine. You really, REALLY thought I would play Tiki and sleep with you after you slept with my big SISTER? Bitch, I am the enemy. You are the hoe."
This must have stuck a nerve with Catherine because in a flash I saw her do something I never expected her to do. She slapped Miranda square across her face. Miranda didn't blink, gasp-- nothing. She immediately pulled Catherine off the stool by her hair and proceeded to beat her ass. I rushed over and picked Miranda the Pitbull off of her, picking her up like she was a 24 pack of toilet paper. She fought my grasp, still trying to grab for Catherine but I held her tightly. Catherine stood up and adjusted her clothing and attempted to fix her hair. Her face was bright red. She looked stressed.
"You still not gonna say anything, Catherine?" Miranda shouted. "Nothing at all?"
I was not only only confused, I was disgusted. Although Catherine needed her ass beat several times in several different ways, although her muteness made me want to choke her for an entire Alaskan winter, Miranda was just too fine to be doing that stupid popping off shit and to me, it was a showcase of her immaturity. It brought me back to high school and that was a turn off.
As Miranda annoyingly barked at Catherine, Catherine just stood there in that same annoying silence. Finally, she sauntered off. Miranda finally stopped bucking.
"So," she said, almost snarling at me.
"So, what the fuck is wrong with you!?" I asked her. "What the fuck is all that?"
"Don't fucking scold me, Tiki. You're fucking me, I'm not your child, which you seemed to think earlier."
"The fuck are you talking about? Don't try to flip side on this shit! Like what the fuck was that childish shit?"
"Tiki, that bitch needs her ass beat. She did some really fucked up shit to you, and you're dead sitting here defending her, like she's not a nasty bitch, like she didn't cheat on you with an entire African village. And she SLAPPED me, did you miss that? She had no right putting her dirty little ass hoe hands on me. I can't believe you're really defending her." Just then Catherine sauntered back in.
Miranda turned around and disappeared into my room where I could hear her fussing around. Minutes later, she reappeared, fully clothed. She shot me a dirty look, bumped Catherine with her shoulder and was out the door.
Catherine and I just stood there, alone. Me in shock and her with her face still stuck on stupid. It was understandable why Miranda would want to beat her ass but I couldn't help but feel like it was wrong. Then again, I was still confused as to what happened with her, Sam and Miranda.
"Catherine, you not gonna tell me shit, right?" I asked her. It was more like a statement. I already knew my answer. She just continued to stare off, and fed up, I went downstairs to assess my room.
To my surprise, Miranda cleaned my room, spread the new sheet on the bed and made it and put my dirty clothes and sheets away. I didn't have to whoop her ass for that, but I did have to whoop her ass for almost completely whooping Catherine. What Miranda said to me reverberated around my brain. I wasn't defending Catherine, exactly, was I? I just couldn't stand seeing her fucked up, and couldn't stand seeing Miranda fucking her up, despite her bringing that on to herself with that smack to the face. Then again, if anyone was that close to my face popping off, I know I would have straight up duffed them.
I shook my head. I wasn't choosing sides here. Perhaps that was wrong of me, though. Maybe I should be picking a side and that was Miranda's side. Maybe I owed her an apology.
I ran the shower until it got steamy and the air was tight and stuffy. I stood there for what felt like almost forever just letting the heat and hot water roll off my back and face. Finally I washed and scrubbed and rinsed off, getting dressed and towel drying my curls and pulling it in it's usual bun at the top of my head.
I hit up Sam to let her know I was coming over and headed upstairs to get a bottle of water before getting in the car. Catherine was nowhere to be seen or heard.
Once outside, I checked the mailbox out of curiosity. Surprisingly, there was a letter from the infamous Shakespeare in Love Dr. I took it out and stuffed it in the pocket of my sweats. I wasn't in the mood to read it now and honestly wasn't in the mood to read it ever. But Sam would be curious and Catherine didn't deserve to get this. Additionally, I still hadn't admitted to my father my sins, so taking this would also serve as a precaution just in case I was mentioned by name.
MILEAGE X
Chapter 10
Bodies -- 1
THE LOOK on Catherine's face when she looked from me in my sport's bra and boxer briefs and messy bed hair to Miranda with equally as messy bed hair was slightly funny, briefly fulfilling and enjoyable even for a moment until a brief pang of guilt hit me somewhere inside. She looked upset but she was clearly trying to conceal it.
My father on the other hand looked from me to Miranda and then blushing, quickly turned away, missing Catherine's reaction completely. All I could get out for the moment was a tiny:
"Yeah, Pop?"
"Get some clothes on, let's talk?" he asked, still looking at the wall.
"Sure, Pops," I answered, slowly closing the door on him and Catherine's blank face.
I could backhand Miranda. Twice now.
Miranda quickly scuttled down the stairs to avoid me drop kicking her and I ran after her, almost tripping on the sheet that she let drag on the carpet behind her.
"I'm going to kill you," I said to her through gritted teeth.
She giggled and plopped back on the bed, still naked, letting the sheet slide down to the floor. I leaned over her and kissed her giggles away. She dead had me on full simp mode and although I could understand it and she deserved it, I wasn't ready to be ready for it. Miranda put her fingers in my hair and began massaging the thought away.
"You're not killing anyone," she whispered lustfully.
"Don't do that," I said to her, backing up and heading to my dresser. "Unfortunately, I have business to handle." I pouted at her.
"Aw, poor thing," she replied, pouting back.
"Yeah, I might be moving sooner than I thought. But either way," I slipped on a pair of basketball shorts, "I'm going to fuck you up."
Miranda rolled her eyes and curled up into a ball on the bed. Pulling a wifebeater over my head, I walked over to my linen closet and threw a sheet at her. She happily wrapped herself up in it.
"Be right back," I said, sadly, and headed upstairs.
Catherine and my father sat in the kitchen, in an awkward silence that slapped me in the face when I entered. The silence actually almost physically turned me around and pushed me out the door but the look of absolute stress on my father's face kept me there. I slowly sauntered past Catherine and sat on the other side of him.
"So... Father?" I asked, nervously. I definitely, definitely, should have smoked before enduring this weighted situation.
He placed a small pile of letters on the counter in front of me and my stomach instantly dropped and my hands grew cold. I felt like I was at the starting line for a race at an important meet after having missed a week of practice smoking and drinking. Basically, I felt like I was walking into a set up for failure.
"You should read this," he said, sounding more stressed than he looked. Guilt started dancing around inside of me because I knew how he felt- and I was part of the reason he felt like this.
I took the stack of letters and unfolded the first one. My eyes instantly jumped to the date and I almost choked on my spit when it registered. Catherine was more fucked up a person than I thought. The date on the letter was one before me and her even began our intense fling-- which apparently was meaningless-- well, obviously, was meaningless.
My eyes scanned the letter, reading as a doctor, who apparently was male, expressed his feelings for Catherine as well as the guilt for having these feelings when he had a wife and kids and she had a fiance and a future stepdaughter. As if that wasn't enough, the good doctor signed the letter in sloppy but legible script: "Dr. Auburn".
I wanted to vomit. I literally gagged. I put the letter down and stared bullets in to Catherine. Her face remained blank. I wanted to spit in it.
"Catherine," I said. "Are you fucking-"
"Keep reading," my father boomed. I almost looked around for James Earl Jones. His voice went from stressed and strained to angry and heavy. I wish I could figure out what he was thinking.
I picked up the next letter and read. More about Dr. Auburn-- the male-- and his undying love. The next letter was his sadness over her breaking it off because she had fallen in love with someone else. He questioned her sexual health, then her sexual orientation and asked who "this lover girl" was. I looked at the date on this letter-- our fling had freshly started.
I didn't glare at Catherine after this letter because at least she tried to have some kind of couth about her even though she was still trifling. I halfway appreciated that, but I still wanted to throw her shit out on to the lawn and start up the sprinklers and then change the locks.
I kept reading until I got the second to last letter. This letter was from someone I was already familiar with. Suddenly the female Catherine was in love with disappeared from matter. The doctor poured out her love and not once was there mention of my father. It seemed he disappeared when she went from Dr. Auburn the Male to me.
The last letter was Dr. Auburn the Female talking shit about me for the most part. Although no name was mentioned, the perceived jealousy made it obvious (to me) that I was the topic.
Again, I put the letter down and shot Catherine a glare of death. She refused to look at me. I slid the letters to my father in an irritated and disgusted silence. Perhaps this was the silence that smacked me and attempted to push me back out the door.
"Well," my father rubbed his head, messing his hair up. His voice was back to stressed. "This isn't something I would've discussed with you normally, Tiki," he started. "But it looks like Catherine has been messing with a young female amongst others." He looked extremely hurt, like physically, as if someone ran over half of his body with a Denali. I felt absolutely terrible and didn't understand how Catherine could not feel just as terrible. "I caught a glimpse of Sam in Catherine's phone so I wanted to ask you if you knew anything about that. Catherine..." His voice trailed off and I felt terrible because I knew that my father felt deep down that the female being dragged in that letter was me, and that, on top of that, Sam had gotten some of Catherine, too.
"Catherine..." I looked over to her as she stared blankly out the window across from us. She didn't turn to face me, didn't acknowledge me, didn't blink. She appeared completely spaced out, as if she were dealing with trauma. Fuck that. "CATHERINE," I said louder. She didn't move. I got up and walked around the island so that I was facing her. I banged on the counter top in front of her so hard my hands tingled. "Catherine, Catherine, fucking Catherine!" She stared me straight in my face, her eyes tearing up. Her bottom lip dramatically trembled as she fought back her tsunami. I wanted to hold her, roll my eyes, curse her out and tell her everything was going to be all good at the same time. I opened my mouth but nothing came out. Catherine sniffled and a tear rolled out and down her cheek. "Catherine," I said gently. "We were best friends, you and my dad were best friends. Speak up."
"Catherine is denying ever having done anything with Sam," my father interjected.
I was stuck. I couldn't squeal on Sam, but I couldn't lie to my father. I had done way more than enough damage. I couldn't admit to my father I knew about Sam and Catherine without snitching on myself. I had to snitch on myself at some point, however. I couldn't lie to him anymore. I couldn't stand to hurt him anymore, though. I had no idea what to do and the shit was actually currently blowing up and I had front seats.
Bodies -- 1
THE LOOK on Catherine's face when she looked from me in my sport's bra and boxer briefs and messy bed hair to Miranda with equally as messy bed hair was slightly funny, briefly fulfilling and enjoyable even for a moment until a brief pang of guilt hit me somewhere inside. She looked upset but she was clearly trying to conceal it.
My father on the other hand looked from me to Miranda and then blushing, quickly turned away, missing Catherine's reaction completely. All I could get out for the moment was a tiny:
"Yeah, Pop?"
"Get some clothes on, let's talk?" he asked, still looking at the wall.
"Sure, Pops," I answered, slowly closing the door on him and Catherine's blank face.
I could backhand Miranda. Twice now.
Miranda quickly scuttled down the stairs to avoid me drop kicking her and I ran after her, almost tripping on the sheet that she let drag on the carpet behind her.
"I'm going to kill you," I said to her through gritted teeth.
She giggled and plopped back on the bed, still naked, letting the sheet slide down to the floor. I leaned over her and kissed her giggles away. She dead had me on full simp mode and although I could understand it and she deserved it, I wasn't ready to be ready for it. Miranda put her fingers in my hair and began massaging the thought away.
"You're not killing anyone," she whispered lustfully.
"Don't do that," I said to her, backing up and heading to my dresser. "Unfortunately, I have business to handle." I pouted at her.
"Aw, poor thing," she replied, pouting back.
"Yeah, I might be moving sooner than I thought. But either way," I slipped on a pair of basketball shorts, "I'm going to fuck you up."
Miranda rolled her eyes and curled up into a ball on the bed. Pulling a wifebeater over my head, I walked over to my linen closet and threw a sheet at her. She happily wrapped herself up in it.
"Be right back," I said, sadly, and headed upstairs.
Catherine and my father sat in the kitchen, in an awkward silence that slapped me in the face when I entered. The silence actually almost physically turned me around and pushed me out the door but the look of absolute stress on my father's face kept me there. I slowly sauntered past Catherine and sat on the other side of him.
"So... Father?" I asked, nervously. I definitely, definitely, should have smoked before enduring this weighted situation.
He placed a small pile of letters on the counter in front of me and my stomach instantly dropped and my hands grew cold. I felt like I was at the starting line for a race at an important meet after having missed a week of practice smoking and drinking. Basically, I felt like I was walking into a set up for failure.
"You should read this," he said, sounding more stressed than he looked. Guilt started dancing around inside of me because I knew how he felt- and I was part of the reason he felt like this.
I took the stack of letters and unfolded the first one. My eyes instantly jumped to the date and I almost choked on my spit when it registered. Catherine was more fucked up a person than I thought. The date on the letter was one before me and her even began our intense fling-- which apparently was meaningless-- well, obviously, was meaningless.
My eyes scanned the letter, reading as a doctor, who apparently was male, expressed his feelings for Catherine as well as the guilt for having these feelings when he had a wife and kids and she had a fiance and a future stepdaughter. As if that wasn't enough, the good doctor signed the letter in sloppy but legible script: "Dr. Auburn".
I wanted to vomit. I literally gagged. I put the letter down and stared bullets in to Catherine. Her face remained blank. I wanted to spit in it.
"Catherine," I said. "Are you fucking-"
"Keep reading," my father boomed. I almost looked around for James Earl Jones. His voice went from stressed and strained to angry and heavy. I wish I could figure out what he was thinking.
I picked up the next letter and read. More about Dr. Auburn-- the male-- and his undying love. The next letter was his sadness over her breaking it off because she had fallen in love with someone else. He questioned her sexual health, then her sexual orientation and asked who "this lover girl" was. I looked at the date on this letter-- our fling had freshly started.
I didn't glare at Catherine after this letter because at least she tried to have some kind of couth about her even though she was still trifling. I halfway appreciated that, but I still wanted to throw her shit out on to the lawn and start up the sprinklers and then change the locks.
I kept reading until I got the second to last letter. This letter was from someone I was already familiar with. Suddenly the female Catherine was in love with disappeared from matter. The doctor poured out her love and not once was there mention of my father. It seemed he disappeared when she went from Dr. Auburn the Male to me.
The last letter was Dr. Auburn the Female talking shit about me for the most part. Although no name was mentioned, the perceived jealousy made it obvious (to me) that I was the topic.
Again, I put the letter down and shot Catherine a glare of death. She refused to look at me. I slid the letters to my father in an irritated and disgusted silence. Perhaps this was the silence that smacked me and attempted to push me back out the door.
"Well," my father rubbed his head, messing his hair up. His voice was back to stressed. "This isn't something I would've discussed with you normally, Tiki," he started. "But it looks like Catherine has been messing with a young female amongst others." He looked extremely hurt, like physically, as if someone ran over half of his body with a Denali. I felt absolutely terrible and didn't understand how Catherine could not feel just as terrible. "I caught a glimpse of Sam in Catherine's phone so I wanted to ask you if you knew anything about that. Catherine..." His voice trailed off and I felt terrible because I knew that my father felt deep down that the female being dragged in that letter was me, and that, on top of that, Sam had gotten some of Catherine, too.
"Catherine..." I looked over to her as she stared blankly out the window across from us. She didn't turn to face me, didn't acknowledge me, didn't blink. She appeared completely spaced out, as if she were dealing with trauma. Fuck that. "CATHERINE," I said louder. She didn't move. I got up and walked around the island so that I was facing her. I banged on the counter top in front of her so hard my hands tingled. "Catherine, Catherine, fucking Catherine!" She stared me straight in my face, her eyes tearing up. Her bottom lip dramatically trembled as she fought back her tsunami. I wanted to hold her, roll my eyes, curse her out and tell her everything was going to be all good at the same time. I opened my mouth but nothing came out. Catherine sniffled and a tear rolled out and down her cheek. "Catherine," I said gently. "We were best friends, you and my dad were best friends. Speak up."
"Catherine is denying ever having done anything with Sam," my father interjected.
I was stuck. I couldn't squeal on Sam, but I couldn't lie to my father. I had done way more than enough damage. I couldn't admit to my father I knew about Sam and Catherine without snitching on myself. I had to snitch on myself at some point, however. I couldn't lie to him anymore. I couldn't stand to hurt him anymore, though. I had no idea what to do and the shit was actually currently blowing up and I had front seats.
MILEAGE IX
Chapter 9
Drink Up.
I KISSED on her neck and massaged her cheeks as I led her to the bed. Once there, I stopped and pulled the dress slowly down to the floor and held her hand as she stepped out of it.
I could sense that I was moving a little too slow for her, but I didn't care. The tease was bringing me satisfaction and bringing us both anticipation. I started kissing her again, dipping my tongue in and biting her bottom lip every once in a while. I kissed her chin, neck, her chest, dermal and kissed the dip that her boobs created, pushed together by her lacy black bra. I grabbed each breast and kissed what the bra exposed. Her head fell back and her chest heaved heavily- she was enjoying this.
I let my hands fall to her arms as I moved down to her stomach, licking and then blowing around her belly button. She stepped from side to side in need, but I continued to ignore her, moving down to her thighs. I watched her eyes roll to the back of her head as I kissed and bit gently on her thighs. She reached out and grabbed my shoulders and then pulled the hair tie out of my head, massaging my scalp and grabbing my curl-nap combination once they were released. I slowly made my way back up to her neck, kissing every bit of exposed skin as I could on the way.
When all the way up, I pulled my jacket off and picked her up and put her on the bed. I pulled each bra strap down and off and unhooked her bra before sliding her panties off.
I heard her gasp and watched her grab her boobs as they heaved up and down. She was breathing heavily, almost as if she had just finished working out. I shoved her hands away and started massaging her breasts and then began kissing them all over before kissing, sucking and blowing on her hardened nipples. I wiggled my pants off and climbed in between her legs, stroking her inner thighs with my fingertips.
She whimpered and wriggled her body, trying to manipulate her body so that my fingers would rub her clit, but she wasn't slick. I dodged every time, until I kissed my way back down to her thighs and kissed her clit lightly.
She let out a moan and reached for my head but I sat back, unbuttoning my button-up slowly, to tease her. Once I peeled it off, I slipped my hand into my briefs and dipped my fingers into my dampness before slowly slipping it into her mouth.
After sucking my taste off my fingertips, she licked her lips, moaned and looked up at me through hooded, lust filled eyes. I kissed her lips again quickly and dipped down between her legs and started stroking her with my lips and then my tongue. She almost came instantly- the teasing brought her to her brink- but just as she began to shake and moan louder I stopped and looked up at her with a goofy grin.
Pissed, she began smacking me and slapping me.
"Are you fucking serious!?" she exclaimed and I couldn't help but laugh.
"I wasn't ready for all that shit, yet," I said calmly. I got up and went to the drawer I kept Combat in and stepped into the getup, then walked back over and crawled back over her, gazing down at her beautiful face. Her blue eyes looked back at me and I knew there was love in them. She sat up and put her lips on mine, surprising me with a kiss. She wrapped her arms around my neck and held me close, kissing me like she needed the kiss to survive. I kissed her back the same way and slowly slid it in.
Catching her by surprise, she gasped, moaned and shuddered before falling back on the bed and squeezing her eyes shut. I softly snickered and slid in and out, watching her reflections of ecstasy as I pumped.
When she started scratching my back and moaning louder I started to lose my cool and get into it, stroking hard and deeper so I felt it against me as well. The scratches, moaning and sensation on my clit made my head spin and I let my eyes roll back and squeeze shut.
"Oh my God, you're so sexy," she moaned, digging deeper into my back.
I opened my eyes and caught her looking up at me. "Oh, you think so?" I asked in nearly a breathy whisper and watched as her eyes rolled back yet again.
"Oh my God," she moaned again, and I felt her legs tensing up and the shuddering in her body began again- so I slowed my stroking until I slowly pulled out.
She glared at me, not even bothering to slap me around this time.
"Tiki, what the fuck?" she said.
"Sssh," I said. I turned her onto her stomach and raised her to all fours.
I started at the back of her neck and worked down her back with kisses. I started with light, gentle, teasing kisses then added my tongue and little nips so that she shivered and twitched with enjoyment. When she couldn't take it anymore, she pushed back and rubbed her vagina against the dick, causing it to be slick and wet. This turned me on even more and instead of torturing us with more teasing, I slipped it in slowly, and started stroking in and out, speeding up until I was fucking her hard and fast. Her moans turned into Spanish curses as I hit it rough, reaching around to hold her titties and bringing her in closer so the dick went deeper. Her moans got louder and mine crept up to match hers. Feeling closer to my orgasm, I pulled her hair and scratched her back and finally came down and bit her on her shoulder as we both shivered and came at the same time.
She plopped down on the bed, her hair forming a purple sky around her. I kissed her back all over in adoration and lay out beside her.
"You tired?" I ask her, playing in her hair.
She turned to face me. "Shut the fuck up, Teeks."
"I'm serious," I asked, crawling back over her back. I dropped kisses on her back again and continued playing in her now damp hair.
"Shut up, Tiki," she whined.
I ran my fingers down her back and across her cheeks, which made her shiver. I watched her goosebumps rise as my fingers went from her cheeks to the backs of her thighs and finally to the slick wetness in between. She let out a light whimper. I slipped my finger inside and watched her bite her lip. I took it out and slipped two fingers in, then slowly took them out and slipped three fingers in. She let out a low moan and that only encouraged me to kiss her back again and slide my strap inside. She exhaled loudly and I wrapped her hair around my hand and pulled, exposing her neck. I started off slow and sensual and then increased speeds.
"Miranda," I breathed out.
"Yes, Tiki," she cried.
"Miranda."
"Tiki," she moaned.
"Miranda, tell me when," I managed to get out as I worked her back. I let go of her hair and lay on top of her, still stroking her and enjoying her soft, plump ass grinding back against me with each stroke. She had my eyes rolling back yet again, and I knew I would not last much longer. As I slid in and out of her, I wrapped my arms around her tightly so she can feel it all. Her moans were getting louder and goosebumps began to rise again. I let my lips graze her neck and then her earlobe and then I nibbled on it slightly.
The pressure from her ass on me, her loud moans and slips in and out of Spanish and the sweet smell of her skin had me in a whirlwind. I started stroking harder until I felt like my toes were about to go numb from the climax that was ready to take me under.
"Miranda, I'm trying to h-"
"I'm going to cum," she cut me off and began shaking- her declaration was like a trigger for my own orgasm and I shuddered slightly as it consumed me completely. I fell limp on her back as she lay completely lacking energy beneath me, panting.
"I love you," I said gently into her ear and kissed her earlobe.
"I love you, too, pussy," she retorted and giggled softly.
I woke up to voices coming from above my head in the kitchen. I turned over and my eyes fell upon Miranda, sleep like a baby, still naked, wrapped up and golden in my charcoal sheets. The voices didn't startle me, but being in a house so incredibly silent lately, the sounds were startling. I squinted my eyes and strained my ears- because I somehow felt that squinting would maximize my ability to hear- to hear what exactly was going on.
Catherine: "Next week? That's so sudden! I can't believe- I have no time to prepare! How long is the mission?"
Silence. Some sort of muffled voice that sounded like a walkie talkie- the phone may have been on speaker- responding in a chipper tone. Then a deeper voice: "Tell her you can't make it." My father.
Catherine said something whiny and then audibly: "I can't do that, Manny."
I stopped squinting my eyes and relaxed my ears. I wasn't sure if I wanted to hear this. My heartbeat began racing. He was about to find out about me, if he hadn't already found out. I lay completely still in bed, letting time continue around me. Miranda lay peacefully, in a curled up fetal position, completely out cold and oblivious to what was going on. I sat up and slowly slid out of the bed so as not to disturb her recuperative slumber.
Curiosity and nerves hit me as I tiptoed up the stairs and silently pressed my ear near the crack of my door and doorway.
"There's no way you're leaving here next week for almost a year. You just got here."
Silence. I pictured Catherine pouting in my mind
"There is no way. I'm sorry. Fuck that, Catherine. You just got back. Not to mention you've been acting crazy the whole time, like I did something to you. Like I hurt you. Did I hurt you Catherine?"
Hearing my father talk like this almost brought me to tears. Dad was a great, sweet, hard working man, he didn't deserve this, any of it. At all.
I didn't hear Catherine say anything
Then my father: "Catherine, I hurt you? Where have you been? And I don't mean physically. I'm looking you in your eyes right now and I can't... feel you. You're not even here right now."
My heart beat heavier and faster.
My father continued: "Who's in Brazil, Catherine? Who's Dr. Auburn?"
My heart dropped. Everything got quiet.
Miranda stirred and her eyes fluttered open. From the top of the stairs I watched her look for me in the spot that I had held her in all night with slight worry on her face. She looked around the room and grinned finally when she spotted me blatantly eavesdropping at the door. I put my finger to my lips and signaled for her to come up and eavesdrop with me.
She tiptoed up the stairs wrapped in my sheet and sat Indian-style beside me and the door. I would have to curse her out for that shit later, for now I had to make sure that no Tiki bombs were getting dropped without me being the one to drop them.
Catherine still hadn't said anything, but I heard footsteps growing closer to my door. My dad seemed to have sympathy, as was my assumption based on the long silence he allowed her to take. I wished that Sam was here for this, but I appreciated Melinda being here as well.
Finally, after an eternity, my father asked: "What's going on in Brazil? What's going on with Dr. Auburn?"
Miranda, who had been asleep throughout the initial bomb, nearly choked and tumbled down the stairs.
My father's voice suddenly boomed. "Tiki!"
I felt my body grow cold almost instantly. I couldn't move. I wanted to answer my father but not from directly behind the door. I would open it, but I wasn't ready to face whatever was going to come next. I was pussy.
Miranda tugged one of the curls that hung down about my face like a messy mop and kissed me lightly on the cheek before opening my door.
Drink Up.
I KISSED on her neck and massaged her cheeks as I led her to the bed. Once there, I stopped and pulled the dress slowly down to the floor and held her hand as she stepped out of it.
I could sense that I was moving a little too slow for her, but I didn't care. The tease was bringing me satisfaction and bringing us both anticipation. I started kissing her again, dipping my tongue in and biting her bottom lip every once in a while. I kissed her chin, neck, her chest, dermal and kissed the dip that her boobs created, pushed together by her lacy black bra. I grabbed each breast and kissed what the bra exposed. Her head fell back and her chest heaved heavily- she was enjoying this.
I let my hands fall to her arms as I moved down to her stomach, licking and then blowing around her belly button. She stepped from side to side in need, but I continued to ignore her, moving down to her thighs. I watched her eyes roll to the back of her head as I kissed and bit gently on her thighs. She reached out and grabbed my shoulders and then pulled the hair tie out of my head, massaging my scalp and grabbing my curl-nap combination once they were released. I slowly made my way back up to her neck, kissing every bit of exposed skin as I could on the way.
When all the way up, I pulled my jacket off and picked her up and put her on the bed. I pulled each bra strap down and off and unhooked her bra before sliding her panties off.
I heard her gasp and watched her grab her boobs as they heaved up and down. She was breathing heavily, almost as if she had just finished working out. I shoved her hands away and started massaging her breasts and then began kissing them all over before kissing, sucking and blowing on her hardened nipples. I wiggled my pants off and climbed in between her legs, stroking her inner thighs with my fingertips.
She whimpered and wriggled her body, trying to manipulate her body so that my fingers would rub her clit, but she wasn't slick. I dodged every time, until I kissed my way back down to her thighs and kissed her clit lightly.
She let out a moan and reached for my head but I sat back, unbuttoning my button-up slowly, to tease her. Once I peeled it off, I slipped my hand into my briefs and dipped my fingers into my dampness before slowly slipping it into her mouth.
After sucking my taste off my fingertips, she licked her lips, moaned and looked up at me through hooded, lust filled eyes. I kissed her lips again quickly and dipped down between her legs and started stroking her with my lips and then my tongue. She almost came instantly- the teasing brought her to her brink- but just as she began to shake and moan louder I stopped and looked up at her with a goofy grin.
Pissed, she began smacking me and slapping me.
"Are you fucking serious!?" she exclaimed and I couldn't help but laugh.
"I wasn't ready for all that shit, yet," I said calmly. I got up and went to the drawer I kept Combat in and stepped into the getup, then walked back over and crawled back over her, gazing down at her beautiful face. Her blue eyes looked back at me and I knew there was love in them. She sat up and put her lips on mine, surprising me with a kiss. She wrapped her arms around my neck and held me close, kissing me like she needed the kiss to survive. I kissed her back the same way and slowly slid it in.
Catching her by surprise, she gasped, moaned and shuddered before falling back on the bed and squeezing her eyes shut. I softly snickered and slid in and out, watching her reflections of ecstasy as I pumped.
When she started scratching my back and moaning louder I started to lose my cool and get into it, stroking hard and deeper so I felt it against me as well. The scratches, moaning and sensation on my clit made my head spin and I let my eyes roll back and squeeze shut.
"Oh my God, you're so sexy," she moaned, digging deeper into my back.
I opened my eyes and caught her looking up at me. "Oh, you think so?" I asked in nearly a breathy whisper and watched as her eyes rolled back yet again.
"Oh my God," she moaned again, and I felt her legs tensing up and the shuddering in her body began again- so I slowed my stroking until I slowly pulled out.
She glared at me, not even bothering to slap me around this time.
"Tiki, what the fuck?" she said.
"Sssh," I said. I turned her onto her stomach and raised her to all fours.
I started at the back of her neck and worked down her back with kisses. I started with light, gentle, teasing kisses then added my tongue and little nips so that she shivered and twitched with enjoyment. When she couldn't take it anymore, she pushed back and rubbed her vagina against the dick, causing it to be slick and wet. This turned me on even more and instead of torturing us with more teasing, I slipped it in slowly, and started stroking in and out, speeding up until I was fucking her hard and fast. Her moans turned into Spanish curses as I hit it rough, reaching around to hold her titties and bringing her in closer so the dick went deeper. Her moans got louder and mine crept up to match hers. Feeling closer to my orgasm, I pulled her hair and scratched her back and finally came down and bit her on her shoulder as we both shivered and came at the same time.
She plopped down on the bed, her hair forming a purple sky around her. I kissed her back all over in adoration and lay out beside her.
"You tired?" I ask her, playing in her hair.
She turned to face me. "Shut the fuck up, Teeks."
"I'm serious," I asked, crawling back over her back. I dropped kisses on her back again and continued playing in her now damp hair.
"Shut up, Tiki," she whined.
I ran my fingers down her back and across her cheeks, which made her shiver. I watched her goosebumps rise as my fingers went from her cheeks to the backs of her thighs and finally to the slick wetness in between. She let out a light whimper. I slipped my finger inside and watched her bite her lip. I took it out and slipped two fingers in, then slowly took them out and slipped three fingers in. She let out a low moan and that only encouraged me to kiss her back again and slide my strap inside. She exhaled loudly and I wrapped her hair around my hand and pulled, exposing her neck. I started off slow and sensual and then increased speeds.
"Miranda," I breathed out.
"Yes, Tiki," she cried.
"Miranda."
"Tiki," she moaned.
"Miranda, tell me when," I managed to get out as I worked her back. I let go of her hair and lay on top of her, still stroking her and enjoying her soft, plump ass grinding back against me with each stroke. She had my eyes rolling back yet again, and I knew I would not last much longer. As I slid in and out of her, I wrapped my arms around her tightly so she can feel it all. Her moans were getting louder and goosebumps began to rise again. I let my lips graze her neck and then her earlobe and then I nibbled on it slightly.
The pressure from her ass on me, her loud moans and slips in and out of Spanish and the sweet smell of her skin had me in a whirlwind. I started stroking harder until I felt like my toes were about to go numb from the climax that was ready to take me under.
"Miranda, I'm trying to h-"
"I'm going to cum," she cut me off and began shaking- her declaration was like a trigger for my own orgasm and I shuddered slightly as it consumed me completely. I fell limp on her back as she lay completely lacking energy beneath me, panting.
"I love you," I said gently into her ear and kissed her earlobe.
"I love you, too, pussy," she retorted and giggled softly.
I woke up to voices coming from above my head in the kitchen. I turned over and my eyes fell upon Miranda, sleep like a baby, still naked, wrapped up and golden in my charcoal sheets. The voices didn't startle me, but being in a house so incredibly silent lately, the sounds were startling. I squinted my eyes and strained my ears- because I somehow felt that squinting would maximize my ability to hear- to hear what exactly was going on.
Catherine: "Next week? That's so sudden! I can't believe- I have no time to prepare! How long is the mission?"
Silence. Some sort of muffled voice that sounded like a walkie talkie- the phone may have been on speaker- responding in a chipper tone. Then a deeper voice: "Tell her you can't make it." My father.
Catherine said something whiny and then audibly: "I can't do that, Manny."
I stopped squinting my eyes and relaxed my ears. I wasn't sure if I wanted to hear this. My heartbeat began racing. He was about to find out about me, if he hadn't already found out. I lay completely still in bed, letting time continue around me. Miranda lay peacefully, in a curled up fetal position, completely out cold and oblivious to what was going on. I sat up and slowly slid out of the bed so as not to disturb her recuperative slumber.
Curiosity and nerves hit me as I tiptoed up the stairs and silently pressed my ear near the crack of my door and doorway.
"There's no way you're leaving here next week for almost a year. You just got here."
Silence. I pictured Catherine pouting in my mind
"There is no way. I'm sorry. Fuck that, Catherine. You just got back. Not to mention you've been acting crazy the whole time, like I did something to you. Like I hurt you. Did I hurt you Catherine?"
Hearing my father talk like this almost brought me to tears. Dad was a great, sweet, hard working man, he didn't deserve this, any of it. At all.
I didn't hear Catherine say anything
Then my father: "Catherine, I hurt you? Where have you been? And I don't mean physically. I'm looking you in your eyes right now and I can't... feel you. You're not even here right now."
My heart beat heavier and faster.
My father continued: "Who's in Brazil, Catherine? Who's Dr. Auburn?"
My heart dropped. Everything got quiet.
Miranda stirred and her eyes fluttered open. From the top of the stairs I watched her look for me in the spot that I had held her in all night with slight worry on her face. She looked around the room and grinned finally when she spotted me blatantly eavesdropping at the door. I put my finger to my lips and signaled for her to come up and eavesdrop with me.
She tiptoed up the stairs wrapped in my sheet and sat Indian-style beside me and the door. I would have to curse her out for that shit later, for now I had to make sure that no Tiki bombs were getting dropped without me being the one to drop them.
Catherine still hadn't said anything, but I heard footsteps growing closer to my door. My dad seemed to have sympathy, as was my assumption based on the long silence he allowed her to take. I wished that Sam was here for this, but I appreciated Melinda being here as well.
Finally, after an eternity, my father asked: "What's going on in Brazil? What's going on with Dr. Auburn?"
Miranda, who had been asleep throughout the initial bomb, nearly choked and tumbled down the stairs.
My father's voice suddenly boomed. "Tiki!"
I felt my body grow cold almost instantly. I couldn't move. I wanted to answer my father but not from directly behind the door. I would open it, but I wasn't ready to face whatever was going to come next. I was pussy.
Miranda tugged one of the curls that hung down about my face like a messy mop and kissed me lightly on the cheek before opening my door.
MILEAGE VIII
Chapter 8
Date.
MIRANDA WAS geeked about us going on a date. I decided to pull the sweetheart Prince Charming card and take her to Oceanside, a fancy restaurant we had far up in the countryside that sat on the water.
I decided to be debonair and dress up a little bit, wearing liquid black pants that I rolled up to show off fancy black on black striped socks and a black button up that was striped sheer and solid. I closed off my look with a black jacket, rolling up the sleeves to my elbow to reveal the white underside. The fanciness ended with the white and black handkerchief in my pocket- giving up on my hair completely, I just pulled it up in the regular messy curly bun on the top of my head. I threw on a little eyeliner and called it a day. When I told Miranda I wanted to take her on a date to Oceanside, her squeal of approval dropped butterflies to my stomach and her babbling about what she was going to wear made me grow nerves. I had felt like this once upon a time about Catherine but not to this extent. The cloud of guilt clung overhead for the duration of our relationship, affecting the complete openness of my emotions, I suppose.
I heard a rapping on the door upstairs followed by the doorbell and then my cell phone was buzzing a second later. I rolled my eyes at Miranda's annoying antics and laughed under my breath as I went upstairs to let her in.
When I opened the door I almost did the cliche teen movie shit and gasped, but I caught myself and pulled her into me for a kiss instead. She had on a nice, tight, black dress, with some sort of criss-cross net design over her cleavage and straps and her hair was down and straightened, the lilac hair creating the perfect contrast. Her face was "beat"- her winged eyeliner made her piercing blue eyes pop out even more.
After kissing her softly on the lips, I held her there, my hand sitting on the small of her back that the dress revealed. Her skin was warm and soft and caused my fingers to roam. I found myself stroking her back gently and taking in her girly flowery perfume and shampoo. I felt my eyes start to close and that's when I pulled away.
Her eyes were closed, too. She had felt the trance and fell into it, too. I led her down the stairs into my lair and we sat side by side, dressed fancy, on my couch.
The silent air around us said so much. There was definitely sexual tension in the air, but it was way more than that.
I lit the first spliff and passed to Miranda, lit the second one and sat back to face it myself. We sat smoking in silence for a while, enjoying it.
"You look cute," she said, smiling at me softly.
"You fine," I answered.
"But," she reached up and touched a curl that hung loose. "You couldn't finesse your way out of the Tiki bun, huh?"
"I didn't have any one to braid or brush my shit for me." I took the hair tie out my hair, shook it loose, then snatched it back and tied it back up in the bun. "I guess it's just my signature, now."
She smirked and I thought I saw a sparkle in her blue eyes.
"Guess so."
Dinner was great and laid back. With the bud holding our appetites at 100, we devoured our plates and sat polishing drink after drink. At first I was mindful of the fact that I was the designated driver, but the cherry Ciroc, Sprite, and grenadine mix sneaked up on me and I knew that an Uber would have to be called.
We knocked drinks back, and when Miranda's hand started climbing up my thigh at the table and her silent giggles started turning into obnoxious laughter where her light purple hair flipped back and her mouth hung happily open, I decided shit was real and it was time to go.
We exploded into my room kissing passionately, her lips and tongue and teeth all gently teasing mine. I left my hand wander down from her back to her ass which I squeezed. I inhaled her scent as we made our way slowly down the stairs, brought my hands up to her shoulders and tugged the fancy criss-cross netting down. I stopped kissing her and kissed the exposed skin- her shoulders, upper arm and then kissed and sucked her neck.
Her scent was so captivating and enticing, I wanted to stay in the nook of her neck, kissing and sucking forever, but there were more things to be done...
Date.
MIRANDA WAS geeked about us going on a date. I decided to pull the sweetheart Prince Charming card and take her to Oceanside, a fancy restaurant we had far up in the countryside that sat on the water.
I decided to be debonair and dress up a little bit, wearing liquid black pants that I rolled up to show off fancy black on black striped socks and a black button up that was striped sheer and solid. I closed off my look with a black jacket, rolling up the sleeves to my elbow to reveal the white underside. The fanciness ended with the white and black handkerchief in my pocket- giving up on my hair completely, I just pulled it up in the regular messy curly bun on the top of my head. I threw on a little eyeliner and called it a day. When I told Miranda I wanted to take her on a date to Oceanside, her squeal of approval dropped butterflies to my stomach and her babbling about what she was going to wear made me grow nerves. I had felt like this once upon a time about Catherine but not to this extent. The cloud of guilt clung overhead for the duration of our relationship, affecting the complete openness of my emotions, I suppose.
I heard a rapping on the door upstairs followed by the doorbell and then my cell phone was buzzing a second later. I rolled my eyes at Miranda's annoying antics and laughed under my breath as I went upstairs to let her in.
When I opened the door I almost did the cliche teen movie shit and gasped, but I caught myself and pulled her into me for a kiss instead. She had on a nice, tight, black dress, with some sort of criss-cross net design over her cleavage and straps and her hair was down and straightened, the lilac hair creating the perfect contrast. Her face was "beat"- her winged eyeliner made her piercing blue eyes pop out even more.
After kissing her softly on the lips, I held her there, my hand sitting on the small of her back that the dress revealed. Her skin was warm and soft and caused my fingers to roam. I found myself stroking her back gently and taking in her girly flowery perfume and shampoo. I felt my eyes start to close and that's when I pulled away.
Her eyes were closed, too. She had felt the trance and fell into it, too. I led her down the stairs into my lair and we sat side by side, dressed fancy, on my couch.
The silent air around us said so much. There was definitely sexual tension in the air, but it was way more than that.
I lit the first spliff and passed to Miranda, lit the second one and sat back to face it myself. We sat smoking in silence for a while, enjoying it.
"You look cute," she said, smiling at me softly.
"You fine," I answered.
"But," she reached up and touched a curl that hung loose. "You couldn't finesse your way out of the Tiki bun, huh?"
"I didn't have any one to braid or brush my shit for me." I took the hair tie out my hair, shook it loose, then snatched it back and tied it back up in the bun. "I guess it's just my signature, now."
She smirked and I thought I saw a sparkle in her blue eyes.
"Guess so."
Dinner was great and laid back. With the bud holding our appetites at 100, we devoured our plates and sat polishing drink after drink. At first I was mindful of the fact that I was the designated driver, but the cherry Ciroc, Sprite, and grenadine mix sneaked up on me and I knew that an Uber would have to be called.
We knocked drinks back, and when Miranda's hand started climbing up my thigh at the table and her silent giggles started turning into obnoxious laughter where her light purple hair flipped back and her mouth hung happily open, I decided shit was real and it was time to go.
We exploded into my room kissing passionately, her lips and tongue and teeth all gently teasing mine. I left my hand wander down from her back to her ass which I squeezed. I inhaled her scent as we made our way slowly down the stairs, brought my hands up to her shoulders and tugged the fancy criss-cross netting down. I stopped kissing her and kissed the exposed skin- her shoulders, upper arm and then kissed and sucked her neck.
Her scent was so captivating and enticing, I wanted to stay in the nook of her neck, kissing and sucking forever, but there were more things to be done...
MILEAGE VII
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 ;)"
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 ;)"
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.
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