Diary of A. . . Page 8

  “It’ll take me an hour to get dressed and the drive time would be bad for both of us. I’m still lying in bed.”

  “Can you cook breakfast?” I questioned hopefully. I really had no idea why I was making it so easy for him to see me. ‘Cause you’re a freak!’ my conscience exclaimed.

  You would think I’d be tired after Rahem, but there was that kissing thing and Theo had been a good kisser.

  “I can make a mean omelet,” he boasted proudly.

  “By the time I arrive, you could have showered and gotten most of the preparation done. Once we’re through with breakfast, you could drive me to the airport. Now what’s your address?”

  Theo gave it to me and I took the cab over there. On my way, I checked on Cassandra. She had a lot of inquiries from the managers, but she hadn’t planned to call me until she knew I was headed to New York because I’d worry less in her opinion.

  I told her I didn’t mind being bothered. Then I gave her a run down of all the ways to solve the managers’ problems. I also told her that if she had any more questions to just text me with them instead of ringing my phone all the time.

  Finally, I gave Cassandra tips on how to solve problems I just knew were concurrent. I’d do a videoconference in New York with the managers this evening and I let her know to prepare for that.

  “I hadn’t planned on staying late, Ms. Banks,” Cassandra said. “My husband is taking me to see a show at the Opera House.”

  “That’s fine,” I replied. “Just prepare the meeting and leave.”

  I was never one to get in the way of a marriage. Even though I could work a person to death - I’ve been known to do that to people - I’ve always been very conscious about how precious spending time with loved ones was in a person’s life.

  “Thanks, Ms. Banks. When I told my husband you’d be considerate, he doubted it.”

  “I’m a slave master, not a home wrecker,” I teased.

  She got a whoop of laughter out of that one.

  “I’m taking care of some personal business before I leave the city, okay, Cassandra? Call me only if need be.”

  “Yes, Ms. Banks.”

  The cab pulled up to a very low part of town. Detroit had areas that were called ghettos all over the city. Unlike some cities where the ghetto was a certain place, in Detroit one block could be worth over a hundred thousand dollars and if you go three blocks over, the homes could be worth six thousand. The diverse income of the city always amazed and astounded me.

  I was in the home area where the broken down colonials could be worth no more than ten thousand. I could immediately tell that most of the people in the area were renters. Renters were a far different breed than homeowners. They never cared about the property or the neighborhood for that matter. Most were living on the government. When a person in my position stepped foot over in this area, it was usually on business or to make a drug buy – although my purpose for today was just to get some kisses.

  For the middle of the morning on a school day, there were a lot of people out and about, when they should have been at jobs. I wondered were they collecting my tax dollars of unemployment when they should be somewhere contributing to the economy.

  Yeah, I know my ideas sound bourgeois, but I work hard with my brain to make the money I make. I don’t think it is an impossibility to get where I am in my life right now. I came from the streets of Detroit, was raised by a single mother and had an invisible father, just like almost everyone else out there. I was taught to use my school smarts and apply my street smarts when necessary.

  Theo’s house was gray on the outside. It was in need of a good power wash, but it looked as if someone had tried to keep the front yard somewhat clean.

  I heard a dog inside. When I rung the doorbell, I heard a very commanding deep voice tell the dog to shut up firmly and get back outside.

  Suddenly the door swung open. The smell of eggs and bacon swept over me. A huge man filled the doorway. It felt like I was standing in the land of giants as I looked up at him.

  Those light brown eyes of Theo’s brought back instant memories of kissing those soft thick lips that belied what kind of man I was looking at. I wanted to kiss him again. Since I was pheening for kisses, I really wanted to do some deep-throating that would knock my panties off.

  Theo gave me that familiar sensual smile. I longed to feel his body against me without all the security gear. Although this was the Theo that I remembered, I didn’t remember him being so big. I swear he looked about six feet nine and weighing about an even two fifty. He was a head over Mack, but I wasn’t intimidated.

  True, I was standing at five feet four inches. Even with the three-inch heels I wore, I still only came to the nipples on Theo’s chest, which were protruding through the brown undershirt he wore, revealing his arousal or excitement. Either way he was very happy to see me.

  Theo’s dark creamy chocolate skin looked lickable and his cornrowed hair was tight, as if he’d just gotten his braids done. He wore blue jeans without a belt, which showed off his Calvin Klein plaid blue boxers. There were no socks on his well-maintained feet.

  My mother used to tell me that you could tell a good man by the way he took care of his teeth and feet.

  This one was very well taken care of – no doubt about it.

  “Welcome to mi’casa, Senorita Banks,” Theo said.

  “Thank you for the invite.”

  “You look just as good as you did the first time I saw you.”

  “Are you going to invite me in or were we planning on having breakfast out here in the hood?”

  He chuckled and moved to the side to allow me entrance into his home. Immediately I could tell that Theo had inherited the house from some old lady, because the furniture looked like it had not been changed since the early eighties. Yet he had kept everything in good shape.

  I listened to him get my bags inside and then close the door behind me before coming up close. I didn’t turn around, but just enjoyed his proximity.

  Theo wanted to touch me. I could feel it, but I really couldn’t explain how I knew. Deep down inside, I wanted him to touch me, too, but I was really trying to be a good girl.

  “So is this trip to New York, business or pleasure?” he questioned.

  I turned slightly as we walked slowly down the hall, trying to inconspicuously inspect each other. I assumed this hallway was going towards the kitchen because the smell of food was getting closer and closer.

  “Business,” I answered casually. “That’s what I do most of the time is business. Keeps me out of trouble.”

  Theo paused in the middle of the hallway and faced me completely. I faced him, too, looking upwards at his features. I liked how his lips curled into a warm smile and that those brown sugar eyes gave me direct eye contact as if he didn’t bullshit, even if he wanted to.

  “Let’s get the uncomfortable situation out the way, Sheryl.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I don’t know ‘bout you, but ever since I kissed you I’ve been wanting to kiss you again. I have a feeling you want me to kiss you again, too.”

  Defensively, trying not to act as if he had heard my thoughts, I asked, “Oh, so you’ve got E.S.P.?”

  Those nice lips of his widened and he said, “I’ve got a lot more than that. Are you ready?” Theo moved that big body closer to me.

  Instinctively, I stepped back, but I couldn’t go far enough as my back pressed against the wall. He placed the palms of his large hands on the side of my head against the wall and looked down at me as if he was going to devour me like a cannibal.

  Forcing myself not to show my arousal, I asked composedly, “Ready for what?”

  As he leaned closer to my face until he was an inch away from my nose, his voice was almost a deep husky whisper. “For our first willing kiss.”

  Now at this point, you’re probably screaming, “What about Mackeroy?”

  Entry Seventeen

  Before I continue, let’s evaluate here for a
moment.

  Mackeroy Jackson is filthy rich! He could buy me anything I desired and given the chance he would most likely make a commitment to me and treat me like a queen.

  I can just hear you men saying, “See this cow has a good man and she’s going to fuck it up with another man.”

  But you (men) and I both know how pleasure can override many decisions that should have been made in life and how you really can’t regret it because it felt so good.

  That’s how I felt at that moment looking up into Theo’s face. I knew I could get pleasured beyond belief with this man and I rarely felt like that with anyone.

  The man standing in front of me now was a security guard. A security guard! Someone who lived from paycheck to paycheck and couldn’t afford to buy the thousand dollar suit on my body, let alone afford to keep my hair and nails up to par the way I liked them to be.

  But my body didn’t crave material things. Plus, I’m not financially strapped for cash, so it didn’t matter what Theo could do for my pockets. What I cared about was how good he could make me feel. And Theo had this look about him that put a capital P on the word pleasure.

  He was so damn good-looking. He had that rough magnificence that just made you mentally scream, “Damn” when you looked upon him. Women trembled in fear and shuddered with desire at the same time just from Theo’s presence alone. While Mack had the charm, charisma, sophistication and masculinity that looked like a neat picture – a secure picture.

  Both men were visually great looking, but Theo had a sensuality that aroused a woman just by proximity.

  And I was definitely aroused.

  So why can’t I control myself? Why can’t I keep my word to Mack to be only his?

  Because Theo was right there in front of me, with his body pressed against mine, looking and feeling sexy as hell. Everything was bulging out, including between his legs, which I felt pressed against my stomach. His luscious chocolate skin screamed for my touch and the smell of him aroused me even more.

  I didn’t reply to Theo’s last comment, but when I tilted my head to the side, he didn’t need any words to let him know that this time I wanted to be kissed by him.

  I remembered that first kiss from the day of the auto show. I didn’t have time to really enjoy it as much as I wanted to, but now as I took in the full flavor of Theo, I was able to relish every second. His lips probed over mine, before his tongue ventured into my mouth. He tasted like toothpaste. He smelled all man and my mouth was thoroughly delighting in the effervesce.

  Can a woman scream, moan, and kiss all at the same time? I wanted to do all three as Theo’s arms circled my waist to mold me even closer to his body. Oh lawd! I was dying and living at the same time, and I knew a river of passion had just burst forth from my innards.

  Theo’s body curved so I could reach up and put my arms around his neck and run my fingers over his braids. His tongue swirled around mine. This was some kind of soul kiss because even my spirit was aroused.

  I don’t know when or how it happened, but his hands were moving over the front of my bodice and soon my breasts were uncovered. Theo reluctantly broke the mouth kiss to plant hot kisses upon my skin all the way down until he suckled my nipples.

  I was in heaven and knocked my head against the wall, wantonly clawing his back and licking his ears and neck. His mouth returned to mine as his hands finished exposing my upper body. Yes, I did help a little with getting the skirt down to my ankles along with the pantyhose, but in his desire to touch me, he literally ripped my silken underwear off my body. I was too caught up in the moment to really care as his hand stuffed between my legs. There was a groan of longing from him as he felt my wetness.

  ‘Say stop!’ my conscience told me, but at the time, Theo’s tongue was finding a million and one ways to remember the inside of my mouth and his hands were mixing my emotions until I didn’t know which way was up.

  His undershirt was off and his pants came open. Yes, I did that – I think - because I was in a desirous fog. My sexual senses were down to the basic. I wanted dick. I wanted to be fucked like no tomorrow. As I reached down between Theo’s legs and felt the large hardened lump, I knew I was going to get my wish.

  When I tried to reach into his pants to feel what I wanted, he moved his hands behind me, spread my ass apart and began to play in my anal area. The sensation startled me and made me instantly wetter.

  What the fuck? Do I have a sign on my fucking head that says play with her ass?

  My body rubbed and gyrated. I wondered when he was going to suggest we find a room.

  Theo licked my neck, chest and moved back down to give my breasts a lot more TLC. Damn, I was loving it. Food was forgotten and lust was making my world feel so good.

  My moans were exciting him, but he was drawing them out of me. I wasn’t working to excite myself. Theo was taking care of business. Working a bitch into a serious heat.

  Again I tried to reach down to grasp his manhood, but he somehow distracted me again when his other hand moved in front to play with my pussy yet again. He did some weird swirling sensation with his thumb, while the index finger moved in and out.

  Oh damn! Mack who?’

  Yeah, I know I told myself just a kiss from Theo. I know I did and that’s what was going through my mind, but damn if I could remember my name, let alone care what I promised to Mackeroy Jackson at that moment.

  Theo was a working man and he was working it out.

  I found a sweet spot on his neck, which drove him wild.

  “Dammit, woman,” he cursed, but it was in jest because he smiled as he attacked my mouth again.

  We were turning each other on with our kisses and touches. His skin was hot and I was pheening for a big bed to lay his giant-ass down on so I could lick every nook and cranny.

  “You got a bed?” I breathlessly whispered as I let him drop my clothes at our feet.

  We were now grinding our bodies against each other hard in a sexual horizontal tango that cried for gratification.

  I tried again to reach between his legs because I really just wanted to touch him. This time he pulled my hand up again and kissed each and every finger tenderly, then licked down my arm, up to my neck and returned to my mouth.

  Why didn’t he want me to touch him?

  I didn’t linger on this thought because his kisses were so damn high-quality. It was like the more we kissed, the better we got at it.

  I could feel Theo’s sexual frustration, because his kisses were getting more demanding and his touch was getting rougher. He seemed to be in a quandary.

  “Fuck!” Theo sneered, taking a brief breather and stepping slightly away.

  I stepped out of my pantyhose, but put back on my heels and stood before him naked. His brown eyes were glistening in sexual tension. He ran an aggravated hand over his cornrows.

  “I’m ready,” I whispered confidently.

  A very serious look came over his face. “Are you sure?”

  I nodded eagerly, really thinking we were doing some verbal foreplay.

  “Don’t stop looking at me,” he ordered.

  I wondered what game he was playing.

  His hands touched his chest and then moved down to his washboard abs. Theo was a great specimen of a man. With his skin being a dark chocolate, there was a beautiful glow about his body. I really appreciated God’s artwork.

  I didn’t stop watching and he didn’t stop looking at me. His thick fingers rested on the lining of his briefs. My breath quickened in my chest as I enjoyed this visual sex. His pants were wide open and I saw his bulge that looked almost as if it were pulsing to get out. I noticed also that the lump didn’t seem to be just between his legs, but… down his thigh?

  No, it was just the way the pants were situated on his body. Right? Anything else would be impossible. Or rather something you’d read about in a Zane book.

  “You watching?” Theo asked.

  Hell yes! Because I was very curious as to why he kept me from touching him.
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br />   Firmly gripping the lining of his boxers, he pushed them down to his ankles, taking his pants with him. Then he slowly stood back up to reveal…

  Entry Eighteen

  Sorry I had to pause in my entry, but I was on the plane to New York writing my entry and it was time to get off.

  Now I’m in my hotel room, resting comfortably before my first meeting in a couple of hours.

  When I turned on my phone, after I got off the plane, I had e-mail messages from Cassandra, my sister, and even one from Rick.

  But I’ll call them back later. Right now, your eyeballs are probably about to pop out your head if I don’t finish telling you what happened with Theo.

  Now where was I?

  Oh yeah...

  Theo stepped back, pulled down his boxers and then stood up to reveal the motherfucking eighth wonder of the world.

  What was so odd was that as I stared at what looked like an eleven-inch long, two-inch wide dark brown anaconda with a light brown head between his legs, a brief realization swept over me.

  Single man, comfortable job, 35, and no kids around? Of course there had to be something wrong with him, but it wasn’t internally. What woman in her right mind could possibly take what he did during the day and then have to deal with his one-eyed monster every night? Because brother man seriously looked like he loved to get some every night.

  Theo was carrying around what was wrong with him. Literally carrying it around! If I had a hat on, I’d turn it around to the back to show I was ready to put the work in, because Theo’s dick was a thing of beauty and I was going to glorify him profusely.

  Although my initial reaction was something to be desired, he didn’t have to shock me like that.

  The scream from my lips startled Theo. Hell, it startled me. Especially since dick has never intimidated me before. I mean, I’m no stranger to dick and I have seen more than plenty big dicks since my college days. So what made Theo’s so different?