Unexpected (Part 1)

The wind was blowing my thin trench coat all about as I climbed the steps to his apartment. I was worried that one gust too many would give this side of Bedford Stuyvesant a clear view of my diamond bowed G-string. Ringing the doorbell, I adjusted the strap on my stiletto heel, said a small prayer for courage, and mentally adjusted my fuck-me face.

A woman answered the door in white terry cloth shorts and a crop top. MY man’s door.

I changed my face and, standing up straight, glanced at the number on the outside wall of the brownstone. “This is 186 Lefferts, right?” She glanced at me for a while, quizzically, then recognition dawned on her face. “You’re T’s girl! I’m Shayne, T’s cousin!”

I stared at her.

Shayne? I wondered. Who the fuck is Shayne?

Then it came to me. T’s cousin Shayne from Arkansas was supposed to be coming into town this weekend to interview for a fellowship with Beth Israel Medical Center. I forgot. Damn.

Shayne ushered me inside. “Come in, come in! It’s so nice to meet you! I’ve heard a lot about you. T talks about you ALL the time. I’m sorry I startled you. I’m only here until tomorrow morning. I was supposed to be staying with a friend, but things didn’t work out and T refused to have me go to a hotel…”

Though I was listening, I was still silent.

Cousin or no, I needed her to put on something else.

“Where’s T?” I asked. “Oh!” Shayne’s chest jumped, her country fried accent coming out in her exclamation. I noticed she had on no bra.

I frowned.

I was tempted to lend her my trench coat so she could cover the hell up.

“I’m sorry, I’ve been so busy running off at the mouth that I didn’t even tell you that he’s in his room asleep…he came him from his shift and passed out…I don’t even know if he changed or what he did…I tried calling him but he didn’t…” I cut the rambling off mid sentence. “Thanks, um…” “Shayne. It’s Shayne”, she responded, her broad smile revealing perfect teeth. I nodded. “Thanks. Shayne.”

Thank God. She talks too much.

Shaking my head to clear it, I walked towards the back of T’s apartment, my walk becoming more pronounced, more sensual as I got closer to his room. I could see him, laid out across his bed, the muscles in his calf pronounced, long leg hanging off the side, his toffee colored back defined, the fine sprinkling of chocolate colored freckles on his shoulder blades rising and falling, his breathing slow. He looked almost baby-like in slumber, his lips soft and hung open slightly, the same chocolate speckled inflections gently smattered across the bridge of his nose, playing hide and seek with his almond shaped eyes. I stood there, watching him in slumber for the longest, gently appreciating his beauty, reveling in my love for him.

Then I sniffed the air.

I sniffed again.

Something was off.

Quietly sitting down next to T, I leaned in real close to him to kiss him on the cheek and wake him. I needed to see his face more than I never needed to see anything right now. I needed reassurance. It was then that I noticed it.

He had a hickey on his neck.

A small one

It was under his ear...but it was a hickey nonetheless.

She’s his cousin. Eff out of here.

Just that quickly, my veins turned to ice and my insides churned. To think that he would do something like this seemed unfathomable and yet, not, in a sadistic sort of way. I vowed to not get angry. I vowed not to go ‘mad’ black woman and start throwing things and screaming and carrying on. My emotional switch instantly went from on to off. I was in a completely different place now. As bothered as I was, the sexual being in me was on the rise. Here I stood, in T’s place, nude but for a studded g-string under my trench coat, looking for a kiss, craving his touch, needing to feel him in me.

I was still going to get mine.

Then I was going to dump his no good cheating ass.

Standing up again, I rubbed his head in a front to back motion, cautious not to mess up the wave pattern in his hair that he was so proud of but knowing that the motion would wake him in more ways in one. Bending down, I whispered in his ear, “Baby. Baby wake up”.

He stirred.

Yawned.

One eye opened.

I stepped back and, opening the buttons, slid my trench coat off my shoulders and onto the floor.

His other eye opened. I was getting his full attention.

Starting to sit up, he said in a gravelly voice, “What…in…the…??” Prepping for the occasion, I had purchased a caramel flavored body oil that glistened on my ebony skin. Breasts perky and standing at attention, stomach relatively flat and my jewel studded satin black g-string accentuating my voluptuous hips and curves, I knew I was a sight to see, a sight that T was not used to seeing, either – an aggressor.

In a low sultry voice, I noted, “The shorty in the other room…she’s not REALLY your cousin, is she.”

Now sitting up completely, he toggled between staring at me, hands on hips, fixing him with my best “you’re-going-to-fuck-me” stare, and wrapping his mind around my quietly phrased statement. “You look…amaz…wait, what?” he stammered as he replayed the question in his mind.

“I said…”, I countered, walking up to him again and, placing one stiletto clad leg next to him on the bed, took his head and brought it to my chest, “Shayne…is not really your cousin, is she”. With his head between my breasts, he muttered an answer to my question while simultaneously beginning to stroke my breasts with his lips and tongue.

I put one hand on the back of his neck and pulled his head up so he could look me in my eyes.

“I can’t hear you baby. You were muffled. What did you say?” Lust in his eyes, he stared at me. A flicker of remorse clouded over his hazel tints, followed by lust again. I watched him, my hands on his neck, fingers gently stroking the spot on its right side. T opened his mouth to say something, instead moaning as I leaned in and gently licked where my fingers stroked.

I whispered in his ear, “Let’s play a game instead. I’m going to give you what you always asked for.”

To be continued...