Nympho (7 page)

IT'S ME AGAIN. GOT
2
HAVE YOU.
I
WANT
2
ROCK YOUR WORLD ALL DAY LONG. MAKE SOME TIME
4
ME. GET AT ME WHEN YOU READ THIS.

The more messages Rico sent my way, the dirtier they got, and the more I touched myself, fighting off the desire to hunt for an orgasm. He was bold, decisive and daring—Rico was my kind of player.

I looked to the left and the right, closed my phone, and then took it with me to the bathroom. After I shut and locked the door, I feverishly stripped down to my panties. I sat down on top of the toilet, squeezing my thighs together, continuing to allow him to turn me on. I stuck one of my fingers in my mouth, imagining that I was sucking cock, as I continued to read several more messages from Rico. When the moistness between my legs began flowing faster, I deleted the messages, shut my phone, and began to dress. Then, I made a fatal mistake and opened it once more. I found an erotic picture of Rico's beautiful erect penis staring at me.

U NEED INCENTIVE. PERHAPS FOREPLAY WILL DO.
W
HAT HE DOES, U KNOW I'LL DO
5
X'S BETTER. LET'S B FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS. U'LL HAVE THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS
.

His words were enticing. I found myself responding by licking my breasts, walking over to the mirror to play with myself while typing a reply in between. Watching my body in the mirror heightened my arousal so much that I removed the bobby pins from my bun, shook my hair loose, and let if fall on my shoulders. I felt free, adventurous and sexy.

Rico kept sending texts, telling me what to do, and I'd send replies back. I liked what he brought out in me. I set my phone down then palmed my ass with one hand while fingering myself with the other. When I heard footsteps approach the door, I quickly picked up my cell phone and hid it behind the shower curtain.

“Leslie, are you okay?” Trey asked. I didn't answer. “Just because I'm mad at you doesn't mean that I don't love you,” he said softly.

“I'm fine,” I answered through the door in a snappy tone.

“Are you sick? Open the door. I want to make sure you're all right.” I drank exotic fantasies from a fountain of lust that Rico created. As they danced through my head, I quickly opened the door. Although Trey often told me he thought oral sex was nasty thing for me to do after our engagement, I was determined to prove that he'd enjoy it once again. I dropped to my knees, pulled Trey in by his hand, unbuckled his pants, and licked him from him from his asshole to his balls. At first, he tried to push my head away. His body twitched a little as his tool grew; reminding me that he was a pretty big dicked brutha, he put up far less resistance. Leaning forward I prompted Trey to slide his thick, long meat into my mouth. A warm feeling covered my body as I moved my head back and forth, enjoying the taste of him. Trey was on the cusp of erupting and I wanted to make him cum until he felt too weak to walk. Seeing him turned on gave me pleasure, and I yearned to remind him all about the joys of having spontaneous sex with me.

Suddenly his mood shifted back to a distant, frigid place. “This is my parent's house. I can't do this. No way.”

“That's just some weak excuse. You liked it, I could tell. I need you. Please, Trey, let me. I really need to do this to you,” I begged, nearly in tears from feeling sheer agony.

Trey pushed me away from him, muttering something about this house was sacred ground. So much for the thrill of getting off in a taboo place—homeboy wasn't having it.

“Get dressed, Leslie. We really shouldn't be having sex before we get married. In fact, as of this second, we're not going to any longer. Now I've got to get back to the kitchen before someone comes looking for us,” he said, stuffing his privates back in his slacks.

“You mean looking for you, not
us
,” I shot back angrily.

I knew this wasn't how love was supposed to be. I was sexually frustrated and felt emotionally distanced from someone I wanted to give myself to in every way. After Trey left, I rinsed out my mouth, put on my clothes, fixed my hair back into a tight bun, and returned to the table. When I did, there was a totally different vibe. To my surprise, Rico was seated on one of those plastic lined dining room chairs holding a square piece of cornbread in his right hand. I gulped and tried not to panic.

“We said grace without you because you took so long,” Mabel said in a hostile tone.

I ignored her gastric bypass needing ass because I was caught off guard by Rico's stunt. I sat nestled in between my man and my piece of forbidden fruit. From the moment I took my seat,, things got a whole lot hotter. I trembled inside and knew I wouldn't be able to eat with Rico in my personal space.

After I made my plate, Rico began copping a feel on my legs with his left hand while he ate with his right. Quick brushes turned into him lifting my skirt and rubbing steadily between my thighs until I grew sticky. I wanted to moan, grab him, and beg him to take me higher, but my hands were tied. When he began kicking my chair I came up with a plan.

“Trey, I feel ill.”

“If you need a ride, I'll take you home Leslie. It's not everyday that Trey gets to eat his momma's good cooking,” Rico responded quickly.

“You okay, Les?” Trey asked with concern.

“I'll be okay, baby. I just need to lay down in the comfort of my own place. If it's okay with you, I'll take Rico up on his offer so you can spend time with your family.”

“Thanks, man. Call me when you get home, Les,” Trey said.

I couldn't believe he would allow another man to take me home. Suddenly, I felt justified for wanting Rico to change my oil, since my own man could let me slip way so easily, especially knowing I was feeling horny and insulted. No one else said goodbye, and I was headed out the door with Rico, who was as smooth as butter.

A
s soon as we drove away, I began unleashing my frustration on Rico. I was angry that Trey announced we'd be going from sparse sex to none at all . . . at least until our big day.

“Are you crazy, showing up like that and doing that shit under the table!” I screamed in Rico's ear with hostility. When he smirked I truly felt like slapping him silly.

“You ran across my mind, and I care about your needs. I wanted to see you . . . you know you want some more of this.” He smelled good, and I hated him for it. My anger was beginning to transform into lust. “How could you stay away so long, when I was the one who set your body free? I thought you were in need of sexual healing . . . how amazing,” Rico said. He was oozing with cockiness and sex appeal and made my defenses melt.

“It's only been a few days. I let you hit it one time, and you think you've got it like that? I slept with you because you're close to Trey, and I was angry at him for neglecting me, not because of anything else. So stop smothering a sister 'cause she gave you a little bit,” I said, playing it off. Rico was a tough act to follow but he didn't need to know how my thankful body was already craving another orgasm, another session of slam, bam, thank Rico the fuck buddy man.

“I do have it like that. You're full of shit—you know you'd rather be with me. I'm taking you for a nice, long ride so you can relax and fix that bad attitude of yours,” he said, pressing the button to put the top down on his sea green convertible BMW.

Rico used a remote control to crank a rap tune, and I crossed my arms. As the wind gently caressed my face, Rico kept looking over in my direction. He took a back way toward my house and the car hugged each curve as he shifted gears. I drank the sunshine, closing my eyes on and off. That's when I realized I recognized the familiar rap tune that was playing. Apparently it was Blaze's new single—the one that he performed before attacking my booty hole at the mansion. According to the radio disc jockey, it was a hot new single that was climbing the charts.
How's that for irony?

“Get your damn hand off my leg, Rico,” I snapped. Inside, I loved how his hand felt there. It got me hot and bothered.

“You know you like it. You can lie to yourself, but what you really want is a man like me who can keep it up all night. As you know, I'm man enough to tame that freak pussy. Now take that off,” he said, tugging at my skirt.

“What?”

“You heard me. Like the Nike slogan says, ‘
Just do it
,'” he said as his right hand traveled up my leg.

The wetness began to flow, and I fell back into the place he took me when I masturbated in the bathroom at Trey's mother's house. I unbuttoned my skirt, wiggled out of it, and then pulled it toward the floor. Rico unfastened his pants and freed his penis. I was blown away by the fact that unlike Trey, he was so open with his body. They seemed like opposites in almost every way. Trey still covered himself up with a towel around his waist after showering, hiding himself from my eyes. Rico, on the other hand, was a free spirit and I loved that. I felt like I'd jump over mountaintops to get my hands on Rico. I buried my face in his lap and gave him pleasure as he reached an open highway. He kicked up his speed to about eighty miles per hour, and the danger of the sex game we were playing ignited the risk-taker in me.

“Keep your eyes on the road,” I said, coming up for air. “Drive steady.”

“Mmm. Oh Leslie, yo me gusto,” he whined.

When we approached a light, a nosey truck driver kept looking down into the car, staring at the game we were playing in our own private world. I casually glanced upward in his direction, then kept my head low while licking Rico's shaft up and down, putting on a free show for the trucker. All I can manage to say is that Rico was giving me the ride of my life, but the fun wasn't over—not even a little bit. I didn't realize that I'd have to finish what I started, until right then.

“Take off your top, let your hair loose, and get ready to get
fucked
,” Rico said, emphasizing the last word.

“Oh, hell yeah. I like the sound of that,” I said as we pulled into an isolated park.

By the time I loosened up, it was nearly pitch black outside. The stars were twinkling, and Rico's spontaneous idea of having hot public sex awakened the freakiest part of me. I found myself craving his touch all over again, as I watched him tune in to a jazz station and turn off the head lights. Next, he walked around to open my car door and I got out of his ride butt naked. Rico lightly manhandled me, pushing me onto the hood of the car before thrusting himself in me just as his pants dropped to his ankles. I continued looking at the luminous stars and drinking the mellow tones of soft jazz. Rico pumped me and made me moan over and over again. I felt my nipples harden and my mind wandered. At that moment, I felt Rico had to be the most passionate brother on the face of this great big and wide earth. Although I wanted to immediately smother him with affection, I remembered that I was supposed to call Trey.

“Trey . . . I need to call Trey,” I said, struggling to make sense as I spoke.

“No,” he said, completely unaffected.

“What if he's looking for me, Rico!” I complained. He pulled his penis from my vagina and began licking me with a skilled and willing tongue. Time and time again, Rico proved that he was a highly educated freak who didn't mind getting his face wet in some suckable pussy. In fact, he ate my dripping wet kitty kat like it had never been eaten before.

“Oh fuck! Rico. Rico. Oh fuck!” I yelled like a broken record. “I need to call Trey. I need to, I need to—”

“Five more minutes,” he said between licks, as he traced the contour of my half naked body with his fingertips.

“No. Now,” I whined.

“Rico!” I complained. He pulled his penis from my vagina and began licking me with a skilled and willing tongue. “Oh fuck! Rico . . . Rico . . . oh fuck!” I yelled like a broken record. “I need to call Trey. I need to . . . I need to—”

“I think you're kind of busy right now. I told you, five minutes,” he said between licks.

“No. Now,” I whined.

“Okay, have it your way then.” He stood erect, snatched my cell phone from my purse, and then handed it to me. “So dial your keeper, Leslie,” he told me, placing my legs over his head and driving his penis into me again.

“I can't,” I said, gasping for air.

“Do it. Call your man while the best man is pounding you like nobody's business. If he cared about what might happen, we wouldn't have had the opportunity to do what we're doing. Relax and enjoy all of this. Stop being overly analytical, mujer. I'm trying to give you a way out.”

The more Rico talked, fucked me, and talked dirty, the hornier I got. So much so that I followed his insane suggestion to lie and say that I made it home, and got comfortable after Rico left, all while having him inside of me. Thankfully, Trey didn't keep me on the phone long, so I didn't have to hold in the near explosion of guilty sounds for too long. I told Rico to call him five minutes later and give him the same version of events, and he did, while still enjoying our romp. As soon as he hung up his cell phone, I pushed him away and managed to rise from the hood.

My mouth wandered straight toward his middle as I crouched down in front of the headlights. Rico began moaning as I gave him oral joy, seemingly to the point in which he lost control of his thoughts and reached his orgasm.

“I'm not trying to smother you, Leslie. I just don't want you to marry Trey because I know that I'm crazy about you. I'm falling in love with you. If I had one wish, it would be for you to really be mine without having to sneak. I've waited all my life to feel this way about someone,” he blurted out as he released a load of semen into my mouth.

“Damn, I'm a freak. I can't believe what just jumped off,” I mumbled, standing up and spitting out the fluid on the black top.

We both got into the car. I wiped my mouth, and lay nude in his lap, looking up at the stars. Part of me didn't want to address what he'd slipped and said, while the other half wanted to enjoy his warmth on such a romantic night. After awhile, I lifted my head and looked into his eyes. I began to dress fearing a policeman or voyeur would soon find us.

“I don't want to throw my relationship away, Rico. Let's go,” I said firmly.

When he tried to stick his tongue into my mouth, I turned my head, snubbing him. A spurt of guilt fell upon me, and I knew that what Rico and I had been doing was cold-blooded. The loud stillness of silence consumed the rest of car ride. I was only interested in getting off; I wasn't trying to fall in love again. Didn't Rico understand where I was coming from? He was just my temporary boy toy—something for my enjoyment. I didn't give a shit about anything prolific and earth shattering.

The full moon tinted by a subtle yellow hue, lit up the night as Rico pulled into my driveway. The turn of events had given me a reason not to invite him in for another rendezvous. While proceeding to my front door, I had a bigger annoyance than Rico following me. The closer I got to my steps, an eerie feeling swirled around me as my eyes were drawn to a foot tall picture that was affixed to the front door. My head was cut out of the enlarged photograph. I got her message, loud and clear. It was my favorite picture; one we took together while we were in Cozumel, Mexico. Crossing this emotional line stung a little bit, but it didn't hurt me as much as Tanya probably thought it would.

When I reached the door and turned the key, I found trails of pink fabric lining the floor—pieces of what had once been Tanya's maid of honor dress. Each trail led to a mirror. NYMPHO was written on each large mirror in the same shade of red lipstick as before. I looked at Rico. I assumed Tanya wouldn't be creating the welcome baskets for the out-of-town guests as promised, since she was forfeiting her maid of honor title.
Shit!
How was I going to explain that? I wasn't surprised she'd pulled out of participating in my wedding—it was more that I hadn't thought about how and when she'd actually do it. I suppose I was more focused on other matters.

When Rico still tried to pull me into my bedroom and suggested that we undress and crawl into bed and make love to me despite all of this, I realized he truly was getting too attached. Without a doubt, I'd have to find a way to cut our affair off. Now I had two problems: him
and
Tanya.

As I walked around in back of him and physically pushed him out of the door, I truly began to feel ill. A migraine began to fester, and it grew to astronomical levels of pain when Rico opened his mouth again.

“I know you feel this thing between us, too. You may choose to look the other way, but I know the truth about your feelings, and so do you.” He shook his head, then chuckled. “If I were your man, I'd come home to you every night. If you were sick, I'd never let someone else look after you. In time, you will see you're making a mistake marrying Trey. This is all such a shame. I almost reached Heaven and now it's about to slip away, mami. We've got good chemistry—much better than the sham with the person whose ring you're wearing. I see who you really are, and it's not who Trey would like for you to be. He may be older and established, but that doesn't mean he's the one. Dame su corazon. You know I'm a good man. You know. Give me your love, Leslie.”

“Out!” I commanded. “You said what we did the first time would be a one time thing!”

“How was I to know I was going to feel this way about you? I've got nothing but time, Leslie. I'm going to get to know you. You'll see.”

“Like hell you will. Don't call, write, send Indian smoke signals, or fax me in this lifetime. You're tripping, Rico. You're really, really tripping like you're on something. Shake it off . . . I'm not the only woman in the world. We're through, end of subject.”

“Whether you like it or not, this
isn't
over, Leslie. I won't let us go our separate ways. Rico always gets what he wants. I've got my eye on you. I don't want to just be your lover, and I don't just want to be your friend. As far as I'm concerned, you are the only woman in the world,” he said, walking out of the door.

In my book, the subject of our short affair was over. Unfortunately, in Rico's mind, it wasn't hardly that simple. It didn't seem to matter that Trey regarded him as a brother and trusted him with his back turned. What I didn't know was that I'd live to regret the stupid decision of stirring up drama too close to home with a half Puerto Rican lover boy who had nice abs and the ability to speak broken Spanish. Even when he spoke the Spanish, I had no idea what it all meant, but I could identify words here and there. I hate to admit it, but hearing the whispers of a part-time Latin lover was a turn on. That is, until Rico began dropping major indicators that he was overly possessive of me. In his mind, he and I were just getting our private party started, while I was fighting to say one of the two Spanish words I knew the best—adios.