Three months later....
My life has been pure hell without Kena. She wouldn't return my calls. I even went as far as to go to her parents' house that was damn sure the wrong move I barely escape there without getting my ass whooped by her father who was a former Army drill sergeant. I went to her apartment. She wouldn't answer the door. I went to her job she had security to promptly escort me out. I was truly a man apart.
I was sitting at my desk when I got a call from Corey. "Aye man what's up" "Nothing much just sitting in the office.” "Word, well me, Chuck and Kyle are going out Shooters to watch the game tonight. You tryna roll?” Corey had been trying to get me to go out for the past month and I wasn't feeling it. "I think I'm going to chill at the crib and watch it." "Fool you coming out tonight. I'm sick of your ass sitting round the house acting like it's the end of the world. So you coming out tonight, end of story. Peace." With that he hung up and I mumbled fuck that under my breath.
I leaned back in my office chair and rubbed my hands across my face. I was already stressed out about the situation with Kena and to make matters worse I had started hearing rumors saying the company I worked for was about to start cutting jobs in my department due to the economy. Although I had worked here for the past few years when companies started cutting jobs usually the first people to go were "us". I had resolved to stay on my Ps and Qs to make sure I kept my job if the rumors were in fact true.
Usually I walked out of the office around 5:30 it was 7:50 and I was nowhere near done with the work I needed to finish up. But I was tired. It had been a long ass day. Fuck it, the office would just have to follow me home tonight. I packed up my briefcase put on my coat and headed out into the bitterly cold December night. I stopped and pick up some express Japanese food as I headed into the house I shook my head thinking about how Kena always had a hot, homemade meal on the table when I got home. But I had a feeling those days were over.
I settled in to look over the stock reports for the company and I was shocked our company had really taken a huge hit during the third quarter. I did a little bit more work before I found my eyelids becoming heavier and heavier, before I knew I was on my couch knocked out. I was awaken by my cell phone ringing. I groggily answered, "Hello." "Man where are you." Corey was yelling over the background noise in Shooters. "On my couch doing work." "Fuck that Chris, get your ass over to Shooters'. It's mad females here, plus this is a good ass game." I was sick of Corey badgering me to come out so I agreed to meet them over there.
I got up and quickly showered. I put on a black Ralph Lauren button-up with some Levis and a pair of black Chuck Taylors. I put on my coat and headed out. As usual Shooters' was packed with wall to wall people. I found Corey and the rest of my frat brothers sitting at a booth with some random chicks. Chuck must have spotted me as soon as I came through the door because he greeted me with a bottle of Corona.
"Sup bruh." I answered, nothing much while surveying the scenery. There was most definitely a lot of pretty women in the building. I sat down at the booth where Chuck introduced me to ladies whom he had invited. "This is Chantelle, this is Monique, and this is Lisa. And ladies this is my LB Chris." “Nice to meet you.” I could tell off bat that Monique was the ugly friend who was invited along. I could also tell that Chantelle was feeling me and that Lisa was feeling Chuck. "Man where is Corey at?" "Outside on the phone trying to calm Monique down. Apparently he was supposed to have kept the kids for her to go to the movies with her friends or some shit like that."
"Oh damn." I said as I started to focus on the game, then I felt Chantelle come sit down beside me. "So Chris what do you do for a living?" "Accounts manager for IKL. What about you?" "I'm a manager at McDonalds.” What the fuck? "That's what's up. How long have you been with them?" "Since before I graduated high school." "Cool." I didn't know how I felt about that. I mean at least she had a job. She was pretty plus her body was the truth. She was wearing a pair of leggings with a shirt supporting her favorite football team. Her pussy looked fat hell in them leggings. It had been a minute since I had gotten some but that was by choice not by force. As soon as chicks heard I was back on the market my phone started blowing up with them “Hey stranger” text messages. You know how that goes. Corey coming over and patting me on the shoulder interrupted my thoughts. "Sup Corey, I see you’ve met Chantelle." "Yeah we met." I watched the game and cheered on my Cowboys, when a familiar face caught my eye from across the room. Damn it was Kena and then I noticed a hand attached to her waist. I looked to see who the hand belonged to and it was Xavier Funches. Xavier had gone to college with Kena and I. He had always been in hot pursuit of Kena. He tried to joining my frat but it was a no go for that. His ass dropped line the first month. Xavier was wack plus he was corny. I couldn't believe Kena was here with him.
But damn Kena looked good, she had her long black hair in a braided ponytail down to her ass almost, she had on a tight fitting Cowboys jerseys, a pair of jeans that fit her curves just right, and her milk chocolate skin looked so smooth and perfect. I tapped Corey on the shoulder, "Isn't that Xavier Funches other there?" Corey despised his ass more than I did, "Where!" I pointed to where he was standing again, "Hell yeah that's his bitch ass." Chuck looked, "Yo man isn't that Kena with him?" "Yeah man." Chantelle butted in, "Hold on, who's Kena?" "My ex-fiancee." "Oh she ain't all that." I looked at Chantelle and shook my head.
Before I knew it Corey was stepping to Xavier and I saw the embarrassment on Kena's face when she saw Chuck and I weren't far behind. "Sup Xavier." Xavier's face was full of fear, "Sup Corey how you doing man?" His voice shook in anxiety "I'm good, but what I'm trying to figure out is why are you are here with my brother's girl." Kena spoke, "Umm excuse the fuck out of you. His ex-girl!" She shot daggers at me with her eyes as she said that. "Like the lady said, she is no longer his girl and I would appreciate it if you got the fuck out of my face." I didn't realize how drunk Corey was until he cocked back to punch Xavier swung and missed. I step in between them just in time to catch Xaxier's retaliation punch right on the jaw. And that's when all hell broke loose; I caught Xavier on the jaw with a jab and his boys starting fighting my boys. Before I knew it we were outside in the parking lot and somebody yelled they had called the cops, everybody broke up and headed their separate ways. I headed towards my crib, my shirt was torn and my shoes were fucked up. "Shit!" What the fuck was I thinking. Corey always kept me in some bullshit. I hadn't been in a fight since college.
I headed home and took a shower and put some peroxide on the cut on my face. I had a long cut from right above my lip to my chin. Fuck! I had my towel around my waist when I heard a knock at my door. I didn't even look through my peephole thinking it would be Corey and the boys coming over here to act a fool a little bit more. Instead I was confronted with a dream in the flesh. "Kena?" There Kena stood with her heels in her hand and her "my feet hurt" flip-flops on. "Xavier kicked me out his car. He said I was the reason he got into the fight and I lost my cell phone in the commotion inside Shooters'." "Damn come in." I stepped out the way so she could come in, her ass looked more delectable than ever. I closed the door, "Do you need anything to drink? Water? Juice?" She faintly smiled, "Nah, I'm good I just need to use the phone. I came here because you're the only person I know in this neighborhood." "Aight cool." I handed her the phone off the base and she dialed a few numbers. "Hey girl, can you come pick me up? I’m at Chris’ house." I couldn't hear who it was on the other end. "Denise is coming to pick me up." "Aight cool." Xavier was really a fucking bitch ass dude. How in the fuck do you kick a woman out of your car in the middle of the night? In a neighbor by herself.
I headed upstairs and put on a white t and a pair of grey sweatpants. I came back downstairs and she was flipping through the latest issue of King laying on my coffee table. "I see you renewed your subscription." I smiled sheepishly, "Yeah." I wanted to tell her how much I missed her but I didn't know how to say it. "Well I'm upstairs if you need me." "Okay." I headed upstairs and lay back on my bed and thoughts quickly filled my mind. I wanted to feel Kena's warm touch, her lips, her hands, her everything. I nodded off before I knew it. I woke up and hour later. I went downstairs to see if Kena was gone and to my surprise she was knocked out on my couch. Damn Denise must have stood her up. Denise was her most unreliable friend I don’t even know why she called her. I couldn't help myself I walked over to Kena and started kissing her on the neck. She started moaning in her sleep. I made circles with my tongue. I sucked on her neck. Her moans grew louder, she sleepily said, "Stop baby." Then she was fully awake. "What the fah-." I didn't let her finish her sentence before I was kissed her on the lips. She didn't stop me as a matter of fact she reciprocated. I moved my hands under her shirt and reached under her bra and ran my fingers across her soft, supple breasts. I took her shirt off and threw it to the floor, followed by her bra. Damn I missed her breasts; they were perfect. I ran my tongue around her hard nipples and then took each other them into my mouth. Kena's eyes were closed and she was biting on her bottom lip.
I slowly unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down revealing the fact she wasn't wearing any underwear. A mischievous grin crept across my face. I spread her legs and started sucking on her clit. I moved my tongue around in circular motions then up and down. I flicked my tongue across quickly as she placed her hands on the back of my head and her moans had grown so loud they were reverberating through my house. Her juices were covering my tongue. I pushed my tongue inside of her; goddamn she tasted as sweet as ever. I missed pleasing her and satisfying her body. "Oh shit baby I'm coming!" I grabbed her ankles as her legs shook. I took off my shirt and sweatpants off. Kena ran her hand across my long, hard erection. I positioned myself between my legs and whispered in her ear, "I missed you so much." "I missed you too." She pulled my boxers down and I penetrated her. Her pussy was spectacular. It was even better than I remembered. I slowly started working in and out making sure I touched every wall. I just wanted to please her. I had fucked up and I wanted to make it up to her. Kena dug her fingernails into my back. I didn't even care that we were fucking right in front of a window were anybody walking by could get a full view. I went as deep as I could inside of Kena making her scream out my name. "Chris I'm coming." I felt her walls quiver as she came. I picked her up and carried her upstairs to my bed. I laid her across the bed with her lower body hanging off. I stood between her legs and entered her again. I bent down and kissed her breasts. She wrapped her legs around my neck, as I went harder and harder until she told me to slow down. I could see the fire in her eyes.
Kena felt so good. I was thinking about everything but coming in my effort of not trying to come. I want to savor every minute of this. "Let me get on top." I knew exactly what that meant. I laid down on the bed and watched as she slowly mounted me. She grinded her hips in rhythm with me, her breasts were hypnotizing as they bounced up and down. I put my hands on her waist and enjoyed it as she changed from fast to slow, slow to fast. She would bring me close to climax and then stop. "Fuck! Quit playing baby." She laughed, "I'm not playing I'm just taking my time. I missed this." "I missed you." As I came inside of her I fell into a deep feeling of pure bliss.
"Who the fuck is Kena?!?!" "What?" I woke up bewildered and in a daze. "Chris you heard me, who the fuck is Kena?!?" Then I realized that whole scenario had just been a dream. Kena and I had been broken up for well over a year and she had a moved on. I still had this reoccurring dream of her fucking me to sleep only for me to wake up screaming her name with morning wood from hell. "Nobody Chantelle." "Whatever Chris. I have to get ready to go to work." It was crazy how I always had the dream and the scenario leading up to us having sex always wasdifferent. But that night dreams stemmed from something that had actually occurred. Xavier and I did get into fight at Shooters’. He did kick her out of his car. She did some to my house but she waited outside until her ride came to pick her up. That night everything in me had wanted me to just tell her how I really felt but the words would never come.
Damn, these vivid ass dreams.
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