Chapter 7

It was late in the evening when Enrique arrived home from work. He saw Taylor leaving her place with John. He sized him up, what does she see in that guy, he thought. John nodded as he saw Enrique walk to his door.

Taylor wore a maxi dress that showed off her shoulders and cleavage. John had on a pair of camouflaged ripped shorts and dri soft t-shirt. John opened the door to his Jeep and helped Taylor into the vehicle and then he got in and backed out.

As he drove, he turned to Taylor, “Are you and your neighbor friendly to each other?”

“Huh? Why?” she replied nervously.

“You didn’t speak to him. I was just wondering. Usually, you’re so personable.”

She sighed, “We speak in passing you know. He comes and goes a lot and so do I, so...”

He continued to drive. Then suddenly Taylor had a thought pop into her head, so she asked, “You came by yesterday morning, so what did you do the rest of the day? I didn’t even get a call from you.”

“Uh,” he squirmed a little, “I left the note. I figured I’d hear from you, so, but uh, I was hanging out with some of the guys from the shop I’m going to be assigned to.”

His mind flashed to that day. He was with a few guys from the shop. Bennie the senior ranking person said, “Let’s go see what’s happening at the mansion?”

John hesitated. Bennie urged, “Come on, you know you want to. You’ve been going for the past two weeks.”

The mansion was a place where a select crowd was invited to have sexual fantasies fulfilled by beautiful men or women. What happened at the mansion, stayed at the mansion. Cellphones were confiscated upon entrance and returned at the end of the encounter.

John had a secret. The things he didn’t believe in doing with his girlfriend or prospective wife, he had no issues with doing with other women.

He entered a crimson room and was greeted by a sexy redhead. She ushered him to a chair and just before he sat, she pulled down the pants he wore. She looked at him and smiled. He wasn’t huge, but he had something to work with. She touched him, “do you want me to kiss it?” she asked. He nodded vigorously just before the woman’s lips engulfed his member.

John swallowed and his mind left that night and returned to his current situation. He looked over at Taylor. She looked amazing, “You look, beautiful babe.”

She smiled, “Thank you.”

He pulled into the parking lot of a seafood restaurant and they went inside. The music was nice, sort of a Louisiana Zydeco vibe. They sat outside on the deck. John talked about his job and the move and Taylor listened as she ate her crab legs.

John excused himself to the restroom. Taylor sat and looked out at the water. She looked down at her phone and saw a message from Enrique with a photo of her and him lying in bed at the beach house. “Tu eres mia.” Which is, “You are mine.” In Spanish.

She smiled and replied, “Yes.”

Suddenly, she felt a tap on her shoulder, “Taylor Newman, Photographer, and Pianist.”

“Dr. Loiza.”

“You can call me Raul.”

She smiled. Raul couldn’t help but stare at the fullness of her bosom as she sat there. “Are you eating alone?” He asked. John approached. Raul looked at John, as he took a seat.

John saw the way Raul checked Taylor out. Taylor said, “This is my boyfriend, John.”

Raul reached out his hand, and they shook. “Boyfriend. It’s nice to meet you. I’ll let you two get back to it.” Raul walked away.

John smirked, “My girlfriend sure does get a lot of attention.” She didn’t respond. She knew he wanted to start an argument. His eyebrow rose, “Do you know him?”

“We met once briefly at a fundraiser.”

He nodded. But he knew that look. That was the look of a man that was interesting in digging deep in Taylor’s goodies. He didn’t like it. Especially since they struggled to make a connection in bed.

When dinner ended, they went back to the apartment. Taylor lay next to John in bed wearing a tank top and panties. He scrolled through his phone. She sat up, got on top of him, removed his glasses, and started kissing him. She could feel him getting excited. She reached inside of his shorts and pulled his rod out. “Take your time,” she whispered in his ear.

She moved her panties to the side and allowed him entrance, “Ahhhh,” he moaned as she moved her hips.

She took his hands and placed them on her breasts, “Squeeze them,” she said.

He did a little. Up and down she went and circular motion and just when she was getting into it he uttered, “Ohhhhh God.”

She stopped and looked down, “You didn’t.”

“Sorry. I couldn’t help it.”

She got off and went to the bathroom, then later laid in bed angrily. He commented, “I don’t see why you get so mad at me.”

“Because. I want us to enjoy each other. It doesn’t work if you just finish before I do.”

“I know. I’m nothing like him, your big Black Boyfriend that made you have crazy orgasms.”

“I have never told you that you had to be like him. And for the record, it’s not just about the size. It’s about taking your time and making sure I’m satisfied before you finish. If I finish first, I can keep going, but if you finish ... I have to wait for you to get enough energy again.” She stared at the ceiling.

“I know about Donte,” he said plainly.

She sat up, “I know you know because I told you about us.”

“No, I mean that you were with him when I went to Minnesota.”

She couldn’t respond. How could he have known? The only person that could have known other than her and Donte was Sherry and Sherry would not betray her.

“How do you think it makes me feel that you had to go back to your ex to be satisfied? I’m trying, but every time, it’s like I’m afraid you’re comparing me to him, and maybe, I just can’t be him.”

“I never asked you to. And if you feel like this, then why? Why try? Why are we even doing this?”

“Because Taylor, I, I love you. I do.”

She felt his sentiment. She nodded. She cuddled next to him. She loved him too, but was that enough? Could she settle for mediocre sex for the rest of her life? That was a hard ask. She had some serious soul searching to do.

On Thursday morning, John woke up early. He got dressed. Taylor was in the kitchen, “Where are you off to?”

He grabbed his keys off the counter and replied, “I’m going to go to Tampa. I gotta meet up with the guys, do some paperwork and stuff.”

She nodded. “I’ll see you later then.”

He kissed her cheek, “I might be late, we’re going to go have some drinks later.”

“Be safe.”

“I will.” He left.

She had never seen John act that strangely before. She shook her head and pulled out some supplies from the closet to restock the bathroom, toilet paper, and paper towels. She heard the sliding glass door open, she looked left and saw Enrique walking towards her, “What are you doing?”

“I know what you said mi amor,” he pressed his lips against hers, “I miss you.”

“What If he comes back?”

“I waited until I saw him drive off.”

“We still can’t.”

“No one saw me come in.” he kissed her again. She got excited. It was tempting and she wanted him. He touched her nipples, “your body is screaming for attention.” He leaned over and bit her nipple and sucked on it through the cotton shirt she wore.

“It’s too risky.”

“Remember that time in the bathroom, while all those people were out there eating and drinking, and the time on the deck of the yacht.”

She nodded. It was how they were. His hand went inside of the cotton shorts she wore and he touched. “um, you’re so good at that,” she moaned in delight. He continued to strum and finger her. Right as she was climaxing from Enrique’s fingers and he was ready to lift her on the counter and a loud thud was heard at the door. “Stop, stop,” she said nervously.

“We have to finish this.” He kissed her and hurried out the patio door.

She walked over to open the door, “Hey, you lost the key?”

“No. I left the car running. I left my phone. He hurried into the room and then returned. He looked at her shirt. It was wet where Enrique had sucked on her nipple. “Did you spill something?” He asked.