Chapter 18

Ashton. Missing Chelsea

Sunday evening, I was chilling at the crib playing my game. It was something to do to keep my mind off of Chelsea being gone. I really thought not having her around was going to be easy but I found myself asking her where stuff was and waiting for a response only to realize that she was gone. Playing my game became my refuge.

The house didn’t have the scent of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies or a home-cooked meal which is something she did on Sundays. “Argggg, fuck!!!” I bellowed and set the controller on the sofa, “stop playing games Chelsea, fuck,” I said in aggravation.

I picked up my cellphone and called her but she still had my number blocked. I called her friend, “Hey, have you heard from ya girl?”

She sucked her teeth, “I have.”

“Okay. Where is she?” I asked. She had always been instrumental in helping me fix things with Chelsea.

“I don’t know.”

“So, it’s like that?”

“Ashton, you know I love you like a play cousin but I don’t know where she is.”

“I thought you said you heard from her.”

“Yes. I called her. We spoke and that was it.”

“Did she say where she was?”

She hesitated and then responded, “She didn’t say.”

“Why did you hesitate?”

“Because when we talked, she said that she was on an island fucking a bunch of random people she just met.”

“You know what, girl, bye.” I ended the call. I had no idea why she was being difficult. I figured I’d give her another day to clear her head and ask again. She had to know something.

I stood. I suddenly felt the urge. Sunday was one of my favorite days to spend with Chelsea after lunch on the sofa playing a freaky card game where she had a deck of cards with various sexual positions. Each one of us pulled three cards from the deck and got to do whatever was on the cards to each other.

My dick was hard in my pants. I needed to stroke, my man. The doorbell sounded just as I was pulling up a video. I walked over and looked through the peephole. It was ol’ girl that had been over the last couple of nights, Elise, I opened the door.

She wore a thin piece of cloth holding up her breasts that was tied around her neck and back with a pair of black terry cloth shorts. I grinned, she came over for one thing, and lucky for her I was horny as fuck, “Hey, sup?”

She strutted in with all her ass hanging out of those shorts. “I thought you were hanging out with my dude Mick?”

“I am. But I’m also yours.”

I nodded and came out of my shorts so she could see that I was ready. She walked over as if she knew the routine. Down on her knees, her mouth opened wide so I could see her tonsils. My rod entered, and her lips enclosed my cucumber as she sucked long and hard, “Guk, guk, guk,” sounded in the room.

I grabbed her hair and held her head tightly as I pushed in until her eyes watered and drool pooled at the corners of her mouth. I pulled out and let her catch her breath and went back to it.

“Stand up and turn that ass around,” I commanded and she did as I told her. I slapped her ass hard, “grab your ankles,” I said.

I watched her bend over with her opening waiting to receive me. I pushed it in and held steady. She took all of my dick like a professional. She was balanced, her lips stretched around my rod as I humped rapidly. I wanted that nut out of me fast. And I needed her to leave so I could devise a plan to get my woman back.

She grunted and squealed loudly. I was tearing it up wildly. I slowed down for a minute to watch my dick slide inside of her wet center, seeing all that nectar covering me. Her body trembled with ecstasy I was close. I felt it building up. Back and forth, I pulled out and stroked my rod as it pointed at her. It spewed onto her ass.

She looked back at me seductively rubbing the cum onto her skin. She stood, “Do you mind if I use your bathroom?” she asked, at that moment, she reminded me of someone. I stared at her and then shook my head, “you remember where it is?”

“Of course,” she replied before walking away.

I adjusted myself and went to my room to find my clothes. When I got to my room, she was in my bed, “Elise, what are you doing?”

She acted like she was so tired, “I just need to take a quick nap.”

“I’m going to take a shower and after that, you gotta go.”

She sat up, “Why?”

“I have a girlfriend.”

“Mick said y’all broke up.”

“No. We are on a break. The only woman sleeping next to me at night is my girl.”

She rolled her eyes, “Fine, can you at least give me a ride home when you’re done?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Sure.”