Chapter 8

The day after Christmas, Derrick and I spent most of the day together. He didn’t have to go back to school until January. It would be his final semester. In reality, I didn’t have but five months left with him before he’d be off to play professional ball. I decided not to dwell on the inevitable but to bask in the moments I had.

After we had lunch, he headed home. He had to spend his final night with his family. They were flying out early in the morning. He said he’d try to make an appearance before midnight. I hoped he could.

I was also happy to be going back to the house the next day. I did miss seeing Raymond and wondered how Nana was doing.

As I sat on the balcony, I got a phone call. It was a strange number. Normally, I didn’t answer but since I had been applying to different companies, I decided to see if it was a job offer.

I heard a familiar voice on the line, “If it isn’t the beautiful Ashanti,” he said.

Hearing his voice did make me smile but I played it cool, “Donovan,” I said with a smile.

“I still had your number from when you worked at the restaurant, how are you?”

“I’m well.”

“I wasn’t sure if you had spoken to Jess.”

I guessed that he knew I had spoken to Jess but wondered why I had not jumped at the opportunity to call him.

“Yes. I did. Sorry to hear about your divorce.”

“No, it’s fine. It was a mutual decision. So, are you seeing anyone?”

“I am.”

It got quiet for a while. I spoke, “Hello?”

“I’m still here. I wished I would have made a move on you sooner.”

“I don’t date married men.”

He chuckled, “You know the situation with me and my wife or soon-to-be ex-wife. I haven’t been happy for a long time.”

“Then why did you get married?”

“We were young. Honestly, we have nothing in common. She enjoyed the money, the trips, and being able to stay home and look pretty. I want a woman that enjoys conversation with wine as we watch a nice movie.”

I smiled. The first time I met his wife was at a company party. She looked disinterested in everything. It made me wonder how such a woman ended up with a fun-spirited man.

She was attractive but her personality was like that of a moody alligator. One minute, she would stand expressionless as you spoke to her and the next minute, she’d start snapping at people.

“I’m happy for you Donovan.”

“Ashanti, come on. At least give me a date.”

“Well, when you’re divorced. As in papers filed at the court, we can reassess.”

“Fair enough. I sent you a little something via CashApp. Merry Christmas.”

“Thank you, Merry Christmas Donovan.”

I went inside and headed to the bedroom. Life was weird like that. When shit was bad, it was bad. However, when things made a turn for the better, it seemed good stuff was just falling in my lap left and right.

The very first time I had sex with both Derrick and Raymond in one night would remind me of the night after Christmas.

I was expecting Derrick to return. I anticipated his arrival. I waxed my cunt and oiled it with pina colada. I was lying in bed waiting for him to arrive and when he did around midnight, rolled on my belly and pushed my ass in the air.

He used his hand to part my cheeks. I felt his tongue. It was something about having my pussy eaten from the rear that seemed more provocative than the usual on your back or sixty-nine. This was my favorite way. Eat my pussy from the rear as I play with my clit and then fuck me until I pass out.

Derrick didn’t disappoint. I had his full cock in my pussy stroking away. I had already cum twice and was on the verge of another. When we heard the main door open. He hurried and pulled out of my center. I went to the bathroom to wash quickly.

Raymond was standing by the door when I opened it. I smiled, “Hey, I wasn’t expecting to see you until tomorrow.”

He kissed my mouth, “I stole away while everyone was sleeping. I had to see you.”

His hand found my center. As my back rested on the wall, he played with my gem slowly while looking into my eyes. His lips touched mine and soon I felt the wetness of his tongue as his fingers penetrated. He moved rapidly. He didn’t stop until he got the desired effect. My pussy gushing all over his hand.

He rubbed my inner thigh. “I want to fuck you now,” he said to me.

I nodded and went to the bed and lay down on my back. Raymond removed his clothes and climbed on top of me. I wondered where Derrick had gone. Was he beside the bed or under it?

As Raymond stroked my pussy to perfection. I couldn’t help but moan like crazy. My eyes drifted to the right and I saw Derrick standing by the walk-in closet peering through the door. I wondered how he felt.

The first time, he only heard his father fucking me. This time he watched. I wondered if he was jealous. Was he mad at me for not turning his father away? I couldn’t turn Raymond away for I loved him just as much as I loved being with Derrick.

I threw my hips up to receive more of his thick cock. It was clear I was having a marvelous time. If it wasn’t evident in how my body responded, it was evident in how I moaned and cussed as I climaxed.

Raymond filled my pussy with warm cum and kissed my mouth. We lay talking as his seed marinated in my center. It wasn’t until three in the morning when he left confessing his affection for me.

Derrick had slept in one of the other rooms. I found him lying in the bed. I eased next to him and wrapped my arm around him, “Sorry about last night,” I said sweetly.

He turned to me, “I told you before, it’s okay, but be honest, whom do you love more?”