Divine Interlude, Gemini [best beach reads of all time txt] 📗

our house and we even went on double dates together. I trusted and supported them and there endeavors to open a sports agency/talent scouting firm. I felt betrayed, I quickly put on my clothes and left. “Charlene, Charlene, wait”, Lamar pleaded. I looked back and notice him hanging his naked body out of the door.
“Charlene, Charlene, are you ok”, Marcus questioned as he zapped me back to reality. “Would you like some dry clothes to put on”. I refocused my attention on Marcus and let those old times stay where they belonged, buried with all the other drama I have ever dealt with in my life. Marcus stood there in a white wife beater tank top and blue Nike shorts. He had a few tattoos that accented his chocolate complexion and model build. For a second I imagined Marcus grabbing the back of my neck, pulling my lips to his, lifting my skirt above my waist, pulling my panties to the side and filling that internal void I had been missing. I could not control my irrational thoughts or behavior, this man made me weak and I wanted him to strengthen me in the worse way. I had every intention of seducing Marcus, but as or conversation got deeper I wanted to know more about him then about his 60 minute workout. Besides he wasn’t like any other brothas I had met, most men attack you as soon as you get in the door and that is such a turn off unless its one of those attack at the door nights, which can be spontaneous and erotic, a real man will know when to and when not to. Marcus was a smove brotha, he didn’t need to pressure me and he knew it, besides he was probably getting it on a regular, I was the one going through withdrawal, but with all men they can’t hide there excitement and throughout the night as we held each other I felt what seemed to be a stick of dynamite ready to explode I placed my ass up against his pleasure to determine size and depth and Houston with that we will have no problems.

Chapter 4

After our Saturday morning basketball game, my cousin Antonio and my homie Spider stopped up at IHOP to have breakfast. We have been playing in this Basketball league together for about two and a half years, It was started about 3 years ago by a couple of college players I use to compete against. It’s a great place to network, the league is full of businessmen that can help you get your foot in the right door. Last year we won the championship and with my 27 points 7 rebounds and 12 assist today, I’m playing for a repeat. Spider and I have known each other since college. He was also a self proclaimed ladies man or for lack of better words a campus man hoe. There were several women at a nearby table that kept looking over at me and my crew. Antonio of course swore they were looking at him. Spider was preoccupied on his cell phone with his wife and I continued to stuff my face with blueberry pancakes covered in maple syrup and whip cream. Spider made a frustrated sound as he closed his cell phone and slammed it down on the table, “women are a cancer and I am dying a slow death” Spider stated. We all laughed. I understood exactly how Spider felt and at any other point in my life would have agreed with him, but lately Charlene has givin me a different perspective. I didn’t talk to much about Charlene to the fellas but they were quick to point out my different behavior. “So Marcus are you allowed to hang out at Chances tonight”, Antonio questioned with a devilish grin. “Allowed”, I quickly responded, is this coming from the same guy that came home two weeks ago to find his club wardrobbed sitting in a tub of bleach, the question should be can you go out or better yet do you have anything to wear to go out. I jabbed back. We all laughed, me and Spider gave each other dap and continued to dig in on Antonio as he sat there silent. We clowned him for letting a women he had only known for 3 weeks stay at his house while he was out clubbin”. “What were you thinking”, Spider questioned. Antonio broke his silence, “I wanted to know what it felt like to have a woman at home waiting for me, you remember that feeling, right”? Antonio sarcastically questioned. I couldn’t believe Antonio went there, I shot him a shut the fuck up look. Spider and Antonio were cool on my behalf, Antonio is my cousin and Spider is my best friend, but that never stopped them from arguing or as my mother says, battling for position. But even when the heat was on me I would have never threw such a low blow. But I’ve come to expect the unexpected from Antonio. Spider didn’t respond to his statement, he just motioned to our waitress for the check. Spider had been going through some hardtimes with his wife when he came home to find his house empty and divorce papers sitting where his big screen t.v once sat. Spider met Erica at college, she was in a separate league compared to the chicken heads Spider was known to hoe around campus with. Erica was confident, sophisticated, sexy as hell and on the dean’s list. Erica was in her second year of Law school when her and Spider met. Spider and I were finishing up our fourth and final year. Erica attended North Carolina University which is about an hour away. When her and Spider met she was down at A & T visiting her cousin Sta’cha. Sta’cha was one of my pros, she was a redbone, thick in all the right places and had an ass like a Clydesdale. Sta’cha was as real as they come, she use to come by my room roll a blunt and kick knowledge. Sta’cha had a boyfriend back home, but one night she came to my room in a some work out clothes. “I just came from the gym and wanted to see what you were up to”, she said. It was hard for me not to look at Sta’cha in those tight ass shorts, I was always attracted to Sta’cha, but she made it clear on several occasions. “Marcus I have a man and besides you can’t handle me with all your other women on campus” I recalled her saying. I stood there and wondered what was on Sta’cha’s mind. “Hey Marcus, can I get a massage, my body is aching”, Sta’cha said in a sweet voice. I had never touched Sta’cha in that way before, I mean we’ve smoked a few trees and crashed together before, but nothing like her laying on my bed in those little ass shorts and top. I wasn’t sure if I was strong enough, but I damn sure wasn’t going to say no. That night Sta’cha was going to find out what a real massage felt like, or watch me die trying. Thinking back on that night, I truly think that Sta’cha had every intention of remaining a one woman man, but our sexual energy was just to much to bear. The act of rubbing baby oil all over her tender curves made me feel an unexplainable rush of emotions, and thoughts that I had repressed for so many months. Sta’cha could feel the intensity in my hands as they made love to her body, caressing her in a way I was sure her man had been neglecting. Sta’cha responded to my seduction, “damn Marcus that feels so good, I heard you had skills…” That last comment motivated me and at the same time made me curious, If she had heard I had skills it wasn’t about the way I give massages because I had never givin a massage to anyone else on campus. I knew what she was referring to, my hands became even more intense and fearless. I began to massage Sta’cha’s inner thigh, she began to release sounds of pleasure and whisper my name as if she desired me in the same way I desired her, “oh Marcus”, she repeated several times. At that point I envisioned myself removing Sta’cha’s shorts, but instead I just stopped, and laid down besides Sta’cha. “Why you stop Marcus”, Sta’cha curiously questioned. “I didn’t want to but I had to”, I replied. With other women this would have been a con, get them hot and bothered and then stop as soon as there ready to give in, that drives a woman crazy and they will do any and everything to get you to finish what you started. Sta’cha straddled me and began to return the favor, she massaged my chest and arms, “if I wanted you to stop I would have said so”, she gently whispered in my ear. She then went further south and reached her hand inside my jogging pants and began to massage my second mind. Sta’cha pulled down my jogging pants and continued her massage, her lips now replaced her hands as she filled her mouth and gave me oral pleasure. She kept me inside her mouth while rotating her body until the only thing between me and her waterfall was those workout shorts. I aggressively ripped Sta’cha’s shorts away from her body, anxiously wanting to taste her nectar, I let my tongue dance in between her thighs as her voice rose and her legs spread, we were both at that point of readiness. We made love a few times that night and the next morning while I was in the shower Sta’cha joined me and we made love again. We took our relationship to a new level when it became sexual, we became closer, were the best of friends and shared everything together. I asked her one night what she expected from me and told her that I was willing to be exclusive if that’s what she wanted. Sta’cha said that her man back home had proposed to her and that I should continue to see other people. We continued to have a sexual relationship, but after a few months things got aykward. When Erica would come into town to see Spider we would all hang out together. Spider would ask me to tag along to run interference incase we ran into one of his campus groupies. He had slowed down a lot when he met Erica, but with her being so far away he still did his dirt on the side. Spider, the self proclaimed doctor love would say, I still have to make my campus rounds and that he did. The one thing that amazed me about Spider was that he never got caught up, there were nights when we were at parties with everyone of his campus groupies and no matter what the situation was he never panicked and there was never any dramatic scenes. When I first met Spider he was known as Jovan Mitchell, but after the first semester me and the fellas on campus gave him the nickname Spider. We called him Spider because he kept so many women tangle up in his web. Erica was the only woman able to tangle him and also the only woman who was going to teach him a harsh lesson of what goes around comes around. Oh what a tangled web we weave when we lie and deceive.
The waitress finally brought over our bill, it took her about 5 minutes to do so, that felt like a lifetime after the silence bestowed on us from Antonio last comment about Spider’s wife. Each minute it took Antonio deducted a dollar from her tip, as much money