Lucas turned to Con. “Do you have a feeling Jamal is getting a bit more than we are?”
“Than me?” Con shook his head and pushed Jamal away from between Lavida’s legs. Jamal’s lips and cheeks were glistening wetly as he looked up, but Con had his attention elsewhere. He pulled Lavida to her feet and spun her around, so that he was facing her firm shapely ass, and he pushed her down to her knees so that her ass was spread towards him as she parted her knees further and he could see her asshole, dark with thin hair around that grew thicker as it got closer to her pussy. His six and a half inch dick was so hard it was throbbing and moving up and down in an arc almost an inch high. He pressed it against the pink lips that pouted from the now swollen pussy between those tufts of hair and pushed his manhood into the soft, wet warmth. It went surprisingly smoothly in. He began to fuck her in and out, faster and faster. She arched her back and made a gasping sound, her eyes wide and her mouth open as Lucas moved to sit below her face on the couch. Con pulled out his dick with a sudden movement and there was a loud sucking sound. Lavida moaned and grabbed her ass as her mouth closed obver Lucas’ dick and began to suck it.
*
“Damn you, you came inside me!” Lavida gasped. “Are you crazy? You think I came looking for them babies?” She got up and slapped Lucas across the face.
“What could I do?” he protested.
“But we gotta come somewhere!” Con protested, holding his still erect dick.
“Find a place!” Lavida said, and grabbed her jeans shorts, running out to the washroom.
That evening she got a call from Trevor. Lavida paused, wondering whether to pick up the phone or not. “Hi baby,” he spoke. “Please tell me you didn’t do it.”
“Trevor! You just don’t get it, do you? It’s over! It was over as soon as you went on a fucking spree! Understand?”
“But...but you did the same thing!”
She sighed. “Let me explain the difference, dummy. I went on a humping spree after we broke up, not before!”
Trevor sighed. “And what if I still want us to get back together?”
“Please don’t go there, Trevor.”
“Mine was temptation, yours was out of spite and to hurt me.”
“The fact remains I never cheated on you WHILE I was your girlfriend, period.”
“You know what? I’ll get you back...whatever it takes.”
She hung up. She didn’t feel sorry for him, but she was hurting too. She loved him, but she’d get over him. Today’s distraction had been good for her. Maybe she was beginning to like somebody else, anyway.
Meanwhile, Con had been talking to Jamal. “I’ve never dated a black chick, but I like her, Jamal. I feel like I’m beginning to like her a little too much, man. She’s not the kind of chick you find in a threesome thing...she’s above that. She’s special: I feel it.”
“I guess she was just totally frustrated after giving her boyfriend the boot for what she calls irreconcilable differences, know what I’m saying?” Jamal hit Con playfully on the chest as he put on his helmet. They were standing outside the house Con shared with Lucas, the house that had had so much activity earlier. “Y’all be lookin at her and saying, she’s trippin’. She would never do such things under normal circumstances, you know. She’s my gal, I know her. If you guys ever hook up we can’t go all dick on her...is that what you are saying?”
“If I ever hook up with her,” Con said, clenching his fists, “I’ll kill you or Lucas if you ever come to within six inches of her!”
“Whoa! Is that the way it’s going to be? Didn’t I introduce her to you, champ?”
Con smiled. “At least you’ve been warned!”
*
Con brushed his way into the office of Mailing-Simplified and bowed mockingly as he grinned at his colleagues in the open office. “Permit me to greet you all,” he said. “The night was good on me and as you can see, my face is radiant.”
“The only radiant thing on your face is sweat, Con,” Claire the secretary said with a roll of her blue eyes.
The others laughed. There was Andrew the boss, and Pete. Four people were enough to run the office of Mailing-Simplified.
“Please do some work,” Andrew said, his eyes glued to his computer. “I think you waste a total of three hours every day on silly jokes.”
“I think Con’s funny,” Pete protested.
“Funny!” Andrew snapped, giving Pete an angry glance. “I should take you to see a real comedian later this week after work so you can stop laughing at grade school jokes.”
Claire laughed. Con snorted and moved to his desk. “Unappreciated talent is one reason why we have so much recycled talent in Los Angeles. Y’all cannot see new talent coming up and you kick it to the curb.”
“I’ll kick you to the curb if you don’t forward to me yesterday’s report by mid-day,” Andrew said.
Claire’s laughter was interrupted by Con’s phone ringing in his pocket. He frowned at it and spoke. “Hello?”