Julia’s striking hand was caught in his muscular hand before it reached his face. “Run away with a jobless guy? Get off your high horse.”
“One thing remains, then,” he said, and kissed her. Julia pulled away at last, gasping. She stepped back and grabbed a fire poker from near the bed and waved it at him.
“Enough, Matt. Go back to your room. I have been tempted, but will not be tempted again. You have ravished a world-famous celebrity’s daughter and lived to tell the tale. Now be gone, and have a nice life.”
Matt stared at her in amazement. Women are strange and full of surprises. You never knew what they would say next, or how they would react. But so much seemed like a dream tonight.
*
“Listen, baby...I still love you man, and nobody is taking you away from me.”
“Trevor,” Lavida sounded exasperated, “I’m going to hang up on you, and I will never pick your calls again. Hanging up in ten...nine...”
“Baby listen! You know you can’t kick a brother when he’s down, that’s a nasty low-down punk-ass thing to do. We both went all groupie, didn’t we?”
“Trevor, you went groupie on a girl while you and I were in a relationship. Those guys went all groupie on me after I broke up with you. There’s a difference.”
“Did you like it?”
“You see...with you it’s all about sex. There’s more to life than sex, Trevor.” She smiled, seizing the opportunity to make him feel bad. “And if you really want to know, I loved every second of it. They know how to please a girl. And they were all well-hung, especially Jamal and Con.”
She closed her eyes as she recalled the feel of Jamal’s very hard dick inside her hot pussy and Con’s fingers moving rapidly on her clit and she felt her pulse rate increase. They sure had wasted no time dropping her panties and slipping those dicks into her wet hotness.
“I can’t believe my boy Jamal was in on this,” Trevor growled. “Anybody else touch my booty...”
“Trevor, I’m still counting. Three...two...one.” She hung up, and would not pick again or reply to his messages. But she frowned as she read one message:
“Tell your next boyfriend to watch his back.”
*
The day before, Jamal had called her out to an outdoor snack place called Snack Palace here in Long Beach.
She had found him with Con! She had to admit that Con was one handsome biker, with his sun tan, smile and six-pack. Just like Jamal and Lucas, he had those tattoos but fortunately none of those pierced noses or ears that she didn’t like. Good thing neither Jamal nor Lucas did that either.
“If this is about another wild ride like the last one, I should say I’m not all that easily drawn into these things. I was just really mad with Trevor after I broke up with him and couldn’t care less what I did next.”
“Actually,” Jamal grinned, “I’m here to hand you over to Con. I’m your bro you know, and since your Dad ain’t here to hand you away like they do in a wedding...”
“Dude, I wouldn’t handle it like that,” Con interrupted, shaking his head. “You are killing my game big-time, you know that? Just chill, Jamal.” He turned to Lavida. “Lavida, I know we’ve gone all the way and back...”
“Boy, haven’t we! Tell me about it!” she laughed.
Yes, there was some chemistry. And it threatened to explode, if she let her heart into it. This guy had struck a cord in her, unlike the other two who had been nothing but very willing sex partners in that wild episode.
“You know, I would like us to go out sometime, anytime, even tomorrow, and see if things can work out. Even after I got all I could physically get from you, Lavida, I feel that you have so much more to offer and sex is just a small percentage of the great woman you are.”
“Wow, Con!” Lavida covered her eyes and laughed. “Wow! You should write pick-up lines or love speeches.”
Jamal coughed meaningfully. “My white brother is deep in this love psychology thing, huh?”
“What on earth is love psychology? Come on, man, don’t drop my ball, Jamal. I’m not playing with words. I want her...I want you, Lavida. Racial divides mean nothing to me, or to my heart. I just want you to be my gal, period.”
Jamal got to his feet. “This brother knows when to take his cue. I’m leaving the cupid scene. Nobody will be allowed to say Jamal was hanging out with Romeo and Juliet.”
They laughed.
“You just made me feel special, Con,” Lavida said, ignoring Jamal, who was walking away, shaking his head in mock wonder.
“You are special,” Con said.
“Have you been reading a book about the right things to say, Con?” Lavida stared at his sideways, slyly.
Con laughed. “Come on, girl. Jamal will tell you I say what I mean, always.”
They stared at each other.
*