Free The Awakening by Shakir Rashaan Page B

way.” I figured I could deal with my husband’s mood once I got done ripping Jasmine a new hole. Imagine my surprise to see my husband and kids laughing at something on TV when I walked into the living room. He acted like the previous ten minutes never happened.
    â€œBaby, I need to head out. I’ll be at Candy’s, okay?” I shouted out in his direction.
    â€œYeah, babe, let me know how it turns out,” he replied. He was still huddled up with the kids, watching some craziness on television they’d roped him in to watching.
    Now, why in the back of my mind did I think he had been listening in on the other extension to make a comment like that?

    Thankfully, I got to Candy’s house before Jasmine did.
    I hoped to beat her there so it didn’t look as if she had called me over. To make it less suspicious, I parked my car in the empty garage spot, to make it look like I had been there for a few hours.
    The things I do for that woman.
    I found Candy sunbathing naked out on the back patio. I stared at her skin as it bronzed in the sun, watching the beads of sweat make her look absolutely radiant enough to rape on the spot. I had to regain my composure though. If I didn’t, things might end up rolling into a different flow, and Jasmine’s doorbell rings might get ignored. But I shook it off, considering her balcony was in direct line of sight for more than a few neighbors to get a good show. Not like I cared, but sooner or later, she’s gonna get busted for indecent exposure.
    â€œSo, what did you really need me for?” I asked, knowing she could handle Jasmine on her own.
    â€œWell, I was hoping we could play around and little before she showed up. You know I handle things better when I have some of you.” Candy flirted. She moved toward me, ready to get a quickie in. “It has been a couple of weeks, sexy.”
    The doorbell interrupted that idea quickly.
    â€œDamn,” Candy shouted. “You’re not getting off that easy. Let’s get this over with, but you’re gonna have to come out of those clothes if you’re gonna fool Jasmine.”
    I didn’t need to be convinced, especially when I was used to being naked at her house. I gave her a quick pop on her ass and said, “Now, go and answer the door.”
    Once we headed back inside, I managed to slip into the bedroom to put a robe on while Candy let Jasmine in. She cleaned up pretty well, but then again, she probably went to church this afternoon, too. Her demeanor seemed a bit softer than I expected. Considering she hadn’t seen her husband for more than a couple of hours for the last couple of weeks, one would think she would at least be on edge.
    Candy started up right away, asking, “You still haven’t seen Jay?”
    â€œI’d imagine Mercedes has seen him more than I have. I’ve talked to him, and he does come over, but he’s still cold to me,” Jasmine stated.
    â€œCan you blame him? All the bullshit you put him through, and the thing you accuse him of doing, you get caught doing red-handed,” Candy said. The anger in her voice took me by surprise. “You know you fucked up, or at least I hope you know you did.”
    â€œOkay, Candy, chill,” I calmed her down. “Jasmine, what were you thinking?”
    â€œI needed some attention, damn it!” Jasmine yelled. “He gets allthe attention when we’re out at parties. I wanted to join with him, but these females ain’t with it.”
    â€œYou wonder why?” Candy asked. “You’re not sexy. You’ve got a body, but that’s about it.”
    The whole room got quiet .
    Candy kept pressing the issue. “This is probably the best I have personally seen you look all year. You say you’re bi, but you got them butches at your job gassing your head up like you’re the second coming of Pam Grier.”
    Jasmine had the nerve to look insulted. “I