Free Nympho by Andrea Blackstone Page B

his slacks.
    â€œYou mean looking for you, not us ,” I shot back angrily.
    I knew this wasn’t how love was supposed to be. I was sexually frustrated and felt emotionally distanced from someone I wanted to give myself to in every way. After Trey left, I rinsed out my mouth, put on my clothes, fixed my hair back into a tight bun, and returned to the table. When I did, there was a totally different vibe. To my surprise, Rico was seated on one of those plastic lined dining room chairs holding a square piece of cornbread in his right hand. I gulped and tried not to panic.
    â€œWe said grace without you because you took so long,” Mabel said in a hostile tone.
    I ignored her gastric bypass needing ass because I was caught off guard by Rico’s stunt. I sat nestled in between my man and my piece of forbidden fruit. From the moment I took my seat,, things got a whole lot hotter. I trembled inside and knew I wouldn’t be able to eat with Rico in my personal space.
    After I made my plate, Rico began copping a feel on my legs with his left hand while he ate with his right. Quick brushes turned into him lifting my skirt and rubbing steadily between my thighs until I grew sticky. I wanted to moan, grab him, and beg him to take me higher, but my hands were tied. When he began kicking my chair I came up with a plan.
    â€œTrey, I feel ill.”
    â€œIf you need a ride, I’ll take you home Leslie. It’s not everyday that Trey gets to eat his momma’s good cooking,” Rico responded quickly.
    â€œYou okay, Les?” Trey asked with concern.
    â€œI’ll be okay, baby. I just need to lay down in the comfort of my own place. If it’s okay with you, I’ll take Rico up on his offer so you can spend time with your family.”
    â€œThanks, man. Call me when you get home, Les,” Trey said.
    I couldn’t believe he would allow another man to take me home. Suddenly, I felt justified for wanting Rico to change my oil, since my own man could let me slip way so easily, especially knowing I was feeling horny and insulted. No one else said goodbye, and I was headed out the door with Rico, who was as smooth as butter.

6
    Mr. Right Now
    A s soon as we drove away, I began unleashing my frustration on Rico. I was angry that Trey announced we’d be going from sparse sex to none at all . . . at least until our big day.
    â€œAre you crazy, showing up like that and doing that shit under the table!” I screamed in Rico’s ear with hostility. When he smirked I truly felt like slapping him silly.
    â€œYou ran across my mind, and I care about your needs. I wanted to see you . . . you know you want some more of this.” He smelled good, and I hated him for it. My anger was beginning to transform into lust. “How could you stay away so long, when I was the one who set your body free? I thought you were in need of sexual healing . . . how amazing,” Rico said. He was oozing with cockiness and sex appeal and made my defenses melt.
    â€œIt’s only been a few days. I let you hit it one time, and you think you’ve got it like that? I slept with you because you’re close to Trey, and I was angry at him for neglecting me, not because of anything else. So stop smothering a sister ’cause she gave you a little bit,” I said, playing it off. Rico was a tough act to follow but he didn’t need to know how my thankful body was already craving another orgasm, another session of slam, bam, thank Rico the fuck buddy man.
    â€œI do have it like that. You’re full of shit—you know you’d rather be with me. I’m taking you for a nice, long ride so you can relax and fix that bad attitude of yours,” he said, pressing the button to put the top down on his sea green convertible BMW.
    Rico used a remote control to crank a rap tune, and I crossed my arms. As the wind gently caressed my face, Rico kept looking over in my direction. He took a back way