THE LIST PART 4

Please remain calm sir. I'm only doing my job. This will only take a minute.

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Officer Camley was a big guy. He stood over 6’3 and appeared like he was approaching 300lb. Not a muscled kinda big but the ‘swole’ kinda big. His low cut damp blond hair poked from under his cap. He looked intimidating by his sheer size. As I brought down the window the hot air reminded me of the moist heat from outside. 
One of the items on Lisa’s list was smoking weed. Something she had been offered on a few occasions but never took the leap to try. It’s a good thing I didn’t bring any of that to our first hookup I thought. But she sat beside me like a composed quiet school girl in her short rain coat. Part of her pink shaved private area was poking out from an opening in the jacket until I reached over and pulled the material down. The fat policeman was shining the flashlight into the backseat of the car before I handed him my driver license.

“So what’s the story, you folks just parked here in this remote corner enjoying the humid weather? We get calls out here all the time about kids in cars hanging around and making a lot of noise waking up the neighborhood, smoking drugs. Now I know you two are not kids but you two aren’t smoking any drugs are you?”

  “No. No. We’re just talking.” I answered tentatively.

  “Really. Nothing else going on. It’s hot as hell out here playa.” The big man’s voice went up at the end with some slang as if his ‘blackness’ was coming out.

  “No man. We’re just talkin’. Really.” I answered again. Reminding myself there was nothing to be alarmed about.

Lisa had her hand on my shoulder and leaned forward coyly perhaps to show the officer some cleavage.     

  “Nope. No drugs here. We’re just talking and listening to some music.”

She flashed a bright sexy smile and I could see the policeman’s demeanor soften even more. Officer Camley, from his name badge, bent down putting one hand on the car roof.

  “Yea. Personally I could tell you a few things I’d be doing on a hot sticky night like this. You know what I’m sayin’. Put a tent in the backyard, have a late night pool party, drink some nice cold beer from the freezer…”

I wasn’t sure what to say so I added. “Ya, I can go for one a those. Not while I’m driving of course.”

  “Well there you go. Can’t cook on these nights, just order food, sleep in a hammock, fall asleep to a movie…man the list goes on.”

  “Yea it does.” I smiled less apprehensively.

  “Just lemme check that registration will you.”

I reached into the glove compartment for the document getting a glimpse of Lisa’s expression. I was hiding my stifled laugh and I could see she was doing the same. For the moment crediting the heat with any strange behavior that was going round.

  “Stay right there.” The officer said before taking a few heavy steps back to his cruiser.

I closed the window slapping Lisa lightly on her thigh. “Is distracting a cop with your breast on your list too?” I grinned.

Lisa grabbed my arm almost digging her nails into them.

  “No. Oh my god. Oh my god! What the hell was he talking about? And how hard is it to get fucked tonight.”

“What. Listen to you. What happen to the shy afraid girl?” I teased. “It’s a good thing I didn’t bring the weed.”

 “What! Oh my god! No, are you crazy.”

We were laughing but trying to contain ourselves in case the police were watching. Which I’m sure they were although we had nothing to hide. Despise the bright head lights from the cruiser I could make out another officer in the car and from the form and size it looked to be a woman.

  “How long do you think they’ll be?” She said stretching her fingers through my open zipper that I neglected to close. “I can continue interrogating you until he returns.”

Her warm soft hands groped around my manhood until it became aroused again. I quickly pulled her fingers away when I heard the door to the police car open.

  “Wait, he’s coming back.”

I brought down the window expecting to hear officer Camley’s meaty voice telling us to be on our way. Instead we heard an assertive female tone.

  “Michael Brandon. Wow, is this what you’re out doing on your hot nights?”

I turned looking up quickly when I heard the voice but couldn’t see much from my angle and the flashlight in my eyes. The person didn’t sound familiar at all. I looked over at Lisa who was more mystified than I was.

  

“Please step outta the vehicle sir. Ma’am you gonna have to step out as well and walk over to that vehicle.”

Lisa raised her eye brow and shoulders. 

  “It’s ok.” She said reassuringly before climbing out. More convincing herself than anything. I watched her adjusting the short rain coat before walking towards the police car her heals clicking waveringly on the cement. Officer Camley was waiting for her smiling with note pad in hand. A few scenarios ran through my head with parking tickets and maybe even a speeding violation but to my knowledge I was up to date on them all. The sticky night heat also didn’t help. As I stepped out of the car before I could get a good look at the officer, she spun me around pushing me up against the backseat side door. With her free hand she reached out and closed the driver’s side door. I glimpsed a brown skinned black woman about my height. One of her hands was pushing against the back of my head while the other was by my waist near my pockets.

  

  “What the hell?” I exclaimed.

She had also placed her leg between mine pushing them apart. “Please remain calm sir. I’m only doing my job. This will only take a minute.”

I could hear Lisa faintly in the back saying, “Hey! Is that necessary!?”

Then Camley, “It’s OK. It’s just procedure.”

  “Are you arresting me? What did I do?” I started to panic. I didn’t have any outstanding tickets. Maybe it was the punch to Tony for cheating with my ex on my last day of work from the year before. But that was so long ago. The police woman pressed herself closer to me pinning me tight against the car. Her mouth was next to my ear while I felt her hand running up and down over my backside.

Her voice was stern and commanding but her actions were saying something quite different.

  “Sir please hold still. I’m just doing my job. Are you carrying any weapons?”

  “What…No. No I’m not.” I stuttered.

I wasn’t sure what to make of the female officers assault. It was definitely strange with Lisa and Camley no more than fifty few feet away no doubt unaware of what was going on. She had reached around and grabbed the front of my pants.

  “No weapons uh. So what do you call this Mr. Brandon? It sure feels like a weapon to me.”

I jumped trying to turn around but she was strong holding me firmly against the car.

  “Hey, what’re you…” I protested again before she squeezed tighter on my penis.

Her lips were actually touching my ear when she spoke. A tongue might have even ventured out to make contact. A minty gum aroma floated to my nostrils.

  “Told you I could kick your ass. Michael you really don’t remember me. God, you’d think all those handjobs I gave you, you’d know these fingers well and good.”

Suddenly the commanding voice full of sarcasm became familiar. My heart stopped.

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THE LIST part 3

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THE LIST part 2

I wasn’t blessed with height standing only 5’8 like some of my taller friends but I was 

blessed with other things.

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I was actually already in bed. When she mentioned there was a possibility we could hook up tonight I jumped up and instantly started planning what clothes to put on. Her husband, she would tell me on a few occasions didn’t do anything for her sexually. He would just come home from work, say a few things to her and then be out again. Every few months   they would plan a ‘date’ together to get the sex out of the way. It felt more like an obligation than pleasure. She suspected he was cheating but at this point the marriage was a convenience for the two of them socially and financially.

  “I can’t leave. What would I do Michael. I have a young child and I have a great house.”

  “Hey I’m just giving you my two cents. You don’t have to wait until things get worst to leave.” I’d say.

  “Things have already gotten worst.” She added. “We never used to argue but now it’s all we do.”

  “Ok. Well at least, you know, start putting something away for the future. Hey you never know.”

I’m not sure if anything I said resonated with her but she took it for the most part. Before long though she would start talking about her bucket list and how she hadn’t done anything on it yet. As if she was waiting for my lead into her new borne curious sexual fantasies.

“I don’t know what it is but every time I look at a picture of a black man I start getting aroused. Doesn’t matter where I am it just happens. It doesn’t even matter what he looks like. If his shirt is off then instantly my pussy gets wet. Is that weird or what?”

“Ahh…oh” I was left speechless. She was playing with me but yet I didn’t want her to stop.

As a man I was hesitant about her situation. Who wants to get involved with a married woman. Certainly not myself. But I was drawn to her none the less. I was a thirty three year old black man, single and good looking. Or so I was told from various partners. I wasn’t blessed with height standing only 5’8 like some of my taller friends but I was blessed with other things. Good with numbers, athletic, charming and something else.

  

“God you have a big cock. Look at the size of it.” I would hear many a times from my ex. She loved every vein on it. That didn’t keep her though from straying. After being in a six year relationship I discovered my girlfriend was fucking around with my good friend. I came home early one afternoon after her and I had gotten into an argument that morning about buying a house. It wasn’t even an argument because I instigated the whole thing to set up my proposal. The joke of course was on me. With some flowers in my hands I didn’t even notice my co-workers car in the building parking lot. Dion, my girlfriend worked an evening shift so she normally left for work about 2 o’clock in the day. I had a list of seven things written on a napkin that I kept from our first date. It was just a number of things that I looked for and saw in her to be the perfect woman. 

The list read; Someone who was a good cook, sexy as hell, funny and laughed at my jokes, smart and challenging and some other things about family. I was gonna read the list and then drop down on one knee. In my mind I saw it as the perfect wedding proposal surprise. When I opened the door to the apartment the music was high. A little too high with Little Wayne’s Like A Lollipop on the stereo. I smelled familiar cologne in the air. It was Hugo Boss. I didn’t own Hugo Boss but I knew someone who did. 

I walked lightly towards the bedroom with the sinking feeling something was wrong. Something of course was wrong. My girlfriend of six years who I was about to ask to marry me was bent down between my good friend Tony’s legs with his cock in her mouth. I stood at the bedroom door for a moment, watching them her head vigorously hopping up and down. His eyes were shut and he gripped the sheets tightly thrusting his manhood into her face. I worked with Tony for three years and I never suspected a thing. I even met his girlfriend. I didn’t know what to think. My heart sank. My head felt woozy. I walked to the living room and turned off the stereo. The sudden silence cut through the air like an explosion. I could hear them scrambling in the bedroom.

  “Honey is that you!” She called out trying to delay the inevitable.

I was boiling inside but I tried my best to sound collected because what else could I do.

  “…Yah. Yah. “ I called out. I dropped the flowers on the ground then thought for a moment about leaving but turned around and headed back to the bedroom. It took a herculean effort to not start swinging on the two of them but I didn’t. My voice was calm when I spoke.

  “I didn’t like the way things went this morning. Buying the house can wait. Came home early to chat. Oh hey Tony.”

Dion had tossed on a robe and had made a move to block the doorway but I quickly skirted around her. Tony couldn’t get his pants up in time. She tried again to somehow explain the half naked man in our bedroom.

  “Michael…ah Tony just…ah he…you see…” She clumsily hesitated.

  “Ya, I already saw the action. I just thought I’d turn the music off so we could hear each other over the cocksucking.”

Without going into all the cussing and shouting about trust and infidelity or how many plates got broken that day I spent the night at a friend. Ultimately I ended up moving out to a place of my own three weeks later. The new job took a little longer to change. I had to stomach running into Tony for a few months. Two flings and a year later I met Lisa online. An attractive white woman who had never been with a black man before.

  “Well Lisa, me and you have something in common. I’ve never been with a white woman before. So if we hook up it’ll be a first for the both of us.” I mentioned one night. That was a part of the first telephone conversation we had. Tonight hopefully would put a punctuation on everything. I wasn’t sure if I had recovered from Dion’s infidelity but I went through the paces anyway. Trying to meet new people.

  “Oh god I wanna suck your cock so bad. I hope I do it right. I’ll text you when he falls asleep. He was drinking so he’ll be out like a light soon.”

  “Ok. Make sure you text me. I’ll meet you in the parking lot across from the park.”

The park was only a short walk from her house. I had showered quickly and put on a pair of jeans and a light dress shirt. It was summer time and the night was hot and humid. The type of heat without a calm breeze that just sits there and leaves you soaking making you wanna pull off your clothes. I parked in a corner of the lot where there was less light from the street lamps. It also felt better. After a few minutes I came out of the car and leaned against the hood half expecting a text saying she couldn’t make it. I was nervous with anticipation. I ended up texting her instead. 

  ‘where r u’.

Her text answered. 

  ‘im here’.

I looked up and there was a figure walking up from the sidewalk wearing only a rain coat. She was a tall woman or at least to me she was. No less than 5’9. Her thick curvy figure swayed under the thin brown coat. Her hair was short and put to one side. Her heels clicked loudly in the quiet empty lot. She looked very much like her pictures with soft round features and large brown eyes. She was very sexy.

  
 “Hi.” I said with a half smile.

She stopped in front of me with her hands on her hips like she was saying ‘take a look at this’.

  “Hi.” She grinned.

  “You wore a coat. Aren’t you hot?”

She pulled the belt on the coat and then yanked it open exposing a naked voluptuous body underneath. The orange light from the parking lamp gave her skin an exotic tone. My eyes widened and my mouth moistened.

  “It’s just for show hon.” She added before quickly closing the jacket.

  “Oh shit! Man. OK, gimme a hug.” I said, trying to hold back my excitement.

She smelled nice and I squeezed her tight feeling her soft body against my growing hardness. She gripped the back of my head and breathed deadly into my ear.

 “Oh god I’m so horny. I want you to fuck me so good.”

I grabbed her hand feeling my manhood throbbing against her. “Let’s go in the car.”

Suddenly without warning I heard a voice in the distance shouting, echoing in the hot sticky air. Lisa and I stopped frozen.

  “Lisa!! Lisa is that you!” the voice shouted again.

  “Who the hell is that?” I asked.

  “I don’t know.”

Oh crap I thought, this is not happening.

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