SHORT STORY: If Only You Knew - PART 9

James

Why do I always fall for the bullshit? Are men really this week, I asked myself? Just a few minutes ago, I was confessing my love to Shon in front of Laila and her side kick. Now, this hoe is beckoning me to meet her in the restroom. I can’t seem to read her ass lately. It’s like one minute she hates me and wants to breakup my happy home and the next minute she’s begging for me to bust her guts out. Laila is crazy as hell and I know I shouldn’t fuck with her, but that body has been calling me all night. The way she was rubbing my pipe under the table with her feet got a n***a rocked up. I know if I go upstairs, Shon is going to want me to make love to her and the whole nine yards. That’s cool and all, but I could do all of that tomorrow. Right now I just wanted to fuck. I’m talking about up against the wall, hair pulling, back scratching, and name calling type of fucking. I was on my way out of the rabbit hole and here I go digging a deeper grave. My dick just won’t let me think clear and the Henny is not helping at all.

“Fuck!” I yelled out loud. “I knew I should have left the dark liquor alone!” I screamed as I got up from the table and headed to the hotel bathroom.

A gush of cold air hit me as I entered the hotel lobby. You would have thought that I would have come to my senses when the vent pushed air into my face, but it didn’t. My bottom head was the metal detector and her pussy was the gold so I allowed it to lead the way. I noticed that she was giving me some sort of signal to go straight to the bar. When she got to the bar, she whispered to me that the bathroom wasn’t empty. We kept an eye out for the restroom as we waited.

Leaning in to me Laila whispered “déjà vu, right?”

I was still irked from dinner and wasn’t in the mood for her games. “Cut the bullshit man! What are you really up to?” I growled.

Of course she attempted to have amnesia and not know what I was talking about.

“Oh so now you wanted to be coy. You’re full of shit. Stop fucking with my life Laila!” I raised my voice and scanned the room at the same time.

“You’re going to make me put my foot off in yo—”

“Oh good. The bathroom is free.” Laila cut me off.

She grabbed my hand and led me to the restroom. Once inside, I made sure to lock the door so no one could enter. I back her ass into a corner and bang my fist up against the wall.

“Play with me again and you will regret it.” I barked through clenched teeth.

“Is that right daddy? What you go do?” Laila responded seductively while licking her lips.

I turned her around and pushed her ass up against the wall. When I raised her dressed up, it was clear that she didn’t have on any panties. “Oohh damn.” I whispered to myself as I began rubbing her clit. When I felt like she was wet enough to take this good wood, I raised her legs up and slowly eased into her love potion. With her hands still against the wall, she started throwing it back on me until we found our rhythm. We went at it for about an hour, never letting the knocking of drunk bar patrons ruin the moment. This drug between Laila’s legs had me so high that I temporarily forgot where I was. Once she was satisfied, I started drilling that pussy causing her to moan louder than I needed her to. I didn’t let that stop me either. If anything, I kept one hand around her waist and put the other hand over her mouth as I picked up the pace even more. Before I knew it, I had overloaded her hot pocket like water shooting from a hydrant. We didn’t have time to catch our breath after looking at my watch and realizing how late it was. We cleaned ourselves up and then headed for the bar.

“My man. You didn’t see anything, right?” I winked at the bar tender while sliding him a fifty dollar bill. I noticed that he was looking at us funny when we sat back down at the bar so to eliminate a potential problem, I paid him off.

“Shiiiddd, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The young bartender said while sliding the money in his pocket after looking around to make sure nobody was watching.

 My heart sunk into my feet when I saw Shon and Samantha coming in the bar. I was still breathing kind of hard, but I hope I looked cool and calm on the outside. If we had stayed in there another five minutes, I’m sure Shon would have busted us coming out of the restroom together. I know she’s going to ask me why I’m still at the bar this late. My girl was a creature of habit and for the most part, I knew how her thought process worked. Come on James, think fast I hyped myself up.

The first thing she asked was why I was still at the bar. Perfect. I pretended to slur my speech and give her the half ass truth, hoping it would pacify the situation. Just my luck it worked especially after Laila threw in that she was getting snaked by a random guy on the island and stopped in to get one last drink before heading up to her room. I’m glad that she offered up that lie because it would explain why her dress was all ruffled up. I was so in a rush to get the hell out of the bathroom and back to the bar that I forgot to zip my pants. I would have never known it had Shon never asked me. “Dammit!” I screamed in my head because I didn’t have an answer.