Drama Momma by A. Dacosta Brathway

     HOT! Lava hot! That is how Samantha has been described by the guys on her job. They were always on the lookout when she emerged from her office. Samantha was the private secretary of one of the most powerful lawyer in the firm. She had skills that could definitely pay the bills! She was Naomi Campbell tall with long legs and shapely breasts. Her small waist accentuated the shape of her ass, which seemed to have a mind of its own when she walked the halls. She loved spiked heels, any solid color. Her hair was always done. It was hard to imagine it ever being messed up. However, with all of this going for her, she had a major problem… She was a grade A bitch! Nothing seemed to please her, on or off the job. She hardly ever smiled even though she had a lovely face. She spared no expense on herself. Too bad she never invested in her personality!

     The word was that she was Mr. Smither’s concubine! She knew what was being said and could care less. She walked with an air of conceit. She cared about no one, at least on the job. Her work ethic was impeccable! She got the job done. There were rumors about her flying around but she did not seem to care. Who could prove them? Her policy was that she did not shit where she ate! She never spoke to anyone. She just allowed them all to look at her when she passed by. The other women hated her but she summed that up to jealousy. “They want to be me!” she was heard to say once. Her social activity was always off the job. To no one’s knowledge did she bring her social life to the job… Except that one night…

    The rain poured like the heaven’s walls had deteriorated! Samantha had on a linen suit. She was her immaculate self but she has forgotten to check the weather report. There was rain in the forecast but she was ordered to stay late and did not check. Now she was stuck. She finished the extra work and now she was waiting for the rain to stop…

    “Samantha, could you step into my office please?” Mr. Smither’s voice oozed from her phone. She got up from her desk and fixed her blouse. A last check revealed that everything was in place. She waked to his office door, turned the doorknob and walked in.

     “Samantha, this is excellent work! I want to thank you for your dedication to your task!” he let her know. “Thank you Sir. I work hard to please you!” Samantha always had the hot’s for her boss. That was her secret. She wanted his attention… His affirmation that she was his Girl Friday!  She always paid close attention when he talked to her. She sent him subliminal messages with her eyes. He never responded to any of it. It was always business with him. Somehow, that attracted her to him even more. He dominated her with his silence and she loved it! “I am getting ready to leave. You’re work is done for the evening.” He informed her.

    Samantha was not ready for the night to be over. She had something she wanted to say and do for her boss and tonight was that night. “Mr. Smithers… I have something I want to say to you!” She was strong with her delivery. “Yes, what is it?” he asked.  Samantha took charge of the situation… She moved closer to Mr. Smithers to make her point. Now was her chance to seize the moment.

    “I just want to let you know what a pleasure it has been to be your secretary since I’ve been here. You have been my inspiration and my fantasy! Her husky, sexy voice took over. “Well, it’s good to hear you say that because it is to my understanding that you never speak to anyone around here. That gives me the impression that you are not a team player!” His words surprised her!  Ohh no sir! I am every bit the team player! She retorted. “I am here for your every beck and call! I am efficient and hard working… There is nothing I won’t do for you!’ Her voice softened. Mr. Smithers focused his attention to packing his briefcase. Samantha noticed the change and got up in his face between him and the case. “I just want you to not hold my reputation against me!” She pecked him on the cheek. “Whatever you recommend, I will do!” Her right hang slid down the front of his pants, stroking his penis. “I am here to please you!” Her tongue entered his mouth.

    Smithers leaned back… His feet slipped from underneath him and he landed on his back on top of his desk! Samantha wasted no time climbing on top of him. Placing her left knee between his crotch, she flattened out and was directly on top of him. Her kisses were hot and moist. Her tongue explored his mouth while she unzipped his pants jip per. Slowly, she searched and found his semi hard dick rising to meet her hand. She stroked it, soft enough to not irritate it and hard enough to make her point! Point taken.

     Caught up in the moment, he kissed her back. Their position on the desk changed too. She was now on her back with her slacks off and his tongue was between her legs! He liked her like she was ice cream! Her pussy was hot and wet and her juices were all over his mouth. The deeper his tongue entered her, the more she moaned. This is what she wanted. This is what she day dreamed about while sitting at her desk. Mr. Smithers had a talented tongue. Her orgasm came from deep inside her as she squirted in his mouth! Sliding to get away, her head hung off the edge of the desk, prompting Smithers to change his position and squeezed his throbbing cock in her mouth. She took it all in as far as it would go. He fucked her right there! Samantha’s right hand found her clit and she rubbed it until she felt her climaxing again.

    The evening was short lived for Samantha. Mr. Smithers splashed his cum in her mouth and abruptly pulled out! “I’m late!” he offered as an excuse, jipped up his pants, grabbed his things and briskly walked out of his office. Samantha laid there for a minute, trying to gather her thoughts. She felt abused and taken advantage of. She felt disrespected! Just then she heard a bump at the door… It was the cleaning lady. The very same lady she always ignored when she saw her in the morning. The woman looked at Samantha while Samantha tried to cover up quickly. “It’s okay Miss Samantha, you need not be ashamed,” the woman offered. Samantha said nothing. She continued to get herself together and walked out of the office.

   

The next day, at work, things were a lot different. The sun was out, the birds chirped and Samantha spoke to the cleaning lady when she walked through the door!

 

© A. Dacosta Brathway, 2009

 

 

 

   

The Emancipation by A. Dacosta Brathway

                                                 

                                            

     The loud splats of water from the waterfall showerhead echoed throughout the room as Marian took her shower. She was a pretty young woman, enviously endowed with the physical attributes a man would covet. Her breasts were full and ripe for rapture. Her legs were shapely and alluring. When she wore short skirts, they extended and glistened when she seemed to walk effortlessly. Her ass cheeks were round and firm and were always in full display when she appeared. Soft brown eyes showed her the world. Her hair was jet black and her facial features were pleasant to others who seemed to be staring at her all the time.

     Marian exited the shower, dripping wet, and it seemed that even that enhanced her beauty more! As her towel soaking in the excess water, she could hear her lover call… Mason was her latest capture. He was someone she met at a club. A drink turned into a digit and it was on from there. He was good looking. He was educated and had a good job. If she had a complaint about him it was that he was trapped by his ego. His trinkets did his talking. Surely the Benz and his jewelry spoke loud enough, in his opinion, that he was the premier catch of the day! Marian made the classic mistake of being taken in because of the glitter and found that she struck aluminum. She wanted out!

     This was the last night, she thought. “I will do what I have to do tonight and be done with it!” she mumbled to herself as she wiped the water away. “C’mon baby, I don’t want to be late tonight!” Mason bellowed from the bedroom. They were going to the club where they met. Marian did not want to go, opting to stay at home and eat a quiet dinner. It was Mason’s choice to go out. He worshipped going to the club. His viewing public frequented there! He always wanted to be seen. With Marian on his arm, he felt, created a buzz from male and female alike. Marian hated the notion. She wanted what most women wanted… A life filled with love from the man she chose. She was straddled with a man who was egotistical and insensitive. Tonight was the night. She was going to break loose from Mason’s grip.

     The club was jumping! All of the regulars were there. When they arrived, they were greeted with the usual stares. Some eyes were jealous and others were envious. It was like walking on the red carpet for Marian. Strike a pose, take a few more steps then strike another pose. Mason took full advantage of the situation. After all, he was a star even if it was in his own mind.

     The time Marian took to get ready was well worth it! Her tight, spaghetti strap dress did her body well. She was flawless! Everything was right. Hair, makeup, dress, shoes, stockings… Even her perfume was right. When they showed up, she set it off!

     The evening went on with Marian finding herself alone most of the time. She sat and watched as Mason worked the room. He was intoxicated and overbearing. Marian was ready to seize the moment. She wanted attention… Genuine attention from someone…

 

     Anyone who was willing to give her what she craved had a chance right now and then it happened… A tall, dark, unrecognizable gentleman approached her. He introduced himself as Simeon asked her if she wanted to dance. “I would really like to leave right now,” she retorted. “Where can I take you?” Simeon responded. BOOM! There it was! Here was her chance to get away unbeknownst to Mason. The way she was feeling, Marian did not care about the aftermath she knew would come about as a result of the decision she was about to make. She had already made up her mind that she was finished with Mason. “I would like to go home!” she said defiantly.

     The drive home was quiet. Marian reared back in the plush leather seat of  Simeon’s Beemer as it whipped around the curves of the road. Every now and then Simeon asked her how she was feeling. After the third time, she revealed that she felt like doing something that would confirm her liberation. “What might that be?” Simeon asked curiously. “Stop the car!” It was dark and lonely where they stopped. Marian said nothing. Her actions, though, spoke loudly enough… She reached over to Simeon’s side and unzipped his pants, reached in, and pulled out his dick. She looked Simeon dead in his eyes as she stroked his cock to full extension. Simeon did not protest the move. He was in shock! Her mouth was warm and friendly. Her tongue explored him. Her lips covered the rest. Simeon’s head whipped back against his headrest. He was speechless but his moans spoke volumes! Marian understood the message and proceeded to the next phase. Releasing his cock from her mouth, she raised her beautiful ass from the seat, while she reached for her panties. Slowly she freed them from her slippery crotch. They were drenched from her juices! When she got them off, she playfully stroked them across Simeon’s nose! The scent was overwhelming and overpowering! He came right then and there! “I am so sorry!” he apologized to her. “No need to apologize,” she responded. ”Now I know I have your full attention!” And with that, she straddled his lap, raised her dress and covered his prick with her pussy! She opted from bouncing up and down on him. She simply rocked back and forth, like she was doing a belly dance in his lap…The movement allowed his cock to stay in place and feel every crevasse of her wanting pussy. Skillfully she fucked him in that tight space between him and the steering wheel until his emancipation juice shot straight up in her. She felt every pump and responded by burying her tongue deep in his mouth!

      When Mason, finally got to Marian’s crib, he stared drunkenly at his belongings spread out along the grass. The lights were off and the Beemer was parked in the space he used to occupy. Little did he know that something else was parked in the other space he used to occupy!

 

© A. Dacosta Brathway, 2009

The Ring by A. Dacosta Brathway

                                                                                   

[This is the beginning of the first trilogy (set) of stories about Springfield Woods.]



The Ring

 

There is an area in Baltimore, Maryland called Springfield Woods, where an interesting situation happened in the spring of 2012. Sharon and her friend Tabitha had joined a neighborhood clean up group and their assignment was to assist in cleaning up Springfield Woods. Springfield Woods is a wooded area that is separated by a fence from an apartment building complex. Ten feet from the fence is a stream. Over the years the area between the fence and the stream has been used as an area where people have thrown their trash. You name it… Bottles, garbage, some furniture, whatever… The job was messy but Sharon and Tabitha were determined to get that area cleaned up!. The stream was (is) beautiful when not littered! What made the job more difficult was the fact that an under-brush grew in the ten foot space as well, but the girls were undaunted! They were going to get the job done.

The sun peeked through some light clouds and the day was grey looking when the girls started their task. It had rained lightly before they got started so the area was damp. They had their gear on. Heavy leather boots, jeans, water repellent jackets, hats and heavy gloves. They plowed through the garbage and dirt, bagging everything that was out of place. Hours passed and the light was short at this point but the girls had made a dent with their hard work. Sharon had gotten to the stream first and decided to sit to catch her breath. As she sat by the stream, the flow of the water and the sound of it captured her undivided attention. It was like she was hypnotized. As she stared in the water, she saw something unique that did seemed out of place. Sharon took off her gloves and stuck her hands in the water. “Oh my god!” she screamed! “What?” Tabitha responded quickly. “What happened?” Tabitha rushed over to where Sharon was…

“Look at what I found!” Sharon opened her hand and a strange looking object sat in her palm. It was a ring covered in crud and metal was worn from the water. “Look at that,” Tabitha quipped. “That’s a strange looking ring!”  “Yeah,” Sharon answered. “I wonder where it came from?” “I don’t know,” Tabitha answered, staring at it like it had some kind of weird power. Tabitha then snatched it from Sharon’s palm. “What if there is some story behind it?” Tabitha asked. “Story? Please! It’s nothing but a beat up, old ring. Looks like someone just threw it away. It is ugly!” was Sharon’s take. “it is ugly… I think there is something to it! Let me have it?” Tabitha asked. “Go head, I don’t want it!” Tabitha pocketed it and the two girls packed up their stuff and called it a day.

A couple of days later, Sharon’s cellphone rang.  “Girl, I gotta see you. Where are you?” Tabitha screamed into the phone. “I’m on my way home.” “Okay, I’ll meet you there!”

An hour later, Tabitha shows up at Sharon’s apartment. Sharon just happened to live in the apartment building that was on the opposite side of the fence where the ring was found. “Girl, you are not going to believe this!” Tabitha shouted! “Believe what?” “I went online and I found this website called the Smoking Pistol. It had categories and one of them was rings, so I clicked on it. Guess what I found?” Tabitha asked. “What?” “The ring! I found the ring on there!” Tabitha was excited and nervous.

 “The story goes that this ring is a possession from apartment 666. It belonged to a man named Beldar who has lived there since the building was built. His family had some political pull in this neighborhood, back in the day, and he was one of the first people to get a spot in here!” Tabitha crowed. “Okay… What does that have to do with the ring?” Sharon asked. “The story goes that Beldar was a plastic surgeon. He stayed in most of the time.  He was hardly ever seen in the neighborhood!” That’s stupid,’ Sharon replied. “How did he eat if he didn’t come out? He had to go grocery shopping sometimes!” “That where the story gets weird. There was a girl that used to shop for him. When anybody saw her, they would see her go to the store, then come back and not leave the apartment until it was time to go back to the grocery store!” Tabitha explained. “Get outta here!” Sharon responded. “Yeah… it goes on to say that when the girl grew up and got up enough nerve, she left the apartment to go to the store, she took the ring off, threw it over the fence and was never seen again!” Tabitha’s voice lowered. “You got the ring?” Sharon asked. “I got it right here,’ Tabitha reached into her pocket and pulled it out. It was all clean and shiny from Tabitha cleaning it. “We should go to the apartment and see what’s up!” Sharon suggested. “Hell no! I’m not going nowhere near that apartment!” Tabitha responded. Sharon laughed. “Give it to me!” Tabitha handed it over, looking at Sharon like she was crazy. “What are you going to do with the it?’ Tabitha asked. “I’m gonna go to 666 and return the it!” “Are you crazy?” Sharon laughed. “I’m not crazy. I’m just gonna go there and return the ring. I’m sure they would appreciate it.”

Three weeks passed and Sharon had not been seen in school. Tabitha had been to her place only to be told that she is missing. Sharon’s mother has done all that was in her power to find her daughter. It was like she vanished without a trace. There had been reports that a girl that people thought looked like Sharon was thought to be seen at the grocery store but to look at her up close, she did not look like Sharon.

If you think about it, a ring can represent a cycle… IJS!

(c) A. Dacosta Brathway, 2013

 

 

The Gun by A. Dacosta Brathway

                                                                            The Gun

 Another three weeks passed and still no word about Sharon. Tabitha was really worried now. Nothing like this has ever happened that was so personal to her. Sure, there was crime in Baltimore but this had a personal flavor to Tabitha. Sharon is her closest friend. Her confidant… Her co-heart in crime so to speak. They were as thick as thieves!

There was a buzz at their school. Nerves were on edge. The administration was being cautious and overly protective! The principal had the school on lockdown. The doors were being heavily guarded. When visitors came to the school, they were patted down and had to sign in… And out!

Tabitha was determined to find her friend. She sat by the stream in Springfield Woods and stared at the water every day after school. There was a neighborhood watch and amber alert. The police surveyed the area like clockwork. The cops did not want anyone to wander by the stream, but Tabitha was not having any part of that. She patrolled the stream looking for something, anything that would help her find her friend.

It was a Wednesday and it was drizzling. It was a fine mist. The day was grey from the clouds. There was a chill in the air that was annoying. After school, Tabitha strolled the stream looking for something… A clue, a sign, something… After about an hour, Tabitha found a space to just sit. The water was muddy, murky, slimy looking. She stared at it. The sound of the water, flowing, seemed to calm her. She just stared at the water and got real focused. “What the…?” She mumbled to herself as she reached down into the stream. There was what appeared to be a rusted piece of metal sticking up from the mud. Tabitha tried to pull it out but it did not budge, at first. She kept yanking it and pulling it… Tabitha stood up and bent at the waist. She dug her heels into the mud and pulled as hard as she could. She fell on her butt with the object in her hand. She stared at it, not knowing what she had found, at first. Upon further review, Tabitha unearthed a gun! It was rusty and like orange in color. It did not look like any kind of modern gun. It was old looking… A pistol!

Tabitha looked this thing over. The handle eroded away. The metal was eaten by the water. Tabitha inspected it like she had x-ray vision but found nothing… It was getting darker and it was hard to really see anything so she stuffed the gun in her jacket pocket and went home.

Tabitha had an uncle who knew a thing or two about guns so she took it to him to see what he would have to say about it.

“Where did you get this?” Her Uncle Bobby asked. “I pulled it out of the stream in Springfield Woods!” she replied. “Girl, you ain’t got no business being back there! Stay away from that place!” he warned. Tabitha promised that she would obey his wish. “Tell me what you think?” she asked him. “I’ll do some research on it an’ get  back to you.”

Another week passed and Tabitha had not heard from her uncle. She was nervous. What if there was a connection between that gun and a murder? What if she found some key evidence that would solve a crime?  She could not wait any longer. She called her uncle.

“Uncle Bobby, what’s up with the gun?” she asked without saying hello. “Girl, you ain’t gonna believe this! I managed to get some 411 on this piece. It belonged to some dude who once shot a kid in the head. He was never caught!” “Really?” she asked. “Yeah… And dig this: the kid that was shot lived and later became a plastic surgeon but there was something strange about the dude. It’s like he turned out to be real weird and started doing strange shit!” “What do you mean?” she asked. “I mean he like dumped his friends and did his practice out of his crib. He stopped being seen… I mean dude turned out to be weird!” Bobby explained.

Tabitha’s head was spinning! It seemed like Uncle Bobby was talking about that doctor Beldar, the guy that lived in Sharon’s apartment building. That could not be right. It was too coincidental. She told her uncle she had to go and to hang onto the gun. She hung up! Her uncle’s words echoed in her head. The more she thought about what he said, the more it seemed to add up.

Tabitha was about to go on a mission…

 © A. Dacosta Brathway, January 27, 2013

The Earring by A. Dacosta Brathway

The Earring

 The news was all over Baltimore about Sharon. Sadly, her single mother, Teresa, was trying to maintain a strong stance but that was a front. Inside of her was a mess. Her stomach ached. She could not hold anything down. Her head pounded from the migraines she developed. She wanted to do something but she was crippled, both psychologically and physically. The police had nothing that Teresa felt like she could hold on to for hope. As far as she was concerned Sharon was dead!

The phone rang constantly but Teresa would never answer it. Early on, when the police talked to her they were telling her that they had no leads. Teresa got tired of hearing that so she stopped talking… There were so many voice mails on her phone, it was full and not taking any more messages. She cut off her family too. As much as they were encouraging, Sharon was her only baby. Without her, life was not worth living anymore. So, Teresa did what she thought was best… She tried to commit suicide!

It was early Saturday morning and Tabitha was back at the stream, combing the dirt as the water flowed. Her thoughts were on Sharon. She had found a gun that had a connection to the weird plastic surgeon Tabitha felt had something to do with Sharon’s mysterious disappearance. Upstream was a dumpster that was being used by the man who took it upon himself to clean the area around the stream. Tabitha heard him yelling at some kids she saw running away from the dumpster. She ran to him…

“Sir, can I help you?” Tabitha asked as she approached the man. “Those goddamn kids! I don’t know why people think they can come here and dump their garbage. First it was the stream, now it’s the dumpster!” he complained. The man bent over to pick up what missed the dumpster when they threw the trash at it and fled. He slipped and fell. Tabitha ran to his side to help him. “Thanks Little Lady,” The man offered. “No problem… Let me help you?” Tabitha replied. Tabitha offered her hand to the man and he reached for it. It was slippery by the dumpster and Tabitha lost her footing. BOOM! Tabitha fell right on her butt! The man tried not to laugh but he could not hold it. Neither could Tabitha. They both sat in the dirt and chuckled over what just happened. “You live around here Sir?” Tabitha asked.

“I live down the block. With all the things changing around this neighborhood, I found that cleaning up Springfield Woods gave me some peace!” the man offered. “I’m here for a different reason. My friend is missing and I’m here looking for clues,” replied Tabitha. “Ohhh… You’re the missing girl’s friend. I see you down here from time to time… What kind of clues you lookin’ for?” the man asked. “Anything,” Tabitha answered.

 

The man reached into his pocket and pulled out an earring. It was a funny looking thing. It had a pearl sitting on a plate with diamonds embedded in the plate around it! “Oh my god! That looks like the earring Sharon’s mother gave her that was a gift from her mother to her!” Tabitha screamed. “can I have it?” she asked. “Sure, take it. Maybe it can be a clue to help you find your friend?” Tabitha took the earring. “Thank you Sir!” she yelled as she began to run.

The hospital was extremely busy. There was a drive by shooting and some of the victims ended up in John’s Hopkins. Tabitha maneuvered her way to the front desk. “I’m here to see Teresa Duncan please!” “She’s in room 213,” the nurse replied. A couple of days had passed since Teresa was admitted because of her suicide attempt. She did not talk much to visitors or family members. She just stared at the ceiling.

Tabitha entered the room quietly. “Ms. Duncan, it’s me, Tabitha,” Teresa turned her head slowly towards Tabitha and offered a slight smile. “I came by to see how you’re doing,” Tabitha asked but Teresa said nothing. She just stared at Tabitha. After an awkward pause, Tabitha reached into her pocket and pulled out the earring. “Look what I found!” Tabitha opened her hand and exposed the earring.

Suddenly the tears just flowed from Teresa’s eyes…

© A. Dacosta Brathway, February 2^nd, 2013.

A Short Story

                                                  The Emancipation

                                             By A. Dacosta Brathway

 

    The loud splats of water from the waterfall showerhead echoed throughout the room as Marian took her shower. She was a pretty young woman, enviously endowed with the physical attributes a man would covet. Her breasts were full and ripe for rapture. Her legs were shapely and alluring. When she wore short skirts, they extended and glistened when she seemed to walk effortlessly. Her ass cheeks were round and firm and were always in full display when she appeared. Soft brown eyes showed her the world. Her hair was jet black and her facial features were pleasant to others who seemed to be staring at her all the time.

     Marian exited the shower, dripping wet, and it seemed that even that enhanced her beauty more! As her towel soaking in the excess water, she could hear her lover call… Mason was her latest capture. He was someone she met at a club. A drink turned into a digit and it was on from there. He was good looking. He was educated and had a good job. If she had a complaint about him it was that he was trapped by his ego. His trinkets did his talking. Surely the Benz and his jewelry spoke loud enough, in his opinion, that he was the premier catch of the day! Marian made the classic mistake of being taken in because of the glitter and found that she struck aluminum. She wanted out!

     This was the last night, she thought. “I will do what I have to do tonight and be done with it!” she mumbled to herself as she wiped the water away. “C’mon baby, I don’t want to be late tonight!” Mason bellowed from the bedroom. They were going to the club where they met. Marian did not want to go, opting to stay at home and eat a quiet dinner. It was Mason’s choice to go out. He worshipped going to the club. His viewing public frequented there! He always wanted to be seen. With Marian on his arm, he felt, created a buzz from male and female alike. Marian hated the notion. She wanted what most women wanted… A life filled with love from the man she chose. She was straddled with a man who was egotistical and insensitive. Tonight was the night. She was going to break loose from Mason’s grip.

    The club was jumping! All of the regulars were there. When they arrived, they were greeted with the usual stares. Some eyes were jealous and others were envious. It was like walking on the red carpet for Marian. Strike a pose, take a few more steps then strike another pose. Mason took full advantage of the situation. After all, he was a star even if it was in his own mind.

     The time Marian took to get ready was well worth it! Her tight, spaghetti strap dress did her body well. She was flawless! Everything was right. Hair, makeup, dress, shoes, stockings… Even her perfume was right. When they showed up, she set it off!

     The evening went on with Marian finding herself alone most of the time. She sat and watched as Mason worked the room. He was intoxicated and overbearing. Marian was ready to seize the moment. She wanted attention… Genuine attention from someone…

    Anyone who was willing to give her what she craved had a chance right now and then it happened… A tall, dark, unrecognizable gentleman approached her. He introduced himself as Simeon asked her if she wanted to dance. “I would really like to leave right now,” she retorted. “Where can I take you?” Simeon responded. BOOM! There it was! Here was her chance to get away unbeknownst to Mason. The way she was feeling, Marian did not care about the aftermath she knew would come about as a result of the decision she was about to make. She had already made up her mind that she was finished with Mason. “I would like to go home!” she said defiantly.

     The drive home was quiet. Marian reared back in the plush leather seat of  Simeon’s Beemer as it whipped around the curves of the road. Every now and then Simeon asked her how she was feeling. After the third time, she revealed that she felt like doing something that would confirm her liberation. “What might that be?” Simeon asked curiously. “Stop the car!” It was dark and lonely where they stopped. Marian said nothing. Her actions, though, spoke loudly enough… She reached over to Simeon’s side and unzipped his pants, reached in, and pulled out his dick. She looked Simeon dead in his eyes as she stroked his cock to full extension. Simeon did not protest the move. He was in shock! Her mouth was warm and friendly. Her tongue explored him. Her lips covered the rest. Simeon’s head whipped back against his headrest. He was speechless but his moans spoke volumes! Marian understood the message and proceeded to the next phase. Releasing his cock from her mouth, she raised her beautiful ass from the seat, while she reached for her panties. Slowly she freed them from her slippery crotch. They were drenched from her juices! When she got them off, she playfully stroked them across Simeon’s nose! The scent was overwhelming and overpowering! He came right then and there! “I am so sorry!” he apologized to her. “No need to apologize,” she responded. ”Now I know I have your full attention!” And with that, she straddled his lap, raised her dress and covered his prick with her pussy! She opted from bouncing up and down on him. She simply rocked back and forth, like she was doing a belly dance in his lap…The movement allowed his cock to stay in place and feel every crevasse of her wanting pussy. Skillfully she fucked him in that tight space between him and the steering wheel until his emancipation juice shot straight up in her. She felt every pump and responded by burying her tongue deep in his mouth!

     When Mason, finally got to Marian’s crib, he stared drunkenly at his belongings spread out along the grass. The lights were off and the Beemer was parked in the space he used to occupy. Little did he know that something else was parked in the other space he used to occupy!

 

© A. Dacosta Brathway, 2009

Short Story Interlude

Stranger Than Fiction

By A. Dacosta Brathway

    While a sophomore at Bowie State College, I decided to take a class in Anatomy. I had some idea that I wanted to learn something about my body and why I was so stimulated being around chubby college girls. I could not get dates with the finer women so I started chasing the heavier set. Then the word got out that I was "settling" for "fat girls" because they were easier to bag and I was bragging about it! And before I knew it the big women started dumping me left and right! What the hell was wrong with me? I had a good thing going

    I enrolled in Dr. Bombay's class. He was a noted Psychologist on campus. Well respected by his colleagues, Dr. Bombay carried himself like he was the pre-eminent authority on the human mind. I don't know about everyone else, but I was impressed!

    I started the semester real well but after I failed two pop quizzes, I started to have my doubts. I felt like I had fallen way behind. I was .contemplating cutting my losses and dropping the class. I needed to talk to him about my chances of survival so I swallowed my pride and shadowed my fear and asked if I could schedule a private meeting with Dr. Bombay. He agreed. On the day of the meeting, I was as nervous as a six grader being called to the nurse's office for an unscheduled booster shot! I wanted to go but was afraid of what he might say. With sweaty palms, I went in his office and there he was. He was sitting in his big chair with his backed turned to the door. He knew it was me.

"Come in and have a seat sir!" he bellowed in his big West Indian accent. Slowly he turned... (No, there was no step by step or inch by inch!) and looked through me. I sat down and froze as he looked me over.

 

    "What seems to be the problem with you in my class?" He asked.

    "Sir, I enrolled in your class for all the wrong reasons. I wanted to get some understanding about myself "Sir, I don't think I'm going to make it through the semester in your class! I seem the

have a problem with the subject matter." I replied as I twitched in my cramped metal seat.
   
    "What is your problem?"

    "Dr. Bombay," I started, "I have a confession to make. I enrolled in your class under a false academic pretence. I have no real interest in learning Psychology, I was having a personal problem and I thought I could figure things out if I had a better understanding of how my mind worked!"

    Dr. Bombay looked me directly in the eyes and asked me to be more specific... After explaining my situation to him, he reared back in his big chair and stroked his chin. He then leaned forward and glared at me sympathetically.

    "Son, let me tell you a little story..." I leaned back, knowing that this was going to be a

long story. "When I married my first wife, I was just starting on my first teaching position. I was young and full of myself too. I knew I was the 'cats meow' as it were!" (The "Cat's Meow?" What the hell was that I thought as I started to drift?) "Pay attention son, this is for your own good!" He bellowed.

    "Any who... I got married and my wife and I decided to have a baby. We consummated our love on a very romantic night. There were flowers and candy and libation, all of which made for a wonderful night! Nine months later she gave birth to a beautiful baby boy! But there was one problem... He was born a head!"

    "A head?" I shuddered!

    "Yes, a head! Just a head... A head as in no body present. No arms, no legs, no appendages! There were holes where those things were supposed to be but they were not!"

    "What did you do?"

    "What could I do? I wanted to run out of the delivery room but I had to stand up and be a man! I looked at my wife and she was passed out from exhaustion. It was a difficult birth and a humongous head! Any way, after a few days the shock had worn off and with the doctor's reassurance that a body would develop, we took our son home to start the long process of being parents. We decided to name him Headley and called him 'Head' for short."

     At that point, if I were drinking something, I would have done a spit-take but, after all, this was Dr. Bombay sharing a personal story with me. I held in my laughter. He continued on with his son's story and I found myself feeling sorry for Headley. I could not imagine just being a head at birth. He told me how his wife cared for 'Head.' How much she loved 'Head' and what she would do to get 'Head' whatever he needed. Dr. Bombay said he wife was there for 'Head' whenever!

    Then, after a year, they started that there were signs that 'Head' was starting to develop a body. The holes were starting to close and become solid. They took him back to the doctor and the doctor told them that he was showing all of the signs that a body would appear but they had to be careful at this crucial juncture. They had to keep him inside as much as possible. In their happiness, they took 'Head' to the golf course park across from the hospital after his doctor's appointment to soak in some sunshine! They figured what could it harm if 'Head' was taken in the sun for a little while? They rolled upon a nice spot where an empty bench was. There was a golf car path and on the other side of the path was the 18^th hole. Mrs. Bombay took 'Head' out of his stroller and sat him face down in her lap so that his face would not get sunburned... And then he said...

    "I saw a water fountain a couple of yards from the bench so I got up to quench my thirst. Just as I lowered my head, my wife let out scream like I never heard before! I turned around and ran back to the bench only to find a golf ball lodged in the back of my son's head! My wife sat there crying her heart out. It took me awhile but I got over the trauma. My wife never did. She still, to this day, misses 'Head.'

    "Excuse me sir...," I interrupted, "... What does this have to do with my situation?" Dr. Bombay stared straight into my eyes and without blinking he said to me, "Son, sometimes you just have to quit while you are a head!

© A. Dacosta Brathway 2009