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

 

 

Short Story Interlude

                                                  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 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

                                            In The Heat of the Flight

                                            By A. Dacosta Brathway

 

    The evening moon hid behind the thick clouds over Kennedy Airport on an unusually cold Saturday as people filed into the terminal to fight the long lines. There was a big football game at Giant Stadium between the Giants and the Broncos, the Giants lost! Sam was unusually happy… His college frat brothers, who live in New York, lost their shirts in a bet placed on the game months ago. Jamal flew in to see the game, but mostly to see his boys! It was the freakiest weekend of his life. It had been years since he was in New York City. The lights and the action were like an amusement carnival to him. Sam lived in a small town outside of Denver so being in New York was special.

     His friends, Jay and Joshua were the wildest of the frat. They caused all of the trouble that Jamal seemed to crave in college. He loved their antics, never mind the consequences. It was college, the best years of his life!

    After going through the longest process to get on a plane, Sam boarded his flight and settled in for the long flight home. He was in first class so he was in comfortable surroundings on the plane. The flight attendant was very attractive. Her long jet black hair and shapely figure caught his attention right away, but his history dictated that she was a woman he could never get unless Jay or Jamal set him up! She wore her uniform pencil skirt like she was shoe horned into it. Her blouse wrapped around her shapely breasts perfectly. She wore seamed stockings and 6 inch stilettos. Her make up was flawless and she strolled up and down the aisle like she was an Olympic gold medalist on a balance beam! Jamal could not stop himself from staring at her… She smiled when she caught him. He even apologized a couple of times, but it was worth it to him.

     A couple of hours into the flight and a few fruity drinks had Jamal slightly dizzy. He drifted in and out of a light sleep as the plane glided smoothly through the night sky. It was very quiet in the section. Passengers were either fast asleep, drunk, or both but no one was up, walking around. Slowly Jamal’s eyes opened… Only to find the sexy flight attendant’s eyes fixed on him! She sat in her designated seat, facing him. Her legs were crossed, her crossed leg pressed against her other leg’s calf, giving it more definition Jamal noticed. All of a sudden he felt a little warm in his nether region.

    Somehow their eyes locked on each other, causing Jamal to blush. He was more embarrassed that he got caught, but she did not seem to mind. In fact, she slowly uncrossed her legs then stood up and walked toward Jamal… He started squirming around.

     “Uncomfortable sir?” she asked. She leaned towards him, exposing the fullness of her breasts even more. “Maybe you need a pillow?” If Jamal had a drink in his mouth, he surely would have done a spit-take all over her!

“No thank you, I’m good,” he weakly answered. She took note of his condition and immediately set him at ease. “It is no trouble Jamal, none at all!” Jamal was stunned that she knew his name. She picked it up. “I have the manifest. Some names stand out more than others,” she offered. “I’m impressed,” Jamal found himself saying. “I have to say Jamal, I am impressed also, she broke eye contact and stared at is crotch. “Can I get you anything else you might like to taste?” “Uhh, I don’t know, what else do you have?” Jamal found himself asking. “Let’s see… We have an assortment of pastries you might like to taste,” she offered. Feeling slightly hungry, Jamal made a selection. Could I have a piece of apple pie?” “Why sure you can Jamal… I will be right back… Would you like whip cream with that pie sir?” she offered, her voice tapering off as she retreated to the galley. Jamal was slightly damp in a couple of places now. The sound of Cool Whip broke the silence in the cabin as Jamal waited for his pie. He sat with his head down as the anticipation of the flight attendant returning got his motor running.

     When Jamal raised his head, she was standing very close to him, empty handed. There was no pie. “I must apologize to you Jamal, we have no more apple pie, but I may be able to interest you in something else to nibble on,” she offered. “It’s all good… Bring me what you have,” He answered. The flight attendant dropped her hands to her side, bent over slightly and caught the helm of her skirt. Slowly she lifted it so that Jamal could savor the moment. Now he did not care if she saw him and she did not mind him staring. After she jacked her skirt all the way up to her waist, she strattled him like she was mounting a horse! Facing him, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her ample tits well greased with whip cream. She lowered her bra to reveal two hard nipples, ready for Jamal’s tasting. And he did not disappoint her… His tongue slid ever so slightly across her ripe nipples, causing her to slowly lunge forward to accommodate him. She then cupped her hands underneath them, slowly massaging them for him to enjoy. She started to rock back and forth, encouraging Jamal to take her anyway he wanted. She grabbed the back of his head with her left hand while rubbing her vajayjay inside her panties. Jamal was trapped in her rapture and so was she… He just followed her lead, unzipping his pants while she slid her finger across his nostrils. She stood up slightly so that he could free himself from the captivity of his pants! She watched attentively as he steadied himself for her landing… Her landing was smooth. He actually heard her screech upon landing! There were a couple of bumps along the way, but, for the most part, it was a smooth ride. “Oh my god, that was incredible! Jamal blurted out as he heard applause. When he opened his eyes, the cabin was jubilant. “What just happened? He mumbled. “We just landed safely!” he was informed by the sexy flight attendant. “Did you enjoy your sleep?”

 

© A. Dacosta Brathway, 2009

Short Story Interlude

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. Your 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

Getting This Shit Started

September 18th, Tuesday... Ok everybody... I'm getting ready to crank this blog up with some material I've been working on for a minute! It may be good or not so good. You can be the judge. I haven't posted on this one because I have been quasi busy with my other blog Miscellaneous Turds. This joint will consist of plays, short stories, maybe some erotic material and some poetry. It's on!