I Never Said I Was a Good Girl (7 page)

Chapter 14: We meet again

It has been a little more than a month since I have spoken to Brazille. She has called and even surprised me with a message but I was too busy with Zurich to care. For once, it’s just about me.

However, now that I had something to rub in Brazille’s face I could certainly make time for her. I was going to spill boiling hot tea all over her like my name was Kermit. I decided to call Brazille and set up a lunch date. Zurich had stated that in order for us to get more serious he needed closure with Brazille. So I was definitely going to get my man what he needed and if that was closure from this bitch then so be it.

She answered damn near on the first ring. “
Chyna I am so glad you called. How have you been girl? I’ve missed you.”

Hey B! I am sorry but I just needed some time.”

“Chyna I am so….”

I stop her sentence short. One because her weak ass apology means nothing and two because I have more important things I want to address, like getting her to come to lunch.
“Brazille don’t worry about it. I just want to move forward. Can you do lunch today?”

“Yes!”
She says excitedly, barely letting me finish my sentence.

“Meet me at Mama’s Pizzeria on Thirteenth Street in about an hour.”

Immediately after the phone call I have Zurich drop me off at the restaurant because I knew Brazille loves to arrive extra early and I didn’t want to chance her ruining my surprise by seeing me drive up with him. I told Zurich I would call him when it was time for him to make his grand entrance.

I kissed him on the cheek, exited the car and disappeared into the restaurant. I am sitting there sipping on an ice cold mojito when Brazille arrives thirty minutes early, just as I suspected she would, because getting to places early was one of the habits we shared. I wave to get her attention. She races over and we hug.
“I got you a Pepsi hon,”
I tell her. As usual, she looks good. She’s dressed for the weather in a cobalt blue dress and cheetah print heels. Her long stiletto shaped nails and headband are cheetah print too. Hell she didn’t even like animal prints until I started wearing them. I’m so sick of her. This bitch swears that she can do whatever she wants.
‘Well I’ve got something for you Queen Bitch,
’ I think to myself, smiling at my ex-friend.

“Thank you! I should have known you would arrive extra early.”
Brazille says, smiling back at me with her left eyebrow rising.

“I know you are always an early bird as well and I didn’t want you to be kept waiting so I made it a point to come right over after we talked.”

“I am just happy to see you! And I like that sundress on you, Boo! You look cute or whatever.”

“Yea me too’”
I lied, ignoring her back handed compliment. This bitch just don’t know
… “Now fill me in on you and Omari.”
I didn’t really care, but I had to make it seem normal. I already knew what she was going to say anyway: they had been having a wonderful time together, he was smitten with her- just as they all normally are- and then she would tell me something stupid she had done just to try and remain in control.

“Chyna that man is something else! He rented out Bone’s one Sunday night so it was just us there with a small crew and he had the nerve to sit me on top of the table after dinner and eat my….”

I began to zone out as Brazille went on and on and on about how wonderful Omari is. I was really only here because Zurich wanted me to be. At this point he was still only allowing me to give him head because he claimed that he needed closure before he could make love to me the way that he wanted to. I am so fucking tired of masturbating, even if Zurich does love to watch me. I love that he wants to make sure that his heart is clear before we cross that line. But what I need is to feel a man, MY man, on top of me, inside me. I want to come all over his magic stick and feel him fill me up with his seed. I start to get moist just thinking about it. Brazille must have noticed that I had tuned her out because, when I start paying attention to her again, she was saying,
“Well, that’s enough about me and Omari; tell me what’s new with you?”

I told her I was seeing someone and she would get to meet him when he picked me up this afternoon. She was so excited to find out that it wasn’t Joaquin. As if she thought that I was only good enough to be some man’s side piece. That stung like salt in an open wound but I managed to keep my anger below the surface.
“You know B, I hate to admit it but you were so right about Joaquin. The day that you decided to throw it in my face what a bullshit ass relationship we had, or situationship as you called it, was the day after I found out that Joaquin and Iyauna are expecting their first child.”
I squeezed my eyes close as I said it. I still wasn’t over him totally, but I was really trying to move on and having someone that really wants me is making it easier.

“O! Chyna! I am so sorry girl! I had no idea that you were going through something so horrible. I didn’t mean to add to your pain.”
She reaches her hands across the table to place them on top of my hands.
“Why didn’t you tell me what was going on?”

I pull my hands back
,“I wasn’t ready to talk about it yet. It was too fresh for me and I really didn’t want to see you gloating about being right.”

“I don’t gloat!”
She says with this innocent look plastered all over her face.

I roll my eyes and say
“Anyway… let’s eat because I am starving!”

We eat and engage in small talk about the salon and my clients. She gets on me about my nails; talking about how ragged they look. I begin to feel a little guilty at what I am about to do so I just decide to get it over with. I tell her that I have to get ready to go because I had a meeting to get to and phone Zurich so he can come pick me up.

When I hung up from Zurich, Brazille says
“We need to do a double date! That would be so much fun! Don’t you think?”

“I know it would be a blast!”
I smile. All the while thinking, ‘It would be a blast for some of us anyway.’

I begin to get nervous and fidgety while we were waiting and of course Brazille noticed.
“Girl why are you so nervous? As long as he is single you know I will like him.”
She laughed so hard you would have thought she was at a Kevin Hart concert.

That is when I knew I was doing the right thing and could not wait for Zurich to arrive. Then we would see who the comedian really is. I try to act as if her snide comment didn’t affect me.

“So girl tell me is your new boo serving it right?”
Brazille turns her head to the side just a little and winks her eye.

“Girl he is tearing it up every night!”
I shake my breasts side to side a little to sort of give her an idea of how well things were going.
“It seems like the last woman he was with didn’t know what to do with it so he can’t get enough of me!”

Brazille says
“Now you know that bitch didn’t have anything on your freaky self!”
Suddenly I see her big ass brown eyes get even bigger
and the expression on her face change to pure horror. I turn around and follow her gaze and there is Zurich approaching our table, looking like a light skinned dream in a linen suit. I stand up, smoothing my dress, as I see his dark eyes twinkle at me.

Zurich walks up kisses me, tongue action and all. I feel my knees get weak.
“Hello Brazille, nice to see you. It has been a while hasn’t it?”
Zurich says to Ms. “I’m Better than You”.

We both look at Brazille who is speechless. Her mouth is hanging open and she can’t find the words to respond. I never thought that I’d see the day!

“Brazille this is my new boo. I believe you two know each other. I hope you approve since you had so much to say about the last one.”
I say, smiling ear to ear.

“Um, Chyna, is this a joke?”
She says, still trying to process what she is seeing.

I laugh.
“Oh, so because he was someone that you were with it would have to be a joke if he were now with me?”

“Chyna you know that is not what I am saying! It’s just that…”

I jump in before she completes her thought
“It’s just that nothing! Stop being a bitch and congratulate us then.”

Brazille looks back and forth from me to Zurich from Zurich back to me for what feels like an eternity.

“Zurich, are you freaking serious? What is this about? Why are you doing this?”
Brazille asks, frantic like her life depends on the answers.

Zurich looks deep into her eyes and for a moment it’s like I can still see the love he once had for her, hiding directly behind his charming smile. I put that thought out of my head; I know who he really wants.
“Brazille you should know better than anybody that you can’t help who you love,”
Zurich says, winking at me as he answers her.

I smile big showing all my pearly whites. Did this nigga just tell Brazille that he loved me? ‘Check please!’ I think to myself as I grab my purse and stand up. I place a fifty dollar bill on the table and say as sweetly as I can,
“B, I am going to hold you to that double date we were talking about, ciao bella!”
She just sits there with her smart ass mouth hanging open
.
I turn and take Zurich’s hand and we walk out of the restaurant both feeling extremely accomplished.

I sit down in the car and put my seat belt on. I turn and look at Zurich “
I can’t believe I just did that but honestly I feel good. Now I don’t have to hide our relationship anymore. Did that give you the closure you needed babe?”

“Yes, baby girl it certainly did. Thank you.”
He leans over and kisses me on the cheek.
“I have a surprise for you.”

“Ooh baby I love surprises!”
I giggle lean back in my seat and anticipate what is to come.

Chapter 15: The Celebration

When I walked in that restaurant, I couldn’t believe I was about to be in the same room with the woman that I have loved for over seven years. It was such a hard concept for me to wrap my mind around. I’m excited and nervous and determined all at the same time. How could Chyna do this with such ease? Never trust a betrayer. I had been trying to get her to meet with me for years and she had no problem ignoring me or just giving a firm NO. It really didn’t sink in that Chyna had pulled it off until I saw Brazille actually sitting there.

Brazille looks even more beautiful today than she did five years ago when she left me. She was wearing a cobalt blue fitted dress that stopped at her knees and showed off every curve. Her hair lay straight falling around her shoulders and landing atop her breasts. Her cheetah print headband matched the open toed five inch cheetah heels she had crossed under the table and her nails were painted with a cheetah print as well. Her gold earrings sparkle from the sunlight that’s coming through the windows and skylights. Her eyes are still as big and beautiful as I remember and I feel my heart beating through my chest.

As I continue to walk up to their table, I only have eyes for Brazille. I didn’t care about anyone else in the world at that moment, much less at that table. I could see the surprise and horror on her face as she met my gaze, but I feel nothing but love for her and I hope she can see that.

I really didn’t know how I was going to react once I was face to face with the two of them but here goes nothing. I step up next to Chyna and my pent up passion for Brazille must have taken over because I surprised myself at how passionately I kiss Chyna in front of the true love of my life. But a man has to do what a man has to do. The fact that I was envisioning kissing Brazille certainly helped, she has always been able to turn me on whether she was physically with me or not.

I stood there watching Brazille trying to comprehend what was happening and I thought about the lies I had told Chyna to get me to this moment. I told her that until we announced our relationship face to face to Brazille I would not have enough closure to move forward with our relationship and, even more important to Chyna, fuck her. Or “make love” to her, as if I could ever love someone that would betray my Brazille.

For the past thirty days Chyna had only been allowed to suck me off. And she was amazing at it. She would swallow every drop that I gave her, or let me blast it all over her face or breasts or wherever I wanted to while she played with herself. Of course she didn’t know that I was thinking about the real woman of my dreams the whole time. Chyna still really got off on it though. And, no matter how much I had begged, that was something that Brazille would never do. So picturing her on her knees in front of me, always pushed me over the edge and Chyna thought that it was all about her. I couldn’t really compare the two but something told me Brazille would win that competition hands down. Besides, my judgment may be off since for the past five years the only action little Z had seen was my right hand. Initially, I was trying to keep myself pure for when Brazille returned but as the years progressed I realized that wasn’t going to happen.

I hadn’t done anything with Chyna yet because I had to use sex as leverage to make sure she did what I needed her to do. I really had a hard time wanting to sleep with Chyna because my body, mind, and soul still belong to Brazille. But after the performance Chyna put on today, I had no choice but to reward her. And seeing Brazille in that dress today would make it that much easier.

On the ride back to Chyna’s house I remember her mentioning something to Brazille about a double date so I ask her about it. She says that Brazille had suggested we all go out together at some point in the future. I was annoyed at the ‘WE ALL’ because who the hell was Brazille going to bring and how could I sit there calmly and watch another man be with MY woman.

I try to be nonchalant when I ask Chyna
“Who would Brazille be bringing?”

“Omari Lambert, the dude’s dick she is currently riding.”
Her eyes are still closed as she says this so she doesn’t see the anger come across my face. I take a deep breath before I ask,
“When do you think this date will happen?”

Chyna sits up opens her eyes and says “You seem a little TOO interested in seeing Brazille again; if THAT is your surprise then it sucks.
”
She rolls her eyes and turns her head and stares out the passenger side window for the rest of the ride, pouting.

I may still need her so I decide to be quiet and let her cool down, just focusing on the traffic and picturing that cobalt blue dress in my mind.

I pull into the driveway and walk around to open Chyna’s door. She looks so surprised because she still was not use to being treated this way. I kiss her on the forehead and tell her that when we get in the house I need her to go and sit on the balcony while I go and get her surprise. She smiled and did exactly as she was told when we got in the house. Just like she always does.

I definitely appreciate how obedient she is. Brazille was the exact opposite. She was very stubborn and independent. I loved that about her but at the same time I grew to hate those very same qualities because I think those played a part in the demise of our relationship. Brazille is such a firecracker that I could not contain her. I respect that about her.

I have always been a man of my word so I need to give Chyna an afternoon she won’t soon forget. However, in order to do that I need to see the woman of my dreams again. I go to Chyna’s office and turn on her desktop computer.

I log into my FB page and pull up Brazille’s salon page. She had quite a few pics on there that always seemed to do the trick. I double clicked on the one of her walking along the beach in a purple one piece bathing suit. Purple has always been her favorite color and boy did she look good wearing it. She looks absolutely amazing in the bathing suit. The picture was taken from behind. I could see the thong nestled in between both of her big caramel colored ass cheeks. The back of the bathing suit was cut extremely low so I could see the top of her crack. She was turned slightly to the side looking back at the camera so I had a clear look at her side boob that was spilling out of the swim suit. Her smile was wide and the sun was bouncing off of her wet skin.

I picture myself walking up to her on that beach on that day kissing her luscious lips as I lay her down on the sand. I would spread her legs apart and feast on her wet sweet middle and then when I bring her to the edge of having an orgasm I slide my rock hard pole inside of her and make her moan until she rains all over me. I would then pull out and place my member between her big beautiful titties and slide it back and forth as she sucks her juices off of me until I explode in her mouth and watch her swallow all of my cream.

I feel my penis pressing firm against my jeans so I log out of FB and shut down the computer. I go upstairs to the balcony where Chyna is standing looking over the railing, staring out at nature. I walk up behind her and purposefully press my manhood into the small of her back. She turns and looks at me with such hope in her eyes. I slowly turn her around and push her back up against the railing while I kiss her softly on her lips. I unbutton her pants and pull them down below her hips so they can drop to the floor. She steps out of her pants and I slide her damp panties down her legs, smelling her desire. I unbutton her white shirt until her breasts are exposed caged inside her black bra. I pull her bra down until her breasts pop out the top of the bra and I lick her nipples until they are standing at attention. I kneel down, make her spread her legs and slowly kiss her stomach as I make my way down to her creamy middle, remembering how good Brazille always used to taste. I part her lips with my tongue and begin to tongue fuck her while gripping her ass and pulling her towards me. Chyna moans and begins to play with her breasts, tweaking her nipples. I begin to make slow circles around her clit and Chyna moans
“Zurich please, it feels so good. Don’t stop baby.”

I insert three fingers inside of her as I increase the speed of my tongue game. That is when Chyna starts to lose it. She grabs the banister as her knees buckle and she starts to tremble uncontrollably. I keep fingering her and sucking her clit, not letting her orgasm stop. She screams
“Yes, baby YES!”
as cum and saliva run down her legs.

While the aftershocks continue to ripple through her body, I stand up to my full five feet ten inch height, and kiss her, my tongue now between her upper lips. “Lick your juices off of my face,” I command her, my dick throbbing against her stomach.

“Ooh, yes Daddy,” she says, her tongue dancing all across my moist chin and cheeks. She is so eager, so stupid. I can’t stop wishing my One True Love was here instead of this needy slut.

Suddenly I grab her arms, the thought of Brazille making me harder than steel, spread her legs with my knees, bend my knees and thrust my manhood balls deep inside of her. She gasps, calling my name, lock her legs around my waist and began to move her hips, matching my pace. I back up and sit down on the lounge chair, struggling to carry her with me. Her pussy gripping me, she un-wraps her legs from around my waist and plants her feet firmly on the ground. As she rides me, I feel myself explode inside of her, unable to hold back any longer.

“It’s ok baby, we can go again later,” this bitch has the nerve to say to me. I’m just glad it’s over. If she had been Brazille, I would have lasted longer. I want to push her off of me, but I make myself hold her and rub her back. I feel her slide down my body, take my dick in her mouth and lick it clean. Nasty bitch.

I fall back on the lounge chair with sweat running from my brow. I hadn’t had sex like that in a long time. Sex with Brazille always seemed like it was a chore for her, one that she didn’t enjoy. I loved being inside of her so I never complained. Brazille would never even allow me to screw her without a condom. It was so irritating. We were a couple, so why not? Especially after we had been together for over a year. But all of that is going to change soon.

Chyna lies down next to me and within minutes she is sleep. I look at her and think, ‘Too bad I’m not into her ‘cuz she is definitely a freak and her mouth game is on FIRE!’ I will just have to enjoy it while it lasts. Until I make Brazille do all of these things for me like she’s supposed to.