Prohibited: an erotic novel (8 page)

After buying Mitchell a decent amount of clothes that I am sure he probably does not like, we headed out of the store and toward the car. I noticed the young woman getting into her car. She detected my gaze and smiled at me again.

I didn’t smile back.

Instead, I ushered Mitchell into the car. He climbed into the passenger seat and slammed the door.

No I do not think that he liked the clothes.

I climbed into the driver seat. I put on my seat belt and started the car. I looked over and saw Mitchell did not have on his seat belt.

“Mitchell put on your seat belt.” I told him.

He ignored me gazing out of the window.

“Mitchell, we are not leaving until you put on your seat belt.”

He didn’t look at me, but he reached over and put on his seat belt. We rode the entire trip home in silence.

I walked through the front door and dropped my bags. Margaret would know what to do with them I thought. Mitchell trotted upstairs to his room and I followed.

I walked in to my bedroom to freshen up for dinner. I sat on the edge of the bed and slipped out of my red heels. I rubbed my feet and heaved a sigh relief. Those shoes were killing me, but I looked great in them.

I take off my shirt and skirt and neatly folded them. I placed them in the hamper and headed for the walk-in closet. I walked inside and grab a clean pair of black slacks and a black blouse.

I decided I needed a shower. The warm water felt so good on my body and I felt refreshed. After drying off and blow-drying my dark black hair, I walked from the bathroom in just a towel to find Michael sitting on our bed.

“It must have been a nice shower because you look rejuvenated.” He said adjusting his position.

He wore black slacks and a navy blue collared shirt. He sat on the edge of the bed with his legs spread open in a manly stance.

I was starting to feel a little uneasy watching him like that. By the way he was sitting I could tell what he wanted and I was not in the mood to fight with him. I decided to ignore the signals he was shooting at me like daggers and walked over to the dresser to grab some panties.

I did not look back at him, but I could tell he had moved from the bed and was following me to the dresser. Our bedroom was rather large but it took him only a few strides to reach me. When I reached the dresser, he grabbed me and pulled me up against him.

“What are you doing?” I stammered slowly trying to move away from him.

I didn’t have to wonder for long.

He brought his mouth to my neck and started to kiss it. His hands traveled all over my body. He snatched the towel from me and left me standing there nude, exposing my body to the cool air. My nipples hardened and he took that as a sign of my desire. He brought his attention back to me and started to caress my breasts slowly.

I turned to face him pulling his hands off my breasts in the process.

“Maria,” he whispered. “I need you now.”

I looked at him and tried to speak but ever so quickly he pulled me close and kissed me. It was a long and probing kiss.

I felt nothing.

I tried to move but he held me tightly, firmly. The way his tongue moved in my mouth made me feel vulgar and dirty. He released his grip and I pulled away from him. I looked at him. His green eyes were shaded by the urgent desire.

“Michael, I just took a shower.” I said moving from him and walked over to the bed where my clothes were laying.

“What does that have to do with anything?” He asked moving closer to me grabbing my slacks out of my hand.

“Well,” I said trying to grab my pants from him.

He turned and threw them on the brown recliner stationed in the corner of the room.

I sighed.

“I just cleaned myself and I am not willing to get-dirty.” I said.

I looked at him and I could tell that he was far from pleased with my explanation. He sighed and sat down on the bed.

“Maria, I am not sure I can take this anymore.”

The desire had left his eyes and was replaced with what looked to be-sadness.

“Michael, if you are having issues, we can talk about them in therapy.” I said pulling my shirt over my head.

I turned from the bed and walked to the recliner to retrieve my pants.

“You don’t get it Maria,” he said.

His voice was low and he hung his head as if his world was going to end. 

Sex isn’t everything!

I sighed and slid my pants over my smooth bare legs.

“Maria, are you listening to me?” He asked standing up from the bed.

I turned to him folding my arms across my chest. We just stood staring at each other. Eventually he walked out the room slamming the door behind him. I plopped down on the recliner and sighed.

Here we go again…

Maxine

“Maxi, don’t rush me.” Julia whined.

She was leaning comfortably in the bedroom doorframe in my tiny apartment wearing a white T-shirt with the word “Grumpy” printed on it and a picture of that dwarf.

“Nice jeans,” she said as I slipped my feet into a pair of white tennis shoes. “Can you breathe?”

I had to admit my navy blue denim jeans looked like a second skin.

“Very funny,” I said walking toward the front door rolling my dark brown eyes at her.

She laughed. I stopped to grab my keys off the side table and Julia smacked right into the back of me. She was standing so close it was hard to tell where I ended and she began.

“Geez, chick! Have you ever heard of personal space?” I asked taking a step backwards.

I watched as she stared at my hair with a look of confusion on her face. I started to feel self-conscious.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Goodness, I’m just looking at your hair.”

“Why?”

“I think it’s cool, the texture of it. I like it when you wear it down like this.” She said reaching out and grabbing a few strains of it in her hands.

I sighed.

“Please stop touching my hair, white girl, and let’s go eat. We are already late and Mikey is going to be wondering where we are.” I said rolling my eyes at her.

She smiled.

“Whatever, he can wait. Geez, I forgot how cranky you are when you have not eaten.”

I opened the door and followed Julia into the unusually cool summer air. It was a big change from the smoldering temperatures we have had lately. You could tell fall was coming. There was little sun and you could still smell the rain that had fallen earlier in the morning.

“Where are we going to eat?” I asked.

I could hear my stomach give a low muffled rumble.

“It is a cool place that I heard about called ‘Solomon’s Bistro’. Mikey said he and Stacey eat there all the time. I figured it would give us a new place to go.” She said.

I followed her to the parking lot and looked around for her small silver car. I watched as she walked to the back of the parking lot and stopped next to a beautiful black Cadillac Escalade.

I am not a car person in the least, but I have to admit, I wanted to make love to this car. It was amazing. It looked as if it were freshly washed and waxed. Julia’s dad loved this car and never let anyone drive it, not even his precious daughter.

“There is no way your dad let you drive his truck.” I said still gazing adoringly at the vehicle.

She smiled and opened the driver side door.

“Yes, I was amazed too. I can’t believe I talked him into to this.”

She climbed into the car. I climbed into the passenger seat.

“How did you manage to pull that off?”

This was an expensive car and I have always wanted to ride in one. The interior was amazing with black leather seats, in-dash 6-disc CD/DVD changer, touch-screen DVD-navigation, heated and cooled front seats, heated steering wheel, rearview camera and a power sunroof. It was incredible.

“My car is having brake trouble and my dad said that he would get it fixed this afternoon. I told him we had a lunch date and he answered,” she said changing into a gruff deep manly voice. “‘Can’t you cancel it?’ and I said: `No Daddy, we had this planned for weeks.’”

“We planned this yesterday.” I stated.

“I know and he said ‘Alright, you can take her.’”

“He calls it a ‘her’?” I asked laughing so hard it hurt.

We rode to the country club listening to the radio.

“I’m glad that I was able to pull you out the house to eat with us today.” She said fiddling with the radio.

I smacked her hand off the dial and turned to an R&B station. I refused to listen to her favorite country music station.

“You act as if you never get to see me.”

Since Julia and I graduated from college, she has been working part time as administrative assistant for her dad’s real estate business. I, on the other hand, took my journalism degree and applied for a position with the local daily newspaper. I got the job and since then have been working like a slave for the man.

At least I get weekends off.

“You work all the time and we only get the weekends sometimes now.”

“Sometimes?”

“Yes!” She exclaimed “You spend most of your time with these random skanky guys.”

“Well, some of us like to work hard and play hard.” I said smiling at her.

“Too hard if you ask me!” she shrieked.

I laughed.

“Are you jealous?”

“No. I am looking for a more meaningful relationship.”

I laughed.

“Oh I’ll believe that flirt.” I teased.

“I’m serious!” She exclaimed.

“You would be too if you could just find the right

guy.”

“Whatever,” I dismissed sticking out my tongue at her.

Julia tried to punish me by singing every song she heard on the radio. Her singing is terrible and believe me…It was torture. She did this the whole way to Solomon’s. By the time we pulled into the parking lot, I wanted to slap a muzzle on her.

As we pulled in front of the restaurant, a valet walked over to the driver side of the car. Julia climbed out and handed over the keys. I climbed out and stood in front of the restaurant watching as the valet drove away in her dad’s truck.

“I always feel a little uneasy when I see someone just drive off with my car.” I whispered to Julia.

“It’s fine.” She said as we walked into the bistro.

When we entered, we were immediately escorted down a long corridor that led past a ballroom and to the back. There was a closed door and a hostess near it wearing all black and a white nametag.

“Welcome to Solomon’s, how many? The hostess asked. She looked young with her blond hair in pigtails.

She looked as if she should be in school instead of showing us to our seats.

“Three, but the third person in our party may already be here. Michael Salvatore Jr.?” Julia said flashing her award-winning smile.