The Sweetest Taboo (8 page)

When Yuri stepped out of the bathroom she was fully dressed. “Don’t get hurt breaking up a kung-fu battle.” Jeff laughed.

“Ha-ha-ha, Jeff.” Yuri smiled, stepping out of the room. Before she left the house, Yuri ran in the guest room and grabbed the bag she’d packed.

When she entered the studio it was quite dark, and the only light came from the sophisticated engineering board with its thousand electric-blue knobs and buttons. Britt held a pair of headphones to his ears. His dreads swayed back and forth as he nodded his head. Yuri’s heart skipped a thousand beats as she stared at the side of his face. She hated that she fell in love with him every time she saw him.

Yuri walked up behind him and bent down over his head. “So where ya crew at?”

Britt jumped. “Damn, girl, you scared me.”

“You knew I was coming.” She kissed him on the forehead.

“Yeah, but you usually give me a warning.”

Yuri sat down on the small empty counter next to him. She looked around. “So where’s everybody?”

“Gone. I told them I had something to do and would catch ’em later.”

“Really? You had something to do?”

“Yeah…You look good, ma’.” Before Yuri came into the studio she’d changed her clothes in the car. Now she wore a tight-fitting denim skirt, tailor-fitted suede shirt, blue lace camisole, and three-inch Marc Jacobs snakeskin boots. “I know I don’t tell you that often, but I miss you.” He stroked her cheek. Britt rose from his chair and stood between her legs.

“You miss me or you miss fucking me?”

“You want the truth?” He pulled her bottom lip between his teeth.

“Of course.”

“Both. I be trippin’ off you sometime and shit.” He began to caress her breast. “Your smile.” He kissed her. “Your laugh.” He took off her blue lace cami. “Your touch.” He lifted it above her head. “But I need you to stop flippin’.” He pulled the straps of her bra down. “Stop being so emotional and let us just flow.”

She opened her legs as she felt his hands ease to her pussy. “How long we ’spose to just flow?”

Britt moved the seat of her thong over and fingered her clit. “You looking for the magical answer that I can’t give you…. Are these edible?”

“Yes.” Yuri thought about pressing forward with more questions, but what good would it do? There was nothing they could do with their relationship at this moment other than ride it out, and either she was with it or she wasn’t. “You know I love you, right?”

“Yeah,” he said, biting a piece of her panties that covered her clit, “too much.”

Yuri closed her eyes as her legs started to tremble and Britt’s tongue smeared her clit with cherry-flavored juices. “Lay a track for me,” he said as he rose from his knees.

“Later, Britt…” she moaned, unbuckling his pants.

“Naw.” He kissed her lightly on the lips, feeling her palm his dick. “I wanna record you cummin’. But you gotta cum like you did that first night we fucked. Long, strong and in fuckin’ tune.” He laughed a little.

“You are so nasty.” She lifted his shirt and kissed both of his nipples.

Britt briefly turned around and pressed the
RECORD
button on the engineering board. “Don’t worry.” He faced her again. “I’ll edit and mix it later.”

“What you want me to sing?” she spoke into his ear.

“Nothing,” he whispered, “I just want you to cum…. I’ll sing….
It’s ’spose to be a secret,
” he began, “
you and me/but if I keep you cummin’ like this,
”—Britt took his fingers, and circled her clit—“
one day you gon’ forget the secret/and the next thing we know/ya man gon’ wanna know, how long we been doin’ him like this…
”

“
But I wanna keep cummin’….
” Yuri sensually ad-libbed in a whispery Janet Jackson tone.
“So we can’t let him know…’cause then he gon’ ruin what we worked so hard for….”

Britt got down on his knees and went to eating Yuri’s thong completely off.

Slowly, Yuri’s nut eased its way out and glazed Britt’s lips, and still she kept her pitch, never once coming out of tune, yet cumming with all that she had, releasing herself like never before as they laid the track.

Letting the beat pump solo for a while, Britt roughly hiked Yuri’s skirt up as far as it would go. Pushing her against the wall, he pounded his dick into her pulsating middle and started biting her neck.

Although Britt’s biting was painful, Yuri enjoyed it. It was like being high, where pain and pleasure battled over the winning position. Yuri wrapped her legs around Britt’s waist as he worked his dick in and out of her creamy canal. The rhythm of his dick singing to her pussy drove Yuri crazy, causing her to bury her fingernails into Britt’s shoulders and scratch down his back.

“You think I’m playin’ you?” Britt asked, doing his best not to let the stinging of her scratches bother him. “Answer me.”

“Yes….” she panted, as he continued to bite her on the side of the neck. “Sometimes I do.”

“Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know.” Yuri started to cum again.

“Don’t lie.”

“I’m not.” She shivered.

“I would never play you….”

“Sure?” Her chest heaved.

“I got you, baby….” Britt said as his nut exploded into her pussy with some of its drippings sliding between her thighs. “For real, I do….”

After sexing each other around the studio, making promises that neither one of them could keep, and recording their second duet together, Yuri headed home. It was three in the morning and she did her best to control the clapping of her heels as she walked across the bamboo floor. Slowly she pushed the French doors to the bedroom open, and prayed they didn’t creak. She peeked into the dark room and tiptoed toward her side of the bed.

As she took one arm out of her blouse the room light flicked on. “Naah, keep that shit on.” Jeff lit up his cigar as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Let me see this.” He tugged at the hem of Yuri’s skirt. “You look good.” He twisted his mouth and released smoke from the side of his lips.

Yuri stood stunned, pissed at herself that she’d forgotten to put her sweats back on. She blinked several times and looked at Jeff. What the hell was he doing sitting on the edge of the bed and not
in
the bed sleeping? Why was he in her face preparing to argue about some ole bullshit and not asleep? Now, how could she even argue with him when it was obvious that whatever she said would be bullshit. So instead of snapping she sighed. “What are you talkin’ about, Jeff?” Yuri turned her back to him. She looked at the ceiling and wondered how could she forget.

“At first”—Jeff walked around the bed and looked at Yuri—“I was like, naah, somebody need to whip Nae-Nae’s ass, so fuck it. Yuri can handle that shit. But then, with you owing to suck my dick, I wanted to be sure you came back in one piece.”

Yuri didn’t say a word; instead she attempted to move out of Jeff’s way, but he followed her. She did her best not to let the guilt show on her face.

“It’s cool, you don’t have to say nothing. But check this, Nae-Nae lives on Nostrand in Brooklyn. Why you head to midtown?”

He followed me?
“Midtown?” She didn’t know what else to say.

“Don’t lie, Yuri.”

“Jeff”—she resumed getting undressed—“go sit yo’ paranoid ass down.” She faced the dresser’s mirror and started taking her jewelry off. She could see his reflection behind her.

“I saw you, Yuri.”

“How, Jeff? Saw me where, doing what?”

“I followed you. We pulled off at the same damn time, you just didn’t know it. So I saw you drive to midtown.”

“So where’d I go, then, Jeff?”

“You tell me—”

Instantly Yuri realized that Jeff may have followed her to midtown, but he didn’t know exactly where she went. “Oh, I can’t stand you! What the hell are you following me for? I didn’t go to midtown, I went to Brooklyn!”

“I saw you, Yuri!” Jeff grabbed her by the left elbow and turned her around toward him.

She snatched away. “Well, if you saw me, then you should’ve tapped me on my shoulder and made your presence known. You ain’t seen shit but a paranoid-ass vision. Driving around gettin’ yo’ Orange Juice jones on and all the time you wrong as ran-over shoes. You’se a damn clown!”

“Oh, you think I’ma clown?” He mushed her on the side of the head causing her neck to jerk. “Well, you must be a magician since your damn clothes are different!”

“I’m sooooo sick of you. And here I thought you were ready to work on this marriage!” Yuri pushed Jeff in the center of his chest and grabbed her housecoat. “I’m going in the other fuckin’ room. Now follow me if you want to!”

Jeff walked behind Yuri as she sauntered into the guest room. She crawled into bed and did her best to act as if he wasn’t standing there.

“You know what, Yuri?” Jeff said, deciding to end the argument, especially since his attempt to follow her was halted by a red light. “I’m doing all I can not to fuck you up, but I swear to God that yo’ ass is reachin’ like a motherfucker.”

Drae

         “What if,” Drae said to Yuri as they browsed through the sale rack at Neiman Marcus, “I told you I’d thought about leaving Hassan?” Drae spoke casually, as if she just asked how the weather was.

“I’d say”—Yuri paused and held up a Norma Kamali blazer—“remember the piss-filled hallways, remember Red Hook, remember who put you through college, remember when we were seventeen and I asked you who was this niggah and instead of telling me who he was, you told me his pockets were laced?”

“That’s exactly why,” Drae snapped, putting the skirt she was holding back on the rack, “I don’t tell you shit.”

“Why? Because I give you the same shit you give me?”

“I’m honest with you.”

“About what? You ain’t honest with me about shit. All you do is sell me a buncha flighty life-is-so-wonderful nonsense and quite frankly I’m sick of it. All of my life that’s all I heard, from my mother, from our grandmother, from everybody. Drae is trying so hard, why don’t you do better, Yuri? You have a mother, she doesn’t. Drae is a virgin, Yuri, how could you be pregnant at eighteen—”

“You being pregnant didn’t have shit to do with me! It had to do with you giving up your virginity to Britt and allowin’ him to nut all up in you, like he wasn’t in love with Troi!”

“You act like it was a one-night stand. We were together for three months after that.”

“No, he fucked you for three months after that. You were never his girl, and soon as you told him you were pregnant, he gave you the abortion money and he fuckin’ stepped. Just like he gon’ do again.”

“Don’t you worry about what he’s gon’ do again. Besides, I thought this was about Hassan.”

“No, this seems to be about some shit you got on your chest that you wanna get off.”

“Whatever.”

“So are you fucking Britt? Again?”

“Goddamn, Drae. Yes, yes, I’m fucking him again.”

“You so stupid!”

“Fuck you. I forgot, you’re perfect.”

“I told you before you don’t know what the fuck I am!”

“What are you then, Drae?!”

“Miserable.” Tears welled in her eyes. “The fuck miserable.”

Yuri held the suit in her hand close to her chest. She knew the argument they just had had gathered some onlookers and eavesdroppers, but at this moment she was in too much shock to care. “What?”

“I’m just unhappy and I’m even more upset that you still holding some jealousy shit over my head from when we were kids. Yuri, you were the one who had it all. Not me. I inherited my mother’s section-eight apartment and a buncha damn drama ever since.”

“Drae, are you okay?” Yuri looked concerned. “You wanna tell me what’s going on?” She hung the suit back on the rack and walked over to Drae. “What’s the problem?”

Drae stared at Yuri and did her best to judge if she could tell her the real deal. When she couldn’t decipher if she could be completely honest or not she lied and spat out, “Hassan wants to swing!”

For a quick second Yuri stood speechless, “Swing from what?”

“You know what I’m talking about!”

“He wants to see you ridin’ another man’s dick and he wants you to see him fuck another woman?” she said as she frowned. “What?”

“Damn, you can fix your face. Be honest, would you ever do that with your husband?”

“If I knew that bitch would keep him.”

“You going to hell.” Drae chuckled.

“So, you’re serious, Drae?” Yuri asked.

“Not really. I think what’s really bothering me,” they began walking out of the clothing department and over to the shoes, “is that I feel like I’m at a point in my life where I should be secure in who I am, what I want, and what I expect and I’m not there yet and the shit is eating me up. You understand where I’m coming from?”

“Do I? Please.” Yuri picked up a snakeskin stiletto and looked at the price.

“So, what do you do?” Drae asked.

“I keep it moving. I avoid feeling the shit if I can. It’s like okay, I’m not sure where I’m supposed to be in life, but I know I’m not supposed to be here, so what do I do about it?”

“And who has that answer?”

“No fuckin’ body.” Yuri put the shoe down.

“I think we have it, but we’re just too scared to realize it.”

“Gurl, please.” Yuri waved her off. “You reachin’ a little too deep for me. Just give me a man who loves me and the rest I’ll deal with later.”

“Hmph,” Drae sighed. “That’s the fuckin’ problem.”

For a few moments more they browsed the shoe section, picking up the floor samples and looking at the prices. After a while neither one of them had seen anything they liked.

“You hungry, Yuri?” Drae asked.

“Not really.”

“My treat.”

“Well hell,” Yuri smiled, “you should’ve said that the first time. Then yeah I’m hungry.”

“Cool, where you wanna go?”

“Mr. Chow’s.”

“Mr. Chow’s.” Drae smirked, “Bitch, no you not trying to spend all my money?”

“That’s the price you pay for being rich bitch.” Yuri smiled as they headed down the escalator to leave the store.

“Pussies is always hatin’ on Drae!”

“Nae-Nae, gon’ kick yo’ ass!” Yuri said and they both laughed, heading down Fifth Avenue.