“You like that?” she pulled back to say as she gazed into my eyes as best she could, with the water raining down on her head.
“Yes,” I managed to get out, and Ebony continued to suck my dick like she was trying to make sure that I would call her again. The girl definitely had skills, so there was no question in my mind that she would hear from me again. I guided her head because I didn’t want her to go too fast or too slow. I wanted it to last; she was sucking my dick so damn good. When I got Ebony just where I wanted her, I arched my back against the wall as far as I could go.
“Why don’t we take this to the bed, so I can do you right,” she said.
Once I was spread eagle on the bed, Ebony went right back to work. I propped a pillow behind my head and watched her work her show. She got up on her knees and worked her way around until she was able to straddle my face. I spread her cheeks a bit and parted her lips. I used my wet tongue to flicker back and forth across her clit. I could hardly concentrate on what I was doing, because Ebony was making it feel so damn good.
I took turns between spitting and sopping, and holding her clit between my lips. She played with my nipples while she worked. Ebony and I worked each other like we’d been fucking each other for years, and the shit felt incredible. “Oh yes!” she cried. “I’m about to cum.”
I left Ebony’s apartment thinking about Diane. She was the total package. She was beautiful. Pretty smile with the cutest dimples. She had the kind of eyes that got your attention and looked through you. She broke my heart, then I met Lisa and she just fucked everybody. Now, I don’t let them get too close. Women tell me I don’t share well. And they’re right, I know they are, but I always hold back, keep them at arms distance. It offers less chance for me to get hurt.
CJ called me ‘The Untouchable.’ She says I never let anybody get close enough to touch me, much less hurt me. Everyone except CJ. I let her get close. I fell in love with her at first sight. There’s an energy between us. But instead of going after her, I laid back. Called myself waiting on her to come at me. While I was laying back waiting on her to make a move, Manny was all over her. We all worked together, supporting credit card machines. I had begun doing a little consulting and I needed my mornings free. Money wasn’t that good, but the two-to-ten shift was perfect for what I was doing. CJ and I got to be really good friends working those nights.
It’s that energy between us.
Anyway, within a year, Manny and CJ came back from Vegas married. I couldn’t stand for that. I had to go. So I quit working there and went into business for myself full time. For the last five years, our relationship has consisted of long phone calls, great conversation, and the occasional drink after work. I respect CJ. So for the last five years I never let her know that I was anything more than her friend.
Chapter Five
Tyhedra
When my flight arrived in Atlanta, I got off the plane and followed the signs to baggage claim along with the rest of the crowd. While I rode the train, I thought about the man I had just killed. That was something that I didn’t do offend, and wondered why I was now. Once I’ve done what I do, I put it completely out of my mind and move on. But not this time. This time I couldn’t shake the images of him lying there with a bullet in his head.
As I got my bags and caught a cab to my hotel, the thoughts persisted and I wondered why I continue to do it. Something else I don’t do. I accepted who I am and what I do, a long time ago. Even though I don’t like the sound of it, I am a serial killer. One who has lost count of how many men she’s killed.
“Maybe I need to get help for myself?” I asked myself as I unpacked. I was starting over in my fifth new city, and wondered if this time would be any different. Each time I move, I always say that this is it, that I am not going to kill aga
in, that I’m going to try to have a normal life, with a normal relationship, but it always happens. I meet men, and I kill them.
I thought about how this all began; what started my path to becoming what I am. His name was John. He was my first so-called boyfriend and he was the first boy that I learned to hate. He took advantage of me at an early age. You see, I have an oral fixation. I went from the nipple to the bottle, to the pacifier to sucking my thumb. No matter what my mother did to try and break me out of it, at the age of twelve, I was still sucking my thumb. That’s was when I met John. He was one of my older brother Harold’s friends. I was just starting middle school and he and my brother were in high school. He came by one day when Harold wasn’t home. He told me that I was cute. Nobody had ever told me that before. He continued to come over in the afternoon to see me when my brother wasn’t home. One day he asked me, “Why you always sucking your thumb?”
“I don’t know,” I said and shrugged my shoulders, “I just do.”
“You got a boyfriend?”
“No.” I giggled.
“I want you to be my girlfriend,” John said.
“Really?” I was so excited.
“Yeah. You ever kiss a boy before?”
“No.” I giggled again. Then he leaned over and started kissing and feeling me all over my skinny little body. I wouldn’t feel him up like he was doing me; I would just hold him and kiss. At the time, I had only seen people kissing on TV and that’s how they did it, so I didn’t know what else I was supposed to do. That when on for a couple of weeks, and then one day while we were kissing, John put my hand on his dick. It was hard. He pulled down his zipper and took it out. “It’s okay, you can touch it.” He put my hand on it again. “Kiss it.”
“No.”
“You gonna be my girlfriend, right?”
“Yeah.”
“This is what girlfriends and boyfriends do.”
“They do?”
“Yeah, they have sex. This is part of it. We can’t go all the way, because you’re too young for that and we’d get in trouble. But we can do this.”
“Really?” I was so dumb.