Forgive or Forget
By Katorry F. TyleriUniverse, Inc.
Copyright © 2010 Katorry F. Tyler
All right reserved.ISBN: 978-1-4502-6507-2Chapter One
It took me forever to accept that staying wet was a good thing. I was always getting deep into the binders of all sorts of erotica books. When I open a book, I find myself in those places. So when the character finally gets that orgasm, I wish that could be me having some good and unimaginably pleasurable sex in the most vivid places.
Nasha Wild, at your service. Only a high school graduate, unfortunately. I've never liked school and didn't want to return. I'm five feet two inches tall. I have beautiful brown sugar skin, just the right amount of breasts, and an ample ass—the type of body that always draws attention whether I want it to or not. Not to toot my own horn, but toot toot. I've always had two dreams: owning my own business and living out a sexual fantasy from a book.
Pleasure Palace is my baby, the bookstore I've always wanted and more. The sheer thought of coming into a bookstore/lounge and getting deep into a book while sipping your favorite cocktail was absolute genius. So she was busying herself, looking around, admiring what would soon be grand opening day. Nasha only purchased half of the rented warehouse building located in the downtown area of Little Rock, Arkansas. The building was a quaint space with great curb appeal. The building was an old art gallery that had failed miserably. So the space was ridiculously laid out. There were two levels: the grand room and two smaller rooms upstairs—one was my office and the other was currently the stock area. I kept the red brick walls; I felt that it gave the room character. Lots of bookshelves were strategically placed along the north and east walls, and a bar was on the west wall. There were also several comfy sofas placed in various locations in the room. The bathrooms were luxuriously furnished and very roomy, even the one in my private office. The difference in my store was that I only carried romance and erotic writings. It was a good place for people who wanted a fun atmosphere in which to host book club meetings or to just come and cop a squat.
It was down to one week before my grand opening. I couldn't wait. Good thing my girlfriends knew just how to keep me on track or blown off the track, hearing about what was new in their world. I would say that my small group of friends was just as interesting. My friend from six years ago is my best friend and will always be: Narene Smith. She is successful in the real estate business. She has several homes for sale all over Little Rock and north Little Rock. She is what the world considers a big girl with an awesome attitude. Her face is beautiful, and her style is impeccable. She's a single mother with a set of twin girls, Natasha and Natasia Smith, only three years old. Koren Myers is a successful advertising agent working boldly at the biggest ad agencies in the state, and as an African American women, that's quite an accomplishment. She is also a healthy woman with a no-nonsense attitude. She has one son, Byron Jr., at only nine months old. She despises juniors and said she must have been high off of the epidural in order to agree to that name. Her longtime boyfriend of ten years, Byron, is still hearing flack. Then there's my girl Sassy James, a bright, young, rising, hard-working mother of two. She has the perfect combo of one boy and one girl, and the husband Herbert to boot. She's a thin girl, dark chocolate complexion, with beautiful skin tones and bone structure, who is also considered one of those salad eaters. She's a makeup artist with a stay-at-home husband who does an excellent job parenting Saturday and Sunday James, seven and ten respectfully. Lastly, my girl Sarah Green is an exciting editor who gives us all the dirt on new and upcoming books for our monthly book club, and who's also a twenty-seven-year-old virgin. Yes, there are still some of those out there, sitting on a pair of double FFs. She has yellowish skin, shoulder-length hair, beautiful eyes, and she is a little unsure of herself. She is single and is looking for the perfect Christian man to marry and give all of her virginity to.
Nasha's grand opening was an event she had been ready for her entire life. So she definitely wanted it to have much success. She had everything planned down to the nines. Honey, it was going to be all that and a bag of chips. It was something Little Rock would talk about for years to come. "I just want it to be successful," became Nasha's quote of the week.
I had hired some wait staff and interviewed each one myself. I had gotten a chef and his crew to come in and give me some ideas for the menu and had a tasting menu the night before to ensure its success. The place was decorated beautifully. It was not just a black tie event; there were all types of colors to represent who I was having—various hues of my favorite color, yellow.
The time had come. All types of people were at the event, from TV moguls to politicians to restaurant entrepreneurs and book lovers from all over the Natural State. My girlfriends came with a bouquet of yellow roses. It was a complete success. We had an author coming out with her first novel at the same time: Gloria Summerville. She was having a book signing, and everyone was giving her mad support. It was everything a small-time girl with big dreams could imagine it would be.
Then I looked up, and he was so handsome, dark, and slim. Those dark brown piercing eyes burned through my skin, and I instantly felt my pussy contract like, "Hey, remember me?" He tipped his champagne glass at me, and I immediately did the same back. Damn, he was so fine. I was hoping he would be here. Falcon Taylor in the motherfuckin' flesh. I knew every inch of that body, from the awesome abs to that favorite spot that forms a V right after the waistline, to that enormous, long, thick, can-fill-you-up-with-one-thrust ... Just as I found myself undressing him with my eyes, with my mouth wide open, Koren walked up to me and said, "I see your ex is here. Um, did you know he was coming? You're standing over here with that 'lay me on the floor and bring me to an amazing orgasm right here in front of this crowd' look on your face." I couldn't even argue with her. One, I couldn't think of a quick comeback and two, she was spot on.
I just said calmly, "Let me get another drink." A sangria, no orange always hit the spot with me; it was my drink of choice.
Koren said, "Yeah, whatever, don't talk to him. We will look up and you'll be off getting a quickie, ignoring all your guests, and this night won't be as grand with everyone around town talking about how you had your ass up in your office screaming, 'I'm cumming,' while they left."
"Okay!" Gosh, you would think she was the oldest or something. She had a point, and that was usually what happened whenever he and I got close to each other. Sparks flew instantly, and we ended up making up for lost time.
Koren suddenly said, "Excuse me, girl, Byron has been talking to that big girl for too long. Let me get over there." I just groaned for my friend. We all knew how much flirting Byron did. I wanted more for her but she had just had that baby. They've been together all those years; hopefully he will change, I thought.
Sassy came over, saying, "You see Byron, girl? I wouldn't go for that disrespect, especially in my face and in front of my friends. Why did she bring him? I thought we were going to have drinks after the opening and toast just the girls?"
Sarah said, "I thought so too, but you all know that she always has to bring him to make sure he's not in another woman's face."
Narene said, "Ya'll be nice. We all know how she is, so just deal. I'm just glad she came and didn't back out. Isn't that Falcon I saw on the other side of the room?"
"Where?" the rest of them said.
"Yes!" I said. "And bring it down a notch. I know you all don't care for him, but I do."
Narene said, "Who don't like falcon? I like you when your happy girl you know I ain't tripping." All of us died laughing. We looked up just in time to see Koren with her hand all in Byron's face, giving him what for. I broke away from the group to keep mingling with the rest of my guests, from old co-workers to people from my neighborhood. I did, however, keep sneaking looks at Falcon. Damn, he was looking good enough to hang on a wall and admire.
I was looking for Narene and saw her talking to a nice-looking man, so I left her to it. Pleasure Palace was a definite hit. Everyone enjoyed the atmosphere. It was very adult: free Wi-Fi, so bring your laptops and feel free to get comfortable and enjoy the space. Ha! I was already thinking of slogans for the commercial. Sarah was partial to the Christian romance novels. I knew she would be in that section. I watched her half look at the book she was holding and eye an attractive, presumably Christian man. I just put a prayer up—and that is just something I don't do—that hopefully he was the one to put an end to a twenty-seven-year drought. Suddenly I felt as if my earth had been rocked right out from under my feet.
There she was in the flesh, walking in my doors, no less. No this heifer didn't. It was Tina Reagan, my old boss, looking superior as ever like everyone beneath her ain't shit. Well, I no longer worked for her, and I was still going to stay professional to earn her business and maybe the business from everyone in her corporate world who were "hopeless romantics." Sassy came out of my peripheral vision just when I was approaching Tina to speak and stated, "Girl, it's been lovely. I'm glad your opening night has been a great success."
I was like, "Cut the crap. What do you want?"
"I am so tired and I am ready to go home and get the kids tucked in. Is that okay, friend?"
"Yes. I say go ahead. We can drink to the night anytime. Hey, girl, maybe Herbert can tuck you in last." I gave her a wink.
She said, "Always the romantic good night."
Next, of course Koren said, "All right, I see it's a rain check on the drinks, so I'll talk to ya later. Let me get home and put lil Byron to bed then put Byron's ass on the couch. No pussy for that nigga tonight." I laughed 'cause it didn't matter how many dog houses she put him in; he always ended up back in hers. Then she just grabbed Byron by the ear and escorted him out like that, talking the whole way out about how he always embarrasses her at different places. He looked like he was in some excruciating pain.
Narene, on the other hand, was smiling harder than a country hick winning a million-dollar lottery. "So who is he?" I asked. She said, still smiling, "His name is Wallace. Remember the repairman who came over and fixed my dishwasher?"
"I didn't realize they made young and good-looking repairmen."
She said, "No, Nasha, he's all mine. I just didn't realize he was into romance books and erotica. The things you never know about a person."
"Girl, I'm not into his type. I am just being cautious and looking out for my best friend. You sure you didn't mention that you were attending and he just stopped by to see you?"
"Nah, really, you think? Couldn't be. You think? Well, we're leaving," she said.
I raised my eyebrow. "We?" I said.
"Yes," she said. "Just down the street for coffee for twenty minutes, I told him, so I can get home with the twins. They don't sleep well if I'm away. Girl, call me later, and it better be later."
Things were starting to die down. It was nearing closing time. I checked on the wait staff, and the bar area and the kitchen were all winding down and beginning to put the finishing touches on cleaning. Sarah walked up to me and said she was leaving. "Congratulations, girl. I wanted to be here to the end to support your dream, your inspiration." I laughed and thanked her and told her to call me later in the week. As she walked away, I was thinking, Damn, I should've asked her who was the guy she was talking to half the night. Oh well, I will ask her later on. I never did get a good look at the guy. After the last guest left, I thanked my crew for a great night and gave them all a bonus check for such an awesome opening. I gave everyone their schedule, and we discussed various things I expected out of each person and told them I would decide after a few weeks who was going to be my right-hand man or woman. Until then, I was going to pay close attention to everyone and decide in two weeks. Then I dismissed everyone and locked up behind them.
Alone at last. I stretched and yawned, doing the check- mark thing in my head. Yes, I counted the three tills and dropped all the money in the safe. As I was leaning back, stretching and reliving the day, all of a sudden he walked right up to me, grabbed me, twirled me around in the seat, and kissed me on the lips. It was so passionate that I was instantly moved into a trance, and all I wanted to do was reciprocate it. He then ripped my shirt open and grabbed my titties hard, the way I like, while moving from my lips to my neck. He kept sucking my neck, and I haven't had a passion mark since junior high—but it wasn't one of those types; it was much more passionate. It just seemed natural to enjoy the taste and feel of the other person's neck. Suddenly he picked me up, threw me on the desk, and was on top of me with my new bra pulled up. He was sucking on my nipples until they were hard as buttons. Mmmm, that feels so good. Damn, I've never been this excited. I was in and out of a state of delirium and deliciousness. My skirt came off, along with my panties, which were soaking wet. Damn, at this point I was even wetting my thighs. He pulled out that thick penis and thrust deep into me, and I was screaming for everything good in the world, letting him know he could have anything he wants: me, money, time, trust, and love.
Out of nowhere, I was bending over, and then he plunged deep into my very wet and tight pussy with everything in him. I felt like I was picked up in the air and brought back down to earth with every thrust. I suddenly took control and went down on him. I took most of that dick in my mouth and tried to make him feel as good as I was feeling. I was amazed that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get the last 25 percent in my mouth. He laid on my chaise lounge in my office. I stood over him and eased onto that enormous penis. Suddenly, he grabbed my breasts and squeezed them hard, but a good hard. He never made a sound, something I'd always wanted to hear from him. Still nothing, but it didn't stop my flow. I just rode that dick like I was going to prison after that ride and it was going to be the last piece of dick I would get for eight years. We both came and came hard. I felt all of his seed flow through me.
I kept hearing an awful noise, a ringing. Suddenly I opened my eyes to find myself alone, sleeping with my head on my desk, feeling exquisite. It was the best wet dream I'd had in a long time. After what seemed like hours, I picked up the phone. It was Falcon on the phone, sounding sexy as hell. Suddenly my pussy convulsed and I was instantly ready for him. "I am proud of you," he said. "It was a great night and I wish you much success." Damn, I loved this man. Too bad he wasn't good for me. He was addictive like a drug. I told him thanks and it was okay to send some business my way recommending my Pleasure Palace and giving it a great review since he was in the newspaper business. Falcon stated that he had the rest of the night to himself and wanted to know how I felt about company. Of course I was ecstatic. I was also tired, but I would get up out of bed any day to be with this man. He knew just how to please me and my pussy. I told him just how to get to my house and asked him to give me a couple of hours to get everything together. My house had been a little neglected since I'd been working hard at getting my bookstore open.
His dick was perfect: an awesome mushroom-shaped, caramel-colored, long and thick masterpiece. So I readily got up, got myself together, and locked up my Palace to go home, wash up, and get ready for a late night cap. I got home, got in the tub, soaked, cleaned my body to a T, and anxiously awaited my company. It didn't take long to get to my condo, also located downtown. I cleaned and lit a vanilla-scented candle. I pulled out the perfect late-night wine: some Arbor Mist Blackberry. Yummy. Once he was there, I also whipped up a little shrimp scampi and pasta for two, and we just relived some old times. We were laughing so hard at the old times and getting quite comfortable with each other. Before I knew it, my pants and panties were off and Falcon was between my legs, eating my pussy like he made the pussy. A slight tease, barely licking just the clit with the tip of his tongue, licking the insides of my thighs, and then sucking my thighs to the point where I knew I would have a hickie on my thighs in the morning. Out of nowhere he put his whole mouth on my pussy and ate like the pasta dish was just an appetizer. We went from there up the stairs with my ass hitting the wall of the staircase as Falcon carried me up the hall to the bedroom. Each hit against the wall only rammed that thick masterpiece deeper into me, until we reached the bed and he worked this pussy like a true Top Chef at a quick-fire challenge: hard and determined to win.
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