Hey Y'all! I have to admit, that in the last ten years of my writing 3T eroticas, my skills as an authoress have improved by leaps and bounds. What once was a five page story with a single paragraph for the "love scene" has spawned into the more involved stories you now enjoy from me. That being said, while my prowess might not have been optimum ten years ago, I had some very good ideas that with a bit of work and retooling become much better stories. This is one such story. Taken from an idea that was originally a Taj Jackson story entitled "Movie Night" I bring to you:
"Scared Stiff"
A 3T Erotic Short Story By:
MJsLoveSlave
Sycamore,
California
October 2001
“...who
should be hurt...who should be blamed...am I supposed to change...are
you supposed to change...”
The soft,
haunting, soulful ballad reverberated through the speakers of the
compact, faux wood-paneled PT Cruiser as it sailed down the long
lane, marked by looming, naked trees, all of its foliage, once proud
and green, now in shades of orange, yellow and sienna littering the
ground, as fall began to take its stranglehold on the area.
“...you need
a resolution...I need a resolution....we need a resolution...we have
so much confusion...”
At the very end
of the lane, from the bleak and bleary surroundings, a modest
whitewashed, one story bungalow sprang and clashed among the dreary
setting.
In a town, riding
the state borders between California and Oregon, this home stood
apart from its more sedate, Arts and Crafts bungalow style homes, in
that the home had been built exclusively to mimic the Greek Revival
style, boasting wide, thick columns on the front veranda, it seemed a
bit of the South one could usually find just below the Mason-Dixon
line had found its way to the West Coast.
“...who
should be hurt....who should be ashamed--”
The song was cut
short as a gloved hand grasped the key in the ignition, turning it
and shutting off the engine.
A moment later, a
frankly tall, slim figure, bundled against the steadily dropping
temperatures in a heavy, navy down coat, hounds-tooth scarf and match
knit tam unfolded from the driver's side, pausing long enough to open
the back driver's side door, remove a bright pink garment bag from
the backseat and throw it over a bulky shoulder, held by a hanger.
The figure jogged
up onto the porch, where the front door was fussed with a few seconds
before the correct key found its way into the lock and it was opened.
And with a rush
of warm, mildly perfumed air, smelling of gardenia and tuberose with
just a hint of honeysuckle, the door was kicked shut, nonchalantly.
The knit cap was
pulled off and tossed onto the mahogany sideboard, and above it, the
mirror, set in a brushed silver frame, reflected the shut eyes and
blissful smile of the young man idling before it.
A devilish,
handsome man he was, solid, yet lean. His complexion the color of
cocoa was off set by the mass of wild curls, now set free from his
hat and on good days,he even remembered to comb them.
Wide, heavy, yet
meticulously arch brows hung over his eyes, dark brown at first
glance, but upon closer inspection hid little flecks of gold and
amber within them.
His features were
fine, model-good, though his true job was in real estate, working for
his father's company as a junior partner, a true accomplishment to
say he was only twenty-three years old, the ink on his diploma from
USC not yet dry.
But TJ Jackson
had always been that way...seemingly mature beyond his years and
always moving forward to better himself.
Removing his
scarf and tossing it down next to his hat, he took the time to unzip
his coat, letting it hang open over a battered, ratty sweatshirt
paying homage to his alma mater, he called out,
“Lee? Lee,
I'm home, Sugar, where are you?”
There was a bit
of silence as TJ loitered awaiting a reply.
And when it came,
the voice, which he heard daily, still managed to bring him more
goosepimples than the cold outside ever could.
“In the
bedroom, Darling...”
The blissful
smile spread, bringing with it a flashing of white teeth, and TJ made
haste down the lengthy corridor towards the rear of the house, where
one of a set of double doors stood ajar, that floral aroma
intensifying with every blessed step he took.
Slipping into the
bedroom, a large area, warm and cozy in shades of chocolate brown,
camel and cream, with a T & L in gilt hanging over the bed, the
smile fell from his face when the only thing that greeted him was the
Egyptian Mau resting lazily on the foot of the bed it's greenish eyes
peering at him queerly.
Rolling his eyes
in return at the feline, TJ repeated himself,
“Lee?
Leanza--”
On the opposite
end of the room, the door to the private bath, once shut, cracked and
a hand, tipped with black nails, their moons painted silver, beckoned
him, then was gone from sight.
The jacket was
cast aside, sending the cat scattering and TJ advanced to the
bathroom, still toting the pink bag.
The door swung,
and TJ had to brace against the frame for support.
Even after so
many years together, the very sight of his girlfriend weakened his
knees.
The two had
happened to meet in library of their prep school in ninth grade, when
both had reached for the same book about Abraham Lincoln. TJ had
deferred to Leanza, allowing her to take the book—and taking a
failing grade for himself later that week when he had no report on
the sixteenth president of the United States to hand in—but it
hadn't mattered.
He'd been smitten
and crazy about her ever since he was fourteen years old.
How could he not?
In nine years, the only thing about Leanza that had changed, was the
length of her hair.
She had always
enchanted him.
In a school
flooded with fake tanned, bleached blonde Barbie dolls, most of which
had the same nose thanks to a skilled plastic surgeon, Leanza was a
breath of fresh air.
Leanza hailed
from Charleston and while most girls sounded straight from the
Valley, Leanza had a softer, more delicate manner of speaking, marked
by a heavy Southern accent, that even after almost a decade in
California had yet to be lost.
Her heritage was
African-American, with far off strains of both Cherokee and Iroquois
Indian, buried deep on her mother's side of the family.
Indeed, Leanza
carried herself with a grace and dignity that only someone comprised
of some of the strongest bloodlines in the world could possess.
She was jarringly
beautiful, and it was her beauty that had first caught TJ's
attention; it was her personality that had kept it.
In her bare feet,
Leanza fell just three inches shorter than TJ's lengthy six-foot-one,
with a healthy, svelte figure.
At the moment,
she was performing a simple task, one that surely many other women
were engaging in at the very same time: running a flat iron through
her hair, taming it down to sleep perfection.
Leanza's hair,
had a natural wave, but she preferred to wear her hair pin straight,
though, either way, the look was becoming.
Her complexion
was a couple of shades darker than TJ's with a noticeable tawny
undertone, Leanza claimed it was a “cinnamon complexion” and much
like TJ, her hair was a glossy, raven black, as were the whittled,
thin brows above her loving, almond shaped brown eyes in an oval
face, that still looked girlish and younger than its years.
In spite of
himself, TJ bit down on his bottom lip, his eyes roving her figure,
covered only by a scant black satin and lace rimmed teddy, as she set
the iron down.
He was viewing
her from behind, the smallish backside, the long, toned legs...but
could view her front perfectly through the reflection in the mirror.
The beautiful
face, painted in, a bit too dramatically for TJ's taste but he'd long
learned not to complain about how Leanza chose to apply her cosmetics
lest he incur an argument..
She had tapped
into a vampish look, marked by a matte smoky black eye and lips that
started black at the outer rims but faded into a deep burgundy in the
center, also matte.
It verged on the
edge of spooky, but was so very daring at the same time.
Unable to control
himself, TJ moved closer to her, watching as she lifted a perfume
bottle, squeezing the atomizer, a mist floating across her plump
bosom, allowing more of the scent to settle into her soft skin.
The makeup was
bothering TJ on a level that was forcing his mouth to open, as he
liked Leanza with a more “natural” look. (that he had no idea
took just as long as the smoked-out look to achieve)
“Do...do you
have to wear all of that, Lee?” He questioned, removing one of his
gloves and placing his hand on her shoulder. “We're just going
across town to my brother's house to watch some movies.”
The smoldering
eyes met his in the mirror.
“I know that,
Tito Joe.” She replied matter-of-factly, using his full first name.
“...but you know I like to look nice when we go out...”
“Right, I can
take the Belle out the South, but not the South out the Belle!” TJ
snickered, tucking her hair behind her ear, revealing an emerald-cut
diamond stud, and leaning, gently pecked her cheek, so as not to
spoil her makeup.
Her hand fell up
and back, cupping his chin and squeezing lovingly and she giggled.
“Oh,
Dumpling...you got my dry cleaning.”
The pink bag was
held out to her.
“Thank you--”
His chin rested
on her shoulder and he eyed her curiously,
“What exactly
did you have cleaned that cost me fifty-two dollars to get back?”
The beautiful
face creased with a broad, sheepish grin and the bag was plucked from
his hand.
“Silk-cashmere
blend turtleneck and a leather skirt.”
Twirling away
from him on her heel, Leanza led the way back into the bedroom.
“And that's
what you're wearing? To sit and watch horror movies half the night in
Taj's rec room...”
TJ trailed off as
the garment bag was opened and the clothing laid out on the
comforter, where the Mau laid again.
“Move
Muffin...” Leanza cooed, lifting the cat, kissing the top of
his head, and bent setting him on the floor.
TJ's brow rose
suddenly as a realization came to him.
“You're trying
to upstage Veda, aren't you?”
Leanza took her
own sweet time to pull on the clinging, form-fitting top before
answering, the sweetness in her voice vanishing,
“Your other
brother's girlfriend in no way influences me--”
“Sure!” TJ
chortled, moving to the closet and pulled off his sweatshirt,
revealing a plain white tee.
“--I'm just not
fond of her, that's all.”
“Really?” TJ
was close to roaring he was laughing so hard plucking a winter white,
ribbed cardigan from the closet, an American flag stitched on the
back along with the words “United We Stand”.
“You could have
fooled me!”
The skirt,
asymmetrical with a smattering of silver zippers, was being squeezed
over slender hips.
“Her attitude
is just so stank...” A frown crossed the pretty face as
Leanza turned to TJ, with him slipping on the sweater, zipping it up
to his chest.
“I'll never
understand what Taryll sees in her. I think she's only after him for
his money. You see, over and over how she keeps pushing him to try to
sell those big-money properties so she can get her hands on whatever
commission he makes. Always wants to live beyond her means while she
runs him tino the ground. And she doesn't know how close she came to
getting snatched bald at your father's birthday party last
week.”
Picking up
Muffin, TJ dropped down onto an ottoman to change his grungy
cross-trainers in favor of a pair of red Converse. He knew it was
wise to stay silent during the rare times Leanza's gander was up.
“The invite
said it was a casual clothing party. We go down to San
Bernadino to your grandparents house. Every damn body there was in
jeans and shorts and flip flops. Here comes Miss Thang,
floating in wearing a Versace dress. It was a backyard
barbecue for crying out loud! And then she refused to play any of the
games you and your brothers spent weeks setting up. Not to mention
she tried to look down on me for, I guess not, dressing to her
standards. Excuse the hell out of me if I wanted to play baseball and
slide around the diamond in the backyard with the rest of the family.
Yeah what I had on a sweat suit that came from Target, and yeah I got
dirty, playing baseball, but I had a good time with my friends and
your family! I'm still waiting for Taryll to erect a solid gold,
diamond encrusted pedestal to put that bitch--”
“Don't look
now, your horns are showing.” TJ teased rising, starting towards
her, arms opened.
In return Leanza
approached him, her own arms opening, to embrace.
From somewhere on
him, a polyphonic version of O-Town's song Liquid Dreams began
chiming noisily.
Not missing a
chance to hug his lover and best friend, TJ threw an arm around her
waist and pulled her to him, while the other pulled a small phone
from his back pocket.
“Hello? Hey,
Taryll, I was just talking about you! What's up, Bro?”
He had been
grinning at the pretty face with the fluttering lashes, when all the
color drained from his own.
“TJ?”
Leanza whispered, tugging at his sleeve with concern, and was waved
off, as TJ's brow puckered.
“I'll be right
there. I promise. I'll be right there!” He vowed disconnecting the
call and was shoving Leanza towards the closet.
“Get your coat,
Lee!” He was hastily throwing on his puffed number and racing
towards the door.
“I'll
explain in the car!”
Fifteen
Minutes Later
“...you have
got to be putting me on! I don't believe it!”
“That's what
he told me, I swear it!”
“She really
left him at the mall? Stranded? With no way to get home?”
“Taryll said
it, he wouldn't lie to me—he's my brother!”
TJ swore, gloved
hands tightening on the steering wheel as his foot pressed the gas,
far exceeding the sixty-five mile per hour speed limit.
Leanza stared
ahead grimly, hands folded and hidden in the thick, glossy, sumptuous
fur of her (genuine) black mink coat.
“I really don't
like Veda...” She mumbled under her breath, gaze falling as she
twiddled her thumbs. “...pulling a stunt like this with Taryll,
when all he's done is treat her decently. That trash!”
“I try to see
the good in all people...” TJ spoke carefully, though he was
recklessly crossing four lanes of Saturday evening traffic to take
the exit leading out to the Cloverleaf Mall,
“...but that
gal really is working on my last good nerve!”
Soon, the Cruiser
was moving along at a snail's pace, TJ's lead foot forced to be
light, as per usual with shopping malls on the weekend. The place was
beyond packed, a madhouse of erratically moving cars and
scatterbrained pedestrians going here and yonder to toss away a
week's paycheck at a moment's notice.
“Damn it,
I'll be half the night finding a parking spot...” TJ growled
more to himself than his girlfriend through grit teeth.
“Do you want me
to try calling Taryll's cell?” Leanza offered, glancing out the
window and up at the imposing structure of glass and steel, rising
four stories over them.
“Thank you,
Lee,...maybe he can just walk to the car...”
Feeling a hand
clamp down on his arm, TJ first looked at the manicured fingertips
digging into his coat, then up at Leanza, still staring out the
window.
Following her
gaze TJ stomped on the brakes, causing the driver of the car behind
him to honk, and holler an obscenity as he swerved to avoid
rear-ending him.
A few yards away,
seated on a wrought iron bench, was a lone man, his head lowered in
dejection.
One hand was
pressed to his forehead, the other in his lap, clutching a knit tam.
His eyes were
squinched shut as though he were trying to ward off a headache.
Quickly, the car
was at the curb, with TJ and Leanza disbanding and rushing to the
disenfranchised figure.
As they
approached him, his head lowered further, clefted chin meeting the
collar of his green military-style coat, a cool breeze fluttering the
fringed ends of his scarf, featuring the Oakland Athletics baseball
team logo.
The same logo
repeated on the front of his little beanie.
His dark curls,
of a looser pattern than TJ's, stuck up every which way, and his
skin, paler than his younger brother's and displaying their mixed
Black and Latin lineage more plainly, showed flaming redness in the
cheeks, giving away his raw anguish.
Upon closer
inspection, his legs, in slim-fitting black jeans were bouncing as he
was clearly trying to control his emotions in public.
Off to the side
of him, a small bag from the Sam Goody record store was propped
against his thigh.
Hands shoved into
the pockets of his marshmallow coat, TJ called to his sibling
solemnly,
“Taryll.”
Slowly, the hand
pressed to his face dropped and the head raised.
Any other given
time, Taryll Jackson was an attractive man, with features even finer
than TJ's and in some contexts he bore a more androgynous look,
having taken strongly after their mother.
His eyes, a muted
hazel, shone green against his coat, the solid gold flecks in them
being picked up by his skin tone. Eyes usually lit with joking were
now dull with remorse, the bridge of his upturned nose crinkled, pert
pinkish lips mashed into a stern, unforgiving line.
Brows, thinner
and not as profoundly arched as TJ's were buckled in his bubbling
sorrow.
“Hey Bro...”
He greeted him,
his already soft voice hardly above a whisper.
His gaze darted
to Leanza, pulling the fur tighter around her neck as a stronger wind
bore down on the three of them, with him adding snidely,
“Hey Zsa
Zsa.”
Leanza said
nothing, but offered a sympathetic smile. At least he was trying to
make jokes.
“You....you
ready to go?” TJ wondered and sucking in his lips, Taryll gave a
grim nod, standing up, falling a couple of inches shorter than his
brother, though TJ was three years his junior.
The tam was
jammed on his head, the logo sitting askew as he reached back for his
bag.
Without thought,
Leanza reached up and set his cap correctly.
Taryll did look
so sad, like a lost puppy.
Her heart ached
for him.
She'd been with
TJ so long, Taryll and their elder brother Taj, had grown to be like
family to her.
Their struggles
were her own.
It was a
painfully stiff and silent walk back to the Cruiser, with Taryll
slipping into the backseat as TJ and Leanza took their places up
front.
The car was
turned back on, the heater whirring to life and warming chilled
bodies, but TJ hesitated to put the vehicle in drive.
Peeking up at the
rearview mirror, he inquired timidly,
“You want us to
drop you back at your house?”
“Hell no.”
Came the gruff
reply, with Taryll inhaling deeply to add,
“I don't want
to go home. That woman is there! If I go home it'll turn into
a bigger goddamned mess than it already was in the store and I just
don't have the stamina to put up with it! I'm going with you and Lee
to Taj's. His place is closer to where we are now anyway. I've been
looking forward to the movies and I'm sure he'll let me crash on the
couch when it's over....”
Taryll hummed
lightly and repeated,
“I don't
want to go home.”
The car was quiet
long enough for TJ to steer his way out of the parking lot and onto
the expressway, heading out to the secluded, gated community where
Taj resided.
Losing her grip
on her curiosity and the natural inclination to be nosy overtaking
her, Leanza twisted in her seat, reaching and patting at Taryll's
knee.
“Do you want to
talk about it?”
“Lee!”
TJ hissed disapprovingly but it was too late.
A long sigh
escaped Taryll, and his head which had again been downcast came up,
light eyes meeting dark ones.
“What is there
to say? We got into over the same thing. Same thing we've been
fussing and fighting and bitching—excuse me Leanza—about for the
last two years: money.”
Having neglected
to put his seat belt on, Taryll shifted, slumping across most of the
backseat.
“Lord knows I
love Veda. I've loved her since the day I met her, but she's
hard-headed as all fired hell! She wants too much too soon...”
Taryll sat
forward, leaning in between the front seats.
“I don't mind
providing for her. I'm a man; that's what a responsible man does in a
relationship: provides. But she keeps wanting and asking for and
demanding things I can't afford right now! Things we can't
afford. High-dollar clothes and make up and vacations and things,
like I'm Puff Daddy or something. I mean I do well...I make good
money dealing in real estate. All of us brothers do, we've been
fortunate...”
The cap was off
with Taryll's hand in his hair awkwardly, elbow bumping the roof as
he rubbed at the top of his head, an act he fell into almost
unconsciously, when aggravated, which lately, had been quite often.
“...but right
now, the market is in kind of a slump. I mean, damn, a little
over two months ago we had a terrorist attack! The United States got
attacked for the first time since Pearl Harbor! People died!
Those planes flew into the World Trade Center in New York! Thousands
of people died! They're still trying to clean it up, identify the
victims, find who's responsible, and make sense of it and the world
is a hot ass mess now... war about to break out! Hope I don't get
drafted...I'm over here with legit concerns. I know I look good in an
army coat, but I don't wanna be laid out somewhere in a foxhole in a
country I never heard of! I can't even step on a roach, much less
kill a man!”
His head shook
and he fell back, continuing to massage the top of his head.
“Ain't it
the truth...” TJ chimed in hoarsely, staring out at the long
road stretching ahead, day turning to dusk as the sun began to set
and fall beyond the horizon.
“The world is a
different place now. People aren't thinking about buying homes and
stuff. People trying to be close to their families, spend quality
time in the wake of a tragedy. People aren't traveling, scared to
travel...So much is going on and Veda can't seem to wrap her mind
around that!”
His hair was
pulled some more and his hand slid down, rubbing at his neck, his
face growing darker.
“Now I'm doing
well selling homes and can keep up with the bills some some extra
walking around money. But Veda is just being...” Taryll trailed off
and Leanza watched as he squinted at the top of the car hunting the
right way to voice himself.
“Greedy.”
He finally
settled on the obvious. “She's being greedy as hell. She wants to
show out and show up and I'm footing the bill half the time because
she does work, part-time, but I notice credit cards and charge
accounts popping up in MY damn name! Big places. Nordstrom's,
Blooningdales, Macy's....Why I gotta have Versace drawers? No one
sees them, but us! I'm happy in my Calvins! All kinds of things we
don't really need right now! Who cares what name brand is covering my
high-yellow ass if I'm trying to dive in a bunker to avoid a nuclear
bomb? I try to talk her down out of this constant foolishness....”
He groaned and
sat up, resting his head against the back of Leanza's seat.
“But she gets
to yelling and cursing at me like I got fur and a tail on me and I
just throw my gold card at her to shut her the fuck up before
my ears bleed. Pardon me, Lee! It's annoying. I mean...I'm
twenty-six. These are supposed to be the best years of my life! Not
working like a slave with a woman cracking the whip on my ass,
keeping a constant headache, bickering back and forth...God...”
Leanza's chair
bounced as Taryll began banging his forehead against the seat.
“And then we
get to today...”
The bangs ceased
and Taryll exhaled so hard, Leanza felt the draft.
“I hadn't
planned on going anywhere today, other than Taj's tonight. I was
parked on the couch in my drawers, my Calvins, playing video games,
enjoying myself, when Veda comes easing her little ass in there and
somehow I got sweet-talked off the couch and into clothes to come
with her to the mall. Now all she said she wanted was Aaliyah's last
CD. I didn't mind spending fifteen dollars on an album, I like
Aaliyah's music, so I went on ahead. We took her car. That's where I
fucked up—excuse me again, Leanza.”
“It's alright.”
She assured him, exchanging a worried glance with TJ.
“We go into Sam
Goody, took ten minutes to get the CD. I was ready to go back home,
get back damn near naked and try to beat that boss level on Fast,
Furious and Firearms...”
In a fury, the
hat was thrown forward and bounced against the dash.
“The Devil did
a number on me...You know how right next door to the record store is
Static Shock, the electronics store? Well, I let my dumbass be
dragged in there. 'We're just going to to look, Tare-Bear'
she says. 'We don't have to buy anything today.' she
tells me! I wasn't planning on buying anything until
Christmas! Get a load of this. TJ, get a load of this!”
His hand waved
frantically between the seats.
“I stopped to
look at a pair of headphones. I look up, I see all these damn boxes
at the counter around Veda. She's buying a stereo system. Not just a
a stereo, but speakers, drivers, woofers, sub-woofers! All kinds of
shit like we're about to play Madison Square Garden! And an
shelving unit! I haul ass and get there right as it's rung up.
Bro, I almost shit myself, it was damn near fifteen grand! You hear
me TJ? Fifteen thousand dollars!”
Taryll suddenly
gripped his brother's shoulder and the car swerved.
“Taryll!”
Leanza cried cautiously, as TJ managed to right the vehicle with a
loud screech of tires.
“I got
physically ill. I was hot all over, thought I was gonna throw up! And
here's the kicker. Here's the motherfucking kicker!” Taryll
threw his head back and laughed maniacally.
“I see Veda
with a charge card. And on the card is MY name. Taryll Adren
Jackson, big as day. I don't have a charge card for Static Shock!
That...that...that bitch took one out in my goddamn name!”
He half snorted,
half choked and perturbed, Leanza had a hand to her mouth, staring
ahead, afraid to look on Taryll, as his voice started to escalate and
grow shrill.
“We sparked up
right there. I tried to explain to her I couldn't afford that kind of
mess right then and then she tried to make a fool of me saying 'If
you sold more expensive houses you could'. Honestly, I don't
know what the hell happened after that for a while. I got so mad I
saw red and I know I said something I probably shouldn't have cause
she slapped me--”
“She put her
hands on you?”
For the first
time since his tirade began, TJ made noise.
“Who the hell I
look like? Ike Turner?” Taryll simpered. “You know I don't put my
hands on women! If Veda was a man for five minutes, it'd be a
different story, but I don't put my hands on women, no matter how
much they tap dance on my last good nerve! But yeah she hit me cause
my cheek was on fire, and was like 'You can walk your
cheap ass home'!”
His hand slipped
from TJ's shoulder.
“I'm
cheap! I'm cheap when I'm bending over backwards like a
Chinese acrobat to please her! But I'm cheap!” He grunted
and fell against the seat, jostling Leanza as he punched the back of
tt.
“And that's
where you found me: sitting outside the mall like an old wet food
stamp.”
“I'm...I'm very
sorry you have it so hard...” Leanza offered sweetly, reaching back
and patting at his knee, Taryll covering his face with both hands and
moaning.
“I don't
know how much more of this I can take...really. I really don't. I've
thrown away two years of my life already. I can't keep throwing them
away on a woman I'm miserable with....”
The car grew
quiet, and in the dim distance, the lights surrounding the
artificially antiqued bricked perimeter of the Gaslight Addition
Gated Community came into view.
As the car passed
beneath the lighted arch, Taryll whimpered audibly, but said no more,
as dozens of houses, in an array of colors and trims, almost all
being one-story, Craftsman bungalows, flew past.
The Gaslight
Addition seemed a strange choice for a twenty-something single man,
as most of the homes contained families with small children or
elderly couples enjoying the last years of their lives together.
But it was where
Taj Jackson had chosen to hang his hat and all in all, it was a nice,
friendly, safe sort of surrounding for a man living on his own.
Soon Taj's house,
in the middle of the third “street” over from the entrance, came
into view, his porch light flooding most of the front of the house
and yard.
A cute home it
was, in tan limestone with wooden details painted to match, trimmed
in a a deep teal, a color that was carried over in his simple metal
mailbox with “Jackson” sprouting from the top in swirling script.
TJ's PT Cruiser
came to a coasting halt in the driveway, beside Taj's midnight blue
Toyota Corolla, the headlights catching his vanity plate : Real 1.
Once the car was
shut off, the three sat in silence a long uncomfortable moment.
TJ broke the ice,
questioning of his brother,
“You straight,
Taryll?”
“Yeah...yeah,
I'm straight.” Came the slow reply with a sniffle. “I need this.
Just sit, throw back a couple of brewskis and get lost in some
movies.”
“Alright,
then.” TJ stated grimly, leaning over Leanza to open her door
first, before letting himself out.
Taryll was the
last out, putting that cap on his head, though it was only a forty
foot walk to up to the front door.
His eyes
glistened wetly, though no tears fell.
“Damn, is it
getting colder?” Taryll grumbled as the trio jogged up onto the
porch, and TJ, one hand clutching Leanza's, raised the other mashing
the bell, with it bonging loudly.
And from
somewhere inside, a chipper voice called,
“Come on in!
Door's open!”
“You heard the
man!” TJ chuckled, turning the brass knob on the heavy oak and
stained glass door, holding it open for Leanza to enter first, a rush
of warm air, flowing over them, as they stepped inside the airy,
sprawling home.
It was cozy, neat
home, decorated in deep neutrals.
Family portraits
scattered the walls.
The men as boys
with their parents, grandparents and extended family of nearly ten
aunts and uncles, and too many cousins to count.
“Taj Jackson!”
TJ announced, removing his knit cap and immediately Leanza's hands
were in his wild mop, trying to tame his curls. “Where you at,
Brother?”
Several yards
away, down a straight-shoot hall, the door leading to the kitchen in
the rear of the home, swung and through it a man sauntered, wide grin
on his round, chipmunk-cheeked face.
Very much like
Taryll and TJ, Taj Jackson was an exceedingly handsome man, appearing
as something of a combination of his two younger siblings.
While his
complexion was fairer like Taryll's, Taj strongly favored their
father, his features broad, in a somewhat flat face, with ears that
stuck out like jug handles, flashing, smokey eyes and a curling
mouth.
Unlike his
brothers, though, whom wore their hair in the curls they had been
born with, Taj's wore his hair styled into small plaits, which Leanza
still couldn't decide if they were synthetic or actually crafted from
his real hair—which was curly. (At least that was how it appeared
in his boyhood photos.)
Over time the
braids had varied length from barely brushing the tops of his ears to
falling past his shoulders and had once been interwoven with strands
of coppery red.
But tonight, his
black braids fell into something of a tapered bob, curving in towards
his cheeks, a few in his eyes, eyes which danced in mischief as he
approached them.
“Whoa, ho,
ho...” He chortled making a bee-line for Leanza hands on his
hips and in combination of being the shortest Jackson brother, and
her wearing high-heeled boots, Taj had to look upwards at her.
“TJ, what in
the hell is this? You dating Diana Ross now? Girl, wearing
thirty-three animal carcasses! A fur coat? Lee, we're watching
movies, not going to a Hollywood premiere!”
Behind her, TJ
and Taryll snickered and tossing her head, not truly offended,
Leanza, grabbed onto the collar of the coat Taj was wearing, twisting
him back and forth.
“You're one to
talk! A leather trench, Taj? Really?” She returned the
tease. “Walking around looking like the Highway Flasher!”
“She's got
jokes!” Taj beamed, pulling back suddenly, and loosening the belt
of the coat. “Maybe I will flash!”
“We're
about to go blind if he's naked for real!” Taryll
hollered and the room erupted, with Taj calling back over the din
stubbornly,
“You're just
jealous!”
“Bull!”
The jacket was
flapped open and instead of an unclothed, golden body, Taj was
dressed casually in a striped oxford and relaxed-fit jeans.
“Why are you
wearing a leather trench coat indoors anyway?” Taryll wondered
coming forward and giving Taj a manly hug, followed by TJ.
“Because I was
out in the backyard. I had to 'walk' Cujo, with your nosy ass!” He
smiled shrugging out of the coat and draping it over his arm. “Then,
I was in the kitchen giving him his kibble and water.”
Brushing past
Taryll he opened the front hall closet and hung the coat, which the
others took as their cue to remove their outerwear.
“Did you really
have to name that mutt Cujo?” Leanza shuddered, and instead of
removing her coat, pulled it more tightly around her. “Every time
you call his name it makes me feel like he's gonna come bounding and
eat me alive!”
“You're gonna
sprout feathers and start clucking if you keep acting like a chicken
Lee!” Taj was putting TJ's coat away.
“You've got
nothing to worry about! The real Cujo, like in the movie was a St.
Bernard. My dog is a Burnese Mountain dog. Plus the real one had
rabies; my dog doesn't eve have fleas! I just named him after
the other one, because Cujo is one of my favorite horror
films. You know, Stephen King is my favorite horror writer. If I
hadn't gone into real estate, I might have dabbled in writing
myself...”
Chin on her
shoulder, TJ kissed her cheek, pointing out.
“Lee, you
haven't just met Taj! You know he has all of Stephen King's books and
movies and even that autograph he got when he met him at that Horror
Convention in Maine...”
“Pops grounded
that ass for an entire month over that!” Taryll doubled over as his
brother snatched his coat. “Dude was only thirteen and hopped a
Greyhound from Fortuna clean across the country to Bangor!”
“Well, how did
I know Mom and Pops were going to call the police in to look for me?”
Taj threw his head scornfully, braids swishing and stepped behind
Leanza to take her coat.
“Taj!”
TJ slapped a hand to his forehead. “You were gone for sixteen
days,man!”
“They didn't
know if someone had abducted you or what!”
Staggering,
Taryll dropped down into one of the green suede armchairs hollering
he was laughing so hard.
“Hey, they
found me, though, and we flew back home the same day! Plus I met
King, so it was worth it.”
“You're nuts.”
Taryll snorted like a hog. “You wouldn't have caught me going
across country behind a writer.”
“Let's not
forget the time you and that knucklehead friend of yours Lanny, tried
to ride a cab to El Segundo to see Apollonia--”
“But I stayed
in California. And after seeing that chick in Purple Rain,
I'd have ridden on a burro for her...” Taryll trailed off
thoughtfully. “We didn't even make it past the city limits before
Uncle Michael rolled up, got out hollered at us, brought us home,
then tagged Pops so he could wail too!”
“Did you break
out to go see anyone?” Leanza, pleased the mood was lifting turned
to TJ.
“Nope, I've got
sense!” TJ guffawed, Taj rolling his eyes and moving back behind
Leanza.
“Of course, TJ
was the goody two shoes of the family!”
“Yeah, but I
never got grounded once!”
“And you wonder
why we beat your shrimpy ass every time no one was looking!”
His hands were on
Leanza's shoulders pulling the heavy fur off, revealing her elaborate
black ensemble.
“A leather
skirt? And you went upside my apple head about my trench, Lee--”
Taj had started to make another snide remark, when TJ, running
damage control, practically fell into his ear, whispering rapidly.
Though Leanza
couldn't hear all the details, she did hear Veda's name mentioned
several times.
“...so she's
not going to be joining us tonight...”
TJ wrapped up,
and both glanced at Taryll, who was no longer paying them any
attention; he was busy fooling with the stack of King books on top of
Taj's coffee table, picking up Nightmares and Dreamscapes and
flipping through it but not reading anything.
(Author's
Note: Nightmares and Dreamscapes is my favorite King book, which I do
own a copy of!)
Leanza turned in
time to catch Taj's expression, chubby cheeks shining, lips twisting
smugly, with him staring at TJ at out the corners of his eyes.
“It's no
snot out of my nose...” Taj scoffed, dropping his voice as he
pulled a hanger for Leanza's mink.
“I didn't
want to put up with that gold-digging heifer anyway...”
Leanza stared,
mouth slightly parted as Taj took extra care to hang her expensive
garment.
Taj was the most
chipper, happy-go-lucky man she knew and in seven years she couldn't
ever recall having heard him say a bad word against anyone, let alone
a female.
Turning back, his
eyes met hers.
“Excuse me,
Leanza, if you heard that last remark.” He apologized politely,
showing the good upbringing he and his brothers had received, where
they hastened to refrain from even swearing in front of her or any
other woman.
“...she's a
very kinky girl....the kind you don't take home to mother...”
Across the room,
a very muffled version of Rick James' Super Freak began and
the source soon revealed itself.
Tossing the
Nightmares book back on the pile, Taryll, in a long-sleeved
thermal tee with a microphone printed on the front dug into his
pocket, coming up with his cell.
Pressing it to
his ear, he stated coldly,
“I don't
want to talk to you.”
“Oh shit!”
Taj and TJ grunted in unison faces shriveling up.
“Here we go...”
Leanza ran a hand through her hair, eyes growing.
“No...No
Veda!” Taryll leapt to his feet. “No, you left me at the
mall! You abandoned me! Outside in the cold! You got in your car—that
I'm still paying notes on every month—and drove your happy ass
away. Now you want to call and check on me? Giiiiiiiiiiiiiirl....No,
I'm not still at the damn mall! Hell nah, I'm not telling you where I
am! I don't want to see you! You didn't care what the hell happened
to me when drove off. I don't know why you're trying to act like you
care now!...”
Taryll scowled,
angry color flooding his face.
“When am I
getting home? You want to know when I'm getting home? All of a sudden
you're worried about me and my well-being? Paint my yellow ass
shocked, Veda.” He scoffed, taking the phone from his ear and
holding it underneath his mouth protruding several inches from his
face in angst..
“I'll get
there...when I get there. Could be tonight,
could be in the morning...I don't know. Deuces.”
The call was
abruptly disconnected, with Taryll staring down at the device in his
hand. He pressed the phone again, a farewell tone playing, as he shut
it off.
Tucking it back
in his pocket, Taryll sat, staring into space, his hand coming up to
massage his head once again.
The other three
stared on grimly.
* * *
“...there's
deep-dish pepperoni and supreme pizzas, parmesan garlic knots,
mozzarella sticks and a s'mores dessert pizza with a graham cracker
crust if you want something sweet to rot a couple of teeth out your
skull!”
Taj announced,
indicating the array of still steaming boxes, fresh from Calabrese's
Pizzeria, arranged in a line across the granite top of the island in
the center of his kitchen.
“There's plenty
of cold Berlin's Best in the fridge, and Lee..” He paused, opening
the door to his pantry on the far end of the room. “I know you
don't like beer, so I got some of those fruity wine coolers you
like...Lee? Leanza?”
While Taryll and
TJ had begun opening boxes, Taryll pushing an entire greasy knot in
his mouth, Leanza hadn't moved from beyond the door.
In fact, she
clung to it, staring not at Taj, but at the beast standing obediently
at his side.
Cujo, a graceful,
beautiful dog, panted softly, tongue out as he idled next to Taj's
legs. Jet black with a snowy underside, the tiniest red marks set
above his dark eyes, giving the look of brows on the animal, and
along the sides of his mouth. A spiked collar adorned his big throat.
“She's still
scared of Cujo...” TJ stated the obvious through a mouth of cheese
and pepperoni. “You've had that dog three years, and still don't
want to be in the same room as it.”
“Cujo won't do
anything to you...” Taj reached into the pantry, coming back with
several paper plates and a stack of napkins.
The dog started
after him and pointing to the dog's nook beside the pantry where a
wicker bed and toys along with his food and water bowls were nestled,
Taj ordered sternly,
“Nein!
Sich ducken!”
(Translation:
No! Sit down!)
Conceding, Cujo
backed off and sat in the center of his bed.
“I still won't
understand why that dog only answers to German.” TJ crossed the
room and unwillingly, Leanza allowed herself to be pulled to the
island.
“I had him
trained in both languages...” Taj shrugged, handing out tall cans
of beer to the men. “He took to German over English. I'm just glad
I know German since I took that semester in West Germany in '89.
Still can't believe I was there to see the Wall fall!”
“Dog's a
Nazi... ”
Taryll said in a
singsong tone and a knot bounced off his high forehead pitched
perfectly from his brother's hand.
“Ouch,
that's still hot!”
“Hey, just what
movies are we watching tonight anyway?” TJ, trying to change the
topic interjected, one hand firmly on Leanza's backside as he pointed
out what he wanted, as she prepared his plate for him.
Taj, opening a
bright pink, Tutti-Frutti wine cooler for Leanza chuckled.
“Something to
knock your hair bone straight! Took a lot of wheeling and dealing,
but I got my hands on the Scared Stiff trilogy--”
“Kzzzzzt!”
On the opposite
end of the island, Taryll, whom had had his beer tilted to his mouth,
choked suddenly.
The can was
slammed down, with him exclaiming excitedly, hazel eyes swelling.
“Scared
Stiff? Taj, you got the Scared Stiff movies? All of them?
No shit? You got Scared Stiff?”
“Aw man! Hell
yeah!” TJ and Taryll slapped each other a high five.
“Yoo-hoo...”
Leanza waved a black finger for attention. “What is Scared
Stiff?”
“You'll like
this, since your dressed like Elvira...” Taj snorted, and Leanza
wrinkled her nose at him.. “It's something like Tales From the
Crypt. You know a bunch of short horror stories—five to each
movie—but its much scarier, more graphic. Just straight up nasty...
I love it!” Taj cackled adding.
“TJ wet himself
when we first saw it!”
“Shut up!” TJ
said grimly, as the foursome picked up their plates and beverages.
“Well, I'm sure
something creepy like that would scare a little boy.” Leanza
reasoned, the door being held for her.
“Little?
The hell you mean little?” Taryll threw his head back. “TJ
was seventeen!”
“I thought I
said shut up!” TJ repeated to which Taryll retorted,
“Shut doesn't
go up!”
Looking over her
shoulder back at TJ, his handsome face darkening with shame, she
couldn't stop herself from picking at him.
“Don't fret,
I'll protect you!”
“Lee!” He
wailed as his brothers busted up.
Midway down the
hall, a marker for Taj Jackson's pride and joy, outside of his
thoroughbred mutt, was illuminated.
Over a set of
polished doors, the word Theatre was flashing in red neon, and
through them, the steps led down to Taj's converted basement.
Following a dim
descent, the stairs gave way to a larger wood-paneled room.
Two rows of
seats, made to seat up to a dozen, were more akin to oversized hide
away beds, huge rectangles of plush oatmeal colored upholstery, with
a wide back like a couch, and an arm rest on each end. Six people
could be seated, comfortably, shoulder to shoulder with plenty of
stretching space.
In front of each
row, a long low table set for convenience, before a huge screen that
ran the length of the far wall, flanked by stacked speakers, that
were repeated in the back corners for surround sound.
Taj Jackson had
always been a horror movie junkie and though they went unseen behind
hidden panels scattered about the theatre, hundreds of VHS tapes and
DVDs were stored, ready to be picked up and watched at a moment's
notice.
Over the years
Leanza had been a guest to Taj's infamous movie nights, some of which
could stretch for days, such as the weekend he decided to screen all
of the Nightmare on Elm Street films.
“Everyone get
comfortable...” Taj informed them, stopping long enough to set his
overflowing plate and beer on the table in the front row, and kicking
his black loafers off, continuing to the tiny cubicle containing the
players to load up the first film.
Instead of a
traditional projector and screen, Taj employed a custom-made,
Jumbotron television and had the players hooked to it, ensuring the
best picture possible.
The sound of
tapes falling and cases clattering filled an otherwise quiet
atmosphere, as Taryll immediately kicked his sneakers off without
bothering to untie them and plopped down, taking up the closest
armrest, brew in hand, and plate on his lap.
“Upsy-daisy,
Baby.” TJ announced, lifting Leanza with ease, smooching her mouth
as he gently placed her into the center of the seat, drawing a giggle
from her.
“Silly!” She
smiled, raking a hand through his coils as TJ stooped and was
slipping her boots off.
Her smile dried
up as she caught Taryll peering at the two of them, eyes huge in his
slim face his mouth mashed into a line of clear resentment.
Perhaps they were
flaunting their more pleasant relationship in front of him a bit too
much.
The gaze was
interrupted when TJ, his shoes falling to the floor, slid up beside
her, placing their plates on their respective laps and draped an arm
around her, hugging Leanza to him.
“You guys ready
for the first installment of Scared Stiff all
the way from 1988?” Taj came jogging back, a small remote
control in his hand, and dove backwards, landing on the other end of
the couch, taking up the other armrest.
“Yeah! Yeah!
Woo! Turn it on! Scared Stiff!” Cheers and applause broke as
via the remote, the lights dimmed, eventually going out and shrouding
the room in blackness.
Soon the theatre
was lit by the glow of the enormous screen, and to the tune of almost
stereotypical creepy music, the film opened on a group of five
teenagers, picking their way through an even more stereotypical old,
decrepit graveyard lit by nothing more than the glow of the full moon
overhead.
Resting her head
against TJ's shoulder, Leanza inhaled his briny, tropical cologne and
settled in to enjoy the film.
If only all the
thrills would have stayed on the screen.
An Hour Later
CRASH!
BOOM! CRASH! CRASH!
“...look
that chick fell! I told you she was gonna fall! Someone always has to
fall down!”
“And she
twisted her ankle too? Look she's holding it and crying! Ha! Uh-Oh,
here come the Ax-Wielding Slasher!”
BOOM!
BOOM! BOOM!
“Run, bitch!
Ruuuuuun! You about to die!”
“Get up! Get
up! Girl, get up—aw shit!”
“He's
coming! Look he got the bloody ax! He's coming!I'd be hauling so much
ass!”
“I wouldn't
have my Black ass there to start with!”
CRASH!
“He
cut right through the door!”
“Say good
night!”
“Good night?
Say a prayer! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
CLONK!
“Yow! That's
gonna leave a mark”
“Woo-hoo!
Knocked her head clean off her shoulders!”
“Damn, that
is nasty! Look! You can see her brain! Ew, it's pulsating!”
All
around her, the three brothers chomped on greasy goodies, threw back
more suds than could be counted and were enjoying themselves,
trash-talking at the screen as the film progressed.
The
story was quite different for Leanza Cornell.
Midway
through the first Scared Stiff, as the title denoted, Leanza
was completely that.
Somewhere
during the first vignette , as told by one of the teens in the group,
she had seen walking in the graveyard at the start of the movie, TJ's
arm had slipped from around her shoulders as he and his siblings
became so engrossed with the gory scenes splattering the screen, all
three were leaning forward earnestly.
And
now, while the brothers were quite literally on the edges of their
seats, TJ and Taj sitting upright, socked feet on the floor, Taryll
Indian-style, plate on his lap, greedily working on his fifth slice
of pizza, and third can of Berlin's Best beer, Leanza's plate and
wine cooler sat untouched on the table.
Leanza
also remained where TJ had placed her against the back of the lounge,
hands pressed to her face, hiding from the debacle onscreen.
All
she had seen of the film was a boy's eyes flying out his head when a
swinging beam at a “haunted” construction site had whacked him
on the noggin. And that was all she had needed.
A
teeny yelp had popped from her dark matte lips and she'd been kissing
her palms ever since.
“I
tell you, fellas, the story with the ax murderer is the best part of
the whole picture!” Taj snorted, gnawing on a cheese stick. “I
mean. he was lopping heads left and right! Kick ass and taking names!
Best shit ever...”
Taj's
merry chewing slowed to a halt, as he caught sight of Leanza cowering
a few feet away.
Silently,
he gave TJ a light punch to the shoulder for attention and jerked a
thumb back to her.
“Oh!”
Immediately,
TJ was hoisting himself across the cushions to her aid.
“Lee?
Baby? You okay?” He questioned softly off into her ear, wrapping
his arms around her, a gesture that did offer the frightened young
woman a modicum of ease.
TJ
was so strong and solidly built...that salty, oceanic aroma floating
from him.
“Mmm-mmm!”
The head shook violently, and warm lips pressed her forehead.
“You're
trembling, don't be afraid...that's what I'm here for...” TJ
assured her, his lips moving down over her hands, kissing at her
knuckles. “...come on, it's just a movie...bad actors in worse
effects makeup...take them down...Lee...Leanza....”
“The
hell you mean “bad actors”? This film is great!” Taj objected,
pop tab on another can of beer hissing.
Very,
very gently, TJ tugged the hands from her face, smiling when he saw
she kept her darkened lids clamped shut.
“Sugar...open
your eyes....you have such lovely eyes...all pretty and brown...”
TJ
Jackson did have the most undeniable knack for calming her nerves.
His
lips graced her lids, and reluctantly, Leanza's eyes fluttered
open...
...just
in time to see an elderly man take a shotgun blast to the face, a
huge, gaping hole tearing through his head!
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!”
Leanza's
shriek sliced through the room with ear-splitting clarity, with TJ,
closest to her, instinctively clapping his hand over his ears,
catching Taryll off guard as he put his plate back on the table,
causing him to fall out onto the floor, legs in the air, grunting and
Taj roaring at the entire spectacle.
In
the distance, Cujo howled.
“I'm
getting out of here!”
Pushing
TJ away, Leanza started to scoot for the edge of the seat despite
protests,
“Lee!
Really? We're not even done with the first movie!”
“There's
still two more to go! Don't chicken out now!”
“You can't
leave! We're having fun!”
“Aw come
back--”
“Will
someone help my ass up off this goddamn floor!”
Reaching
the edge, Leanza started to propel herself onto her feet.
“No--”
RIP!
Her
movement ceased, a sudden draft touching her thighs.
Staring
down in more horror than anything on the flickering screen could
inspire, Leanza cried,
“My
skirt!!!!!”
Standing,
all eyes first went to her mortified face, then to the tattered
garment.
Her
skirt, decorated with a diagonal zipper running from the waist to the
hem had split, exposing her legs and most of the bottom of her teddy.
“I've
got you, Lee!” TJ quickly came to the rescue, throwing off his
sweater and tying it around her hips, hiding her indecency before his
brothers.
“That
was a seventeen-hundred dollar...” Leanza couldn't finish her
statement for embarrassment.
“We'll
have it repaired, it's alright...” He was smooching the top of her
head to appease her.
“Damn!”
Her face was again hidden by her hands.
“Taj,
do you have something she can cover up in? She'll die of heat
exhaustion if she puts that fur back on in this warm house!” TJ
asked, untucking the bottom of his own white tee, looking to his
older sibling.
In
the darkness, Leanza could make out Taj staring at her legs, cheese
stick dangling from his lips like a cigar.
“Tariano!”
TJ
hissed his elder sibling's true name and blinking he came back to the
real world, pressing the rest of the stick into his mouth.
“I...I
have a robe in the closet in my room...you're welcomed to it, Lee.
Not the striped terry one on my bathroom door, that goes on my wet
ass after a shower. There's a nicer one in the back of the closet.
Royal blue silk--”
“Silk?
Who are you, Hugh Hefner?” Taryll, finally getting up, giggled and
Taj snapped,
“I
like nice things!”
To
Leanza he waved a hand, and gave a condoning nod.
Hanging
onto the sweater for dear life, Leanza excused herself.
Once
she reached the steps, she all out sprinted up them and down the
short corridor just shy of the kitchen door,passing into Taj
Jackson's master bedroom.
It
was a plain, neat, unassuming room, dressed in charcoal grey, the
comforter on his bed embroidered with a massive “T” in
contrasting red.
On
the bedside table, his coveted autograph from Stephen King was
displayed in a frame, along with a photo of him kneeling beside Cujo
in front of his home.
Stopping,
Leanza saw first the striped robe on the shut bathroom door, and next
to it, the door to the closet.
In
no time, she had located the silk robe, and for a man as low-key as
Taj seemed, the robe was fancy, almost foppish, a brilliant blue
silk, trimmed on the collar, cuffs and down the front in dotted
satin.
Tossing
it across the foot of the bed, Leanza removed her boyfriend's
sweater, damaged skirt and turtleneck, remaining only in her teddy.
“Seventeen
hundred dollars and this only the third time I've worn that skirt
since last Christmas!”
She
lamented to herself, certain the repair would cost a pretty penny.
Running
a hand through her silken strands carelessly, a black mass out the
corner of her eye drew her attention.
In
her haste, Leanza hadn't closed the door.
And
sitting, panting softly, head cocked to side, eyeing her, was Cujo.
Her
mouth went drier than the Sahara, eyes swelling, as the creature rose
and started to pace towards her.
“Taj...”
The
first time her voice was barely above a whisper, with her jumping
back and up onto Taj's bed staggering, as she hadn't realized it was
a waterbed.
The
mattress sloshed beneath her and she struggled to maintain her
balance.
Cujo
paused a moment, then leapt easily onto the bed (which he routinely
slept on the foot off with his master) in which, Leanza dove off
backing into the far corner her voice finding her,
“Taj
Jackson! Taj! Taj, come here! Oh, Taj, hurry, damn it!”
Cujo
jumped down from the bed and was inching closer.
Leanza,
pressed against the corner could only turn her head from certain
doom.
“Taj,
please!”
She
could feel the dog's hot, moist breaths on her knees!
“Cujo,
NEIN!”
Over
the sound of her rapidly beating heart and Prayer of Absolution,
Leanza heard Taj order his pet.
“SICH
DUCKEN...Cujo...CUJO!”
Taj's
hand curled around the spiked collar of his hound and he lingered a
moment, observing Leanza.
She
was still braced in the corner, visibly shaking, head turned.
Wearing
that skimpy teddy, skimming over her curves and in the slightly
cooler atmosphere of the bedroom, the nipples, perched on her round,
up-standing breasts, appearing much larger than he had guessed long
ago, pressed, making obvious points in the fabric.
Sleepy
brown eyes glided down the figure, the plump, tender, moisturized and
gleaming legs, smooth, toned and impossibly long.
They
came back up to her face, painted in so darkly, yet so sweet and
cherubic, like a youngster attempting to look older than their given
age.
She
always did have her makeup done so expertly, like a pop star.
The
mocha colored faced framed by the black strands.
His
nostrils flared; he could smell her floral eau de parfum.
She
always did smell of fresh flowers...like a spring bouquet.
Stooping,
Taj whispered to the great beast in German and obeying, Cujo was
gone.
Eyeing
her a second longer, Taj squatted, retrieving the robe that had
fallen to the floor in the scuffle, wondering,
“C-Cujo
didn't bite you or anything, did he?”
Slowly
the eyes opened and seeing the dog was nowhere to be seen, Leanza put
a hand to her chest, shaking her head.
“No...just
scared the hell out of me...God...” She whimpered, as Taj
opened the robe for her.
His
head was turned from her, eyes up at the beamed ceiling, appearing to
make a conscious effort to not look at her unclothed body...now.
“I'm
sorry about that, really. I let Cujo roam the rest of the house since
we were in the theatre. I didn't expect he'd bother you...” He
commented as she neared him.
“I
didn't think I'd ruin my damn skirt tonight, thank you.” Leanza
chuckled, slipping her arms into the sleeves of the robe, missing the
fact, that closer to her, Taj inhaled her scent, wafting off her head
and skin, eyes closing rapturously, tongue moistening his lips.
“Accidents
happen.” He remained behind her, gazing downward at the slim
buttocks poised before him, less than an inch from colliding with his
groin, as she secured the braided belt around her thin waist.
With
the differences in their frames, Taj's robe ran a few sizes too large
for Leanza and swallowed her up in extra material.
“Yeah,
but I sure yelled--”
Leanza
stiffened, voice breaking.
His
hand was cupping her backside.
The
two stood in silence a long moment, with Leanza staring into the
distance,
“What...what
are you doing, Tariano?”
His
hand slipped away slower than she would have liked.
“I'm...I'm
sorry Lee....I didn't mean to do it. I swear....”
Taj's voice dropped remorsefully behind her, and his braids brushed
the back of her head as he lowered his.
“It's
just...I like to see a girl in my clothes...I...I forgot myself.”
Turning,
she saw he'd crossed his arms over his chest, staring at the floor.
“I've been
alone so long, since me and Sofia went sour...”
Leanza
nodded with understanding, remembering the disastrous split shortly
after Taj's birthday that had rocked him to his very foundation. Not
only had Sofia been unfaithful to him, a misdeed in and of itself,
but she left Taj for another woman, adding more insult to
injury!
It
was enough to crush any man's ego to powder.
For
several months Taj had sank into a crippling depression, one so deep
that for a while the entire Jackson family was concerned for Taj's
mental stability.
He
didn't eat, didn't sleep, and had laid out on his couch for weeks at
a time.
Taj
was only drawn out of his miserable haze, when his father had given
Cujo to him as a puppy.
That
had been years ago and since then, Taj's only companion had been his
dog.
“...you...you
always look so pretty, and are always so nice to me...you're so
sweet. Always have been. Even back in the day when you were a
kid...always treated me with kindness and respect...”
He
mumbled, and knowingly, Leanza put a hand up, tucking his braids
behind one ear.
“I...I
couldn't help myself Lee...really..I'm so sorry...”
He
continued mumbling, and she petted his cheek.
“Its
alright. People get weak. Just don't make it a habit--”
His
hands, large and warm were on her shoulders, weighing them down.
His
eyes, dark and somber met hers for a split second.
“Taj--!”
His
name was muffled as his lips, damp and searingly hot, began to pummel
hers.
Instantly
her hands were on his chest in an effort to shove him off , his arms
wrapping her as a preventative measure, keeping her against him.
Embracing
her tighter, Taj's mouth bore down on hers, his tongue making an
unsuccessful attempt to press past Leanza's.
Her
mind fairly screamed at her to get him off her, get away from him,
punch him, kick him, scratch him.
Scream
for TJ, something, before Taj went too far!
Fighting
against him, Leanza tried desperately to align herself in a way to
knee him in the crotch.
Shuffling
with her, Taj parted his legs to steady himself and Leanza geared up
to knock a ball out his ass.
“Hey,
we're out of pizza, I'm gonna order some more, what do you guys
want?”
Cell
in hand, Taryll came strolling through the door.
Taj's
head flew up, though he kept his arms around Leanza, and he stared
back at his sibling, eyes huge.
In
the doorway, Taryll's eyes were just as large.
“Bro...”
He stammered coming closer, mouth hanging, his eyes darting betwixt
the two.
Chest
heaving, Taj exclaimed,
“It's
not what it looks like Taryll! It's not--”
“The
hell it's not!” Taryll argued, finger pointing, keeping his voice
low. “You were kissing Lee!”
His
hand grasped her wrist and thankfully, Taryll pulled Leanza from
Taj's clutches, placing an arm around her shoulders.
“What
are you doing man?” Taryll scolded, head shaking in
dissatisfaction. “She's TJ's girlfriend! She's been his girlfriend
since they were kids! Have you lost your damn mind?”
“I
don't know! I don't know! I don't know!” Taj whined,
dropping down onto the foot of his bed, holding his head in his
hands.
“I've...I've
been alone so long! So many years! I know it's wrong! I know she's my
baby brother's girl! But I'm a man too, Taryll! She's attractive!
She's beautiful! She's so nice! I just told her that! I didn't mean
it! I just...I just...”
He
didn't finish his thought, only clutched at his braids and groaned
miserably.
“Well,
yeah, Lee's beautiful, anyone with eyes can see that, but
that's no reason to lose your head about it.” Taryll reasoned
waving a hand at Taj.
“It's
only natural to admire a beautiful woman. Lee's no exception. She's
always dressed and made up like a little supermodel...”
A
finely arched brow went up curiously at Taryll.
“...and
she always treats me like I'm an adult, not a fucking child...”
“Taryll!”
His
arm, draping her shoulder, was suddenly constricting around her
throat, holding her in a half-Nelson with him starting to bend over
her.
“No--”
It
was too late.
He
was kissing her, his mouth slightly less moist than Taj's had been,
but the flavor of beer was much more pronounced.
Black
nails with silver moons found their way into the furry flesh of
Taryll's arm, digging in deeply and raking hard enough to draw blood.
“Ow!”
He
grabbed at his injured appendage, but refused to let her go.
“TJ!
TJ! TJ!”
Leanza
cried, frantically twisting every which way to break free.
“HELP--”
She
was cut off, Taryll's hand clapping over her mouth.
“Don't
think I didn't notice you flirting with me earlier tonight...”
He growled into her face.
“Had your
hand all on my leg in the car! Acting like you were so concerned
about me!”
He
dipped her, shaking her like a rag doll.
Out
the corner of her eye, Leanza saw Taj stand, fingers flying, as he
loosened the buttons on his striped oxford.
Thrashing
as the severity of their intentions became apparent, her elbow
connected with Taryll's guts, and he was dropped like a hundred and
sixty pound sack of potatoes.
“OOOF!”
As
Taryll, on his hands and knees, winded, coughed loudly, Leanza jumped
him like a hurdle, screaming,
“TJ!
TITO JOE! TJ!”
No
sooner had Leanza passed through the door, than she collided with the
tall, thin frame of TJ Jackson in the hallway.
“Lee?
What's the problem, Baby?”
He
smiled at the reddened, wild face gaping back at him, not seeming to
notice anything was amiss as she flew into his arms, clinging to him
for dear life.
“Your...your
brothers...” She managed, pressing her face against his.
“What
about my brothers?” TJ's voice was calm.
Much
too calm for a man who's girlfriend had just run to him in a state.
“They...they...”
Leanza paused, staring up into his chiseled, handsome face.
His
thick brows were raised, mouth open just enough to show a glimpse of
his teeth.
There
was something...sneaky about his expression.
Looking
back, she saw that Taj had come to the door, his striped shirt
hanging open over a plain black tee.
Behind
him by a few feet, Taryll was tugging his thermal tee off, revealing
his bare chest and abdomen, balling the fabric in his hands.
“Were
they coming on to you?”
TJ's
voice was smooth as cream and eyes large as saucers, Leanza nodded.
“Yes...”
TJ
fell silent a long moment and Leanza found it peculiar he wasn't more
upset like she had expected. Why wasn't he cursing or hanging a size
thirteen shoe in someone's ass?
His
brothers...why they had almost...!
“You
can't blame them for being attracted to you...” Slipping behind
her, TJ placed hands on her shoulders, massaging them, sore from how
Taj had manhandled her. “You're sweet, and pretty, and have that
cute little accent to your voice when you speak.”
Leaning
he kissed her cheek..
“And
you've got to understand, both of my big brothers are going through a
rough patch as far as relationships go. Taj is seeking but not
finding--”
“That's
for damn sure.” He remarked under his breath, head lowered but
peeking up through his braids.
“--and
Taryll is having a difficult time with Veda at the moment--”
“That
trash is in on her way out.” The belt that had been cinching
the waist of Taryll's jeans was cast aside.
“You
know my brothers, Lee...you have since we were fourteen. Since we
were kids. You're friends... almost family...” His hands were
running the length of her arms.
“...and
for the last few months, us brothers have been talking. About...about
you Leanza.”
“Me?
What about me?”
She
glanced back at him curiously.
“We've
been talking about how solid our relationship is. Almost ten years.
And we wanted to try something...that is, if you're into it.”
TJ's
hands found the belt on the front of the robe and hovered over it.
Leanza's
eyes dropped to his hands then up to the plain, stoic, mildly dreamy
faces of the other two men in front of her.
Her
jaw dropped in shock, realization slapping her, and she choked,
“You
mean...you want me... and the three of you?”
She
turned to TJ,
“But
I'm your girlfriend! Yours!”
The
golden flecks in his eyes sparked with amusement.
“Of
course you are! And you will still be after this. Just...for a
while...until they find their own girlfriends, you'll,
um....you'll...”
Unable
to articulate himself correctly, TJ began to stammer.
Seeing
TJ starting to flounder, Taj supplied, shrugging out of his shirt and
tossing it from sight.
“You'll
help get me and Taryll 'get off' from time to time.”
“Get
off?” Leanza echoed, ears burning.
“It's
purely physical. We're not trying to bust up what you and TJ have...”
Taryll bent, pushing his trousers down, revealing black brief
underwear with mesh sides, showing off the taut, pale gold flesh of
his thighs.
A
very visible bulge dangled, a shadow of hair peeking from the low
waistband.
Taj's
black tee was off, falling to the floor.
His
head was still down, his hands at the waistband of his jeans, undoing
the fly.
The
loose pants fell to his ankles, uncovering a pair of deep violet
boxers.
“...we
really respect what you and TJ have.” Taj tossed his head, lips
puckering,eyes narrowing,
“But Taryll
and I have needs too...”
TJ's
hands were undoing the belt on her robe.
Taryll
brushed past Taj, his eyes vibrant green in his head with lust and
wanton.
“Don't
you want to do this, Lee? In seven years, you never thought about me
or Taj? Not once?”
A
smile creased her features and forgetting herself, Leanza admitted,
“Thinking
is one thing, doing is another—TJ!”
The
belt was undone, the robe opened and being pulled away, her tiny
underthings on display for all to see.
“You
don't have to be worried, Leanza...” TJ's mouth was on her neck,
sucking on her tender flesh, weakening her with each pass, shaking
his head so that his mouth bumped along the ridge of her right
shoulder, knocking the thin strap on it down.
“It'll
be our little secret.”
Hot
little pecks ran that ridge a second time.
Taryll
came forward, eyeing her hungrily, nibbling his bottom lip.
Hand
to her cheek, he kissed her second time, much more sweeter and less
abrasive than the first.
His
eyes peered into as he drew back, looking to his brother still behind
her.
“TJ...”
Deftly,
TJ's fingers were under the straps on the teddy and in seconds the
satin wafted to her ankles.
“Oh
my God!” Taj, quivering hand to his bare chest fell back
against the doorjamb, while Taryll, silent, his reaction measured
only by how dark his skin became, blood rushing to the surface, his
brows going up at the sight of Leanza's nude form.
Had
he lost the art of speech?
A
hand was extended to her and reluctantly, Leanza still reeling from
what she was consenting to, took it, his fingers intertwining with
hers.
Shaking
his head in disbelief, Taj took the other and the three started back
into the bedroom.
Over
her shoulder, Leanza saw TJ whipping his tee off, letting it drift to
the hall floor.
Nearer
the bed, Taj, looping arms around her waist, purposefully bouncing
her to see her bosom jiggle, he whispered at her, licking at the lobe
of her ear,
“We...we
know what you can do, Lee. Know what you like. TJ is a good boyfriend
to you, but he likes to talk a bit too much.”
TJ,
reduced to a pair of grey striped boxer-briefs, hugging onto his
strong thighs, was shutting the door, his eyes on the trio.
Taj
kissed her cheek.
“The
sweet ones are always the freaks.”
His
mouth was on hers again, tongue flicking hers, hands coming up,
gripping after her firm breasts.
Taryll
squatted down behind her, his hands on her buttocks, squeezing,
wiggling and smacking them.
“Jesus...”
She heard him grunt.
“Ow,
hey! Damn it!” Taj exclaimed as TJ, grabbed a hand full of his
plaits and pulled him back and away from Leanza.
A
lazy, carefree smile of arousal was on his lips, eyes heavy-lidded
and daring, as he took her in his arms, mouth on her, tongue sweeping
down her throat.
Taj,
watching solemnly leaned and picked up several of the throw pillows
on his bed and tossed them onto the floor.
Hands
went out, patting TJ and Taryll on the shoulder and the men fell in
line, Taj closest to the headboard, TJ in the middle and Taryll on
the end stood before her.
TJ's
hand took her chin and tilting her face upwards he commanded,
“We
want you to show us what else that pretty little mouth of
yours can do, Lee.”
Warming
all over, and allowing herself to...enjoy what was conspiring, Leanza
smiled devilishly, cooing,
“Yes, Sir.”
“I
can't stand it!” Taj's hands went to the sides of his boxers, and
TJ held it wrist.
“Let
her do it.”
“Her?”
Taj's head whipped around, cheeks bouncing to gaze on his brother, as
if he couldn't; fathom such an event, then down as Leanza sank to the
floor in front of him, rest on her knees on a large pillow.
He
clutched after his chest again, as small, painted hands gripped the
elastic, swiftly pulling them over his slender hips, setting the
hardened, swollen bits of him free.
From
a perfect triangle of wild black curls, Taj's manhood had risen,
solid and stiffened, running several shades darker than the rest of
his bronzy body, the mushroom tip an obscene shade of red.
Teasingly,
Leanza pressed her lips to the tip of it, Taj throwing his head back,
and grabbing onto TJ's arm for stability.
TJ's
shorts were the next to go, and like his brother, he was a “large”
man, though his bush had been cleared away, leaving behind a
triangular patch lighter than the rest of his sienna-hued form.
Playfully,
TJ whacked himself against her lips, drawing a giggle from her.
Taryll,
unable to wait his turn, tore his briefs himself, flinging them
across the room sling shot style.
His
pubic hairs had been tamed, mostly cleared away, save for an “arrow”
pointing downwards to his penis. A penis, thick and veiny soaring
skyward.
And
being stroked earnestly, as Leanza got to him.
He
stared down over his chest, and fledgling six-pack at her, brows up.
Finger
to her lips coyly, Leanza questioned,
“Do
you want--”
“YES!”
“Aw...aw...shit...aw...”
His
eyes fluttered shut and his lips pursed, as Leanza taking hold of his
girth, slipping it into the warmth moist, inviting depth of her
mouth.
“Feels
good?” She heard Taj ask and though Taryll didn't reply verbally,
he nodded his head so hard his entire body bounced.
“Yes!
Yes, Lee! Yes! That's it! That's it right there! Oh yes!”
Taryll
managed to grunt, the head starting to bob up and down on him, hands
holding onto his slim waist.
Her
eyes opened and she started up at him, snickering into his groin at
how he was grimacing and turning purple in the face.
He
shrieked as she pulled back and flicked the tip with her tongue,
falling om him again.
“Girrrrrrrrrrrl!
Lee!”
Sitting
back on her heels, she released him, poking at his smooth scrotum and
tossing her hair, she looked to the two loitering.
“You.”
A
finger was pointed to Taj, and like a panther she crawled to him.
“If
I don't make it, one of you take care of Cujo for me...”
Taj
pleaded, immediately collapsing to the bed, the mattress sloshing,
the mouth engulfing him.
“Ah!
Ah! Ah! Ugh! Ah!” He clawed at the bedding, hollering to the
rafters, Leanza suckling him.
An
unconscious response, he lifted his legs,opening them wider, and
resting her chin on his fuzzy balls, she took him all the way,
deep-throating him.
“Ah!
My dick! I'm blow all over the place. OH MY GOD!” Taj wailed,
sounding near tears, as Leanza was abruptly pulled away, her face
cradled in warm hands as TJ kissed around her face a moment, Taj
gulping for her.
“Goddamn,
the hell she do? Take lessons on sucking?”
“No...”
TJ was prying the little mouth open and forcing himself inside.
“She's just talented.”
His
hands intertwined on the back of her head and pumping his hips he
held her head stationary, doing the work.
“Fuck...”
Taryll was dropping to his knees behind her, running hands over her
back and pinching buttocks. “This ass...”
“Mmm!”
She moaned, feeling a finger slide between the cheeks.
Taj
was motionless, gazing upwards, mouth open.
“Suck
it....suck me....you like sucking....”TJ taunted holding her
face and peering deeply into her eyes. “You know how to suck me,
come on, Baby....yes....good and hard....yes...”
A
warm weight was on her back, Taryll nestling up behind her, spooning.
“Leanza...”
His breaths were hot and moist. “...I...I...I need to taste you,
Sugar...Taste the sweetness...”
Taj,
finally regaining his sanity, sat up, watching TJ getting his brains
blown somewhere into the next county and Taryll kissing at the base
of her neck.
“Fellas....Fellas...”
He called to them hoarsely, hand flapping against his chest so hard
it was clapping and leaving a red mark between his pecs. “Bed...get
her on the bed....”
Arm
around her waist, Taryll rose, pulling her free of TJ and giving her
a push, Leanza was helped onto the waving, shaky mattress of the
waterbed.
Lying
across the bed, short-ways, Taryll plucked her thigh.
“I
wasn't playing...” He informed her seriously, eyes fading from
green to brown. “I want to taste you, get up here...”
“Sit
on your face?” Leanza couldn't help but giggle, TJ bending to suck
on one of her nipples, Taj reaching around her, touching at the hot
little slit.
Their
touch was maddening and she could feel herself growing hotter than
Hell itself.
The
eyes widened at her.
“Ride
my face.” Taryll corrected her and laughing harder, Leanza ran a
hand over his chest and belly.
“What
if I come?”
“That's
what I'm aiming for—get up here!” Taryll repeated and complying,
Leanza, holding onto Taj's hands to keep her balance, she did, indeed
mount Taryll Jackson.
“Oh!
OH! Oh my God....Oh! Damn it, ugh! Taryll! Oh!”
She
whimpered, his mouth opening beneath her, arms circling her thighs to
keep her in place.
His
tongue, sharp and rough was flying, swirling and swiping around her.
Furthering
the sensation, she bucked her hips, feeling his little nose colliding
with her clit over and over.
“Yes,
she likes that...” TJ continued to play with her bosom with one
hand, the other tugging himself intermittently, resting o his knees
off to the side. “She likes to be eaten. Chocolate always has to
be eaten...before it melts!”
Struggling
to get off the bed, Taj stood eyes alert and glowing, his face coming
down to hers.
“Oh,
oh, Taryll! Tar—Taryll! Oh my! Stop! Please...Taryll!” The
dark eyes were snapped shut in ecstasy.
So
beautiful, so appealing to Taj.
Twirling
the length of her hair in his hand, he pulled her forward slightly,
kissing her deeply again, sucking on her lips, biting down on her
bottom one in particular.
And
like TJ, he was cradling her face in his hands.
“I
want to fuck you, Lee...” He spoke softly, brows raising behind
his braids. “May I fuck you?”
The
sensation of what Taryll was doing to her was becoming too much and
starting to burn up, Leanza's hands went into his braids, tugging,
“Yes!
Yes! I want you to fuck me! Yes!”
Taryll
was left quite literally licking air as Taj, with TJ's assistance,
pulled her up and back, laying her against what was left of the
pillows on the bed.
“Bad
girl... naughty girl... this is what you want?” TJ taunted,
pushing a hand down her body, his fingers finding their way between
her legs, two disappearing inside of her small, tightened hole.
“Don't, TJ!”
“You
want to be screwed? Get all the Jackson meat? Is that what you want?
Hmmm?”
“Yes...”
Leanza sighed, her hand around the back of his neck, pulling his face
to her, a smoldering peck being shared, TJ stroking her inner most
points.
“Greedy
girl...you've got three men at your disposal....”
Beside
them. Taj rifled in the top drawer of his bedside table, coming up
with a tube of KY Jelly.
While
Taryll hovered, planting kisses here and there on Leanza's thighs,
toying with himself, Taj, walking on his knee, reentered the bed.
With
a strict shove, Taryll was cast aside,
“Get
off, I need this more than anyone else in this damn room!” Taj
snarled, flipping the top on the tube back, and with a loud burp had
squeezed a considerable amount of the clear, viscous liquid into his
hand.
Tossing
the tube aside, he laid a damp hand on her neck, and unceremoniously,
pulled her from TJ, several inches over, propping her on a large
pillow.
Distributing
the lubricant over his engorged, scarlet cock, Taj hung back a
moment, head down, eyes glittering behind his braids as he stared
over Leanza's immaculate body, hand pounding his chest so hard it was
beginning to discolor with a bruise.
Their
eyes entangled as Taj began to lie on her, the weight of his body
pressing her further into the mattress.
Out
of the corner of her she could see Taryll squeezing a dollop of jelly
into his hand, throwing it to TJ, who did the same.
Taj's
hand gripped her chin, with him speaking into her face.
“I
hope I don't explode before I get it into you, Honey...”
His
hand slid up and over her mouth.
“Been so
long...need it so bad....”
Leanza
screamed into his clammy palm, as his eyes shut, mouth parting, he
plunged into her with the speed of a bullet, spreading her every
which way.
“Shit,
yeah! So tight! Lord! Yes! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!”
Her
cries muffled, Leanza could only stare up into the round face hanging
over her, braids bouncing, Taj finding his rhythm, thrusting into her
violently.
“Oh
girl! Girl! Goddamn! Girl! Grrrrrrrrr!”
“He
is tearing her up!” Leanza heard Taryll cackle somewhere out of
sight. “When was the last time he got some ass?”
“Ahhhhh!
Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Fuck! Son of a bitch! Goddamn—Hell!”
Taj's
hands left her mouth, going overhead, gripping the headboard,
allowing him to propel into her even harder.
Laid
out beneath him, Leanza, too caught up to utter a sound from the
beating he was bestowing on her, laid, her arms back and flopping,
mouth opened soundlessly.
“Motherfucker!
Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Ah!”
His
head fell back as he shouted obscenities at the ceiling,
“I
can't do this!” He cried suddenly, and was sliding himself
from Leanza, getting out of the bed on shaky legs, hands to his head,
“Taj! Why?
What's wrong?
“Bro! Have
you lost your damn mind?”
TJ
and Taryll, whom had been playing with themselves as they at watched,
called as Taj crossed the room to the door, rounded backside bouncing
in his haste, declared as he opened the door, eyes blazing with a mix
of shame and anger,
“I
was about to nut, and I don't want to nut that damn fast! Excuse
me...”
The
door shut and with him hollering ,
“Down
Cujo! I'm buck naked for crying out loud!”
“Hell,
I haven't “squished” for a couple weeks, all the feuding me and
Veda been doing. Wish that bitch would learn the meaning of the
words “shut up”! There's a hole in the shape of my ass on the
couch.” Taryll tossed his head with arrogance, hands on his hips
approaching the bed, speaking to TJ, but eyeing Leanza.
“If
the cream wants to come out the Twinkie, who am I to stop it?”
Leanza's
thumbs twiddled with apprehension when Taryll stopped short, bending
to retrieve the belt he'd thrown down earlier.
POP!
Doubling
the leather, he made the accessory clap, and automatically TJ was
tugging it away.
“Taryll,
I told your wild, horny ass you're not using the damn belt to whip
Leanza! You'll lose control and hurt her!”
“AH!
BASTARD!” Taryll screeched, his younger sibling laying the
strap into his side, causing him to bounce and dance for several
seconds. “I wasn't going to hit her that hard!”
“You
don't hit a woman, period. Especially my woman.” TJ threw
the belt into the far corner.
At
the spectacle, Leanza started to laugh, and stopped abruptly, when
Taryll's face, contorted with scorn, focused on her.
“Oh,
you think it's funny? You're laughing at me?” Taryll challenged,
picking his way into the bed beside her.
“No...”
Leanza was still smiling, the door opening, a more composed Taj
returning.
“You'll
think different once I get to mashing that booty, come on, Baby!”
Her
arm was taken, with Leanza being pulled to the around to the foot of
the bed, so that she faced TJ and Taj, standing several feet apart.
It
was the quiet before the storm.
“AH! AH! AH!
Tare! Tare! Taryll! Damn! Stop! Stop! Stop! I hate you! Damn! Oh my
God! Oh my! I hate you! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! UGH!”
Leanza
tore at the bedding, as behind her Taryll was consensually assaulting
her from behind, his hands wrapped around her waist, as he drove
himself into her over and over, ensuring she couldn't get away from
him.
“You
don't hate me! You love me! Say my name! What's my name! Say my
name!”
“Arrrrrrgh!
Taryll! Taryll! Taryll! God....damn....it!”
She shrieked, perspiration starting to shimmer at her hair line and
slide, so attractively down her forehead.
“No!
Oh no! TJ no! Not now!” She pleaded, the bulbous head of his
penis being pushed against her lips.
“Yes...yes
now...” TJ insisted, gazing downwards, his brow furrowing,
tongue running around his lips. “Please Lee... Please Sugar...
Please...”
With
the way Taryll was relentlessly ramming at her, she only hoped she
wouldn't bite down on her lover and castrate him!
TJ
stood, holding her hair up and out the way, using the propulsion
force of Taryll's thrusts and the sloshing of the mattress, to guide
her up and down his shafts, balls banging her chin.
“Lee!
Lee! Lee! Yes! Oh, I'm about to pop! I'm about to burst!”
Taryll announced, his hips flying so frantically they should have
dislocated.
Backed
against the door, Leanza could make out Taj, \ his hands running up
and down his dick, his braids shaken back staring at them on his bed.
“Here
it comes! Here it comes! Oh it's gonna be mess--” Taryll
started, and was drowned out by a wicked howl.
“GAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!”
Across
the room, Taj was pressing against the wood of the door, his face
contorted, a continuous stream of white exploding from his tip,
flying upwards, before arcing and wetting the floor around his feet.
“GAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!”
Taj's ejaculation carried on for so long, that
all movement on the bed ceased, all eyes on him, as the stream
continued.
“Whoa...so that's what three years without
some pussy will do to a man...” Taryll said to no one in
particular, his hand tapping Leanza's left buttock.
“GAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!”
Taj was now standing in a puddle.
“GAAAAAAA--”
His voice cracked and broke, as the stream
stopped, penis falling flaccid between his thighs.
Eyes still shut, breathing heavily to the point
of wheezing,Taj slowly slid down the door, into a heap in his mess on
the floor.
“You okay?” TJ called, hand on his own
six-pack worriedly.
Nevermind he was dangling from Leanza's lips!
Weakly a hand was raised.
Seeing he was alright and still somewhat
conscious, the nefarious activity on the bed resumed,
“I'm gonna skeet but it'll be nothing like
that, Jesus Christ!” Taryll scoffed his pace picking back up.
“Me too...I'm close....so close....”
TJ murmured breathlessly, pulling away and starting to pump himself,
the tip of that mass of meat, bumping Leanza's nose, as he took a
hand and opened her mouth.
The only giveaway of impending doom was that
TJ's belly had begun to ripple as his breathing suddenly increased.
“Almost there....almost there, Girl....Oh
Lee! Lee! Lee! LEE!”
The third time her name, repeated softly at
first, came out the last time as a grunt through grit teeth, bridge
of TJ's nose wrinkling.
“Aw!
There it is! There it is! Oh God, feels so good! Ugh!
A hot, salty wetness fell on her tongue.
“Oh...oh....oh
yeah....yeah...Lee....yeah....”
The tip was tapped against her unfurled tongue,
the last bits of the liquid of his loins spilling and being greedily
swallowed, TJ pinching her cheek tenderly, sticking his tongue,
flicking it across hers.
Taj was splayed out on the floor, gazing at the
beams, criss-crossing his ceiling.
No sooner had TJ fired off than Taryll, whom
had been digging his nails into Leanza's hips he'd been pounding away
at her poor snatch so hard it was starting to go numb, having gone
silent, except for overly heavy breathing, exuded a loud hum
He eased from between her legs just in time;
his own hotness sprinkled across her backside, a stinging slap of
approval being administered to each cheek.
At the same time Leanza fell to the bedding,
backside quivering as she felt herself finally giving in, a hot
running down her thighs.
“She came...” Taryll was breathless
dipping his fingers in it for a taste. “I made her come.
Damn...”
Resting on his knees at the bedside, TJ wiped
the sweat from her forehead, kissing it.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” He
questioned, eyes brimming with concern, while Taryll made himself
comfortable resting on her back, and playing in her hair.
“Mmm-hmm” She nodded, exhausted but
elated. “We'll have to do this again, sometime soon!”
“Anything you say.” TJ grinned and also in
agreement, Taryll was sucking on her shoulder.
* * *
The following morning, when Leanza emerged from
a shower in Taj's personal bath, wrapped in his prized blue silk
robe, she found something of an embarrassment of riches awaiting her.
Arranged on the top of Taj's simple dresser
were several shopping bags, all marked from Neiman-Marcus.
A post-it had been attached to one and pulling
it off, Leanza smirked.
Written in Taj's clumsy script, but signed by
all three was a simple message:
Thank
you for the “sexual attention”.
In the bags, Leanza not only found a beautiful
sweater dress of red cashmere, but makeup in complimentary shades to
accompany the outfit, and all the accouterments needed to primp and
coif herself appropriately.
Grinning, she started for the door to thank
each and every one of them, for spoiling her so.
Once the door was opened it was a different
story.
“Do you know I called you seventy-nine
goddamn times last night? I didn't know what had happened to you! I'd
have sent the police, but you hadn't been missing twenty-four hours
yet!”
A voice, high, whiny and screeching like that
of an effeminate version of Gilbert Gottfried, reached Leanza's ears
and she stiffened, hearing Taryll retort in the distance,
“I didn't want to be bothered with you! I
turned my phone off--”
“Turned
it off? But I was trying to contact you! I was checking on you!”
“No.. you were checking UP on me! You
weren't checking on me. You don't give a flying fuck about me!”
Tentatively making her way down the hall,
Leanza first saw TJ and Taj, both in their underwear, seated on
opposite ends of the suede couch, staring at the pair bickering in
front of them.
As usual, Cujo stood at attention at Taj's
side.
Taryll was facing her, hands on the hops of his
black briefs, staring down at a petite blonde woman, in a loud
zebra-print trench coat, matching beret on her head.
Veda.
“You rode off into the goddamn sunset like
Bitch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid...” Taryll continued, his breach
of language, drawing chuckles from his siblings.
“...and left my half-Black ass high and
dry alone at the mall. I didn't even have enough on me for a cab. If
I hadn't been able to call TJ I'd have never gotten away from there
and probably froze to death—it was nineteen degrees last night!”
“You know how I get...” Veda's voice came
down in decibels, but the screechy cast never did fade.
“I was just upset, Tare-Bear...”
A hand, tipped in traditional French nails went
to touch his bare chest.
“No Veda!” The hand was swatted away.
“Taryll Adren--”
“I'm not about to let you sweet-talk me and
manipulate and clown me. Not again! I refuse it.”
Taryll put his hands up and Veda's hands went
to her hips, a foot in a six-inch stiletto tapping.
His eyes, showing dark brown in his face
narrowed,
What he said next, caused Leanza to clutch the
wall to remain upright, and his brother's jaws to sag.
“Veda,
we're through.”
Without missing a beat, the hand was on his
chest, pinching at his right nipple.
“Now, Caramel Yums, you don't mean that--”
“YES, I FUCKING DO!” Taryll
screamed, causing her to stagger. “I want you to go, pack your
shit and get out of MY house! Take only the shit YOU paid for! That's
probably enough o fill a fucking thimble, seeing as I been paying
through my nose, ass and every other hole on my body since I met you!
And don't you dream of doing anything to my property or you can tell
me what the hell a jail cell looks like from the inside!”
Veda audibly gasped, tiny fists wiggling at her
sides, swishing her head,
“Fine,
Taryll, if that's the way you sky-scraper forehead having ass wants
it! I'll go, but don't come crawling back when you get to miss me.
I'll find someone else--”
“I pity any bastard that lets you inflict
the horror your call yourself on their lives. Get out my sight, girl.
Out my sight, out my life. Hell, get out the damn state if you can!”
Dramatically he waved his hands
“Poof, bitch be gone!”
Incapable of thinking of anything else more
scathing, she made sure to ram into Taryll as she huffed, puffed and
grunted her way out.
At the front door, she turned, her pretty, yet
devilish face in scowl.
“You'll want me back!” She repeated, and
whirling around, Taryll laughed.
“Like
hell! When I was fifteen I took a baseball bat to the face! I'd
rather have that pain again than endure another second with you.
Thanks for the misery! GET OUT, Veda! Tired of looking at you!”
He flipped his hand at her.
For a scant second, Veda's cold, steely grey
eyes spotted Leanza at the end of the hall, before Taryll crossed the
room, put a hand on her shoulder, shoved her onto the porch.
“Taryll Jackson just what were you up to? Why
is Leanza in a robe like that? And you're in your drawers--”
“None
of your goddamn business. No business of mine is yours anymore!”
The door was slammed in her face.
Throwing his head back, Taryll sang in a
bright, clear, tenor,
“Free at last....free at last....thank God
Almighty...I'm free at last!”
All around he was met with applause.
“I didn't know you had it in you Bro...I'm
proud of you.” TJ grinned, he and Taj standing up, and patting him
on the back as he returned to them.
“Yeah, you finally cut the dead weight
loose.” Taj chimed in, putting an arm around Leanza as she joined
them.
“Well, now you're officially a free man, what
do you want to do?” Leanza chuckled, poking him in the belly,
drawing a “woo-hoo” of amusement from him.
“I don't know.” He scrugged with a relieved
smiled, entire body glowing.
“You know...” Taj spoke up, brows wiggling,
“We never did get done watching the Scared Stiff trilogy
last night!”
“Hey I'm game!” TJ clapped his hands. “What
about the rest of you—Leanza?”
Eyes fell on her and tossing her hair over her
shoulder, she teased with a cackle,
“I'll watch the film, as long as the only
thing making you still is fear!”
With a hoot, she turned and ran, for the
theatre, the three brothers giving chase.
Left alone, Cujo laid down, his head on his
paws, panting blissfully.
