One Week Gig. Rufus Jr. Curry Jr.

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      “For better or for worse. I have had my fill of worse, I deserve much better,” he lamented inside as Terri continued to fall deeper into her intoxicated slumber.

      Beguiled

      The theme song for the Tom Joyner Morning Show was rocking away as the alarm clock clicked on at 06:00 AM.

      “Good morning Players. This is the Hardest Working Man in radio. The Fly Jock Tom Joyner and my side kicks Sybil Wilkes, and J. Anthony Brown. Our special guest for today will be Dr. Love Jones. He is a player extraordinaire and a self-proclaimed relationship doctor. If he can’t fix your love, you might as well throw it out in today’s garbage.”

      Chapman walked through the door and placed a tray on the bed in the space he slept in before he walked over to Terri’s side of the bed. Placing his hand on her shoulder, he shook her ever so gently.

      “Terri, wake up.”

      She responded by stretching without even lifting her head. He shook her again. She looked up at him as if the light on the other side of her eyelids was burning her eyes.

      “I got some goodies for you” Chapman whispered as he pointed to the tray on the other side of the bed. Terri turned her head to see where the food was.

      “Thanks. That’s the least you could do, after you took advantage of me last night.”

      Chapman looked at Terri, sideways and hard. A quick prayer flashed through his head as he grappled to get ahold of what she was talking about.

      “Don’t look at me like that. You know damn well what you did. You are a low down, sneaky dog kind of brother.”

      Chapman just walked away to maintain the potentially rapidly fading peace. “Ain’t that something? I’m getting blamed for some lovin’ I didn’t even get. I’m going to save this ammo for later on,” he thought to himself.

      Dropping his purple silk boxers to the bathroom floor, he stepped into the shower. “Hey Terri, thanks for the information.”

      “What?”

      “The information. I got the packet off of the music stand. I looked it over and it sounds pretty interesting. I want to sit down and ask you some questions about the whole deal later on this week.”

      Terri was making happy faces to her self in the mirror as she listened to Chapman say just what she had been wanting to hear from him. As soon as he stopped talking, Dr. Love Jones’ voice came across the airwaves.

      “Sometimes you have to do some of the things you don’t want to do in order to meet your significant other in the middle of the road. This goes both ways ladies and gents.”

      “I know that’s right,” Terri mumbled to herself.

      Hopping up from the bed, she peeled off her cream-colored thong and tossed it into the hamper. Tiptoeing her way into the steamy bathroom, she tucked her hair under her shower cap before she slipped into the shower behind Chapman. Grabbing him around the waist, she taunted him.

      “I bet I can make you late to work.”

      “I bet you could…But I bet I won’t. According to you I took advantage of you and stole some lovin’ while you slept last night.”

      Reaching down to his waist, he unclasped her hands and turned to face her. Peering through her feeble attempt to appear innocent, he just hugged her close and gave her a big sloppy kiss. Peeling his body from hers he stepped past her in a one fluid motion. As he passed, she reached out and grabbed a hold of his firm Mr. Goodbar. He hesitated for two reasons First, her hand is on his joystick and that was exactly what he craved. Secondly, he did not want to move too fast and have her peel the skin off of his rock hard joint and leave him in pain. He leaned back and kissed her on her forehead.

      “How ‘bout we reschedule this opportunity for tonight?”

      “That’s not what he’s saying.” Terri smiled coyly as she stroked the length of his now soapy shaft.

      “He can say what he wants, but the bigger head says he’ll meet Ms. Kitten tonight.” Sliding the length of his firmness out of her soapy grip created a momentary epileptic response as her fingers ran over the head of his gorged desire. Stepping completely out of the shower, he left her to shower alone. Clinching his fist and willing himself not to look back, he fought his way back into his intended morning routine.

      “I can do this. I can do this,” Chapman chanted to himself. Drying off with a large towel as he walked into the bedroom, he then reached back into the bathroom to hang his towel on it’s hook, without stepping back onto the tile floor. Hearing the water in the shower shut off, he quickly retreated to the bedroom. Digging around in his drawer, he managed to find a good pair of underwear and matching undershirt.

      “I hate it when I can’t find good drawz and a good undershirt at the same time. This is like shooting craps. I keep coming up snake eyes. Nothing but workout drawers and yard work undershirts,” complained Chapman.

      Making her way out of the bathroom, Terri strolled next to Chapman in front of the dresser mirror. He was doing his best to maintain focus, based on what he had declared to Terri just five minutes ago. She matched up a black panty and bra set as if they were hanging out in the drawer waiting for her to select them for the day. She took her towel and wiped under each breast then bent over and began to put on her black panties as if she were doing a striptease in reverse. Pulling her panties up over her full buttocks, she then paused with her finger to her lips as if she had forgotten something. Putting both of her thumbs under the waistband of her silky panties, then she skinned them down over her smooth brown butt and pushed them to her ankles without bending her knees. She stepped out of them and left them limp on the floor. Reaching over to the dresser she picked up a bottle of cocoa butter lotion with the squirt pump top. Pumping the container with one hand, she caught the milky yellow content in the palm of her hand and began to apply it up and down the length of her legs. As she bent forward and reached for her ankles, it appeared that Terri’s moon was rising on the horizon. The roundness of her behind was something to behold. The microscopic stretch marks were like stripes on a brown tiger. Chapman was trying so hard to stick to his word. He needed to; only because he believed that he didn’t need to give in to Terri’s emotional games so easily. For her, it was like she had love on tap. That’s right. Just like a keg of brew. Just pull the handle, and like magic, Chapman was eager and ready to please her. Now don’t get it twisted. Love on tap ain’t a bad thing, if it goes both ways. But nine and a half times out of ten…make that ten times out of ten; it ain’t that way at all.

      She is looking good enough to eat. While she was trying to put on her panties, Chapman walked over and licked the small of her back with his warm, wet tongue.

      “Stop Chapman. Remember, you have to go to work,” Terri said sarcastically.

      She knew this was the game for her to play and she knew she would get what she wanted before she left for work. If she didn’t know anything, she knew two things: If she teased Chapman, he would be so hyped, he wouldn’t be able to resist; and Chapman never ceased to have the hots for her whether he was angry or happy. So, she caught him in her web once again, and the two of them rolled around as if they had all of the time in the world.

      You Sold Me A Dream!

      Chapter 3

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