The Trapeze -- Part 2

The Trapeze
Part 2

Once we were done having our way with each other, we dressed ourselves and cautiously blended back into the crowd of students roaming the halls. To me, it felt like all eyes were on us. "Is it me, or does it seem like-"
"Everybody's watching us," she said, finishing my sentence. "Yeah, it does."
"Hey Mat, what the hell y'all been doing." A friend of mine approached us and said.
"Huh? What'cha mean?"
"Looks like y'all been sweatin' your ass off or something."
We both just glanced at each other's attire like 'Awh shit.'
"Nawh man, we just left CHEM class."
"I told you about messing with them chemicals." He said and walked off in a fit of laughter. That was more than enough information to let us know that it was time for us to go our separate ways.
I stood in the foyer leading to the courtyard as Anjenette headed towards the parking lot. She looked even sexier disappearing in the distance. I told myself that if she looked back that would be a clear sign that I had her, but if she didn't, whatever....I still tapped that ass.

Later on that afternoon, I received a phone call from Anjenette, "Hmmm, ain't it funny how time flies," she said.
"That's only if you're having fun right." I said.
"Do you know who this is?"
"I'm surprised you called," I said, "and yes, I know who you are."
"Well, I told you I would call; you're doubting me already-shame on you." she replied.
"That you did." I laughed and said.
I wasn't really surprised, I knew she'd call, giving the state we left things in; I was just playing the role. But on the real, ever since I left the school, I had been anticipating her phone call. I wanted more of Anjenette just as much as she wanted me; but, we both knew we had crossed a line that wouldn't allow us to indulge each other like we wanted. And by the look of things, I could tell it wouldn't be long before we crossed that line again. Honestly, I was itching to get in between those thighs again.

For the next hour or two, we got more acquainted with one another, and spoke about how we were going to do this thing of ours on the down low. I can't say I was surprised by some of the things she came up with, but it sounded as if she'd been giving this a lot of thought. "Cheat much," I jokingly asked.
"No, I don't. You're the first person I've actually considered doing it-I mean did it with. Plus, I've had a crush on you for an entire school year, and I think about you all the time." In my mind, I was like damn, she probably thought about me sexually long before I realized her interest for me; which also confirmed my thoughts on why I got the panties.

"You've been watching me for a year and never said anything," I stated, while rubbing my forehead, "Wow." She said that even the girls she work with knew how she felt about me, and all I could do was sit there with a smile on my face. "I must have been daydreaming the whole time because I never noticed it, and I've been to your class multiple times."
"I know," she said, "the very first time you came into our classroom all the girls were like 'wow' after you left, and that's when I started calling you my baby daddy. I claimed you that day and you never knew it."
"Damn, I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything because I have you now." She said, totally self-assured about it.

"That you do, Anjenette, that-you-do."
I never knew I could have that kind of effect on woman, but it's true, anything is possible.
In retrospect, I wasn't shit back in grade school, I was nerdy and somewhat shy; cute and not sexy, and far from a ladies man. But now that I'm in college, I'm considered one of the sexiest men on campus; that's funny.
"You said that like, 'be careful what you ask for.'"
"Oh, so you caught on to that huh. Well, I didn't mean that in a negative way." If she could only see the look on my face, my devilish grin, she'd know exactly what was on my mind.
"I bet you didn't," she said sarcastically.
"Ooh, that's what I'm talking about, I like it when a woman is feisty."
"Oh really . . . well be careful what you ask for because there's a lot more where that came from."

How sexy that was, I thought; when she said that. I hummed back at her reply and said, "I hope so."
For a moment, we both sat in silence, as if we were link to the same thought. I can't lie, I was thinking about how good the sex was, and how good it could be if we had the privacy we so craved. And before I could break the silence, someone beeped in on her other line-"Hold on real quick..."
I was on hold no more than a minute when my conscience started eating at me; or better yet, the struggle between my dick and my conscience began. On one hand, I kept thinking that this could be a big mistake because what goes around always comes around; but on the other hand, I really needed the release. I mean I have no problem satisfying myself, as I sometimes do, but if I have a woman who's willing to do it for me, then why the hell not; especially one as fine as she is.

By the time she came back to our conversation, my thrash about my conscience was over. Being the man I am, I gave in to self-satisfaction whether it was right or not. Simply put, I'm a sucker for pussy; plus the element of danger excited me; sexually adventurous, I am. A quick reminder to myself, there's always a moment of clarity before anything predetermined.
"She's so crazy," Anjenette said, with a constant laugh, "that was Cynt, she said to tell you hello."
"Tell her I said hello back. Wow that must have been a good conversation because you got the giggles."
"I'm supposed to lick you all over and make you scream my name."
"Damn, it's like that." I said, picturing her swallowing my dick.
"Well hopefully it'll be the other way round."
I cleared my throat and asked, "Are you trying to seduce me over the phone?"
"No . . . why you say that," she asked.

"It's just the tone of your voice, that's all." Her voice was nothing short of sexiness. "When we spoke earlier, you sounded different to me."
"Maybe because your mind was elsewhere-just like your hands," she uttered.
"Alright, you got me. I can't argue with you on that." I said.
"I can say the same thing about you." she whispered, "You got that midnight love voice; that come-fuck-me voice. I could listen to you all night," she said and sighed.
"I can see being forward and blunt won't be a problem with us."
"No, I don't think so. I mean you did use a blunt object earlier to forwardly penetrate me right."

I laughed, "A smart ass, I like that."
"Seriously though, I think it's easier to be that way. When I got to college, I left that little timid girl back in Savannah, Georgia."
It seems we both had gone through some changes to shake off that high school exterior.
"A Country girl, no wonder."
"What," she asked.
"When Cynthia called, you said, 'hold on real quick' and I was thinking-country ass."
"Yes I am; a Georgia peach to the bone."
No doubt about that, I thought. I know about them south bred women; I spent some time in the low country. They come in all shapes and sizes and all about their business, whatever that may be.

"So when are we-" before I could finish my sentence, she interrupted by rushing me off the phone.
"Oh shit, I gotta go, I just heard him pull up."
"Huh?" I was having such a good time conversing with her on the phone that I totally forgot about her boyfriend, "that's cool, I don't want you to get in trouble," although, I really didn't care.
"Well let me go, I'll give you a call tomorrow baby."
Baby? It felt odd to hear her call me baby, particularly in a sentence associated with her man coming home. I didn't even have a chance to say goodbye-click, click was all I heard.

A few hours later, my phone ranged and her name flashed on the display screen. I was ready to talk mad shit to her, but when I answered it thinking I'd hear her voice on the other end, all I got was- "Who the fuck is this?" a husky voice yelled.
"Excuse me? You called my fucking phone; so, who the fuck is this?" I replied. I could hear Anjenette in the background screaming her head off.
"Nicka, did you call my girl's phone," he questioned.
I was thinking damn, I ain't even had a chance to get in that ass the way I really wanted; then I answered, "Yeah, I did, is there a problem?"
"Look my nicka; I don't like other dudes calling my girl."
"Really? And you think I'm the one you should be confronting?" I asked. He paused a moment, as if he was really contemplating my question, then he said, "Oh, I'm gonna handle that."

"You do that; better yet, let me help you out-stop fucking around on your girl, and you won't have to worry about a nicka like me calling your girl." And before he could respond, I hung up in his damn face. Of course, my phone rung a few more times after that, but I didn't bother answering it. I would undoubtedly hear about it from Anjenette at school.

Just as I thought, I heard nothing from Anjenette over the weekend. But Monday morning, I found her standing outside my classroom looking uneasy and eager to say her piece. For a second, I thought about washing my hands of the whole situation, but I couldn't resist her.
"What are doing here? Your class is on the other side of campus?" I asked, playing it calm and cool.
"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry about what happened on Friday. I had no idea he was gonna check my phone. I-"
"Look . . . don't worry about it. No harm; no foul." I interrupted her and said, "just kiss me."
"Huh? You still wanna deal with me?"
"If I'm not mistaken, I think it's what you want as well. Am I right?"
"Well . . ." And before she could get out the rest, I kissed her.
After a good minute of tongue wrestling, she pulled away and said, "We're done."
"Ahh..."

"I don't mean us; I'm talking about mister stupid."
"Thank you for clearing that up 'cause I was about to-"
She must have talked him up; because just like that, he came strolling up the hall cussing up a storm. "So this is the nicka, you been screwing wit behind my back bitch!"
"I ain't a bitch! Yo mama's a bitch!" she responded in retaliation. It was about to get physical real quick.

He got up in her face and said, "What you say ho?" Then it happened, he slapped her. In reflex, I swung and hit him in the head saying, "Don't ever put your muthafuckin' hands on a woman nicka." He was knocked off balance for a second, but when he regained his poise, he came at me and we got into a scuffle. We were making such a ruckus out in the hall that folks started coming out the classrooms. We went back and forth for at least ten minutes exchanging hits, until he pulled out a blade and changed everything.
"Mathias!" she screamed.

I must have bumped my head against the wall because the last thing I remember is being pushed to the side as he lunged towards me. When I came to, it was all over. Anjenette was lying in a puddle of blood and her ex was being detained by campus security. I could hear girls crying and cussing. I slowly stood up and wobbled over to see her, but I was too late.
What started out as a game . . . became a nightmare.

We both knew... it was wrong to do... I guess that's why you were drawn to me, and I too you.