Shelley went home. As soon as she was inside and seated comfortably on the sofa, a thought occurred to her. She had not called Kyrie back. Shelley often got lost in her mind, whenever time allowed.
She was sure that Kyrie was not worried. Shelley and Kyrie had been through a lot together. While Shelley was more reserved and laid back, Kyrie was the open one that would call if she sensed something was wrong. Shelley had admired that about her. It was something that they both had in common, the ability to speak their mind. The difference was how they went about it.
Shelley reached inside of her purse and pulled out her cell phone. She opened the screen and saw that Kyrie had sent a text message. She read it and laughed aloud. Shelley pushed the call button and waited.
'Hello," Kyrie said.
"No, I did not kidnap him and chain him up in my basement to use as a sex slave," Shelley said.
Shelley could not help but laugh after she did. Kyrie laughed too. The women held the phone until their giggles subsided. Shelley wiped a tear that formed from the corner of her eye and took a deep breath.
"Well, it isn't as if you have not…" Kyrie gushed.
"Bup, bup, bup. I am going to have you cut you off right there. Those are rumors." Shelley said.
"That's your story?"
"I did not know that I needed a story. The last time I saw him, he was perfectly fine and in good spirits. Besides, we both know that IF I was the type actually to snatch up a grown man and use him repeatedly as a sex slave. He is not going to tell another living soul. I do not believe that I have ever met a man stupid enough to run around complaining that an undercover freak took advantage of the dick."
"Shit, if he had any sense he would tell everybody that would listen and sign language it to deaf people or write a note."
"Look; he took the picture down. We kicked it right quick on a friendly tip. That was it. I agreed that I would take another picture at a later time. I did that. I was way in the back like the "Weekend" at the Grammy's, but I kept my end of the bargain."
"So you were like the only nig…"
"Seriously, look I have a lot to do. I'll get to you some other time."
"Okay, then. I got my shovel and…"
"Girl, get off my damn phone!"
Shelley hung up and fell back on the couch. She laughed until her sides hurt. Shelley imagined that Kyrie was in stitches herself. They did not talk often but when they did it was always a hilarious exchange.
Shelley put her hand out to lay her phone on the table. It vibrated before she could. Shelley sighed and checked it. It was another text message. She opened it, and a sly smile spread across her face. Although Shelley did not recognize the number, the words had given her a clue as to the sender.
"I do not know if you are busy or not right now, but you did threaten to at least show some skin." The message read.
Shelley blushed and closed her phone. She rose and pulled the top of her dress down. Her plump breasts jiggled. Slowly, Shelley rolled the dress down the over the flare of her hips and let is cascade down around her ankles.
She stepped from the pile of silk that had covered her naked brown skin. Shelley lay back on the couch and spread her thighs. She ran her hand over her fleshy mound and moaned. Her clitoris throbbed and began to swell.
"Mr. Coffee has had plenty of fair warning. Now, even Kyrie will not think to check on him. He must be famished to text me directly. How cruel it would be not, at least, to give him a little cream." Shelley said.
She took her index finger and slipped it between her open lips. Clear fluid coated her finger. Shelley pulled her finger from her and licked it. The sweet flavor of her juices made her suck greedily. Shelley closed her eyes and leaned all the way back onto the sofa pillows.
© Inakat 2016
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