Head Bangers Page 6

  That did not prevent him from dining on my pussy like it was his last meal on Earth. I am telling you, that man had a magical tongue. I had had my pussy eaten countless times but he took the prize. We moaned and licked and sucked for what seemed like hours, but it was really only about twenty minutes. Then he pushed me gently off of him and led me to the bedroom.

  His friend’s bedroom was fly as all get out. Mirrors on the ceiling, a black lacquer king-sized waterbed, and silk sheets, and a faux leopard fur comforter. For a second, I wondered if the sheets were clean and then I snapped back to reality. I was a member of APF, after all, and the way we got down at freak nights, clean sheets were the last concern.

  Kevin put on a Headstrong condom, and then lay on the bed. I placed my feet on both sides of his waist and started riding him like a cowgirl. It was incredible. You have to be creative when you fuck extremely tall men. There are advantages—like big dicks—and disadvantages—like not being able to do a lot of the common positions. You have to be creative and creative we were for the rest of the afternoon.

  When he dropped me back off on campus, he tried to insist that he pull up in front of the dorm. I quickly came up with an excuse not to.

  “Please drop me off in front of the engineering building,” I said.

  “How come? You’re done with class for the day, right?”

  “Yes, but you know that was supposed to be a quickie, and it turned into a marathon.”

  He flashed his sexy grin at me. “What does that have to do with dropping you off in front of the engineering building?”

  “I need to finish up one last experiment before I leave for Thanksgiving break.”

  “What type of experiment?”

  I laughed nervously. I was a journalism major and did not know a damn thing about chemical engineering—Faith’s major—rather less about experiments.

  “You sure are nosey,” I said jokingly. “You better watch out before I experiment on your ass.”

  “Stay away from my ass, except for that thing you do with your finger, but you’re welcome to experiment on my dick any time you like.”

  He pulled his car up to the front of the building and stopped as I wondered what Faith had been doing to his anus with her finger. He was about to get out and walk around to open my door.

  “That’s okay,” I said. “We don’t need to give people something to talk about.”

  “Like I told you earlier, Faith. I’m not ashamed of our relationship. I can’t wait to take it further.”

  My stomach suddenly tied up in knots. I had every reason under the sun to be ashamed of myself—and I was. At least part of me was. The other part was walking on clouds, after having experienced some of the most gratified fucking in my life.

  “I really have to go,” I told Kevin.

  He leaned over and slid his tongue in my mouth for a brief moment. “I’m going to miss you while you’re gone.”

  “It’s only for a few days.”

  “When you get back, I’ll cook you another dinner. We almost set my place on fire after the one the other night.”

  He winked at me and, of course, I was clueless about what he meant.

  “That sounds nice.” I opened the door to get out. “Take care.”

  Kevin grabbed my hand and squeezed it. “You don’t have to say it back but I want you to know that I love you, Faith. One day, you’ll love me back. I’m determined to make that happen.”

  My mouth flew open but no words came out.

  He released my hand. “I’ll let you go. Call me when you get to Atlanta, to let me know you got there safely.”

  “Sure,” I said and finished getting out.

  My legs were cold because my tights had been ruined so my legs were bare. I was walking up the steps to the building when Kevin rolled down his window.

  “Hey, silly, I said call me when you get to Atlanta. Not now.”

  “Huh?” I asked.

  “Your cell phone is calling me by mistake.”

  I almost fainted. Then I pretended to fumble through my purse, looking for my phone. “Oh, sorry.”

  He chuckled and pulled off.

  By the time I retrieved my phone, Faith’s name was on my screen. It was vibrating from her call.

  “Faith?” I said, after flipping it open.

  “Hope, where the hell are you?” she blared into the phone.

  “Um, I’m on my way back to the dorm. I just left the journalism building,” I lied. “Why?”

  “Why? Why do you think?” she said with much disdain. “You need to finish packing and you also need to get ready for tonight.”

  “I don’t need to pack much. Hell, we’re going home. Both of us have a shitload of clothes in Atlanta.”

  Faith laughed. “But label whores always carry a bunch of shit on trips; even when it makes no sense.”

  “Whatever, hooker,” I said, then giggled. “I’ll be there in a few.”

  After I flipped my phone closed, I sat down on the steps of the engineering building and reflected on the hot ghetto mess that I had gotten myself into. I tried to convince myself that I was not the only guilty party. Kevin had to realize, even if it was subconsciously, that he was not fucking Faith when he was fucking me. Was it even possible for a man not to be able to tell the difference? Even with twins?

  I tried to make sense of it all but I know that I was wrong—all by myself. Kevin loved Faith and there I was, fucking him like it was no big deal.

  As if things could not get worse, my phone rang again. It was our mother. Talk about adding insult to injury. I felt even guiltier as she told me how excited she was about us coming home for Thanksgiving. I was going to have to go to my parents’ house, break bread, and pretend like I had not been giving up my pussy out of both sides of my drawers to my sister’s man.

  FAITH

  Hope came into our dorm room looking like she had walked through a hurricane.

  “Damn!” I exclaimed. “What the hell happened to you?”

  “What?” she asked, like she did not already know her appearance was crazy.

  I waved her off. “Never mind. Please hurry up and take a shower so we can get going. We can’t be late.”

  “You can go ahead in front of me.”

  “No, I can’t and you know it. Tonight is our responsibility and we have to be on point with our shit.”

  “I’m surprised you’re still so much into freak night,” Hope said.

  I was lacing up my black leather boots and stopped to glance up at her from my bed. “Why are you surprised?”

  She stared at me, and then sighed. “No reason.” She shrugged. “You seem a little preoccupied lately and I thought the entire Alpha Phi Fuckem thing might have taken a back seat in your life.”

  I finished with my boots and stood up to put on my sweater.

  “Hope, I’ll admit that as we approach graduation, things have become more complex in my life. I’m sure the same is true for you.” She shrugged again. “We are about to embark on another stretch of our lives. Going out here; becoming career women; settling down with the men of our dreams.”

  She raised an eyebrow. “Oh, have you met the man of your dreams, Faith?”

  I hesitated, then answered, “No, I don’t think so, but you never know. I may have already met him and you may have already met yours.”

  Hope snickered. “I definitely haven’t met mine. But who’s tickling your fancy these days, Sis?”

  “No one in particular.”

  I could not tell if Hope knew that I was lying. It was almost as if she sensed something, which was not uncommon when it came to us. I was of the belief that she had been off somewhere fucking all afternoon but I did not care; especially if she was still doing that asshole Raheem. I wondered if she had heard something about Kevin and me, but who would have said something? No one really knew anything. We had been so careful.

  “Are you going to wash your ass or what?” I asked her. “It’s smelling kind of fishy up in here.”


  “Stop worrying about my coochie, tramp.”

  We both laughed as Hope grabbed her shower cap and headed into the bathroom to shower.

  An hour later we were standing inside the ice rink that Hope and I had rented out for the night. The other sorors were trickling in, excited about what we had in store for the night. Eyes lit up as they noticed the swing stands scattered all over the ice. There was a sex swing attached to each one. The men were in one of the locker rooms. Hope and I told the sorors to go into the opposite locker room and get prepared. Each of them had a set of skates, a helmet, and a hockey jersey with their APF name on the back hanging up in individual lockers.

  We told the men to come out onto the ice first. They had on skates, helmets and black, lace-up jock straps with “APF” embroidered on the seam. They each had to take a place beside one of the swings. Then the sorors came out wearing nothing but the jerseys, helmets and skates. They all took a place next to the man of their choice, leaving two fine specimens for my sister and me. Once everyone was on the ice, we handed out hockey sticks so the games could begin.

  For the next thirty minutes, everyone worked up a sweat as we dashed in and out from between the swings, playing hockey—the men against the women. There were no goalies but we roughed them up pretty bad. I was pushing my dude into the sides of the rink with my stick and then yanking on his balls through his jock strap. He had a combination painful/delighted look on his face. He was about five-ten, dark-skinned and I could tell that he hit the gym daily. He was not Kevin though.

  I will not lie. I was beginning to struggle with the thought of doing the APF thing and the relationship thing with Kevin. He was falling hard and fast and so was I, in many ways. But I had to block that out of my head for the moment. Hope and I were hosting this particular freak night and we would not be outshined by any of the others.

  After everyone had worked up a sweat, we dimmed the lights and started slow-dragging on skates to all the old fuck jams like “Do Me Baby” by Prince, “Whip Appeal” by Babyface, and “Endless Love” by Diana Ross and Lionel Richie. The jerseys and jock straps came off sometime during the process and then it was a complete free-for-all.

  I got into the sex swing and my freak of the week could not wait to slide his dick up in me. I told him, “Hold up! No glove, no love!”

  He sighed and put on a Headstrong and then glared at me.

  I spread my legs like an eagle’s wings in the swing and started fingering my pussy with my right hand. “Oh, do I sense some animosity?” I took my fingers out and licked them. “We don’t have to do this, you know? I am sure one of the other men in here will be glad to hook a sister up.”

  “Naw, hell naw,” he replied, looking sexy and mad at the same time. “Nobody’s hooking your fine ass up but me.”

  “Then get to hooking.” I pulled him closer to me on his skates and started caressing his condom-clad dick. “Damn, baby, what do they put in the water in your neighborhood? I haven’t seen a big, juicy dick like this in a minute.”

  That got him to blush. “Oh, yeah? Well, wait until you see what I can do with it. You want the slow stroke or the punisher?”

  “Um, punish me. I don’t want any doll-baby shit. I want you to sweat all these curls out my damn head.”

  “Oh, I’m going to give you the workout of a lifetime.”

  I smirked. “But don’t touch me.”

  He was taken aback. “What?”

  “Don’t actually touch me.” I laughed. “That’s one of the best things about a sex swing. Two people can fuck the hell out of one another without ever actually touching.”

  His curiosity was obvious. “How so?”

  “Hold on to the sides of the swing stand and I’ll spread my legs and move toward you. Then you have to maneuver your dick in me without touching me. Cool?”

  “Hey, as long as you’re giving up some pussy, I’m willing to take it any way I can get it.”

  I was instantly turned off and really wanted to see Kevin. I wondered what he was doing, at that very moment. Reading a book on Ancient Egypt or going over some accounting papers for the university. Possibly watching CSI: Miami or catching a game.

  Normally during freak nights my mind was totally all about the activities. Not that night. I felt a twinge of guilt as the other dude entered me on that swing. He was an all right lover but I yearned to push him away from me. I had to save face though. Hope and the other sorors would have been pissed, if I showed out and threw a monkey wrench in the entire game plan.

  We all fucked in the swings for the next hour or so and then Hope and I went into the back and came out with the “dessert” of the evening: dildos made out of ice. She and I had made them the night before, after reading the instructions on the Internet. You can find any kind of shit on the Internet, from how to make ice dildos to how to construct a bomb.

  All the men were told to fuck us with the dildos and I have to admit, having that big chunk of ice inside my pussy, hitting my G-spot—we made them curved—drove me insane. That was the most incredible feeling and I came like a geyser.

  As everyone was leaving and we stayed behind to clean up, I was glad that the night was over. I damn sure would be making some more ice dildos.

  “What’s wrong with you?” Hope asked me as we finished breaking down the swing sets.

  “Nothing. Why do you ask?”

  “Because I can tell something’s wrong with you. I am your twin, remember?”

  “I’m tired; that’s all,” I stated reassuringly. “We have a long drive tomorrow and we still have to take all this shit to the APF prop storage.”

  The sorors maintained a storage space at a local facility. We had all kinds of freaky shit in there, to be used during various freak nights. We all put in money during the investment club meetings held monthly—on nights other than during our fuck sessions—for the “gadgets.”

  “We’ll be done in a flash, if you hurry your ass up.”

  I threw one of the dildos at her that was tossed on the ice.

  “Don’t throw that shit at me, Faith. You don’t know whose pussy that was in.”

  “What does it matter?”

  “That’s plain nasty. Ewww.”

  “Oh, please, Hope. Now you have morals?”

  Hope frowned and threw the dildo back at me. I ducked right on time and it fell on the ice and slid across the vast rink.

  “We should leave that shit here,” I joked. “I can see one of the mothers bringing their toddler to lessons tomorrow and finding it.”

  Hope laughed. “It’s a pleasant visual but we can’t do that. Poor kid might be traumatized for life.”

  “Remember when Momma used to take us to Allen’s Pond for lessons in the winter?” I asked.

  “I remember you falling on your ass every five seconds.”

  “Whatever, label whore!”

  “I bet that I can beat you in a race up in this bitch. Tired or not.”

  I decided to take Hope up on her challenge. “You’re on. Five times back and forth. Loser has to drive to the storage space and then back to the dorm.”

  “Oh, well, shit. I’m going to win.”

  Before I could get in position to say, “Ready, set, go,” Hope had already taken off.

  “Wait, hooker!” I yelled after her as I chased her.

  We had a ball, acting like little girls again that night. Fucking and then ice skating; what a combination.

  HOPE

  We got to Atlanta around dinnertime the next day. Faith drove most of the way to Atlanta. I was still tired from the night before. I won the race, probably because I cheated and took off before she was ready, but it was what it was.

  We snuck in quietly through the front door of our parents’ house. Momma was in the kitchen, cooking up a storm. I could make out the scent of her fried chicken right away. And the smell of her mouth-watering chocolate cake. Two of my favorites.

  “You’re still too sexy for your shirt,” Faith blurted out once we had a vis
ual on her.

  Momma had on a red blouse and some jeans. She can fill out a pair of jeans like a twenty-year-old. Her body shows no sign—to this day—of pushing out a set of big-headed twins decades earlier.

  Momma spun around and threw her hand over her mouth.

  “Dang, Momma,” I said. “You remembered we were coming, didn’t you?”

  She came closer and hugged me. “Of course, why do you think I’m making your favorites, Hope.” She turned to Faith and hugged her next. “Look at my babies. You’ve grown.”

  Faith giggled. “Momma, we’ve only been away at school for a few months and our growing years are over.”

  “She says that every time we go to D.C. and come back,” I reminded Faith. “Where’s Daddy?”

  “He ran to the store to get ice cream for the cake,” Momma answered. “Dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes. You need help with your luggage?”

  Faith nodded toward me. “Somebody had to pack several bags to come home for the weekend.”

  Momma laughed. “Some things never change.”

  “Ha, ha, ha,” I said with disdain. “I’m not that bad. For your information, Faith, I brought some of my clothes with me so I could leave them here and get other ones. Our closets in the dorm are not but so big and the weather will be changing soon.”

  “Excuses. Excuses.” Faith went over to the stove and took the lid off a pot. “Ooooo, sweet potatoes. You put it down, Momma.”

  “It’s not every day I get to cook for my two favorite daughters.”

  “We’re your only daughters.” I opened the fridge. “Did you get that fruit punch I like from the Dutch market?”

  “Yes, and the maple turkey bacon for breakfast.” Momma sighed. “I know about your hearty appetites. You both got that from your father.”

  Faith put her arm around Momma’s shoulders. “And we got our stunning looks from you.”

  We all laughed as we sat down at the table to catch up.

  Daddy and I were playing Scrabble in his study after dinner while Momma and Faith were in the family room watching Law and Order: Special Victims Unit. Both of them are addicted to that series.

  “So, how’s school?” Daddy asked me.