"Huh?" Jaquan's eyes fluttered as he awoke on the couch facing the fireplace mantel which served double duty as Renee's family tree.
He was naked from head to toe lying flat on his back with his business open to the world. Despite some aches and pains, he felt oddly energized. His hand drifted up after grazing his flaccid manhood over his chest to his face. He could smell her distinctive musk all about his person, particularly on his palms. His illicit tryst with the elder Kelly left the man feeling marked. Jaquan's gaze fell upon Renee's framed picture again with its icy countenance making it feel as if she were glaring at him from across the room.
Next to it in a smaller frame was Aurthur Van Allen who also seemed to be looked upon his nudity in smug fashion. Jaquan hated the man from the moment he understood the connection with Renee. The hangdog look made him want to beat the shit of the elderly blue blood; but he knew it would be a defeat for him before the handcuffs were slapped on his wrists. Mr. Van Allen never made any bones about what he thought of Jaquan, albeit mutely. His gaze fell upon Renee's photo again, icy cold.
Jaquan sat up on the couch in the middle of the spacious living room, resting his elbows on his knees. His interlocked fists covered his mouth as he pondered what he'd learned and what happened afterwards. Things got sort of twisted as he reeled from the revelation that he was the front man and public cuck for what was probably a clandestine sugar baby relationship. This was alien territory for a man used to having his pick of any woman he set his eyes on from day one. Women fought over him and dropped their drawers without even a first date. It drove his physician mother up the wall trying to coral her son.
Then Renee happened; and the exotic looking beauty was all he could think about until he had her.
She was beyond high maintenance treating Jaquan as her plaything early on in the goings; but he was determined to have her one way or another... until he did. Renee seemed perpetually surly after being deflowered and ravished for an extended weekend in a high-end hotel which he was now certain was paid for on the Van Allen coin. She disappeared for a time from his life only to return even more irritated and unmanageable. They were obliged to work out their differences between the sheets where she excelled, her exotic looks discounting her noxious demeanor. She was still dismissive, but now nigh- psychotically possessive. Jaquan wasn't used to being policed but bent the knee to keep the peace.
"Shit, I fucked up." Jaquan looked over the tops of his clasped fists at the expansive living room with its pervasive sense of decay, antebellum tinged history on display. His gaze fell upon the cluttered table looking over the various odds and ends, little statuettes and other items which had no meaning to him. Things weren't perfect, but workable before Renee insisted on making this trip back to her hometown.
He tried to figure out the reason for the trip, then scoffed thinking of his trysts with Daisy Mae and Honey. The newly christened stud started to figure that maybe Renee was passing him around as he recalled what he thought was a joke on her part as they neared the end of their journey. In exchange for a bit of honesty, Renee mentioned that she would let him fuck Honey as a reward. It seemed like a joke.
But he ended up screwing the stuffing out of the backwoods wild child before things went off the rails.
He thought it was a dream of sorts, confused at the timeline intermingled with his sexual run-ins with Daisy Mae. He'd been with both of the downhome Kelly women with extreme prejudice. The images of the three women left him disoriented as he stood up walking back to the fireplace mantle taking in the family tree in its entirety. Daisy Mae's framed visage was the only one without an accompanying photo.
"Huh?" Jaquan was distracted by the sound of a mower glancing over finding the front door ajar. It faced out towards the open yard and there was some movement out front. He found himself drawn to the weathered doorframe peering out into the front yard finding some old man in a dingy Longjohn shirt and denim overalls pushing a vintage gas-powered mower. The guy's back was facing Jaquan.
"Oh, is you leaving already baby?" Jaquan looked back, finding Daisy Mae standing near the couch wearing his shirt, which did nothing to hide her bare mound nestled deep between her luscious thighs. It looked as if she'd just emerged from a shower with her shaggy head of dark, brownish curls radiating from her roundish face, exotic eyes and all. It reminded him of Honey's bushy mane as he stared back.
"I uh, heard something."
"Well, you might wanna put on a pair of trousers if you're gonna go talking to Mister Wilson; he uhm, might take it the wrong way." Daisy Mae was smiling with a twinkle in her eye as he looked down at his bare feet, then back finding her walking over to join him. He could see her hard nips pressing against the damp tank top covering her torso. There was nothing threatening in her manner, which was alarming.
"That's my shirt."
"Yes, it is baby, kind of a family tradition...well, at least the womenfolk anyway. For as long as I can remember it was all about "Give something, get something" Jaquan. Sorry, old habits die hard; you don't like the way I look in it?" Daisy Mae stopped short at his side gesturing towards herself while nibbling the pointer finger of her other hand, staring.
"No, it's not that, uhm; it's just my shirt." Jaquan sounded unsure of himself.
"Want me to take it off?" She casually grabbed the hem of her shirt raising it exposing her slightly doughy tummy. His eyes were fixed on it and the triangular patch of light brown curls on her mound.
"Yeah, I mean...No!! I uh, don't..." Daisy Mae grinned using the pilfered shirt to flash him, raising it exposing a boob for an instant before yanking it down stretching the material a little.
"Are you leaving?"
"I guess; maybe I should, huh?" Jaquan scratched his head unsure of the answer.
"Aren't you forgetting something?"
"What?"
"Didn't you come up here with me last night to get your keys and phone, Jaquan." She was still smiling, narrowing her own slanted lime green eyes, glancing down at his manhood.
"Oh yeah, that's right!"
"Yes, that's right baby; say, once you get those keys and everything; are you just gonna drive off back to your little house in the city? I mean, are you even gonna try to take Renee back with you after you were up here all night, with me?" Daisy Mae ran that single finger she'd been nibbling along his bicep as he got her meaning.
"Fuck."
