Carmen returned from the supermarket -- to find Jake, up and about, in the kitchen, no less. Wearing sweats instead of pajamas.
Surprised, she said, "Hi."
He smiled at her. "Hey."
Carmen laughed, "Feeling better?"
"Yeah. I feel like I've turned a corner or something. I was just making something for a late breakfast. Hope you don't mind. I'm hungry."
"Of course I don't mind. I would imagine you must be starving."
"Just about." He shut off the stove. "Here, you want some?"
She took the wooden spoon he offered and took a taste of the corned beef hash he'd made. "Mm. Yum."
"Want to join me for breakfast?"
"Sure!"
Five minutes later, they sat down for breakfast. Jake didn't say very much, as he was too busy ravenously shoveling food into his mouth. Carmen didn't say anything at first, because this was the first good meal he'd eaten since he'd come home. Matter of fact, if she blinked, the food disappeared.
Carmen said, "Where did you put all that?"
Sheepishly, Jake said, "In the other leg. Sorry."
Carmen laughed. "Oh, Jake. I'm just glad you're hungry."
"Me, too. What did you get at the store?"
"Dinner for tonight." Carmen ate in silence for a few minutes. "Jake?"
"Yeah, Carmen?"
"Do you mind if I go see my boyfriend this afternoon? It's been a few days since I've last seen him."
"Don't mind at all."
A couple of hours after breakfast, Carmen went into the guest bedroom, pulled out her red shirtdress, some lingerie, and headed up the hall to the bathroom.
She went into the bathroom, rubbed herself down with baby oil, and put on her makeup. She gave her pussy a thorough examination as well. It was still smooth, from the last time she shaved it. Maybe Bobby would want to give her oral this time, although she doubted it. Bobby, like other black men she knew, never seemed to want to eat her pussy, although he was never shy about asking her to suck his cock.
But that was why she kept enjoying a friends-with-benefits relationship with Samantha. She at least was always willing to satisfy.
Carmen slipped the birth control sponge inside her pussy, and put on a little something-something for Bobby, namely a red lace demi-cup push-up bra, and crotch-less red panties, each with a dainty little red satin bow in the exact front center.
Finally, she put on her dress, and stepped out of the bathroom.
She came out of the bathroom, and glided back down the hall to the guest bedroom, where she put on a pair of diamond-stud earrings, and slipped on her boots, then checked her purse for all the essentials, and headed back into the hallway. She stopped at the doorway to Jake's bedroom. She saw Jake sitting on his bed, and felt a tiny pang of...something.
Jake asked, "Is there any hot water left?"
Laughing a little, she said, "Yes, of course there is. I'd imagine you're feeling a little grungy, too, huh?"
"Yeah. I want to take a shower."
Carmen casually slung the strap of her purse over her shoulder. "I won't be very long. Just a couple of hours."
"No worries. Just be back before dinner."
"Okay. Are you sure you'll be okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine. Just be careful and drive safely."
Carmen smiled. "I promise."
Keys jingling and heels clicking, she went up the hallway.
Carmen left the house, walked directly to her car, and drove away.
Heart pounding like a trip-hammer, she felt her pussy become wet. The closer she got, the wetter she got. Bobby was her boyfriend, and she did miss him.
Fifteen minutes later, she pulled up to his apartment building, killed the ignition, got out, locked her door, and walked directly for his apartment.
She thought she heard bedsprings squeaking, as she walked up the steps to his front door. She blushed, thinking someone else besides her was having a good afternoon. Bobby had given her an extra key to his apartment. She slid that key easily into the lock and turned it. The door opened silently.
She stepped inside with equal silence; the carpeted floor muffled the sounds of her high-heeled boots. But when she closed the door, it closed with an audible click.
And now she could hear the moaning. Loud and clear.
The moaning-and-bedsprings symphony paused suddenly. Carmen stopped, hand on her mouth, right where she was, and held her breath, not even daring to exhale.
A breathless female voice whispered, "Bobby?"
Bobby's voice said, "What? Why are you stopping?"
"I thought I heard something."
"Don't worry about it."
"Didn't you say your girlfriend Carmen has a key?"
"I said, forget it."
"But don't you want--"
"No, I want you to put my cock back in your pussy!"
"Okay!"
Carmen heard a new noise -- a sharp intake of breath, a gasp.
The symphony resumed.
Judging by the high-pitched, nasal quality of the female voice, he was fucking a white woman. Carmen's pussy was wet no longer. Anger boiled in the pit of her stomach.
But her anger was the cold type. She wasn't the type to go in the bedroom and confront him, most unusual for a black woman. Instead, she sat on his couch in the darkness, not even bothering to turn on the lamp. She folded her arms over her breasts, and crossed her legs, bobbing one leg up and down idly. And waited for him to finish fucking this white girl.
Might as well give him her key back, since she was here. Yeah, she could have just left the key, and sent him a text message. But that would be too easy.
She wanted to see his face. Wanted him to see her face.
She had not even a passing interest in a threesome -- not with her ex-boyfriend and this no-booty skinny white girl, at least.
Carmen was impressed, as she glanced at the time on her cell phone. Bobby was lasting a long time. But she had no interest in knowing how he was lasting so long, either. She just wanted to break up with him, and get back to the house.
She waited ten minutes for the symphony to conclude. The rhythm of the squeaking bedsprings got fast, then slowed down, then got fast, then slowed down. Then faster -- and stopped. The moaning followed the cadence of the squeaking, reached a crescendo, and subsided.
It didn't turn her on in the slightest. She had to press her lips together to stifle the noises of contempt in her mouth. She was glad the lamp wasn't on.
Then the conversation in the bedroom turned to more mundane matters. She heard the woman say, "Bobby, honey?"
"Yeah, Wendy?"
"Can you get me a glass of water, please?"
"Did I wear you out, baby?"
"Oh, god, did you ever. I'm glad Jake broke up with me."
Carmen had to cover her mouth. Jake! Oh, Jake.
"So am I."
"Good."
"So you see what I mean now about black cock?"
"Yes, I do, believe me. Just don't choke me with that thing next time when I'm going down on you."
