The song on the radio was a smooth R&B love song – the type to make a person glad to have someone. I looked over at Nesha to share a memory that the lyrics invoked. She was still looking out of the window. Feeling courageous, I reached over and stroked her bare thigh. Without a word, Nesha shifted until my hand slid to the seat. I sighed heavily, resolving to keep both hands on the steering wheel. Why did I even bother? I didn't think what I did warranted the punishment she was dishing out. It was her idea in the first place. Nesha said it would be an adventure. I was perfectly happy with the status quo – our regular routine of life as a couple was anything but boring. Arguments were few, sex was frequent, and the cooking was like the dishes Grandma used to make. When the time clock sounded, I was among the first to my vehicle in a hurry to enjoy the comforts of home. I wasn't receiving any type of "comforts" lately. My hands gripped the steering wheel. Seven days. This had been anything but adventure.
Nesha's biggest fear was that we would start to take each other for granted the more time we spent together. To support her view, she cited the ancient theory of lesbian bed death and the break-ups of couples we knew. The fact that we were always fucking somehow didn't qualify as a statistic to be included in her research. Our night apart should also cause some subjects for conversation so our relationship won't become stagnant. My mind was already racing with ideas for a night out with the "boys" that I only nodded when Nesha said we should miss each other a little bit. So she hooked up with some femme friends and I rolled with their respective studs. I never expected my escapade to collide with Nesha's adventure at our favorite strip club. Even more surprising was that I was in the middle of smacking some buxom beauty's ass when I turned and noticed her. She played it off well. Laughing, she told me to order her a drink and we all sat down together. To the rest of the crew we were the perfect loving couple; but I could feel the cold tension of her body against me. I could see it when our eyes connected as she slid into the passenger seat of the car. On the way home I prepared to explain my actions for most of the night, however, Nesha gave me another surprise by playing soft music and taking a bubble bath – all without uttering a word to me.
I sat in the arm chair by the bedroom door kicking myself for giving in to the obvious temptation. She was making me sweat. From, experience, I knew she couldn't hole out. Nesha was just as hot for me as I was hot her which explained why our arguments were so few. When Nesha emerged from the bathroom, her lips were sealed while she prepared for bed. Transfixed by the sight, I watched as she smoothed lotion on her body. Nesha's hands glided across places I had memorized and often daydreamed about while at work. The silence was deafening. With twitching hands, I escaped to the bathroom to take a shower, more than a little worried that her stalemate wouldn't end before morning. My hope was renewed as I slid into bed next to her and noticed she was topless. Usually, when I fucked up, Nesha would put on her "don't-touch-me" pajamas consisting of lounge pants and a t-shirt. She may have already relented. The strip club tended to get us more than a little hot for each other. Carefully, I slipped my hand across her waist and pulled her closer to me. The scent of her lotion tickled my nose and my libido. Coasting up her stomach, my fingertips inching toward her ample breasts; but before I could complete my mission, she spoke,
"Why don't you find that skank bitch you were spanking and play with her titties? You ain't playing with these."
She pulled away from me and settled into a deep, comfortable sleep. Disappointed, I fluffed up my pillows and settled back for a long night of frustrated ardor. Now for a whole week, I had lived seven sleepless, horny nights feeling her body next to mine as she fidgeted in her slumber. Nesha made it extremely difficult strutting around the house half-nude and brushing up against me in the boy shorts I surprised her with when I was still in her good graces. The book in my lap was quickly forgotten as I watched her stretch to dust the entertainment center, her ass just beckoned me. Her activities weren't anything she didn't do that was out of the ordinary, except on a regular day I would be able to grab her and have my way with her. Being the persistent stud that I am, I continued to try again and again. Each time I was shot down with the same response.
"Casey, I'm not in the mood for you."
Shit. Casey, I'm not in the mood for you. I had heard that more times this week than I cared to recall. Casey, I'm not in the mood for you. Fuck, I was horny. As soon as I saw what she was wearing to the party, I knew the torture was only just beginning. The slinky blue dress had a flared hem that provided good pussy access that I loved so much. I could see the heels suspended in air as I kissed her shapely legs. Her nails digging into my scalp as she pulled me closer, deeper inside. Fuck, I needed some pussy. This was getting downright criminal.
The booming sound of the stereo system shook the windows as we pulled up. This was the last place I wanted to be. A night of keeping up appearances was not high on my list of fun. Now getting some pussy, I consider that fun. My eyes feasted on her bare legs as Nesha stepped down out of the SUV. Mutely, I followed her to the well lit two-story dwelling. It was a small gathering; an assortment of women who were either single or coupled off, enjoying good music and conversation. Femmes were attached to their studs in a most possessive manner to ward off all improper advances from the unattached lesbians. Most of the bachelorettes arrived with the intention of hooking up with someone new. Estrogen littered the living room and the back patio for those who enjoyed the gossip and camaraderie. Others escaped upstairs to lounge on the lush couches or shoot a game of pool on the blue felt table. Nesha was seemingly oblivious to the effect she was having on me as she mingled into the crowd to exchange pleasantries. She quickly disappeared with the hostess, completely secure that I would behave amidst the single women.
If she wasn't going to worry about me, I wasn't going to worry about her. An ice, cold bottle of beer dulled my senses as I attempted to socialize. A group of studs who were also in attendance that fateful night waved me over. After a few minutes, I moved on. If they had been better lookouts, I wouldn't be pussy deprived. Conversations surrounding me while walking through the house were unimportant and inevitably my thoughts returned to Nesha. When I saw her across the room, I gave up on the networking tactic and was sulking by the fireplace when Shea approached me. I didn't feel like being bothered and irritably scowled. At that moment, I didn't care how rude I was being.
"What's going on, Casey?"
My upbringing prevented me from completely ignoring her. "Nothing." I wished for her to go away. Wishing wasn't working.
"Where's Nesha?"
"Do you see her right here beside me?" I sneered. "Then obviously I don't know where she is."
"Damn nigga. I was just asking. What has you all wound up?" Shea asked. "I'm guessing something to do with Nesha?"
"Mind your business." Keeping up appearances was not my strong suit.
"Look, I'm going to try and be friendly to your ass one more time. You want to come and smoke this blunt with me or what?" Shea shoved me in the shoulder.
That idea was almost as good as pussy and I readily agreed. Out in the garage, among the bicycles and mechanics tools, Shea fired up the neatly rolled cigar. The acrid smoke filled my lungs and some of the pressure eased. Shea indulged me a few hits before taking it from me.
"So what the fuck is wrong with you?" She passed it back.
"Man, Nesha still tripping over that stripper." I complained, grateful for a sympathetic ear. "She's been withholding the pussy for a whole week now."
Shea just shook her head. "That's fucked up. You better than me, dawg. I would have had to take the pussy from Sharissa by now.
Something clicked inside me. Shea had a point. There was only one way to end this. After taking a few more its, I went in search of my woman. I had no time for consideration as I pushed through the crowd. I wanted Nesha. Where was she? I checked the kitchen and quickly escaped from the group of huntresses who had gathered there. I didn't know how I would react if I found her in one of the bedrooms and thankfully I didn't have to find out. I was upstairs long enough to quickly surveyed the room with no luck. Finally, I passed through the sliding glass doors to the patio. She was by the rail of the wooden deck, smiling and laughing with Sharissa. Nesha hadn't smiled like that in a week. Her smile disappeared when she saw me approach, causing my jealousy level to skyrocket. I struggled to get control of it since different types of frustration battled within my body.
"Hey Casey. You having a good time?" Sharissa asked.
"Yeah, I'm good." I kept my eyes on Nesha. "You mind if I talk to my baby for a minute?"
"Of course not. I'll see ya'll later." She raised her eyebrows at Nesha before closing the sliding door and shutting the vertical blinds.
The moon and the citronella torches placed around the yard provided little illumination. It was peaceful and the only sounds were the mating calls of the crickets and the muted hip hop music blaring inside. We should have been enjoying the night together with my arms around her right now. I didn't have much of a plan and didn't think beyond finding her. My mother always said test the water before diving in.
"Hey Baby."
"Casey, I'm not in the mood for you right now." Nesha replied coolly.
"Well damn, when you going to be in the fucking mood?" I snapped. "Shit, you haven't been in the mood all week."
Her sigh was heavy and irritated. "I'm not doing this here. We can talk about this at home."
As soon as she turned to leave, I grabbed her hand. That wasn't the best approach. "Baby, it was just a stripper. We've gone to that joint dozens of times."
"I know we have – together. You didn't behave that way when we're there - together. This is how you disrespect me when we're apart?" Nesha asked.
"No, I don't disrespect you."
"How am I to be sure about that? And then, all my girls saw you. Nothing but bullshit, Casey. How do you expect me not to be angry?"
"Okay Baby, I understand and I'm sorry. Please believe I don't disrespect you when we're apart but you cutting me off like I cheated or something." I pleaded my case.
"I don't want to think about it right now. I told you I would..."
