Most of the dialogue here is in Jamaican Patois. I have done things this way because I think that the Patois has a lyrical quality to it that Standard Jamaican English (SJE) doesn't quite capture, and it is the way that many Jamaicans speak when backstage with close friends and relatives. Certainly the blend between SJE and the Patois is there for many even if SJE is the onstage presentation at work and broadly socially. If you read it and sound the words phonetically you should be able to understand what is being said. If not, please feel free to ask me. - Cin
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The couple on the bed pause suddenly and listen, shocked, breathing heavily. The man has been fucking the voluptuous woman violently. She is sopping wet and ready for him; primed just the way he likes her. Her legs fall from near her ears and wrapped around his torso to trap him. She needs little encouragement because he wants to stay. He is so hard that it is painful. He needs to cum but this interruption is like a pail of cold water taken straight in the face. He has just swallowed her low moan and a filthy exhortation in a harsh kiss when they first hear the voice. They glance at each other. The man shakes his head slightly and sighs heavily. The woman frowns and hisses her teeth.
"Eric? You in there?" shouts a voice from outside. "Eric?"
"Me a come," the man shouts back finally when he accepts that his friend will not leave. He does not want to leave the woman but he must. He gives her nipple one last, lingering suck and a painful little bite and turning over, he bounds out of the bed and grabs his clothes. He turns to the naked woman at his side, smiling ruefully.
"Trust me, A." he whispers and leaves the room.
The woman lies in bed. She closes her eyes and winces. Her nipples are painfully erect, her body trembling with need. She needs to cum! Damn that man, Eric! Why must he be such a goody-goody! Why can't he leave the fucker outside? Who would expect someone to still receive guests at this hour? Why answer the door?
The woman bites her bottom lip and hisses her teeth again. She is very disappointed. She thinks of her pleasure denied. She sighs and tries to fight off angry tears. She glances at the clock on the night table next to the bed. She sees that it shows 1:30. He throws herself in the bed again and screams silently.
The woman listens to the men speak and laugh. She frowns again. Eventually, she hears a door slam and a gate clank. The woman sits up and glances at the clock. She sees that it is now 1:59. The woman hears two cars start up and drive away.
The woman punches the pillow on which the man was lying, twice. She hurls the pillow to the floor. The woman grabs her own face and presses her long nails into the skin at her hairline. The woman screams silently. The woman massages her temples, sighs and shrugs her shoulders. She glances at the clock. She sees that it is now 2:05. The woman then gets up and dresses quickly. She wipes her still wet cunt in the bed sheets, leaving her musk for Eric to smell whenever he decides to return. She wants to torture him.
The woman walks to the living room and sits in a chair. She pulls her legs to her chest and hugs herself. She stares at the blank screen of the television standing in front of her. She peers toward the clock on the wall. The woman closes her eyes and continues to rock herself gently. She hears a car stop outside. She rises from the chair, turns on the television and stares at a point on the wall just above it. She glances at the clock on the wall. She sees that it shows 2:16.
The man opens the door at 2:18. He chuckles.
"Close call..."
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The man is fucking the woman violently. She likes it rough, and he likes to oblige her. This is their third time tonight and still she isn't gentle with him. She is ravenous and so is he when he is with her. A lady in the boardroom and on the social scene; but he has no words for what she is in the bedroom! He is learning fast! He is learning that it is possible for a woman's legs to really bend back and rest around her own ears without her toppling over! Fucking contortionist! He is learning that women can get so wet that they slurp when they walk! He loves her role plays, her lack of inhibition about sex, her inventiveness about making his fantasies come true, her wildness. Yes! Avis is some woman!
The man hears a voice calling his name and asking if he is here. He plows his thick dribbling cock into the woman's slick hole a few more times hoping that his friend will leave if they remain quiet enough. The voice is insistent though. It demands that he respond. The voice outside excites and frightens him. As lovely as she is, he does not wish this man to know what he has been doing. It would be very embarrassing at best. He winces, groans, withdraws and looks momentarily at the woman. The woman frowns. The man rises from the bed. He dresses hurriedly and whispers to her. He has made a choice. He tries to reassure her. The woman stares angrily at him. He knows that there will be hell to pay later.
The man walks to the veranda. He opens the gate and lets another man into the house. The men shake hands and slap each other on the back.
"What you doing here so late, man? It's 1:30!"
"I'm just leaving. I was working and I fell asleep, but I have to go."
"I was just passing and I saw the car. I came to see if you were here..."
The men continue to talk and laugh and drink two bottles of beer. The man, Eric, packs some books and clothes into a black bag. He picks up a bunch of keys from the coffee table. He glances toward the door, smiles at his friend and looks at his watch. It is 1:57.
"Boy, I have a rough day tomorrow," he lies smoothly. "I really was leaving just as you came along, you know. Let's make it another evening. I can't manage it tonight."
"That's cool man."
His friend looks disappointed but tries to put a brave smile on. It does not quite work. There is something cold and angry about him tonight. It might be good for them to talk, but not tonight. He needs to get back to bed as soon as possible.
