L.F.L Part. 2

After Michelle left Charlotte’s house, she went home to pack an overnight bag. She was going to Phillip’s as she did every weekend, but tonight was going to be different; she was going to reel him in—“The power of the pussy baby!” she thought, slightly amused. As she was packing, her phone rang and she knew by the sound of the ring tone, it was Phillip. “Hey baby” Michelle said, answering her phone. “Hi babe” she heard Phillip say. “I just wanted to hear your voice” he continued, “You know I’ve been missing you these past three days.” “I miss you too honey” Michelle replied. “You are still coming home tonight aren’t you?” she asked him. “Yes, in fact my plane is supposed to get in at about eight o’clock, so I should be home by nine or so. Will you be at the house when I get there?” he asked her, trying his damnedest not to sound like a lovesick puppy! “Maybe” she said coyly. “Or maybe there’ll just be a note telling you where to find me!” she teased. “Woman, you are something else! But you know I want to see you—bad!” he said, positive he sounded desperate now! “You will baby, you will” she told him. “Ok babe, I just took a break from my meeting to call you; I gotta finish up so I can get outta here on time” he said. “Ok sweetie...I’ll talk to you later, bye­bye” Michelle said. “Bye honey” Phillip said and hung up.

Michelle arrived at Phillip’s house around six­thirty that Friday evening. As she let herself in, she called out so she wouldn’t startle Maria, Phillip’s housekeeper. “Hel­lo­o” Michelle called out; “Maria, are you still here?” “Hola Miss Michelle” Maria called out from somewhere in the house. “A delivery came for you today” Maria said as she entered the room. “I put the packages arriba­-upstairs, in the guestroom.” She told Michelle. “Thanks Maria” Michelle replied. “Do you need algo mas-­something else?” Maria asked, “I am just going now.” “Is everything I asked for ready?” Michelle asked. “Si, Si!” Maria exclaimed, “Strawberries con chocolaté y champagne in the refrigerator.” “Ok, thanks. Then, no—I can’t think of anything else. I’ll see you next week” Michelle said. “Ok, bye Miss Michelle. ¡Hasta luego, eh!” Maria said as she hurried out the door.

Michelle went upstairs and put her overnight bag in the guestroom, but she didn’t intend to sleep in there tonight! She checked her watch; six­fifty; she had just a little less than two hours to make herself ready to give Phillip his surprise. She took a long bubble bath, applied her make­up and curled her hair. She decided to pin her curls up so that when Phillip took the combs out of her hair, it would fall into a sexy cascade of curls flowing almost to her waist. “As much as he likes to play with my hair, that should make him crazy” she thought.

Michelle went downstairs and put a note on the hallway table where Phillip always left his keys. The note simply said “Tonight is the night!” She kissed the note leaving the imprint of a perfect pair of red lips. She then put the champagne and strawberries, an ice bucket and two flutes on a tray and went back upstairs. She placed the tray on the credenza in Phillip’s bedroom, popped open the champagne and poured some for herself in one of the champagne flutes, then placed the bottle into the crystal ice bucket. Before Michelle sat herself on Phillip’s bed to wait for him, she lit some candles around the bedroom, and turned on some sexy jazz. As she sat on the bed and sipped her champagne, Michelle hoped that this time her plan would finally come to its fruition. While she was thinking, she heard Phillip’s key unlock the door, so she reclined on his bed in a provocative pose and waited.

Phillip entered the house and sat his suitcase and briefcase down next to the hallway table. As he was about to place his keys on the table, he saw Michelle’s note, and picked it up. After reading the note, he looked up past the stairs and saw the candlelight flickering into the hallway. Phillip immediately dropped his keys and the note and ran up the stairs—taking them two at a time! When he saw Michelle reclining on his bed looking so­o­-o sexy in that red dress and shoes, he felt an erection coming on that seemed like it would burst through his trousers! He couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe!!

“Cham­pain Mista’ Stevens?” Michelle asked in her most Scarlett O’Hara drawl; and as she got up, she sat her glass down on the nightstand, then walked to the credenza and poured some champagne for Phillip. She beckoned him to come to her, as she held out his glass. When Phillip walked over to Michelle, she seductively handed him the glass.

Phillip took the glass then sat it down and pulled Michelle to him. He didn’t need that champagne, he was intoxicated by her! Phillip pulled her closer; she could feel his erection and his pounding heartbeat. Then he lifted her off her feet and carried her back to his bed gently, as if he thought she would break. He laid her on the bed and laid down beside her. “You are so damn beautiful it hurts!” he told her, as his fingers brushed her cheek. He kissed her forehead and he seemed to be in another world. Phillip got up and retrieved his glass, and came back to the bed. He sat down and handed Michelle her glass as she sat up. “Woman, you have me feeling like a sixteen year old virgin!” Phillip exclaimed. “Look at me; I can’t think, my heart is pounding and my palms are sweaty. I’m a hot mess! All my cool points just went down the drain!” he laughed.

“Oh God” Michelle thought, “he’s already in as deep as you can get!” Michelle shushed Phillip and picked up a chocolate covered strawberry. She took a bite, then fed Phillip the rest of it. “I’ve been waiting for you baby” she told him. “I’m ready to go to the next level. I didn’t like not being able to see you for three whole days!” she pouted as she put her legs across his lap.

“You don’t know how I have dreamed about making love to you” Phillip said. He took a sip of champagne then sat his glass down and removed Michelle’s shoes. He rubbed her feet; then, his hands moving up, and he massaged her legs. Michelle began to feel relaxed as she sipped her champagne while her feet and legs were being massaged. She closed her eyes and let her legs open slightly as Phillip’s hands continued to wander. “Um” she said, “that feels really good baby.”

Phillip took Michelle’s glass and sat it on the nightstand next to his. He leaned over and lightly kissed her lips, then reached behind her and unzipped her dress. He laid her down and slid off her dress. Michelle was naked, except for a tiny little lacy red thong. Phillip looked at her, and he was overwhelmed. During the three months they had been seeing each other, he had never seen her without any clothes on. He felt stunned; as though someone had knocked the wind out of him. It was almost more than he could stand! He somehow managed to get out of his clothes, slid that thong off of Michelle then laid down beside her.

She turned on her side, facing him, and wrapped one leg over his thighs. His erection immediately sprang back to life and he pulled her on top of him. He longed for her hair to fall down. “What’s holding that hair up?” he asked. “Just two combs” she told him. He pulled out the combs and her hair cascaded down like a waterfall of curls, brushing his face and neck.

Michelle tantalized Phillip’s earlobes with her tongue and she felt his muscles quiver as her lips began kissing his neck. She then started her journey downward, exploring his body with her hands, lips and tongue, as she let her hair sweep over him. She got as far down as his chest, and she kissed his nipples—expertly teasing them with her tongue. Suddenly he flipped her under him.

As he lay on top of her, she could feel his hardness throbbing between her thighs. He kissed her forehead then her eyelids and let his tongue explore her— from her earlobe, to her neck, to her breast. With one hand cupped on her breast, the other hand wandered down; stroking the inside of her thighs and kept traveling until it stopped—not quite inside her. His fingers began to rub her, making her want him inside her.

“Oh Phillip” she whispered, “make love to me!” When he finally entered her, a small moan escaped her lips, and his muscles tensed. As he moved in and out, she moved with him until the rhythm of their lovemaking began to build. “Oh my God!” she was whispering. “Harder!” she implored. He moved harder and faster and she wrapped her legs around him with an urgency to drive him deeper into her.

Then, eyes closed.....................driving rhythm.....................lips whispering...........fists clenched...............back arching.............nerve endings on fire.............breathlessness..........heat..........moaning.........hands grasping..........lips murmuring..........muscles tensing...........sweat pouring...........bodies spent!

Phillip rolled off of Michelle in a worn out sweaty heap. She laid there feeling that same old nothing. Despite the “hellafied” (Charlotte’s word) orgasm she just experienced (Phillip had screwed her brains out!), she just didn’t feel any emotional connection—at all.

“Wow!” was all Phillip could manage to say. He turned over and kissed her. “Baby; you worked it; and made me work for it! “You blew my mind too baby” she said, snuggling into him. “And you know you can knock some boots!” she exclaimed, laughing. “Honey you know this is how it could be all the time with us” he told her, “I just want you here with me.” “I know, but...” she started saying. “Michelle” Phillip interrupted; (he was about to admit the thing he had never said out loud to another woman) “I’m in love with you.” Michelle feigned surprise, and acted like she didn’t know what to say. “That’s ok baby, you don’t have to say anything. I just wanted to tell you just how much you mean to me” Phillip told her. Michelle was afraid to say anything; she feared he would know she was lying if she did. Then Phillip hugged her tightly and kissed her.

“I don’t know about you” Phillip said, rising from the bed, “but I am starving! After a workout like that I need some food! You hungry babe?” “Yeah, a little” Michelle answered. “Well let’s see if Maria left us anything” he said. Phillip grabbed his robe from the hook on the bathroom door and went downstairs hoping like hell Maria had left them some dinner.

While he was gone, Michelle rolled over on her stomach and propped her head up on her elbow as her thoughts returned to her present dilemma. Her plan was working so far. Phillip was in love with her and she had managed to convince him that she had some kind of feelings for him. “So what’s your damn problem?” she scolded herself. “Damn; I need to talk to Charlotte” she thought as she ate another strawberry and sipped champagne. “I am hungry!” she thought.

“Honey” she called out, “did we get lucky?” Just then Phillip entered the room with a serving tray on which were two heaping helpings of Maria’s famous “enchiladas de pollo” (chicken enchiladas). They were both crazy for Maria’s cooking, but since Phillip had only hired her as a housekeeper, he didn’t require her to cook. Maria knew how much they liked her cooking, so—usually on a Friday—she would surprise them with “something in the oven”. “Man did we ever get lucky; look—chicken enchiladas!” Phillip exclaimed. “Oooo” Michelle said.

After dinner, they were back to sipping champagne and they finished off the chocolate covered strawberries for dessert. Phillip began to massage Michelle’s feet. He wanted her to want having her feet rubbed every night. “Game’s on honey, wanna watch?” He asked, still rubbing her feet. “This late?” she asked. “Well, they’re playing on the west coast, so the starting time is later here” he explained. “Sure” she said, “let’s watch—whatever you want to do. Just keep rubbing my feet!”

Instead of spending Sunday with Phillip, Michelle went home. She desperately needed to talk to Charlotte. In the meantime, Charlotte had her own situation! She was putting away some socks in her husband’s sock drawer and found a receipt for a diamond bracelet, dated August 15th. She wasn’t snooping, just putting socks away and straightening out his sock drawer as she had always done. “What the hell!?” Charlotte exclaimed when she saw the receipt, “I don’t have no damned diamond bracelet!” Charlotte was pissed off. “That son-­of-­a—“ and before she could finish, a wave of panic washed over her.

Charlotte was fifty-­four years old and had spent the last thirty­six years being a devoted (well...dependable anyway!) wife and mother. She had read about how these young “gold­diggers” sought out older men for “sugar daddies”. “Michelle” Charlotte thought, “If anybody would know the four­one­one on the gold­-digger game...it’s her!” Charlotte rushed to the phone and dialed Michelle’s number.

Michelle was unpacking when her phone rang. “I have got to call Charlotte” she reminded herself. “Hello?” Michelle answered. “Michelle...it’s me. I need to see you!” Charlotte sounded upset Michelle thought. “What’s wrong?” Michelle asked, “You sound shook up.” “I am dammit!” Charlotte blurted out; pissed off and on the verge of tears at the same time. “Well, do you want me to come over or do you want to come over here?” Michelle asked. “I’m coming over there; and get the gin out...it’s gonna’ be a bumpy ride!” Charlotte hung up the phone, grabbed her purse and keys and rushed over to Michelle’s condo.

Ten minutes later Michelle heard her doorbell ring. As she opened the door, Charlotte rushed in and threw her keys and purse on the couch and went straight to the bar. “What’s going on?” Michelle asked. “What’s going on? Hah! I’ll tell you what’s going on! That bastard husband of mine has bought some bitch a diamond bracelet—that’s what’s going on!!” Charlotte angrily answered, her voice quivering. She finished pouring herself a drink and went over to the couch where she collapsed and burst into tears.

My God!” Michelle exclaimed, “Girl, no wonder you’re so shook up! What happened; how do you know?” “I found the damned receipt in his sock drawer” Charlotte answered. “I was putting away his socks like I have done twice a week for the last thirty­-two years, and his drawer was messy as usual so I was straightening it up and sorting his socks and there it was!” she finished.

“Damn—Kenny is the last man I could think of who would to that” Michelle said. “That’s why I called you” Charlotte replied, “you know about this stuff. Do you think he got hooked up with a gold­digger?” she asked. “Well thanks a lot!” Michelle sarcastically answered. “You know what I mean. Men give you stuff” Charlotte pointed out. Yeah, that’s how it starts; a bracelet here, a car there...401(k) plan...you know...the usual loot we gold­diggers end up with!” Michelle’s sarcasm continued.

“Would you be serious? This is my life!” Charlotte implored. “Charlotte, don’t just jump to conclusions. Talk to the man! Ask him about it; see what he tells you” Michelle replied. “A big­-ass lie probably! After all, I did move out of the bedroom two years ago; and about the only time we sleep together is on vacation! We ain’t gon’ make it; that’s all there is to it!” Charlotte answered shaking her head. “Shut up Charlotte, you’ve been with this man for thirty-­six years. The man is sixty years old; with problems. That’s why he retired remember? Hell, he’s probably just as happy not having to prove his “manly” (Michelle made air quotes) abilities as you are not making him! I think you either need to ask him about it or do your homework. Now here.” Michelle handed Charlotte a tissue, sat down beside her and hugged her. “Feel better?” she asked. “A little” Charlotte answered (at least now she didn’t feel murderous and suicidal!).

“Ok” Michelle said, “I was gonna call you too. Can we get to my problem now?” “Oh damn...what now?” Charlotte asked, blowing her nose. “Well, I went all the way with Phillip Friday night” Michelle began. “Went all the way? What are you, in high school?” Charlotte asked. “Ok, ok I screwed his brains out! Better?” Michelle asked, irked. “Anyway, he screwed my brains out right back...and nothing!” she said. “Nothing? No big ‘O’” Charlotte asked. “I’m not saying I was dead! Just no emotions” Michelle said, still irked.

“I tried to tell you ‘bout that shit; but nooooo—you and your damned plan!” Charlotte railed. “Don’t start about my plan!” Michelle said, “It is working. Not only did we have mind­blowing sex, he told me he’s in love with me and wants me to move in with him” she continued. “Well, what are you gonna do?” Charlotte asked her. “I don’t know what to do. That’s why I needed to talk it out with you” Michelle told Charlotte. “You know what I think about this shit! It’s gonna blow up in your face” Charlotte pointed out.

“I think I just need a change of scenery that’s all” Michelle said, trying to convince herself more so than Charlotte. “We are always at Phillip’s house, and I think I’m just too used to being there. It’s like being at home. I’m not feelin’ the romance” she continued, still attempting to persuade herself rather than Charlotte, that there was hope for her plan. ”I think we need to go someplace exotic and sexy” Michelle continued. Charlotte could see the wheels turning in Michelle’s head as she started spinning another scheme. “Phillip has a meeting in Florida coming up soon and he already asked me to go with him. At first I told him I didn’t want to go, but I think I’ll suggest that we hop over to a romantic Caribbean island for some romance time. The way he practically devoured my ass Friday night, he won’t say no” Michelle excitedly said.

“Ok” Charlotte warned, “a hard head makes a soft ass!” “Yeah..that’s it!” Michelle exclaimed, not listening to Charlotte; “I know I’m gonna come back and tell you I’m in love!” she finished. “Now, let’s solve your problem” Michelle told Charlotte with a gleam in her eyes that made Charlotte think maybe Michelle did know what she was doing. “Ok I­-spy­-P-­I, what do you have in mind!?” Charlotte asked.

Over the next few days, Michelle helped Charlotte come up with a plan to “investigate” what was going on with her husband. Charlotte was determined to get to the bottom of this and she knew Michelle was an expert in extracting information, so she agreed to let Michelle call the shots. “She might come up with some crazy­ass logic, but that heffa’ can get the nine­one­one on the four­-one-­one!” Charlotte admitted to herself.

Michelle had told Charlotte to just be cool; act like she didn’t know anything and just go on with her usual routine—but, she stipulated, “keep one eye open all the time!” She instructed Charlotte to keep her eyes and ears open for anything that was just weird; not part of her husband’s regular daily activity. “And” Michelle finally said, “keep a journal. Write that shit down. Be specific; keep track of dates and times, in case you have to go to an attorney—you know...that’s your insurance.” The next day Charlotte got up and went about her day as usual, with one exception—she was now “inspector­-detective” and was on the case!