Love Knows No Color Pt. 09

Sobbing, Rose stuck out her tongue and licked our sticky juices of Shavonda's fingers. "You see. That what love taste like." Shavonda continued. "Remember the taste. Remember what yo ex-husband's love juice taste like. It's the last thing of his you'll ever have. It's a taste we BOTH love. Jason, tell her how much you love our swirl."

"Why don't I show her," I said. "Baby come to me." Shavonda backed away from Rose. I quickly knelt in front of her and buried my head under her dress. I licked the gooey cream from her soaked pussy, enjoying the taste of our love. Enjoying knowing that Rose was watching. Enjoying her knowing that she once had this and threw it away. Shavonda quickly rewarded me with another orgasm, pulsing around my deep buried tongue. She pushed my head away. "Baby, that's enough. We gotta get outa here."

Turning to Rose, Shavonda said menacingly, "Don't you breathe a word bout this to nobody. My family large. Got family in Muncy. You be going there soon. Any of this come out, anybody bother me bout this, or my family, I pay a visit to Muncy. Tell my cousins yo name. What yo dumb ass look like. They make yo next ten years a living hell. Remember that. And even if they come for me, others in my family will tell them. You won't last long in Muncy, cuz you a stupid bitch. Don't know when to stop running yo mouth." Muncy was the women's prison in central Pennsylvania. Turning to me, she said, "Jason, you ready to leave? Let's get out of here. You drive." As we got in the car, Shavonda gave the parting shot. "Buh bye Rose. Sorry your kids couldn't come see ya. But ya fucked that up too. Now they my kids."

I quickly turned the Cruze around. It was almost dark now. We left Rose sitting in her own vomit and the shattered glass from her car door's window. We made our way up Parkwood to Mountain Avenue and I turned left. Shavonda was in the other seat sobbing. "South Hills Motel, on 51," she choked out. "The jacuzzi suite. Our stuff is already there." She reached in her purse and handed me a room key, then continued her sobbing. I felt bad for her. She leaned her head in my lap as I drove. I stroked her coarse hair with my free hand, trying to comfort her as we fought the rush hour traffic on 51 to Jefferson Hills.

Once there, I picked her up and carried her to the room. It was beautiful. With a king bed, mirrored walls and a hot tub in the corner. I laid her on the bed, kissing her lightly, then turned to fill the tub with water. I also turned on the cd player with her iPod plugged into it. She'd had it set to play r&b, so we listened to that.

Turning back, I noticed her feet were full of the broken glass from Rose's car window. I quickly retrieved the waste can from next to the dresser, and gently swept the loose glass from the soles of her feet. There were still a few pieces imbedded there. "Von, baby why didn't you tell me you hurt your feet? DO we have tweezers and rubbing alcohol?"

"In the bathroom on the sink," she said. "Look in my bag for the tweezers."

I got them and sat down to pick the glass from her soles. "This is going to hurt a bit. Do you want a drink?"

She nodded her head. "That would be nice."

Looking around the room, I found the black cherry rum on the dresser, and ice and Dr. Pepper in the refrigerator. Quickly, I mixed a drink and handed it to her. Red eyed, she looked at me and said, "Thank you for helping me take that spot back."

I had taken a seat on the bed next to her. I held one of her feet over the waste can, and gently picked out the shards of glass. "What do you mean, Von? Baby what's wrong?" I had thought that she was merely despondent over her fight with Rose, but now I sensed it went deeper than that.

"How do you think I knew about that spot? That's where the cop took me to assault me on Valentines Day." I understood now what had happened. Rose had precipitated the arrest as humiliation for Shavonda. She probably didn't know that the arresting officer was going to try to get a freebie from the woman he thought was a prostitute. Shavonda had remembered the spot, and how to get there. She'd waited for Rose to get off work, then herded Rose there. Rose was too busy trying to get away from us she hadn't noticed where she was going. The spot of the degradation Rose had brought to Shavonda, became the spot of Rose's ultimate humiliation. Turnabout was fair play. Karma is a bitch.

The first foot was done. I poured alcohol over it, watching her moan in pain as the alcohol cleansed her wounds.

"What was up with the hood rat act?" I asked. I placed her other foot over the waste can and picked the shards from it as well.

"She thinks we are all a bunch of dirty niggers. I just gave her what she expected. Oh, and I don't know anybody in Muncy. But she don't know that. Now she's scared shitless of what will happen to her there. She won't be bothering us anymore. You wait and see."

"Well, it really turned me on," I laughed. I poured the alcohol over the second foot. She was bleeding a little from her soles, but at least the glass was gone.

"Did it now?" Shavonda smiled. "I'll have to remember that."

The tub was full. I turned off the water. Shavonda had removed her blood-soaked dress and bra. I think she left the panties back on Parkwood. I picked her up and carried her to the tub setting her down gently in the warm bubbling water. I turned to her. "You wait right here. I am still filthy from work. Let me rinse off in the shower. Don't want diesel fuel rings on the hot tub. Don't try to get up. I need you off your feet until your they heal."

I took a quick shower and returned, naked, to the hot tub. I sat with Shavonda, cuddling in the bubbling water. "I'm hungry," she said. "Let's order a pizza."

An hour later, the pizza arrived. I had put on a pair of shorts Shavonda had packed for me and answered the door. "Don't let that poor boy stand out there in the cold. Invite him in."

I let the delivery boy in the room and pulled out my wallet to pay him. "Hi," Shavonda waved from the hot tub. He turned to look, and his jaw dropped when he saw her in all her naked glory. I gave him a $20 and told him to keep the change. He nervously left, tripping on his way out. "I think I scarred him for life," she said. Obviously, Shavonda's exhibitionist side had come out to play. That was a good sign.

It was now a little after 8:30. Shavonda had me hand her cell phone. She called Tamika. The phone was on speaker so we could hear the conversation, I had climbed back in the tub.

"Hey, Tamika, you doing anything? Wanna do me a big favor?"

"I was about to get busy with Brian," Tamika sounded irritated. "What you want?"

"I hurt my feet and Jason's been drinking. I need something to smoke. Can you bring me a couple of dimes? Get one for yourself too, and some blunts. We got the jacuzzi at the South Hills Motel. Come join us. Brian too. He isn't shy, is he?" Shavonda said. With her hand over the phone, she said to me. I don't normally do this, but I really need to destress right now."

"A hot tub party? Why didn't you say so?" Tamika answered. Her mood had definitely picked up. We heard her ask Brian, "Wanna spend the evening in a hot tub with two beautiful naked black women?"

"Hell, yeah" he replied.

"We'll be right over. Where do we sleep?" Tamika asked.

"We'll get you two a room here. You two can have privacy if you want it." Shavonda was in a generous mood.

"Wait, all this because your feet hurt?" Tamika was incredulous.

"Not, my feet hurt. More like, I hurt my feet. Jason doesn't want me walking on them for a few days. It's a long story. We'll tell you when you get here," Shavonda explained. "Oh, and could you stop by Walmart and get a couple of rolls of gauze for me?"

"Well, let us get some clothes on and we'll be there." Tamika sounded excited now.

Shavonda hung up the phone and had me retrieve the house phone from the dresser. She dialed the front desk. "Hey, it's Ms. Jenkins in the jacuzzi room. Any chance the room next to us is available? It is? Great! Can you open the door between it and our room so we have a suite? You have my card on file, just add it to my room charges. Two nights, tonight and tomorrow night. Oh, and could you add Sunday night in the jacuzzi room as well? Bring me the slip to sign when you unlock the door."

Shavonda turned to me. "Well now we have company for the weekend. I really need to unwind. This past week, and today especially was pure hell. Tamika lives in Duquesne so she won't be long." I understood perfectly. I was still expecting the police to be knocking on our door at any second about Rose.

Soon the desk clerk stopped by to unlock the door between the two rooms, and leave us the key. Shavonda handed him her card, he went to run the charges, and brought back the card and the charge slip for her to sign. She lay naked in the hot tub the whole time, completely at ease with herself. I think she was getting a cheap thrill out of being naked in front of complete strangers in a situation she totally controlled.

Soon, Tamika knocked on the door. I opened it and let her and Brian in. As she threw a Walmart bag on the bed, she noticed the bloody dress. "Oh my God, what happened?"

I looked at the clock radio. It read 9:59. "Von, baby, the ten o'clock news is about to come on. Do you want to watch?"

I turned the tv on and set it to 53. We watched the news. About 5 minutes into the newscast, the story came on. "In other news, a bizarre carjacking incident in Beechview has left an Overbrook woman hospitalized with a concussion, a broken nose and two cracked ribs. Police say Rose Waite was dragged from her car and savagely beaten by two men, one Hispanic and one white." Two composite sketches appeared on the screen, I bust out laughing. "If you have any information on the whereabouts of these two men, please call the crime stoppers hotline."

Tamika looked at me and said, "Isn't that your ex, Jason? That's sick." She was in the middle of rolling us some blunts.

"No, you don't understand. She gave the police artists the description of Cheech and Chong," I laughed so hard tears were streaming from my eyes.

"Who's Cheech and Chong?" they all asked.

"Back in the seventies they were a comedy duo who specialized in drug humor. They made a series of movies. Up in Smoke was one of them. It's a classic."

"Why would she do that?" Tamika asked. She looked at Shavonda and suddenly it dawned on her. "Von, you didn't? Is that how you hurt your feet? Is that why your dress is bloody? No wonder you need some weed." She'd finished with the blunts. She lit one and handed it to Shavonda, who took a deep inhale.

Shavonda held the smoke then exhaled. "Give me a minute, I'll tell you all about it. Can we trust Brian?"

"Yes, He's good." Tamika was getting ready to get in the tub. She bent over and pulled her shirt over her head, then reached around her back and unsnapped her bra. The straps slid from her shoulders, and the bra fell to the floor. She turned around to face us, her ponderous breasts swinging as she did. They were the same caramel color as the rest of her body, with large dark areolas and extended nipples. She weighed about the same as Rose, but carried it better. Tamika had much wider hips and an ass to match. She wore her weight well.

She climbed into the tub and sat down. "Girl, you didn't tell me bout those jets. Damn, they feel good." She looked at me still in my shorts, and Brian fully clothed. "You boys gonna stare all night or are you gonna join us?"

I stripped off my shorts and climbed in the tub. The ladies made a spot for me between them. "Now I know you told me he was hung but that's ridiculous," Tamika said, staring between my legs. I turned red.

"You should see him when he's fully hard," Shavonda said.

"I hope I do. That I've got to see," Tamika laughed. "Don't worry Brian, I still want you. Now get your ass in the tub and keep us company." She turned to Shavonda, who was still puffing on the blunt. "You better pass that thing." Shavonda passed the blunt to me. I took a hit, holding the smoke. I, too, needed to calm my nerves, and the rum wasn't doing it.

Shavonda started in on her story. "We got a letter today. Rose is trying to terminate our parental rights. All based upon the bullshit she started. I know we'll win in family court, because she doesn't have any evidence to back it up." Tamika took a hit off the blunt and passed it to Brian, who was finally naked and in the tub.

"Well, today I just lost it," Shavonda said sadly. "The letter was the final straw. We waited for her to leave work, then I herded her down a dead-end road. We trapped her at the end of the road. I bust out her window with a tire iron and dragged her from the car and whooped that ass."

"You broke her nose and ribs?" Tamika asked incredulously. "Wow."

"Apparently so. It gets better. I punched her in the stomach so hard she threw up on herself. "Then, while she lay there in her own filth, I fucked Jason right in front of her. Had him bend me over and take me right there while she watched." Shavonda was calm now, recounting the tale as though she didn't have a care in the world. "After we were done, I put my fingers deep inside me, and made her lick the swirl off my fingers."

"No you didn't," Tamika was laughing now.

"Yes, I did!" Shavonda said. Tamika gave her a high five. "Told her I had family in Muncy and they'd get her if she ever told on me."

"You're not worried she'll tell?" Tamika looked worried.

"Not anymore. Evidently, she was able to drive herself somewhere else and call the po-lice. They ain't looking for us. They looking for somebody she made up in her head." Shavonda told her, looking relieved. "That's why we wanted the news on: to find out if they were looking for us. They are not."

Tamika was giddy now. I puffed on the blunt, which had worked its way back to me. I exhaled, the buzz was starting to take effect.

"The best part about it was Von went full ghetto on me," I said slowly. "It was such a turn on."

"Did he just say that?" Tamika said. She looked down at my crotch in the tub. "Jason, did that really turn you on? Oh my god, it did! It's turning him on now!" She was right. Just talking about it had me in a full-blown erection. "Jason, stand up. Let me see. Please."

I looked at Shavonda. She shrugged and said, "Go ahead and show her. She wants to see it."

I stood up and turned around to face the ladies. "Ohh," Tamika shrieked. "He's HUGE. Von how do you take that thing? It has to hurt."

Shavonda was mellow now. "Not really. Actually, it feels incredible. He was gentle the first few times we did it, letting me get used to it. Now I couldn't imagine being without it." Brian, in the corner, looked like he felt small. I sat back down in the water. I didn't want him to feel uncomfortable.

"Don't worry, Brian. It's you she loves, not me. She wants yours, not mine. Tamika, stop drooling over mine and take care of your man. He needs you. We rented the room next door so you could have some privacy if you need it." I was trying to get Tamika to pay attention to her man, who looked neglected.

Tamika took the hint. She stood, and offered her hand to Brian. "Come on baby. Jason's right, I need to take care of you. Actually, I need you right now." She helped him out of the tub. They took a couple of towels from the shelf next to the tub, drying themselves off as they disappeared into the other room.

We had the hot tub to ourselves now. "Von, baby, you ready to get out of the tub? You need me to do anything?" Shavonda smiled.

"As a matter of fact, I need you." She put her arms around my neck. "Carry me to the bed please." I picked her up in my arms and carried her gladly. No way her feet were going to touch the ground this weekend. I gently lid her down on the mattress, then gabbed some towels to dry her off.

"Do you want me to put the gauze on your feet?" I asked. I didn't want them to get infected.

"Not yet. I will probably want to go back in the tub. But I could use another blunt," Shavonda looked at me with sad eyes. "I messed up, Jason. I shouldn't have hit her. Thank god you took the tire iron from me. I might have killed her. I wasn't raised like that. I hope she'll be okay."

I stared at her. Shavonda was worried about the person she'd just put in the hospital. The person who'd caused us so many problems over the past few months. Now that she'd calmed down her attitude wasn't 'bitch had it coming,' it was 'I hope I didn't hurt her too bad.' And a genuine sadness that she'd hurt Rose at all. I understood her pain. I felt bad for punching Rose in the face, not because she didn't deserve it, but because I'd been too weak to stop myself. Shavonda was feeling the same way. I lit another blunt and passed it to her. This was going to be a long, smoky weekend. She needed to deaden herself until she was able to cope. I hoped it wouldn't be too long, but I knew Shavonda was a strong black woman. She'd been through worse, alone. She'd come through this with my help.

We sat on the bed, my arm around her, passing the blunt back and forth. When it was done, we lit another. Soft moans and whimpers were coming from the other room, where Tamika was obviously taking care of her man, or was it the other way around? I felt the buzz in my head, felt the music from the iPod in my very bones. My senses were heightened. I was getting the munchies.

For me, the munchies had never been about being hungry, per se, but rather the insatiable need to feel something on my lips, to taste something, to smell it as well. The fact that it was usually food I mindlessly shoveled into my mouth gave rise to the term. In reality, it could be anything as long as my senses of touch, taste and smell were stimulated.

I turned Shavonda's head toward me, and gave her a deep kiss. I let the sensations take over as we deeply explored each other's mouths with our tongues. I could tell she was feeling it too. I broke the kiss and ran my lips and tongue up and down her body. She tasted and felt divine. If there were a heaven, I'd want it to be just like this: lips sensually gliding over dark chocolate skin. It wasn't about sexual stimulation, the sexual aspect of it was secondary. I wanted, needed to feel her on my lips, to taste and smell her skin. I took my time, covering every inch of her body. She moaned softly beneath me as my mouth worked its magic on her. I softly massaged her with my hands as I went. No oils, nothing but skin on bare skin, our skin tones contrasting beautifully. They looked even more compelling tonight, under our heightened senses.

I gently rolled her over and repeated my efforts on her back side. I worked my way up from her ankles to her ass cheeks, kissing her special spot lightly just to see her jump in pleasure, before moving on. Up her spine, I blazed a trail of kisses to the back of her neck. I rolled her back over and kissed her lips again.

"Mmmm, you sure know how to make a girl feel special," she purred. "Now it's my turn."

She repeated what I had done, on hands and knees she worked her lips and tongue down my body. I kissed any part of her body that came within range as she did this, causing her to giggle when I did. "Jason, that tickles." The sensations of her warm mouth and breath were driving me crazy. I let her work her way down to my feet, where her hands deftly massaged my soles. I felt bad I was unable to massage hers, tattered as they were.

She rolled me over on my stomach, and worked her way up the back of my legs, past my cheeks, and up my spine to my neck. I was in heaven. Rolling me back over she gently kissed me. "Did it feel good Jason? Did I make you feel the way you made me feel? I need you right now. I want you to taste my nectar. I've been creaming just for you. Make me feel special. Make me come all over your face."