CHAPTER SIX: BAD APPLES

I guess the universe decided that I wasn’t prepared to handle two guys at once. Matt, Shane and I stayed at the club till 2 am, closing time. When we walked out into the cold dark air, I was under the impression that both of these boys were going to be climbing into the back seat of the cab with me, but to my surprise, Shane bailed. He made up some excuse, stating that he had class in a few hours. He rambled on about how tired he was already and how staying up even later would be a bad decision. I was a bit disappointed. After all, Shane was the one that I wanted the most. Matt wasn’t the greatest, but I had spent all of my time and my effort on him, no way was I going home alone. The drive to my home was hot. Young Matt had wandering fingers and those fingers somehow found themselves between my legs and in my sacred place. In and out they went, two fingers at time, at a slow pace. He was teasing, he was getting me ready. I didn’t mind. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have opened my legs wider. We both stared ahead, being sure that the cab driver kept his eyes on the road. I could feel this heat building inside of me, taking over me. When the teasing became too much, I pushed my thighs together. Matt chuckled a bit, probably amused. I gave a grin. He may be worth it, I thought. The drive was twenty five minutes. It was actually faster than I thought it would be. Even at night the streets could be crowded. The two of us scooted out of the back seat, finding our bearings. I may have had one too many shots and the same goes for Matt. I watched as the cab driver drove out onto the main street, the fence to my property closing. I led Matt to the door. He held on to me by the hips. I could feel his fingers at the end of my dress and his member hard against my ass. I bit my lip in excitement as I stuck the key into the door. The moment we stepped inside, Matt twirled me around and pulled me into a kiss. And man… was it something... And when I say that, I don’t mean it in a good way. His lips were too thin and when he kissed me, I swore it felt like he was sucking the life out of my body. His tongue went round and round as if he were lost at how to do it. He gripped me tight, I’m guessing to show passion and want, but to me it was a turn off. I placed my hand on his chest, pushing him back. We breathed heavily. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked with a flirty smile on his face. 

“I was asking myself the same thing,” I said out loud. “Is this normally how you kiss?” He blinked in confusion. 

“Don’t tell me you think I am a bad kisser…” I stared. 

“Fine. I won’t tell you.” He scoffed. “Just go slow… follow me.” I stepped closer, bringing my lips to his. I slipped my tongue in, massaging as gently as I could against his. He was doing okay the first twenty seconds, but apparently, I was going to slow for him, and he became more rough. Again, in a bad way. In frustration, I bit down, biting the top of his tongue hard. 

“Ow!” He pulled his head away, bringing his hand up to his mouth. “You bit me!” I stared, hoping that he didn’t like it. “You must really be into the rough stuff.” Shit, he liked it and was coming back for more. I scrunched up my face in disgust.

“Uhhhhhh Matt!” My voice was loud and it stopped him in his tracks. “Thank you for coming.” I said. He tilted his head a bit in confusion, his light brows dropping down to the start of his rather large nose. 

“What?” 

“Yeah, I’m just not feeling this anymore… it’s not going to happen.” I know this may be bad to say, but I hardly ever turn down a man for sex. You really have to be bad for me to say no. And I was saying no to Matt, so what does that tell you. The next moment could always go in several directions. Either they were understanding and left, disappointed and left, angry and left, or angry and forceful. Either way I was prepared. Weapons were everywhere in my home. It was always something that men never expected of me, but come on, I was a black, successful woman, living alone, I learned a few things. 

“You’re a real bitch,'' he snapped. I gave a slight smile as I pointed to the doorway. 

“I really hope you have a good night,” I said calmly. These men being as young as they are, meant they could be really stupid. Hopefully Matt was smart. He turned around, heading down the hall to the main door. As he did, he grabbed the tip of a large floor plant that was given to me as a present and pulled it along with him, letting it fall to the floor. He looked over his shoulder at me as if he had gotten me back. I blinked in amusement. He opened the door, stepped out into the darkness, and slammed it shut behind him. I walked to the door, locking it up. Off to the side of the entrance was a large screen, showing footage of the property. I wanted to be sure he exited.  I pressed a blue button, opening the gate for him. He moved at a sluggish pace, but the moment he was outside the gate, I was sure to close it. I took a deep breath. What a night? I turned around and faced the mess. A little dirt never hurt anybody I thought with the shake of my head. I stepped closer to do, deciding if I should clean the mess or not. I sighed. Fuck this, I’m going to bed. 

Girls night was a joke. You would think it’s the time where a female gets together with all of her girls and they go out for a night on the town, acting a fool… I’m sure that was originally what it was intended for, that and to have a whole bunch of women in one spot where the men would hunt and didn’t have to worry about buying a girl drinks because they were either free, or at a reduced price. It was even more of a joke because I didn’t get laid. That is a very unusual thing for me. Not saying that I get laid every day, but when I go out hunting, I hardly ever come back empty handed, or disappointed. Taking the cab to work this morning, I had Alisha on my phone line and the receiver tight to my ear. 

“Wow, so you had two men and both of them were bad apples?” She spoke to me, a slight giggle on her lips. 

“Don’t make fun of me,” I answered, almost feeling embarrassed. “I did everything right. It was the two of them that fell through. I hate when they’re rotten. My whole night just seems to be a waste of time.” She smiled. 

“Are you going out tonight?” I sighed, thinking about it. 

“No. I need time to recover.” She laughed this time, and I could hear it clear as day.

“Time to recover? Shouldn’t that just make you more determined to go out and find someone that is so good it will make you forget all about last night?” I sighed. She was right. That was normally how I would go about things, but I think at the same time, I realized that some things may have been changing in the world of sex. Just thinking about the way Matt tried to kiss. It wasn’t the first time I had come across a man who thought he was hot shit, but was all wrong instead. I couldn’t help but wonder if this was the new thing that the young men were doing nowadays, or if they just had terrible teachers. 

“I guess I will think about it. But we will see.” The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to go. But at the same time, I had been out every day this week. 

“Raine… it’s Friday night.” I nodded. She was right. Not many singles stay home on Friday nights. The cab came to a halt right in front of Quality Advertising. 

“Alisha, I’m here. I’ll talk to you later,” and just like that, I hung up the phone. There was going to be no more talk of last night’s failures.