this moment to ever end. “Thanks.” I giggled and I lay back on the sleigh bed.
His tongue went down to my pussy, licking the sensitive crevices in and around my vagina. I kept moaning, wanting even more. Next, his tongue drove down on my clitoris and repeatedly flicked it back and forth. He picked me up and rode me on the wall. He wasn’t going to stop until I came.
I did, saying his name over and over again, louder and louder.
He threw me back on the bed.
“Now, let me ride you,” I whispered in his ear.
Thomas lay down and assumed the position, holding on tight to my breasts as I fucked the shit out of him.
The clock read one twenty-three in the morning. Thomas was on my back, giving me a massage. “Baby, go back to sleep. I’ll be in town for a while. I needed this break. Peter said hello. He’s glad we’re together again. I want you to always know something.”
I turned around to my stomach. “What’s that?”
“Please always know that I love you with all my heart. You are the one for me.”
“Thomas, I know.” I sat up and gave him a kiss. “We’re back together again for good.”
* * *
For the next two months, Thomas came over and made love to me almost every night. The other nights, we just laid around talking and in each other’s arms. I wasn’t ready to go out with him because I wanted him all to myself with no interruptions. We ordered takeout most of the time. Thomas hardly ate anything. It was the only thing that I noticed different about him.
It was nine on the dot, usually when he would show up. I woke up around three in the morning. Thomas still hadn’t come. I gave him a key about a month ago. I began to worry.
With the cell phone number he gave me, I kept getting his voice mail. After leaving at least ten messages, I drifted back to sleep.
Another week went by and not one word from him. I called all the hospitals to see if he ended up there. Most of the time, he drove over to my house in a white Honda CRV. One time, I went to Peter’s house, but I didn’t remember exactly where it was in Kempsville Lakes. I did remember him mentioning Peter working for BANKFIRST as an investment consultant.
The next morning, I called the local branch and asked for him. Luckily, the lady on the phone knew him on a first-name basis. She gave me his work number and business cell phone number.
I quickly dialed the number.
“This is Peter Lockton. How can I help you?”
“Peter, this is Alexis Gibbs from back in high school. How are you?”
“I’m fine. It’s good to hear from you.”
“I was calling you because I haven’t heard from Thomas in a week. He was supposed to come to my place, but he never showed up. Is everything all right?”
“Alexis, I don’t understand . . . What are you talking about? Thomas has been dead for over a year. He was diagnosed with colon cancer and fought to the bitter end. I tried to get a hold of you, but your numbers weren’t listed in the phone book.”
“Is this some kind of sick joke? I dropped Thomas off at your place across the street from me in Kempsville Lakes.”
“Thomas died in my house. I sold that place, and now I live by Shore Drive. I’m so sorry. Maybe, you had a bad dream.”
“This can’t be. I just saw him.”
“We buried him at Woodlawn Memorial on Virginia Beach Boulevard. His name wasn’t listed in the paper. Thomas just wanted a quiet ceremony with only family and close friends. Thomas’ last words were, ‘Tell Alexis that I will always love her.’” He truly loved you. I wished you two could have gotten back together sooner. Take care of yourself,” he explained, crying, and hung up the phone.
I didn’t bother to call into work for three days. I couldn’t sleep or eat. Going over in my mind what just happened was draining me physically and mentally.
“Alexis,” a voice cried out.
The clock read four forty in the morning. The television in the living room was staring back at me. A bright white light
His tongue went down to my pussy, licking the sensitive crevices in and around my vagina. I kept moaning, wanting even more. Next, his tongue drove down on my clitoris and repeatedly flicked it back and forth. He picked me up and rode me on the wall. He wasn’t going to stop until I came.
I did, saying his name over and over again, louder and louder.
He threw me back on the bed.
“Now, let me ride you,” I whispered in his ear.
Thomas lay down and assumed the position, holding on tight to my breasts as I fucked the shit out of him.
The clock read one twenty-three in the morning. Thomas was on my back, giving me a massage. “Baby, go back to sleep. I’ll be in town for a while. I needed this break. Peter said hello. He’s glad we’re together again. I want you to always know something.”
I turned around to my stomach. “What’s that?”
“Please always know that I love you with all my heart. You are the one for me.”
“Thomas, I know.” I sat up and gave him a kiss. “We’re back together again for good.”
* * *
For the next two months, Thomas came over and made love to me almost every night. The other nights, we just laid around talking and in each other’s arms. I wasn’t ready to go out with him because I wanted him all to myself with no interruptions. We ordered takeout most of the time. Thomas hardly ate anything. It was the only thing that I noticed different about him.
It was nine on the dot, usually when he would show up. I woke up around three in the morning. Thomas still hadn’t come. I gave him a key about a month ago. I began to worry.
With the cell phone number he gave me, I kept getting his voice mail. After leaving at least ten messages, I drifted back to sleep.
Another week went by and not one word from him. I called all the hospitals to see if he ended up there. Most of the time, he drove over to my house in a white Honda CRV. One time, I went to Peter’s house, but I didn’t remember exactly where it was in Kempsville Lakes. I did remember him mentioning Peter working for BANKFIRST as an investment consultant.
The next morning, I called the local branch and asked for him. Luckily, the lady on the phone knew him on a first-name basis. She gave me his work number and business cell phone number.
I quickly dialed the number.
“This is Peter Lockton. How can I help you?”
“Peter, this is Alexis Gibbs from back in high school. How are you?”
“I’m fine. It’s good to hear from you.”
“I was calling you because I haven’t heard from Thomas in a week. He was supposed to come to my place, but he never showed up. Is everything all right?”
“Alexis, I don’t understand . . . What are you talking about? Thomas has been dead for over a year. He was diagnosed with colon cancer and fought to the bitter end. I tried to get a hold of you, but your numbers weren’t listed in the phone book.”
“Is this some kind of sick joke? I dropped Thomas off at your place across the street from me in Kempsville Lakes.”
“Thomas died in my house. I sold that place, and now I live by Shore Drive. I’m so sorry. Maybe, you had a bad dream.”
“This can’t be. I just saw him.”
“We buried him at Woodlawn Memorial on Virginia Beach Boulevard. His name wasn’t listed in the paper. Thomas just wanted a quiet ceremony with only family and close friends. Thomas’ last words were, ‘Tell Alexis that I will always love her.’” He truly loved you. I wished you two could have gotten back together sooner. Take care of yourself,” he explained, crying, and hung up the phone.
I didn’t bother to call into work for three days. I couldn’t sleep or eat. Going over in my mind what just happened was draining me physically and mentally.
“Alexis,” a voice cried out.
The clock read four forty in the morning. The television in the living room was staring back at me. A bright white light
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