Made Real
Friday
"Your pitch got the job done," Simon praised, "You keep this up and an equity partnership is in your future."
Shane posed like a peacock, "Good…I knew we would make a good team…see you Monday," he makes his way to his car.
Simon smiled big. This is way too easy.
"Lori, find a dress. We have stuff to celebrate," he boasts over the phone.
Justice sprawls in the middle of the living room floor like a starfish left behind by the tide. In her left hand she holds a card: I first saw you in yellow-I am sorry. In her right hand she plays the link again:
I could see it from the start that I would give you my heart…I know that I would never let you slip away…I want you all to myself…don't want nobody else…one woman man.
The doorbell rings and she peels herself off the carpet peeking from behind the curtain out of the window-Carl. She swings the door open staring; her eyes filled with confusion, doubt and enough hope to allow him aside.
"Where is your mom?" he questions.
"Work," she observes him, "I need to understand," holding up the card leading him to the couch.
His gaze takes her in-signature bun, tank and Capri length sweats with Dance labeled on one leg. "When my Dad died I did too. I existed…made it through the days; wanting or expecting anything seemed dumb. Wearing the hoodie; half day schedule, online courses, working at the shop-all were ways to disappear from my life. Michonne showed up and made something seem doable. I was not expecting you," he rattles in one long breathe.
"What went wrong this week?"
"You are leaving for Stanford…Cal. I hadn't considered that so it felt like life was playing me-again."
"How did you come to that conclusion? For the record I said we," she clarifies, "Or at least I meant us."
"Oh," he fixes his eyes on the floor.
Try. Justice wills words from her mouth, "My father stayed around long enough for me to learn his name and what disappointment feels like at an early age. I had the experience again this week," she doesn't finish. Her eyes tell the story. I have broken pieces too. "Guys don't ask the smart girl out and a dancer's body is only for hook ups…I am invisible most of the time. I did not feel that way with you," she tries to make him understand.
They reflect. "We each have good stuff," she begins. "We could bring it together," he finishes.
Justice crawls into his lap and hugs him around his neck. He returns the embrace with his arms around her waist. She sits back on his knees and brushes the hair from his eyes and kisses his forehead. He kisses the hollow of her throat. She kisses the right side of his neck. He blows in her ear and an audible gasp escapes. He captures her parted lips and their normal tender kissing escalates until she is flat on her back with Carl tightly nestled between her thick thighs. Her mind spins. He feels so good. His hand is squeezing her ass when she pulls away for air and he attacks her neck. "You feel so good," she whispers before kissing up his jaw line fusing her mouth to his. I need more of him. Justice raises her right leg and extends it back behind her head until her barefoot touches the couch cushion.
Is she…she is doing the splits flat on her back. Carl's hard body pressed against her is quickly losing the battle. He snatches away suddenly panting. Her eyes are heavy and her lips are bee stung. "We have to stop…I am so hard I could pound you through the couch and into the floor," he admits without shame.
Her breath short and shallow, "No…you're right…I have a flash flood situation," her eyes glance down. They burst into laughter relishing the authentic intimacy. "I will be back," she disentangles and disappears down the hall.
Carl leans back against the couch. I can want this and make it happen.
Saturday
Rick looks up at his amazing fiancé. Her head thrown back and her chiseled arms holding her locs up and away from her neck as she rolls against his cock buried deep within her tight walls. "I think I may do you all day," he sex laden voice suggests.
He smiles and exhales, "Whatever you want," he strokes and grips her hips tighter.
Their exhausted bodies tangle together cocooned in blankets enjoy each other's company. "I still cannot believe your place sold so fast. Will we be able to manage all this?" she questions.
"One step at a time…the house is empty so we have storage space but I want to upgrade the electrical and plumbing and you want the solar panels," he responds pragmatically.
"I am looking forward to using all the power tools Sunday," she smiles against his chest.
"Should I be concerned that you can't wait to hack and slice thangs?" he teases.
Michonne shrugs, "Maybe…I just feel like I will be good at it," she giggles.
"We are okay-right? Our life…the changes," a seed of doubt echoes in his voice.
Michonne lifts up bracing her chin on his chest; her eyes search his for the truth, "You're okay…then I'm okay-silly man," she affirms.
He nods with a small smile, "I hate to put clothes on this beautiful body in my arms but we have wedding stuff and house thangs to do before I get to watch this ass move all night," Rick delivers a firm slap.
The 'Geek Squad' tucks away in a Listening Room at the library to help Enid develop her photography project. "This has to be your coolest idea yet," Sophia compliments.
"I blocked out the back space at the studio so we have privacy and downloaded every version of 'Freedom' I could find for any and all moods," Justice confirms.
"Cool…and everyone is still good with the concept," she makes direct eye contact with each of her friends.
"Yes…for the millionth time…enough already," they respond with eye rolls.
"Fine…moving on," she shifts the conversation, "Justice, I tried calling and texting," she doesn't finish.
They all wait, "We are…good and we're going to be great," she grins.
"It was what your mama gave you and I ain't talking about the skirt," America laughs.
"I would say so…they hickey was impressive," Sophia stirs the pot.
"What?" she shrieks in embarrassment.
"He stumbled home-clearly worked over…dazed and confused," she ribs.
Justice covers her head with both arms, "Can we please stop. I am begging," she mumbles.
"Were you begging last night?" America goes in mischievously. They laugh boisterously.
She pulls her head up and rests her blushing face against her left fist. "I actually need my nice friends for a minute," she chides.
"Fine…is this a hard question?" Enid snickers.
Justice shakes her head, "When was the last time I wore yellow?"
"Random much," Sophia responds.
"Carl said the first time he saw me I was in yellow. I have not worn yellow once this year," she offers as explanation.
"I got here sophomore year…that is how we met. You have that cute little sundress. I called you the preacher's daughter," Enid reflects.
"And I said…fuck you heathen," she laughs at the memory.
"I remember…you probably still have the dress since you don't grow," America giggles.
"OMG," Sophia exclaims waving her wildly. "Mrs. Abbott's freshman English- He has been crushing forever…he really is your Prince Charming," she stammers.
"Awe," the others chorus at the revelation.
Justice eyes fill with tears, "Wow…how did I not see him?"
Sasha lies face down on top of Daryl with her legs spread eagle across his chest. Her firm tongue licks and flicks the engorged head of his dick while her hands alternate between stroking inside of his thighs and balls.
Daryl using one hand to stroke her clit while the other hand is two fingers deep in her pussy. He hits her spot and she cries out and inhales the head of his dick. "Damn," he exclaims and doubles his efforts. She whimpers around his dick before he feels her release on his chest. He slows his stroke on her clit.
Sasha launches a surprise attack by taking him to the back of her throat and both of his legs fly into the air, "Shit," he grunts as she sucks him dry. His legs fall back on the bed with a thud.
Shane dresses in his new uniform. A black tactical shirt with a Kings' County Security Firm patch on the upper left corner; tucked into black cargo pants; a paramilitary utility belt: radio, pepper spray, stun gun, knife; service weapon, handcuffs; black leather Zip boots; he adds his black bomber jacket with CAPTAIN printed across the back.
He exits and hops in his new professional vehicle. A shiny, black Hummer with a magnetic KCSF logo affixed to the door. He reviews his list for the first night of patrol: two strip malls and a few bars. Shane smiles at the reflection rear view mirror-fresh buzz hair cut and mirrored aviators.
Penelope returns from work noticing the floral delivery previously located on the kitchen table is missing. "Mom, can you take this picture," Justice enters the room in a precious spaghetti strapped yellow dress with mini-ruffles decorating the sweetheart neckline.
"I guess I can use his name again," she states with a smile.
"Yes…we understand each other better," she holds the yellow Ecuadorian rose up to her face by the stem and kisses the closest petal.
Daryl and Rick enjoy their game of pool. "Why do they dress like that when they want to go out? All I want to do is stay in the house. She has on leather pants with zippers," his face twists.
"I no longer try to understand. I am standing at the door and bam! Leather vest barely containing everything," he shakes his head.
"You having fun Handsome," Michonne call over the music.
"Absolutely Gorgeous…can I get you anything else?" he responds over his shoulder taking a shot.
"No, we're good," she snickers and winks at Sasha.
"Daryl Baby…you want another shot. I can bring it to you," she offers.
"No Sweetheart…maybe after the game," he replies.
Sasha and Michonne laugh. "We should stop but they are endlessly amusing."
"More music…Leela James," Sasha suggests.
Michonne claps repetitively as they select from the music tablet.
Carl leans against the headboard deep in his online research on colleges, private versus public, financial aid, scholarships, and majors. Each piece of information builds his confidence. His phone signals an incoming message: a picture of his Angel kissing her rose with a music link-Floetry Butterflies.
I just want to touch and kiss and I wish that I could be with you tonight…you give me butterflies. He smiles wide. I missed that dress.