It Is What It Is (Short Story) Read online

  TABLE OF CONTENT

  Copyright Notice

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  About Author Brenda Stokes Lee

  Contact Brenda

  Other Books by Brenda

  About Author Manswell T. Peterson

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  Copyright Notice

  It Is What It Is (Short Story)

  Brenda Stokes Lee & Manswell T. Peterson

  Published by Daddy’s Girl Publishing House

  Charlotte, NC 28269

  Copyright © Brenda Stokes Lee & Manswell Peterson 2013

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  Chapter 1

  Mykal Roman took one final look at his Miami home. Boxes were stacked neatly waiting for the movers to load them in the Pod shipper and ship them to Atlanta the following morning. He sighed deeply, as he remembered the fantastic times he had in Miami. Now it was off to Atlanta, where his dream of owning his own limo company would finally become a reality.

  A devilish smile tugged at the corners of his sexy mouth as he considered the amazing woman who dared him to dream it was possible, Victoria Dickerson. His dick stiffened at just the thought of her name.

  Mykal chuckled, “Victoria Dickerson, woman you are one hell of a ride. I’ll miss you most of all.”

  “Sure, that’s what you say now. I bet you’ll have some pretty blonde on her knees, sucking this big, hard mahogany dick within one hour after you land at Hartsfield- Jackson Atlanta International Airport. Hell, you’ll probably find some horny little stewardess to do it for you before you even land.” Victoria whined as she hugged his waist from the rear and coyly slid her hands along the front of his slacks. “Oh, Rome why do you have to go? Why can’t you just start your business, here in Florida?”

  Mykal did not answer her immediately. Victoria’s nimble, long fingers had worked his zipper and relieved his large, swollen manhood from the restraints of his pants. It was hard, it was menacing and it wanted a taste of pussy. His eyes closed slowly as her soft hand slowly traveled up and down the length of his very impressive dick. It felt wonderful and Mykal had to admit that he hated leaving her behind.

  Now, Victoria and Mykal loved each other, but they were not what you would call in love. In fact, they weren’t even a couple. They were very good friends with extremely rewarding benefits. Victoria was a free spirit who refused to be tied down or control by any man, not even her insanely rich husband Richard Dickerson, or Tricky Dick as Mykal often referred to him.

  Victoria met Mykal five years earlier and fell head over ass in love with his ten and a half inch rock solid, always hard dick. Their brief one night affair turned into a mutually beneficial friendship that they both enjoyed to this very day. She never promised Mykal more than an eager pussy and a hungry mouth and he never wanted it.

  Victoria was slightly older than Mykal, had married twice for money and as far as he knew didn’t have any kids and didn’t want any. Mykal, who was now thirty two, was tired of chasing tail. His friends with benefits relationship with Victoria had allowed him to virtually OD on Miami pussy. He was sick of the chase and just wanted to be called, dad.

  Victoria neither shared his values or his dreams of starting a family. Mykal knew that even if he managed to convince Victoria to leave her rich husband and move to Atlanta with him it would never work. Mykal was ready to start a family and Victoria was just ready to start a party. Nothing about her screamed soccer mom and that was what Mykal was looking for.

  Like it or not, the handsome young bachelor had to admit that his biological clock was ticking loud and fast. Mykal longed for a son and a daughter and he was prepared to give up his hoeing ways to get them. Unfortunately, he couldn’t do that in Miami.

  Mykal had blown through a small arena of Miami women and there was nowhere he could go were his name and reputation did not preceded him. Sadly, his time in Miami was officially up. It was time to shred his pro-players card and allow himself to fall in love for the first time in his life.

  Mykal loved Victoria, she was good to him and brought him any and everything his heart fancied. He just wasn’t in love with her. She was one of his best friends, but that was far as it went. Somewhere in her thirty nine years of life, Victoria had been damaged and Mykal instinctively knew he didn’t have the time or the patience to repair her. Besides, she was already on rich husband number two and travelling two hundred miles and hours headed to divorce court. Mykal would be damned if he was number three.

  “So, you’re not going to answer me?” Victoria asked as she slid around to the front of him and squatted before him as she continued to slowly stroke his veiny manhood.

  “Woman you know I can’t even remember my name when you’re handling my dick.” He groaned as he watched her work.

  Victoria’s position revealed she wasn’t wearing panties beneath her short, form fitting black dress. Her pussy glistened with her juices and invited Mykal’s touch, he didn’t decline the invitation. His thick fingers slid along her tight wet slit before disappearing between the plump lips of her shaved mound.

  A snake like hiss escaped Victoria’s lips as Mykal’s slow hand pleasured her. Her big hazel eyes met his briefly before rolling to the back of her head like tiger eye marbles. Mykal smiled as he marveled how exceptionally beautiful Victoria was.

  Extraordinarily long, loosely curled blonde highlighted hair frame her attractive, tanned face. Big expressive, doe like eyes, thin, but seductive lips and a pointed, upturned nose blended seamlessly to create the face of this stunning white woman. Although she was almost forty, Victoria was well preserved and possessed a natural body that would make any twenty five year old woman run to the gym to step up their game.

  Sensational, perky full breast, a gift from her first husband and a perfect round onion booty, a gift from her second husband where put to shame by her rock hard six pac abs. Victoria worshipped her body like it was a shrine and she lived at the gym. Training with two of Miami’s best fitness trainers, Victoria refused to grow old gracefull
y. She was in peak health and easily mistaken to be in her mid- twenties.

  “Tell me you’re going to miss this.” She pleaded after licking the bead of pre-cum which had formed at the tip of Mykal’s throbbing manhood.

  Compassion for her plight touched Mykal. It was no secret that he was Victoria’s only real friend. He hated to leave her, but he had to go, destiny had wrapped a tight noose around his neck and was pulling him to Atlanta. Naturally, he’d miss her, they were good friends and phenomenal lovers.

  “Tori, you already know the answer to that question.” He sighed.

  “Maybe, but I need to hear the words from your mouth. I need to know for certain that I was more to you than warm pussy.”

  “Yes! Hell yes! I’m going to miss the hell out of you. We’ve shared some incredible times… Both in and out of bed. You’re my friend, and I’ll never forget you. It’s just that life has brought us to a fork in the road. I have to go one way and you have to go the other. Okay?”

  Victoria discreetly wiped away the lone tear that had quickly formed in the corner of her eye. She understood that Mykal was at a point in his life where he needed more than amazing sex to feel like a man. He was childless and he needed a wife and children to fill that massive void that had formed in his spirit. It hurt to realize that she was incapable of fulfilling that need for him. That ship had sailed for Victoria and she wasn’t trying to catch a ride on it anyway. She was done with marriage, two bad marriages were two too many.

  “Tori, please don’t.” Mykal begged as he caught her tearing up.

  “I can’t help it. I just know I’m going to be miserable without you and the thought of it breaks my heart.

  Mykal, had never once seen Victoria, or Tori as he called her cry. She was a strong, sophisticated, Pit-bull of a woman. He knew she was hurting and he knew why. Fortunately, he knew how to ease the pain for at least a few hours.

  He said not another word as he lifted her body from the floor and passionately kissed her. Their tongues wrestled for dominance as her legs wrapped around his torso. Grabbing her by her firm ass Mykal lifted her high until her wet pussy was level with his mouth. Like a ravenous wolf he attacked it as her back slammed against the living-room wall.

  Victoria clutched his head as he devoured her hot pussy pie one lick at a time. All of her trouble immediately dissipated as Mykal’s tongue stroked the inner walls of her slick pussy. Gyrating hard against his mouth she doubled her pleasure as she rode his face. Squeals of pleasure and delight filled the room as her Category- 6 orgasm threatened to annihilate her completely.

  Her head thrashed violently, whipping her long hair wildly making her look like a sex crazed Medusa. Her grip on the back of his head tightened and Mykal knew she was a clit lick away from a core meltdown. Sucking her cherry red clit as far in his mouth as it would go without ripping from her body, he gave her the relief she sought.

  A split second later, Victoria lost all control and her body convulsed with a Tsunami of perfect pleasure. Screaming loudly she squirted her sticky nectar in Mykal’s mouth as he continued to insatiably lap at her quivering sex. Satisfied that she was satisfied he maneuvered her over his monstrous dick and impelled her with it repeatedly.

  Semi-comatose at this point Victoria laced her arms around Mykal’s neck as he slammed his body against hers, going balls to ass deep with each and every thrust. A little shy of twenty pumps later he shot his hot sticky load deep within her.

  They stared eye to eye as the last few squirts coated her walls. His eyes told her everything she needed to know. Mykal loved her in his own way, but he needed more. Sucking his tongue in her mouth Victoria savored her last taste of Mykal Roman, or Rome as she fondly nicknamed him.

  After a night of wild, unbridled leg numbing sex, Victoria was finally prepared to release him.

  Chapter 2

  Victoria walked into her multi-million dollar Atlanta mansion to find her husband, Richard Dickerson, waiting for her in his study. It was five in the morning and he was thoroughly pissed. Tale- tale signs of alcohol on his breath and on the end table next to him clued Victoria in that he’d been drinking all night.

  Actually, she really didn’t need any clues. Richard was a flirtatious old drunk. Victoria knew it when she married him. It was no secret to anyone, including Richard that she didn’t really love him and only married him for his money. Richard wanted a beautiful trophy wife to show off to his colleagues at the Country Club and Victoria… Well, let’s just say that Victoria wanted a man who could treat her to the finer things in life and enhance her financial portfolio by at least ten million easy dollars.

  Already independently wealthy from the settlement of her divorce from a Superstar NBA player, Victoria really didn’t need to remarry. She certainly didn’t need the money as she was awarded an obscene amount of alimony, because her first husband was a serial cheater. Nonetheless, she agreed to marry Richard because she liked him and he promised her a healthy settlement if they should ever divorce.

  Sex between them was basically, non- existent as Richard was a Down- Low male hoe who loved eighteen year old boys. So, Victoria never once was asked to fulfill her wifely duties. She got all she needed and more from Mykal, so that was perfectly fine with her. Yes, their marriage was a sham and Victoria was merely a front to hide Richard’s homosexual life style from his overbearing, filthy rich mother. Afraid she’d cut him out of her will, Richard begged Victoria to marry him so his mother wouldn’t suspect he was gay.

  Handsome in his own right, the forty five year old was considered one of the most sought after bachelors and in Atlanta when they married. The reality of the situation was that Richard was a sloppy drunk who struggled with his homosexuality and mommy issues.

  Victoria knew what she was getting into when she accepted his proposal. Naturally, Mother Dearest insisted upon and iron clad pre-nuptial agreement, which Victoria gracefully signed. Little did Psycho Mom know that Richard had deposited twenty million dollars in an account for Victoria securing her future and her silence.

  Uncharacteristically pissy drunk, Richard pounced on her the second she walked through the door. “Well, well, well! Look who finally decided to bring their whoring ass home!” He slurred as he took another swig of his aged Scotch right from the bottle.

  Victoria ignored him, she knew how he was when he got drunk, a classless ass. Slipping her designer stilettos off, she headed for her sitting room. Richard followed on her heels dressed only in silk boxer shorts. He reeked of piss and Victoria knew he had somehow found rock bottom, yet had not discover the bottom of his bottle.

  “Hi, dear. I see you’ve been drinking. Why don’t you put the bottle down and let me get you some coffee?”

  “What?” He slurred as he stumbled into her study and plopped in a chair. “Did I ask you for some fucking coffee? Yes! I’m drunk, but that’s not the issue.”

  Victoria took a seat at her desk and opened her laptop. Ignoring the fact that his pissy ass was sitting on her expensive, white Victorian antique love seat, she started pressing keys. “Oh yeah? So what exactly is the problem this time my love?” She asked as she typed in Richard’s username and password to his online banking account. He used the same password for everything and Victoria knew it. It was easy to remember- DickLovesDick! “What a fucking idiot!” She mumbled beneath her breath as his account information popped up.

  “So, where were you all night? You think you can just come and go all hours of the night as you please. Huh?”

  “Yeah, pretty much. We agreed on that point before we were married. My personal life is my personal life, just as your personal life is yours. I don’t ask you whose dick you suck and you don’t ask me whose dick I suck. It’s in the pre-nupt, remember?” Victoria calmly stated as she examined Richard’s bank statement.

  “Oh, I know whose dick you were sucking. I don’t have to ask, the same dick you been swinging on like a great white ape from the first day I met you.”

  Victoria could feel her cheeks
flush with anger. She suppressed the urge to jump across her desk and knock his bitch ass the fuck out. Instead she chilled. “Dick let me get you something to eat. Did you eat anything?”

  “I’m not hungry… I’m thirsty. And stop trying to change the fucking subject!” Richard retorted as he took another gulp of alcohol. Victoria did not respond. She had never seen him so agitated. “You were with that black nigger of yours weren’t you?”

  The vulgarity of what Richard said cut Victoria to her core. Chills shot up her spine as the “N” word leaped out of her husband’s mouth and hung in the air like the stench of rhinoceros shit.

  “Wow! That’s a new word for you. When did you add that to your vulgar vocabulary?” She sarcastically responded.

  “When that nigger started fucking my wife!” He snapped back in defiance. “What you don’t like it?”

  “No, actually I don’t. That’s the most vial word anyone can call anyone else and if it comes out of your mouth one more time there will be consequences and repercussions. Translation say it one more time and I will FUCK your drunk ass up!” She snarled as her eyes locked on him and dared him to utter a syllable that even begin with the letter N. “That word is offensive, and socially unacceptable and I will not allow you or anyone else to use it in my house.”

  “Your house? You mean my house!” He chuckled.

  “No Bitch! I meant what I said. This is my house. You brought it for me, my name is on the deed, which makes it my house. Now say the N word in my damn house again and see if I don’t kick your fucking ass!” She screamed back.

  “Wow aren’t you the defensive one. Last I checked you were white! It’s not like I called you one. Anyway… That’s not the point.”

  Victoria stared at her pissy drunk husband of three years. She bit her bottom lip, sighed deeply and considered her options. She realized she didn’t have any. The only person in Miami who even liked her, let alone loved her was on a plane to Atlanta. It was at that moment she came to the chilling conclusion that her sham of a marriage was officially over.