to him talking with my hands standing my pool cue up in front of me. âStephanie has a dominant personality. Chyanne is submissive. Stephanie will tell me to cook for my damn self. Chyanne cooks for me. Stephanie only asks me how my day is going when she wants to talk about something. Chyanne asks me how my day is going because she genuinely cares. Stephanie likes to take control when weâre having sex or likes to tell me what she wants. Chyanne gives me her body like itâs an empty canvas and Iâm an artist free to do with it as I please. . . . See where Iâm going with this?â
He nodded emphatically before speaking. âSo Chyâs giving you something completely opposite of what you have at home?â
I nodded. âRight and I kid you not being inside of Chyanne will have you caught up. Iâm not even in my right mind when weâre having sex. All I can think about is how much I donât want to come out! Shit, sometimes I donât think. I just feel.â
âWell you did say she was a virgin, right? I would think it would have that affect if you know what I mean.â he said, after I missed my last shot. He picked up his stick and started looking for a shot after he sat his beer down.
I nodded and picked up my beer again. âYeah, but got damn. Like I said,â I continued after chuckling a bit. âI donât know, man. Something about Chyanne just feels different.â
âSo, youâre saying that you may want to be with her like that, then?â
I shook my head. âNah. I still feel she is a little too young for me to ever really consider being with her. You know? Iâm thirty-nine. Sheâs twenty-five. Big difference. I donât think sheâs ready. I was the first man she had been with, sexually I mean.â
I watched Gabriel take an angle shot and miss. âDamn. I canât believe I missed that,â he said.
I couldnât believe it either. That was his best shot, but it opened up a way for me to beat him at the game his father had taught us.
âSo, what are you going to do about Stephanie? You know she called me cursing me out. I donât think I have ever been called so many sons of bitches in my life.â
Mentioning Stephanie brought my mood down as I positioned myself for a bank shot.
âI didnât even mean to put you in the middle of that,â I said to him.
âHey, it is what it is right? All Iâm asking is that you do the right thing by both her and Chy. You and Steph have history and Chy is a good girl.â
âHow do you know sheâs a good girl?â
âI mean, come on Aric. I used to call your office almost every day to speak with you about something or the other. Chy answered the phone enough for me to have established that she is a good woman with a good heart. Not to mention the few times youâve brought her out to business socials. Sheâs a good girl,â he said talking with his hands.
âA good girl, with some great pussy.â
He laughed again although I knew he was trying to be serious. In college he was the only man on campus who could get a woman to fuck just by laughing. He and I continued to play pool and joke around. He lost the last game and called it quits. A few hours had passed and we were busy watching Sports Center and talking trash about who was going to the Super Bowl and I couldnât help but to mention how good Chyanneâs sex was again when Stephanie walked in. I turned to look at her quickly before turning back to the TV.
âWhatâs up Steph?â Gabe spoke to her.
She didnât respond. For them to be brother and sister, their relationship was a funny one. They both had different mothers and the same father. Gabrielâs mother was their fatherâs mistress back in the day. Stephanie never let Gabe live that down, but he didnât seem to care one way or the other.
âAric, may I speak to you for a