I'd Rather Be Single Page 3

  “No picture for you tonight,” I texted back.

  “Oh it’s like that, Ma?” he texted back promptly.

  “Good night,” I wrote.

  “I see how you do sweetheart, I like that. I’m going to have to get up with your lil sassy ass sooner than later.”

  I smiled; I had executed another part of my plan. I didn’t give him what he wanted so he was immediately attracted to my resistance.

  I went to sleep with the feeling of securing Mr. Teddy Pento. I felt like I had to think like Rosslyn and keep my eye on the prize. I was going to milk this situation. My bed was cold anyway without Rodney; it was time for a replacement. I had to move on to bigger and better and Teddy would be the one to brighten my horizons.

  Two weeks later we had our first date. It was a snazzy restaurant at the beautiful Ritz Carlton Hotel. The gorgeous golden old fashioned décor in the hotel lobby wreaked of elegance and class. The crystal chandeliers made me feel like I was at a ball. I held my head high and entered the hotel with the same confidence as the affluent hotel guests. I had never been to a place more divine. Teddy had gotten a room inside the hotel beforehand and I knew that he thought that he was going to smash after dinner so I was going to sort through our conversation throughout the night to see if I should give up the goodies just yet.

  I can’t front, I was nervous as shit about our date but after having a pep talk with Rosslyn on my cell beforehand, my confidence was in tact. Plus I felt extra sexy in my attire so I knew that I had this one in the bag. I wore a black dress that slapped just above the knee. My dress clung to my small waist but the fit was classy and a bit loose fitting and it hung off one shoulder. My black suede round toe pumps were about four inches high, they were a pair of knock off Jimmy Choos but they complimented my dress and large bootleg black Gucci bag just fine. Teddy took it easy and wore a fitted white tee that complimented his muscular frame with light blue true religion jeans. The ice in his sparkling cross hanging from his chain could chill the water that the waitress had waiting at our table. It was blinding me.

  Teddy pulled out my chair. I sat impressed at his chivalry.

  “Wow, you’re quite a gentlemen,” I complimented.

  “I do what I can do,” he said taking a seat, smiling while scooting himself closer to the table.

  Teddy dived right into a conversation.

  “So, Miss Tyra, tell me a little about yourself?” he asked while the waitress placed fresh warm bread in the middle of the circular table.

  “Well, I was born and raised in Boston, I work at a dental office in Back Bay and I’ve been single for a little while now.”

  “Oh you work?” he asked with a surprised face. “That’s what’s up, Ma, a lot of bitches out here--” He widened his eyes while cutting himself off and apologized. “My fault, Ma, I didn’t meant to use the “b” word, but it’s just that a lot of girls out here don’t work, they claim to be models or something but they got their eye on one thing. Trying to get in good with a nigga for a ticket out.”

  That was the first time his cockiness was revealed, but I handled him accordingly. I’ve been handed harsher words so his didn’t bother me much. But I needed to set him straight so that he could see that I was different.

  “Yeah, those are “them” bitches,” I said in a slightly feisty tone pointing away from the table. “I have taken care of myself all my life. My real mom and dad gave up on me when I was nine years old and my foster parents barely raised me. I’m not a model or a video vixen; I’m an independent woman who is doing pretty well for herself given the hand that I was dealt.”

  Teddy was a little taken aback but I sensed that he liked my response. Clearly he was used to dating groupies; it seemed as though it had surprised him that I actually had a job and my own independence.

  “Wow, so you were raised by foster parents?” he asked almost appearing to feel sorry for me.

  “Yes,” I said reaching for a piece of bread placing it unto my small white plate.

  “Damn, I’m close as shit to my moms and pops, I can’t even imagine someone else raising me.” He took another moment to think about what I just shared with him and he nodded. “You must be a strong individual, I applaud you, Ma.”

  “Thank you,” I said.

  Dinner was going pretty well. It seemed like after I told him a little bit more about my childhood and how I never had a relationship with my real mom and dad or foster parents that he felt sorry for me and it was actually working to my advantage. He appeared to be genuinely listening to my story and open to see where our friendship could lead to.

  He told me how he lived in Brooklyn in the Bed Stuy area growing up and then played ball at Syracuse before he got drafted. He explained how close he was with his family and how he planned to move them to Boston soon.

  My phone vibrated in the middle of one of our deep conversations, it was Rosslyn texting me.

  “Hey girl, I know it’s the first date but y’all have been talking for at least two weeks now. You have to give him the goodies today! Otherwise he’ll think you’re playing games. You can’t hold out on athletes, remember they can smash any chick they want at any given time so what makes you think he’s going take his time with you like you are any different? Trust me, give him some, put it on his ass.”

  I smiled and looked up at Teddy.

  “What?” he asked staring at me wondering why I was smirking.

  “Nothing,” I said as I sucked in my bottom lip.

  At that point I had already downed two glasses of Moet and his semi-cute face was starting to look more and more attractive. He reminded me of P. Diddy, he wasn’t that cute but his swag made him cute. Plus the fact that he listened to my story meant a lot to me, I was a sucker for a man that showed me attention and it had me wanting him even more.

  He reached across the table to hold my hand and begun rubbing his thumb across my palm. My pussy immediately tingled, I wanted him bad. I was secretly rushing the skinny blonde waitress to hurry up and bring us the check so that we could finish what he was about to start.

  Once Teddy paid the tab, we emerged to the elevator lobby in silence. Neither one of us muttered one word because our minds were focused on something other than talking. There was so much sexual tension you could cut it with a switch blade. We idled on the red oriental carpet that was tailed along the beige marble floors by the elevators and just before he was about to press the elevator button to go up to his room, he was a gentleman and asked first.

  “You want to come upstairs for a second?”

  I’m sure he knew what my answer would be.

  I paused and hinted a smile pretending that I had to think about it, “Hmm, yeah, I guess I could come up for a little while,” I finally let out and he smiled.

  He mashed the elevator button and once it lit up, he eyed me seductively. His New York swag made my insides tingle with desire; especially when he turned his Yankees fitted cap to the back and licked his lips.

  Finally one of the antique designed elevators became available. We stepped in alone when suddenly an older white man ran to catch the same elevator we occupied. The gray haired guy mashed the number two as Teddy hit number seven. We kept sneaking glances at each other while the elevator made its way up. As soon as we stopped at floor two and the old guy stepped off, Teddy immediately reached over and grabbed me sticking his thick tongue down my throat. We began kissing passionately as if we had been longing for each other all night. He snatched me closer and immediately gripped my ass. I felt his dick rise as I leaned closer to his torso. I wanted him bad and judging from how he was aggressively feeling my body up and down while we kissed, the feelings were mutual.

  Once the elevator reached floor seven, we had to collect ourselves because the doors almost shut on us but it was so hard for us to separate from each other’s touches. He reached inside of his jean pocket and took out the plastic rectangular white hotel key and we made our way to his room.

  “This is it.” I thought as we a
pproached the inside of the exquisite Ritz Carlton suite where a king size bed sat at the top of two stairs along large unshaded bay windows that revealed the beautiful city lights of downtown Boston. I had no time to soak in the view; I had more important things to focus on, I had to give Teddy my undivided attention and put it on him properly. I planned to work my magic so that he wouldn’t think about none of the other groupies that he had waiting in the wings for a chance to be with him, I had to seal this deal.

  Sex was something I was very skilled in since I started so young but at this point I was going to use it to my advantage. I laid him down on the goose feather filled white comforter and although his face wasn’t that cute, his New York swag made him fly to me because he was very confident. I slid his white tee shirt over his head and spoiled my hands by touching his flawless six pack and chest. His skin was so smooth, he had no hair on his chest, he possessed the ultimate perfect athletic body; he was sexy as shit. He stared in my face confidently watching my reaction to his body because he knew that he was the shit, so I gave him what he wanted; I made sexual faces of approval of each part of his body that I touched.

  I then took control while sitting on his torso and I leaned forward and began kissing and sucking on his neck.

  “Mmm,” he said gripping my ass while I continued to tongue his neck.

  I sat up and took his hands and threw them off of my ass. “Did I tell you to touch me?” I sassed being flirty, letting him know that I was taking charge.

  He laughed, “You got it, Ma, no hands,” he said putting his hands up like the Waka Flaka song.

  I tugged on the large silver plated G’s on his Gucci belt to unfasten it and I slid his belt out of its loops and tossed it onto the carpet. I climbed off the bed and pulled off his jeans leaving only his blue Polo boxers on. His legs were perfectly sculpted; I was taking mental notes of each part of his body because it drove me wild.

  “Sit up!” I demanded.

  He sat up on the bed, licking his lips preparing for a show.

  Standing right in front of him, I seductively stretched my black dress down from my shoulders and kicked it off my feet.

  “Damnnn!” he said as he watched me pose.

  Earlier that morning I made a little stop by Victoria secret just in case we took it to the next level. I had on a dark pink lace thong and strapless bra set. I knew the visual was going to have him open because I kept on my heels. My d-cups were perky and pushed up thanks to the power of my laced miracle push up bra and I twisted around to show him just how deep the string thong went into my fat ass.

  “Bring that shit over here,” he said as if he was fiending for it.

  “Can you handle this?” I said walking toward him slowly, one leg in front of the other.

  He slipped off his polo boxers to reveal his long meat and I almost let out a “damn!” myself.

  “Oh I can handle it, baby,” he said.

  I finally made my way to the bed and surrendered to him as he rolled me on my back. He flipped my titties out of my bra and began caressing them with his mouth. He was very aggressive and almost too rough but the sight of seeing me looking like a thick Victoria Secret model was probably every black man’s dream.

  “Where’s the condom?” I whispered after noticing that he was trying to enter my garden unprotected.

  “I’m saying, what we need a condom for?” he asked on ultra horny mode. I shot him the look of death. He sucked his teeth and got up and reached for his Louis Vuitton duffle bag near the bed pouring everything out of it to find his pack of Magnums.

  I couldn’t believe how stupid he was; he almost ruined the mood for me. Here he was, worth millions and willing to have un-protective sex with a woman that he had only known for two weeks. Made me wonder how many other chicks he smashed raw, therefore he could have any disease and I wasn’t risking it. I wasn’t the type of chick who was trying to get pregnant to hook the athlete. That wasn’t my motive. Sure it would secure me a check until my child turned eighteen but I wanted to be spoiled first and then hopefully fall in love and a baby could come after.

  After seeing how disappointed Teddy was that I made him put on a condom, I was now bare witness of how easy it was for females to get pregnant by these dumb millionaires because pussy made them do some dumb shit.

  I had to tongue his neck a little more because his dick had gotten soft when I made him search for a condom. I guess me asking for a condom turned his stupid ass off but he was quickly turned on again to the touches of my soft lips on his neck and his dick got rock hard.

  As soon as he entered, my pussy got waterfall wet. It had been a while since Rodney had been gone and I had been a horny bitch. Although I was laying on my back, I was winding my hips toward him and telling him how I wanted it. He was loving that shit!

  “Yes, Daddy, fuck me,” I murmured, moaning seductively.

  “What you say, sexy?” he whispered.

  “I said fuck me with this big dick Daddy. Go deeper.”

  He stroked thunderously into my canal as I kept moaning, “Yesss! This shit feels so good!”

  I grinded my hips solemnly against his torso as he was pounding the fuck out of my pussy just like I expected out of an athlete. He was going in, literally, and that shit was feeling so good. At one point I thought that he forgot he was having sex and thought he was on the football field because he was straight tackling the pussy. I felt my orgasm approaching and I screamed out, “Yes, Teddy!”

  He was pounding on my pussy with forceful strokes and when I opened my eyes to look at his face; his eyes were rolling to the ceiling so I knew he was about to bust. He came so quick that I wasn’t able to fully reach the peak of my orgasm. He laid his sweaty chest on me for a second breathing heavily and then lifted himself up and pulled out.

  “That shit was good as shit,” he said laying beside me appearing to be feeling satisfied. I crawled over and placed a soft peck on his lips and then took a shower. I debated staying the night with him but I had to work in the morning; plus I wanted him to miss me. So after my shower I gave him one more final kiss and I left.

  The next day Rosslyn called my phone right away after I sent her a text message telling her that we took it there.

  “Girl we need to go to the nail shop and talk about this shit, you gotta tell me all about your night with Mr. Teddy P. Plus it’s time to switch up your nail game anyway; I gotta introduce you to minx nails, my treat,” she said.

  “Okay,” I agreed with a large smile on my face anticipating telling her everything about my night with Teddy.

  I met Rossyln at a nail salon on Newbury Street and we got right into it.

  “Girl I put it on him! I had on some Vicky Secret honey and I posed for him like I was a super model on the runway. You should’ve seen his face, he was open!” I boasted.

  “That’s my girl.” Rosslyn laughed.

  “But, girl I couldn’t believe he didn’t want to wear a condom.”

  Rosslyn looked at me as if she wasn’t surprised at all. “Girl, all them athletes are stupid like that, I told you.”

  “But what if I was one of these bitches out here trying to get pregnant for a check? That shit would’ve been too easy,” I said as the Chinese nail tech started my nails while I sat back on the brown leather massage chair getting my feet done at the same time by another tech.

  “Trust me, girl, if you play your cards right you can have your way with these athletes. Now the rappers, girl them niggas be having the condom on the bed before you get there.”

  We both laughed; then Rosslyn got serious.

  “You know what this means, right?” she asked while getting her feet massaged.

  “What?” I asked.

  “All that teasing him and being seductive in your lingerie, they like that shit. They love a woman who is beautiful and could put it down in the bedroom. On top of that, he knows that you are not about playing games. Now watch how the money is going to splurge in,” she said with a confident, sinister grin.
br />   “Yeah I know,” I said. “But I’m kind of hoping for more than just money, maybe I’ll fall in love, you never know.”

  Rosslyn’s eyes were rolled as if I was speaking another language.

  “What is it with you and love? Love the money, that’s the only thing you are trying to gain out of this in the end. You can get your heart broken by thinking that more can come out of this. Focus Tyra, focus!”

  This was the perfect time and place for me to explain my past to Rosslyn and why I wanted to be loved so badly. I kept so much of my past bottled in because it was hard explaining my childhood to people without them judging me.

  "There's a lot about my past you don't know," I let out.

  Rosslyn pushed the number 4 button on her massage chair to a more quiet back rub so that she could hear me.

  “Like what?” she asked.

  I hesitated before I began, then I went for it.

  "Well since my foster parents never ever told me they loved me, nor did they ever hug me, kiss me on the cheek or tell me that they were proud of me for anything that I’ve ever done, I sought attention from boys because they were the ones that showed me attention."

  My eyes began tearing up thinking about how I was tricked by the kindness the boys in my projects displayed. They would invite me over to their apartments to hang out with them just so they could have sex with me or feel on my young overdeveloped body parts.

  "I really thought that I was befriending these boys not knowing that they would discuss behind my back who was supposed to sleep with me next and one time--"

  I paused as rapid tears rushed out of my eyes. I took one of my hands away from the Chinese nail tech and snatched a Kleenex to wipe my eyes. Butterflies were fluttering in my stomach and I tried to swallow the knot in my throat as I continued.