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Chapter 1
Katrina Powell sauntered down the sidewalk occasionally
pausing to peek into windows of the cute little boutiques that
lined the street. Her shapely figure was barely covered with a
pair of butt cheek exposing shorts and a halter the size of a
hankie.
“Aaah it’s so nice to play hooky from work,” she murmured
to herself as she made her way along the half empty street. It
was a Tuesday afternoon, where under normal
circumstances she’d be sporting a constricting suit, too tight
pantyhose and the prerequisite three-inch pumps, and stuck
in a twenty-story refrigerator like building, the same place she
had spent the last two hundred and forty Tuesdays.
She caught her reflection and grinned. “Twenty percent
executive, thirty percent lady and fifty percent hoochie
momma,” she drawled then tossed her head.
Less than twenty steps away sat her favorite ice cream shop,
Bruster's, and it was calling her name. She trotted over and
stepped up to the window and contemplated the menu. “I’m
on a diet,” she confided to the clerk who grinned and winked.
“Naw!” he said.
Katrina nodded. “I need to lose some of this,” she said
motioning toward her legs while stepping back from the
counter giving the man a better view. “I’m getting too big.”
“There’s nothing wrong with a little meat. You’re the perfect
size,” he said, his tone affable, but his eyes devoured her as
though she was his favorite ice cream sundae.
A smile spread over Katrina’s face. She had always been self-
conscious of her big legs. “Thanks. I think I’ll have a double
scoop of rum raisin…and put it on a cone,” she decided.
Hell, I can splurge a little. I’m on a mini vacation.
Two minutes later she was sitting on a bench happily
enjoying her treat. She was so into it that she didn’t notice
the man standing in front of her.
“Katrina Matthews!”
Startled, Katrina looked up; she hadn’t been called by her
maiden name in years. Her eyes widened with surprise.
“Monte! Monte Rivera? Oh my God. I don’t believe it.”
Standing in front of her was her high school sweetheart.
During their junior and senior years they were as inseparable
as Will and Jada Smith. Monte had turned those two years
into seven hundred and thirty days of pure bliss. He had
given her her first French kiss, treated her like a lady, and
made her come so hard by licking her clit that it had brought
tears to her eyes. He was the man who set the bar for all
those who followed him.
Memories of how his soft lips felt on her clit popped in her
head so suddenly and took her by such surprise that her
hands dropped to her side and her two scoops of ice cream
fell to the ground. She gaped at the man in front of her, her
eyes roamed over his glossy black hair, dark eyes, sun
kissed skin, and his sexy goatee. Fifteen years had matured
his former baby face into a sexy man. He still looks good,
make that even better than he did in high school, she thought
to herself and she absent-mindedly licked her lips. Out loud
she whispered, “Mon?” She still didn’t believe he was within
arm’s reach. Over the years she had always wondered what
if things hadn’t happened the way they did, would they have
ended up together.
“Tina,” he answered with a grin as he nodded to the ice
cream on the ground. “I see that you still have that sweet
tooth.”
“I do,” she said, recovering. “I can’t believe it’s you. What
are you doing here?”
Monte shrugged. “I guess it’s kismet. I was driving by and
saw you on the bench inhaling your ice cream and I decided
to stop to protect the birds.” Katrina raised her eyebrows in
question. “I thought you were going to inhale an innocent
bird,” he joked.
Katrina burst out laughing. “You’re still silly.”
Monte opened his arms. “Give me a hug.” Katrina happily
complied. She let Monte’s arms wrap around her. The years
evaporated. His embrace felt just as good as it did years
ago. Closing her eyes she nuzzled her face against his shirt;
Monte seductively trailed his fingers up and down her back.
Before she knew what she was doing, Katrina pressed
against him so close it was as though they were velcroed
together. As if they had a mind of their own, her hands slid
down and cupped his ass, she gently kneaded it.
Monte groaned softly before unpeeling his body from hers. “I
think we need to stop.”
Katrina blinked up at him, trying to pull herself out of her
daze. She glanced around to see that they were drawing a
lot of looks. “Um sure. You need to buy me another ice
cream,” she suddenly blurted.
Monte studied her a moment, then said, “I’ll do better than
that. I’ll buy you lunch.”
“Awesome! And then we can catch up. I can’t wait to hear
about how many hearts you’ve broken.” Monte just shook
his head and grinned.
An hour later they were seated across each other in an Italian
restaurant, each with their steaming entrée set in front of
them. “So what’s up? What have you been doing for the last
fifteen years?”
“Well, after graduation,” Katrina started, causing Monte to
burst out laughing.
“Fast forward ten or more years,” he said with a grin.
“I graduated from Spelman with my MBA and now I’m
working at UPS in their marketing department. And I got
married,” she added, sloppily tacking on her marital status as
though it was just a small blip of shit in her grand life.
While she talked, Monte couldn’t take his eyes off Katrina.
Time had been very good to her. Even fifteen years later, her
body could still stop traffic. “Still?” he asked, his eyes
lingering on her breasts they reminded him of ripe eggplants,
all he wanted to do was suck them.
Katrina shook her head. “It’s funny how a wedding ring can
change people,” she answered ruefully. “He changed into an
asshole. He cheated on me with my best friend, I mean my
former best friend,” she quickly corrected herself. “He wiped
out half the bank account, took my brand new Lexus and
cleaned out the house.”
“Sounds like the epitome of an asshole,” Monte said, secretly
happy.
Katrina agreed. “But you know what?” she asked and
answered before he got a chance to respond. “I got all that
back and then some. So I’m okay. It goes to show you that
Katrina Powell can get knocked down, but she always comes
back…bigger and stronger. So how about you? Married?”
she nonchalantly asked.
Monte hesitated then answered. “I’m not,” he answered, then
quickly changed the subject. “I’m working at an information
technology company as a project manager.”
“Wonderful!” Katrina answered. She stuck a forkful of pasta
in her mouth and slowly chewed. She didn’t talk until she
swallowed. “You know you broke my heart,” she said half-
jokingly.
“I did not,” Monte protested. Katrina snorted with disbelief.
“I’m sorry, I was young. I was only eighteen,” he sputtered
his overdue apology to her.
Katrina glared at the man who had broken her heart so many
years ago and to top it off stood her up for their senior prom.
The pain had been unbearable, nothing compared to it, not
even finding out her ex-husband had cheated on her with her
best friend. “Yeah and listening to your mother.” It still
stung. “Just because I’m black and dark-skinned doesn’t
mean that I’m not a good person.” It took her years to
appreciate her beauty. Her self-esteem took a beating when
her husband left her for her former best friend who could
have easily been mistaken for Vanessa Williams.
“You were beautiful then and still is,” Monte insisted. “And
we both know that you’re a good person.” He placed his fork
down and leaned toward her. “Listen, I was young and my
mother wouldn’t have paid for me to go to college if I had
kept seeing you. It got ugly and I caved…I’m sorry, but I
caved. Back then I didn’t think I would be able to survive
without their money, but now...”
“But now you know better,” Katrina finished for him.
“Much better. It would have taken me longer to get where I’m
at, but I would have gotten there.” He grasped her hand. “I
am very sorry,” he said and Katrina heard the sincerity in his
voice. “If I could go back and change everything I would.”
He caressed the palm of her hand with his thumb and Katrina
inhaled softly, her pussy throbbing. She pressed her legs
together.
“What would you do?” Katrina whispered as she stared deep
into his eyes.
“I’d take you out and treat you like the queen you are.”
“And what else?”
Monte’s brow pursed with confusion. “What else do you
want? I’ll give you anything.”
“Prom night was going to be our first time…my first time,”
she said softly.
Monte’s dick hardened. “I fucked up didn’t I? I really messed
up.”
“You did. But I give second chances. I can forgive and
forget.” Katrina eyes roamed over his face and stopped at
his full lips.
“You’re saying that you want us to…pick up where we left
off?” Monte asked, fishing for the correct words.
“Maybe, but let’s just fuck for now,” she said boldly.
Monte’s mouth dropped in shock; he searched Katrina’s
eyes to see if she was serious. And by the desire flickering in
them, he knew she was. “Damn Tina, you haven’t changed,
you were always outspoken. So when is this going to
happen?”
“Now!” she answered.
“Where?”
“My house,” she quipped.
It didn’t take Monte long to get their waiter’s attention and pay
their bill.
“Follow me,” Katrina said as she strutted out the restaurant
and into her car. Monte slid into his. They took off with
Katrina leading and Monte holding the rear.
Katrina pulled her cell phone off the dashboard and dialed
her best friend, Mya. “Girl! You’re not going to believe who’s
following me home!” she screamed as soon as her friend
picked up the phone.
“Chris Brown?” she asked dryly.
“Hell naw. Monte Rivera!”
“High school sweetheart Monte?”
“Yep!”
“The one whose mother hated you?”
“Yeah!”
“The one who stood you up on prom night?”
“Well damn Mya! Yeah that’s him. Stop making him sound
like some criminal, that was over twenty years ago,” Katrina
snapped.
“Fifteen girl,” Mya answered. “Just fifteen. And pray tell why
is he following you home?”
“Why do you think?” Katrina teased.
“Tina! No!”
“Mya! Yes! Girl I’m about as dry as the fucking desert. I
haven’t had sex in months.”
Mya snorted. “What about DeWayne? Isn’t he putting it
down?”
Katrina rolled her eyes. “Let me correct myself. Good sex.
That man is so pitiful in bed. Hell, my thumb will make me
come faster than he can.”
“I’m sorry girl; I didn’t know it was like that. But seriously,
should you be bringing him home? Do you want to be
considered a piece of ass?”
“This might be our chance to be together,” Katrina insisted.
“I think you’re just horny and need a good fuck and that’s it.”
“Maybe so. But I want Monte. He looks even better than he
did in high school. He’s just as sweet and—”
Mya quickly cut her off. “Is he still being controlled by his
mother? You remember her? She’s the one who broke you
two up in the first place.”
“She did, and he explained all that.” Katrina filled her friend
in on what Monte told her. “So he really was just a young
man thinking about his future. He didn’t see any other
option.” Katrina peeked in her rear view mirror to see if
Monte was still behind her, he was and she frowned when
she noticed him on the phone.
“I guess so,” Mya reluctantly agreed. “Just be careful. Don’t
be moving at warp speed. And don’t forget about DeWayne.”
“I won’t, I won’t. Let me focus on the road. I’ll call you later,”
Katrina promised before clicking off her phone. “It’s a good
thing I slipped into my thong this morning.”
Katrina pulled into her driveway and waited for Monte to park
beside her. He stepped out of the car and stared at her
house and whistled. “Nice,” he said admiring her three-story
townhome.
“I like it.” She grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the
front door. She was horny and wanted him inside her. They
stumbled into her house and Monte pulled her to him, and
gently grazed his lips over hers causing Katrina’s knees to
weaken. She inhaled sharply. “Let’s go upstairs.” She
hurried up the stairs with Monte on her heels.
Inside her room, Katrina began tugging at her top. “Let me,”
Monte murmured. It took him less than ten seconds to take
off her halter.
“What about the rest?”
“Nu uh, let me look at you.” Monte hungrily eyed her. His
gaze ran over her smooth chocolately skin, her pendulous
breasts with quarter size areolas and her softly rounded
stomach. She proudly squared her shoulders at seeing the
desire shining in his eyes. “You’re beautiful, you know that?
Just stunning.”
“Thank you,” Katrina murmured.
He reached over and cupped her breasts. He gently kneaded
them and Katrina shuddered with desire. “These are
magnificent,” he muttered mesmerized by their beauty and
how her dark creamy skin looked against his olive tone. He
lovingly stroked them. Katrina arched her back, jutting them
at her lover, his mouth closed over a nipple. He pulled back
then swiped his tongue over a nipple, then blew gently on it,
they instantly hardened. She palmed his head urging him
closer.
With a last kiss, Monte reluctantly pulled away, he had
another point of focus. He deftly unsnapped her shorts and
swiftly pulled them down along with her lacy panties, they
dropped at her feet. Katrina kicked them away while Monte
shrugged off his clothes. Katrina inhaled sharply. Monte
looked like he and the gym were on a first name basis. He
had more muscles than a semi-pro body builder. Her gaze
slide down and her mouth widened with surprise. His dick
stuck straight out, pink and throbbing, thick and long. He will
do nicely, she thought gleefully.
Monte grinned when she dropped to her knees in front of
him. She leaned toward him and cupped his ass then nestled
her face in his hair. She breathed softly on his balls before
gently taking them in her mouth. Acting as though she was
handling a set of glass orbs, she delicately tongued his warm
globes, while savoring his unique scent.
“Aw shit!” Katrina gently ran her tongue from the base of his
shaft to the tip. Monte inhaled sharply. His dick pulsed
against her lips. She grinned up at him before wrapping her
warm lips around his tip. Katrina ran her fingers across his
ass as her head bobbed up and down while she sucked his
head. She tenderly nipped at the tip and his knees buckled, it
was a good thing that the bed was right behind him. He
tumbled onto it pulling Katrina on top of him.
His hands snaked around her and with one swift movement;
he had her on her back and him on top of her. “Smooth,”
Katrina teased.
“I guess I have a few tricks up my sleeve,” he drawled, his
dark eyes smoldering with passion as he leaned down and
nibbled her lips. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Katrina
nodded. Monte moved down and palmed a breast, he gently
kneaded it. He loved her beautiful chocolaty colored skin.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Katrina moaned. He
slipped a nipple into his mouth and tenderly sucked it,
Katrina shivered with desire. “Are you sure you want to do
this?” Katrina softly panted. He leisurely nibbled his way
down her stomach and Katrina squirmed with desire. “Are
you sure you want to do this?” He slid his finger into her
pussy and Katrina screamed with passion. Her hips moved
up and down as he unhurriedly finger fucked her. Her hands
clutched the sheets as his finger slowly moved in and out
while gliding over her clit. “Are you sure you want to do
this?” Katrina let out a strangled grunt.
Monte stopped long enough to slip on a condom; she was so
wet that he easily slid into her hotness. “Are you sure you
want to do this?” he asked one last time. Katrina looked up
at him, her eyes begging him to fuck her. “Well then hold on,
it’s going to be a fun ride.” Katrina closed her eyes as she
held onto his hips and he began moving. Monte’s measured
thrusts quickly put her on the cusp of ecstasy. Her hips
moved in double time. “Slow down babe,” he drawled. “Let
me fuck you. I want to feel every inch of your pussy.” Each
word was punctuated with an unhurried plunge.
“Just fuck me!” Katrina shouted as she wrapped her legs
around his waist and cupped Monte’s ass.
“Your wish is my command.” He breathed deeply before
tripling his speed, thrusting in and out of her so fast that it left
her breathless.
“Monte!” she loudly chanted, lost in her haze of desire,
oblivious of Monte’s sweat dripping on her.
“You feel so good!” Katrina grunted in response, suddenly
he felt Katrina stiffen. A second later he felt her shudder. My
turn. He slowed his pace, knowing how sensitive her clit
was. “I feel all of you babe, so soft and wet, so juicy. So
juicy,” he repeated then continued with his dick to explore
every inch of her pussy. Moments later his tempo increased
and Katrina knew he was about to come and she lightly ran
her fingernails over his ass. He tensed, and then his hips
bucked against hers.
Exhausted, he rolled off her. “Mon!” Her eyes wide with
astonishment. “That was so amazing.”
“I know babe. I know,” he answered, shocked. There wasn’t
any first time awkwardness between them. It was the most
uninhibited sex he’d had in a long time.
He slung his legs over the side of the bed. Katrina untangled
herself from the blankets and wrapped her arms around his
waist. She rested her head on his shoulder. “What’s
wrong?”
“I—um—"
“What is it? You’re mad about us sexing?”
“No,” he answered slowly.
“Don’t you dare tell me that you lied about being married,”
she said and playfully punched him in his ribs.
Monte shook his head. “I’m not married…but I’m about to
be,” he whispered.
Katrina suddenly stopped laughing. “What did you say?”
she quietly asked.
“I’m engaged,” he confessed.
“What!” Katrina shrieked as she pulled back and stared at
him as though he had just told her that he was a big time
porn star.
“I’m getting married in six months.”