Star boy: A ghetto top man's story. Book I

Chapter 23

When one spends years with their spouse, trying to build the perfect life for their family and trying to keep up appearances for the public they tend to have little to no time for self-love or spending quality time with each other. Everything else becomes more important than keeping the fire alive in their relationship. I think this explains why most persons step out of their relationship to find attention and affection elsewhere.

I believe this is what happened with Star boy and his wife. They are both high achievers, he is a media personnel with a well-established business (in the parish at least) and she is a well-educated doctor. They both ranked highly on the social ladder. They have a beautiful home and they both drive top-class vehicles. Mrs. Anderson is from a wealthy background, and I believe one of the reasons why Star boy stayed in their marriage was because of the image and perks that came with being married to her. It appeared to me that she was the one that made him into the man he is today. The man that every woman so desires but is not interested in building. Most women have a distaste for building a man from the ground up but ironically, they all want a well-developed man.

"Let us go out, just us!"

"Ladies only" Star boy's wife said on the other end of the call.

She has been calling me a lot lately to 'get to know me'. Her words, not mine. I believe she is trying to either play on my conscience or put a leash on me where her husband was concerned. As nerve wrecking as it is I also find it hilarious that a woman of her age and class is threatened by a regular girl like me.

"Ok, anywhere you wanna go?" I asked hoping that she might choose some place busy. I must admit I was timid as fuck to go out with her alone. I was playing with fire, I knew but funny enough I liked her, she seemed calm and easygoing to an extent and a part of me hoped that she was just as I predicted instead of the crazy bitch that my alter ego assumed she was. Sounding confuse? Yes, I know.

She is very attractive too; we have a lot in common where physical appearance is concerned. Star boy surely has a type. I believe I have always secretly had a thing for females but I never acted on the idea. I realized this when I seemed to find more pleasure in watching Lesbian porn versus any other category. I don't think I am a full-fledged lesbian though because I love dick very much. I guess I was either bi-curious or bisexual. There was only one way to find out, I must engage in this threesome. Yes, I will do it and then I will ghost Star boy and his wife.

Mrs. Anderson asked to pick me up at home but I refused. I didn't want anyone from the community to suspect anything out of the norm, they were already curious about Star boy coming to pick me up on several occasions.

"Let's go to a club down on the west side," Mrs. Anderson said as I entered her Audi. She was dressed in a jeans skirt and a velvet top. I was tempted to place my hand on her leg, her skin looked so soft and silky.

"Sure, anywhere you feel comfortable" I answered.

"Do you drink?" she asked and smiled at me.

I nodded, " yes, socially"

"Great! Then let's go have some fun!"

We drove to Westmoreland. On the way, we tried to make small talk, but it felt awkward. I was nervous and I felt very shy in her company. We stopped at a Club called Rider's strip on the corner of a road I was not familiar with.

Mrs. Anderson turned to face me and licked her lips. "You ever been with a girl before?"

"Nope" I answered timidly.

"Can I taste your lips?" she leaned in and whispered at my ear.

Chills were sent down my spine and my heartbeat picked up speed. I shook my head slowly as my mouth watered anticipating her lips.

She held the side of my face and kissed my cheek softly. She stuck out her tongue and licked my lips like a hungry kitty. I opened my mouth to take her in as we exchanged a deep passionate kiss. My body screamed for more as I felt my love juice building up between the lips of my pussy. I let out a soft moan and she giggled and pulled away.

"I taste why Raymond is so hungry for you " She whispered and used her fingers to trace circles around my nipples.

"Let's go have some fun," she said excitedly, and we exited the vehicle.

We walked towards the direction of the bar and ordered some drinks. I ordered a sex in the city mix and she ordered shots of tequila.

My eyes plopped open in amazement as she poured the three shots down her throat. One after the other.

"Yuh can dance?" she asked grinding up against me.

It felt weird and uncomfortable. I was into her, but I was not into having other people into my personal life and the club was rather crowded for this time of the day.

"What if someone sees us from the district?" I whispered in her ear.

She pretended not to hear and kept rocking her hips against my body. I used my hand to somewhat ease her off as embarrassment clouded over my entire body.

For the entire night, she kept on dancing and feeding her system with strong liquor. I was worried since I was not a good driver, and I did not have a driver's license.

"Yuh too shy" she teased. "Or a me yuh shy round?"

"Raymond says you can dance so come on let's dance," she said and pulled me closer to her.

I frowned.

I was ready to leave, this was a bad idea.

I felt embarrassed and annoyed.

How can a lady of such social background be acting like this in public? I scoffed and stormed outside.

I found a bench near the sea and sat down. I removed my sandals and pressed my feet deep in the sand. The sea breeze blew hard against my face, and I closed my eyes to prevent sand particles from entering them. I used to enjoy the beach when I was a child. I remember days when my dad used to pick me up from home and we would get ice cream and drive down to the nearby beach. Those are some of my best treasured moments.

"Am sorry Ashleigh!" I heard a voice said from behind me.

I recognized it. It was Mrs. Anderson; she had realized that I was gone and came searching for me.

"It's ok, I get it" I mumbled with my head still focus on my feet sinking deeper in the sand.

"No, it's not ok," she came closed and sat beside me.

"When I first saw you, I felt intimidated in some sort because you had two things that I might never get back "

"The full attention of my husband and youthfulness"

"Raymond comes home most nights and kicks off his shoes, remove his clothing, and lay on the opposite side of the bed"

She looked to the sky and exhaled loudly.

"When I attempted to speak to him, he dismissed it with three words I am tired"

"Some nights I would cry and blame him and some nights I even blame you"

"I realize now that I am the reason"

"I get so caught up with work and whenever he asks that we go out or even have sex I tell him those same words, I am tired"

I didn't know what to say to cheer her up. I sat there and tried to put a good argument together, but my brain was blank. I wasn't in a position to advise her; I was sleeping with her husband for Christ's sake.

"I cheated on Raymond "

"Years ago"

"He found out and forgave me"

"He is a good man; he doesn't deserve me"

"Come on, let's go home"

I stood up and extended my arm to take hers. I felt shocked and confused. I wondered when this movie would end. I was convinced that I was either watching a soap opera or starring one.