Release Me Ch. 02

"Why do you say that? I mean he's not my favorite person in the world but the man loves you."

"Not enough to get over what I used to do."

"Not that again?"

"Always that."

"Tell me what he said because you can be sensitive sometimes when he talks about you humping the pole."

"Shut up." She pushed Lonnie then took a drink of water."

"Tell me."

Aisha thought about the night Josh told her he had to go to Phoenix for at least a year.

Things were going well for the first couple of years, Aisha was still on stage but she was also still taking her clothes off. Josh was supportive of her dream and always came to see her dance when she was in a ballet. Having the studio at home helped her improve greatly as she did not have to worry about rental fees or studio time. This was also a special time as Josh loved watching her practice.

He moved a desk in the corner of the studio where he could be creative while watching her creatively express herself. After college he advanced quickly as an architect and was being sought out constantly. The company recognizing his value promoted him in just over four years as a junior partner.

"I will pick you up at seven make sure you're ready." Aisha knew how much the awards dinner meant to him so made sure she her look was flawless. Wearing a floor length white dress with a slit up the side a dramatic neck plunge allowed appreciation of her darker hue. Her hair was slicked back and a diamond pen clasped to the side giving her a nineteen twenties look. The only other jewelry was a pair of one carat diamond earrings another gift from Josh. Every time he had a success he gave her a present. Her makeup was heavy do to the evening event but not gaudy.

Josh would already be dressed in his tuxedo after leaving work to pick her up. She spritzed herself with perfume then grabbed a white faux fir wrap, another gift from Josh. Satisfied with her appearance she grabbed her purse stepping outside just as he pulled into the driveway.

He looked so debonair in black tux and Aisha found it hard to keep her hands to herself. His hair was freshly cut and he was cleaned shaven having stopped at the barber during lunch. Blue eyes lit up in approval when he saw her waiting. Getting out of the car he met her half way taking her arm.

"You look gorgeous Isha, I love the dress."

Aisha sat in the car as he closed her door.

"So how many awards are you up for tonight?"

"Six."

"Wow babe, that's even better than last year."

He grabbed her hand kissing it as he drove. "I know, it's been a great year."

They talked as they made their way to the awards dinner this conversation easy. You would have thought it was the Oscars the way the women went all out. Several people sat around one table holding polite conversation until the ceremony began. "Congratulations Hartnik on the wins you did some great work this year." The man was obviously a fan of Josh. "If you ever leave Warner give me a call."

Josh took his card politely but Aisha knew he was happy with where he was. Another gentleman sat across the table looking at Aisha to the extent that it became rude. She finally stared back letting him know she did not like it.

"I'm sorry to stare it's just I think I know you. My friends and I were celebrating his..."

Just then Josh cut him off.

"Aisha I need to speak to you."

"Josh can't it wait?" She asked interested in what the man had to say.

Josh stood holding his hand out. "It can't wait."

When she took his hand standing, the man spoke again. "I knew it. You're a dancer."

Josh turned gripped her hand tightly.

"My cousin's wife loves the ballet and so we all went to celebrate their anniversary. You were inspiring."

"You saw me dance at the theater?" Aisha smiled bowing her head in a thank you. She saw Josh relax as he sat back down though his shoulders were still stiff. The rest of the night was spent talking to his colleagues and pretty much ignoring her.

In the car he looked straight ahead driving faster than the speed limit.

"You should slow down." He ignored her. "I didn't do anything wrong Josh." She was not going to walk on pins and needles all night.

"Quit tomorrow."

"No." He slammed the gears speeding up. "Slow down Josh."

"I'm not fucking asking you Aisha, you will quit."

Aisha did not like the way he was speaking to her, this was not the first time they'd had this conversation but this was the first time he insisted that she give up her job. He pulled into the drive and Aisha got out before he could open her door, this only pissed him off more.

"Why do you need to work there Isha? I give you everything so don't say money. Is it the men. You like these sleaze balls touching you?" She unlocked the door walking inside. "Is that it? This is some kind of perverted turn on for you?"

"Shut up Josh." She tried to ignore him walking into the bedroom.

"Answer me."

"Just let it go." Aisha knew she was close to losing it. "

Aisha I am telling you that I can't do this anymore. Do you know how afraid I was tonight thinking that guy shoved a twenty in your ass?"

Aisha walked over to him then hit him hard with a closed fist and continued to hit him when he tried to grab her arms.

"Stop it Aisha." When she refused to stop he pushed her hard onto the floor walking away, still angry she got up and chased behind him. She almost fell backwards down the stares when Josh turned raising his hand then just as quickly pulled it back shoving his face forward into hers.

"I need to get the hell out of here. I need you to let me." Grabbing a few things he packed and headed back downstairs.

"Where are you going?"

"Out." With that he slammed the door behind him. That was the first time he walked out and was gone for over a week. He would call to see how she was doing but refused to discuss coming home.

Not wanting to lose him she talk to Lonnie about working in the diner. It was minimum wage and tips so she would take a hit financially.

A few days later Josh let himself into the house. And went straight to the kitchen for a cold beer. Aisha getting ready for work found him leaning against the counter. "What are you wearing?"

"A waitress outfit." She sat down at the table running a brush through her hair.

"Why?"

"I got a job working with Lonnie."

Josh finished off his beer then walked to the living room without commenting.

"I quit the company." She called behind him.

"Good."

"When are you gonna come back home?"

"I leave for Phoenix in a couple of days for work."

"For how long?"

"At least a year to get it started maybe two." He stated flatly.

"Is this your way of leaving me?"

"No. But I need some space and this is an opportunity to get that."

Aisha looked down at her key brown eyes tearing up.

"I can move out Josh..."

He shook his head. "That's not an option."

Picking up her purse she hesitated. "I have to get to work."

Josh walked over to her opening the front door then walked her down to the Jeep a gift for her birthday.

"What time do you get off?"

"Midnight."

"I'll be here." He leaned in to kiss her and wipe tears away. "We're not breaking up." He sighed. "I'm just trying to figure some things out."

She sat in the drivers seat then turned to him. "It would have been better for me if you had figured those things out four years ago."

"You're right Isha, it would have been better for everyone but I didn't so here we are."

She pulled out the drive as he stood watching.

Though Josh moved in hopes of improving their relationship, things only got worse. Aisha felt like a permanent booty call. They argued all the time when he came home. Aisha never asked to visit Phoenix and he never offered, she also never accompanied him to another awards show. In fact she never went to his work. She never got together with his friends. She was a part of his life that was separate from the rest.

"So what's the point Lonnie? I mean he says it's not over but it feels like it."

"I just think you're forcing something that won't make you happy."

"I'm not happy now."

"You may not be happy with him but sometimes that's still better than not being happy without him."

"I don't know Lonnie."

"It's been six years, I guess you have to ask yourself how much longer are you going to wait for him to decide where this is going."

"He proposed last night." Aisha did not know why she blurted that out but she needed to tell someone.

"What did you say?"

"I said no."

Lonnie blinked. "Why?"

"He saw me with my sister's husband and proposed."

"Well...it's still a proposal." Lonnie tried to sound encouraging.

"If you could call it that, he wanted to drive over to the strip and get it over with it so he didn't have to miss work on Monday."

Lonnie bit her bottom lip in sympathy. "Ouch."

"Exactly."

"I'm sorry honey."

"Me too." Aisha admitted finishing off her bottled water.

"We better get back, can I get a ride from work tonight?"

"Sure."

Several hours later she was driving Lonnie home as they continued to talk about Joshua.

"Maybe he's just scared of you getting hurt, you know how people can be."

Aisha pulled in front of Lonnie's house turning off her Jeep.

"I'm a lot tougher than that Lonnie, I just don't know if he is."

"Well come in and have some ice cream."

"I shouldn't."

"Yes you should, ice cream makes everything better."

"You're right, it does." She followed Lonnie up to the second floor of the apartment building her feet aching from the long hours of carrying heavy trays. "How long did you say Pete would be on the night shift?"

"Three months. So much for baby plans."

Aisha laughed. "I don't think so, you and Pete can fuck anywhere and anytime. My ears are still burning from when we were roommates."

Lonnie laughed. "Those were good times."

"You owe me for having to purchase all those ear plugs."

"It wasn't that bad." She giggled.

"Oh no? Oh Pete. Right there baby. Aaahhhh...yeah... fuck me good baby. Ride it Lonnie...hit hard..." Aisha leaned against the closed door doing her impression of the couple. "I'm cumming baby. Don't stop. Don't stop. Aaaahhhhh. Aaaahhhh. Yeah. Yeah."

Lonnie pushed her. "Stop it perv."

"No don't stop."

Aisha's eyes flew open to see a pair of hazel green eyes staring at her. She looked over to Lonnie who seemed unconcerned.

"Pete's obnoxious little brother Bradley. He's on our couch for a few days."

He walked over to Aisha taking her hand. "Nice to meet you."

When he brought it to his mouth and kissed it Lonnie groaned. "Oh get a grip Romeo."

Aisha smiled at his attempt to be chivalrous. "I didn't get your name?"

"Aisha." Pulling her hand away she stepped around him to reach the freezer and Lonny's emergency ice cream stash. Lonnie went the other direction to turn from the basketball game.

"Come on it's the playoffs."

"Then you better head down to Chubby's sports bar because we're watching Bridget Jones' Diary."

Bradley looked over at Aisha who was sitting on the couch with a full container of ice cream and a large cooking spoon.

"Did I miss something?" He asked Lonnie.

"Of course you did, but it's okay you're a man."

Bradley saw Lonnie walk towards the couch and pushed her out the way to sit next to Aisha.

"Ass." She protested before sitting in a comfortable chair. "No way are you going to sit and watch this." Lonnie opened her ice cream.

"I love this movie."

"Since when?"

He leaned back putting his arms on the back of the couch and around Aisha. "Since I have two lovely ladies to please me half way through." Lonnie hit him with the spoon.

"Dream on idiot. Be quiet or we're kicking you out." After the dire warning the women proceeded to talk through the entire movie. Every time Bradley would try to join the conversation they would give him a dirty look that shut him up.

Watching Bridget Jones was up there with getting a root canal for the young man but there was no way he was giving up the chance to sit next to Aisha. Bradley was just out of a relationship and decided to move from Texas to Vegas. He been at there place for two weeks waiting for his new rental to start at the beginning of the next month. It was nice to see that Lonnie had such attractive friends. He kept taking quick looks at Aisha or more accurately her body, she wore a white shirt that was unbuttoned just enough to see where her breast split. A short black skirt clung snugly to her hips and rose up tight thighs when she sat down. He felt himself get hard and was finding it difficult to not adjusted himself in hopes of not calling attention to himself. She smelled of vanilla and it played with his senses. He wondered how old she was? She looked like a teenager but black women never looked their age so he was not sure. His brother was thirty and so was his sister in law so she was probably somewhere near that age. When he she turned to find him sitting closely Bradley opened his mouth playfully for ice cream happy when she stuck the spoon inside.

"That's good." He held her hand as she held the spoon, they were soft. Sticking his tongue out he imagined that he was licking her creamy pussy as the creamy concoction melt around the inside of his mouth.

Aisha watched Bradley lick the ice cream as he held the spoon in place. She started to imagine he was holding her hips while eating her pussy. He was damn fine and she was finding it hard not to be tempted. It was clear the young man was feeling her as his eyes followed her every move. Not her usual type he wore locks kind of long and messy, a pair of worn jeans and an old gray tee.

She noticed his hard on long ago and now he was so close that her body started to respond and her pussy got wet. Until now only one person ever made her feel this kind of reaction, the thought of Josh made her pull the spoon away quickly. She stood up pulling her skirt down and causing Lonnie to look up questioningly.

"I have to go."

"We're only half way through the movie?" Her friend protested.

Aisha looked down at Bradley who held a mischievous smile. "I forgot... I um...I need to do laundry." Holding out the container she offered it to Bradley. "You want this?"

He smiled nodding. "I sure do. I've never eaten anything so creamy." His eyes stared into hers at the double meaning.

Letting out a breath she grabbed her purse yelling bye as she closed the door soundly behind her.

Aisha sat on the couch looking at her phone for what seemed like the hundredth time. No text, no calls since he left that morning. There was a time when Joshua could not wait to talk to her, a time she could not wait to talk to him. Her heart and mind refused to make a unified decision when it came to her love life. His touch was still exciting but it always came with drama. Aisha simply could not shake the feeling that there was so much more to him than she knew. Sometimes she felt like he was a total stranger. To look at the surface he appeared to be the perfect boyfriend, always concerned for her and her well being, so what was it that made her feel like things were going in a direction that did not include her? Thinking back to when they met Aisha realized she had gotten more than she ever expected from Joshua Hartnik in so many ways but she still wanted more.

Josh left his parents house the next evening and went straight to the airport. He met with his friends and drank until he was drunk then took a cab back to the house. Looking at his watch he saw it was past one in the morning so he tried not to make any noise as he walked into the bedroom and began undressing. She lay with her butt sticking out towards the door and he found his cock doing what it had not all evening, get hard. Slipping under the blankets Joshua a thick cock against her round ass as his hands went under her over sized tee to find soft nipples.

Feeling her flinched from the unexpected twisting Aisha grumbled in complaint. "Josh not tonight..."

"I missed you."

"I'm tired, it was a long day."

"Did you miss me Ish?"

"Have you been drinking?"

He nodded against her back as he ground into her ass. "A little bit."

"You smell like a distillery."

"Let me fuck you baby." He begged now opening humping her ass.

"I said I'm tired..."

He pulled her onto her back climbing on top of her. "I love you. You know that? Does it matter?"

Aisha was about to protest but the desperation in his voice made her pause. "Josh you need to sleep it off."

"No." He shook his head like a belligerent child. "I need to bury myself in you. I need to know that you're going to try...Isha I don't fucking know how to make you happy, but I want to. I want to make you happy." With that he kissed her hard on the mouth his mouth wet and sloppy.

"Ouch..." She moaned into his mouth trying to twist her head away. "Josh..." She tried calling only to have him suck harder on her tongue. Placing his forearms under her knees he pushed her legs up to her ears then slipped inside.

He refused to stop kissing her as the sound of protest was more than he could bare at the moment. Pumping hard and fast into Aisha as she held tightly to his shoulders Joshua tried to lose himself. She did not respond to soft and gentle, this was not a delicate woman who needed constant placating, no this was a woman who dealt with life as it came. This was also a woman who would never just let things be. What had he been thinking? How was this suppose to work? The time with his family with Flora only made it seem even more hopeless. Josh felt like she was little piece of heaven that if not kept hidden would be exposed to the harshness of reality.

Pushing his hand between them he started to strum her clit and finally received the moan while continuing to fuck her. He could feel her sweating as their bodies started to cling together and it made a slight sound when pulling away. Finally ripping her face away Aisha started screaming. "Josh...I...gonna...cum." Her words were desperate and sent him over the edge. "Oh...baby...aaahhhh." Cum shot deep painting her soft vaginal walls a creamy white.

After resting on her for a moment to catch his breath, Joshua rolled away to the side, pulling her tightly into his arms and kissing her temple.

"I love you Aisha."

"You say that a lot lately."

"Because it's true."

"Who you trying to convince, me or you?" `

And once again she managed to take a perfect moment and piss him off.

"Go to sleep Isha." A few minutes later Joshua lay with his arm around her small waist as she snored lightly. Why did Aisha feel so right for his bed but so wrong for his life?

"Do you wanna do something today?"

Josh sat across the table from Aisha reading the paper. She was wearing one of his suit shirts and he could not help the constant looks of attraction. She did not bother with the buttons so he could see her breast as well as her tight tummy and trim snatch while drinking coffee and doing a crossword.

Not bothering to look up he was happy to hear her answer in the positive. "What did you have in mind?"

He lost his train of thought for a moment while looking at her causing brown eyes to look up when he did not answer. A smile came across her face when she found dark blue eyes fixed on her boobs.

"Can I help you with something Mr. Hartnik?" Her smile told him she was aware of what he needed help with.

"I don't know." He teased.

"Try me." She countered.

"Jam."

"What?" That was not Aisha expected him to say.

"I would really like so more jam for my toast."

She laughed at his answer. "Jam huh? Okay." Sure, I think I can help you with that."

Getting up she let the shirt fall to the floor so he could see her derriere while leaving the room. Joshua sighed heavily as he suddenly remembered why he fell so hard so fast.