Last time on Illicit Obsessions . . . .
"She invited you to her cocktail party?" Greg asked.
"Yes, Greg." Antonio said turning to Greg. "She also said you're invited?"
Greg had huge smile on his face. "I wonder if she has any sisters?"
Larry continued to scratch his head. "Where have I seen her name before?"
Antonio looked at his watch.
11:45 pm.
Antonio began to get hesitate.
"Should I call her?" he asked. He began to take two deep breaths. He looked at the phone number he written (in chicken scratch) on the piece of paper that layed in his hands.
Just then, the phone rang.
Antonio looked at his watch.
11:55 pm.
"Who the hell would call me five minutes before midnight? Gosh, if it's Greg . . . . "
He reached for the phone on his night table and lifted up the receiver. "Hello?"
"Hi. . . . Antonio?" asked the voice.
Antonio jumped up from his bed.
"Simone?"
AND NOW FOR EPISODE FOUR:
Chapter Seven:
Antonio froze. He couldn't believe it. She was on the other end of the phone. Her! Antonio felt like he was going to hyperventilate. God, what should I do? Antonio asked himself. He swallowed hard and took two deep breaths.
"Simone, hi,"
"Hi, yourself." She said. "At last, I get to finally to talk to you."
"Yeah," Antonio said trying hard to hide his overwhelmingness, and his sarcasm. "Isn't that great?"
"So how are you?" Simone asked.
"I'm okay, I was just about it to sleep, and . . . "
"Oh, I'm sorry if I . . . ."
"No, don't worry. I can stay up."
Hearing those words put a smile on Simone's face. "So what did you to do today?"
"I went over to my parents home, to help paint the guest room."
"Really?"
"Yeah, it was really fun though."
"Both your parents still live together and are married?"
"Yeah, for about 30 years."
Simone gasped on the other end. "Really? That's really good. My mother and father unfortunately had passed away when I was 19."
"Sorry to hear that." Antonio replied.
"But from their passing I've been able to develop into a strong independent women."
Antonio began nodding his head in agreement in what she said. "For real."
She then directed conversation towards to Antonio. "So artist boy, where did you learn to draw like that?"
Antonio paused. "I don't know, probably a gifted talent."
"Is that the only talent you have?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well aren't there any other things that you can do with your hands?"
Antonio felt himself get a little excited as the question ringed his head. He decided to play stupid. "Let me see. . . I can write . . ."
Simone let out a laugh. "Well that's true."
"Simone, I always wanted to know, where did you hear about me?"
"I heard you through an acquaintance who said your work was superb."
"Who?"
"I believe her name was Jennifer Henry."
Antonio tried to remember that name, but he came up with nothing. "Doesn't ring a bell."
"Well, anyway she loved your work, and recommended me to go to visit you."
"And now you're here." Antonio replied humorously.
"Yeah, and so are you." Simone replied coyly.
The conversation went on for about three hours.
"Artist boy?" Antonio asked.
"Well that's what you are, isn't?"
"And what about those quote unquote steamy messages you left on my machine?"
"Steamy messages? Please Antonio!"
"Oh come on, if a man were to leave messages like that on your machine, wouldn't think that . . . . "
"It's too much?"
"Yeah, exactly."
"Antonio, let me tell you something. I'm a 42 year old, wealthy, dominating, black woman. Whatever I see, I get. Right now, I see you, therefore . . "
"You're gonna get me?" Antonio asked.
"If you want to put it in those words." Simone said.
"So what makes you so sure that you gonna get me?" Antonio asked coyly.
"Good things come to those who wait, and not to those who waits too late." Simone responded.
Antonio pondered on her thought. "We'll see."
Antonio then paused.
"Wait a minute! How old did you say you were again?"
"42 years old," Simone said. "And damn proud of it too. Is there problem?"
"In the last three hours you and me have been talking, you didn't mention your age?"
"You didn't ask me."
"Was I suppose to?"
"Antonio come on. I don't go around telling everybody my age."
"I thought you were proud of your age."
"Being proud of something is one thing. Going on around and bill boarding yourself is another."
"Do you know how old I am?" Antonio asked.
"Judging from your physique, and mentality, your probably in your late 20's.
"I'm 24."
"Oh! And?"
"And, what? You don't find it a bit weird for you to be talking to a guy who's 18 years younger than you?"
"Do you find it weird to talking to a woman who's 18 years older than you?"
"No, but . . ."
"Case closed."
Simone was right, Antonio thought. She is domineering. Antonio tried to squeeze his argument in.
"But don't you feel uncomfortable?"
"Why should I? I find dating younger men, a big turn for me."
"So you have gone out with younger like myself?"
"Not really. The youngest I've talked to was 28. He's was such a sweet heart, until he unexpectedly died.
"What?"
"Yeah, he died in a fatal car accident. Police say he had problems with his brakes." Simone said beginning to muffle.
"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that." Antonio said sympathetically. "How long ago was this?"
"About a year ago."
Antonio shook his head. "I'm really sorry."
"Don't be. It wasn't you who cut his brakes."
"Someone cut his brakes?"
"That is what is believed that caused the accident."
"Wow," Antonio said in shock. "I must give you credit. You're still strong. If anything were to happened to my family or friends, I would just die."
There was a pause on the other end.
"Simone? Simone, you there?"
"Yeah, sorry. I was just thinking about him."
"What was his name?"
"Shane."
"That's so tragic."
"Yeah, but anyhow, enough of me and my depressing sob-story."
Antonio looked at his clock radio and saw 3:01 a.m.
"Wow, it's getting really late."
"Oh, my gosh have we been talking that long?" Simone asked.
"I guess we have, and I have to go to work tomorrow."
"Yeah, me too." Simone said.
"It must be really interesting for someone like to you to own three stock shares, plus own two companies.
"It's a living."
"Yeah, well that living has paid off big time."
"Antonio, it was really nice talking to you, for once."
"I'm sorry if all you been getting was my answering machine. I'm really busy and . . . "
"Don't apologize. So when will I see you?"
"Friday."
"At what time?"
"Four o'clock?"
"Good. You remember. I'll talk to you tomorrow, same time, same place?"
"You got it."
"Bye Antonio Madison."
"Bye Simone Jackson."
Both of them hung up at the same time. Antonio layed there staring at the ceiling. A smile appeared on his face as he kept thinking about the things the both of them were talking about:
"But don't you feel uncomfortable?"
"Why should I? I find dating younger men, a big turn for me."
"So artist boy, where did you learn to draw like that?"
"I don't know, probably a gifted talent."
"Is that the only talent you have?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well aren't there any other things that you can do with your hands?"
"Antonio, let me tell you something. I'm a 42 year old, wealthy, dominating, black woman. Whatever I see, I get. Right now, I see you, therefore . . "
"You're gonna get me?"
"If you want to put it in those words."
"So what makes you so sure that, you gonna get me?"
"Good things come to those who wait, and not to those who waits too late."
Antonio switched off the lamp on his night table, pulled the covers over him and went to sleep.
Simone meanwhile, was lying on her king size bed staring at Antonio's painting that she had hung up on a wall in front of her bed. She continued to stare at the naked couple who were madly in love. She began to close her eyes. When she opened them, she was in a forest, beside the lake. She was lying on a towel, with the sun illuminating every square inch of her naked body. A large shadow began to cast over her body.
She gazed up.
She began to lick her lips seductively as she beckoned the shadow to come close to her. The shadow was being produced by a young man, who knelt beside her. She approached his lips, as he began to open his. Their tongues swirled in battle in each others mouth as the two kissed, breathing heavily. The young man began to caress her shoulders as he began to move down to her neck.
"Oh, gosh yes." Simone moaned as the young man continued devouring her neck with kisses. She felt herself getting excited and breathing heavy. All of her senses were alert anticipating everything that was happening to her. The young man continued to kiss her as he began to move his hands towards her breasts.
Simone moaned out loud as the touch of his hands on her breast sparked a sensation up her spine. The young man continued to kiss her, as he moved his way lower towards her breasts.
"Yes, oh yes." Simone replied as she felt his tongue move in the valley that layed between her breasts. Slowly and teasingly, the young man began to kiss her breasts, gently touching her nipples.
Simone felt as she was going to explode. He wouldn't stop. He used the tips of fingers to tantalize her nipples and Simone felt she had no control.
"Oh gosh, don't stop! Don't stop!" she yelped.
The young man completely ignored her and continued stimulating her. It was as if he was construction worker who would not stop until he heard the five o'clock whistle.
Simone's legs began to quiver as she flung them around the young man's back and interlocked them. The young man began to move down further.
Simone stopped, and lifted his head towards her face. "Antonio fuck me. Fuck me hard!"
The young man, unwrapped her legs around his back and straighten himself. He then grabbed Simone's leg and propped it on his shoulders. He took one hand and used it to stimulate her clitoris as he took his other hand to guide his cock inside her.
Simone instantly exploded as Antonio's finger ever so delicately stimulated her clitoris. His cock went in with ease, as Simone was wet, hot, and ready.
"Fuck me hard Antonio!" she cried as she began to close her eyes.
As Antonio began to ease himself in and out of her, Simone all of sudden heard music playing. Marvin Gaye's "Let's Get It On" began playing, but it began playing the end of the song, where Marvin Gaye began singing his ab-lib.
"And that was Marvin Gaye, with his classic song, "Let's Get It On." announced a voice.
Simone was startled and stopped. She quickly opened her eyes.
The sun was beaming into her bedroom, as the clock radio beside her was on.
She looked at the time.
7:30 a.m.
Simone layed there with exhausted look on her face. She took her pillow behind the head and hugged it close to her.
"Good morning, Antonio." she said.
Next time on Illicit Obsessions . . .
Antonio got up from his desk and headed towards the door and slowly closed it.
"She called me."
"What?"
"Yep, she called me."
"And what happened?"
"We basically talked. . . .for three hours."
"Three hours?"
"Yep."
"What did you'll talk about?"
He dropped his pencil on the table, and sighed.
"What the hell can I draw?" he muttered.
He got up and walked towards his window. People were walking on sidewalks, all coming from school, work, the mall, the movie, the supermarket. People were coming from every destination on their way to another destination. The sun was setting in the west spilling the sky with colours of red, and orange. The wind blew gently hitting each leave that stood in its way. Antonio's eye was caught by one figure.
As soon as he turned off the lights, the phone rang.
Antonio reached over to pick up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey Artist boy." Simone whispered on the other end.
Executive Producer:
Dwight Barrett
Written by:
Kinda Of Obvious.
Directed by:
Pretty Obvious
Produced by:
If you can't figure this one out,
you might need just a tad
bit of help.
This has been an:
A Lonely Boy/now's Found
Someone/Confused/
psychotic/ neurotic/
okay shut up already
production.
Copyright 1998.