Last time on Illicit Obsessions . . .

"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?"

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 breast, gently touching her nipple.

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 and continued stimulating her. It was as if he was construction worker who not stop until he heard the five o'clock whistle.

Simone's legs began to quiver as she flung around the young man's back and locked them. The young man began to move down further.

Simone stop, and lifted his head towards her face. "Antonio fuck me. Fuck me hard!"

Chapter Eight:

How couldn't one tell it was Monday? Waking up early, and facing another agony work week.

But for some strange reason Antonio wasn't feeling this. He walked into the office front lobby with enough energy to irradiate everything that passed him.

Lisa looked up from her computer screen and stared oddly at Antonio.

"Good morning." Antonio replied as he passed by her and waved to her.

"Good morning. Gee, did we get lucky last night?"

"Don't be ridiculous. I just feel good, that's all."

"That's just it. You never this happy, especially on a Monday."

"Do I really look that happy?" Antonio asked as he stopped and walked over to Lisa's desk.

"Uh, yeah. You're really happy. Why? You had sex last night didn't you?":

"No!"

"Then why are you so happy-happy joy-joy?"

"I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"Lisa, stop your foolishness. I just feel refresh this morning that's it." Antonio said as he began his way to the elevator. "See you later."

"Yeah, later." Lisa said. She then turned back to her screen. "He had got lucky last night." She said as returned back to her work.

Just as the doors of the elevator closed with Antonio inside, Greg walked in.

Lisa got up from her desk and walked towards Greg. "Okay, who did Antonio sleep with last night?"

Greg gave Lisa a puzzled look. "Come again?"

"Tony slept with someone last night didn't he?"

"No. Well I don't think so. Why? Is like happy or something?"

"Yes. He came in the office and he looked so energetic."

Greg began scratching his temple. "Wow. And today's Monday."

Lisa nodded in agreement.

"I'll go talk to him." Greg said as he began walking towards the elevator.

"Yeah, we'll talk to him. " Lisa said as she began following Greg.

Greg took a halt which caused Lisa to bump into his back. "Who's we?"

"You and I. Antonio is my friend you know."

"Yeah, only when there's gossip about him." Greg said as he beckoned her back to her desk..

"Hold up. I don't gossip. Besides, you're the one who tells me stuff about him."

"Which you spread throughout the whole gallery."

"Whatever Greg."

"Anyhow, I'm gonna talk to him, ALONE. If there's any messages for me, or for him, you know what to do." Greg said as he turned towards the elevator.

"Yes your highness." Lisa commented.

Greg knocked on the door.

"Come in." yelled Antonio from within.

Greg entered in slowly. Antonio was busy at his desk working on some files.

He looked up at Greg. "What's up Greg?"

"Nothing," Greg replied, "What's up with you?"

"Nothing much." Antonio replied.

Greg stared at him. "Yeah, right."

"What do you mean yeah right? Don't you believe me?"

"Tony, I've known you since we were 12. Something happened last night. What did you do last night?"

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?"

"Pretty much everything."

"Including sex?"

"Kinda."

Greg got comfortable in the chair that was in front of Antonio's desk. Antonio sat behind his desk.

"So what's her profile?" Greg asked.

Antonio took one deep breath. "Greg, how old am I?"

"24. Why do you ask?"

"How old do you think Simone is?"

"I don't know, 30? 31? 32?

"Try 42."

"WHAT?"

"I'm not joking."

"Simone Jackson is 42 years old?"

"Yep."

"But that's like a 18 year old gap."

"I know,"

"And you 're fine with this."

"Yeah. I think."

"Holy shit! I don't believe this! 42 years old!"

"Greg, I swear to god, don't tell anybody, not even Larry."

"Tony, I don't know what to say but . . . .you're the man!!"

"Greg, shut up."

"Come on Tony, how many 24 year old black guys do you know who go out with 42 year old black rich women?"

"Greg, stop your bullshit."

"I don't believe this."

"You're not helping me out here."

"What the hell is to help out here? You are now living in the ultimate fantasy that every young guy out there is living. You're dealing with an older women."

"And why is that such an ultimate fantasy?"

"Don't watch the Discovery Channel or TLC? When a women reaches her forties, she becomes really horny. Her sex drive is just as high as horny teenage boy. You're 24 years old, and she's 42. That's basically two trains running into each other."

Antonio paused at that thought.

"Tony, if you have sex with this women, you'll have the most wild time of your life. She'll ride you out! God, why couldn't this be me?"

"You know, she was kinda of cocky."

"How?"

"She would kinda of make comments that we're kinda like sexual."

"Like kinda of sexual?" repeated Greg.

"But Greg, the weird thing about this, that I enjoyed talking with her."

"And?" Greg persisted.

"And I don't know if . .maybe . . . I'm might wanna take her out."

"Aren't you already?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you forgetting Friday?"

"I'm not going out with her, she invited me."

Greg looked at Antonio oddly. "Yeah right."

Antonio got home quite early that evening. With all his energy he for some strange reason acquired, he had completed all the work for the day. He dropped his brief case on the table and went upstairs to his bedroom to change. On his way, he checked his machine.

First Call:

"Mr. Antonio Madison? Hello my name is Maxwell Teak and I'm interested in some of your paintings. My phone number is 342-9863. Please call me back. Thank you.

Antonio sat on his bed and taking off his socks and the second call came on.

Second Call:

"Yeah, it's Greg. Mr. Hill wants to know when you'll have the next painting completed. I know, I know, he's an asshole. However, the man wants to know. Ring me later. Later."

Antonio came downstairs with a paint stained shirt and track pants. As he began to walk towards the corner where his easel and paint pallette stood the third message came on.

Third Call:

"Hey artist boy it's me. And how is my talented boy doing today? Just called to say how are you. I'll hear from you tonight. Bye."

Antonio began to smile. He grabbed his easel and pallette and centred it in the middle of his apartment. He grabbed his utensils and stool and sat in front of his canvas. He continued to look at the same blank canvas he had a couple of nights ago. He then picked up his pencil and began outlining an abstract image.

He then stopped.

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, or 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. A young boy was outside playing marbles with his friends on the sidewalk, but he was looking at something else. Down the street was a girl who was bit older than him who was talking with her friends. They were laughing and chatting away. The young boy continued looking at the girl, when the girl turned around to his direction.

He quickly turned his head.

"Who you looking at?" asked one his friends.

"Oh nothing." said the little boy.

"Andrew was looking at Suzanne." said one his friends.

"I was not!" protested Andrew.

"Was too. You have a crush on Suzanne!"

"Shut up, dirt bag!"

Meanwhile, one of Suzanne's friend tap Suzanne on her shoulder.

"You know Suzanne, Andrew likes you."

"Please, your brother is only 12 years old. What I am going to do with a 12 year old?"

"Tell me about it," said one of the other friends. "A fourteen year old blossoming girl, going out with a immature 12 year old. Silly!"

Suzanne turned her head just in time to see Andrew staring at her. Andrew quickly turned his head.

"I don't believe this, Andrew has crush on you." said one of Suzanne's friend.

"Cathy, he does not," Suzanne said. "And even if he does, I'm not going out with him. Ewww! He's a kid. What am I going to with a little kid?"

"Knock it off." said one of the other friends. "He likes you, so what?"

"Of course that's come from someone who hasn't had their period yet." snapped Cathy.

"Shut up Cathy, I least I didn't get an F in math twice."

Cathy didn't say anything.

"I don't like Suzanne." Andrew said.

"So why do you keep staring at her?"

"I'm not!"

"Are too."

"Geoffrey shut up!"

"Yes you do, and I am going over there to tell her right now."

"Geoff if you do that, I'll tell everybody that you still watch Sailor Moon."

Geoffrey ignored what Andrew said and took off running towards the girls.

"Isn't that Geoff running towards us?" Cathy asked.

"What does he want?" Suzanne asked.

Geoffrey came up to them.

"I have a secret, I have a secret." Geoffrey began.

"What?" Cathy asked.

Andrew with the rest of his friends began running towards them.

"Andrew has crush on Suzanne, and he wants to go out with you."

"Ahhhhhh!" went everybody. "Andrew likes Suzanne!"

Andrew came in time to hear them chant.

"Geoff's lying."

"So you like Suzanne, and you want to take her out?" Cathy began.

"No I don't." Andrew began.

"Somebody's sleeping in my bed, my bed. ." someone began singing.

Everybody began laughing.

"I don't want to sleep with Andrew." Suzanne said.

"Can we get kinky tonight, got so many things on my mind, I want to you hold and squeeze me tight. . . " someone else began singing.

Everybody laughed.

Andrew felt embarrassed. So did Suzanne.

"Can we talk for a minute, I just want to know your name." Someone else again began singing.

Everybody again laughed.

Someone began shouting from down the street. "Billy, time to go inside."

"Bye, guys." said Billy as he began to run down the street.

"Bye," everybody said. Everybody, except Suzanne and Andrew.

"Cathy," someone shouted. "Let's go, mom's calling us to inside."

"Got to go. See you tomorrow."

"Bye," everyone began. She then turned to Suzanne and Andrew. "Bye lover boy and lover girl."

"Shut up!" Andrew and Suzanne said together. Everybody began to leave as their parents continued to call their names.

Geoff, Suzanne, Andrew and his sister were the only ones left.

"Andrew, I can't like you, because you're too young for me."

"And you're ugly." Geoff said.

"Shut up,Geoff! At least he doesn't still pee his pants." Andrew sister's defended.

Geoff face turned red.

Suzanne looked at Geoff. "That's so gross."

She then turned back to Andrew. "Andrew do you understand?"

"Yeah." Andrew said.

Andrew's sister gave a smile to Suzanne.

"Andrew we better leave, before mom starts calling us." Andrew's sister said.

"Okay Christine."

"Bye, see you in school Suzanne." Christine said as she began to walk the opposite direction.

"Bye." Suzanne said.

Andrew turned around. "Bye Suzanne."

Suzanne turned around and smiled. "Bye, Andrew."

In less then 30 seconds, the street was empty with kids and sky began to turn a navy blue.

Antonio stood their in front of his window watching the whole time.

He began scratching his temple. His eyebrows rose and he quickly turned around back to his empty canvas. Antonio quickly picked up his pencil and began sketching.

His hand would not stop. He kept sketching transforming the sketch lines and curves into an image. Antonio felt mesmerized by his hand could not stop. He then picked up his palette and began mixing in some paint in it. He grasped onto his paint brush, dipped his brush into the mixed paint and began brushing it against the canvas. The canvas began to transform from was white, plain, empty background to a vibrant, colourful, vivid images. Shades of navy blue blanket the top half of the canvas, while accents of red, brown and yellow filled the middle.

Hours past, and Antonio continued to labour on his artwork. The images became more vivid, clear and crisp as the image of a young boy emerged holding a rose in his hand.

Antonio looked at the clock on the wall.

One minute to midnight.

Antonio let out a big yawn and stared at his yet another masterpiece. The canvas was transformed into a scenery. The sun set well into the west as the sky began to get dark. A playground was in the background but it was empty. In the middle stood a young boy with a rose in his hand giving it to an older girl in who was giving him a kiss on the cheek. He has a smile on his face as he began to blush. The young man wore a yellow shirt, blue shorts, and black shoes with his laces undone. The girl wore an navy blue overalls with a black T-shirt.

Antonio paused at his painting one more time. He then turned off the lights went upstairs and went into to bed.

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.

"Well, well, well. Isn't Simone. And how are we doing tonight?"

"Fine and yourself."

"I'm doing okay."

"I thought about you last night."

"Really?"

"Yeah. In fact, I had a dream about you."

"And what was that dream?" Antonio asked as rose up from his bed.

"Me and you having a great time." Simone purred.

"Uh, doing what?"

There was a pause on the other end. "We had dinner." Simone felt uneasy telling Antonio the truth, hypocritical as that seemed. "So what did we do today?"

Antonio let out a big yawn. "I had just finished a painting."

"From the sound of your voice, I guess you worked hard."

"Pretty much."

"I guess I should let you go."

"Not really. I guess I can stay up for another 30 minutes."

"That's it?"

"What do you mean, that's it?"

"I expected you to say a couple of hours."

"A man needs his rest."

"And a woman needs her man." Simone purred.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing? You just said something."

"Then if knew I said something, than why are you asking if I said something?"

"You said something directed towards me and I didn't hear you."

"Well I'm not gonna repeat it. Tough luck."

"Your some woman." Antonio said as he moved his hand behind his head.

"And your some man." Simone said. Simone was lying on her king size bed. Her black neglegie blended in with her skin. Her nails were painted a crimson red, as she layed there flipping through a magazine.

Antonio was sure he just heard Simone's comment, but decided not to say a thing.

Once again the two began talking up a storm, and once again the minutes of their conversation transformed into hours.

Antonio looked at his clock radio.

"You know Simone, you are very possessive."

"You just figured that out?" Simone asked jokingly.

"Look at the time Simone."

There was a pause on the other end.

"Oh Antonio, I am so sorry."

"Three hours. . again."

"Well you are very interesting person to talk to." Simone exclaimed.

"And vice versa," Antonio said while he yawned. He began to look at his clock radio. "Simone I really gotta go to bed. I got to work in the morning."

"Fine," Simone said, "Remember Friday."

"Yes, Simone. I'll remember Friday. How can I forget? You've been reminded me for how many days now."

"It's good not to forget." Simone said.

"But is also bad to nag." Antonio said.

"Excuse me. Antonio Madison, you did not just say I nag."

Antonio swallowed really hard. "Uh . . no . . . no . . I didn't."

"I thought so." Simone said. "I'll let you go now."

"Yes master." Antonio said jokingly.

"Make that . . mistress." Simone corrected him.

Antonio smiled at the other end.

Next time on Illicit Obsessions . . . . . . .

Greg began dabbing aftershave on his face. "Antonio, I can't wait to go to this party."

"I'm so glad you could make it Antonio." Simone said. Antonio stared at her mesmorized on what she had on. Her dress snugged on every curve on her body. Antonio felt inhibited to say something.

"Antonio . . . Antonio!" Greg said through his teeth. "You're doing it again!"

"Thanks for inviting me at your party." Antonio said as the two of them walked along side of the pool.

Simone then stopped. "Antonio, there is something that I've always wanted to but I was so afraid to."

Antonio gulped hard. "What?"

Simone took Antonio's hand into her and drew herself close to him. Their eyes were in contact with each other. "Would I be bad if I were to this ." . . . . . . . . .

Executive Producer:

Dwight Barrett

Written by:

Kinda Of Obvious.

Directed by:

Pretty Obvious

Produced by:

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