The
Escape
By
Delroy
“Nesta” Williams
What a day it was,
yesterday. Climbing Diablotin was a serious challenge and I was suddenly feeling
the after-effects. I needed a massage, if only I had taken Cassandra’s advice.
I just wasn’t in the mood for all that chit-chat and frankly, I was having
second thoughts about this relationship. I understood that she needed me now
more than ever but I couldn’t help but be a little bit perturbed by the
situation I had found myself in with her. To say I didn’t see that one coming
is the understatement of the century. What that had started off as a friendly,
flirtatious conversation during the lunch hour was bourgeoning into an affair
of wild proportions. And although I loved being with her, I wanted no part of
the repercussions and something told me I should stay far away.
But her needy voice and
the way she always made herself available to me was a little more than I could
fight. She would show up in the staff room just before my class every morning,
leaving me love notes; sending me messages on my phone all day long while I
taught. I had to delete them all as soon as I read them. My girlfriend was such
a detective that even the slightest text from a woman warranted an FBI-type
interrogation. Shana was on vacation now, thank God, those three weeks in
Antigua were my dream come true. Some peace and quiet for a change, but Shana
being Shana, she had found a way to trouble my mind from across the Caribbean
Sea. She called every day, sometimes six or seven times a day. She called my
cell phone, the house phone, even the school phone just to keep tabs on me.
That drove me crazy. She even had her evil sister spying on me, popping in at
my home at odd hours with strange requests for sugar, butter and so forth. Her
sister even adopted my car as her personal taxi getting me to drive her all
over Roseau since she was afraid to get her own license. Talk about Driving
Miss Daisy all over again.
With all that drama, the
two of them were still clueless about Cassandra. Cassandra had always seemed
the very happy type. She had been through a bitter divorce with her husband
Greg and won a huge sum. Greg was a cheater and Cassandra’s damning evidence
meant that she walked away from the divorce proceedings with the house, car,
alimony and child support. Cassandra had a ten year old daughter, Michelle, a
very beautiful child who was wise beyond her years. Well at least that’s what
Cassandra said, I had to stay clear of Michelle for our sake. It had been more
than five years since the divorce and Cassandra had moved on and was now dating
Xavier. Xavier was a banker at the National Bank of Dominica, one of their
chief executives and I think he valued his work a little too much for Cassandra’s
taste. She had mentioned how she felt like he only paraded her around to his
friends and colleagues at staff parties and other formal activities but he was
absent-minded during the rest of their relationship. His misstep was beginning
to clear the path that I would walk in.
I had been secretly
seeing Cassandra for a few weeks now but the guilt of the situation only bothered
me now that Shana was actually overseas. Strange but true, the cheating never
concerned me when Shana was lying in the same bed with me. I guess it was
because at that time she wasn’t calling on me every other minute to find out
where I was, who I was with or what I was doing. She actually called my cell
phone one time when I was right in the middle of caressing Cassandra’s breast
between my palms. That killed my mood right then and there much to the
dissatisfaction of Cassandra. It was like Shana was hovering over me at the
time, I could almost hear her judgmental tone, like she knew everything I was
doing and had just caught me in the act. I struggled to swallow the lump stuck
in the back of my throat to lie to her. I was hoping in time that the lying would
have gotten easier but it didn’t. I wasn’t a natural cheater; actually this was
the first time that I had cheated on Shana although she had accused me on many
an occasion. She even thought I fucked all those young girls in my class at the
Wesley High School.
So there I was laid
back on my bed, suffering from slight leg pains and cramps from my little
adventure of the day before and dying because I had no way of contacting
Cassandra. It was now May Day, a holiday in Dominica and this meant that
everywhere was closed, including the Glam, where I got my weekly massages. I
had foreseen this and made other arrangements with Cassandra for a full body,
nude massage encounter but then the unforeseen occurred. My blackberry phone
fell into a huge puddle of mud while trekking up the 4747 ft. tall mountain and
it refused to work after that. That phone was my life; it had all my contact
information in it. I had paid no attention to remembering Cassandra’s phone
numbers or anything like that; the blackberry was always my little black book
of secrets.
So here I was in
desperate need of a massage but with no way of contacting my friend. What would
I do? I could hardly even move. Cassandra would never call my home phone; I had
given her specific instruction never to do so. We had created a list of do’s
and don’ts and tried our utmost best to respect those lines so that our secret
rendez-vous would remain a clandestine activity with little or no risk,
whatsoever.
Oh but wait, I could
get in my car and just take a casual drive up to Castle Comfort, there would be
no harm in that if I just pass in front of her house, just to see if Xavier was
home or not. I hoped she would be there all alone, working in the front yard. I
jumped as fast as I could manage, out of the bed. It was almost mid day and I
was still in my boxer shorts and vests. Hiking had made me so lazy and tired. A
quick drop of mouthwash and water unto my face and I was out of the house. I
looked miserable but if Cassandra couldn’t accept me at my worst, she didn’t
deserve me at my best. I had a single-tracked mind at that time, I just wanted
to get to Castle Comfort and get her attention, explain to her why I hadn’t
been in contact like we had planned. Knowing her, she was probably cooking up
some dubious reasoning in the back of her mind, she was always the one to
extend the possibilities and think of some very strange things.
It took me a little of
five minutes to drive from Mahaut to Castle Comfort, thanks to Edward O.
Leblanc highway’s new road surface granted to Dominica by the Chinese
Government. Oh what a joy to speed across the tarmac with no potholes or
unusual bumps. I was driving and getting dressed at the same time, a possible
hazard but the streets were empty. I guess everybody had already made their way
to the beach.
Castle Comfort on the
other hand was a different story; the place had always been an enigma to me;
how could a place with such huge, exquisite houses have such poor roads?
I parked a few lanes down
from Cassandra’s house, making my way through a track that she had shown me,
always looking around for the idle onlooker but still striding through with a
confidence like I had owned the place. If you look like you know what you’re
doing or where you’re going, people will not question your motives or so I was
told.
It looked like no one
was home, there were no cars in the driveway, no music playing and the
television wasn’t on. I still decided to step into the porch, shifting the left
flower pot to retrieve the keys for the front door. Cassandra had mentioned
that she kept it there and had told me that I could always use it when I
wanted. I felt like I was at liberty to access her whole world, the level of
trust that she had in me. I guess she really was fond of me and all because I
spent a few hours showering her with kind words. There really isn’t a value to
treating somebody with love. I was starting to get a little annoyed by her
though, that constant need for my attention was becoming too much to handle. I also
had a girlfriend and a life of my own and it seemed like Cassandra wanted to go
against our arrangement. It had developed from casual encounters to an almost
every day rendez-vous, which was dangerous enough because I personally knew
Xavier but even more so because he considered me a friend.
All these thoughts
troubled my mind as I turned the door knob to enter into the living room. I
would swear this was the first time that I entered the house, although I had
been there so many times, even before our secret encounters. She changed the
furniture so often that it felt like I was at a new address every time I
stepped within the walls of the house. I guess that’s what you do when you get
bored with yourself; that and our engagements, off course.
She had asked me once
if I had thought of her as a cougar and I had quickly deflected that question
but it seemed pretty accurate right about now. I was now walking all over the
house, looking for Cassandra, tip-toeing my way through the kitchen, living
room and still nothing. The only place left to explore was upstairs; the
bedrooms and study. She had new paintings on the walls, I could almost smell
the freshness of the batiks. She was a lover of art work; almost every wall of
the house had some painting or statue hanging on it. It felt like living in a
maze at times. I could now hear faint voices coming from the television.
Someone was home. As I opened the bedroom, slowly enough, just in case
Cassandra wasn’t alone, I received a knock right across my lower back.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh,”
I screamed out in pain but to no avail. I probably received two of three other
blows while on the floor.
“Stop,
stop, stop!” I begged, “it’s me, Mario!”
“Mario?
Mario, what are you doing here? you frightened me!” Cassandra screamed out.
“I
came for the massage,” I responded
“Why
didn’t you call first?” She asked as she helped me off the rug.
“Because
my phone is of no use to me right now; the damn thing refuses to work!”
“We
have a rule, no unexpected visits. How was I suppose to know it was you? I
thought it was a thief or even worst, a rapist,” she retorted.
And then we both
exploded into laughter, seeing the funny side of the situation.
“My back really hurts though,” I sighed.
“I’m sorry baby, I will make it better for you but that’s
what you get for trying to surprise me. We’ve agreed about no surprise visits.
I hope you don’t hold it against me,”
“Not too much!”
“It didn’t hurt that bad, did it?” she whispered, biting
the tip of my ear.
“Yes, I felt it all over my body,” I responded with a
soft hiss.
“Awww, poor baby, I will make it all better,” she
reinforced as she led me further into the bedroom.
“Aren’t you going to close the door?” I asked.
“I’m the only one home!” Cassandra replied with a cheeky
smile.
The situation was
getting better by the minute. I tried not to focus too much on my back.
Cassandra must have been a cricketer in her past life; she swung that bat with
some force. The West Indies team needs to give her a call up soon.
She gently pushed me
unto the queen-sized bed; the white comforter that lined the four corners
gently enveloped me, feelings like feathers against my skin. I would stay in
between those sheets for hours, if only I could but the nature of our
relationship prevented these comforts from going beyond an hour or two.
“Where’s Xavier?” I asked, wanting to be sure that the
coast was clear for what was about to transpire.
“He said he would come over tonight but I haven’t heard
anything from him,” she responded, “so I really don’t know and I don’t care.”
“So he could be on his way here right now,”
“Maybe, I don’t know, he hasn’t called or anything since
morning,”
“Are you mad? I can’t stay then, I need to go!”
“But why? He isn’t going to come over, he always makes
this promises and then never shows up… besides I’m horny and I’m about to blow
up, I need you Mario, I need you!” she pleased, the look in her eye more
desperate than I had seen her since our very first encounter.
“No, Cassandra, I can’t stay, this could blow up in our
faces and I don’t want that. We have to play it safe,” I declared firmly.
As I got up to leave
the house, Cassandra ran to the door, in a move of assertiveness or desperation
- I can’t recall too clearly - and just locked it, refusing to let me pass. She
continued to push me teasingly.
“Where are you going?” she whispered, with a very sly
smile across her face. Her boney cheeks and super white teeth now glistening in
the dim light of the bedroom.
“I have to go, it’s getting late and you know I don’t
like to leave your home so late in case the neighbours are still awake,” I
said, trying to think of a quick excuse.
“Fuck the neighbours!” she replied staunchly to my
surprise.
“What about Xavier?” I desperately reminded her. He could
be on his way over here, looking for a way out of the house.
“Let him walk in on us, I could care less, he doesn’t
want me anyway,”
“Are you mad, he is my friend, that would just kill him,”
I countered with such ease that it even troubled my mind that I could consider
using the word friend under such circumstances. I guess Cassandra sensed my
hesitancy and moment of weakness but she chose to use it as a moment to pounce on
me, pushing me back unto the bed. Before I know it, she was all over me,
ripping my t-shirt from my chest, her tongue all the way down my throat. She
was being assertive and I loved it, her nails now entering the flesh of my back
and chest, sending heat waves all over my body. My chest hairs were now
standing at attention. I wanted her and I could no longer pretend. In one quick
swoop, I turned her over which seemed to surprised her as she laughed out. She
was enjoying it.
“You’re mine now!” I grinned as I now knelt over her, on
all fours, my two hands holding her down and my legs pinning hers to the bed.
“I can’t move!” she muttered.
“You don’t need too baby, just let me do my thing,” I
replied into her left ear as I softly massaged it with my tongue. She squirmed.
I knew she loved the personal attention, she craved it. I could feel her waist
gyrating under me, I had her under my spell and it felt good. Slowly I made my
way down her neck, leaving soft kisses and tender bites every few spots. Her
skin was so soft. I could still smell the cocoa butter lotion on her skin. I
loved that she took time off to pamper herself. She smelled heavenly; I could
get lost and not worry at all about being found. One button after another I
removed her pink top to reveal those perfect, perky breasts. I wondered how
they remained so well-shaped. They reminded me of my teenage conquests, just
standing erect to salute my starving mouth. She had the bests of beauty spots,
just next to her left nipple. That was my favourite area, like a red velvet
cake - dessert after the main course – just mouth-watering. By now, I could
feel a warmth from between her thighs, a wet warmth so inviting that I was
having trouble concentrating on the task at hand. Her hands were now firmly
placed on the back of my neck as I made my way slowly downwards from her
breasts, now massaging her navel with my tongue. Cassandra was one of those
ladies that managed to keep her figure in tact despite having a child. Any man
would have been pleased to be making love to her and tonight, she was all mines.
Her body was responding to my every touch, even when I whistled against her
skin, she wiggled with joy. The look in her eye was so intense; the small
wrinkles at the corner of her eye seemed to suddenly disappear. The joy of
love-making was awakening her youth right before my eyes; or was she stealing
mine?
Suddenly, the mood just
changed as a chill hovered over us.
“Xavier!” she screamed, jumping off me.
“Xavier?’ I asked, confused as to why she was calling me
by his name.
“Yes Xavier, he’s here! I just heard him pull up in the
drive way,”
“Oh shit, fuck me!”
“No, not fuck you… he’s going to kill you!”
“I need to hide, I need to hide!” I panicked.
“Hurry, hurry, in the bathroom,”
“No, no, he might come in there! What if he wants to pee?”
“Where then?” She asked.
“Under the bed,”
“Under the bed? Yes, yes, that could work! Just don’t say
a word or move a muscle,”
Before she could even finish
her sentence I had already crawled under the bed, being as still as possible. She
was busy collecting my clothes, shoving them under the bed. I balled them up
and made a small pillow to rest my head as something told me this was going to
be a long night, longer than I had ever anticipated. The tiles were very cold
against my bare skin and I started trembling. I wish she would have turned off
the air conditioning.
I could hear the two of
them, Xavier and her, in deep conversation and then nothing, total silence. I
stayed as still as I could, listening for any sounds, footsteps… the most
sudden of actions so I could bolt from my hiding place and run out for rescue. But
I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this. Almost on instinct my mouth opened and I
began praying, quietly off course:
Dear Father,
I know I am not right
in your eyes and I know that this event is my fault.
Father I should have
listened to my conscience, I should have listened when you spoke.
But I promise Father,
if you get me out of this situation that I will break of all ties with this
woman.
I will love my
girlfriend with all my heart and never cheat again.
This woman had me blind
but now I see the light, now I see what I must do…
As I was preparing to
say Amen, I felt this knock against my back. I was sure I was caught in the
act. Turning around as slowly as I could but also with the intention of
flinging my feet just in case it was Xavier.
“It’s
me, hold on to your shoes. Xavier is watching football on the TV. Knowing him,
he should soon fall asleep, get ready for us to leave,”
“Us?”
I thought.
“Yes,
I am coming too, I told him I had to visit a friend in Loubiere to drop off
some money,”
“And
he believed you?’ I whispered.
“Yes,
he believes everything I tell him… now be quiet and wait a short while,”
After about fifteen
minutes of thanking God and making the biggest of promises, Cassandra returned.
“Time for us to go, he is asleep, already snoring too,
hurry up,”
She didn’t have to tell
me twice. I rushed out from under the bed, even knocking my head against its
leg.
“Ouch,” I cried out.
“Quiet, you don’t want to wake him up now, do you?”
“Not at all,” I responded as I scrambled to my leg”
I slipped on my pants
and vest and I was out of the room. I wasn’t even going to put on my shoes.
There was no time for that. I tip-toed down the staircase even if I could hear
Xavier’s snoring from the living room.
“How did she manage to get any sleep with him in the bed?”
I thought. She must have a lot of air plugs. As I walked through the living
room I had this sudden urge take over me. I stopped directly in front of Xavier,
let out a low grin and put my tongue out. Just for a quick second, before I
opened the door and exited the house.
“Baby, I’m going to Loubiere to drop off the money for
Lisa,” I heard Cassandra say to Xavier.
“I think I am going upstairs, I’m tired!’ he responded.
“Damn
fool,” I thought, still hoping that he wouldn’t take a look through the window.
I was safely tucked into the back seat of Cassandra’s Harrier by that time
though. He would need better than 20/20 vision to see through those tinted
glasses. She came in a few moments after and started the ride.
“Are
we safe?” I asked.
“Yes
we are, that was close,” she exhaled. I exhaled too, for the first time in my
recent past. I don’t think I will ever want to relive that.
“So
where are we going now?” she asked.
“I’m
going home, my car is parked a few lanes down,”
“Home?
No! You’re coming with me!” she responded; simultaneously pressing the gas
pedal as we sped away from Castle Comfort. We did make our way to Loubiere but
it wasn’t our final destination. She was being awfully quiet, her demeanour a
little too serious even, given what had just happened a few minutes ago.
“What
are you up to? Where are you taking me?”
“Just
be quiet and keep an open mind. I have always wanted to do this!”
“Do
what”
“You
will see. Tonight is the perfect night!”
And with that, I
stopped all the fussing. I just sat back as she climbed up the back street in
Pointe Michel making her way through Porée. The village was unusually quiet for
a holiday. I guess everyone was still making their way back from the beach. I
hadn’t noticed before but the moon was very bright, I could make out almost
everything on the street as we passed. Cassandra made a sudden stop by the
village council’s office and the continued unto the playing field. Normally, I
would never support anyone driving unto the grass but I had decided to play the
wait and see game. Cassandra had now come to a stop in the centre of the
football field, directly above a patch used for cricket.
Apart from the absence
of people, the field was alive with activity. The crickets were all chirping at
the moon and we could see moths and other insects playing in the grass. Those
were the wonders of a bright, full moon.
“What are we doing here?” I asked with this nervous
excitement.
“Just be quiet! You were in charge earlier, now it is my
turn,’ Cassandra replied. I liked the assertiveness, it stimulated me.
She started to remove
my vest, kissing my chest and pulling against my hairs. I don’t know which was
more erotic, the fact that she was taking control or that we were doing this in
the open. It was in plain view of everybody, although there was nobody present.
She bit my neck.
“Remember, no biting!” I said.
“Oh shut up!” she replied, “just be quiet and let me do
what I want. I’m sick and tired of all these rules, all these restrictions.”
“What
caused this volcano to erupt?” I thought, but too startled to say anything out
loud.
She continued to bite
and scratch my chest, holding me firmly down into the front seat of the car
with her legs. She had managed to find enough space to ride me and I was
feeling like a slave, the submissive who just obeyed every command. This was
all new to me and it wasn’t easy for me to just sit there and let her have her
way with me. Every time I raised my hands to place it on her skin or even touch
her face, she slapped me, harder with every blow. They were beginning to hurt
so I closed my eyes, hoping that she would get tired but this new role seemed
to enthuse her with so much energy. Cassandra was having the time of her life.
“Where
was she hiding all of this sensation these past couple months?” I questioned.
We have had our private sessions but nothing as energetic or overpowering as
what I was undergoing. She seemed so into it. By now, there was a slight
drizzle outside so we pulled up the windows and the SUV’s air condition cooled
down our temperature just a bit. Cassandra seemed to revel in that ambiance, a
huge glow on her face as she continued to impress me. We were both totally
naked and she curled up into a ball just in front of me, as I sat expectantly on
the passenger side.
“I
know what you want,” she said coyly.
“Well
baby, give it to me,” I murmured, not wanting to spoil the mood or sound too
desperate.
“Patience
is a virtue,”
“I’ve
been a good boy,”
“I
know, and you deserve a reward,”
“Yes I do,” I responded with some finality as I closed my
eyes. Cassandra leaned in closer to me, her face a few inches from my waist. The
moment had arrived. She had been so very shy and unwilling to give blowjobs
before. In fact, she had never given me one. I was the one who had been
servicing her all this time. She had mentioned her fear of throwing up but I told
her she could have practiced with a cucumber. All these months of promising me fellatio
and the moment had arrived. And what a night it was, after a near encounter
with Xavier to now being alone in the middle of a football field, with just the
full moon and light rain as company. And suddenly…
The window of the
Harrier caved in, with broken glass crashing all over me. The car alarm went
haywire.
“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!” screamed Cassandra.
“What the fuck!” I shouted out as I tried to duck out of
the way.
“Mario, Mario, get the fuck out of this car!” this all too
familiar voice shrieked. “What the fuck is going on here?”
As I turned around to
see Shana, this bright flashlight blinded me. I covered my eyes to shield
myself from the rays. There was another female figure there next to her but I couldn’t
make out the person. I tried to make sense of it all. I could still hear
Cassandra, who by now had scrambled unto the back seat, screaming away. Shana
had returned early from Antigua and had been following me all this time.
“What are you doing back in Dominica?” I asked, trying to
deflect the situation.
“No, no, no, let me ask the questions!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, baby, I made a mistake” I continued,
still holding up my hand in the air, begging for forgiveness.
“You’re
hiding your face?” Shana kept bawling out, with a bat pointed towards me.
“Put down the bat so I can explain” I pleaded, “please
put down the bat, baby.”
“No, no, no, just talk and don’t baby me at all!”
“Okay,
okay, I can explain, I can explain!” I replied, still trying to buy some time.
The
End.
