The Wandering Caravan
at least the important things. But if it’s that important to you, I won’t bring it up again.”
    “About time…”
    “Baby.”
    She looked into my eyes.
    “I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”
    Monnique squirmed slightly under my stare, having nowhere to go. “Okay.”
    “So, we’re okay?”
    “Yeah.”
    I grabbed her underwear and pulled them off. “Good. Because we haven’t made love in five days and I’m about to explode.”
    She parted her legs then pulled me into her. We weren’t slow like we usually were. We were both desperate for each other. Monnique was a very sexual person, just as much as I was, and if she didn’t get her way, she was grouchy.
    I moved into her hard and fast right in the beginning. She and I clung to each other as we tried to stay quiet. I’m sure everyone else in the house was doing the same thing, but I still stayed courteous.
    Besides Monnique, Scarlet was the only other woman I didn’t wear a condom with. I felt guilty for having that experience with anyone besides Monnique, who I was actually in a relationship with. Even though I was in love with Scarlet at the time, I still felt bad. And I felt worse knowing I had a girlfriend. As soon as Scarlet entered my life, the world shifted. When she got back together with Sean, I forced myself not to think about her. Then I saw Monnique, and she blew my mind. I was drawn to her like the flowers to the sun. I could never get enough of her.
    Monnique was kinky so the sex was always unbelievable. But I enjoyed making love to her more than anything. Her thighs squeezed around my hips as she grabbed my shoulders and rocked into me from below. She didn’t care about being quiet, so I had to stifle her moans with my mouth and make sure the bed didn’t make too much noise.
    She was always loud when she came, so as soon as the orgasm started, I slipped my tongue into her mouth so nothing would come out. She tightened around me as the pleasure stretched, and when she was done, I let myself go.
    I loved coming inside her. It was the best feeling, knowing a part of me was being deposited inside her. She really was mine.
    After we were finished, we cuddled. It was the first time we had been close for the past five days. I was grateful to have her in my arms again. I never wanted her to leave. I was even more desperate to know her past, but she seemed firm in keeping it a secret. I realized I would have to let it go.
     
    We drove to the city the next morning to look at a few apartments. The Ferrari only had two seats, so it was just Monnique and I. Scarlet and Sean were unpacking their belongings and making their mansion into a home. Ryan and Janice were helping. That gave she and I some alone time.
    I loved driving Sean’s car. It was a speed machine. We left the top down so the wind flew through our hair. Monnique wore a dress and it billowed around her in the car. She smiled while she stared at the scenery.
    I turned to her while I was driving on the straight road. I marveled at her beauty for a moment, watching the sun kiss her dark skin. She was the single most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I only wish I could take a picture of her. But if I did, we’d probably crash.
    I turned down a side road then pulled over. I hadn’t see n a car for the entire drive so I knew we were safe.
    “Babe, what are you doing?” Monnique asked.
    “Fucking you.”
    Her eyes widened. “It’s in the middle of the day.”
    I unbuckled my safety belt and pulled her into my lap. “I don’t give a shit. No one is around.”
    She resisted for a moment until I was inside her. Then she stopped protesting. I fucked her hard from below. She was tight and wet, and it didn’t take us long to find our mutual bliss. When she pulled me out, we both saw a cop on a motorcycle drive by. He pulled in front of the car.
    Shit.
    Monnique moved to her seat and fixed her hair. Then she gave me a look of hatred.
    I couldn ’t help but smile. I shrugged my shoulders.

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