The Welcome Home Surprise Pt. 01

Lyla took another sip of wine and wiped her eyes. She's stopped crying awhile ago, but her eyes were still leaking a bit.

Sheena reached a hand over and put it on her leg. Lyle noticed the contrast between her friend's almond brown skin and the alabaster white of her own leg. "You all right, girl?" she asked.

Lyla pushed her blonde hair out of her face. "Yeah, I'm fine," she said. "This has been a big help. Really."

Sheena and Lyla had made short work of a bottle of wine and were making their way through a second. Two days, earlier, Lyla discovered her boyfriend had been cheating on her, and the fierce argument led to a breakup. Sheena was doing her best to cheer her friend up.

"What you need to do," she told Lyla, "is get right back up on that horse. Or, better yet, get someone hung like a horse right back up on you."

Lyla laughed and waved her hand dismissively.

"I'm serious," Sheena said. "Find yourself a man to make you forget whats-his-name for a night."

Lyla waved her hand again. "I don't even know where to look. I remember going through all the guys on those apps before. No thanks!"

"Widen your search," Sheena said. "You ever been with a brother? I'm serious. Come on over to our side."

Lyla laughed and felt herself blush. "I haven't," she said. "I mean, I'm not opposed to it. I just ... haven't."

"You don't know what you're missing," Sheena said. "Just because you look like Barbie doesn't mean you need to be with Ken. Give Kendall a try. Or better yet, Kendrick. A good Kendrick what make you forget all about that white boy."

Lyla laughed and finished her glass. "We'll see."

Both girls refilled their glasses and continued to discuss where Lyla could find a man. A short time later, they heard shuffling on the front porch.

Sheena looked up, surprised, then looked over at Lyla. "Oh," she said, a bit flustered. "What time is it? That must be Patrick."

Patrick was Sheena's fiancé. Lyla wasn't sure where he was from--Nigeria, she thought. She knew he worked in an office but wasn't sure exactly what he did, just that the pay was good.

The front door opened, and Sheena called to him, "We're in here, babe. I didn't realize how late it had gotten."

Patrick came around the corner. He was tall, at least 6'4", and had dark skin, far darker than Sheena's. She often teased him about being lighter than him. He was wearing a green button-up shirt and slightly darker green tie. A professional looking bag was over his shoulder.

"Hi honey," Sheena said and bounced off the couch to give him a quick kiss, standing on tiptoe to reach him. "You remember Lyla."

Patrick had not stopped staring at Lyla since he came in, seeming to look deep into her eyes. She wasn't sure what all the intensity was about, but Lyla felt something funny in the pit of her stomach.

"Hi," Lyla said, awkwardly, and Patrick's intense stare was replaced by a puzzled look.

"Why don't you go upstairs and change," Lyla said. "I'll see you in a minute."

Patrick turned and went up the stairs to the couple's bedroom. When they heard the door click shut, Sheena turned to Lyla, looking flustered.

"I'm so sorry," she said. "This is a little weird."

"Is everything all right," Lyla asked. "Should I leave."

"No, no, no. It's fine," Sheena said. "It's just ... This is going to probably sound weird. I don't know what other couples are like."

"It's okay."

Sheena took a deep breath. "Okay," she started. "Every day, when Patrick gets home from work, I ..." She left a long awkward pause before finishing. "I blow him."

Lyla grinned and tried not to laugh in surprise. "Every day?" she asked.

"It's kind of like, you know, he's had a hard day at work, earning money, and it's my job to welcome my man home."

Lyla stared at Sheena, trying to process the new information. A blowjob, every day.

"Some days I'll try to change things up," Sheena said. "To surprise him. I'll meet him at the door naked. Or I'll be hiding in the yard and jump into the car before he gets out and suck his dick right there in the driver's seat. One time, I dropped to my knees on the front porch and did it while cars were going by behind us."

Lyla continued to stare.

"Is that weird," Sheena asked. "It's weird, right?"

"No," Lyla said. "I mean, I don't think it's common, but ... not weird. It seems kind of hot, actually."

"It is kind of hot," Sheena said. "To know that's coming later on in the day. Some days, I'll start looking at the clock at like 2:00, saying, 'Come on. Hurry up.'"

"What if you have someplace to be and aren't here when he gets home?"

"Then we take care of it as soon as we're both here," Sheena said.

Lyla stared at her friend some more. "So ..."

Sheena said, "Yeah ... So I've got to take care of Patrick."

Lyla grabbed her bag. "Okay, well, I probably should be going anyway."

"No no no," Sheena said, putting her hand on Lyla's arm. "You don't have to go. This won't take long. Like five minutes." She looked up the stairs and back at Lyla. "Maybe ten. Then we can pick up where we left off. He'll be ready for a nap afterward anyway."

Lyla looked unsure.

Sheena gripped her arm tighter. "Please, I want you to stay. We're having a nice afternoon. Unfortunately, I need to go take care of something."

She took a few steps toward the stairs, then called over her shoulder, "I mean, you're welcome to join me, of course. Otherwise, I'll be right back."

Sheena bounced up the stairs, and Lyla heard the bedroom door click open again. She sat there, thinking about what just transpired. She thought about Patrick, driving home from work, knowing what he was heading toward. He must be hard as a rock on his drive, she thought and felt something funny in her stomach again.

Then she thought about him looking holes into her when he first saw her, with that intense, unbreaking stare.

What had Sheena said? She thought. 'Some days I'll try to change things up to surprise him.' He thought I was the surprise. He was staring at her thinking she was there to help Sheena with the blowjob. That was every guy's fantasy, right?

It wasn't intensity, she thought. It was desire. Pure lust. If he'd been rock hard driving home, it probably had started to throb when he saw me. She felt a feeling of desire run through her as she thought of Patrick's dick, hard and throbbing because of her.

And when she didn't respond to him being there, he was confused.

Poor guy, she thought. That must be a letdown.

Then she thought about what Lyla had said to her last.

You're welcome to join me, of course.

Did she mean it? Or would she be upset if Lyla just showed up in their bedroom. Then Lyla stopped herself.

Am I really considering this? she asked. Could she really bring herself to go upstairs and help give her friend's fiancé a blowjob? Could she put his dick ... His black dick, her brain added. his big black cock ... in her mouth with Sheena watching her?

Something else occurred to her. Sheena did this every day. She knew what time Patrick came home from work, and she'd invited her over in the middle of the afternoon. Had this been a plan? Sheena said she wanted Lyla to try a black man. Had she already picked him out for her?

Then she thought of one last thing--she hadn't heard a second click when Sheena went upstairs. The door clicked when it opened and she went in, but ... it had never clicked shut again.

Lyla slid off the couch and headed toward the stairs.