It Is What It Is (Short Story) by Manswell Peterson Page A

travelling two hundred miles and hours headed to divorce court. Mykal would be damned if he was number three.
    “So, you’re not going to answer me?” Victoria asked as she slid around to the front of him and squatted before him as she continued to slowly stroke his veiny manhood.
    “Woman you know I can’t even remember my name when you’re handling my dick.” He groaned as he watched her work. 
    Victoria’s position revealed she wasn’t wearing panties beneath her short, form fitting black dress. Her pussy glistened with her juices and invited Mykal’s touch, he didn’t decline the invitation. His thick fingers slid along her tight wet slit before disappearing between the plump lips of her shaved mound.
    A snake like hiss escaped Victoria’s lips as Mykal’s slow hand pleasured her. Her big hazel eyes met his briefly before rolling to the back of her head like tiger eye marbles. Mykal smiled as he marveled how exceptionally beautiful Victoria was.
    Extraordinarily long, loosely curled blonde highlighted hair frame her attractive, tanned face. Big expressive, doe like eyes, thin, but seductive lips and a pointed, upturned nose blended seamlessly to create the face of this stunning white woman. Although she was almost forty, Victoria was well preserved and possessed a natural body that would make any twenty five year old woman run to the gym to step up their game.
    Sensational, perky full breast, a gift from her first husband and a perfect round onion booty, a gift from her second husband where put to shame by her rock hard six pac abs. Victoria worshipped her body like it was a shrine and she lived at the gym. Training with two of Miami’s best fitness trainers, Victoria refused to grow old gracefully. She was in peak health and easily mistaken to be in her mid- twenties.
    “Tell me you’re going to miss this.” She pleaded after licking the bead of pre-cum which had formed at the tip of Mykal’s throbbing manhood.
    Compassion for her plight touched Mykal. It was no secret that he was Victoria’s only real friend. He hated to leave her, but he had to go, destiny had wrapped a tight noose around his neck and was pulling him to Atlanta. Naturally, he’d miss her, they were good friends and phenomenal lovers.
    “Tori, you already know the answer to that question.” He sighed.
    “Maybe, but I need to hear the words from your mouth. I need to know for certain that I was more to you than warm pussy.”
    “Yes! Hell yes! I’m going to miss the hell out of you. We’ve shared some incredible times… Both in and out of bed. You’re my friend, and I’ll never forget you. It’s just that life has brought us to a fork in the road. I have to go one way and you have to go the other. Okay?”
    Victoria discreetly wiped away the lone tear that had quickly formed in the corner of her eye. She understood that Mykal was at a point in his life where he needed more than amazing sex to feel like a man. He was childless and he needed a wife and children to fill that massive void that had formed in his spirit. It hurt to realize that she was incapable of fulfilling that need for him. That ship had sailed for Victoria and she wasn’t trying to catch a ride on it anyway. She was done with marriage, two bad marriages were two too many.
    “Tori, please don’t.” Mykal begged as he caught her tearing up.
    “I can’t help it. I just know I’m going to be miserable without you and the thought of it breaks my heart.
    Mykal, had never once seen Victoria, or Tori as he called her cry. She was a strong, sophisticated, Pit-bull of a woman. He knew she was hurting and he knew why. Fortunately, he knew how to ease the pain for at least a few hours.
    He said not another word as he lifted her body from the floor and passionately kissed her. Their tongues wrestled for dominance as her legs wrapped around his torso. Grabbing her by her firm ass Mykal lifted her high until her wet pussy was level with his mouth. Like a ravenous