The Ex-Wife by Candice Dow

fallen.
    When the kiss ended, he looked into my eyes. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been ready to trust someone.”
    “Why do you trust me?”
    “Partially because of what Quentin has told me about you and more because of what you’ve shown me plus the conversations we’ve
     had.”
    “Quentin?”
    “Yeah,” he said, smiling. “Quentin had this in the works long before we met.”
    My neck snapped back. “Really?”
    “Yeah. When I was going through it and feeling like I would never get into a serious relationship again, Quentin said, ‘Man,
     when you get through with the bullshit, I want you to meet Ayana. She the one.’”
    I had known Quentin respected me but I hadn’t known he’d strategically set me up. How had he known we’d click the way we had?
     Then again, I believe the best relationships are when friends hook you up.
    “What do you think?” I asked.
    “I think Quentin was right. That’s why I’m standing here in your empty new home, begging you to give this a chance.”
    I looked in his eyes and nodded. I was impressed with his determination. If a man wants to be with a woman, nothing can stop
     him. He’ll do whatever is necessary to prove to her that he is sincere. I stood there, admiring his candor, and thought I’d
     be a fool not to give things a try.
    “And I owed it to you to be legit when I approached you this time. I didn’t expect us to hit it off like we did that night.
     When shit went down the next day, I was kicking myself, because even though I knew I was really close to the divorce, it still
     wasn’t final. Now that it is, if I have to be at your doorstep every day, then I will. That’s what it is, you feel me?”
    Cam smiled and traced my face with his hand and leaned in for another kiss. I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it out of his
     pants. I rubbed his chest through his wife beater. He pulled my blouse out of my skirt and began to unbutton it before taking
     it off and lifting my camisole. He unsnapped my bra and held my left breast like a bottle, stroking his tongue over my nipple,
     while twirling his finger over the other. My vagina was throbbing so hard, I thought it would tumble out of my panties. He
     lifted my skirt and yanked my stockings down. He lay his hand between my legs and stroked back and forth with his middle finger.
     It tingled and my eyelids fluttered. I brushed my lips back and forth across his chest while I unfastened his pants. His penis
     was hard and throbbing. Before his pants dropped, he pulled out his wallet and grabbed a condom. While he put the condom on,
     I took off the remainder of my clothes.
    He carried me to the steps leading up to the loft, because they were carpeted. He placed me about four steps up and stood
     on the landing. He spread my legs far apart and licked my vagina quickly, then put himself inside me for a few strokes, then
     he licked again and stroked again. He did the lick-plunge action a few times, sparking fireworks throughout my body. I screamed
     his name and begged him to stay inside me. Finally he obliged. My body relaxed as we flowed together. Peace and ecstasy combined
     to bring me pleasure. This time was much more passionate and enjoyable than the first, which says a lot, because the first
     time was wonderful, but surrounded by doubt. This time I was sure that Cam was a good guy, so sure that I wanted to explore
     his heart and his mind. I had no doubts that this would last longer than one night.

Yasmin
    T he day after Cam got what he wanted, he called me as if everything were going to go as planned. Caron meant the world to him
     and if I could stop him from spending time with Caron, I imagined he would feel compelled to come back home. When I answered,
     he said, “What’s up, Yasmin?”
    “You don’t care. Cut the bullshit. What do you want?”
    “I’m picking Caron up after school but I’m going to bring him to the shop because I have a showing.”
    I laughed. “I already have someone