FORBIDDEN FRUIT
By
Candy Caine
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ISBN #978-0-9835953-1-1
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FORBIDDEN FRUIT
I guess I could say that I’ve loved Darryl Simmons ever since he first moved into my neighborhood and enrolled at Maple Avenue Elementary School. He was seven and I was six, but he ended up in my class and sat next to me. We were practically in every class together and became friends. By the time we were both in junior high, and I had just discovered that girls were supposed to like boys and not beat on them, we became boyfriend and girlfriend. We were still going together by the time we finished high school. Darryl was the only guy I ever dated. Tall, handsome, and strong with beautiful soft-brown eyes, he’d grown into a hunk, so who could want more? It was assumed by everyone that we’d get married one day. And that was all I ever thought I wanted. You can’t imagine how many times I wrote the name Melissa Simmons.
I didn’t have any real close girlfriends since I spent most of my time with Darryl. With him I shared all my dreams and deepest thoughts, until I graduated from high school and landed a job at the law firm of Wendell, Jones and Smith where I met Angela Hardy, who became a sister and the close girlfriend I never had.
The day I began my new job was also my entry into the real world after having lived in a sheltered cocoon most of my life where my parents had provided me with everything I ever needed. With this job, I began to venture out having to drive downtown to where the law office was located. I felt as if I could finally spread my wings and grow.
“Welcome to our law firm, Melissa,” John Wendell, the partner who hired me, said as he greeted me.
“Thank you.”
“I’m certain you’ll be happy here.”
And why wouldn’t I? The place was a huge, modern designed, six-floor glass building downtown, a block from the courthouse. Every floor was tastefully decorated with rich, paneled walls covered with framed artwork that could have come from museums, sleek attractive-looking furniture, and the deepest, most luxurious piled rugs I’d ever stepped on. I was hired to be the receptionist on the second floor. Carol, the receptionist whom I was replacing, would be training me for the next few days. She was tall and thin, with the prettiest smile. In fact, that’s all she did. I guess if I was getting married in a week and moving to England, I’d be all smiles, too.
At noon, Carol brought me to the employee cafeteria. We bought sandwiches and iced tea from a self-serve counter and then walked over to a table where two other girls were eating.
“Angela Hardy, Millie Green, I’d like you to meet Melissa Janey. She’s my new replacement. Try and be nice to her so she’ll want to stay.”
I certainly hoped she meant that as a joke, I thought, looking from one woman’s face to the other. Angela was African-American. Millie, on the other hand, had long, strawberry-blonde hair and the bluest of eyes.
“Hi,” they both said in unison.
“Hi.”
That’s how I met Angela, my matching bookend. We were around the same age and both receptionists, so we bonded immediately, destined to become the best of friends.
After work, I drove to Darryl’s apartment for dinner. I was there so much that it would have made more sense if I moved in. However, I didn’t want to destroy my parents’ image of me. They still thought I was their sweet and innocent little girl. Besides, if they’d known I’d been having sex with Darryl, they would have thrown a collective stroke. I wasn’t sure if it would happen before or after my father came after Darryl with a shotgun.
“Hi, hon,” I said, coming through the door. I had my own key. I found my man parked in front of his computer, as usual, and gave him a big kiss. Darryl had become a really terrific graphic artist, my prejudice aside, and worked from his apartment. If I didn’t force him to go outside sometimes, he’d never leave the apartment.
“Umm, you taste good. How was your first day on the job?”
“Great! I think I’m really going to like it there.”
“And you were so worried.”
“What’s that terrific smell?”
“Dinner. I have a roasted chicken in the oven.”
“My very own Colonel Sanders. How does it look that the man I love is a better cook than me?”
“Do you really care?”
“I may, but my stomach certainly doesn’t.” I spoke the truth since I was a terrible cook, not having much practice and still trying to master boiling water.
Darryl powered down the computer and took me in his arms.
“I love you, Mel.” His soft brown eyes looked at me with such longing, that I felt myself turning to jelly.
Knowing that he loved me so much always made my heart leap in my chest. I smiled and kissed him. He kissed me back and began to nuzzle my neck. His tongue traced the outline of my lips before entering my mouth as his hand encircled my breast through my blouse.
“Do we have time before dinner?”
“Of course,” he said, as he took my hand and led me into his bedroom.
We both undressed and got into bed ready to continue where we left off. Resting on my knees, I ran my hands through Darryl’s thick, black hair as he buried his head in my chest before teasing each breast, one at a time, with his tongue and lips.
“Like that, baby?”
“Umm, nice,” I whispered, breathlessly. “Don’t stop.”
“I aim to please,” Darryl said as he gently pushed me down on my back. He began to kiss his way down my body slowly, leaving tender, butterfly like kisses along the way. He stopped momentarily at my navel and flicked his tongue in and out as he continued to play with my nipples, keeping them puckered and hard. Continuing to kiss and fondle me, he didn’t stop until I was wet enough to receive him.
He eased his way into me and began to move slowly at first. I savored every stroke. Soon his pace quickened and it wasn’t very long before I felt his body stiffen in my arms as he grabbed at my breasts. That was my signal that he’d come and we were done. Somehow, I sort of felt that maybe there was something missing.
Darryl kissed me. “I’d better check on dinner,” he said and began to pull on his clothes. I redressed also and followed him into the kitchen.