Date: Tue, 06 Sep 2005 10:05:43 -0400
From: S N <sum1plezzcall_911@hotmail.com>
Subject: heavens-just-a-sin-away, Chapter 5

Disclaimer: This is a FICTIONAL story describing the love triangle of a
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refrain from reading it. The story consists of lust, passion, teenage
romance, interracial, love and all the rest of the good stuff in that
order... Prepare for sin

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     I couldn't get Dr. Lopez's words off my mind. The fact Sampson may not
have been comfortable around me, kept coming into my head. I don't know why
I thought about it so much, among all the other crazy little things that
had been coming up lately.

     I had went back home from Dr. Lopez's appointment and noticed that no
one was home.  It was actually a sigh of relief. The last thing I needed to
do was be around Sampson or even worse be around T-Boy.

     I walked upstairs, all the while trying to think about something to
say to either of them. Dr. Lopez said that I should be avoiding T-Boy
because his may be 'a confused individual'.  I just kept thinking about
what if he wanted to talk to me like he did before Sampson stopped
him. What was going to happen then?

     I figured what my plan was. I wasn't going to be alone with either of
them. I wouldn't talk to Sampson without someone else in the room and I
wouldn't talk to T-Boy without Sampson in the room. That way Sampson would
stop T-Boy from wanting to talk to me alone and Sampson wouldn't get
uncomfortable being alone with me anymore.

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     Two weeks passed and things were going smoothly.

     "Can you pass the butter?" T-Boy asked me.

     I gave it to him. T-Boy and I weren't exactly on speaking terms or
anything like that, but I got the idea that he definitely wasn't as mad at
me anymore. He was actually being really hospitable lately.

     After I had passed the butter it was the usual early morning silence
with Ms. Nicole at the breakfast table and Sampson kind of standing over my
shoulder. He had healed up pretty well but him and T-Boy seemed to be
completely vexed at one another.

     "Guess who I think I saw yesterday?" Ms. Nicole said, since she was
the usual one who ever talked.

     I looked at T-Boy and saw him roll his eyes. Ms. Nicole was a very,
very predictable person. We all knew who the answer to the question.
Ms. Nicole would seriously walk around thinking that her favorite talk show
host in the world was walking around the streets of Bushwick. It had been
the 100th time Ms. Nicole seemed to be announcing to seeing the talk show
host.

          "Who, ma?"

     Sampson seemed like the only one who had patience for Ms. Nicole. His
tone sound interested, but I was sure even he knew who the answer was.

          "Oprah!"

     I looked at T-Boy. It was weird. He was staring right back at me and
then all of a sudden, I just felt silly.  Along time ago, T-Boy and I could
just look at each other and know what the other one was thinking.  It was
weird because even though we weren't speaking. I felt it.

     T-Boy and I both started laughing hysterically, while finding a way to
hide our wide opened grins with napkins and the tablecloth. It was
weird. It was almost like we were having a moment...just like we used to
have...

     "I'm serious," Ms. Nicole said and I had no doubt she was, "I was at
the Stop-N-Shop with Martha and Becky when and all of a sudden I saw
her. She was in the produce aisle."

     "Did you approach her?" I asked, knowing what the answer would be.

     "Of course not! I didn't go anywhere close. I mean...that's Oprah!"

     I was finding it hard not to keep on laughing. This woman had issues.
I didn't know how she figured Oprah could be in Bushwick everyday and find
time to fly back to Chicago for her show. Ms. Nicole was so serious too.
She never had any clue that we were making fun of the shit she was
promoting.

     "Mother, you're embarrassing me," T-Boy said suddenly, being abruptly
honest.

     That was when Sampson stepped in, "No, ma. I actually wanna hear what
happened next."

     I looked at Sampson. He had shot a deadly look at T-Boy. I knew why he
had said it. He had said it just to spite T-Boy. T-Boy's smile had faded as
well. There was still unbelievable tension between the two of them.
Naturally I had to take Sampson's side, because T-Boy was still a
dickhead...even if he was getting more bearable.

     "Yeah, I mean, what did Ms. Becky think?" I asked, just to support
Sampson.

     That was all that Ms. Nicole needed. She blabbered for a good half an
hour about the shit that happened that day with her close encounter to
Oprah. T-Boy had left the table ten minutes into it and probably went out
to see Sidney, that "thing" that I wasn't sure was his girlfriend or just
his slave. Truth is, I didn't want to be there either and sort of regretted
backing up Sampson on this matter. I mean, Sampson was cute and shit but
this was torture. I looked at Sampson. He was so nice to the lady, but he
seemed to be completely bored as well.

     Thankfully for me however, the phone rang and Ms. Nicole got some
urgent call, which in Ms. Nicole's world was probably that they got a sale
at Target or something. She excused herself and left.

     Shit in two weeks, it had been the first time alone with Sampson. I
looked for that feeling. It was that feeling of awkwardness, but really I
didn't feel it. I guess I could spend some time with him, since there
wasn't no feeling there...

     "Hey, Sampson," I said, watching him clear up the breakfast table, "I
was sort of thinking me the two of us could go see that movie that we never
got to see. I mean, if its cool with you."

     He stared back at me, with that terrible awkwardness, "Well...ah, its
actually my girlfriend's birthday. I actually have to go shopping for a
gift for her."

     "Oh...um ok."

     "Well, her birthday party is tonight. Maybe you want to come."

     "Sure whatever."

     "Cool. So...damn, look at the time. I really got to go."

     He dropped the dishes in the dishwasher, turned it on and ran out the
room.  Dr. Lopez was right. He was afraid to be alone with me. It was so
fucking weird.  I mean, why hadn't he invited me to go shopping with him
for his girlfriend's gift, where we had the chance to be alone but instead
invited me to a crowded party.

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     Nighttime was around and Shane was in my room trying to help me pick
what I was going to wear. I was the one to actually invite Shane to
Sampson's party.  I mean, it was a party and the way shit went last time, I
didn't want to be caught without a good friend like Shane by my side. He
was cool and just the kind of person I liked. He didn't have a lot to say
and when he did say something, it was something necessary unlike the
blabbered mouth asses that Brunswick was becoming home to.

     "So how's this?"

     I held up my beige Timbs with some faded black pants and a polo shirt.

     He shrugged, "Maybe another polo shirt would be nice."

     I agreed. Shane wasn't exactly the best dresser himself, but somehow
had to know what looked good on others. I found another shirt. I tried not
to look too worried about tonight, but it was the only party that I had
been to in a long, very long time. I looked in the mirror and in a couple
minutes I was dressed.  It had to admit, Shane had a knack at picking out
outfits. I looked at my shirt, dusting it off. My jeans weren't as baggy as
I usually wore. They were actually...well they showed a little of my
figure. I was curious as I turned to the side to see how my ass looked...

     "It looks fine," I heard a voice say.

     I saw T-Boy walk in.  He wasn't dressed or anything. He was actually
in a white shirt and basketball pants.

     "Um..."

     I looked at Shane and Shane looked back at me. I was sure Shane didn't
trust T-Boy just as much as I didn't trust him. This was definitely
awkward. T-Boy stood in the middle of the room as though he wasn't welcome.
For a moment, I was almost sure that he wasn't fucking welcome.

     "Sorry if I barged in," T-Boy explained with a sort of wayward look.

     "Whatever, I mean its your house," I said, recalling what he had told
me before in his threat, "Remember?"

     He looked sort of embarrassed. I couldn't tell if it was an act or if
he was really embarrassed about this. He sort of turned his arms around and
I noticed that he had a box in his hand.

     "Look, I'm sorry about that," he told me and then held out the box, "I
actually got you this?"

     Shane grunted. I looked at Shane. He was calling T-Boy's bluff. I
looked back at T-Boy. I knew I should of probably said something to diss
him again and get back at him. I think that was what Shane expected me to
do. I didn't though, I just walked up and got the gift.

     "Why would you buy me a gift?"

     "Well. Its sort of for you, but its so you could give to Sampson's
girlfriend and say it was from you. She gets real upset if anyone shows up
at her party without a gift."

     I didn't get him. So he bought me a gift, to give to someone else and
pretend that it was mine. The thought was nice, but it was also something
that a friend would do. T-Boy most definitely was not a friend of mine, so
why was he doing this for me. It felt weird to the point that I was getting
real defensive, almost like the gift was some kind of joke gift to
embarrass me more.

     "Well, why don't you keep it and give it to her yourself?"

     "I'm not going. I mean, its really just a collection of Romance
Diaries. Girls like that kind of stuff. You don't have to trust me, you can
open it. I just don't want you to go there and be embarrassed with no
gift."

     I handed him the box. No...I admit, I shoved it back at him.

     "Since when do you care about me being embarrassed?" I asked him, in a
way that made me seem like venom.

     "I'm sorry..." he said, like he had said before, "I'll just leave this
here. You can take it to her if you want, hell, you can read the diaries if
you want. Um...just maybe we can talk, next time when you are alone."

     He had been staring at Shane when he said 'alone' and then he backed
up, leaving the books on a shelf that was in front of the door. I heard the
door slam and then looked back at Shane. Then I turned around and went to
the podium where he dropped off the present. It was wrapped up in wrapping.

     "Don't tell me you trust him? You don't know what's really in that
box."

     "I don't know..."

     "You do trust him."

     "I know I shouldn't...but I..."

     I figured he would laugh. I figured he would probably would have
started to tease me. He didn't though. He got up off the bed and headed
towards the door.

     "Then take the box and let's go.  Sampson's waiting for us
downstairs."

     I followed him, "Thanks."

     He nodded.  I guess he knew that I was thanking him for not judging me
or laughing at me. It was important that he was supportive. I grabbed the
box on my way out and shut off the light. I hoped I looked good. I mean, I
did go out of my way trying to look nice and smell nice. It made me nervous
to think that I was going to see Sampson's girlfriend after all this
time. It just made me nervous, but I knew that I had to be on my best
behavior no matter how jealous I was of the girl.

     Shane and I walked downstairs and noticed Sampson. He was dressed
fancy. I mean, he looked like he had seriously been hit with a perfection
stick. His hair was perfect, his clothes were perfect and his expression
was perfect. It was so weird, but it made him look kind of fake, how
completely perfect he was looking.  I think he sort of went overboard with
the perfection. I had looked back and Shane. He noticed it too.  He was
trying his hardest not to laugh.

     "Wow, look at the Ken Doll," I found myself saying and I didn't
realize how seriously I sounded until Shane tugged me hard in my stomach.

     "Well, you look nice too," He said, fixing the shirt that was wearing.
He definitely didn't look comfortable.

     "Sorry, I didn't mean to sound rude. I just never saw you so..."

     "So stiff?"

     I nodded. He was right on point. He just fixed his collar a little bit
more. The shirt he was wearing was nice, but it was all super tight like
spandex or something. I didn't understand why he was wearing it. I knew it
wasn't his style to wear super tight clothes even if it did expose his
muscular physique to the point where I was almost drooling.

     "It'll be alright, Sampson," Shane said, tapping him on the shoulder,
"Its your girl's special night. You should be dressing nicely, but ah...you
think she would be cool to see you so uncomfortable in that shirt?"

     "She freaking bought it for me. She wants me to wear it tonight.
Shit...I just can't wait for this night to be over."

     I wanted to laugh, but I couldn't. He did look nice in the tight ass
shirt, pressed jeans and perfectly set hair, but it was just funny how
uncomfortable he clearly was. He probably didn't even realize that he had
just stated he wanted his girlfriend's favorite day of the year to be over
quickly.

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     We made our way to the party which was a couple blocks more into
downtown Bushwick.  The house party seemed to be booming from up the
street. As we approached it, a couple of people were outside. Most of the
people outside were guys and loose girls. The night had just begun and they
were already leaving to go get some ass or something. The girls in Bushwick
were complete whores and no one seemed to notice it but me. I mean for that
matter, a lot of the guys in Bushwick were whores too, but no where as bad
as the females.

     Shane and I followed Sampson since he was the only one who knew how to
work his way past all the drunks and into the house. The entrance of the
house was there and I noticed a few people I knew from school. Some people
I waved to, while others I just ignored. I hadn't come to the party to
really socialize. I came to be seen and for everyone to see me. I mean half
of these idiots weren't worth knowing. We walked further into the
house. The lights were dimming and being replaced by excited flashing
lights. The dance scene was on fire in the house.

     I recognized someone off the bat. The girl was Yolanda. She was
actually a distant cousin of mine, but in school she had always let people
think that we were really close cousins. I didn't want to disturb her,
because she was the local dance hall Queen of sorts. She seemed to be
dancing with three or four boys.

     "Syn! Syn, is that you?" I heard cry above the loud music, loud
conversation and loud noise.

     She broke past the dancers and ran towards me. The girl was so loud!
She was always excited about something. I used to think she did drugs or
like drank Redbull every morning. I found out though that it was just her
personality.

     "Hey, Yolanda. How are you?"

     She smiled at me, "I'm great! This party has been crazy! Oh, Syn...Syn
you know Sampson?"

     Sampson looked at Yolanda and then at me.

     "Yeah, I sort of do..."

     "What!

     She couldn't hear over all the music. I pulled her close and told her
that our uncle was paying Sampson's mother so that I could live in the
house with him.

     "Oh great!" she said suddenly and then looked at Sampson, proudly
announcing, "I'm Sampson's favorite cousin! Sampson, your girlfriends party
has been great!"

     "Yeah, it looks like you were having fun," Sampson said and I laughed
cause it definitely did, "Where is she?"

     "What!"

     He pulled Yolanda close, "Where is she?"

     Yolanda smiled genuinely and grabbed both Sampson and I with one of
her hands. The other thing about Yolanda was that she was really short. She
seemed to find her way through the crowd a lot better then we were. She
dragged us through the crowd and we ended up bumping people that she just
happen to slid past. Shane trailed behind having an even harder time to get
past the crowd because of his height.

     I had never seen a house so packed. I figured Sampson's girlfriend
must have been really important or something. Yolanda led us past that
crowded ass house though to take us to the back exit of the house. We
walked out there to see a more calmer scene. People were sitting, drinking
punch from cups and talking a little easier since the music wasn't as loud
in the back.

     All of a sudden, I seen some bitch jump at me...

     I dodged, ready to hit her or something, but then realized she wasn't
jumping at me. She was jumping at Sampson. The girl kissed Sampson hard in
his lips. She was tonguing him down like he was a word that she couldn't
pronounce.

     "Is that Trash?" Shane suddenly asked me, whispering it into my ear.

     "What are you talking about..."

     Then I saw the girl's face. I fucking knew this girl! Everyone in
Bushwick knew this girl! Her name was Mercedes.  She was the bitch of
Brunswick. She was Yolanda's best friend.  Shane and I knew her very
well. She was just as little as Yolanda, but this girl was VICIOUS! She
used to bully guys because all of her brothers were basically the scariest
dudes in all of Brunswick and they were known for beating people up if they
messed with their little sister. Mercedes had used her brothers' notoriety
as bad people to punk everyone. She was the smallest bully that I ever met
in the world.

     Her name was Mercedes, but I had told Shane that she was really trash
back in the start of last year. Ever since then Shane and I had secretly
referred to Mercedes as Trash. I couldn't believe Sampson went out with
this BITCH! I mean Trash was completely opposite from Sampson.

     "Baby...baby, I want you to meet someone," Sampson suddenly said,
breaking her eager kiss.

     He basically started to pry the girl off as he walked closer to where
Shane, I and Yolanda were patiently waiting for them to break their little
kiss.

     "Trash still looks the same," I whispered to Shane. No man scared me,
but Trash wasn't a man. She was a little monster.

     "Mercedes, I want you to meet..."

     "Syn and Shane," she said.

     She smiled at me.  It was one of those smiles that reminded me so much
of the movie 'Bride of Chucky'.  Sampson had no idea what kind of girl he
was dating.

     "Wow, this is great," Sampson said, with a look of glee on his face,
"Everyone knows one another."

     "Oh yeah, we know each other," Trash explained, "I knew Syn since we
were in nursery school. I had no idea this was the new boy that saved you
from getting arrested. Syn and I are real close actually. He's one of my
best friends."

     She smiled at me and I just stared. Fucking midget bitch! I hated this
girl with a passion. She had so much power and she was so fucking small. I
did have to admit, that she was pretty. She was white oleander.  She was
pretty to the eyes, but once you noticed she could be dangerous then you
stayed the fuck away. I had been doing quite well not being in any of
Trash's classes lately. It just hurt that now she was back in my life.

     "Ya'll is boring me!" Yolanda exclaimed so loud I thought she was in
pain.

     "Yolanda, do you always got to scream?" Trash said and then added this
irritated, "Shit."

     Yolanda rolled her eyes and grabbed Shane, who was the nearest person
to her, "I'm going to dance. You are coming too."

     Shane didn't have a chance to respond before Yolanda was off with him
towards the dance floor.  That left Trash, Sampson and I standing in a
circle. I just crossed my fingers and looked like Trash.

     "Sampson, can you go get me something to drink," Trash said, all the
while watching my hateful stare.

     "Sure, baby."

     The two kissed, hard and affectionately. He turned and walked off into
the house.  Trash looked at me and I looked back at her. She was such a
fucking bitch that it was unbelievable that I could even stand in her
fucking presence without puking.

     "Where my gift, lil' man?" she asked, her voice getting deeper and her
eyes crossed over me harshly, "I ain't invite you. I don't usually talk to
lil men like you but if you gonna come to my party you might as well have
bought me a gift."

     "How you gonna call me little?" I found myself muttering and looking
away. The bitch had just made 5'0".

     "What you say?"

     I looked at her. She noticed me looking at her and she directed my
attention across the courtyard to where one of her brothers was. He was
feeding his pitbull a t-bone. The dog was scary, but her brother's face was
even more scary. He was the brother that Shane and I called
"Grimace". Grimace was in his 20s and he seemed to be in jail almost all
the time.  It seemed like every time I saw Trash, Grimace was back on the
streets though. I wondered why they just couldn't keep Grimace in jail and
save everyone the headache.  A guy like that didn't belong in society.

     "I didn't say anything," I lied and showed her the box, "Here's your
present."

     She snatched the box out of my hand, rudely and then added, "Yeah, I
thought so. Oh, by the way, I ran across a friend of mine yesterday and she
had something interesting to say."

     "Who?"

     "Her name is Monica," Trash explained and twisted her face into a
devilish one, "She said you was gay...which isn't a surprise. I always
pictured you as a fag by how you used to be all attached to Shane. What did
surprise me is she said you might have a thing for my man..."

     "You gonna trust her?"

     "Whatever lil' man," Trash snapping her face and rolling her eyes with
a diva attitude, "I also ran across my brother Patton and Lex
yesterday. They fresh out of county."

     Great! Satan and Rex.  These guys were killers, robbers and just
straight criminals.  How did they keep letting them out of jail.  Satan, to
everyone's surprise was not as bad as Rex or Grimace at least when it came
to me.  He would just sort of stand there and laugh. Lex however, a.k.a Rex
was the worst. I remembered one time I had called Trash a bitch because I
was tired of her shit. Rex had came to my class, beat me up in front of all
the other kids, ripped off my clothes and then dragged my body to the
auditorium where schools all over the city were having a symposium. This
happened when we were all kids, too. I couldn't imagine what they would do
to me now.

     "Look, I'm not getting smart with you, Mercedes," I said, a little
scared at the fact that Rex was out, "Besides Sampson isn't even gay."

     She was about to say something, but then I turned to let her know that
Sampson was on his way over. He had saved my ass, because I knew she was
three seconds away from calling Grimace over to stab my sides or some
shit. Sampson gave her the drink.

     "Hey, hope you two have been getting along," Sampson said smiling,
"Your like my two favorite people in the world as of a couple of weeks
ago."

     Trash gave me this stern look, "Oh, Syn and I always get along. Best
friends always. Right Syn."

     "Yeah...sure."

     "Baby, why don't I show you this new outfit Yolanda bought me."

     She began to lead Sampson away from her. He waved back and I
smiled. It was so fucking weird how she was so nice around Sampson. Trash
wasn't nice around anyone, including her best friends.  Her friendship with
Yolanda seemed to be forced because I was almost sure that Yolanda disliked
Trash more then me. Yolanda did suck up to Trash. Everyone sucked up to
Trash.

     The night was going well, besides the fact that Grimace had threatened
to shoot a guy who had given him the wrong look.  Yolanda had taken me out
into the dance floor and introduced me to a couple of people. For almost 2
hours, I was dancing and mixing with the best looking girls that Bushwick
had to offer.

     We were all having the best time until Rex showed up at the party a
little after midnight.  He made a scene as he walked in as well.  He told
the D.J to lower the music. Suddenly, I looked at Yolanda. She looked
scared and I knew why. Rex was headed her way.

     "What the hell is going on?" I asked, wondering why she was so afraid.

     She didn't have a chance to answer. Rex had grabbed her and pulled her
toward the stairs. He looked mad as hell. He looked like he was just about
to hurt her. I stood by close, knowing that if he hit Yolanda, I would
fight him. I would probably die...because I knew he had a gun somewhere on
him, but I didn't care. Yolanda was my cousin.

     "Bitch, where my sister?" he said, with the meanest looking face on.

     "She's um...she's upstairs."

     "Go see what she doing. Go through the closet."

     "But..."

     "Bitch, go!"

     Yolanda started walking upstairs and she reached out to bring me with
her. She looked a little shaken up as we headed up Trash's stairs. I didn't
understand why Yolanda was bringing me with her, but then Yolanda always
liked some kind of company. Yet actually as we slowly made it all the way
up the stairs, I realized that she was crying.

     "Yolanda, are you ok," I said stopping her.

     "Ugh, I'm just sick of Rex," she said. I knew what she meant, I was
just as sick of Trash, "I mean, he's always forcing me to go spy on
Mercedes. Either way I get in trouble.  Its..."

     "Relax...stop crying," I said softly, "I'll go check on her."

     "No, you don't exactly know how," Yolanda said, trying to wipe her
tears and look brave, "I should go..."

     "Look, its alright. Just show me how and you go fix yourself up," I
said softly with a look in my eye, "I saw the way Shane was staring at you,
he wouldn't want to see you teary eyed."

     I hadn't exactly seen Shane staring at her, but I knew a boy was
enough for Yolanda to agree to my proposition. I just didn't want to see
her sad and I could tell she didn't want to get more involved in Trash, Rex
and their little problems.

     Yolanda led me to a closet space. She said that the closet that I was
going in was connected to Trash's closet and that all I had to do was
follow up. She said when I went far enough I would be in Trash's closet and
I could see through the closet's blind what Trash was doing. She said that
she always was forced by Trash's brothers to see what Trash was doing
because they had this overprotective thing going on.

     "Just make sure that Mercedes and Sampson aren't having sex," she
explained.

     "What if they are?"

     "Hm...I don't know. I never really caught them. I guess if they are
come back and tell me and I'll let them know that Rex is here acting crazy
as usual."

     I nodded and made my way through the closet.  I tried to be as silent
as possible. The closet space was kind of small which explained why Yolanda
was usually sent to spy on Trash. I made my way to the other side of the
large closet. It was so dark. I realized that I wasn't in the same closet
anymore.  I was in a girl's closet. I was in Trash's closet. I could smell
the cheap perfume that Trash always seemed to be wearing. I could smell it
all over her clothes.

     I had heard noises, but not really a lot.  I had made my way to where
I saw a blind.  I tried to be as quiet as I could be, but I realized that I
didn't really have to be that quiet. The music from downstairs was still
blasting even up here. I slowly opened the blind.

     Shit. I panicked at what I saw. The closet was located at the head of
Trash's bed. I was so fucking close to them. I could smell Trash. I could
see her. Her hair was just a 2 or 3 feet away from where I was. What made
it even worse was that they were indeed having sex.

     Trash was on her back and Sampson was over her.  They both were naked.
The smell of sex had wandered into the closet. I could see that Sampson was
sweating. He was digging his dick steadily into Trash's pussy. She was on
her back, looking all the while like she was enjoying it. I looked at
Sampson. His eyes were closed and he sort of looked like he was somewhere
else. He kept fucking her steadily over and over. Deeper.

     The only emotion I felt was lust. I should of felt jealousy, hate,
envy and wrath, but was just feeling lust.  Sampson's skin glittered with
his sweat.  I could see back muscles. They were flexing in a way that I had
never seen before. My dick began to swell as I saw his arm muscles pinning
Trash down to the bed. As she was grunting and all that, he had this sort
of silent passion going on.

     "Fuck me, faster!" she cried out.

     He didn't even grunt. He was so silent with this concentrating look on
his face. I saw as his sexy thighs separated her legs so he could get
better access. That was when I got a glimpse of his ass in the mirror. His
ass muscles were rounded and under them was a long full ball sack.

     I couldn't take it anymore. My dick had become like a mountain in my
pants! I quickly reached for it and sat back. My dick popped out of my
pants and it was more swollen then it had ever been before. It looked like
a little monster and my head seemed like it had a heartbeat of itself as it
tried to even get harder. I licked my palm and started to work it over my
palm. My squirmed a little, not realizing that my arm had rested on a
box. The box flipped over, making a small crash in the closet.

     "Shit!" I found myself saying.

     I cuffed my hand over my mouth. Sampson's eyes jerked forward. His
eyes connected with mine! Shit...oh good..this wasn't supposed to happen!
Shit! I began to panic!

     Sampson had stopped fucking her and he just seemed stuck...almost in
shock. He stared in my eyes. I knew he knew it was me. At first it was a
weird look, but then the familiar look that he had given to me began to
fill his expression.  He was still surprised, but then suddenly his face
began to calm in recognition.

     "Sampson, what's wrong?"

     "No nothing, baby," he said suddenly.

     I sighed with relief that he hadn't ratted me out. There was nothing
else more embarrassing. He began to fuck her again. He was masterful. He
strokes were now longer and more harder. She began to groan even more then
she was before so I could tell he was putting more dick into her.

     "God!" I heard him cry out. He had started grunting too. He was
looking up at me.

     Our eyes locked.  Trash didn't seem to notice because her eyes were
almost sealed shut in the sudden energy that her boyfriend just mustered.
Sampson was staring at me the whole time. My eyes did not leave the eyes of
Sampson while he was fucking Trash.  He knew I was there. He was looking
dead into my eyes from the blinds of the closet. He was making more and
more noises.  He was definitely more alive. He was definitely more
vivacious.  Our eyes were locked and I could feel these vibes from him that
I had never felt before.

     I knew then... I knew then that he wasn't making love to Trash any
longer. I mean, it 'was' his dick that was in her and it was her body that
he was over. Yet those muscles weren't tensing because of her.  His eyes
were set on mine. He was with her but he saw me...

     "Oh, this is the best ever!" Trash moaned excitedly, "Baby, I...I love
you."

     Shit! What was I thinking? I was sitting here in a closet watching two
people have sex while Sampson's eyes locked onto mine as if I was some door
knob or something. My eye sight frantically tried to break the lock that
Sampson and I had. I shut my eye lids at first only to feel a tear coming
out of them.

     I wondered if Sampson saw the tear. It didn't fucking matter. No
matter how much I dreamed that it could be me in that bed instead of her,
it wasn't. It was that bitch there.

     I turned to leave.

     "No!"

     It was Sampson. He was looking at the closet. I quickly tried to get
in the corner of the closet and tried to hide behind one of her sheets so
that I wouldn't be revealed.  I saw Trash's eyes spread wide open as she
heard him say no. I saw her look over at the closet door and then look back
at Sampson. He looked defeated as he realized that he had just broken the
discretion that led to his sudden outburst of passion.

     "Baby, why do you keep looking at the closet?" she asked.

     My heart skipped a few beats and my chest felt tight. I was afraid to
move. I was too close to the bed. I knew that Trash would of heard
something, especially if I made a dash and she was listening.

     "Mercedes..."

     He looked guilty. I watched as Trash crawled from underneath him,
leaving his naked body in a bent over position. I couldn't help but look
even if I was going to be caught in a few seconds. His dick was huge, just
as I thought it would be.  He had the perfect v-shaped torso and pubic hair
was neatly trimmed. The condom was still on his dick and it looked like it
was full of cum. He must have really been worked up if he had an orgasm and
no one noticed. He must have been like a superman to have an orgasm and
keep on going like he did. I know that it is strange, but I was getting
harder then a motherfucker looking at him naked.

     "What the hell is in this closet that you keep looking at?"

     "Mercedes, come back to bed."

     "No. I want to see what is taking up so much of your attention."

     She made her way to walk towards the closet. I was scared. There was
nothing that I could do now, but wait to be caught. I just did exactly
that. I just waited, patiently.

     I closed my eyes as I felt her hand grabbing at the closet door...

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