Treading Dangerous Waters- chapter 2

 Embarking on the decision on becoming a ‘bunna man’, must be one that has been completely contemplated of the risks, and trust me they are many. As my experiences blossom and brought forth every climax which is the fruit of my labor, there arises the risk of negative externalities. Being a Bunna Man is one thing. However, being the Bunna Man of a female whose partner is a gangster or her father or grandfather is an area don, was apparently a risk I enjoyed meddling with. Have you ever heard the phrase “don’t trust a pretty face?” Well, if you have not, take it from me. If she’s too pretty, run, she a problem!

So there I was, minding my own business on public transportation one night heading home from school. As the responsible student leader I was, I attempted to guide and mold a few younger boys, as an older woman caught their eyes, however, they were too shy to cease the opportunity. In trying to be a good role model for the boys, I sat beside the lady and wasted no time in asking for her number. She was not my type to be honest, but she was very attractive nonetheless. She had a regular shaped face, with a short, protruding nose that had a pointed tip, her lips were thin and naturally red and her eyes glistened like emerald. Her hair was as black as the night’s light and she wore no make-up- she could’ve easily been mistaken to be Blasian, definitely a Miss Chin.

To much delight for her, she obliged and gave me her contact information with a smile that outshine the glare of the moonlight that peeped through the windows of the JUTC bus that we were on. The conversation was short and straight to the point. The younger boys stood there in awe, speechless, as they tried to comprehend the wizardry they had just witness and wondered what incantation I had casted. What made the spell even more enchanting, my new friend and I got off the bus at the same stop. As she got up, she whispered to them,

“We ago bruck bed now.”

Their delight grew as they saw me helping her across the street to the other side, just to ensure she was safe. While on the other side, the encounter became more peculiar as we both hopped onto the same transportation that would ultimately take us to our respective final destinations- thank God it was in no way shape or form disastrous.

“You know they believe that we gonna have sex right?” I asked Ms. Chin.

“Yes I know,” she responded laughing. “I will send you a few pics later so you can show them to help our case,” she continued.

As I sat there with a big grin on my face, I started to undress her in my mind and gazed away in wonderland as I contemplated and conspired my carnal desires with her. Big mistake. By this time, I didn’t realize the direction the taxi was going in, but I was on a high so I could’ve cared less to be honest, I mean, I’m being offered new experiences without that much work.

“This is where I’m coming off,” she alerted.

“Goodnight Schoolaz,” she said as she waved me goodbye.

I had called her from I was on the bus just to ensure that I had received the correct number, and it turned out that was the case. Before getting home, I messaged her and wished her a good night. Within a flash, a plethora of messages bombarded my phone, depositing a myriad amount of nude and semi-nude photos to my phone gallery.

“Now our stories can be substantiated,” she sent in the most seductive voice message.

I had definitely slept better that night after engaging in the most endearing colloquy we had, as it brewed the possibility of us testing each other’s skills a bit sooner than we had expected.

The following day after arriving at school and giving the younger boys a glimpse of the pictures that I had taken of her the night before, the foundation that I had created as being a ‘bunna man’ was cemented in the minds of those that looked up to me. As the true G I was, and was expected to be, I kept my cool and pretended as if it was not a big deal. We started talking every day and I had visited her at work a few times, as she worked close by to school. By this time, I had noticed that she was very open minded and had an admiration for piercings. The more we got familiar, the more I discovered piercings in places only the imagination can conjure.

It was a regular day when I had visited her at work and we went to the bathroom closest to the back door as usual. Little did I know I was to find out some very interesting information right there and then. As she assumed position with both her hands on the tank of the toilet, and her right leg making a ninety degree angle on the toilet seat and her leggings halfway down her thighs, the buckle of my belt apparently signaled what was to come, and where the leak was that needed fixing. After a few attempts of adjusting the pipe to amend the leak, it only got worse and a tsunami of love had flooded her promise land to the point where her legs got overwhelmed and shook uncontrollably. Suddenly, a strange aura crept over our little realm and I think we both could feel the unwelcomed presence that had found itself in our utopia. To my surprise, it was her sister-in-law and mother-in-law out at the front. She lit a cigar and went out and greeted them as if nothing had just happened. While back there, I gathered my thoughts and clothes and pieced them together before making a grand entrance. After all, I was in my uniform, so they would not have suspected that her man in uniform, was in a high school uniform. I had known in the back of my head that she had a man, however, I had never questioned nor confronted her about it. As to our usual arrangements, we meet on the bus, however, I had to make the first one go pass me so that her in-laws would assume I was not going to be on the same bus as her. 

This was just the mere begging of unlimited and uncontrollable orgasms for both of us. What I had appreciated most from our exploits was the fact that she would advise me on different techniques I could explore with my younger, less experienced girlfriend- yes, she was aware of the fact that I had a girlfriend. We had a mutual symbiotic relationship where both parties benefited greatly from the interactions. She received weekly climaxes that were once dormant from her life, while I received added experience and cash to take my girlfriend on the many dates that we had.

Apparently, my new found prowess shone brighter than June 21^st, so much so that I had attracted the attention of most unlikely of familiar faces. To this day, I still have trust issues when it comes on to my partner’s ‘best friend’ because of this incident. There I was, cool as a cucumber as if I was walking smoothly on ice. I cut through the crowd of vending pilgrims in the streets of downtown Kingston effortlessly, like a knife cutting through butter on a hot summer’s day.

“Mr. Marsh?” I heard a familiar voice piercing through the crowd as the sound waves brushed my earlobes.

Being the Jamaican I am, I never answer on the first call, so I ignored the ringing in my ear and continued evading personal touches from the crowd. Nevertheless, despite my movements being tactically aligned to the point of being mistaken for being on a mission of espionage, someone managed to breach my defenses and sneaked a touch in. I could feel the essence leaving my body as the hand tugged onto the sleeve of my shirt. Similar to the woman who had been bleeding for twelve years and was healed with just touching the helm of His garment, this girl had been miserable for years since the passing of her father, however, a rare smile was produced as the glare from my smile brushed upon her face upon redirecting to her position.

“It’s been a while sir,” she said with a rather seductive smirk as her eyes ran an x-ray on my chiseled physique that was hidden beneath my uniform.

“It has been,” I responded as I tried to decipher her intentions.

“What you giving me for my birthday?” she asked... “and don’t tell me you forgot,” she continued.

At this point I was confused, because she was my girlfriend’s friend, but I didn’t think much of it at the time.

“Maybe next week I get you something, I’m not sure as yet,” I reacted.

As she scribbled her phone number on my forearm, she folded herself into my arms, glanced over her shoulders and whispered “this a nuh souvenir, and I’m expecting my gift.”

She then unraveled herself from my presence and modeled her way to her bus stop while I stood there bamboozled, unsure of what to next with the information I had just garnered. Being the thinking young man I was, I quickly sent a message to my then girlfriend explaining what had just transpired…or that’s how I recall it. I did tell her I had just encountered her best friend in downtown Kingston, and the exchange was quite peculiar, however, the details weren’t as important, as I made her aware of what had happened.

The following week, I actually got her a watch wrapped in a medicine box, symbolizing what she needed to cure whatever thought she had in her mind of ever getting with me. There I was, Booboo the fool, digging my own grave unknowingly. Little did I know my girlfriend would always tell her about the thrilling moments we would have and how my virility was unmatched. She sung my praises so much so the angels found favor with me and lent me their wings. The light from my halo had both of them blinded to the fact that they were still friends, best of friends to say the least. The best friend, lets call her Tani-a. Tani-a’s presence was becoming far more common in spaces I often frequent, and the conversations transitioned from a few words, to a few sentences, to being sent a few paragraphs. I’ll never forget the Friday after her birthday, she sent me a screenshot of a conversation, to which she captioned, “is everything okay in paradise?” As she concocted her scheme to display my girlfriend’s supposed infidelity, I then transferred to messages to my girlfriend who shrugged off my attempts to be transparent. Unfortunately, I interpreted her actions as guilt, and sunk deep into the enemy’s plan.

The following day saw me back in downtown Kingston conversing with Tani-a.

“Can’t believe she’s been doing this to be honest doe,” she said breaking the silence… “You don’t deserve to be treated like this…well, at least I know I wouldn’t,” she continued.

“Just one a them thing deh man, we live and we learn,” I responded.

“Cheer up man,” she cradled my shoulder and caressed my head with hers.

A dance promotional team was passing by and slowed their progress a few yards away from us blazing the hottest, most seductive dancehall tunes at the time. Tani-a saw it as the best opportunity to cheer me up as I was visibly down, she then replaced her seat with my lap, and gave me the most sensual lap dance I had gotten at the time. Before we knew it, I was standing on all threes and if it had continued, there would’ve been fireworks. I grabbed hold of her breasts as if they were my bicycle handle, and thrust my waist towards hers. As I switched the position of my hands to have a better grip, I could feel the presence of her nipples trying to pierce the palms of my hands, trying to secure them in place.

“You better fuck me here or I’m gonna hate you,” she moaned under her breath.

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take, adding another hater to my list nuh sound too bad at all,” I retaliated.

“Okay, could you follow me home then?” she asked as she adjusted her underwear that had been washed away by the flooding between her legs.

“Sure, I’ll follow you,” I stood saying.

“Walk this way, I’m going to ask my uncle for a favor.” she interjected.

I should have known. I should have known there were no commercial places opened in downtown Kingston that late on a SATURDAY! I was tricked. I allowed myself to be tricked. One moment of weakness almost sunk years of effort, compromises, sacrifices and love down the drain. As Tani-a walked up the second flight of stairs, she spun around, grabbing and pulling me down onto her, trying to suck the pink off my tongue. As she moaned and groaned, her breathing shortened, muscles loosened and her legs arrested my waist above her pelvis. She felt for the evident bulge in my shorts and massaged it with her bare hands. The coldness of her palms along with the warmth of the bulge created icy-hot sensation for her that sent chills further down her spine, catalyzing a series of climaxes. As the rewards of her lust liquidated and became more evident, she slowly positioned and plugged the leakage she had with my muscled pipe as she gripped my body in wistful pleasure. Midway her moans as she was on her way to cloud nine, she unwrapped her eyes to picture the view from these unfamiliar heights, she noticed the CCTV camera above my shoulder. She quickly covered her face in embarrassment, and instructed me to not turn around.

“We just made porn,” she said jokingly under her breath, as if she didn’t want her voice to be captured on camera.

We ran out laughing, untroubled by the discovery. My eyes were locked on her. Her eyes were locked on my cock. The more she looked, the more it danced in celebration of her. She was amused by its entertainment, and asked if she could show me how good of a flute player she was. She blew and blew and I sang like a nightingale witnessing the birth of its young in a nest it had constructed from its first twig. An orchestra perfectly conducted by lust, delivered the quintessential rapport of where there’s a will, there will be a way.

I thought after venturing to the peak a few times, she would have used up so much energy, she wouldn’t have the strength to want more. I was wrong. This sparked a salacious desire within, as her thoughts ran wild to the possibilities that would be present if we were in an enclosed space. She began planning. As we carefully made our way close to her house, she fine tuned the details of her exploits of her upcoming voyage. As her excitement grew, there was an explosion behind us in the darkness. Smoke clouded the night’s sky and the pilgrims shuffled seeking coverage. We both looked each other dead in the eyes with fright as several other explosions rang out rapidly behind us. The silence was broken with screams of agony, sympathy, fright and fear, all combined with the shuffling and rumbling from the vendors, shoppers and passersby within the vicinity. We ran as far away from the scene as we possibly could, while I tried consoling her on what had just happened- not that she needed it either way, her mind was already set on something else. I called her friend to ensure the coast was cleared for her to get back home, to which he confirmed. I stepped into the darkness and out of my fear to ensure she was safe, while trying to not get hurt and having to explain why was I there at that time.

After getting her home, I got home normally as if I hadn’t just experienced the Jamaican rendition of the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand that catalyzed WWI. I settled in, and before I could decompress, I received a call reminding me of the plan for the following Monday. She was determined to have her pussy pounded vigorously till she shook like a leaves on a windy afternoon, and I was now compelled to be that gale of wind.

The day had arrived with the sun peeking through my glass window symbolizing my ray of hope. I got up later than usual, much to the concern of my mother who found this alarming, as I am usually an early bird.

“You not going to school?” Mum asked.

“Yes, but I’m going to the library first to get my assignments completed first,” I responded.

I had an assignment indeed, but it wasn’t registered in my curriculum. My mother didn’t question my answer as I was usually a responsible lad, that doesn’t put myself in danger…well at least to the best of her knowledge. I headed out at the time agreed upon with Tani-a, and I arrived at the rendezvous a few minutes before, and luckily, we crossed paths.

“You’re punctual,” she whispered through her smile.

“I have to be, what kind of man would I be if I kept you and your pussy waiting too long to be pleased?” I smirked and rebutted.

“We’re on track where timing is concerned, but here’s a few updates…once you go on my road, don’t stop when I stop, just walk straight in the yard,” she said. “The police there are going to try and woo me with their words of affirmation, but right now I only want to hear your words during penetration,” she continued.

Just as she had advised, the police did exactly that and I walked by as if I had no clue who she was. Before I knew it, she was running in, undressing herself with every step. By the time she got close to be, she was already undressed and in her birthday suit. I stopped and admired her attire for the longest minute I could remember, while I surveyed the contour of her body with my fingertips. The tenderness of my fingertips cuddled the velvety nature of her suit. She glistened as the sun rose its head over the zinc roof, giving her the appearance of uncut diamond- a precious stone that will become a diamond after being placed under increased pressured from my pleasure stick. Her bosom stood firmly across her chest as if they were competing for precedence with the Blue Mountain Range, and her nipples battling for the title of highest peak. My eyes traveled down her slender waist that widened at the base to hug the width of her hips. I was in awe.

“Am I looking at the body of another goddess?” I thought to myself, as I now found added reason as to why they were best friends.

“I’m going to make your eyes extend their eyelids so much so you look like the character from Scream when I’m done with you,” she warned.

At that point, I remembered her ability to play the flute and my knees buckled. She grabbed me at the waist and started reciting her favorite tune. It was a very emotional rendition for her as the teardrops ran down her face to assemble upon her wrist along with the mucus that ran from her nostrils. That didn’t stop her performance though. The moans that escaped from my mouth sung praises to her talents, which encouraged her to embrace her skills even more. I tried holding onto my soul as it crept through my chest to lay on the bed. I was never a quitter, and I’m sure as hell wasn’t starting now. Furthermore, I’m not going to disappoint Ms. Chin and her lessons. I mustered up the strength and courage to flip her on the bed onto her back as I caressed her body slowly and slowly sucking on her nipples. Her nails sank deep in my back and her moans echoed in my ear. My cock was pulsating at this point, but timing is everything. Her body wasn’t ready yet… well, that’s what the teaser in me said. I rubbed the head of my cock on her clit in a circular motion as I watched her body gyrate in the same direction. It was time, as I was now seeing her liquid lust oozing from her wet wonderland coming to meet the pied piper.

“Gasp!” the loud breath she inhaled as the mushroom of my dick sank in.

I withdrew it quickly, then sliding it back in to create a symphonic rhythmic pattern her thousands of nerve endings would appreciate. However, as soon as it appeared as if her mind was getting accustomed to the pattern, I sank it deep, creating a loud splash and deafening gasp.

“Yah go kill me?” she moaned in pleasure.

As I stroked her long, hard and deep, her body started buffering as if she was watching a 4k video on dial up internet. One stroke. Two stroke. Three stroke, four. She grabbed me and screamed as her squirted washed the floor. Fifth stroke. Sixth stroke. Seventh stroke, eighth, she prayed ‘oh God,’ ‘oh God’, as she grew up in the faith.

As her second dose of squirt washed her mother’s red polished floor, she trembled and whispered “you’re on a fucking roll.”

“Me done anyways, me nah make you kill me off in yah,” she continued.

Gathering my articles of clothing, it dawned upon her that I hadn’t climaxed, and that displeased her. Pulling me onto the bed, she mounted me like a cowgirl and rode as if her life depended on it. The wet, softness of her walls gripped me firmly, despite the banana shaped structure that was inside it. Space was minimal. Flooding was six inches deep. The warmth of her wetness had my toes running from the joints in my bunion. I couldn’t sing the Sponge-bob Square-pants theme song any longer. I erupted. Firing hot lava of my unborn children to be trapped in a rubber prison, unable to fulfil their life’s purpose. As my body twitched in sensitivity, Tani-a continued riding slowly with every twitch. She did so until I was completely flaccid, and even then, she continued riding. Tani-a laid her head in my chest and as she got comfortable, a rapid burst of explosions rang out next door. My clothes was on in an instant and I was one foot through the gate. I teleported from her house to the library with such alacrity, the police didn’t even realized I had passed them.