Lasting Impressions - The Truth

By Patricia A. Myatt

LASTING IMPRESSIONS romance series introduces characters that draw you in and hold your attention. They may even remind you of people you know. Each book in this trilogy looks at the characters view of why this relationship ended so abruptly.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: May 28, 2021
• ISBN: 9780978597535

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FIFTEEN

ONE

Tyra glanced out the window of the plane watching the baggage handlers completing their tasks as they moved away from the plane.

Ladies and gentlemen, the Captain has turned on the no smoking sign. Please adjust your seats to the upright position and fasten your seatbelts. The voice over the PA instructed.

Tyra fastened her seat belt as she thought about the new attitude she had about life. She promised herself she would remain an island of calm amidst the hectic, harrowing rush of ideas going through her head at that moment. The practical side of her hated that she was flying to California to see Artest, but it was her sentimental side that could not resist wondering if they might share a romantic moment, yellow roses, soft candlelight, and two simpatico hearts beating as one after passionate love. She wondered if they could pick up so easily where they had left off so many years ago. However, common sense warned her this was her fantasy and she should be ready to deal with the realities that life truly brings. However, her curiosity about him sexually kept a fire burning inside her. She wondered if there were other women who remembered their first sexual experiences and heartbreaks. In her case, Artest had been both rolled into one fine, sexy young man.

Tyra leaned her head back in the cushioned headrest and thought about the story her ex-coworker, Harriet had told her about her friend who fell in love after one night with a man she had just met. Tyra visualized Harriet’s face as she explained.

Dick-whipped——you know, when a man does it to you so good you can’t help but give it to him whenever he asks for it, wherever he asks for it, and however he asks for it. Harriet bobbed her head up and down as Tyra frowned, rolling her eyes and trying not to laugh.

You frown if you want, girl, but it can happen. My girlfriend, Maxine. We call her Max for short. Well, we all went out to the club one night; you know the usual hang out spot. Anyway, this particular Friday night there were a lot of new men in the place. Some guys from a nearby bachelor party had decided to drop in. Max meets this guy, a fine, long drink of water. Harriet stretched her arm high above her head. You know, tall, dark and handsome with big hands and feet and lo——ng fingers. Whew! Harriet began fanning herself with the loose papers in her hand.

Anyway, against the ‘girl’s code,’ and main cardinal rule being, we all come together and we all leave together. Ms. Thang decides she’s going home with Mr. Fine-Drink-of-Water to see if she could make a love connection. Now you have to understand, Max was considered the prettiest one of us all, with a tight body, big boobs, small waist, curvy legs, banging butt and hips, her real hair hanging down her back. She’s what most men call, stacked like a brick-house. She’d been breaking men’s hearts since she was a month old.

Harriet, what is your point? Tyra interrupted, crossing her arms and giving a look of disinterest.

I’m getting to the point if you give me a minute. Anyway, Max went home with this guy. She was gone for two days, we would have been worried, but she was calling me giving me updates on her fuckfest. When girlfriend got back she couldn’t stop talking about the brother; about how he made love to her all night long. He hit it, split it and had her with it; whatever it was. The next morning, he made her breakfast then made love to her some mo’. The next week, she couldn’t get him off her mind. She started sending him love texts saying she wanted to be with him forever. She left messages on his voice mail. He never answered, he just ghosted her. So one night she went to his house and waited for him to come home. She said, she waited and waited. Midnight——one——two in the morning and she was getting more pissed by the minute. But only because the brother had whipped it on her so good the week before she felt compelled to be patient and wait. He finally showed up at three o’clock in the morning and she jumped out of the bushes where she had been hiding, just in case he had an ex-wife or a girlfriend cruising by. She scared the brother so bad he called the police and took out a restraining order against her. He thought she was a fatal attraction stalking him. Moral of the story: That’s what good dick will do to you, girl. Have you hiding in the bushes stalking a brother.

Tyra laughed out loud before she could stop herself then shook her head slightly trying to get the scene of Max jumping out of the bushes out her head. Warm feelings raced through her as Tyra realized, I guess I was dick-whipped.

However, those feelings were from a long time ago and she certainly didn’t expect to be climbing into bed with Artest. That’s not what this trip is about, she mumbled again.

Well, it never occurred to you two months ago that you would be on a plane on your way to see Artest now, did it? The little voice inside her scoffed. She ignored the voice, but at that moment just thinking about him made her nervous. Her hands became sweaty and her body felt hot and flustered. Could this be the change of life she had heard so much about? No! I’m not hearing it, she thought, trying to adjust in the seat. The vision of Artest lying next to her in bed naked with sweat running down his bare chest was locked in her memory. Their legs tangled, moans of desire escaping her lips as they made long, slow love. Tyra’s nipples harden, making imprints appear through her blouse, she quickly pulled her blazer closed, and glanced around the first class cabin to see if anyone in the other seats noticed her. She could feel moisture between her thighs and the cotton in her panties began to cling to her private part. If I don’t stop thinking about him, I’ll have an orgasm right here in this seat and have to change my panties before I get off the plane, she thought, licking her dry lips. At that moment, it occurred to her that because she let Artest arrange her flight and pay for the entire trip, he might expect more than a casual visit.

I hope he doesn’t think I’m going to give it up just like that. I mean, I’m not that kind of girl! I’ll wait a day or so just to show him. A confident smile spread across her face then faded. Her confidence now uneasy, knowing that Artest had a magical power for attracting women to him and she was no exception.

Oh, I can’t think about this right now, my mind is too confused. I honestly don’t know what I’m going to do when we meet. The confusion engulfed her and she took a big gulp of liqueur from her glass, leaned her head back, and closed her eyes. I need to let my mind relax. Think of nothing, think of nothing, she repeated in her head.

As the plane hit an air pocket, Tyra’s thoughts jumped to the second summer they spent together before he went back to North Carolina State University. It had started wonderfully, especially with Artest coming by everyday helping her father and spending time with her. Then her thoughts fast forwarded to the last night during that summer they were together, and the way he held her up in the air while they made love.

Then her thoughts zoomed to his winter break. Tyra, Marsha and Stan met Artest at the bus terminal. The minute he kissed her she felt the warmth of his body and instinctively leaned against his hard body. Their greetings were quick and before Tyra knew it they were at Stan’s house. While the guys got the bags of groceries, Marsha told Tyra that Stan’s parents were out of town for the week and Stan had stayed home because he had to work at his after school job. Tyra smiled, her head filled with thoughts of sex with Artest.

The guys watched a basketball game while the girls fixed plates of Chinese food.

The time went by quickly. Artest whispered in Tyra ear,

What time do I need to take you home?

I’m staying at Marsha’s house tonight.

With that said, Artest took Tyra’s hand and

quickly led her to Stan’s room. To her surprise, Stan’s room was neat and his bed was made. Tyra was sure that he had plans to spend some time in bed with Marsha, but for now it would be the place she would show Artest how much she missed and loved him. Artest closed the bedroom door and held her in his arms, once again they kissed and in the blink of an eye their clothes were off and they lay naked on the bed. His fingers played along her body as the smell of his cologne stimulated Tyra and made her want him even more. Longing ignored reasoning and before another breath was taken, she was straddled across Artest, sliding down his erect manhood. Low sighs of pleasure escaping her mouth as her breast bounced in escalation of his hands firmly clutching her hips, moving them up and down at his momentum. She gritted her teeth and forced herself to endure the pain of his swelling tool inside her, as she climaxed for the second time. Then with one swift movement, he flipped them over, lifted Tyra’s body to the level of his sweet joy stick and found a new avenue of desire inside her, never missing one rhythmic movement or coming out of her.

No man has ever made love to me like that since, she mumbled to herself.

She could not help smiling. What a pleasant way to start a day. If I smoked, I’d need a cigarette right about now, she thought. She opened her eyes and stared out the window, watching the clouds stand still as though the plane wasn’t moving. Before Tyra’s mind could take her on another exotic memory about Artest, the stewardess appeared offering her food. Tyra smiled and slowly began to eat.

*    *    *

Artest gripped the football in his hand then looked at Jason to see if he was paying attention.

You want to make sure that the strings are always facing out, keep the balance correctly on the ball. Got it?

Got it, Dad. Jason’s enthusiasm showed brightly in his hazel eyes.

Then you draw back and send that baby like a rocket. Artest barely got the words out of his mouth before he let the ball fly and as it descended, Allen leaped up and cradled it against his chest.

Now that’s what I’m talking ‘bout. Artest shouted as Allen landed on both feet and held the ball in the air as he trotted over to Artest and Jason.

Nice catch, Mr. Natural. Jason said as Allen tossed him the ball. Sensing the fathers wanted to talk in private, Jason and Allen Jr., went off to the side tossing the football back and forth between them.

So, still counting down the days until your true love arrives, huh? Allen smiled.

Exactly 24 hours. Man I can’t understand why I can’t get rid of this knot in my stomach. Artest laughed a little and shook his head.

Yeah, that happens when you’ve found the right one. It’s called being in love. Allen laughed and continued, I’m still looking.

I hear you man. Artest shook his head and continued. So what are you doing tonight?"

No particular plans, why what’s up? Allen’s tone was curious.

Some of the guys from the local football team are going to R-ra-Sha.

Wow! We better stop at the bank and get a supply of singles after we eat. Allen laughed as the men walked toward their sons, finishing a few more throws before they left the park and headed to a restaurant.

* * *

Artest and Allen pulled up in Allen’s shinny red Corvette, Allen passed the keys to the valet and he and Artest joined three other men standing by the entrance door.

Hey, Usef, this is Allen Natural a good friend and PI if you ever need one.

The men shook hands and Usef introduced the other men.

Artest man, I just signed a new two year, sixteen million contract with the team and yesterday my agent got me a shaving cream sponsor. I’m about to make it rain up in this joint! Usef shouted as the group walked inside and through the colorful curtains into a large room with red, blue, green and yellow colored strobe lights flashing. The men sat at a large curved bar that was also part of the stage with several other men. A blonde haired, blue eyed, busty waitress stood next to Usef. Usef stared at her breast.

Well hello lovely ladies. He said before looking up into her eyes and ordering, Bring us five bottles of Bollinger Grande Annee, and when the bottles are empty bring five more. Usef stuck a fifty dollar bill between her breast and she giggled and hurried off. When the waitress returned with Usef’s order, the lights dimmed and a spot light appeared on the stage.

Gentlemen, coming to the stage for your dancing pleasure, please welcome, Ms. Special-K, the girl with the magic moves. Special-K! The MC announced.

The music started and a tall cinnamon complexioned woman around twenty-three, dressed in a red robe floated across the stage. In sync with the music, she let her robe slide off her shoulders, down her body to the floor and reveled; sexy curves, big breast and a big round behind. Special-K spun around the pole, climbed up the pole and hung upside down with one leg then stretched her legs out to their full length as her long brown hair swept the floor. Special-K slid down the pole and crawled toward the edge of the stage, stopping between Usef and Artest then cat walked over to the two men on Usef’s right. The two men immediately stuck dollar bills in her bra and g-string, and as she moved back to the pole Usef called out her name.

Sw-e-e-t, Special-K! Girl, you are hot! Show me what you working with, girl!

Special-K stood and did several sexy body moves and made her voluptuous butt tremble in a sensual motion then bent over and showed Usef her full rounded butt. Then she stood up and as the music lowered to a distant whine, Special-K began to clap her butt cheeks together and they made the sound of two hands clapping together.

"Hey! Hey! The clapper! Do it! Special-K! The announcer shouted.

Woo! Damn! A roar from the men in the club.

After a few seconds of clapping her butt cheeks to a round of men cheering, Special-K twisted her body in a tactile delightful move and flipped over and made a kissing motion to Usef.

Woo! All the men in the club continued to cheer and throw dollar bills in the air.

Ha! Ha! Mother fuckers! Ha! Ha! Special-K! Special-K! I’m gonna make it rain up in here for you girl! Usef shouted over the crowd, throwing the hand full of dollars in the air over her head. Before all the bills could land on the stage floor, Usef tossed the second bundle up. The stage floor looked like a green money carpet and as the music lowered, Special-K stopped dancing, fell to her knees, stretching out both arms to gather most of the money.

Special-K! Girl, lay one right here! Usef shouted as he pointed to his lips and she immediately kissed him, allowing Usef to push his tongue into her mouth, until the MC intervened.

"Alright, you two get a room! We’ve got more dancers waiting. Usef and Special-K stopped kissing and she went back to gathering her money with the help of the stage hands as the MC began to introduce the next dancer.

Gentlemen, welcome to the stage exotic twins, Do Me and Love It.

The lights dimmed and the spotlight was steady on the curtains, waiting for the twins and when they opened, two Asian women in their twenties came on stage in black fringed outfits. They immediately danced around the pole and within seconds acted out a scene of two women having sex; flicking their tongues and tossing their long hair all over each other. The men cheered, clapped and threw money in the air. Usef took out a bundle of dollars and joined in tossing money in the air, one dollar at a time. As the twins act came to a close, Usef waved bundle of money in the air and pointed in the direction of his two friends.

Lap dances for my friends.

Usef split the bundle and gave a portion to each man then turned to Artest and Allen, I got you on the next set of dancers.

Nah, man I’m cool, besides I’m saving my lap dance for a very special woman I’m going to see in less than twelve hours. Artest remarked glancing at his watch.

I heard that. How about you Allen? Usef gave Allen a smile.

Maybe next time, man.

Ok. Usef’s attention was drawn back to the next dancer on the stage as his two friends left with the twins for the private lap dance.

Yo, Artest, your boy definitely has his own style, $650 per bottle of champagne and making it rain. I got to respect the game. Allen’s facial expression showed he was impressed with what was happening.

Allen, I’ve got to use the john, be right back.

Artest got directions to the bathroom and made his way through the continuous advances made by the women not entertaining other men. As he exited the bathroom, he straightened his back and prepared to waive off more strippers coming on to him.

Ooh, daddy, I could make you cum all night long. One short red head remarked as Artest smiled, shook his head and kept walking.

"Ladies, you can’t get the attention of the famous football player the Artist like that." An unfamiliar woman’s voice said and stopped Artest in his tracks.

Artest turned to see Special-K standing in front of a group of women who walked in different directions as soon as