|The Trinity Pt. IV
by Paul B. Allen, III ©
NIKKI VS JENKINS
When it comes to being close to someone, Nikki and I are inseparable. She is the nearest and dearest to my heart. She is a very private person and would never reveal any information about her personal life to you, but I have known her forever, and she has never been able to keep a secret from me. If, however, you are to know the whole story, all of Nikki's secrets must be revealed. I, then, am compelled to share her words and thoughts with you. As the Biblical Aaron was to Moses, I will be her mouthpiece.
Let me start by describing Nikki and sharing with you her foremost secret. First of all, she is an intelligent, beautiful, shapely and very sexy woman. She has sparkling, exotic eyes that draw your attention like two, beautiful magnets. She keeps a gorgeous tan year round. She works out at the gym at least three time every week, to keep her body fit and trim. She doesn't do a lot of weight training, she wants for her body to maintain all of it's femininity, but, at the same time to be taunt, lean and firm. She is a very "classy" woman.
You can see it in the way she walks, and hear it in the ways she talks. She is neither "snooty" nor "stuck up," but rather, very "down to earth." Still, whatever she does, she does with style. She has the energy of four or five women, and stays very busy while Phillip is away at work, so that every moment she spends with him is quality time when he returns home each night. She has an absolutely great personality, very upbeat and positive. Phillip has said on more than one occasion, that he has never enjoyed being with a person more in his life than he enjoys being with Nikki.
However, like me, and I am sure, many of you, Nikki has a side that others will never see. She is prim and proper in public with Phillip, but when they are at home together behind closed doors, all of that changes. You see, Nikki possesses a highly sexual nature.
Highly sexual. Sometimes attending all-girl Catholic schools has this type of "reverse" effect on a girl. Nikki's sexual tension and deprivation was like a spring compressed too tightly for far too long, and when that spring was released, well, you get the picture. Some people would mistakenly refer to her as a nymphomaniac. True, she loves sex in every form, but she is in no way promiscuous. As much as she loves sex, she loves Phillip even more. But this mentality makes Nikki very spontaneous and very creative, sexually speaking.
Phillip never knows what to expect when he and Nikki are together. While they are having dinner, she may suddenly slip under the table, unzip Phillip's pants, and suck his cock until he comes in her mouth. She says that his cum is "sweet" and that she loves the taste of it. She loves how warm it feels going down her throat and she says that it gives her a sense of comfort and security. She has actually experienced orgasms while swallowing his cum! After bringing him to a climax at the dinner table, Nikki will go back to her seat and begin eating her dinner as if nothing had ever happened. Not a knowing smile or wink at Phillip, not even a glance. This is her way.
At other times, Nikki will stop in the middle of what she is doing and start to masturbate. Her look, not her words, tells Phillip that she wants for him to get on his knees and lick her into ecstasy. Sometimes Nikki will lean over a table and say, "Baby, do me from behind." Driving home together, as they pull into the garage, Nikki will slide into the backseat, open her legs and in a very seductive way, begin to pull her panties off. This is her cue to Phillip that it is "fun time" again.
Phillip must keep his plans flexible, because some days she will not let him out of bed at all. She will play porno movies one right after the other. She will feed him all the things he loves, keep him slightly "buzzed" on beer or wine and do various things to keep his interest (and his cock) up. First, vaginal penetration, then oral sex, mutual masturbation, then anal sex, a shower, and then the whole process starts all over again.
To those on the outside, Nikki appears to be the typical "girl next door." But this girl next door has a secret that she has only revealed to her husband and lover, Phillip. For him, she is the ultimate turn on. The only thing that Phillip had ever considered a little strange about her is how she sometimes mysteriously disappears...
Early last Thursday evening; the last week of October, Phillip and Nikki were just sitting down to dinner at the dining room table, when they heard a knock at the door. Phillip got up from the table to answer it. He was surprised to see standing there his next door neighbor, young Michelle Jacobs, now after seven months, appearing very pregnant.
She was plainly troubled, nearly distraught. She said, "Please, Mr. Frazier, I need somebody to talk to." She was so upset, and she seemed so pitiable and helpless. Phillip invited her in, and asked her to take a seat. He left the living room for a second and came back with Nikki.
Nikki asked, "What's wrong Michelle, how can we help you, sweetheart?" Nikki's voice was so warm and compassionate that Michelle just burst into tears. "You and Mr. Frazier have always been so kind to me. You have never looked at me funny or treated me differently, even though everyone else in this neighborhood has. You are the only people that I feel that I can talk to about this."
"Well, Michelle, we are so glad that you feel that way. Both Phillip and I think that you are a very nice girl and we will be glad to help you in any way that we can. We know that you have had a hard time, and we know that your parents have been a little tough on you, but they really do love you, you know?"
"Yes, Mrs. Frazier, I know they do. But they keep asking me this question that I am afraid to answer. They are very upset that I won't tell them who the father of my unborn child is. I don't want to be a snitch, and I don't want to get him into trouble, because I am so young and all. My dad said that whoever the guy is, that he is going to make sure that he ends up in jail for statutory rape."
"Is the guy eighteen or over, Michelle?" asked Nikki.
"Yes Ma'am," Michelle answered. Nikki looked at Phillip.
Phillip asked, "Michelle, do you trust us enough to tell us who it is. Maybe we can help you figure out what to do." Michelle said, "Yes sir, I do, but it is so hard."
The three of them spoke for hours. Michelle did in fact confide fully in Phillip and Nikki. They convinced her that she should tell her parents the name of her baby's father. Michelle was still so afraid however, that she convinced Phillip that he had to come with her to speak to her father. Phillip agreed. Michelle asked if he would come with her tomorrow after both he and her dad got in from work. Phillip agreed that this would probably be best, since it was already pretty late tonight. Michelle, who seemed a bit more relieved gave them both a big hug and thanked them from the bottom of her heart. Phillip saw Michelle out, and continued to stand in the doorway, watching her to make sure that she got home OK. He said loudly as she stepped out of his gate, "Goodnight Michelle."
She said, "Goodnight Mr. Frazier."
As soon as he closed the door, Phillip turned and looked at Nikki. He asked, "Do you believe that?" Nikki said, "Tomorrow is going to be some kind of day!"
"Amen," said Phillip. They went back to the dining room to clear the table. Their uneaten dinner had gotten cold hours ago, but it really didn't matter. Both had lost their appetite.
The ever-vigilant Mrs. Jenkins had seen Michelle go to the Frazier house. She saw Phillip answer the door. She knew that four hours had passed before Michelle came out. She saw Phillip stand in the doorway and heard him tell Michelle, "Goodnight." Who she never saw was Nikki. "That bastard! He's the one! I should have known. These tramps that he is carrying on affairs with are bad enough, but that girl is only sixteen years old! You low life pervert! Phillip Frazier, tomorrow come hell or high water, your wife will know the truth about you. By God she will. I swear she will."
The next day was Friday, and it came much too quickly for everyone concerned. It would be a day that no one on High Street would soon forget. It was very nearly 6:00PM. Phillip and Mr. Jacobs would both return home within the next half-hour. Of course, it was still light outside. Clocks would not be set back one hour until Sunday, the end of Daylight Savings Time. And just as August was unseasonably cool, this October day made one feel as if summer was starting all over again. Nikki was very nervous.
She couldn't stand to wait inside any longer, so she went out on the front porch to get a bit of fresh air. Hopefully, it would help to calm her nerves. You only need one guess to know who saw her standing there.
"Oh, Nikki dear," Mrs. Jenkins called out, "could you step over here for just a moment?"
Nikki looked at her and thought, "Oh my God, what does she want?" She looked at her watch. She had just a few minutes to spare. "Sure, Mrs. Jenkins." She walked across the street and up the stairs onto the porch to join Mrs. Jenkins.
Mrs. Jenkins said, "Dear, please sit down. There is something very serious that I must share with you." Nikki thought, "Something serious you must share with me?"
"Well, if it is serious, don't you think that we ought to discuss it in the house, Mrs. Jenkins?"
"Heavens no Dear, out here will be just fine." Of course, we all know that Mrs. Jenkins was hoping that Nikki would cause a scene when she broke the bad news to her, and Mrs. Jenkins just loved a scene.
Nikki asked, "Well OK then, Mrs. Jenkins, what is it?"
Mrs. Jenkins asked, "Just how much do you love your husband, dear?"
Nikki wondered, "What kind of question is that. Is she trying to threaten me?" But what she said was, "Mrs. Jenkins, I love my husband with all of my heart. I love him more than words can say. He is the most perfect and wonderful man I have ever known."
"Yes, yes, dear, but do you trust him?" "Do I trust him? Of course I trust him! He is the only honorable man that I have ever known. When we are apart, I never have to worry about anything. You may not understand this, Mrs. Jenkins, but my husband Phillip is really and truly a 'one woman man.'"
"Well, dear, I hate to have to be the one to put a pin in your bubble, but that is just not so."
Nikki could feel her anger starting to flare, but she fought to maintain her calm. "Just what are you saying, Mrs. Jenkins"
"Oh honey, I know that this is going to be hard for you to hear, but I want for you to know that I am telling you this for your own good."
"Mrs. Jenkins, my patience is wearing thin. For the second time, what is it that you are trying to say."
"Alright Dear, let's not get snippy. Since you feel that way, I'll just give it to you straight between the eyes. Phillip, your precious 'one woman man' is cheating on you! As a matter of fact, he is cheating on you with two different women. One is a poor white trash platinum blonde whore and the other is some Oriental slut. So there, are you happy, now?"
Nikki just sat there for minutes looking at Mrs. Jenkins, but said nothing. Finally she quietly asked, "And Mrs. Jenkins, just how do you know this?"
"My dear, I have a tablet here in which I wrote down every time that little Miss Platinum Blondie was at your house. And as for that Oriental slut, I watched her as she just walked into your house when neither you nor Phillip was there. I thought she was trying to rob you, so I thought that I would be a good neighbor and check things out for you. I walked around to the side of your house and looked through your living room window, and heavens, you wouldn't believe the things I saw. When your husband got home, that Oriental slut did unspeakable things to him and he just stood there and let her."
"Whoa, you wait just one minute. Are you telling me that you actually sneaked over to my house and spied on my husband through my living room window? Are you out of your mind?" Nikki asked loudly. "You must be insane! Who do you think you are?"
"Now, now, Mrs. Frazier, there is no need to be insulting." Mrs. Jenkins was beginning to get that scene that she was hoping for. "But dear," she continued, "that's not the worst of it. I don't know where you were last night, but I saw little Michelle Jacobs go over to your house and she stayed in there with Phillip for four hours. I don't have proof, but I'd bet you dollars to donuts that he's the father of her baby!"
That was it for Nikki. She said to herself, "This stupid self righteous witch is insulting the best husband in the world, and now she is going so far as to call him a child molester? Oh no, this cannot be happening. "Mrs, Jenkins," Nikki said loudly, " I am going to give you exactly what you deserve, and I am going to give it to you straight between your eyes." Mrs. Jenkins didn't know what that meant, but it didn't sound good. It was at that moment that Phillip pulled up and parked in front of the house. He saw Nikki on Mrs. Jenkins porch and could tell right away that Mrs. Jenkins was in deep, deep trouble.
Phillip immediately called out to Nikki, "Baby, baby, I need you. You know that we have got something terribly important to do and I can't do it without you." Nikki stood motionless for a moment in order to gather her emotions. Without uttering a word, she started down Mrs. Jenkins' stairs. As she opened Mrs. Jenkins gate, Nikki turned back toward Mrs. Jenkins and was going to say something, but instead, gave her a small smile and just shook her head. Of course, Mrs. Jenkins was ecstatic!
"Did you hear her? Did you hear her threaten me," she asked the neighbors who had started gathering around when they heard the commotion? She was as happy as a kid on Christmas morning.
Nikki just kept walking over to Phillip and gave him a big hug and a kiss. She said, "Thank you, baby, you just kept me from doing something in a way that I would have regretted later. I love you, sweetheart."
"I love you too, baby," Phillip said. In all of the confusion, Nikki had not noticed that Mr. Jacobs had already returned home from work.
As she and Phillip stood there in the middle of High Street, Michelle Jacobs came over and stood next to them. She looked over at Mrs. Jenkins, and then back at Nikki. "Is everything OK, Mrs. Frazier?" she asked.
Nikki looked back at Mrs. Jenkins, still standing and gloating on her porch and said "Michelle, I have the feeling that everything is going to be just fine."
"Are you ladies ready?" asked Phillip.
Nikki looked at him and smiled, and Michelle shook her head, and said, "Yes."
Phillip put his arm around Nikki, and then Michelle, and they all started toward the Jacobs home. "I was right!" Mrs. Jenkins said. "Look at his arm around little Michelle. He knows I busted him, and now he is going to have to tell her parents. And that stupid Nikki. Still kissing him and hugging him after all that I told her. She deserves what's coming to her. If she was being a proper wife and taking care of her husband, he wouldn't be with those sluts and he sure wouldn't be 'robbing the cradle.'"
Mrs. Jenkins was still outside a half an hour later, telling all the neighbors about how she had to set Nikki straight concerning her "precious" husband, when the two police cars came rounding the corner with their lights flashing, and their sirens piercing the air.
"I knew it, I knew it! Jacobs always said that whoever did this to his daughter was going to jail." As the squad cars pulled in front of Phillips house, Mrs. Jenkins was so happy that she almost did a back flip. But to everyone's surprise, they did not go to Phillip Frazier's house. No, instead they walked across the street and came through Mrs. Jenkins front gate. They walked up her stairs to her porch as all of the neighbors looked on.
The Masseys came out of their house. The recently widowed Mr. Wilson did too. Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs, Michelle and Phillip and Nikki walked out of the Jacobs' house on to High Street to watch as well. Even the thirteen-year-old Patterson kid was there.
"Are you Mrs. Jenkins?" the officers asked.
"Yes, yes I am," she answered nervously. "Are you married to Mr. Edgar Jenkins?"
"Yes," she answered weakly, as tears started to well up in her eyes. Edgar now came through the screen door on to the porch.
"Edgar Jenkins?" they
"Yes," he answered. "Sir, you are under arrest for statutory rape and contributing to the delinquency of a minor." They handcuffed him and started reading him his rights.
Just then, Mrs. Jenkins let out a scream like no one on High Street had ever heard before. Her knees buckled under her and she fell to the porch floor, rocking, sobbing, and wailing as if she were insane. It was just the kind of scene that she would have relished, had it only not been her...
Thursday and Friday had really been something, but Saturday and Sunday were going to be "something else."
To Be Continued...
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