Sydd~Playing The Other Side
Keywords: The, Side, Other, Sydd~Playing,
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*Chapter 1: Phone Calls & Photos*
A Phone-call.
'Have you ever considered playing the other side?' The voice was low. Sultry and disembodied—as all phone voices are. It seemed to play not only on Sydd's sense of hearing, but tactily across her earlobe itself. A whisper that carried heat; raised the small hairs on smooth skin; that softly tickled the inner-ear with promise....
Sydd knew the voice. Its soft, feminine lilt had graced this receiver more than once. Sydd was sure that she and the body of the voice had shared the same space, though possibly not the same intimacies. The voice had revealed that its possessor was at least intimate with a number of Sydd's intimates....that revelation was the only thing that had allowed them to get this far 'conversationally'....
'Have you ever considered playing the other side?' 'The other side?' Sydd thought.... 'Which side was that.... How many sides are there,' she mused....
She was silent for what seemed like and eternity. She spoke: 'What side might that be?'
The response was slow, but deliberate: 'Whatever side I might be on, Darling.'
Sydd was tempted to ask just who the hell was this. But she restrained herself. There was some fun in anonymity....
'And what does that side have to offer?'
'Come now, Sydian. You know exactly what 'girls' like you and I have to offer: brains, imagination, drive, good-looks, and several physical dimensions only discovered in intimacy....'
'If that's the case, why in the world would you assume that I've never played there?'
'The point, Sydian, darling, is that you have never played there with me....'
Here, the conversation ended....
***
The phone rings.
'Have you missed me, Love?....'
Sydd waits....
'I watch you, you know?'
'That would qualify as stalking....'
'Yes....it might. But then, you are such an illusive quarry....so sexually dangerous, that one can't be certain when....when, the tables might be turned....'
Sydd listened.... She could feel the heat rise; the sexual tension straining like taut cat-gut ready to be strummed....
'You made me quite hard the other day, Sydian.... No, I haven't invaded your private space, Love....that would be très gauche...and totally inappropriate. And besides, if you're as much like me as I believe you are, you wouldn't stand for it....in fact, this conversation, and all others, would be at its end.... No, Love.... My arousal is quite public....and, you do it so well....'
Into the silence, the line goes dead...
***
'Those pumps are a bitch, Girlfriend....'
'So when are we going to stop this bullshit and do a face-to-face?....'
'Sydian...Sydian....you surprise me.... Is that annoyance—anxiety—I hear in your voice? Then again, I do suppose we could shop together rather than me standing there admiring what you've chosen; what you try on; what you wear.... Hmmmmm, if we shopped together, maybe we could share the same dressing room.... I do so love public encounters....'
***
'Hmmmmm....a great game: stalking...,' Sydd mused. The long, white silk robe flowed over the white, heavy, silk sham thrown over the sofa.... A fire roared in the large fireplace. Though the robe was tied, Sydd's breasts were exposed; her thighs spilled out and down into stiletto mules. Her cock, thick and sleeping, nestled in the folds of silk....
'Turning tables...turning tables,' she whispered to herself.
She had called in a favor. She had asked a friend—a dear friend—for a favor. He had obliged....
'R? This is Sydd. I need you to do something for me, please....'
It was simple enough. Follow her for a weekend. From Friday evening til Monday morning. And take pictures of her background. Be unobtrusive. Stay out of sight. Don't let me know you're there....don't let anyone know you're there....
***
Monday evening. The phone rings. The voice is deep; sonorous. R begins: 'Your 'backgrounds' are quite interesting....'
Sydd chuckles. 'You've always known this, Love.... You've had more experience with my 'background'—or is it 'backside' than any other man I can think of....'
'Not quite what I meant,' R countered. 'I was referring to the backgrounds of the photos I took for you this weekend....quite interesting....'
'Before you go there,' Sydd cut in, 'tell me how you do it....'
'You know how I do it—quite well, thank you,' R quipped.
'If I could climb through this phone, I'd slap you....'
'Left cheek or right, or both?'
'You're insufferable,' Sydd sniffs. The audible contains nothing weepy. It is high haughtiness....
'Besides,' R goes on, carrying the play out, 'if I told you....'
'I know, I know,' Sydd comes back tiredly, "You'd have to kill me.... As if you haven't already tried with that big-assed dick....Tired, very tired, R.... When can you bring them over?'
***
R is quite interesting in his own right. More mysterious than Sydd ever hoped to be—which said a great deal.... And all with so little effort. They had been friends for ages—ever since Sydd moved to town. They met in a supermarket, where he genuinely thought she was a woman. She bemusedly, then as now, had to convince him that she was a bit more special than just a woman....that morning, wedged between the open trunk of her sports car—supposedly loading her groceries—she guided his hand to the ever enlarging and throbbing knot twisted inside her sweat pants....he asked if he could come check it out later—never having had the experience—or so he said.... The rest is history....
An intellectual...a traveler....a man of many skills....good friend in a pinch—no matter how many questions you asked.... And an extraordinarily fine fuck—on both ends of the noun....
***
R comes in, attended by Roscoe who bounds over to Sydd, rises on his hind legs, forepaws on her shoulders and commences to lick.... 'Enough already!'...as she pushes him down and pats his nappy head.... 'Roscoe....' His ears prick.... 'You're the real man in my life....' The tail bangs the floor like Tito on percussion....
'That would hurt,' R, with exaggerated pain.... 'but the dog is gay'....
Sydd leaps on his tall frame and begins the mock punches.... Roscoe wheels in circles on one haunch, a booming array of barking and tail thumping....Sydd and R's ritual before business....
***
R opened his laptop, stroked a key and it hummed into place.... 'Yes, Love, a quite interesting life....' Images danced on the screen.
'You were quite busy this weekend. My expertise, time, shoe-leather, gas, oughta cost you pretty....'
'Hmmmmm...that much, huh?' Sydd quipped. 'Take it out of my ass....'
R arched an eyebrow as if he were seriously considering it. 'This weekend's work wasn't that expensive....' He smirked....
'Then keep the tab running....'
'Damn! You got me up early and then you kept on goin'...what the hell do you run on?'
'Dunno....'
'Well, when you want to engage my 'services' like this again, can we skip six o'clock at the gym? I'm still aching and I only watched....'
'R....you are such a liar....I've seen your workouts...even 'participated' in a few....' On that last note, Sydd squeezed his crotch....
'Business...business....,' R muttered....
'Groceries...the Hardware...the coffee shop. The afternoon gets even more interesting....'
'How so?....'
'Imagine a guy—a black guy—trying to take shots in Vicki's....'
'You took shots in Victoria's Secret???!!!' Sydd's mouth fell open....
'I did say "imagine"'.... Another pummeling....Roscoe circling and hooting once again....
'Shoes...the mall...lunch...Spanky's....finally, the club. You don't go on like this every weekend, do you? That was only Saturday....'
'Not as a rule,' Sydd yawned. 'I only wanted to give you something or someone to shoot....'
'Well, that you did....and comparatively speaking, she was ubiquitous and gorgeous.... Didn't know you had a twin....'
'WHAT????!!!!' Sydd's head snapped. 'WHERE??? SHOW ME!!!!
***
*Chapter 2: Almost a Twin*
'Well, almost a twin,' R went on.... Damn! I had to keep rubbing my eyes and adjusting my focus....'
'Show me! Show me...dammit!'
'She's not exactly you....coloring is different....she's red where you're dark; hair's longer—that cork-screwed, spirally thing—but that face, and the body...it's like she's copied you...then not....'
'Would you stop it, and show me this bitch!' Sydd was as close as she would allow herself to becoming agitated....
R paused as he brought up the images; paused and studied Sydd's face as he worked a series of different panoramas on to his screen.... 'You really don't know this woman, do you?'....as close as he could come to being astounded....
'I can't tell you if you don't show me the frickkin' pictures....'
' 'kay....this is the gym....she turned up almost everywhere—almost everywhere.... You on the free-weights—how the hell can you press all that as small you are?—her, on the tread in the back corner—blazin'.... I'm not sure that even you could outrun her....'
Sydd nudged R and his chuckle out of the way....
'Can you enhance that?'
R brought the image into focus; enlarged it a bit. It was still blurred somewhat, but Sydd could make out something of her stalker....
'The first thing is to vary the pattern of your activities....,' that was R.
Still studying the image, 'the weekend was bait,' Sydd replied....Show me more....'
The corner, cross from the hardware....she was innocuous—unobtrusive—gray sweats, ball cap, sneaks....just another sista running Saturday errands...
Check-out in the grocery....R's shot was from the side, over Sydd's shoulder....an astounding pic—sharp, clear, detailed.... No sweatshirt; stripped down to her tank....bra-less, solid, firm, heavy-nippled tits, tearing at the flimsy fabric.... 'Fun with that one, huh?' she sidewised at R....
'What can I say?' he smirked.
The face had unbelievable focus....angular nose that bottomed in wide, African nostrils; lips thick and plentiful....the wide, wide sunglasses that rode those extremely high cheek-bones obscured the rest of a coppery/bronze face covered by the same color, wildly cascading hair.
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Keywords: The, Side, Other, Sydd~Playing,