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All Mye Queen’s Men, A Sneak Peek

Brenda Stokes Lee

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By Brenda Stokes Lee

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Excerpt

A chapter from All Mye Queen’s Men, A Love of Her Own

Paul's townhome had a beautiful sunroom with a gigantic Jacuzzi. After a week of mid-term exams Queen was excited to finally get a break from studying and just relax. She decided the hot tube was just what she needed to unwind and chillax. Unfortunately she made the big mistake of disclosing her plans for the evening with her roommates.

Queen had purchased a florescent orange two piece, which after the infamous full length mirror check was not as modest as she thought it would be. Funny on the store mannequin it didn't look quite so seductive and revealing. Of course the mannequin didn’t have a big robust booty like hers. Nor did it have round, grapefruit size breasts which spilled over the top of the deep V-cut bikini top to form perfect cleavage.

"Lord, all my ass is out in this dam suit. Well, it'll have to do, because it's all I have and I am getting in that hot tube tonight." She groaned to herself. "Those Neanderthals will love this. I'll never hear the end of it. Thank God they're not here."

To her surprise, Queen arrived in the sunroom to find Paul, wearing Hawaiian print trunks shuffling through a large pile of CDs. Although his body was relaxed every cut of his muscular, lean frame was evident. He looked like a Greek god standing tall and erect with perfect posture and a flawless, chiseled body.

"God, I am such a lucky girl! Brains, brawns, boyish good looks, charm and a big old country dick. Who could ask for anything more?" She thought as she stood silently admiring the view.

Well, that was until Teddy entered the room. As he swaggered into the sunroom clad only in bright yellow bikini Speedo briefs. Queen could hear the sound of her jaw as it dropped on the floor and shattered like fine glass. She tried desperately to recover and put her eyes back in their sockets before anyone noticed them roll like marbles across the sunroom floor.

"Damn! Look at this nigga, right here!" She thought as she watched his massive frame come towards her.

Caught like a deer in headlights Queen's eyes were fixated on his broad chest, ripped abs, powerful thighs and overstuffed trunks. And for a split second she forgot that this perfect creature even had a head. That is until it chose to speak.

"Close your mouth before a fly flies in it." Teddy chuckled as his face brightened with a proud, wide grin. "Oh yeah, and you might want to get that drool off the side of your mouth while you are at it."

"What? Whatever." Queen retorted quickly recovering and trying to act disinterested.

"What's up with the towel Mye Queen? Take this shit off." Teddy said as he grabbed the towel and quickly unwrapped it from Queen's body in one fluid motion.

"Bear! What are you doing? Stop! Give it here." Queen yelled as she tried to retrieve the towel.

Paul looked around to see what was going on. "What are you two orangutans doing now?”

"Bear's the damn orangutan. Give my towel back, Bear." Queen demanded. "Unlike you some of us are a little modest."

"What do you need this big ass towel on for anyway? You can't wear it in the Jacuzzi. You might as well go ahead and take it off." Teddy responded as he held the towel high above his head while Queen tried to get it.

"Bear, give her back her towel." Paul nonchalantly replied as he continued to look through the CDs. "Leave her alone. She's shy. I don't know why. For someone who is built like a warrior princess she sure loves to cover up."

"Bear, give me my towel." Queen growled.

"Here take it. I just wanted to see you bounce up and down and make it jiggle." He laughed as he threw the towel to Paul. "Heads up!"

Queen playfully punched him in his arm. "Nasty ass self. Did you hear him? Bear's just looking at my ass."

Paul catches the towel and holds it high over his head as Queen runs over to get it.

"Give me the towel, Paul. Stop playing. Bear's goggling my goodies."

"What else is new?" He laughed as he keeps the towel out of her reach. Okay, if you want your towel back then give me a kiss."

"I'm not going to let you blackmail me. Give me my towel." She demanded.

"Wrong answer." He teased as he quickly threw the towel back to Teddy in a game of keep away.

After running back and forth a few times Queen surrenders. She finally figured out that they were deriving way too much pleasure watching her tits and ass bounce as she jumped up and down trying to retrieve it.

"You know what? Keep it! I don't need it now. You've already seen what I was trying to hide, so to hell with it. And Paul, you're just as fowl, common and nasty as Teddy." She snapped as she got in the hot tub.

Paul and Teddy burst into laughter.

"I don't know what you were trying to hide, but I know it wasn't that big ass. You can see that thing from space. Right now I bet some Russian astronaut is probably beating off to the sight of that fat ass of yours." Teddy laughed.

"Go to hell Bear."

"Don't get mad at me, you're the one that put on that bright ass, orange bikini." He teased. "All jokes aside though, Mye Queen you're wearing that shit." He acknowledged as he slapped hands with Paul.

"Thanks but, all jokes aside, the first one I catch talking to my titties instead of to me is getting slapped. So keep your eyes up here." Queen replied as she framed her face, like a picture frame, with her hands.

"Shit... You might as well smack me now and get it over with. Those things look like two giant fresh Navel oranges. Who the hell can look anywhere else?" Teddy confessed.

"I can't be responsible for where my eyes or my hands go when it comes to Mye Queen, so I am exempt. You, nigga, on the other hand better find somewhere else to look, or I might slap you my damn self." Paul warned Teddy as he joined Queen in the hot tub.

"You might as well go ahead and slap my ass too. You two can host a damn smack fest if you want, because I'm not making any promises where my eyes or hands might wonder to." Teddy laughed.

"Okay, you know I'm not playing right? Matter of fact, don't you have something else to do. Mommy and daddy need some alone time." Paul replied as he kissed Queen.

"You two must have lost ya'll damn minds. Daddy better take mommy up to his room or down to hers because Baby Bear is getting in the damn Jacuzzi. And as long as you two keep it down over there I don't care what you two do." Teddy declared as he climbed in the hot tub with them. "Unbelievable, Queen's going to squeeze those big titties and that fat ass of hers in a skimpy ass bikini and expect me not to look..." Teddy grumbled. "The damn astronauts can see that ass from space, but I can't look. What the fuck ever!" Teddy mumbled.

"They can also see the socks that you stuffed your Speedo trunks with, from the space shuttle, but you don't see me looking." Queen countered.

"Oh hell no! No, she did not say…. Did she just say what I think I heard her say?"

Paul laughed. "I'm not sure what you heard, but I thought I heard her imply that, that ain't all you. Maybe you're over compensating for a tiny, little shortcoming."

"You heard me, or did I stutter?" Queen retorted. "There's more stuffing in those briefs than a Thanks Giving turkey."

"Okay... Man I know this is your woman but there is only one way to straighten this bullshit out." Teddy declared. “There ain’t a damn thing little or tiny about me.”

"Don't do it man. She was just playing." Paul laughed

Queen was suddenly horror struck as she realized what Teddy's devious mind had contrived. There was no place to run or to hide. "Don't you even think about it!" She barked in an attempt to evade the inevitable.

"I can play about a lot of things but the ding dong ain't one of them." Teddy announced with a malevolent voice. "Because this is some of God's finest work."

"You wouldn't dare!" Queen challenged.

Teddy devilishly grinned as he hooked his right and left thumbs in the waistband of his bright yellow bikini trunks and rapidly slid them over his tight, chocolate ass releasing a deadly anaconda which purposely slithered from side to side a little better than midway his thick muscular thigh. Then he stood there, arms raised high for the world to see his spectacular physique. "What's up, Mye Queen?"

The good girlfriend in her told her to close her eyes tightly and look away. But the naughty side of her said, "Fuck that, this I have to see!" She watched in unbelief as Teddy stood proud before her butt crack, ass out, naked.

Shocked and speechless Queen sat there gawking, with her jaw unhinged. It was almost like time had stopped as she gazed upon, argumentatively one of the finest bodies she had ever seen. The size- length and girth of his dick alone was enough to make the average girl weak at the knees and wet in the bush. But, the total package, including his body, charisma and swagger was more than enough to make Queen wish that she was single. "This man is a fuckin freak of nature!" She thought.

Paul who was laughing hysterically finally recovers enough to put his hands over Queen's eyes. "Okay! Show's over. Put your damn draws on nigga. And put that damn thing back in its cage before you poke my girl's eye out."

"Right after Queen apologizes. What's up Mye Queen? Tell me something."

Queen who was still trying to regain her ability to speak somehow sarcastically conceded, "Words cannot say just how sorry I am." But, in her mind she finished that statement with, "Sorry I didn't meet you at another time and in another place."

Queen didn't really realize just how sorry she would be. The image of Teddy's nude body haunted her thoughts, her dreams and her fantasies for weeks and even months to come. Occupying her every idle thought she was convinced that she'd never get it or him out of her head.

To see what craziness these three get into, read All Mye Queen’s Men a Love of Her Own

About the Author

Brenda Stokes Lee is an author, screenwriter, novelist and a good old fashioned storyteller who refuses to let a trivial little thing like the truth come between her and a good story.

Born in North Carolina, but raised in the suburbs of Washington D.C., this writer is a Morgan State University graduate who currently resides in the Washington DC Metropolitan area.

Creative, funny and full of tall tales of love, mystery, fantasy, action, intrigue and grown folk's drama, Brenda is determined to make you laugh, to make you cry and most important to make you feel alive.