The Misconception of Pleasure

Chapter 1) The Black Mary Poppins

Betty Ann Jones

Momma use to tell Betty never start your day till you give thanks. That is how you keep the devil confused. Pants on Betty snapped her bra and inhaled. “Dear god thank you for waking me up today. I am grateful for another day. Thank you Jesus, for waking my boys, family, and friends. I ask that you watch over my them, their dreams, and even my enemies.” Exhaled yesterday’s lessons, to make room for today’s blessings.

“Bang.” Betty stopped in her tracks.

The boys should have left an hour ago. She slept in late exhausted from the following day. Betty listened again before resuming back to her mediation. Inhale positive thoughts no matter the moment. That is how you protect your peace, the elders would say.

“Please bless the sick, insane, and those who cannot say no to temptation.” Betty prayed for the unfortunate too.

Betty saw the devils work up close daily. As a CNA for Faith University Emergency department, she helped save lives. “Please watch over me lord so I may continue to serve you.” Whether it be physical, mental, or street conflict. Betty Ann Jones saw the devils work up close.

‘Bang.’ A loud bang came from down the hall. Panic mode Betty grabbed her newly purchased bat.

‘God, I do not want to harm a soul.’ Alert, Betty opened her door slowly.

The extra protection had to do with a secret admirer stalking Betty. ‘But I will protect my home by any means necessary.’ It was only harmless notes and candy she never tasted. But she bought a bat in case he escalated. Betty brushed it off as a simple blind crush. Confused, she followed her ears right to her sons’ room.

“Oh baby.” The color drained from her face.

Today is one of the few days she did not see the boys off. She missed their morning routine of breakfast and conversation from exhaustion. Betty slept in after working a double shift. Sexual sounds burned her ears down to the drum. Betty had yet to fornicate in her own house. She did not what to believe one of her sons would be the first.

The door swung open traumatizing her virgin eyes. A naked woman was bouncing on her son’s penis. Betty felt dirty witnessing such a sight. She did not even know her son was having sex. In her naive thinking, she assumed they would wait till marriage. She totally forgot their teenage hormones.

“Oh Desmond”

“Oh heck no. Desmond?” Between the twins Desmond is her baby. Born second, he is the child that stuck up under her. The mama’s boy pushed the girl off his lap quickly. A handsome young man starred at her with a pale face and fears in his eyes

“Oh shit, mama. I mean shoot.” Betty turned her head ashamed of his behavior.

Betty was a teenage mom who preached celibacy to her kids. Their life had not been easy growing up. But she did the best she could. Betty finished school, raised two kids, and kept a roof over their house at the age of sixteen. There were so many sacrifices she promised to teach her sons to do better. Do not rush to be an adult.

“I’m so sorry ma.” She folded her arms not accepting his apology.

Back turned she waited for them to finish dressing. Betty wondered if this girl knew how drastic her life could change over a fun time. That is all it took for Betty to learn that love and sex were not the same. Their father used every trick in the book to win her over. Only to leave her brokenhearted when she became pregnant.

“I’m sorry Ms. Jones.” she squeezed pass Betty scared.

“Do not say sorry to me. Respect yourself enough to wait till you’re responsible and ready. I’m sure your parents will tell you the same.” Her head hung low in shame.

“Yes ma’am.”

“And do not come back to my house. Desmond is punished.” Betty turned her attention to her son. Emotional and upset that her boy was growing too fast to a man. This was his last year in high school. Betty eyes teared up realizing she would be alone soon.

”Ma I.”

In her feelings she waved him off. “I do not want to hear it. I’m going to be late for work cause you in here getting your rocks off. And why are you not in school?”

“Winter break ma.”

“Good. I want my house cleaned top to bottom and do not dot my door.” Work had consumed her free time too much to keep up with their schedule.

“Yes. Ma’am.”

“I do not want to catch your fast behind girlfriends in my house. I am not even doing that kind of stuff.” Desmond held back a grin as she said that.

“Maybe you should ma.” Popping him upside his head Betty walked towards the door.

“Do you know the diseases being passed around? Have you read about the AIDs rates? What about babies? You so ready to do the do but are you ready for the possibilities and consequences.” They hated when she started preaching

“Ok ma. I promise it won’t happen again. Forgive me.” Desmond promised her. She wanted to believe him, but kids are kids. Betty did not want her babies growing up on the wrong path.

“I mean it. Let that be the last time. Ok son?” She raised her eyebrow before giving him an air kiss. “Have a good day, love you.” Out the door Betty said another prayer before pulling off. The day started off crazy and she was not at work.

‘Be with me lord.’ The emergency room could be hectic in the blink of an eye.

To be a CNA you needed a clear head and quick reactions. You had to be ready for any scenario to happen. Patients with bad attitudes, gunshots, accidents, a bloody mess, anything is possible. Betty had to get her mind together. After catching her son in such a dirty act, Betty was not feeling like her normal self.

Betty took her job seriously and aimed to give her patients 100 percent. But today she felt puzzled by the events that happened earlier. No mother wanted to catch her child in a compromising position. She walked through the Emergency room jumping right into work mode. Anything to erase the conversation she had with her kid.

“Hi, I’m Betty your CNA, and I’ll be taking your IV out and getting you ready to be discharged. Let me grab a few things and I’ll be right with you.” She went about her duty, trying to recall her last sexual adventure.

There were none in the last sixteen years to be exact. Men lacked that wow factor Betty required to get in her panties. Her lust desired more than the physical parts of a man. Or showed more interest in her day than her big old butt. Old fashion, Betty needed a little substance before giving her goods up. Money did not move her panties either.

Betty gathered her supplies before returning to the room. By now the patient’s boyfriend sat beside her. Rubbing her hand and kissing her forehead. It was a beautiful sight seeing him comfort

“I’m sorry am in the way? I just wanted her to know I’m here.” The nervous tone in his voice spoke of love.

“Oh no you’re fine, and I’m sure she will be pleased. I won’t be too much longer.” He returned to the position, rubbing her head, comforting his woman. Betty craved a touch like that. One that appealed to her heart, not her private parts.

Betty wanted to be touched for a lifetime not played with for a quick second. Sex was a temporary fix that did not move Betty. She wanted a lover to call her own, a man to become her husband.

“Alright here’s your papers and you two have a good day.” In pain she shook her head, thankful. While her man leads the way out. She wanted a man who would love her in her worst days.

“One day.” She was not rushing him.

Betty wanted the man meant for her to court her. Without promising him a piece of her pie. That is what Betty was holding out for. Her very own fairytale in this cold superficial city. She stripped the bed preparing for the next patient. Betty dreamed of her knight in shining armor.

He had to have more personality than looks. She did not fuss over physical appearance. A man who put God first believed in chivalry and had manners. none of those qualities involved sex. Tired, she finished strengthening up the rooms before moving to the next floor.

Deep in thought she ran right into one of her coworkers. Randy Ramirez worked with Betty for years. as a married man he respected her space and never made her feel uncomfortable. Betty took a huge breath of relief before giving Randy her full attention.

“Uh Betty can I get your help with something.” The lines on his face were in distress.

Randy exhaled trying to keep his anxiety down. Whatever he needed had him fidgety. Her nervous energy had been transferred to him. A natural healer, Betty could not say no. Although not assigned to this floor, she had a few minutes to spare.

“Sure, let’s make it quick I’m in the ER today.” Taking out her phone she texted the charge nurse. Randy moved back and forth uncomfortably.

“Thank you, Jesus it won’t take long. Come on.” They walked to one of the vacant rooms.

Betty thought he needed some advice. Or knowing Randy ideas for an apology gift. He may have been a nice guy, but he was no saint. With a smile she followed behind Randy closing the door. For a couple of odd seconds neither one said anything. Randy stood there with an embarrassed expression. Curiosity got the best of Betty speaking first.

“Ok what’s up?” Perplexed, she raised her eyebrows.

This did not seem like a friendly chat. His shoulders hunched over. Guilt and pain written all over his face. As she waited for him to verbally tell her what was wrong, Betty prepared herself for a crazy story.

Randy’s a married guy who lived a single lifestyle. His kind was another reason she preferred to be single. While financially he took care of the home. Physically he did whatever his penis told him. She did not want to be with a man who could not be faithful.

Words could not express what he needed; so, he showed her. Randy dropped his pants showing all his glory. “Whoa, whoa.” Betty put her hands up, blocking what he was trying to show her. “Umm what the heck are you doing?” Betty’s hand flew to her eyes. She tried to erase the sight of his penis in her memory.

“I can’t get it off.” His voice was laced with concern. For himself and not her timid eyesight.

Puzzled, she asked. “Get what off?” Her eyes were covered. The twins were the last penis she saw up close. Randy would have to excuse her blushing cheeks.

“Relax this is not for you.” He pointed towards his Johnson. “This shit is stuck, and I need your help getting it off.” Between two fingers she peeked at him. A black rubber band wrapped around Randy’s penis. Tight enough to have the tiny veins popping out. It almost looked purple under the pressure.

Sexually inexperienced Betty was not sure what she was looking at. Why would he have a rubber band around his Johnson? Baffled her. “Umm what is that?” Embarrassed, she faced the wall. Betty wasn’t the type of woman who witnessed these types of things.

‘You can do this.’

They called her the black Mary Poppins. She did not stay out past nine nor did she go out clubbing. There is no drinking until New Years, never did drugs, and only been with one man. Betty closed her eyes and blocked out her inexperience to help a friend. She certainly was not a penis specialist of any kind.

“It’s a cock ring.” Randy avoided eye contact.

Still not fully aware of what that was. One eye open she asked him again. “A what?” Stress replaced the normal overconfident look Randy usually displayed.

Impatiently he glared at Betty’s clueless look. “A cock ring Betty a fuck-freaking cock ring.” He pointed downward then went on with the story. “Check it. I met this girl last night. Fine ass white girl into all type of freaky weird shit. We’re drinking. We go to her place, fuck, and.”

He closed his eyes pulling up his pants along. “Betty. I woke up with this shit on my dick. My wife will kill me if she finds It.”

Betty wanted to laugh but decided to spare him. Randy should have known better, sticking his penis in women that did not belong to him. “Why on earth would you let a stranger put that thing on your thang.” Betty sounded like his mother.

He rolled his eyes. The same eye rolls the boys did when she gets on their nerves. Randy pulled up his pants. “Live a little bougie. You know sometimes sex gets to you, overpowers you. Before you know, common sense is gone.” Right against wrong; temptation over good will.

“Well common sense should tell you that you have a wife and kids Randy to go home to.” Hands on her hips they squared off. Randy silently agreed with a bit of regret in his stance.

“I haven’t had sex with my wife in six months 7 days.” His voice dropped to a devasting pitch. “Do you know what blue balls feel like?” Those numbers were meaningless to a celibate woman on her sixteenth year.

“You took a vow.” Betty folded her arms unwilling to change her point of view.

Randy challenged her “When was the last time you had sex?” Shocked, she folded her hand. That was a close secret she kept.

“What??” He really did not want to know. Plus, Betty really did not want to explain.

“When was the last time you let a guy fuck you so good it brought tears to your eyes?” Randy folded his hands knowing she never felt anything like it.

Offended Betty replied. “That is none of your business Mr. Ramirez and that filthy mouth of yours has gotten you in enough trouble.” Betty turned to leave.

Everyone was so worried about her sex life. Anora her best friend constantly reminds her how sad, pathetic, nonexistent sex life. Her own son reminded her of the lack of intimacy. No need to add to the pity party. Randy pulled up his pants apologizing for hurting her.

“I’m sorry Betty Ann. how long have we been working together.” He did not wait for a reply.

“Long enough to have shared confidential information. I showed you my dick, shit the least you could do is tell me. Secret for a secret.” Clearing her throat, she dropped her head in shame.

“Since the twin’s father.” It was barely over a whisper, but she let it out.

“When was that?” He had known Betty for at least seven years now. She happened to be the only woman in the hospital rumor free.

“Sixteen or so years ago. And don’t you dare laugh. Mr. vibrating penis.” She turned around poking him in his chest

“Shit ok I’m sorry.” Randy grabbed her by both of her arms. “But Betty honey you need to get fucked. Let some young man fuck you till your legs are weak as noodles. Until then you will never understand this.” He pointed to his cock ring.

“I’m quite sure I don’t want any part of this. Looks like it might fall off.” By now the color of his cock turned purple from poor circulation.

“Now will you help me?” He poked out his lip

“Ok, what do you want me to do?” Looking at the clock. Betty did not want to be gone too long. There better be a quick solution or she would start planning to attend a funeral.

“We have to cut it off.” Cut as in snip? The thoughts going through her head did not help.

Mortified, she blurted out. “Your dick?” She covered her mouth. “I mean--penis?”

“Are you out of your mind hell no we are not cutting off my dick? The ring. the band. Betty.” He sat on the bed exhaling hard. “Promise you won’t say a word to anyone?” He begged Betty. Hospitals were like high school. There would be jokes for days about his penis.

“Ok I won’t.” She giggled a bit. “I’m going to get a suture kit be right back.”

“Betty no one.”

The door closed behind her and finally Betty laughed. Although his reason sounded like a poor excuse; it was still funny. What if Betty never left the ER? The possibilities of his wife seeing that would have been bad. Shaking her head, Betty was certain abstaining from sex was best. Men like Randy made it easy to do so.

As Betty collected the supplies, she spotted her best friend walking with a man. He must have been a new resident; his face was not familiar. Anora oversaw introducing the new residents to the Hospital.

‘He is handsome.’ Betty watched them head towards her.

He had the coolest, cockiest walk. One that resembled a lion stride, confident in his steps. Not on purpose Betty scanned his finger; delighted there were no rings. Anora leading the way gave Betty a chance to take him. Betty was not a fan of dreadlocks, but he fit his persona.

Betty tried not to stare or lose track of her mission. This man had a captivating presence she could not look away from. Mysterious with an inviting air that Betty never smelled before. The closer they came the hotter she became. His head up, shoulders back; he walked like a god.

They embraced one another. “Good morning my boop.” Anora smiled, happy to see her best friend.

“Hey Nora.”

The guy smiled but did not interrupt them. He stood there checking Betty out as she had done him. Standing up straight Betty hope he got her best side. Neither one spoke immediately, but His eyes told her he caught it. They were appreciating every curve they scanned.

“Hello.” Betty could feel her cheeks turn red when he finally spoke.

Use to running from men advantages Betty told herself to be sexy. Suck in the gut and make sure he got a pleasant view of her ample butt. Without being a werido Betty tried not to blow it. The way he watched her made Betty tingle. It was not obnoxious or too forward.

“Hi.” Betty managed to smile.

Instead of feeling like a piece of meat. This man made her feel adored. In this moment she was a queen admired for her statue. His eyes did not linger seductively; they gleamed in pleasure. And moved on. Betty almost forgot Anora was there till she spoke.

“What ju doing up here?” Betty was not assigned to this floor. There is no way Anora could find out about Randy’s sticky situation. She loved her best friend bust she was queen of gossip.

“I-I-I-I came to see a friend. ” Betty tried not to stumble over her words.

Too much is going on. She had to think of lie, ignore Mr. Too darn sexy, and rush to Randy before his member fell off. Out the corner of her eyes she watched him. He was irresistible good looking, and delicious Chocolate too. Betty stood there trying to answer Anora without drooling.

“Umm but what are you doing here?” Betty changed the conversation. “You hate the wound floor.” Betty put her hands behind her back. The last thing she needed was Anora questioning her.

“Ju know I’m only here to give a tour.” She pointed to Mr. Good looking.

Betty followed her finger to this fine creature. She could not take her eyes off his physique. There were muscles hidden under that lab coat. Betty swallowed her lust but could not stop checking him out. He had flawless skin which matched those pink lips perfectly. This man was fine on all levels. Exhaling, she kept her comments inside. She was not an aggressive woman.

Anora walked beside him. “This is the youngest, hottest trauma doctor. Dr. Ray. Do not let me forget single doctor.” He laughed at Anora’s exaggeration clearly humbled.

Outspoken Anora caught them both off guard. “You are too much.” He turned towards her. “Pleasure to meet you-.“Grey eyes smiled at Betty making her do something she had not done in a while. Wet her panties.

“Very nice to meet you. I’m, I’m, I’m Betty ” She hoped she did not sound too stupid. His voice was raspy, comforting but not deep. Oh yeah, a real lady charmer.

“Modest anyway, we--” A pager interrupted Anora.

Use to working a doctors schedule the ladies understood as he excused himself. With a wave of the hand, he apologized dashing off. Betty’s eyes followed him all the way down the hall. His chemistry left her wanting more of his formula.

Anora pinched a mesmerized Betty shocked by her friend’s behavior. Betty did not openly lust after guys. Some of her colleagues thought she played for the lesbian team. Anora called her The Queen of Cobwebs and prayed for her lady parts. Penis is a part of Anora diets.

Daily if the lord saw fit. Betty’s abstinence confused Anora sixteen years later.

“That is Dr. Yummy honey.” And yummy he was.

“Yummy? Really Anora.” Her friend nodded, rubbing her hands together. Probably tasted like Chocolate and unconditional love. She told herself to look away, not be so nosy.

“Yes, girl that doctor is delicious.” Anora was not lying.

Betty was intrigued by his presence, his demeanor. Shoulders of a small football player with thighs of a track player. Head held high; he walked with confidence.

‘Oh shoot.’ Betty looked surprised when he turned and waved. As if he could sense her eyes undressing him. Caught red handed Betty faced the floor hoping to go unnoticed.

‘Yummy.’ Fit appropriately. Everything about spokes volumes. Intelligence spoke volumes without speaking. Betty glanced at Anora who held a mischievous grin.

“Oh, shucks look at the church girl. Let me find out that Dr. Yummy is the nun’s type.” Amused by Betty’s interest the wheels begin to turn in Anora eyes. Betty shook her head no to whatever Anora was. For years Anora tried to hook Betty’s vagina up with every penis she blinked at.

“I know what you are thinking. The answer is no.” There flirty gazes did not refute her morals. Betty was not interested in anyone’s cheap thrill.

“Why not mamacita? Never see ju drooling over a man this.” She walked backwards. Doing her best to convince Betty to drop her draws.

“Not my type.”

“Dr.Yummy is every woman’s type.” Betty noticed Anora walking backwards. Up to no good she waved at Betty. “Gotta go Chica.” Something told her she would be back.

In a panic Betty called after her. “No, no absolutely not.” Anora zipped up the hallway unstoppable. Her country accent slipped as she chased after her nosy friend. Why is it so hard for people to understand that having a man was not life’s answer? “Anora Maritza Garcia you better not.” Her whispers fell on deaf ears.

Almost caught up to Anora, she ran into a stretcher and practically dropped everything out of her hand. The pain in her toe reminded Betty she did not have time to play. There is a penis waiting to be freed. Anora would have to wait, but Betty was going to get her. She did not want anyone to meddle in her sex life. Or the one that is invisible.

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