by Chunichi
I felt proud as I met the bondsman at the jail. I had exceeded Touch’s expectation. I got the money, talked to the lawyer, and got his ass that same night.
I waited patiently for Touch to walk from behind the jail walls. As soon as I saw him, I rushed toward him and jumped into his arms.
“What’s up, baby girl?” Touch said as I kissed him all over his face.
“Looks like your dick,” I responded, rubbing on his erect penis.
“Yeah, that’s all for you tonight.” Touch laughed, and we hopped in the car.
The ride seemed like it took forever. All I wanted to do was get home, get naked, and ride Touch all night long. I asked him how he had gotten caught, and he was pretty vague. I felt like he wasn’t telling me everything. I wasn’t going to push it, because I was just so happy to see him again.
Touch smacked my ass before we entered the house.
“You didn’t give my pussy away, did you?” “You know this pussy is yours.” I assured him with a kiss.
I was dressed in a trench coat. Touch didn’t think anything of it because there was a chilly nip in the air. Underneath my trench coat I wore a skimpy French maid set with a small apron to match. My five-inch stilettos added an extra touch. As soon as we entered through the front door, I dropped my coat.
“Damn, Jewel! You never cease to surprise a nigga. I love that about you.” Touch hugged me close.
I could have sworn within seconds his dick grew at least two inches. And it got even harder as I began stroking it.
After Touch stripped right in front of me, I quickly got on my knees and started deep-throating his dick.
He pulled my head in even closer. “Aah, man. Don’t stop.”
I knew just what it took to send him to the moon. My head was definitely like no other. The key with Touch wasn’t my tongue, it was the way I stroked his dick. I could make him come in less than five minutes. But I made sure not to give him too much because I wanted him to last all night.
Touch ripped my lingerie off and carried me up the stairs into the bedroom through the gardenia petals lightly covering the foyer floor and trailing up the stairs leading to the bedroom. My pussy instantly became wet. After he let me down, I pulled him onto the bed. I began massaging him, working my way down to his feet. After his massage I turned on the surround sound CD player. Jeremih’s song, “Birthday Sex” started to play. Touch’s birthday was a few days away, so this was an early present. I began dancing to the song.
Touch loved to see me feel all over myself. Popping my pussy in front of him was his favorite. Not being able to take the uprising sexual tension, he grabbed me up and lifted me up against the wall.
“Which titty do you want in my mouth while I fuck you?” he asked, sticking his thick penis inside of me.
“The right.”
For the next hour we had sex in every position thinkable. He literally put me to sleep that night.
For the next few days, Touch didn’t leave my side. Besides having sex, all he wanted to do was rub my stomach. After a while, it became quite annoying. He was truly about the birth of his baby. He was convinced it was a boy. I, on the other hand, wasn’t so sure.
Meanwhile, Rico was blowing up my phone. He’d been texting and calling me continuously. At first I was playing it off like I was in class and couldn’t return his calls or texts. But that didn’t work for long. All he did was start calling and texting at night. I was doing everything, from sneaking to the bathroom to text him to making bullshit trips to the store to call him. I was afraid it was becoming too obvious that something was up, and the last thing I wanted was Touch to catch on to what I was doing. I turned my phone on silent and ignored all Rico’s calls and texts. Pretty soon I began getting calls from strange numbers and private numbers, but I was on to that trick. I knew it was Rico. He was doing anything he could to get me to answer.
Finally I could no longer ignore it. I figured if I just answered one time Rico would stop calling. I snuck upstairs while Touch was sleeping, so I could answer Rico’s call.
“Hello?” I said in a soft tone, trying not to make too much noise.
“Hey, sweetie. Where have you been? I’ve been calling you for days?” Rico said before giving me a chance to respond. “I’m right in front of your house. I was just about to knock on the door when you answered.”
“Oh my God! Rico, no!” I panicked. I felt as though I was gonna shit in my Victoria’s Secret G-string. “I’m not home yet. I’m on my way, but I need to stop at the store.”
With Touch’s temper, if Rico had come knocking, there was gonna be a fight, possibly a death, and it sure wouldn’t have been Touch doing the dying.
“Okay, I’ll wait for you here.”
“No, I’m gonna be a little while. Meet me at the grocery store.” I started getting my outfit together.
On my way to the garage I peeped in on Touch to make sure he was still asleep. Luckily I hadn’t awaken him, and he was sleeping like a baby. I grabbed my keys off the kitchen counter. From the living room I looked out the window and watched as Rico got in his car and pulled off. I rushed in my car and headed out my neighborhood in the opposite direction.
I met Rico at the store. He’d beat me to the store, since I took the long way from my house.
“Hey, baby. What’s going on?” Rico said as soon as I got out my car.
I planned on going the distance with this lie and walking around the grocery store and shopping, hoping to bore Rico into leaving while I shopped for my house. But as soon as I saw his face, I changed my tactic.
I told him, “Listen, baby, you can’t come over. This is not a good idea.”
“What are you talking about?”
I took a deep breath in. I really liked Rico, so it wasn’t easy for me to tell him. “My man is back home.” I let out the breath I had taken in and prepared myself for his verbal onslaught.
From the day I’d met Rico, I had told him about Touch. Sure, I should have done things a little different and maybe prepared him for this day, but it all happened so quickly. I was hoping he would just go away on his own, but he didn’t. So I decided to just put it out there to keep him from getting killed.
“So that’s how it is, Jewel? And to think I really was feeling you. You didn’t even respect me enough to let me know what was going on. This is how I had to find out? Cool.” Rico simply walked away, got in his car, and pulled off.
Damn! That hurt me more than if he had gone off on me. At that point I didn’t know what to think. I expected and would have accepted name-calling or the standard “Fuck you!” but a dude talking calm, no cursing or anything, now that was strange. It unnerved me a little bit.
All sorts of thoughts began to run through my brain. Could this linger into something else? Do I need to tell Touch so he can protect himself? Hell, do I need to carry a gun to protect myself? I didn’t know if Rico was crazy or what. I’d just taken seven grand from this dude then dissed him. I figured it wouldn’t be long before he put two and two together and realized I’d used his money to bond Touch.
As soon as I walked in the house through the garage door, Touch was standing in the kitchen waiting on me. “Where did you go?” he asked after biting into a turkey sandwich.
“To the store,” I said, startled.
“So what you buy?”
“Oh, I didn’t get anything because they didn’t have what I was looking for,” I said, unable to come up with anything better.
“It must have been important because you left in a hurry. What were you looking for?” Touch wasn’t letting up so easy.
“Huh? What you mean?” I said, trying to buy time to come up with an answer to satisfy Touch and get him off my ass. “What was it that you were looking for at the store that you couldn’t find?” Touch repeated, like he was talking to a child.
“Oh, I was just craving for some white Oreos. You know, pregnancy craving.” I knew anything about the baby would ease Touch’s mind.
“Oh, okay.” T
ouch gulped down a glass of juice and headed out the kitchen. “For a second I thought you had run off to see a little dude around the corner or something.” He chuckled. “Don’t let me find out,” he said as he playfully smacked my ass.
I knew he wasn’t joking though. If he found out I had gone to see another dude, there would be hell to pay.
“Yeah, your brother.” I played along, relieved he hadn’t caught me in my lie.
Throughout the evening the private calls continued back to back. I had to wonder what sane person would spend hours constantly calling a person’s phone. Rico was really starting to scare me.
Later that night, Touch and I went to the store to pick up a few things. The whole time while shopping I couldn’t help this overwhelming feeling that someone was watching us. Especially as we put our groceries in the truck.
I scanned the parking lot but didn’t see anyone. I looked in the large windows of the grocery store, and everyone inside looked suspicious to me. I didn’t know if it was paranoia or what, but I was wishing I had a gun at that moment. It freaked me out to the point where I considered telling Touch about Rico.
Just as Touch started the engine and put the truck into gear, someone knocked on the driver’s side window. The knock was so startling, I screamed out loud and jumped in my seat.
“Touch, don’t open the window,” I warned and pleaded at the same time.
Touch looked at me like I was losing it. “The fuck you talking about?” He pressed the button, and the window rolled down. “Damn, dude! You scared the shit outta me and my girl,” he said to the man standing there.
“Oh, I’m sorry. It’s just that you dropped this before you closed the trunk.” The man held up a box of white Oreos.”
“Oh, damn! Good lookin’, my man. My girl would have been sad not have these at home. She’s carrying my son, and she got those cravings.” Touch was smiling as he took the Oreo’s and handed them to me.
“No worries.” The man walked away toward the store.
My heart was racing. I had thought for sure the knock was Rico about to blast away. I didn’t know what to do then. I couldn’t keep living on edge like this. I had a big decision to make–tell Touch or handle Rico myself.
Chapter 4
“Prank Calling”
Lisa
“Fuck you, Touch!” I screamed as I slammed the picture frame against the corner of the counter, shattering the glass.
I took out the picture of us and ripped it over and over again until it was in tiny little pieces. Tears streamed from my eyes. I couldn’t believe this nigga used me for a place to stay, for my money, and for my pussy. I really thought he genuinely cared about me. I’d had his back from day one then he had the nerve to put his fucking hands on me! For a minute I actually felt bad for calling the police on him, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized he deserved to get some time for what he had done to me.
After he flipped out on me I was determined to teach him a lesson. Yes, I called the cops on his sorry ass, but I wasn’t finished there. I wasn’t going to be satisfied with the cops arresting his ass. He needed to be punished by me personally. His personal life needed some fucking with. Little did he know, I’d been calling his bitch girlfriend, Jewel, whose number I’d gotten from his phone when he was staying with me. I knew the day would come when I could use it.
Ring! Ring! Ring! I called Jewel, expecting the phone to ring out to voice mail like it usually did. I had been calling her over and over again, basically harassing that bitch. I never left a message, I just wanted to annoy her. I hadn’t fully thought about what I wanted to do yet. I was just playing some childish games with her at this point. I have to admit it took me back to junior high school when I prank-called people. That was kind of fun.
To my surprise, she answered.
“Hello.”
I was taken off guard. I didn’t say a word. I quickly pressed the mute button on my television so there was no background noise. Couldn’t let her try and get any clues as to who it could be.
“Hell-fuckin’-o!” Jewel yelled into the phone.
Although I wanted to say something to her so bad, I continued to remain silent.
“If I ever fuckin’ find out who this is, I’m gonna choke the fuckin’ life out of you! Stop calling my gotdamn phone!”
I could feel the fury, yet it was so comical. It was working, I was unnerving this little bitch.
To avoid bursting out in laughter, I hung up the phone. I guess the average chick would call me a scary bitch because I never said anything, but that’s the beauty of it all. That bitch had no idea it was me ringing her phone, which was definitely some fun-ass shit. As the day passed, I continued to call Jewel’s phone, but she never answered again. For a while all I was getting was her voice mail right away. I guess my constant calling had forced her to turn her phone off.
Bored with the calling, I decided to take things to the next level. I logged on to my computer and did a reverse search using Jewel’s cell number, but nothing came up. Then I tried Touch. Still nothing. I needed more information if I was going to take this harassment to the next level.
“Think, Lisa, think,” I said aloud to myself as I wracked my brain. “The car registration!” I rushed to the kitchen and grabbed Touch’s keys. The dumb ass had taken my car. Guess he wasn’t smart enough to realize I would call and report my car stolen.
His car had been in my garage since he was on the run. He’d refused to drive it because he knew that was a sure ticket to jail. I pressed the key and unlocked the doors to his car. I looked in the glove compartment and saw the registration. It was registered to an out-of-state address, but at least I had his full name. I rushed back to the computer. This time I did a search using his full name and date of birth.
“Bingo!” I shouted as his information came up. I’d hit the jackpot.
I paid a $29.95 Internet detective fee. It was well worth it. It listed all of his previous addresses as well as relatives. I was even able to get Jewel’s information because it had her listed as a spouse. I leaned back in my chair, pleased with my progress. I felt like one smart bitch. With that said, I decided to call it a night.
On my way upstairs I decided to give Jewel one last call. “Here we go again.” I yawned then dialed Jewel’s number.
“Hello.” Like last time, I said nothing as I sat on the edge of my bed.
“Hello,” she said for the second time.
Again, I remained silent and lay back on my bed. Then I heard Jewel say, “Touch, come listen to this shit, so you hear it for yourself.”
“Hello?”
Touch was now on the phone. My nerves went straight to my stomach when I heard him. I didn’t say a word, but it took all I had.
“I’m muthafuckin’ sick of this nonsense,” Jewel shouted from the background. “This person has nothing better to do but play silly-ass games on the phone.”
“Yo’! Who the fuck is this?” Touch yelled in the phone, damn near bursting my eardrum.
I couldn’t handle it anymore. Hearing his voice made me lose my composure. “Your worst nightmare, muthafucka!” I said quickly then hung up the phone.
The plan was for me to keep my identity a mystery, but when I heard Touch’s voice, I couldn’t remain silent. I turned my lights off and got in the bed. I couldn’t sleep as I continuously replayed in my head what had just happened. I was too worked up. My nerves and adrenaline were working overtime.
Wow! Touch is home and didn’t even bother to call me. I couldn’t believe it. I knew he was probably upset with me about the whole stolen car and domestic violence thing, but I had thought he would at least call and try to apologize. Even if he wasn’t sorry, I thought he would try to kiss my ass so that I’d drop the charges.
Guess I was wrong about that. The more I thought about things, the angrier I got.
I quickly dialed Touch’s phone after I blocked my phone number from his caller ID. He didn’t answer, and I was sent to voice mail. After twe
nty attempts, I eventually gave up and headed to sleep.
As I drifted off to sleep, I thought, Touch just can’t come in and out of people’s life as he pleases. He would be so upset if Jewel loses that sweet little baby of his. Tomorrow, I’ll be sure to leave her a little gift on the doorstep. Vengeance is best served shaken up and cold. Touch will pay for what he’s done to me.
Chapter 5
“A Liar’s Lie”
Touch
“You ready?” I asked Jewel as she was slipping into a black minidress.
This dress was one of my favorites. It fit every curve of her body perfectly. I watched as she tugged on her dress, making sure everything was in the right spot. My dick rose as I lusted over her perfect body. I noticed Jewel’s ass was the same size, but her titties seemed to be two sizes bigger. But the strangest thing was, her stomach was flat as a board.
“Damn, baby! Is my baby boy growing at all?” I questioned. I knew Jewel was only a few months pregnant, but I at least expected her to have a little pudge or something.
“Touch, everybody doesn’t get big right away. Some women don’t even start showing until five months.” Jewel then walked into the bathroom, and I followed behind her.
“Well, have you at least been going to your prenatal visits and stuff?” I was concerned that something might be wrong with my baby. I would never forgive myself if something happened and we didn’t do everything we could to prevent it.
“Touch, please! You’re driving me nuts!” she shouted, obviously frustrated. “Go watch TV or something. I’ll be ready in a few.”
Not wanting to have a rocky start to the day, I backed off and did as Jewel asked. As I sat in the living room watching TV, I kept thinking about how happy I was about my child-to-be. I just knew it was a boy. As I came out of my daydream, I noticed the time.