I waxed then showered; now I was as smooth as a baby’s skin. I put on a red strapless dress that stopped three inches above my knees with matching pumps, red lipstick was applied and some red and gold dangling earrings.
My hairdo from last week was still holding up. I let Jamie, my gay beautician, convince me to let it grow out. Now, my two-inch hair cut was a four-inch one, but I was loving the new look. Maybe I should let it grow a few more inches and let Jaime work his magic?
I was looking and feeling good. I decided to leave my house at 7 PM. Atlanta’s traffic was horrible. That would allow me time to get to his place at 7:45 PM. This meant I would be knocking at the door around 7:55 PM.
After retouching my makeup and adding a little perfume just in case the humidity left a smell, I got out of the car.
Amir said he would be grabbing us something to eat from his family’s restaurant and to have his cousin, who is also his roommate, let me in. When I knocked on the door, Ivan was there to open it. “Hey now, look at you, looking all fancy and shit.”
Ivan’s, Amir’s cousin, English was a hundred times worse than Amir’s and he was a hundred times sexier than Amir, too. He was just learning English and you could tell because everything he said involved a curse word.
“Dat motherfucker went to get you some food before he jukes you.” I wasn’t going to listen to him tonight, so I went and waited in Amir’s room.
My phone rang and a 615 number came up. Knowing it was Nashville’s area code, I forwarded it to voicemail. Dre didn’t have my new number, so who in the hell could be calling me from there? It rang again and this time I answered. “Hello.” There was a woman on the other end asking for me by my first and last name.
“This is her.” The caller said she was calling from Nashville’s Police Department. I got quiet. “Ms. James, we were calling to tell you that Andre Burns was arrested this morning and has cleared your name of all involvement. We will not be calling you again until he is released, so please keep your telephone number updated with us.” Dre’s letter said he would turn himself in almost a month ago yet he was just arrested.
“Hello, Ms. James, are you still there?” I snapped out of it.
“Where was Dre arrested?” I could hear her typing. “Actually, he was found outside our precinct, sitting by the door and smoking a marijuana cigarette. His pockets were empty and when the officer asked him what he was doing, he handed him his identification.”
She chuckled like she thought Dre to be stupid. I don’t know why I felt the need to defend him, but I did. “Sounds like Dre made some arrangements before he turned himself in. It doesn’t surprise me that your detectives couldn’t find him. Hell, he watched as they raided my house looking for him, even though they never thought to search around the premises seeing he could have been hiding somewhere like the laundry room or pool house. Dre studied criminals and their ways of thinking before becoming one. I wouldn’t be surprised if his case gets thrown out in court! It’s really fucked up when the criminal is one of your own, isn’t it?”
I could hear the irritation in her voice “Is there anything else we can help you with?”
I replied, “No,” and she ended the call.
“So, if Dre is your man, what da fuck you doing here?” By the language used, I knew it was Ivan, but, to my surprise, it was Amir.
“You defend your man while he is on the way to jail under my roof, while sitting on my bed?” I stood up to get myself off this nigga's bed.
“Dre is not my man, Amir.” As soon as the words came out my mouth, I realized Amir just waved a red flag. He was jealous and questioning my other relationships with men. I’m sure he didn’t think he was my only one. I continued…. “And if he was my man, Amir, why would you care? We are just fuck friends. Remember? You said you don’t want a woman, you like to be free and I feel the same.”
Amir went from mad to pissed. “In my country, men have many wives or sex partners, but a good woman sleeps with only one man unless she is a prostitute.”
Hold the fuck up. Did he just call me a prostitute? “Well, I’m not your wife, this isn’t your country, otherwise, you wouldn’t need that green card. It’s America and I’m not a prostitute! I will continue to deal with other men until I am married, and I don’t foresee that happening.”
He opened his door wider. “It won’t happen; no man wants to marry a tainted woman. Get da fuck out!”
I grabbed my phone from his bed and walked out with my head high. On my way out the front door, his cousin looked at me while laughing.
“I’ll pay to juke that pussy, shit. See you later, prostitute.” I was so upset and hurt that I sat in my car and pulled myself together.
“Marcus, you think you can meet me around 9:30 PM instead?” He agreed. I rolled up another blunt, went and got me a three-piece chicken meal with coleslaw and mashed potatoes as my sides, with a sweet tea to drink. I sat in my car and ate.
Amir called me three times, but only left one message that said, “Savannah, I am sorry I said those words to you; please forgive me. I was going to ask you to be my woman tonight and then I heard you on the telephone. If Dre is who you love, I do not compete, even if I am out on the streets while he rots behind bars. Please call back and let me know if you accept my deepest apology.”
I laughed and continued eating my chicken. Amir and I would have had that argument tonight anyway. I would have given him the same response when he asked me to be his woman. It was fate for us to go our separate ways tonight and in that fashion. Who am I to stand in fate’s way?
Chapter 7: Positively a Negative
Marcus was looking good when I pulled up to the hotel. I had never seen him dressed up and I liked what I saw. He had on a blue and cream button down, long sleeved, Tommy shirt with khaki colored pants to match.
While we were away from each other, he went and got a fresh haircut; his face cleaned up and was wearing a very soft smelling aftershave that wasn’t harsh on the nose.
We checked in and then headed to the room. Once we arrived, he rolled up three blunts and we smoked them back to back.
He was drinking dark and I just had Sprite. I wasn’t in a drinking mood anymore. As soon as I felt high, I was ready to get this session started.
When Marcus went to the bathroom, I slid my dress over my head then climbed on the bed in my bra and thong. I positioned myself so when he walked out, the first thing he would see was my legs spread apart and my finger rubbing my pearl tongue.
I had my knees apart, in a sitting position, with my pumps still on. I wanted him to taste me. I started rubbing my pearl tongue to imitate the stroke I wanted to feel from his tongue.
The toilet flushed and I watched the door handle turn. I thought about moving my hand from my warmth so he wouldn’t know I had been touching myself, but I changed my mind. We needed to be on the same page and me stroking my pearl was the perfect indication of what I wanted.
“Keep going; I want to watch first.” Marcus had never seemed to be the foreplay type.
His request caught me off guard, but I continued stroking. With his dick in hand, Marcus watched the entire time.
“Let me help you out, baby.” He came and put his tongue in the exact same spot my hand was in. It wasn’t a competition; his tongue felt a hell of a lot better than my fingers. He was the winner- hands down. He licked me at a fast pace. His oral sex was wild; there wasn’t a set direction he wanted to go in and he covered them all. It was sloppy yet enjoyable.
I lifted my butt to bring it closer to his face; I had plans of slapping it against his tongue. Those plans were soon cancelled when he flipped me over to ride his face. There is nothing like a good rodeo. When it comes to riding a dick or a tongue, I’m game.
Marcus must have popped an X pill because he placed both of his hands on each of my thighs and began lifting me up and down on his tongue. To regain balance, I placed both of my feet back on the bed and got into a squatting position over his face and rode his tongue.
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br /> I was getting a full work out. I could feel my thighs and calves tightening with every move. That’s when the shaking started; I was cumming in his mouth.
One good turn deserves another, so I fell into a 69 position, placed his girth in my mouth and started sucking him. I had never pleasured him with my mouth before. I don’t know if I caught him off guard or if my head was just superb, but within the first minute, he sat up, removed it from of my mouth and nutted on the bed.
Standing up, shaking, squeezing and slightly pulling on his dick to get the remaining fluid out, he looked at me
“Savannah, your head is killer, girl, go bend over the desk; I got something for you.” He grabbed his pants and pulled out the condom. I watched as he put it on. He was hard as steel as if he hadn’t exploded at all.
Apparently, I was moving too slow because he threw out the thought of me walking to the desk and bent me over the night stand.
He was in a zone, his eyes were rolling in the back of his head and he kept licking his lips. Now I knew why he always sexed me with dark shades on, the light fucked with his eyes and he wasn’t able to control their movement on X.
He turned into a monster. I had to beg him to stop for a second to put the Gideon Bible away that he had my face lying on. I’m a cold blooded sister, but I have boundaries. There will be no fucking on the good word!
The sex hadn’t changed since our last fuck. It was good, but it wasn’t great. I had to mentally make myself cum and, as usual, the man thinks he did something because I came while he was inside of me. I hadn’t been feeling like myself lately so I let him believe whatever he wanted and promised to pretend to be sleepy as soon as he caught his next nut. Once he reached for another condom, I stopped him dead in his tracks.
“Marcus, baby, I can’t take no more. Let me get a breather.” He smiled and walked toward the bathroom. “Okay, boo, I’m sorry- that’s just the beast in me.”
He closed the bathroom door behind him and I bit my tongue to stop myself from hurting his feelings. Not like I cared but I had already exchanged words with one man tonight. I thought I’d take a break from my next confrontation.
Saturday was a much better day for me. I woke up with my period. Marcus might not have been a 10 in my book but his seven was enough to bring my period down. I was so happy I kissed his cheek on my way out the door.
The next three months had me so busy that I didn’t have time to do anything but work. I had convinced Mr. Nguyen from Strax Industries that I needed more time to decide and, since we had a year to prepare, I would have an answer about moving to California within the next six months, of which I still had three remaining.
I hadn’t had time to shop, have sex or workout. I was horny, had gained at least 20 pounds that were visible in my butt and breasts and needed some clothes that fit.
I had cancelled two gynecology appointments due to timing. Now I finally had time to go and get my STD scan. I was happy I didn’t have to get a pregnancy test followed by an abortion.
My period was back on track and coming like clockwork again. I had some bleeding at least once a month.
When I walked into Dr. Davis’ office, I was surrounded by pregnant women. The women that weren’t pregnant that were my age or younger, I tried to guess what they could be visiting for.
There were a few teenage girls with their mothers. The ones who were smiling, I assumed, were there to get on birth control and the ones who looked on the verge of tears where either pregnant, had an STD or were there to see if they had been sexually active.
One of the girls sitting next to me tapped me on the shoulder to get my attention. “That lady over there wants you.”
I turned to face a 50-year old white woman who was sitting next to a 20-something, visibly pregnant woman. She must have been due any day. The lady who wanted my attention looked of age and wisdom. On her face, was a freshly baked homemade apple pie smile.
“How many months are you, sweetheart? This is my eighth grandchild. I still can’t believe the baby of my six children is about to be a mother.”
I wasn’t trying to be smart, but that was really rude of her to assume I was pregnant because I was a few pounds heavy. I rolled my eyes. “I’m not pregnant,” I replied, and turned my back to her.
“I’m sorry, sweetie; I didn’t mean to offend you. You’re glowing. I just thought it looked like a pregnancy glow.”
I cut her off. “Well, it’s not.”
Stephanie had told me the extra weight had me glowing last week. Maybe the shea butter was finally working.
When the nurse called me back, she asked me to pee in a cup and meet her in room seven when I was done. She took my weight and I had gained 25 pounds in five months. I made a vow to work out soon as I left.
“Ms. James, we have you scheduled for a full physical and STD screening, a part of our screening is a questionnaire. You seem like you don’t need help with it, so I will leave you to complete it. I will return in five minutes.”
The questions on this form were so intimate. How many sex partners had you had in the last 12 months? I didn’t have to think to answer this question. Going backward, it was Marcus, Stephanie, Dre, Amir, Gina, and the one night stand I had with whatever his name was in New Orleans.
Compared to last year, I had been a saint when it came to being sexual. I did a lot of traveling last year which led to a lot of one night stands.
I had gotten to the last question when the nurse returned. “Change into this gown and leave the front open.” She scanned over my questionnaire and I watched her eyes open wide, but she got herself together and played it off like it didn’t happen.
“The doctor asked me to draw a little blood from you and send it to the lab so you can get all your results today like you requested.” I extended my arm and turned my head.
When she finished, she said, “I will be back once Dr. Davis is done. We should be able to get you into an ultrasound today. They are not that busy.”
I guess a full physical included an ultrasound of my uterus to check for cervical cancer. That is why I loved my GYN clinic; they were so thorough.
Dr. Davis was the sexiest female doctor I had ever seen. She was about 40 years old, 5 feet 11inches tall, about 155 pounds, ex-college basketball star, with a gap between her two front teeth; but, it was sexy on her oval face. A no nonsense type of woman. She fussed me down the last time I got an abortion. She told me if I kept getting abortions when I really wanted to have a baby, I wouldn’t be able to have one. Silently I prayed that would be the case so I wouldn’t have to worry about taking care of nobody but me. She walked in and greeted me with a smile. “How are you, Ms. James?” I greeted her back.
“So, where do we begin? I made you my last patient for today since there is so much to do.” She grabbed my chart and sat down looking over my questionnaire.
“Four men, two women. Those numbers are down from last year,” she said with a wink. Thank God for the doctor/patient confidentiality. I could tell her anything and if she exposed it without my consent, she could lose her license. She turned the page, read for a little bit and stepped out the room. She returned with the nurse.
“I’m going to send you to take your ultrasound before I continue. That will allow time for your blood test to return. Daisy will take you to have it done and I will see you when you make it back.”
This is why I will never get pregnant. The ultrasound technician put some kind of gooey, cold, gel stuff on my stomach and pressed down on my stomach with her ultrasound instrument. To make matters worse, she stuck a probe into my vagina while I sat on my balled up fists. I love the word pussy, but the way this exam made me feel, vagina would be more suiting. “Does everything look okay?” It was like I was talking to myself.
The technician didn’t respond. “Can you hear? I said does everything look okay?” She pulled the iPod headphone out of her ears. “I’m sorry; I’m not at liberty to say, the doctor will go over the results with you”.
Daisy too
k me back upstairs to my room. I sat there for 30 minutes before Dr. Davis came back in with my labs and ultrasound results.
“Savannah, did you have a normal period last month?” I shook my head yes. “Why do you ask? Is something wrong?”
She asked the nurse to give us a minute. “I have not done your pelvic exam yet, but there are some things we need to talk about.”
She moved closer to me. “Your urine test came back with high hCG levels. So I ordered the blood work which confirmed my suspicions.” I didn’t know what she was talking about but my heart started beating fast.
“What is hCG? Does it have anything to do with HIV or AIDS?” She shook her head. “Your AIDS and HIV test came back negative and you will be tested again in six months.”
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