“Cum on this dick, do that shit,” Rico responded in a lustful craze.
I was bucking my hips in the air with Rico’s arms around me, holding me closely, our bodily fluids were about to be entwined. My pussy was still grabbing his dick as he pounded into me relentlessly, grabbing my ass, and it was so good to him that his eyes started to roll to the back of his head with my slippery sensation pleasing him nonstop.
He kept chanting to me how tight and wet my pussy was. Faster. Deeper. He grunted louder and I moaned wildly. I could feel his dick swelling more inside of me, it was about to fill me with his seed. I didn’t want to move. He uttered repeatedly, “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum. Oh shit, I’m gonna cum.”
It became a tune in my ear.
“I always wanted you, Sammy. Oh, god, I always wanted you. Oh, shit. Tan bueno. Que cono es tan bueno,” his Spanish rolled off his tongue.
A few more hard thrust in me and I felt his hot cum splash inside of me. Rico shivered from the sensation. He pulled out and fell against me, exhausted and drained. I came too. My knees were shaking and all I could feel was pleasure. I drifted in and out of consciousness. Rico gazed at me. My heart started to beat rapidly. We couldn’t turn back the hands of time. The dirty deed had already been done and the only thing on my mind was betraying Mouse.
What the fuck did I just do?
Chapter Twelve
Mouse
Rico not coming home was becoming a common thing, and I didn’t like it at all. He didn’t come home last night again for the umpteenth time and I was becoming worried about him. And I hadn’t spoken to or seen Sammy in almost two weeks, still not telling her that I was pregnant and wanted her to be my baby’s godmother. I didn’t know if Sammy knew about my pregnancy. If so, why wasn’t she calling me? What was going on? The night I was hanging out with our old crew, with us reminiscing about good and old times, I kept thinking Sammy was going to show up, but she never did. I was somewhat disappointed that she didn’t. We hadn’t hung out together and smoked blunts with our clique in a while. But without her, I still had a good time with Tina, Chyna, and La-La. Hanging out with them took my mind away from my worries. We had celebrated that I was pregnant. I wanted a night like that again, this time with Sammy there. But things were becoming different. I was spending too many days alone in this house and it was driving me crazy.
Also, the death of my father didn’t have me tripping. I knew it was inevitable. He was a bad man trying to change, but change wasn’t happening fast enough for him or me. I was so tired of the abuse, and then he being a fuckin’ faggot was a shock to me. Death was more of an honor than disgrace. And even though I hated my father I wasn’t going to shame his name. And he wasn’t going to be missed. But let him burn slowly in hell. Fuck him!
I looked at the time and it was almost noon. Rico didn’t call and when I called him, he wasn’t answering. This thing with him coming and going constantly, not answering my calls, being out in the streets doing God knows what, was becoming too frequent for my taste. I didn’t want to accept it, but he was changing on me.
I sat in the lap of luxury, with all the amenities I needed for my comfort, but without my man around to enjoy it with I was becoming bored. I imagined myself a few months from now, with my belly protruding and the baby nearing, how life was going to be for me, especially after my baby was born. I thought about Rico killing my father. I didn’t have any proof that he did it, but deep down inside, I knew he was responsible. What if they locked him up, gave my man a life sentence for murder? Would I be able to cope with it? It was a heavy and frightening thought.
I sat on the steps in the backyard listening to Keysha Cole’s Woman to Woman album and nodding to the track, “Enough Of No Love.”
What we had is now hers
Let her know she can have it
I thought about it and I would be damned if I let any woman have my man. I loved Rico dearly, and would fight for him. Was he perfect? He wasn’t, but he was mine. He took me from poverty and placed me in luxury. I was having his baby. His seed was inside of me and I felt proud, because I was the first and wanted to be his only child’s mother. And I wasn’t going to become second to no bitch.
I sat under the hot spring sun writing my next rhyme and rubbing my belly. I guess I was getting practice in. Thinking about this baby growing inside of me made me think about Sammy and call her. It’d been too long since we’d spoken. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed her number. Her phone rang a few times and she finally picked up.
“Damn, bitch, it’s about time you picked up. You tryin’ to avoid me?” I said with some attitude. I was trying not to be mad at her, but I truly felt something was wrong with her, or between us.
“Hey, Mouse,” she replied dryly.
“Damn, you act like you ain’t happy to hear from me. What’s up wit’ you?”
“Nothin’. Another day, another hustle. What’s up wit’ you?”
“Sittin’ around here waiting for Rico to bring his ass home. Have you seen him around the way?” I asked.
“Nah, I ain’t seen Rico in a minute.”
“If you do, tell him to call me. I know you don’t fuck wit’ him like that, but he startin’ to get on my nerves,” I said.
“Rico gonna be Rico, Mouse. You already know that.”
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t be trying to lecture me, Sammy.”
“I got too much shit going on of my own to lecture anyone,” she replied.
“I see. ’Cause you’ve been out of the loop for some time now. What, you was livin’ on the moon or somethin’? I got shit to tell you, and I wanted you to be the second to know.”
“Know what?”
“I’m pregnant!” I said excitedly.
“Pregnant?”
“Yup, doctors say I’m almost two months now. Shit, that means Rico knocked me up the minute he got wit’ me in April. That nigga got some potent sperm.” I laughed.
She didn’t find it so funny.
I continued with, “And you know I want you to be my baby’s godmother. There’s no one else but you I want in my baby’s life.”
“Damn, Mouse, you really fuckin’ pregnant by this nigga?” she replied gruffly.
“Yes, and it sounds like you ain’t tryin’ to be happy fo’ me, Sammy.”
“I am, but our music . . . us doing shows . . .”
“It ain’t gotta stop. Shit, it ain’t like I’m handicap, Sammy. I’ve been writing every day, comin’ up wit’ some new hot rhymes to spit. I’m just as motivated like you.”
“This changes everything, Mouse.”
“How it changes everything?”
“It does, Mouse. You gonna be a mother,” she exclaimed.
“I know, right.”
“How you gonna do this to me, to us?”
“What? ¿Perra eres celosa?” I said, meaning, “Bitch, you jealous or somethin’?”
“I just care for you, Mouse, and I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“I’m not hurt, Sammy, I’m happy. So be happy for me,” I said.
I heard her snicker through the phone, like my happiness to her was a joke or something. I couldn’t believe this was coming from Sammy.
“I’m sayin’, Mouse, you ain’t been wit’ Rico no less than two months and you already pregnant by this nigga,” she exclaimed.
“’Cause I’m in love, Sammy. That’s what people in love do, they fuck and make babies, start a damn family, like I’m tryin’ to do wit’ Rico,” I hollered back.
“And you really think Rico is a damn family man, Mouse. Like he gonna settle down wit’ you and live happily ever after,” she spat mockingly. “You is stupid if you truly believe that.”
I scowled at her comment. It was very hurtful. I was ready to go off on my best friend. Words could hurt so much. I went from a smile to a frown the minute Sammy started coming out of her damn mouth about my business with Rico.
“It sounds like you really fuckin’ hatin’ on a bitch, Sammy. Why’s tha
t, huh?”
“I’m not hating, Mouse, I’m just tryin’ to keep it real wit’ ya ass. You ready to play Susie homemaker to a womanizing drug dealer. It’s like if you was a nigga, I would be sayin’ to you that you tryin’ to turn a whore into a housewife. It just ain’t gonna work,” she said.
“You know what, Sammy, fuck you! Why you so fuckin’ negative? I thought you would have been the first person to be happy for me, but it’s clearly showin’ that you ain’t,” I refuted.
“Mouse, all I’m saying to you is, open ya damn eyes and see for once. You always get blind by this nigga or the next.”
“I am seeing, Sammy, and what the fuck you know about love? When was the last time you was in love and had a man in ya life? Maybe if you stopped being so fuckin’ picky and get some dick in ya life, then you wouldn’t be all up in my fuckin’ business. Pinche puta,” I shouted heatedly. “You a lonely-ass bitch, Sammy. Puta, perra tonta.”
It was a shot below the belt, but she came at me harsh, fuck it, I came at her even harsher. I didn’t give a fuck anymore. It seemed our friendship was being tested, but it was on the verge of collapsing over some bullshit.
Sammy sucked her teeth and came back at me with, “You know what, Mouse? I’m tired of always carrying ya ass.”
“You carrying me,” I rebuked.
“Sí,” she spat. “I’m the one always networking and pulling you in. I had so many chances to go solo, but I would turn it down because we a team. And now you get pregnant and fuck everything up. I was workin’ hard for us.”
“Bitch, go solo then. You think I give a fuck? I always been better than you anyway,” I shouted. “Besa mi culo, puto.”
“Pudrete en el infierno.”
“Pudrete, pinche cerda asquerosa,” I shouted.
Our argument was getting heated. I wanted to reach through the phone and slap the shit out of her. Sammy kept on cursing and shouting at me. It was getting to the point where our words were stinging harshly and we might end up saying something that we might regret.
“Bitch, you ain’t shit without me!” she blasted.
“Fuck you, Sammy. You ain’t gotta worry about being my baby’s godmother. They don’t need a bitch like you in their life anyway. Do me a fuckin’ favor, lose my fuckin’ number! Pinche puta,” I screamed madly. “Que te den por el culo.”
She replied with a few vulgar curse words before I hung up on her. Suddenly I became emotional. My eyes were in full-blown tears and I burst out crying like a baby. How did it get to this point with her? What the fuck happened? It felt like I couldn’t breathe at all. Everything was feeling restricted around me.
I thought I lost my one and only true friend in this world and it stung like a muthafucka. It felt like she was dead to me. The news of my pregnancy turned into this nasty and violent horror show between us.
I went back outside to get some needed air and feel the sun in my face. The neighborhood Rico had me in was so quiet and out the way from Edenwald. It would have been a headache to constantly travel back and forth to go hang out with friends. And I didn’t have a car or license. So I was pretty much alone from day to day. The only comfort I had was Sammy and Rico. Now Sammy was acting like a bitch, so there was Rico, and I was getting tired of his coming and going. I wanted to smoke but I had to think about my baby.
I heard the front door open. It had to be Rico finally coming home. I went to greet him. I was sad and upset. I frowned at him when he walked inside. Rico looked at me; he seemed tired, like it had been a really busy day and night for him.
“Hey, Mouse,” he greeted me lightly. I didn’t get a kiss or hug from him. Just a simple “Hey, Mouse” like I was someone he was passing on the street.
“‘Hey, Mouse.’ That’s the only greeting I get from you after you have been gone for so long, Rico? Seriously!” I spat.
“I’m tired,” he returned.
“You tired of doing what?”
“I’m just tired, Mouse, just let it be,” he said with a slight harshness in his tone.
“Rico, do you love me? I mean, do you really love me?” I asked with sadness and a dubious gaze.
“Yeah, I love you, Mouse. You about to have my first child. I took you out of the projects and moved you here. I provide you with everything you need. I protect you and I want you,” he proclaimed.
It was good to hear. I needed some assurance. Sammy had put all this nonsense in my head about him. I wasn’t stupid or naive; Rico was a good man. I had picked myself a winner. And he picked himself a good woman. I was ready to do everything for him, for our family and happiness.
Rico came closer to me. His eyes became softer toward me. He towered over me. He asked, “What’s wrong wit’ you, Mouse? Why you questioning my love for you all of a sudden? You don’t trust me? You the only woman I want to be with. If I didn’t, then you wouldn’t be living like this.”
“It just things did kinda happen so quickly and I was talking to Sammy—”
“What the fuck she had to say?” Rico interrupted me with a hard look.
“We had a fight over the phone.”
“A fight about what?”
“I think she’s jealous of me, Rico. I don’t know why, but it feels like she’s changing. I asked her to be our baby’s godmother, and then we started arguing, and I can’t even remember how the argument started.”
I was in tears again. Rico placed his arms around me and comforted me. I placed my head against his chest and sobbed a little. I felt that stinging pain again. It was so hurtful. I thought about Sammy. I was tempted to call her back and apologize. Maybe I’d overreacted.
“Mouse, I’ma be honest, sometimes people closest to you can be the ones who hate the most. Sammy’s a lonely bitch who don’t have shit in her life. What music? She ain’t poppin’ off like that, especially fuckin’ wit’ Search. And she’s showing you her true colors. You should just stay away from her, ’cause you goin’ one way, the right way, and she goin’ her way. I got ya back, Mouse. I already told you that I’m gonna invest into ya career. You better than her anyway,” he said to me with conviction.
Usually, I would defend Sammy and curse Rico or anybody else out if they spoke one bad word about my friend, but I didn’t. I thought maybe Rico was right. Sammy was starting to hate on me and show her true colors. When you finally have something special in life and you’re doing good then people say you’ve changed, when it’s really that they are the ones who changed against you.
“Don’t worry about Sammy, she’s the past and we are the future. We gonna be a family,” he said.
I smiled heavily hearing him say that. I wanted nothing more in the world but to have a family of my own. I never had a true family of my own, except for Sammy. But that ship done probably sailed and drowned. Growing up in the streets, trying to survive, was a harsh, scary, and lonely feeling. And the baby I was carrying inside of me was going to be truly loved. I wasn’t going to abandon them, abuse them, or hate them. I was going to really love my baby and become a better mother, a better parent to my unborn than my mother and father ever was to me.
I blew air out of my mouth. Rico continued to hold me in his arms, squeezing me gently. I exhaled. His masculine grip around me made me want to fuck him. But I had one more question to ask him. It wasn’t that important of a question, but I just needed to know. I wanted him to be honest with me and confirm my suspicion.
Before I could ask Rico my question, he suddenly kissed me. It was a heated kiss that made me forget what I was going to ask him. His tongue swam around in my mouth and he gently began caressing my body, with his hands sliding down my back and cupping my ass. He was ready to take me somewhere that I always longed to go.
I felt my body weakening with his sensitive touch. He picked me up in his arms and carried me upstairs into the bedroom. He peeled my clothing away from me and had me exposed to him like the stars in the night. He looked at me pleasantly for a moment. His eyes danced across my naked skin. His hunger for me was growing insi
de of him.
“Damn, ya so fuckin’ beautiful, Mouse. I love every inch of you,” he said.
I beamed.
He came to me and dropped to his knees. He pulled me into his grasp, wrapped his arms around my thick thighs with my belly against his lips. He started to caress and rub my belly. He then kissed my stomach and said, “This is us, our baby. My baby is having a baby.”
I smiled profoundly and exhaled. Rico was taking my breath away. He kissed my stomach again, so gently and lovingly. Then he rose up a little and placed one of my nipples into his mouth and began sucking it. I panted from the pleasure of his lips on my flesh. I touched the top of his head, played with his cornrows. My eyes closed, he danced his lips across my skin. He craved my body and it was my hot, wet core that was calling out to him.
“I love you so much, baby,” I said faintly, feeling his lips press against my womanhood.
He parted my lips with his tongue. Oh, God, he was about to do me the honors, which was something he never done to me before: eat my pussy. He lifted me up and I floated in the air as he carried me to the bed. I was placed on my back. I spread my legs for him and awaited my moment of reckoning. My pussy was fresh and ready for him to eat. I noticed the swell of my brown breasts as Rico lowered his mouth to my sweet center. My slippery and sweet juices started to flow freely. He kissed between my thighs and then my pussy lips were parted slightly, exposing my sleek and pink center.
“I love you for this, baby,” I said pleasantly.
“I know you will,” he responded with a cocksure smile.
His tongue tenderly flicked at my clit, and it sent waves of pleasure all through my full body.
“Oh, God,” I moaned.
He gripped my thighs firmly and centered his head into my middle. My body jerked and shook every time his lips sucked my delicate spot. The more Rico licked my pussy the wetter I became. I moaned louder and louder, squirming from the euphoric feeling that stirred up inside of me.
“Baby, I love you. I love you. Oh shit, I love the way you lick my fuckin’ pussy. Oh, se siente tan bien. Comer ese cono, oh shit!”
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