Double Dippin'

by Allison Hobbs

  Felicia stripped naked within seconds. Shane had grown accustomed to her muscular body. It no longer bothered him. Besides, Felicia hardly ever wanted to fuck in the traditional manner.

  She strode over to the closet and pulled out a four-inch-wide black leather belt and then sauntered over to the bed, passed the belt to Shane and lay on her back.

  “Why ain’t you laying on your stomach?” Shane asked.

  “I’m in the mood for something different.”

  “Oh yeah? What?”

  “My pussy needs a whipping.” She spoke in a manner that was as cool and detached as if she were instructing someone to mow her lawn.

  Shane’s lips stretched into an uncomfortable smile of disbelief. “You’re kiddin’.”

  “I kid you not.” She propped her head up on two pillows and closed her eyes as she blissfully awaited the first blow.

  Grimacing, Shane held the belt awkwardly. “Hard? You want me to hit your thing, hard?”

  Felicia opened her eyes. “Shane, my husband’s medication is going to wear off in a half hour, so our time together is limited. The reverend is going to be crying out in pain and calling my name. I deserve some pleasure until then; that’s what I pay you for.”

  “I’m just saying…you throwing me off with this. I ain’t never beat on no pussy before. I mean…damn. That ain’t my twist.”

  “Shane,” she said with a sigh. “Stop wasting time.”

  “Well, how you want me to do it?”

  “You can start softly—a series of soft smacks that increase in intensity with each blow. You’re not to stop until I cum. Understand?”

  Damn, Felicia was more throwed off than Shane had realized. He needed to be getting some extra cheddar for this freaky shit.

  Felicia settled back into her position and Shane hit her hairy vagina with the belt. The hair of her mons cushioned the blow.

  “Harder,” she whispered as she gyrated as if being fucked.

  Wanting to get it over with quickly, Shane put a little more strength into the next blow.

  Felicia cried out and then began to thrust her pelvis upward, gyrating and breathing hard as she awaited the next thrash.

  Shane hit her again and this time he almost passed out from shock. All of a sudden, Felicia’s clit popped out of her pussy as if awakened from the dead. Her clit looked unusually long—like a small finger, protruding from her vagina.

  Shane actually wanted to drop the belt and bolt, but Felicia was panting and demanding that he now beat her clit. He hit it softly. It turned red and looked swollen and now resembled the first joint of a thumb.

  “Harder!”

  Repulsed to the point of anger, Shane lit up Felicia’s clit with a rapid series of slaps. When she reared up and hollered, “I’m cumming!” Shane had never felt more relieved.

  Felicia squeezed her legs together, her body jerked in orgasmic spasms. Her protrusive clit had increased to the size of a small penis.

  Had Felicia’s little dick-looking clit suddenly started shooting off and ejaculating like a man, Shane would have had no choice but to kick her ass. Damn, she was a weird bitch. He wondered if she was on steroids.

  “The money’s in the bathroom,” she said in the throaty voice of a sexually satisfied woman.

  The money—six fifty-dollar bills—was neatly placed on the toilet top. Shane hated the way she always left his money on top of the toilet. It was disrespectful. Like he was such a lowlife, she couldn’t bring herself to pay him in a normal manner, such as putting the cash in his hand or even putting it on the dresser. He felt like she was calling him a ho of the worst type—like he was one of those dudes that hung out in public rest rooms trying to get laid. Whatever. Fuck Felicia and her buffed-up masculine ass!

  Not wanting to be anywhere in the vicinity when her old man woke up yelling from pain, Shane pocketed the money and made a quick exit.

  Shane spent more time at Kapri’s apartment than he did at his own crib. There were too many sad reminders at his apartment—his mom’s Bible was the most painful. Had he been able to give her a proper burial, he would have put her Bible in the casket with her. The way she went out wasn’t right. Feeling tearful, Shane rushed to change clothes and drop off some of the money he’d gotten from Felicia.

  On his way to Kapri’s, he purchased a twenty-dollar bag of weed and two blunts.

  Kapri had let Shane know that she didn’t approve of his smoking weed. She wasn’t aware that he occasionally snorted coke as well. Had she known that he dabbled, Kapri would probably start trippin’ and try to get him to enter a rehab. Shane laughed to himself at the idea of being in rehab. Then his expression turned serious.

  Kapri loved him. And being loved felt good. Hell, he loved her, too. He loved her enough to wife her. Shane smiled, imagining himself married to Kapri. It wasn’t a bad idea. But not right now. He still had a lot of running around to do—there were too many pocketbooks still out there that he needed to get into. But he was certain he’d be ready to settle down with Kapri in another couple of years.

  Driving Kapri’s Mazda, Shane called her from his cell. “You want me to pick up anything from the store?”

  “Haagen-Dazs ice cream,” Kapri responded. “Caramel Cone.”

  “Aiight. You want the big one or the small size?”

  “All I need is a single serving. I’m not trying to get fat!”

  “Hey, what’s wrong with that. If you get fat, I’ll love you more.”

  “Yeah, right,” Kapri replied, having no idea that Shane was dead serious.

  Later, in bed, Kapri ate ice cream while Shane smoked a blunt and watched the lions ravage the zebras on the National Geographic channel.

  “Baby,” she said softly.

  “Uh huh,” he responded absently, eyes glued to the TV screen.

  “I missed my period; I might be pregnant. I’m not sure.”

  Shane jerked his head away from the TV. “Pregnant? Already?”

  Kapri looked afraid. “But…I’m not sure.”

  “When you gon’ find out?”

  “I took a home pregnancy test, but it could be wrong. I have a doctor’s appointment. Next Monday.”

  Shane was quiet.

  “Are you upset?”

  “I don’t know how I feel. I know I’m nervous. Shit, on the real…I’m scared to death,” he told her with a forced smile.

  Kapri held out her arms and Shane eased into her embrace. He loved her softness and her warmth.

  “What are you afraid of, Shane?”

  “I’m not even gonna front, Kapri. I don’t know how to be a father. I don’t have the slightest idea. I wasn’t raised by a father; don’t even know who the dude is.”

  “I’m scared, too. Do you think I know how to be a mother?” Kapri said with a nervous giggle. “The important thing is that we both know how to love. I love you, Shane, and I’m going to love your child with all my heart.”

  Shane wrapped his arms around Kapri. “I gotchu, baby girl. If you’re pregnant, we’re gon’ do this thing together. Live together—get married, whatever. I’ll even work at that back-breaking moving company. Aiight?”

  Kapri nodded and snuggled up next to him. He handed her the remote. It was an act of love; he knew she didn’t share his enjoyment of watching animals rip each other to shreds. Bloodshed and mayhem were definitely not Kapri’s twist.

  CHAPTER 38

  Three months later, Shane and a pregnant Kapri got married at City Hall. For the first time since Dolores Holmes’s death, Shane felt a true sense of belonging. He promised himself he’d be a good father and husband. He loved Kapri with all his heart. She made him feel whole. Normal. Being with her kept his demons at bay. He gave up all his other women, including the affluent Felicia Bradley.

  Misty was long gone. Out of his life. They were too much alike. Both were big-time scam artists. But after Misty had tried to con him into a threesome with Brick, Shane had to question her sanity. He felt disgust. That shit was sick, she’d gon
e too far. Misty was the bomb, but she always tried to take shit to the next level, never knew when to quit.

  He shook his head, reminiscing about how Misty had gone ballistic in the bar when he bought that chick Nina a drink. If Misty had the slightest notion that Shane had caught feelings for Kapri, she’d transform into a wildcat so fierce, she’d be clawing at Kapri’s throat. Had Misty been aware that Shane had gone so far as to get married, there was no doubt in Shane’s mind, Misty would be plotting murder. A double murder. With Brick by her side, she’d be out to kill both him and Kapri.

  There was no room in his life for his former partners in crime. He was out of the game. He was now walking the straight and narrow, a working man, a married man, soon to be a father. Now that’s some deep shit. Shane shook his head in wonder.

  A few hours after the wedding, Tariq helped Shane move some of his belongings out of the furnished apartment he’d shared with their foster mother. “You want the TV, man?” Shane asked Tariq.

  “You’re kiddin’. You don’t want your wide screen?”

  Shane shook his head. “Too many memories. Besides, Kapri has two of those plasma jawns. I’m straight.”

  “Thanks, bro. This should put a smile on Janelle’s face. We can put our TV in the baby’s room. Lil’ Man loves watching Sesame Street, Sponge Bob—all those kiddy shows.”

  “Aiight. That’s whassup. My little nephew can chill with his bottle and watch his programs in private. Who knows. Lil’ Man might be hitting the remote trying to check out the porno flicks,” Shane said, laughing.

  “Lil’ Man might be chillin’, but it won’t be with a bottle. The only thing he drinks out of a bottle is water and he rarely wants to drink that.” Tariq scowled and spoke in a whisper. “Janelle’s still breastfeeding Lil’ Man.” Tariq shook his head. “Can you believe it? Our son is a year old and I keep telling her it’s time to put him on a bottle or let him drink out of one of those baby cups, but she won’t. I don’t like it. What do you think I should do, man?”

  Shane was uncomfortably aware that Tariq expected a response from him. He knew his brother was waiting for him to express feelings of indignation or anger. But all Shane could do was shrug.

  “Don’t you think that’s strange?” Tariq asked his brother.

  Shane frowned and shrugged, but didn’t say anything.

  “She pumps her milk out for him when she goes to work,” Tariq said, continuing to provide Shane with the damning information. “He was a premature baby; he only weighed about four pounds and Janelle’s still worried about his health. He’s cool now. Healthy as a horse. But she insists on feeding him breast milk—says she doesn’t want him drinking anything that doesn’t come from her. Man, I can’t do anything with Janelle. You know how she is—hard-headed.” Tariq looked at Shane intently and repeated the question. “So, what do you think I should do, man?”

  Shane squirmed. “Yo, that’s between you and your wife. I don’t know shit about that type of thing.”

  Tariq sighed. “I hope my son is drinking regular milk out of a glass by the time he’s two,” Tariq said with a sigh. “All this breastfeeding might turn him into a fruit,” Tariq said, frowning. He gave another sigh, which Shane interpreted as the end of the excruciatingly uncomfortable breastfeeding topic.

  Shane gathered and boxed their foster mother’s clothing. “I’ll just give Mom’s stuff to Goodwill,” he told Tariq. He picked up her Bible. “This goes with me,” he announced, holding up the worn Bible with reverence.

  Tariq scowled. “You just called Miz Holmes, Mom. I’m still trying to figure out when you and Miz Holmes got so close. You acted like you couldn’t stand her around the time that social services got involved. And when I told you she had done time, you fell out laughing like it was a big joke. What’s the story, man?”

  “It’s a long story, Tariq. Put it like this…I didn’t appreciate all she did for us back when we were young bucks. Being older and wiser, I recognized what I put her through, so I did my best to make up for it. That’s all I can say on the subject.”

  “You’re full of surprises, man. Who would have ever thought you’d be such a softy. I mean taking in an old woman and looking out for her like she’s your natural mother. Man, that’s something special.”

  “She was special,” Shane replied as he recalled how his foster mother had told him not to worry himself about what they were doing. She said it wasn’t wrong; that it was just different. He believed her. But he knew there wasn’t a living soul on earth who would understand how badly he needed her. As she did, he’d also take their secret relationship to the grave.

  Carrying three large boxes from the Rose Moving Company, Shane moved his belongings into Kapri’s apartment.

  Married life was pleasant—blissful. Shane worked as many days as he could, but often there were more men than available work. His lack of regular employment didn’t affect their lifestyle since Kapri still worked full time.

  Shane was fascinated by her growing belly. That his seed had caused her stomach to swell with life was amazing. He kissed her tummy, he sang to the baby, and he rubbed her feet when she was tired. Shane was every woman’s dream husband. And for the first time in his life, he wasn’t acting. Shane was a man in love.

  One night while making love, Shane’s lips traveled to Kapri’s ever increasing bustline. “Baby, I love your titties.” He covered her breasts with his mouth, kissing them and softly sucking her nipples. Heaven couldn’t possibly feel as good as Shane felt at that moment.

  “Oh baby, don’t do that,” Kapri said in a pained voice. Grimacing, she gently nudged Shane’s head away. “My breasts are so tender, honey. It hurts when you even touch them.”

  Hiding his disappointment and his hurt feelings, Shane wore an impassive expression. Being denied something he craved caused a feeling of anguish that was almost palpable.

  His own mother had frequently denied him her breasts, and the sensation of having a nipple withdrawn from his lips was a familiar stab in the heart. His mother had not loved her twin sons equally. She’d shown Tariq tenderness but did not hide her disdain for other son. The memory of her contempt made Shane furious.

  Rationalizing the anger he now directed toward Kapri, Shane convinced himself that he deserved a reward for trying to live a normal life. For months, he’d controlled his urges—his overpowering desire to seek out women with big titties. And he’d done it for the sake of his marriage. Kapri was an ungrateful bitch and had a hell of a lot of nerve pushing him away. His resentment toward his wife distorted his facial features.

  “You okay, baby?” Kapri asked when Shane ceased all foreplay, moved away from her, and sullenly sat on the edge of the bed. Picking up the remote, he clicked on the TV.

  “Yeah, I’m cool,” he said, but the air was tense.

  Kapri inched up behind Shane. She stroked his back, rubbed his arm, and massaged his scalp, but Shane ignored her efforts to get him back in the mood.

  “Since everything on you seems to hurt, why don’t get on the mic?” he said crudely. He didn’t move a muscle nor did he so much as give Kapri a fleeting glance. He kept his eyes focused on the TV screen.

  Kapri winced. “I didn’t say everything hurts, Shane. My doctor said we can still have intercourse. My breasts are sore, that’s all,” she said, now running her fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings; you know I didn’t mean to.” Her eyes pleaded for understanding but Shane refused to look at her.

  He yanked his head away from her wandering fingers. “Cut it out—that shit feels creepy.” He could feel Kapri stiffen. Good, he thought to himself. Now you know how it feels to get your feelings hurt. “You gon’ get on the mic or what?” His tone was gruff—impatient.

  Looking close to tears, Kapri slowly got out of bed, walked around the bed, and paused in front of Shane as if waiting for him to say something. He was silent. Kapri picked up the remote and turned off the TV. Shane still refused to talk or look at her. “Shane,” she whispe
red pathetically.

  “Yo, if you ain’t givin’ up no head, turn the TV back on,” he bellowed.

  With tears streaming down her cheeks, Kapri awkwardly struggled down to her knees and orally pleased her husband.

  As the pregnancy progressed and regular intercourse became uncomfortable, Kapri found herself on her knees on a regular basis.

  Bored with his home life and unforgiving of his wife, Shane was rarely at home. When Kapri questioned him, Shane would defiantly refuse to account for his whereabouts.

  Night after night, he cruised around in his wife’s Mazda. Shane became a regular at all the hottest night spots in the city. No longer faithful, he picked up a different woman every night. After sex, he always found a way to get paid, usually by requesting a loan, knowing he’d never see the woman again. And when a woman didn’t willingly press money against his palm, Shane would steal it.

  Shane wasn’t giving out any more free dick…or love. He loved only his brother, his nephew, and his unborn child. He planned to stay with Kapri for the sake of their child, but the love he’d felt for her was gone.

  One night while out on the prowl, he found himself missing his old lifestyle and decided to look up Misty and Brick. He figured they’d moved on from the house where they’d been renting a room, so he swung by Misty’s mother’s house in West Philly.

  “They ain’t here,” Misty’s mother said, scowling at Shane and rotating her neck. “Misty’s little ass is locked up for mail fraud and I don’t where that damn Brick is. He could at least help pay for some of these damn collect calls she keeps making. You best believe whatever scam Misty was involved in, Brick damn sure had something to do with it, too. If you catch up with him, tell him I said, he ain’t shit!”

  Shane was deflated by the news. Misty had probably gotten popped for blackmailing Paula. But as bad as he felt for Misty, he didn’t want to be implicated in the scam, so he turned the car around and sped out of West Philly. The last thing he needed was a federal case involving mail fraud.