A Scandalous Philly Love Story (Part 1)

by Charisee Irons

  Ant: Well, just go enjoy yourself and when you get here I’ll be waiting. Love you babe.

  Me: Okay love you more.

  Ant had yet to meet my mother. And at this point, I wasn’t in any rush to introduce them. Let’s just say, I was embarrassed. She wasn’t invited to my wedding because she was, for one was MIA, and second, I just didn’t want his side of the family to know that I had crackhead for a mother, but I must admit, she looked very pretty and healthy. I couldn’t remember ever seeing her look so beautiful before because the drugs had taken over her life back when I knew her. She lost a tremendous amount of weight, and her face was sunken-in. She no longer kept up her appearance and just let herself go. Maybe I could get to know the mother that Cammie and Deja were used to having in their lives. When I finally walked into the house, everyone was in the kitchen, helping Grannie put the finishing touches on dinner and setting the table.

  “Well, there she is,” said Grannie. “You hungry, baby? Because dinner is almost done. I’m just warming up the food and making some corn bread.”

  “Girl, I don’t know where you put all that food you be eating,” said Deja, “but wherever it goes, you look awesome, baby sis. As you can see, I’m getting bigger.” My mother chimed in, “Yes, Dawnie, you look amazing.” I couldn’t remember the last time I heard someone call me that. It put a smile on my face to know she remembered that name.

  “Come on, let’s all gather around the table and give thanks before we sit down and eat.” My grannie blessed the food, and we all sat down to eat. We sat down, talking and laughing about old times, which kind of made my mom feel left out somewhat. “I can’t believe I missed out on so much of my babies’ lives,” she finally spoke.

  “Well, Julia, don’t you worry; you’re here now and can make new memories with them,” said Grannie.

  The kitchen was cleaned, the dishes were put away, and plates were prepared to take home. It wasn’t too long before Cammie and Deja were packing up their stuff to leave. I started getting antsy because that meant that it would be just me, Grannie, and mother left. Deja waddled by and whispered in my ear to lighten up, that it was going to get better. I hugged her and rubbed her stomach. We kissed one another as she headed towards the front door. I went to use the bathroom while everybody else walked out front to say their goodbyes. When I came back down, my mother was sitting on the couch. Here goes nothing, I thought to myself.

  “So, you wanted to talk?” I asked.

  “Yes! Would you please join me on the couch?” I walked over and sat down as she moved in some. “First, let me apologize for not being there for you, for placing you in so many uncompromising positions. I truly was sick, baby, for letting anybody—including myself—bring harm to you. I cried every day and every night, knowing how much of a horrible mother I had been to you, but, I want you to know that I was the one who called the police that evening when they locked up Carter. I wasn’t expecting your sisters to come home when they did, but I was thankful. I had set Carter up after seeing what he did to you before. I saw the look of fear on your face, and I felt helpless. I wasn’t ready for one of us to die that day. I was scared to move, and I didn’t know what else I could have done.”

  “You could have done more than what you done that day,” I said.

  “But that’s why I had him come back. I knew I had to put an end to this before it got out of hand. So, I called him first, then I called the cops. I told them that my baby girl was being violated by one of the neighborhood drug dealers. I just prayed he didn’t make it too far with you before they arrived. I was glad when they locked his ass up.” I looked at her, not sure how to feel because had it not been for her addiction, I wouldn’t had been placed in that predicament in the first place.

  “Dawnie, can you please forgive me? I would really like to start over and be in your life.”

  “You know, you left me to fend for myself. You just left me in the house at times with no food or money. You were gone for hours, and Cammie and Deja were out and about. I felt as if you hated me for being born. You took your attitude and your anger out on me. All I ever wanted was your love, but you stayed high or drunk and had people coming in and out of house at all times of the night.” I thought I had cried all I could earlier, but here I was, bawling like a newborn baby. I was screaming and panting for breath because I was so overwhelmed. I held on to all of this hurt and pain for so many years. It just felt so damn good to let it out. I never knew she did all she confessed to having done, but it made feel as if she really did care about me—in her own way. She leaned over and hugged me for dear life. This was all I ever wanted, to feel loved by her. My grannie walked in and said, “Thank you, Jesus!” She walked over to join us in a group hug. I stayed another hour or so, catching my mother up on some of things she missed out on, like the fact that I was married, and that I owned my own catering and event planning company. She was so proud of me. She even wanted to meet Ant. She also inquired about my services for her upcoming nuptials.

  My mother informed us that she was getting married to a guy who she had been dating for three years now. After glancing down at her finger, I couldn’t help but notice the big rock that sat on her finger. I must have really been blind because it was huge, and I only just now noticed it. I hugged her and congratulated her because she had truly found happiness. She spoke of her fiancé, Gerald, who was a big time radio producer. She met him not too long after getting out of rehab. I gave her my address, and we exchanged phone numbers, so we could get together. The wedding wasn’t until Dec 31st, so I had a little over seven months to plan a beautiful wedding for my mother.

  I finally left my grannie’s, feeling overjoyed and ecstatic because I finally had the much-needed talk with my mother. We still had some things to work on, but in due time, we would be good. I was happy to see that Ant was still at home when I pulled up. I damn near ran in the house, calling his name. He came running up the stairs out of his man cave, all out of breath and looking crazy.

  “Damn, babe, what’s wrong? You making it sound like someone chasing your ass!” he asked. He had a look of concern on his face.

  “No, I’m good, just happy to be home. I missed you.”

  “Girl, don’t scare my ass like that. I thought someone was after you.” He walked over and kissed me gently on the lips, then he took the bag out of my hand. He seemed happier to see the platter than he was to see me. He walked to the refrigerator and got something to drink and sat down to eat.

  “Why don’t I go upstairs and get out of these church clothes? I’ll be back to join you.”

  “Go ahead, sexy, and you do just that.” I thought I would take a quick shower before I went back down, too. Once I was done, I threw on a pair of gray boy shorts with a t-shirt. I didn’t even bother putting on a bra because I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was naked again.

  Chapter 9

  Cynthia

  Two months later…

  Things between Jonathan and I were going great. We were getting to know one another and enjoying our time together. We had yet to be intimate, though. There were times we came close, but I wanted to make sure that the time was exactly right. I didn’t want to just jump into bed with Jonathan, and then find out we had nothing in common. I made the decision to get my realtor’s license and I opened my own firm. I had been scouting all around for a small, yet, cozy space, and there was a location not too far from my condo that I had my eye on. I planned on closing the deal within a couple of days. I already began shopping for office furniture, fabric, and paint to make my office to look just the way I wanted it to, and Ms. Julia was helping me get things together. That lady was good at what she did, and her interior decorating skills were on point. I was very happy that Dawn finally had her mom back in her life. I hadn’t heard much from Marcy, which was unusual. I had tried calling her to do lunch, but she was always busy. She was always cutting our conversations short and acting standoffish with me. I made mention of it to Dawn, but she just said that Marcy may hav
e just been going through something. I made a mental note to drop by and check on her soon.

  This evening, I was cooking dinner for Jonathan, Dawn, and Anthony. I had recently moved and wanted to have a girls’ night, but it was hard to get Marcy on the phone. So, I figured I would do a couples’ night. I thought it was safe now to finally introduce Jonathan to my family and friends. A couple of weeks ago, I met his aunt and uncle, who he was very close with. His parents lived over on the west coast, in Seattle, and we made plans to go visit them during the holidays. I had spoken with his mother over the phone a time or two, and she was very friendly and down-to-earth. Whereas, with Eric’s mom, she couldn’t stand me; she felt that I was too conceited and always looked down on people. That was far from the truth, but she had her own opinion, and it didn’t matter anymore at this point. Anyway, I had the house smelling all good as I prepared lobster, steak, corn on the cob, baked potatoes, and broccoli. I had two bottles of wine chilling on ice, and I made my infamous banana pudding. I told everyone to try to arrive around 6:30pm, so I was a little behind. I made my way upstairs, hoping I would be dressed before they arrived. I took a shower, did my hair, applied some makeup, and put on this cute little romper that I picked up from Macy’s.

  I finally made it downstairs just in time to check on the steaks and the potatoes before my doorbell rang. I couldn’t hide the fact that I was happy to be entertaining my friends in my new place, and introducing them to Jonathan was a bonus. I had to hand it to Ms. Julia; she had out done herself when she decorated my condo. She gave each room style and made the whole apartment come alive. She made my new home feel just like that, a home. I loved walking into my place because it felt so warm and comfortable. When the bell rang, I opened my door and greeted my guests. Dawn and Anthony walked in, handing me a bottle of sparkling cider.

  “Should we take off our shoes?” asked Dawn.

  “There is no need; I have hardwood floors throughout the house.”

  “Oh, my God! Cyn, look at your place! This is beautiful.”

  “Well, you can thank your mom for coming over and handling her business.” Dawn looked around, amazed at the decorating job her mom had done.

  “Damn, babe, we gonna have to get your moms to hook us up, too,” said Anthony.

  “Yeah, she did an awesome job,” replied Dawn.” It wasn’t too long afterwards that Jonathan had arrived. I made all of the introductions and got everyone something to drink. We sat around, chatting and laughing about sports, entertainment, and the fact that Dawn and Anthony were expecting their first child. I jumped up, hugging my best friend because I knew the struggles it took for her to get to this point. She had been battling issues about becoming a mother.

  “Aww, I can’t wait to meet my godchild, so I could spoil them!”

  “Well, Cyn, you gonna have to get in line because the father here may put up a fight.” Anthony looked over laughing. Dawn asked to use the bathroom, so I pointed her in the direction of it. I made my way into the kitchen, preparing the table so we could have dinner.

  “Oh, baby, everything looks delicious. You really outdone yourself,” Jonathan stated. “And may I say the hostess is looking real cute in that romper?” He kissed me softly on the cheek.

  “Well, I hope everyone bought their appetites.” Jonathan pulled my chair out, as did Anthony for Dawn.

  ****

  Cyn, dinner was delicious. I’m so stuffed!” said both Jonathan and Anthony. “Little Miss Greedy is still eating her second serving of baked potato, corn, and broccoli.” After dinner, Dawn and I cleared the table, Anthony loaded the dishwasher while Jonathan took out the trash. Afterwards, we all retired to the patio to enjoy the rest of the evening.

  “Dawn, when are we expecting our little bundle of joy?” I asked.

  “I’m due March 24th, which just seems so far away.”

  “Well, count your blessings you don’t have to go through the summer months in your last trimester, I heard that’s the worst.”

  “Well, this aunt here can’t wait to go shopping and buy out the stores. What happened when you told your family?”

  “My mother and Grannie were happy. Cammie and Deja were excited, too. Deja’s baby will have a little cousin to play with.” It had gotten late, so Dawn and Anthony didn’t stay much longer.

  Jonathan and I made ourselves comfortable on the couch and decided to watch a movie.

  “Baby, you know you are wearing that romper.” He pulled me onto his lap and started placing soft kisses on my neck while licking my earlobes. I don’t know if it was the wine that was making me hot, or the fact that Jonathan was attacking my neck with his lips. He knew that was my spot, and I couldn’t resist the sensation I experienced between my legs. My panties were getting wet, and I enjoyed the way he was making me feel. I turned around to straddle his lap and started sucking on his bottom lip. We would always get this far and stop, but tonight, I was beyond horny, and I was tired of using those damn toys. It had been well over six months since I felt any sexual stimulation from a man. My ass was desperate, and I yearned to be touched and caressed. I whispered in his ear, “Baby, I think it’s time.” He scooped me up and carried me upstairs to the bedroom, placing me on my king-size bed. I sat up damn near ripping at my romper, trying to get it off. Then I reached over to unzip his jeans, releasing his nine or ten-inch friend from his pants. I just sat there, taking in how well-endowed he was and how sexy he looked. I slowly bought his penis to my mouth. I started licking around the mushroom-shape head as if it were my favorite blow-pop. I licked up and down the sides, making sure that when I reached the top, I made a little popping noise. I made sure it was sloppy wet, as I worked my hands really fast before placing the head back in my mouth and moving my tongue in slow motion.

  He was moaning with pleasure, as I bobbed my head up and down as if I were bobbing for apples. He finally pushed me back on the bed and started licking on my clit. Just the first touch alone pushed me over the edge. I was clenching the sheets, trying to push back, but Jonathan had a grizzly grip on my ass. As he maneuvered his tongue around my clit, he slipped two fingers into my wetness, pumping them in and out, and I started gyrating my hips on his fingers. I was on the verge of another orgasm. He lifted me up off of the bed with my legs dangling from his back as he held me up in the air over his head, slurping on my pussy. He had me up there as if he were bench pressing weighs. At first, I was little scared, but he reassured me he had a good grip. And he was true to his word. I lost my mind as he slurped and licked my sensitive spot, giving me orgasm after orgasm.

  When he finally decided to lay me back on the bed, he reached into his wallet and took out a Magnum condom. He placed the head of his penis at the entrance and slowly entered me. I was getting agitated because he was playing around and taking his time, and I was ready to feel his manhood deep inside of me. The wait was finally over as he finally slid deep inside of me. I tried to adjust to his size, but he started teasing me, as he put the tip halfway in before pulling out again, just to go deeper and take me on the ride of my life. He fucked me as if his life depended on it. As he delivered the best dick I had ever had, I cried out because he was putting it on me. Once he released himself, it felt as if he were coming back for more. I was curious to know if he had taken Viagra beforehand. It was well into the next morning when we were done, and my ass was sore but oh so satisfied. We cuddled, falling into a deep sleep.

  ***

  The next morning, I woke to the smell of coffee. Once I used the bathroom, washing my face and brushing my teeth, I went down to join Jonathan in the kitchen. He looked up as he was putting the last of the pancakes on a plate, with a gleam in his eyes.

  “Good morning, beautiful. I was going to serve you breakfast in bed, but you beat me to it. So, why don’t you just sit your sexy self down while I fix your plate?”

  “I see someone was in a mood to cook. What do we have here?” There were pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausage, grits, and home fries. “Well you cooked enough to feed an
army!” When he sat down, I reached over to kiss him, thanking him for last for the food.

  “Oh, no baby; I’m thanking you. Last night was amazing. I never felt so pleased and satisfied like that.”

  “Question though,” I said.

  “What’s that, baby?”

  “Did your ass take Viagra or something?” He started laughing. “No, I’m serious. At one point and time, I was afraid I wasn’t going to make it, but I ain’t complaining; I enjoyed last night.”

  “Well, eat up, maybe we can have a little more fun before I leave.” He gave me that look as he licked his lips, making my kitty purr. I was ready because he sure did rock my world. I never felt this turned on by a man. Not even when I was with Eric. It was all worth the wait.

  When Jonathan left, I was ready to lie down, but I still had some unpacking to do. Luckily, there were only two boxes left. In one of the boxes, there was a manila envelope, and I couldn’t remember where it came from. Then it dawned on me; it was the envelope taped to my door. I was about to open it when my phone rang. I placed the envelope back in the box to answer the phone. It was the broker letting me know that the date had been moved up to Tuesday. I would soon be the owner of a two-story building, and I could hardly wait.

  Chapter 10

  Marcy

  Tonight I was hitting the club, it had been a while since I was last here. I was looking to get into something new when I walked past one of the rooms. There was a couple entering into the threesome room, and the girl kept staring at me. She waved me into the room as she walked over to the bed. Her significant other stood there, stroking his brick-hard dick and licking his lips at me. She gave me this seductive look, as she crawled over to the edge of the bed taking my hand to join hers.