Single Ladies 9&10

by Blake Karrington

The mothers had really done their thing. Large crowds of people poured into the ballroom, and it turned out to be way more than what was on the guest list. Luckily, it was enough room and chairs to seat everybody that came.

  “Damn, dog. You really ready for this?” Lamar asked Darious while he rocked baby Jordan in his arms.

  Darious chuckled. “Nah, homie, I'm good right now. I could have chosen anybody, but I didn't. I chose her.” He nodded.

  “Nigga, that's the best answer you could have come up with. Anything outside of that, we might have been fighting up in dis place.” Lamar laughed. “But on a serious note, Tammy is like my little sister, yo. Treat her right, and no matter what, don't ever put ya hands on her,” Lamar said, poking Darius in the chest.

  Darius respected that coming from him. Lamar wanted him to know that she had men in her family who loved her and wasn't going for the abusive spouse relationship. Darius would get touched quick, fast, and in a hurry, and depending on the weather, he might get buried. He understood that quite clear.

  “Oh shit, homie, ya folks is here,” Darious said, nodding toward Falisha. The hairs on Lamar's neck stood up. He didn't think that she was going to come, but there she was standing right in front of his face when he turned around.

  He looked down at Jordan, fearing she was about to do something stupid and he would have to ruin the wedding by whooping her ass. Surprisingly, she showed no signs of a threat; in fact, she looked hurt. She leaned over and kissed Jordan's head then wiped the single tear that fell down her face. She wanted to hold him, but that would have made what she was about to do even harder.

  “I wanted you to know that I'm not going to be at the court hearing on Wednesday,” Falisha spoke in a sad tone. “I'm not going to fight you for custody, so you don't have to pay a lawyer. I think our son is better off with you than me, and I give you my word that I will never bother y’all again. Take care of our boy,” Falisha said, leaning in to kiss Jordan one last time before turing around and leaving. She wasn't even staying for the wedding.

  Lamar watched as Falisha walked out the door, and his heart dropped. He'd hurt her badly; she didn't even want to be a mother anymore, at least not a mother to Lamar's child. It was a tough blow, because despite what they were going through, Lamar did want baby Jordan to have both his mother and his father in his life. His intentions were only to have some legal rights over his son, but he had pushed too hard, and now he’d pushed Falisha right out of both their lives. He just stood there sick, sorry and confused, but the thing that he began to feel immediately, was alone.

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  Lisa's plus two was Naomi and Nate. It seemed like the moment they entered the building all eyes were on them. People who knew Lisa were happy to see her with somebody after all this time. Nate was a catch too, and had quite a few ladies huddled up, whispering to each other about how sexy he looked.

  “You know all these people?” Nate asked, looking around the room. “They are staring hard.”

  “I know some of them from the neighborhood.”

  “Uncle Lamar!” Naomi yelled, running across the lobby.

  After hugging and letting Naomi kiss baby Jordan, Lamar walked over to Lisa. He glanced from her to Nate with a curious look on his face. Lisa smiled then introduced the two.

  “A’ight Lamar, can you keep an eye on Naomi while I go find Tammy?” Lisa asked, looking around for Tammy's dressing room.

  “Yeah, I got her. Go and do ya thing,” Lamar answered.

  Then Lisa did something that Lamar, nor anybody else in the building that knew her, thought they'd ever see again. Right before she left, Lisa gave Nate a peck on his lips. It wasn't a major tongue twirling, lip locking French kiss, but it was a kiss none the less, in public.

  “What did you say ya name was again?” Lamar joked to Nate.

  Aside from the wedding, this definitely was going to be the talk of the night, and Nate was in for one hell of an interrogation once Tammy and Kim cornered him.

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  “Damn, girl, you rocking this dress,” Kim told Tammy, who stood in the vanity mirror putting on the finishing touches.

  Tammy didn't go with the traditional wedding dress like every other bride. She rocked an all-white pencil dress that came down to the lower part of her thighs. It was form-fitting, showing off all her sexy curves. On her feet was a pair of white Giuseppe’s with gold buckles, matching the gold trimmings on her dress. Her curly lion mane hair stole the show, making the whole outfit come together something fierce.

  “Don't be lying to that bitch,” Lisa said, walking into the dressing room. “She's killing that dress.” Lisa laughed as she looked Tammy up and down.

  She gave Tammy a hug and a quick smooch, trying to avoid messing up her make-up.

  “Where's Naomi?” Tammy asked, looking towards the door. “Oh, she's downstairs with Lamar and Nate,” Lisa answered.

  “Nate?” Tammy and Kim said at the same time.

  “Yes, Nate. I think it’s time I start entertaining the notion of having me a little boyfriend. Nothing serious, though. Just somebody to talk to and go out with from time to time,” Lisa explained.

  “Yeah, well we need the full skinny on that situation,” Kim said.

  “Yeah, but not today. Today is my day, heyyyyy!!” Tammy said, snapping her finger in their faces.

  A knock on the door got all three of their attention, then in walked Chris, shocking everyone. Tammy couldn't believe that he was there, and then had the nerve to look good, rocking a pair of True Religion jeans, a white Polo tee shirt with an oversized black horseman, and a pair of white and black Jordans to match the shirt. Louis Vuitton belt, iced out chain, even icier watch, pinky ring and a nice size studded earring for accessories made Chris look like he was a rapper on his way to a video shoot. He was thugged out to the core.

  “Hi ladies,” he greeted with a pleasant smile. “Y’all look good.”

  “Hey Chris,” Lisa replied, giving him a hug.

  Kim did the same, giving him a hug and a playful punch on the arm.

  “Do y’all mind if I talk to my kids’ mom for a minute?” Chris asked.

  The girls didn't mind. They knew Tammy and Chris needed a moment. Just in case it popped off, they were going to be close by.

  “Come on, Kim,” Lisa said, walking out the room.

  Before Kim exited, she gave Chris a warning. “Don't start no shit up in here, nigga.”

  Chris smiled, watching as the door closed. He looked back over at Tammy and shook his head with the same smile on his face.

  “You look beautiful,” he said, walking over to her. “You know, I always imagined that you would look this beautiful for me on our wedding day. I pictured us having it in a more romantic place than this, but I guess this will do.”

  “Come on, Chris, don't start. Today is my wedding day,” Tammy said.

  “Yeah, I know. I just wanted to stop by and show you some love, that's all. Com'ere,” he said, reaching out for a hug.

  Tammy stepped in, wrapping her arms around him. This really meant a lot coming from him. She didn't expect this much. “Congratulations,” he whispered in her ears as he held her tight.

  It seemed as if Chris didn't want to let her go, and Tammy kind of felt the same. It felt like this was the last hug they would ever share.

  “I love you,” Chris said, then placed a small kiss to the side of her cheek.

  That kiss was followed by another kiss to the cheek and then another, each of which got closer and closer to her lips.

  They squared off face to face. His forehead rested on hers. Her nose rubbed against his, and in a moment of passion, Tammy kissed him. In seconds, they were lip-locked, sharing space with each other’s tongues. Chris’ hands moved down her back until they reached Tammy's ass, which he immediately palmed.

  Tammy's pussy got wet at his touch, and before she knew it, Chris had lifted her up by her ass and carried her over to the futon. He laid her on her back, reached in and pulled her pan
ties off. Tammy tried to sit up, but Chris pushed her back. He pushed her dress up and over her waist, and wasted no time in planting his face into her pussy. Tammy moaned, feeling his mouth smothering her clit. He licked and sucked on it for almost a minute, making it even wetter than it already was.

  “We can't do this,” Tammy whined, looking down at Chris' head swaying side to side. “Oh my fuckin’ God, boy,” she moaned, throwing her head back. “I hate you.”

  When she opened her eyes, Chris was on top of her. He didn't even get his pants all the way down before he grabbed his stiff dick. With no hesitation, he pushed his long dark flesh inside Tammy. She gasped as it filled her canal. Involuntarily, her arms wrapped around his back.

  “Dis daddy pussy,” Chris whispered, pushing the tip of his dick up to her back wall. “Say it,” he demanded, looking into her eyes.

  One stroke, two stroke, “Who pussy is it?” he asked again. Three strokes, four strokes. “Say it.” he demanded. Five strokes, six strokes. “Dis daddy pussy. Stop playing and say it,” Chris demanded.

  Every stroke got deeper and harder, intoxicating Tammy's mind and body. She didn't want him to stop, but she knew he had to before they got caught. Seven strokes, eight strokes. “I love you Tammy,” Chris whispered. Nine strokes, ten strokes. “Who pussy is it?” Chris asked again.

  Tammy couldn't fight it any longer. She was no longer in control of her thoughts. No longer in control of what her body yearned for. “Dis ya pussy, Chris. Dis daddy pussy,” Tammy moaned, trying her best not to scream out his name.

  Eleven strokes, twelve strokes, thirteen strokes. “Damn, I love ya girl.”

  Chris' cum splashed inside of Tammy, causing Tammy to have an orgasm of her own. She bit down on his shoulder as the orgasm rumbled through her whole body. She knew she was wrong, but it felt so good. Having Chris inside of her felt right, and there wasn't anyone who could tell her anything different.

  In the midst of enjoying one another's tenderness, bathing in each other’s fluids, the front door to the dressing room opened, and standing there looking down at Tammy underneath Chris' body, was none other than ...

  To be continued ...

  About the Author

  Blake Karrington is more than an author. He's a storyteller who places his readers in action-filled moments. It's in these creative spaces that readers are allowed to get to know his complex characters as if they're really alive.

  Most of Blake's titles are centered in the South, in urban settings, that are often overlooked by the mainstream. But through Blake's eyes, readers quickly learn that places like Charlotte, NC can be as gritty as they come. It's in these streets of this oft overlooked world where Blake portrays murderers and thieves alike as believable characters. Without judgment, he weaves humanizing back stories that serve up compelling reasons for why a drug dealer might choose a life of crime.

  Readers of his work speak of the roller coaster ride of emotions that ensues from feeling anger at empathetic characters who always seem to do the wrong thing at the right time, to keep the story moving forward.

  In terms of setting, Blake's stories introduce his readers to spaces they may or may not be used to - streetscapes with unkept, cracked sidewalks where poverty prevails, times are depressed and people are broke and desperate. In Blake storytelling space, morality is so curved that rooting for bad guys to get away with murder can sometimes seem like the right thing for the reader to do - even when it's not.

  Readers who connect with Blake find him to be relatable. Likening him to a bad-boy gone good, they see a storyteller who writes as if he's lived in the world's he generously shares, readily conveying his message that humanity is everywhere, especially in the unlikely, mean streets of cities like Charlotte.

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