She heard Stacy’s violent hurls and went to the kitchen to prepare some soup. She never heard of someone having the stomach flu in the summer, but assumed it was a fluke.
“At least it’s not the nine month flu,” she giggled to herself before reality hit her and the can hit the floor.
She couldn’t remember Stacy coming on her cycle since the threesome. Blinded with rage she stormed into the bedroom with her eyes blazing. Stacy was wiping her mouth and looking at her with scared, knowing eyes. Her eyes didn’t have to give her away because her glow and clear skin did a great job.
“I can’t believe you Stacy,” Janelle screamed.
Stacy tried to open her mouth to explain but Janelle continued calling her every foul name she could think of. A couple Stacy believed she made up. Coming to the conclusion that trying to talk was pointless, Stacy simply endured.
“You don’t even fucking care,” Janelle screamed after ten minutes of rage.
“I do care,” Stacy protested before Janelle quickly called her a liar.
The room began to spin Janelle was so furious. She couldn’t believe Stacy would cheat on her, let alone get pregnant.
After several moments Stacy resigned from the awkward stare down.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going,” Janelle spat grabbing her arm.
Stacy looked at her arm then into her lover’s eyes and stated tiredly, “Janelle its over.”
Not caring if Janelle had a reply she walked to the bedroom and began to pack.
“No this bitch didn’t,” Janelle mumbled in total disbelief. Stomping to the bedroom she laughed once she reached the doorway. “So you think Chad is going to want you and your confused ass baby? You were a fuck Stacy, nothing more and nothing less,” she continued gaining momentum, while a hurt Stacy continued to pack.
“A dumb fuck I might add since you got pregnant,” she laughed in a mean and throaty tone. “Give a bi…,” was all Janelle got off before she saw stars.
Stacy had hit her with a mean uppercut right on her chin.
“I will not be another bitch,” Stacy hissed with hot tears rolling out of her eyes. Grabbing her suitcase she walked out of the house and into the scary world.
Chapter Nine
Times like this made Stacy happy that she had a car. She knew she should have been paying attention while she drove but she was thinking. No radio, no regards of the outside world, just her and the open road. Pregnant? A baby? Her? It was impossible. She was not mother material. She never met her own mother. She made the ultimate sacrifice when she had her.
“Naw, I’m not pregnant,” she concluded aloud.
Yeah her period had been late and she had been a little moody but she was stressing a lot and was in a relationship with a man for the first time. Hearing the song Closer bellow from her phone she rolled her eyes. She knew it was Janelle and at this moment she wanted to be anything but close to Janelle.
“I can’t deal with her now,” she hissed as she pressed the ignore button.
She didn’t plan on getting pregnant on but she was. The question was if she was going to keep it. She said she would never have an abortion. Ms. Mary always said never say never, and now she understood why.
It was so easy for her to judge others and say they were stupid, but now she was considering calling the clinic. The knock on her window made her jump. Turning her head she couldn’t help the tears falling from her eyes.
“You wanna get out the car waterhead,” Riley asked with a lazy smile on his face.
Stacy shook her head no. You always do this shit, she scolded herself. Whenever there was a problem she wound up on Riley’s doorstep, well driveway, but same thing.
“Don’t make me call the police and tell them I have a stalker on my property.”
Stacy cracked up and gave her best friend the finger before she unlocked the door.
“Is everything alright baby,” Chantrese asked standing in the doorway.
Who is this trick, Stacy thought taking in the woman. If her good looks didn’t irritate her enough, seeing that she only had on an oversized shirt did the job. Riley nodded his head that they were, his eyes on Stacy’s backseat.
“Open the backdoor,” he told her.
Chantrese knew who Stacy was because of the many pictures Riley had of her. She had also seen her once or twice at one of her gigs, but she didn’t remember her like this. The Stacy she knew always had on black oversized clothes and wore hats. Her attire reminded her of Justice in the movie Poetic Justice. The electric blue, fitted dress was a shock. With her hair being up in a trendy hair do revealed how beautiful she was. Instantly Chantrese was not feeling the new Stacy. Riley wasn’t doing a damn thing to help either. She never felt threatened by Stacy. Riley had always described her as a little sister and she knew the girl was head over heels in love with Janelle. But the look in Riley’s eyes was anything but brotherly. Deep wrinkles were in his forehead as he listened to Stacy talk. His eyes smiled when she made the slightest smile or smirk. At that moment he was breaking his back carrying three bags but put on a smile when Stacy turned to ask him something. Chantrese learned a long time ago that it’s what a man does that proves his love not his words. Yes, there was no doubt about it, Riley loved Stacy and not like a sister. Just to be sure, Chantrese leaned in to kiss Riley and he turned his head, giving her his cheek. It was subtle and she was sure Riley didn’t even know what he did, but she did. Closing and locking the door she turned and noticed Stacy giving her the once over. Oh it’s on honey, trust.
Stacy allowed her mind to wander while she unpacked in Riley’s guest bedroom. She loved Chad but she wondered if he loved her, and if he did, was it enough to have a child.
“You okay in here,” Riley asked as he entered the room. Turning to talk to him, Stacy’s words ceased. Damn he’s looking good, she thought as her nipples hardened. Riley allowed his locks to fall freely and the wifebeater he was clad in showed every muscle on his beautiful torso. Stacy snapped out of her lust filled trance when Riley snapped his fingers in front of her. “Oh, I’m sorry Riley. I’m fine,” she answered discreetly increasing the distance between them.
Riley watched as Stacy bent over and the form fitting dress hugged her ass so tightly he thought he heard the seam give way. “God…I hope the room is to your liking,” he said, happy he was able to clean up his previous statement. Inwardly he cursed as she stood to her full height. He had never seen anything more beautiful than her bent over.
“You need to stop it boy,” Stacy chided as she folded a pair of short shorts
“You know I love this room, I decorated it,” she finished and took in the room.
The walls were a butter crème color, which was beautiful against the rich purple ceiling. The queen size mahogany sleigh bed sat in the middle of the room covered by a shiny, silk plum quilt. Riley was fully aware that she was pleased with the room he just needed to catch his slip-up. He hadn’t asked her why she at his house with bags. She would tell him soon enough. The thing plaguing him was the joy he felt removing her bags and bringing them into his house. She is your fucking sister man, his head screamed at him. Riley heard the logic but his body and heart were calling it a damned lie. Stacy was a beautiful, giving, compassionate woman that deserved the world. She deserved to be loved and cherished. “She deserves me,” he mumbled absently.
“What did you say?”
Riley quickly told her nothing and asked if she was hungry. “A little. Did your girlfriend cook,” she asked taking great effort not to roll her eyes when she said girlfriend. Riley laughed and told her Chantrese had left. Unseen by him, a huge smile appeared on Stacy’s face.
“I’ll order a pizza,” she offered and he readily accepted.
***
The apartment was dark and eerie, just the way Janelle wanted it. She wanted to wallow in her self pity and plot. She couldn’t believe Stacy was pregnant. It was the ultimate betrayal. Be careful what you wish for, her minute conscious told her. “She was never gay,”
she hissed.
For the past three days Janelle had only left her room to urinate or eat. Her body was screaming for some personal hygiene care. Today was a different story. She was going to the gym so she could get Mr. Chad’s address. She knew Stacy was shacking with him, but not for long. Janelle was going to get her woman and take her to the clinic. During the second day of her isolation, Janelle came to the conclusion that everyone was entitled to one mistake and this was Stacy’s.
Janelle rolled her eyes and loudly sucked her teeth when she heard her phone go off. She knew from the ringtone it was her mother. She thought about not answering, but knew she would only call back. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves she answered the phone.
“Child, what took you so long to answer the phone,” her mother asked in her nasally voice.
Janelle quickly lied and said she was in the shower. She didn’t know why she bothered because her mother would find a problem with any answer she gave her.
“At this time of day,” she came back with, proving Janelle’s point.
“What can I help you with Mother,” Janelle managed through tight lips.
“You really need to stop being a bitch Janelle. It gives you premature winkles and you know you need all the help you can get,” she continued casually. “But I was calling to remind you of your sister, Jessica’s, engagement party. You and Samantha can come but please don’t act all funny around my friends,” she lowered her voice; the word gay being unspeakable.
“Try to look pretty and if someone asks what you do say you are in law school. It makes no sense to say you are a model when no one has seen you,” Janelle continued to listen mutely and keep her tears at bay.
She was waiting for the turn of the knife and her mother did not keep her in suspense long.
“Jessica is going to be doing fashion week in Paris so get the book, ‘Law for Dummies’ or something and read it. That is all,” and with that Melody Parisher hung up. There was no how are you? I love you, just one insult after another.
Janelle’s desperation to get Stacy back had just increased tenfold. If she weren’t at the party with her, she definitely wouldn’t hear the end of it. The sound of the ringing phone caused her to grimace. It wasn’t her mother but it wasn’t her lover either. The way her day was going she couldn’t fathom the phone call bringing good news. Seeing Chantrese’s name on the caller ID, she answered, her curiosity piqued.
***
“Have you talked to Stacy,” the woman asked after the typical greeting. Janelle was thrown by the question, but answered as vaguely as possible. “Well she has been at Riley’s for the past three days,” Chantrese returned bursting Janelle’s lie wide open.
Instantly the migraine began to settle down in her head. No wonder she hasn’t called me. She is with that homosexual, she thought bitterly. Her mind quickly went to the look she had seen in Chantrese’s eyes when she talked about Riley. Would she? Naw not my Stacy. The same Stacy that is pregnant by another man, her mind reminded her. Red appeared before her eyes and she gripped the phone so tightly her knuckles were white.
“Have you seen Riley,” she baited her caller. She wasn’t surprised when Chantrese told her no. When one of them needed the other they blocked out the world to help, another reason she hated Riley. Chantrese didn’t know about the threesome and Janelle decided to use it to her advantage.
“The reason I haven’t seen her is because we broke up,” she began with a shaky voice.
“She is pregnant. I didn’t want to believe it was Riley’s,” she broke down in fake sobs as Chantrese told her it would be okay.
She could hear the wheels turning in her callers head and decided to go in for the kill.
“I know you love Riley and he has hurt you too. I for one am not going to sit back and let them play me for a fool.”
“What do you have in mind?”
The devious smile on Janelle’s face stayed in place as she unraveled her plan to Chantrese. After thirty minutes and heavy persuasion they agreed on the plan. Janelle’s faith that Chantrese would carry out the plan? There was no greater motivator than pain and humiliation.
Chapter Ten
“Ahhh,” came the deep moan followed by a sharp hiss. Pastor Toplin felt his end nearing, but wanted to prolong the ride. He moved back half an inch in the chair to relax himself.
“Lawd,” he mumbled as Sister Thompson pulled his manhood back into her mouth weakening his legs.
Toplin grabbed the back of her head and played in the curly hair at the nape of her neck. The slurping sounds she was making driving him crazy. When the good sister softly gripped his balls, Toplin lost his battle, finishing in her mouth. A lazy grin appeared on his face when she swallowed and zipped his pants up. Sister Thompson left without being asked already knowing the routine.
Some drank when they were stressed while others exercised or cleaned. Oral sex was Pastor Toplin’s stress reliever. He took his vows with his wife serious and had not put his penis in another woman’s vagina since they exchanged vows. Pastor Toplin didn’t consider oral as sex because the mouth was not made for sex. There was no connection with Sister Thompson. She was only twenty-five. She was a beautiful young lady. Her family was Creole. Sister Thompson had the fair skin and long curly hair, but he didn’t know she was Creole, until their first sexual encounter.
Marie was a very docile young lady with beautiful green eyes. She walked into Toplin’s office a year ago after bible class and told him he was tense. Toplin told her he was and asked that she pray for him. Assuming she was leaving, he turned his swivel chair and began going through the mail. To his surprise when he turned back to the desk, Marie was on her knees with a fire in her eyes. The rest was history.
Toplin shook his head as he thought about Marie. She would have made someone a great wife. She was educated, classy, and beautiful. “But she’s a hoe,” he mumbled once again shaking his head. Toplin had no respect for a female that gave a man oral sex. He wasn’t trying to hear that lady in the street but a freak in the bed. She had to be a lady at all times. His logic stemmed from his days as a pimp. There was no greater form of submission than for a woman to have a man’s dick in her mouth. Unless a woman was a bonafide freak, most did it to show their love and need to please her partner. If a woman wouldn’t suck his dick she couldn’t be in his stable.
With a sigh, Pastor Toplin brought his attention back to the cause of his stress. Tithes and offering had dropped by a quarter percent and he couldn’t have that. He didn’t want to do it, but he would. It was time for him to pimp his predominantly female congregation again. He would give them his puppy dog eyes and throw a few scriptures damning them to hell their way.
“This recession is killing us,” he mumbled content with his plan for the moment. “Now to take care of my other problem,” he said aloud as he picked up the phone then quickly returned it to its cradle. “I don’t wanna call him just yet.” A laugh escaped his lips as he thought about the drastic measure he was about to take.
Chad had been tight lipped about his lady friend, but he knew better than to bring a less than worthy woman to the banquet.
“Lord pimping aint easy,” he huffed as he checked his Rolex and realized it was time for the trustee meeting.
***
It had been a week and both Riley and Stacy were high strung. If the sexual tension wasn’t enough, their personal problems being added to the mix was more than enough. Riley couldn’t figure out what was so bad that Stacy wouldn’t talk to him. The last time she had been this secretive she was coming out the closet; which wasn’t a big shock because even though she was standing in the closet, the door was wide open. Hundreds of scenarios had crossed his mind but the one that stuck out was that she was getting married. He was preparing her favorite meal, tacos. He hoped if they sat back ate and caught another preseason game she would open up.
***
What is she doing leaving Pastor’s office, Chad thought to himself. Chad had never caught his father c
heating but he had his assumptions. Turning on his heels he headed back up the church stairs and out the door. He could always tell his father he knocked but nobody answered. If Pastor didn’t have an attitude he was definitely fucking around. Starting his black Volvo he dismissed his father’s antics and focused on his own dilemma. His ex-girlfriend Jiya had came to pay him a visit few days ago. He wasn’t surprise to see her there. His mother and Jiya remained very close. She was his father’s head nurse at the church and took the job very serious.
Jiya and Chad had been separated for almost six months now. They began dating because of Pastor Toplin and it dissolved because of him. Jiya was everything Pastor wanted; beautiful, classy, and a devote Christian. The problem was she was dating Chad and not Pastor Toplin. Everything they did his father knew. When they shared their first kiss his father was notified the next day. The last strike was when she suggested they called his father when he expressed his desire to have sex. He couldn’t help but laugh in her face when she said they needed to pray for the thoughts he was having.
The breakup was relatively smooth. Jiya was going away to complete her junior and senior year of college to study theology. His father suggested they try to maintain a long distance relationship, since sex wasn’t involved. To please his father he agreed but quickly deleted her number.
Three days ago she stopped by but nobody was home except him. Chad invited her in and told her she could wait a few minutes if she liked. Quickly agreeing and asking for some juice, Jiya made herself at home. Heading to the kitchen, Chad grabbed his cell to call his mother. He was supposed to be meeting Stacy in an hour and didn’t want to be late.
“Are you serious,” he said into the phone as he poured the juice into the glass. His forehead knotted as his mother told him it would be at least two hours before she got home.
Frustrated he turned to find Jiya standing before him naked as the day she was born. That explains the trench coat, he thought as he took in her toned body. Her father told him she had decided on a university in California and he had to admit the sun was doing her body damned good. The bronze tan was striking against her hazel eyes and golden streaked hair. Chad would have sworn he told Jiya to put her coat back on. He would also swear that he told her to stop when she began to walk toward him with sexy fire engine red stilettos on. In front of God himself Chad would have insisted that Jiya had some magical power that put her on top of the island and his dick inside her. That would have been the end of his testimony because every stroke and moan was his doing. He couldn’t help himself. Jiya was so tight and had learned a few tricks in bedroom 101 while she was studying about the Lord up high.
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