by Forever Redd
I contemplated giving him some pussy, not because of the shit he was talking, but because of the shit that old lady was talking. What you won’t do, some ol’ fast tail hussy will. I was scared. Scared of getting pregnant again, scared of the pain that may be inflicted when he entered my body.
Jody placed a kiss on my forehead and whispered, “I hurt you once, Ma, and that almost killed me. My word, it won’t happen again. Trust me, Baby.” Jody removed my night shirt, exposing my bare breasts, but I allowed him to do it. Trusting him was a difficult task. However, my love for him outweighed my insecurities, so I accommodated Jody’s request and allowed him to have his way with my body. I permitted his strong hands to not only caress my physical, but tighten the grip he had on my heart; my love was located directly at his fingertips.
Jody lifted me up from the floor and laid me on top of our bed that was covered in black satin sheets. The chilly fabric instantly hardened my exposed nipples and I covered my breasts with my arms.
“Don’t do dat,” Jody said while removing my arms from my body. “You are beautiful baby, always have been, always will be.”
Jody began his quest with the simplest of kisses all over my face, starting with my nose. That one little kiss was sweet and simple, but intense and electrifying all at the same time. Right then, I felt so safe and secure. Those were some of the feelings that were zipping through my emotional rolodex. When those kisses descended south, like birds retreating from the winter weather, Jody spread my legs and looked into my pussy. He appeared as though he was investigating a crime scene by the way he stared. I was embarrassed; I could only imagine what Ms. Kitty was looking like those days.
Jody lowered his head for what I thought to be further inspection, but instead, he puckered up and gave my pussy a gentle kiss. He then used his thumb and index finger to part my closed lips, and placed a kiss on my clit. Jody positioned his nose to my exposed genitals and inhaled deeply. All of the air he sucked in, he blew out directly on my clit. The cool air caused it to harden, and on impulse, I raised my hips in the air, forcing his face even closer to my center. Jody carefully placed one of my lower lips in his mouth and slid his tongue all over my flesh. He repeated the process on the other side, then he French kissed all in between.
Damn it, I wanted so bad to cry out in ecstasy, but I bit my bottom lip to shield my cries from the oral beating I was receiving. Jody used his tongue like it was his dick to fuck me slow, and the stiffness along with the pressure he applied felt almost as good as the real thing. Clutching the sheets and writhing in pleasurable pain, I began to beg, “Baby please, please…” Jody silenced me by placing two fingers in my mouth, and like a famished newborn latching on to its mother’s breast, I suckled. He feasted on my pussy while I fed from his digits.
I could feel the index finger as it requested entry into my body and I invited it in. That one finger probed my insides and Jody slurped up my juices as they spilled onto the sheets. I felt the discharge as it made its way to the exit site. I could feel the bubble that was on the verge of rupturing. This nut had been a long time coming and what I was feeling at that moment was overwhelming. Jody never altered his pace, slow and steady was the finger in my pussy, while fast and rough was the tongue on my clit. I was dizzy and Jody was fading in and out of plain sight. Sweat droplets adorned my head and trickled down my neck. My breathing became shallow and I came for what seemed like an eternity.
The first bout of sticky liquid erupted from my body in a steady stream, but Jody wouldn’t let up. He kept the rhythm, never missing a beat or acknowledging the fact that I was coming. He did, however, remove his tongue from my clit, and replaced it with the thumb of his free hand, and applied so much pressure that my body began convulsing. With each tremor from my body, a squirt of liquid was expelled from my pussy. It was kind of like a machine gun, but the rapid firing bullets were thick and creamy. Damn, this nigga is a beast, I thought as I lay there drained…literally.
I silently prayed the babies wouldn’t wake up because there was no way humanly possible that I could have walked right then. I didn’t know if I could talk right then. My tongue was heavy, my ears were ringing, and to top it off, I couldn’t fucking see.
“Jody! Oh my God, Jody, I can’t see, help me,” I began to panic.
Jody laughed his ass off, “Open ya eyes. Ma.”
What the hell was he talking about? “Huh?”
“I said open ya eyes,” Jody repeated it for me and it took every bit of strength I had to lift my upper lids from the lower, but I managed. There he was while I regained my focus, ass naked and dick swinging. “You good, Ma?” Jody asked with a smile plastered on his face.
“Yea, I’m ok, u still tryna put the head in?”
“Girl, I beat that nut off when you was tryna run and shit. Now you gone hafta wait til I get back to take a ride on this horse,” Jody said grabbing his soft dick.
“Ain’t nobody want that limp dick no way, I was tryna help you out. Now, get ya shit together, Karley will be here to get you in a few.”
Jody did a double take and appeared upset. I hadn’t realized that, during our session, I never got a chance to tell him about the change of plans.
“I know Karley not takin’ me to get my truck, is she? Matter of fact, whea Leon ass at?”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I asked his back since he was no longer even looking in my direction.
“What the fuck is wrong wit me? I should be askin’ yo ass that. Karley don’t run shit in my house, so why does she decide she is comin’ to get me and take me somewhea? Who elected you and Karley to handle my bidness anyway? Shit, why you can’t go?”
“First of all, I elected me manager of your so called business the day I said I do. If you properly handled it yaself, I wouldn’t have had some non-English speaking bitch in my hospital room talking about your business. Second, I don’t know, nor do I care, where Leon at. Karley was kind enough to offer, considering I just got out the hospital two weeks ago from giving birth to your kids, or have you forgotten that? I mean, it’s not like you were there. Hell, you seemed to have sent your whore in your place. So as you can see, your fucked up priorities are not in order and clearly you need a manager. If I am not doing that great of a job, hang a help wanted sign from ya dick and see how many managers can hold down your pathetic excuse for some business.”
I was on fucking fire and out that room so quick. I had a shower to take, a home to clean, and dinner to start. I had my own business that required my attention, so he would have to hitch that ride with Karley and get on through because at that point, I was not leaving the house, period.
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Jody
What in all hell just happened? I was standing there as my wife tried to handle me like some rooty poot, and she had the nerve to turn her back and walk away. She done had the kids and was flexin’ her ass. Clearly she forgot who the fuck I am.
See, you shoulda been put her ass in check. Tried to tell ya, but ya ass can’t listen. Now look at ya. You might as well put dem boxers back and grab some of Victoria’s secrets ‘cause you, my friend, are a bitch.
“Fuuuuuuck!” I screamed. “That damn voice, that damn voice. Go away, go away. I can’t hear you.”
How you sound? You hear me. You have always heard me. Surely you don’t think your bitch ass came up with all the fun shit we used to do.
“Fun shit? What fun shit I ever did wit you? Who are you anyway?”
Well, which would you prefer I answer first? Nevermind, you and I both know you can’t handle making decisions. The fun shit, do you remember those puppies? The ones that we found under them people car.
I thought back, but I couldn’t remember anything about no puppies. “Look, you playin’ in the wrong head, I’on know nuttin bout no puppies.”
Oh, that’s right, you probably don’t remember. That was right around the time they hauled your crazy ass to Three Rivers. I know you remember that. Hahahaha, now that was some funny shit.
Mama nooo, Mama no. Please don’t let ‘em take me. I’ll be good, I promise. Please mama. You cried yo little head off. You ain’t wanna go wit them people. Hahahaha. Oh, the puppies. We found the puppies under the car, you decided you wanted to put em in a box and take em home and keep em. I decided once they were in the box, we should burn it.
“What the fuck? That shit wasn’t even my fault. It was all you?” I asked as I began moving around and throwing haymakers through the air. “You fucked up my life.”
Oh no I didn’t. You were trying to fuck up my life wit your pussy ass bullshit. Always cryin’ and carryin’ on. I got sick of that shit and needed some time to shine too. We have a good time and you know it. Stop actin’ like a lil bitch and let’s have some fun. For old time sake?
“No, no, no,” I paced back and forth. “You not gone do this to me again, you not. I am not havin’ no fun. I’m just gone gon’ to work and…”
Go to work? What fuckin’ job you got nigga? Remember, you quit that. Ok, you don’t remember that either? That selective memory, boy I tell ya. So let me remind you, you and me, we goin’ outta town for some freedom and relaxation.
“And pussy. Don’t forget the pussy.”
See, and you thought we couldn’t be friends. How could I forget the pussy? We gone be juuuust fine. What you wanna do bout ol’ girl? Our wife?
“Ain’t nobody worried ‘bout her. If she cross me, she can get it. But right now, she ain’t makin’ no noise. Let’s go.”
Cool, for now, but if she get in my way, I got something for that fat ass. Oh, one other thing I didn’t answer.
“What’s that?”
You asked who I am. I am you. I am all your secrets. I am your past. I am present. I am your future. I am not only your spirit, I am more than just your conscience, I am your soul. Although it’s deep and dark, I support you. I got yo back and yo front if need be. I prefer to be called Master, but you can call me Major.
“That’s what it is then, but you stay in yo lane and I’ma stay in mine.”
I gathered the rest of my things and hurried to get the hell outta dodge. Victoria could stay home and entertain Karley. I could drive myself.
“Aye, I’m out. Call Karley and tell her I’m gon’ drive myself,” I said to the bathroom door as I walked up the hall and straight to the garage.
8
Victoria
Jody had finally gone, and Karley arrived with some seafood from a little seafood spot called Brown’s, off Monticello Road. The two-one-five is what the locals called it, and it was very well known. When I opened the door to let her in, she held up the brown paper bag with a few grease spots staining the bottom.
“Girl you done been to Brown’s, I see,” I greeted her as she handed me the bag.
“Yea Bitch! I’m hungry, you hungry, everybody hungry,” Karley said.
“Dumb ass,” I mumbled, walking into the kitchen to grab some plates and forks. “You know Grandma used to say, women weren’t supposed to eat any seafood til after six weeks of delivery. She said it would put a stank on you that couldn’t be washed off.”
Karley dropped her head and sighed, “Oh well, you good cause you been had the rotten bottom and ain’t no kids did that.”
“Put yo lips right here,” I patted my ass and continued to the kitchen.
Karley started her loud talking about her niece and nephew. I shook my head no and put my finger to my lips to silence Karley’s loud mouth, I wanted to eat in peace.
“Girl, now that you done piled all that fish up on your plate, get your fat ass up and give me a hug,” I said opening my arms.
Karley chuckled, but it appeared as if it were more out of embarrassment than anything else. She met me halfway and we proceeded with the side to side rock like the old people do at church. It felt so good to see her, especially since she and I had fallen off a little bit. During the final stages of my pregnancy, I was irritable, uncomfortable, and sexually frustrated. Those around me seemed to pay heavily for it.
“So, about the weight gain,” Karley started as soon as we broke apart. “Uuumm, well, I wanted to tell you but, I felt like this was your moment, and…”
“Damn it Bitch, spit it out!” I yelled, more out of anticipation than anger.
“Ok, damn, you gon’ be an auntie,” Karley hesitated.
I jumped my chunky ass up from the table and tried to contain my noise level. “Oh my God, when, how, I mean I know how. Give me some details!”
I didn’t know what the problem was, but Karley started crying. The flood gates opened, and she cried a river. I didn’t even know how to console her. I didn’t know what was wrong. So I held her and just let her weep.
Karley finally got herself together enough to tell me what was going on. She had said that the reason for the emotional meltdown was because she missed her mom. My mother was still alive, so I couldn’t begin to fathom her hurt. I didn’t know the feeling of never being able to hear her voice. I didn’t know of the empty space that’s reserved for Mama. The agony was so sickening, Karley regurgitated all of her pain into my ears and onto my shoulders. She released the weight of all her burdens, right there for me to help her bear. She was at the lowest, most vulnerable, and the weakest state she had ever been in. She was naked, stripped of all strength, all pride. Karley was so low, she made reference to some doctor down in Augusta, Georgia that specialized in performing abortions after the first trimester. I knew at that point that the pain she was feeling was indeed for real.
“Karley, baby, I know you hurt, but the same way you had a mother, this baby deserves one too. Don’t do that. Don’t take away this baby’s right to love its mother as you loved yours. Let that child love you the way you want to be loved, the way no one else ever will. You are a woman, you bring forth life, that’s what we do, Baby. There is no greater joy than being able to do that. You know I know, give the baby a chance, will ya?”
“I know, Vic, you right. I don’t know what I was thinking. This just kind of happened. We were usually so careful. Yea, we slipped a time or two, but I just wasn’t prepared. I don’t know if I have what it takes to even be a mother,” Karley cried. “My mama isn’t here to show me the ropes. I don’t have her here to do shit.” Karley was now yelling.
“Wait a minute, do you hear yourself? I understand your mom wasn’t there, not by her choice, but my mom was. You were never fully alone. You did mom and daughter shit, it just wasn’t with Mrs. Pat. Karley, I know you are hurting, and I am not saying get over it. I am saying you need to turn that over to God. You cannot do this by yourself, and holding it in ain’t making it any easier,” I schooled my friend. “Pray on it. You think your mom is resting with you here like this? That’s your mom. Even if she were alive today, she would know when you are hurting. It’s a superpower given to us, moms know all. Let go and let God, Karley, let Mrs. Pat rest.”
The faint whimpers of a baby could be heard coming from the nursery and I asked Karley to go get the baby. I knew that since she had made all that noise during her moment, she had woken somebody up. Not only that, I wanted her to feel what those little people give off. It would be good for her, and she needed it. Karley grabbed a baby wipe from the coffee table, cleaned her face and went to get the baby. Since she was gone from my presence, I took the time to say a quick prayer for her. Lord knows, if she keeps that baby, she will need guidance. And if she decides not to, she will need the strength to get over it.
I tried to imagine what she was going through, and the more I thought about it, that meltdown was long overdue. She carried that weight for years. At the funeral, she just sat and stared. Sweet sixteen was a disaster. Graduation had to be just as painful. I couldn’t think of one time she was angry, or sad. Karley stayed together. It was the strangest thing though, the whole scene seemed exaggerated. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something just seemed extra. Karley had been prolife for as long as I could remember and now she was condoning abortion. But why, I wondered.
Karley had been cal
ling my name, but I was so deep in thought that I didn’t even hear her. When I finally realized she was there, poor little Sincere was gnawing at his tiny fist. My little man was starving. I apologized to Karley, and just blamed my daze on pregnant brain. I heard Serenity stirring around in the nursery, so I warmed her a bottle also so she could get changed and fed as well. On my way to the nursery to retrieve her, the house phone rang. The caller ID showed an out of the area number, and I assumed it was Jody.
“Yes,” I answered, waiting on an apology for his behavior earlier, but there was no response. I repeated my greeting, and still nothing. I shrugged it off and returned the phone to the wall mount. Inside the nursery, I unswaddled Serenity and inhaled her fresh baby scent from the top of those big black curls that sat on her little head. The phone rang again. “Hello,” I answered.
“Hello, may I speak to Jody?” the female voice from the other end asked.
When I asked who was speaking, she claimed her name was Bianca. I closed the door to the nursery, so Karley wouldn’t hear me go off. The last thing I needed was her to see that trouble does find its way to paradise. I was too embarrassed to let her know that I now knew my husband was a hoe.
I listened intently as this Bianca character told me how she met Jody in North Carolina some time back and they had exchanged numbers, but he stopped returning her calls. She said that they had talked off and on for several months and he had given her the impression that they were going to be together. Now, this dumb shit was more than I could handle at that moment, but before she got the dial tone, there were a few things I wanted to say.
“Bianca, is it?” I said without giving her a chance to respond. “Jody is my husband and the father of my children, but he is a man first. If he stopped returning and answering your calls, the average level headed person would know what it really was, nothing. Now me, I live in his house, spend his money, eat his food, and drive his cars. That, my friend, is part of a marriage. My advice to you, don’t ever call my house or my husband with your irrelevant ass. A man will fuck a hoe just because, and you are headed down a road of many fucks if you don’t get your shit together. At the rate that you are going, the only thing you will ever change will be condoms because it sure as shit won’t be your last name. The internet provides more than phone numbers, and I can be on your doorstep in a matter of minutes, fuck wit it.”