“I just don’t really care for oral sex. It doesn’t do anything for me.” She said screwing up her face.
“Hmmm, I tell you what. Give me one minute. If you don’t like it I promise I will stop and we will go to Ihop and I will buy you some strawberry pancakes. But…if you give me one minute and you like it, we can still go to Ihop but you have to buy me some pancakes and give me some head but I want my head first!”
“What? Boy get out of my way! I am not buying you jack and I am not giving you any head…well not tonight anyways.” She smiled at me. It was kind of chilly outside and her nose had turned red.
“You’re right, I can understand if you are scared.”
“Is that the best you can do at reverse psychology? If so you suck!” She giggled.
“I will suck something else if you stop acting all scared and let me.” I said palming both of her ass cheeks. I knew how to get her. I started nibbling on her ear.
“Uh-uhh hell no! Stop it!” She tried to push me away but I held on to her tighter while licking on her ear and her neck. I truly could not get enough of her. Her entire body was my playground and I loved every inch of it. Don’t get me wrong I enjoyed making love to Kisha but our lovemaking didn’t have shit on how I felt when I was sexing Lala. The pleasure that she gave me was indescribable.
“Come on baby just one minute.” I wasn’t giving up easily.
“Tre we are in a parking lot and in case you can’t feel it’s cold out here!” I don’t see how she could feel the cold with the way that she was bundled up. She had on gloves, a thick ass winter coat and a stocking cap!
“Shit, I know that’s why I am trying to heat you up! If you stop trying to play all hard! I promise I will have you thinking that it’s summertime out this motherfucka!” I was very confident in my head game and I knew that I would have her body temp at a 100 degrees or better. She knew it too but she just wanted to hear a nigga beg.
She laughed at me. “You are so damn cocky.” She said caressing the side of my face with her glove covered hand. “Damn you make me sick because you know that I can’t say no to your sexy ass. Come on…one minute that’s it.”
“One minute.” I promised but come on, we both knew that this wasn’t about to be no damn one minute once I got her out of them tight ass pants that she was wearing.
She climbed into the back of the van and I climbed in behind her. “You got me out here fuckin’ in the back of the company van like I’m some hot in the ass sixteen year old.”
“No baby, you’re a hot in the ass twenty-seven year old.” I laughed as I helped her out of her shoes, pants and panties.
“Whatever! You have one minute because I told you that I don’t like oral sex. I just don’t get any pleasure out of it.” She went on and on.
“Lala will you please be quiet and let me do me?” I asked as I planted kisses up her thigh starting from the outside and working my way to the inside. I felt her legs start to tremble. “Damn baby, you coming already? I haven’t even made it to your pussy yet.” I teased.
“No, I told you that I was cold.” She whined.
I didn’t respond I just speeded up the process a little. I spread her thighs a little bit more and then I spread her lips with my fingers before flattening out my tongue and licking the entire length of her pussy. I did this a few times before I zone in on here clit. I flicked my tongue back and forth across it. I felt her trying to scoot back some. I tighten my arms around her thighs and pulled her back to me. I flicked and sucked and flicked and sucked until I had her trying everything in her power to get away from my tongue. I decided to fuck with her when I knew that I had her right on the verge of cumming. I let go of her thighs and said. “I’m done.”
“Done?” She asked panting. “What do you mean? I was just about to cum.” She was reaching for me trying to get me to go back where I had just come from.
“Lala, I’m sure that I heard you yelling stop. And I am positive that I heard you say that you didn’t get any enjoyment out of oral sex.” I was wiping her juices from around my mouth with my hand.
“Boy, I am gonna ask you to learn when and when not to play because right now is not the time! Now finish what you started!” She demanded.
I laughed at her. “Ummm…you know that I won right?” I teased.
She didn’t respond she just pushed my head back between her thighs and I got her off twice before I stopped. I enjoyed all of the little sex games that we played.
When we were done I helped her get dressed and then we got in the van and headed to Ihop. On the way there I looked over at her and said. “You can pay off your debt this Sunday when I come over to your house for Sunday dinner.”
“I got you.” She smiled. “Just as long as you are willing to return the favor.” We both burst into laughter.
I smiled at that memory, thinking to myself that we’d had some good times together. Then just as quick the feeling that she was lying to me returned.
By the time that I made it home that morning it was 3:30am, Kisha was sitting up on the sofa watching TV and eating grapes.
“Hey baby.” she greeted me when I came in.
“Hey baby.” I sat down my backpack and then walked over and collapsed on the sofa beside her. She leaned over and kissed me. “What are you doing up so late?”
“I couldn’t sleep so I decided to sit out here in the living room and watch some TV.” She responded while trying to feed me a grape.
I opened my mouth and allowed her to feed it to me. I had a beautiful woman right here who loved me to death. It was time to do right by her and work on trying to be faithful I owed her that much.
“Baby, I wanted to talk to you about something that has been on my mind.” Kisha said turning off the TV and setting the bowl of grapes that she had been holding on the coffee table. She laid her head on my chest and stared up at me. She always did this when she wanted something.
“What is it boo? I knew that you weren’t just up this late for no reason at all.” I laughed at my babymama trying to be slick thinking that she could fool me. I had been with her for seven and a half years I knew her better than she knew herself.
“Okay here goes. We have been together for almost eight years now and I was thinking that maybe it’s time that we make this official. I mean I’m not planning on going anywhere and I hope that you’re not so why not get married?”
I looked at her like she had two heads. I was hoping that I’d heard her wrong. Marriage? Damn that shit had caught me totally off guard. I knew for a fact that I wasn’t ready for that yet! “Damn bae, are you sure that you are ready to jump the broom?” That was the only thing that I could come up with, being put on the spot like that.
She sat up straight and looked at me. I knew then that I had said the wrong thing. “What do you mean am I sure? Hell yes, I am sure.” She snapped, swiveling her neck, her red hair swaying from side to side. “What were you thinking? We are just going to shack up forever? Nah, I want more than that! I deserve more than that! I have laid down and brought two of your children into this world! I take care of my family and I am not out here ripping and running these streets like a lot of these young women! I have been faithful to you since day one and I have put up with more than a little bit of your bullshit! I believe that those are damn good reasons for you to put a ring on my finger!” She preached. I didn’t say anything. I just sat there and allowed her get everything off her chest. “Don’t just sit there looking crazy! Say something Tre!”
I ran my hand over my face. “I hope that you don’t think you talking shit is going to make me do anything!” I said and ran my hand up her thigh, hoping to distract her. I needed to get her off this subject and quick because I knew that if I told her the truth we were just going to end up arguing for most of the night and I wasn’t in the mood for that shit!
She hit my hand and removed it from her thigh. “Tre, I am serious! Stop trying to fuck and answer the question? Why can’t we get married?”
I le
aned my head back on the sofa and looked over at her. I knew that I had to try and chose my words carefully. “Kisha, I am not saying that we can’t get married. You’re already wifey…you know that.”
She shook her head. “Fuck being wifey! I want to be the wife nigga! W-I-F-E!” She spelled it out as if I didn’t know what she meant. “I want a ring and your last name!”
Instead of arguing with her I decided to tell her what she wanted to hear. It wasn’t like I had to marry her the next day or anything. All she wanted to hear was that I would marry her. “Alright baby, yes we can get married.”
Her face lit up like a Christmas tree and she dived over in my arms! “Awwww…I love you baby!” She squealed planting kisses all over my face and then finally on my lips. She straddled my lap and tongued me down real nice and slow. “Baby, I love you so much. I can’t wait to become Mrs. Tremaine Jefferson.”
“I love you too baby.” I told her caressing her butt underneath her nightgown. I’d just made her the happiest woman on the face of the earth by telling her that we could get married. I felt kind of fucked up for lying but if I had said that I wasn’t ready to get married she would’ve been ready to cut my ass. I wasn’t in the mood for all of that tonight. Hopefully, I could just buy her an engagement ring to keep her happy for the time being and put off this marriage shit for at least another two years.
“Come on baby. Let’s go to bed.” Kisha said getting up from my lap and taking my hand.
I got up and followed her to the bedroom. We made love for the next hour and then she fell asleep in my arms shortly after. I couldn’t sleep though. I had entirely too much shit on my mind to try and sleep. I just laid there staring up at the ceiling, my mind consumed by thoughts of Lala. I couldn’t for the life of me understand why she was on my mind so heavy. Was it possible that my feelings for her were deeper than I had realized?
Kisha turned over and snuggled up closer to me. I looked over at her. Damn she deserves better than this shit. Here I am laid up next to her thinking about another bitch! I’ve gotta get my shit together. Fuck Lala! I’ve gotta push her out of my head and move the fuck on. Kisha has had my back through thick and thin. It’s time that I straighten the fuck up and do right by her. I kissed Kisha on her forehead. Yeah, fuck Lala! She’s right, she did both of us a favor by leaving…
Lala
I was up for the fourth morning in a row hovering over the toilet puking up my guts. I was now ten weeks pregnant and the morning sickness was kicking my ass. I’d known about the pregnancy now for three weeks. That was another reason why I’d moved. I hadn’t told anyone about the pregnancy because I was still undecided as to whether or not I wanted to keep the baby. I really didn’t believe in abortion but at the same time I didn’t want to bring a child into the world and it not be able to have a relationship with its father. I felt like that wouldn’t be fair to the child nor would it be fair to Tre. I felt like he deserved the right to know about the baby but I didn’t know how to tell him. If I told him about this baby it would only open up a can of worms that I was not ready to deal with. I knew how strongly he felt about being a father and taking care of his children and in my heart I really felt like he would want to do the same for this baby but how could he? He already had a family. I also knew that he wouldn’t want Kisha or anyone else to ever find out about this baby. That would mean that my child would have to forever remain a secret. I was so confused about what I should do. I still had a little time before I had to make a definite decision.
I flushed the toilet and then washed my face and brushed my teeth before going downstairs to get me some water. Nita was downstairs when I got down there. She was sitting at the table eating some Oreos and having a glass of milk with them.
“Good morning Nita.” I greeted her sounding like shit. I walked over to the refrigerator and got out a bottled water and drank most of it before taking it from my lips.
“Good morning.” She looked at me strangely. “Are you okay? You don’t look too good.”
“Nah, I’m not.” I sat down at the table and held my head in my hands. Tears rolled down my face. I needed to talk to someone. Carrying all of this shit around on the inside was killing me. I felt like I was about to lose my mind.
“What’s wrong? You know that you can talk to me about anything. Even if I don’t agree with whatever it is. I am still going to be here for you.” I wiped my face with my hand. She got up from the table and got me a paper towel and handed it to me. “Here you go.”
“Thank you.” I took the paper towel and wiped my face. She went back over to her chair and sat back down. “I’m pregnant.” I blurted. There it was out there in the open!
“I had a feeling of that. Do you know how far along you are?”
“I don’t really know. I took a home pregnancy test three weeks ago. My period was already a month late when I took the test.” I replied before breaking down and sobbing loudly. “Nita, I don’t know what to do! I don’t want to kill my baby but what other choice do I have?”
“Stop that crying first of all! That isn’t good for you or that baby.” She instructed. “Now does Tre know?”
“No, I didn’t tell him.” I replied between sobs.
“Why not? It is his baby isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Well he deserves the right to know.”
I shook my head no! “I can’t do that Nita. He already has a family.”
“Shit that ain’t nothing new! Both of y’all been knew he had a family when y’all started messing around! It didn’t matter then obviously! What you plan on keeping this baby and raising it by yourself and not telling him about it?”
“I don’t know.” I mumbled.
“Well you need to start finding out!”
“I know but if I tell him I don’t know what his reaction will be.”
She held up her hand. “Hold up! Are you saying that you think he will be upset with you or try to deny it?”
“No, I’m not saying that at all. Tre isn’t that kind of person. I’m just saying he may want me to get rid of it because I know he doesn’t want his girl to find out and I am not sure if I want to get rid of it. Then again he may not ask me to get rid of it but of course I will have to keep my baby a secret. If I am going to have to keep it a secret anyways then I may as well raise it by myself and not tell him.”
“Lord have mercy, Lala. Girl what were you thinking to be sleeping with this guy without using any protection or at least being on birth control?”
Why does she always have to sound like a fucking after school special? I thought to myself. “I was on the pill Nita I just forgot to take a few.” I admitted.
“Okay so did you also forget to ask him to wrap up his pickle?” She looked at me and waited for an answer.
“Nah, I didn’t forget we did use condoms a few times but it didn’t feel as good.”
She shook her head. “Lala, I don’t know what has gotten into you. You use to be such a smart young woman.”
“I still am a smart woman! I’ve just made a few dumb decisions. I’m not sitting over here saying that I am proud of all of the decisions that I’ve made but I also can’t sit here and tell you that I regret it all either because then I would be lying! I’m human! I’m not the first nor the last woman to ever sleep with somebody else’s man and get pregnant! So don’t sit over there and try to look down on me like I am! I am talking to you because I need somebody right now and I thought that of all the people in the world you are the one person that I could talk to! I appreciate you keeping it real with me but damn!” I snapped. I loved my cousin to death but she was really starting to get on my nerves.
Nita let out a frustrated breath. “Listen it’s not that I am trying to be a pain in your ass but honestly I just can’t help thinking about his girlfriend. She doesn’t deserve what the two of you have been doing to her behind her back! She is home taking care of his children thinking that he is out working to provide for his family but in reality he is somewhere
laid up with you! That shit is really fucked up! I remember how I felt when I walked in and caught Ron with those two bitches! I felt like someone had ripped my heart clean out of my body! I look at you day in and day out walking around here crying and moping over somebody else’s man! Are you fucking kidding me? For real for real you need your ass whooped!”
I gave her the look like no this heifer didn’t. “Ummm…first and foremost if his babymama thinks she’s bad enough to whoop my ass then she is more than welcome to come try it! Second of all what went down with Tre and I don’t have shit to do with Ron fucking prostitutes in your home and in your bed! Yeah I know that what we were doing was wrong but I will say it again it is done now and I can’t change it! How you gone try to talk shit to me because your man fucked up? That ain’t got shit to do with me! You knew before I got here what the deal was because I had told you! If you felt like me being here was going to make you relive some old pain then you should’ve told me that I couldn’t come! Not walk around here saying lil fly shit because you feeling some type of way about what Ron did! I didn’t fuck Ron I fucked Tre! You talking about I used to be smart, well I am smart enough to know that you need to deal with the issues that you have with your past and stop taking that shit out on me! I can deal with you giving me advice and even giving me your opinion but not feeling like you can compare the two situations and say to me the shit that you really should be saying to Ron!” I stood to leave out of the kitchen.
“I am not taking shit out on you! I am just calling it the way that I see it! What makes you any better than them two bitches that was laid up in my bed with my man? Y’all are all the same breed! Bitches who go around sleeping with the next bitch’s man because you can’t find your own!” She was shouting now!
“Bitch fuck you! Let me share something with your stupid ass! In both situations no one was raped! I didn’t rape Tre and those women didn’t rape Ron! Hell in your situation that motherfucka was paying for pussy so you know that no one raped his ass! I may be wrong for sleeping with Tre but the truth of the matter is. I didn’t have a commitment to anyone! He did! He knew that he had a woman at home but he still chose to deal with me! I didn’t put a gun to his head! He was a willing participant! Bitches kill me all quick to blame the other woman like she raped the nigga or something! I don’t owe anybody shit at the end of the day! Hell. If the shoe was on the other foot she probably would’ve did the same thing to me and I couldn’t blame anybody but my man! The nigga that is supposed to be committed to me!”
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