by Carrie Macon
“Zack! What’s wrong? What happened?”
He continued to pacing. “Go back to sleep, baby,” he whispered. “We can talk about it in the morning.” The look on his face said that something was seriously wrong and it caused her concern.
“Zackary, what is it? You’re scaring me pacing like that. Come sit and let’s talk.”
“Will you please just go back to sleep,” he snapped. “There’s nothing that can be done about it tonight. Damn.” He snatched his robe from the foot of the bed and pulled it on.
Shyla jumped up from the bed and grabbed her clothes. Why had he snapped at her? Whatever the problem was could easily be figured out had he confided in her what it was.
She started pass him to the bathroom before he realized what was happening. Pausing, he realized how he must have sounded coming at her the way he did.
“Stop,” he grabbed her by her waist and turned her back to the bed. “Hold up,” he took the clothes from her hands. “I didn’t mean that the way it sounded. I messed up,” he flopped down on the bed, ran his fingers through his hair. He looked at her and shook his head. “We messed up.”
“What?” she tried covering up her nude body but it wouldn’t have made things any different.
He was stunned by her reaction. “Don’t,” he shook his head. “There is no need to cover up. I have seen, touched and tasted every inch of you. None of that is going to change and I don’t mean messed up that way. Come sit down.”
She walked the few steps to the bed.
“Baby I have something I need to ask you.”
“What is it?” He still looked like he had something major on his mind. Was he now regretting what they’d done? She really hoped not because it would kill her if he had.
“Shyla by any chance, are you currently taking the pill?” She shook her head. “Sponge IUD or any kind of birth control?”
“No. I haven’t been actively having sex for several years now, and I didn’t have any reason to believe that we would fall into bed this weekend, in fact I wanted to avoid that at all cost, so I didn’t see the need to do so.”
He wouldn’t even touch that remark with a response. “Well, baby. We have been tempting fate all night long.” Her body stiffened.
“You mean-” she covered her mouth with her hands and looked as though she would cry.
“Yes. We have been making love all night without protection. No pills, no condoms, no damn protection, at all.” He sounded angry but wasn’t sure what he felt. It was a surprise.
“Oh Zackary. What have-What if-oh my god, what have we done?”
Zackary pulled her hand to his lips and kissed it gently. “Don’t worry about it. Everything will be alright. We will deal with this tomorrow and if anything or anyone results from what we’ve done we’ll deal with that, too.”
“What do you mean?” she asked shocked.
“I mean that there is nothing that we can change about what’s happened here tonight, so there’s no need to beat ourselves over the head with a wooden stick.” He was saying one thing but feeling another.
‘I am really tripping. The first time I can understand, it was in the heat of the moment, but after slowing down, what were we thinking. We should have realized that we could be changing our lives.’
“So, if a baby resulted from our actions tonight, would you be terribly upset about it?’ Shyla asked him, holding his hands just a little too tight. “Do you regret what we’ve shared here tonight?” she looked at the unmade bed.
“Baby are you serious?” she nodded her head yes. He reached for her and pulled her onto his lap. “Nothing about tonight I regret. Do you understand that? Not any of it. No I didn’t plan this and yes after we slowed things up I should have realized what we were doing.”
“I should have too.”
He shook his head. “It wasn’t your responsibility,” he tapped his chest. “It was mine.”
She didn’t know how she felt about that. He was saying all the right things. Most men felt it was the woman’s responsibility to provide the protection and if she got pregnant the child was her responsibility.
“And no, I would not be upset if this resulted in a pregnancy. We’d just have to make a few changes in our lives sooner than later.”
Shyla didn’t ask what those changes were. She massaged his neck with her hand not realizing that that was causing some stirring on in other places in his body, he shook it off.
“When I said I loved you I meant it. It wasn’t because I was covered inside of you.” The tears were there but they didn’t fall. “I’ve loved you for a long time Shyla Wilkes and I would definitely love you even more if we’ve made a baby.”
One tear dropped and then another.
“I love you, too, Zackary.”
He smiled and nodded, “I know. You’ve been fighting it a long time.” She hid her face in his neck. “But there’s no more fighting it, right?”
She raised her head and said, “No. No more fighting it.”
A few minutes of silence passed. All they did was held on to one another.
“So what do we do now?” Shyla asked.
“Now we try to get some sleep. I think I heard Felt and Ess come in a few minutes ago.”
Shyla agreed. She had heard someone moving around a little while ago as well.
“Get in bed. We can finish this later.”
“I’ll make a doctor’s appointment when I get home.”
“Okay. And I’ll stock up and some condoms tomorrow,” he half smiled.
“You don’t look too happy about that idea.”
Zackary pulled Shyla in his arms. “That’s because getting condoms tomorrow isn’t helping my current situation.”
“And that would be?”
Zackary pulled her even closer to his body; she immediately felt something poking her in the area leading to her hot box.
“Oh.”
“Yes oh. I want you so bad right now.”
“I want you, too.” They fell into a heated kiss. That kiss ignited the sheets, and set their bodies afire. They explored each other’s body while united in their kiss. Places were touched, feelings were aroused, and things had happened that hadn’t earlier. Once again they found themselves in a compromising position. This time with Shyla straddled his body and his member inches from her opening.
“Baby we can’t do this,” Zackary said pulling out of the kiss. His head was spinning but at least now he had sense enough to know when to quit.
“I know, I know. Damn. And it was feeling so, so good.” Her head dropped to his chest, her hand balled in fist hitting the pillows surrounding his head.
He tried not to laugh because he understood what she felt. But it was hard, seeing her out of control. “You know Felton might-”
“Felton? We’ve just shared a beautiful, intimate moment and you bring up Felton. I know the two of you are best buds but this is really not the time or place baby. Maybe you need to seek a little help if you are thinking-”
Zackary put his hand over her mouth. “Don’t finish that phrase. Please. I was saying that maybe he had some condoms.”
Shyla gasped.
“Stupid idea?” he asked.
“Yes it was. And even if he did have some, which I doubt, they’ve been married too long.”
“I can tell you one thing baby some married couples prefer to use condoms whether it’s to prevent pregnancy or other reasons. I’m living proof of that.”
“Really? Was it her idea or yours?”
“It was hers at first. She didn’t want to get pregnant and she didn’t want to ruin her health with any of the different contraceptives that were out there. The pill could give her heart problems and a stroke, the hormones from the shot would leave her bald, her skin was too sensitive for the sponge and the foams and this and that. Hell after a while I agreed with her.”
“But she didn’t have a problem with the latex?”
“She never complained about it. Always said it felt like th
e real thing. That’s enough talk about my ex-wife and her hang-ups about contraceptives. We need to find a solution for tonight. I’m still hot and while you’re sitting in the position you’re sitting I’m getting even hotter.”
Shyla was straddled his lap, her legs parted, right on his member and it was like it was pulling him in.
“Okay, what do you suggest?”
“If not Felton then maybe Braxton or Bren-”
“Don’t even think about it,” Shyla said in a feisty Italian accent.
“Okay, okay. So you don’t think Essence will carry any in her purse just for occasions like this?”
“You know what Zackary Trellis you are doing too much. I have never asked my cousin for a condom and I’m not going to start. Now calm down. We will find a way.”
Zackary picked up his cell phone from the night stand. “Maybe my dad…” his words trailed off. He had a crazy look in his eyes and when he turned to Shyla she had an even crazier one. She knew he had lost his mind.
“What?” Shyla shook her head and rolled her eyes moving from his lap. He grabbed her and began laughing.
“I’m just kidding. I would never ask my father for a condom. Not in this day and age, anyway. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had them because he always made sure we were safe but I wouldn’t ask him for any. Now Uncle Alonzo is a different story. I bet he came here with a glove compartment full.”
“You just won’t quit, will you?”
“What? Unc has some I’m telling you. We can get enough until morning.”
“We’ll never have enough. But you keep on till you figure something out. I’m going to pleasure myself.”
“Whoa-”
Before he could finish the word she went down on him, quicker than he saw it coming. Shyla caught the tip of him in her mouth and twirled it around her tongue. He was much bigger than she had originally thought. His shaft was long and thick and had a slight curve in it but for the unnoticeable eye it was straight. He had been circumcised so the head was bigger and smoother to the touch. It gave him more sensation as she glided her mouth over the many nerves and down the base. Shyla sat in Indian style, one of her favorite positions. She moved her hands to either side of his body and planted them just on the side of the bed. She was very flexible. When she performed these maneuvers she didn’t use her hands just her mouth. And that had him jumping to her every move. When she bobbed her head up and down, readying him for the next wave of pleasure he almost came off the bed. He held her head in his hand lightly. He didn’t want her to go too far down and choke herself or gag. He wanted to stop her but it was feeling just too damn good. Oral sex had never made him feel this mesmerized. He bent his legs so that she wouldn’t have to bend so far down to get to him and it made for deeper mouth action on her part. When he thought it couldn’t get any better, it did. She moved her hands over his thighs and down his scrotum cupping his sack in her hand, twirling it around like massage balls. She then pulled his shaft out of her mouth and replacing them with his balls. Another moved that had him feeling vulnerable. She continued massaging his length while juggling the rest of him in her mouth.
“B-baby you need to…to c-come up. Stop!” Was that his voice squeaking like that? It was. “Shyla, baby,” he held her hair in his fist but not to the scalp.
“You’re going to make me come.”
“Umm hmm,” she agreed not coming up for air. “That’s the grand idea.” When she did and he thought she was done, she wasn’t. She glided her tongue back up his shaft, licking every inch. He let his hand fall from her head. When she reached the head of his penis her mouth closed back around it and slid back down taking him all in. She moved back up over him, his hands at his sides on the bed. She held her hands over his, they both grasping at the sheet. She felt his penis throb bigger and then it exploded. He released one hell of a yelp, damn near deafening her and himself. As he did her earlier she made sure that every morsel was indeed gone and that his orgasm had subsided before she let up. It was only fair, she thought.
When he opened his eyes she was sitting up smiling at him. He couldn’t help but smile back. She then began to laugh. “What’s so funny? And what did you just do?”
“You taste like chocolate chips.”
He shook his head. “I thought you said you were going to pleasure yourself.”
“I did. That give me immense pleasure,” she smiled and leaned over and kissed his lips.
“Well next time, give me fair warning before you do that again.”
“Why?”
“So that I can stop you before you get started.”
“You, you didn’t like it?” she was confused.
“Baby I loved it. Maybe a little too much. I never enjoyed oral sex being performed on me and I guess it’s because I never had a willing partner that hadn’t felt it was a dirty deed. It was a sin for a woman to defile her body that way.”
“Tell me you didn’t believe that.”
“Of course I didn’t believe it but I could never force a woman to do that much anything else. It would be wrong. But you, you made it seem like an art of some kind and while I enjoyed it immensely,” he kissed her lips tasting him on them, “these lips are for kissing. This mouth is for kissing and talking dirty to me.” They chuckled while he put his hands under her bottom and flipped her onto her back parting her legs in the process. “Now these lips,” he parted them with his fingers and explored every nook and cranny. “These lips were made for kissing,” which he did, “and sucking,” which he sampled, “and driving a man wild,” which he proceeded to show her. He made love to her in the most intimate way he knew how and then they explored it together. Holding nothing back, they gave themselves over to one another. And tonight they made an informal commitment to one another forever.
Chapter Fifteen
Morning came all too quickly it seemed to Shyla. She found herself wide awake by 7am. Zackary was still sleeping peacefully, on his back with a smile on his face. She wondered if he was dreaming or if that’s the way he fell asleep after their last go round of love making. She had fallen asleep just before he had and even though she was exhausted she knew she had a smile on her face when she dropped off to sleep because she felt that same smile dancing around in her heart.
When Shyla moved around on the bed Zackary didn’t stir. She got up to go to the bathroom, showered, brushed her teeth and combed her hair before getting dressed, when she came back into the bedroom he was still asleep. She kissed his lips, he stirred but didn’t awake. She hated to leave but she wanted to do her morning walk before he got up and then get back in bed with him when she returned. She wouldn’t be gone long, she thought.
She went into the living room where her cousin was sitting enjoying breakfast and watching the Saturday Morning Cartoons.
“What are you doing up so early?” she asked.
“Hungry,” she raised her plate full of delicious food. “And I’m too exhausted to sleep.”
“Are you sure you’re not pregnant? You have been tired.”
“I’m not sure. I’ve been wondering about it but we haven’t gotten pregnant before and I’ve felt like this before so I put it in the back of my brain and went on about my days.”
“So what are you going to do about it?” Shyla snatched up a piece of bacon from her plate.
“Hey!”
“Too much sodium. Next time use turkey bacon. It’s really good. Now what are you going to do?”
I’ll take a test when I get home just to pacify Felton. He is bugging really hard.”
“Shyla laughed. “If you are, he’ll be very happy. Well I hope everything works out.”
“I do also. Where are you headed?”
“Going out for my morning walk, you want to tag along?”
“No I do not. Maybe a little later when it’s warm out,” Shyla nodded. “You had a good night.”
“I had a wonderful night.”
“So, are you two okay?”
“I’d say we’re bette
r than okay. I’m off. If he wakes up before I get back tell him I went for a walk. I hope to be back in about an hour.”
“Okay. Have a good time.”
Shyla left the house happy for a great night and thankful for a beautiful new day. She took a deep breath as she walked down the steps, loving the crisp fresh air. It had not begun to get hot. But it would be by ten and that’s why she wanted to hurry.
Shyla was hoping to make a picnic for her, Zackary and the twins. She really liked pretending to be a family with them. Maybe one day if she really prayed enough Zackary and his children would be the family she’d always wanted. Last night they hadn’t used any protection. Maybe they would have an addition to their family in nine months. It would be more than she could ask for. If only she was sure of the love they shared.
Venice was walking to her car when she saw Shyla coming from the bakery.
“Hey Shy.”
“Good morning, Venice! Where are you off to?”
“I am going to run into town so that I can pick up my gown for the ball. I had it made. The dressmaker said I could pick it up this morning since we have so much to set up for later. Would you like to join me? I plan on getting some breakfast too.”
“We’re just picking it up?” Venice nodded “Sure. I’m starved anyway. And I need to pick up a few things from the drug store.”
She had planned on surprising Zackary with the condom’s so that he wouldn’t have to go out today and get any. She would get a pregnancy test for Essence and she would get herself some body wash. She loved smelling fresh and sure Zackary would appreciate it as well.
When they got to the dressmaker and Shyla saw how pretty Venice’s dress was she couldn’t help but feel envious. The dress was gorgeous. She had brought a dress with her but it wasn’t as extravagant as this one. It wasn’t even one that you would wear to a gala or ball. She had to find something else. She asked the dressmaker if she had dresses that she had made but they weren’t for anyone in particular. She told her yes. She looked at Shyla’s build and her figured and told her that she had two dresses that she thought she might like but for sure she had one that would fit her and knock the socks off of the man she was with for the evening.