by Cachet
“Anyways,” I tell her getting back to my story. “It was ten minutes before it was time for me to leave, and in walks his funky ass. Girl, he was drunk as hell. I was so mad I wanted to punch him in his fucking face.”
“And you should have,” she told me. "I would have knocked his ass upside the head for not only leaving out the house in the middle of the night, but for waiting until the last minute to bring his ass home,” she snaps, as always speaking her mind. Naomi isn’t a fan of Terry’s and she doesn’t pretend to be. “You’re better than me. Let Derrick try some shit like that, he won’t even have to worry about coming back home, because his shit would be outside waiting on him.”
“Derrick knows better than that,” I admitted, referring to her husband of nine years.
“You ain’t gotta tell me, because I already know. What was dumb ass’ excuse this time for leaving out in the middle of the night?”
“He claimed that he decided to go to the bar and have a few drinks.”
This time I give her the truth. When Terry came home this morning, he claimed that after our fight, he felt “stressed out” and needed to get out of the house. He also apologized for putting his hands on me, and promised not to do it again. I heard him, but paid his ass no mind because I had to get to work.
“With who?” Naomi asked.
“He says he was by himself.”
“I know damn well you don’t believe that shit Nair.”
“Of course I don’t,” I admit dropping my eyes.
“Well what are you going to do about it?”
I shake my head in defeat before responding, “What am I supposed to do?”
“What the fuck do you mean, what are you supposed to do?” The scalpel she was holding makes a splashing sound as it drops into water. With her face screwed up, Naomi looks at me as if I have clearly lost my damn mind. “You do know that you don’t need him right?” I just stare at her. “You make good money and can pay all your bills by yourself, so what do you need him for?”
“I know, but—”
“But my ass Shanair, fuck him! Send his ass over to one of those bitches he be fucking with, and let him be her problem. ”
“I don’t know for a fact that he’s cheat—”
“Come on Shanair, you can’t be serious right now. You know he’s fucking around, you just don’t want to believe it.” She takes a step back and glares at me. “I can’t stand that mutha…you know what? I ain’t even got shit else to say about it, because you gone do what the fuck you wanna do any way,” Naomi scoffs, before stepping back to the sink and going back to work.
I hate the fact that Naomi is upset, but she really has no reason to be. I’m the one who has to deal with Terry, not her. It’s easy for someone on the outside looking in to tell someone what they would do in their situation, because they are not in their situation. Just like me, I can give advice to someone all day long because their situation doesn’t apply to me. That’s the same thing with Naomi; our relationships are totally different. Derrick is nothing like Terry, and vice versa. I believe that as my friend, she is supposed to listen to me vent and not judge my decisions. At the very least she can pretend as if she understands where I be coming from. Sometimes I just need someone to talk to give me a listening ear. If not, I’m sure I’ll lose my fucking mind.
Chapter 6
Terry
Man, Brittany had my ass up all night. I swear that girl is a certified freak! She damn sure opened my eyes to the real her. That good girl act went right out the window, because she literally showed her ass last night. It’s crazy because the few times we hooked up while she was still in school, she was reserved and allowed me to do my thing. During that time I was thinking that she was inexperienced and shit, so I took pride in showing just how good I can give her the dick. I’m not sure if she was just putting on an act, the fact that we were in a hotel room and she didn’t want anyone to hear us, or if she was just trying to act shy because we had just met. Whatever the case, she unleased the beast and showed me exactly how she got down.
Brittany went from lying on her back in the missionary position to wanting me to twist and turn her body in all kinds of positions, even some shit that I’ve never done before. She was extremely flexible and could bend all kinds of way. Although that part took me through a loop, that wasn’t even the crazy part. What shocked me was the fact that she brought out a few toys for me to use on her. That shit blew my damn mind, because although I’ve been with my share of women, none of them have brought dildos, vibrators and swings to bed. Her ass couldn’t get enough and that had me feeling some kind of way.
I soon started to wonder if I had been satisfying her before. After damn near driving myself mad, I finally asked Brittany what was up because I was tired of wondering if I was dealing with an undercover hoe. Her response was that she had only had one boyfriend before me, and that they had been together since her freshmen year in high school, until they broke up early last year. She revealed that her ex-dude was a nympho and loved to have sex, all day every day, which meant that they did it all the time. That explained why she had so much stamina in the bedroom. Brittany also admitted that he was also the one who had taught her everything that she knew about sex. She ended the conversation by letting me know that since we had made our relationship ‘official’ the weekend before, she was finally comfortable with giving me all of herself without holding back. All I did was sit there with a smirk on my face, because unbeknownst to her, there was nothing official about what we were doing. Yeah I liked Brittany a lot, but she wasn’t Shanair. I already have a girl at home, and even though she gets on my damn nerves at times, I don’t have plans on leaving her, ever.
After our third round of hot and sweaty sex, I thought it was time to rest; I was exhausted. I hadn’t had any sleep since the night before, and I wanted nothing more than to catch some Z’s. I closed my eyes and tried to get me a few hours of sleep before I had to head home, but Brittany had other plans. I had just dozed off when she slid under the covers and put my dick in her mouth. My eyes fluttered and I moaned. As tired as I was, I wanted to tell her to stop, but it felt so good that I let her continue. Still on my back, I groggily gripped the back of her head, raised my hips slightly off the bed and fucked her mouth. Each time I slid to the back of Brittany’s throat, I expected her to gag but she never once did.
Minutes later, after she swallowed every drop of cum I shot into her mouth, she continued to keep sucking, never stopping no matter how much of a bitch I sounded like begging her to stop. She ended up getting it right back hard. At that time, I couldn’t take it anymore. I was tired and my shit was sensitive as hell, so I begged Brittany to let me take a quick shower. Shit, I was trying to buy me some time, because she was fucking killing me. Of course I figured that by the time I got out she would be sleep. That shit didn’t work, because no sooner than I got under the water, her ass was climbing in right behind me. By the time I walked out of Brittany’s apartment, I could barely keep my eyes open and my dick was sore. I ended up falling asleep in my car down the street from my house, for a few hours because I knew that if I went home Shanair was going to be ready for round two of our fight, and I was too damn tired for that.
I just left the house a few hours ago headed to the mall. I figured I’d get some shopping done while Shanair is at work. As soon as I enter Finish Line, I make my way over to the furthest wall in the back. I been here picking out summer clothes for my kids—Kendrick included—for the last hour. Spring will be over soon, so I have to make sure that they have enough clothes to transition to the more humid weather, because I can’t have my babies hot. I sit the numerous bags down on the floor beside my feet and take a closer look at the selection of shoes and boots that are showcased on the wall. I plan to get them all two pair of tennis shoes apiece, and maybe a pair of sandals just to get them started, knowing that I’ll be back before long to buy them more.
After deciding what I want, I head over to the register to get rung up.
A young looking chick standing behind the counter smiles at me as she scans each of the boxes that are stacked in front of her. I think she may be in her early twenties, but I’m not sure. By the way she’s cheesing and staring at me though, I’m sure I’m about to find out. The name tag attached to shorty’s shirt displays the name Charlotte.
“Were you able to find everything you needed?” she asks, still grinning.
“Yeah,” I respond, giving her the once over.
Charlotte is an average looking female. She’s not ugly, but she’s not what you would call beautiful either. If I had to put her in a category, I’d say that she was cute, but definitely nothing that would stand out in a crowd. I’d fuck her though, if I was in need of some pussy. She’s a short brown-skinned girl with a slim build. Her breasts don’t fit her body, because they are huge and look as if they are desperately trying to burst through the striped shirt she’s wearing. Dreads adorn her head and are pulled up in a high ponytail, which hang down and around her shoulders. There are a few old acne spots are on her face, but other than that her skin is pretty clear.
She has on light makeup and long, fake eyelashes that are clumped with a little more mascara then she needs, but unless you are up close, you wouldn’t even notice. Light pink gloss coat her full, juicy lips, and instantly I wonder how well she could suck a dick. Apparently she notices me staring, because her tongue glides across her bottom lip slowly.
“Do you see anything else you might like?” Charlotte inquires with a smirk on her face.
I chuckle at her boldness. “Maybe, but that depends,” I tell her.
“On what?” Her eyes open wide as she stares up at me with a puzzled expression.
“How old you are. I don’t mess with babies.” The fact that she looks kind of young doesn’t go unnoticed.
Now I’m a dog ass nigga when I wanna be, and I admit that I do a lot of foul shit at times. There’s one thing that you will never catch me doing, and that’s fucking with a child; not knowingly at least. One, that shit is sick, and two, I got a daughter myself, so what the fuck would I look like messing with a kid? Just thinking about my baby girl I get amped envisioning a grown nigga trying to take advantage of her. I swear I’ll kill a muthafucka with the quickness if I found out that he was messing with mines, and that’s the truth. At twenty-three, eighteen is the youngest I’ll go when fucking with a chick and even that depends on how mature she is. I don’t give a damn if her birthday is the following week, she better not call me until then. I don’t play those types of games.
Charlotte laughs, and her smile returns.
“Don’t worry, I’m legal,” she pauses. Her eyes never leave mine as she leans over the counter. “I’m nineteen, twenty in July, so you don’t have anything to worry about.”
“Well I guess you got it all figured out huh?”
“Yep, I sure do,” she answers confidently, looking me up and down. “What’s your name anyway?”
“Terry.”
Again she licks her lips.
“Well it’s nice to meet you Terry.”
One of her co-workers walks up to the register beside hers and begins to help the customer behind me.
“Do you have a Winner’s Circle Rewards Card with us?” Charlotte asks, straightening up and getting back to business. She begins to place the shoe boxes in bags.
“Nah.”
“Do you want one?”
“Nah, I’m good.”
“Okay, well your total is $467.84,” she tells me, running her tongue across her bottom lip once again.
I reach into my pocket to retrieve my wallet. After peeling off five hundred dollar bills, I hand them to her. As she opens the drawer, I look back towards the front of the store, and scope out the men’s section. I had already planned to make today about the kids, so I really wasn’t looking for myself anything. My eyes scanned each of the rows quickly, and when my eyes landed on a pair of orange and black Air Max 95’s, I knew that I would be coming back to get them this weekend. I’ll even pick up Shanair a few things. She likes when I randomly do stuff like that. She almost never asks me for anything, and because of it, I’ll give her the world. I’ve been slacking lately and I know it. I think it’s about time that I get back to showing her why she fell in love with me in the first place.
“Thirty-two sixteen is your change.” Charlotte hands me the bills, and a few coins. “Do you want your receipt in the bag?”
“Yeah, that’s fine,” I answer, accepting the money and sliding it into my pocket.
“You have a nice day.” She smiles, handing me the bags.
“You too,” I say winking my eye, before I turn and walk towards the exit.
Outside I load all of the bags into my car. When I slide my hand into my pocket to retrieve my phone my phone, a few bills fall out. I go to stuff them back and I see that one of them has red ink on it. I open it up completely and see: My name is Charlotte. Call me whenever you’re free. Directly under the words is a phone number. Amused, I laugh and wonder when she had to time to write it with me standing right in front of her. I’m sure I’ll get a chance to ask her, because now that I know she’s of age, I’m trying to find out what that mouth do.
Following a quick glance at my watch, I see that I still have a few hours before Shanair gets off work so I crank the engine, put my car in drive and head to the barbershop to get a haircut. I’m throwing a party this weekend, and I’ll be damned if I can’t get a cut for waiting until the last minute. I know that after the shit that went down last night, I’ll be in the house for a few days trying to smooth things over with my girl. When I stumbled in this morning she was pissed, so I made up an excuse about going out for a drink to clear my head after our fight. Since my eyes were red from just waking up, she didn’t argue with me, even though I know she didn’t believe a damn thing I said.
You see, Shanair knows that I fuck around. How she does is beyond me, but she always knows. I can’t even tell you how many times she’s caught me doing some shit that I don’t have no business doing. Of course once I’m caught, I make up some sort of lie to explain whatever it was that she found. Most of the time I chalk it up to something work related, or a hating ass bitch that can’t stand to see us happy. Even though I know for a fact that she never believes the bullshit I feed her, it doesn’t stop me from lying my ass off.
Shanair is what you would call a good girl, and you know like I do that they are hard as hell to find. She’s not just a good girl though; my baby is a full package if you ask me. She’s beautiful, educated and classy. Don’t get me wrong, she can get ghetto when she needs to, but in the public’s eye, Shanair can go from the night club to the boardroom in a split second. Not only that, but she’s extremely loyal and devoted to me and only me, and that to me is her best trait.
That’s right I said it. I don’t ever have to worry about her stepping out, or even giving another nigga her phone number, because Shanair just wouldn’t do no shit like that. I know other dudes will say it, but they don’t actually believe the words. I do. Shanair will never cheat on me, and I say that with my right hand to God. I know because I’ve worked hard to make sure of it. From the very beginning I’ve planted a seed and I’ve been watching it grow for the last five years.
I knew from the very first time I ran into Shanair that I wanted her to be mine. I also peeped that she suffered from low self-esteem. Shit like that ain’t hard to spot. The way she dropped her head when I approached her and barely made eye contact when I was speaking to her; or even how she blushed like a school girl when I told her how gorgeous I thought she was. I peeped the shit a mile away. Now don’t go thinking that I’m some sort of creep nigga for this, but I target beautiful women with low self-esteem; well for the ones that I make my women anyway. I guess you can say that it was something taught to me.
You see, women who doubt themselves will give you the world and you never gotta worry about them cheating, because if you spoil them right, can’t no other nigga compare to you. That�
�s the type of shit I do. I let Shanair know daily that I think she’s the most beautiful person in the world to me, because like I said, I know what kind of woman she is and I know that without a doubt that she will ride for me until the very fucking end, so I never have to question her loyalty.
I know what you’re probably wondering and that is, if you love her so much, and she’s such a good and loyal girl…why do you cheat on her? To be one hundred percent honest, I don’t know. I don’t know why I do the dumb shit that I do. Trust me, I know that Shanair doesn’t deserve any of the things I’ve done or will do to her in the future, but for some reason I can’t stop being a dog. I guess it’s in my nature. Maybe I got my women issues from my father, who for as long as I could remember was never with one woman.
My father, Lawrence Walker was the definition of a rolling stone. He came and went as he pleased, and there was nothing that anyone could do about it. I remember him being gone for days, sometimes weeks at a time, only to come home and things will go back to normal as if he never left. My mother, Mary, never said a word. I’m not sure if it was because she didn’t care about him being gone, or the fact that she was so used to the way that things went. Whatever the case was, she continued to do her wifely duties, as if things were perfect.
Now although my father stepped out on my mom every chance he got, he still made sure that he took good care of the both of us. Since I was the only child that he claimed publicly, I got everything I wanted and more. All I had to do was ask and it was mine, no matter what it was. I guess that’s why I have the attitude that I have now, because I’m so used to things going my way. I’m not sure of what it was that my father did for a living, but whatever he did, it was more than enough to provide for us, as well as the secret families that I later found out about. To this day, I’m sure my mother already knew about the extra women and the kids that he had made out of wedlock, but up until her dying day, she never uttered a word about it. Instead, she loved my father with everything in her all the way to the end, which is exactly how Shanair is.