by Cachet
Feeling myself about to explode, I climb up off the couch and make my way to the stairs. I can’t get to my bedroom fast enough. Once I get inside, I close my door and take a seat on the bed.
“Terry ain’t gone be able to keep me off yo’ ass when I see you!” Katrina continues to threaten me.
“I’m not even worried,” I tell her speaking the truth.
I put up with Katrina because she’s Terry’s baby’s mother. Yeah, I may let her say some slick shit every once in a while, because I’m always trying my best to keep the peace. If not, I know that I would have been gave her these hands. I don’t ever want Shad to see his mother and his daddy’s girlfriend fighting. I’m positive that that would be something that would scar him for life. I love Shad and I want him to love me to; especially since I have plans on being a permanent fixture in him and his dad’s life. Katrina on the other hand, I can do without.
“You know what bitch?” she scoffs, “That’s why I don’t like yo’ ugly black ass!”
“Whatever,” I tell her paying no mind to her name calling; I’m used to it. “What you need to do is gone and find yourself something to get into. Damn, ain’t no bars open?” I ask taking a shot of my own.
Katrina is a known party girl that’s always in the scene.
“Real funny ugly,” she sneers. “I ain’t going out tonight because I’ve got plans,” Katrina laughs. “You know Terry’s usually over here at least a few times a month.”
“Are you done?” I ask.
I don’t feel like doing this with her today.
“He still can’t get enough of this pussy,” she brags. When I don’t reply she continues. “I’m serious. I probably won’t be done with him until early morning…maybe around four, so don’t wait up,” she laughs again. “You know what the fucked up part is Shanair?” Again I don’t answer. “The fucked up part is the fact that the nigga has you babysitting our son while he’s over here blowing my back out.” A loud cackle comes through the earpiece.
I open my mouth preparing to check this bitch like only I can, but before I get a chance I hear the notification that lets you know that the phone has been disconnected. Ugh, I swear this bitch gets on my fucking nerves. I hold the phone in my hand and just stare at it, because I know this shit did not just happen. Now I’m pissed and ready to kick somebody’s ass. Now that I think about it that was probably her plan all along. She was just calling to fuck with me. Yeah, Katrina claimed that she wanted to talk to Shad, but I’m sure she knows what time her son goes to sleep. I mean, she does have him most of the time. Nah, the bitch was just bored and looking for some drama like always.
Katrina did ignorant shit like that all the time in the beginning. I remember she used to have me questioning every little thing that Terry did, because I believed all of the bullshit she said. That was then, and this is now. I refuse to allow that hoe to get me out of my hookup. Placing my phone on the charger, I head down the stairs to get the kids who I know without a doubt, are sleeping. One by one I carry them up the stairs and place each of them on the queen-sized bed in the spare bedroom of my house. With them out of the way, I go back downstairs, cut off the television and clean up before returning to my room.
It’s after midnight by the time I get out of the shower, and Terry still isn’t home. Plopping down on the bed, I call his phone a few times, but of course he doesn’t bother to answer. After putting on a night shirt, I climb under my covers and turn out the lights. I’m not even going to allow Terry to take my energy tonight. I’m too tired to deal with his bullshit. I’ll deal with his stupid ass in the morning.
Chapter 14
Terry
“You know how I like it baby,” I growled, as I grabbed the back of her head and guided it up and down my dick. “Mmmm, yeah, just like that.”
She looked up at me with a smirk on her face, which let me know that she was more than happy to oblige. With my eyes closed, I allow her warm mouth to suck all my stress away. I swear it doesn’t matter how bad of a day I’m having, head will always get me right.
“You like that?” she asks, before licking and sucking each of my balls.
The combination of her jacking my dick and playing with my balls drives me crazy.
“Ahhhh,” I yell feeling my nut building.
Katrina smiles before she makes my dick disappear inside her mouth once again. She continues to pump her hand up and down my shaft while bobbing her head up and down at a rapid speed. In no time she’s sucking the nut right up out of me, and there’s nothing I can do about it; not that I would stop her anyway. My body jerks and my toes curl and release against my will. I’m powerless, but it feels so fucking good. Each time the head goes all the way to the back of her mouth, I spew more of my babies down her throat. I can’t say a lot of things about my baby momma, but she makes sure that whenever we hook up I’m completely satisfied. It’s been that day since the very beginning.
I was at a basketball game with a few of the guys who work with me when we first met. During half time, I went to the concession stand to get something to munch on, and ended up standing right behind Katrina. As we stood in line, I listened as she yapped away on her cell phone talking about how she was so happy that her housing application had been approved, because she was ready to move out of her mother’s apartment. She went on and on about how much her mother made her sick, how she was tired of having a curfew, and how she was ready to do what the hell she wanted. While she talked, I turned up my nose and chuckled, because not only was she too loud, but ghetto as hell. I guess she heard me, because she turned around and looked at me with her face screwed up.
“Ugh.” She rolled her eyes before she turned back around. “Girl, I’m gone fuck around and have to cuss somebody out in this bitch.”
Again I chuckled, this time shaking my head because I knew she was referring to me. Although she was hood as fuck, I liked how feisty she was. She was an itty bitty thing, not more than five feet tall, but I could tell that she had the heart of someone much taller. Her complexion was a few shades lighter than mine, and I could tell right away that she must have been mixed with something because she didn’t look to be all black. Whatever it was, she was a sight for sore eyes.
Once again she turned to face me, and this time she pulled the phone away from her ear.
“Is something funny?”
“Nah, baby girl, ain’t nothing funny,” I responded looking her up and down.
She was wearing a pair of black and grey Jordans, and some cheetah print leggings. Her body wasn’t bananas, but she had a really nice shape. Since the leggings left little to the imagination, I could see that she had thighs, and a cute little bubble butt that fit her body perfectly. The white, off-the-shoulder belly shirt showcased her small waist, and her long black hair was pulled out of her face and secured with a headband that matched her pants. Little momma was pretty; young as hell, but pretty.
“I can’t tell. You seem like your full of laughs back there. How about you let me in on the joke…I mean, I wanna laugh too.” The way she looked me in my eyes made my dick hard.
“What’s your name little momma?”
It was her turn to laugh.
“Katrina, why?
I licked my lips before I answered her question with, “Because I wanna know who to ask for when I call your phone.”
“Girl let me call you back, I’m about to chat with Mr. Giggles,” she told her friend before she disconnected the call.
While we waited in line, I found out that she was just a few weeks shy of her nineteenth birthday. She also shared that she was there with a youth group that came to her neighborhood to help to keep the at-risk youth busy by allowing them to do different activities. By the time we got our food, I came to the realization that Katrina was a pretty cool chick. We exchanged numbers and started to kick it immediately. She knew all about Shanair, but didn’t care. She told me that it was because she was young and wasn’t looking to be tied down anyway. I didn’t complain, because h
earing that was music to my ears. Since she was no longer in school and didn’t have a job, she was pretty much available whenever I called her.
In the beginning, we kicked it at hotels or even in my car, but after about a month, she was called to come and sign her lease on her own apartment. It was in a pretty bad neighborhood, but Katrina didn’t care because not only was she happy to finally have her own place, she had grown up in the projects all of her life so she was used to it. Since I would be coming over, I helped her to furnish her apartment. I purchased her a bedroom set, a table for the kitchen and a sectional for her living room. In only a few months, we had gotten pretty close and soon I was over her house every morning. That was around the time when Shanair was very busy at work, so she didn’t even notice that I was never at home during the day. Katrina would cook me breakfast, and we would spend the remainder of the day fucking like rabbits. Sometimes we used protection, but many times we didn’t. That’s why I wasn’t too surprised when she called and told me she was pregnant.
I tried to hide Katrina’s pregnancy from Shanair for as long as I could. She was well into her sixth month, and I thought I was doing a pretty good job; that was until Shanair found her ultrasound picture in my coat pocket. Once she found that, I had no choice to break down and tell her the truth. It broke her heart, and she cried for a full week straight. I’ll admit I was worried that she was going to leave my ass, but she didn’t. Instead she loved me harder, while letting me know that she would help me as much as she could. You see, that’s the shit I love about Shanair. No matter what it is, she always has my back.
It seemed like as soon as Katrina found out that Shanair knew she was pregnant, she changed for the worse. She went from respecting that I had a girl at home, to calling all hours of the night, asking me to bring her this and that. Since she had never done it before, I figured it was her hormones going crazy. Sometimes I would take her food and whatever else she needed, but others I would tell her that she would have to wait until the morning; that would only make her madder. It only got worse once she gave birth.
Once Shad was born she turned up her crazy. If it wasn’t one thing it was another. Katrina wanted everything her way, and if it wasn’t done exactly the way she liked it, there was hell to pay. I have never regretted my kids, but fucking with Katrina had me seriously wishing that I could go back to the day we met, just so I could turn and walk the other way. She was just that bad. Little shit pissed her off. If I didn’t answer my phone right away, she was threatening to not let me see my son. One day I was a few minutes late to pick Shad up and her petty ass went down to the child support building and signed my black ass up. I was pissed when I finally got the notice in the mail.
So to keep Katrina pacified, I come over and fuck her from time to time. That seems to be the only thing that keeps her in line. It’s not like I don’t enjoy it, because I do. I also know that if I don’t, she will make my life a living hell.
“Alright, give me this dick,” Katrina whispered, once she had finished sucking my dick back hard.
I watched her as she stood up and lay back onto the bed. She spread her legs wide, and sucked on her two middle fingers before rubbing her clit with them. As she pleased herself, I admired how sexy she was. Since having Shad, Katrina had gained a few pounds, but they all went in the right places. Her thighs were a little thicker, and her ass had more weight on it. Inching my way closer towards her, I lifted one of her legs and started to kiss it at the ankles. Katrina moaned and bit down on her bottom lip.
With each kiss, I traveled up her leg until I was at her thighs. She watched me intensely hoping that I would kiss a little higher, but she knew better than that. Although Katrina is my baby mother and I got love for her, she’s a little wild. I don’t know what she does when I’m not around, but I’m almost certain that she’s fucking other niggas. As I continued to climb in the bed, a look of disappointment flashed on her face, because she knew that just like always, I wasn’t fucking around. There was only one pussy that I ever tasted, and that was Shanair’s. Everyone else got dick only. With it now in my hand, I rubbed it up and down her dripping slit. Moments later I pushed myself inside and prepared to blow her back out.
It’s a little after four o’clock in the morning, and I’m in my car heading home. As I merge onto the freeway, my cell phone vibrates on my hip. At first I ignore it because I’m sure it’s Shanair calling to complain about being stuck with my kids all night, but when it begins to ring again, I glance at the screen and see that’s it’s actually Brittany.
“What’s up Brit,” I answer, hoping that she doesn’t want me to come over. I’m exhausted from fucking with Katrina for the last few hours.
“Where you at?” she asks, and I can tell that something is wrong.
“On my way home, why, what’s up?”
“I need to talk to you. Can you come over?”
“I’m tired as fuck Brit, and I can barely keep my eyes open,” I explain. It’s not a lie; I’m exhausted. “Plus I don’t feel like driving all the way over there. Can’t you just tell me over the phone?”
“I bet if I was calling to give you some pussy, yo’ ass would drive over here!” Brittany snaps.
“Damn, you gone come at me like that because I’m tired? You trippin’.”
“You’re right and I’m sorry. I’m just stressed out right now,” she admits. “I got a lot going on.”
“Well, is there anything I can help with?” Hearing her sound so defeated makes me curious as to what she’s going through.
“Actually you can.”
“Well what can I do?” I ask ready for her to get to the point.
“You can take care of your child, because I’m pregnant.”
Chapter 15
Shanair
The sound of the shower water running awakens me from my sleep. When I open my eyes, the entire room is dark except from the light illumining from the bottom of the bathroom door. This means that Terry finally brought his ass home. Still irritated about him lying about him being on his way, I prepare to roll over on my side and go back to sleep, but when my eyes catch the time on the alarm clock I change my mind. It only takes me seconds to hop out of the bed, and dart across the room. Without bothering to knock, I twist the knob and push my way inside the bathroom. The door flies open and slams loudly against the wall.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Terry asks snatching the curtain back.
“Where the fuck have you been?”
“Working,” he responds, and I can clearly tell that he’s lying through his fucking teeth.
“Yeah, working my ass.”
My eyes drop to the floor, and when I see his discarded clothes I get an idea. Without saying anything else, I pick up his pants and begin to rummage through his pockets.
“What the fuck you doing?”
I don’t even bother to answer him, because by now I have his phone clutched in my hand. We lock eyes for a split second, and when I see the worried expression on Terry’s face I race back out the bathroom door and out of my bedroom. I can hear him calling my name as he scrambles to get out of the shower. A loud thud shakes the floor, and I laugh to myself when a visual of Terry falling pops into my head. Not slowing my pace, I quickly I move through the hallway and down the stairs, headed to the bathroom in the kitchen. Terry clumsily hops down the stairs trying to catch up with me, but I don’t care because I’m now safely locked inside the bathroom.
“Nair, give me back my fucking phone!” Terry yells from the other side. When I don’t say anything, he asks again, “Give me back my damn phone! What the fuck are you doing anyway?” he asks, and I can tell by his tone that he’s nervous.
I bet the muthafucka has been doing so much, he’s afraid of what I may find.
Again, I don’t respond. Instead, I take a seat on top of the closed toilet lid with his phone in my hand. With the screen lit up, I touch the phone icon and bring up the call log. As I scroll down, I see that he’s spoken to a bunch of
different people. Some are stored contacts, while others are just phone numbers. As Terry continues to yell obscenities while as he pounds on the door, I back out of the call log and make my way to the text messages. There are a few from a bitch named Charlotte, who’s asking him when she’s going to see him again. From his responses, it looks as if he’s been curving the shit out of her for the last week or so. I’m upset by her messages, because for her to ask to see him again, it means that he had to at least have seen her once before. After hitting the info icon, I quickly memorize her name and number, figuring that I’ll call her later and let her know that Terry is taken.
Backing out of the Charlotte’s contact, I go back to the messages and see that there are quite a few from that stankin’ ass Katrina. Usually I don’t even let seeing her name bother me, but because of our phone call earlier and the fact that Terry did indeed come back after four a.m. like she said, I now need to know what the fuck is up. When I open her messages, my heart drops when I see that he texted her a little before midnight with a message saying, I’m on my way. Like I’ve said time and time again, I know that Terry fucks around on me but never did I think that he would go back to that miserable bitch Katrina. She’s done nothing but made our lives a living hell since she’s been around. Well, I guess I’m better off saying that she’s made my life, because apparently she and Terry are cool.
Just thinking about all the times he’s complained about how much she gets on his nerves pisses me off. Or how he’s always talking about how she’s so irrational, and nerve wrecking, but he’s steady fucking this bitch. This is the same bitch that he swore he was sorry for messing around with in the first place. The very same bitch that ran down to the county building and put his ass on child support, all because he was late one day picking Shad up on time. Katrina has done everything in her power to fuck him over, yet he continues to deal with her. Then the muthafucka has the audacity to have me babysitting their fucking son while he does it. If that ain’t bullshit I don’t know what is.