Gate Wide Open

by M. T. Pope

  “Oh, I went online to your law firm’s webpage and printed out your picture. I showed it to him, and he keeps it in his pocket every day, waiting for the chance to meet you.”

  I couldn’t help but be touched by the sentiment. “Look, I don’t want to be rude, but I need to be going. I have to be at work early in the morning.” I scooted my chair back, preparing my exit. “I’ll be in touch about the DNA test and the other things ASAP.”

  As I was leaving Li’l Shawn popped up and hugged me again. “Daddy, don’t leave me! I want you to stay.”

  I picked him up and assured him that we would be seeing each other on a regular basis. I didn’t know how I would pull it off, but I had to, until I was ready to tell Mona the truth.

  I walked out of the restaurant and to my car shaking my head in awe of my new addition to my family. I was sure he was mine. He looked just like me, I just wanted to be a hundred percent sure by taking a DNA test.

  I made my way into the house pretending I had a normal day. After I sexed Mona, I drifted off to sleep with yet again another full plate of deception and lies.

  Chapter 29

  Sherry

  Getting the Juices Flowing

  December 16th, 2018, 7:55 P.M.

  Strangely, I was enjoying spending time with Keisha. She was actually pleasant to be around. When James asked me to help him keep an eye on her, he wanted me to pretend I was gay, which didn’t sit right with me at first. Then again, I was using him as well. He just didn’t know about it. His ass thought he was going to get away with taking Shawn away from me. Faggot-ass muthafucka.

  When I saw Shawn at the restaurant the other day, I was like, Damn! He’s still fine as wine! He had obviously aged, but it was hard to tell how much. I almost told James to go screw himself, and I would try to go after Shawn again, but I knew he would never leave Mona for me.

  I pulled up in front of Keisha’s house and parked the truck James let me use for a while.

  “Hey, baby,” I said to her as she greeted me at the door.

  I kissed her on the lips, and surprisingly, I wasn’t grossed out. I just mentally psyched myself out by thinking she was just a guy with different equipment.

  “How you been doin’?” I asked as we walked into her living room and took seats together on the couch.

  She had a Christmas tree up and a couple of gifts already underneath it. I noticed it was extremely quiet around her house. There were normally kids running around all over the place.

  “Where the kids at?”

  “Oh, they over my mom’s house for the weekend.”

  Keisha was a good mom. It was just that the kids were bad as hell. She was living on public assistance again, after spending all the money that she stole from Kenny, her baby daddy, on fancy clothes and nights out on the town. We had been seeing each other for a couple of days now, and she was spilling her guts about everything, like how she set Kenny up and how she and his sister got romantically involved. She said she was tired of Kenny running the streets late at night and not coming home sometimes. That’s when Antoinette would come over to visit her nephews, and they would talk for hours. One day when she was over and the kids were all asleep, Antoinette made a move on her, and they had been getting down ever since.

  I was brought out of a daze by Keisha bursting out into tears.

  “What’s wrong?” I said, getting close to her and cradling her in my arms while she sobbed.

  “I can’t believe Antoinette is doing this to me. After all we have been through. How could she cheat on me and leave me home at night like this all by myself? First, Kenny, now her. I don’t deserve this shit.”

  As she continued to sob in my arms, the nurturing mother in me started to stroke her hair and rock her like a baby.

  “Everything is going to be all right,” I said, lifting her chin up and looking into her eyes. “I’ll hold you all night long, baby.” I was laying it on thick. I almost felt sorry for what James was planning for her.

  I kissed her on the forehead, and in return, she took me by surprise and kissed me on the lips and forced her tongue in my mouth. At first, I wanted to slap the hell out of her, until I noticed how gentle she was.

  She continued to kiss me, slipping her tongue in my mouth even further. Not having sex for over six months was taking its toll, and I began kissing her back.

  She slowly started unbuttoning my shirt, exposing my braless breasts. She took one in her mouth and started to suck on it as if she was nursing. I let out slight moans as the sensation she was giving me was making my pussy drip and soaked my panties.

  She pushed me back on the chair and began undoing my pants. She removed my shoes, pants, and panties and threw them on the floor. She got up and ran into the kitchen and came back with a bowl of ice and a bottle of honey.

  I watched as she took a cube of ice and placed it into her mouth and let it swirl around in her mouth. I had to admit, that shit was turning me on. I was ready to get it on.

  With the ice still in her mouth, she made circles around my nipples, causing them to harden and become erect.

  The ice and her tongue sent shivers down my back as the now melted ice ran down my chest. “Oh! My! Ahh!”

  She worked her way down to my hairless kitty and began fingering it, first with one finger, and then with two.

  I arched my back as she was working me overtime. I had masturbated before, but her shit was off the hook.

  She took the honey, poured it on my pussy, and began lapping like a dog at a water dish.

  I started twitching and shaking, and within minutes, I was screaming out her name.

  She looked up at me with a wicked smile on her face. “We not finished yet.”

  I didn’t know what she meant, until she pulled out her large veined dick from underneath her couch. I thought that was an odd place for a dildo, but I ignored it.

  She poured honey on that as well, as she slowly eased the large fake dick in me. She pulled it out and licked it like she was licking a Bomb Pop.

  Again, this shit was turning me on, and I wasn’t used to women fucking me.

  All of a sudden, she was fucking me like she was a nigga trying to get himself a good nut, and I was nutting all over the dildo as I came back to back. This bitch was good, and I was seriously thinking about jumping on this side of the fence for good. Nah!

  She collapsed out of breath on top of me like she had really physically fucked me.

  I had never been this exhausted after sex with a man and I loved it. We fell asleep on the couch cradled in each others’ arms like we were lovers.

  “What the fuck is this shit!”

  We were awakened by the voice of a female standing over us with the dildo in her hand. We both jumped up like it was the police busting us for drugs. I immediately covered myself as the broad who I assumed was Antoinette stared me down.

  I had to admit, Antoinette didn’t look like a lesbian, but her ass sure fought like one. Before Keisha could get away, she sucker-punched her, dropping her to the floor instantly.

  Damn! It’s like that? I wasn’t going out like that. I was still naked and I was scanning the room, looking for something to fight with, since she was a little bigger than me.

  She charged me, tackling me to the floor. As I went down, we knocked over a table with a lamp on it.

  She was on top of me getting ready to swing, when all of a sudden, Keisha came out of nowhere and jumped on her back. Keisha was clawing at her face from behind, and Antoinette was trying her best to shake her off.

  I took the opportunity to grab the lamp and bash her in the head, sending her and Keisha flying backwards. Antoinette was out cold, and had a small gash on her forehead that was leaking blood.

  I scrambled to get out of the house as fast as I could. I had my clothes in hand as I made a mad dash toward my car. It was the middle of the night on Greenmount Avenue, but I could have cared less.

  Right before I darted out of the house, I told Keisha that we had to do it again, that
I would call her to set it up. Nearly getting my ass whipped didn’t deter me from getting another nut like she had given me. I had to admit, my adrenaline was pumping, and I was truly enjoying my trip back to Baltimore.

  Chapter 30

  James

  Well, Well, Well

  December 16th, 2018, 12:07 P.M.

  I was in the house baby-sitting Li’l Shawn, because I had Sherry doing some of my dirty work today. Surprisingly, he was a very quiet kid who didn’t require much attention, which was a plus for me. I strolled around the house doing chores like washing clothes and basic house cleaning, pretending to be a good man-wife and tend to my man’s home—Correction, our home.

  When I had brought home Li’l Shawn yesterday, I’d lied and told Wallace that I was baby-sitting for my cousin because she had to go out of state to handle some personal business. He ate it up because I was his baby and he knew I would never lie to him. I always wondered how I could get away with so much devious shit and still sleep good at night.

  I decided I would take Li’l Shawn out for a little adventuring. I had some money to burn and didn’t want to stay in the house all day waiting on Wallace to get in from running the streets.

  “Hey, li’l man,” I said to him, patting him on the head as I walked into the living room, where he was watching cartoons. “You wanna go shopping with me today?”

  When he nodded his approval, I told him to get his jacket, since it was autumn and a little nippy outside. I told him it would be about fifteen minutes before I would be back.

  I had already taken a shower, and all I had to do was get dressed. After I put on my jeans and nice button-up shirt, I finished shaping up my hair and made my way out the door, no destination in mind.

  I decided to go to Columbia Mall and do some shopping for me, Li’l Shawn, and Wallace, but mainly me. We parked near the Nordstrom entrance and made our way inside. I was getting an adrenaline rush because I knew I was going to burn a lot of cash today.

  As I browsed, I picked out a few Sean John outfits for Li’l Shawn and Wallace. I was also a cologne fanatic. I went crazy at the counter, sampling almost everything they had. I ended up buying about twenty different fragrances, because almost all of them smelled good on me. In fact, many people told me that “cologne mixed well with my body chemistry.”

  I made a quick trip to my car to drop off the bags I had already accumulated and continued on the shopping spree. We went from Eddie Bauer to Abercrombie & Fitch, to Rockport, to Abercrombie kids. I even made a trip inside Today’s Pet to get some things for my cats. We again made a trip back to the car to unload the bags we accumulated.

  In total, I think I spent about nine thousand in the mall in about three hours. A personal best.

  We were both famished, so I decided I would take us to get some barbeque spare ribs from Famous Dave’s in Owings Mills. I absolutely adored that place. The food was off the hook, especially their corn muffins.

  As we were being seated, my eyes locked on to a person I was surely glad to see. I told Li’l Shawn to go and be seated while I go and have some fun. I didn’t want him to be seen and have my plan foiled.

  “Well, well, well,” I said as I stood at the table where Mona and my two daughters, Ashley and Diana, were sitting.

  “Oh, ah. Hey, James,” she said, trying not to show her nervousness in front of the kids.

  “Long time no see,” I said, looking her straight in the eyes.

  She had the look of fear that I liked on her face. Her ass probably was about to wet herself on the spot.

  “Give me a hug and stop acting all shy and stuff.”

  As she hesitantly got up and gave me a hug, I pulled her toward me and whispered in her ear, “Daddy’s back.”

  She went to sit back down and missed the chair, falling on the floor. It took everything in me not to laugh at her as she got up and sat in the chair.

  Just to mess with her head again, I said, “So where’s that buddy of mine?”

  “He, uh, he at home,” she stammered over her words once again. I was loving it.

  “Oh, that’s too bad. I was wondering if we could have a boys’ night out again,” I said, winking my eye, “you know, like we used to do.”

  “Yeah, sure. I’ll tell him as soon as I get home,” she said with a fake smile.

  “These two young ladies must be Ashley and Diana.”

  She nodded her head.

  “You two are so pretty, and y’all look just like your mom and dad.” I smiled

  Sweat was bristling at the top of Mona’s forehead. I knew she wanted to get up and run, afraid I was going to spill the beans, of which I had no intentions. I was going to milk them once again for all I could, and then hang them out to dry.

  I decided to let up and go about my business. She was suffering enough. But I made sure I made a mental note to get her on the phone and get some money out of her as well. Again.

  I detoured to our assigned booth near them but not visible enough for Li’l Shawn to be seen and ordered our food. She glanced around from time to time, showing her uneasiness. I was enjoying torturing the Black family once again.

  After about ten minutes of me and Li’l Shawn being there, they swiftly made their exit out of the restaurant. She looked like she was damn crazy as she sped out of the establishment. I couldn’t help but laugh to myself.

  Buzz. I felt my phone vibrating. I looked down and noticed a text message from a blocked number: Yo ass sure looked good in them jeans u are rocking. Too bad the paramedics might have to cut them off u. Safe ride home. lol.

  I looked around trying to see if I could see anybody looking suspicious. Everybody was eating their food, minding their business. So it seemed. This shit did have me a little worried. Just a little, though. I just deleted it and continued to eat my meal.

  Later on that day, I took Li’l Shawn back to his ghetto-ass momma, who informed me of her progress, saying, I would be able to exact my revenge any day now.

  I walked in the house exhausted, yet ready to have me some try-to-break-the-headboard time with Wallace.

  Chapter 31

  Shawn

  Testing the Waters

  December 20th, 2018, 4:34 P.M.

  I sat in my office and held the sheet of paper that showed I was 99% conclusively Li’l Shawn’s biological father. I had a son? Flesh and blood that was mine? I was so excited to know this.

  You’re probably thinking, ‘How can he feel this way when he already has three children at home?’ Well, though I had been raising them as my own, technically, they were not mine.

  I can remember the day I got the call that Mona went into labor. I was at work, and it was about ten o’clock at night. I was completely exhausted, because the case I was trying in court in a couple of weeks was whipping my butt. I had just made junior partner and was still trying to prove myself as a top-shelf lawyer.

  Mona was due to give birth at any moment. I swore to myself I wouldn’t be one of them husbands that acted a fool when his wife was going into labor, but I was fooling myself, because when I got the call, I completely lost my mind.

  “Shawn, it’s time.” Mona breathed heavily into the phone. “They’re coming!”

  “Okay, Mona!” My breathing had become labored as well. “You call my mom or your mom? Is the suitcase in the car? How you gonna get to the hospital?”

  “Shawn…Shawn…Shawn,” Mona calmly spoke into the phone.

  I heard her, but I kept on rambling. “Oh God! How am I going to get you to the hospital? Can I make it to the house in time? You call the doctor? Or am I supposed to call the doctor?”

  I was now scrambling around my office, trying to find my car keys. Mona was talking, but I wasn’t listening. My mind was racing, and I was already in the hospital in my mind. I raced to the elevator and pressed all of the down keys on the three elevators that stood before me. The way I was drenched in sweat, you would have thought I was a crackhead in need of a high.

  “Shawn! Shawn!” She was ye
lling now, and that bro-ught me back around.

  “Yeah, baby. Yeah, baby. I—I—I’m here. Just hold on, Mona. I’m coming.”

  In a flash I was out the building and practically running down the street toward the car garage a block and a half away.

  It was winter, and I had left my coat in my office, but I didn’t realize that until I got in the car. I sped out of the parking garage like I was Batman and the mayor had just flashed the bat in the sky.

  “Shawn, baby, we on our way to the hospital now!” This time the voice of my mother-in-law played in my ear. “Just meet us at Northwest Hospital.”

  “How did you? Where is? Is she okay? Mama, I’m coming.”

  The hospital was about forty minutes away, but I made it there in twenty minutes. I should have been pulled over for reckless driving, because I was breaking all kinds of laws, running lights, passing stop signs, and I almost hit a pedestrian as well.

  I ran into the hospital and up to the front desk, asking where my wife was. “My wife, here, er, pregnant, babies…miss them…no…”

  The receptionist looked at me and laughed. I didn’t see what was funny.

  “This must be your first.” She smiled.

  I laughed slightly, sweating and breathing very hard.

  “What’s her name?”

  “Who?”

  “Your wife’s?”

  “My wife?”

  “Yes, your wife’s name?”

  “She-she giving birth, having the babies, er, see her now.” I rambled again. I thought I was having a panic attack.

  “Okay, I understand that part.” She looked at me like I was crazy. “But I will need to know her name to find her.”

  I heard her, but I didn’t. I looked around and saw the double doors and ran toward them. I was totally gone. I didn’t know anything: room number, floor, or ward, but I was running down the hall, calling her name out.

  As I was running, I didn’t see a patient with an oxygen tank, so I tripped and fell and hit my head on the side of a gurney. I was out for the count. I woke up in a hospital bed next to Mona and the twins. She was holding one, and my mom was holding the other.