A Dreamer's Today

by E. L. R. Jones

  Charisma walked out to the front of the restaurant and was even more shocked to find that Derrick was standing there with Melody. She was really confused then. Andre followed her out after paying the bill. She introduced Mel to Andre since she was the only person there who hadn’t been introduced and waited for what seemed to be a very interesting explanation. Andre must’ve picked up on the tension, so he excused himself and stated that he looked forward to their next meeting, but not before giving Charisma a kiss that would melt the socks off an ice cube. After regaining control of herself, she shot a look of disgust toward the two who were putting a damper on her evening.

  Melody knew that this was the moment that she was supposed to begin speaking, but a major part of her wanted so much for Derrick to tell what was going on. She wanted him to relay the mistrust that she’d placed in both of them and how low she’d sunk. When she looked at Derrick though, he seemed vehemently adamant about it being her responsibility to share this with Charisma. Melody looked to Charisma and then Derrick once again, but he stood firm on his unspoken decision. She sighed and looked at Charisma once again.

  Charisma was beginning to lose what little patience she had left. She wanted to know what was going on and the glances being exchanged between Mel and Derrick were not helping in getting any of her obvious questions answered. She repositioned herself and changed her posture to the no nonsense feeling that she was feeling. She looked at Derrick who looked as if he could knock Mel’s head off of her shoulders, so she knew this was not his doing. Which meant that this was all about Melody and she didn’t seem to be willing to give up the necessary information so easily. Having had enough of the stare down she decided she was ready to just leave whatever was not being said, unsaid. This did the trick because as she turned to go, Mel began speaking.

  Melody spoke the words quickly so that she wouldn’t lose her nerve. After she finished saying how she’d been following Derrick and Charisma for the past couple weeks, she watched Charisma’s eyes flare. Mel told her everything else as quickly as she could before everything went black. The last thing she remembered was Derrick yelling something and then that was all she wrote.

  Charisma stood over Melody, then looked at Derrick. She couldn’t believe that the reason she was freaking out and was about to hire someone for protection was because of her “best friend.” She couldn’t believe that all of this time it was because Melody thought that she was having a thing with Derrick. Derrick was a friend, like a brother to her, nothing more. She could never be that to him, never do that to Mel. She was furious by the time that she made it to her car and drove off leaving Derrick to deal with whatever was left of Melody.

  The night of the benefit seemed as if it was so long coming but came so quickly all the same. It’d been two weeks since all of that happened and still Charisma felt the pain of the betrayal. Even though she finally began speaking to Melody again, they couldn’t go back to who they were to each other. Mel’s jealousy had cost them their closeness. She still couldn’t help but invite her to the event that she was so proud to be a part of. She also wanted Mel to see her man in action. Derrick and Melody had decided to go together, but Derrick was only going to support Charisma and Andre. Derrick explained to Melody that they would not be able to be together because he saw how she viewed him. He didn’t want to have that type of woman be the woman he shared his life with or fathered children with.

  It broke Mel’s heart to find out that she was the reason that she would never have Derrick in her life the way that she wanted him to be, but she had to live with the effects of her actions. She also had to live with the fact that her best friend would probably never look at her the way she used to. Charisma was willing to share the success of this event with her, but that was as close to her heart that she would allow Mel, right now. She would talk to Mel from time to time, but it was never the heart to hearts that it used to be. When she spoke of Andre, it was always in the capacity of the business ventures that were coming up. Mel wondered if they would ever get back the relationship they once had. She tried to see how she would handle things if the shoe had been on the other foot. She quickly dismissed it and decided to let the cards fall how they may and deal with it as it came to her. She knew that Charisma was the better woman to deal with the matter, as she had.

  An Ever Changing Moment

  July 26, 2008

  How is a person, especially a woman supposed to just get up and move on with their lives when so much chaos is going on in their world? I cannot believe that Joshua would even suggest such a thing. I don’t think that he ever wanted any parts of this anyway. I don’t think that he wanted to be around. I think that he is relieved and feels that he can now move on and put this all behind him like it was a dream or something. He can move on all he wants, but I need more time. I feel as if I have reopened a wound that was supposed to have healed already and a leech has begun to attach itself to it and continues to suck in spite of the fact that the leech itself has been sliced open. I know it is a graphic image, but I need someone to understand just what it is that I am feeling. How can anyone just dismiss this as if it is nothing more than a hangnail or elongated toenail? It cannot just be clipped and thrown away.

  So much has happened that I cannot begin to think of where to begin. I guess I will start with the girls or Kendrell or maybe I should just begin with Joshua? I suppose it doesn’t matter whom I start with just as long as I begin, huh?

  I am not going to pretend to act as if I am not annoyed by this whole situation, but here it is standing before me as bold as my sixteen year old son, Kendrell, and his two, count them two pregnant girlfriends, Jennifer and Susan. They are standing before me arguing and all I can think of is the fact that I am pregnant myself and cannot take much more of this. I hear the statements deadbeat and asinine idiot. I hear one young lady say how she was with him first and then the other say that he loves her and only her. I hear them both say how the other should step aside and figure out who truly is the father of the other’s baby because it can’t possibly be my son because he was with her when he wasn’t at work or home.

  Truth be told, my son is one of the biggest whores I have ever met. I found out about his indiscretions on an unexpected early arrival home one day. I knew about Jennifer, a 17-year-old pretty blonde haired blue-eyed white girl that stood about 5’7, big breasts, flat butt, but had legs for days. I walked in on him almost putting Jennifer’s head through his headboard by the way he was ramming into her.

  The thought of that day is one that I wish that I could erase from my mind. That image shatters my idealistic picture of my son every time it creeps back into the forefront. I‘d gone up to his room to check his laundry basket for some whites because I didn’t have a full load in the washroom. I didn’t even know that he was having sex, less more doing it the way he was. I stood there in horror for about a minute just from the sheer shock of it all. Watching her full C cup breasts bounce back and forth and her long blonde hair was soiled from evidently either a rambunctious foreplay session or an elongated sex session. He was pumping her so hard that the bed was even asking for mercy. I could hear the words it feels so good and you always know how to lay it on me. He wasn’t naked. Thank God!! He just had his pants down with his boxers pulled off his ass just enough to hit it from behind. The smacking of her nonexistent ass was what brought me out of my trance. I don’t even think that they knew I was in the room. I shut the door and stood there for a moment trying to figure out how to go in there and stop what was going on in my own home. I heard moans and screams. Envy crept in because it had been quite a minute since my last screaming session. Joshua and I have been working insane hours. Focus, girl!! Your son is in the room you gave him, on the furniture you bought for him, screwing some girl.

  I open the door quickly and it slams against the wall. He jumps back and I quickly look away because I have seen more than enough of my share of sights today, but it is not quick enough. I see that his manhood has grown to be just as generou
s as his father’s and that she is completely clean-shaven down in the valley. I also see that he is wearing a condom, which allows me to at least breathe a quick sigh of relief. I tell them both that I want them dressed and in my living room in less than two minutes and if they choose not to that I will come back and beat the both of them. My son was 15 then. I immediately called my husband. Joshua was home in minutes and was quickly followed by Jennifer’s parents whom I called upon the two sexed up teenagers entering my living room. It was quite an embarrassing evening for them both. I figured that would be enough to deter him from doing anything like that again.

  I was wrong, dead wrong. I don’t know why, but I seem to be the only one that finds this boy during his acts of transgression. The next time I caught him, I nearly killed him because he was in my car. I was getting ready to go to the store because I forgot to go earlier and pick up some stuff that Joshua was supposed to have for a meet and greet he had the next day. It was about 2 months after the bedroom incident and this time the passenger seat was lowered all the way back and Ms. Girly of the moment, Jazmine, was giving him a blow job. Jazmine was a 15-year-old mixed girl with average looks and an average body except for her enormous ass. That girl’s ass was huge. I have no clue how it fit under my dashboard. I heard them before I could even make it to the car. The “suck it all” and “ooh daddy you like that don’t you” made me nauseous. I snatched open the car door, grabbed her by her hair and him by the front of his shirt. In one motion, I had thrown her to the ground and was slapping him so hard it took a moment for me to realize that he was still exposed from the waist down. I took her home after I filled Joshua in on the incident. The next day I went straight to the dealership and traded my car in for another.

  The last straw was the day I found him with two girls in the neighbor’s garage. I think those girls were named, Kym and Trina. One black and one Hispanic, but both were perfect picks for a rapper’s video shoot. The long hair, small waists, big breasts and asses, short skirts showing all of their thighs, and the facial expressions that say that I will do whatever it is you want. I couldn’t believe that they were so much older than he was. Both were 19-year-old college girls. We were having a bar-b-que at our house and had invited our friends and neighbors over. I realized that it was getting late and the darkness would bring out more bugs. So, I sent Joshua in the house for the bug repellent and I asked my neighbor if the tiki torches and lanterns were still in her garage. Of course, they were, hence my need to go and retrieve them. As I walk toward the garage, I hear something hit the ground. I didn’t think anything of it. I walk around toward the side of the garage because the main door was closed. I see that the side door is open and I walk in. A light is on, but it is somewhat dim from where I am entering. I make my way around piles of tools. One side of the garage is dedicated to storage for yard items and my neighbor’s husband’s tools. I weave through the path only to see that the lanterns are lit and where my neighbor’s car should be there is my son and these two girls lying down on a self made bed. The ménage à trois that is going on is in full swing and no one has heard or cares that I have made my way to this area.

  I am dumbfounded by the fact that the Hispanic girl looks up at me and returns to sucking him off like I am not standing there. I can’t see him because his head is in between the black girls legs. The black girl is squeezing on her own tits with one hand and trying to get at the Hispanic girls cooch with the other. The Hispanic girl finally maneuvers herself where the girl can eat her out. I am transfixed on this spectacle as my husband joins me. I hear him walking up asking me what is taking so long and all I can do is point. The three intertwined people in front of me are too engrossed in getting each other off to even know that they have onlookers. I come out of it as I hear my son moan, in between pleasuring this girl, and say that he is about to cum. I hear the Hispanic girl say that her mouth is ready and as I drag my husband out of the garage we hear an explosion of ecstatic screams from all three as they enter into a pleasurable moment of euphoria. We wait outside of the garage for what we think will be a short time, but quickly realize that we must have miscalculated the stamina of youth. We fill the time between the original overheard sexual explosion and the two that followed, by trying to figure out how in the hell we are this child’s parents, at least I was.

  My husband, of course, is enjoying every moment of it. He wants to applaud my son’s youth and stamina. He wants to shake his hand, give him some play and tell him how excited he is that his son was able to please two women at once. He wants to go out and tell the world how much pull his son has and that he is just like he was at his age. He wants my son to feel special for being able to get this many different girls to screw him at such an early age. He tells me that I have to hand it to him the boy has game. After trying to knock the wind out my husband and some sense into him, he finally relents to how I view the situation. In less than four months, I have caught this child having sex with at least 4 different females and at least before I was somewhat relieved to find that he had a stash of condoms.

  When they finally come out dressed and giggling to one another, the all are startled by the fact that we are sitting in the driveway with chairs and waters. One of the girls, the black one, asks if we enjoyed what we heard. The other girl snickers and my son steps away from them both. I jump up but Joshua beats me to them. He acts as a shield between myself and the girls. He tells the girls to leave quickly and never return, ever. He looks to me with a smirk and I resent the fact that he is enjoying this. I begin my tirade telling Kendrell that he is no longer living under my roof acting the way that he has been. I ask how could he not only disrespect his parents like this, but close family friends who have helped to raise him and himself. He doesn’t understand what the issue is. He wasn’t in our home or in our car. He says that it wasn’t supposed to happen there but somewhere else but the girls car wouldn’t stop and he was already excited. He knew the neighbors were at our home so he figured the garage was as good a place as any. He didn’t know how long they would be but knew that he couldn’t possibly pass up an opportunity like this one. As he speaks the words, his eyes implore his father to understand where he is coming from. The fact that Joshua’s eyes look to be considering this plea sends me into overdrive. I slap Kendrell hard and tell him to get out of my sight, go straight to his former room and pack his stuff. He is leaving tonight. He storms off. Joshua asks me where I am going to send him. I say I don’t know, but he is going somewhere because he doesn’t seem to understand what he has done is completely wrong.

  In the next hour or so, Joshua had convinced me to allow Kendrell to stay home tonight and let him go and be with his parents for a couple weeks to give me some time to breathe. He figured since his parents dealt with this before being that Joshua and Kendrell’s actions were one in the same at this time in their lives. Joshua was so turned on by what we saw in the garage that I barely made it into our bedroom for us to “discuss” what to do about Kendrell. My dress was up and over my head before I could get the taste of his lips from mine. He had me on the bed in seconds and my thong and his pants off moments later. In under two minutes, he had practically completely undressed me and was giving me some of the most passionate oral pleasure I had had in years. Just before I hit my second climax he had entered me with his pants and boxers completely off. He was ejaculating in me soon there after and the moment that I had reached the pinnacle of my climax. He rolled off and said, “Nuff said.”

  I just recently found out about Susan, a green eyed oriental girl, 5’4, small chest, shoulder length hair, and a very pretty smile. I met her when she walked in on a lovemaking session Joshua and I were having. We didn’t even know anyone was at the house let alone that we had someone visiting. Well at least Kendrell had someone visiting. Kendrell was still supposed to be at his grandparents.

  She quickly excused herself as she realized that the door to our bedroom was not the door to the bathroom that Kendrell had directed her to. She stood there blushin
g, a hot pink color in her cheeks. She walked in on us just as we finished our foreplay and were in motion missionary style. I was on the verge of completion when we heard footsteps and then the door. I cannot imagine what she told Kendrell but I had an inkling later. He came to us as we sat watching t.v. and said that he hoped that things were getting better and a lot more interesting in the bedroom. With that statement he left the room and the house.

  The arguing is giving me a headache and I can no longer take it. I tell them to stop yelling and accusing the other of doing things that neither of them would be willing to admit to or has proof of. I tell them that there will be testing done and if the test come back not in the mother and child’s favor then that individual must go find the true father and leave Kendrell out of it. If it turns out that he is the father of both or only one then he will be stepping up his game and begin figuring out how to take care of the baby or babies. I am amazed that this was brought to my doorstep. I am shocked that this is going on. Joshua’s parents said that they had this issue nipped and that I didn’t have anything to worry about.