by Tina J.
“Monty, we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“I’m good B.”
“I don’t want you to make love to me, then up and leave and not speak to me for two months. I rather we stop now and stay cool.”
“B, I’m not leaving, because this is my house, and I promise to remain cool with you.”
“You better.” I smiled and pushed my way inside. She was tight just like the first time we slept together.
“B, you haven’t been with anyone?” I asked stroking her.
“No. I was waiting for you, but you were acting like it wasn’t shit to cut a bitch off.” I chuckled a bit and dug deeper.
I loved the way her pussy felt wrapped around my dick. It felt like it was supposed to be there. We had each other moaning all night. I didn’t plan on falling in love with her, but it was evident now that that’s exactly what I was feeling for her. I guess all I could do was embrace it and hope she felt the same.
“Do you want me to leave?” She asked. I laid behind her with my arms wrapped around her.
“Nah. I want you to stay. Do you want to leave?”
“I haven’t seen you in so long I think I’ll stay a little longer just in case this is my last time again for a few months.” I turned her over.
“What’s really good, Ma?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m saying, you have this nigga mentality and put me in my place a few times. Then, I give you space, and you tell me you missed me, but you didn’t reach out to me. Now, we just made love for hours, and you’re asking if I want you to leave. What do you really want from me?” I saw a few tears leave her face.
“Yo, what’s up? Why are you crying?”
“Monty, I’ve been crying a lot lately.”
“For what? Did somebody hurt you?”
“No, Monty. You’re always trying to fight somebody.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
“I’m pregnant.” I fell back on the bed, because that was not what I was expecting at all. I couldn’t bring a kid in this world, and she was a big time lawyer. I knew I should’ve worn a condom the first day, but it felt too good. I must’ve been in deep thought for a minute, because I heard her car backing out my driveway.
“Fuck!” I yelled out putting some clothes on. I parked behind her car at the house and knocked on the door. Spring opened it looking like she was going through some shit. Her eyes were puffy, and she looked like shit.
“She’s upstairs. Oh, and Congratulations.” She said, dryly. I knew it was because of my boy, but she brought that on herself.
“Go home, Monty. I can see you’re not happy or ready. I can take care of it by myself.”
“Be quiet. You’re always talking shit. I was shocked; that’s all. If you want to keep the baby, you know I’m going to be here to help you.” She stood there with her arms folded like she was waiting for me to change my answer. “Fine. I guess we can speak when it comes to the baby.”
“What the fuck B? You came to my house to fuck, then to ask me not to stop speaking to you, then tell me you're pregnant, only to tell me if it isn’t about the baby don’t call. You’re confusing the hell out of me.” I unfolded her arms, and she rested her body in my arms.
“I love you, Monty.” I grinned over top of her head.
“That’s all you had to say.” I kissed her. “I love you, too, Ma.”
Spring
A couple of months went by since Chase broke it off with me and started dealing with some chick he used to date named Tamika. Don’t get me wrong, I did cheat on him, but damn, he was already slinging dick in a new chick. Should I think he was messing around the entire time we were together? It didn’t matter anymore, because I just dove head first into work. Giselle ended up speaking to me again, and needless to say, we ended up sleeping together a few more times, but not before B made me draft up a contract about the sex being consensual, and in no way shape or form could she sue for sexual harassment. It was dated back to the first time we had sex before I told Chase. Giselle was ok with it; as long as she could continue to fuck me, she would sign her life away. I know I shouldn’t have, but Chase left me, and I wasn’t sleeping with anyone else.
B was going on four-and-a-half months, and she was ecstatic about becoming a mom, while Monty’s dumb ass was nervous as hell. I’ve only saw him a few times since the shit with Chase and I, because I spent a lot of late nights at work again. I only slowed down because I had a man, but I needed the distraction.
I was really missing Chase. I tried contacting him the first few days after he left me, then once a week, then I just stopped calling altogether, because he wasn’t answering or returning my calls. I saw him a few times at the mall with the girl, and he would give me some stupid ass smile. I just turned my head and kept it moving.
“Hey, boo.”
“Hey, prego.” I rubbed B’s stomach when she sat down on the couch in my office.
“So there’s this BBQ that my stripper friend, Amber, told me about that she wanted us to attend.”
“Us? I don’t even know Amber like that. And what are you going for? You know damn well your baby daddy would have a fit.”
“Forget, Monty. He’s my baby daddy, and that’s about it.”
“Yea, ok.”
“I’m serious, Spring. I’m not going to lie; I love him, and he said he has the same feelings for me, however, I’m not sure I want to settle down.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t think I can trust him. Yea, we spend a lot of time together, but it’s just to fuck; nothing more, nothing less. I’m starting to think he’s confusing love with lust, and you know the type of bitch I am. I’m not about to let him play me out like he does the rest of those ho’s he be with.”
“I agree. Ok, so where’s this thing Amber’s having at, and what type of dudes will be there?”
“I don’t know, but you know strippers only hang with big timers. Maybe, we can find you a new boo thing too.”
“I’m good.”
“Girl, please. I know you and Giselle fuck every now and then, but I know you miss a nigga running up in that daily. You and Chase fucked almost every day, so I know you miss it.” I grinned when she mentioned his name, because he always had my legs up when we were around each other. But he and I also spent a lot of time together hanging out and enjoying each other’s company. B left my office and told me we would go shopping after work to get something to wear for Saturday.
The day of the BBQ, we drove my car because B didn’t feel like driving, and I was leaving when I was ready to go. B would stay around for hours to party, but not me; she knew when I was ready, she would have to leave too. We drove to Rahway, NJ and pulled into some park that was overflowing with niggas and thirsty looking chicks. It was early May, but you wouldn’t know that by the way the women were dressed in barely nothing. The minute our feet touched the gravel, the catcalls started.
“Spring, not here, not today.” That shit was a pet peeve of mine. Why couldn’t men just see a pretty woman and compliment her instead of treating her like a piece of meat. Oh, and let’s not forget how they grab on you at the club; that shit irks me too. I had on some black leggings that showed off my hips and ass, with a lilac ruffle top that crisscrossed in the middle but showed off my cleavage. I wore some black jagged pumps by Jimmy Choo. B wore some black leggings too with a fitted shirt that flared out a little around her stomach. She also had on a pair of open-toe bootie ankle boots by Jimmy Choo. The men were staring and the women hated, just as we expected.
“Hey, you made it.” Amber came over by us. She took us over where she was sitting with some of her stripper friends I guess. These women were barely dressed, and their asses were humungous. I didn’t see any candidates I would even consider to let taste me. We introduced ourselves, and the girls turned out to be cool as hell. The longer we sat, the more people showed up.
“What’s up shorty?” Some dude said behind me. I turned around, and the dude w
as leaning against the table talking to some ugly chick, but I guess, when you’re half-naked, any man will try. I couldn’t help but notice how fine he was, and wonder why he would be wasting his time on someone like her. He was dark-skinned like Morris Chestnut with no resemblance. He had deep waves in his hair, a dimple, you only noticed if you were staring like I was, and his teeth were white as hell like he was using those white strips. He had on a pair of distressed jeans from Dolce & Gabbana with a black button down and a t-shirt underneath. His Buscemi sneakers were black and looked brand new. He had a diamond in his right ear and a necklace hanging. I wasn’t sure what type of shades those were on top of his head, but I’m sure they were expensive.
“That’s my brother, Boo.” Amber said when she saw me staring.
“Mm, well Boo is fine as hell; he can get it.” I said too loud, because he responded.
“Hmm, I can get it, huh?” I refused to turn around. I knew my face was probably bright red, and I didn’t want him to see it. “Don’t get shy now. Turn around lil’ mama.” The bass in his voice was intoxicating. Everyone at the table was laughing except one chick who looked like she was mad. I turned around, and he was standing there looking sexy as hell.
“Who is this Amber?” I heard him ask, as he licked his lips, and he looked me up and down.
“That’s Spring, and this is her sister, Burgundy.” He took a few glances between both of us, probably trying to see the difference.
“Why the fuck does it matter who she is? If she’s sitting here with your sister, that must mean she’s a stripper.” The chick who was mad said.
“Nah, I can tell she ain’t no stripper, and if she was, the only place she would strip would be in front of me.” This nigga had me blushing like crazy.
“Boo, are you serious right now. I mean, we just fucked this morning.”
“Yup, and that was the last time you’ll ever taste this dick. You know I don’t play that shit you’re doing right now. We’re not exclusive, so stop trying to claim something that doesn’t belong to you.” He told her but staring at me.
“Damn, Sharon, I guess that means he’s done with you and on to the next. I told you to play your position and stop sweating that nigga. If he wanted you, he would’ve been with you. Now, you mad at this chick who has nothing to do with anything, because she’s about to take that dick right from under you.” One of the other girls said as they high-fived each other.
“Is that right?”
“What’s that, baby girl?”
“Am I about to slide you from under her?”
“You tell me.”
“I guess we’ll have to wait and see.” I said, gaining my confidence back. This man had me nervous as hell. The longer he stayed around, the more shit I talked. We exchanged numbers before B and I left and we promised to keep in touch with one another. On the drive home, B had me stop by Walgreens because she was having acid reflux and needed some Tums. I went in to get it, because I needed a box of tampons and some Advil.
“Yea, I’m about to get his ass for all he got.” I heard some chick say in the next aisle over.
“Bitch, how are you going to do that? You’re not even pregnant, plus you told me he won’t fuck you without a condom, and the one time he did was a few months ago. If you told him you were, how are you going to explain three months missing from your stomach?”
“That’s why you’re going to pee on the test and give me your ultrasound picture.” I couldn’t believe whoever this woman was trying to set some dude up. I felt bad for the dude; he was about to be played and didn’t even know it. I picked up the Tums in front of the register and put the rest of my things to ring out. I turned around and saw the chicks that came out of the aisle. It was the girl Tamika and some other chick that was definitely pregnant. She looked at me and smirked, and I probably wouldn’t have been mad if I didn’t hear her scheming.
“Oh, I can’t wait to get home and share the good news with Chase. He’s wanted a baby for so long, and I’m so happy I could give it to him.” I laughed shaking my head.
“You know, Tamika. Chase is a good man, and I fucked up when I lost him, but I’m not hater, and if you two are expecting and happy, I wish you nothing but the best. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” I turned to leave, and Chase was standing there smiling. I walked right past him without saying a word. That man still had my heart, and seeing him, brought all my feelings to the forefront.
“Spring? Spring?” I heard him saying my name behind me.
“Girl, Chase is calling you.” B said, as I opened the back door to put my stuff inside.
“Spring, why are you acting like you don’t know a nigga.”
“I’m sorry, Chase. I was just surprised to see you, that’s all. How are you?”
“I’m good, but I miss you.” I was shocked he said that, but happy as hell on the inside.
“Really? That’s shocking being as you hooked up with ole girl the very next day.”
“I know, Spring. I was mad, and it was supposed to just be a fuck thing with her, but I made her my girl. She and I go way back.”
“That’s good.” We both stood there in silence staring at one another. Somebody cleared their throat, and when we looked up, it was Tamika, but she didn’t have a bag in her hand.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you around Chase.” He opened the door for me to get in my truck.
“Hey B.” He said, closing the door. Tamika was still standing there looking stupid, but oh well. I backed out and drove home with Chase on my mind.
Chase
Running into Spring at the store brought back old feelings that I thought I pushed to the back of my mind, but I guess not. I was shocked to see Tamika was in there with Yolanda’s ass who was supposed to be pregnant by Monty, but he swore up and down he never fucked her raw. I saw the love she still had for me in her eyes, and I couldn’t help but wonder where she and I would be if I hadn’t left her.
Tamika and I had an ok relationship, but it was nothing like the fire that Spring and I had. We were supposed to just fuck, but she ended up staying at my house, and basically, never leaving. If I needed to get away from her, I would stay over Monty’s, who had three extra bedrooms. Yea, I slept with a few other chicks, because even though I made Tamika my main chick, I wasn’t feeling her like that. I don’t know if it was because I was still in love with Spring or not.
“How are you going to be all up in her face like I wasn’t standing there?” Tamika hadn’t stopped talking about the shit at Walgreens since we got home twenty minutes ago.
“Tamika, calm down. I was just saying hi. You act like I was kissing her something.”
“You may as well have by how close you were. And you’re opening and closing doors; nigga you don’t ever do that for me.”
“Yo, I’m out.” I grabbed my keys and phone.
“Yea, that’s right; run to your boy, Monty, like you always do. Neither one of y’all niggas ain’t shit.” I slammed the door and hopped in my truck. It was a little after nine, and I knew my boy was fucking some new chick he met, and since he won’t fuck any of them in his bed, I wasn’t trying to walk in on his ass fucking. I had no destination, but somehow my truck was parked in her driveway.
“Chase, what are you doing here?” She said opening the door. I grabbed her face and parted her lips with my tongue. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and her legs on my waist.
“I’ll shut the door.” I heard B say but I didn’t stop kissing Spring. I walked with her in my arms and went straight in the downstairs bedroom. I wanted her so bad, there was no way I was going upstairs. She lifted her shirt over her head and stepped out of her underwear.
“You’re still sexy as hell.”
“Make love to me Chase.” Was all she said?
I gently laid her on the bed, spread her legs open, and clamped down on her clit. She grinded her pussy on my face, as I continued making her cum over and over. Spring had me hooked on her taste and just about everything else about her. I mou
nted myself over her and reintroduced my dick to her pussy.
“Spring, this pussy tight.”
“Chase, you feel so good. Don’t stop.” The moaning was driving me bonkers. I lifted her legs and dug deeper.
“I love you, Spring.”
“I love you, too, Chase.”
“Get on top.”
“Shittttt, Chase. I love the way you feel inside me. Oh God, here I cum.”
“Cum for me, Spring. Yea, just like that.” I loved watching her facial expressions, and she loved showing me.
“What’s my name?” I asked her now that I was hitting it from the back. We had been fucking for a while, and I was ready to bust.
“What’s my name?” I laughed, because she was still on that after all this time. I lifted up one of her legs, spread those cheeks open, and dug so deep she screamed.
“Chase. Oh God, Chase! I love you so much.” I felt my nut rising and pumped harder inside as she threw it back.
“I’m cumming, Spring. Ahhh, shitttt.” I yelled out, as I released myself inside of her.
“Shit, Chase you just came in me.”
“So?”
“So? Chase you have a girl, and I’m not ready for kids when I don’t have a man.”
“I’m sorry, baby. It was too good for me to pull out. You want me to run down and get you one of those pills. It’s not like there’s a baby yet.”
“No, I’ll get it tomorrow.”
“Well, if that’s the case, get over here. I’m about to cum in you all night.”
“Oh you are? And who said I want you to?” She said down on her knees. Her warm, wet mouth was wrapped around my dick.
“Spring, I’m about to cum already.” She let me cum in her mouth like old times.
We fucked until about three in the morning. She fell asleep under my arm, and I knew I should’ve gone back home, but I couldn’t leave her. I wanted her back in my life; I just had to get rid of Tamika.
*****
“Here baby.” I handed Spring some breakfast that I picked up and the Plan B pill. I don’t think either one of us were ready for a kid, but I know she probably got pregnant last night.