by Tina J.
"I didn't know, Monty. I swear."
"But you knew who the fuck I was."
"I didn't want to say anything and mess up what you had."
"Nah, but you were talking that bullshit anyway. Why even say shit at all?"
My phone rang, and it was B, but I sent her to voicemail. Ever since she told me some shit about wanting to just parent my daughter, I haven't really been fucking with her. What's the use anyway? I can't even get my dick wet with her for another three weeks. I finally answered the phone after the fifth time she called.
"WHAT?" I yelled into the phone. There was no answer when I looked down she hung up.
"You didn't have to do her like that."
"Why do you care? You came over here to get what she can't have for another few weeks." She stood up, took all her clothes off, and kissed me. Why did I let her do that? The feelings I had for her were conflicting with the ones I had for B now. I lifted her up and let her slide down on my shaft.
"Just like I remember. Clap that ass on my dick." I was smacking that ass and loving the way it bounced up and down. Carolyn was brown-skinned with hazel eyes and had a Coca-Cola body with a huge ass.
"Shit, Monty. I miss this." We started kissing again, as I pumped harder into her.
"Is this still my pussy?" Her head was back, and she was getting ready to cum.
"Yea, Amber, is that still his pussy?" My dick shriveled all the way up and slid right out of her when I heard her voice. I forgot she had a damn key.
"It's not what it looks like, B." I threw my sweats on, and Carolyn started putting her clothes on. She laughed this cynical scary laugh.
"Why do people always say it's not what it looks like when the dick is in the pussy? I'll never understand that." I saw the tears running down her face.
"How could you, Amber?"
“My name is Carolyn, and Monty and I used to date for a couple years off and on."
"Oh, so that's why he didn't feel the need to use a condom with you. It's like old times, huh?" I ran my hand down my face remembering I didn’t have one on. I was caught up in the moment and forgot; leave it to B to catch that shit.
"How did it feel Monty? Was it just like you remember? Oh yea it was, because you said it. You see, I saw the look you gave each other at the hospital, but I pushed it to the side. Then, you been acting funny lately, and I know it wasn't from our conversation. I called to tell you I was leaving her alone, and I wanted us to try and be a family, but you screamed at me through the phone. I knew something was up, because as long as we've known each other, you've never spoken to me like that."
"B, put the gun down."
"For what? So you can take it from me. No thanks."
"Damn, I don't get an apology from either one of you which shows me y'all didn't give a fuck. Amber, Carolyn, whatever your name is, you knew all this time it was him I fell in love with, and you didn't say shit."
"I swear I didn't."
"Bitch, stop lying. There's no other Monty’s around here."
"B calm down."
"Calm down. You want me to calm down? Monty, don't call my phone or come by my house, and Amber, you don't ever have to worry about speaking to me again. I was going to shoot both of y'all asses, but then, my daughter would lose her mom and fucked up dad. I'm not even going to waste my bullets."
"I'll be by to see my daughter." I said walking up to her.
"I wish the fuck you would come to my house."
"What the fuck you mean B? That's my daughter too."
"Take me to court motherfucker." She found my keys and removed hers from the key ring, dropped mine, slammed the door, and pulled out the driveway. I fell back on my couch and sparked up a blunt. I passed it to Carolyn who didn’t hesitate.
“What you think she gonna do?”
“Probably burn anything of mine at her house.” She and I finished talking and she went home. We didn’t even have sex again that night. My phone rang, and it was Chase.
“What up?”
“Nothing. What happened over there?”
“She caught me fucking Carolyn.”
“Carolyn. When the hell did she come back around?”
“Evidently, she’s the one that B was messing with. Carolyn never told her she knew me even though B spoke about me. Anyway, she walked in on her riding my dick, pulled a gun out, told me I can’t see my daughter and left. You know the petty shit women do.”
“Damn.”
“Why? What is she doing?”
“She came in the house acting normal. After she put the baby to bed, she let out this loud ass scream that made Spring and I run upstairs. She was in her bed crying, and Spring is still up there with her. Damn, man you should’ve left her alone.”
“I know. I was being selfish. Oh well, I’m going to see my daughter, I don’t care what she says.”
“I hear ya. All right; I’ll hit you up tomorrow.” I cleaned my house and went to read some of my unopened mail. I had been over B’s house so much I never paid it no mind. I knew it. I said out loud to myself when I got those damn test results saying I was not the father. I took a photo of that shit and sent it to B. I don’t know why; maybe, it was to see if she would respond. The text came back saying message was not delivered. I called the number, and the shit was changed.
It was after ten, and I knew she was at work, because Spring called and told me to come over. She opened the door, and my daughter was asleep on her shoulder. She was perfect in her little jeans and Jordan’s.
“Thanks, Spring.” She rolled her eyes and closed the door.
“How’s your sister?”
“Monty, I don’t want to talk about that. I just called so you can spend time with her. I know you two are not exclusive, but you treated her like shit after you found out Amber was the same person. To make matters worse, you fucked her. And don’t say she shouldn’t have come unannounced, because you gave her a key.”
“I’m not disagreeing with anything you’re saying. I love B with all my heart and what I did was fucked up. I just want to be with my daughter now at this point.”
“I hope you two can at least be cordial when it comes to the baby.”
“Does she know I’m here?”
“Yea. She wants you to be gone by four.” I shook my head and lifted my daughter off my shoulder to look at her. I loved staring at her and those eyes were going to drive men crazy when she turned thirty and start dating. I left around 3:45 so we wouldn’t run into each other. I can respect her wishes since she did allow me to see her. If this was how it was going to be, all I can is respect it.
Spring
I felt bad for my sister and what they were going through. It had been four months since that shit happened, and she still has yet to allow him at the house when she’s there. I could tell he was missing B, because he would always think of a reason to try and stay later; I would text her that he hadn’t left yet, and she would stay out longer. I was five months pregnant, and today would make a month since I came back to work. I did most of it from home, because I was still embarrassed about going out. After a week of being home, Chase got the rape counselor’s number and invited her over. It took a few sessions with her and group for me to get back to myself.
“I miss you, babe.” I sent a message to Chase’s phone. We hadn’t slept together since it happened, and I wanted to surprise him tonight. Plus, this baby had me extra horny. Whenever I would coach myself into having sex, I saw the gun pointed at my head and him raping me. The counselor said not to rush it, and I would know when I was ready, and tonight was the night.
“I miss you, too. You want me to pick you up?” He sent back in a text. I told him I was riding home with my sister. The day went by slow, and it was probably because I was horny and reminiscing about the way Chase and I made each other feel.
“What’s up sis? You feel like hanging out with me this weekend?” Burgundy said as she walked in my office.
“Sure. Where we going?”
“Some clu
b down in Lakewood. It’s an older crowd.”
“Ok.” We spoke about clients, and then, shut everything down to go home. I knew it was going to be some shit, because Chase was outside the house talking to Monty and Hitta. I was grabbing my stuff and noticed the truck still running.
“Come on, B.” I saw her wipe a few tears and shake her head no.
“Text me when he leaves. I don’t feel like arguing.” She backed out the driveway and left me standing there to answer the questions they were about to hit me with alone.
“Hey sexy.” Chase kissed my cheek. Hitta and Monty spoke and gave me a hug.
“Yo, why she leave like that?” Monty shook his head and got into the car to leave. I sent her a text message to tell her she could come back. Hitta and Chase came inside with me and ordered food. Hitta and B stayed cracking jokes all night; it was good to see her smile. Chase came in the room and took a shower with me.
“I’m going to grab a water; you want something?”
“No thanks, babe.” He left the room, and I grabbed the two candles I had on my big dresser and lit them. I turned some music on and turned all the lights off. He came back in, shut the door, and locked it.
“You look sexy as hell naked with my baby in you.”
“Chase, you have been so patient, and I love you for it, but I miss you making love to me.” I kissed his lips, then his neck and made my way to his man down low who was waiting for me.
“Shit, Spring, I’m about to cum. Fuck, baby.” I let him cum in my mouth.
“It’s been a minute, baby, but you can guarantee I’m going to be in that pussy much longer now that I got that out the way.” He turned me around, opened me up, and went in headfirst. The way his tongue felt on my pussy while he finger fucked my ass had me screaming.
“Whose it is baby?”
“Yours. Oh God, it’s always going to be yours.” He had me streaming juices down my leg.
“Can I ride you?”
“Of course you can, baby. Go down slow so you don’t hurt my baby.” I grinded slowly, up and down just the way he liked it. I went faster, and his head went back on the headboard.
“Oooh shit, girl. This feels good.”
“Say my name.” I had been asking him after he asked me, and he wouldn’t say it. I figured I would catch him first. He didn’t say it. I got on my feet, grabbed the headboard, and went down harder and faster. “Say my name.”
“Spring, shit Spring, I’m cumming. Fuckkkkk.” I smiled, because I finally heard him say it.
“I love you girl.”
“I love you, too.”
“You finally got me to say it, huh?” He asked moving my hair out my face.
“It’s about time.”
“Spring, I always call your name during sex; you just don’t hear me.”
“You must be whispering.”
“Nah, I say it in my head. I can’t let you think you fucking the hell out me.”
“But I am.”
“Yes, you are baby. Yes, you are. Let’s go a few more rounds.” He smacked my ass, and we gave each other pleasure all night.
Burgundy
After Chase and Spring went upstairs, Hitta and I stayed up drinking and smoking on the back porch. Hitta was that low-key dude that was always lurking in the distance. He was dark-skinned with a low-cut Caesar; he had sideburns and a goatee. His body was perfect, and the way he licked his lips after he passed me the blunt had me weak.
“I didn’t know you smoked trees.”
“I do sometimes. I’m more of a hookah person.” I lifted it up and started smoking it. I leaned over to grab my drink and almost fell over.
“Be careful, Ma. You’re about to hurt yourself.”
“Yea, it’s time for me to go inside.” He helped me up, and I fell on the ground dragging him with me. He landed on top of me, and our lips were almost touching. We both just stared at one another; not knowing what to do next. He had a girl, and Monty was his boy. We both got up off the ground and wiped ourselves off when he pushed me up against the side of the house and engaged in a tongue fight with me. We were feeling all over each other; it was probably all the liquor and weed but neither one of us stopped.
“Shit B, this is wrong.” He said, kissing on my neck and putting his hands in my jeans.
“I know. Maybe we should stop.” I was grinding on his fingers that were now inside of me touching my g-spot. His mouth was on my breast sucking the hell out of them.
“Fuck, I’m about to cum, Hitta.” He flickered faster on my clit, and I ruptured all over his hands. He caught me from falling.
I unbuckled his jeans and stepped out of mine. He was hard and big; I knew I was about to enjoy this ride. I wrapped my legs around him and let him guide me down slow. I came as soon as I hit the bottom. This was the first time I had sex since I had my daughter, and it felt so good.
“B, this pussy is good as hell. No wonder that nigga was going crazy over you.”
“Fuck him.”
“Shit B, you got that wet, wet.” We kissed each other hungrily, as he pumped harder inside me.
“Hitta, it feels so good.”
“Cum all over this dick.” I had to put my face in his neck to keep from screaming. He sat back on the lounge chair and asked me to ride him.
“Damn, Burgundy, you riding the hell out my dick. Shit, keep going.”
“Same my name again.”
“Burgundy. Damn B. I’ll say your name all day to keep this feeling you’re giving me. I clenched my pussy muscles together and squeezed his dick.
“Oh shit, baby girl, I’m about to cum. Fuck, shit…” I jumped off just in time; I had to really stop doing that shit. We were both sitting there breathing hard as hell when reality kicked in of what we just did.
“This can never happen again, B. I ain’t never did no shit like this to my boy.”
“I know Hitta. We fucked up.” I saw him rub his hand down his face and shake his head.
“You can’t mention this to anyone. Not even your sister.”
“I’m not.” I put my arms around his neck and kissed him. He returned the kiss, and we ended up fucking again in my room that night. He didn’t leave until after four in the morning. I made sure my sister and Chase were asleep, and when I went to open the front door, Monty was standing there getting ready to knock. I shut the door in his face and pushed Hitta out the back.
“What Monty?” I asked opening the door back. He stepped inside looking high and drunk. I left his ass sitting right there and went to get my daughter.
“So you just going to fuck that nigga in the house with my daughter?” I froze when he said that.
“What I do in my house is my business, just like what you do in your house is your business. Don’t come over here questioning shit I do when every bitch from the neighborhood and others run through your house.”
“How was he?” I just finished feeding my daughter and changing her diaper. I put her in the crib and went to take a shower. “You going to ignore me?” He stood there watching me. I turned the water off when I finished and saw the two hickeys on my neck.
“Yea, I see them too. Back to the question; how was he?”
“Monty, I will never discuss any sexual encounters I had with another man with you.” I snatched the sheets off my bed to replace them with clean ones.
“Ok. I see we on this tit for tat shit.”
“What are you talking about?” I turned around to face him with my arms folded.
“I fuck Amber, you fuck Hitta.”
“Ain’t nobody fuck, Hitta. He wouldn’t even do any shit like that to you, and neither would I.”
“Mmm, hmm. That’s your story, and you sticking to it?”
“Monty, why are you here?”
“B, I know I fucked up when I messed with Carolyn, but did you really have to fuck my boy? Carolyn was just someone you were sleeping with, but Hitta, that’s been my boy for a minute.”
“Why do you keep saying I slept with him?”
He sat with his hands on his knees.
“You see, I came back not too long after I left. Chase told me you were here alone, and if I wanted to talk to you, now would be the time. Imagine my surprise when I see my boy’s dick going in and out your pussy. I get the one-time thing, but here it is after four, and he’s just leaving. I know that, because his car was here when I got here, and now it’s not.”
“What do you want me to say Monty? We were both fucked up, I kissed him, and we fucked. Will I ever do it again? No. Do we both regret it? Yea? But all it was, was a fuck. No foreplay nothing. Are you happy? Is that what you needed to hear?”
“Yea, I think I needed to hear it so I could feel better about fucking his girl tonight.”
“Monty, you didn’t.” He showed me a photo of her sucking his dick and him hitting it from the back.
“Why not? He was fucking my girl.”
“That’s the difference. I’m not your girl. What you did is just as foul, but you over here trying to make me feel bad.” I plopped down on the bed next to him.
“How long did you fuck her?” He shrugged his shoulders. These are the type of questions we would ask one another when we were friends.
“A little over and hour.”
“Did you go down on her?”
“Nah, no woman will ever get that but you.”
“Did you go down on him?”
“No. I feel the same, and I wouldn’t allow him to please me that way either. He asked a few times, but I couldn’t do it.” He shook his head, and I just fell back.
“What have we become?”
“I don’t know, Ma, but I’m tired.”
“Go make sure you locked the door, because I’m not going back down there.” He turned everything off and got in bed with me. He pulled me closer and wrapped his arms around me.