That Girl: Bre

by Amber Monroe

  “You don’t have to do that. I don’t care about going on on a fancy date. I’ll be fine with Five Guys and just some quality time with you.”

  “Five Guys? That’s across the street from my job. I’m busy this weekend, but next weekend we can go out.” I said. She leaned over and kissed me.

  “Thank you.” She said then rested her body on mine.

  “For what?” I asked.

  “For keeping your word and not hurting me so far.”

  “Yeah….” I mumbled. I don’t know what’s to come with our relationship, but I think we are both enjoying it. I love her, but I think it’s too early for us to really settle for each other. Who knows, there may be someone else out there for us.

  18. Wayne

  *Trigger Warning Chapter*

  “I can’t wait for the new Marvel to come out next!” Mikayla said as we walking out of the theater. We had just seen Captain America: Civil War and we were hyped from it.

  “Doctor Strange is next. Comes out in November.” I said. I placed my hand on the lower part of her back and led her out of the theater. It was pretty late, but I wasn’t ready to call it a night just yet. I really enjoyed spending time with Mikayla outside of the bedroom. We weren’t in a relationship and we were just going with the flow. Even though I wasn't seeing anybody else, I wasn’t about to jump into another relationship. Quel was right, I needed to enjoy the single life, and that’s what I planned on doing. However, I can’t deny the feelings I was developing for Mikayla.

  “You asking me out again? Six months in advance.” She smirked.

  “I’m just saying that’s when the next one coming out. If I still have you around, I may take you.” I joked. I wouldn’t mind going with her again, though. She was a big fan of Marvel comics, and she knew what was going on. I honestly took another chick to see the movie at first, last weekend, but she complained then fell asleep. I ended things early and made plans to see it again the following weekend. When Mikayla hit me up yesterday, asking to hang, I told her my plans, and she asked if she could come. She surprised me when she seemed hyped about going, and she actually stayed awake.

  “If?” She said, then punched me in the arm. I slapped her ass, which probably stung because it hurt my hand a little.

  “Ouch! That hurt!” She whined.

  “My bad. Come here, let me rub it.”

  “You gon’ rub it all night.” She said as she came close to me. I placed my hands on her ass and rubbed it. Her booty was so phat and soft. I looked forward to going back to her place and beating these cheeks all night. Shit has been good with us, maybe too good because we have slipped up and not used any protection. It’s crazy how comfortable we were with each other, and it wasn’t on purpose, sometimes it was just in the spirit of the moment. I know I should have been careful after Aniyah’s ass, but I trusted Mikayla. We did get tested together after the first slip up, and she was on birth control.

  “Your brother coming through tonight?” I asked. I had yet to bump into him since we started messing around. It was a good thing because I couldn’t see myself explaining who I was or what I was doing to his sister.

  “We should. He told me earlier he had a long day planned and would probably crash at one of his other spots or be home in the morning. Are you getting the kids tomorrow?” She asked. After spending more time with Mikayla, I eventually told her about my situation with Aniyah. She knew about the kids too, and she still wanted to hang with me. And speaking of the kids, I finally had a DNA test done, and it turns out both Ariana and Asia were mine. I agreed to get the girls every weekend, and split the holidays; some with me and some with her. We also decided to have separate birthday parties for them. Everything seemed to be okay, but I still wasn’t talking to her. We only communicated through my mother, and I know Aniyah was pissed because she was still hoping to get back together, but shit was dead.

  “Yeah, but later on in the day.”

  “Good. We can take our time.”

  “We always take our time.”

  “I know, but this time we can wake up together and not rush to leave.”

  “You catching feelings?” I asked, smiling. I was serious but was trying to see where her head was.

  “Uh...I-”

  “Wayne?” I heard a female say. I turned around and saw somebody I haven’t seen in a long time.

  “Jasmine?” I said. I knew it was her, but it had been a while. Mikayla moved behind me, which I found odd.

  “The one and only. How have you been?” She said as she hugged me.

  “I’m good, and you?” I said while hugging her back.

  “I’m good. Real good.” She said while holding her hand up and showing her ring.

  “Domo finally wifed you, huh?”

  “Sure did. We are getting married next month at the courthouse.”

  “Wow, congratulations. I know you’re happy.”

  “I am. He makes me very happy.”

  “I bet. He took you from me!” I joked. Sometimes my mother would let us spend the summer with Grandma Pep, and I met Jasmine through my cousin Keisha. Then I learned that Chianne was her sister. We were four years apart, but I always saw her as a little sister. She had a crush on me, but I always ignored her forwardness. During one summer, when I finally got my license, I volunteered to take my younger cousins and their friends to Six Flags. Jasmine’s house was last, and I didn’t think about it until I noticed she was the last one in the car. Anywho, right before she got out, she kissed me, and I’m not talking about no little peck. Shawty actually stuck her tongue in my mouth. I immediately shut that shit down and told her she couldn’t do that...ever. I wasn’t into that shit at all, especially after learning about my old friend, Demi’s perverted ass dating Kiara. Shit was not right at all. I had talk to her on some big brother/lil sis shit. I think she was mad that I turned her down, but she eventually got over it and met her boyfriend, Domo. Ever since then, we’ve been cool, and I would sometimes tease her.

  “Hmph! You didn’t want me if my memory serves me right.” She said as she rolled her neck and put her hand on her hip.

  “You know why, though.”

  “Well, it looks like you changed your mind about that age shit.” She smirked and finally acknowledged Mikayla. What did she mean by that? I know Mikayla looked young, but damn did she look that young?

  “Hey, Mikayla. You can’t speak?” Jasmine said, then rolled her eyes.

  “Hey, Jasmine,” Mikayla said, trying to avoid eye-contact with her.

  “Y’all know each other?” I asked, sensing the tension around her.

  “We went to Monroe High together,” Mikayla said.

  “And your best friend was fucking Keisha’s boyfriend behind her back,” Jasmine stated matter-of-factly.

  “That has nothing to do with me.”

  “Sure,” Jasmine said as she rolled her eyes again.

  “I’m ready to go,” Mikayla whispered into my ear.

  “Aight Jas, I’ll see you around. Take care, love.” I said as I hugged her again.

  “Watch that bitch,” Jasmine whispered into my ear as she hugged me back. Then she walked away. I turned towards Mikayla and just looked at her. Nothing seemed flawed about her, at least nothing I could see.

  “What?” Mikayla said.

  “Y’all went to high school together? Jasmine is like seventeen.”

  “Went. We went to the same school. I don’t go there anymore.”

  “Right because you’re almost twenty,” I said. Even though that didn’t mean anything. Her ass could’ve stayed back.

  “Right.” She said, trying to look innocent. She grabbed my hand and led me to her car. As much as I trusted Jasmine, I trusted Mikayla just as much. I know I haven’t had the perfect eye for trusting females, but I didn’t feel like Mikayla had a reason to lie. I could be wrong, but my gut was telling me I wasn’t. I trusted her until she gave me a reason not to.

  ∞∞∞

  I walked back into Mikayla’s room aft
er taking a shower. I think I was getting a little too comfortable because I actually had extra pairs of clothes in her room. When I stepped into her room, she was sprawled out in the bed, naked and lying on her stomach. It was already after 12pm, and I needed to get going because I was getting my kids in about two hours. However, the way Mikayla was looking had me waiting to get back in bed and start something.

  “Your ass is not sleep,” I said as I slapped her on the ass.

  “I am.” She smiled and rolled over, exposing her breasts. I licked my lips because I was really tempted to get back in the bed with her. “What?” She smirked.

  “Put some clothes before I end up back in that bed with you,” I said.

  “Please, you’ll end up back in this bed regardless.” She said as she quickly crawled to me and pulled my towel off my body. She looked at my semi-erect penis like she was about to devour it. She got off the bed, got on her knees in front of them then swallowed my whole dick. Mikayla gave the best head. She wasn’t afraid to be nasty and look me in my eyes.

  “Mmmmm.” I moaned as I felt her warm and wet mouth around him. I had to grab her head for balance because I already bout to fall over. My eyes were closed, but I felt when she pulled it out, spit on it, licked up and down, and put it back in her mouth. The noises she was making were about to make me bust quick.

  “Look at me.” She said. I opened my eyes and watched as made my guy disappear and reappear into her mouth. As much as I wanted to see her swallow my seeds, I wanted to hit it one more before I had to bounce. So as she took it out again to spit, I pulled her up and pushed her back onto the bed.

  “Hold them legs up,” I said as I climbed on the bed. She did as she was told and brought her legs up to her head. She was so flexible, and I loved it. Even though I was trying to do this quick, I had to get a taste, so I brought my head to her vagina and slowly made kisses on her lowerlips. Then I started to lick on it before I started sucking on her clit. I used her own juices to keep it sloppy and wet.

  “Wayneeeeeee.” She moaned. I pinned her legs back, so she wouldn't put them down. I continued to suck on her clit while adding two fingers for extra pleasure. I made sure to give her eye contact and loved the sex faces she made. She looked like she was ready to tap, but she knew better than to do that.

  “Ooohh.” She moaned once I entered. I had to take a moment myself because it felt like I was about to bust. So I pulled it out and jammed it back in there because I knew she loved that. I slowly pumped in and out her, making sure I was hitting the right spots. Mikayla reached out her hand and grabbed my face to kiss me. I leaned down, kissed her, then picked up my strokes. I saw her eyes roll back. I knew I had her right where I wanted her and pumped even harder.

  “Oooh shit. Right there.” She said while trying to keep her legs back. I know she was getting tired and ready to cum.

  “Move your hand!” I bassed. She tried to put her hand on her vagina to slow me down.

  “Wayne….. it’s….too…” She tried to say, but that climax was on the rise.

  “It’s too what?” I smirked.

  “Too….much….shittttttttt!” She screamed. I leaned back down to her to kiss her and also because I felt my nut rising. I alternated between slow and fast strokes then I slowed down with deep strokes right as she came. When I felt my nut coming, I quickly pulled out and cummed on her stomach. I fell forward, right on her ass, and needed a minute to catch my breath.

  I needed to get my ass up and take another shower because it was already 1:27 pm. Mikayla decided to join me after she stripped the bed. As much as I wanted to shower with her, I needed to get out of there. So once I got out, I went back into her room to get dressed. I sat down on Mikayla’s bed while putting my shoes on and noticed a piece of paper slightly hanging out of her nightstand’s drawer. Curiosity was getting the best of me, and even though I shouldn’t have, I did anyways. I slid the paper out, and my eyes damn near came out the socket.

  “What the fuck?” I shouted and got up from the bed. I probably read it over and over so much that I didn’t hear when Mikayla came back into the room. She had a purple towel wrapped around her body. I don’t even think she noticed the paper in my hand because she was all smiles and sauntered over to me like everything was fine. When she approached me and tried to give me a kiss, I mushed her in the head; she lost balance a little.

  “You’re pregnant?” I shouted. Her eyes widen, and I could tell she looked guilty as hell.

  “Why were you in my stuff?” She said. I looked at her like she was stupid.

  “You’re pregnant?” I asked again, even though I saw and read the paper.

  “Yes.” She said as she put her head down.

  “Why didn’t you tell me? Is it mine?”

  “Yes, it’s yours! I don’t get down like that Wayne. And I didn’t plan on telling you because I’m not keeping it.”

  “So you didn’t think I should know? I don’t have a say?”

  “Wayne, you already have two kids. One being under two years old. I figured you didn’t want any more kids soon, and it’s my body.”

  “I get that, but you could have at least told me. I know it’s your body, but that’s my child.”

  “So, you want me to keep it?”

  “I’m not saying that I-”

  “So why are we having this discussion. I got this covered.”

  “When are you doing the procedure?”

  “Soon.”

  “You need money?”

  “Nah, I said I got it covered.”

  “Do I need to go with you?” I said. I honestly didn’t want to, but I felt obligated because she didn’t get into this situation.”

  “If you want to.”

  “Do you?”

  “Yes. Please. I’ve never done this before.” She said, putting her head down again.

  “I got you. We in this together,” I said as I grabbed her face and kissed her. “I’m sorry about mushing you.”

  “It’s okay. You were upset.”

  “And that’s not okay. Don’t ever think that is. I have a temper, but I don’t put my hands on women. So I apologize for that, it will never happen again.”

  “Okay.” She said and kissed me. I stepped back and looked at the paper again for a minute, something wasn’t right.

  “Why does it says you were born in 1999? Was that a mistake, shouldn’t it be ’95?” I asked. She didn’t say anything, and that got me heated again. “Please don’t tell me you’re only seventeen.” Again silence. I balled my hands up into a fist with the paper still in it.

  “Mikayla, answer me.” I said calmly while letting out deep breaths.

  “I’m sorry.” Was all she said with her head down, then I heard her starting to cry.

  “Nah. you’re joking, right? You gotta be joking because I know you didn’t have me fucking you while you were sixteen, and now you’re seventeen. Please tell me you didn’t have my twenty/twenty-one-year-old ass fucking your minor ass!” I shouted and didn’t mean to because I didn’t want her neighbors to hear me.

  “Wayne… I didn’t mean to lie to you. I thought you were like eighteen/nineteen when I saw you at the club. And when you said you were twenty, I didn’t want to tell you that I was sixteen. I didn’t know if you would be cool with my age or not, and I was really feeling you.” She said, finally picking her head up and trying to reach for me.

  “Don’t! I told you that I have a temper and don’t hit women, but you’re making this shit real hard.”

  “Beat me. I don’t care. Just don’t leave me.” She sobbed. I looked at her like she was crazy. Now some things were starting to make a little sense. I always said she looked young as hell, and it’s because she was. No matter how much makeup she put on or how grown she dressed, she would always be younger than how she was portraying.

  “You do know I could get locked up for shit like this?” I said.

  “I didn’t think it was that serious. Everything we did was consensual, and I would never tell any
body.”

  “It was consensual because I thought we were the same age. You said you would be twenty soon.”

  “I will be twenty soon...in like four years.”

  “Really? You say that shit like it’s tomorrow or something. Man, I can’t believe you played me even after telling you what I had just gone through with my ex. You still did the same shit!”

  “I didn’t cheat on you!”

  “But, you fucking lied and acted like everything was good.”

  “Okay, I lied about my age, but everything else was real. My feelings are real. My pregnancy is real.”

  “Is it, though? How I know you didn’t make this shit up, trying to trap my ass.”

  “I’m not trying to trap you. I just told you I didn’t want to keep it, and I have it covered. If I was trying to trap you, don’t you think I would be trying to keep it?”

  “Hell, you could be. You could be acting like you’re going to get rid of it nine months later, you asking for child support.”

  “I wouldn’t do that to you.”

  “I don’t know what you would do, Mikayla. Is Mikayla even your real name?”

  “Yes. Mikayla Kirsten Johnson. Wayne, I know you’re upset, but don’t let one lie ruin everything else for us.”

  “Us? There’s no us, Mikayla. I don’t get down like that. I’m not into that predator shit at all. I don’t care about what we had going on, I’m not continuing this shit. As a matter of fact, I need to get the fuck outta here.” I said while grabbing all of my shit. I needed to get away before I really did something I regretted.

  “Wayne…” Mikayla sobbed. That shit broke my heart because I know I was breaking her heart, but some shit, you can’t just sweep under the rug. I wasn’t about to jeopardize my freedom for some pussy. Shit, the thought of everything I did with her had my stomach-turning. I can’t believe I let another bitch play me….again. I’m officially over this catching feeling shit. I need to just fuck and keep it moving. Obviously, I’m not meant for this shit because I can’t seem to catch a break.