Honest Man: A BWWM Romance

by Tyla Walker

  She starts to get up and walk over to our table. What the hell does she want? I try to look away so she can take a hint that I don’t want anything to do with her anymore.

  “My dear John, I’ve missed you.” I slightly jolt from my position, as she sits on my lap and wraps her arms around my neck. She leans in to give me kiss, which I don’t want any part of.

  She pulls away, and I immediately see that Charlene is standing a few inches away from our table. What the fuck is happening? Why did I let her just kiss me? All these thoughts just start bombarding my head and I can’t think straight.

  “Charlene this isn’t what – ” Charlene just walks past me, with her head held high and not even bothering to listen to what I have to say.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I say to the woman as I push her of off me. I immediately stand up to run after Charlene, but it’s too late. She’s already out of the door, into a waiting taxi.

  Fuck! Why did I let this happen? Did I just lose her forever?

  Eighteen

  Charlene

  This is what I deserve for believing in utter nonsense. I just want to kick myself in the butt for my stupidity. My mom reminded me that I was in danger of getting my heart broken and I confidently told her that I understood what my role has always been in John’s life.

  It’s foolishness on my part that I started ignoring my head in the hopes that he loves me as well. He’s a fickle man when it comes to women. I knew that. It’s stamped in the front lobe of my brain for Christ sake. But what do I do? Like the idiot that I am, I fell in love with him. I fell for a man who can never love me back.

  I feel the beginning of tears sting my eyes. My chest feels so heavy. This must be what heartbreak feels like. What’s even worse is that I feel like in all of this, I’ve lost my best friend as well. I don’t think I can ever go back to just plain old friendship with him. I mean, how can I casually hang out with a man whom I’ve given my very soul to? It simply isn’t done.

  I’m still in the taxi when my phone rings. It’s John. I don’t think I have the heart to answer. I choose to ignore his calls and messages.

  “Hey, lady. Are you alright?” The taxi driver says, his eyes staring at me through the mirror.

  “I will be. I just went and let myself fall for a man that will never love me back.” I say, feeling my tears fall.

  “Well, lady. You’re really pretty. He must be an idiot.” He says.

  I chuckle at his compliment. “Thank you.” I tell him sincerely.

  “It could be worse. He could be married already, right?” He says, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

  “Oh, he is. He’s married to me.” I tell him seriously.

  He looks shocked for a minute.

  “Then what’s the problem? You’ve got the man. Now all you need to do is figure out how to keep him.” He says with a shrug.

  I sigh. “If only it were that simple.”

  He snorts. “Lady, it is that simple. Either you fight for it, or you don’t. It’s always your choice. It’s just a shame if you give up when he’s already yours.” He says.

  “But hey, that’s just my opinion. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.” He says apologetically.

  I nod. “It’s alright. It gives me something to think about.” But not right now.

  I arrive at our house. I can’t stop the tears from flowing. My heart really hurts. I feel like my arms are going numb from the pain in my chest. If I didn’t know any better, it’s like I’m having a heart attack. I was openly sobbing, when I hear footsteps by the stairs. I muffle my sobs when I notice that it’s Brittany.

  “Mom, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” She says, looking like she’s about to cry as well.

  “It’s nothing, baby. Mom just made a mistake. And now, my heart hurts.” I tell her, kneeling so that I’m at eye level with her.

  Her eyes widen. She wipes my tears with her hands and gives me a hug. “Do we need to go to the hospital to make your heart feel better?” She asks, sounding slightly scared.

  I shake my head no. “It’s okay, baby. This isn’t something that a hospital, nor medicine, can cure.” I say.

  Her face furrows in confusion. “I don’t understand, mom. You’re hurting. How can the hospital not fix you?” She asks.

  I sniffle a little. “Well, you know how when sometimes you get a little booboo? We don’t have to go to the hospital for that. We just wait for it to heal on its own. This is kind of like that. My heart has a booboo and it’s something that only time can fix.” I explain to her, hoping that she’d understand.

  “Like when I cut myself?” She asks.

  I smile at how smart my baby is. “Exactly like that. My heart has a cut.” I tell her.

  “I don’t like it when you’re hurt, mom.” She says with a frown.

  “It makes me feel like crying too.” She says, her voice a little shaky.

  I kiss her forehead.

  “I know you don’t, baby. I don’t either. But you shouldn’t worry. Like I said, I’ll get better in time.” I try to assure her, not even certain as to when that time will be.

  “If you say so, mom. What about daddy? Maybe he can help?” She asks hopefully.

  My heart sinks further at her words.

  They’ve become so close. And now because everything is ruined, I can’t have the two of them meet anymore. But I don’t want to cause my daughter unnecessary pain just because John and I aren’t compatible.

  She already sees him as a father. Maybe, if John still wants to see her, I’ll let him. But with John, I can never say for sure.

  I scoop her up in my arms, not knowing what to tell her. In my very emotional state, it’s better if I calm down first before I explain the situation to her.

  I have her sit on the kitchen counter while a prepare a warm glass of milk. I give her the glass, and she gulps it down eagerly.

  “Are you ready to go to bed now?” I ask.

  Her eyes seem to be getting heavier.

  She nods. Raising both her arms so I can carry her.

  I carry her to the bed, tucking her in.

  She’s already snoring softly.

  I kiss her forehead. “Mama loves you, baby.”

  I get in between the covers, pulling her closer to my body in a hug.

  I cuddle her closely to my chest, trying to draw strength from my daughter’s presence.

  It’s alright. Brittany is the only one that matters.

  I try to convince myself, the tears still streaming down my face.

  I have to be stronger, not just for myself, but for my daughter as well.

  Nineteen

  John

  I run as fast as I can across the busy street. I nearly dodge a bicyclist riding through the sidewalk. He curses, but I don’t have time to entertain whatever god he invokes upon me.

  A taxi whizzes by, moments before I cross the next street. A touch of death that I don’t mind happening because if I fail, I might better be off dead.

  All the memories of the past few days flash in my mind as I navigate back to where it all started. Charlene is back at the store, says my Dad on the phone as I’m jogging through the park. It may be creepy to have used my father’s resources to track her down, but desperate times call for equally scary measures.

  This might be the last chance I’ll get to see her again, so fuck it if I’m sweating through my tracksuit. I need to talk to her now.

  After minutes of running, I finally see her inside the viewing window of her store. She seems to be taking away the mannequins of her store. Is she going to close it for good?

  The thought of it panics me, and I sprint toward her, but a rogue bus drives in front of me and splashes scintillating street water all over me.

  I have no time to chase the driver and chew him off. I need to talk to Charlene now. I take off my drenched top and wrap it around my waist as I walk in topless in the store.

  “Charlene,” I say as I finally see her back towards me. “Please, do
n’t look around or run away, okay? I don’t want you to see me like this, but I don’t want you to run away either. But please hear me out, okay?”

  She nods and doesn’t move. That’s step one. She’s been avoiding me for the past few days, ignoring my calls or text. I need to make this one count.

  “What you saw back then was something that someone as wonderful as you should see. I wish I could just take it all back. But I can’t, because what happened was karma. I treated a lot of girls like dirt, and at some point in time, it was bound to happen that I would get to regret my decision.”

  I can see Charlene letting a deep sigh out of her as she continues to listen. So far, so good.

  “But the only reason I’m regretting that is because of you, Charlene. You changed me in more ways than I could possibly imagine. You’ve taught me how to be a good person, a good husband, and, most especially, you’ve taught me how to love. And when you took off and never looked back, I’ve been missing you so bad. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

  I take a few steps towards her to see if she’ll run away.

  By some miracle, she doesn’t.

  I continue, “What I’m trying to say here, Charlene, is that I don’t think I’ve ever loved anyone like this. I may have feared my father. But you? You’re a part of my soul, my breath, my very reason for being. So, I know what you saw back at that restaurant was unforgivable, and I’d understand if you’ll run away. But can you at least hear me out one last time?”

  “Okay,” she replies weakly.

  “Charlene Jamison. You have been my best friend for as long as I can remember. You were with me when I needed you most, and you were there even when I didn’t deserve you. I realize that now. I realize that you’re the person I wanna be with because you’re not only the friend that I want to be with, you’re the woman I want to wake up in bed the rest of my life with. So, do you want to be my wife? For realsies this time.”

  Her voice shakes, “What?”

  “We can move into my place, or yours if that’s what you prefer, or build a castle in the middle of the forest where Brit can spend the rest of her days playing with the forest animals along with the rest of her brothers and sisters. Just tell me the kind of fairytale you want, and I’ll give you the happy ever after that you deserve.”

  An awkward silence enveloped the air. I finally notice that the store had customers, after all. All of them are staring at Charlene and me, waiting in bated breath for her reply.

  What if she says no? How in the world am I going to be able to live with myself?

  Charlene lowers her head as she turns towards me. She wipes away her eyes, flowing with tears as she tries to speak up, “You’re dripping wet on my hardwood floor, idiot.”

  Oh, fuck.

  “But, you’re my idiot, okay? And I want to be the wife that gets to tell you that for the rest of your life, John,” she says as she smiles.

  I run over and give her the biggest, and awkwardly wettest, hug of her life. The customers around the store applaud. We look around and see them cheer us on.

  “Stop looking like an idiot and kiss her!” heckles a man from the crowd.

  That’s my cue.

  I look into Charlene’s eyes, her face gleaming with her exotic beauty. Our kiss lasts an everlasting moment. Finally, everything is right in the world once again. The missing piece of my soul is in my arms once again.

  Brittany comes running out of Charlene’s office, “Now can I call him ‘Daddy’?” she asks. Charlene smiles, “Only if you come over here and give us a hug.”

  “Okay!” she happily agrees as we all gather around for one big group hug. One big happy family. My knees feel weak from relief, especially after the rest of the customers huddle around us for one big group hug.

  “You guys sure are pretty friendly around here,” I comment as they gather.

  “Can I have a pony?” asks Britanny.

  “We’ll talk about it,” I say, “How about over pizza and ice cream?”

  “Yeah!” answers the crowd in unison.

  I look around, confused, “What the hell, free pizza and ice cream for everyone!”

  Twenty

  Charlene

  I hear the shower turn on as I’m lying in bed. John finally takes a bath after being topless throughout the day. If I didn’t know any better, he was using his impressive physique to win me over.

  Clever bastard.

  “Thank God,” John yells, “Some hot fucking water.”

  “Shhh,” I tell him, “You’ll wake Brit up.”

  “Oh, sorry,” he apologizes. “You know, I wasn’t sure at all how this day would end.”

  “I sure as hell wasn’t expecting to spend it at Chuck E. Cheese with a bunch of strangers and you comfortably displaying your bare chest to everyone.”

  “I thought you knew them!” he reacts, “They were all over us back at the store.”

  I laugh, “People who come here are pretty good-natured people. I should have expected that they’d react like that, at least.”

  “You know what they say, birds of the same feather gather together. It’s one of the things I love about you, you know. You’re ridiculously friendly, Charlene,” he says as I hear the water now violently splashing all over him.

  He must be pretty soaked right now. I tiptoe to the bathroom door and slowly open it.

  “Charlene? Is everything alright?” asks John.

  I slide the shower door open, “Who’s friendly now?”

  But John doesn’t move, his back towards me. His cute little butt is just waiting for me to grab it.

  “John?” I ask worryingly.

  As I step inside for a closer look, I see that John’s already stroking his massive cock. All loving twelve inches of it. “Sorry,” he says, “I just couldn’t stop thinking about you earlier.”

  He looks so cute, apologizing to me. Even though he did just commit a grave sin.

  “Starting without me? Tsk tsk tsk. Lucky for you, I’m a forgiving wife,” I say as I slowly take off my clothes and throw them on the other side of the room.

  “You are?” he asks nervously, “I mean, of course, you are. That’s why I love you, Charlene. You know the deepest parts of me.”

  He’s just so sweet, even when he’s embarrassed himself, he’s still trying to butter me up. “Aren’t you just the sweetest?” I lean over and kiss him as he closes the shower door behind me, and as my hand turns off the shower.

  I love how his hot skin feels over my naked, wet breasts. His lips run wild around my face as I run my fingers all throughout his damp hair. I can’t help but have my other hand grab his shaft and stroke it. I love how his cock throbs the harder I grab it.

  “Someone’s been a bad boy,” I say as I look into John. His eyes are closed, his face showing nothing but John enjoying my handjob.

  He takes a step back and leans on the wall. All that muscle and all it takes is a woman’s hand to saddle him down. Interestingly, his cock is really stiff and strong.

  I kiss John as I sit on the shaft of his erect cock. The more I let myself sit on his cock, the stronger it rises.

  “Finally, I can get to ride this bad boy,” I comment as I stare into John’s eyes, grinding my pussy all over his thick shaft. Its throbbing synchronizes with my hips. His strength overwhelms me.

  But I can see it in John’s eyes. He’s at his limit, just as much as I am.

  His cock feels so violent and powerful. Its sending shockwaves deep within me. I don’t know how long I can manage to keep myself sane.

  “I’ve had enough!” John says. He breaks from his trance and turns me around, forcing me to bend over. I gladly oblige.

  “What are you waiting for?” I ask.

  “You know how much I love you, right?” he asks.

  “Of course I do,” I reply as I smile, “I love you, t…”

  But John doesn’t let me finish and penetrates me with one forceful thrust inside me. I feel a familiar heat rising within me.

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nbsp; “Fuck!” I scream as John suddenly stops. I feel the pulsation of his throbbing cock massage my sensitive pussy.

  “Good. I just wanted to let you know how much I love you, Charlene,” he says.

  “M-more,” I stammer.

  John obliges and thrusts his cock in and out of me for another time. This time, I can feel his tip kissing my uterus.

  “Oh, god. I love it, John. I love you!” I scream.

  He replies to me by ramping up the pace. Every sweet, sensual movement in his hips fills me with hot pleasure. My legs tremble as I feel my knees getting weak. I have to hold on to the faucet to keep myself from falling down to the floor.”

  “Looks like someone needs a rest,” says John. He turns me around to face me again and kisses me. I feel his warm lips expressing all the love in the world he’d been saving from me.

  But suddenly, I feel his huge hands grabbing my butt. He raises me up the floor and pins me on the bathroom wall, with my feet far off the ground.

  “Do it,” I beg.

  John smiles, his eyes never wavering from mine as he penetrates me again, this time, very slowly. His dick easily slides in and out of me. I wish this shower would never end.

  I no longer have any control over my body as John does his way with me.

  I lean over to put my arms around him, but the move is so sudden that John falls on his back, and I fall on top of him. Good thing, his massive cock broke my fall.

  “Whoops. Sorry about that,” he says.

  “Well, I’m not,” I say as I begin to move my hips around his crotch. Me sitting on top of him feels fantastic. Too amazing.

  “I’m going to come!” I yell.

  “Me too!”

  And with his final thrust, John unloads his hot cum inside me, the sensation of it squirting inside triggers me to orgasm.

  I wonder if Brit’s going to want a brother or a sister?

  Also by Tyla Walker