I accidentally cut him off. “I didn’t know that. How much older? I don’t remember seeing him around school?” I ask inquisitively.
“Well, my mother was raped when she was walking home from the bus stop. I wasn’t born yet and my mother was in nursing school. She still lived at home with my grandparents. My father and she didn’t even know each other yet. It was dark and my mother was walking home and passed an alley. All she remembers was a hand going around her mouth and pulling her into the alley. She says he was African American. Needless to say, she found out she was pregnant and my grandparents wanted her to have an abortion. My mother decided that she resented her unborn but she felt maybe someone out there could love and take care of her unborn child. She carried her pregnancy to term and gave up my brother Matthew for adoption. I don’t know where he is and I’ve been trying to find him. My mother want’s absolutely nothing to do with him. I try to question her every now and then to reconsider but she doesn’t want to hear it. Ever since she was taken advantage of, she’s painted this picture that everybody who’s African American is evil, disgusting and conniving. Obviously it isn’t true. It’s hard for her to deal with the women I date because I date only black women. You see my son Bryson, he’s biracial. I love the sista’s…” Larry says smiling my way. I smirk and he continues talking. “My mother hasn’t accepted any African American woman that I’ve brought home. My father is pretty cool though. He’ll get on my mother’s case any time she starts acting childish but for the most part, I try to keep the woman I’m with far away from her.”
I’m completely lost for words. I’ve never actually ran into someone who was prejudice against African American’s. Sure you read about it or might witness it in a movie or what have you but to actually see how disgusted Hillary looked at me and how mean she was towards me gave me chills just thinking about it all over again. I love all colors, shapes and sizes. America is one big melting pot of nationalities, religions and colors. I cannot stand small minded people. That’s like me getting upset for every man that’s ever done me wrong. You can’t do that.
“Wow, I’m sorry you had to go through that. I wish you would’ve just told me from the beginning. That way I know what I’m dealing with beforehand.” I cross my arms across my chest.
“Well, I’m going to make it up to you. Were going to have a great time.”
We better!
***
We pull up to Wasabi. “I’ve never been here before,” I say as Larry opens the front door of the restaurant for me. I thank him.
“Table for two please, under the name Larry Stephens.”
“Ah yes sir, I see you here. It’s a good thing you made a reservation because were packed today. Follow me please,” the waiter says grabbing two menus from the stack. He sashays us to two seats at the grill station.
“Can I start you two off with something to drink?” Says the flamboyant waiter.
“I’ll have a raspberry lemonade please,” I reply.
“I’ll have a Sprite sir,” says Larry.
After the waiter takes our drink orders, he walks off switching his hips from side to side.
“This is very nice. I’m glad were finally on our date. I’ve been looking forward to this,” I say smiling and grinning like a child getting candy.
“Me too. They cook your meal such as shrimp fried rice or whatever you choose right in front of you!” Says Larry with excitement in his voice.
Larry was right! Wasabi is amazing! The chefs cooked my meal right in front of me, doing tricks and tossing food up into the air and catching it!
I took a mouthful of shrimp fried rice into my mouth. “Yeah, now this is very good and fresh.”
“I love coming here. So tell me something about you that I don’t know,” says Larry cutting his medium rare steak.
“Well, I have a son he’s twelve. I work and stay to myself unless I’m chillin’ with my best friend but other than that, I’m an open book. So, how come you and Bryon’s mother aren’t together?”
“We weren’t together when we conceived Bryson. We were just friends with benefits. She’s a piece of work. Immediately when I found out she was pregnant I stepped up to the plate and told her I was going to be there for my child. I went to every prenatal appointment, watched my son being delivered and cut the cord, I spend time with him and have been there since day one. Keisha wasn’t ready to be a mother. I noticed that when Bryson was a few months old. She would rather go out, party, smoke weed, and loved living at home with her parents. Her parents are just as bad as her. They pop pills, irresponsible, drink from sun up to sun down. I had to take my son out of that environment. She see’s him every other weekend. Her visits are supervised. Eventually if she gets herself together, maybe we can work out a joint custody agreement but for now, she’s not capable.”
I could hear the sadness in his voice.
“I’m sorry to hear that. I know it must be hard on Bryson. You’re a very good father.”
“Thank you. So, what about Courtney’s father? You didn’t say too much about him when we talked on the phone.”
“Um, there isn’t much to say. We dated till Court was about two and broke up. Last year we broke up. He developed a drug habit and now he’s in a rehabilitation center.”
I really didn’t want to talk about his mother fuckin’ ass. Every time I mentioned or heard his name, I cringe. That bastard gave me herpes! I wasn’t going to mention any of this to Larry until I see were him and I go.
“Wow, well let’s make a toast that you and I got the hell out of the relationship and have moved on.”
We raise our glasses and clink them together.
“Here’s to new beginnings,” I say before taking a sip of my drink.
Chapter 43 - Megan
It’s been about a week since I received the mysterious letter. I’ve shoved the strange piece of information out of my head and have moved on. It’s Saturday and I’m proof reading my book as Kevin takes a shower. Kennedy is sitting on the floor watching Yo Gabba Gabba.
I decide to check my email. I click on the Google Chrome icon as I yawn. I click on my mail box and have an email from Melanie!
“What the fuck!” I mumble under my breath.
I click on the email and it’s a picture of a newborn baby girl! Underneath the picture was a caption that says, “She needs her father.” I take a look at the newborn and she doesn’t look like Kevin at all. She does have his nose and hair color but that’s about it. I notice that she has her first and last name in the email. I copy her name and type in Facebook. I paste her name into the search box and after scrolling down a few profiles I see the exact same picture of the newborn as a profile picture. I click on her page and thank goodness it’s not private. I read a couple of statuses that are meaningless about work and taking care of her daughter. I finally see a picture of her and Kevin! It’s definitely an old photo though. I’m speechless! I take a deep breath and decide it’s time to confront Kevin.
***
I place Kennedy into her highchair and position the highchair in front of the television, so she can finish watching her favorite cartoon. She’s such a good girl. I kiss her on the cheek and make my way to the bedroom. Kevin just came out of the shower with a towel around his waist. Our eyes lock with each other. I stand in the doorway with my arms folded across my chest and put all my weight on my left leg. Water is trickling down his chest. His chest is so carved, chiseled and ripped with abs. My panties are getting wet just by looking at him. I try to stay focused but Kevin whips the towel off from around his waist and his large, thick and long manhood is swinging from side to side and at attention. He calmly walks over to me and I lick my lips. “Baby, I gotta talk to you….” Before I can complete my sentence he grabs me from around my waist and sticks his tongue inside my mouth. I don’t resist. I wrap my arms around his neck as we continue to kiss passionately. He grabs my hand, leads me to the bed and I lay on my back. I lift my ass off the bed and slide off my pajama shorts, alon
g with my panties. Kevin lifts my shirt up over my head and my breasts are exposed. I spread my legs open and Kevin dives right into my sweet center. I moan and grab the back of his head, pushing him in deeper. His warm tongue feels so good. He extends his tongue from my kitty to my ass. Kevin is slurping, sucking and planting kisses all over. He gently takes two fingers and slips them inside of my warm center. I immediately release my juices all over his hand. Kevin licks my sweet and creamy juices off of his fingers. “Damn baby, shit,” I mutter. He takes his manhood and slips right inside of me. I gasp. I’ll never get used to the size of Kevin. I always have to brace myself when he enters me. I wrap my legs around his trim waist, securing him between my thighs. Kevin nibbles on my ear and sucks on my neck, leaving a hickey. I match his thrusts and wrap my legs tighter around his waist.
“Damn, I love you baby,” I whisper as I explode and squirt all over Kevin.
“I love you too Megan! Damn…Arghhh,” Kevin grunts as he releases all his seeds like a busted fire hydrant. He rolls off of me and collapses next to me. I’m panting and out of breath. I snuggle up next to him and inhale the body wash scent on his skin. After a few minutes I gather myself and work up the courage to ask Kevin what I initially came into the room to ask.
“Baby, are you awake?” I sweetly ask.
No response.
I look up and Kevin has dozed off. I nudge him gently.
“Baby, wake up. I need to talk to you,” I say as I sit up in bed.
Kevin yawns. “What’s on your mind?”
“Well a week ago, I got a mysterious letter in the mail. It has no return address and it stated that you’ve had an affair with some woman name Melanie and she has a one month old child with you! Kevin please tell me that this isn’t true. You know what I’ve been through. I can’t take anymore headache and pain. She somehow got a hold of my email address and sent me a picture of the child. She looks nothing like you but I just need to ask, is any of this true?” My voice is cracking and I’m trying my damn best to hold back the tears that are begging to fall. Kevin stood up and stroked his chin.
“Megan, are you serious? How can you even ask me if that is true?” He says, rising his voice.
I stand up and scrunch up my forehead.
“Is it true or not?”
“Calm down. I didn’t have an affair with anyone. We dated in college Meg. After we broke up she started having an obsession with me. I had to get a restraining order against her crazy pathetic ass. I haven’t fucked around since we’ve been together. I know I’m not the father of her child. I don’t have a secret love child. You should know me better than that man.”
I ignore him and walk to the bathroom with my legs spaced apart since some of his semen is dripping down my legs. I grab a rag and wipe myself off. Kevin stands in the bathroom door way putting on his boxers.
“Megan, you have to believe me. I would never deceive you. I ain’t Foster!” He’s starting to raise his voice.
“Kevin, I’m not standing for any bullshit this time around. I deserve happiness. It’s like history is repeating itself. Here I am pregnant again and some drama is popping off. I can’t take any stress. You know my pregnancy is high risk because of my blood pressure!” I’m yelling so loud that I make myself sick. I drop to my knees, lift the toilet seat up and hurl everything into the toilet. Kevin rubs my back and tries to help me relax.
“I love you Megan. I’m not lying. What can I do to prove to you that I love you and I’m not a cheater?” He’s talking in a much calmer voice.
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and wash my hands.
“Prove it to me,” I weakly say.
“How baby?” Says Kevin.
Chapter 44 - Natalie
Larry and I stood on my porch after our dinner date.
“I had a lovely date, minus your mother,” I joke.
“I had a good time too. I would love to do it again,” says Larry gazing into my eyes. For him to be a white guy his voice is so soulful.
“Um, of course. I would love that!” I glance at the ground. I’m nervous.
“Would you like to come inside for some wine or maybe watch a movie?”
“Sure, I was hoping you would ask,” says Larry grabbing me around the waist.
My heart is fluttering with nerves! I haven’t kissed another man in my life! I know he’s going to try and kiss me. Get it together Natalie! Damn!
Just as I suspected, Larry plants a soft sweet kiss…..on my fuckin’ forehead! What’s up with that shit?
I’m taken back by the kiss on the forehead and instantly feel stupid for expecting something more. I open my front door and motion for him to come inside.
“Have a seat please. Make yourself comfortable. Red or white wine? I also have some Ciroc, Hennessy and Rum.”
“I’ll take a glass of Rum please. If you don’t mind.” I reach into my top cabinet and grab my bottle of Rum. I turn around and Larry is smiling and just eyeing me. My palms are sweaty. I grip the bottle tighter making sure I don’t drop my shit! I pour Larry and myself a glass.
“Here you go, I hope it’s not too strong,” I say handing him his glass.
Larry takes a sip. “It’s good. You could’ve given me a glass straight up and I’ll drink it,” he jokes.
I laugh and sit down next to him.
I finish my glass in a few minutes and walk over to my DVD case.
“What kind of movie would you like to watch?” I kneel down and eye my selection.
“Anything is fine with me. I’ll even watch a chick flick,” he says laughing.
I decide to pop in The Players Club.
Five minutes into the movie and Larry throws his arm around my neck. I’m sweating bullets. I really like this guy and I don’t want to mess anything up. I’ve never been with any other man but Chauncey.
“Um, I’ll be right back, I have to go to the restroom,” I say quickly getting up from the couch and making a retreat to my bathroom.
I quietly shut the bathroom door and stare into the mirror. My vagina is throbbing any time this man gets close to me. I haven’t had sex in a year. I’m so afraid. I take a few moments to collect myself, inhale and then exhale. I make my way back into the living room.
“Everything all right sweetie?” Says Larry.
“Uh, yeah. That rum went straight through my ass,” I joke.
I sit down next to him.
“You seem nervous baby girl. I make you nervous don’t I? I know I’m probably the first white guy you’ve dated but let me show you that I can do you well. I’m a good guy Nat.”
“I can see you are. You know I haven’t dated anyone but my son’s father. I’m just slightly nervous. I’m sorry.”
“Look, I got something that can ease ya mind baby girl. I’ll be right back.”
Larry hops up from the couch, grabs his keys and jogs outside. I’m still sitting on the couch for about a minute until he walks back through the door.
He lays a plastic Ziploc bag on the couch.
“Weed Larry! Are you kidding me? I haven’t done weed since high school. I have a son now. I can’t be doing that shit!” I’m laughing because I know he can’t be serious.
“Natalie, let me roll up and you take a few hits. It’ll relax you.”
I smile and roll my eyes. Larry starts to roll up as I take our glasses and proceed to the kitchen to refill them.
“I’m not smoking that shit Larry! You’re tripping!” I yell, grabbing my glass of Rum.
Larry lights the blunt, took a long pull and blew the smoke out. He passed the blunt my way. “Try it sweetie.”
I eye him and raise one eyebrow. “Just once. I ain’t a pothead Larry!”
“I’m not either but I do it from time to time. Here,” says Larry passing it to me.
I grab the blunt and take a pull. I immediately start coughing.
“Damn ma, slow down baby. Take it easy. That‘s some loud right there.”
I force a smile on my face. “Shit, I tol
d you I haven’t hit this shit in years!”
After a good few hours I was drunk and high as a kite! We laughed, joked, talked and flirted.
“Damn, I’m kinda fucked up Larry. I didn’t want to get this messed up. Especially not on our first date,” I slurred.
“You good baby. I like you. I know we have had messed up past relationships but I really want to get to know you more,” says Larry with his glossy eyes.
Larry scoots closer to me on the sofa, grabs my chin and plants a sweet and succulent kiss on my lips. I lean back on the sofa and Larry gets on top of me. Were making out on the sofa. His tongue is dancing with my tongue and I’m completely turned on. “Uh, mmmm baby…shit…fuck I just came!” I moan.
Larry pulls away from our kiss.
“I just made you cum? Are you serious?” Larry was cheesing like he just won the lottery.
“I haven’t fucked in a year Larry,” I said smiling.
“Let me show you what else I can do for you.” Larry unzips his slacks and whips out his manhood. I immediately jump up from the couch.
“I can’t do this Larry. I think you should leave.”
“Leave? Why?” Says Larry zipping his pants back up.
“Did I make you feel uncomfortable Natalie? I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s not you. I---it’s just---we’re just moving too fast. It’s our first date ya know?”
The truth was my genital herpes have flared up and I can’t risk his health. I have to tell him before I sleep with him. I would never subject him to something like this.
“Uh, okay. You’re right. We’re moving too fast. Look, I’ll call you tomorrow.”
I walk Larry to the door and he kisses me on the cheek.
“Good night, drive safe,” I say giving him an uneasy smile.
“Good night beautiful.”
I gotta tell him. I’m feeling him way too much.
Chapter 45 - Megan
“Why won’t you email her Kevin? You have something to hide don’t you? I’m so sick of this!” I grab Kennedy from the bathtub and wrap her in a towel. I brush pass Kevin.
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