by Marcus Woods
Chapter 12
Craziness Knows No Boundaries
It has been over six months since my father completed rehab at Lakeside. To celebrate his newfound sobriety, my mother is throwing him a party at her house. I was at my house getting ready for the occasion. "Hmmm. Should I get suited and booted or just wear casual attire?" I ponder aloud.
Obviously, this is a big deal. My father finally got his life back on track. I want to dress presentable but not appear to be going to a funeral. I decided to go semi-dressy and wear a gray Hugo Boss V-neck cashmere sweater and crisp blue jeans with some black loafers. I spray on some Dolce & Gabbana Light Blue cologne and analyze my appearance in my bedroom mirror. I'm looking smooth! My phone rings as I get into my car.
"Hello, Pink Dress! I'm heading to my mom's house now. Are you on your way over there as well?
"Hey babe. That's what I'm calling about. I won't be able to make it. The hospital called me in and told me they need me ASAP. I'm so sorry. I truly wanted to attend your dad's party." A huge sigh bellows from my chest. I was looking forward to Lucy meeting my dad. She's already met my mother on several occasions. Guess it's not meant for them to meet today.
"Oh ok. I understand baby. That's just part of the job requirements of a registered nurse." This isn't the first time Lucy had to back out of plans or leave abruptly. Since she is a registered nurse, she is on-call most of the time. Sometimes, I just want to chuck her phone into the Mississippi River.
"Ok. Are you mad at me Devin?" Lucy asks in a sweet, womanly tone. She's aware of my disappointment but I'm an understanding man. Besides, when she uses her 'baby tone', it's difficult to be upset with her.
"No Lucy. I'm not mad at you. I was looking forward to introducing you to my pops though."
"I know. Hopefully, I can meet him soon. Tell him I said hi and congratulations on defeating his addiction. Also, tell your mother I said hi."
"I will baby. Well, hopefully, I'll get to see you later."
"You will. Lucy can't stay away from her man for long."
Her comment made me grin like a kid at Chucky Cheese.
"Okay. Imma hold you to that pretty lady." I gush.
"Ok handsome man. Well I love you and will see you later."
"Aight. Love you too." I hang up the phone.
Well it appears I will be stepping in the party minus my beautiful, sultry girlfriend on my arm. I'm still happy to go celebrate dad's newfound sobriety with the family.
***
(Al Wilson "Show and Tell" playing in the background)
I arrived at mom's house for dad's party. Mama Banks got the old school music blasting like it is 1975. Most of my aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends of the family came to celebrate Larry's new lease on life. My dad was wearing a long-sleeve checked plaid flannel shirt and blue jeans. His appearance is healthier than our previous encounter at Lakeside. I greet him, my mother and everyone else who is in attendance. I barely (or do not) remember some of these people. Yet, they converse with me as if we hanged out yesterday. That is a Southern black folks gathering for you.
My Uncle Teddy gives me a hug. His grey goatee grazes my forehead. He sports a 3-piece charcoal-colored suit, gray Alligator shoes and with a chrome Geneva watch. I hope to dress at least half as sharp when reaching his age! It's been awhile since I last seen my favorite uncle. A woman who had to be in her late 30s-mid 40s stood beside him. "I guess this is his wife-to-be. Not bad," I thought to myself while examining her from head to toe. She is about 5"3 and weighs about 135lbs with shoulder-length braids. The sunlight shimmers on her golden-brown skin tone. She rather reminds me of Pam Grier in her heyday. My uncle always had exquisite taste in women. I'm still stunned he is getting hitched. Uncle Teddy use to have a woman for every day of the week.
"Hey Devin! You are looking good as always. I want you to meet my fiancé, Taylor." said Uncle Teddy. His fiancé turns in my direction and we exchange a friendly hug.
"Hello Devin. It's nice to meet you. I see handsomeness runs in the family." Taylor said. She flashes a smile that could light up downtown. Uncle Teddy appears to found a keeper.
"Aw. You know I'm too dark-skinned to blush. Thanks for the compliment. You are very beautiful yourself." We all laugh.
"No problem. Thank you as well." Taylor responds, chuckling.
"Well I'm glad ya'll were finally able to meet. Anyway, honey, I need to rap with my nephew for a second. Can you go get me something to drink, please?" my uncle asks Taylor.
"Sure baby." Taylor kisses my uncle on the jaw and goes to get him a drink. As she walks away, my uncle and I stare at her like a model on the runaway.
I turn to him. "Wow unc! Where did you find her? She is niiice!" I said.
Honestly, nephew…Facebook."
My eyes widen as far as possible. I couldn't believe his answer. On numerous occasions, I urged my uncle to try online dating. He thought it wouldn't work for him and preferred to meet women on the street. How ironic the woman who is making him a "one woman man" came via cyberspace. Knowing my advice led to the discovery of his soul mate warms my soul. It's the least I could do considering all of the advice he's given me over the years regarding women.
"Wow! So you finally decided to heed my advice, huh?"
"Yep. I did. I saw Taylor on a mutual friend's Facebook page last year. I messaged her and the rest is history."
"Ok. Well congrats on y'all union. Ya'll look good together."
"Thanks. I appreciate it nephew. So I heard I'm not the only one who is trading in his player card. Your mother told me all about her. So where is Ms. Lucy today?" my uncle asks. He begins scanning around.
"Actually, she couldn't make it. She got called into work."
"Aw. That sucks. I wanted to meet her. She sounds like a keeper so don't mess it up. You remember what I always told you, right?"
"Yes unc. I remember. One quality female trumps ten chickenheads."
"Ok. This is Memphis so there are plenty of chickenheads clucking around a fly guy like you. You got a good woman by your side now. So be careful."
"Yes sir. I will." My Uncle Teddy gave me a hug and walked over to where his fiancé sat.
After he left, I went inside to use the bathroom. Afterwards, I decided to check out my old bedroom. Every so often, I like going into my old bedroom. It is pure nostalgia whenever I step foot in the room. Nothing changed since I left for college. I guess my mama doesn't want to change a thing. I'm still her baby, no matter how old I get.
I lay down on my old bed and close my eyes. Thoughts about how far come and where I want to go flutter. Fitness 4Play is a dope idea for a business. I just don't want to fuck it up. The success of this business can help put me in a better financial situation. As I continue to wallow in my own thoughts, a soft hand touches my crotch.
The hand massages the area. The pleasurable sensation causes my dick to enlarge. Lucy suspenseful self strikes again! I had no idea she would got off of work to attend the party. Now she is enticing me in my mama's house. I love it!
As I attempt to open my eyes, her hand covers them. "Oh. So you want to play Ms. Dominatrix at my mama's crib, huh? Well have it your way baby," I said, seductively. Lucy says nothing. It is odd because she usually got a snappy comeback to my sensual lingo. I guess she is in another mode today.
She quickly ties a blindfold around my head. Her lips gently connect with my neck followed by my chest. The sweetness of her perfume oozes from her as she climbs on top of me. The warmth of her pussy goes beyond her clothes. I attempt to caress her body but she thwarts my attempt.
"Whatttt? Somebody is in a domineering mood today. Well do your thing Lucy Goosy."
She hops off me for several seconds. Returning between my hips, she scoots up on my face. Her thighs are between my cheekbones. She grabs the back of my head and pulls it closer until the wetness of her pussy drizzles on my face. Getting the hint, my tongue tinkers with her pussy lips. Up and down. Down and up. My tongue penetrates the entrance of her walls.
Lucy moans with delight as each lick provides additional pleasure. As my tongue stimulates her clit, her groans went into overdrive. Within a few minutes, she clutches my cashmere sweater while cumming on my face. Heavy breathes ensue as she falls down and embraces me.
Before Lucy, I could count on one hand how many times I perform oral sex. I just could not fathom eating a random chick's vagina. But Lucy is far from random. She is my first love. So I relish satisfying her, including orally.
"Ohhh Devvvvin."
"Ohhh shit! You're not Lucy. Who the hell is this?"
Her voice sound so familiar. I thought it was Lucy the whole time. When I remove the blindfold, Keisha stands over me. An eerie, cold chill shot through my spine. Random questions crowds my mental. Did I just eat this girl's pussy in my mama's house? How in the hell did this girl get in my mama's house? How did she know I was here? Who invited her? Was she even invited? Did I just pee on myself?
I sprang out of the bed while wiping her climax off my face. "Keisha? What the hell are you doing here?" I said. I'm still in disbelief this girl fooled me into thinking she was Lucy.
"I came to see you silly," she said, oblivious to my displeasure. She puts back on her panties.
My thought process is disorient. I typically have a smooth, calm demeanor but Keisha's unexpected appearance is unsettling. Nonetheless, I regain my composure and am determine to get her delusional ass out of my mother's house.
"What do you mean you came to see me? We haven't seen each other in months. And at that, it was a one-time thing. You can't just pop up on me like this!"
"I know but you haven't been returning any of my text messages or calls." She moved towards me and whispers in my ear, "So I decided to come see you."
I back away from her. "Look, I have no idea how you knew I was here at my mother's house. Hell, I'm still trying to figure out how you know where I was at."
"Easy. On your Facebook page, it said you were attending this event today at this address. I see it was for your father, so I knew you would be here. I thought you would be happy to see me!" said Keisha. I have to switch my Facebook profile from public to private. I cannot let cuckoo females like this openly read my page.
"Keisha, I appreciate the gesture but let me be brutally honest. I'm not interested in you like that. I got a girlfriend now and that's that. So can you please leave?" I said.
I hoped Keisha would grant my wish. Wrong! She actually gets aroused! She bats her eyes and licks her lips. It was if my firm tone equaled firm breasts. Back in my single days, I might have had sex with her crazy butt here in my mama's house. Hell, I just ate her vagina. But being intimate again with Keisha is the last thing I would do.
"Dab, quit playing. You know you want me." She attempts to wrap her arms around my torso and kiss me. I grab her arm to block her attempt.
"Keisha. I'm not playing. You have to leave! I don't know why my mama let you in here anyway."
"Well that's because your mama didn't let me in. Your father did. I told him I was your girlfriend." I shake my head in disbelieve. Since my pops never met Lucy, he probably thought Keisha was her. Obviously, my mother did not notice her; otherwise, my dad would know Keisha isn't my girlfriend. It is time to put an end to this.
"My what? My girlfriend? Woman, you are delusional. Please get out before I call the cops!"
Wow! Dab, so that's how you going to treat me? After eating my pussy too? So this is how you're going to treat the mother of your child?" she asks with a venomous stare. Upon hearing the word "child", my mind went haywire. Did she say what I thought she said? I know damn well she didn't say she was having MY CHILD. Is she pregnant or she just bluffing? Even if she is pregnant, it can't be mine. I wore protection the night we slept together.
After regaining my composure, I reply, "Keisha, did you just say you were pregnant with my child?"
She folds her arms and a devilish grin appears on her face. "Well I was pregnant with your child, sir. Your son is already in this world." I forgot its been over 9 months since we met.
"I doubt it! You better tell that the other dude because I'm not the one. I wore a condom," I said, defiantly.
"There isn't another dude. Just you! I wasn't with anyone else during that timeframe but you!"
"Bullshit! I met you that afternoon online and was having sex with by night fall. I know my game is tight but I'm not foolish to think you only did that with me!"
"What does that have to do with anything? At the end of the day, you still were the only one whom I slept with during that timeframe. So Antwan is your child.
"Hold the hell up. Did you name your child, Antwan? My middle name?"
"Yes I did. Your son is named after you, his father."
"My son? Look, I have no clue what scam you are trying to pull but it's time to leave."
"Fine! I will. But you have a son. So this is not the last time you will hear from me!"
Keisha's demeanor gets under my skin. First, I mistakenly give her oral pleasure. Now, she claim's I'm her baby's father. I can't be the father of this woman's allege son. Worst of all, she has the audacity to come to my mother's house uninvited to tell me this crap.
"Whatever. I don't have a son, daughter or anything with you. Just get the fuck out please!"
"Whatever. This isn't the last you'll heard from me. Goodbye you nothin' ass nigga!" Keisha picks up her purse and storms out of my mother's house.
I plop down on the bed, head hanging. I massage my scalp. "I can't believe this crazy bitch just came to my dad's party to inform me I'm the father to her son," I mumbled. This can't be true. The child is not mine's but what if he is? I'm not ready to be a father right now. I'm still trying to come up. I'm in no position to take care of a kid.
"Hey son, are you alright?" asks my father. I was so entrenched in thoughts I didn't sense his presence.
I slowly tilt my head up. "Yea pops. I'm good."
"Ok. Well the food is ready. Hey, where is your girlfriend? She's pretty."
I want to blurt out 'That crazy broad is not my girlfriend.' However, my thoughts are so muddled I don't even bother correcting my dad.
"Yea…she had to leave."
"Aw ok. Well that's too bad. She's going to miss out on some good eating," he said, smiling. After eating out Keisha, I could care less about eating actual food. I just hope dad do not smell remnants of the oral sex fiasco. I desperately need to wash my face.
"Yeah, she sure is." I got up and went back outside with my dad. A million thoughts are running through my head. The most prominent is if I am the father of Keisha's alleged child, how will I break this unsettling news to Lucy? I have to handle this Keisha-baby situation soon or it will damage my relationship with Lucy long-term.
I'm proud of my dad for making a complete 180 with his life by conquering his personal issues. Now, it seems I need to conquer a personal issue.
Chapter 13
Woe Is Me
(J-Shin "One Night Stand" playing in the background)
What a way to begin a Saturday. My eyes fixate on the bedroom ceiling since waking up. It's as if I'm waiting on God to come down and tell me my next move. I can't believe I could be a father from a one night stand. This shit isn't right. My phone been ringing non-stop. I'm apprehensive to talk to anybody, especially Lucy. What if she finds out before getting a chance to tell her? There is no way I'm letting that happen. I need to talk to someone ASAP about this matter because this "woe is me" attitude does not fit me.
I proceed to dial Greg's number. The phone rings a few times before he picks up.
"Hello," says Greg.
"Hey playa. What are you up too?" I ask, trying to conceal the anxiety in my voice.
"Ah, nothing much,. My wife has gone to work and I'm off today. What's up?"
"Ok cool. Well when you get a chance, stop by today. I got something important to discuss with you."
"Hmm. Ok. Is everything alright?"
"Wellllll not really. That's what I need to talk to you about."
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"Ok. Well I will be over there in less than an hour."
"Aight. I appreciate this G."
"No problem Dab. See you shortly."
"Aight." I hang up the phone.
I'm fortunate to have a supportive friend like Greg with whom I can discuss personal issues. He's aware about all the issues I ever encountered, especially with the opposite sex. This Keisha issue is the biggest one of them all. Baby or not, I refuse to let her delusional ass impede the progress I'm making in life. I hope Greg brings some popcorn, because this mess only happens in the movies.
***
"What? She said that? At your dad's party in your mama's crib?" Greg asks. His pupils dilate through his glasses. He arrived 30 minutes ago. I filled him in on every detail I could think of regarding this ordeal between Keisha and I.
"Yes playa. It's crazy as hell ain't it? All this drama is from a one-night stand. A fucking one night stand!" I exclaim, shaking my head in disbelief.
"But wait a minute. Have you even seen the boy?"
"Not at all. That's why I said it is alleged I have a son. I haven't even seen a pic or anything yet."
Greg strokes his chin. Suddenly, he blurts out, "I know how to prove it! Does she have a Facebook page?"
The imaginary light bulb came on over my head. I recognize where Greg was going with this. I have been so distraught; it never crossed my mind to check her Facebook page to verify her son's existence.
I grab my laptop and log into Facebook. Surprisingly, we never were Facebook friends so I had to search for her. Not knowing her last name, I scrolled through all the Keisha's in the Memphis area. After 20 minutes of searching profiles, I found her.
"Here she goes G. Keisha 'Missy' Johnson. That's her crazy ass," I said. Greg starts laughing. She is by herself in a profile picture. Most new mothers have a photo of their child in the profile pic. So far, so good!
