by Lucinda John
“Damn baby, I love you and this wet pussy.” He growled, as he got lost in my wetness.
Shanie
“Urgggggggghhhhh!!!” I hurled into the toilette after demolishing the plate of eggs, grits, and toast my mother made for me.
I threw up everything I ate for breakfast and for dinner the previous night, until I started dry heaving. I didn’t know what had gotten into me, so I started to think it was something I ate. Before I could get up and rinse my mouth, I was hit with another wave of nausea that had my head buried back in the toilet as I threw up clear liquids.
“Uhhhhh.” I groaned, leaning my body against the tub. I was so weak from all the throwing up that all I really wanted to do was lay down.
“Are you pregnant?” My mother asked, standing in the doorway.
“Mama, I am not pregnant.” I waved her off, attempting to get up.
“You still have a full pack of pads under this sink and you calendar haven’t been marked off, so I’mma ask you again, are you pregnant?”
“I don’t know mama.” I said, walking towards my bed and flopping down on it.
“This is like déjà vu. When you were thirteen years old and I had to take you to the abortion clinic.”
“Mom please. I don’t even know if I’m pregnant or not.”
“Have you been protecting yourself while you’ve been sleeping with that boy?” She asked, causing my heart to skip a beat.
“Yes.” I lied.
“Mmm hmmm, you can’t run game on no gamer, I been there and done all of that in my younger life. Go find you a fool cuz I ain’t buying that.” My mother sucked her teeth.
“Mama please, I have to get ready for work.” I said, hoping she would just leave me alone so I can figure this out.
“When you come home, I’ll have a pregnancy test on your bed waiting for you. If you are pregnant, I’m not mad at you, I’m just a bit disappointed that you didn’t wait and do it the right why. If you’re not, then you have to go to the clinic and get you something to prevent this from happening. You have your whole life ahead of you to be birthing no babies. God, I blame myself for all of this. If I would have just stayed home and paid more attention to you instead of working all those jobs, then this wouldn’t have been happening right now.” She lectured.
“I’m sorry, mama.” I cried.
“Don’t be baby, don’t be.” She consoled me.
When it came time for me to go to work, I got dressed as if I was going just to so my mother would leave me alone. When I got in my Infiniti QX60 Rodney got me, I pulled out my phone and called out of work. Since Rodney got out of jail, my attendance at work started suffering. The only reason my boss kept me around was because it would be hard to replace me.
I sat in the Walgreen’s parking lot contemplating if I wanted to go inside and buy a pregnancy test or not. I was freaking out thinking of all the times Rodney and I had unprotected sex without him pulling out. My mind started traveling a mile per minute as I tried to figure out what I was going to do if in fact I was pregnant. I was just in my freshmen year of college and I was looking forward to graduating and obtaining my degree. I wasn’t sure how I was going to be able to juggle a baby in the mix.
Taking a deep breath, I got out of the car and made my way inside the pharmacy. I walked through the aisle until I was standing face-to-face with the hardest test I ever had to take. Grabbing three of the most expensive test that was on the shelves. I picked up two vitamin waters and made my way to the cashier. I tapped my feet nervously against the marble floors as the pretty light skin girl rang up my items. When she gave me my total, the fifty-dollar bill stuck to my sweaty palm as I tried to hand it to her. Picking up my bag and change, I got in my car and headed to Hot Rod’s house.
The house was empty as I granted myself entrance and made my way to his room. Removing my shoes and stripping out of my clothes, I made my way to the bathroom where I peed on all three sticks. I couldn’t bring myself to sit and wait for the results, so I walked back in Hot Rod’s room and laid my body in his king-size bed.
“Mmmmm.” I moaned, feeling a tugging feeling on my clit.
“Ohhhhhhh yassssss.” I cried, as I rotated my hips into the mouth of the person whose head was buried between my legs, giving me some bomb head.
My head doctor licked the flesh of my kitty and sucked on my pearl until I begged for mercy. Burying his tongue deep in my pussy, he fucked me long and hard until my legs started to tremble like a leaf on a windy day. He then brought his attention back to my swollen nub and sucked on it until I started cummin’ all over the place.
“Ahhhhhhhhh.” I cried out, feeling my body shake violently due to the massive nut I just experience.
“You can’t be in my bed all naked and shit and not expect me to wanna lick.” Hot Rod said, causing me to open my eyes.
“Hey, baby.” I smiled.
“What’s up, I thought you was going to work.” He said, kissing on my stomach.
“I called out.”
“You gon’ fuck around and be jobless, but I been told you to quit that shit.” He chuckeld.
“I like my job.” I pouted.
“Then why you in my bed and not at your desk?” He smirked.
“Oh, shut up.” I laughed, mushing him in the head.
“You know I’m right, so you might as well quit that shit.” He said, getting up and heading to the bathroom.
When he finished handling his business, he returned with the three tests in his hand. I had completely forgot that I had taken them, so I wasn’t sure what the results were. I tried to read the expression that was on Hot Rod’s face, but I couldn’t. The blank look he held gave me no clue as to what the results of the tests were.
“Are you keeping it?” He asked, confirming my mother’s suspicions.
“Keeping what?” I asked, playing dumb.
“Don’t play with me man, the baby.” He said, tossing all three tests on the bed. All of them said the same thing; I was going to be somebody’s mother.
“I mean, do I have a choice.” I replied.
“Yeah, you have one, but don’t think I’mma stick around if you kill my seed.” He snapped.
“That’s not fair.” I argued.
“What the fuck you mean that’s not fair? You killed my first baby without me knowing and now you want to kill my second?” He asked, looking at me as if I was crazy.
“I mean, I don’t think I’m ready to be a mother right now.” I said, with my head down.
“Yo, I swear if you thinking about killing my baby this a wrap.”
“So, that’s it? It’s either I have this baby or you’re done with me?” I asked, unable to believe he would say some shit like that to me.
“That’s what the fuck I said right.” He said, looking me square in the eyes.
“All I’m saying is we should just talk about this.”
“Ain’t shit to discuss, I want my baby. I took you back for killing my kid the first time, but I won’t be so fucking forgiving if you pull that shit again.”
“Wow.” Was all I could say, as I read the seriousness that was in his eyes.
I had so much to look forward to in life and right now a baby wasn’t the best thing. Hot Rod still was getting his hands dirty with the same shit that got him arrested the first time. How the fuck did he expect me to care for this child alone, if God forbid, the same shit happened again? I couldn’t understand why he didn’t want to hear me out without throwing our relationship on the line.
“Wow what?”
“Nothing.” I replied.
“So you gon’ keep my baby?” He asked, with a hopeful look on his face.
“I don’t have the answer to that question right now.” I replied, causing his face to turn a bright red color. He punched a big hole in the wall before storming out the room and slamming the door closed behind him. I looked out the window and watched as he got in his car and peeled off.
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sp; I lay in bed with my tears staining the pillow as I tried to figure out my next move. I loved Hot Rod with every bone in my body, but a baby wasn’t something we were ready for at the moment. I wasn’t prepared to bring a child into this world, into a rocky situation. Hot Rod and I had to first build a solid foundation before we could even think about being parents.
I picked up my phone and tried to call him, but he only forwarded my calls until he got sick of me calling and turned his phone off. I cried and waited up for him, but when midnight came and he still hadn’t walked through the door, I started to get depressed. I was torn between losing the love of my life or bringing a baby, that I wasn’t quite ready for, into this world. I was so discombobulated with my thoughts that the only reasonable thing I could do was cry until sleep finally claimed me.
Romeo
I was sick and tired of waiting for Mia to come around, so I decided to force her ass to listen to me. After paying the manager at the storage Hot Rod had our things sent to for information to where the movers delivered the things, I had Mia’s address. I’d been sitting on her front porch since eight this morning and it was now almost midnight and she still hadn’t brought her ass home yet. The longer I sat and waited for her, the angrier I became.
I was growing so irritated by Mia’s behavior that I had to smoke me two blunts to calm my nerves. Before I could fire up the third one, a pink Bentley was pulling in her driveway. I squinted my eyes to block the headlights from shining in them while I waited to see who was going to come out of the car.
My jaw clenched as I watched Mia walk out of the car, dressed casually in a pair of ripped jeans and a cream off the shoulder t-shirt. She was so wrapped up in her phone that she didn’t even see me sitting on her stairs waiting for her ass. She walked right past me and stuck her key right in the door and opened it.
“What the fuck!” She jumped, as I pushed my way in the house.
“Romeo, what the fuck are you doing here?” She asked.
“This what I gotta do for your ass to talk to me!” I snapped.
“I told you we were done.”
“Who the fuck bought you that damn car, Mia?” I asked, ready to snap her damn neck.
“I did! I needed something to cheer me up, so I used the money you gave me, along with some money I had saved up, to get myself a car. Is that a fucking crime?” She asked, sucking her teeth.
“Mia, watch your damn mouth when you’re talking to me.”
“Romeo, can you please leave my house; I have an early class in the morning.”
“Why the fuck was you out all fucking night?”
“I was being a fucking friend, drying my best friend’s tears. Again CAN YOU LEAVE MY FUCKING HOUSE PLEASE!!!” She yelled, causing the veins in the side of her neck to poke out.
“Mia, I ain’t come here to argue with you.” I said, running my hand across my hair.
“Then why are you here?” She asked.
“To make shit right. A nigga real sick without you, ma.” I admitted.
“You should have thought about that while you were out there slanging your dick.” She coldly responded.
“It was just one time.” I stressed.
“Once a cheater, always a cheater.” She rolled her eyes.
“Nah, ma, that was different. That don’t even count as me cheating.”
“You are a piece of work. How the fuck does you sticking your dick in the next bitch’s pussy don’t count as cheating?” She asked, with her head cocked to the side, as she waited for my response.
“I was fucking her to put money in my pockets so that I could take care of us. It wasn’t out of pleasure. I stopped fucking with her! I stopped fucking with all my hoes because you was all the woman I needed. Mia, I love you and I ain’t gonna sit here and go back and forth with you over some shit I did to make sure we was straight!” I yelled, feeling annoyed.
“Ain’t this about a bitch.” She chuckled. “You cheat on me and have the nerve to be mad.” She sucked her teeth. “Please find your way out my house.”
Pushing her up against the wall, I wrapped my hands around her neck in an attempt to calm her ass down. If we had to argue through the wee hours of the morning, then that’s what we was going to do, because I was not leaving this house until we were good. I was sick and tired of going to sleep and waking up without Mia. I was putting an end to that shit today.
“Listen to me.” I said, gently squeezing on her neck.
“I love your ass. I knew I loved you before we even became a couple. You my heart and I can’t live without you. I don’t give a fuck what I gotta do, I’ll do it if it means that we can move past this shit.” I said, allowing a few of my tears to fall.
The soft look in her eyes let me know that I was finally getting through to her. I dropped my hand from around her neck and picked her up, carrying her to the bedroom. I peeped how she got rid of my bed and was now sleeping on the bed I originally bought for her.
When I laid her body on the bed and mounted her, she didn’t argue. I stuffed my tongue in her mouth and she accepted it. I felt her body relax underneath mine, as we shared a long passionate kiss.
“You forgive me, baby?” I asked, sucking in her neck.
“Mm ummm mmmm.” She hummed.
“Can I take the pain away?”
“Yasssss.”
I removed her shoes, then off came her jeans and panties. Spreading her legs, I admired her neatly shaven pussy before blessing it with my lips. I placed soft kisses on the top of her pussy then snaked my tongue between her thick, juicy lips. She was so fucking wet that her sweetness dripped from the sides of my mouth as I ate her out.
Flipping her on her stomach, I rose her ass high in the air and licked around her booty hole. I stuck my tongue in her ass and ate it out while I ran my thick fingers across her clit. I fingered her dripping pussy while I ate the booty like groceries, causing her to go crazy.
“Ohhhhhhh daaaaaaaaaam dadddddy yasssss!” She cried out, as I stopped eating her ass to suck the soul out of her pussy.
“Ahhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk shit, got damn, fuck my laaaaaaaaawd!!!!” She shouted as she let go of the nut she was selfishly holding on to.
My dick was so hard that when I unzipped my jeans it popped out of the slit of my boxers. Grabbing my dick, I used it to play with her clit until she started screaming, shaking, and cummin’ for the second time. I grabbed her nipples between my lips and sucked on them while I stuck a finger in her ass.
“Give me the dick please daddy.” She squirmed and begged as I teased her.
“I thought you didn’t want this dick anymore.” I smirked.
“Put it in me now!!!” She yelled, causing me to laugh.
“I’m tired of fighting with you,” I said, ignoring her request for the dick.
“I don’t want to fight anymore, either.” She whined.
“So, we good?”
“Yassss daddy, can I have my dick now?” She asked, reaching between my legs and pulling on it.
Pushing her legs as far back as they would go, I plunged my dick in her ocean. Her loud moans filled the room as I tried to stroke her from different angles in an attempt to find my rhythm. Something was off with her pussy. It felt as if somebody had been between her legs and tampered with what was mine.
“Nooooooo, why did you stop?”
“Did you give my pussy away?” I asked, looking in her eyes.
“No, daddy.” She replied, a little to quick for me.
When I wouldn’t make a move, she got up and slipped her head between my legs. As she slurped on my dick, all I could think about was her giving up my goods to someone else. The more I thought of Murder being the one to enter what was only meant for me, the angrier I became. I filled her mouth with my cum, but I no longer had the desire to fuck with her anymore.
“Baby, you good?” She asked.
I looked in Mia’s pretty face and fell in love all over again. How could someone
so beautiful cause a man so much pain. I was willing to lay down and die if it meant she could have the world.
“I’m fine.” I replied, trying to push the thoughts of her being with someone else to the back of my head.
“I swear if you do this shit again, it’s a wrap.” She said, straddling my lap.
“You got my word, do I have yours?” I asked.
“My word is my bond.” She said, still not convincing me that she didn’t give my pussy up.
I laid back with my hands behind my head while she rode my dick. As bad as I wanted to front that shit was feeling too good and I ended up busting a few nuts up there. The fact that her pussy didn’t feel the same was still bothering me. I wanted the answer to my question, but I knew she wouldn’t be real with me. I had every intention on stepping to that nigga, Murder. I was about to make my stick talk on that ass for him violating me in the worst way.
The next morning, I woke up to Mia getting ready for school. I wanted to make her ass stay home, but she had midterms and I didn’t want her failing her class because of me. While she was in the bathroom fixing her hair, my phone started ringing. I started not to pick it up because it was an unknown number, but the frequency of the calls had me changing my mind.
“Hello?”
“Hello, is this Romeo Baker?” A woman asked.
“Who dis?” I asked.
“This is Becky from Quest Diagnostics, you have an hour to come down and leave a urine sample for your probation officer.” She replied.
“What the fuck. Why he ain’t call me and tell me that?” I asked.
“He did, and left voicemails. I just wanted to give you a courtesy call and give you a heads up. If you’re not here within an hour to give your sample, then that can lead to you arrest.” She went on to say.
“Iight man.” I replied, before hanging up the phone.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” Mia asked.
“I have to go down to the clinic to take a drug test.”
“What’s the problem?” She asked.
“My pee ain’t clean.” I replied.
“Dammit, Romeo, you just don’t give a fuck if you go back to jail or not huh? She snapped.
