"Well, maybe he off tryin' to get his life in order. Our Shawn run off when he was not long out of school. We didn't hear from him for weeks. Then when we finally heard from him, it was long periods of time far in between. I wanted so bad to go and see about him, but he never would tell us where he was. So—we had to wait on him."
"It's hell having kids, ain't it?"
"Yes, indeed, it is...but I wouldn't trade not one of mine. Even my oldest daughter, talk about puttin' you through some hell! That girl...but enough of this for now! Come on downstairs, let's see what these men up to!"
* * *
Derrick lay back in their hotel room bed. He was stretched out with his hands behind his head, propped up against pillows with the TV playing at his feet, the remote to it in hand. Flicking from one channel to the other. They were at the Super 8 as well as Dennis and Sheila, although Dennis was staying out with Jake to watch the pig roast, and Sheila was staying with Sylvia and Shawn. She would be sleeping in the new bed that Jake had vacated, now that he would be living with Shanna. The kids were all left at Shawn's, camping out. Under the supervising eyes of Dennis and Jake. Although un-necessary. Mundo, Crystal, Derrick Jr. and Marcus were there, so they were safe.
His wife was in the shower. She was a bit beyond the tipsy side. So was he, in fact. He was relaxed. In his relaxed state, he let a lot of things course through his mind. For one, his brothers. He loved his brothers. Could not imagine his life without them. Shawn nor Jake, for that matter. Growing up, they'd been through so much together. Sitting and contemplating as he was, his mind went to Jake. His little brother was growing up. Granted, it had been a slow growth—but growth still the same. He smiled, it was amusing to watch him with Vivian.
She was so unlike what he was used to. Few of the women Jake was involved with were as flippant as she was with him. Despite that, she loved him. No one doubted it. Looking for him to see that he was alright, he went outside to find that he was in Sylvia's backyard, standing against her fencing along the far edge, and next to him, stood Vivian. The two, cloaked in darkness. He could hear the soft murmurs of his brother's deep voice, talking to her, and then her voice in reply. She was good for him. She was what he needed. Derrick was almost sure of it. Shawn certainly was, and most definitely his mother felt that way.
Suddenly the wonderful scent of her body spray hit him. Derrick closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He loved the way she came to bed. Freshly showered, smelling incredible, good enough to eat. His mind went immediately to Jake and Shawn...their advice. He wasn't sure he was ready for all of that yet. He and Shawn had spoken more, once Dennis left to join Jake outside and check on his boys. He wasn't sure how he was going to do it, because he'd never frequented such places before, but Shawn told him that he needed to watch a few porn flicks. And not the ones where the male was indulged...no—he told him, he needed to find the ones where the woman was being seen to. They'd also finally come out and discussed quietly, his past. For the first time, they spoke of it. Because Shawn knew that he knew—there was no sense in him trying to hide it or pretend. Shawn was drinking, the alcohol going to his head, and because they were alone, he cut to the chase on what needed to be said. He stood behind the bar with him, as he talked low, but serious to him, leaning close to him to make sure it stayed between them.
"You are going to have to learn, that nothing is more important—than keeping your wife—satisfied in bed."
"Shawn, there are some things more important." He'd muttered back.
"Name one." Shawn challenged.
"Providing—"
"Don't count...that's automatic. Name one!"
Derrick was hesitant to name another, but said, "Being a friend, helping with the kids—"
"Fuckin' hell, Derrick, what's wrong with you!? Listen to me, if she's frustrated in bed, when she climbs out, she's frustrated with everything else as well. You wanna be her friend? Fine, be her friend, help with the kids... and right you should, providing is automatic—but above all else, if a woman has it all—all that you think is important—and you don't dominate her once, you don't wear her out in bed once, you don't remind her who the man is there—in that bed—all else won't mean a thing."
"What do you mean, dominate?"
"Excite her, man! Shake her up! Shock her! Surprise her! Be a bit rough now and then, but don't hurt. Have enough sex with her, that she's pushing you away. Every woman needs to be totally worn out sexually—at the very least, once a month. May not need to that often...but they need it every once in a while. Do positions, turn her every direction you can think of. When you turn her loose, she should be out like a light. Snoring loud as hell!" Shawn laughed.
Derrick looked at him, unsure.
"How long does it usually take? To wear them out?"
Shawn looked at him like he didn't know him. They both stood there and stared at each other. Shawn eyeballed him for so long, Derrick blushed beet red. "Tell me you're kidding." Shawn finally said. Making a face, feeling a bit ashamed and embarrassed, Derrick refrained from answering, his silence had said enough. Shawn took a deep breath and shook his head. "You're gonna have to watch some porn."
"I've got kids, Shawn, I don't watch porn."
"I don't, either, but you need to see what a woman needs, every now and then! I sure as hell ain't showin' you! But talkin' and tellin', not enough for you. You need to see it in action. There are two tapes out there that I know of for sure, that will teach you what you need to know. Remind me to write them down for you. One, is an actual instructional tape for men who lack knowledge about the very sensitive areas on a woman sure to stimulate her. The other is a porn tape where a dude has got this lady on the verge of yanking her own hair out, he turns her out so good; I memorized it over 20 years ago - was taught some things I'll never forget either."
"God, Shawn, the life you must have led. I can't believe you did these things."
Shawn grew silent a moment, taking another drink from his beer, "It's nothing I'm proud of, Derrick, if that's what you think. I'm not. But I can't change it. I can't erase it. And some of it, I'm thankful that I can use."
"If you went back in life and was given a chance to do it all over again, would you do that—what you've done, again?" He asked.
Again his brother had grown silent, finished drinking his beer, he crushed it within his fist. "I can't answer that. It's too complicated. All that matters, is here and now. All that matters to me now, at this moment, is that woman upstairs, my wife. My son in her womb. My daughter down the road. Nothing else matters." His brother had said...
The bathroom door opened, breaking into his thoughts. He turned his head looking at his wife as she came out of the bathroom. Her hair was combed down around her shoulders. Straight. No longer thick with the heavy curls she once had, it was now relaxed, as she called it. She really looked Spanish now. Although her ethnicity had always been apparent to him, her looks were those that she could have been considered black. There were many black women, lighter in complexion than her. She was a rich caramel, with beautiful light colored eyes and an amazing shaped mouth and full lips. She was wearing a very sexy nightshirt. Soft and gleaming, a turquoise hue that worked for her. It reached to mid thigh. Her legs had always been her best feature, and Derrick eyed them now. He hadn't said a word to her when she came out, just let his eyes flow over her. Follow her around the room as she put their things away. Her shampoo, lotions, fragrances back in her toiletry bag.
He was in love with her. Deeply in love with her. That would never change.
As he lay there, without realizing it, he had become aroused. Meribel must have picked up on it, because she kept glancing back at him with unsure expressions. Finally she asked, "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"
He lay there staring and didn't answer. Staring into her eyes, he let his gaze float downward to her mouth, and held there a second and then onward, traveling with leisure down her body.
Meribel felt giddy and breathless. She couldn't r
emember the last time her husband stared at her this way.
"Derrick? You okay?"
He looked from her, down his body. The action made her do the same. Both of them saw it at the same time, his bold erection. He flexed it, making it move up and down under his pajama bottoms. Meribel couldn't believe what he was doing. Her mouth fell open, as she looked from it, and then up at him. He took his time looking from it, to her.
"C'mere." He said it in such a low, husky voice, she didn't know what to do.
"Derrick? What? What's going on?"
Shocking her, as his brother had told him to do, he sat up, and pulled his tank top up and off, tossing it across the room. Then reached and removed his pajamas.
Meribel started hyperventilating. "D—D—D—Derrick...what—what—Derrick!"
He laid back. Naked. Her husband, never got, completely naked. Not since she could remember when. She was trying to remember when, but her mind was clouded by the look of him. Something in his manner was so different, it was making her heart hammer in her chest.
"I said, c'mere." He repeated himself, staring at her.
"Can I—I—turn the bathroom light out first?" She stammered, and then gulped.
"Hurry up." He murmured, making sure to watch her every move.
She clicked the light off and turned to him, only the light of the TV on in the room now.
"Take that off." Was his next order.
Again, Meribel stood with her mouth gaped open. "Wh—wh—wh—what—you…take this off?" She asked like a slow wit.
"Yes...take it off."
"B—b—but, Derrick—I'm...DERRICK!!!" She squealed out, because she got the second shock of her life as her husband bound up from the bed straight at her, he grabbed the hem and pulled her nightshirt straight up and off of her. Feeling self-conscious because of her weight, Meribel covered herself.
"Derrick, what are you doing?" Her spanish was suddenly thick. Her heart was slamming in her chest, her stomach was tied in knots and excitement played at her nether region. "We're going to play tonight. You and me, me and you. No kids. Just us. No pajamas, skin to skin. Now, c'mere."
"Wh—what you gonna do, Derrick?"
"I'm going to do my damnedest, to lay you in this bed, and make love to you for the next hour—or two. You up for it?"
He had her by the wrist that was still against her body, covering herself. Pulling her towards the bed. "Move your hands."
"Nooo, Derrick." She whimpered. She felt ugly. Fat. And he'd uncovered her. She didn't mind making love. But she didn't want to be nude. She hated the way her body looked right then. "Please, can I put my gown back on?"
"Nope...you're my wife. And I love you...just—the—way, you are. Look at me, look down there...does it look like your body is turning me off?"
She started crying.
"Why are you crying?" He pulled her gently to him.
"Because I love you so much, Derrick. And—I hate that I'm not perfect for you."
"And I'm perfect?!" He asked critically.
"To me...yes. You are."
"To me, so are you." He pulled her down onto the bed, laying across it, instead of at the headboard on the pillows. "So...are...you..." He repeated, slowly, looking down into her tear-soaked eyes. "I want, more than anything—to make you happy. To please you, as you desire. That's what I want, Meri, more than anything...awww, why the tears?" He asked, because she was on the verge of blubbering.
"Look at me." She cried.
"I have...and from now on, I will every time I make love to you. No more crying...no more tears...shhh—no more." He lowered his mouth and made up his mind, that he was going to take his time and just kiss her. No more rushing. Granted, there were things he would need to learn to do, but for now...he decided to take his time, and cherish her. Kiss her, slowly, so that she would know, that she was loved. Touch her everywhere, so that she knew, he was pleased with all of her. Derrick paced himself. Murmuring soft and gently to her. He wasn't ready yet to be rough. He couldn't. Not when he loved her so much. Maybe, just maybe...he could please her this time, this way. Next time—he'd try things more the way Shawn explained it. But tonight, he just wanted to make love to her his way. The way he loved her, and not rush a thing. The slower he went, the more aroused she became, the more she cried, because her husband was touching her in ways he hadn't before. Reading her and paying attention, as never before. Responding to the signals of her facial expressions, the surprise in her wide eyes, the way she was biting into her lip. The toss of her head, the flexing of her body. With each slow progression, her tears fell.
He had a strong feeling, those were tears of love and gladness, not sadness. Remembering what Jake and Shawn said about their screams, when they were pleasured well, how loud it should be, that's what he set as his goal. He would not rest until he heard her scream.
Almost an hour later, an older couple checking into the hotel late, going to another room down from theirs, passed outside their door just in time to hear the loudest, longest, orgasmic scream, that undulated on, beyond anything, either of them had ever heard.
Stunned, and with wide eyes, the sound stopped them a moment to stare, and then they hurried on past the door. One thing that they both noted, beyond any doubt, was the man's name responsible for it,
"De-e-er - ri-i-i-ick!"
* * *
Shawn lay in bed with a smile on his face. He was on his side, if he were sleeping, he would be sleeping facing the door, as he did most often. He was ready for sleep, but his wife was struggling with her curiosity. He took a long deep breath, the barbecue was tomorrow, he had serious cooking to do, lots of meat for the grill, he'd be up first thing to get the day going. Sleep would be nice, however, there were other things on Mrs. Sylvia McPherson's mind.
"Shawn? Are you sleeping?" She hedged closer, leaning over his shoulder to peer down into his face, she couldn't see it though, because of the way he had it turned. He was grinning, trying to pretend otherwise, but she wasn't making it easy. He was glad the lights were off, it was dark in their room, so she couldn't tell that he was awake.
"Sha-a-awn? You awake?" She tried again, softly, hoping that he was. "You can't be sleep that fast, Shawn!" She murmured and waited, still no response. Flopping back on her side of the bed, feeling a bit ornery, she pinched his butt—hard.
"OW! Woman!"
"I knew you weren't sleepin'!" Sylvia stated triumphantly, her arms crossed over her breasts, head on her pillow, lips pursed knowingly. The bed shifted and shook as her husband flipped to his other side to face her.
"Do you know what time it is?" He asked, moving up close to her, his hand reaching for her waist to haul her in against him. He kissed her brow, then snuggled in cozy-like, laying in a position that he hoped would be the one to take him to sleep. His mouth at the corner of her forehead.
"I can't sleep." She whispered softly.
"Why, head hurt?" He asked, then yawned.
"No...not really."
His hand moved over her lower belly, "Tummy hurt?" He asked, then sniffed, smacking his mouth, his hips moving to press his groin against her hip, his leg then went across hers.
"Nooo..." She answered in her "it's not tha-a-at" voice. It was the sweet, delicate, tiny women's voice that all used when they wanted something, usually something they had no business wanting.
"Need me to rub your back?" He asked, yawning again.
"Shawn! Stop asking me so many questions."
His body shook, his diaphragm rumbled with his belly chuckle. "I was trying to go to sleep, you pinched my butt, woke me up."
"Shawn, you know you wasn't sleepin'. Stop laughing."
"What?! I'm not laughing!" He chuckled some more.
"You wrong."
"What? How? You got an itch already—you need me to scratch?" He lifted his head to look down at her in the dark. The question got him a slap on his arm as the answer. "Why are you hitting me? First you pinch me, then you hit me. Your head don't hurt. Your tummy don't hu
rt. You don't want me to rub your back. And you're not horny, yet—so what you wantin'?" He asked, as if he didn't know.
"We're supposed to share everything, Shawn."
He laid his head back down beside hers, laughing, closing his eyes so he could get some sleep. "Go'ta sleep, woman, I gotta get up early."
"You're not gonna tell me what happened in the basement tonight?"
"Nope."
"Why?"
"Do I ask you what you women talk about? No, I don't."
"That's because you know what we talk about—you men!"
"Well, then, since I've long ago figured that out, no sense in me askin'." He sniffed again, took a deep breath, determined to drift off to sleep.
"So, were you all talkin' about us women?"
"Sheila put you up to this? She knows she won't get anything out of Dennis, so you've been drafted as the spy and informer, huh?"
"Nooo."
"Em-hm, I can see it now. 'Sylvia—your turn! Yeah, ask Shawn, Shawn's a sucker for you, he'll tell you anything.'" He mimicked with a women's voice.
Sylvia started laughing, "That is not true!" But she was still laughing, because he was close.
"Yeah, that's why you're laughing. You know it's true."
"I don't know what the big deal is, ain't like it's privileged information. You might as well go on and tell me."
"Emmm, and you might as well go on to sleep, 'cause I ain't."
"See, Shawn, and I backed you up and everything. I didn't even get mad at you, which some women might have—after what you stood there and said, but did I get mad? No. Why? Because we have that something special where we tell each other everything. Right?"
Shawn laughed some more, and only snuggled up closer against her, if that were possible.
"So, you're not gonna share that with me?"
"I'll share this..." Lifting his head to look down into her face again, "...I love you. I adore you. I'm with you, because—you're special, not like some other women, like—the ones that would have gotten mad. Nooo, not my sweet lil' honey, no sir. My lil' honey knows that all the vital, important stuff to share, things that are a must, I will share. But things like, what we men discussed in that basement, is between us men...that's a no-no. In other words, my adorable queen, this king, will not share. Now tuck your lil' head right here under my chin, turn into me, I wanna rub your back anyway, and go to sleep."
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