"I'm not pregnant yet, Stephanie." Vivian brought to her attention, they were making sure to get as deep into her business as they could.
"Yeah, but its only a matter of time, ain't that right baby? You know me, ain't gonna be long!"
Dean went into some kind of convulsion, covering his mouth, looking at Stephanie. "Damn! He a trip! Yo' ass somethin' else! I can see that now! Girlfriend you got your hands full!"
"Sure she does. But you shouldn't be sharing personal information about my endowments at work sweety."
Dean was bucking in the back seat, dying - he was trying to hold back his laughter, but exploded. Trying to get himself settled down, he began fanning himself with both hands flapping before his face, his eyelids fluttering.
Vivian wanted to kill him. Since she couldn't she turned to Dean, "Dean! Sit yo' butt still back there! You shaking the whole truck! Be prepared to catch that train tomorrow!"
"What I do!? What I say? I'm trying to sit back here and be quiet! Stephanie the one back here talkin' about your hands be - full!" The thought made Dean shiver and mutter a low, "em-em-em-emph. Yo' lucky ass."
They all heard, and Jake erupted again, his deep laugh, music to their ears. Even Vivian's although she still wanted to kill him. She wasn't giving anyone a ride again, no way!
They finally made it to the train station, Vivian jumped out to let them out on her side.
"Thanks Jake, see you tomorrow!" Stephanie called to him.
"Yep - tomorrow."
And Dean, "It was so nice meeting you! Good luck with this heifa!"
Jake roared again.
"Get yo'ass away from the truck! You ain't gettin' no ride tomorrow! Tellin' you that now!" Vivian threatened. Dean only winked, laughed and pranced off with one hand waving femininely in the air because they're train was coming. "BYE MS. THANG!!!" He called rushing to catch up with Stephanie.
She jumped back in slamming the door, turning to Jake, her hand up and pointing at him, "You-..."
"Wanna make love to you when I get you home? Yeah, thanks for asking. Gimme some o'that sweet dark molasses baby." He took her hand in his, kissing it, then puckered up at her, making lip smacking noises.
"Get on away from me! I ain't giving you nothing! JAKE! I'm telling you right now, they are going to be talking about you all day tomorrow at work." She fussed.
Jake grinned, let her hand go long enough to shift gears and pull back into traffic, then grabbed it again. "So what, what's the harm in that? You think they're the first to spend a day talking about me? They have to have something to talk about."
"Well I can tell you now, you sure gave them plenty."
"Baby, when it comes to me, if I'm gone give, it might as well be plenty." He flirted.
"And another thing! Your arrogance sir! Referring to your size! In front of Dean, Jake! Got him all hot and bothered!"
He grinned like a naughty boy, turning red. "They loved it, they're funny, especially that Dean. And I don't even like homos."
"Thank god for small favors! He sure likes you! You'll probably never get rid of him now."
"You brought him to me. Hey, I just made him feel good. That's me baby, that's what I do, make you feel good. When we get home, it's your turn."
"You ain't gettin' nothing when we get home. Is that all you think about? Sex?"
"No, not quite. I think of other stuff too."
"Like what for instance?"
"Like uh, what I was going to fix you for dinner? See, right there. And you haven't even asked, what's for dinner."
Vivian smiled and sank back in her seat. Once again, accepting the fact that he was simply incorrigible. Not to mention so incredibly handsome that it took your breath away. She was watching the traffic ahead, and then glancing at him, finally asking, "What's for dinner?"
He flashed her a big bright smile, "I'm not telling you. You'll see what when you get home."
Vivian laughed out, "See? So much for asking!"
He shrugged, looking happy and at easy, he was watching the traffic as well, looked to be an accident on the expressway slowing traffic to a crawl and he began humming some tune that she'd never heard before. It sounded a bit country, and because she hadn't heard it, asked him about it. "What you humming?"
"A song."
"Well duh! I know that. What's it called?"
"Can't tell you."
"Why? Top secret or something?"
"You betcha it is... like the sound of it?"
"Yeah, its catchy. So what's it called."
"You just wanna know everything about me don't'cha? Well I can't tell you everything. Now, tell me - what can I expect to face when I meet your family Saturday? And do they know we're coming?"
"When I get home, I'll give my mother a call and let her know. Check to see if they have any plans. Probably not, because they rarely go anywhere. Especially my dad."
"When he sees me, he will what?"
Vivian sat a moment looking at him, pausing for thought. "You should probably prepare yourself to being a bit patient with him. My mother as well. As I told you, she's not so keen on the idea that you're white. If it were left up to her, you'd be black."
"I see. I guess all things considered, it's best not to worry about it right now. Having said that, I need to know how you will feel if they don't accept me? Don't like me, might not ever like me? How will you deal with that?"
"I don't live with them. Frankly speaking, I just started spending a day out of my weekend with them. They didn't approve of Laek either. Only difference, it was for a good reason, he was married. In the case of you? Doesn't matter. I have my own place. I pay my own bills. I don't ask them for anything. Don't get me wrong, I love my parents, but I won't have them telling me who it is I should spend the rest of my life with. The key words are, my life."
Jake reached up and caressed her cheek. The traffic was at a stop, he leaned over, pulling her to him, inserting his tongue right away, kissing her in a way that could easily lead to deeper things. When he kissed her, he became totally engrossed in it, stirring her as well as himself. It lasted a good minute or more, before he pulled away to check traffic. It was moving now, but slowly. He pulled reluctantly away.
"I think July or August is enough time to plan our wedding. Get started thinking on it."
"Ach! Jake!"
"I've spoken. Get busy with choosing a date."
Chapter 205
Wisconsin...
A dream of his wife woke him from a hard sleep. He'd been caressing her, nudging her from behind, gently coaxing her as he moved her gown up her legs, his hand caressing her thigh as the head of his solid erection prodded her, silently making her aware that he wanted in. Pressing the back of her thigh to lift it, urgently moving himself into place to penetrate from behind, both of them barely awake, mostly asleep. Her panties were in the way; he pulled them down, not all the way, just to her knees, ever pressing forward, seeking the center core of her heat until his burgeoning head encountered the moist opening it sought and with a groan, he grabbed her hip to hold her firmly in place and pressed, pushed, sinking deep, snug, sucked within. Another groan escaped as with closed eyes, her warmth engulfed him, surrounded him, stirring him to move. She whimpered, pushing back against him, allowing him greater access as his hips gyrated, groaning from the incredible pleasure. The intensity of it made him feel a euphoric delirium with each rotation, withdrawal and push to re-enter. His hand moved to the front of her, touching her, rubbing her, lifting her thigh just that bit more to get right where he needed to massage her swollen nubbin, fighting back the sensation to start pumping hard. The feel of her snug tunnel caressing, gripping and pulsing around him made him shiver all over from the soul-shaking pleasure. He pushed to go deeper, harder, she cried out. Too deep. He couldn't help it, it felt so good…felt so good. He couldn't hold back, started pumping deeper, harder, faster until release gripped him so tightly, there was little choice but to shoot his load, filling her with his essence. Like the force of a geys
er, it blew from him, making him grunt and gnash his teeth.
Victor lay wide awake with the realization that his wife was not there in bed with him. Yet the dream had seemed so real, so real in fact, that he lay wide awake knowing he'd ejaculated in his sleep. He could feel the heat from his semen growing cool in his underwear. He would have to get up, clean himself up. However, he continued to lay there, his heart still racing from having come in his sleep. He couldn't do this anymore.
Don, a man from his job, had approached him to see if he wanted to do some odd jobs for extra money. It would be part-time work outside of his current hours. It would mean more hours working, but would leave him with more money. He lay there thinking about the money he sent to Crystal for the boys, which left him with not much after making his car note, insurance, and giving his parents something for living there on them. Granted, he had some spending money because he didn't do bad where he worked, but…it was not enough to put a deposit on his own place. He needed to get out of his mother's house. He needed to get away from her influence. He needed to get his mind in order. He needed to figure out how to fix his indiscretion with his wife. He couldn't believe he did it. Jeanine. The bitch! He needed to find out from her, once and for all, was she pregnant by him or not? He prayed and prayed she was not. He couldn't take the stress if she were. He groaned and prayed, "God, please! Don't let her be pregnant! Crystal will never forgive me that! I know she won't!"
He loved her.
He would always be in love with her.
No matter what she'd done. He looked back over the years and could see why she was the way she was…maybe. And even if he didn't get the full story of what made her as violent as she could sometimes get, he wanted to figure out the mystery; he wanted to help fix their problem. He wanted his family back. He thought by comparing her to his own mother, that would turn him off of her. "Bullshit." he muttered to himself. She ran through his bloodstream and touched his soul. It would take a hell of lot to shake what he felt. Separating had not done anything but make him want her more. Dating Jeanine made him want Crystal more. Both hands were covering his forehead as he lay in the dilemma of his own doing. He sat up, threw his covers off, went to the dresser getting clean underwear and PJs, he walked to the bathroom. Someone was home, he wasn't sure who. In the bathroom, he stripped down and showered, washing his hair. With the length of it, he knew that if he were still with Crystal, at home with her, she would say, "Don't dry your hair, it needs trimming, cleaning up a bit." She would then touch him, his wet skin, running her hands down his back, squeezing his ass. He smiled thinking about it, rinsing his hair. She was like that, not at all shy about touching him. She touched him all the time, in fact. Because she had never had a boyfriend, because he was the first man she had ever intimately known, she touched him a lot. He chuckled thinking about it. Especially his privates. All he had to do was walk by her, right away, her hand would dart out to touch him, cup him, play with him. Looking mischievous and naughty. "Grabbing my ass, or grabbing my nuts!" he muttered to himself, ginning, blushing, loving her…missing her. He couldn't believe it, he'd gone from thinking about his wife who had always cut his hair to touching him unabashedly. Now, of late, everything went back to Crystal. Truth be told, he thought for sure that once they separated, spent some time apart, he might find that he no longer loved her. That's what he believed when he first left. Now, he could see it wasn't so. In his case, absence was most definitely making his heart grow fonder.
He wanted to talk to her.
Finishing his shower, he dressed in fresh lounge wear and went back into his room. He picked up his phone and dialed her cell phone. He waited and waited, no answer. Giving up on reaching her that way, he decided to dial the house. The phone rang twice. "Hello? McPherson's."
"Hi…Shawn? This is Victor, I need to speak with Crystal."
There was silence, and then in a tone that took Victor by surprise, Shawn spoke to him as if through clenched teeth, with a voice low and filled with warning. "After what you've fuckin' done to her? You think you can just pick up the phone, ask to speak to her like she's waiting around to take more of your bullshit? I tried to call you earlier; it's a good thing for you, I didn't speak to you then! Hearing your voice now, you son-of-a-bitch…and I do mean that, literally! After some thought, and unable to reach you, thanks to Mommy Dearest, I had to conclude, you're not worth my time or energy, putting my boot up your ass! I tried to see your side in all of this in the beginning, now…all things considered, don't fuckin' call here again!"
With a pounding heart, Victor assumed that he meant his indiscretion, that he'd cheated with Jeanine. "Cr-Crystal told you? T-Told her mother?"
"Listen…you listening? Because I'm only going to say this once. Since all you have it in you to do is break her fucking heart, my suggestion is get on with your fucking life and stay the fuck away from her! I can't believe you would screw her over the way you have! If this is about the boys, she'll call you back when she's ready. Right now, she's not ready to hear from you. As I said, don't call again, I mean it!"
The line went dead. Shawn had hung up on him.
"Shit!" he exclaimed, wanting to kick himself. She'd told them. Now it would mean hell going there, facing them. Facing her mother, Sylvia. "Shit! Aaah shit!" He sat holding his head, unsure where to go from there. He'd cheated on his wife and now they all knew it. If that weren't bad enough, Jeanine claimed to be pregnant by him. His stomach hurt.
"I see you're up."
Victor looked up to see his mother standing in his doorway. "Crystal phoned here this morning."
"She did? And by the sound of it, so did Shawn! Why didn't you wake me? Why didn't you tell me?"
"Trust me, you wouldn't have enjoyed the conversation. You know them, have you talked to him? What did he say to you?"
"He's pissed at me!"
"What did he say to you?" she asked cautiously.
"Trust me, you don't want to know. In the end, he told me not to call there again."
"It's just as well. She was no better; multiply her behavior times ten. She was in a fury…not sure why. Dramatics, always dramatic. I hate to be the one to tell you this son, but…she…" Natalie sighed for the drama, as if she hated to deliver what she had to say to him. "…she says that she hates you. That she never wants to see you again. She told me, from now on, if you wish to see the boys, she would prefer it if I went to get them. I don't know what you've done, but she never wants to see your face again. More words were exchanged, I won't bore you with them, I'm sure you can imagine. Her stepfather was no better."
Victor sat on the bed in total disbelief, wondering when and how had everything gotten so out of control? At what point had they reached this point of no return? He looked away from his mother, wishing she would go and leave him alone, instead of standing over him, gloating. Reveling in the failure of his marriage.
"Son," she called his attention. He still wouldn't look at her. "I think it's time you face it. It's over. It was over—"
"I don't wanna hear this!"
"Not wanting to hear it isn't going to make it go away! Your marriage to her was not meant to be in the first place. You gave it your best, son. You stood up, took your responsibility to the child she carried, only…you took it too far. I think you need to give yourself some more space—"
"I need to talk to her." He agonized, head down, gripping his hair.
"And say what, Victor? Did you hear what I said? She hates you. She said it more than once."
"Only because I've hurt her! She…I…she knows about Jeanine…something that happened."
Natalie knew that they slept together, however she pretended to be surprised. "Something happened? What…happened?"
"Mother, please don't act as if you don't know, as if you're so stunned! You should be happy. I played right into your hands! This is what you've wanted all along, for my marriage to Crystal to end because she's black!"
"I beg your pardon! Don't sling her misfortune at me! As if i
t is my fault!"
"Why is it her misfortune to be black, mother? What has the color of her skin to do with being unfortunate?"
"They are different from us! Everything about them. Each of us should learn to stick with our own kind. By doing so, less friction, less stress. Now your poor sons, look what confusion is ahead for them. Speaking of which, I honestly feel that you should consider divorcing her, and…well…getting full custody of them."
"First of all, mother, Crystal would never give them up. Second, they love their mother because she's a damn good one! Third, I-I still love her."
"This is insane! How can you love her? She's hit you! Beat on you! Humiliated you! Trapped you into this marriage in the first place, getting herself pregnant—I hope, by you! She's nothing but a—"
Victor shot to his feet, standing close and for the first time, in her face. "Don't you dare! I've had it with you insulting her! No man had touched her before I did! She was a virgin! Can you say the same?"
Shocked, Natalie slapped him. He didn't flinch. In fact, he smiled.
"You must have lost your mind! Speaking to me in that tone! Delving into my personal affairs! Saying things to me you have no right to!" she blasted him, shaken by the look in his eyes, his manner. Her son had never stood up to her in this way, not ever.
"I'm getting a second job. I'll earn some extra pay, and then—I'll be out of your house."
"You're on a path, son, that will only harm you. We are your family. No one should come before us."
"Wrong. My wife, my sons…were my family. I should have let no one come before them. No one. Including you. Shawn was right. Mother, I think your hobby is the collection of men's balls for souvenirs!"
"Get out of my house!" she shouted with a shove to his chest with her fists. "Get—out of my house!"
"Gladly." He turned away, walked to the closet and pulled out his suitcase.
"And where will you go?" she asked calmly, obviously expecting him to answer.
He refused to answer, laying the case on the bed, opening it to start packing.
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