BOMAW 7-9

by Mercedes Keyes

  "Goddamn man, now that's love. That's some serious love, cause I don't know too many a brothas will give up their ride, that's for real."

  "I have no choice, with me living there and her here, there's no other way around it. I don't want her buying another vehicle, we can't afford it right now, especially with me being the one that will have to bare the load financially once she gives up that job here."

  "Man, man man ... and Vivian got expensive ass taste, I'mo tell you that right now. She has spoiled herself and then some."

  "Believe me I know. I've had a good look around at her things, furniture, clothing, everything. She's top shelf for sure. I've got plans though, we'll be all right. Even with the baby coming-..."

  "Baby? What baby? She pregnant?"

  "Not yet, no. Fact is her cycle started this morning. I've marked it down too. I will be looking into exactly how it works because I'm giving her just one more time to have her period and after that, she'll be pregnant, that's the plan."

  "Listen at you boy! That's what I'm talking 'bout. Keep her ass pregnant; so you want some babies huh?"

  "Girls, just a few girls."

  "Girls!? Man you don't want no girls, they mama expensive enough! Can you imagine two or three more like her?"

  Jake smiled, "Yeah, I can. Think they'll be beautiful - like her?"

  "Man, you two with girls? All I got to say is, you brought it on yourself. Yo'ass gone have to plant mine bombs, security cameras, a contract or two gone have to purchased to take out at least one fool. Phone gone be ringing all the goddamn time and you better put a homing device on them girls, keep up with they ass!" He laughed.

  "Yeah that's what I'm thinking as well."

  They both laughed together at the thought.

  "So hey, what's going on with you? With Sheila huh? Since the talk in the basement, you put any of our advice to work?" Jake asked.

  Dennis got serious, "Man please, you just don't know. I tried that shit and got busted."

  Jake gasped, "What?!"

  Dennis walked around the side of the garage to make sure his boys weren't around, with the coast clear he turned back to Jake, talking low, "Sniffing her draws! She come in the bathroom and caught me with'em up to my nose!"

  Jake had to grab his hat from throwing his head back and laughing out. It rolled out of him straight from the gut, one hand on his hat, the other holding his stomach, he laughed until tears filled his eyes and spilled over.

  "Yeah, hahahaha - funny right? Man it took me forever to play that shit off, cause I could just see the look on her face, looking at me. Wondering what I was up to."

  "You go for it yet?"

  "Naaaw, man I'on know 'bout that. I can't be gettin' all down in there."

  "What the hell you mean you can't? She takes care of you, hell - a woman that can cook like that? Man please." Jake shook his head, "I'd be in there all the time."

  "See, ya'll goddamn white ass! Ya'll done blew it for the black man! Used to be the day, we could just roll it on'em, they was happy! Now they done found out 'cause'ah'yah's ass that there's something else! Chewin' bootie-..."

  Jake exploded again, this time he laughed so hard he had to stagger to stay on his feet. He couldn't after all drop to his knees in the alley with his dress pants on.

  Dennis was grumbling, face all mean looking, lip poked out, as he watched Jake threaten to hit the ground, he had to grip hold of the garage wall to stay on his feet.

  "Come on Jake man, tell me there's another way. I can't chew on no bootie man."

  Jake wiped his hand over his face, took his hat off and fanned himself. "Dennis, a man's gotta chew, what a man's gotta chew..." He continued, trying to get his breathing under control, sniffing, wiping his eyes. "... man you know where she's been. It's not like she's unclean. You know you the only one been in there, you better go down there, and don't chew, you supposed lick it, tongue it.

  Dennis shivered, making faces, "Ah hell!"

  "Give it a chance, you might like it. I love it."

  "'Cause yo'ass freaky, damn!"

  "Freaky as hell, but I don't do it to just anyone, I have to know where she's been. I have to feel comfortable that she's clean, that not every Tom, Dick, John and Joe has been in there. Otherwise, I just give'em dick."

  "Damn Jake, you just a goddamn dawg, ain't'cha? I bet you the humpin'est motha'fucka on the planet."

  "Man I'm telling you the truth, to me, ain't nothing in the world, better than some pussy. And good pussy, ah hell man, if I could find a woman that would let me, I'd stay at it all day. I love it man, kiss it, lick it and then fuck the hell out of it."

  "DAMN!" Dennis stood looking at him, face pinched up into a scowl.

  "Dennis, get your ass down there! Even if its for special occasions, have her take a nice long shower. Better yet, get in there with her, wash her up good, and then dry her with your tongue, try that."

  "Shit, aaah man, that shit gone give me heart failure."

  "Jake! I'm ready!" Vivian called from down the alley, standing at her back gate.

  He looked towards her, smiled and nodded, looking back at Dennis, ordered, "Do it! Go buy a porn tape dedicated to doing that to a woman, watch it over and over, and then do it. You got the kind of woman that deserves that every now and then. I gotta get going, I'll catch you later." Jake winked at him and strode off down the alley towards a waiting Vivian.

  Dennis stood there watching him go. His face ever changing expressions, finally he realized what he was doing, and smiled and waved at Vivian. She smiled and waved back just as Jake was abreast of her.

  "What were you two talking about, I could hear you laughing in the kitchen." She asked with a suspicious smile on her face.

  Smiling and winking Jake answered, "You just too nosy, Rosie. Look at you, you sure we're just going to your parents house?"

  "You like what I'm wearing?"

  "I love what you're wearing, you look fantastic. Gimme a kiss."

  "Nooo Jake, I have my lipstick perfect, I wanna keep it fresh."

  "Woman you better gimme a kiss!" He barked, Vivian squealed and ran off back up the yard, "Nooo Jake, stop it now." She laughed, turned around walking backwards looking at him, "Behave now, I'll give you a kiss later, we better get going. I checked to see if there was anything she wanted me to bring and of course there is. She made a big pot of rice so wants me to bring Chinese stir-fry, plenty of egg rolls and spring rolls. We'll pick it up on the way."

  "Well let's get going then." He sauntered up behind her, following her into the back door, so they could lock up and leave.

  * * *

  Madison...

  "Hello?" Derrick answered the phone, choosing to do so from now on when at home just in case it was someone that it shouldn't be.

  "Hey, its me, we're in Madison for the night and wanted to let you guys know. We're staying at the Howard Johnson, right across from the mall on Washington."

  "Oh hey! Why is that, what brought you all to Madison?"

  "We have a flight out at Dane County airport in the morning, heading for L.A." Shawn explained, sitting in one of the pool side seats in the pool area, watching his family frolicking and having a good time. He was the only one not in the pool, he was going for food. His wife was sitting on the edge of the pool, swimming suit on, she was soaking wet from having been in, her feet were now splashing back and forth, a smile on her face, her tummy gently poking out. Isaac reached up to be brought up with her, he was wearing a safety vest that kept him afloat. Benjamin lifted him up out of the water to sit next to her on the edge. She realized his eyes were on her and glanced at him, smiled and threw him a kiss. He threw one back, wondering if he should leave her unguarded playing at the pool, thinking, what if she slipped or something while he was gone?

  "Heading to L.A., how long will you all be gone?" Derrick asked.

  "Hang on just a minute." Shawn asked. Derrick paused listening to him call out, "Sylvia! Dry off sweetie and come with me to get food for everyone."


  She made a face, gasped and then sighed, an acquiescent nod followed. She called out to Crystal to get Isaac, Shawn went back to his conversation, waiting now for his wife to get ready as she stood from the side, walking with a towel around her waist. He stood with the phone to his ear, following her out of the pool area and down the hall to their room.

  "Where was I? Oh, how long will we be gone, about two weeks."

  "Ah, I see."

  "Something wrong? You sound preoccupied."

  "I might just stop by there with the boys, I have to keep my eyes on these. Especially Shawn2, I swear this kid is my test, don't know if I'm equipped to pass it."

  Shawn laughed, "Well we're in a block of rooms, Sylvia and I are in room 124. We're heading out for food right now, but we'll be back in pretty quick. If you want, come by in a couple of hours after we eat."

  "Yeah, I think I will, I'll bring my kids along, better bring Sasha as well, she'll never forgive me for leaving her behind."

  "Neither will Angela, see you when you get here."

  Shawn clicked the phone off, sitting on the side of the bed while Sylvia dried her hair, about to curl it. "Hey, just tie a scarf around it; who you prettying up for?"

  Smiling she answered, "You would just love for me to walk around looking like some piece o'thang you just found and dusted off."

  Shawn laughed, "I'm not that bad. You don't have to look good for no one but me. Now tie a scarf on your head woman, put some clothes on and lets go. Fact, just put some shorts on and a t-shirt; you might wanna get back in after we eat."

  "Nope, I'm done for the day." She informed him, deciding to go ahead and tie a scarf on and slip on some shorts after all. She had a nice set that would match her swim suit so slipped it on and buttoned the top three buttons, leaving the front bottom open. She grabbed her lotion walking to the bed where he sat, propping one leg up to lotion when he took the bottle from her to do it.

  "Here, let me do this. I better get into practice, because when Jesse James has you poked out so far you can't see your feet, I'll have to anyway." He informed her happily.

  "You just want any excuse you can find to be feeling on me." She teased as he rubbed in the lotion on her ankles and calves.

  "I don't need no excuse to feel on you,..." and ran his hand up the back of her raised leg, beneath her clothing to stroke the naked skin of her rump.

  "SHAWN! Stop fool!" She squealed, laughing and trying to dodge his hand that cupped her firm cheek, showing her.

  "... see, just grab and squeeze - this ass, is my ass. C'mere, while the kids are at the pool." He pleaded lustily.

  "Do not start. Get your hand out of my clothes and off my butt and do this other leg."

  With pursed lips and lecherous eyes he did what he was told, yet, the way he rubbed the lotion on, Sylvia knew he was trying to turn her on. She caught his hand just as he was taking it up the inside of her thigh going directly for the spot. Which in truth was throbbing from the look on his face, his hands on her skin.

  "No, now stop it." She meant it.

  "You gonna give me some tonight?" He asked standing from the bed over her, took her hand and placed it on him, wanting her to know, he could easily do it right then if she were willing.

  Sylvia could feel that he was just about fully erect, "You need to get your testosterone levels tested, I think you over the top if you ask me." She informed him, yet, her hand was still on him, feeling him. She wasn't trying to be sexual about it, but there was something appealing about being able to feel and caress him, fact was, she liked playing with it, with his, the size, girth and hardness that it could get intrigued her. Her hand went between his thighs to cup his heavy testicles.

  Shawn stood there, grinning, watching the look on her face, "Look at you, one would think you're weighing me up for purchase." He joked.

  Sylvia could only grin, in no hurry to stop. And of course, he stood there, letting her have a feel, hoping that it would lead to further things. "Dare I hope this is going somewhere? Can you tell I'm getting harder?" He asked her, his breathing deep.

  "Can't miss it. All this stuff you got in here. I can't believe how big you are. You know white men ain't supposed to come with all this." She gave it one more caress and squeeze then turned him loose, her back to him, she was done.

  He was hard.

  "Hey!? That's it? You done?" He asked stunned.

  "Em hm, I just wanted to cop a feel, play with it a lil'bit. Ain't nothin' happenin'." She grinned up at him, "You be alright, break-it-down now baby, we got to go get some food." She teased laughing at his discomfort.

  Shawn shook his head in disbelief, "You know this is a form of abuse don't you? Somewhere, it must be written, that a wife should not give her husband a boner and then leave him with it like that. That is - abuse of power."

  Sylvia was laughing, "I'm sorry baby, don't think about it, think about something else, it'll go down." She stood by the door looking at him, the look on his face. His leg held to the side with his butt slightly cocked. She cracked up even harder at the door, holding onto the knob, wiping at the tears rolling down her face. "Shake your leg or something baby." She was trying to get her laughter under control.

  Shawn took a long cleansing deep breath, made some crotch adjustments, as he glared at her with narrowed eyes. Nodding his head silently as if secretly plotting his revenge against her.

  "Aaah, I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you, ohhh, somewhere along the way of our long and trying marriage, okay?" She gave two smacks of her lips, blowing him kisses. He walked up, shaking his head as she opened the door, giving her a gentle wrap on the butt with his palm.

  "Your problem is you got me by the balls, literally." He grumbled, making her giggle.

  She waited for him to take her hand. That's what he did when they went for walks together, held her hand firmly in his. Now that he'd returned to normal, the two walked down the corridor murmuring flirtatiously to one another, broken by Sylvia's occasional laughter, glancing up at her husband who's eyes reflected nothing but love, lust, passion.

  They walked towards the Pizza Hut, that's what everyone wanted. They could have ordered it to be delivered, but Shawn liked walking. Any moment to be alone and enjoy each other's company was what he looked forward to; Sylvia could not deny him, enjoying their walks just as much as he did. The Pizza Hut was in the midst of the mall, which meant they had to cross a four lane busy street. Waiting at the light to cross, a car full of teenage girls pulled up. Mostly black, of the four, one white girl, who was driving.

  Sylvia couldn't believe it. They wolf called and blatantly came onto her husband right in front of her.

  "YOU ARE - FINE! Yo'ass look good - in them jeans! Nice big o'hairy manly legs! Emmm ump! Take her home and we'll come back for you! Okay?!! Hurry up now!" They laughed and sped off with the light turning green. The one leaning out the window winking at Shawn.

  Sylvia stood with her mouth open in disbelief, beside her, Shawn couldn't help but laugh.

  She looked up at him, "Ain't nothing funny! The world just done gone crazy! I can't believe it, women wolf callin' now!"

  "Ah babe, they're hardly women. Just young girls out having a good time." He eased now that the light had changed with them able to cross.

  "Em hm, yeah right! You ain't stopped grinnin' yet!"

  "They're harmless. Besides, taking you all the way back home to Camp Daniels, I'd never get back in time for a ride!" He laughed and ran a head of her when she went to pop him for daring to tease her that way.

  "Yeah! Uh huh, you probably mean it! No big deal, I'll go back to the hotel, you can stand here and wait! Have yourself a good ol'time! Don't worry about me." She pretended to be mad, even though there was just a touch of jealousy cooking below the surface. Truth was, she'd gotten so used to being with Shawn, she'd forgotten just how good looking he was. Fact was, he could easily pull a younger woman, no problem.

  "Look at you, now don't even start..." He walked over to her, putting his arm around should
ers, pulling her into him, hugging her close he kissed her forehead. "... as if. There's only one woman does it for me, that would be you. You know it, so don't even go there."

  She cut him a glance up out the side of her eye, putting her arm around his back as they walked. They kept to the sidewalks along the mall strip making their way to the Pizza Hut. As they walked, Sylvia couldn't help but notice the various stares they received. She wondered did they stare because they were an interracial couple? Did they stare because he was so good looking and she looked so plain? No make up on, a scarf on her head because her hair wasn't done and she felt dowdy. She wondered were they thinking, 'What does he see in her?' She now wished she'd at the very least, done her hair and put some make-up on. Looking up at him, he was a peacock, a gloriously lovely, strutting figure of a man that stood out.

  She suddenly felt short, fat and ugly.

  Like the flipping of a switch, her mood changed, she was no longer smiling, laughing. In fact, she self-consciously pulled away from him. He'd been talking about something to her, about Derrick and his kids. She hadn't been paying attention for looking around her and wondering what everyone else might be thinking. Now she was mad at him for dragging her out like this, and mad at herself for letting him. He realized something was wrong when her arm withdrew from around him. He looked down at her and her arms were crossed in front of her body as if shrinking within.

  He paused in walking and looked down into her face, she wouldn't look at him.

  "Hey, what's wrong?" He asked gently.

  "Go order the pizzas and stuff, I'll send one of the kids back to help you with it. I wanna go back to the hotel."

  "Why? What's wrong? Ah come on, you're not mad about those girls are you? Don't make a big deal out of that Sylvia."

  "Its not that!" She snapped low, not wanting to talk about it there as they walked. She started fussing with the hair hanging from the back of her scarf, embarrassed that she let herself be seen that way. She stopped and wanted to turn back to head for their hotel. "Sylvia? Baby, what's going on with you?"