TYCE 3

by Shareef Jaudon

  I halted my words when I realized Dallas had hung up. My body was surging with rage. I looked down and saw my stomach bounce a little from a kick. ‘Shit, even the baby wanted to whoop Dallas’s ass’, I thought to myself.

  I leaned back in the chair attempting to calm down by massaging my tender breasts gently. I replayed the heated conversation in my mind. I was mad at myself for allowing Dallas to piss me off. There were just some people that really knew how to push your buttons…and for me Dallas was that person.

  Being insecure was a foreign concept in my world, but never the less here I was sitting pool side tripping on Dallas’s trifling ass! The truth was I was sweating her comments because I hadn’t fucked Tyce for months. I couldn’t explain it, but I just wasn’t in the mood. Sex was the last thing on my mind these days. I literally had no energy for anything else besides being pregnant. Shit, sometimes I fell asleep during commercial breaks when I was watching my favorite shows.

  Don’t get it twisted; I still loved making love to Tyce. I missed his dick and his body, but my bloated body was like hell naw.

  My worst fear was that he would cheat on me cuz my pussy was MIA. I mean he never complained about it. I had no reason to think he would-but you never know.

  This shit was stressing me out.

  Damn it felt like I’d been pregnant forever.

  I wanted a cigarette so fucking bad.

  I felt fat.

  Lunch Time

  I must have sat in my truck for at least an hour before I went into the restaurant. I sat there in silence going back and forth with myself. Several times I started the engine to leave and several times I turned it off to stay. What the hell was I doing here?

  Despite my better judgment I found myself walking into the crowded restaurant looking for my ex. I’d seen her looking extra good sitting in an over sized corner booth. We made steady eye contact as I moved in her direction. What the hell was I doing here?

  As soon as I got to her she cracked a wicked smile that made my dick twitch. It was an involuntary reaction; although she faked a pregnancy and lied to my face…she was still fine.

  “Hey handsome. I thought I was gonna hafta to eat alone.”

  “You almost did and I can’t guarantee that I’ll stay.” I sat down and sighed.

  “Well thank you for comin’ anyway. It means a lot to me.”

  Dallas brushed a loose curl from her face as she reached for a menu. She was still wearing the bracelet I bought her when we were together.

  She nodded her head toward the private area. “You remember that room?”

  I glanced over. “Yeah, I remember.”

  The waitress interrupted the brief stroll down porno lane with her bubbly introduction.

  “Hello my name is Kayla and I’ll be taking care of you today. Can I start you off with any…” She paused her speech and smiled at us. “I remember you two.”

  Dallas looked at me and grinned. She licked her lips as she recalled the public sex situation. I cracked a shy grin as the waitress looked at me with her left eyebrow raised.

  Kayla pointed to the private room, “Would you like me to seat you in that section?”

  She smiled showing the cute gap in the middle of her two front teeth.

  “Naw lil bit we ok right here. Sex aint on the menu today.” I corrected.

  Dallas shot me a disapproving look, which I ignored.

  “That’s too bad, cuz I was kicking myself last time for not askin’ if I could join in on the fun. That has never happened to me before. All I get are horny old men hitting on me talkin’ ‘bout I’ll take a side order of you.” She rolled her slanted eyes.

  Dallas looked up at her. “Well why didn’t you ask?”

  Kayla’s eyes got big as the unexpected question caught her off guard.

  “Ummmm honestly I was kinda in shock. When I looked at you I jus’ figured that your man wasn’t into thick women, so I jus’ kept my mouth shut and did my job.”

  I furrowed my eyebrows, “What? You thought I didn’t like a woman with a few extra pounds?”

  “Yeah, I mean look at who you’re with.”

  Kayla pointed a finger with a red polished nail at Dallas.

  I sighed and shook my head a little, “Baby, I love women. It don’t matter to me if you’re slim, short or thick. Some of the sexiest women I’ve met have been full figured. Sexy is sexy no matter the shape. I’ll explore every square inch of you.”

  I made sure to make direct eye contact with our shy waitress as I corrected her inaccurate opinion of me. With her mouth slightly open she just stared at me. Her full breasts rose and fell slightly with each breath she took.

  “Well, ummmm ahhh, I get off in like 20 minutes. We all could get together for a drink if that’s ok?”

  Dallas grinned at me. “I’m down if you are baby.”

  She was instigating on purpose. She knew damn well I wasn’t about to bust a grape. Had Kayla said something that night it would have been on, but it just wasn’t that type of party today and Dallas knew that shit.

  I nodded at Dallas, “Unfortunately, she won’t be able to make it, but I would love to have a drink with you. We could talk as friends and get to know each other a little better.”

  Kayla smiled showing that sexy gap and rubbed the back of her short caramel colored hair. She looked a little confused when I said Dallas wasn’t invited, but quickly got over that.

  “So, she’s not your woman?” Kayla pointed that pretty red tip finger again.

  “Naw…she’s my ex.”

  Dallas clenched her jaws under her smooth cheeks. She didn’t like that true statement one bit and it showed all over her face.

  Ok, so it’s jus’ gonna be us two then? That’s cool with me.”

  “I’m upfront with my shit.” I leaned back in the booth. “I have another girlfriend now and she’s pregnant with our first child. She’s very open minded, is sweet as sugar and I think she would love you. Let’s talk later so I can tell her all about you. Is that alright?”

  Kayla smiled even wider this time.

  “Damn, you’re jus’ full of surprises aren’t you?”

  “I’m anti boring.” I grinned.

  “You know, being a waitress for as long as I have makes you an expert at reading people and dissecting situations. I’ve seen it all.”

  Surprisingly, Dallas was quiet through all of this and just listened with her hand under her chin.

  I shifted in my seat a little. “So what do you see here?”

  Kayla moved her gaze from me to Dallas and then back to me again.

  “Well since you said she’s your ex my first thought was ya’ll was having a lil secret rendezvous. I changed my mind when you mentioned your current girlfriend and the fact that she was pregnant. No man that is sneakin’ around mentions his pregnant girlfriend to a woman he’s thinkin’ ‘bout sleepin’ with. Now, when you said you would have that drink with me, but as friends, I knew you were sincere. Again, no man says unnecessary shit on purpose that might hurt his chance to get some new ass. So you got brownie points right there. I’m comfortable having a drink or two with you cuz you didn’t lie about your situation. And last, if your new girlfriend is as open minded as you say, then this lovely lady in front me probably knows her. Since you made it a point to let me know that she’s your ex my guess is she’s not happy about it and she wants you back.”

  I busted out laughing at the table causing everyone in the restaurant to look in our direction. Now this woman should work for a hotline. Fuck those fake ass fortunetellers. She was on point!

  “I’m right aint I?” She pointed her finger at me.

  “Yes, you are Kayla.” I said in between chuckles.

  Dallas on the other hand was furious.

  “I don’t find a damn thing funny Tyce and as for you, I’ll have a Washington apple. Matter of fact make it a double you fake ass gypsy.”

  Take Me Seriously

  The day after the spoiled lunch date I found myself repl
aying the episode while I soaked in my oval tub. I hoped the stinging hot water would help put out the fire in my soul. I thought the mini mountains of soapy white suds would bury the discontent I felt in my heart. I sunk all but my head in the water praying it would drown my sorrows. But in the end, I was just as unhappy and filled with anger as I was before; the only difference now was that I was wet and clean.

  The cool air hugged my shiny body as I stepped out of the tub. My triple cotton pink robe hung lazily from a peg on the back of my bathroom door. I started to reach for it but changed my mind opting to air dry instead.

  Five minutes later I was stretched out on my bed lying next to an overpriced crystal ashtray, smoking a clove cigarette, while using my favorite vibrator. I exhaled the sweet smoke closing my eyes slowly. I suddenly found myself wishing I had four hands so I could touch myself. I would use one to massage my clit with the powerful toy, one to hold my cigarette, one to rub my titties, and with the fourth one I’d use to choke myself. Having a breathless orgasm was the fucking shit. Unfortunately I only had two hands, so they would have to do for now.

  I pushed the button to change speeds on my little bullet. The hot pink toy buzzed and danced on my pulsating clit causing me to gasp. I took another drag from my cigarette and accepted the wonderful feeling spreading from my tingling pussy. Tiny explosions of sexual bursts worked their way up my spine. My thighs began to quiver as I moved my heels toward the bottom of my ass and opened my knees like a book.

  I imagined Tyce on top of me, working his thick ass dick inside my tight tunnel. I felt his ab muscles flexing against my stomach as he moved his waist in slow winding circles. I could taste his skin on my tongue as I pictured myself biting his warm shoulder. I inhaled the smoke and held it in my lungs-it remained trapped inside until I felt a billion microscopic rain drops drizzle all over my entire body. I exhaled and kept my eyes closed.

  I wished that moment would last forever.

  Why couldn’t orgasms last forever?

  Why couldn’t I have him?

  I opened my eyes staring at the antique ceiling fan that was going around and around. I suddenly felt rage. I wanted to grab something and break it. I needed to destroy something so badly that it made my head hurt. The mattress creaked as I sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. The vibrator was traded in for another little gadget as I snatched my phone from the night stand. I flicked the ashes from my cigarette uncaringly onto the carpet and took another drag. Smoke filled the room as I made a call to an old friend who would do anything I wanted. All I had to do was ask.

  The phone rang in my left ear before he answered.

  “Hello.”

  “How you doin’ baby?”

  “Dallas, is that you?”

  “You bet your sweet ass it is.”

  “Well slap me and call me surprised. How’s the sexiest woman in California doing these days?”

  I crossed my bare legs shaking my foot lightly.

  “She’s doin’ jus’ fine.”

  The gentlemen on the other end of the line responded with a little enthusiasm seasoned in his voice.

  “Is this uhhh a business call or a pleasure call?”

  “Well, it’s always a pleasure to talk to you, but this is a business call baby.”

  “Well what can I do for you honey. God knows you’ve done a lot for me. Every time I think about our time together my cock just about jumps out my pants.” He said with a slight Texas accent.

  “Well it’s good to know I’m still missed, but if you have a minute I’d like to request a small favor of you.”

  “Just name it baby doll and I’ll see what I can do.”

  I took another drag from my cigarette and blew the smoke out before asking an important question.

  “Can you get me some coke?”

  Grandmother

  Pamela was shopping for baby stuff at a local Target store late in the afternoon. This was her fourth trip to the store in only three days. The problem was every time she thought she’d bought everything her new grandchild would need-she remembered something else. So the weekly ritual would start all over again and she would return to her house with a trunk full of infant merchandise.

  In her mind she didn’t want Tyce and Angelique to have to pack anything when she watched the baby. Pamela wanted to already have whatever she or the newborn might possibly need. Her house would be a home away from home for the little prince or princess. After all, this was her very first grandchild but hopefully not the last.

  The past several months had been the most peaceful and joyous time she could recall. Her friend roster remained short but she added a new person to the minimal list. She shared a ever growing bond with Gloria that got stronger by the day. The two women spent hours and hours together laughing and sharing both personal and humorous stories. Gloria loved any movie with Denzel Washington in it and made Pamela sit and watch them with her. At first Pamela was reluctant to participate in movie night, but after she saw the movie Glory-she instantly became a fan as well.

  “That’s a good looking man right there!”

  Pamela said with a mouthful of popcorn while she sat on Gloria’s couch late one Friday night.

  “I told you, Denzel is talented and handsome.”

  Gloria co-signed munching on some honey roasted peanuts. Pamela watched the screen intensely; never taking her eyes off it.

  “If I saw a man that walked like that I’d follow him anywhere!” Pamela pointed her greasy finger to accentuate her statement.

  “Amen. I told you girl and you thought I was playing.”

  Pamela tried to explain, “I just never really paid much attention to him.”

  “I bet you will now huh?” Gloria teased.

  “I sure will. That is one truly delicious man.”

  From that point on Gloria no longer had to force her friend to join her for movie night. Pamela was more than willing to come over. She even brought the snacks and the wine. Hours would fly by like a speeding train when they were together. Conversation traveled to many different realms but the one topic that remained popular above all others was their son and his new baby.

  Gloria’s house was full of baby stuff too. The only difference between them was that Gloria did most of her shopping online. Either way both grandmothers were equally prepared and equally excited about the newest member of their family.

  As Pamela exited the crowded store heading for her car, she thought back to the night she lifted Tyce out of the grimy dumpster. It seemed like yesterday although it had been nearly three decades ago. She was a young lady holding a baby in her arms and now her baby was having a baby. God truly does work in mysterious ways.

  Honesty Is The Best Policy

  It had been two days since the lunch meeting with Dallas and I found myself sitting on the couch watching T.V. debating if I should tell Angelique about it. Part of me was like go head and tell her while the other side of me was screaming what she don’t know won’t hurt her. I reasoned that telling her would only add to her stress. But, on the other hand, if she found out then it would look like I was trying to hide something. The truth was I had no intentions of fucking Dallas or anything like that. I was just curious about what she had to say.

  I laid my head back on the soft leather sofa and rubbed my hand over my hair in a forward motion. My eyes had just closed when she walked in the living room with her head phones on. She was singing right along with Monica.

  “It’s jus’ one of them daaaays, thata girl goes thruuuu, when I’m angry insiiiiide, don’t wanna take it out on youuuuuu.”

  I smiled to myself. Angelique really had a great voice, although she didn’t show it often enough for me. I always had a little soft spot for a woman that could carry a note. She looked in my direction and I took that opportunity to wave her over to me. As she crossed the room I patted my lap letting her know exactly where I wanted her to sit. The smell of cocoa butter and lavender body mist greeted my nostrils as she sat down in her assigned seat.
/>   “Wasup honey dick.”

  Angelique put the head phones on her thigh and kissed me lightly on the lips.

  “I wanted to ummmm…” I hesitated cocking my head to the side.

  She raised her thin eyebrows, “You wanted to ummmm what?”

  I took a deep breath and decided to go with the honest approach. I had to admit that decision was totally against my better judgment. A year ago I would not even be having this internal conversation with myself. I never had to explain my movements to anybody, especially when it came to women. I don’t care if a chic dipped my dick in warm caramel and sucked it off until her tongue fell asleep. I don’t care if I had a foursome with a pair of twins and their freaky ass mom. I don’t care if I fucked a female for three hours nonstop and then paid her to leave me alone…it was my business. But, shit changes, and now I did have to explain myself…even if I didn’t want to.

  “I had lunch with Dallas.” I stared into her eyes.

  There was a pause while the new information sunk in. Normally I could read women very well, but this time was different. I really couldn’t get a bead on her.