by Posey Parks
“Emoni, I don’t want to go. Where is your usual party friend?”
Emoni strolled around my dorm room then plopped on my bed.
“Please go Antoine is going to be there. I really want to see him!”
I love how she ignored my question.
She placed her hand over her heart as her eyes closed. “Girl he is so gorgeous!”
I turned back to my notebook, reading over my notes for my Business Real Estate course.
Emoni Morgan is 5’5,” dark eyes, large boobs, voluptuous ass, and braids brimming down her back. I usually prefer to wear flats when we go out together because we look odd. I’m 5’10” with a slender frame. I was a C cup at the time, now I’m a D cup after having two children. I don’t have a large ass, it’s a simple small ass. I have almond shaped eyes, nose is slender then wide base, my lips small but plump. My grade of hair is naturally crinkly jet black. Short guys are drawn to me like the plague. They call me an Amazon. My body is toned, because I’m a track star. I love running. I don’t take time to pull myself together. I often wear my long thick hair in a ponytail.
“Sierra, please do this for me? What do you want in return?
I stood up from my desk facing her. “I will do you this favor this one time if you give me a make-over; clothes and makeup.”
“Sure, Miss Money bags. I will be happy to go on a shopping spree with you.”
“Emoni, stop calling me that.”
I come from a well to do family. I didn’t have to want for anything. All I had to do was graduate from college with a Political Science degree, go on to law school, move to Washington and become a Lobbyist then one day become a Judge. Although that isn’t what I wanted for my life. I wanted to become a business owner, real estate/ flipping houses. Not a fan of being in the spot light. I also don’t like following orders and I didn’t want to continue on after my bachelor’s degree. I wanted to be my own boss. My father is Judge Leonard Mark Simmons and he’s well connected. I’m a spoiled little rich girl who wants to go rogue. I wanted to be more than Sierra Simmons the Judges daughter.
“Alright it’s a deal!”
“Girl you are about to snatch up every woman’s man on this campus. You are already beautiful. Guys stare at you all the time, but now we are about to take it to the next level.”
Emoni traveled down the hall to her dorm room to pick up her make-up and hair tools. My eyes wandered my body in the mirror wondering what guys were all up in a tizzy about.
Emoni knocked before entering my room with supplies in tow. Emoni set her large mirror on the desk.
“Have a seat Sierra Aaliyah Simmons.”
After sitting down Emoni pulled my hair back off my face.
She leaned forward placing her face next to mine. “You are beautiful. It’s alright to spice it up a bit,” she winked.
“Thank you Emoni,” I smiled.
Emoni turned my chair to the side and began applying my make-up.
“I’m going to ask again. Why did your party buddy Lindsay bail?”
“She had a hot date with some hot sophomore. She’s crazy though. She said there’s no way in hell she will ever leave Blake alone.”
“Why?”
“Because he’s the hot older celebrity she’s been fucking around with since she was sixteen. I told her, he will never be with her.”
“Why start seeing a new guy?”
“To make Blake jealous. She said her family was invited to a special Art exhibit. Blake will be performing. She invited the new guy as her date tonight.”
Emoni stood back waving the foundation brush around. “Girl he is fine as fuck! If I were her, I would tell Blake to fuck off and focus on the new guy.”
Emoni worked her magic on my face and hair. She didn’t put an unreasonable amount of makeup on my face. She added gold glitter over the purple eyeshadow, arched my eyebrows, ran blush over my high cheek bones, and applied plum lipstick to my plump lips. I looked to die for in my plum dress that hugged my curves like a glove. I slid into my stilettos as I stood in the mirror admiring my own beauty for once. The large curls flowed over my shoulders and down my back.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
SIERRA
The Frat house was packed with the most popular students on campus from the University of Oregon. Jeremy Crawford the Captain, of the football team could be heard the second we walked in chanting, “Go Ducks!”
Emoni and I sashayed into the kitchen, pouring ourselves a cup of beer. I needed the beer to loosen me up.
“Sierra, are you ok?” Emoni asked.
“No, what gave me away?”
“You are opening and closing your fist. You only do that when you are nervous.”
“Everyone is staring, like they’ve never seen me before.”
Emoni leaned in. “That’s because you are the most beautiful woman here.”
I smirked.
Jeremy stepped into the kitchen. His presence was automatically felt. All the women eyes gravitated to his milk chocolate skin, broad shoulders, and muscular stature. His low fade was neatly trimmed.
Clapping his hands as he walked through. “It’s brew time!” he shouted.
His dark dreamy eyes landed on mine.
After grabbing a beer, he stepped over to me. His eyes roamed my body from head to toe. “Sierra, you look beautiful!”
I didn’t know he knew who I was.
“Thank you,” I blushed.
“What’s up?”
I didn’t know what else to say to him.
“We just won a game! You don’t come to my games?”
“I-I not often.”
“I hope that changes. I would love to see your face in the crowd after I score a touchdown,” he grinned.
Jazmine walked over looping her arm around Jeremy’s. “I missed you last night. Will you be over tonight?”
She stood in front of us, shamelessly letting us know she was fucking him. This ballsy 5’2” bitch batted her long fake eyelashes up at him. Her long black curly weave ran down her back, touching the waistband of her skin-tight denim jeans. Her low cleavage red blouse drew his attention.
“Jazmine, say hello to Sierra and Emoni.”
“Hello.” She flashed a fake smile.
“Hello.” Emoni and I flashed fake smiles back.
I placed my hand on Jeremy’s arm staring up into his eyes accompanied by a bright smile. “It was nice talking to you. Congratulations on your win,” I strutted out the kitchen. Emoni was right by my side.
“Sierra!” Jeremy called out to me.
I kept walking. I wanted him to know I’m not an easy bitch. I have morals. I don’t give a fuck if he is a football player who could go pro. I won’t be one of his many women.
Emoni dragged me into a dark corner. “Girl, you a bad bitch! I didn’t know you had it in you!” she grinned from ear to ear snapping her fingers.
“Sierra, he’s going to be after you!”
“I don’t want the hassle.”
Emoni grabbed my hand pulling me to the dance floor.
Two different guys approached me asking me to dance. Just as I was about to answer, I saw Jeremy’s 6’2” frame making his way through the crowd toward me.
“Hey fellas. Sierra, is with me. Ask someone else to dance.”
They nodded walking away.
Placing my hands on my hips, my eyebrows wrinkled as I starred up at him. “You don’t own me and can’t control me. I can dance with whomever I want.”
“I apologize Sierra. I want the chance to go out with you.”
I gave him the side eye. “I might go out with you. But I’m not looking for a relationship. I am in college to study.” I waved my finger in his face.
“I am currently dating other guys, so don’t think you will be the only one.”
I could see the steam rising from his brow.
“Alright, I will accept that for now.”
He gripped my arms, crashing his lips into mine. His arms wrapped around my waist,
leaving no air between us. I could feel his hardness against my stomach. My hands massaged his large biceps. Slowly he released my lips.
He leaned into my ear. “Now, they all know you are off limits. I will fuck someone up if they attempt to talk to you.”
I stood toe to toe with him. “Jeremy that’s not cool! I don’t belong to you.”
“We will see. I’ll see you after I get out of practice tomorrow afternoon?”
“Jeremy, I don’t know.”
“Sierra, I know why you are acting like this. Jazmine.”
I folded my arms. “Not just Jazmine. I’m sure there are several others. I won’t compete with them. Have a good night Jeremy.”
“I’ll fix it.”
“No Jeremy. See who you want. Agreeing to possibly go on a date with you doesn’t make us exclusive.”
He ran his hand over his wavy fade.
“I will see you tomorrow Sierra after practice.” His large hands gripped my face as his lips captured mine again.
“See you...”
He left me breathless.
I watched Jeremy walk away. What just happened?
“What was that?” asked Emoni.
“I’m not sure.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
SIERRA
The first time I slip into a tight-fitting dress, I draw the attention of the most popular guy in school.
“Let’s dance Emoni.”
I turn to her shaking my rump around in circles. I wanted to have a good time. Not focus on Jeremys lips taking mine.
Every day after that party Jeremy was at my dorm after practice. He didn’t try to take things too fast. We worked out together, talked while we ran around the track in the a.m. We were inseparable.
I didn’t give a shit about all the side eyes I received from women, Jeremy was my man. He only had eyes for me. I thought we were perfect and our love would last forever.
After months of not letting Jeremy into my dorm room, I finally let him in. My roommate Nancy was sleeping in her boyfriend’s dorm room that night. Jeremy was upset. They lost the big game. Jeremy felt this was the game to send him into the Pros. We sat on the bed next to one another. I listened intently to his concerns.
I placed Jeremys head against my bosom.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do if I don’t go pro.”
“Jeremy, you are more than football. I know it’s hard to hear.”
I raised his head and our eyes met. “I believe in you.”
My fingers stroked his black hair. His lips covered mine.
“I love you Jeremy.”
I saw the vulnerability in his eyes.
“I love you too Sierra.”
His large callus hands swept over my slender frame with ease. My t-shirt was over my head and on the floor in seconds. I knew it was only a matter of time before we had sex. I’d been on the pill since I was sixteen. My parents never wanted to take any chances with me. When I turned eighteen, I decided to stay on the pill. It didn’t matter if I wasn’t having sex.
Jeremy’s lips grazed over each of my breast.
“Please don’t hurt me. I’ve never-never had sex.” My eyes closed.
“Look at me.” His index finger pulled my chin up, our eyes met.
“I wouldn’t ever hurt you.”
I’m sure I wasn’t his first virgin. However, he took his time with me. I felt our connection. Slowly, he removed my jeans.
“Lay down Sierra.”
I slipped his shirt over his enormous muscular chest and arms, tossing it to the floor. Before my head hit the pillow, my bra was off, landing on the floor.
Lightly, his fingers slipped back and forth along my pussy. He watched as my body reacted to pure pleasure for the first time.
Slowly, he slid my black panties pass my hips down my legs. I was completely naked.
“Your body is perfect Sierra.”
My eyes remained on him. Jeremy stood, dropping his jeans and boxers to the floor. His long dick popped out, causing my eyes to widen.
He smiled. Lowering his knee onto the bed, Jeremy pushed my legs back as he crawled toward me. Hovering over me, he slid my legs over his back.
“You are the only woman who sees me for more than a football player. I love that about you.” His thick sexy lips sucked my lower lip then the top before pulling my lips into his.
Moans escaped from within as his fingers slid along my slickness. My head sank into the pillow, back arched as his tongue roamed my taut nipples. “Jeremy.”
Safe, is how I felt as his large body covered me. He reminded me of a Lion claiming his prey. I watched as he sucked on each of my breast. My fingers trailed down his massive back. Jeremys tongue slid around my neck as his fingers circled my clit until I was begging for more. He gave it to me. One finger slid in and out of me, then two of his large fingers stretched my tight hole preparing me for his big dick.
My tongue slid along his neck, his dick slickly slipped along my juices then slowly pushed inside me, while our lips collided.
“Jeremy,” I cried against his lips.
“Baby, I got you.” Holding my leg back, he continued pushing inside me. Until I was begging him not to stop.
“Jeremy, give it to me.”
Jeremy circled his hips and I moved opposite of him.
“Fuck Sierra. I can’t be without you.”
Caressing his face, I stared into his dark eyes. “I love you Jeremy.”
Pinning my legs back, as he hovered over me, slowly he kissed my lips. Jeremy slammed into me, continuous long strokes, my fingers gripped his back. “Jeremy, you feel so good.”
“This is your dick baby. Only yours,” he groaned, pushing completely inside me as he came.
Jeremy’s weight crushed me a bit, as our lips touched.
Jeremy slid the sheet from under us. He pulled the sheet over us, slipping beside me pulling me close. “You got some good pussy girl. Shit baby, you got me hooked.”
“You better be. Just me and you Jeremy.” He kissed my lips.
I turned on my side, my ass pushing against his dick. His lips brushed my cheek as I laid wrapped in my big strong man’s arms. I never wanted him to let me go.
From that moment on our bond became thicker, our love, deeper. No one came between Jeremy and me. If he was still fucking around with other women, I didn’t know. Jeremy was either with his friends or with me. We were inseparable. Jeremy went pro. He was picked up by the Seattle Seahawks.
I married my college sweetheart. We were twenty-two and in love. We moved into our mansion in Seattle, Washington. A year later we worked on our family. Soon we welcomed our daughter Shana into the world.
Our life was fast paced. Where ever Jeremy and I went the paparazzi was right there snapping pictures of us. There was never a shortage of dinners to attend. When Jeremy wasn’t on the road, all that mattered was me and Shana. I loved those times.
Women often called my house while Jeremy was on the road. One woman told me she’d been sleeping with my husband and was in love with him. It wasn’t anything new. They would call his cell all through the night.
Everything changed overnight. Once my husband and his team won the Super bowl, he was a larger than life superstar. The fame and women got into his head, he started cheating.
He begged me not to leave. Asked if we could go to counseling. I agreed. Hell, I had a little baby and didn’t want to raise her alone. Counseling did help for a year. I was pregnant with our second child, when I received a phone call from another woman.
“Hello Sierra, my name is Kiesha.”
“Listen, save your breath. Women call here all the time. You are nothing special. I’ll change my phone number again. Bye.”
“Wait, I have pictures of us together!” she yelled.
“Please, let me email them to you? He said he loves me and is planning to leave you.”
I was pissed and began seeing red. “That’s bullshit! If you are fucking my husband, congratulations you are a side bi
tch! My husband ain’t leaving me, his wife for a fucking side bitch!”
“Let me email you the pictures. I will never call you again.”
“Fine, email me at [email protected].”
There was no way I would give a bitch access to my main email address. I gave her a trash email address.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. My hand flew over my mouth as the tears flowed. She sent a picture of them kissing and one of him sleeping naked in a hotel room. She provided other details in the email. She informed me they often met in different cities.
The news caused me to shake uncontrollably and my water to break. “Jeremy!” I yelled as I hit the floor.
The tears continued gushing from my eyes. My fairytale was shattered.
He ran into my office. “What happened?” Jeremy scooped me up off the floor.
Swinging my fists, they landing against his face a few times before he grabbed my wrists.
“Sierra! Sierra, calm down!”
“No, my water broke because some bitch Kiesha called here!”
I had a shortness of breath, the contractions kept coming.
“Look at the computer.”
He glanced at the pictures on the screen then shut the laptop.
“I have to get you to the hospital. We’ll talk later.”
“Talk later!” I breathed again crushing his hand.
“Sierra! I need that hand to play.”
“Fuck, your hand and that bitch!” The contractions hit again.
“I just want to have this baby,” I cried.
~
Jeremy held my hand through the birth of our son. I didn’t want to depend on him, but he was all I had. My parents were on the first flight from Atlanta. I hated to think what my mother would say about my situation. Probably, ‘stand by my man.’ Well fuck that shit. I ain’t sticking by this cheating bitch.
We took pictures together with our son Jason, posing as a family. This Kiesha woman sent a wrecking ball through my life and destroyed everything me and my husband built. I can’t put all the blame on her, he played a key role in blowing up our marriage.
Jeremy stepped out of the hospital room while I fed the baby. My mother sat on the edge of the bed, running her fingers through Jason’s fine black hair.
