“Wha…what chu doing, ma?” He asked through clenched teeth and an ugly frown.
“Why, I’m waiting for my soul-mate to open the door,” she answered, with a look of innocence written all over her face.
“Damn Van,” Q blurted out, his lustful frustration getting the best of him.
“What Quentel?”
“This is supposed to be my day isn’t it, love? Isn’t it?” she asked him again when he didn’t answer right away.
Still, Q maintained his silence. He simply stepped around her, stuck the key into the door, and opened it. Turning, he gave her a sinister smile, then spoke.
“Two can play this game, Shawty.”
“Oh?”
“Fo sho,” he answered, and with little effort, Quentel pushed the door completely open.
The scene inside nearly took Van’s breath away. She stood there motionless.
Q smiled inwardly, knowing it was his time to strike; like a deadly snake with its prey within its sights. This was his element of surprise. Now the tables were turned, and with her in his domain, he wasted no time relishing the moment.
“What’s da matter ma? Cat got your tongue?”
“Quentel, you...you did all of this?” She was finally able to speak.
“Everything just for you, Van,” he answered, his chest swelling with overzealous confidence and pride. “Do you like it so far, ma?”
“So far?”
“Yeah, so far, because you haven’t seen anything yet,” he beamed.
“I love it. It’s simply beautiful Quentel.”
“And you thought I was slippin, huh?”
His last statement drew him a hard jab to his midsection.
“Ouch,” Q screamed, pretending to nearly fall down from the blow.
“Boy please,” Van said, shaking her head. “Babe, I love you,” she continued.
“How much?” he asked, stroking his own ego.
“With all my heart.”
“Prove it,” he challenged her. “But no, it’s your day.”
He fell to his knees.
“Let me get these first,” he said, while unbuckling her wedges.
While on his knees, he planted several soft kisses on each of her beautiful toes. Q could feel Van’s body trembling as he made his way up to her jeans.
“Let me have these next,” he whispered.
“You can have anything you wish, love. Just don’t stop what you’re doing.” Van’s trance induced body responded.
Within minutes, she was standing completely nude in a bed of red and white rose petals that led a pathway up the circular stairway leading to their bedroom. Wrapping his muscular arms around her, he ran his hand down the center of her back.
“That feels so good,” Van said softly.
Q felt her tense as his fingers came in touch with her backside. He let one hand rest there, while with his other hand, he reached up and began tweaking one swollen nipple after the other. Her fingernails dug deeply into his shoulders. Pulling back, Q laughed.
“Whoa there. Calm down, we have all the time in the world.”
“I’m sorry. It’s just been so long, baby, pleeease fuck me,” Van begged
“In due time ma, but right now, I want you to just relax and enjoy.”
He then buried his face in her sex-pot. Van gasped out loud and became completely still. He stroked her swollen clit with his tongue and she rose up on her tip-toes, attempting to climb onto his shoulder. His next move was to insert a finger. At this point, Van cried out, then clasped his head in her hands. Pulling his finger almost completely out of her, he plunged it back in as far as it would go.
“AHHHHHH!” Vans lips formed an O. She was already at the point of no return. “More,” she gushed I want it all!”
Q obliged. He kissed, he licked, he rubbed, he stroked. He brought her to the brink and poised her there. Her body was a fine instrument he had tuned to perfection. Then came the moment when he scooped her up into his arms, and slowly began climbing the stairs. Sweet smelling candles were the only source of lighting as he elevated higher and higher with her tucked in his arms.
The whole thing seemed so surreal to her. Q didn’t release his firm grip until he was descending her into the bubbly waters of their Jacuzzi. On her knees now, Van looked over her shoulder in hungry anticipation as Quentel spread her legs and ass cheeks apart.
He began to feast on her tight pussy and ass hole with reckless abandon. Van shivered, screamed, and shook as violent waves raced up from her womanhood. Throwing her head back, she uttered a continuous scream.
Her thighs clamped tight, as did her inner walls. In great throbbing waves of ecstasy, she squirted over and over again, until the release finally drained her.
Afterward, she laid on the edge of the tub, soaked with as much perspiration as soap. But if she thought they were done, she was sadly mistaken.
Quentel begin to gently rub his dick in and around the soft folds of her vagina. A low moan was drawn from her throat, followed by another. She ooooohhhed and aaahhhhed, then raised her hips rhythmically in anticipation.
As Q slowly entered her, he grabbed both her hips which acted as twin ovens, but there was nothing to compare to the heat that came from her wetness. Right then and there, Q nearly lost control. Gritting his teeth, he willed himself not to explode, then fell into a rhythm of lovemaking that they both yearned.
Warmth and wetness enveloped him, and he buried himself to the hilt; her tight walls awakening every nerve in his lengthy shaft. Then it happened, both of them burst at once, their rivers joining together as one. In and out, in and out, he pushed and he pulled, as the night blurred. For a brief span, they seemed to be the only people in the whole world, adrift in the ultimate bliss that only the human body could know. After hours on end, they eventually coasted to a stop and were still.
“Welcome home, Shawty,” were the last words Van heard as Q pulled the covers over her body.
He lay back, smiling at the thought of how long it had been since they had shared their bed together. It wasn't long before Q also dozed off.
He drifted into a tide of chaotic dreams, then in the blink of an eye he was fully awake and not sure why. The answer came when his ears picked up the faint sounds of footsteps followed by muffled voices, somewhere on the outside of the house.
With uncertainty still nagging at him, Q laid motionless. He cut his eyes to the left and read the clock on the nightstand next to his pair of gold plated Colt 45’s. After the sounds hadn’t given him any indications that they were in the room with him, he laid his right hand on one of his pistols then slowly and steadily, he eased from beneath the covers.
He made sure Van was still sleeping soundly, and then began to maneuver his way through the house, not making the slightest sound. The only light visible was the blood red reflections Illuminating from the infrared beams on his pistols.
Meanwhile, just outside, near their large in ground swimming pool, June, Dame, and the rest of the crew struggled in the darkness to put everything into place.
“Shssssh,” June warned Dame who was attempting to tie a balloon, and hang up a sign at the same time. He was doing a noisy, plus piss poor job at both.
“You’re making too much noise nigga,” June complained.
“I got you B. Just chill. It’s not my fault that you gave me this crazy ass ladder! You know a nigga scared of heights.”
The rest of the crew fought hard to keep their snickers under control after Dame’s last statement.
Dame was about to respond, but looked over at June just as two single red dots appeared.
“June!” he whispered.
“Yeah?”
“Don’t move son.”
“What?”
“I said don’t move, son!”
“What tha fuck are you…” June stopped.
Suddenly, the two red dots appeared on Dame’s forehead.
June smiled, now realizing what had spooked Dame. He turned around and looked up at
the large balcony overlooking the swimming pool, and found Q leaning over its brass rail, with both hands holding 45s.
“What’s up wit the gun play, nigga?” June asked
“One can’t be too careful. It looks like you two could use a little help, homie.” He said, while looking over at Dame who still hadn’t managed to put his side of the sign up.
“We got dis shit son,” Dame spoke up for them all.
Q glanced back over his shoulder, making sure he hadn’t wakened Van.
“Is everything ready?”
“Yeah we’re good, big homie,”
“Everything is straight,” June added.
“Are you sure?” Q asked again.
“Look bro, we have everything in order. Just like you planned it, so calm down nigga,” June told him.
“Alright, June. Have our people arrived?”
“Right on schedule.”
June sighed, knowing the question Q would be asking him next.
“Would you like to speak to them? Or, are you losing trust in yo crime family, nigga?” June spat both question at once.
“You know betta than that bro. I just want everything to be right, that’s all.”
“And it will be, Q, trust me, it will.”
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Van was still sleeping peacefully. It was the first time in months she didn't have to worry about being awakened in the middle of the night to take medication. She used this quality sleep to dream of all the important people, places, and things in her life. Tonight, her slumber guided her to the two most important people in her life. Her mother and Q. She thought of her childhood years when they’d first seen each other. She was in the midst of climbing a tree with the rest of their neighborhood boys.
She had always been the biggest tomboy in their small community. The first day they met, Van was standing up to one of the neighborhood bullies. She thought it was her tough stand that backed the taller boy down, but it was Q standing back in the distance, giving the boy a look of death if he touched Van. Q had to appreciate the big heart in the little girl. From that point on, they did everything together, whether it was homework after school, neighborhood games, or just hanging out in the community.
It was just days after Van’s fourteenth birthday that her mother received an emergency call at her job telling her she needed to get to the hospital as soon as possible, concerning her daughter. When she arrived, her panic stricken mother was to receive more bad news. Her only daughter had to be rushed into emergency surgery because of internal bleeding coming from her uterus. Though the surgery was a success, and Van had made a full recovery, it would come at a heavy price. Still a virgin at the time of the incident, the doctors advised her mother that her only daughter would have a less than a five percent chance of bearing children.
At the time, the problem wasn’t very relevant because of her age. But after her fifteenth birthday, Van’s mother began to realize that she was no longer raising what their little local community considered their biggest tomboy. In fact, those earlier tomboyish ways only added to her natural beauty. Muscular legs, well-toned arms, and a stomach complimented by a very feminine six-pack and small waist, sitting on top of a Georgia peach like ass.
It wasn't until after her first two years of nursing school, that Van decided that she would one day love to have children. For her, that’s when the heartbreak truly began. For the first time, her mother sat down with her and explained the real significance of the damage the operation had done. Van cried for weeks, and shared her tragedy with the one person she knew would listen…Quentel. Together, with an unwavering love for each other, they broke down all the barriers of their teens and young adulthood.
Dipping even further into her slumber, she began thinking of her young stepson Gerard. He was handsome just like his father. Would she ever be able to give him the baby brother he so desperately wanted? Lastly, she thought of the latest developments surrounding her situation.
After reading her entire medical record, Van’s original doctor found out about the operation and decided to discuss the matter with her. For the very first time, Van shared her emotion with someone other than her mother or Quentel.
Touched by her sorrow and wishes to have a child, her doctor contacted an old friend from grad school who specialized in that field. His name was Dr. Otis Conway. Dr. Conway's popularity grew worldwide after helping numerous women who were previously declared barren and unable to have children under any circumstances, to become mothers. Ten years ago, he married his high school and college sweetheart who had suffered a very similar experience as Van. Now she was the proud mother of three.
After their meeting, Van had started the procedure immediately, in hopes of surprising her soul-mate with the child that they both longed for. But after weeks of consideration, she made the decision not to tell Q about it. That way if things didn’t go as planned, and she didn’t get pregnant, it would save her the pain of having to tell him of her latest failure.
Van’s dreams and peaceful sleep was interrupted by Q, who gently rolled back the covers, revealing her nude upper torso.
As if drawn by a magnet, Q was honed in on Van’s perky breast. He immediately began kissing, licking, and flicking his tongue on each of them. Van’s body sprang to life from the electric currents that raced through her.
“Hummmmmm,” Van moaned in anticipation of what was to come next.
“Do you love me?” Q asked, while teasing and humming on her breast at once.
“You know I do baby...humm…that feels so good Quentel.”
He kissed her a while longer, then against her protests, he pulled away.
“Why are you stopping baby?” Van panted
“Because, I have something for you, ma. Now get dressed,” he said, regretting the fact that he had pulled away from those beautiful breasts, and molasses dipped thighs.
“Right now?” she asked.
“Yes, right now, Shorty”
Before Van could protest any further, Q pushed himself off the bed away from her.
“Look ma. Just get up, and I’ll help you get dressed.”
He reached down and picked up a black lace bra and matching panties.
“Come here, ma.”
She rose to her knees facing him.
“Yes dear?” she teased, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“I’m so glad to be home, baby.” She said.
Q knew how Van was feeling right now. Her estrogen was at an all-time high, the same as his testosterone was when they had him locked down in the county jail. It would be weeks before her sex drive would return to somewhat normal.
Q was about to speak, when a deep ferocious bark penetrated and shook the entire house. Q felt Van’s whole body stiffen at the sound.
“What was that noise Quentel?” She asked tightening her grip around his neck.
“Probably Skull Jr.,” Q answered, thinking fast.
“Are you sure love? That sounded like…” sadness took over before she was able to finish her sentence.
“Come on ma, get dressed,” Q finally said.
Fully dressed now, they prepared to leave.
“Wait a second,” Q whispered.
He reached inside his pocket and pulled out a black and white bandana.
“First you have to put this on.”
“A blind fold. Are you serious Quentel?”
“Trust me, Shawty.”
Van decided not to put up an argument,
“Alright..alright ..alright,” she said, then turned so he could put the bandana over her eyes.
“Where are we going Quentel?”
“Sssssssshh. This won’t take long ma, I promise!
He led her out on to their balcony. She could feel the sun’s warmth on her skin.
“Are you ready?” Q asked.
“Ready for what, Quentel?”
“Ready for this,” Q said letting the blind fold fall from her eyes.
Van nearly lost her balance at the scene
that unfolded before her.
“Whoa!” Q said, as she collapsed into his arms.
“Welcome home! Welcome home! Welcome home!” Everyone shouted in unison.
Van looked again out over the balcony.
Everyone was there. The entire crew was scattered all over the plush lawn. The swimming pool area had been decorated with flowers, balloons, and a sign that read ‘Welcome home Van! We missed you!!!’
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