I couldn’t believe how her husband had said his vows to her so sincerely and innocently, like he hadn’t just been slobbing down the throat of a man a few minutes earlier. I definitely had no plans on telling her that her husband was on the down low since she had no problem with hooking me up with a man that she had relations with. So, if she wanted to start, I was going to be the one to finish. But for her children’s sake, I just hoped that man didn’t give her AIDS while he was messing with men. I shook my head at that disgusting thought.
My young caramel latte was eyeing me throughout the ceremony, and I was googly eyeing him back the whole time. Yes, I and my young thang got turned up every night. Lamel was eight years younger than me, and he drove me crazy under the sheets. He was the total package. He sexed me good, he had good money, and he was good on the eyes.
He resembled Trey Songz with a smile that would make you weak in the knees, a tapered fade, a clean face, and a tight, muscular body with grown-man swagger that was to die for. He didn’t act like a little boy like most of the men that had tried to run game on an independent, grown-ass woman like myself. He was confident, smart, and a businessman, helping his parents run their law firm. And did I tell you he gave me good sex?
His young ass loved it when I called him Big Papa. I thought it was corny at first, but I went with the flow because it seemed like he got excited when I moaned it out while he was pounding my brains out. He called me Ma. At first, I wasn’t cool with my boy toy calling me that, but I went with it. That man was carrying a beef stick as long and thick as my arm. I would have called him whatever he wanted me to just as long as I got a piece of him on a daily basis.
I had to upgrade after I let Jonathan’s punk ass go. I’d finally signed the divorce papers that Jonathan hand delivered to my door. He thought I was going to cause a scene, so he brought his cock-eyed mammie with him, and she sat in the car while he handed me the papers. That woman couldn’t stand me, and I didn’t give a flying fuck. I knew that she was overjoyed that her son and I were getting a divorce, but I didn’t care about that either. In fact, I didn’t want him, so he could stop thinking that I was about to fight for him. He just didn’t know that I had met a man almost half his age, and he satisfied me completely. All my needs were met, and I had no time to think about Jonathan and his shenanigans.
Jonathan had wanted a baby so bad that, whenever we made love, he prayed while he stroked my body. “Lord, I’m about to give my wife a beautiful baby,” he would growl as he arched his back and thrust his johnson deep inside of me. “Lord, please let this be the one,” he would moan right before he released.
Then, he would just lie on top of me with his limp penis inside of me as if that would help his sperm swim to my ovaries. I would be so irritated with him that I would tell him to get his heavy, sweaty ass off of me. What man thought it was sexy to pray during sex? I was so over him that I couldn’t wait to sign the papers to get him out of my life.
“Baby, what are you doing? Daydreaming? Let’s dance,” Lamel said as he pulled me from my thoughts.
“Okay.” I smiled and took his hand as he guided me to the dance floor where we danced like we were the only ones on the floor. After a few songs, Lamel stated that he was hungry, so I told him to go over and have a seat at our table. I would fix him a plate, but I wasn’t ready to eat yet.
The hall was decorated beautifully with tables that were the same colors as the wedding party apparel. As I walked up to the buffet, I heard a voice from behind me.
“Hey, beautiful lady. You sho’nuff sexy in that dress you wearin’,” the husky, slurry voice announced. I turned around to see who it was. It was my mother’s stepbrother.
“Uncle Bobby.” I rolled my eyes and shook my head at him.
He squinted his eyes as he tried to figure out who I was. It took him a minute, but then he said, “Oh, you Arlene’s daughter?”
“Yup.” I gave him a half smile, but in my head, I was thinking, You sho’ look and smell a mess. From the way his speech slurred, it seemed as if he had just downed a whole bottle of gin.
“What’s up, niecey?” He smiled and gave me a warm hung. He called all his nieces that. I bet he didn’t even remember my name.
Uncle Bobby was a dedicated alcoholic and crackhead. The last time I’d seen him, he’d been begging for change outside of a fast-food restaurant. I was pulling through the drive-through, and he didn’t recognize me until I told him who I was. But that had been a mistake because as soon as he remembered me, he asked me for some money for food. I wasn’t going to give him none of my money to go and smoke up. But I did ask him what he wanted to eat, and I bought it for him. “How are you doing? You’re looking good,” I lied, looking him up and down.
He was wearing a cheap, cream-colored suit with some Buster Brown, thick-soled shoes that looked too wide for his feet. Uncle Bobby had been a nice-looking, chestnut-complexioned brotha before he let the drugs add like ten years of stress to his face and body.
He stood about six feet, and he was lanky and frail. His hair was in a nappy, unlined ’fro, his face was sunken in, and he would have had a perfect smile if it wasn’t for the tartar buildup on his teeth. But his almond-shaped, ebony-colored eyes were to die for. As a result of his former looks, back in the day, he was a ladies’ man.
That wasn’t his first time trying to run game on me. The last time was a few years back when we bumped into each other at a cabaret, and he was with his wife.
“I’m doing okay,” he said, and his smile turned into a frown.
His wife had recently passed away from a heart attack, and the family was saying that he took her death really hard. She’d been the only person he had that he connected with because most of the family had disowned him because he couldn’t control his addictions.
“You’re looking nice,” I lied. I wanted to cheer him up. I didn’t want him jumping off the MLK Bridge because I’d brought up old memories.
“I’m gon’ always be fly. I’m not a pimp, I’m a simp,” he said proudly.
I scrunched up my face at his response. I wasn’t going to even ask him what that meant.
“Alrighty, then,” I said as I turned and started to fix Lamel’s plate. My mom told me that Uncle Bobby was a little messed up in the head and that he could also talk your ear off.
“Niecey!” he said as he tapped me on shoulder. I turned to face him again, and he asked, “What do you do if you find a man that is about to retire?”
“Um, I don’t know, Uncle Bobby. What should I do?”
“You should marry that fool!” he replied with an attitude because I didn’t know the answer.
“Uncle Bobby, you’re silly,” I chuckled.
“Girl, I ain’t silly. My wife had a good job. God rest her soul. But I’m still getting paid. I’m sixty-three, but when I turn sixty-five, I will be getting five hundred more dollars coming in.” He said it as if the wind he let out with his words made him lose his equilibrium.
“Well, I’m glad you’re making ends meet,” I said as I walked a little farther away from him. I needed to get back to my date.
“Hey, Niecey, it was good seeing you again. I’m about to go find me a pretty young thang to dance with. Stay sweet, ya heard me?” He walked away with a staggered limp, not saying another word.
“Damn, baby. What took you so long? I saw you over there hollering at that old pimp,” Lamel said with a crooked smile.
“That was my uncle.” I gave him his plate, and he dug in like he hadn’t eaten anything all day.
“That food was on point, but now, I’m ready for dessert.” He stared at me and licked his lips.
“What’s on your mind for dessert?” I asked seductively, because I already knew what his answer would be.
“You’re always on my mind. And don’t play with me, ma, because I will bend you over right here in front of all of your family members and have my way with you.” He discreetly caressed my inner left thigh.
“Oh, no, you won’t.” I
softy kissed his lips.
“Let’s get out of here. I want to taste your other lips,” he whispered in my ear. I giggled and instantly became wet between my thighs.
He grabbed hold of my hand and started to pull me away from the table. When he wanted to have sex, there was no stopping him. I never knew when or where he would just snatch my clothes off and devour my body. As we walked to the car, he pushed the button to start it. “You get in the driver’s seat. I want you to drive so I can take care of some business,” Lamel said as he opened the car door for me.
After he got in the car, I pulled off, not knowing our destination. “Where are we going?”
“Just drive.” He turned around to face me. “Lift yo’ butt up,” he said when I stopped at the stop sign. I gave him a dumbfounded look. Then, he started pulling my dress up from the hem. That’s when I realized that he wanted me to lift my butt up so that my dress could go up to my waist. After it was up enough to satisfy his needs, he said, “Drive.”
I put my foot to the gas pedal. He slid his hand into my black lace thong, and I immediately panted like a dog in heat. I kept my eyes on the road, but I started to swerve just a little.
“Take control of that wheel while I put in work on this wet thang right here.” He plunged his thick finger in and out of me, and my inner muscle clenched as the warm fluid oozed out. I released a slow moan as I relished his touch. I knew he wasn’t done with me, so I headed to my apartment so we could finish what we started. But as soon as he noticed the direction I was going in, he started giving me the directions that he wanted me to go in. We ended up at the Grand Plaza Hotel located in downtown Toledo. He got the honeymoon suite on the rooftop.
“I know we just left your cousin’s wedding, but let’s pretend this is our honeymoon, and you saved yourself for this day. Act like this is your first time. Let’s start over there in that sauna, then we can make our way outside to the rooftop.” Lamel placed soft butterfly kisses all over my face. My body shook uncontrollably. I was filled with burning lust, and I felt unbalanced just imagining what was about to go down.
29
Melody
I lay in my bed and thought about how I had been so out of character; I didn’t know who I was. It all started about five months ago. Rodney and I were doing our thang, but when he wasn’t around, I would crave for his touch. Since I couldn’t get it from him, I started having late-night creeps with a few of my exes. I couldn’t believe I was wild’n out like I was. I went from sleeping with one man to screwing three men in two weeks. I needed to stop that behavior, and so, I did. I shook my head with disgust at the person I had become. I felt like a nasty whore. I was raising a daughter. What if she had found out I was acting like that? My phone ringing brought me back to reality.
“What’s up, babe?” Rodney said jauntily into the phone like we had spoken recently. Like he had no care in the world; like his life was just peaches and cream.
“What’s up?” I said dryly, making sure he heard the irritation in my tone.
“What’s wrong with you? I’ve been noticing lately that you ain’t been wanting to see me. What, are you all up in your feelings again?” he asked, now sounding sincere. Rodney and I had not seen each other in about two months. I had been dodging him for two reasons. First of all, he still had not gotten the blood test back for the baby that was still living under his roof. And second, I was hiding because I was four months pregnant. Last time I saw him, I was not showing, but since I was craving everything under the moon, I was gaining weight. I wore baggy clothes because my daughter and my family didn’t know that I was pregnant, and I wasn’t ready for them to know yet.
“I’m just so over you. I’m so sick of your lies and the bullshit you be putting me through. I’m just sick of you!” I grunted. What I said was true. I wished I would’ve made the decision to stop dealing with his bull months ago. Then I wouldn’t be in the predicament I was in.
“Babe, you know you miss me. Let me come over. I haven’t got none of that good-good in a minute. You’ve got me over here going through withdrawals like a mutha,” he said seductively. He was so conniving, but I fell for his ass every time. I blew out a deep sigh as I thought about the mess I was in. I had taken it upon myself not to purchase the morning-after pill that he’d given me the money for the morning after we had unprotected sex. My crazy in-love ass thought that it would be a good idea that I not terminate my pregnancy, hoping that the baby would help our relationship. Even though I had not told Rodney, I was beginning to realize that was the dumbest thing I could have ever done.
I wasn’t no high school chick; I was a grown woman, and I knew that I shouldn’t have become pregnant by a man that wasn’t my man, a man that didn’t even know I was carrying his baby. But it was too late. I didn’t believe in abortions, and the baby was coming no matter how Rodney felt about it. I just hoped he would forgive me for holding the pregnancy from him. And I still hoped that the other alleged baby wasn’t his.
“Mel, are you still there? I’m on my way, so we can talk,” Rodney said.
“Whatever. I know what you want when you say you wanna talk,” I spat.
He burst into laughter. “Don’t act like you don’t want it like I do.”
Any other time when he said those words, I would jump up with joy because I knew he was about to come and give me the business. But after all the time we put into what I wanted to be a faithful relationship, something that was not what he wanted, I was tired and starting to get over him. I didn’t want his sex.
“Whatever, Rodney,” I moped. I knew he was going to come over, and it was time that I told him the truth. Well, hell, I didn’t have to tell him a thing. All he had to do was look at me to see that I was with child.
“Okay, I’m on my way. Put on that sexy red thang that I like,” he chuckled, and then hung up the phone.
I had gained about twenty pounds and was starting to show it in my face, belly, and thighs. The last time Rodney came over, he noticed I was getting thick, but he just thought it was from eating.
* * *
“Damn, baby, the last few times we went out to dinner, you’ve been smashing. But I ain’t mad; you’re looking good with that extra weight. Look at that ass. Let me get a hold of that,” he said as he took both of his hands and squeezed my backside.
That night I was kinda scared that if he saw my stomach, he would know. I wasn’t ready to tell him, so I turned the lights off and let him hit it from the back until we both reached our point of ecstasy. Then, he pulled out.
I wanted to tell him the damage was already done and that he had no reason to pull out now. Instead, I got up from the bed and took a long shower. When I got out, I was glad to see he was gone. In the past, he would never leave, but I took a long shower on purpose because I knew he was a very impatient person. I didn’t want to get dressed in front him, so while I was in the shower, he told me that he was leaving, and I told him bye.
* * *
When he got to my house tonight, I wasn’t gonna beat around the bush. I was going to tell him why I did what I did. And if he loved me like he said he did, then we would work through it together.
30
Asia
As my husband and I walked in the warm white sand at Orient Bay in St. Maarten, I was stunned at how beautiful the Caribbean island was. The enticing island was filled with flaming bright red, orange, and yellow flamboyant trees. I had never seen anything like it. Our days were filled with sunshine, velvet soft nights, and breathtaking scenery.
“Babe, are you ready for a swim?” I asked my husband as my feet enjoyed the heat of the powdery white sand with every step I took. It was so relaxing. But I wanted to get in the water again and feel the turquoise water massage my cares away. Early that day when we got in, I didn’t want to get out. It felt like heaven.
“Yes, let’s get back in,” Steve said as he lifted me up and carried me in the water. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and once we got in the water, I kissed him passionate
ly. I wanted to make love to him like we did the night before on the beach, but it was broad daylight now. Not having the kids around was great. I was able to be free and make love to my husband the way I wanted to with no interruptions. My thoughts went back to the night before.
* * *
“Babe, let’s go on the beach and take this bottle of wine with us. There’s no one out there, so we can let the alcohol take us wherever,” Steve said as we stood on the balcony of our honeymoon apartment and looked out at the water.
We stayed at La Plenitude, which was located in the peaceful neighborhood of Friars Bay. La Plenitude was comprised of two buildings with six apartments in the middle of a big woodland park. The decor had been carefully chosen to immerse us in a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere.
Our apartment had a kitchen on the terrace that we never used because we always ate at whatever restaurants we passed by. We had a large bathroom, with a dressing room, and the bedroom was gorgeous, with bright beige walls, light-colored ceramic tile floors, and a huge bed that would fit an army. There was no TV or phone in the room on purpose so that we could enjoy the tranquility undisturbed.
I was excited to hear Steve say that he wanted to be naughty on the beach. I got the bottle of wine, and we walked through the quiet park to the beach. It was three in the morning, and there were no bystanders. After we talked and sipped on the wine on the blanket that Steve laid out for us, he whispered in my ear, “Do you want to make out right here, right now?” I could tell he was feeling himself.
I giggled at his playfulness. “What if someone sees us?” I asked nervously.
“We can make it quick. This sand, this beach just does something to me. I want to fuck the shit out of you right now and capture the moment on this beautiful island with my stunning wife,” Steve said seductively as he cuffed my face in his hands, and then kissed me forcefully.
My body started to tingle in all the right places. He then took his tongue and licked my neck, down to my breasts; then he quickly pulled my sundress up. He took his moist tongue and maneuvered it down my stomach to my sweet spot. Then, he went to town eating me like he was eating the last meal of a dying man. I went crazy because it felt so good to be making love on the sand on the beach as I looked up at the stars that sparkled in the dark sky. I had never had anything this amazing happen to me, and I was on cloud nine. “Oh, baby, you’re about to make me cum,” I purred as I grabbed hold of his head tightly.
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