by Heart, Skye
“Fucking bitch!” I said aloud.
“Who?” Starr asked surprised. “Nena? What happened?” She asked, hopping up, to sit on the kitchen counter.
“She’s still fucking my ex, that’s what happened.” I replied disgusted. Starr gasped.
“She told you that?” She then asked me. I nodded, and began shaking my head again. “What the fuck is wrong with her?” Starr asked, now shaking her head as well.
“She says they’re in love, and wants me to be happy for them. Happy for them! Can you believe her ass!” I said, wishing I had punched her, rather than slapped her.
“I hope you told her to go fuck herself!” Starr said, still stunned. Now, I looked at Starr confused.
“What happened to ‘blood is thicker than water,’ and how I should learn to forgive, and forget? And all that shit!” I questioned, and Starr shook her head again.
“I know I said that girl, but Nena crossed the line on this one. She chose a man over her own sister! I thought she was better than that.” Starr said. “What’d you do?” She then asked.
“Humph! I smacked the shit out of her. Fucking bitch! I hate her!” I screamed, slamming my fist on the counter.
“Okay, calm down chica, you’re pregnant. Too much stress is not good for the baby.” She warned, reaching over to rub my still small belly. “I’m so sorry hon. I thought you two were going to kiss and make up, and start fresh. I never thought Nena would start a relationship with the S.O.B. That is sick. I mean, what the fuck is wrong with her?” Starr asked again, to herself more than to anyone.
“You know what; I don’t even give a fuck anymore. I told her she could have him, because I’m done with her ass.” Nena was no longer my sister, because now, I disowned her for good this time.
~CHRIS~
I vigorously tapped at the screen on my phone, and speed dialed Alana’s number once more. It went straight to voicemail again. “Bitch!” I yelled, flipping the phone shut. “All right, I got something for that ass.” I turned my car around heading for her place, which was just around the corner from where I already was. Several minutes later, I was banging my fist on Alana’s door. Then I stopped, and waited. No answer. I pulled out my phone again, and dialed her home number. I could hear her phone ring from beyond the door, then I heard some movement coming from inside, and I banged on the door again. “Alana I know you’re in there! Open the fucking door!” I shouted. Then I started to bang on it again, when the door flew open.
“Keep your voice down!” She hissed. Ignoring her, I moved pass her and went in. “What do you want Chris?” She asked, closing the door behind me, and then folding her arms. I looked around to make sure she was alone. Then, I caught a glimpse of a pair of panties, sticking out from between her couch cushions, and reached down to pull them out. With a smile, I turned to face her, twirling it with my finger. She angrily stomped towards me, and snatched the sheer fabric from my hands.
“What the fuck do you want Chris?” Alana seemed angry, and I sneered at her.
“Nothing really,” I said, taking a seat on her sofa. “My girl’s out of town, so I came to see what’s up with you.” I said smiling at her. Then, I rested my hands behind my head, putting my feet up on her coffee table, and made myself comfortable.
“You sick bastard.” She said. Now, I laughed.
“Don’t flatter yourself sweetheart. In comparison, you don’t even come close to my Nena.” I could see I struck a nerve with her, and I smiled again. “She’s mine now, so I’m officially off the market.” I teased.
“Is that right? Well, we’ll just see for how long.” She said, taking a seat in the chair across the room, crossing her legs. Putting my feet back down, I then leaned forward, with my elbows on my knees, and looked her straight in the eyes.
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” I challenged. Apparently, she still has not learned, from the last time she ran off at the mouth with me.
“You’ll find out soon enough.” She said, rising from the chair. “Now please, get the hell out.” She then started for the door, and I followed. When she proceeded to open it, I pushed it closed, and forced her body against it.
“What the hell are you doing?” She screamed, trying to free herself. I pinned her against the door, and forced my right knee between her thighs, from behind. She tried to use all her strength to push herself off the door, but I was without a doubt, stronger than her little ass. With my forearm against her back, I forcefully pushed her into the door again; a move we learned in training, during our boot camp days.
“Don’t play games with me, bitch!” I hissed. I needed to put her ass in check, and remind her of who the fuck I was, which she clearly had forgotten. I yanked her hair, forcing her head back. Then I reached around, and grabbed her breast, hard and mean.
“Stop it!” She screamed, squirming against the door. Unable to move, fear began to set in her eyes, and she stood there helpless, whimpering like a scared little puppy. I pinched her nipple as hard as I could, and she cried out in pain. When she started shaking, I smiled. She finally got the message.
“Don’t worry. I don’t want your pussy.” I reminded her, in a whisper near her ear. “Just don’t ignore my fucking calls again. You hear me!” I snapped.
“Yes!” She yelled back trembling. Her fear amused me, so I moved my hand from her breast, and put it between her legs. No underwear. Typical. Then, I forced my finger inside her already wet pussy, and tears filled her eyes.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” I taunted again.
“No, please stop.” She begged in a whisper. Then I reluctantly released her, and she quickly tightened the belt on her robe, still shaking.
“Don’t fuck with me, bitch! Remember that shit.” I warned, and then opened the door, and left.
~NENA~
I entered Chris’ apartment feeling drained, because I cried on the whole flight home. I knew I lost my sister for good this time. Naima would never understand my pain, or rather my feelings for Chris. Setting my bag on the floor, I removed my jacket. “Chris?” I called out, but no answer.
I hung my jacket in the coat closet, and went into the bedroom. Inside, I removed my clothes, and went into the bathroom. I cannot help whom I love, I thought. Why couldn’t Naima understand that? My sister abhorred me, and that broke my heart. “You’re dead to me,” I remembered her saying, the first time I told her about Chris. Those words hurt me to my core. Once again, tears welled up in my eyes, as I stepped into the shower. I stood still under the hot water, letting it wash away my tears. After a while, I lathered myself with cocoa butter scented soap, and scrubbed my body thoroughly. Next, I rinsed off, and then shampooed my hair. By the time I finished showering, my tears had subsided. I stepped out of the shower, dried off, and walked naked into the bedroom. Pulling the blanket back, I climbed under the covers, and closed my eyes. Soon, I drifted off into a world where Naima and I were happy again. We would laugh, and joke about the embarrassing things, that our boyfriends did.
“I love you girl.” Naima would say.
“I love you too, sis.” I mouthed, with a tear escaping beneath my eyelids. “Please forgive me,” I whispered again, when I saw her turn away from me. “Please.” I begged again. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” I said repeatedly. Suddenly, I felt my body rocking.
“Nena baby, wake up.” A man said, interrupting my dream. I slowly opened my eyes to a bright light. “You were having a bad dream.” He spoke again, his face coming into view.
“What time is it?” I asked stretching.
“It’s eleven thirty. When did you get in? I thought you were going to stay at least till the end of the week, out there.” Chris said, stroking my cheek. I shook my head, tearing up again. “She didn’t take the news too well did she?” He asked me. I assumed he already knew the answer. Then, I shook my head again, letting the tears flow. “I’m sorry baby, but you had to somehow expect that, right?” He asked soothingly.
“Yeah, but I was hoping�
�” I started to say, choking back sobs. He rubbed my back.
“She’s not ready baby. Give her some time. Do not beat yourself up over it. She’ll come around in due time.” He said. Chris stood to remove his boots, jeans and sweatshirt, and then joined me under the covers. Next, he put his arms around me, and drew me close. “It’s going to be all right baby.” He said, rubbing my back again. I sniffled, and held onto him.
“I love you.” I whispered.
“I know baby, I know. And I love you too.” He said kissing my forehead. Then, I closed my eyes, and silently prayed. I prayed for my sister to love me again.
37
~CYNTHIA~
I took another sip of wine, and watched the clock get one minute ahead again. Eyes puffy, two bottles of wine, and a box of tissues later, and my husband still has not come home. I glanced up at the clock once more, 2:01AM. He is with her again. I knew. After having left me alone on New Year’s Eve, I decided to trail him on one of the nights he said he was going to be late coming home. He had left the office well before eight o’ clock that evening, and I followed him, in my rental car, to a nice high-rise in the city. I had watched him exit his car, and disappear into the building. Dubiously, I sat in the car for hours, waiting for him to come out. When he never showed, I tried to call his cell, which conveniently went straight to voicemail. For that reason, I remained in the lot, in my freezing car, well into the wee hours of the morning. When I began to doze off, my husband finally reemerged from the building, with a dark-haired woman. He and the woman walked hand in hand to her car, and I watched them exchange a very passionate kiss. With his hands resting on her ample bottom, he continued kissing her for several more minutes, before he opened her car door, to let her in. I looked on as Eric watched his mistress drive off, and then quickly made his way back to his own vehicle, pulling out of the parking lot behind her. Tears filled my eyes, because cheating was the last thing I suspected, since Eric took such good care of me. Yet, seeing him with that woman, the way he used to be with me; seeing him smiling at her, the way he used to smile at me; and seeing him touch her, the way he used to love touching me, broke my heart. Ultimately, seeing how happy he looked, which lately he has not been with me, tore me up inside. That was about six weeks ago. Now, with Valentine’s Day less than a week away, I felt even more depressed. I was sure that he was going to find some excuse, to leave me again, and go be with his whore. With that last thought, I downed the rest of my wine, and smashed the glass into the kitchen sink.
~STARR~
“So tell me, how was your day?” Eric asked me, while fondling my breasts. Cuddled up naked on the floor, in front of the master suite’s fireplace, we sat together, wrapped up in a soft wool blanket. With his hands touching the most sensitive parts of my body, I struggled to concentrate on having a normal conversation with him. I bit my lower lip and shifted, trying to control the growing heat between my legs. With his back against the oversized loveseat, and my body nestled snugly between his muscular thighs, he wrapped his big strong arms around me, resting his palms on my breasts. I could feel his dick jump every time I moved.
“It was all right, but better now, that I’m with you.” I said smiling. I purposely moved again, to feel another spring from his shaft.
“Mm, see? Why are you doing that? You’re making him hard again.” Eric said, pulling me closer. “Every time you’re near me, I can’t stay soft. I want you all the time.” He said, nuzzling my neck. I smiled, and moved away from his lips giggling.
“C’mon, babe. You said you wanted to talk, so let’s talk.” I quickly squeezed my knees together when I felt his hand on my thigh.
“I know,” he said, trailing soft kisses on the back of my neck. “But we can talk later. Right now, I want to make love to you again.” He said, and gave my breasts another squeeze.
“Noooo,” I playfully whined, “that’s what you said the last time.” His hands were between my legs now, massaging my clitoris, with his fingers. When had I opened them? The thought amused me. I then tried to pull his hand away with very little effort.
“We can talk and do this.” He whispered, slipping a finger inside my pulsating, crimson chasm.
“Okay then,” I said, “Talk.” I finished, breathing heavily, while saturating his fingers with my liquid heat. “Mm,” I moaned, when he slipped another finger inside me.
Next, he pulled his fingers out, rubbed my pleasure mound sensually, and slipped them back in again. “I’m listening.” I said, closing my eyes, enjoying the way he was masturbating me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he began, gently pinching my nipple, “and you make me feel so good when I’m with you.” He managed to say again. I could feel him grow even harder against my spine.
“Mm hmm,” I moaned again, placing my hand on top of his, forcing his fingers deeper into my dripping precipice.
“And I,” he continued, his fingers working magic within me. “Well, I’ve never felt this way about any other woman in my life.” He was now nibbling the side of my neck.
“Mm hmm,” I said again, grinding my hips against his fingers. The sensation felt incredible.
“And you,” he was struggling to get the words out now, as I was panting, and moving with the rhythm of his hand. “Well, I guess what I’m trying to say is,” he continued, moving his fingers swiftly in and out of my slippery crevasse.
“Yeesss?” I said, to both him and his fingers, when his kisses reached my ear lobe. Then, he gently bit my ear, and whispered, “I think I’m falling in love with you.” He finished, quickening the movement of his hand.
“Oh yeah?” I said again, to him and his fingers.
“Yes.” He replied, pinching my nipple again.
“Oh babe,” I began to say, my body rising, feeling myself reach climax. “Oh yeesss! Yeesss! Yeesss!” I screamed letting my orgasm flow, as my inner orifice constricted his fingers. Finally exhaling, from holding my breath, I fell back against his chest gasping. Then I turned to him, and climbed into his lap, straddling him. I gazed into his dreamy blue eyes, before I lifted my hands to his face, and met his lips. We kissed slowly, tongues intertwining, while his warm hands traveled up my back, to the nape of my neck. When I pulled away, I traced his lips with my finger, and then looked him in the eyes once more, and said, “I love you too.” He smiled, and kissed me again, easing me back onto the bearskin rug, settling on top of me. Then I parted my legs, and welcomed him into my body, but most importantly, my heart.
~NAIMA~
“You want to know the sex?” Dr. Albeit asked me with a smile. I could barely tear my eyes from the ultrasound monitor. The image of my somewhat fully formed baby amazed me. I was surprise at how distinctive the moving figure on the monitor appeared to be. Technology has come a long way.
“C’mon, Nai! I want to know!” Starr beamed excitedly. I rolled my eyes, and smiled.
“Okay, Doctor please, before she has a heart attack.” I said, nudging my head in Starr’s direction.
“All right,” Dr. Albeit said, looking back at the monitor. “There’s the spine as you can see,” he pointed at the monitor. “And there’s a leg, and there’s another little leg.” He said, still pointing at the screen. Starr squinted.
“Why are they so far apart?” She then asked, tilting her head to the side.
“Starr!” I scolded, and my doctor chuckled.
“It appears she’s putting on a little show for us.” He said, and looked at me smiling.
“She?” I asked softly.
“Yes, she,” he confirmed. “You’re having a girl.” He said, with another smile.
“Aww!” Starr cooed. I blinked back tears, and stared at the monitor again.
“I’m having a little girl.” I repeated with joy.
“Yes! And now I can go shopping for her and plan the baby shower!” Starr said excitedly.
“Oh great,” I rolled my eyes, faking a lack of enthusiasm. In reality, I was ecstatic.
“Whatever, chica. You’re alread
y in your third trimester, and my little god baby will be here soon.” She pulled out her iPad, and began tapping at the screen. My doctor removed his gloves, and tossed them into the trashcan.
“Everything looks good.” He said, patting me on the knee. “Your baby is progressing beautifully. Remember to stop at the front desk, to schedule your next appointment in about a month.” He said, and then turned to Starr. “Nice seeing you again.” He smiled, looking down at her exposed cleavage, before exiting the room.
“Here you go,” the nurse said, handing me my sonogram pictures. “You can go ahead, and get dressed. You ladies have a nice day.” She said, and then left, closing the door behind her.
“All right girl, help me up.” I said, reaching out for Starr.
“Oh,” she said, quickly putting down her iPad. Starr held my arm, bracing a hand on my back, and helped me sit up.
“Whew!” I said, breathing heavily. “Just doing that is exhausting.” I said again, pausing to catch my breath. I tossed the sheet aside, and swung my legs around to the side of the examination bed.
“What’d you expect?” Starr chuckled. “You’re only seven months along, and you’re going to get bigger.” She teased.
“Only seven months?” I questioned, rolling my eyes. “I feel like a double stuffed Oreo.” I said with a pout, and Starr laughed. “I’m serious,” I continued, now laughing too, “if I get any bigger, I swear I’m gonna bust!”
“Aww,” Starr said, rubbing my belly.
“Stop that!” I slapped her hand away, and she laughed again, handing me my clothes. “And if these girls get any bigger,” I began, gently placing each breast inside my bra. “I’m going to be able to open up my own dairy farm.” I finished, feeling frustrated with my growing breasts.
“Aww c’mon, look at it this way; the next guy who gets to suck on those babies,” Starr said, placing both hands on the sides of my breasts, and pushing them together, causing them to bounce, “is going to be one happy camper.” She laughed, and I turned, so she could clasp the back of my bra. With every little movement, I got even more winded.
