by Ivy Symone
In their silence, he admired her simple beauty. Her mesmerizing eyes that held an arrogance and a confidence that spoke of the spell she had over him. He loved her lips. And her scent; it was spellbinding. His dick responded to her whenever she was around. So many times, he had to fight the urge. And so many times he lost the fight.
Softly, she coaxed, “Flip over.”
Without hesitation he obeyed. He was aroused, causing a tent in the sheets. Nola positioned herself over him, wasting no time to work her pussy down the length of him. It wasn’t surprising for Bebe to discover her extremely wet velvet insides. She stayed wet and ready any time of the day.
She looked down at him as she rode him aggressively. The expression on his face, one of distress caused by profound sexual pleasure, gave her great satisfaction. He was losing. He always lost and she always came out the victor. But this wasn’t even the fun part. A slow wicked grin formed on her lips.
“Nola,” he pleaded through a groan. He knew she was about to put it on him.
She worked her muscles gripping him with every thrust of her hips. His hands gripped her thighs as she continued to work her lower half. She then maneuvered into a squatting position, steadying herself with her hands on his chest. She began to bounce, stroking him at a steady pace.
“Who’s your mama?” she panted.
Still wearing a look of anguish, he locked gazes with her and shook his head.
Nola repeated, “Who’s your mama? I ain’t gon’ keep asking you.”
“Nola…no," he begged.
The desperation in his eyes only fueled her. She slowed her pace long enough to clench down, choking his dick in a tight hold.
Like a child’s soft plea, Bebe whimpered lowly, “You are…you’re my mama.”
Nola’s sinister grin appeared for a second, but quickly faded as she began to concentrate on keeping him in her grasp while she slowly caressed him with her soft yoni walls. She loved the sound of his moans and whimpers as she fucked him good. That’s all she wanted to hear confirming she was doing everything right. If she looked behind her, she was sure she would see his toes curled up.
She loved the control she had over him; but he loved the way she made him feel even more. It was why he lost the battle every single time. He succumbed to her sexual demands and became her bitch.
“Fuck,” he groaned. His eyes kept wandering down to watch as her pussy swallowed him, lathering him with her juices.
“Do it feel good?” she whispered.
“Yes.”
“Bust that nut and cum in mama’s pussy,” she soothingly ordered. She squeezed him harder catapulting an orgasmic wave through her center. She stopped her movements, relishing the feel of spasms jerking through her and clenching him repeatedly. She groaned, “Fuuuccckk…Aww shit!"
“Nola…” he whispered desperately.
“Bebe...fuck me...Fuck me like mama need to be fucked,” she begged. It was time for her to return the power to him and let him do what he did best. “Make me shut the fuck up and know my place.”
This was the dance in between the sheets they often performed. It was exciting and sensual. It could be wild and impassioned. Most of the time it was aggressive; however, Nola always walked away feeling empty. It was just sex between friends.
The emptiness allowed her emotions to echo within her heart. He didn’t kiss on her. He never held her. He didn’t caress her and touch her face with love in his eyes. There was no playfulness beforehand that would lead up to a fun night of love making. It was always presented as just sex, nothing more. So many times, she wanted to kiss and caress him, but she knew better. He never had to tell her it wasn’t what he wanted; she sensed it through his behavior, but every now and then she would manage to sneak in a nibble or two.
Since she felt limited in expressing her love for him vocally, she chose to show him in other ways. She was sure her efforts meant nothing to him, but it didn’t matter to her.
After their session, Nola immediately got up to shower and get herself together for the day. She expected him to be gone by the time she stepped back into her room. It was what he did as if he was running from her. Then the next time they come face to face, he would act as if they hadn’t just fucked the shit out of each other.
She made her way downstairs to find Bebe in her family room talking to her brother. They were talking about what went on the night before. Ignoring them she headed straight to the kitchen to prepare something to eat.
“What’s this thing between you and Marcena though?” Bebe asked.
“Nephia’s daughter?” Marshawn asked with a big grin.
“Is that something that’s been ongoing, or did it just start?”
“When she moved to Jewel City, we kinda hooked up. Just as friends though. She didn’t know anybody except her mama’s friend. So, she started hanging around with me and my friends,” Marshawn explained.
Interrupting, Nola said, “You never told me y’all had gotten serious.”
“Well, it just got serious. I was gonna tell you big sis,” Marshawn grinned.
“How serious are we talking?” Nola asked.
“Exclusive.”
Bebe asked, “Does Nephia know?”
“I think she does now,” Marshawn laughed.
Changing subject, Nola asked, “Bebe, when are you getting the kids?”
Surprised, he asked, “They ain’t here?”
Nola shook her head. “Your mama took them, remember? And BJ went with Bless and her boys.”
“That’s right. You can’t get them?”
“I gotta go do something.”
He turned to look across the open family room into the kitchen. “Do what?”
“Something that’s none of your business.”
His brow furrowed. “It bet not have something to do with a nigga.”
“And if it is?” she sassed.
Ignoring her statement, Bebe stood to his feet and said, “Technically this is my free week, and you’re supposed to have the boys anyway. So, when you get them, you can get BJ and Kennedi.”
“Nigga, you ain’t gotta tell me that. They a package,” she snapped. Her brow wrinkled in anger. “But why can’t you get them so I can do what I need to do?”
“If you tell me what it is,” he negotiated.
“No,” she said firmly. She focused on Marshawn, “When are you leaving to visit Mama?”
“I’m going tomorrow. I’ma stay for a couple of days, come back here, and then head back to Jewel City Sunday,” Marshawn answered.
“Good,” she said, nodding in approval. She could see Bebe moving in closer out of her peripheral but remained unbothered.
Instead of heading out the back door, Bebe walked into the kitchen giving her an intense stare. He spoke just enough for her to hear, “And this is why we need to stop fucking.”
Nola let out a disbelieving laugh. “Are you serious? Because you want to control what I do, but you get to do whatever.”
“No, it’s just…Things ain’t like how it was before. I think I’m—”
“Mothafucka, who told yo drunk ass to come over here in the wee hours of the morning?”
Marshawn started laughing. He was the audience for most of their arguments.
“I was drunk nigga. We didn’t even fuck when I first came over here.”
“So! What did we just do though?” she asked.
He pointed upstairs for emphasis. “You raped me.”
“Really? So, when I was bent over, ass in the air and you were hitting it from the back, I was still raping you?”
Marshawn was laughing harder.
Bebe chuckled, “Don’t laugh at her ass. She makes me sick.”
“But I got that wet-wet to make you feel better,” she said with a sly grin.
“I really hate you,” he said with feigned detest.
“I know. But look though,” she said as she opened her refrigerator, “I’m pregnant.”
Even Marshawn stopped laughing as a stu
nned Bebe stared at her. He couldn’t even formulate a response.
Nola continued to move about. With an onion in her hand, she asked, “Y’all want me to warm up any of this leftover grilled food? I grabbed a lil bit of everything.”
Stunned, Bebe asked, “Are you for real?”
“Uhm yeah. I’m not supposed to ask if y’all want some? That would be rude,” she answered with an insulted grimace.
“No Nola. You know what the fuck I’m talking about. How are you pregnant?”
She shifted her weight to one leg, crossed one arm under her breast while the other hand went up to her face, and placed her finger against her twisted lips in thought. “Hmmm…Let’s see. A woman has a vagina and a man has a penis. In order for them to reproduce those two things gotta make a connection. The man inserts his penis into the woman’s vagina—”
Impatiently, Bebe interrupted, “Nola, you know what I’m talking about.”
Marshawn was laughing again.
“Bebe, how else? We fuck and it’s bound to happen.” She turned back to her task. As if it was nothing, she asked, “Do you want something to eat before you leave or what?”
~~~~~~~~~~~
Joyce, mouth agape and eyes bugged, looked at her son as if he was crazy. “She what?”
“She said she pregnant,” Bebe repeated, keeping his voice low.
“Boy,” Joyce said, a chastising smile formed on her lips. She cocked her head back. “I know you didn’t just say Nola was pregnant again. Are you the daddy?” Joyce stood against the counter, with her arms folded across her chest waiting on Bebe to continue.
“Be quiet,” he hushed her. They were in the kitchen, while the others were in the den several feet away.
“Well, are you?” she pressed.
“Am I what?”
“The daddy. Why are ya’ll still sleeping with each other if ya’ll both claim to not like the other?” Joyce asked, amused.
He shrugged. “It’s convenient. It always has been.”
Joyce eyed him with skepticism. “It’s more than that.”
Apprehension clouded Bebe’s face. “Yeah, it is.”
Joyce shook her head with a sigh as she turned around to finish her task. “I don’t understand why ya’ll playing around. You need to just admit how you feel about that girl, and ya’ll get it together.”
“I’ve been thinking about it,” he admitted.
Joyce smiled. “Really?”
“Yeah, but I just want to make sure it’s the right thing, and for the right reasons.”
“All the right reasons are there, son. What are you talking about?”
Bebe wasn’t sure what he was trying to say, but this whole situation with him and Nola was very troubling.
“Do you love her?” Joyce asked.
“Of course, I do,” he said. “She’s the mother of my two sons, and apparently she’s about to have another one. I didn’t even ask her if it was mine, because I pretty much know that it is.”
“Could it be someone else’s?”
Dorian flashed in his head, and it angered him. “It bet not be.”
Joyce laughed. “Look at’chu. Bebe, you’ve been in love with that girl since you first met her.”
He shook his head. “No, I wasn’t. I was still in love with Miki.”
“Were you?”
Bebe gave his mama a confused look. “What does that mean?”
Joyce shrugged innocently. “I was just asking. I know you loved her deeply, but…I’ve seen your love ‘behavior’ with both women. There is a difference.”
Amused, Bebe asked, “What are you saying?”
“Let me ask you this,” she said. “What has prevented you from taking your relationship with Nola further?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“I think you never allowed yourself to fully feel what has always been present with Nola because you felt like you were betraying your love for Miki. Why has it been so hard for you to separate the two? You can cherish your love for Miki and love Nola too.”
Guilt immediately consumed him. “Yeah, I know. And it’s taken four years for me to see that. And I’m really worried that she’s at a point where she’s tired of my shit.”
“Well do something about it!” Joyce encouraged.
“She’s crazy,” he laughed.
“She is and I love her. I love how she is with the kids. Kennedi is crazy about her. You are too…Get married and bring this baby into the world the right way.”
“Married?”
“Yeah.”
“Nola doesn’t want marriage.”
“Boy, you should know she lying,” Joyce said shaking her head. “The way she caters to your ass. She’d marry you today.”
“Mama, Nola ain’t like that. You know she weird. She don’t care about all that,” he explained.
“Where she at anyway?”
He shrugged. “She told me it was none of my business.”
Deja, his younger sister, walked into the kitchen going straight for the refrigerator. “What’chall in here talking about?”
“Your brother gonna ask Nola to marry him,” Joyce stated excitedly.
Deja’s eyes widen and her mouth opened in awe. “Are you serious?”
Bebe shook his head. “Mama, stop that.”
“You’re not?” Deja asked somewhat disappointed.
Bebe chuckled. “Don’t tell me you think I should too?”
Deja closed the refrigerator door and closed in the space between them. “Yep, so Cyn can stop obsessing over your ass. But her dumb ass would still do it even if you were married. I really have to question the company I keep.”
Both Joyce and Bebe were tickled. Joyce said, “That girl still think she got a chance, huh? Bebe, what’chu do to her?”
“Same thing I do to all of ‘em,” Bebe boasted arrogantly.
Deja waved him off. “Boy, whatever. But you know everybody has been waiting for you to stop being in denial about Nola, though.”
“Denial?” he asked incredulously.
“It’s so obvious. And it’s why Stefani, Cyn, none of ‘em can’t stand Nola. Everybody sees it. It’s also why Nephia has made peace with just being your friend. She done moved on.”
Both Joyce and Bebe were taken aback.
Joyce asked, “What are you talking about, Deja?”
Deja scoffed with a laugh. She turned back to the refrigerator. “Just pay attention.”
Joyce turned to Bebe placing her hands back on her hips. “And what you plan to do about that girl being in your house. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love Stefani. She’s a mess, but she’s still my grandson’s mother. But it’s time you stopped coming to her rescue. And that’s another thing Bebe, you can’t invest fully into anything with Nola cause you too busy tending to the care of other people.”
Bebe received what his mother and sister were saying. He knew what they were saying held a lot of truth.
Deja was now holding a can soda. She asked excitedly, “Ooh, if you and Nola get married, you think she’ll let me help her plan it?”
“You ain’t no event planner,” Bebe grimaced.
“I’m thinking about getting into it though. I coulda done what your friend done for Ya yesterday,” Deja stated.
“I don’t know,” he said. “You’d have to ask Nola.”
Both Deja and Joyce squealed with more excitement. Joyce clapped her hands together, “So are you gonna ask her?”
He shrugged and began to speak but was interrupted by Kennedi running into the kitchen.
“Daddy! There is a lady outside right now that know my name, but I don’t know hers. Never seen her before, but she know me. Who is it Daddy? She one of your new girlfriends?” she rambled off excitedly.
Bebe, Deja, and Joyce both exchanged puzzled looks. Without asking questions, Bebe headed to the front door. Standing at the security door, his jaws instantly clenched, muscles tensed. Just the sight of her, standing in his mother’s yard, wearing a nervous
smile as if it was okay for her to be there, enraged him.
“Who is she Daddy?” Kennedi asked as she squeezed next to him. Her big brown eyes fixed on the lady with skin the same chocolate as hers, hair billowy and wild when it wasn’t braided just like hers, eyes the same round upturned shape that she possessed, and the same button nose.
Bebe didn’t answer Kennedi; instead he stepped out onto the porch with his gaze on Sharonda. “What do you want?”
“I didn’t know where you lived, but I remembered where your mama lived. And I was coming by here to see if I could get your info…but…you’re here,” she explained.
“What do you want?” he repeated with eyes narrowed in contempt.
“I wanna talk,” she said more as a suggested hopeful possibility.
“There ain’t nothing for us to talk about, so leave,” he said nastily.
“But—”
“Leave!”
She looked past him at Kennedi witnessing their exchange. Desperately, she told him, “I’ve been getting my shit together, Bebe. I just wanna talk and see her.”
“After seven years of nothing?” he asked as the rage ripped through his veins.
“I know, but I needed…I needed to clean up my act before I showed up,” she said. She looked back at the beautiful brown porcelain doll face staring back at her and offered an uneasy smile.
“It don’t work like that,” he stated. “You don’t get to bring your ass here and pick shit up like it’s okay. I told you years ago not to come back for her. You didn’t give a fuck and told me you were better off without any of your kids anyway, Sharonda. Ain’t that what the fuck you said? What kind of a mother would say some shit like that? Take yo’ hoe ass—”
“Bebe!” Joyce called from the door. Her face masked in a disapproving glower.
“Fuck her,” he spat as he gave Sharonda his back. He brushed past his mother as he stepped back in the house.
Kennedi gave Sharonda one last sympathetic look before turning away to go after her father. She found him fuming on her grandmother’s sofa in the family room. She sat down beside him, laying her head against his arm. She eased her hand into his and interlocked their fingers.
