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Late night, it was. It was mid-October. It was raining liked it hadn’t rained in years out there. But I just couldn’t stay in the house. I had to see what was going on out here in these streets.Now, you might be wondering who in the hell would be out in the streets on a night like this. You couldn’t even see two feet in front of you, and half the streets were flooded anyway. But I didn’t care. I just had to get out of the house.
I was cruising on the south side of town, a long way away from where I lived. South Side had all of the girls; if you weren’t looking for the high classed girls on my side of town. You had your good ones, the ones who held it down, taking care of the kids and working two or three jobs while their men were out pretending like they didn’t have one responsibility in the world. Then you had your hookers, and you already knew the deal with them. I was shocked to see that they were still out in this weather.
You also had your gold diggers, you know the ones who sat on the porch waiting for the first guy to drive up so they can take them to the mall or take them to get their hair and nails did. South side had it all. But I wasn’t looking for just anybody. I was going to look for my booty call.
Monique was what your average player like me was looking for. The girl who didn’t need you for shit. She didn’t want a man and she held her own. Didn’t have to worry about buying her anything. All you had to do was bring your ass over and give her the dick. She didn’t kiss and tell, so you never had to worry about your business getting out. She lived right down the street from the projects. When I realized just how bored I was, I went ahead and called her up. She said she was asleep and didn’t want to be bother but then she called me back and told me:
“Baby, come on over here and play with me.”
It was ten minutes before twelve when I finally got over to her house. I parked my car int he usual spot; on the side of the house so I can just run to the back undetected. I jumped out of my car and ran like an Olympic track star, part of it because of the rain and part of it because my dick was swoll and ready to bust. When I made it to the back porch, I didn’t knock on the door. Didn’t want to wake up the kids, so I called her.
“I’m outside,” I simply said.
I was cold and it seemed like forever before she answered the door. My mind was racing with anticipation, waiting to get up inside of this girl and give her the business. When she finally answered the door, and without saying a word, she pulled me into the house.
She was wearing an old t-shirt and shorts. Her hair was nappy as hell. Wasn’t exactly the most attractive site but I didn’t care. Monique was fine as hell. She was a thick redbone with ass you can see for days and lips that looked like she can suck a basketball through a plastic straw. I took off my wet jacket and she grabbed it and threw it in the dryer. When she came back, she motioned me into the living room. I walked into the living room and sat down on the couch.
“You know I gotta work tomorrow,” she said in her sweet, kind of high pitch voice with a country twang. “I just went to sleep when you called. You lucky I like you and the kids are over my mama’s house.”
“Well, I didn’t mean to bother you,” I said. I was trying to sound sympathetic but it wasn’t working.
She smiled and said,”You cool.”
She lit up a cigarette. She knew I hated it when she smoked but she didn’t care. She always said it was her house and her body and she could do anything she damned well pleased.
There was silence. I was getting impatient because I didn’t come over to talk. I came over for some action.
“So, let me guess.” She broke the silence. “Your wife ain’t giving you none?”
I rolled my eyes. ”Man, that ain’t even half of it. She is tripping. She’s talking about going back home to her mama and shit. I’m tired of hearing that shit. I told her this, ‘Bitch, if you want to leave so bad then take your ass on.’”
She laughed. “Boy, you didn’t call her a bitch. If you did, you wouldn’t be here. You would have been on the news, for being a murder victim.”
I laughed. She wasn’t lying. I would never call my wife a bitch because if I did, divorce would be least of my problems.
“You love her, though. I don’t know why you keep running these streets. There ain’t shit out here.”
“You’re right,” I said. “But sometimes I still wish I was single.”
She gave me a funny look. “Boy, you are too old to be running around here, talking about you wanna be single. You got a family. Don’t be like these punk ass boys out here on the South Side.”
“True,” I reluctantly agreed. I started to losing the feeling as I started to feel guilty. I dozed off for a few minutes, as she sat there puffing and I sat there thinking. I woke up to the sight I wanted to see all night.
She was completely naked. She had lifted up my shirt and started kissing on my chest. Her kisses were so tender and she took her time with it. She massaged my nipples with her tongue then slowly worked her way down to my abs. I felt the blood rushed to my dick and I knew she felt it because her titties were rubbing against it. Then she unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. She reached into my boxers and pulled out a hard Mr.Johnson. She then lightly spit on it and used it to massage him.
“You like it?” she asked.
I was lost for words. I was in another world and I couldn’t get out.
“I guess that’s a yes,” she said. She then started kissing on my head and licking it. She stopped for a second and pulled my pants completely off, then she went back towork. She kissed and licked on it some more, then devoured it all together. She took it in deep, and she worked it very slow. After a few minutes of a slow deep throat, she stopped and started caressing my balls with her tongue. After juggling my balls in her mouth for about two, three, four minutes, she started back on my dick, continuing her slow deep throats but picked up speed just a little.
Then I had to stop her because if I didn’t I was going to explode. I pushed her off of me and threw her on the couch. I kissed her, and didn’t care about the fact that she just smoked a cigarette and my pole. I kissed her on her neck and with every kiss she clinched me tighter and tighter. I made my way to her double D’s titties and kissed them and sucked on them and bit them.
“Oh, yes,” she whispered, obviously enjoying it.
After a few minutes of torturing her with my kisses, I went down her stomach to her navel. I could feel her clinch my head tighter as I slowly worked down till I got in between her legs. Then I proceed to return the favor, eating her pussy like it was a piece of the finest steak.
“OH, YES!” she screamed. “Don’t stop.”
I kept going. Her moans and her grip on my head motivated me to go on and on and on, till she said:
“OH, DAMN! DAMN, DAMN, DAMN! DAMN YOU!”
That’s when I knew what happened. She exploded. She exploded all over my face and I just licked up what was on my lips.
I got up and picked her up. I took her over to the back of the couch and bent her over. I took my johnson and slipped it in her pussy, which was still soaking wet. I grabbed her hips and went to work. It was a wrap. All she could do was scream in excitement. She tried to keep it quiet but it wasn’t going down like that. I pounded her until I finally bust. After that, I threw her back on the couch and started hitting it again…
I don’t know how we made it to the bed but we did. Our sexual escapade lasted for about two hours. I knew I had to leave but I couldn’t. I was wore out.
As we laid there in her king size bed, she looked over at me and said to me:
“We can’t do this anymore.”
I was shocked. ”Why? My sex wasn’t good enough or something?”
She sat up and shook her head. “No. Your sex is too good. I can’t keep doing this, knowing that you got a wife at home. Tonight is the last night. When you leave, erase my number.”
I sat up. “What the fuck is going on?”
“You,” she said. ”I’m not the bitch that catches feeling but we been doing this for some months now. I’m tired of being the girl you call when you can’t get a nut from your wife. I love you and I want more than just this.”
“Hold up,” I said. ”What the hell do you mean by that?”
She gave me a sad, confused look. “Just what I said. I love you. I got feelings for you. Aside from your situation and how you seem to be stuck on yourself sometimes, you are what I’m looking for in a man. But I can’t have you, and I’m tired of being the bitch on the side.”
That was it for me. I had to go. I couldn’t have a girl catching feelings for me when I was still involved. As I started putting on my clothes, she gave me the shock of my life.
“But there’s more.”
I stopped and looked at her. “What do you mean?”
She was quiet. She looked away from me. I was getting impatient.
“Girl, tell me what’s going on.”
“I missed my period. I went to the doctor and took a pregnancy test.”
I stepped back. I was praying she wasn’t saying what I thought she was saying.
“And?” I asked, nervously.
“I’m pregnant.”
The room started to collapse. I couldn’t breathe. When I finally caught a breath, I sat down.
“How do you know it’s mine?”
“Because,” she said,”you are the only one I’ve been sleeping with for the last two months. And I was supposed to have came on my period two weeks ago. I’m sorry. But you are the father.”
The room started collapsing again. I couldn’t move. And to make matters worse, her phone started ringing. I wondered who the hell could be calling her at two in the morning. She looked at her caller ID and her eyes lit up in shock.
I was really concerned. “Who was that?” I was thinking it was another guy or something. I didn’t know what to think anymore.
“Uh…tell me something,” she said. “How did your wife get my number?”
At that point the room blacked out.
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