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I latched back onto her clit and lapped and sucked. She was really feeling my skills until she screamed out and came all over my face. 

All Deja’s squirming, quaking and moaning stopped abruptly after that. In the quiet aftermath all I could hear was her shallow breathing. I was a little fearful. I was afraid to peek up from the inside of her thighs. I moved up to see her beautiful face. She had covered her face with her hands. Shit! I hope she’s not crying. This is what grown-ups do with their mouths. Maybe it was too soon.

“Deja.” I was bold enough to say her name.

“Huh?”

“Are you okay?” I rose to sitting in between her legs.

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to put your pants back on?”

“Yes, please.” She shook her head in conjunction with her response but she never uncovered her face and eyes.

I grabbed her sweats. They were beside us on the bed, right where I tossed them. I got off the bed and redressed Deja’s bottom half. She lifted her ample ass for me to pull her sweats all the way up to her waist.

I laid down on my back on her bed. I was right beside her. I could still taste her cream on my lips. I will savor that taste in my dreams tonight. My cell phone buzzed in my pocket. Selena.

“Deja.”

“Yeah.”

“Would you be mad if I went back to work?”

“No. I need some time alone.”

What does that mean? “I’m going to text you when I get to work, okay?” Why was I feeling so unsure? I was feeling like I stepped out of bounds.

“Okay.” She whispered.

I was looking at her and her face was still covered. “Deja are you mad at me?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m not mad. I’m embarrassed.”

“Why?”

“I can’t believe this happened.”

I wonder what was the embarrassing part? “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I wanted to make you cum. You made me cum. I wanted to lick your pussy. Your face is so pretty. Your body is so pretty. I wanted to see your pussy. Your pussy is so pretty. When I saw it I couldn’t resist. I just had to taste you.”

Finally Deja slowly removed her hands from her eyes. She turned her face to mine.

She was staring into my eyes. “Okay that never happened before and it was so intense.”

“Did you like it?” I asked and watched a smile light up her face.

“Yeah.”

“That’s good. I love licking your pussy. I plan on doing it as much as you let me.” My cell buzzed in my pocket again. FUCK!

“You got to go back to work?”

“Yeah babe. I’m going to call or text you as soon as I can.”

“Okay.”

“Walk me out?” I stood and turned to pull Deja off her bed. I grabbed her into a tight embrace. I tongued her down. Damn this girl, my girl, my girlfriend, my Deja.

I was a happy grinning motherfucker until I pulled out of Deja’s driveway. I didn’t want to leave her.

I was on my way to the abortion clinic. I can’t wait until this chapter in my life is over. As soon as I pick Selena up and drop her at her doorstep, I’m done. The end.

CHAPTER 6

I walked into the Woodbridge Public Library and headed upstairs to the second floor. I had never been here before. I used the signage to find my way to my destination. There she was. She was sitting in one of the quiet room’s way in the back. She had her briefcase and books sprawled out on the table in front of her.

This was weird, us meeting here. I understood her need for discretion. She is married. She is a teacher. I am a former student. I sat my butt in the seat across the table from Renee.

“I didn’t think you were going to call me. You went and talked to my moms so I thought you were mad at me or something.”

“Mad no. I was just a little spooked. I hadn’t seen you in all these years but I’m constantly reminded of you. Every single day I’m reminded of you.”

“You’re talking about your kid, Frankie Jr.”

“Yeah, Frankie.”

“My moms told me.”

“Yeah she said she would. So now you know.”

“Yeah I know.” I exhaled. I was still in the dark. Why call after all these years?

“I didn’t know at first but I got one of them DNA test that you send away to a lab.”

“Renee, I’m not sure why I’m here. I know it’s not because of the things I said in the grocery store. We are in a library not in a hotel room.”

“Yes we’re in a library. Robert I don’t know how to say this.”

I frowned. “Woe, is it that bad? Did your husband find out about us?”

“No. it’s not that.” She shook her head.

“I told my mother I would stay away from you and your son. You called me. That’s why I’m here.”

“I know. I’m glad you came. I just don’t know how to say what I came here to say.”

“Is there something wrong with the kid? Is he sick or something?”

“No, no. it’s nothing like that. I want to get up the nerve to ask you something.”

“Okay, ask. You can ask me anything.”

Renee took a deep breath and the sound was magnified by the quiet of the empty study room. “Okay here goes. Robert I really want another kid.”

I raised my eyes and arched both my eyebrows. My mouth dropped open because I knew exactly what she meant. It wasn’t that hard to figure out. Although it was years ago, I spent a lot of time with this woman when I was in her class. Still I couldn’t move my lips to respond in any sort of way.

“Robert did you hear me?” She asked.

“Yes, I heard you.
I was trying to take it all in, this all in.” I gestured with my arms spread out.

Renee started fidgeting with the red ink pen she held in her hand. “T
his is crazy, I know. Just forget I said anything.”

“No wait.” I reached out and grabbed her hand, the one with the pen. “There’s no way I can forget about it. You want to have another kid.”

Renee looked down at my hand covering hers and I slowly pulled away. “Robert, I’ve been trying to get pregnant for two years.” She dropped her eyes from mine. I sensed she felt like a failure.

“Two years.” I don’t know why I repeated it. I figured her old man was shooting blanks as soon as my moms told me that little Frankie Jr. was mine.

“I’ve tried and tried and I can’t get pregnant.” She seemed frustrated and defeated by her own words.

“You can get pregnant. I got you pregnant. He can’t get you pregnant.” Maybe it was a harsh thing to say but it was the truth.

“I don’t know what to do. When I saw you that day at the grocery store, I thought maybe there was a simple solution to my problem.”

“Simple huh.”

“I know it’s a lot to think about and an awful lot to take in. It’s more than anybody should ever ask of another person.”

“Mrs. Mancuso, Renee, you know I would do anything for you but this is a lot more than anything. It’s not picking someone up from the airport.” That was the one thing I hated to do more than anything. “I just recently found out I have the one son with you and now this.”

“I understand. I do. I wish that I never said anything.”

“Did you tell my mother?” …that you want to use me as your own personal sperm donor.

“No, there’s no way she would even consider this. Before was different. It was an accident. You were eighteen but you were still in high school. Now you’re an adult. I wanted to come to you with this because you are a grown up now. You’re an adult. You can make your own decisions.”

“So just let me get this straight. You want another kid, a baby, with me. You want my sperm?”

“Yes that sounds terrible but Robert yes I want your sperm.”

“So how would you get it, the old fashioned way?” I leaned in. I had to see her eyes when she answered this question.

“Well Robert I would have to think about that after you agreed.”

“This is not at all what I ever dreamed you called me for. I don’t know exactly what I thought but this surely wasn’t it.”

“I know it’s a bit much.”

“More than a bit, you want my sperm to make a baby.” I wiped my face with my hand. I am really here and this is really happening, right?

“Robert I love being a mother. I can’t tell my husband that it’s him and not me with the infertility problem. Frankie is a good father. He wants to have another kid and I do too. I think he’s afraid of going back to jail. I don’t know. There would be no financial responsibilities on your part. Things would go just the way they are. I’m not trying to burden you.”

“I don’t think that you would burden me. It took a lot of balls to even come to me with this. What is this arrangement called?”

“I don’t know. I just thought it would be better if my kids had the same father. I know you’re healthy. I thought if my kids had the same biological father it would be better. It would make me feel less guilty.”

“What do you have to feel guilty about?”

“I never in my life cheated on anybody. What happened with me and you when Frankie was locked up was terrible. It continued when he got out and that was my fault. Plus I was your teacher. I was supposed to be the responsible adult. But I was so lonely with Frankie gone. It was just me then. I didn’t have Frankie Jr. yet. That kid is my life. I love him more than anything. I don’t care who his father really is.”

“Your husband doesn’t suspect anything?”

“No. Believe me Robert I know what I’m asking. I know Frankie Jr. was an accident but now I’m trying to have a baby with you, by you. God, I’m going to hell for the things I did. I feel like I’m in hell.”

“Did being with me really feel like hell?”

“No, of course not. That’s not what I mean. It was nice. You were better than anything I ever felt before. You helped me with the heartache I was feeling when Frankie was locked away. But I love my husband. I was so weak back then and lonely.”

“What are you now?”

“Desperate. Is it weird that I want my kids by the same person? They would look alike.”

“They would.” I said the first thing that came to mind. This out of left field request was outrageous but I was sitting here contemplating it.

“I have some money saved up that my husband doesn’t know about. I could give it to you like this was a real business transaction. I got twelve thousand dollars saved.”

“I’m not going to take your money. You could use it on the kid. I just need to think about this.”

“I understand it’s a big decision.”

“Yes and no. So basically we would just have sex and see what happens.”

“That would probably be the best way.”

“So when would you want to do this, make a baby?” This was truly sounding like a business deal.

“As soon as possible, I don’t want to chicken out. I will buy one of those tests that tell you when you ovulate. I need it so I would know when I was fertile to get pregnant. I’m not on birth control and you’re young so it should take one time to get pregnant. I hope once is enough? I’m not trying to put you to any trouble.”

“Making love to you would never be any trouble for me. It would be my pleasure.”

Renee started to blush. I’m not sure why she acts this way around me. We have a kid and I really used to sex her up on a regular basis. We were sleeping together for over a year while I was in high school.

“Renee there is really not much to think about. I know you’re a good mother. I will give you another kid even if it takes more than one time.” I hope it takes more than one time. Maybe not, I’m supposed to be in a committed relationship with Deja. I dumped Selena but Deja is not giving it up. I need to get laid. I’m backed up. I’m tired of beating my Italian sausage.

Renee was smiling. “Robert, I swear this will never be a problem for you.”

I believed her. She wanted the kid, not me. “I know. It’s cool.”

“Thank you for even considering this. I never been with anyone other than my husband and this seemed like the only other option.”

“Thank me when you’re pregnant. I haven’t done anything yet.”

“Okay.” She was smiling and I put that smile on her face.

“You will call me when it’s time and I’ll just come in the literal sense and in the sexual sense.” I smirked.

“Yes, I will call you.”

“Why do you send my mother pictures of Frankie Jr.?”

“She asked me too.”

“Has she seen him in person?”

“No, why do you ask?”

“I don’t know, curious. If you get pregnant I’m going to tell my mother but it won’t be until after the baby is born. I don’t want her to try to talk me out of it or interfere in anyway. This is my decision. I’m man enough to handle it. But just like Frankie Jr. you can still send her pictures of the new kid.”

“Okay, I will of course I will. Do you want to see a picture?”

“No, yeah I do.”

Renee picked her cell phone off the table and scrolled around until she landed on a picture. She handed the phone over to me. I took it.