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Authors: Sasha Campbell

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18
Chauncey
I ran my hand down my girl's back, not stopping until I reached her apple bottom.
Candace pulled back and stared up at me. “Did you just touch my ass?”
“Naw . . . I touched
my
ass.” I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers. The last couple of weeks had been unbelievable and like nothing I'd experienced with any other female. But now I was ready to take our relationship to the next level.
We were in her living room slow dancing to the sounds of Mariah Carey. Miasha was sound asleep in her bed. I closed my arms around Candace and held her against my chest while she ran her hands down my back.
“Thanks for dinner,” I said, and pressed my lips against her hair.
“I just wanted to show my baby I got skills,” she said, and looked pleased that I enjoyed her cooking dinner for me tonight. Smothered pork chops never tasted so good.
Candace ran her hands along my back. Her fingertips slipped under my shirt. “Now I wanna show you my other skills.” I pressed my lips to hers. “I want you to make love to me.” She looked at me and was so sexy with her eyelids sensuously low. My heart was pounding so hard. The day had come when I could finally make love to my woman.
I reached up and unfastened the top button of her shirt. Her lips parted slightly. I unbuttoned the next few buttons slowly until I reached the bottom. The shirt fell open. I slid it over her shoulders, then tossed it across the room, not caring where it ended up. Candace unhooked her bra and it fell to the floor. I stepped back and took it all in.
“Damn, you are fine as hell.”
Her breasts were large and round, and her nipples were like dark Hershey kisses. I held one of them in my hand; the other hand I slipped down into the waistband of her jeans.
“Let me help you out.” She purred and unsnapped the button and pulled down her zipper. I slid them down over her hips and allowed them to fall onto the carpet. All I could do was stare at her in silk pink panties that left nothing to my imagination.
“Turn around,” I instructed, then watched my woman strut her stuff in front of me. “Damn, you are beautiful.”
Candace smiled. “Thank you,” she said, and licked her lips.
I couldn't wait to have those lips wrapped around my dick, but that would have to wait. I needed to be inside something warm and wet. I hadn't had any in almost six weeks. The longer it took, the more my dick throbbed with the need.
“Bend over,” I said, and realized my voice cracked. “I want to see you from behind.”
She kicked her panties away, then bent over the couch. Candace was wearing nothing but those sexy stilettos. Damn, she was a sight to see. I didn't think my dick could get any harder. I moved up behind her and ran my hands over the smooth cheeks of her caramel ass.
“You got a fat ass.” My hands roamed over her skin and reached in front of her and fingered her nipples, and when I rolled them with my fingers, she pushed up against me.
“Com'ere girl.” As soon as she turned around, I scooped Candace in my arms and carried her down the hall to her room. Once she was on the bed, I pressed a kiss to her cheek, then pushed her back against the pillow. Reaching down, I slid my finger along her slippery folds. She was wet and ready for me. I plunged a finger deep into her, loving the way she felt warm and wet. I drew out slow, then in again and added another finger. Candace whimpered and pushed against me. I teased her until she was rubbing her clit against my finger, gasping and crying out my name until she couldn't take it anymore. When she came, I pulled her by the hair and crushed my mouth to hers. “I want to be inside of you.” I sucked her lower lips. “Tell me you want me inside you.”
“Yes,” she said. “I want you inside me.”
I pulled off my jeans and boxers, then grabbed a condom from my wallet. I slipped it on, then spread her legs and moved inside. She wrapped her arms around me and thrust her hips forward and I slid in even deeper.
“Chauncey,” she whispered as I moved inside her body.
“Baby, I'm right here.” She pressed her warm and wet lips to my neck.
“Yesssss,” she breathed. “Don't stop.”
I stroked her long and deep. She was so wet and open that I knew I wouldn't last long. Not as good as she was feeling. I thrust harder and moved faster until she dug her fingernails into my butt.
“Yesssss, Chauncey . . . I'm coming!” she cried and rocked her hips, meeting my strokes with her own. I brought my lips to her and increased my speed until I cried out with the release I had been waiting weeks for. I wrapped her in my arms and dropped kisses along her face and neck.
“Chauncey, let me ask you a question.”
“Baby, you can ask me anything.” And I meant that. I didn't want to have any secrets between us, which was why in the next few days we needed to have a long talk. I hadn't told her yet about my incarceration or how I had gotten there. I knew I needed to tell her. The time just never seemed to be right. However, I knew if our relationship was going to continue, I was going to have to find a way to tell her. I just wish I felt confident about how she might handle it.
“What's on your mind?”
She hesitated, almost as if she was afraid to speak. “If you knew something that might change your best friend's life forever, would you tell him?”
I stroked her arm as I spoke. “I guess it depends on if it's something that he would wanna know or not.”
“I think he would want to know this.”
“Then I would tell him.”
She raised up on her elbows and stared down at me. “Even if it means losing your job?”
“I can always find another job. True friends are hard to come by.”
She blew out a long breath and looked so relieved for a second I thought she was about to cry. “Thank you, baby.”
“You're welcome.” I leaned over and kissed her cheek.
Candace drifted off to sleep in my arms and I lay there with my eyes closed, but I wasn't sleeping. I was thinking about my girl, because Candace was most definitely that. What she had said about knowing something about someone had me thinking. She could have easily been talking about us.
I was crazy about Candace. Our relationship had reached a level that I never expected to reach with a female. I didn't want to do anything to jeopardize what we had, and that's why I tried to keep it real with her. But I wasn't being completely honest with her and that ain't right. The problem is, I didn't know how to tell her about my past. Sometimes I felt maybe it was best to just leave the past in the past and focus on the future, and that's what I have been doing each and every day since Candace walked into my life.
My eyelids started to get heavy about the same time I heard a knock at the door. I tapped Candace on her shoulder. “Baby, someone's at the door.”
She mumbled something I didn't understand, so I got up, slipped back on my boxers, and went to answer the door. I turned the lock and looked outside and some tall nigga was standing there. I looked him up and down. “Whassup?”
He got all in my face. “I should be asking you that. Who the fuck are you?” he asked, and balled his fist. Homeboy don't want none of this.
“I'm Candy's
man
,” I replied, and waited for him to take a swing at me or something that would make me dust the floor with his ass. “Whassup?”
His nostrils flared. “I'm Miasha's daddy. Where's Candy?” he demanded.
I gave him a smirk. “She's asleep.” I didn't have to say a word, but the look on his face said he knew the deal. His business was now my business.
He took a step forward like he was about to bum-rush a muthafucka, but I blocked the doorway. “I said she's asleep.”
“Man . . . fuck you!” he growled.
“Naw, fuck you. This may be your daughter's house, but you're gonna show her and Candace some respect. Next time you wanna come by . . . you need to call first.” With that I slammed the door in his face. He could take that shit up with Candace tomorrow; in the meantime, I went back to the room and climbed under the covers with my boo.
“Who was that?” Candace mumbled. I could tell she was half asleep.
“Nobody,” I replied, then curled up close to her naked warm body. I was here to stay, and her baby daddy had no choice but to get used to the idea.
19
Tiffany
Candace asked me to meet her at T.G.I. Friday's for lunch, which was fine since I was scheduled to go to the bridal shop up the road this afternoon so I could try on my wedding gown. It was still hard to believe that in one week, I would finally be Mrs. Kimbel King.
The last couple of weeks had been so mind-boggling, I couldn't keep my secret to myself anymore and I had to let Candace know I had finally crossed over and gotten me some. Now I knew what all the girls had been going on and on about. Sex was wonderful! I couldn't get enough of Kimbel and, apparently, he couldn't get enough of me. I woke up this morning with him sliding deep inside of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and allowed him to stroke me long and fast until he spilled his seed inside. It was amazing the way the two of us came together. After he was done, I took a long, hot shower and found myself thinking about our future together. It was going to be wonderful. I was ready to be a good wife and mother to our children. I had already made up my mind. While we're on our honeymoon, I planned to toss my birth control pills in the trash. I'd started taking them two weeks after Kimbel proposed so I would be prepared on our wedding night. As far as I was concerned, the sooner we started a family the better. I adored my goddaughter, Miasha, and couldn't wait to have a child of my own.
I spotted Candace moving into the restaurant looking fabulous in a jean mini and a midriff Baby Phat shirt that showed off her firm stomach. Dang, my girl was fierce! I hoped to look just as good after I gave birth to Kimbel Jr. “What's up, hooker?” I greeted her playfully the second she moved up to my booth.
“Hey, sorry I'm late,” she said, and dropped down on the bench across from me. “We've been busting our butts in the office all morning, trying to get ready for a big inspection that could shut down the clinic if we don't pass.”
“Not a problem. As soon as I leave here I have to meet with the seamstress at the bridal shop so she can work on the hem in my dress.”
I noticed Candace frown. “Yeah, I, uh, need to go in and do my fitting as well.”
“Yes, you do. You forget my wedding is Saturday! I still have so many last-minute things I need to get done. Good thing I took the week off.”
She kept her eyes locked to mine like she was searching for the right words. “Uh, yeah, speaking of that . . . Tiffany, I need to talk to you about something.”
Whatever it was she needed to say looked like it was important. However, there was no way she was telling me her news before I told her mine. “Okay, in a minute, but first I need to tell you something.” I gave her a devilish grin.
“What is it?”
I waited until the waitress took our order and left. I ordered a diet drink and the fried green beans, and Candace ordered the spring rolls and iced tea.
“Tiffany, seriously, I really got something I need to tell you.”
Damn. Candace looked so sad I guess I could wait a few more minutes. “Okay, so what you want to tell me?”
“Well . . .” she hesitated, avoiding eye contact. “I don't know where to begin.”
I shifted on the seat. I was so excited I couldn't sit still and was seconds from bursting. Candace was taking too damn long to say whatever it was on her mind. So you know what, her news can wait. “Candace, I did it!”
“You did what?” She was watching me like a hawk.
Leaning in close, I whispered, “I had sex with Kimbel.”
Her jaw dropped. “What!” She was far more stunned than I had ever expected.
“You heard me. I finally did it.”
“B-But why? I thought you were waiting until after you were married?”
I would have sworn she looked pissed off, and that completely threw me for a loop. I'm almost sorry I disappointed her.
“How could you?” she asked in a strained voice. “What would your mother think?”
I shrugged a shoulder. “Who cares about my mother? I had to do what I had to do to keep my man happy.”
Here I was telling her the most exciting news of my entire life, and all my best friend did was just sit there for the longest time. I swear her eyes looked shiny, like she was about to cry.
“How was it?” she finally asked.
“Oh, my goodness! Candace, it was wonderful. I would never have imagined feeling that type of connection with a man. He was so gentle and compassionate and I ain't gonna lie . . . he made me cry.” I blurted out in one breath.
Candace gave me a tight-lipped smile and was real quiet while I talked. The way she was acting you would think she was jealous. I would have thought Chauncey was handling his own in the bedroom, but maybe he wasn't on his job. That's too bad because my fiancé was.
She looked frustrated. “I guess you changed your mind about oral sex as well, huh?”
“Girl, I slobbered all over them nuts!” I fell over on the bench laughing, then glanced at her hoping to see a smile; instead, her expression made it look as if she felt sorry for me. “What's wrong with you?”
“Tiffany, why didn't you wait?” she wailed.
Why was she tripping? The way she was acting you would think I messed around with her man. “Candy, what difference does it make?”
“It makes a lot of difference. I just knew you hadn't slept with him yet . . . that you were going to wait until after you were married.”
“Like I said, what difference does it make?” I loved Candace like a sister, but she was starting to get on my last nerve. She's got some balls getting in my ass because I decided to give my fiancé some before our wedding. Hell, she has screwed dudes who hadn't even treated her to a bucket of chicken.
“We're getting married in a week. Quit tripping!” Why was she looking nervous? And then it dawned on me. “Oh shit! Candy . . . are you afraid Kimbel is going to change his mind now that he's gotten the goodies?” I had thought the same thing, but after last night's performance, I knew my man wasn't going anywhere. He loved me and I was even crazier about my boo.
“Oh no,” Candace moaned, then balled up her fists and pressed them against her face. “This is such a mess. I should have said something to you as soon as I found out, but I just didn't know how.”
“Say something to me about what?” I hadn't seen her look this worried since Miasha had pneumonia.
“Tiffany, what I'm about to tell you, you can't say anything, okay?” Candace leaned across the table.
“Have I ever told anybody anything you've ever told me?”
“Yes, you have,” she replied.
“When?” I shot back.
“That time I told you I saw Desiree cheating on our math final.”
“Girl, that's high-school shit! We're adults and nothing you say to me will go beyond this table.”
“I'm serious. If you do, I'll lose my job.” She was practically pleading, which meant whatever it was, it was definitely serious.
“You got my word.”
Candace took a deep breath. “Okay . . . remember when I told you we've been working on boxing up old patient records for this big visit next week.”
“Yeah,” I said, wondering where the hell this conversation was going.
“Okay . . . well . . . I was purging files when I reached inside and . . . well . . . I found an old patient record of Kimbel's.”
While trying to keep a straight face, I scrambled my brain trying to figure out why my man had gone to the clinic. “
Ohkayyyy
, he came in to be checked,” I shrugged. “So what? I'm sure there have been times when you thought you might have caught something from one of those thugs you've messed with.”
“You can act like a bitch if you want to. For your information, what your man's got, penicillin can't cure,” she informed me with a roll of her long neck.
“What he's got?” I couldn't miss the way she tightened her lips. “What are you talking about?”
“Tiffany, I hate to tell you this, but . . . Kimbel has herpes.”

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