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Authors: Michelle-Nikki

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“Are you sure you want to go out there in this?” She asked. “You're free to sleep on the couch if you would like.”
“No, but I have to be at the office in about three hours. It's two-thirty. If I leave now I can at least try to get a nap in before I have to get up.”
She looked me up and down before crawling back into bed. Her ample ass in the air made my dick stir around in my pants at the thought of being behind her with a handful of her ass in my hand. When she had gotten comfortable and pulled the sheet to cover her she spoke up.
“Be safe. Will I hear from you tomorrow?”
“Of course you will. Call me when you're about to go in and when you leave out. I've already had my mouth swabbed earlier today so it's all on you now.”
I watched her yawn and nod. “Lock the door. You still have the keys.”
“Talk to you tomorrow,” I told her.
I kept seeing her breasts jiggle in my head and wanted to give them a firm squeeze, wanted to do the same to her ass. I was yearning to be between her thighs right then. As I walked to the front door all I could think about was how her pussy hugged me when I was inside of her and how good that shit felt. Damn! I opened the door and quickly closed it back. No way in hell I would be able to leave without finding my way inside of her. I threw my keys, wallet, and watch on her sofa, kicked my shoes off and started to make my way back to her room.
“Aric,” she called out.
I could hear her getting up and when she rounded the corner and saw me coming toward her, the look on her face said it all. She didn't try to hide her beautiful breasts from me this time. Her nipples called out to me as my hands immediately reached out to touch them, rubbing the pad of my thumb over each of her nipples. She hissed and moaned low in her throat. I closed the gap between us and brought her lips to mine. We both melted into one another. I could tell by the way she pulled my shirt over my head that there would be no stopping tonight. Picking her up, she wrapped her thighs tightly around me as I carried her to the bed and laid her down. For a second or two I just looked at her as she looked up at me. I didn't even know where I wanted to start kissing her body.
Quickly stepping out of my pants and boxer briefs, I kneeled before her deciding that I wanted to start with her beautiful thick chocolate thighs. I easily slid her short shorts off. Chyanne's body excited me like no other woman I had ever been with and as soon as my lips touched her inner thigh, she arched and moaned. I loved her instant reaction to me. I licked and kissed all the way up to those creases in between her legs, licking and kissing around the slick piece of flesh that was calling out to me, as she arched and tried to put my mouth where she longed for it to be.
My dick thumped at her sounds, dancing to the tune of Chyanne as I kissed up and down her inner thighs, giving her a little tease of nibbles and kisses before I went to put my lips and tongue where I really wanted them to be. The rain drowned out her whimpers of pleasure creating a sensual atmosphere around us as I kissed a trail up her thighs until I reached her center. She was so wet I could smell it. Her scent ignited more fire within me. Smelled like the freshest earthiest musky scent. I was thinking that I was going to tease her a little more, but before I could help myself, I closed my mouth around her slick mound and rubbed my face in her juices. The more she arched and moaned, the more she brought her essence into my mouth. I'd missed that shit, missed her sweet taste and missed the way her body reacted to me, missed her syrupy sweetness racing down the back of my throat.
She excited me with the way she threw her pussy in my face as she twisted and turned grabbing both sides of my face to pull me closer. I obliged her and tried to smother myself in her juices, rubbing my entire face in it again using my tongue to lap up her juices and to pleasure her swollen core. Thunder and lightning ripped across the skies lighting up the room just enough so I could see her head thrown back. Seeing one of her hands go to her breasts I figured I was jealous and decided I wanted to taste and feel them as well. Licking the rest of her wetness from my lip while she caressed my bald head, I came up between her thighs and caged her in with both my arms on the sides of her. She looked up at me; she had moisture in her eyes. Not crying, but I'd learned anytime she was turned on her eyes watered. Before taking her right nipple into my mouth, I held eye contact with her. I loved the look she gave me. Chyanne made a man feel like he was in complete control of her. She was completely submissive to me when it came to sex and that shit got my dick hard like nothing else.
“You miss me?” I asked her, just to make her wait for what I knew she wanted a little while longer.
“I do,” she all but whispered.
As I leaned down to take her left nipple in my mouth, I guided my head a few inches inside of her. She didn't know what to do. She half moaned, half screamed, and then called on God—shit got me high like I was on drugs.
“Oh . . . God Aric . . .”
Her pussy was still as tight as it was the first time I'd had sex with her. It was hot, wet, and tight enough to drive any man crazy. I took my time loving her breasts. I kissed around her nipples and areolas before kissing around her whole soft and creamy chocolaty breast. Did that with each one, as I slowly slid my way inside of her inch.... by.... inch. It felt so good that I just had to lay there for a minute.
“Damn Chyanne! Why does this shit have to be so good?”
I asked that more to myself than to her. I hadn't even fully allowed myself to enter her yet and I could feel my dick throbbing for release already while her breathing became erratic and her nails dug into my back. She brought her legs up higher as she arched and called my name. I slid in a little further.
“You want it?” I asked her.
She nodded frantically. “Please . . .”
I brought my lips down to hers and her tongue sought mine like she was famished for it. She moaned and it traveled down my throat and settled in the pit of my stomach. Right then I pushed myself past her tightness and embedded myself deep within her sugar walls. She let out a scream of passion that filled the room as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
“Damn, baby, this shit feels good.” I told her.
I could feel her cream coating my dick as I skillfully thrust in and out of her. Her insides inhaled and exhaled against my hardness making me let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. At that moment I lost myself inside of her good loving. Something about this woman's sex drove me out of my mind. My nails gripped her thighs as I pushed them farther back and grooved in and out of her like her body was my life line. Chyanne moaned, sang my name, scratched my back, and threw her pussy back at me full speed ahead. Everything I'd taught her she was showcasing it to me. I must say that as the teacher, I was beyond pleased.
“That's right baby, work that shit,” I said in her ear as I let my tongue graze it before biting down on her neck causing her to moan and shiver against me again.
I could tell when she was about to come. Her walls gripped me tighter and her movements became frantic as the muscles in the back of my legs tightened. When I knew she was about to release I intertwined our hands together just as I brought my mouth down on hers to drown out her screams. Our tongues danced with each others as my dick grew harder and when I felt her release, it was only minutes later that I did the same. Releasing all of my aggression inside of her, I pumped and pumped until I was sure I'd released all I had inside of her.
So my weight wouldn't hurt her, I fell over beside her. We lay silent like that until she fell asleep in my arms. I lay there a while and thought on how to go about getting my wife to sign the divorce papers so we could both move on with our lives. I don't know what happened between the times she had wanted a divorce up until recent, but I was wishing like hell I would have given her a divorce when she asked for one. After a while I got up, took a quick shower and prepared to leave. I tried to wake Chyanne to tell her I was leaving, but she was sprawled out across the bed sleeping like a baby. I pulled the covers over her and made sure to lock the door on my way out.
Chyanne
Sitting in that doctor's office waiting for my name to be called was the most nerve wrecking thing I'd ever done. If I hadn't been afraid of Aric's reaction, I would have left about three times. Since he had gone the day before to the DNA center and had his mouth swabbed, it was all on me. As I lay on that table and waited for the testing to begin, nervousness settled in. I got so scared that maybe I wouldn't be able to see my child come into the world. That scared me more than anything. I never even knew the possibility of being a mother would affect me in a way that made me want to cry at the thought of a miscarriage. All kinds of scenarios ran through my mind as the doctor read off the risks involved in what I was about to get done.
But, it was done. The test had been done and Aric had paid for it to be expedited so we would know the results in one to three days. Not long after leaving the doctor's office, I texted Aric to let him know the deed was done. I was so shocked when he sent me back a
‘Thank you'
and a smiley face that all I could do was smile. I was feeling so caught up in emotions that I sent him back an
‘I love you'
and when he replied
‘Ditto'
it made my day!
The hardest part for me was over and I was glad about it. It kind of felt like a weight had been lifted and I could move on to more important things like getting my guest room cleaned out for the baby. When I had awakened that morning, I had stood in the mirror for a good fifteen minutes promising my child that I would be the best mother on the planet. I'm not even sure if he or she could hear me yet, but I wanted it to be known.
Waves of excitement would wash over me at times and then those same waves would turn into nervousness and anxiety. Whenever I had flashes of my childhood my mood would become sullen. That day I was about to do something I hadn't done since I was eighteen. I remembered what happened that day like it was nothing.
I had just walked across the stage as Valedictorian and looked out into the audience. I still didn't see my mother and I had a feeling that her and my father had gotten into another fight. My mom had never missed anything I'd ever participated in at school. Even when my dad had blackened both of her eyes and her face was swollen beyond recognition, she would still show up after she'd tried her best to hide the bruises. I'd look out and there she would be, smiling and waving, but she wasn't there that day, my graduation day. I knew something was wrong and as soon as the chief of police and a few other officers walked into the gymnasium, I knew they had come for me. I had just shaken the principle's hand and was making my way across the stage when I saw one of my classmates pointing toward me. I took my cap off and raced off of the stage to meet them halfway.
“Are you Chyanne Johnson?” the chief asked me.
I nodded and tried to keep the tears at bay. “Yes . . . yes I am. What's going on?”
“Come with us,” was all he said as all of my peers watched me being escorted out of my graduation.
My heartbeat was fast and hard. It was hard for me to breathe as I sat in the back of the Chief's car and looked out at nothing as we took the scenic route to my house. My stomach plummeted as I took in the site. The scene in front of my house looked like something out of a crime drama; police cars, news cameras, and yellow crime scene tape. I jumped out of the car before it stopped moving. My blue graduation gown got stuck onto something on the door of the car and I tore it as I tried to run toward the entrance of my house. I could see blood strewn across the front room before I made it up the front steps.
“Mom!”
I called out to her as I frantically searched the house. I ran to the kitchen, back to the front room, and then the den.
“Mom!”
“Calm down,” an officer said to me as he tried to grab me.
I dodged his grasp and ran for the den. I saw blood pooling around the door as I pushed it open and saw police surrounding a body. I screamed and kicked as I tried to get through the blockade of bodies shielding the body lying lifeless under a white sheet. That was the day I lost both my parents.
“Mom,” I shouted again, hoping she would show her face and calm my fears.
I screamed, cried, and yelled for her but she didn't answer me. That morning she'd told my father that she was leaving. She had packed only a few things and we'd both almost escaped the house, but my dad came through the door as we were leaving. As soon as he saw the bags in our hands he lost it. First he back handed her so hard she went flying across the room. I tried to grab him and keep him off of her to no avail. My dad was a big and tall man; six feet nine inches tall and built like a brick wall. Not an inch of fat anywhere in sight. His coffee brown eyes had turned into slits it seemed and his face was twisted in anger. I grabbed his arm as he basically dragged me across the room to get to my mother. I'd seen my dad lose it before, but this time was different. Something in the air told me that day would be different.
Horns blared in the distance and snapped me back into reality. When I looked up from my thoughts I was in Sherwood Memorial Park cemetery. Tears were flooding my eyes as I realized I was crying uncontrollably. I thought I could go out there and go see one of my parents, but I couldn't bring myself to get out of my car. I sat there for about thirty minutes before I decided to leave. It had been seven years and I still wasn't ready to face my past. I made a u-turn and turned out back into traffic, trying to get away from that place as quickly as I could.
After realizing I didn't want to go home just yet, I drove down Mt. Zion and ended up at Babies “R” Us. I figured shopping for the baby would take my mind off of things. Thinking on it, I hadn't really been out of the house to do too much of anything. I'd paid a few bills on line and looked into some information on furthering my education, but that was it. So shopping for the baby would be therapeutic for me.
I had been in the store for about thirty minutes picking up little things here and there. Since I didn't know the sex of the baby just yet, I picked up neutral things like all white onesies, a few packs of socks, booties, some newborn diapers, and a few pacifiers. I couldn't even explain the jubilance I was feeling in that moment. I heard a female voice calling my name. I turned and looked at the woman as she was approaching me. She looked familiar, but I couldn't place her. She looked Hispanic as her curly honey blonde pony tail swung behind her. She had a vibrant smile on her face.
“Hey Chyanne,” she greeted as she got closer and held her hand out for me to shake.
I sat my purse in the cart and shook her hand.
“Hello,” I greeted still trying to place her face.
“You don't remember me do you?”
We both laughed when I shook my head.
“I'm sorry, but no, I don't, and I'm no good with names and faces.”
“I'm Shelley. We met a couple of months ago . . .”
“Ohhh. Okay, now I remember.”
She was the woman who Gabriel had been talking to the night April had slapped me when Aric had invited me to that social event with him.
She smiled. “Yeah. I know I may look a little different, but I'm here shopping with my sister for my niece that will be here soon,” she smiled as she talked.
“Congratulations,” I told her, still wondering if there was a reason for her to be talking to me. Last I remembered she was getting a kick out of April humiliating me in front of everyone.
“Look, I'm glad I ran into you. I know the last time we met was not under the best of circumstances, but I asked Aric about you and he said you no longer worked for him.”
I nodded. “Long story.”
She lightly touched my arm and waved her hand. “Trust me, when dealing with Aric it's always a long story, but that's neither here nor there. I'm about to open my own marketing and advertising firm and I'm looking for a partner as well as people to work for me,” she said as she opened her purse and pulled out a business card and held it out for me to take.
I took the card while she continued talking, “All Aric used to talk about was how good you were at what you did. I'm really looking for a strong all female team to start out with me and I would be thrilled if you would think about the possibility.”
I looked at the card for a second thinking that I did need a job. I'd been planning on talking to Aric later to see if I could have my old job back. She must have picked up on my hesitation.
“Look, I'm not asking you to make any decisions now, but please think about it and get back to me by the end of the week. I'm trying to get things up and running soon and would love to have you on.”
“Okay, I'll think on it and let you know something soon.”
She smiled again and looked at her ringing phone. “That's all I ask,” she said. “Call me anytime.”
I watched her as she walked off, thinking about the fact that I indeed needed a job, but I thought Aric would give me my job back knowing that I was pregnant and would need one with another mouth to feed. I stuck her card in my purse not even sure if I would make use of it and finished shopping, ending up spending way over five hundred dollars. Yeah, I went a little baby crazy.
I pulled into my neighborhood feeling a little better. I'd put my past demons behind me for the moment and couldn't wait to get into the house to sleep. At least I was feeling happy until I saw April's black Nissan Altima in my driveway. The car was parked to the side so it was easy for me to pull around it and park in front of my garage. I sat in my car for a while thinking about how I was not ready to deal with her yet. I hadn't seen or spoken to her since I found out Aric had sex with her. I sat there and shook my head thinking about all the mess that had transpired between her and me over the last couple of months. I should have listened when Justin told me to watch her, but I'm the one to always see the good in everyone.
Anger got a strong hold on me and my heart rate sped up as I thought about all the things that I'd done for April and her kids. The kids I didn't mind helping, but the things April had said and done to me were unforgiveable in my book. I had pushed the anger so far to the back of my mind that, at times, I'd forgotten about it; didn't want to deal with it. I exhaled and stepped out of my car leaving the bags inside because I didn't want her to know I was pregnant. Knowing her, she would judge me harshly and call me stupid in every language she knew.
The driver-side door opened as soon as I closed my door and April stepped out. She had her purse in the crease of her right arm, her denim hip huggers were almost too tight, and her hair had grown out into a longer, but still short style. The chocolate-wedged shoes she had on gave more definition to her legs and her sweater midriff showed off her belly ring. There was an awkward silence between us and I found myself wanting to slap spit from her mouth.
“Hey Chy,” she spoke.
I folded my arms across my chest and responded. “April.”
She chuckled and clucked her tongue to the roof of her mouth while shaking her head.
“I came by because I figured it was time we talked.”
“About what exactly?”
She looked at me as if I had asked a stupid question.
“Look, I know you're still probably mad about the whole Aric thing, but the way I figure it, he wasn't your man to begin with . . . at least to my knowledge he wasn't. I asked him what was going on between you two and he never gave me a straight answer. All he was to me was a good fuck. So you should be mad at him, not me.”
The way she smirked while she talked and the attitude in her voice unnerved me. I kept my composure. Everything was always a game to April and she always had to come out on top. I had too much going on to be wasting my time allowing her to get me upset.
“How many times did you sleep with him?” I asked.
She shrugged. “Maybe four, five times.”
I could lie and tell you her answer didn't bother me, but it felt like I had been sucker punched in the stomach. Switching my weight from one foot to the other I stared at her . . . hard.
“Look, Chyanne, it's not like you told me y'all had something going on,” she said switching her purse from one side to the other.
“But you knew.”
“How was I supposed to know? I'm not a fucking mind reader.”
“You knew, April and I know you knew. I could tell by the smirk on your face when I caught him at your house.”
“Girl, he wasn't even your man. If he was, he wasn't the four or five times we fucked. The point is, you should be mad at him not me.”
The attitude level in her voice had gone up a notch and her defensiveness almost made me laugh . . . almost. I shook my head and chuckled.
“I don't know what your purpose was for coming over here April. I don't know if it was because you wanted to apologize, or to see how much more you could try to break me down. I have no idea what our friendship was ever made of. All you have ever done is treated me like I was less than you were. You insulted me at every chance and all you did was take from this friendship. You never gave.”

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