A Scandalous Philly Love Story (Part 1) (2 page)

Chapter 4

Dawn

I couldn’t help but feel sorry for my girl, Cyn, because I knew how much she loved Eric. You know, some of these men were so damn foul. They didn’t appreciate what they had in a good woman and they turned to the stank ass bitches. After speaking with the girls, I still wasn’t convinced that I needed to give up my body for nine months, but, I knew I had some decisions to make and that I should talk to Ant. I just wasn’t ready to hear him bitch about how we made a pact to have a family. When I arrived home, I could see that the bedroom lights were on, which meant that Ant was home. I was feeling a little tipsy and horny. Now, I never had a problem with partaking in the acts of getting pregnant. Ant knew how to touch me mind, body, and soul. As I walked in the house, I could smell the candles burning, and I saw a trail of rose petals leading up the stairs. When I approached the top of the steps, there was a note pinned to the banister.

It read:

Hey, my love. Step out of those clothes and go into the bathroom. There, awaits a warm bath for you.

I walked into the bathroom and the tub was full of bubbles, and there were rose petals that led up to the sunken-in tub. He also had a bottle of Moscato with a glass waiting by the tub, and there was music was playing in the background. I felt so loved, yet, so guilty because I knew what I was doing was wrong. I couldn’t help but shed a few tears because I knew Ant deserved the family he wanted and much more. He walked in the bathroom, looking handsome and good enough to eat. He just stood there, at first, staring at me.

“What’s wrong, babe?” I asked.

“I just wanted to take in your beauty,” he replied.

He stepped out of his basketball shorts, pulled his wife beater off, and joined me in the tub. When he got in, he took me by the hand and pulled me into him. He planted a kiss on my forehead and asked me, “Do you know how much I love you?” We just looked into one another’s eyes and kissed. The kiss sent electric currents between my legs. I got up and sat facing him on his lap. He began to lick and to suck on my nipples one at time. Then, he placed one of my breasts in his mouth as if he were being breastfeed. Just that alone was driving me crazy. Somewhere in between the kissing and the sucking on my breasts, he slipped his penis inside of me. We started off grinding nice and slow. I started throwing the pussy at him because he was stroking and caressing my walls as if he were trying to make a baby right then and there. It was feeling so damn good that I began to cry out his name. He was holding onto me for dear life, as he took me on what felt like the ride of my life. He lifted me out of the tub and carried me into the room, where it was set up so that we could continue our romantic night. He laid me down on the bed and began to kiss me all over my body.

Once he reached my feet, he took each toe and sucked on them, sending chills up and down my spine. It made my coochie ache. I couldn’t seem to get myself together. He took his time pleasing my whole body. He worked his way back up, starting with the inner part of legs to my thighs, licking and sucking, and leaving hickey marks all over. When he reached my clit, he sucked on it, making me scream for mercy. “Oh my God!” Was all I could say. He looked up at me and gave me a wink.

“Babe, bring that snake to me,” I demanded, as I licked my lips. I was feeling hungry to give him what I knew he loved. He climbed up on the bed and positioned himself right in front of me, as he held on to the headboard for support.

I placed him in my mouth, as I licked up the sides and then around the head. I kept this up for a minute, as I massaged his balls in my hand. Next thing you know, he was tea-bagging me as I licked and sucked on his balls really slow. I was in my zone as I was pleasing my man. I could taste the pre-cum that was seeping out as I sucked on the head. I began to add some skills I saw once on this porn site that I watched from time to time. Ant looked down at me and said, “Damn, babe! Suck this dick!” He was on the verge of cumming, and I slowed my rhythm down. I was slurping and making all kinds of popping noises. I laid back and stuck two fingers inside of my juicy honey pot and started finger-fucking myself. Ant watched for good fifteen minutes until he couldn’t take it anymore. He got up, wanting to switch positions, as he smacked my ass. I positioned myself on top, so we were in the 69-position.

“Damn, babe! You soaking wet!” He stuck his tongue so far into my honey pot as he tongue-fucked me into a frenzy. My legs began to shake, and I could feel my honey pot convulsing. As I fucked his face, I also was giving him a hand-job. It wasn’t too long before we both were exploding. I began to lick it all up, not missing a drop. We both were spent as we laid there. All we could say was, “Damn!”

“Babe, don’t get too relaxed,” he warned. When he said that, I knew he was getting his second wind. We fucked all night it seemed. We fell asleep somewhere around five in the morning. When I woke up this morning, my body was so sore, but in a good way. I looked over at Ant, who was softly snoring. I went in the bathroom to relieve my bladder and to soak in the tub. Once I cleaned up the bathroom of all the rose pedals and the burnt-out candles, I ran a nice warm bath with some Epsom salt. Once I got in the tub, I laid my head back and reached for the remote to turn on some music as I relaxed in the tub. As I let my body and mind relax, I thought of calling the doctor’s office first thing Monday morning. I began to think of how selfish I was being. I was ready to be a mother, and I would make an excellent mother just like my grandmother.

Speaking of my grandmother, I needed to call to check on her. I never went two days without talking to her. I would always go over at least twice a week. I made sure to never miss a Sunday because Grandma always made dinner before church. I enjoyed spending time with my grandmother because she raised me. She gave me good advice and stayed praying for me.  You see, once I was born, my mom started doing drugs. I never understood why she decided once I came along to take up such a hobby. She started neglecting and abusing me, and she would leave me in the house by myself, too. My two older sisters weren’t always around. They were always out with their friends or their boyfriends. The house always seemed empty without them there.

One day, I came home to my mom performing oral sex on the local neighborhood drug dealer. She never bothered to stop. She just threw daggers at me with her eyes. She yelled for me to take my ass back outside.

“Look at the fresh meat!” said Carter, the guy she was servicing. He was known for being the biggest crack dealer in the hood. I started backing up and heading back out of the door. I was only eleven years old, but I was developing beautifully with breast and an ass. This made older men take notice, and my age didn’t stop them from trying to come onto me. I knew I needed to get out that house because the look Carter was giving made me feel uncomfortable. Before I could open the door, he grabbed my mom by her throat and said, “Come here, pretty mama. He looked at my mom with a look that said, Bitch-don’t-move-or I-will-snap-your-fucking-neck! I stood there shaking, and I began to cry. He stood up with his penis still hanging out of his pants.

“Now, walk your pretty little ass over here and finish where your momma left off. This old bitch is all dried up, and you look better.” I could see tears streaming down my mother’s face as she tried to say something. I started screaming, hoping someone would hear me.

“Yo, shut the fuck up before I snap her neck and blow your fucking brains out!” he threatened, displaying the gun on his left hip. “Now, bring your little ass over here and suck this dick!” He took out his gun and told my mom not to move, to just sit right there on the floor and watch how it should be done. “Now, if either one of you try anything funny, I will blow both your brains out all over this fucking floor!”

Once I reached the couch, he grabbed me by the arm and pushed me down in front of him as he sat back down. “Look at that pretty little mouth of yours. Now, open up wide for me and take all of this!” he demanded. I was still crying and shaking as I tried to put his humongous thing in my mouth. “Now, if you make a mistake and bite me, I’m going to bust you square in your damn mouth.” I began gagging and felt as if I had to throw up. “Just relax, lil momma, you’re going to enjoy this, just like me.” He began to pump his dick in and out my mouth while pulling on my hair. He had a good grip on my head, too. His eyes were shut, and I could tell he was enjoying it because he kept moaning. It felt as if it were taking forever for him to bust until finally he started shaking and gripping my hair tighter.

“Ahhhh, shit! that’s what I’m talking about.” I jumped up and spit this white stuff out all over the floor. The taste was making me feel sick to my stomach. He began laughing. “Was that too much for you, lil momma? You felt better than your mother over here, with her raggedy ass mouth. That’s okay, we’re going to get better acquainted, if your mother can’t control her habit. You’ll be a pro at this in no time.” Looking over at my mother, he said, “Go get me something to wipe off with.”

As he sat on the couch, he took out four little vials and threw them at my mother and handed me forty dollars. I wouldn’t take the money from him, so he threw it at my feet. What happened next truly hurt my feelings. My mom grabbed up the crack vials and went into her room. I couldn’t help but cry even louder because she didn’t bother to check on me. She just walked back in the living room and said, “If you tell anyone about this, I will beat your fucking ass. Now get your ass in your room, and don’t come out till I tell you to.” That night I cried myself to sleep.

I woke up hungry, and with Carter standing over me. He stood there, looking at my body as if he was sizing me up.

“Hey, lil momma,” he greeted me.  I sat up screaming, hoping somebody could hear me. Carter placed his hand over my mouth. “Shh!” I squirmed and moved about, trying to get up. He just started unbuckling his belt and taking off his sneakers while still holding one hand over my mouth. I wasn’t sure if I could even cry anymore tears. I was scared and angry that my mother had put me in this situation just to feed her nasty habit. Carter just kept looking me, licking his ashy lips. He started pulling at my pants, trying to get them off.

“Now, if you cooperate, I promise to take real good care of you. I been thinking about you and can’t wait to sample your little virgin pussy,” he said. He climbed up on top of me and started kissing me. He lifted my shirt up, licking and sucking at my nipples. He was leaving little bite marks all over my chest. Before he could go down on me, my sister, Camille, burst through the door. It felt as if God had finally heard my prayers. I was so happy to see her standing there. She started screaming, “What the fuck you doing in here on top my little sister?” Next thing you know, Carter jumped off of me.

“Yo! Bitch, get the fuck out before I fuck you up!” He didn’t even bother pulling his pants up. His member was just swinging everywhere. “I’m trying to get paid for supplying your crackhead momma with some of my good shit. Lil momma here is my payment. Now, get your bitch ass out unless you plan on giving up some!”

Before I knew it, Camille was tossing her shoes at his head. Nothing made a connection, but he was dodging them just the same. He tried grabbing for Camille, but he tripped over his pants. All I heard were footsteps running down the hall towards the living room. It was Joe, Camille’s boyfriend, and my other sister, Deja, coming in the door.

“Cammie, what the hell is all of that damn commotion?” Deja questioned.

“I caught this nasty ass bastard in here on top of Dawn, trying to rape her! Talking mess about Julia’s ass sent him up there for payment.” Carter never had the chance to get up from the floor before Joe pulled out his gun. He started beating Carter in the face and head while Camille was kicking him. Out of nowhere, we heard more footsteps coming down the hall. It was the cops. That whole night was chaotic. They arrested Joe, and after Camille explained what was going on, they arrested Carter. He looked a total mess from the beat down he received. Through all of that, my mother was nowhere to be found. The ambulance came and took me to the hospital. As I took as trip down memory lane, I was still lying there in the tub, replaying that horrible day, and I never heard Ant calling my name. I was so out of it that I didn’t even notice him waving his hands in front of my face. He started shaking me because I wasn’t answering him. He could see the tears in my eyes, plus I was visibly shaking.

“Babe, you good?” he asked.

I looked into his eyes and answered, “I must have drifted off and had a bad dream.”

“That must have been some dream, got you crying and shaking!” I assured him I was going to be fine and got out of the tub.

Damn, the water had turned ice cold.

Chapter 5

Cynthia

I looked over at my phone on the nightstand, and there were no missed calls or text messages from Eric. I tried calling him and he sent me straight to voicemail. I sent him three text messages, and they went unanswered. I’d gotten fed up, thinking whatever I did obviously wasn’t enough to keep his attention. I didn’t appreciate him ignoring my calls or my text messages. So, today was the day! I got up, walked over to my closet, grabbed Eric’s duffle bags, and started packing his shit, from his underwear to the damn toothbrush. It was time to start cleaning my condo. As I went around the room, throwing stuff away, I took the pictures of Eric and I and trashed them. I found old cards and love letters and threw them in the fireplace and set it all on fire. I had music playing in the background, thinking that it would soothe my soul, but I cried my last tears over this sorry ass nigga. I thought of all of the time I had wasted on his selfish, ungrateful ass. I thought of how I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this bastard. Once I was done, I jumped into the shower, and afterwards, I flat-ironed my hair. When I was done, I went into my walk-in closet to find something to wear. I got my baby blue Juicy Couture sweat suit out and paired it with my gold sandals. I thought of hitting the Willow Grove Mall to do some therapeutic shopping.

I grabbed my wristlet, my keys, and the duffle bags, and I was out the door. As I hopped in my 2015 Nissan Armada SL, I turned on my AC because it was a little hot today, but it was still a beautiful day to a new start. I thought of dropping Eric’s shit off, since he lived about twenty minutes away from the mall. When I pulled into his cul-de-sac, I saw his truck parked in the driveway, and parked behind it was a familiar silver Toyota Avalon. I couldn’t remember where I had seen that car before. As I got out and retrieved his bags, I walked up to the door, and I rang the bell three times. I could hear movements, so I began to bang on the door again. I opened up the bags and dumped all of the contents right there at the door. He swung open the door, looking at me as if I had lost my mind.

“Cyn, what the hell are you doing here?”

“Just dropping your shit off.”

“Look, Cyn, I don’t know what the fuck has gotten into you lately, but you’re starting to piss me off,” he said. I just knew this motherfucker had lost his damn mind, cussing at me, but I didn’t have the time or the patience to play his game. I started to make my way inside of the doorway, but he stepped in front of me. I could see a figure moving around in the house, and I looked back at his scandalous ass.

“Are you serious, Eric? You think I’m one of those airhead bitches you were used to dealing with? Who you got in there?”

“Look, Cyn, go ahead with that shit. You seriously got some issues. Take your ass on home.”

“You can stop creeping and making excuses as to why you can’t spend time with me. I know you got another bitch, whose car is that parked behind yours?” He closed the door behind him and stepped outside, so we could talk.

“Cyn, you don’t know what you’re talking about; that’s from next door.” I looked at him with a funny expression plastered on my face.

“Well, if that’s the case, why are we standing out here talking? You’re standing here, treating me as if I’m some type of stranger. You know what, fuck you! I’m sick of your tired, sorry ass excuses, so check this, I will make the decision for you. Fuck you, I’m done!” I said. I turned to walk away as he tried to grab my arm, but I quickly snatched it away and told him go take care of his little company.

“Wait! Cyn, listen. We need to talk,” he said. Ha, I laughed out loud and I walked to my car as I taunted him, “Now you want to talk? Go fuck yourself, Eric!” I got in my car and turned up my radio and I couldn’t believe what was playing, Big Sean’s, “I Don’t Fuck with You.”

This song played at just the right moment.

****

Twenty-five minutes later, I was pulling into the parking lot at the mall. It was awfully crowded, and it took me over five minutes to find a parking spot. Once I got into a spot, I looked in the mirror to fix my hair and made sure my lip gloss was popping. I turned the engine off and got out of the car. As I was walking towards the entrance, I heard my phone ringing. I was digging in my bag, trying to retrieve my phone, and I bumped into this handsome ass man. He was 6 foot two, had pecan brown skin, and he was about two hundred and twenty pounds of thick muscles. He was sporting a low-cut fade, topped with dimples, and had a goatee with a thin moustache. He kind of reminded of Lamman Rucker. He dropped his bags, and I bent down to help him pick up the bags. When I glanced up into his eyes, I became mesmerized. I didn’t hear much of anything he was saying. I snapped out of my trance to hear him ask if I was all right. I mumbled a quick, “Yes, I apologize. I wasn’t paying attention.” I handed him the bags I picked up for him.

“Thank you” he responded, as he took his bags. I just felt like a complete fool because I was staring at him as he smiled with a perfect set of teeth. He extended his hand out to introduce himself.

“Hi, I’m Jonathan, and you are?” Shaking his hand, I told him my name was Cynthia.

“Well, Cynthia, it’s a pleasure to have bumped into such beautiful woman such as yourself.” I couldn’t help but turn my head as I felt my face get hot from blushing. “Don’t turn away, you have such a beautiful smile.”

“Thank you, Jonathan,” I replied. I couldn’t believe I was standing in the parking lot, holding a conversation with such a fine ass man. As if he could read my mind. He continued, “Why don’t we get out of this parking lot? If you give me second, I can run these bags to my car.” I nodded my head, and as I stood there on the sidewalk waiting for him to return, my phone rang again. I finally located it, and I instantly pressed the ignore button; it was Eric’s dumb ass. I wasn’t in a mood to talk now. I couldn’t believe after weeks of trying to talk him, he suddenly somehow found the time for me. He called right back, and this time, I placed my phone on silent. I was about to enjoy the rest of the day with a handsome ass man. How did the saying go, “The way to get over one man is to get under another”? Well, I was going to do just that.

I couldn’t help but lust after Jonathan as he walked back towards me. He had this swag about him, and it was sexy. When he got back to me, he took my hand.

“Ready?” he asked.

We walked around the mall as if we had been together for years, just talking and laughing. When I went in Victoria Secret’s, he purchased my stuff, pulling out his American Express card. “As long as we’re out together, I got this,” he explained. We walked around Macy’s, and he got two pairs of shoes and three outfits. Afterwards, we had lunch at the Cheesecake Factory. I enjoyed being in his company and getting to know him. He owned his own accounting firm, plus, he was a realtor on the side, with a couple of buildings under his belt. So, he wasn’t hurting for anything. After exchanging phone numbers, we made plans to hook up tomorrow evening for dinner. We gathered my bags and walked back to my car. After placing my bags in the trunk, Jonathan opened my door for me. Before getting in, he placed a kiss on my cheek and closed the door for me. I rolled down my window and waved bye as I pulled off. Today turned out to be an awesome day. I couldn’t seem to stop thinking about Jonathan. Just the thought of him sent chills up my spine. While we were talking, he made sure to mention that he had no kids, which meant no baby mama drama. His ex-had moved away to Paris with her new husband. So, that meant there was no crazy ass, stalker chicks to harass my ass.

****

When I got home, there was an envelope taped to my door. I snatched it down and made my way into the house. I dropped all of my bags in the foyer and ran for the bathroom. Thank the heavens there was a bathroom downstairs; otherwise, I would have never made it all of the way upstairs. Once I finished, I gathered all of my bags and headed upstairs. I put everything away and decided to run myself a bath. As I was taking my clothes off, I grabbed my phone from my bag. I had seventeen missed calls, ten text messages, and some voicemails. I wasn’t too concerned in reading any of the messages or in listening to the voicemails. All of them were from Eric. I found all of this to be hilarious because now he had the time to blow up my phone and to send text messages I wanted months ago. It was a little too late for his shenanigans. Walking into the bathroom, I started stripping out of my clothes. I stopped in front the mirror, examining my gorgeous body. Who in their right mind could give all this up? I wondered, but it just kept messing with my mind as to what—or who—made Eric lose interest.

Sitting in the tub, I dozed off and was awaken by these hands playing with my honey pot. The feelings I felt were long overdue. I could hear myself moaning, and then I felt a pair of lips sucking on my nipples. He then worked his way up to my neck and my earlobes, but his fingers never left from deep inside of me. I started rotating my hips on his fingers, feeling an orgasm coming on. He just kept fingering me without speaking a word. The smell of Creed IV cologne was driving me crazy. I screamed out with pleasure, as those magical fingers bought me to a much-needed orgasm. When I finally opened my eyes, I realized I was all alone. I couldn’t help but laugh as I realized it was all a dream. Damn! I thought to myself, Bitch you need some, and real quick; I was tripping. I was past being horny. Those damn toys and these vibrators weren’t cutting it. I needed the touch of a man. As I got out of the tub, drying myself off, I couldn’t help thinking of Jonathan and his succulent lips, licking and sucking all over me. I thought of him holding me down and finger-fucking my honey pot. This was the perfect moment for Usher’s song, “U Got it Bad”.

When I walked out of the bathroom, I heard my house alarm chirping, and someone closed the front door. I jumped back into the bathroom and closed the door. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and Eric’s dumb ass was calling out my name. As his footsteps got closer to the bathroom, I swung the door open and scared the shit out of him.

“What the hell are you doing here, Eric?”

“Well, since I couldn’t get you on the phone or get any response to the text messages, I came over. You could at least answer my text messages, Cyn.” I just stood there, wrapped in my towel, looking at him sideways.

“Is that what your ass thinks I should have done, Eric? Well, Eric, we could have had this talk over three weeks ago. So, please get out my face with that bull. Think of all those text messages and phone calls I made to your ass that went unanswered. Now you want to talk?” I let out a loud ass laugh because I couldn’t believe he would say some shit like that.

“Eric, first let me say this, hand me my keys, then take your ass back down those stairs because you are not welcomed up in here anymore, and you can kiss my ass.” I stood there with my hand out, as he rolled his eyes like some little bitch, slamming my keys in my hand.

“Cyn, if I go down those steps, I’m walking out of that front door and never coming back,” he threatened.

“Well, make sure the doorknob doesn’t hit you where the good Lord split you. You are not hurting my feelings. We’re done!”

He turned around and walked down the steps, mumbling some real offensive shit and calling me every name except a Child of God. He slammed the door behind him.

“Don’t slam my damn door!” I yelled, as if he could hear me.