Read Stripping Asjiah II Online
Authors: Sa'Rese Thompson.
C J was beaming on his drive home. Tonight had been perfect.
Any other time he had been around her she would act uptight or as if being near him irritated her but after the first few doctors appointments she had began to loosen up. And tonight, well tonight reminded him of Miami, tonight reminded him of how they used to be in school, how it was when they first met. Tonight there was laughter, they held hands, kissed.
She kissed him.
He hadn‟t touched her lips; felt her since she had gotten pregnant. And all of a sudden she was kissing him, he was holding her, and time stood still.
Was it possible that she had found a way to put the past behind them?
Whatever it was, regardless of how she had reached her decision he planned on doing right by her and his son. He would be there for everything, the delivery, first words, first steps; he was even excited about changing diapers.
Getting out of the car, he approached the side door pausing at the rustling noise he heard in the bushes behind him. At first he thought it was some kind of small animal but then he heard breathing.
He placed his key in the lock just as the intruders shadow caught the light but it was too late. Their arms were already around his throat.
“Did you miss me baby?” Corey laughed as her lips brushed against his neck.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“I came to see you of course,” She sauntered into the foyer behind him and sat down at the kitchen table. “You‟ve been gone for quite some time now, where have you been all day?”
“With A‟,” CJ stood against the refrigerator with his head leaning against the freezer. He was anxious to come home and go to bed so he could drift off to sleep and live in the dream of him and Asjiah being a family. However, for the moment, he was staring at Corey who clearly failed to acknowledge that their time together was over.
“So you finally talked her into having an abortion? Is her little bastard dead now?”
“Nah, I didn‟t talk her into anything, and that little bastard is my son; Asjiah‟s having my son.”
Corey‟s heart went up in flames as she listened to the admiration in his voice. His eyes were filled with promise and hers with tears.
“How could you do this to me CJ? I loved you, I still love you. You told me we were gonna be together, you told me that you and that bitch were done! That as soon as you got back from Miami, you would tell her it was over! You lied to me!”
“Well, things changed.”
She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and tried to stop herself from crying. “You‟re gonna want me back Christian. When you‟re tired of shitty diapers, when you get tired of him crying, when she chooses Similac over semen, you‟ll want me back.”
“Get out Corey.”
“When she‟s too tired to have sex and can‟t stay awake long enough to suck your dick, you‟ll want me back!”
Corey got up from her chair and walked towards him. “Asjiah‟s a girl, playing a grown woman‟s game. It‟s not too late to walk away from her. If you want a baby,” She rubbed the front of his jeans smiling as she felt him harden, “we can always make one.”
“Is that right?” CJ aggressively shoved her against the counter and began kissing her roughly on the lips. “So you want to have my baby Corrine? Is that what you want?”
“Yes.”
“What about what I want?” Unbuckling his belt, Corey tried to free him of his restraints.
“Anything, I‟ll give you anything baby, just tell me what it is.”
“Anything?”
The intermittent tapping of her button dancing across the floor seemed to heighten their intensity as he ripped open her shirt. He squeezed her breasts one by one biting her nipples until they became hard between his lips.
Corey screamed in delight as he teased her with the tip of his raw penis flirting with the act of entering her.
“Tell me baby, what do you want?”
The warmth of her body was too much to resist as he slid himself inside of her, “I want…” then back out again “you to leave.”
“What?” Her eyes were half closed and her body was still in shock as she tried to decipher what was going on.
CJ walked into the bathroom, got a wet wipe for himself then handed one to Corey.
“Here, clean yourself up then get out.” Fastening his pants, he patiently waited for her to comply.
“Are you fucking serious right now? This is how you treat me, like I‟m some kind of hoe?”
CJ tried not to laugh as he watched her fumble with her clothes. There was no doubt in his mind that he was making the right choice.
She was all for Asjiah having an abortion, now she so willingly offered up her uterus because she thought that it was going to keep him. She didn‟t really want a child; she wanted whatever would keep him away from Asjiah.
He knew she would be a good mother, after tonight he was certain that whatever problems they had experienced before was over but first he needed to eliminate what had caused all their issues in the first place.
“You‟re moving too slow.”
“Get your fucking hands off of me!” Struggling, Corey snatched away from him as he ushered her towards the door.
“Goodbye Corrine.”
“Wait, wait! I know this isn‟t you talking; you just need time to think things over, you think you need to be with her just because she‟s having your baby, but you don‟t, I know you love me Christian.”
“Drive safe.”
The door closed in her face and the darkness enveloped her. Why was this happening? Why was he turning his back on her after everything they had been through? Corey got in her car and began to drive home but instead of feeling sorry for herself, instead of getting upset, she smiled. She smiled because she suddenly had an epiphany. She knew what she had to do in order to get him back, she knew what she needed to do to make him love her again and the thought of it brought her joy.
Snow fell from the sky in delicate flurries that appeared to dance a romantic Waltz with the wind.
I had only seen Keyshia once since her release but that was in passing with a wave and a promise to call each other later. My interaction with Danielle was business oriented so unless she was talking money, we didn‟t really speak. Factor in me being five months pregnant, going to the doctor, and spending quality time with CJ and Grandmame, I really didn‟t have time in my schedule for girls night out.
But today none of that was a problem, CJ was out of town, I had the day off from Next, things were running smoothly on Caleb‟s end and Grandma-me practically kicked me out so she could make preparations for little pooh.
I wasn‟t due until April but she had already started preparing the room adjacent to mine. I knew it made her happy so I left her and Bear at home while I went to Danielle‟s house for dinner.
I rang the bell that corresponded with her apartment then knelt down to wipe a smudge off my wheat Timberlands. I decided to wear grey sweatpants that read Abercrombie across the butt, and a white long sleeved thermal. My hair was in a neat ponytail and aside from the gold cross that adorned my neck, I looked pretty plain.
I allowed my nose to lead me down the hall towards the smell of bananas and fresh peaches.
“What‟s up?”
There was a faint scar on her face from where the doctor‟s had given her stitches and had I not seen her in the ICU myself, I wouldn‟t have known anything happened to her. The weight she had lost while being hooked up to a feeding tube had resurfaced around her waistline and her current weave of choice was a honey blonde, wavy, shoulder length sew in.
“You look amazing.”
“And you look like Rudolph.”
We laughed as she poked fun at the bright red color of my face caused by the frigid temperatures outside.
After taking my coat off, I hugged her then followed her into the kitchen where Danielle was hard at work. She gave us fried plantains to snack on while she put the finishing touches on dinner which would be Berenjena con Vinagreta.
“Oh my God, you‟re so cute.”
Danielle wiped her hands on the towel that hung over her shoulder then reached out to rub my stomach. “Mira, the baby kicked!”
Her excitement made me smile. “That‟s because he smells all this food in here, he‟s hungry.”
“He,” Both girls replied in unison and waited for me to confirm.
“Yes, it‟s a boy.”
They fired questions at me about names, colors, clothes, whether or not I would pierce his ear, amongst other things until Danielle realized the stove was still on allowing me to retreat.
“Where‟s the bathroom?
“Down the hall and to the right, you can use the one in my room.”
I wasn‟t sure how long their arrangement was for but judging from the looks of things Keyshia had gotten pretty comfortable.
I washed my hands and tried to disregard the lubricant and the double sided dildo sitting next to the sink. I guess those weeks spent in the hospital had made her horny and she had resorted to other methods of satisfying herself.
I couldn‟t knock it because I had never tried it, masturbating that is;I‟ve heard that it‟s amazing if you know what you‟re doing, I just never saw the point in putting my fingers somewhere a man could have his tongue or dick. In my opinion, a toy was a poor substitute to a warm, hard body, but hey, to each his own.
If plastic would keep her from backsliding into the bullshit she was on last summer,then she could buy all the fake penis‟s she wanted. Shit, I‟d buy her toys too.
As I walked back into the living room I tried not to pay attention to the way she was standing behind Danielle at the counter; similar to how CJ stands behind me or like one would when they kiss the back of someone‟s neck. Their mannerisms were too “friendly” too touchy feely, something about them was off.
I took a seat in front of one of the plates Danielle had creatively garnished.
“This is really good, no wonder your hips look like that.”
Keyshia affectionately placed her hand over Danielle‟s, “she keeps me well fed.”
There it was again.
I knew I wasn‟t misreading it that time. Images of the pink dildo flashed in my mind. Were they using that on each other?
I took a few sips of water hoping it would wash away the perverse images but it ended up going down the wrong pipe.
What the fuck was going on here?
“Asjiah are you okay?”
Coughing I nodded my head. I got up from the table and walked around the room holding my arms in the air; someone told me that worked when one was choking. Just as I thought things couldn‟t get any weirder I saw his picture.
Picking up the frame I turned back towards the girls.
“Who is this?”
Keyshia chuckled as if I had delivered a punch line for a joke.
Yes, I knew who the boy in the photo was but I wanted to know who he was to Danielle and if Keyshia realized what she had walked into.
“That‟s my boyfriend Mike.”
I looked from Keyshia back to Danielle then back to Keyshia trying to understand what was going on. Was I the only one who thought it ironic to have fucked him last summer, end up with his girlfriend by your bedside, and now you‟re living in their house? Where the fuck they do that at?
“Keyshia does she know that…”
“Yes.”
“So you told her and…”
“Yes.”
“Well not exactly.” Danielle chimed in grinning at Keyshia while some secret moment passed between them.
My words had become a series of broken sentences, I couldn‟t figure out what to say or how to say it.
“So…?”
Danielle placed her hand on Keyshia‟s thigh, “Everybody‟s cool.”
I didn‟t know what she was implying by “cool” but I wasn‟t going to inquire any further.
This was a prime example as to why I didn‟t venture outside of my bubble. Too much freaky shit happened when I did.
T he pain was excruciating, every inch of his body was on fire. He was becoming delirious, mumbling incoherent vulgarities refusing to beg them for mercy.
He was no stranger to pain, he had been shot and stabbed before, but nothing came close to the feeling of having someone dig underneath your fingernails with a piece of sharpened plastic and rip off your nail beds.
For days they tortured him, freely entering his cell as if they shared living quarters. Where were the guards? Why wasn‟t any one stopping this?
He should‟ve known better than to trust Angel, he should‟ve recognized game and knew that he wouldn‟t just let him get away after committing such blatant acts of disrespect. But he was too consumed with greed to see that he was bargaining with the devil.
Jealousy had blinded him, enabling him to see only what was in front of him, tunnel vision so to speak; and as the cell began to fade in and out of focus, he prayed for his sight even though that had been taken away the minute Angel cut his eyelids off.
Trapped in an abyss of darkness he was unable to see them as they entered what had become his tomb. Deaths footsteps approached him seductively, stopping within inches of his face sucking his life into its lungs, exhaling the stench of an expired soul into his.
Angel struggled to speak as tears fell from his face. “I would‟ve done anything for you.”
Gabrielle stood in the corner, noiselessly hurting for
his friend. He thought about all the things that Angel had told him, the few times that he had opened up and shared memories of his past, the brief glimpses of happiness he allowed him to see. But all of that was overshadowed with the loss of his mother, the absence of his father, the guilt he carried for not being able to keep his sister from being raped, the beatings; he had been through so much at such a young age, it was enough to drive anyone crazy and as he looked into his eyes, it was obvious that he was going mad.
“For the past eleven years I‟ve been walking around like a corpse, empty, emotionless, cold but I‟ve finally realized what I‟m missing.”
The shrill sound of LT‟s scream reverberated throughout the chamber threatening to break through the fabric that was stuffed in his mouth. Blood gushed from his body covering Angel‟s hands then dripping onto the floor.
Gabrielle had never feared his friend, but in that horrific moment as he watched him hold his cousins beating heart, for the first time, he was afraid.
Danielle and Keyshia about their little ménage a displayed my disinterest. They sipped Pinot giggling like school girls as they told stories of the pleasures they gave each other while I drank hot chocolate and ate churros.
I was getting sleepy and I wanted nothing more than to go home and get in the bed. Yawning, I stretched lazily and began to gather my things just as the alcohol was festering in Keyshia‟s blood giving her the courage she needed to say what was on her mind.