Tears on My Pillow (13 page)

January 10
th
2014

Friday

Jakari

     I haven’t heard anything from Qia really. She did leave me a plate of spaghetti the other night so maybe that is a good thing. I was hoping for more but I guess she isn’t ready yet. I am getting more nervous by the day because it doesn’t seem as though we have gotten any closer today than we were on Sunday when she came back. Now the deadline is approaching and I am bracing for the worst. I really don’t even feel like getting out of bed but I guess I will pull myself up long enough to check my email and see if Lance has heard anything.

     I stand up to go and slip on my white gym shorts. I go to the bathroom to brush my teeth when my head starts spinning. I steady myself and make it to the bathroom. I manage to brush my teeth but end up having to repeat the process because I throw up. Damn I have to slow up on that Blue. I just need something to help me relax and take the edge off. This has been the longest week of my life and it still isn’t over. I don’t want Johnnie Walker to become my permanent companion but at this point it’s looking like a strong possibility.

     I wash my face and grab my laptop out of the bedroom. I drag myself into the kitchen and turn on the tea kettle so I can make myself some coffee. I hope I have something from Lance clearing me to come back to work. This is definitely some straight bullshit. I attempt to log into my work email but get a message telling me that my account is locked and to contact my administrator. I slam the laptop closed shut off the coffee pot and grab my scotch companion Mr. Blue and head into the living room. I guess now I will have to wait for Lance to contact me via phone to let me know what is going on. I can’t believe this shit.

     I need to talk to my brother. Hopefully he is willing to talk to me. I fill my glass and drink half of it before placing it on the coffee table and filling it back up. I hear my phone ringing in the bedroom so I sprint down the hall to my bedroom to answer it. The whole way there I am hoping it is Qia saying that she will never leave me and we can work on our marriage. I get to it just before it is getting ready to go to voicemail
“Hello”
I answer sounding a little bit winded.

     “Damn was you fucking or something because you sounding all out of breath nigga?”
Qisha continues without waiting for my response.
“I need to come and get Ma’s precious punch bowl. Are you home because I called Qia but she didn’t answer?”

     “Yea, Qisha I’ll be here.”
I respond while walking back up to the living room feeling disappointed.

     “Alrighty. I will be by there in an hour or so.”

     “Fine”
I say and hang up the phone. I go back and sit on the couch and text Chan.

How are you?

      I take a sip from my glass

I’m good. You?

Going through hell over here.

What’s up?

Azia and this other chick Kelly filed complaints on me at RU.

     I take a bigger sip from my glass

For real?!

Yup!

Who is Kelly?

You don’t even want to know.

     I finish what is in my glass and fill it back up

You’re right I don’t. What is Azia’s complaint?

Straight bullshit…I was requiring sex for better grades.

Wow!!! What did Lance say?

I’m suspended until further notice.

     I empty the whole glass with one tilt of the head

Damn.

Have you talked to Qia?

Yes. Have you told her about the suspension?

No she told me she doesn’t want to talk to me until Sunday when she lets me know if she is divorcing me or not.

     I fill my glass back up and drink half of it in one gulp

Got Dammit! You just getting hit this week, huh?

Hit is an understatement.

I’m sorry this is happening to you but you made your bed.

You’re right about that. Has Qia given you any indication that she is going to give me a second chance?

No.

     I drink what is left in my glass and fill it back up for the fourth time and take a sip. I swirl the liquor around in the glass. I spill a little of it on the rug and I laugh like it’s the best thing that has happened to me all week. I get up to go to the bathroom and that’s when it hits me that I am fucked up. The room is spinning a little and I am very unsteady on my feet.
“Jakari nigga you’re drunk!”
I say out loud and can hear how badly I am slurring my words. I stagger to the bathroom and begin to urinate when I hear the bell sounding.
“I’m com….ming!
I yell out as if the person at the door can hear me.

     I make it to the door and open it. I lean on the door and stare at Qisha.
“Hey Jakari! I’m here to get the bowl.”

     “Ahhh…shiiiitt. Come on innnnnn.”
I say and wave her in almost causing myself to fall over. I laugh once I regain my balance.

     “Jakari yo ass is drunk as hell!” What are you doing sitting here drinking in the middle of the day?
Why aren’t you at work anyway?”
Qisha says turning around and looking at me as she heads to the kitchen.

     “I’m on a little mandatory vacation baby. It’ssssss all gra...vyyy.”
Qisha shakes her head and her blond locks fling around as she moves her head. Through my drunken stupor Qisha looks good as hell. Her big ass, wide hips, and big titties got a nigga tightening up. I watch her ass sway into the kitchen and I go in the other direction to the living room. I sit down on the couch when Qisha calls my name
“Jakari”

     “I’m in heeere Qish!”
I slur back.

     “Do you know where the bowl is? I don’t see it.”
She says as she steps up in front of me.

“Ummm….let me seeeeeeeee. You are cuuutee.”
Isay as
I attempt to get up by pulling on Qisha’s shirt and we both fall back on the couch. She lands on top of me and my face lands in between her titties. She looks down at me as I look up at her and before I know it we are kissing. The physical touch from her feels so good right now. I am sure it is because of my drunkenness and the fact that I am horny as hell so I push her away.
“Qish…aaaa you know this wrong. Get on up girl.”

     She is holding on to the back of the sofa with her legs straddling me so my push doesn’t do much. She leans down and attempts to lock lips with me again but I turn my head. This doesn’t deter her though because she just goes down to my neck and begins to suck on it causing my dick to jump.
“Ummm Jay your mouth is saying one thing but that dick is saying another baby.”

     I didn’t even realize it but she already had her hand inside my gym shorts stroking my dick. I open my mouth to protest but she has already slid down on her knees and is deep throating my rod. That shit starts to feel so good that I just lay my head back and let my hands fall to my side. I look down at her
“Qishaaa stoooop….p…p…please”
I manage to protest weakly. She looks up at me with those blue eyes and continues to cover my rigid muscle with her warm wet mouth.

     She takes my dick out of her mouth and begins stroking me from my shaft to my helmet twisting her wrist a little on the up stroke.
“J please I have been wanting to fuck you since I was a kid. I promise I won’t ever tell.”
She begs before she goes back to sucking the hell out of my dick. She stands up and bends down so that she can continue sucking my dick as she removes her jeans and panties. I’m so drunk that all I can think of is this bitch is deep throating me with no hands and it feels spectacular.

     “Damn Qisss…”
I whisper as she slides her hot pussy down my dick. She is riding me slow and steady.

     “Ooooh….Jakari baby. Your dick feels even better than I imagined it would. Ummmm….fuck me Jay!”
As she continues to move up and down, up and down she removes her shirt freeing her double D’s. Them motherfucker’s look so pretty that I begin massaging them. I stimulate her nipples with my thumbs, which causes her to pounce even harder on my dick allowing it to plunge deep inside of her. I grab her hips trying to slow her pace because I am about to bust.

     “Qisha I’m bout to cum get up!”

     “I’m on the pill Jay. Just lay back and let me fuck you please.”
By the time she finishes her sentence I am already pounding back into her.
“YES! YES! YES! FUCK Yes! Jay give it to me please. Please Jay I need this! Damn Jakariiiiiii! Ahh man I love this dick.”
I lay my head back on the sofa and prepare for my much needed nut. I grip her hips with both hands as she begins to move her hips in a circular motion and I feel her walls tighten around my dick.

January 10
th
2014

Friday

Qia

     I am so thankful for today because I am able to sit at my desk and relax. My students are working on their experiments in the lab so I am not lecturing. I need this free time. The past week has been more than stressful!  My conversation with Tiffani has stayed in the forefront of my mind. I agree that I love Jakari and that he deserves another chance. Hell, I'm not perfect either.

     I knew Jakari was a player when I met him and I trusted that he had changed and honestly the way he made me feel I believed I was the only one. Even though he was cheating with other woman he still took the time on a daily basis to make me feel loved and special. There was never a day where I felt like he was rushing me because he had some place else he would rather be or a day when he seemed like I wasn’t a priority for him. Now I refuse to play the fool for Jay but I don't think I am ready to give up on him just yet.

     I excuse myself from class and walk downstairs to Jakari's office but it is dark and locked up tight. I don't know what his new schedule is or if he is still located in the same classroom so I turn around and head back to my classroom. On my way back to my class I see Dean Bradford.
"Good afternoon Qia."

     "Good afternoon Dean. Have you seen Jakari?"
I ask and slow down as I await his response.

     "Ahhh I believe he has today off."
He says and continues pass me.

     "Okay, thank you." I say over my shoulder. Damn I really feel out of the loop. My husband has the day off and I don't even know. I think this week has been harder on my husband than it has on me. I have never seen him passed out drunk before until recently so I know he is stressed. He probably just took the day off to regroup and sober up.

     I walk in my classroom and the clock on the rear wall catches my attention. "Alright class you have ten minutes before the end of class. Go ahead and wrap up what you are currently working on and we will pick up from this point tomorrow." I put on my coat and button it up. I pack up my brief case and pick my cell up off my desk. I dial the first 6 numbers of Jakari's cell number and then change my mind about calling him. I put my phone in my coat pocket and think to myself I will just go home and surprise him. I smile thinking how good it is going to feel to be in his arms tonight. I shiver a little thinking about how great it is going to feel when we make love. I lick my lips thinking about how I am going to swallow every inch of him. Shit I might even call off on Monday and make him do the same so we can have a long weekend to make up for lost time.

     I step out of the school and notice that it is snowing heavily. I pray that I don’t slip on the snow in these damn heels and continue to hurry to my car. I get in rushing my car to warm up because I can’t wait to get home. I turn the windshield wipers on to clear the snow that has settled on my windshield. I turn on the defrost and sit for about three more minutes until the front windshield is clear. I pull out of the parking space feeling like I have made the right decision and anticipating the weekend ahead.

     I finally make it home after what seemed to be a never ending ride. It normally takes me about fifteen minutes to get to and from the school but with this snow storm it took me twice as long. I pull into the drive way and raise my eyebrow when I see Qisha’s car in the driveway. I wonder what she is doing over here and then shake my head thinking something probably happened with Darrin last night. He is good for disappearing on Thursday because that is his pay day.

     I guess she came over to vent since I hadn’t really been answering the phone this week. She knows what time I normally get home from work so she is just inside waiting for me. I hope Jakari didn’t run his     mouth and tell her what went on at the party. He is normally pretty private so I doubt he did but with all the stress he is under I can’t be sure. I slip and slide up to my front door and put my key in the lock. I open the door and take my five inch Prada heels off before stepping into the house on my cream carpet. I pick my shoes up with my left hand and remove my keys from the lock with my right. I close the front door. I place my shoes on the matt next to the door and take a right into my office to put my briefcase down and remove my coat. After putting down my briefcase, I pick up the vase full of beautiful blue roses and decide to bring them with me to tell Jakari thank you. We weren’t speaking when he surprised me with them so I hadn’t given him a proper thank you but now would be the perfect time to do that. I hear a noise as I am getting ready to take my coat off. I quickly turn around and I forget all about taking my coat off. I walk back out into the hallway and I stop dead in my tracks when I hear a female voice moaning
“O!... O….! O! Lawd it feels so good.”

     I know these two fools ain’t in here watching no porn together. I mean I know we haven’t had sex in a while but there is no universe where this would be acceptable. It sounds like the noise is coming from the living room so I quickly walk in that direction. I get to the threshold and damn near throw up.

     It seems like the scene happening before me is playing out in slow motion. Qisha, my sister, is going up and down, up and down on top of Jakari ,my husband’s dick. His hands are gripping her white ass. The ride must be feeling incredible for her because she throws her head back causing her blond hair to hang down her back and bounce around her big ass. She screams
“Yes daddy! I am cumming!”
Jakari’s head is laid back on the sofa and he has his eyes closed like this is the best pussy he has ever had.

     I briefly notice the empty bottle of Johnnie Walker on the table. I throw the vase up against the wall behind the couch they are fucking on and leap across the room. I grab a hand full of her blond locks and wrap them around my fist. I yank her backwards, off of my husband, and drag her naked ass off the end of the couch and attempt to throw her onto the floor, but she lands hard on top of the coffee table instead. Glass shatters everywhere. She screams out and rolls onto her side. I can see the glass sticking out of her back and her arms.  In my rage I walk closer to her and I kick her in the back. I stomp on her side a couple of times hoping to crack a fucking rib or two. I follow those with a stomp on her stomach. I then jump on top of her. I can feel the glass stabbing me in my knees but right now I don’t give a fuck. I pound her pale face into a bloody mess. As I pull my arm back to punch her in the face again, I hear my husband’s drunk ass yell, “Kuh….ahh….shiiiit…kuh….kuh….QIA!!
QIA STOP!! You fuq…kin killin her
!”

     The next thing I know Jakari has wrapped his strong arms around my waist and pulls me up in the air off of Qisha. I swing wildly behind me and manage to connect with his face a couple of times before he lets me go.
“QIA! Please calm down”
he has the nerve to say as he stands there naked with his dick wet once again.

     I am crying by this point as I realize what has just happened.
“Jakari I came home to tell you that I love you and I want to work things out! I am such a fucking fool! So how long have you been fucking my sister?!”
Before he can even answer, I spin around and slap the piss out of Qisha who has just gotten to her feet.

     I turn to Jakari and scream
“FUCK YOU!”
I turn back to Qisha and back slap her one more time across the mouth. She falls to the ground holding her face and crying. I couldn’t care less about this trifling bitch I hope the glass literally cuts her naked ass maybe that will slow down her riding game. I run past Jakari and out the front door.