Fitness 4Play: One Night Stand (Novel 1) (8 page)

"Oh ok. I understand baby. That's just part
of the job requirements of a registered nurse." This isn't the
first time Lucy had to back out of plans or leave abruptly. Since
she is a registered nurse, she is on-call most of the time.
Sometimes, I just want to chuck her phone into the Mississippi
River.

"Ok. Are you mad at me Devin?" Lucy asks in a
sweet, womanly tone. She's aware of my disappointment but I'm an
understanding man. Besides, when she uses her 'baby tone', it's
difficult to be upset with her.

"No Lucy. I'm not mad at you. I was looking
forward to introducing you to my pops though."

"I know. Hopefully, I can meet him soon. Tell
him I said hi and congratulations on defeating his addiction. Also,
tell your mother I said hi."

"I will baby. Well, hopefully, I'll get to
see you later."

"You will. Lucy can't stay away from her man
for long."

Her comment made me grin like a kid at Chucky
Cheese.

"Okay. Imma hold you to that pretty lady." I
gush.

"Ok handsome man. Well I love you and will
see you later."

"Aight. Love you too." I hang up the
phone.

Well it appears I will be stepping in the
party minus my beautiful, sultry girlfriend on my arm. I'm still
happy to go celebrate dad's newfound sobriety with the family.

***

(Al Wilson "Show and Tell" playing
in the background)

I arrived at mom's house for dad's party.
Mama Banks got the old school music blasting like it is 1975. Most
of my aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends of the family came to
celebrate Larry's new lease on life. My dad was wearing a
long-sleeve checked plaid flannel shirt and blue jeans. His
appearance is healthier than our previous encounter at Lakeside. I
greet him, my mother and everyone else who is in attendance. I
barely (or do not) remember some of these people. Yet, they
converse with me as if we hanged out yesterday. That is a Southern
black folks gathering for you.

My Uncle Teddy gives me a hug. His grey
goatee grazes my forehead. He sports a 3-piece charcoal-colored
suit, gray Alligator shoes and with a chrome Geneva watch. I hope
to dress at least half as sharp when reaching his age! It's been
awhile since I last seen my favorite uncle. A woman who had to be
in her late 30s-mid 40s stood beside him. "I guess this is his
wife-to-be. Not bad," I thought to myself while examining her from
head to toe. She is about 5"3 and weighs about 135lbs with
shoulder-length braids. The sunlight shimmers on her golden-brown
skin tone. She rather reminds me of Pam Grier in her heyday. My
uncle always had exquisite taste in women. I'm still stunned he is
getting hitched. Uncle Teddy use to have a woman for every day of
the week.

"Hey Devin! You are looking good as always. I
want you to meet my fiancé, Taylor." said Uncle Teddy. His fiancé
turns in my direction and we exchange a friendly hug.

"Hello Devin. It's nice to meet you. I see
handsomeness runs in the family." Taylor said. She flashes a smile
that could light up downtown. Uncle Teddy appears to found a
keeper.

"Aw. You know I'm too dark-skinned to blush.
Thanks for the compliment. You are very beautiful yourself." We all
laugh.

"No problem. Thank you as well." Taylor
responds, chuckling.

"Well I'm glad ya'll were finally able to
meet. Anyway, honey, I need to rap with my nephew for a second. Can
you go get me something to drink, please?" my uncle asks
Taylor.

"Sure baby." Taylor kisses my uncle on the
jaw and goes to get him a drink. As she walks away, my uncle and I
stare at her like a model on the runaway.

I turn to him. "Wow unc! Where did you find
her? She is niiice!" I said.

Honestly, nephew…Facebook."

My eyes widen as far as possible. I couldn't
believe his answer. On numerous occasions, I urged my uncle to try
online dating. He thought it wouldn't work for him and preferred to
meet women on the street. How ironic the woman who is making him a
"one woman man" came via cyberspace. Knowing my advice led to the
discovery of his soul mate warms my soul. It's the least I could do
considering all of the advice he's given me over the years
regarding women.

"Wow! So you finally decided to heed my
advice, huh?"

"Yep. I did. I saw Taylor on a mutual
friend's Facebook page last year. I messaged her and the rest is
history."

"Ok. Well congrats on y'all union. Ya'll look
good together."

"Thanks. I appreciate it nephew. So I heard
I'm not the only one who is trading in his player card. Your mother
told me all about her. So where is Ms. Lucy today?" my uncle asks.
He begins scanning around.

"Actually, she couldn't make it. She got
called into work."

"Aw. That sucks. I wanted to meet her. She
sounds like a keeper so don't mess it up. You remember what I
always told you, right?"

"Yes unc. I remember. One quality female
trumps ten chickenheads."

"Ok. This is Memphis so there are plenty of
chickenheads clucking around a fly guy like you. You got a good
woman by your side now. So be careful."

"Yes sir. I will." My Uncle Teddy gave me a
hug and walked over to where his fiancé sat.

After he left, I went inside to use the
bathroom. Afterwards, I decided to check out my old bedroom. Every
so often, I like going into my old bedroom. It is pure nostalgia
whenever I step foot in the room. Nothing changed since I left for
college. I guess my mama doesn't want to change a thing. I'm still
her baby, no matter how old I get.

I lay down on my old bed and close my eyes.
Thoughts about how far come and where I want to go flutter. Fitness
4Play is a dope idea for a business. I just don't want to fuck it
up. The success of this business can help put me in a better
financial situation. As I continue to wallow in my own thoughts, a
soft hand touches my crotch.

The hand massages the area. The pleasurable
sensation causes my dick to enlarge. Lucy suspenseful self strikes
again! I had no idea she would got off of work to attend the party.
Now she is enticing me in my mama's house. I love it!

As I attempt to open my eyes, her hand covers
them. "Oh. So you want to play Ms. Dominatrix at my mama's crib,
huh? Well have it your way baby," I said, seductively. Lucy says
nothing. It is odd because she usually got a snappy comeback to my
sensual lingo. I guess she is in another mode today.

She quickly ties a blindfold around my head.
Her lips gently connect with my neck followed by my chest. The
sweetness of her perfume oozes from her as she climbs on top of me.
The warmth of her pussy goes beyond her clothes. I attempt to
caress her body but she thwarts my attempt.

"Whatttt? Somebody is in a domineering mood
today. Well do your thing Lucy Goosy."

She hops off me for several seconds.
Returning between my hips, she scoots up on my face. Her thighs are
between my cheekbones. She grabs the back of my head and pulls it
closer until the wetness of her pussy drizzles on my face. Getting
the hint, my tongue tinkers with her pussy lips. Up and down. Down
and up. My tongue penetrates the entrance of her walls. Lucy moans
with delight as each lick provides additional pleasure. As my
tongue stimulates her clit, her groans went into overdrive. Within
a few minutes, she clutches my cashmere sweater while cumming on my
face. Heavy breathes ensue as she falls down and embraces me.

Before Lucy, I could count on one hand how
many times I perform oral sex. I just could not fathom eating a
random chick's vagina. But Lucy is far from random. She is my first
love. So I relish satisfying her, including orally.

"Ohhh Devvvvin."

"Ohhh shit! You're not Lucy. Who the hell is
this?"

Her voice sound so familiar. I thought it was
Lucy the whole time. When I remove the blindfold, Keisha stands
over me. An eerie, cold chill shot through my spine. Random
questions crowds my mental. Did I just eat this girl's pussy in my
mama's house? How in the hell did this girl get in my mama's house?
How did she know I was here? Who invited her? Was she even invited?
Did I just pee on myself?

I sprang out of the bed while wiping her
climax off my face. "Keisha? What the hell are you doing here?" I
said. I'm still in disbelief this girl fooled me into thinking she
was Lucy.

"I came to see you silly," she said,
oblivious to my displeasure. She puts back on her panties.

My thought process is disorient. I typically
have a smooth, calm demeanor but Keisha's unexpected appearance is
unsettling. Nonetheless, I regain my composure and am determine to
get her delusional ass out of my mother's house.

"What do you mean you came to see me? We
haven't seen each other in months. And at that, it was a one-time
thing. You can't just pop up on me like this!"

"I know but you haven't been returning any of
my text messages or calls." She moved towards me and whispers in my
ear, "So I decided to come see you."

I back away from her. "Look, I have no idea
how you knew I was here at my mother's house. Hell, I'm still
trying to figure out how you know where I was at."

"Easy. On your Facebook page, it said you
were attending this event today at this address. I see it was for
your father, so I knew you would be here. I thought you would be
happy to see me!" said Keisha. I have to switch my Facebook profile
from public to private. I cannot let cuckoo females like this
openly read my page.

"Keisha, I appreciate the gesture but let me
be brutally honest. I'm not interested in you like that. I got a
girlfriend now and that's that. So can you please leave?" I
said.

I hoped Keisha would grant my wish. Wrong!
She actually gets aroused! She bats her eyes and licks her lips. It
was if my firm tone equaled firm breasts. Back in my single days, I
might have had sex with her crazy butt here in my mama's house.
Hell, I just ate her vagina. But being intimate again with Keisha
is the last thing I would do.

"Dab, quit playing. You know you want me."
She attempts to wrap her arms around my torso and kiss me. I grab
her arm to block her attempt.

"Keisha. I'm not playing. You have to leave!
I don't know why my mama let you in here anyway."

"Well that's because your mama didn't let me
in. Your father did. I told him I was your girlfriend." I shake my
head in disbelieve. Since my pops never met Lucy, he probably
thought Keisha was her. Obviously, my mother did not notice her;
otherwise, my dad would know Keisha isn't my girlfriend. It is time
to put an end to this.

"My what? My girlfriend? Woman, you are
delusional. Please get out before I call the cops!"

Wow! Dab, so that's how you going to treat
me? After eating my pussy too? So this is how you're going to treat
the mother of your child?" she asks with a venomous stare. Upon
hearing the word "child", my mind went haywire. Did she say what I
thought she said? I know damn well she didn't say she was having MY
CHILD. Is she pregnant or she just bluffing? Even if she is
pregnant, it can't be mine. I wore protection the night we slept
together.

After regaining my composure, I reply,
"Keisha, did you just say you were pregnant with my child?"

She folds her arms and a devilish grin
appears on her face. "Well I was pregnant with your child, sir.
Your son is already in this world." I forgot its been over 9 months
since we met.

"I doubt it! You better tell that the other
dude because I'm not the one. I wore a condom," I said,
defiantly.

"There isn't another dude. Just you! I wasn't
with anyone else during that timeframe but you!"

"Bullshit! I met you that afternoon online
and was having sex with by night fall. I know my game is tight but
I'm not foolish to think you only did that with me!"

"What does that have to do with anything? At
the end of the day, you still were the only one whom I slept with
during that timeframe. So Antwan is your child.

"Hold the hell up. Did you name your child,
Antwan? My middle name?"

"Yes I did. Your son is named after you, his
father."

"My son? Look, I have no clue what scam you
are trying to pull but it's time to leave."

"Fine! I will. But you have a son. So this is
not the last time you will hear from me!"

Keisha's demeanor gets under my skin. First,
I mistakenly give her oral pleasure. Now, she claim's I'm her
baby's father. I can't be the father of this woman's allege son.
Worst of all, she has the audacity to come to my mother's house
uninvited to tell me this crap.

"Whatever. I don't have a son, daughter or
anything with you. Just get the fuck out please!"

"Whatever. This isn't the last you'll heard
from me. Goodbye you nothin' ass nigga!" Keisha picks up her purse
and storms out of my mother's house.

I plop down on the bed, head hanging. I
massage my scalp. "I can't believe this crazy bitch just came to my
dad's party to inform me I'm the father to her son," I mumbled.
This can't be true. The child is not mine's but what if he is? I'm
not ready to be a father right now. I'm still trying to come up.
I'm in no position to take care of a kid.

"Hey son, are you alright?" asks my father. I
was so entrenched in thoughts I didn't sense his presence.

I slowly tilt my head up. "Yea pops. I'm
good."

"Ok. Well the food is ready. Hey, where is
your girlfriend? She's pretty."

I want to blurt out 'That crazy broad is not
my girlfriend.' However, my thoughts are so muddled I don't even
bother correcting my dad.

"Yea…she had to leave."

"Aw ok. Well that's too bad. She's going to
miss out on some good eating," he said, smiling. After eating out
Keisha, I could care less about eating actual food. I just hope dad
do not smell remnants of the oral sex fiasco. I desperately need to
wash my face.