I'd Rather Be Single 2 (11 page)

“You like that?” he began moaning while he sucked on me.

“Yes baby.”
I whispered, forcing my body against his mouth.

“I’m sorry
, Tyra.” He slurped and kissed my pussy, deeply opening my legs and scooping both ass cheeks into his hands.

Courtney was going in
. He was eating my pussy like if he didn’t make me cum, he would lose me.

“Oooh, Courtney.”

“You forgive me now, baby?”

“Oooooooh!” I moaned louder.

I felt my body about to climax. I tossed off his hat and wrapped my hands around his waves as he dug his face into my core. “Yesssss. I forgive you baby. I-I.”

I
couldn’t finish my words, I felt myself squirt into his mouth. He kept sucking on it until he felt I was satisfied. He licked all the juices from around his mouth and stood up to take off his jeans and his boxers. His thick, long dick, was hard and erect.

I jerked it back
, and looked up at Courtney. “This shit is so big.” I said.

He
broke a smile. I stroked and continued to examine his thick long 9 inches. “I’m gonna call him, Big Meat.” Courtney couldn’t help but to laugh. He didn’t even give me a chance to put Big Meat into my mouth. He pulled out a magnum and laid me back. “I wanna feel what this pussy’s like.”

I
slowly closed my eyes and waited for his dick to penetrate my pussy. As soon as he entered my canal, I moaned, “Ooooh.” It felt like magic. “Ooh Courtney baby, yes.”

He was stroking and caressing my body
, and Big Meat was hurting so good. I was enjoying each and every stroke. I missed the feeling of a man inside me, and Courtney made up for all the waiting. His strokes were perfect, his size was perfect, and he was taking me to places I didn’t know existed. I was making love faces and enjoying looking at his, while he was pleasuring me. The orgasms were constant and I was exhausted from screaming and cumming, but was loving it. He had to pull out a few times, because he was about to come quick, so he kept switching me in different positions to prolong it.

“
Baby, this dick feels soooo good.” I dug my nails into his back and wrapped my legs tighter around him. That was it, he couldn’t fight it anymore.

“I’m
’bout to cum.” He squeezed his eyes tight.

“Cum
baby, I’m cumming with you. Oooooooh!” I stroked my pelvis against his, taking all of his dick.

“Oooh!!
” We both moaned and came at the same time.

We
lay side by side on the couch. Half his body was on the floor, and we were both breathing heavily and kissing after.

“That was everything I expected and more.”
He wiped his wet forehead with his eyes closed.

“That pussy was so wet.”
he said.

“Only wet for you.” I
kissed him again.

We took a shower and fell asleep cuddled up under each
other. Courtney put it down on my ass. I was still a little bitter at him for standing me up, but I decided to let it go. I didn’t want to give up on him. I know he wasn’t experienced in relationships, so I figured I’d continue to ride this thing out with him. He claimed that he was “all in,” and I wanted so badly to believe him. I mean, he had his shortcomings, but when he showed up, he always made me happy. I just hope that this time it lasts.

“Is Seary going to the Athletes for Charity?” I asked Dalia.

I was getting dressed to meet Courtney at one of the largest charitable events in Boston. It was held at the Reggie Lewis Center in Roxbury.

“Nah, he’s not going. His family is in town, so he wants to spend time with them since he’s heading off to training camp soon.”

“Oh okay.”

Dalia was on cloud nine, and Seary was spoiling her rotten. Her damn closet was beginning to look like mine. He was her world, but it was cute, because she was really happy. “Can you believe that I’ve met most of his family?” she bragged.

“
Wow, shit is really serious with y’all. Y’all spend a lot of time together and your ass be walking around here happy all the time, he must be a good one.”

“
He is, Tyra. I’m sooo happy.” She jumped on my bed.

“Aww, well you deserve it sweety.”
I placed the last curl long curl in the front of my hair.

Dalia scoped me out.

“You look so pretty. I’m gonna have Seary buy me some of that weave. Twenty inches make you look like one of the Kardashians, you look like a baby doll.”

“Thanks boo.” I smudged in my
hot pink lipstick, checking myself out in the mirror.

“I hope
you enjoy the charity event, I’m about to get dressed and head to Seary’s. Most of his family is already there, but his grandparents don’t arrive till later tonight.”

“
Thanks hun, I hope you have fun too. You know what I always say, be yourself, they are going to love you.”

“Thank you.”
She squeezed a hug, trying not to mess up my hair, and then looked me up and down. “Tyra, you look so stunning. Only you can make a red business suit look sexy. Those pearls are a nice touch, too.”

“Thanks.” I said rushing out
to my car. My insurance company had finally repaired my window and I sped to the event to meet my man, because I was running late.

As expected, the event was packed. A
ll the news stations were there, and some of Boston’s most influential politicians were in attendance. I sent a text to Courtney, letting him know that I had arrived and I made my way into the crowd of people who were looking at the athletes come in on the red carpet. I saw some of Courtney’s teammates come in, and then I saw Michael Slinks stroll through with a beautiful woman on his arm. My heart sank to my knees. I licked my lips and looked away so I wouldn’t cry. I was now face to face with the situation that made my heart cry. I tried to keep it together, because I didn’t want to ruin my mascara.

Two
heavy-set women were beside me gossiping and I couldn’t help but to listen.

“So that’s Michael’s fiancé huh?
”

"Girl please
. She thinks she's marrying him, but his mistress be flaunting all around town with M Slinks on her license plate, straight disrespecting his fiancé. Matter fact, there she is right there." The girl pointed in the corner where I saw the infamous Rosslyn herself, posted up in an expensive form fitting black dress, which hugged her firm curves like a glove. Her breasts were lifted to her chin, and Nicki Minaj had nothing on her hips. Her jet black hair was parted in the middle, hanging down her back, almost to her ass. She was just as beautiful as I remembered, and honestly, the bitch looked stunning. I almost wished we were still friends, because behind all the bullshit, I missed our friendship.

When she flashed a smirk toward Michael Slinks and his fiancé, I
quickly remembered the last crazy shit she had pulled. Bursting in my house, trying to stab me.
Fuck that!
I don’t know how I missed her even for a second. I didn't want to be anywhere near this bitch, she was CRAZY! I stood between the onlookers, trying to stay out of the view of Rosslyn. Once Michael finished with his interview, he gestured for his fiancé to follow him, and they made their way through the middle of the crowd. I watched Rosslyn step up to try to get his attention, but he totally paid no attention to her. Her face looked like she wanted to harm him in more ways than one. I turned my back to the crowd and read a text from Courtney.

Baby, something came up, I’m not going to be able to make the event tonight. I’m sorry.

You could probably see smoke steaming through my ears. I was fuming with anger, reading his text. Pissed the fuck off and humiliated couldn’t even describe my emotions. He had the nerve to tell me when I was already at the event, that he was NOT coming. Before I could storm out, I saw Rosslyn’s ex, Terry Lamont walking down the red carpet. He looked depressed, I always remembered him being upbeat. The two heavyset ladies continued to gossip.

“Girl, you heard what happened to his girlfriend? She was killed right down the street from his house. I heard they are still doing an investigation on it. Some people think he did it.”

“That’s some crazy shit.” The long dramatic eyelashed girl said to her friend.

That news frightened me
to the core because it reminded me of my dream. I really hoped that Rosslyn wasn’t behind no crazy shit like that. I dashed out toward my car, full of emotions. Courtney canceling on me, seeing Michael up-close-and personal with his new fiancé, and this news about Terry’s girlfriend. I just altogether wanted to get the fuck out of there. Hearing that Rosslyn was Michael’s mistress put a whole in my heart. I couldn’t believe everyone knew about it but me. It was obvious that his fiancé was the one who had his heart, but it tore me up to know that Rosslyn was getting a piece of him too. I just hoped he knew how dangerous she was.

On the way to my car, my name was called.

"Tyra!"

The voice was familiar
. It gave me chills, and I had hoped that it wasn't who I thought it was.

I spun around
to the view of Rosslyn strutting out of the building toward me with her arms crossed. "So you still around trying to see my man, huh?"

I couldn’t believe t
his bitch was really confronting me about Michael. "Rosslyn, I really don't have time for this. I did not come up here for Michael, I'm over him. And it looks like he's taken anyway." I was referring to his fiancé.

My words
must’ve ignited a fire in Rosslyn, because her pretty face became distorted. I didn’t have time for her crazy shit. I looked too fly to be fighting this crazy hoe outside of this venue. I didn’t know what kinda shit she had up her sleeves, so I tried to clean up my comment.

"Look, I don't have a problem with you
, Rosslyn. I heard that you went and got help, so I just wish you the best." I turned to head to my car.

"Bitch, don't turn your back to me!"
her tone was deranged.

I spun back in her direction.

"Bitch?” I questioned. “Why do I gotta be a bitch? Obviously you didn't change much, huh?"

"Sure didn't. I won't let you sit here and disrespect me talking about that bird ass bitch you just saw with Michael!
She is NOT his fiancé, don’t believe everything you hear." Rosslyn was speaking through clenched teeth. It was like she went from zero to ten then back to zero because now she was smiling. "She will be out of the picture soon, just like you are out of the picture, so that Michael and I can be happy together."

“Well
, good luck with that, Rosslyn.” I said. I couldn’t indulge in any more dialogue with this psycho. She was potentially the person behind Terry’s girlfriend’s murder and I didn’t want to be mixed in with any of her craziness.

I clicked my car doors open.

“I see you got your window fixed.” she said, laughing hysterically.

I paused before getting into my car.
“
You
busted my window? Stay away from me, Rosslyn! For the last time, I don’t want Michael or any drama from you.” I shouted at her back.

She laughed, “I’ll stay away from you if you stay away from my man
. Final warning, biiiitch!” She twisted back toward the building and walked inside.

My blood p
ressure was definitely boiling over and, I was a wreck, driving home. Obviously, the help Rosslyn received at the institution didn't work. This bitch actually had the nerve to bust out my window for no reason at all. There was no logic behind that. She just wanted to fuck with me. Her thinking was still demented and she was still possessive of people that didn’t even belong to her. If she was really Michael’s mistress, then he better watch his back, because Rosslyn would seriously harm his new pregnant fiancé. She was chasing a man that was taken, and she was dead serious about having him to herself. I didn't know the extent of her affair with Michael, but if his fiancé was the one wearing the ring, I'm assuming that she's the one that Michael wanted to be with.