Man Swappers (42 page)

“Girl,” I say, walking over and sitting on the arm of the sofa. “Why don’t you get out and get some fresh air? For a while there you were out almost every night; what happened?”

She looks up at me. “Nothing happened. Just don’t feel like going anywhere. Plus, I really haven’t been feeling good.” I ask her what’s wrong. She tells me she feels drained, like she doesn’t have any energy. That she’s having trouble sleeping.

Mmmph, my God, she can’t be depressed over some nigga she hardly knew.
I touch her forehead. “Well, you don’t feel like you have a fever so that’s a good thing. Maybe you should try to get in to see the doctor so she can give you something to help you sleep.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Actually, I already made an appointment.”

“Good,” I say, glancing at my watch. It’s almost ten-thirty. And I need to hurry up and jump in the shower, then head over to the boutique to meet Mystery Man. I stand up. “Well, I hope you feel better.”

“Thanks. I hope so, too. Where are you off to?”

How’d she know I was going somewhere? Is it obvious? Did she overhear me saying something?
I feel myself getting paranoid. “Oh, what made you think I was going somewhere?”

“Well, I saw you glancing at your watch, then quickly jump up, so I figured you had somewhere to be, or someone to do.”

I push out a nervous chuckle. “Girl, I wish. I need to run out to the store real quick, but that’s about it.”

“Oh, what store?” I quickly tell her Pathmark without giving it much thought. She wants to know which one, glancing at her watch. I tell her the one in South Orange. She eyes me. “Not tonight, you’re not.”

I frown, giving her a confused look. “Why you say that?”

She shifts her body, sitting up. “Sweetie, if you’re talking about the Pathmark over on Valley Street, it closes at eleven. So, unless you’re leaving now, you’re not going to make it.”

“Oh, shit. That’s right. Then I guess I won’t be going there. I’ll head over to Shoprite, then.” She tells me they close at eleven
as well. Then wants to know what it is I need from the store this time of night, anyway. Right now, I’m standing here feeling like a deer caught in headlights. “Oh, I have a taste for something chocolate.”

“Well, hopefully you’ll find a store open to feed your craving.”

“Oh, trust me. I don’t plan on going to sleep until I do,” I shoot over my shoulder as I walk out the room. Mystery Man texts back.

H
EY BABE
. U
LEFT YET
?

G
ETTING READY 2

S
UMTHNS COME UP
. G
OTTA GET A RAINCHECK
. S
ORRY

I blink at the text.
Oh, no. This nigga has got to be kidding me,
I think, quickly texting him back. Awww. I
WANTED SUM OF THAT CHOCOLATE

I’
MA MAKE IT UP 2 U 2MORROW

Mmmph, whatever, nigga!
U
BETTER

I
GOT U

I don’t respond back, instead I text Royce. H
EY
, U,
WANT SUM PUSSY
?

It doesn’t take him long to respond back, which is what I like about him. He’s young, but very consistent. Always responds back, always fucks great!

L
OL
…A
LWAYS
!

W
HAT
X C
AN
U G
ET
H
ERE
?

I
CAN LV NOW

MY PUSSY’S WET N WAITIN

N
ICE
. C
U IN 20

Since my night with Paris’s mystery man feel through, I text Porsha to see if she wants to join me in fucking Royce down, then go down to the entertainment room to invite Paris to join in tonight’s fucktivities. It’s the least I can do. She turns her nose
up, shaking her head. “No, thank you. I’m definitely not in the mood to have him and his horse cock anywhere near me.”

“Oh, c’mon…Don’t be a party pooper. We haven’t bounced a man up and down on the bedsprings since Damon. And that’s been weeks ago.”

“Honestly,” she says, getting up from her seat, stretching. Her bones crack. “I really haven’t been in the mood. Besides, I told you before. Royce has too much dick for me. And I’m not keen on my pussy being stretched open tonight. And I’m definitely not interested in having him spray me with all that cum he shoots out, either.”

I laugh. “Girl, you know that first nut isn’t that bad. He can fuck you with just the head.”

“No, thank you. The head on his dick is like a fat plum.”

I lick my lips, feeling myself getting moist thinking about it. “Yes, it is—nice, fat and juicy.”

“You can have at it. I’m going to bed. But I might stop in to watch, if I end up having trouble falling asleep.” She reaches for the remote for the TV. “Are you staying down here?”

“No. You can turn it off.”

Porsha texts back. No
THANKS
. H
AVE FUN 4 ME

I roll my eyes, following Paris up the stairs.
Oh well. More cock for me!
As she’s walking into the kitchen, she asks what time Royce is coming over. I tell her he should be pulling up shortly. Tell her I need to hop in the shower. That if he should ring the doorbell before I finish to let him in.

“Will do,” she says, opening up the refrigerator. I watch her pull out a cucumber, then frown. She tosses it back into the bin, pulling out an apple instead. I chuckle to myself. “You like him, don’t you?”

“Who?”

“Royce,” she says, washing her apple then biting into it.

I grin. “He’s okay. But, I
love
his dick.” The doorbell rings.
He must have sped over here for some of this good, wet pussy.
“Speaking of which, there he is now.”

She waves me on, heading for the stairs. “Have fun.”

“Oh, trust me. I plan on it. But, it’ll be even more fun if you join us.”

“I’m sure it would be,” she says as I walk to the door. “But you’re on your own tonight with that young stud.” She disappears up the stairs as I open the door.

“You ready for me?” I ask, smiling.

He licks his lips. “I stay ready.”

I pull him by the hand, slamming the door shut, then leading him downstairs to the Fuck ’em Down room where I plan on fucking him all night.

Paris
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

I
have locked myself in my room to think, to wonder, to cry. To have my own private pity party away from the probing eyes of my sisters.
You’re pregnant.
The words ring in my head. I’m still in shock.

After Desmond’s disappearing act and my vomiting incident, I started panicking. My mind went back to the first night we fucked and I let him dick me raw. So stupid on my part, I know. I’ve been worrying myself sick, thinking he might’ve given me a disease, which would explain why I haven’t heard from his ass.

I replay the visit in my head. “Wait, repeat what you just said?” I asked, shocked. I heard her the first time, but needed, wanted, her to confirm my ears weren’t playing tricks on me. They weren’t.

“You’re very much pregnant.” She smiled. I didn’t. Still, I was relieved that I wasn’t infected with anything—not yet, anyway. It’s a fear that looms in the back of my mind every time I wonder why Desmond abruptly stopped calling me; stopped coming around. Maybe he’s purposefully spreading HIV or some other disease, maliciously infecting women. I don’t know. In my heart, I don’t want to believe that that is the kind of man he is. But his actions don’t leave much room for hope.

I’m pregnant!
The next thing to do should be the easiest. It’s a no-brainer. Get an abortion! Problem is I’m not a victim of rape,
nor am I facing a life-or-death health crisis—situations
I
believe warrant an abortion if one so chooses. No, I’m a victim of my own careless choices. Whatever life crisis I’m in, it’s by my own hand. And I have to deal with the consequences. Still, I’m torn. Aborting this life inside of me, or bringing it into this world, knowing there’s no father.

Someone’s at my door, turning the knob. When it doesn’t open, they knock. When I don’t respond, Persia’s voice calls out. “Paris, why is the door locked? Are you okay in there?” I lie still. Turn my face into my pillow. Ignore the knocks. Ignore the pounding in my head.

I’m pregnant!

Persia
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

I
t’s been weeks since my sisters and I have fucked a man together. On four separate occasions, I’ve asked them if they wanted to fuck Royce with me, have asked them if they wanted to fuck Damon or Irwin, or anyone else we have on-call. Each time, they’ve both told me that they’re not feeling up to it. When I’ve asked if they wanted to recruit some new dick to suck and fuck, they’ve both told me, “No.”

Yesterday, Porsha came into my bedroom and told me she wouldn’t be swapping men for a while. That she needed, wanted, to take some time for herself and not complicate her life with man sharing. “Is there anything in particular that has caused you to change your mind?’ I asked, sitting up in my bed and taking her in.

“Yeah,” she said, pulling her hair up into a ponytail. She was already dressed in her workout clothes. “I’m seeing someone.”

I gave her a shocked look. “Since when? Who is he?”

“For about two months now. But, I’ve known him for a while.”

“Well, who is he?” I asked again, curious. Although I’m not surprised to hear this since she’s been staying out later, and not always coming home. Still…

“I’m not ready to say. But when I am, I’ll tell you all about him. But for now, I wanted you to know that I’ve fucked my last man
with you and Paris—for now, anyway. I really want to see what happens between me and this guy I’m seeing. I hope you understand.”

“Of course I do,” I said half-heartedly. I forced a smile. “A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. Does he know about—”

She nodded, cutting me off before I could get the rest of my words out. “Yeah, he knows.”

“Wow,” I said surprised. “And he’s okay with it.”

“Yup. I’m not keeping any secrets from him.”

I tilted my head. “Mmmm, just keeping them from me; interesting. Does Paris know?”

She shook her head. “No, I haven’t said anything to her either. It’s not like I want to keep this from you and Paris. I just don’t want to speak too soon without being sure. I want the two of you to be happy for me.”

“Mmmm, okay. You’re my sister, and I love you. Of course I’m going to be happy for you. What kind of mess is that?” I wanted to be happy for her, but shit. Other than some mystery man who she felt the need to keep secret from me, she wasn’t giving me much to be happy about. “But I won’t deny that I’m offended that you didn’t want to share that you’ve been seeing someone with me.”

“Persia, it’s not personal.”

“Well, it feels personal to me. But, whatever, girl. When you’re ready to share, I’ll be here.”

She smiled. “Thanks. I need to get up outta here. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Okay, then. Get it in for the both of us.”