Raunchy 2 (110 page)

The Next Morning

When I woke up the next day we were under the covers and she was looking at me. The moment I saw her eyes I realized it wasn’t a dream and my joint was still wet from fucking her. I pulled my cap down, to cover most of my face and smiled.

“Why your hair red? I never saw a guy with red hair before.”

In a low voice I said, “I saw my girlfriend get murdered in front of me.” Her eyes widened. “Her blood got in my hair. It’s been red ever since.”

“I’m sorry.”
“It’s cool.”
“Why you always wear that cap? Even to sleep?”
“Because I like how it feels and I got a big ass forehead.” “Let me see.” She said reaching for the cap.
“No! Don’t do that.” I said. “Have you forgotten about our conversation last night?” I paused. “You gotta fucking listen to me or you’ll lose me.”

Making that ‘losing me’ statement was a huge gamble but I thought about what Rocket said. That most girls loved to be controlled.
She sighed. “I’m sorry and you’re right. You are in charge.”
“Right.” I winked. “Don’t forget it again.” Control felt so fucking good.
“Were you serious about wanting kids and stuff? Because I always wanted a family.”
“Yeah. I’m dead serious.” I said my heart racing a little. “And if we connect like this, you gonna be the mother of all my kids.”
“I want that so much. Really.”
“I’m glad,” I smiled. “But look, I gotta meet up with my crew so I’m ‘bout to roll. But we boyfriend and girlfriend right?”
“What? We just met.”
“So we not together? I just fucked the dog shit out of you and that’s it?” I asked. “I mean, I thought you were feeling me.”
“I am…its just…”
“You don’t want to be with me?”
“I do.” She paused. “You know what…I like you, and if you want me to be your girl than I guess I’m your girlfriend.”
I kissed her and said, “Good. Now you betta get in the shower before me. I take forever and may use all the hot water.”
She sat up straight, moved the covers off of us when all of a sudden she screamed. “OH MY GAWD!!!!!!”
“What?”
“There’s blood all over the bed!”
When I looked under the sheets I saw a puddle of blood rested in the middle of the bed and my boxers were completely red. Now I realized I wasn’t wet when I first got up this morning. I got my period. She would know for sure that I wasn’t a dude now.
“I’m so sorry.” She said. “Your dick must’ve been so big that you caused me to bleed.”
She didn’t know. She blamed herself. “Uh…I…”
“It’s all my fault! All my fault!” She was hysterical.
I held her hand. “It’s okay. I’m not tripping off of this shit.”
“Yes you are! Look at all of this blood!” She cried. “It’s all over your clothes.”
I grabbed her shoulders. “Look, just go wash up. I’m fine.”
“You don’t want to see me no more after this do you?”
“Yeah I do but not if you don’t get in the shower, baby.” I laughed. “Everything’s cool.”
“You sure? You not gonna leave me are you?”
“No. I’m gonna be here when you get out. Now go get in the shower.”
When she went into the bathroom I knew even more that I was going to have to be careful. Something like this could never happen again. Ever. My cover could have easily been blown not to mention that this was the second time I got my period out in public.
While she was in the bathroom, I jumped up and looked at my boxers. Blood was everywhere. I tried to find some tissue or something to put between my legs before she came out but I couldn’t find anything. So I took a pillowcase off of the bed, put it in my boxers and around my dildo, which was dripping with blood. Then I put my jeans on.
Going into the hallway I found a maid who had a cart fully stocked with supplies. I grabbed a roll of toilet tissue and dipped back into the room. I looked at the bathroom and heard the shower running so I figured she wouldn’t be coming out anytime soon. With my back faced the bathroom door I took the bloody pillowcase out of my jeans, dropped it to the floor and made a pad with a rack of toilet paper. I put the homemade pad between my legs and zippened my pants. I felt it would hold me for a little while but I had to get to the store and home.
When I didn’t hear the shower, I turned around she was staring at me. I wondered how much she’d seen.
“What you doing?” She asked looking at the bloody pillowcase on the floor.
“Nothing.”
“What’s that?” She asked pointing to the case.
“A bloody pillow case.”
Silence.
“Where did it come from?”
“I used it to get some of the blood off of my body.”
When I said that she broke out in tears again and I ran up to her and said, “What’s wrong now?”
“I’m so fucking nasty! I got my blood all over you and now you’ll never want to talk to me again.”
I held her tightly in my arms. It was the first time someone cried because they were afraid of losing me. Usually it was the other way around and I knew I couldn’t let her go.
“Don’t worry, Denise. I’m not leaving you. It was a mistake. Shit happens.”
“You just saying that.”
“I’m not. I fucks with you and it was an accident. Let’s leave it at that.”
“You sure?” She asked looking into my eyes.
“I’m positive.” I said seriously. “Look at you, you think I’ma let you go because of a little bit of blood? You a bad bitch! And we in love.”
“I’m so happy you’re in my life. I need you so much, Wags.”
I was wrapped up. This girl had my mind gone.