Tears on My Pillow 2 (15 page)

February 10
th
, 2014

Monday

Chandler

                   I lock the door and lean up against it. I can’t believe I just made love to my brother’s wife and my sister-in-law. The crazy part about it is I don’t feel sad about it at all. It wasn’t something that was planned, it just happened and it felt so natural.

                   I look up and see Qia peeking out of my bedroom door. “He’s gone,” I say as I walk over and sit down on the couch that I was just making love on and try to get my heart rate to slow down.

                   Qia comes into the living room and sits in the chair. I look over at her and I can tell that her heart is in a tug of war right now. “Are you okay, Qia?”

                   It takes her a moment, but she looks at me and I see the tears building in her eyes. “No Chan, I’m really not. I just fucked my best friend and my husband’s brother. I feel so dirty.”

                   “Damn Q, that’s fucked up!” I can’t believe this shit. Number one, she thinks that what we just did was fuck and two, being with me makes her feel dirty. Nah, this ain’t how it’s going to go down.

                   She buries her face in her hands. I slide down off the couch and get on my knees in front of her. “You feel dirty, Q?” She doesn’t respond, she just continues to cry.

                   I remove her hands from her face and hold them in mine. “Pick your head up and look at me, Q.” She lifts her head, and her eyes are read and puffy. “I know that you are feeling all crazy right now but we will figure this thing out. I also want to make it clear that I could never fuck you. What I just did to you on that couch over there was make love to you, so let me be clear on that okay?”

                   “Chan,” she says and tries to put her head back down.

                   “No please, don’t do that. Look at me. I love you and I am not sorry about what just happened. The only thing that I am sorry about is that I wasn’t confident enough twelve years ago to tell you how I feel.” I lean in and we kiss. It seems like her lips taste even sweeter this time than they did a few minutes ago.

                   Qia scoots up to the edge of the chair and parts her legs, so that we are closer together. I reach around behind her and place my hands under her ass to pull her closer as we kiss, and notice she does not have my shorts on. I lower my head between her legs and part her lower lips with my tongue.

                   Qia whispers, “Chan please.” I taunt her slit with my tongue. I pull back a little and look up at her.

                   “Do you want me to stop?” I ask her but before she can answer, I begin to French kiss her pussy. She tastes just like candy. I find myself diving deep into her canal with my tongue. I feel her fucking me back and know that she doesn’t want me to stop.

                   “Ummmm…no...fuck…ahhh…got damn it, Chandler. Yes, I want you to stop.” She sighs.

                   I stop feasting for a minute and look at her. She stares back at me and before I know it, she leans forward and begins to trace my lips with her tongue. Then she begins to suck her juices off of my lips. That shit turns me on so fucking much. My dick stands straight up. “Qia, what are you doing?” I inquire but not wanting her to stop.

                   “I don’t know. I guess, I’m licking my pussy juice off of your lips.”

                   I push her back from me and dive in between her legs again. I lick and suck and suck and lick until I can see and taste Qia’s cream. “Uh...fuck yes…damn Chan.” I look up at Qia and I see the tears rolling down her cheeks.

                   “Why are you crying baby?” I continue to slowly circle her clit with my tongue as I slip two fingers into her honey pot.

                   “O…yes…because…ummm…what we are…oh God…doing feels so…um fucking right…yet I know…Oooo…it is wrong as two left shoes.”

                   “If it’s so wrong, then why are you so wet? Why are you moving your hips helping me to finger fuck you?”

                  “Oooooh God, Chan, I’m cumming!”

     I cover her slit with my tongue and catch every drop of her cream, loving her answer to my questions.

February 10
th
, 2014

Monday

Jakari

                   I am here knocking on Qisha’s door because she and Qia have been thick as thieves lately. I also can’t think of anyone else Qia might have been with except Qimora. I don’t think she is with Qim though because I think she works at night, but I will check with her too, if Qia’s not here.

                   I knock a few times and get no answer but I see Darrin’s car in the driveway, so I know at least his ass is here and may be able to tell me where Qia is, if she is indeed with Qisha. I get frustrated and begin to bang on the door. His weak ass finally snatches the door open, looking like one of the predators from the Predator 2 movie. His dreads are flying all over his face and shoulders, and his shirt is unbuttoned, showing all them ugly ass unnecessary tattoos on his boney chest and stomach.

                   “What the fuck you doing over here banging on my door like you dumb, B?”

                   “Is Qia here?” I ask, trying to ignore his ignorant ass attitude.

                   “If you didn’t hear that bitch screaming my name, then apparently, she ain’t here.”

                   It takes me a hot second to process what this bitch ass muhfucker just said. Did he just call my Queen a bitch and then insinuate that he would fuck her? I black out and punch this fool dead in his grill. He rushes me and we fall back hard on the wet icy lawn. He’s on top of me and punches me in my face a couple of times, causing me to become disoriented.

                   I jab him in his jaw because he is too close up on me for me to get in an upper cut, but it is enough to get him up off of me. He flies back and lands hard on his back. He attempts to get up but this time, I rush him and bull doze him into his car. He falls back into the driver’s side door of the car and his head hits the window and cracks it. I can tell it dazes him for a second, so I start hitting him with the two piece. First, I sock him in the right jaw, then the left and then the right, and then the left again.

                   This nigga pulls a bitch move and knees me in my balls. I drop to my knees and he kicks me in my chest. I fly back, unable to defend myself for a couple of seconds. I land on my back and roll onto my side in agony.

                   I see this bitch running towards me at top speed. Right when he tries to jump on top of me, I lift up my leg and stretch it out. His mouth and the underside of his chin connects with the bottom of my Kenneth Cole dress shoes. I see his neck pop back and he propels backwards onto the ground. I wait for a minute to see what he is going to do but he is lying there motionless in an icy cold puddle. I get up slowly with my balls still throbbing and walk over to him. I stare down at him for a moment to see if he is still breathing and he is. That nigga just got knocked the fuck out. I walk around to his feet and kick them apart, then I kick him in his balls four times. I don’t usually do no bitch shit like that but hell, if my nuts is hurting then yours gonna be too.

                   I go back to my car. I sit down and just shake my head. What the fuck is going on today? This shit just seems like a movie because shit don’t happen like this in real life. I mean for real. I woke up this morning happy and loving life. Within a matter of hours, I am soon to be unemployed and divorced. Then, I end up having to fuck up my soon to be ex sister-in-law’s man for disrespecting my soon to be ex-wife. What the fuck! I’m afraid to think of what might happen next the way this day is going.

                   I go to put my keys in the ignition when I discover that they must have fallen out of my pocket during the fight. I get out the car to go and look for them. It takes me a few minutes, but I finally find them in the grass near where I had fallen when he rushed me on the porch.

                   I start back to the car when I look over and see Darrin slowly coming to. My first instinct is to go over there and knock his ass out again, but I keep going to my car. I get in and close my door. I watch as Darrin tries to stand up. He falls three times, splashing hard into the puddle with his ass each time, before he is actually successful. “That will teach you to knee somebody in their nuts, pussy ass broke ass nigga. That ice cold water probably feel good on them nuts though, huh player?” I say out loud to myself.

                   Darrin looks over at my car before he begins to walk in the house. The nigga’s grill is busted as fuck. He has blood running all down his chest and stomach. I open the door and jump out the car. I start walking quickly towards this punk ass fool yelling, “What, you want some more?” He picks up his pace and continues into the house and closes the door. I chuckle a little because I already knew he didn’t want no more because he didn’t want none in the first place.

                   I have just gotten back in my car when my cell starts dancing around in the console as it begins to ring. I frantically pick up the phone and answer it, hoping that it is Qia. “Hello Qia,” I damn near scream into the phone.

                   “Hello Mr. Roberson, this is Tracey from State Farm. How are you?”

                   I roll my eyes up to the ceiling. These muhfuckers been calling me and calling me, and right now is just not the time. I mean, don’t they think that when I am ready to get Qia’s car replaced, I will got damn call them? Jesus! “Look Tracey, I can’t talk right now. When I am ready to get the car replaced, I will call you guys okay,” I say ready to hang up.

                   Wow, this woman is still trying to talk to me. “Mr. Roberson, I am actually not calling about your damaged vehicle. I am calling because we need a copy of your driver’s license. We need you to fax a copy of it in, so that we can pay for your rental car or are you just going to pay for it out of your own pocket?”

                   I am trying to hold my composure but this bitch tripping. “Tracey, I don’t have a rental car, so you must have called the wrong Roberson.”

                    I take the phone down from my head ready to push end when I hear her say, “You do have a rental car.”

                   I put the phone back up to my ear, ready to light fire under this bitch’s ass when she says, “I have a claim which shows that your wife, Qia Roberson, went into an Enterprise location on Boston Road in Springfield, Massachusetts today and got a rental car.”

                   “What? She did?” I ask confused as hell.

                   “Yes, so if you don’t send the fax of your license, we won’t be able to pay this claim and you will have to pay for the rental out of your own pocket, Mr. Roberson.”

                   I am no longer even listening to this woman. Qia went and got a rental car today. Hell, she could be anywhere then. She could have left Mass altogether. Damn, I have to find her. “Hello.” I hear the State Farm agent saying repeatedly.

                    “Oh Tracey, I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you for a minute. Ah… what kind of rental does my wife have?”

                   “Ummm, let me check, sir.” It is quiet for a brief second before she comes back and says, “She has a black Jeep Liberty.”

                   “Thank you. Email me the fax number that I need to send my license to and I will do that first thing in the morning.”

                 “Okay, is your email still J…A…K…A…R…I…A…M…I…R, at gmail?”

                 “Correct.” I end the call and sit staring down the street but seeing absolutely nothing. I can’t believe my wife went and got a rental car without telling me. So, that is how she ended up at the school today. Fuck! I know Qia and as upset as she is, she may go out of state and just hide out for weeks. I have… wait. Just wait one fucking minute. The car that was in my brother’s drive way… I know that…maaannnn. I am pretty sure that it is a black Jeep Liberty that’s in his driveway. I swear to God that better not have been the rental. Alright, let me calm down. Those are very popular Jeeps, so his company could very well own one as well. My brother wouldn’t lie to me about whether Qia was with him or not. He didn't last time, so why would he lie now? I didn’t know where Qia was but he told me he had talked to her and that she was safe at a hotel. I mean, he wouldn’t want me to worry, so if he knew where she was he would tell me. Fuck this, I’m going to go back over to Chan’s.

                   I pull off from Qisha’s house and the whole ride over is a blur. I can’t concentrate on anything expect getting to my brother’s and having him tell me that Qia is not there. I weave in and out of traffic, skidding like crazy on these slick roads, but I don’t care.

                   I pull into my brother’s driveway and say a silent prayer that this is not Qia’s rental. I get out the car running on a high dose of pure adrenaline. I beat and kick his door as if my life depends on it.

                   I hear the locks click and I ram into the door with my shoulder. The door flies open, hitting Chandler in the process. “What da fuck?” he yells out.

                   I barge in the kitchen looking around but don’t see Qia. I go straight to the living room and see that the purse is still sitting in the same spot. This time though, I notice a gold iPhone face down on the coffee table. “Jakari, what the hell is your problem, yo?” Chandler asks loudly from behind me. “Yo, why are you all wet and dirty? What the fuck happened to you?!”

                   I turn around to face him and notice that he is still in his boxers. I am internally praying that what I am thinking is just me tripping, but the clues are just too much for me to deny my suspicions. I ignore his questions at this point. “I need the truth, Chan. Is Qia here? Is that her rental outside?”

                   I study his face waiting for his answer and fearing it at the same time. He just stands there looking guilty as fuck. He has never been good at lying. I shake my head in disbelief. “Where is she?” I ask calmly as I step closer to him.

                   His eyes start to dart all around the room and that’s when I know my suspicions are correct. I close the gap between us, so that now we are nose to nose. “Was that my wife’s pussy I was smelling earlier?”

To Be Continued......