AFRICAN AMERICAN ROMANCE: A Thug to Remember (Hood Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (African American Urban Contemporary Short Stories) (43 page)

“I have to admit that I wasn’t expecting that when I came back to get my jacket.” Timothy startled me and I turned to see that he was holding a wilted bouquet of roses in his hands. “I should’ve said something, but to be honest I didn’t want to. I was feeling a bit low from having this girl that I liked turn her attention towards her ex-boyfriend. I guess I came here looking for a shoulder to cry on, but instead I found you screwing Holden.”

It was obvious from the bulge in his pants that he had enjoyed what he had seen. Quite a bit.

“You really should have said something,” I started, but then realized I didn’t mean it. “Actually, I’m glad that you didn’t. It probably would have ruined the moment. I do have something to ask you.”

I told him all the details of how I had gotten together with Holden. I told him our plans to marry and at first he was hesitant to take me up on my offer to go to the wedding. He finally relented, but I think he only did it, because he was my friend.

“I am really happy for you. Really, really, happy for you. I just wish that it was me that you found attractive enough to marry. I would’ve done that for you, even if it was just a platonic arrangement between friends.”

I didn’t wanna put him in that position. It would’ve made him a liar and the one thing that I knew about him was that he was an honorable man. He might say that he was able to do it, but it would eat him up inside to be with somebody that didn’t love him back. He deserved better than that.

I did love him in my own way, but what I had with Holden was a whole lot stronger. “I’m glad that you’re coming to the wedding. I just think that it would be nice to have a familiar face to witness my wedded bliss.”

I knew that he wasn’t happy about any of this and the way that he was looking at me made me feel like I was a steak ready to be devoured.

Chapter four

I stood there in front of the priest and listened to those vows that Holden had written for this occasion. “I promise that life will never be predictable with me. I’ll show you the world and give you everything that you want. You’ll never have a need for anything. Our love will be the only thing that matters and we will endure long enough to have grandchildren. I want to be sitting on that rocking chair with your hand in mine, withered and old and waiting for that final tick of the clock. I never want to be without you, because you are my life and you are my heart. Trust that you’ll be safe and you’ll be always in my heart. Whether I’m two feet in front of you or a thousand miles away. My vow is to make you the happiest woman in the world.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to say your own vows. It would seem pointless for me to spout off anything that wasn’t original. Off the top of my head, I’ll say that you’re the man of my dreams. Honestly, I never thought that I would fall for a white man, let alone a cowboy billionaire that has been through so much. Suffice to say, I want to be there for you and I want to hold your hand, listen to your worries and I want you to feel that you’ll always have a friend in me. You’ll never have to look around and wonder where I’m at, because I’ll always be by your side. This love will endure, because we’ll never allow a night to go by that doesn’t have one of us saying those three little words. We might get angry, but underneath it, we’ll know that there is nothing that can tear us apart.”

I looked over my shoulder, as the priest announced that we were husband and wife, to see that Timothy looked like he had lost his best friend.

I grabbed a bottle of champagne in one hand and Holden in the other, while motioning for Timothy to join us down on the beach. The sun had gone down and it left behind this magical red sunset that had us all drinking and having the time of our lives.

The liquor was flowing and it was helping me see things clearly for the first time. I wanted my husband and my friend to get along. I wanted them to feel like they were both part of my family. I rolled to my side and kissed Holden, pinning him down with my hands pushing him into the sand.

I rolled off of him and found myself on top of Timothy doing the same thing. I thought that Holden would say something, but he only moved to his side to watch me, as I kissed my best friend. I was the chocolate filling in the middle of this vanilla cookie.

“I don’t know about the two of you, but I would like to take this up to our room.” I thought that I had broken Timothy’s spirit, but when I stood up, I put my hands out for the both of them. They looked at each other, but then they smiled and I had a feeling that they were OK with this scenario. “I’m not sure this will ever happen again, but for tonight, I want to have it all.” They were now standing in front of me and I placed my hands against their packages. I got a pretty good idea that they were both sporting about the same size and thickness.

I didn’t want any kind of competition and if one was bigger, I could only imagine what kind of reaction that would’ve gotten from the other. I grabbed them both by their belts and I dragged them up the stairs to the penthouse suite in this bed and breakfast. The balcony was overlooking the beach and I opened up the sliding door to see the king size bed in the middle of the room. The blood red silk sheets were complemented by a white Duvet that was now pulled open like it was welcoming us into its embrace.

“I just want to tell you, wife, that this doesn’t change anything between us. I kind of find it hot that you would want to do this and with your best friend. I hope that it’s everything that you want and more. I would never deny you anything. I’m glad that I don’t find this a slight on my manhood. I actually want this to happen. I know how important Timothy is in your life and I would like to think that we can be at least friends with benefits.”

“I would like that too, Holden,” Timothy said to him. “I’m just not sure that sharing your wife is the answer. It’s not to say that I haven’t thought about it, but this is something a little bit different. I certainly didn’t think that we would be doing her together. I can honestly say that I’ve never tag teamed a woman, but there’s always a first time for everything.

I unbuttoned their shirts, seeing that they both liked to work out and put their bodies to the test. They saw my dark skin and the contrast to their pale white complexion was a bit jarring. I had their pants down around their ankles and both of them were standing there at complete attention and ready to go into battle. I let them watch, as I peeled back the layer of the white dress. It was essentially a wedding dress, but more something that you would see on the beach than a church.

It was short, except for the train that had now been taken care of with the sharp blades of a pair of scissors. I lifted the straps off my shoulders, watching, as their cocks bobbed up and down to the show that I was giving them. “I think it’s time for the big reveal. Trust me, you’ve both seen it before, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t have some surprises up my sleeve.”

When I dropped the straps, my hidden secret came out to their eager eyes. I was wearing edible underwear. I took one hand each and I drew them to the bed.

I laid there with my legs spread with each one holding one leg each and then they were moving in. until they were touching the strawberry essence. I heard them slurping and I looked down to see that they were stripping those edible panties away and consuming that delectable delight. There was no reason to stop them, after all the creamy center was where they were going to end up. I put my feet up onto the mattress, spreading my knees and letting them get better access to the goods.

“I don’t know about other women, but I think I understand why it’s better with two. You haven’t lived…oh yeah…until you have two men going down on you at the same time.”

I could feel their hot breath and then their tongues begin to move in unison. One concentrated on my clit, sucking it into his mouth, until Timothy buried his oral protrusion into my body. I’d never felt anything like it and I never knew that I could be a hair trigger from going off.

That wet sloshing sound was a byproduct of my excitement. I wasn’t in love with Timothy, but I did enjoy seeing his body and playing with him was something that I could get used to.

“Honey, I would like to see you cum all over our faces. Just let yourself go and I’m sure that it won’t take all that long for you to have that orgasm. I know how much I mean to you and I know that what you said on the beach was not just platitudes. I think that deep down we know that we were meant to be together and that this issue with your visa was the perfect way to make us see what we had right in front of us.” He returned to licking circles and I found myself pushing up against them.

“We are definitely going to have to do this… AGAINNNNNNNN.”

My legs were quivering and there was no denying that having them both was like a dream come true. As I was coming down from that moment, I noticed that Timothy was now between my legs and that Holden was holding my ankles wide.

“I thought that he deserved to go first. After all, I had that pleasure two days ago. Don’t worry, I plan to give you more than you can handle.” I felt Timothy bury himself in one long stroke. I don’t think that he would have done that, except that he was a little inebriated. “I love that we can do this together. You really are something special to me and to your friend Timothy.

I had their clothes off and I had their bodies and I knew that the love that I shared with Holden would forever bond us. I don’t think that I would ever fall in love with Timothy, but I think that we could make room for him in our life and in our bed. Until such time that he found somebody special, I would be more than happy to show him a good time with my husband, either watching or joining in.

He was fucking me hard and my heels were slapping up against his back, as I turned my head and found a hard on with my name on it. I slipped my lips over the crown of Holden’s cock, as he started to piston in and out of my mouth, until they had a healthy rhythm going that really did have those bedsprings working to the best of their ability.

“This is fucking amazing. I don’t think that I could ask for anything more. You’re one of my best friends, Avril and now you’re my sometime lover.”

His seed blasted fourth and he pulled free, so that he could spray from my pussy all the way up to my breasts. I guess seeing that was what brought forth Holden’s own climax. He let loose and filled my mouth, although this was more explosive than the last time. Maybe seeing me with another man had tickled his fancy.

I was still tingling and the product of Timothy’s desire was now congealing on my stomach. I could feel it turning into this hard sticky mess. I would need to take a shower, but right now that was secondary.

My main concern was to see if they were feeling any ill effects from doing something like this. I don’t think that I could have done this with anybody, but my best friend. I don’t think that Holden would be comfortable with me being with any other man besides Timothy. They were both going to be in my life and working side by side in both restaurants. This was what I had envisioned and I think that I could have died right now with a smile on my face.

I laid there between them, touching their chests and seeing them looking at the ceiling with smiles on their faces. I don’t think that I could be happier, except that I knew now that I was probably with child. It was almost like I’d been given a gift and even though I had not confirmed it with a doctor, I was still sure that there was a life growing inside me. I knew that it was Holden’s, but I also knew that Timothy would be a part of its life.

As I closed my eyes, I put my hand on my stomach and knew that everything was coming up roses. I loved that both of these men loved me for who I was. My weight was not an issue and being big boned was something that they both liked. What girl could have what I have? I wanted to tell myself back in the day that everything was going to be great. At least I could look back at those times as growing pains. Life was strange and it is true that it’s all about waiting. The universe has a way of giving you exactly what you want.

THE END

The Cowboy’s Ebony Mail Order Bride

Carl Gillipsy was an oil man and they said his father and his father’s father, well, they were just the epitome of old southern evil.  Carl’s father was alive to see racial discrimination in the sixties and his grandfather was alive to see the real segregation of the early 1900s.  And his great-grandfather was a true gray-blooded soldier of the Confederate Army. A generation back the family had owned slaves in the days preceding the Civil War. 

Gillipsy himself, they said, was evil because he was his father’s son and because he was an oil man, the preferred career of the Grand Old Party.  Gillipsy worked his way up from petroleum landman to Right of Way Agent and eventually founded his own continental oil company, and the family motto—unofficially of course—was At Least it’s All American-Made, as if that was the only good thing you could say about Gillipsy Oil.

Carl, however, wasn’t like his forefathers when it came to sales.  He had a way with words but not so much a way with people.  All people knew about Carl was that he came to the Town of Granfork, minded his own business, and had the biggest Stetson hat you ever saw. 

When it came to dealing with people one on one, that was just a whole other matter. 

“Well, well,” Nancy Doltraine the middle-aged cashier said, eyeing Gillipsy as he entered the department store, always dressed well in his black suit and black raincoat.  Whenever it was cold or wet, he always wore a coat.  Winter had been long for Granfork County this year. “Looks like you’re all dressed up and nowhere to go.”

She smiled at first in friendliness, but then in forced enthusiasm, eventually melting into sheer terror.  She realized that this wasn’t just another shopper for coats and boots.  This was someone important—the kind of guy who could buy the whole store just out of spite for having to deal with a rude cashier.

“It’s you,” she said, blinking her eyes and sighing.  “Oh, well. Hello, Mister Gillipsy.”

“Good afternoon,” he said in that even-tempered and somewhat distant manner.  His face was indeed ubiquitous around the town and in the nearby cities of Austin and Georgetown and all the way down to Houston.  His face graced the cover of every Texas magazine and every Google News story this side of creation.

“I’m here to buy a new coat.  Something a bit light.  Spring is fast approaching.”

She smiled as she looked into his face; a human face, yes, and a clean and handsome one since Gillipsy had only reached the age of thirty-six.

But his aura was intense.  His non-enthusiasm was brutal, as if his firm mouth and chin were a constant reminder to everyone that he didn’t need them.  They needed him, and his money all but paid for their micro-economy.

“Oh yes you are correct on that, sir.  No sense in a man like you being overdressed.”

“Well,” he said, always happy to correct a misstatement.  “I prefer to think that it’s cautious and respectful to be overdressed.  And not insolent by being underdressed.”

“Well I, uh…” she shrugged, caught off guard and not wanting to ruffle his feathers.

“There’s nothing wrong with being pleasing in appearance.  It shows respect.  It also shows one’s better side.  And you, my dear, are indeed a lovely woman to behold.”

“Ohhhhh, well thank you!” she said, waiting for a back-handed compliment or insult.  But nothing came.  What do you know, Gillipsy actually said something human.  This would be a story to hell her grandchildren.

“I’ll help myself to the dressing room,” he said with a half-smile, which surely looked like the very waters parting from her vantage point.

Perhaps it was no coincidence that Gillipsy was there about the same time as Tonya Abrams walked into the Grandfork Men’s House department store.  It was almost something like fate.

“Hi there,” she said to the cashier, looking around the store and slipping back and forth until she found the boots section.

“Hey there,” the cashier said back, noticing the woman was a cowgirl, from the very top of her hat and downward.  She was also young-looking, about late twenties.  

“Looking for size ten, size ten.”

“Oh?  Special occasion?”

“No, Ma’am,” she said, flipping through the boots on display and sizing them up.  “They’re for me.  I’m a rancher.  I need them to protect my ankles.”

“Well now,” the woman said with a smile.  “Why does a pretty young woman like you feel obligated to get your hands all dirty?  You should be out charming those young fellas.”

Tonya laughed quietly, not sure if she was flattered that a southern White lady was giving a young Black woman a genuine compliment or insulted because she was holding back feminism.

“Well, thank you, kindly, but I reckon no man can handle me.  I’m as stubborn as an oxe and as fast as a horse.”

“You sound like my grandmother,” Nancy said.  “She was ahead of her time.  I guess you might say we didn’t inherit the gene.”

“Too bad,” Tonya laughed.  “There are plenty of ladies but not a lot of strong women.”

“Up north there are,” Nancy said politely.

Tonya laughed.  “Here and there.  I guess.”

Just then Gillipsy walked out of the dressing room, abruptly and eager to leave as always.  However, seeing that Tonya was halfway to the register, decided to wave her in.

“Go ahead,” he said, acquiescing.

“I will,” she said proudly, sure as hell not about to give up her spot to this well-dressed White man. 

Carl waited patiently as Nancy ran up Tonya’s boots. 

“I’m sorry, the card’s been declined,” she said apologetically.

“God damn it,” Tonya said with a stomp.  “Fuckers took the money out of my bank.”

“Well that happens, you know, when you don’t pay your bills.”

Nancy flinched and kept her head low as Tonya turned around and glared at the smirking oil man.

“Excuse the hell me, but who in the name of Fucking Christmas are you?  And why is it your business?”

“Is your bank Reliant State?”

“Well yeah...how did you…?”

“Because I own that bank,” Gillipsy said firmly, as poor Nancy cowered further.  “That’s the money you owe me.  And you have a lot of nerve telling me that I’m wrong taking the money that you owe me.”

“Well for your information, I had to buy these boots to get a job to pay my balance.”

“All I know is that you signed the contract.  You owe me money as agreed.  If you couldn’t pay, then you should have called us to make arrangements.”

“Bullshit!  It’s my money and that’s my debt.  I will pay my debt when I get to it, and it has nothing to do with you, Donald Trump.”

Gillipsy laughed.  “Well, that’s new.  I’ve been called George W. more times than I can remember, but never Trump.  I’m glad you liberals keep up to date.”

“You know what?  Screw this.  I don’t even need this shit.”

Tonya pushed the boots over and stormed out of the store.

The whole thing made Carl laugh.  But after shaking his head he made another request, along with the purchase of his new suit.  Put the boots on my tab.  Be sure to give them to her after I leave.  She’ll never accept charity if she knows it comes from a White man.”

He smiled and left, immensely pleased with himself.

Gillipsy had a good afternoon, but the evening was a bit of a farce.  He blew out a tire just two blocks down the road from the store.  Apparently some moron left a two by four with nails all over it right on the passing lane, and that did a good job of flattening the tire of Carl’s Lincoln MKS.  He never took a limo into town—too pretentious.

“Hell of a thing,” he said to his chauffeur.  “You buy the best American car trying to be a patriot.  Tires aren’t worth a damn.  Same damn thing as a Ford when it gets down to basics.” 

“Well, maybe your problem is that you buy American, sir,” his chauffeur said.

“I don’t suppose you know how to change a tire, Charlie?” 

“Not my specialty.  I could try…”

“No, it’s okay,” he said tiredly.  “I’ll call Triple A.  Why else do I pay them every month if not for things like this?”

“Going to be a long walk, Sir,” the chauffeur said.  “Or a long wait.  You want to ride piggyback to the diner?”

“Don’t be snarky,” Carl said, still smiling and always enjoying the guts and wit of his one Latino worker.  “We can wait.  You can entertain me with small talk.”

The two men nodded and stared at each other until an awkwardness chilled the air.  

“Wow, it’s going to be a long wait,” laughed Charlie.

“You said it, amigo.”

And fate showed up, with perfect timing.  Carl smiled when he saw a black Ford drive up beside him…until he looked through the window and saw a very happy Tonya Abrams tilting her head and smiling like a loon.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Well, well, well!” Tonya said.  “Looks like the boot is on the other foot now, isn’t it, Mister Gillipsy?”

“I suppose so,” Carl said with a scowl.

“Now why, Sir, may I ask, are you broken down in the middle of the road?  All you had to do was service that tire.  If you had you wouldn’t be in such a mess.”

“That’s a ridiculous analogy.  We ran over a nail.”

“Well, why on earth would you do that?”

“It was an accident.”

“Oh I see.  But because I’m Black then that means whatever mess I get myself into is just cuz I’m a pot-smoking bum that lives on welfare, right?”

“All right.  You made your point,” Carl said with a shake of his head.  “I don’t want to spend the next hour listening to you mock me.”

“Just relax.  I’ll change it for you.”

“You?”

“Hell yeah.  I learned how to change a tire before I turned thirteen years old.  Don’t tell me Juan there doesn’t know how to change a tire.”

“Well that’s racist,” Charlie said with a smirk.

“Easy now, Charlie,” Carl laughed.  “She can say whatever she wants if she helps us out of a jam.  I sure don’t want to wait an hour in the car making small talk with you.”

“More like two hours in Granfork.  They probably don’t even know where we are on the map.”

Tonya parked and got out of the car.  She opened the trunk and pulled out a jack and wrench.

“Sad world we live in.  Poor Black woman has to take care of two helpless rich men.”

“I owe you one,” Carl said, surprised at Tonya’s mechanical skills.

“Mmmm-mmm, you don’t owe me a damn thing.  And just to let you know, the only reason I’m doing this is so you can take back those boots you bought me.”

“What?”

“That’s right.  I don’t need your charity.”

“I was being nice.”

“Nope.  I don’t need anyone to be nice to me.  I pay my own way.  That is, if the bank doesn’t rob my account first.”

“Well technically it’s the bank’s money…”

“Excuse me?” she said, finding his eyes, holding the wrench up in hand.

“Never mind.  It’s uh…not important.”

“That’s right.  And you’re taking back those boots, Mister.”

“I believe in fairness.  You earned them.  How’s that?”

“No.  If you really believe in fairness…then here’s what you can do.  You can return my money that you took without my permission.  And we can call it square.”

“How much was it?”

“It was two hundred dollars.  I needed that money for the whole week.  I can pay you next week.”

“Done.  I appreciate your ingenuity.”

“Yeah right,” Tonya said. 

“I do.  It’s rare to meet someone with intelligence, class who’s also…”

“What?  Black?”

“Well no…I was going to say who’s also a beauty.”

“Ahhhh.  Ahaaahh!”  Tonya grabbed her tummy and laughed her ass off.  “Don’t even go there.  Don’t even.”

“What?”

Charlie laughed too.  “Smooth, Mister G.”

“I state it only as a matter of fact.”

“Yeah well, no flattery needed.  Just accept the fact that you were a jerk and I showed you how to be a better man, mmmkay?”

“I don’t think I need any help being a better man.”

He almost continued but then bit his lip and smiled. 

“I’ve heard that before too,” Tonya said, looking at Carl and raising her eyebrow.  “Doesn’t mean I believe it when they say it.”

“Well…be that as it may.  Maybe it was fate that brought us here today.”

“Maybe…or maybe it was just you running over a nail like an old fool,” Tonya said, yanking the lug nut right off.

The tire change was great—she had strength and precision and set it in just perfect, better than they even did at the dealership.  She smiled at Carl and he smiled back, not quite sure what to say or what to feel.

“Well…check your bank account tomorrow.  All I can say is thank you.”

“No problem.  Guys like you need the most help, Mister G,” Tonya said, leaning on the car window.  She walked back to her car and drove away.