Dirty Lay (24 page)

       “Hey you look exhausted,” I said.

       “I am, I was trying to get some sleep but that damn water kept me up,” she said.

       “My offer still stands, I can hold you and rock you to sleep if you like,” I offered.

       “Stop it!  You are just up to no good,” she said.

       “No I’m dead serious!” I said.

       “That might work but you have to promise to keep your hands to yourself!” she said.

       “Then how am I supposed to hold you?” I asked.

       “You know what I mean,” she said pointing her fork at me.

       “Okay, scout’s honor,” I said raising my two fingers even though I have never been a boy scout in my life.

       “Okay,” she said.

       “Just let me take a shower and I will meet you in your room,” I said.

       I jumped in the shower and lathered myself up real good, from behind my ears to between my toes.  When I was finished I dried myself off and put deodorant, lotion and sprayed myself with some Polo cologne.  I pulled on some pajamas and a wifebeater

       When we were done eating we dumped our trays and headed to her bunk.  She climbed in and turned her back to me as she faced the wall.  I climbed in behind her and wrapped my arms around her.  She felt really good in my arms as I pulled her closer. I knew she felt my dick grow against her ass because she tried to move forward a little but I wouldn’t let her.

       Finally she relaxed and just allowed me to hold her and we slept all night.  This went on for two months straight; every morning after our shifts were over we’d shower and climb in either her bed or mine.  Sometimes we would spoon and sometimes we would face each other while in each other’s arms. 

       One morning while we lay in bed spooning Rachel turned, faced me and kissed me.  Who was I to look a gift horse in the mouth as I wrapped my arms all the way around her and kissed her right back.  Our tongues danced in each other’s mouths as we passionately let all our horny feelings come to surface.  My hands began to roam over her ass as we continued our kiss. 

       Next thing I knew I was on my back and she was straddling me as our lips remained locked.  I grinded my pelvis into hers as she moaned in my ear and lightly sucked on my neck.  I lifted her shirt and kissed her boobs before I took them in my mouth and began to suck on them.  She cried out softly as I began to pull her shorts off.  Her roommate was in the other bed trying to sleep and judging by the way she was tossing and turning I’d have to say sleep would not come easy for her this time.

       Once I had gotten Rachel’s shorts off I pulled my dick from my pajamas and she quickly sat on it, moaning loudly as she jumped up and down on my stiff dick.  I sucked on her breasts as she bounced on my dick, grinding hard and fast making my toes curl.  I flipped her over and long stroked her sweet, hot box as she cried out softly.  I pulled my dick out and threw my face between her thighs licking her clit while fingering her pussy, causing her to go crazy.  I licked and fingered her until I felt her juices release in my mouth.  I wiped my chin and reinserted my dick into her as she lifted her legs up high on my shoulders.

       I pounded her pussy while squeezing her breasts as she fought the urge to scream from the pleasure of our session.  Our bodies clapped loudly as we reached our climax and collapsed next to each other.  Our sweat mixed as I held her in the spooning position like I always did, except this time was so much more different than any of the other times before.   

       For the next month and a half Rachel and I had sex, sometimes three times before we went to sleep.  Her roommate was gone by the end of the first week which made us happy because we didn’t have to worry about waking anyone in the room up.  I loved sex and it was hard to be on the rig for three and four months without any sex but now I didn’t have to worry about that anymore.  Rachel loved having sex with me, I could tell.  I guess it was because I was not boring in the bedroom switching positions and giving her the rides of her life.

       She wanted to talk about what would happen in the next couple days when we went home; I didn’t.  I preferred to concentrate on the here and now and just let whatever happens happen.  I knew I shouldn’t have been doing the horizontal polka with Rachel but she was too sexy to resist.  As much as I loved fucking her I was ready to get home to spend my checks.  I wasn’t sure what was going to happen once I returned home especially with all the drama going on with Shaniqua.  I couldn’t keep avoiding the shit forever so in a couple of days I was just gonna make it do what it do.

CHAPTER THIRTY-MEGAN

       I couldn’t believe Ant had just left like that without saying anything to me.  He had been gone for two months when I started feeling sick to my stomach from everything I smelled.  On first I thought it was a virus so I took Mylanta but after a week and the illness still persisted I decided to go to the doctor.  I figured maybe it was something more serious and I would need antibiotics to make it better. I dropped Adrianna off to my mom’s house so I could make it on time for my appointment.  I arrived at the office and signed in.  It didn’t take long for them to call me to the back area where my vitals were taken and then I was placed in exam room 3.

       Dr. Mason walked in and looked at my chart. 

       “So Megan how are you?” she asked.

       “I’ve been having trouble with my stomach.  My stomach is always upset and I’ve been having trouble keeping my food down.  It just seems like everything makes me nauseous,” I said.

       “Hmmm!  Could you be pregnant again?” she asked.

       “Oh hell no!  Trust me I am not pregnant!  I have enough with Adrianna’s lil butt so I don’t need any more babies right now,” I said.

       “But could it be possible?  I mean you do have a boyfriend right?” Dr. Mason asked.

       “Yea but,” I said.

       “Have y’all been having unprotected sex?” she asked.

       “Well, I guess so but Dr. Mason I really just think I have a virus!” I protested.

       “Well let’s get a urine sample and see what it says,” she told me as she walked out of the exam room and I followed.

       She handed me a urine cup and I went to the restroom to pee in the cup.  I prayed as I peed in that cup that I was not pregnant again but now I was nervous.  I wrote my name on the cup and stuck it in the little hole in the wall that allowed the technician to examine the specimen.  I walked back out into the area and headed towards the exam room to wait for the doctor.

       I played on my phone while I waited for the next ten minutes and when she came back I could tell by the look on her face that I wasn’t gonna like the news.

        “Well the urine test came back positive for pregnancy,” she said and I immediately broke into tears.

       “I can’t be pregnant!  My baby hasn’t made a year yet!  This can’t be happening!” I cried.

       “I’m sorry but these tests are pretty accurate.  I can take a blood sample if you like but I’m sure it will say the same thing,” she said.

       “Oh my God!” I cried.

       “Do you know how far along you might be?  Do you remember when your last menstrual cycle was?” she asked.

       “I had a cycle last week so maybe the test is wrong!” I reasoned.

       “I don’t think so; sometimes a woman can still be pregnant and have their cycle.  Would you like me to take the blood sample? ” she asked.

       “Would you?  I just can’t believe this!” I said.

       “I’ll send my lab tech in a few minutes,” she said and walked out.

        As I sat in the exam room all kinds of thoughts ran through my mind as I waited for the lab tech to come in.  I didn’t know what I was gonna do if I was pregnant again.  As much as I loved being a mom I wasn’t looking to have another baby so soon, especially since Ant was always on water and hardly helped with Adrianna.        

        The lab tech came in and took the blood samples she needed and left the room.  I texted Ant to ask what he was doing and waited for him to respond.  After fifteen minutes Dr. Mason walked back in looking at what I assumed were my blood tests results.

       “The blood tests will be sent to the lab and we should have the results in about three to five days but as I said the urine test are pretty accurate so I’m pretty sure you’re pregnant.  Megan you should make an appointment with Dr. McIntyre so you can start seeing him again.  I advise you to make the appointment soon since you don’t know how far along you are and you need to get some prenatal vitamins.  Okay?” Dr. Mason asked.

       “Yes Dr. Mason, I will call him as soon as I get home,” I said.

       I left the office in a daze not knowing what I was going to do at this point.  Ant still hadn’t responded to my text so I sent him another one.

       Me: I’m pregnant!

       Ant: What the fuck!

       Me: Oh you answered real quick for that one huh?

       Ant: How the fuck you pregnant again Megan?

       Me: What the fuck you mean?  You just as responsible as me!

       Ant: I will talk to you when I get home.  You really know how to fuck up a nigga’s day yo!

       Selfish ass nigga!  I knew he wouldn’t be happy but damn, why he gotta blame me?  I put my phone in my pocket and headed to my mom’s to pick up Adrianna.  I dreaded telling her I was pregnant because she already knew about Ant’s other babies and was not happy.  But I was a grown woman and I loved this man so this was my business.   I drove to my mom’s with a heavy heart though because Ant had just accused me of ruining his day by telling him that I was pregnant.  If he thought my day was any better, he was sadly mistaken.

CHAPTER THIRTY ONE- LUKE

      I had taken the boys to get DNA tests done three weeks ago and I was waiting for the results.  Jessica was adamant that they were both mine but I didn’t think so.  She said it was impossible for them to be for anyone else but me because she had never cheated on me.  My thing was if she had never cheated on me she shouldn’t have had a problem taking the damn tests.  I practically had to drag her down to the DNA Diagnostic Center by her damn hair to get her to agree.

       She sat their nervously holding Bryson while I held Bryan.  I believed Bryan was my son but Bryson had to belong to someone else because he didn’t look like me at all.  The lady swabbed the two baby’s cheeks as well as mine and Jessica’s.  She sealed them in packages and told us it would take about three weeks for the results to come to us by mail.

       So as I sat in the living room waiting for the mail to come I was getting anxious.  This was the third day into the three week waiting period and I needed to know if this baby was mine or not.  I hoped he was for Jessica’s sake but if he wasn’t I already knew who the daddy was.

       The mail truck passed and I rushed out the front door to check the mailbox.  There were a couple of bills and insignificant sale papers and then I saw the letter from the DDC.  I didn’t even wait until I got inside to rip that shit open and read what it said.  Just as I suspected Bryan was mine and the results were 99.9999 % positive.  When I looked at the paperwork for Bryson the results were just as I suspected; I was not the father.