I'd Rather Be Single 2 (14 page)

My
babe’s hands were gripped around my hair as he helped my head motion back and forth on his dick. "Yes baby, suck that dick." he moaned as I made him feel a pleasure he probably never felt before with my skills.

I was
drenching his dick with my spit as I stroked the length of his dick back and forth. I went to town on Big Meat, porn star style.

"Damn,
what the fuck! I'm about to cum." I took my lips off the head of his penis because I needed to feel him inside me before he came.

I laid back. He parted my legs and pushed them in the air. He
put Big Meat inside me and I moaned at the pain. Every time we had sex, it always felt like the first time, because of how his thick dick stretched inside me. His shit was so big, I loved it.

"
Ohhhh." I let out all types of exotic moans because it hurt so good. "Baby, this dick feels soo good!" His dick was now stroking my spot, making my pussy shower his dick with my juices.

"Damn, you're so wet Tyra. T
his pussy is so good, what the fuck."

I
smiled and caught his eyes. They were full of passion, I could tell he was about to come and I wanted talk dirty while he did. "You see how wet you got your pussy daddy?" I asked him, licking my lips

"Yes, this is
my pussy, right? Right?" he asked, thrusting harder and harder.

"Yes! Yes! You know this is your pussy baby.
This wet pussy is yours. Ohhh yesss!" I moaned, feeling myself about to come.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!" I screamed. He was forcing
Big Meat deeper and harder.

"Oh I'm cumming." I moaned.

"I'm cumming baby." he moaned back, his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

We both
shouted as our bodies exploded against each other. We both came, and I forced my nails into his back because he felt soooo good, but I realized that he didn't pull out. He laid his exhausted body next to mine, his eyes closed, facing the ceiling.

I turned to kiss his face.
"Babe, you know I'm not on birth control. Why didn't you pull out?"

"That pussy felt too good
. I couldn't pull out. Fuck that, that shit was toooo good."

I
chuckled, but then got serious. "But babe, seriously, we gotta be smarter."

He opened his eyes and turned
toward me. "You know I want a baby anyway, so if you get pregnant, we'll just be having a baby."

His words sparked flames of happiness in
side me. All I ever wanted was a family and to know that both Court and I were on the same page made me happy. I was no fool though, I wanted a ring on it. I wasn't trying to be no nigga’s baby's mama.

"
I would love to have your baby. But you know how I feel about that Court. I want to be married first."

"Yo, w
e both want the same thing, stop tripping. Now come on, let’s rest real quick. I gotta leave in like ten minutes to make curfew."

Whenever Court and I got into deep conversation, his emotional unavailability often showed up.
I noticed that the more serious we got, the more he avoided expressing his feelings. It seemed weird, because in the beginning of our relationship, he was quick to spill out his vulnerability. Now he shied away from deep conversation. I learned to deal with it, because I got used to the fact that he wasn’t verbal about his feelings. I mean our entire relationship depended on communication via text, because he didn’t like talking on the phone, and then I noticed more and more excuses on his behalf.

I
lay on his bare chest, rubbing my hand across it, staring at his closed eyes, and wishing he could stay longer. But as his supportive woman, I woke him up ten minutes later so that he could make curfew. He put on his clothes, gave me a kiss and headed back to the camp headquarters.

I didn’t see Court much for the rest of training camp. Once it was over, we were fucking like rabbits and even worse, we weren’t using condoms and I kept telling him that a baby with no ring wasn’t in my plans. But he kept telling me that he wanted a baby
, so if I got pregnant, we’d take it from there. I only hoped that he was sincere.

Pre-season came and went and it was the day of the first game. Excitement permeated our apartment because Dalia and I were enthused about going to represent our men. Though I dated a football player in the past, it was always off-season. We always broke up before the season started, so I wasn’t able to attend the games or attend the training camp. Best believe, I was at all of Michael’s basketball games, but football was a different experience.

The
Patriots were playing the Falcons that day. I wore my Patriots hat, fitted black skinny leg jeans and a black baby doll Patriots shirt. Since Dalia was originally from Atlanta, she decided to wear her Falcons hat. All I could do was shake my head at her. If her boo saw her with that hat on, he’d probably smack it off her, so I kept ragging on her about it.

"Now you know you look crazy wearing some Falcons shit when your man plays for the home team."

She twisted her lips. "My baby know where my heart is at, but today, I'm reppin' the A all day!" She joked, flashing her A-town sign, two fingers down.

We made our way to
the will-call line and collected our tickets. I was amped for the game to start. My baby had been killing em’ in all of the pre-season games, and I finally got to see him put in work live at a real game and I was excited. Dalia and I found our seats and got comfortable. All the players were already on the field.

"There he is." I said
, spotting my boo.

"Go BABY!" I yelled.

“Oh I see my babe right there. Wooo!!!! Let’s go Patriots!” Dalia chanted.

“You know you look crazy screaming for the Patriots wearing a Falcons hat
, right?” I teased

“So what
? Stop hating!” she spat.

We
took pleasure in watching the Patriots whip the Falcons ass in that game. In good football spirit, we decided to purchase mugs full of beer. We copped the most dramatic beer mugs, but it made the experience that much more fun. When halftime rolled around, I was starving.

“Let’s go get a hotdog or something.”
I rubbed my belly.

“
Definitely. I’m hungry too, girl.” Dalia said.

We
headed into the building shopping for a food vendor that looked like they served the best hot dogs.

We stopped at one of the vendors that smelled like they had the best food.
I scanned the menu. “Oh girl, they sell wine here too. I’m ordering me some pinot, that beer is not hitting it.”

“Tyra, you and your damn pinot.”
Dalia laughed.

“You know it!” I teased before placing my order.

I paid for my hotdog and glass of pinot and discovered the condiments in the middle of the aisle. The ketchup pump was stuck, so I was about to hit another condiment station when a chick stopped me.

“Hey, how are you
. You are here for Courtney right?”

She was friendly and smiling largely. “Yes I am.” I
answered confused, I didn’t know who the fuck she was.

“You are his cousin right?” she asked.

“His cousin? No, I’m his girlfriend.”

Her smile disappeared and she pointed at her protruding belly.

“Are you saying you are pregnant by Courtney?” I asked.

“Six months pregnant.”
she announced

I almost passed out. I went over to the condiment station and leaned against it. She followed me.

Dalia joined us at that moment. “Six months pregnant? Who is this?” Dalia was just as confused as I was.

“She said she’s six months pregnant with Court’s baby.”

“Oh hell no! Do you know this is his woman boo boo? I don’t know who you are, but they’ve been together for a while now.” Dalia defended.

I took a sip of my pinot
, secretly wishing it was a shot of patron. I couldn’t believe what was going on.

“Well
, we live together.” the girl explained.

I almost spit out my pinot. I scoped the girl out
. She was plain, had zero swag, but she wasn’t ugly. She was just not what I expected Courtney to step out on me with.

“How do y’all live together when I spend the night whenever
I’m over there? That’s impossible.” I quizzed.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“Am I sure? I’m a grown woman, I don’t have to lie. There was never a single fabric of a female’s belongings at Courtney’s house.”

I began reassessing our relationship. Lately Courtney spent most nights at my house. I hadn’t been to his house for at least two weeks. Maybe she had just moved in
, because she damn sure couldn’t have been living with him all along. His shit is a straight bachelor pad, I would know if a female lived there.

“How long have y
’all been together?” I asked her.

“For two years, but I was in Florida taking care of my ailing grandma for most of the first year. This year, we’ve been rocking harder
, especially now that I’m pregnant.”

I thought back
. Maybe that’s why Court’s ass canceled so many of our dates at the last minute, and our communication was strictly text. He had this bitch around.

“Have you been through some shit like this before with him?” I asked.

“The only time some shit like this happened, was when we were at a club one day and I saw him there with some girl. I confronted her and—”

I cut her off. “That was me! You came and asked me if I was
with Courtney that night and you told me that y’all were no longer together. Right?”

“Oh, that was you?”
she asked. Clearly she knew that I was the same girl from the club. How else did she spot me at a football game out of all the rest of the girls that were there? She knew the deal.

“Yeah
, that was me. He grabbed my hand in front of you and we left together.” I had to throw that in her face.

She nodded slowly.
“Man, I figured you were still around, since I told you we were no longer together. But the truth was, we were still working things out.”

“So you watched him leave with me
, but you decided to work things out? And you just admitted that you felt I was still around but you decided to get pregnant by him anyway?”

“
Yeah, I felt that you had to be still around but I could never catch him up.”

“So l
ike I said, you felt that another woman was around, but you still got pregnant by him?”

Breal approached us
. She must’ve realized what was going on. “Dalia, let’s leave them alone to talk, come up to the box with me.”

I didn’t even see when Breal and Dalia left. I
was too in tune with this pregnant woman who was allegedly carrying my man’s baby.

“Our baby was planned
,” she said.

“Honey, we don’t use protection
. He’s always telling me that he wants a baby with me too, so if I happened to be pregnant right now, I can say it was planned too. His ass was playing us both.”

“
Look, I’m not trying to cause any drama, I’m just trying to get to the bottom of this. I honestly think that you and I are the girlfriends and the rest of the bitches are groupies. You have no idea how many naked photos I’ve seen in his phone.”

I looked at her oddly. One thing
I knew not to do was go into a man’s phone, because you will find exactly what you were looking for. Then I became embarrassed because I’m sure she saw my pictures in his phone too.

“So what are we going to do to expose this shit?
” My adrenaline was speeding up and I was so ready to confront him.

“I can call you when we get home
, and you can come over, and we can confront him together.”

Hearing her say when “we” get home as if she was really living with him had me
pissed on another level. Unless she moved in the last two weeks, there was no way she was living with him the entire time. Shit just wasn’t adding up.