No Justice No Peace (17 page)

            “Come by tomorrow.  I…I can’t talk about this right now,” she said still trembling all over. 

            “Tomorrow is never promised.  I need to talk to you now.”

            Anna opened the door and we walked into the living room.  She turned on a lamp and sat down on the couch.  I stood up by the door, waiting for her to get herself together.

            “What is it that you wanted to talk to me about?” I asked. She didn’t respond. “I’m sure you wasn’t following me for nothing.”

            She looked up with her puffy red eyes. “Why did you have to lie to me?  I was honest with you…”

            “I lied because I didn’t want you to know who I was.  So there.  It wasn’t in my best interest to tell you I was Desmon’s father.”

            “You know darn well you could have told me the truth.  You pretended to be someone that you weren’t.  You tricked me into telling you things about Desmon.  And, you used me for sex whenever things got heated between you and Ginger.  How could you do that to me? I thought you really cared.”

            I couldn’t help but raise my voice. I hated when people were wrong about me. “Look, you know damn well how I feel about you! I told you and I didn’t lie about it!  Like I said before, it just wasn’t in my best interest to tell you the truth at the time!”

            “Stop, fucking yelling at me bastard!  I’ve been going through nothing but hell trying to fight these damn feelings for you!  You never called or tried to give me one simple explanation!”

            I pointed my finger at Anna. “I did try to explain this shit to you!  When you were in Ginger’s kitchen, I tried to explain everything to you!  But, you walked out! Remember! So, now, I’m walking out!  I’m sorry about the damn windshield and I’m sorry if you think I used you for sex! I promise not to hurt you no damn more, au-ight!” I opened the door and walked out.  Anna came after me, hopping in on the passenger’s side of my car. 

            “Get out,” I said. “I’m going home.”

            “And…and I’m going with you. Since you want to live such a secretive life, who in the hell are you living with now?”

            I cut my eyes at Anna and drove off.  During the drive to my place, I didn’t say anything to her and she didn’t say anything to me.  When I pulled in front of my house, I looked over at her.

            “Do you want to come inside to meet my wife?”

            Her eyes widened. “You’re married?” she yelled.

            “Yes.  So, since you want to know everything about me, then why don’t you start by meeting my wife.”

            Anna hurried out of the car.  She slammed the door and started down the street.

            I followed behind her. “Where are you going?”

            “I’m going home,” she said, shaking her head. “You are just full of surprises, aren’t you?”

            “And full of shit sometimes too, so come on,” I said, grabbing her arm.  She resisted, so I pulled her to the front door with me.

She stood with her arms folded as I unlocked the door.

            “What do you want me to do, fight her for you?  I’m not going to fight anybody over you,” she said.

            “Maybe she’ll want to fight you for me, huh?  Remember, you’re the one who said that you wanted to know everything about me.”

            I pushed the door open and we walked in.  Anna stood by the doorway with her arms still folded like she was prepared to meet my imaginary wife.  Making sure the coast was clear, I walked through my place to make sure Rufus and his date wasn’t there.  While in my bedroom, I removed my jacket and silk shirt.  I left my white t-shirt on and unbuttoned the top button on my pants. 

            When I walked back into the living room, Anna lustfully gazed at my body, and then turned her head. I stood tall in front of her and took her hand.

            “My wife is in the bedroom. She’s dying to meet you,” I said.

            She snatched her hand away, but bravely followed behind me.  As I walked through the doorway to my bedroom, I moved aside so Anna could see there was no one in the room.

            “Now, as you can see, I live alone.  Is there anything else you’d like to know about me?”

            She sighed and turned to walk out of the door. I quickly snatched her up, pushing her backwards onto the bed.  I immediately hit the light switch and hurried to put my body on top of hers. 

            “Get off me,” she yelled, but I wasn’t convinced that she wanted me to.

            When I tried to kiss her, she moved her head from side to side.

            “I don’t want you to kiss me,” she yelled.  “I want you to get up off me!”

            “I will, once you calm down,” I said calmly.

            “I am going to calm down, once you get up!”

            I continued to lye on Anna, until she calmed down and stopped wiggling around.  Eventually, she did.    

“Don’t ever force yourself on me like this again,” she said. “It brings back memories and I don’t like to be held down against my will. It takes me back to when I was raped.”

            I stared at Anna in the partially dark room, and then kneeled down beside the bed. I took her shoes off and lightly rubbed up her legs.

            “Do these hands feel anything like the hands of a rapist?”

            She didn’t say a word, until I reached up her skirt and touched her panties.

            “Kiley, not now.  We have so much we need to talk about first.”

            “We can talk during sex and afterwards…how about that? Let me just feel your insides for a while.”

            I reached for her panties again, and this time, she rose up to let me take them off.  I removed the rest of my clothes, and once she took off her shirt, she pressed her breasts against my chest while standing. 

            “Damn, you feel so good in my arms,” I whispered. “What is it about you that make me feel this way?”

            “Please don’t say those things to me.  I’m so confused now, Kiley, that I…I—

            “Shhh,” I said, and then turned her around.  I started to massage her thick breasts together.  She leaned her head back and I rolled my tongue down her neck.  She moaned from the touch of my tongue and from feeling my hard dick pressing against her ass. I could tell Anna was anxious for me to fuck her.  She cut my foreplay short by placing her hands on the bed and letting me know she was ready.  I went inside of her, instantly ready to come.  I needed to regroup, so I did by standing still.

            I started to stroke, while listening to the sound of Anna’s pussy.  It was so wet, that it allowed me to go deeper.  The sounds of her juices stirring turned me on, and before I knew it, I released weeks of backed up cum against her walls. 

            I pulled out, hurrying to wipe myself off with a towel. I wanted to feel her for a while longer, so I lay on the bed and placed her hand on my dick so she could massage it. It took several minutes for me to work myself back up, and after I did, I straddled my muscular thighs across Anna’s face. I then buried my face between her warm legs.  As we tasted each other, I rolled her body on top of mine and continued to work on her insides.  Of course, I got cheated when she rose up on her knees and let out soft moans.  She placed her hands between her upper thighs to pull her coochie lips even further apart. I’d already had them as far as I wanted them to go, but since she insisted on helping me, I went in deeper with my tongue. Feeling how excited she was, I took her fingers, along with mine to tickle her insides.  My intentions were to loosen her insides up a bit more, but she soon pulled her fingers out and squirted into my mouth.

            With that, we called it even, but I had an urge to bust one more nut. Her legs poured over my shoulders and I went to work.

            “Why…why do you fuck me like this, Kiley?  Baby, tell me, why?” she strained to say.

            “Because I enjoy fucking you, that’s why. Now, you’d better start fucking the shit out of me, too, or else.”

            “Or else what?”

            “Or else, I’m gonna find somebody else to fuck me. You don’t want me to find somebody else to give it to me, do you?”

            “No,” she said. “Never.”

            I switched positions and fell backwards.  I put Anna on top of me and let her go to work.  For the most part, she got down.  That was until she got tired from riding me.  I had my hands on her hips to hold them down and continued to dip my ass in the bed so I could rise up to the occasion with deep strokes up inside of her.

            “Why are you stopping?” I asked, as I could tell she was tired.

            She paused for a minute. “I’m not in physical shape like you are.  I’m sorry if I’ve disappointed you, and I hope that you wouldn’t have sex with someone else because—

            “Anna, don’t take everything I say so seriously.  I was only kidding.  I just wanted you to give me all you got.  I got it, so I’m not complaining.”

            She smiled and started to move on top of me again.  After several more minutes into it, we both came together. I squeezed her tightly in my arms and we lay there silently throughout the entire night. Maybe now we could figure out a way to put the past behind us. Then again, maybe not.

Chapter Eleven

            Anna stayed the whole week at my place with me.  Since I’d broken the window to her cousin’s car, I took it to Al’s earlier in the week to get it fixed.  I also saw my boy Rufus off to LA, and I’d promised him again I’d think hard about what we’d discussed.  When I gave him the down low about Dominique, he agreed with me that trouble was certainly on the way.  I told him I could handle myself, and if I couldn’t, he made it clear that all I had to do was say the word.

            As for Desmon, I’d been calling to check on him during the week.  Sometimes he was cool, but most of the time, his conversation was shitty.  Deep down, I knew he was angry about not being able to play football, so I didn’t press the issue.  I did, however, remind him about spending some time with me and he insisted that he would.  Both him and Antonio knew Anna had been with me all week and neither of them seem to trip.  Anna was worried about Antonio not being receptive of our relationship, but it didn’t seem to matter to him one way or the other.  The other day while I was talking to Desmon, Antonio took the phone and told me to take care of Anna.  He didn’t have to worry about her, because I intended to do just that. 

My feelings for her surprised the fuck out of me.  She really wasn’t my type of woman, but I couldn’t figure out what it was about her that I liked so much.  Normally, I desired to have a thick sista.  One with a juicy round ass and hips to go right along with it.  I wasn’t too much of a breast man, but it didn’t hurt to have a nice set of those to go with it.  Anna, however, was none of that.  Her ass was nowhere near the Jada’s and Ginger’s of the world, but she at least had enough breasts that I could enjoy.  As for the sex, well, on a scale from one to ten, I’d give her a six or seven.  She still had a lot to learn, but I wasn’t really tripping.  I understood her situation with the rape ordeal and I knew that a big part of her was afraid to let go and give me all that she could.  She seemed comfortable with me, but I still sensed a bit of nervousness with her during sex.

            On Saturday morning, Anna was still in bed resting from the smack-it-up and lay-it-to-the-side sex I put on her last night.  I was doing everything in my powers to enhance our sex life, but every time I’d try something different with her, she’d insist the position was too painful.  No doubt, I was packing but I ain’t never had a woman who insisted she just couldn’t handle me as much as Anna complained.  The width, she said, is what hurt her the most, but there was nothing much I could do about that.  Besides, after all the fucking we’d been doing this week, I was sure things were starting to look up.  But, what did I know?  Her body was just different and if I wanted to be with her, I had to accept it.

            After I got out of the shower, I slid into my black stretch jockey shorts and tied a black bandana on my baldhead since I didn’t feel like shaving it.  I quickly trimmed around my goatee, and rubbed myself with some moisturizing lotion.  Since I’d been thinking heavy about Desmon coming to see me, I went into the living room and sat back on the couch.  I reached for the phone and called Ginger’s house.  I hated she answered, and since she did, I asked to speak to Desmon.

            “He’s outside talking to somebody,” she said in a snobby voice. “In the meantime, what happened to you the other night?”

            “I got the hell out of there like everybody else did.  After that, I went home.”

            “Yeah, I bet you did.  I’m sure some bitch found her way to your bedroom that night.”

            I ignored Ginger’s comment and told her to have Desmon call me.

            “Call you for what?” she asked. “You need to stop pressuring him, Kiley.  He will spend time with you when he feels like it.”

            “And, he gon feel like it today.  I’ve waited long enough.  Tell him I’ll be over there to get him around two.”

            “I ain’t telling him shit.  However, I will tell you to ask your bitch to stop coming around here looking for you.  I told her that you don’t live here anymore, but she came by here again just last night.”

            “Who in the fuck are you talking about?  Don’t nobody know—

            “The fat bitch…Jada.  If she come over here again, I’m gonna let her have it.  I’ve been trying to be nice, but I don’t like her ass.”

            “Did she say what she wanted?  I haven’t talked to her in a while so I don’t know what she wants.”

            “Naw, she didn’t say.  But, by the looks of her face, I thought you kicked her ass or something.”

            I shook my head, figuring that Jada must have gotten her ass kicked by her baller boyfriend. “Interesting.  Seriously, though, I haven’t seen her.  I’ll give her a holla, but changing the subject, have you figured out a way to repay me my money.”

            Ginger was silent for a moment, and then she hung up the phone.  I was going to deal with her later, since I wanted to find out what was up with Jada.  When I dialed her number, her voice mail came on, so I left a message and my number for her to call me. 

            In deep thought, I leaned my head back on the couch. I closed my eyes, and folded my arms in front of me, thinking hard about my life.  Always needing something to relax me, I reached for the papers on the table and looked around for my bag of weed.  It must have fallen on the floor, so I leaned over to pick it up.  As I was in the midst of preparing a fat joint, I looked up and Anna stood in the doorway with her arms folded.  Her hair was in a bouncing ponytail and her face was quite beautiful, but pale. She was a cross between Jennifer Lopez, without the booty, and Eva Menendez.  There was no doubt that I was lucky to have her, so I placed the joint on the table and patted my lap.

            “Come join me,” I said.

            She headed my way with my long white t-shirt on. “Must you smoke weed as much as you do?”

            I fired back. “Must I tell you how much this shit relaxes me?”

She sat sideways on my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck. Before I could say another word, she pecked my lips.

            “As much as you smoke, one would assume you’re under a lot of pressure.  Tell me what it is that you’re so worried about.”

            “I’m worried about my son, my life, my future…and of course, you.”

            “Why are you worried about me?”

            I shrugged. “I don’t know.  I…I just am.”

            “Don’t worry about me.  I’ll be cool, okay?”

            I pecked Anna on the lips again, and then leaned forward to grab my joint.  She looked at me and shook her head. 

            After I lit it, I took a few hits and she removed it from my hands.  She smashed it out in the ashtray and told me to lay on my stomach.  No questions asked, I did just that.  Anna straddled my butt and massaged her hands deeply into my back.  I closed my eyes from the feel of her hands and moaned.

            “Um, um, um…that feels so good.”

            “I knew you’d like this.  If I can’t please you one way, there’s always another.”

            I opened my eyes, turning my head to the side. “What do you mean by not pleasing me?  I really wish you’d stop saying that.”

            “I can’t help it,” she said, continuing to massage my back and shoulders. “Ever since you said you’d get somebody else to screw you I—

            “Can’t you take a joke?  I said that I was just playing.”

            “Okay…if you say so.”

            Anna worked her hands all over my back, neck and shoulders.  I was all into it, until my phone rang and broke my concentration.  When I looked at the caller ID, the call was coming from Ginger’s place so I answered.

            “Hello,” I moaned, as Anna continued to work my back.

            “Yo,” Desmon said. “Did you call?”

            I smiled at the sound of his voice. “Negro, I…I’m always calling.  I’m pleased to see that you haven’t forgotten my number.”

            “Yeah, well, don’t get too happy.  I had to think about it for a minute.  Anyway, the old lady said you supposed to come get me around two.  I got something to do, so I won’t be able to make it.”

            “Something to do like what, Desmon?”

            “Like…like something to do.”

            “I’m sure that whatever it is, it can wait until another day.  Besides, I just wanted to hang out with you.”

            “Well, ain’t that special.  But, sorry, it can’t be today.  Maybe next week, au-ight?”

            I was disappointed. “Next week ain’t gon work for me.  I live for today, not for tomorrow.  Did I ever tell you about the day I went to jail?”

            “Nope. What about it?”

            “It’s like this, I…I had a choice. Either I was going to go visit this chick I was seeing, or I was going to go visit my son.  I chose some ass first, and then thought I’d have plenty of time to visit with my son later.  Ya see, that hour of the day never happened.  I was arrested and I didn’t get a chance to see my son until almost ten years later.  I’ve been put off long enough, Desmon.  Cancel your plans or I’ll cancel them for you.”

            “You know what…sometimes, you get on my damn nerves.  I really don’t have any plans, but I don’t feel like going anywhere.  My leg is sore from walking around too much, and I’d like to get some rest, if you don’t mind.”

            “You can rest here.  I’ll see you at two o’clock so be ready.”

            I hung up and moved my butt muscles to make Anna bounce on me.  She laughed and fell forward to hold on. She then placed her head against my back.

            “You are so strong, Kiley.  I just love your body so much.”

            “And, what else do you love about me,” I said, turning around. Anna stayed on top of me.  She rubbed her hands on my biceps and smiled.

            “Along with your body, I lovvvvvve your…you know?”

            “No, I don’t know.”

            She blushed. “Your, that.”

            “That?  What the hell is that?”

            “Your thing.”

            “What thing?  I don’t have a thing.”

            She leaned forward and whispered in my ear. “That thing that’s poking me between my legs.”

            “Aw, this,” I said, reaching down to grab my dick.

            She nodded, “Yeah, that.”

            “Is that all you like?”

            “Oh, there’s so much more.  But most of all, I love the way Desmon’s voice makes you smile.  I hope more than anything that someday you’ll have that same smile whenever you hear my voice and think about me.”

            “I do.  You might not know it, but I do,” I said, and then sat up.

            “Where are you going?”  Anna asked. “I thought we were going to…you know, mess around.”

            I kissed Anna’s forehead and we shared an intense kiss.  Before getting too excited, I paused.

            “I gotta go get my son.  We’ll finish this up next weekend.”

            “Do you promise?”

            “Yes.”

            “Then, you must know better than anybody that your promises ain’t worth a damn, Kiley.”

            “I agree.  So, don’t hold me to it.”

            Anna snickered and rose up off me.  I hurried to put on some clothes and patiently waited for her to get hers on as well.  I could tell she didn’t want to leave, but I wanted some time alone with Desmon.

            When I pulled in front of Anna’s apartment, I leaned over to give her a kiss.  She hesitated, and clinched her hand together with mine.

            “Don’t make me wait too long to see you again.  I don’t know how much longer I can do this, Kiley.”

            “I pro…I mean, I’ll make ever effort to get back here soon.  The reason I wanted you to stay the week with me was so you could see that there’s nobody else in my life.  I barely have time for you, so how can I make time for somebody else.  You gotta believe me when I say that my distance is not about being with someone else.  I just need time to figure out a few things, au-ight?”

            “Sure.  Again, don’t make me wait too long, okay?”

            I leaned in for a kiss and Anna reciprocated. She got out and walked to the door.  Before going inside, she kissed her hand and held it out towards me.  I nodded, giving her a wink.

            By the time I got to Ginger’s place, Antonio and Desmon were standing outside talking.  I saw Desmon’s attitude a mile away, but I seriously didn’t give a fuck.  He had on a jersey and his jeans and one crutch was underneath his arm.  I got out of the car and headed his way.

            “What’s up?” he said. “Did Moms tell you that one of yo lil nickel and a halves stopped by the crib looking for you?”

            “Yes, she did,” I said, knowing that he was referring to Jada.

            “What’s up, Kiley?” Antonio said, reaching out to give me a slamming handshake.

            “Nothing much.  How you living?”