THERE GOES MY BABY
“Hey Nee, nice to meet you.”
He was smiling ear to ear. I thought he was a youngster, but told me he was 39. I gave him a look over and determined I was not interested. He was too big. I couldn’t do it. I kept walking with the girls. They told me to go back and talk to him.
I was shocked at them.
“We lower our standards now?” I asked. I smiled and had my eyebrows raised. My eyebrows said no for me.
“Why not?” Najah asked.
“He’s too big for me,” I honestly admitted.
Kalena said she liked them big.
“Todd’s a teddy bear, but there’s a difference between big and fat.”
“You owe it to him, he paid for all of our drinks,” Chelsea said.
“He’ll make you look smaller girl, plus big guys are so sweet,” Najah added.
I didn’t say anything as I stood there looking at all of them and they were looking back at me. I reluctantly agreed to go back. After powdering my face, I turned back to talk with Jules.
I guessed I should try something new. He better be sweet. To be so big, he better know how to cook and do it.
“Hi Jules. I know you’re working and all. I wanted to come back and say thank you again for buying us drinks. You didn’t have to do that. But that was nice of you and it was nice to meet you.”
“I’m sure I’ll be seeing you again. I was hoping you would have came back. How do you know Funnyman Derrick?” he asked.
“He’s my best friend,” I said.
“Oh I thought y’all was together. I saw you talking to him afterward and then you just brushed me off, so I was like, ‘oh well, they must be together’.”
I laughed and assured him, “Oh no, I’m single. Are you?”
“Yes, lady, I am. You think my wife would allow me to just buy drinks for cute ladies all the time?
“Naw, I saw you and you just blew my mind. You brightened up my night and I want to try and get to know you more. Like what’s your name for starters? I know they call you Nee, but what does that stand for?”
“Well Jules sounds like a nickname too. My name is Journee, by the way.”
“Well hello Journee, my name is Julius. However, I go by Jules for short.”
I nodded my head like I was approving his name. He seemed pretty cool. His personality was very welcoming. We chatted for ten more minutes and he took my number.
He promised he would call.
I liked being pursued. He gave me the boost I needed. Maybe he could show me a good time or two, I thought. On the ride home, the girls were excited for me. I checked my crackberry. Sean texted me to see if I had any Red Bull at home. Red Bull takes our sex to the next level. He’s good naturally, but the Red Bull makes him even wilder.
I texted back, “Hell YES!!!!!!!!!!”
I just gushed. Glad I’m wearing a pantyliner, I thought.
He texted back. “Ok, see ya in a few I gotta go to the gas station.”
I replied, “Ok.”
He replied, “have it ready for me.”
I replied, “Oh I got that covered.”
He replied with a smiley face.
I tuned the conversation in the car out. I was sure it was about Greg and Sherry, and probably the wedding planning. I would be able to catch up quick if I needed to.
Chelsea was driving and the rest of us parked at her house. We pulled up and hugged and kissed and said our goodbyes.
Najah was staying with her ’cause she didn’t want to drive to Vallejo tonight. That was good. Chelsea needed some company after running into Greg.
I got in my SUV and There Goes My Baby by Charlie Wilson was on the radio. I turned the volume up and helped Uncle Charlie sing his song. My mind started to drift.
I couldn’t believe Drew did this to me. I started crying all out the blue. I had a hard time seeing the road. I wiped my eyes and started praying out loud.
“Lord I’m ready for my husband. Please send him. Since it’s not Drew or Jason, please bring someone to fix and repair my heart before it falls to pieces.”
I started to laugh at myself even though I was serious. I pulled up and, Sean was already here. I could see his cute little head laying back a little in his car. He looked up when I pulled into my driveway. He greeted me with a slap on the butt.
I smiled. “Ya gotta hit the other cheek before she gets jealous and slaps you.”
He hit the left cheek. I love it! Good times.
After I lit all my candles and put on the satellite channel, I got in the shower and cried. When I got out he was laying in my bed naked with an empty can of Red Bull on the nightstand. I thought, it’s about to go down.
We watched Friday. We recited every word of that movie. Must have watched it 9,496 times.
When it was over he got close enough to kiss me. I like the way he kisses. For no real passion, it was a good substitute. As he kissed me and rubbed my boobs, he got me in the mood. I slid my hand into his pants. I was hot and ready and so was he. Yes, I thought. I was in his trance. I stroked his pole and it got harder than a brick. His breaths got deeper, which turned me on. He positioned himself in between my garden with his mouth.
He spread my legs, which made me moan a little. His touch was warm and firm. He just wore a moustache so I felt all skin. I hated beards for this exact reason. He licked and sucked and I moaned more and was panting. I didn’t want to climax too soon. This particular way would have put me in a good sleep and I wouldn’t want him to touch me afterwards. I wanted to push him back, but I let him eat me a little longer. It felt so good. My eyes were rolling around in circles. I had to use everything I had to not climax. I was trying to have mind control over the situation, but I was losing that battle. I came close. I could feel the climax right at the tip. I opened my eyes and immediately closed them again, my thighs were shaking.
Hold back, I kept reminding myself.
Then, I told him I wanted to ride him. I was sure to get him to his finish line if I got on top and he laid on his back, Just then, I detoured and slid his pole in between my boobs. I held them to push them closer to his pole and he fucked them. I gave him a serious boob job. He went in a fast motion up and down. He was turned on. I grabbed his pole, stroked it some and he entered into my mouth. I felt a super power over me and I went to town.
As I bossed him up, he moaned and groaned. He moaned and said, “right there,” and that’s where I stayed. More moans. He was ready to go, he positioned me on my knees and he got behind. Full throttle, he didn’t hold back. He squeezed my butt cheeks which made him squeal. He started giving me shout outs, telling me how good it felt. He kept repeating, “oh, this pussy so good.” Then, I joined in, asking him, “was this pussy good?” Of course, that made us do it harder. We stopped the conversation ’cause it got so good, neither one of us could talk.
He turned me over on my back and held my legs up, he entered inside my garden again. He was sweating a little. He had his eyes closed and I was just wishing he would be the one. I felt like I wasn’t getting anywhere with Sean. But his dick was good. More moans. But I knew I was ready to wed and be somebody’s mama. I made another slow moan. He laid on top of me holding me and he kissed me.
Boy, this feels too good.
He tongued me down and I couldn’t take it no more. I grab both sides of his face as though I was trying to get inside his soul. “I’m about to cum,” I softly announced. He got prepared and as soon as he came, so did I. He moved his head over so we could both get some air. He was out of breath and I could feel his deposit flowing inside of the condom. There goes my baby, I thought.
Sean had the perfect ingredient that I needed to become a mama. That felt so good but I was wasting time.
I knew this love affair would probably be coming to an end soon.