Page 25 of Always Been You

Dyami

I thought I was ready, but I damn sure was not!

When the blindfold slipped from my eyes, I saw Marcos' tongue extended under my pussy, my knees buckled so hard I thought I was going to hit my face on the floor. He made me feel like a prized possession. A nigga could say a lot of things, but I knew it was true. He’d been waiting for me.

He laid me back, got on top of me, and entered me slowly. He reached for the scarf to cover my eyes again. I tried to pull it away, but he grabbed my hands and pinned them over my head.

“I want to see you,” I whined through my moans.

“I want you to feel me. Close those pretty eyes and imagine me. Can’t you see me now?”

“Damn, Marcos baby.”

“Nah, this about you, baby. This yo shit, so for my birthday, all I want to feel is you drenching me. Tell me what you want. I need you cumming all night.” His voice was driving me up a wall. It was throaty, sexy, and deep.

“Oh shit! F.. Fuck me harder, baby,” I commanded, and he obeyed.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he started drilling me with long, deep strokes.

Without mercy, he placed both my legs over his shoulders and pounded.

He kissed every piece of my bare skin in his vicinity while I was lost in the darkness.

He was right. Who needed eyes when I could feel him like this?

My hands on his chest, envisioning every tattoo.

My fingers taking a walk across his abs, gripping onto his strong arms, tracing the veins there gave me all the visuals I needed.

That type of visual, if I blinked too long at my desk at work, I would remember this exact moment and snap my legs together.

“Yes! Give me that dick, I’m cumming, baby.

” I exclaimed, but he didn’t give me any mercy.

He kept drilling, and when I climbed to my peak, he took me over the edge.

His hands dug into my waist, and his rhythm stayed in sync with me while I rode it through.

If this was how his birthday was going to be every year, I couldn’t wait until mine.

***

“Oooh shit! Let me find out my girl den upgraded!” Chante’s loud ass said as I drove into the parking space. We were at Soriana’s restaurant, where we were having lunch.

“Just a little something,” I said through a wide grin as I stepped out of the brand-new pink BMW that Marcos had purchased for me.

I couldn’t lie, I was beaming like hell.

I've never had someone spoil me in this way. I never asked for a dime from him, and I knew in my heart I would be with him even if he didn’t have a lot to offer me financially.

He was still the same person I remembered growing up with.

He was always looking out for me, even back then.

The only thing that truly made me nervous was meeting his son.

I just prayed he would like me, and his crazy ass baby mom would keep her fucking hands to herself because I would have no problem beating her ass again.

He told me he was addressing that shit, and I believed him because he didn’t give me a reason not to.

We walked into the restaurant and took a seat in the back booth.

“So, girl, you got to tell me all the tea. The way yo’ ass been bouncing around work, I know yo’ ass got twisted out good.”

I dropped my bag on the table and looked at her. “Bitch, you were right! Jay shit was mediocre compared to Marcos. He got that make you go retarded dick!”

“Yasssss! Slobbing and all!” She laughed so loudly that the other customers looked our way, and we quieted down.

“No, but let me tell you. Why did Jay come over the other night that shit went down at the restaurant? I thought it was just Marcos outside because I had put him on the block list. Then I hear some bumping around. I look out the window and see Marcos out there beating the fuck out of Jay. Was it bad I watched for a second?”

“Hell the fuck naw! Fuck Jay. He ain’t have no business being over anyway after the bullshit he pulled. I like Marcos for you, though. Y’all seem happy. So, baby ride that shit to the wheels fall off.”

“And what about you? I saw that you getting real cozy with Chubby.”

“Stop calling him that,” she said while plastering on a wide smile.

“Ooh, it must be something. I've been calling that boy Chubby for years.”

“His name is Gavin. I ain’t gone lie, he's sweet as hell so far. We went on a few dates, and he is a complete gentleman. He is always trying to feed my ass, though. I told him he ain’t about to make me fat, so no one else wants me.” She was dead serious.

“Your body is perfect, girl. You been staying in the gym.”

“And have! I’m not trying to throw this progress away.”

“They doing the right thing so far so I’m gone let it slide. You seeing any red flags on your end?”

“Outside of his baby mom, no. He said he would handle it, so I’ll let him. But I’m being cautious and I like how things are going,” I said, sipping my drink.

“That’s right, girl, just live in the moment, but we still gotta watch their ass,” Chante replied.

We got through our lunch and parted ways. I was on my way to my mom’s house for my usual Saturday task. I decided I had to reverse the order of things because the last few weeks I had to cancel on Chante because of dealing with my mother’s shit. I wasn’t going to let her ruin my girl time.

Like always, I took a deep breath when I turned down the street. Thankfully, the grass didn’t look too bad since I kept the neighbor down the street on a contract and paid him every time I came by.

I saw my mother on the porch, and that could go either way.

I was glad she was at least home and not running the streets, but I also didn’t know what type of mood she would be in, either.

I remembered our last conversation didn’t end so well, but that wasn’t the first time, and I’m sure it wouldn’t be the last.

“Hi, Momma,” I tried to say as brightly as possible.

“Well, look at you. You big shit with that new car,” she said sarcastically. She had a cigarette in her hand, and even though her clothes hung off her skeleton-like body, they at least looked mildly clean. As I neared her, I didn’t notice a smell, so perhaps she was doing a little better.

“How are you feeling today, Momma?”

“Not as good as you. Who the hell you fuck to get that car?” She spat.

“Right.” I dismissed her. It’s crazy that I was used to it. I developed a thick skin to her, and I just blamed it on drugs as I got older. I knew there was something else going on, but I couldn't see anything that would justify her speaking to her daughter that way.

I just passed her up and went into the house.

When I walked in, the house was a mess, as usual, and my sister, Trina, was nowhere to be found.

I looked in her room and found a pretty homecoming dress hanging in her closet.

That made me dial Trina immediately. I hadn’t told her yet because I wanted to see how her report card came in.

I was going to take her shopping this weekend.

I wouldn’t threaten that she couldn’t go, but she was going to hear my mouth the whole way if her grades weren’t straight. I knew Momma didn’t buy it.

“Hey sis, I’m not home,” Trina answered brightly.

“I know that because I’m here. Where did you get the money to get this dress?” I asked, and she paused.

“I know you hear me.”

“Okay, Dyami, you ain’t my mom. Damn!” She snapped, and I pulled the phone back from my ear.

“Hold up, Trina, who are you talking to?”

“I’m grown and I been taking care of myself.”

“Trina, you are not grown! Where did you get the money for this dress?” I pulled the pretty blue dress out of the closet, and my eyes doubled at the price tag. It was $500.

“Somebody I am seeing. You happy now?” She said with a whole attitude.

“What teenage boy has $500 for a dress. Trina, did you steal this?”

“Steal? I told you the truth, and you still don’t believe me?” She hung up in my face. I sat on her bed, floored. What the hell was going on with her? I didn’t bother to call. I sent a text, and it bounced back. She had blocked me.

I needed some answers, and even though I dreaded it, I had to talk to my mother about this.

I would do that after everything else was finished.

I started cleaning, following my routine, but then I tried to turn on the water and found it was off.

I was pissed. Nope, not today. I was cutting it off.

No more money. Trina needed to stay with me, and that was final.

I was tired of constantly giving money to keep the utilities on.

I marched right outside and saw my mom on her way out of the yard.

“WHERE ARE YOU GOING?” I yelled. She snapped her neck back and stared daggers at me. There wasn’t an ounce of love in her eyes.

“Who the fuck are you yelling at?”

“Momma, the water is off.” I tried to be more passive.

“What you think I don’t know that. You're the one with the money, why don’t you pay Ms. Ritzy bitch!” she spat.

“I shouldn’t have to! You are a mother, so why not act like one? Where is Trina? Did you see that expensive dress in her closet? Where did she get the money for that?”

“Who the hell you think you talking to? I AM a mother. I sacrificed everything for you little bitches, and I have my own life to live. You survived, didn’t you? You survived long enough to be the hoe you are and get a car out of the deal, didn’t you?”

I was doing my best to bite my tongue, but she was pushing me to my limit. She was impossible to talk to. I didn’t know how to help her, nor did I know if she wanted help. What I did know was that Trina didn’t deserve this, and I was praying she wasn’t making the wrong decisions to cope with it.

“Momma, you need to get yourself together. Do you really want to keep living like this? Something is going on with Trina! You need to pay attention!”