BOMAW Vol. 10-12 (46 page)

"OHHH OH OH OH - JA-A-AKE! Oh my God please, Jake!" She climaxed so hard she couldn't get control of it, her body convulsed and shivered so all she could do was whimper.

"You know I'm not done yet, I've got something for us, I think you're going to like it." He slid up the bed telling her, had gotten it out and in place before he'd ever gone into the bathroom to get her. He showed it to her, and then slid it on after using a bit of lubricant. Stunned, Vivian stared as he slid it all the way down his thick pulsing shaft and then he climbed on her, and right away, started pushing the tight head of him into her. Her head rolled back into the bed as he braced above her and filled her as far as he could go.

"Ohhh Jake, oh!"

"Still hurts? Still too much?"

She couldn't speak, her lower body was swollen, throbbing and sensitive to anything happening down below. It wasn't as bad as other times. "Vivian, baby, come on, let me ride it good, can I, can I?" He pleaded while already starting. She spread her legs wider, brought them up a bit and he began ramming.

"Ah shit! Jake!" There was still a lot of him to take, but something about that ring on him, rubbing her, stimulating her, was helping with the pleasure, the pain was there, but not so sharp, making her cry out only now and then. It seemed impossible for him to reach an orgasm right away, fifteen minutes of him being up there, she was climaxing a second time, not as strong as the first, but certainly once more. Five minutes later, his body, his hips, began driving into her with maddening thrusts, moving the bed, making her yelp and squeal, she couldn't help it, she was getting tired, she was ready for him to get it over with and he was riding her hard and fast now to that end, his body braced, taunt, tight and when she felt him swelling, lengthening as it were within her, she gripped his arms, looking up at him, knowing that he was going to explode any moment and hard, sure enough.

"Uuuhhhh - uuuhhh yeah - uuuhhh yeah - fuckin' hell yeah - oooh yes, yeah - I keep this up, I'll be puttin' a baby in you real soon, real soon, you hear." He asked, blowing, with slow, shaky finishing thrusts, as if he were afraid of wasting his semen, needed to be sure, every bit was left inside of her. Finally, after holding himself to her a moment more, he withdrew, and rolled to his back next to her, breathing hard.

With her eyes on his smiling face, Vivian knew that in 9 days, when he had her in Wisconsin - he would no doubt be doing this to her non-stop. And hoped to God, she could handle it, because there was no stopping him now. His head rolled to look at her, he smiled, winked, "9 days baby ... 9 days ... how long you think before I have you knocked up?"

"Jake, lets set our wedding date first." She pleaded, sitting up to go clean herself up.

He sat up as well, "Dates set already, I've decided, 4th of July." He stood and followed her into the bathroom.

"You crazy! There's no way we can be married by the 4th of July!"

He smiled, "Okay, when then?"

"Fall wedding? How about, your birthday, November?"

"Fine, guess you won't mind getting married with a belly out front."

Vivian thought about that, if he did indeed get her pregnant right away, she could be up to 4 months in November, it would have to be sooner. "Okay, August then." She amended.

"August 1st." He pinpointed it.

Vivian sighed, nodded, giving in. "Okay, August 1st."

"My moma's gonna love hearing that, now we can commence to making plans." He crowed in victory, grabbing Vivian's naked body to his, he kissed her, "You love me lil'girl?"

"You know I do, too much for my own good."

"That's nonsense, you can never love someone too much, fact, I want you to love me more."

"I will ... when you love me, more."

Jake crinkled his nose at her, "You say the silliest things lil'girl! Don't matter now, because being my wife, I'm gonna take you on a journey around the world! You'll see ... you just wait and see!"

L.A...

Sylvia let out a long sigh standing in her bedroom window, looking down at the pool where Ben and Angela splashed around with Isaac and Darren. Crystal sat on the bed behind her, looking at the maternity clothes Mercy James had given her mother, they were laying there for Sylvia to sort through and hang up.

"Man, these are nice mama, sharp. If I ever get pregnant again, I see three things I want you to hang onto for me, for real."

Sylvia turned from the window, gazing at her daughter, hands on her hips with a lifted brow, "You tryin' to tell me you got gettin' pregnant again on your mind?"

Crystal laughed, "I don't think so! Have you forgotten, I'm getting a divorce. I'm just saying, these are sharp, shoot, I see three tops now that can be worn even if you not pregnant." She went on, trying to prepare herself for what she knew was to come, holding one garb after another before herself, looking them over.

"Crystal... can you set those clothes aside a moment"

"Mama, I already know what you're gonna say - we're just - friends, that's all." She went directly to the point.

Sylvia crossed her arms over her extending tummy. "Just friends?"

"Yes, just friends."

"Nothing else?"

"Nope."

"Mmm, I guess that's a good thing, considering how well he's getting along with the boys."

"You know what they say about animals and small children, they have that inner instinct don't they? He's a good guy and they know it. He'll make a really good father one day."

Sylvia leaned against the window frame quiet a moment gazing at her daughter with a lifted brow and a mild smirk on her mouth. Crystal leaned back on the bed, her arms braced behind her, grinning at her mother, they stared in silence so long, Crystal finally burst into laughter, "Mama you aught'ah see the look on your face. Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You know doggone well why I'm looking at you like this, don't you? I'm looking at you and thinking about the way I've seen you look at him, and vice versa, I might add."

"Mama - listen to these words carefully - we are - nothing - but - friends. It just so happens, that we click, nothing more."

"Click my end, you ask me, you two are the worst kind. You may be friends now, but you don't really think it's gonna stay that way do you?"

"I don't see why not. But then, as you know, I was not born with fortune telling talents, who knows what the future holds."

"You may not have future telling talent, but I sho'do! Hmph! Let me ask you this, and be honest, you think he's attractive?"

"Of course I think he's attractive, he's a hunk and then some, just like his daddy and his uncle."

"Whomever each should be." Sylvia supplied.

"Either way, he all fine - just like them and I ain't tryin' to deny it."

"Don't you think, that's a formula for danger? Are you at all - even the littlest bit attracted to him?"

Crystal grinned, did so before she could catch herself.

"Lord have mercy!" Sylvia shook her head, walking to the bed, she sat and flopped back beside her daughter, arms crossed over her face.

"Come on mama, its not a big deal. I'm not crazy - and I'm not ready to get involved with anyone this soon. We just - I don't know - we have this thing between us - I don't know - we just have - so much in common, it's weird-..."

"Oh Lord!" Sylvia groaned out.

"No - friendship common things mama - like, for one, he's such a fantastic dancer. You should see him, oh my goodness-..."

"Lord Jesus!"

Crystal laughed, "Mama - you are so totally overreacting - just because he can dance - doesn't mean I'm interested in him, not at all! I'm in full control here."

"Yeah, so was I - look at me now."

"Mama! How can you say that, you're happy and you know it! Besides, that first man you married-..."

Sylvia looked up at her, "Your father?"

"Uh, yeah - him - he'd been dead almost two years before you started with Shawn, who, I might add is the best thing that's ever happened to you, to us for that matter."

Sylvia stared at her daughter, a bit uneasy hearing the strong dislike, disdain she heard for Armundo. He'd been gone for so long now, that it was an effort to feel any animosity for him. Besides, before the accident, he had been changing, he'd actually gotten so that she was starting to feel better towards him. Now, hearing her daughter speak as if she could not bear to say his name, bothered her. She'd spent so many years trying to survive, trying to guard them, keeping a roof over their heads, food on the table, and keep her sanity as well, that she'd never really talked to her children about him, because he was their father. While there had been times when they'd been upset and said things in their flights from home, she'd never dug deep with them. Simply put, she'd been too exhausted. Her life, being his wife and a mother at that time had worn her out. With all the struggles going on, a moment of peace was spent trying to get some sleep. Even when she'd attacked him from time to time if he tried to discipline them while drinking, which she would not allow, or when he was abrupt or impatient with them - she would warn him to live them alone; she had always seen the battle as hers. Now, it seemed since Shawn came into their lives, she noticed that they seemed to readily embrace him. They responded to him, seemed even close to him in ways they'd never been with their father. Sylvia had to admit, no doubt for good reasons, Armundo had not been ideal as a father, but she never imagined that her daughter, held such animosity against him.

"Hellooo - earth to Mrs. McPherson, mama - where are you?" Crystal snapped her fingers to get her mother's attention back to her.

"I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

"Just that, you can't really say much about you falling for Shawn, you went a nice little while alone."

"The plan had been to stay - alone." Sylvia emphasized stay.

"You didn't really think at your age, as fine as you are, that you were gonna actually pull that off?"

"I sure tried, and here you are - and now his son-..."

"Who is my friend." Crystal finished the sentence for her. Smiling she flopped back on the bed, flipping to her side next to her mother, head propped by the chin, "Haven't you ever had guy friends mama?"

"No, never."

"Not one?"

"Not one."

"Why is that?"

"I'll tell you why, because it's impossible to a have man, as your friend - it always grows and goes from that point into something that either one or the other doesn't need, then complications enter and before you know it - drama."

"Mama, there are plenty of women who have men as friends."

"They must be gay then, good for them."

"So you're saying Dennis is not your friend?"

"That's different."

"How? He's a man, you're friends and he's not gay."

"We're friends through Sheila, they are my friends, not him solely."

"Well anyway, Ben and I are friends, the best kind - don't forget he has a girlfriend."

"No, don't you forget he has a girlfriend." Mother warned daughter. "Or that you have a husband."

"Ex-husband." Crystal corrected her.

"Not yet lil'sista', not yet."

"Mama, he cheated on me - he - wants this divorce."

"Then why didn't he file for it?"

"It was only a matter of time."

"I don't think so. I think you jumped the gun. Personally, I think you should have waited it out. You're married to him, you have his sons, you owe it to those boys to try and wait out the best possible solution to your problems, marriage is not easy and divorce isn't always the answer."

"I know that mama, but I couldn't stand it any longer. If he didn't want it, he didn't have to sign it, but he did, and took them in so that it could be done. I've tried to love him. I know I was wrong for losing my temper, for hitting him. But, its hard to explain it mama, there were times, I swear he pushed me until I couldn't help myself. He's not all sweet innocence, you don't know him like I do. I don't know, I still can't put my finger on what it is about the things he would say and do, but - it's so different - they're so different."

Sylvia turned her head, their eyes looking into each others, "You mean, Ben is so different from Victor?"

"Well yeah, he is."

Sylvia stared at her, "You know you're comparing them don't you?"

Crystal sighed, "I don't mean to compare them, but I can't help but notice how it feels to be with Ben, as to what it was like being with Victor."

"Give me an example."

"With Victor, it was - I don't know - he followed me, pursued me, wooed me, and then, well - we went to bed with each other. The um, sex - well - it was incredible. He's really good in bed, you know - well - not that I have a lot to compare his technique with, but he pleases me. But then, out of bed, things were kind of - different. He was a bit different. There were times mama, where I swear, he was condescending with me, as if - he thought he was better than me. While he's never really cursed me out, he would talk down to me, as if I didn't have sense enough to know what I was doing, or planning - or talking about, whatever it was that I was doing. He had money that was his when we were married and I took some of it to invest in Mary Kay. Right away, instead of encouraging me, backing me, giving me a chance, he said that I would fail and the money would be wasted. Just so you know it, I put every sent of it back into his account and then some."

"Men are like that though Crystal."

"Well mama, I don't need a man in my life like that. Either he believes in me, or he doesn't. Victor didn't believe in me, all I ever was for him, was his - excuse what I'm about to say, his piece of ass. Ass that only he's had. I've heard him bragging about that to his friends. He only wants me to finish school, stay in my place, spread my legs when he wants a piece and don't try to do more than what he thinks I'm capable of. Not only that, he never stood up for me with his family. Do you know they've had three family reunions, family events and he never took me, not to - one of them!"