Insanity (16 page)

“So, you want me to get rid of it?”

That stopped Bryant’s ranting cold. He wasn’t expecting her to say that. She made it sound real insensitive, as if they were throwing a stray cat out of the house. That forced him to think about his answer before he spoke.

Get rid of it . . . ? Just like that?
he questioned. That’s when he began to feel protective. No one had ever gotten pregnant on him before. This was his first possible child, and the thought of it locked him into a state of uncertainty.

This would be my first child. But what if it never happens again,
he mused. Desperate situations create desperate thoughts.

Bryant remained speechless as he thought of it all.

But Queen pressed him. “Well . . .”

The added pressure of a decision only made him angry again.

“Look, let’s just wait and see and ask a doctor first. What does your schedule look like for tomorrow?” He figured there was no time to waste. He wouldn’t be able to focus on anything else until he knew for sure.

Queen smirked. She realized how easily she could work him over if she wanted to. An emotional man was silly putty in a woman’s hands.

“I have a three hour lunch break from eleven to two,” she told him.

“Okay, so I can meet you at the doctor’s office at noon. Just tell me where I need to go.”

Queen nodded to him and made sure to keep her distance for the rest of the night. Instead of being soft, sappy and cuddly, she planned to be quiet, distant and introspective. The last thing she wanted to do is make him feel that she was needy. That would only scare him. However, Bryant was already scared.

What the hell did I just do?
he panicked.
I totally let my guard down with this girl.

Out of the blue, he told her, “I think I need some time alone tonight.” He couldn’t concentrate with her there. Her pregnancy news was an obvious distraction to him, and all kinds of anxieties were running though his mind.

Queen didn’t argue with him. She grabbed her things and said, “Okay.” She headed to the closet near the front door to get her winter coat out. And it was
cold
outside in December. It was
Baltimore
.

Bryant was shocked by it. He expected an all-out war with her, but the woman continued to confound him. She was a collage of opposites; cool heat, raw polish, excitable calm, and educated street. So he stopped her at the door with her coat.

“You’re really gonna leave?”

“Yeah, you asked me to.”

“No I didn’t. I just said I needed some time alone. But that could mean just sleeping out on the couch.”

“You didn’t mean sleeping out on no damn couch,” she snapped at him. That was more of what he expected from her, a feisty West Baltimore girl with attitude. However, Queen reverted to poise.

“If you want me to stay or leave, just tell me.” It was his apartment and his decision. She had her own.

But when he looked at her, she looked like a hopeless puppy dog at the door, ready to brave the frigid, midnight air. She even wore a brown knit hat to warm her head. The whole scene made Bryant come to his senses.

Shit, I can’t do that to her. I’d look like a crazy man,
he told himself. And instead of sending her away, he hugged her at the door.

“I’m sorry. This just caught me off guard, that’s all. I didn’t even know you
had
one of those pregnancy things. I thought you were taking a dunk in the bathroom all that time.”

He smiled, but Queen didn’t think it was funny.

She asked him, “What did you expect out of me?”

Bryant was baffled by the question. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, what are your
intentions
?”

He shrugged. “I like you.”

“I would hope
so
,” she told him. “But other than that, what are we really
doing
?” It was a question every man and woman needed to ask themselves.

Bryant felt like she had him on the spot, but instead of answering, he asked her, “What are your intentions with
me
?”

“I mean, marriage, family, old age,” she rambled off in rapid fire. She was pregnant with his first seed and sounded very serious about their future.

“Shit,” Bryant responded, smacked by her explosion of frankness. “So now the
truth
comes out. You expect for me to marry you because you’re
pregnant
?”

“No. Like I said, if you want me to get rid of it, I will. I don’t want to force anything that you don’t want.”

“Well, what do
you
want?”

“I just told you.”

“So, you want to
have
the baby then.”

“Of course.”

“So, why do you keep talking about getting rid of it?”

“Because I don’t wanna be a single mother. I’ve seen what my mom went through to raise me by herself and I don’t wanna
live
that way.”

Well, why you get pregnant then?
he thought, but dared not to voice. Is wasn’t as if he had played no part in it.

“Okay, let me get this straight; if you have this baby then you expect to marry me. But if I
don’t
agree to marry you, then you won’t have the baby? Is that right?”

Queen stared at him with no response.

“Well . . .” he pressed her back.

 “You got it right,” she agreed.

At that point, Bryant didn’t know what else to say or do.

Shit! This IS a set up,
he concluded. Then he shrugged.

“Well, we have to see at the doctor’s office tomorrow anyway.”

There was no sense in working himself up further.

But Queen continued to stand there at the door.

“So, you want me to leave or stay?” she asked him.

Bryant thought about it and reached out to pull her three-quarter length coat from her shoulders.

“Come on, girl, it’s
freezing
out there tonight.” He grabbed an empty hanger to slip her coat back into the closet. “You’re about to be a mother now,” he hinted.

Or maybe not,
he told himself. He was still confused by it all.

Queen didn’t pay his slip of tongue any mind. “We’ll see.” Then she looked back into his living room. “So, you want me to sleep on the couch and leave in the morning so you can be
alone
tonight?” She hadn’t forgotten what he had said. And too many decisions were causing plenty of conflictions for the young man.

Bryant rubbed his temples with his fingers, still thinking about everything.

“Ummm . . . how ’bout
you
sleep in the bedroom and
I
sleep on the couch?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“Are you saying that you’ll do everything I tell you to do?”

Queen paused. “It depends on what it is.”

Bryant nodded. “Yeah, okay.”
That’s just more game,
he thought.
She’s trying to stay on my good side to have a baby and get married.

 “All right, well, I
do
need some time to myself tonight. So I’ll just stay out here then.”

Queen looked and nodded back. “Okay.” And she headed to his bedroom alone.

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Bryant remained out on the sofa watching late night talk shows while thinking:

My parents already like her. Garrett and Gwendolyn are comfortable with her. I know all of her bad habits already, like how she can’t cook. But she can work on that. I even know the skeletons in her closet.

She looks good. She smells good. She knows how to dress. She knows how to fuck. She’s in great shape. She’s smart, and goes after what she wants. She’s low maintenance and no drama. She’s not a pushover, but she knows when to back down. I mean . . . shit! What else could a man ask for?

He even thought about drinking a brew to her.

“Hell, let me go grab one,” he told himself and made his way into the kitchen. He opened his refrigerator and grabbed a cold Heineken from the side door. He had two left. He popped it open and started to drink on his way back to his spot in front of the television. Before he was finished drinking it, his dick got hard with lustful meditations.

Hell, if she’s gonna have an abortion if I ask her to anyway, then what the fuck. I should go in there, raw dog, and bomb her out then,
he mused.
If a little drip can get her pregnant, then let her feel the full damn blast.

By the time he finished his drink and laughing at David Letterman, he had made up his mind to crash his bedroom. He clicked off the TV with the remote, then the night lamp, and made his way through the dark hallway to the back.

Queen was knocked out and under the covers when he walked into the room. He stood over of her at the bed for a minute and studied her as his eyes adjusted to the dark.

The woman even slept with poise, nice and quiet with her mouth closed.

Bryant nodded and was satisfied with his decision to drop a full bomb on her. He stripped butt naked and found himself leaking with excitement as he climbed into bed and under the covers.

Queen was in her usual nighttime gear with of a t-shirt and panties for easy pickings. Bryant went right after her, pulling her panties off of smooth hips and shapely legs. He then slid his curly head under the covers to wet her up her treasure with his tongue.

Awakened by his lustful moves, Queen spread her legs to allow the pleasure. But just when she got into it, Bryant was done with his tongue action. He was more interested in exploding all up in her system, so he entered her raw, like he had gotten accustomed to doing.  Only this time, he didn’t plan to pull out.

“So you wanna be a
mother
, hunh?” he asked as he began his stroke her.

Queen winced at his breath.

“Were you drinking?”

“I only had a Heineken.”

She turned her head to her right to avoid it, only for Bryant to kiss and suck on her neck.

“You wanna be a
mother
now, right?” he repeated.

She continued to ignore his question until he jammed her harder.

“Hunh?” he pressed her with a violence thrust of his pelvis.

“
Mmmph
,” Queen moaned, feeling it.

“You want me to cum all in you?”

The thought of reckless abandonment made Bryant feel voracious as he pounded into her.

“
Yesss
,” Queen squealed and held him tightly.

Her full acceptance and submission of his raw skeet made him more excited to release it to her. The man couldn’t
wait
as he jammed her harder and faster, anticipating the sweetest explosion.

“You want me to be a
daddy
now, hunh?”

“
Yeaaahh
.”

“You wanna feel this
nut
?”

“Yes,
daddy
,
yesss
.”

“Well, I’ma give it to you.
Right now
!” Bryant howled into her face.

“Give it to me. Give it to
meee
,” Queen begged him.

“Oh, you’re gonna
get it
. It’s coming. It’s
coming
!”

She moaned, “Let it cum. Let it
cummm
,
bay-beee
.”

Bryant’s ass cheeks tightened up and locked into a tremendous muscle spasm as his hot semen squirted into Queen’s pulsating and receptive body.

“
Ooooh
yeeeah
!” Bryant moaned back, releasing it all to her.

Queen wrapped herself around him, clamping down like a Venus Flytrap, and took in his full seed,
loving it
.

She kissed his lips, even with his alcohol-tainted breath, and made him a promise.

“You can do this every night, baby. You can cum how you want to.”

Bryant listened to her promise and was
sprung
.

“You
mean
that?”

Queen chuckled with her body vibrating into his. “You got me pregnant,” she told him. “This is your pussy now. You
own
it.  Just don’t crash it and fuck it up,” she teased him.

Bryant chuckled back to her, with the heavier body.

“I’m gonna remember you said that,” he repeated from her summertime warning.

Queen continued to grin, remembering it. She said “I just wanna be a success in everything that I choose to do; a mother, a wife, a businesswoman . . .
everything
. But if you don’t wanna be a part of it, then . . .”

She let her words trail off.

Bryant told her, “Stop talking like that. If you wanna be successful then
think
that way. No more negative thoughts or comments. You gotta speak it into
existence
what you want.”

“Well, I want
you
,” she stated.

“And you’re still
here
, aren’t you?”

She smiled at him. “Yes.”

“Well, all right then. I haven’t gone anywhere. I’m right here inside of you.”

“Yes you are,” she told him, as she rubbed his naked back and held him there in peace.

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Back on campus at Towson State, Queen hurried into the parking lot. She was right on time to meet up with Bryant at her OB/GYN’s office to confirm the pregnancy. But Dr. Kelvin Blake hurried out of the sociology building behind her, stopping her flow as she reached her car.

“Queen, I need to speak to you if you have a moment. It’s about your last few assignments.”

He was dressed to impress as usual in a beige trench coat and dark brown Fedora hat. In the Baltimore cold, he looked like a well-dressed, big city detective.

Queen paused to consider the time. “Can I call you about it or see you when I get back to campus? I have a appointment to make right now.”

“I’m leaving campus in the next hour myself,” he informed her. “That’s why I wanted to catch you now. You only have a week left before I put these grades in before the Christmas break. And when I’m
gone
, I’m going to
Africa
, so there won’t be any contacting me to change any last-minute grades.”