Chapter 19

The hour-long drive from St. Pete to Lutz gave me time to clear my head. My grandmother on my dad’s side called me. This was rare. She didn’t like my mother when she was alive and she merely tolerated my existence.

They would murmur about me saying to each other that I thought I was too cute because I had long curly hair and caramel-colored skin. I didn’t think I was cute because of those things. I was beautiful because I had a beautiful soul and that was far more important than any physical attributes I possessed.

“Hello Gigi,” I said to her.

“Hey, when was the last time you heard from yo stankin ass daddy?”

“Um, I don’t know, maybe a couple of weeks ago or more.”

“Humph,” she complained, “that negro owes me some money and I ain’t seen him since. I called you because I know how he likes shacking up with y’all kind.”

“Kind?”

“You know them lil white gals.”

I rolled my eyes, “Um, I’m Black.”

“Well, you know what I mean.”

I sighed, “If I hear from him, I’ll tell him you’re looking for him.”

“No, don’t do that. When you hear from him, let me know where he is so I can roll up,”

I had to chuckle inside because my grandmother was about that life. I did see her hit him upside the head a few times when I was younger.

After our call ended, I put him out of my mind. I was close to home. Close to my peace and ready to experience pleasure.

As soon as I walked through the door, I was greeted with a lovely kiss. I could taste the wine on his tongue. His hands were in my hair. “I missed you,” he said sweetly.

I had been gone all day helping set up ad tear down the baby shower. It was a lot of work. “How was your day?” he asked as he reached for my hand and we began to walk. I knew where he was leading me, to the piano room.

We stepped inside, I saw the piano. It was beautiful. We sat on the bench. My fingers danced across the keys. I played a few classical pieces, waltzes, and a sonata, and finally, I hit the intro from Still D.R.E. He smiled and we chuckled.

He turned and placed his other leg over the bench. I loved how his hand cupped my face before he brought me closer for a kiss. As our tongues wrestled and our temperatures rose, I undid his pants unleashing his bed snake.

It was time to do squats on his love stick. I got in position and eased down to the base devouring every inch in my warm center. I bit my lip as I rode him to my delight. I could ride him forever. That’s how good he felt inside me.

He held me so sweetly as I gasped the first time. I pulsated on his stick and started again. I saw a shadow by the door. It stayed there. I wondered whom it was listening to or perhaps watching. The whole time we were there, the shadow stayed.

And when our voices crescendo and we panted, I saw the shadow disappear. I looked into Ray’s eyes. He kissed my mouth. It was time to go to bed.

Tuesday morning, Ray was already gone to work. Jeremy entered the kitchen as I stood by the counter in my robe drinking a cup of hot green tea. He had this smirk on his face as he came by the coffee pot to pour himself a cup.

“So, did you enjoy yourself last night?” I asked.

He acted as If he didn’t know what I was talking about, “I know it was you watching me and Ray in the piano room.”

“How do you know it wasn’t Derrick?”

“Because Derrick would have shown me his face. He’s watched me fuck his father before.”

He nodded, “At first, I didn’t like you. I thought you were up to something.”

“And now?”

“I can see you love Ray and Derrick in whatever strange way you do.”

“Why does it have to be strange?”

He shrugged, “I guess because I’ve not had anyone love at all the way you love my brother or my nephew.”

There was a brief moment of silence. I felt for him. He sighed, “I suppose you’d like me to leave so you can fuck my nephew before he heads out for the day.”

I laughed, “You can leave, stay or watch, suit yourself,” I said before walking off to find Derick.

Tuesdays with Derrick were divine. We didn’t have to rush. I found him in my old room lying on the bed naked holding his love rod, stroking it until it was nice and stiff. I dropped my robe at the door, headed to the bed, and crawled between his legs sniper style.

I relieved him of his duty by taking his cock into my mouth and tasting his precum, he was delicious. Derrick loved watching my lips encircle his shaft. He loved how my head bobbed up and down and how I gave him eye contact with a smile.

“Ah god, yes, babe, fuck, yes,” he moaned. I licked up and down the length of him and sucked on his juicy plums one after the other. His hands were in my hair. He swopped it to one side and gathered my curls so he could watch.

After tasting him for a while, I straddled him in reverse while in a split. I wanted all that thickness and I felt it knocking at my cervix. The bathroom door was opened. I saw the shadow. I grinned inside. It seemed Jeremy took me up on my offer to watch. Or maybe just listen.

He got to hear me moan like crazy after the first orgasm hit. Then he got to hear our bodies plopping together as Derick fucked me from behind and slapped my ass. “Argghhhh,” he exclaimed as he shot off inside me gasping and panting.

After we cleaned up, Derrick left for school and I was still there with Jeremy. He found me in the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed, “I love what you do for my brother and nephew. I mean through all of this; they have been coping well and have remained calm.”

“Would you like for me to do that for you as well?”

On the days I worked with Jeremy. I got to know him a little better. I understood why he stayed away so long. He loved his mother but his wife didn’t like her. They had butted heads a few times. Mostly because Nana felt his ex-wife was with him out of convenience and made Jeremy’s life miserable.

Jeremy said that his ex-wife would belittle him and put her hands on him even though he refused to hit her back. She took advantage of him, she cheated on him. And once she found someone with more money, she got gone.

The only thing he loved about their marriage was their son who was studying to be an actor in California. You learn a lot about people when you let them tell their side of the story without judgment.

I summoned him to me. He lay next to me. I took his hand and placed it on my belly, “I can be your peace for a time but you know my heart belongs to Ray and I will be forever his.”

He nodded as he eased on top of me. I felt his cool lips drizzling kisses from my neck to my belly button and later he spread me wide and feasted. I played in his soft brown hair as he licked as sucked me relentlessly causing me to shudder. Even when I pushed his head back, he kept going until I gushed.

He lay on top of me and pressed his way inside. It was something to admire. The Foss men were excellent lovers. He smiled as he looked down at me, “Surprised?”

I smiled and touched his face, “Not at all.”

He continued to stroke my kitty until it purred and sang a sweet song. He wasn’t my Ray or My Derrick. He was Jeremy and I would be his peace until he could find refuge in the arms of a woman that would adore him the way I adored my lovers.

I felt his pace quicken. He pulled from my center and let it spill on my belly. But that was just the beginning. He pushed his cock back into my center and stroked some more. I was shocked. These Foss men had ridiculous stamina. It was wonderful and scary because there were times, I’d be exhausted but they’d keep going and going, and finally, when I’d feel like I was going to pass out ... the explosion would happen.

Jeremy stroked and stroked until my legs trembled. I saw his skin turning redder and redder. Finally, he pulled out and let out a stream of cum. He collapsed in my arms. I held him caressing his back.