Jeremy Changes His Mind About Ashanti

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.

“Oh god, thanks for this.”

I continued to stroke his back; He rolled off me. I turned to him, “How often can we do this?” he asked.

I shrugged, “Not often. But when you need me, you know where to find me.”

He smiled before leaving my bed.

*****

For lunch, I met up with Gracie. We liked to go for our weekly manicures and pedicures. After getting our services, we stopped for lunch. I got to learn a lot from her more than I expected.

She stated that she met Raymond long before she dated Damian. They had a fling and it fizzled out. Later Raymond got married and had a child. She was surprised when Damian introduced her to the Foss couple one night as they were on a private island in the Bahamas.

That night, the conversation ended up revealing that Ray and Gracie were former lovers which intrigued their current lovers. That’s how they started swinging. She stated that Damian never wanted kids so he had a vasectomy. Imagine his surprise when Gracie ended up pregnant.

She confided in Ray that she was pregnant. But Ray never wanted his wife to know. Gracie and Damian decided to tell everyone that Leah was Damian’s.

My eyes widened and my head was full, “So, do you love Ray?” I asked her with concern.

She smiled, “I will always love Ray. But believe me, I’m not telling you any of this to threaten your relationship with him. I love what I have with Damian. He’s been good to me.”

I felt at ease. I wasn’t the type to fight over no man but I would cuss somebody out over one. Ray was mine.

After lunch, we hugged. We said our goodbyes and went our separate ways.

******

I made my way to St. Pete to pick up my cousin. I still had the pressing matter of meeting my cousin’s friend, Marie. Was she the same person that got ahold of my account and how? I received a message from Derrick, “Thinking of you.” Along with a picture of him on the beach.

I smiled, “I love being on your mind.”

I pulled up to the house. My cousin was already coming out of the house, She entered my car, “Grandma already left with her boyfriend.”

My eyebrow lifted, “Really, did you meet him?”

“Yep. He’s hot. Looks like he’s in his early forties.”

I smiled, “Good for her.” As I drove, I saw her texting so I asked, “Have you heard from my dad?”

She rolled her eyes, “Please don’t talk to me about that man.”

I left it alone and continued to drive.

*****

The idea of a group of women standing in support of one another was great. My cousin seemed happier to have friends that could relate. People she could call on to ask for advice. As we walked into the building she asked, “So when and you and old money bags going to work on getting pregnant?”

I sighed, “Not sure. Maybe a year or two.”

“So, you are serious about that old guy.”

“Stop calling him old guy. His name is Raymond.”

We entered the building. There were seats where some women sat. Some held babies, others nursed babies. While others stood behind food tables helping pass out food. A woman in her late thirties approached us, “Holly did you recruit another single mom?”

My eyes almost popped, “Oh no, I’m not pregnant. Just here for support.”

“That’s so sweet.”

“I’m Holly’s cousin Ashanti.”

She looked at us oddly. Holly’s cream-colored skin in contrast to my brown skin begged a lot of questions.

“Our moms are sisters. My dad’s black.”

“And mine is white.”

She smiled feeling relieved that we answered the questions she had not asked but wanted to. We were used to it growing up.

We found a place to sit. This woman walked up to me, “Would you mind,” she asked as she practically forced her child into my arms. I sat looking down at the angel and pretty little cream-colored baby with gray eyes staring at me probably wondering who I was.

As nervous as I was looking after her for those several minutes, I couldn’t help but think I wanted one and not in a content baby accessory sort of way like some of those people used babies these days. I wanted one. Like I wanted to be a mother. I wanted to care for someone and give them a stable home. I could do that.

As my mind imagined a life with a kid, her mother returned. She scooped up her bundle of joy and sat nearby. The meeting was about to commence. I looked around, “How’s your friend Marie?”

She sent me a message saying she was just here but had to run out.”

My face was a question mark. She drove to Tampa and decided to leave when she got to the place. “What’s her last name?” I asked.

“I don’t know Ashanti, why are you being weird?”

“I’m not being weird.”

She rolled her eyes and then looked on as Debbie the group leader spoke.

After the meeting, I drove Holly back to my grandmother’s house. I watched my cousin enter the house safely and then I drove off. The mystery of Marie was still at bay. When I got home, I checked my emails as I sat in my car.

The rep from the bank sent me a few pictures of a woman that I had never seen before. She was in her late forties, with long dark hair, and blue eyes, a butterfly tattoo on her chest. This was the woman they found cashing checks from my account. So, my theory of it being Susan was off.

Ray was probably right. Perhaps someone from the restaurant got ahold of my purse when I wasn’t looking and took some checks.

I shook my head and decided that it was no longer important for me to meet Holly’s friend because if she was the same Marie, they would be arresting her soon.

I headed inside where I found all three Foss men sitting around the table having a family discussion. Their eyes lit up when they saw me. I felt some kind of way inside seeing all that for me. I walked over and kissed Ray on the lips. He asked me how my day was. I informed him that it was very productive.

They were happy, and Nana was responding to treatment. She would be able to return home in a few days. That was great news. We had a few drinks and Ray stated he hired someone to sit with Nana. I made sure to ask what this person looked like because I remembered how our love affair started.

He told me that it was an older woman. A former nurse.

That was excellent.

I kissed his mouth and went to our bedroom to prepare for bed.

*****

Showered. Smelling fresh, I walked to the closet that was almost the size of another bedroom. I looked around to get an idea of what I wanted to wear to work on Wednesday. I heard the shower running. I knew Ray was getting himself cleaned up for bed.

I found a cute yellow sun dress I could wear with blue pumps. As I stood admiring my choice, Ray entered the closet, his arms wrapped around my waist, “My brother seems to be softening up on you. We had a pleasant conversation today about you.”

I turned to him with a smile, “That’s good.”

“Now we just need to work on my sister.”

My eyebrow lifted, “She could be a lost cause.”

He sighed, “You’re right. I haven’t heard from her in a couple of days. My niece called me today and said she hasn’t called them in a few days.”

“Maybe you can swing by her house tomorrow since you’ll be working out that way.”

“You’re right.”

We left the closet. Our night finished with me sitting on his cock and riding him until he exploded inside of me. As my eyes rolled and I slowed my breathing, I looked down at him, “When do you want to make a baby?”

He smiled, “In October for my birthday.”

I leaned over and kissed his mouth. It was settled. I would go off my birth control in August and we’d fuck like rabbits until it happened. I was pleased.