Lelani & Richard Reunite

Sunday, November 28th, I drove back to Tampa. I couldn’t help but think about the conversation I had had with my grandmother. After her birthday party was over, I went to the kitchen to clean up.

It was actually to get away from my mother’s suspicious eyes. As I put the dishes away, my grandmother walked in, “Hey puddin’,” she said with her southern drawl. I turned and saw her statuesque frame. Her skin was the color of copper, her eyes a bright brown, “Hey mama,” I replied.

“So what’s going on with you?” she asked as if she had an idea, but wanted me to divulge the facts.

I played it off, “Me? Not too much.”

“Um-hmm.” She grinned, “Lil gal, when are you going to tell your parents about that baby you’re carrying?”

“Huh?”

“I have five children, four of them were girls.”

I sighed, “I can’t. Not right now at least.”

She nodded, “Can’t keep it a secret forever.”

“I know.”

“And the father?”

“It’s complicated.”

“I see, he’s not married, is he?”

I laughed, “No. nothing like that. Just didn’t work out between us.”

She hugged me, “Well, no matter what happens between you two, that baby deserves to have parents that love and look out for its best interest. Remember that.”

“Yes ma’am.”

I grunted. She was right, I had to tell Mario, but how? I didn’t want him to think I was pulling some bullshit to trap him. I screamed out loud and hit the steering wheel. I’d need to think more about it before telling him.

****

Ten weeks pregnant and I wasn’t showing. The lower half of my tummy was hard and I knew a little person was growing inside of me. I smiled as I sat at my desk looking at articles on the internet about expecting a child.

June was not far away. I wanted to buy another house. The townhome I lived in was barely enough space for me. I knew once I told my mother I was having a baby, I’d have to prepare a room for her to come live with me for at least three months.

My cellphone sounded. I saw Richard’s name flash. I rolled my eyes and answered, “Hello.”

“Hello, gorgeous.”

“Hello, Richard.”

“Is everything okay?” he asked with concern.

“Look, I know that you’ve been fucking your ex-wife. Why are you playing games?”

He cleared his throat, “I wanted to talk to you about that. Can we meet later at my place or I can come to you. We can have dinner, whatever you want.”

“Just tell me what you have to say.” I didn’t need a whole dinner for him to tell me that he was getting back with his ex. Just spit that shit out.

He sighed, “Very well, I am not getting back with my ex.”

“So you’re not sleeping with her?”

“We did, but it only happened once and I was drunk.”

“So when you get drunk, you just randomly fuck other women?”

“Come on Lelani, cut me some slack. She was my ex-wife and we have history.”

I sighed. I didn’t know how to take that. Yes, I knew they had history but was that going to be an issue. Because I wasn’t about to share no dick.

“I assure you that it will not happen again. Let’s have dinner.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“What?!”

“Yes. I’m pregnant. I don’t want you to get all this glittery stuff in your head about us if it will just end with you being disappointed.”

“I see. I still want to see you.”

“Why?” I asked. I thought sure he would have been upset.

“You’re young. I know you wanted a child. Now you can have one. I’ve raised two children. I want to be there for you and the baby.”

“Seriously? And what about your family. They’ll know the baby—

“They won’t. I never told anyone about my vasectomy.”

I felt tingly. Could this work? I did miss him.

“So?”

“Okay, I’ll come to St. Pete tonight.”

I could hear the smile in his voice, “Can’t wait to see you.” The call ended. I was excited too. My pussy was also excited about a break from masturbation.

Richard had dinner prepared. I was happy. I didn’t want to have the conversation we needed to have in a public setting. We both had a lot of questions for each other and made even more reassurances.

First, we wanted to take time to date and enjoy each other. Diving into each other’s personal lives. Then we decided to wait until the new year before we told our families. We also planned a cruise to Cozumel and Yucatan the week before Christmas.

Richard wanted to buy a house in Palmetto for us to share. This made me know he was serious. After we talked and I explained to him the nature of my pregnancy, he said, “That part of your life is over. We’ll raise the baby. I promise you, I’ll love it as much as I love you.”

I couldn’t help but squeeze him tightly in my arms. I knew my ancestors were looking out for me and my child. Out of pain and into something beautiful. Or at least, I hoped it would be. I tended to get ahead of myself as with the situation with Mario.

I promised myself to take it one moment at a time. And the moment had arrived for me to feel the power of my blue-eyed lover deep inside of me. I lay on my back staring up into his eyes as he filled me with his scrumptious cock.

He held his position and smiled. I loved when he did that. He teased me. I squeezed my walls on his cock and he moaned, “Not yet, beautiful,” he stated firmly. “I want to savor this moment.”

He suckled my nipples one after the other. I tried my best to be still, but my pussy pulsated on his cock, “I’m coming baby. Oh shit,” I moaned as I wet his shaft.

He laughed and kissed me, “It’s okay.” I felt him thrust, long, slow, deep, one leg wrapped around his waist, my left hand on his ass, the other caressed his back. Our lips touched, “Fuck, shit baby,” I said. This wasn’t "comfort dick." This was "new possibilities dick." I smiled and he pushed deeper inside.

“I love it, baby.”

“Yeah.”

“Yes, baby.”

“Turn over.”

I smiled. He loved to take me from behind with my belly flat on the bed, as he’d pull my hair taunt, drizzling kisses down my neck, shoulders, and back. I flipped and he spread me open wide before pressing his way back into my pink paradise. “Yes, baby.”

His pelvic pressed against my thick ass with his cock deep inside. His hand gripped my wavy hair. My head turned and we shared a passionate wet kiss. He released my hair. I felt his fingers on my clit and he continued to push his cock deeper with every stroke. I whined his name. He was on a mission to wear it out. After I climaxed again, he pulled out and laid back. I knew he wanted to finish in my mouth. I didn’t waste any time pressing my lips on his shaft, “Ah yes, baby, yes,” he moaned.

Then I felt it touch my tongue, it oozed from the sides of my mouth and dripped down on the soft black hairs of his pubic area. Satisfied. he passed out. I went to the bathroom to clean up and returned to snuggle next to him.

I placed my hand on his chest. I felt safe with him. He would not handle me without regard. He was a good man with good intentions. I smiled and fell asleep.