Baby Momma Drama Page 7

  “I see Jazz helped you with your little problem,” Joe chuckled quietly.

  I helped Jasmine with her coat, then took one last look at Monica. She was dancing with Jordan again, and he seemed to have calmed down. But she was also staring at me from over his shoulder. I couldn’t help but feel good about what had just happened. I loved her, probably always would, but now I felt free. I’d been obsessing over her since the breakup, like I was powerless to do anything but think of her. To see her get jealous gave me back some of the power, made me feel like I could go on with my life. Who knows? Maybe even with Jasmine. The way she kissed me, maybe that boyfriend in jail didn’t mean all that much to her. I took her hand and we followed Joe and Rebecca out of the club. It was time to move on with my life. Time to start a new chapter.

  7

  Jasmine

  After we left the club, we all went over to Joe’s apartment to play cards and listen to music. It wasn’t the type of thing I did on a regular basis, but it was still early and I loved to play spades. Plus, Becky had made it clear that she was going to Joe’s with or without me. I didn’t wanna desert my friend, so I went along hoping to keep her out of trouble. Besides, I was having a good time with Dylan. He was smart, funny, and even more important, respectful. And he wasn’t bad to look at, either. If I didn’t already have a man ...

  When our card game was finished, Joe must’ve been bored, because he tugged on Becky’s sleeve and whispered something into her ear. Next thing I knew, they were headed for his room so they could have a private conversation. I tried to get her to stay in the living room with me, but she just waved her hand, telling me to mind my business. At that point I just shut up and let her do what she wanted. She was a grown woman and I was sick of being her conscience. If she wanted to be a hoochie and sleep with Joe on their first date, well, that was on her. I just hoped he was around in three months so I didn’t have to listen to her cry on my shoulder.

  While Becky and Joe were having their so-called conversation, Dylan and I were left sitting on the living room couch. He was drinking a beer and I was sipping on some wine, telling him about Big Momma and the rest of my family. He was really a great listener. It felt as if we’d been old friends for years. He just sat there stroking my hair, which I loved, as I told him my life story. I knew I probably should have gone home as soon as Becky decided to go in the back with Joe, but I felt comfortable with Dylan, and it had been a long, long time since I’d had any kind of male company. I knew I was playing with fire, letting him play with my hair, and especially with me enjoying it so, but I just kept trying to convince myself it was a totally innocent conversation between two friends. Besides, I was having a good time and wanted to stay.

  It wasn’t until about three in the morning that things became a little uncomfortable. That’s when we heard the bed squeaking and Becky moaning like she didn’t care if the whole neighborhood heard.

  Now, I’m not gonna lie. I’m not into vibrators or threesomes or anything kinky like that, but I was getting aroused glistening to Joe and Becky make love. I’m sure Dylan was, too. Not only was he stroking my hair, but he also began to gently rub his fingers along my body. It felt like an eternity since someone had touched me that way, and his fingers were reminding me of things I’d almost forgotten. I closed my eyes, and an image of our kiss on the dance floor flashed into my mind. At the time, I’d convinced myself that the kiss was nothing more than a practical joke to upset his ex-girlfriend. But now just the mere thought of his tongue in my mouth was making me breathe heavy.

  When I opened my eyes, Dylan’s lips were inches from mine and I wanted him to repeat what we’d done on the dance floor. I wanted him to kiss me so bad I could taste it. But thoughts of Derrick quickly took that taste away. I’d never cheated on Derrick before. Hell, I’d never even thought about it. I loved him too much for that. At least I thought I loved him that much, but Dylan’s touch was hard to resist. And I knew I had better do something fast, but when I decided to stop him it was already too late. He’d pressed his soft lips against mine and I felt the warmth of his tongue enter my mouth. At that moment, my love for Derrick was like a distant memory, and my lust and passion for Dylan was overwhelming.

  We lay on that couch kissing like teenagers for what seemed like eternity. I’d probably be there right now if Dylan’s hand hadn’t found its way under my dress. Trust me, after the way he’d been kissing me I contemplated letting him continue, but images of Derrick alone in his prison cell flashed into my mind. I grabbed Dylan’s wrist, but like when he kissed me, my timing was off. He’d already pushed his fingers inside me and they were doing things to me I’d only dreamed of. I moaned, easing my legs open so that he could continue what he’d started. Hell, I might as well. I’d already crossed the line between the faithful and the unfaithful. And I must admit, it felt good.

  I imagined what it would feel like to make love to Dylan; then I scolded myself for being so weak. I damn sure didn’t want him to stop, but at the same time I knew I shouldn’t let him continue. And it didn’t help matters at all that Dylan knew exactly where to touch to make me shout.

  Finally I just said, “Fuck it.” It had been so damn long since I felt like this, and I was entitled to feel some pleasure, wasn’t I? Even if it was only for one night. I mean, there was Becky in the other room, getting her swerve on like she did every weekend. And yet here I was, in my third year of voluntary celibacy, worried about Dylan’s fingers. And for what? Derrick? Sure, I loved him, but I was still a woman with needs and wants, wasn’t I?

  God, I wanted to be footloose and fancy-free just one time. I just wanted to see how the other half lived once. I wanted to be reminded that I was a desirable woman and that the loneliness I had inside was only temporary. So without thinking, I arched my back, letting Dylan know that I was fully ready to give in to whatever his fingers had in store and maybe a little bit more. He pulled my panties down to my ankles and slid to his knees. A few seconds later I was pleasantly surprised when his warm, wet tongue began to lick the inside of my thigh, making me gush with moisture. I swear to God, he sent shivers down my spine when he touched the spot that I thought only I knew. I gently took hold of his head so he wouldn’t get away and deprive me of the pleasure he was giving. A few minutes later I felt an eruption between my legs that was more powerful than the fireworks on the Fourth of July. Maybe it was because I had just gone through such a long dry spell, or maybe it was his skills, but I swear I was experiencing one of the greatest orgasms of my life, and I was powerless to do anything other than enjoy it. When I finally regained my composure, Dylan was above my face, resting his weight on those gorgeous, muscular arms. He kissed me and I pulled him against my body, still enjoying the lingering warmth from my orgasm.

  “You like that?” he smiled.

  I nodded but was too spent to speak. I loved that feeling that comes after a powerful orgasm, when every inch of your body feels like you just had a massage, and you’re so relaxed you don’t want to move a muscle. You just want to sleep. And it would’ve been easy to lie there and do just that with Dylan on top of me. Unfortunately, I was forced to come to my senses when I heard the jingling of his belt buckle. That’s when I realized the mess I’d gotten myself into. How could I have been so stupid? Sure, Dylan was a nice guy, but did I really believe he was gonna give me that kind of pleasure without expecting some in return? Hell, no. Just like any man, he was ready to get his now. And I guess I couldn’t blame him for it, but I sure as hell wasn’t down with it Especially after Derrick marched back to the forefront of my thoughts.

  “Stop. I can’t do this,” I practically screamed as I struggled to get out from underneath him.

  “Don’t worry. I’ve got a condom right here.” He was trying to show me the condom and soothe me with his tone, but I wasn’t having it.

  “I don’t care. Stop!” I tried to push him off me but he was too heavy or didn’t wanna be moved. I wasn’t sure which one. All I knew was, his frown was making me
nervous. Real nervous.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Get the fuck off me! Don’t you understand? No means no!”

  He still didn’t budge. At that point the only thing going through my mind was that I was about to become a rape victim, and I had no one to blame but myself. Jesus, how stupid could I be? I’d been preaching to Becky for years about leading men on, and there I was doing the same damn thing. The only thing left for me to do was beg.

  “Dylan, please. Please get up. I don’t want to do this,” I cried.

  “What’s the problem?” He sighed loudly and lifted himself off of me. I ran to the other side of the room as quickly as I could. “Did I do something wrong?”

  Can you believe he put an innocent look on his face as he asked that question? It took a few seconds for me to finally gain my composure, but when I did I lit into him.

  “You damn right you did something wrong, you fucking phony! A few hours ago in the club you were lovesick over your ex-girlfriend. But you were really just scheming to get some ass, weren’t you? And when I wasn’t givin’ it up fast enough you figured you’d just take it, huh?”

  “Take it?” His face was full of astonishment and anger. “You trying to say I took advantage of you? You gotta be kidding! If anyone got taken advantage of, it was me. ‘Cause I sure as hell didn’t hear you complaining when my face was between your legs and you was begging me not to stop. Guess it’s all good as long as you’re gettin’ yours, huh?”

  He picked up my panties and threw them at me. I felt like a fool when they hit me in the face. Especially when I thought about how easily I’d let him take them off.

  “You know what, Jasmine? You’re a real dick-tease.”

  Don’t get me wrong. Some small part of me knew I was being unfair to Dylan. I wasn’t some young, naive church girl. I knew you couldn’t get naked with a man and expect him to put his dick away as soon as you ordered him to. Hell, guys just can’t turn it on and off like that. And the more I thought about it, he never really tried to put it in; he just kept staring at me. It probably just took some time for his big head to start thinking for his little head. Something told me this guy was genuinely confused by my actions.

  Problem was, I was so full of guilt about what I’d done, and that guilt was stronger than any sense of fairness I might have toward him. Even if it was wrong, I wanted to make it all his fault. If I took part of the responsibility, then I had to admit to myself that I wasn’t the faithful girlfriend I’d been claiming to be for so long. I was no better than Becky now, and who the hell would want to admit to that?

  “Everything all right out here? Rebecca thought she heard... Oops!” Joe walked into the living room and let his eyes wander up and down my half-naked body. He didn’t even try to hide his smile. Why should he? There I was standing there like an idiot, balancing on one foot with the other halfway into my panties.

  “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt,” he chuckled.

  “You’re not interrupting anything,” I snapped, trying to sound in control. And that was no small task as I tried to pull up my panties and close my shirt all at the same time. “Tell Becky I’m ready to leave.”

  “You ain’t gotta leave. Y’all can spend the night if you wanna. I got an extra bedroom.” Joe winked at Dylan, which pissed me off even more.

  “Don’t wink at him like I’m some fucking ho. I ain’t no ho, and he ain’t get none. Did you?” I turned toward Dylan, but before he could answer, Joe cut in.

  “Hold up. Ain’t nobody call you a ho. I was just asking if you wanted to spend the night. Damn, what’s with the stink attitude?”

  “Ask your friend.” I pointed at Dylan, who glared at me evilly. “Look, just forget it. Tell Becky it’s time to go.”

  “I don’t believe this shit,” Joe mumbled under his breath. He was obviously pissed off, but I didn’t care. He was just another horny asshole lookin’ to get laid, and Becky sure fit that bill. The worst part was, as far as they were concerned, so did I.

  “So you gonna blame this whole thing on me, huh?” Dylan finally spoke.

  “I’m not blaming this on anyone. All I know is that it was a mistake to come here. I just wanna go home.”

  “Yeah, well, so do I.”

  Becky walked into the room with her dress all crooked and buttoned wrong.

  “Why we gotta leave?” Becky shouted. Her hair was sticking out every which way. “Why don’t we just go to work from here?”

  “’Cause my work clothes are at your house and I’m ready to leave now. That’s why.” I sucked my teeth.

  “Damn, Jasmine, you could fuck up a wet dream, you know that? Why don’t you lighten the fuck up for once?” She headed for the door, followed by an angry Joe. I was about to follow them to the car when Dylan put his hand on my shoulder. I wasn’t sure what he was up to, so I turned to face him with my fist clenched.

  “What do you want?” I snapped.

  He shook his head with a frown, then spoke very frankly. “You were wrong for the way you treated me. And I want you to know I wasn’t trying to take advantage of you. I was feeling you, Jasmine. I was really feeling you and I thought you were feeling me. Now I mighta got caught up in the moment, but I would never rape any woman.”

  I stared in his face for a few seconds and I could feel his sincerity.

  “I know that, Dylan,” I finally admitted. “And I’m sorry. I guess I got caught up in the moment, too. Let’s just call it a misunderstanding on both our parts.”

  “Ah’ight. But aside from our little misunderstanding, did you have a good time tonight?”

  I gave him a weak smile. “Yeah, believe it or not, I really did have a good time. I guess that’s the problem.”

  “What’s the problem?” I wasn’t about to tell him that he was right, that I was feeling him, too, so I made up an excuse.

  “Look, I gotta go; Becky’s waiting. I’ll stop by your store some time and pick up those Brotherman comics.”

  “You do that,” he replied.

  I waved at him, wondering if this would be the last time I ever saw him. Most likely I wouldn’t get up the nerve to stop by his store. It was too dangerous. As much as I wanted to pretend it wasn’t so, lying on that couch with Dylan had awakened feelings I was not ready to deal with. I had to wonder what it was about this guy that had made it so easy for me to forget Derrick, even if it was only temporary. I had been so sure my relationship with Derrick was like a rock, and now my commitment to him seemed about as solid as Jell-0. His request for money for his baby’s momma sure hadn’t made things any stronger between us, and now Dylan comes along. I was afraid my relationship with Derrick was about to hit some serious bumps in the road.

  I took one last look at Dylan and silently promised myself I would just stay away from that temptation. Once I walked out that door, it would be back to my life as I’d known it.

  It was hard being at work the next day. Not only was I tired as hell from being out all night, but I couldn’t get my mind off Dylan. It had been so long since I’d had a man to hold me and make me feel desired. I had to force myself not to daydream about him, and the more I did that the more he crept into my mind. I kept thinking about the way he talked to me, the way he kissed me, and the way he went down on me. Not that I wanted to admit it, but my panties were getting wet just thinking about how it felt when he was doing his thing. I tried to convince myself that it was just oral sex, not like it was my first time or anything. But I don’t think I’ve ever met a man with as much skill as Dylan.

  I was so grateful to get home at the end of the day. I couldn’t wait to put my feet up and get some much-needed sleep. But that plan was ruined when the phone started ringing before I could even put down my purse. I knew right away it was Derrick calling. My life was pretty predictable since he’d been locked up, so he knew he could always catch me at home around this time. Truth is, usually I was happy to hear from him and would run to the phone. But today was different. I definitely didn’t want to t
alk to him.

  Derrick seemed to have this sixth sense when it came to me. He knew right away if I wasn’t telling him the truth. And I knew he’d be trippin’ about why I hadn’t answered my phone last night. Once he started interrogating me, I’d have to lie. Then I’d have to deal with the consequences once he figured out I was lying. On the other hand, if I didn’t answer now, he’d be calling me all night until I did pick up the phone. I had to choose between letting the phone ring all night or dealing with it now so I could get some sleep later. Might as well get it over with, I decided.

  “Hello?” I was trying to think of a lie fast.

  “Jasmine?” I let out a thankful sigh when I heard Big Momma’s voice. “Where you been, girl? I was callin’ your house all night. I must’ve left fifteen messages. Why ain’t you call me back?”

  I looked down at my answering machine and the number 20 was flashing. That was not a good sign. Big Momma was not the type to leave one message, let alone fifteen, so something must be really wrong.

  “I spent the night at Becky’s house last night, Big Momma. Why? What’s wrong?” I braced myself for bad news.

  Big Momma released a sigh that made it clear she knew I wasn’t telling the whole truth. She had probably called Becky’s house as many times as she’d called me. I was sure she’d ask me for the real story another time, but now Big Momma had more urgent things to tell me.

  “Your sister had her baby last night, child! A big ol’ nine-pound baby boy!”

  “Oh, that’s great, Big Momma. What’d she name him?” I tried to sound enthusiastic, but it wasn’t working. I was happy for Stephanie and Travis, but more than that I was jealous. I’d been wanting a baby for a long time. Derrick and I had even started trying to have a baby, but of course that all came to an end once he got locked up. So it wasn’t that easy for me to share my grandmother’s joy.