11

.
Trisha Cowan finished getting dinner ready. She had already set the table for her three young children and her friend from Detroit, who was visiting for a couple of days. She wondered if John would be around tonight. She missed him – especially at night. She tried to be content with the knowledge that she was his longest girlfriend, and the only one to have given him more than one child – and still welcome him into her bed whenever he was around.

“If John comes around, ya have ta be careful, Yolanda. His appetite fer women knows no bounds!”

“You really think he’d take a fancy to me?!” she asked, laughing, her white grin splitting her dark face.

“If ya have a vagina, he wants ta see how deep he can go in it!”

“And they let him be a cop?!” she mocked.

“There’s not much competition fer da job,” Trisha replied.

“And you let this man in your bed, sister?!”

“I love him… even now, I still love him.” Trisha sighed, but kept getting the meal on.

“Then you should ask him to marry you,” Yolanda suggested, helping put the finishing touches on the table.

“He won’t. Dat would be admitting dat he was responsible fer our twins when we were both well under age. Besides, he’ll never be true ta one woman. Dat’s someteen I had ta come ta terms wid early on.”

“And you still let him come back and put more babies in you! You’re amazing, sister!”

Trisha smiled at her friend. “I could still find ya a motel room somewhere if ya don’t want to risk John’s attention.”

“I can handle myself,” Yolanda reassured. “I’m sure I can keep him at bay!”

Trisha shrugged and went to get Jerrod, Josie and Jess from the living room.

The doorbell rang as soon as she’d got the kids served up. She went to answer it, unsurprised to see John on the other side.

“Hi, come on in,” she greeted him with a quick kiss. Taking his hand, she led him to the dining room, where she introduced him to her friend. “John McNally, dis is my friend from Detroit, Yolanda Evans. We met a few years ago in a pen pal exchange.”

“Nice ta meet ya, Yolanda,” John greeted.

“Ya want some dinner, John?”

“Sure.”

After dinner, they watched some television together as the children played. Eventually, they tired and Trisha put them to bed. She came back out to see John sizing up Yolanda. He was very interested, to be sure! But then, he was interested in every woman!

“Come ta bed, John,” she invited. “I’ll get Yolanda set up out here.”

“Sure,” he growled, getting up and pulling her into his arms, his lips devouring her neck hungrily. She felt his interest, hard against her butt.

“Go on, you two!” Yolanda insisted. “I know my way around a hide-a-bed!”

“How’s our liddle one?” John asked the moment they were alone. He stroked Trisha’s rounding belly and kissed her lips.

“Seems ta be doin’ jis’ fine! His or her mama, though, needs some attention tonight!”

“Oh?” he asked, lifting her shirt off her full breasts. “Hungry fer me? Dat’s irresistible!”

“Hungry and jealous… wishin’ dat ya were wid me all da time!”

“Ya know I can’t do dat!” He lowered her pants off her, letting them drop to the floor around her ankles. His hands groped her sensitive center, drawing moisture around her little pearl.

“It doesn’t stop me wishin’! Oh John!”

“Ya want me?” he teased as she hastily helped him with his clothes. She needed him more than he could imagine! He tugged him towards her bed. Instead of coming directly to her, he parted her thighs and lowered his mouth to her delicate lotus, partaking of her moist pleasure with his tongue, caressing her most intimately.

“Oh!” she cried out. “John, I want ya!”

He chuckled and kept licking and tasting her.

“John!” she cried out again, knowing she was only moments away from heaven.

He finally moved up and took her mouth as he plunged inside her. His kiss was instantly deep, feeling her tongue with his, making love to her mouth as much as he was making love to her body. Trisha loved his taste and accepted his dominating type of loving as they’d always had together.

He pounded against her, slapping their bodies together in a desperate urgency that she loved every time they were together – an urgency that reminded her of their very first time together – when he’d taken her virginity. She’d been afraid, especially since her brothers had insisted that she let John lie with her. It would prove that she could be trusted with their crazy schemes.

After it had happened, she knew that she always wanted him to be a part of her. Even when she found out she was pregnant – still at juvie – she knew she’d do it again for John. And she had. She would never refuse him. She belonged to him – no matter how unfaithful he was, she would always love him.

All of a sudden, her body released the tension it had coiled up inside her. She shook and trembled, groaning with the intensity of her pleasure now released with him. A moment later, she heard him groan as his climax overtook him. His trembling inside her was a feeling she never wanted to give up. She would handle his infidelity because she loved every moment of their time together.

He lowered back onto her. “It’s always good comin’ home ta ya, Trish,” he murmured into her ear.

“Den stay wid me!” she replied. “We could buy a place togeder… or let Dad build someteen fer us on da farm.”

“But ya don’ like da farm.”

“I would like it if it were wid ya, John,” she insisted.

“Go ta sleep, sweetheart.”

“Leave Yolanda alone, okay?” she told him. “I tink she’s a virgin still. Ya can’t jis’ go helpin’ yerself ta her!”

“I’ve never raped anyone,” he insisted. “Der’s always consent.” He yawned.

“All da same. Leave her alone.”

A moment later, his snoring was all she could hear. Trisha used the bathroom, then snuggled up against his warm body. She would take what she could get and make lemonade out of her lemons. Her mother had been right.

♥♥♥