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  For the next month, Joy called Omari nonstop and stayed on the phone with him for hours, especially when she was home, letting him know she wasn’t fucking with Lopez. But Omari, being far from stupid, had a hard time with it.

  Over the next several months, Omari became even more distant. He had actually begun to allow his feelings to get much deeper for Joy. Ever since that night of extreme passion, she had done something. The way she came across was what he wanted. She had impressed him.

  He wasn’t staying away by choice. Things in his life had changed, and he had things to bring together. But now he felt she was back to her games, and he wasn’t about that. So he limited his time with her, to keep his feelings under control.

  But Joy took it another way. At this point in her life she cared for him more than anyone, but she wasn’t going to sit still and wait on anyone. She also realized she had to slow down because her encounters with men were getting ridiculous. The one with Lopez one she could have gone without.

  And the thought of giving Finn her time was scary. She thought of the time she’d spent with him. Figuring he was married and older, she thought he would go by her rules and she could play him. She would lead, and the old man would follow.

  She thought of the evening he called as she sat looking at The First 48.

  It was about two months after Lopez had moved out when she ran into Reese at the new club on Baker Road, Luxury Brown. It was her and her old friend Malaina. Malaina actually made her feel good because she was the only friend she had that let herself go and got extra big. Malaina had married Wiz, had three kids, and blew up to a size eighteen.

  When they stepped in the club that Wednesday evening for happy hour, they were dressed to impress, meaning, they both had on low-cut shirts, showing off their most important asset.

  Joy, standing at five foot two, had her forty-two-DD’s sitting out for attention, but Malaina shut her down as she strutted her five foot six frame across the floor. All men saw was the forty-four-GG breasts, small waist, big ass, and the long, black silky hair from the Filipino side of her family. She always thought she was the shit.

  As her and Joy sat drinking on the Hennessy and Coke they ordered, Reese along with his boys, Stink, Cuz, Ray, and Fat Boy came up and surrounded them.

  “So what up, ladies?” Reese said

  “Hello. How are you?” Joy looked around to see if she saw his friend Lopez. “Where your man?”

  “These my peoples,” he said, introducing his boys.

  “That nigga is a customer. I don’t fuck with them like that. I was wondering how he pulled your ass.” Reese smiled.

  “He didn’t pull me, he fooled me,” she said seriously.

  “She used to fuck with Lopez?” Ray asked Reese laughing. “He’ll fool ’em all. Pretty Puerto Rican crack-head.”

  They all started laughing.

  “It wa’n’t like that. We were just cool.” Joy was trying to save face. “Doing all that talking. Who got this next round?”

  “I got you, whatever you want, Joy,” Reese said, looking into her face.

  Joy smiled at him. “Is that right?”

  “And I got you,” Fat Boy said. “What’s your name?”

  “Malaina.”

  “Malaina, I love you,” Fat Boy said, staring at her breasts. “I’d give you anything. I just want you to hold me. Let me lay in your arms and hold me,” he said seriously, leaning over and laying his head on her chest. “Wake me up in a hour,” he said, laughing and raising up.

  Drinks were ordered, and by the time happy hour ended, they all were feeling nice. Reese suggested they go smoke. The girls were down, so they all left out. She didn’t know Reese and Fat Boy didn’t have a car nor their own place.

  “I’m riding with you, baby,” Fat Boy said, putting his arm around Malaina.

  She moved quickly. “No, ride with Joy. I got a man and don’t know who out here. Who house we going to anyway?”

  “We going to Joy house.” Reese knew she stayed by herself, from what Lopez had told him.

  “Why my house?”

  “Because everybody got somebody at their house except you,” Fat Boy said. “Your house is it.”

  “Who at your house, Reese?” Joy asked curiously.

  “Wifey and four kids, mom, dad, brother. Shit! A houseful. Do it make a difference?” Reese stepped close to her. He didn’t give a fuck if she was down or not. His man had already fucked her; he just wanted to play.

  “Shit! We just going to smoke. What difference it make?” Fat Boy said.

  They climbed in Joy’s car and made their way to her apartment, Malaina following.

  After three Dutches and many laughs from Fat Boy, everybody was comfy, but Malaina had to go, so she dropped Fat Boy off.

  Reese made himself comfortable and chilled with Joy. They did a lot of talking that night, and over the next several days, and within two weeks, Reese was fucking the shit out her ass, whenever he could get away.

  And he had talked her into allowing him to hold his drugs in her house, since he was spending so much time there. He was tired of running home to get his stash.

  But his real reason was, he didn’t like holding that shit around his family. He hit her off with weed and a couple dollars. She was an easy trick to him.

  But her eyes were wide open. She really enjoyed his company. She was tired of being alone. He was around quite a bit, and by him having a wife, she could still feel free to do her thing. But over the next several months, his feelings got involved, and she was there for him whenever he wanted her. She even gave him a key.

  Joy was happy with the situation. Being lonely was a thing of the past. She always had company now, since it had become his spot; coming in and find Fat Boy, Ray, Cuz, or any of his other friends there, bagging drugs, playing cee-lo, or having an intense poker game wa’n’t shit.

  It wasn’t until Reese hadn’t came around in a few days, though, that Omari stopped by and spent the night.

  Reese came in about 2:30 A.M. after being dropped off and walked in the room to see her and Omari dead to the world, after a long, hard sex session. They never knew he had come in. He was getting ready to trip, but realized he couldn’t get in trouble behind her. He had a wife, and fucking up his home was not happening.

  Reese really began to slow his roll being over there, but a week later he walked in and found her laying across her bed crying, the house in disarray.

  Believing he was truly a friend to her, she began to tell him about Finn, an older gentleman she’d met and was gonna try and get money out of. He had stopped by with a bottle, and she had showered and had on one of her throw dresses. As the drinks got going, Finn got more aggressive. She tried to calm the situation, but he got forceful and pulled her in her room. She didn’t realize how strong the old man was until he put his arms around her and picked her up, palming her ass and falling on the bed.

  Finn realized she wore no drawers under the long dress. He pulled it down, releasing her large breasts, and buried his head in them. She tried to struggle, but the old head was too strong. Before she knew it, he had his slacks down, trying to get inside of her.

  Throughout the struggle, she began to cry, not knowing that turned him on, and as she began to tire, she felt something warm and sticky shoot out all on her thigh. He never stopped pumping until he was satisfied. She was disgusted. He never penetrated, but had nutted all on her leg. Her arms were bruised where he’d held her down, and she cried. She hadn’t been there before.

  Joy thought Reese would sympathize with her, but he gathered up his important shit and let her know that he thought she was a nasty, fat slut. He let her know he had seen dude in her bed weeks earlier, that she was too wide open for him to be fucking with. He had a wife and couldn’t chance catching shit from her. She wasn’t what he expected. Truth was, he was tired of her. She was a jump-off that he’d gotten caught up with, and it was time to make an exit.

  Joy sat on her bed crying and shaking uncontrollably, as
she heard her door slam. She walked out to see her key on the table and embraced the feeling of a lonely apartment.

  An hour later, she found herself being treated at Leigh Memorial Hospital for an anxiety attack. Her body raced, her hands shook, and her mouth trembled as tears ran down her face.

  Her mother was there trying to find out what brought this on, and her kids were worried to death. Malaina was also there trying to calm her down.

  But it wasn’t until Lady came in and took both her hands and began to pray, sitting there with her for several hours, did her body start to calm down. The doctor wanted to keep her through the night, but Lady said she would take her home and stay with her.

  After Joy got home, and her kids were in bed, and her mother had left, Lady sat talking with her, getting no response. Joy stared at the cable, looking at her stories, praying her body would calm down. She just wanted her hands to stop shaking and the tears to stop forming in her eyes, but that wasn’t happening. She was so confused.

  Then she heard a knock at the door. For some reason, she got scared, and the anxiety began to build. She waved her hands and head, letting Lady know not to answer the door, that she didn’t want to see nobody.

  The knocking continued then became a bang.

  Lady opened the door to see Omari. He saw Joy on the couch balled up crying, and he walked in slightly, pushing Lady to the side.

  “Fuck is wrong with you?” he asked, bewildered.

  “She had an anxiety attack. She was over at Leigh Memorial all evening. We just got back,” Lady said.

  “I’m Omari,” he said, holding out his hand to Lady.

  “Lady. Nice to meet you.” She stared at him, impressed by the young man. She could see why Joy left the party the night he’d called.

  “So is my little fat girl gonna be okay?” Omari asked, going over to her and hugging her. He could feel her body trembling. He took both her hands and looked into her eyes. “Hey, I was headed home, and I was deep in thought, smoking this Backwood.” He pulled out his Backwood and lit it. “And next thing you know, I’m over here.” He laughed.

  “It was meant for ya to come by,” Lady said.

  “I guess my baby needed me.”

  Omari handed the Backwood to Lady and wrapped his arms around Joy. He held her, she held him back, and her body began to calm down.

  After an hour, Lady decided to leave, once Omari said he was staying the night, all Joy needed was to rest, and he was gonna hold her all night, make sure she was okay and got some rest.

  Lady kissed Joy, said her good-byes, and was out. “Take care of my girl,” were her last words.

  Omari took Joy to her room, undressed her, got her in bed, laid down, took her into his arms, and held her close. “I don’t know what’s worrying you, and exactly all that’s going on, but it all ends tonight,” he said. “Do you hear me, Joy?”

  “Yes,” she answered, squeezing him.

  “I mean it. I love you. I really do,” he said, before falling into a deep sleep.

  Over the next several months Joy found peace with Omari. He stayed with her almost every night. He gave her all the attention she needed, but financially she was holding everything down. Omari gave a little, but not enough to give her any security.

  After a year of facing hard times, it began to take an effect. Joy began to look at him different. Coming home to a fucked up house, smoking, his Xbox, and hard dick, she felt he’d become like another dependent.

  Even when tired, Joy always found the time and energy to give Omari all the love and attention he wanted, but inside, her feelings began to change. Especially when she got into a bind and he couldn’t or wouldn’t give her a helping hand. Several times her whole check went towards rent and bills, and she had to go to her moms for help.

  Along with the help and loan, she had to hear about a nigga laying in her house and her bed, who had nothing to contribute, but she took up for him. Another time when she fell short and didn’t have her car payment, she had to go to Malaina, and again along with the loan, she had to hear about a nigga laying up in her shit and not contributing.

  Then one time he borrowed her car, ran out all her gas, and then the car broke down. Her being between paydays and being ass out, her son needing money for a school function, and Omari looking at her with his head low, saying he was sorry, but again having nothing to contribute, she had to break down and go to Lady.

  CHAPTER 7

  It was Lady who broke it down, making her realize that this dude was taking food and money away from her kids, leaving her and the kids fucked up. Her son Juan was getting older and beginning to catch feelings about Omari being there and not playing the role of a father. He brought it to his mom’s attention that this dude was holding her back, but her love was so deep and so genuine, she still couldn’t let go. But after getting her car fixed a couple times, and putting so much money into it, when the transmission went, she was done.

  She sat at home crying, not knowing what to do, so she finally broke down and called Mike, a dude she’d met on Tagged and had a deep infatuation with.

  When they met, he came at her on some sincere shit. His mother had passed away with cancer, so he had his page dedicated to cancer awareness, and being a touching subject to Joy and her family, it opened her heart to him, and a door. Mike was supposed to be going through a divorce, so her heart just automatically opened, figuring he had no one to turn to. And when he came at her, requesting friendship, he didn’t come as if he wanted anything from her, except an ear to listen to his many problems. He’d gone through hell with his soon-to-be ex-wife, something similar to what she’d gone through with Minke. So they began talking every day and night on the computer.

  Joy finally told Mike she wanted to meet him, but he said he didn’t want to complicate her life or his at this point. His fifty-first birthday was coming up and he was just learning to deal with all the life changes that had come his way. Even though Mike was older, Joy was really feeling him, because everybody she’d met was only interested in one thing.

  She continued talking with him, until one day she heard him mention that he sold cars, and asked him about the dealership. He told her about one of the side-of-the-road dealerships on Military Highway, which she was familiar with.

  The following day she worked up the nerve to go up there. She fixed her hair, and threw on a new little pink strapless terrycloth halter top dress. She found her some matching pink sandals from Payless and made her way to his lot at lunchtime. She’d seen Mike’s picture online, so when she pulled up, she waited for him to come out and assist her.

  As Mike approached her, she stepped out the car. When he smiled, she knew he liked what he saw, but he was tall, big, and flabby, nothing she would normally look at two times. But she knew she’d gotten bigger, older, and wasn’t the prize she used to be. Plus, her self-esteem had been crushed by Minke, so any attention was good attention.

  Not wanting to appear needy, Joy tried to come across as if she was living well and offered to take him to lunch, thinking it was the beginning of something genuine.

  She invited him over later for some good conversation. They’d talked so much online and on the phone, she felt comfortable. When he arrived that evening, they talked, cuddled, smoked, and sipped on the Patrón that Omari had left over there. She felt good that the old head still puffed like a young’un, and talked like a young’un, and complimented her, making her feel like a million.

  It had gotten late, so Mike asked if he could relax with her. It had been a while since he’d held a woman. He was living with his brother since he had gotten separated, and was quite lonesome.

  Joy wanted the company and she had prepared for it. Earlier she had washed her sheets, put powder on them, and sprayed them down with some of the Victoria’s Secret body spray. Also, she had douched and cut the hair down to a sexy triangle on top so that it was not only sexy to look at but also fresh. When they went in the room and laid down, she went into the bathroom and came out weari
ng a short silk red nightie with a red robe that she let swing open, allowing him to see her pride and joy, those forty-two-DDs, and the tattoo on her thigh that made men weak. Tamil had educated Joy a lot. She was used to Minke and Minke only since she’d become a woman. So Tamil made sure she came correct.

  When she walked over to the bed, Mike reached out and hugged her. His hands went straight for her breasts, which he began to massage and knead as if they were big rolls of dough. Then he laid her back and took off his shirt.

  Mike was nothing like Minke. He was fat, slouchy, and had man breasts that Joy knew brought shame to him, but he stood there as if he had the body of a dancer.

  He leaned over and kissed Joy, sticking his tongue in her mouth, as if to arouse her, but the wet, sloppy kisses made her soon turn her head. Joy leaned her head back so he would kiss her neck. That always moved her.

  Soon he had her breasts in his mouth, and was making his way down her body to her stomach. Joy was self-conscious of her belly and size, but after looking at him, she realized she had nothing to be ashamed of.

  Mike made his way down to her thigh and began kissing and licking her tattoo. Then he lifted her legs, realizing she wore no panties, and placed his lips on her vagina and began giving her light kisses. He gently licked her clit, and watched it grow and stick out, giving him easy access to take it between his lips and suck on it.

  Then he eased his tongue between her swollen lips and into her moist hole, causing her to moan. When he saw her grab the sheets, he lifted her legs higher and put his arms around her thighs, allowing his free hands to push up her stomach, leaving a clear view of all her womanly love. But he went back down to her now wet hole and pushed his tongue so far inside her, she realized she didn’t have to douche, he was cleaning her out.

  It felt so good, but it didn’t compare to him giving her a rim job and licking her ass clean. Joy never knew a man’s tongue could get in her asshole, but she found out that night. She wanted to call her momma, but he never stopped. She waited for him to get back to her clit, but he focused on her asshole, wetting it up and putting his fingers inside. It was a bit uncomfortable, but that was his focus.