Petra

Petra walked into the office. Ignoring the stares and whispers  as she passed each desk. She knew they talked about her, but she tried to ignore it. Most of the people who worked here had two things on their minds, work hard , then party. Having grown up in a strict home, Petra didn’t participate those things she was a complete novice. She didn’t drink, smoke or use drugs. She was not a sex addict. She never dated, and most of the time, she was the butt of ever joke.

People found that amusing and would often call her cutesy little names-“Old Woman, Stag Sally, Puny Petra.” She knew she was not pretty. Growing up, people around her made sure she knew. She often heard, "If only Petra were pretty, then she would not have it so hard. Too bad her Mom is the way she is." Her Mom worked and left her with an older neighbor that hated kids.

At first she told herself that Mom didn't really have a choice, but later she learned that her Mom really did not care. So she simply took care of herself. They never celebrated birthdays, Christmas, or even trick or treated on Halloween. Mom would rather stay indoors, only venturing out when she had too.

School was the worst. It was a place filled with hateful kids and moronic adults. Petra learned to be invisible. It was hard to be invisible when you were the punchline of every joke, but she survived. She was called names by her peers as teachers turned a blind eye and deaf ear to their taunts. 

The adult world if work was just as bad. Her Mom moved away a few years ago and only called when she wanted to see her. She didn't date, and preferred to be left alone.

At work, someone always pulled some sort of prank. They didn't care that the ink they tossed ruined her only dress, or when they took her material she had to wait for her payday to replace it. It seemed not to matter to them that the cruel things they said cut worse than a double edged blade. They laughed, and each time it seemed to get worse.

It wasn’t funny to Petra though. Many nights, at the end of a long day, she sat in her small efficiency apartment alone and cried.<i>Who ever said it got better after high school. People were mean, always mean.</i> Petra had no friends, just a cat. An old Tom cat that showed up on her balcony and she fed him. She soon realized he was like her alone. No one care about him either, so they bonded.

Their relationship was simple. She’d come home, and place a can of tuna outside. Old Tom would come eat. He wasn’t the prettiest cat. His orange fur was matted. His tail was half eaten off. He had patches of fur missing. He was skinny, and his right eye had been gouged out. He wasn’t very affectionate, but he meowed when he saw Petra. He would even stroke his body against her showing her some affection.

He never stayed long, and soon after he ate, he’d go. She fed that cat for years, even to the dismay of her neighbors that complained about him. Her neighbors always complained. She just ignored them and went on about her day.

Today at work was extremely brutal, and sad.  She went home and placed the dish out for Old Tom. He did not come over to eat. She was worried, but figured maybe he’d found someone more interesting to befriend.

She thought about her day. She had reports to turn in and someone sabotaged her printer. During the day, someone when into the break room and poured salt in the salad she had brought for her lunch.

As soon as she took the salad out, several people had a great laugh at her expense. As her boss came in demanded that the reports he needed be placed on his desk immediately.

She threw the salad away, and went to her bosses office to print the reports. He wanted to know why she could not do so from her own office, and she explained that the wires on her equipment had been  damaged. He frowned.

“I’m going to lunch. Have them done, when I get back.” He demanded and left.  Petra spent the rest of her lunch hour printing out the reports. Her coworkers were tickled pink at the expression on her face when she realized her salad was not eatable. Tomorrow, if she brought her lunch, they were pouring hot sauce.

She really didn’t mind they surmised. After all, it was just fun, right. You see the one’s giving Petra such a hard time, didn’t realize how much they hurt her. They teased her all in good fun.  She cried herself to sleep. She hated that place, but there was nowhere else she could find work.

The next morning, Petra got up and was leaving for work when she saw the remains of her friend Tom, splattered in the street. Cars drove by as if nothing happened. Petra fell to her knees in anguish, that cat was her only friend.

A homeless man was the only one to stop and see if she was alright, as he helped her to stand. Petra called into her job and told them she was not coming in today. As the elderly man risked his life to remove Tom’s remains from the middle of the street,  he had an old box and he placed the old tom cat in it. Then he and Petra walked to an abandoned field behind her apartment building where the dug a shallow grave and buried her friend.

Petra tried to give the old man money for helping her but he refused to take it. “Keep it.” he said. “I don’t need it,” and he walked away. Petra found herself alone once again. She wasn’t going to work so at least she’d be spared the jeers and taunts they levied at her daily.

She looked at Tom’s shallow grave and was relieved. At least he was no longer suffering. He was at peace.

Petra returned to her small abode. She sat on her bed and looked at a picture of her Mom. Like her, her Mom was a loner. She had no friends either. Had she not been raped, she would not have had a daughter.  Sighing with tears streaming down her cheeks, Petra wondered would they both have been better off if her mother had not been raped.

She and her mother never spoke, never really talked. Her mother preferred solitude. She was a constant topic of the teasing she endured growing up. Now she lived in a retirement village in the south, and only wanted to see Petra once a year.

She had no idea who her father was and never sought him out.  It didn’t matter. He would not want her around either. As she lay there, someone knocked. “Strange, no one ever visited her. She walked to the door and peeked out. Her boss was standing there.

She opened the door and he stepped inside. “Petra, I owe you an apology for yesterday. Macy, one of the assistants told me what has been going on. I wish you would have said something. No one has the right to treat you that way and it will not be tolerated. I knew something was wrong when you left yesterday, and I should have looked into it. I don’t blame you for not coming in. I’m surprised you haven’t quit.” He stopped talking.

Petra was silent. Waiting.

“Take the next two weeks off. It will be paid vacation time. When you return, you will see that the office will be different. I promise.” He said.

Petra whispered, “OK and thank you” and walked him to her door. Her boss looked back at the small woman. He was truly concerned. She was alone, had no one. He knew how that felt. He spoke once more. “Petra, there are people out here that care. I want to help you. Will you let me?” He asked. Petra nodded, and he smiled. “OK then. Can I stop by later to visit with you? I really like your company.”

“Of course,” Petra replied. “I’ll see you at six.”

Her boss smiled at her relieved that she agreed to let him stop back by. He had some people at his office to deal with, and he got right on top of things.  He then left to return to work, and Petra enjoyed the first few hours of a well deserved vacation.

THE END

This is a short story I wrote a few years back when I was dealing with some tough issues. We all have issues of some sort. No one is immune, but sometimes it feels like you are the only person that is dealing with them. Petra is that silent side in you that is too afraid to stand up or speak out. I don’t know if  the story will continue, it might. I won’t force it though.

I would love to know what you think. Please share your thoughts. However, I must ask that you refrain from anything mean spirited, hateful, or blatantly inappropriate. Please enjoy. 

When a Woman's Fed Up Ch. 3

When A Woman's Fed Up Chapter 3

The next morning, Lana and Chase rode to Dylan’s house. Keisha was relieved to see her new friend. She was also please to hear from her friends, Mr. and Mrs. Greene. Dylan called them last night as she slept. He invited them to his home and they arrived that Sunday afternoon. They were not alone, her girl Mya was with them.

Mya hugged her friend. Since Keisha relocated to Baird, they rarely saw each other. Mr. Greene and his wife considered Keisha one of their own. So when Dylan called, they knew where they were headed.

“Keisha , we are going with you Monday. What time do you have to be there?” Felix asked.

“Nine, but no Mr. and Mrs. Greene I can go alone. It’s just the DA. I’ll be fine.” She reassured her elderly friend. Desiree stood rubbing her back comforting her. 

“I’m going with her,” Dylan stated. Felix and Desiree nodded, relieved that the she would not be alone. The next morning, Dylan drove Keisha into Newark to meet with the DA. As they talked, he considered having her leave town for a while.

The DA met Keisha  as soon as she walked into her office. She wished she had better news for her, but in reality, Williams had fooled many people. He would be released in six months. It was now her job to prep Ms. Johnson for this event.

“Hello,  Ms. Johnson,  Officer Nash. I’m glad you could make it.  Officer Nash, I was not expecting you.” She added taking note of  his possessive hold on her waist.

“Morning, Ma’am, call me Keisha.” Keisha extended her hand as the woman greeted her. 

“Morning, DA Jones,  I wish we were meeting under better circumstances.”  Dylan greeted his former coworker.

“Alright, Keisha I called you to update you on the status of Deshaun Williams and his parole hearing. As you might recall, he copped a plea and was given a reduced sentence. He provided information that helped the police solve several unsolved cases."  She stood and walked around her desk. Grasping both of Keisha’s hands, she continued.

“If I may be frank, he was such a hothead that I didn’t think he’d be released early. I knew he’d fuck up, but the man has been a model inmate. He has gone through counseling, and will be required to report to a parole officer weekly and continue with therapy. They have no reason to hold him.” She paused and exhaled. Keisha, has he tried to contact you in anyway? A call, note, anything?” she asked already knowing the answer before Keisha responded.

“No ma’am. He has not called, but…” Keisha paused. “I think he has been having me watched.”

“Have you called the police? Do you have anything on file?” She asked.

“I couldn’t prove it. Dylan talked to..” Dylan spoke.

“I talked to my captain, but no one ever made contact. So no she had no cause to file a report.” He explained. “Ms. Jones, he does not need to get out.”

Keisha was silent, and she knew. Her time was up and now she had to think. If it was just her, she could stay and face him, but her child was another issue. She could not be here when he got out. She had to protect her child. Dylan saw the decision in her eyes. The light that shone so brightly died, and he knew she’d leave.

DA Jones was speaking. “Ms. Johnson, we need you to testify. Right now, he has everyone fooled, even our psychologists have said he seems to be on the level. If you can convince the parole board that he is a threat, there is a small chance, he might make him serve the remainder of the five years.”

“Ms. Jones, will it make a difference? Please be honest.” She asked.

“Honestly, no. We’ve had or doctors interview him and even they agree that he is rehabilitated. He is now on medication, and it has helped him gain a modicum of control.” She explained.

“So it won’t matter if I testify or not, right?” Keisha asked.

Death of a Pet

KENNY AND BLACKIE-------RIP

Five years ago, I decided my kids needed a pet. So for Easter, I bought them a pet bird. I knew it was a chicken, just not the gender. Well, we kept the bird inside constantly cleaning behind it and made sure it stayed confined to certain areas. Chickens do not make good house pets.
Anyway, he grew. Soon a comb grew on its head and we knew we had a boy. He was fun. Eventually we had to cage him because every time we tried to put him out, people tried to take him. Apparently, chickens are meant to be eaten, to not kept as pets.

So eventually we moved to an area where he could be out until the cats. Cats from all over moved into our yard. Boy was I glad he was secure in his coop. Two years ago, before Christmas we had a hard freeze, so I caged Kenny, that was his name and brought him inside. He hated the cage and would ram the door trying to open it. One night he was successful and proceeded to cluck everyone who got in his way.

His name was then changed to Dinner. And he was told, if you cluck anyone again, you're toast. He didn't get it. Because, he was a chicken, not a person for Christ sakes.

Kenny (Dinner) was cool. He crowed every morning at the crack of dawn. No one in the neighborhood seemed to know who had a pet chicken. Our neighbor once walked over and asked, “Good morning, every morning I hear a rooster. I wonder who has a rooster in the city."

I didn't answer because I didn't want to get in trouble and be penalized for housing poultry.  One day it rained and the yard flooded, so I had to be brave and take the fighting rooster to higher ground. I swear his beak was on steroids and he knew how to poke you with it.

He loved worms. I'd often buy them and just throw out a few to treat him.  One morning, I didn't hear him crow, strange. I was running late, so I didn't check. I figured maybe he was asleep. And he was, apparently he passed away. I found his body and we buried him by his favorite roost on the back yard.  That was before I met Blackie and Hershee(Hershey).

Blackie was a baby when I picked him up Christmas of 2010.  His mother was a miniature Doberman, and father unknown. He was the toughest, fightingness, most playful puppy ever. He cried the first night we got him, so the next day I picked up his brother, Hershee (Hershey).

Those two puppies fought each other all day, but at night would not sleep apart. They couldn't be together without fighting, and whined when they were apart for any amount of time. The only time they didn't whine was when they were into mischief.

They were so funny and territorial. I saw the cutest little sheep doggie pull toy. So I bought them one. The toy was bigger than both of them. Well, I put the toy in their bin. I had this big refrigerator boy that we kept them in at first because at night, they were terrors.

They did not like that guy intruding in their space. So they wrestled with that toy until they managed to rip him. I threw it out and they whined, so of course they got a new one. He met the same fate.  Soon, they were too big to keep inside so we moved them out to their own space in our back yard.

Hershey, he's quiet. He is an escape artist. One day, he got out and into the gate of the people down the street. He some how found a buddy. A giant Pitbull(Pimp) allowed him to hang with him in his yard for a day. Suffice it to say, Hershee got to visit with his new friend all day because I was not going near that house. Eventually, Pimp's owner brought Hershee home.

Now Blackie, was not quiet. If anything moved he would go after it. We had no worries about intruders. They could not get to the yard. He guarded his home. His neck got a nasty deep cut on it. I washed it. treated it and it healed, but I often wondered how he got cut.

But he didn't stop being a guard. I once drove home in a car someone let me use to run an errand and he didn't know the car. I swear, he was about to tear the gate down to stop the intruder. Until I got out and called his name. Then his tail wagged and he greeted me. A few days ago, he got out and went exploring, but my husband caught him and put him back in the yard.

I noticed that he was quieter than usual, but no one had come around so I didn't think much of it. Then today, my son walked in and said. "Oh, Blackie's dead." As if to say "It's raining.", or "I'm hungry.", or even "Can I play a game?"

I didn't believe him. Then I went to my bedroom and looked in the yard outside my window where he sleeps, and there he lay, balled in a knot, not breathing.  I didn't want to see what happened but I had to know.

His water dish was full, and food bowl was half eaten, but there was that gash back across his neck. Had I known he was hurt again, maybe I could have watched him closely, or gotten him to a vet.

I don't know. All I do know is now they are free to run, play, and chase squirrels in heaven. Will I miss them?  Yes. Do I wish I could have stopped their passing? Yes. Can I change what happened? No. So life goes on and I still have Hershee, so I'll love him and watch him more closely. He's the cutest chocolate colored baby. Even though I miss my pets, and I hope they are happy in pet heaven.

The One for Me Ch. 06

This is it. The end of this story. Hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 6

Ross

Bishop Robert Thompson looked at his son. He was proud of his son. He knew this was hard on Ross. Ross hated to disappoint them, but he never really did. He helped them to realize they were human.

He acknowledged his responsibilities toward this girl, and even went out of his way to protect her.

 “Dad, I know I sinned, but I can’t regret my child. I love Anna dad. I’ve loved her for since I met her. I knew I wanted to marry her the first time I saw her.” Ross explained to his father.

“You know the church frowns on premarital sex son. If you feel that way about this girl, why not marry her first.” Robert asked his son.

Ross looked around and chuckled, “Um, Dad, I wasn’t thinking with my big head at the time.”

“Dad, I plan to marry her if she’ll have me.” Ross told his father. “But I don’t know if she will. I won’t pressure her Dad, as much as I want to. If she becomes my wife, it will be her choice.”

Robert patted his son on his back. “You know your mother will demand a wedding, son. On that note I too think you should go on and marry the girl.  But, I understand you two may need a little time. However, son, you should want your child to have your name.

Evelyn has often pushed hard where you are concerned, but she loves you.  I know she angers you, but you need to talk to your mother, son. She loves you.”

I looked away from my Dad for a moment. “Dad, I hear what you are saying, but most of the time, it doesn’t feel like she loves me.”

Dad patted my shoulder to reassure me and we drove back to Anna’s apartment. When we arrived, Anna was surrounded and being pampered.

She was tired and her parents decided to stay with her for a few days to care for her. Mr. and Mrs. Smith went home with Mr. Smith telling Anna to not worry about her job take as long as she needed.

Mom and Dad were ready to leave and against my wishes, I left with them. Anna needed rest and I would come back and visit later.

When we reached my apartment, Mom could no longer hold her words.

“Ross, I like Anna. She is a nice and respectful girl. But I cannot sit here and pretend that this situation is fine. It is not.” Mom started her lecture.

I didn’t want to listen to this now. “Momma, please. I’m tired and don’t want to hear this right now.” I said dejectedly, knowing it was pointless to even try. Momma was going to tell me her thoughts regardless of how I was feeling.

“You must marry this girl. It is the right thing to do son. You claim to love each other so it shouldn’t be a problem.”

“I’m not going to tell you how I feel about you getting the girl pregnant. I know you’re young and when you’re young sometimes you don’t think.” Momma sighed. “I wanted to blame her, you know. I wanted to say she tricked and seduced you. Led my innocent baby astray, but talking with her tonight stopped those thoughts.

Son, she loves you. She’s a good woman. I just wish…” Momma looked at me and paused. “Make this right Ross. Give my Grandbaby his or her right name.”

“Momma, I’d marry her in a New York minute if she agrees. I love her Momma.” I said as I hugged my mother and for the first time in my life, I felt like she really understood.

My Dad offered to buy dinner, but I was tired so I begged off. As soon as they left, I called Anna to wish her a goodnight. Besides. I needed to hear her voice.

Anna

After everyone else had gone, Momma asked if I wanted to go to bed. She had changed the linen earlier.

I told Mom I was fine and just wanted to talk with them. They told me about the places they’d visited. Momma had developed cures for several diseases. Daddy had helped many people in poorer countries start their own businesses.  I was impressed and proud of them.

I yawned and in no time at all, Daddy had me tucked in and he and Mom were camping out in the living room.

Late at night, I awoke. I heard movement outside on the patio. Climbing out of bed, I went to investigate. Daddy was talking quietly to himself. He seemed to be worried, so I gave him a big hug like I used to when I was little.

“Daddy, what’s wrong?” I asked. The sight of my parents being upset made me pause. Dad turned and embraced me and told me he was just relieved I was alright.

“Annalise, I have wronged you as a father. It was my job to protect you, to keep you safe, but I failed.  I am so sorry, love. Please allow us, your mother and me, to be a part of your new family. I know I have no right to ask, but I beg forgiveness for your mother and myself.” Nelson pleaded.

Anger, I looked at my Dad and became angry. “I needed you and you weren’t there. I cried for the two of you and you were with other people you liked better than me. I grew up alone with no one. I love you daddy and I will forgive you, but I won’t allow you and Momma to hurt my child. Just like I told Momma earlier at the hospital, Daddy, if you want to be a part of our lives, you are welcomed, but we will not be a project or your pet people anymore. Understand, Daddy?”

Daddy embraced me grateful that I was willing to allow them back into my life.

We talked a little longer, before Daddy made me go to bed. He said I needed rest and he would make sure I rested.

Brenda lay silently sobbing as she witnessed the interaction between her husband and daughter.

Ross

The next morning, I left my apartment an hour early because I needed to see Anna She had an appointment with Dr. Gee and I was determined to be there. After that visit with her doctor, I had to go to work. But first, I needed to see her to make sure my family was fine.

I arrived at Anna’s apartment a little after six. Her mother opened the door and Anna was sitting with her father eating breakfast. I rushed over to her. She met me and we embraced in front of her parents.

“Hey, baby” I whispered, “Is everything OK this morning? Have you taken you meds?” Unconsciously, I gently rubbed her stomach. I felt the need to have some contact with my child.

“I am fine. Yes, Daddy made sure I took my vitamins and iron, hence breakfast at six. I thought you were going to the doctor’s with me today?” Anna asked.

“Yes, I am, but I have to go to work afterward.” Ross explained.

“Son, would you like something to eat, or at least a cup of coffee?” Nelson offered and I ate breakfast with her parents.

Anna left the room to shower a dress leaving me alone with them. I had dreamed of getting a chance alone with these two, but now it wasn’t as urgent for me as it has once been.

Her mother spoke to me first, “Ross, we know you love our daughter. You probably hate us for the way she was raised. I will offer no excuses to you, because you heard all I had to say on last night. However, please just give us a chance and allow us to be a part of your lives.”

“Mrs. Rainer, Mr. Rainer, I mean no disrespect, but I won’t let you hurt them. She means everything to me and I will not have her or our child hurt. Anna is willing to try and have a relationship with the two of you and I can respect that, but if you hurt her in anyway, I will do everything I can to make sure you never come near us again.” Ross explained to them.

Nelson’s heart swelled with pride for this young man that was willing to do whatever it took to take care of his family.  “We understand, son.”

Anna came out of her room dressed and ready to go. She looked at the three of us pensively, because the air in the room was thick with tension. She hugged both of her parents and then we left and headed over to Dr. Gee’s clinic for our initial visit.

Two hours later we were sitting in the exam room waiting on Dr. Gee. Anna had undressed and put on a gown in preparation for her examination.

Dr. Gee came in measured her stomach, gave her a pelvic exam, and listened to our baby’s heart. The sound of the little rapid beat amazed me.

She then ordered an ultrasound and lab work. I remembered seeing our child for the first time. The technician took measurements and told us the doctor would share the findings shortly.

They did blood work in the lab. Then finally we were waiting for the results. Dr. Gee’s nurse called us to her office. She shared the results with us and gave us our instructions.

We were fourteen weeks pregnant with a little boy. We would have a son. I know it may seem old-fashioned, but in that instance I wanted him to have my name. Dr. Gee told Anna that she could return to work if she wanted in a couple of days, just no heavy lifting.

We walked to the car in a daze. In a little over five months we’d be parents. I opened Anna’s door and helped her in the car. We needed to talk.

“Anna, I am sorry.”  I said to her, because in the end I knew we should have stop. “I should have stopped, but I didn’t. Now, we have another person to take care of. Anna, I love you and I love this child. I promise. I will do everything within my power to take care of you. But Anna, I must ask. Will you marry me and let me be a true father to my son and a true husband to you?”

She froze. She opened her mouth and then closed it. She opened her mouth again and closed it again. She seemed to be searching for words.

It felt as if my stomach was about to drop out of my body as I waited for the critical answer to my question

Anna

I’m almost five months pregnant with a little boy. I was having a little boy with the man of my dreams.

He asked me to marry him. I was speechless, and terrified. I wanted to scream yes, but I didn’t want this to just be an obligation.

“Ross, you don’t have to do this. We don’t have to get married. We can raise our child, but you don’t have to commit your life to-“ I tried to explain.

“Do you love me? Anna, do you love me?” Ross asked.

My eyes flew to his and I could not lie to him I had to tell him the truth. “Ross I have loved you since the first time you spoke to me over a year ago. But you are not at fault for this pregnancy.  I was insecure and I wanted to be with you.

My friends were coming to visit and they are members of your church. They were the type of girls I knew that your family would approve of, and I thought I might lose you to them so that night I needed to be with you.

You asked me to stop and I insisted. I kept insisting until you made love to me. I pressured you so please know that I caused this not you.”

“Then marry me Anna. If you love me like you claim, let me give our child my name. Be my wife, Anna?”  he pleaded.

“Yes, Ross. I will marry you. I just hope you don’t regret this, because I’ll never let you go.” I declared then I hugged him. We embraced for a moment and then headed back to my apartment to talk to our parents.

Ross called his parents and asked them to meet us at my apartment. Because mine were already be there.

We called Mrs. Smith and asked her to join us. We would call Mr. Smith at his office and tell him our decision over the phone.

We walked into our apartment and all of the older adults were waiting. Mrs. Smith called and got Mr. Smith on speakerphone.

Ross stood, cleared his throat and announced that we were getting married. Everyone cheered.

I had to share my news also, so I told them I was almost five months pregnant and in a little over four months they would have a new grandson soon.

Mr. Smith was so overjoyed, he told Ross to take the rest of the day off the get the necessary things done for you to get married.

My Dad and Ross’s Dad decided I needed to sit down because their grandson needed to relax.

Mom and Ross’s Mom wanted to talk to me about details for our wedding.  We decided to keep it all and intimate with just family

Two weeks later, we were married.  Our wedding was the sweetest event ever. Only family attended and Rev. Thompson officiated.

The night of our wedding was very special. We stayed in the honeymoon suite at the Hampton. Even though we had sex in the past, this was our first time together as man and wife. I was nervous, as was Ross.

We entered the honeymoon suite and I was awed by its beauty.

The decorations were flawless.  I looked at my new husband, and in that instance the room paled in comparison to him.

Ross

My wife, my beautiful wife is standing before me. She is admiring this room, but I am stunned by her beauty. I bow to her for she is giving me a life, the life that is growing within her womb, my son.

Tonight will be for her. I will love her tonight, worship her. Never will she doubt what she means to me.

She turns and looks at me, and all I can think is <i>Thank you God for creating her for me. Thank you.</i>

I had arranged earlier to have a special CD set up for us tonight. Taking the remote from the entertainment center, I turned on the stereo.

The smooth sounds of Luther filled the room. I turned to face my wife, “Dance with me?”

Anna placed her hand in mine as we sway to the words and melody.

<i>Love has truly, been good to me.

Not even one sad day or minute have we had since you’ve come my way

I hope, you know, I’ll gladly go anywhere you lead me.

It’s so amazing to be loved. I’ll follow you to the moon and the stars above.</i>

I held her close listening to the true words of the song and the singer crooned describing the amazement that he felt for his woman. The song perfectly described how I feel about Anna.

I held her close and as the song ended I kissed her gently.

She pushed away and asked me to give her a minute and went into the bathroom. I was excited, nervous, and happy.

While she was in the bathroom, I quickly undressed and sat on the bed waiting for her to come out.

 A few minutes later, Anna came out. She was wearing a small white night gown the cling to her curves. The slight round bump at her abdomen reminded me that she was carrying our child.

She walked over to me and I stood. I lifted her and placed her in the center of the bed.

I kissed her soundly and maneuvered my way slowly down her body.  Her breast  were delicious chocolate mounds topped with deep chocolate nipples. As I nursed on one breast, I gently massaged the other.

“Please, Ross, please,” Anna moaned and I slowly removed her top and panties. Once she was completely naked in front of me I was awed by her beauty.

Finally, I could worship her body the way I wish I had done months ago.

I slid my eyes from her perfect face to her bountiful; breast. My eyes rested on her baby bump and I could not resist, so I kissed her stomach.

Slowly I moved down the bed until I saw the glistening evidence of her arousal at the apex of her thighs.

Gently, I spread her legs apart and kneeled between them. I looked up and was awed by the beauty that was simply Anna. She stared back at me, her eyes wild and ignited by her passion.

I pressed my face into her glorious hair to inhale her true feminine fragrance. She quivered in anticipation. Slowly I began to lick her. I licked her slit from her clit to her anus. Anna screamed and within second she came on my face. I greedily drank of her nectar.

I wanted to feel that again. I licked her some more, then I notice her clit had come out of its hiding place. I latched on to it. Anna convulsed as I nursed her clit. Her clit was amazing; it became even more engorged, sticking out from inside her resembling a small cock.

I decided to do what I like to have done and began to bob my head up and down on her clit, giving her a blowjob. I lost count of how many times she came.

“Stop, she panted, “Please stop.”

I moved back up to the top of the bed and held her for a moment as her.       

She rubs my chest and I wanted more. “Baby, hold me. I need you to stroke me.” She moves her hand to my member who stood up as hard as steel. She grasped me and I moaned.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” She said snatching back her hand.

“Baby, no. You didn’t hurt me.” I explained. “Please don’t stop.”

She began to stroke me again as she held me tightly. To my surprise, Anna repositioned her body so that her face was right next to my crotch.  She kissed my cockhead. I wasn’t expecting her to kiss it and almost exploded on her face.

Next, she sucked the head of my cock into her mouth. “Watch your teeth.” I told her, but the sensation of her mouth on me was almost way too much.

Ever so slowly Anna began to suck my cock. I looked and I saw her gorgeous face engulfing my pale white pole and erupted. She jerked back and I saw my sperm spill from her lips. This caused me to erupt even more.

“Baby, come here,” I whispered, and she climbed back up and covered my body with hers.                        

I rolled her over so she was on top. I didn’t want to lay on her and hurt her or the baby. Anna straddled me, positioning my cock at her swollen opening.

Very slowly. I guided myself inside her as she simultaneously lowered herself onto me. I was in heaven.

“Ride me Anna.” Slowly she began to move, up and down, up and down. She felt incredible. She was so hot and tight, and felt amazing as she rode my burgeoning member.

Anna moaned and I groaned. Her hot wet sheath felt like home and I never wanted to leave. Then she really went wild and began to ride me with vigor.  Within minutes I was ready to cum. Fireworks, It seemed like fireworks exploded as my balls contracted and I spewed my seed deep inside her.

Anna moaned and I felt her vaginal walls contract around me pushing me over into the abyss.

Anna

He started the music and Luther filled the room.

“Let’s dance.” He said. He held me close as we danced.

He kissed me as the song ended. I wanted tonight to be special for him so I went to the bathroom to dress in the special gown I had bought for this night.

When I came back into the room, Ross had undressed and was waiting for me.

He was about to make love to me. He’s the only man I’d ever been with and I didn’t want to disappoint him.

My heart is pounding. I don’t know what to expect. He’s kissing me all over and I’ve never felt more beautiful. He has me to climb on top and  then places his cock at my entrance and it feels so big.

I whimper and he stops.

“Baby, we don’t have to. I’ll stop.” He whispers. Then he kissed me and moved away from my body.

My body was on fire and he was the only thing that could cool me off. I pulled back to me and said. “Ross, I need you. Please, make love to me.”

He groaned and slowly began to slip his thick member inside me. My body adjusted to him like a glove.

Finally he was inside of me, and I’ve never felt so full. He began to move, slowly in and out, in and out. My body adjusted to his size immediately. Fire spread through my limbs. Heat centered at the apex of my thighs. I needed something and only Ross could give it to me.

I began to moan and beg for a release that I could not describe.

 My body began to quiver. He felt amazing inside me, and I knew he had me hooked.

I rode him gently, in and out, in and out, then after a few strokes I saw white. Glorious white light exploded behind my eyelids as my body lost complete control and I convulsed and came all over his massive cock.

He could not hold back any longer and he shot his hot seed deep inside me.

He stayed inside me until finally he softened and slipped out. A mixture of his and my own juices spilled out of me and onto my bed sheets. He took such great care of me.

Ross

I woke up the next morning to Anna gently nuzzling my neck. I’m so fair, I knew she’d leave a mark and I wanted her to.

“Good morning, Mrs. Thompson. How are you feeling? Let me order us some breakfast.” I greeted her sleepily.

“Morning, my husband.” she replied smiling.  “Yes, we are hungry.” she said as she placed her hand gently on her extended belly. “Let me shower and then we can go downstairs.”

“Let’s save water.” I suggested. I joined my six month pregnant wife in the shower. I wanted to be sure she didn’t over exert herself or fall.  Of course we ended up making love in the shower.

Anna and I talked about moving into our house. We were waiting on the house to close and the realtor assured us we’d know something in a few days.

We stayed at the Marriot for three days and then returned to Anna’s apartment where we were staying.

The following week, the realtor called to inform me that someone else had bought the house we were looking to buy. I was disappointed because I knew Anna really liked that house. Unfortunately we had to go with one of our alternates.

We ended up buying a smaller house, but it was perfect for us.  Our family and friends helped us move in. Mrs. Smith and the ladies from our church helped set up the nursery, Anna supervised.

Anna was ecstatic.  Three months later, we were anxious since RJ was due at any time now. I loved caring for her. She was grumpy, mean, but had the cutest scowl. She’d snap at anything.

Most of the time, I bore the brunt of her ill-humor, but I didn’t mind. One night, Anna shook me because her water had broken. It was time. We rushed to the hospital. While the nurse was prepping Anna, I called Mrs. Smith. Mrs. Smith would contact everyone else, so I could focus on the birth of my son and take care of my wife.

Two hours later, on June 9, 2002, Ross Thompson, Junior came screaming into the world. And believe it or not, he was simply perfection.

I stood in the room could not help but admire this amazing little boy.

Anna

My son. I am holding my son and he is perfect. He is so small and amazing. I look over at Ross as tears flow down his cheeks.

Our parents are here, but we haven’t invited them in yet. We wanted the first few moments with our child to be just us.

Eventually the grandparents came in. They doted on that little boy. I knew he would be well-loved.

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Ross and I have been married for fifteen years now. Our family has grown. Ross, Jr. is a junior in high school and linebacker on the school’s football team. A year after we had  RJ, Savannah was born. She sings lead in the church choir with the sweetest voice.  Then we had our last two, the twins, Joanna and Jonathan. I am so blessed to have such a wonderful family.

Oh, and by the way, I even joined the church. I encourage my kids to participate, and most of them do.  Jonathan, on the other hand, seems to be a rebel like his Daddy.  Oh well, that’s another story.

THE END