I'm eight months in and Chris and I are distant. He keeps sleeping on the couch and coming home late. He hasn't said I love you baby in more than a month.
While Cash and me have been kicking it all the time. School, home now joy came from when my children would move in my stomach or when cash was rubbing my feet or feeding me.
Cash was laying on the bed with me and he had slide his body right behind mind as we laid on the couch. It felt so right like this was how it's supposed to be this way forever. Then he kissed me on my lips. I kissed him back. I started thinking about the way Chris has been acting and I got mad and started to undress Cash as he undressed me. He was on bottom as I looked him in his eye as I slide down on to his dick. I couldn't help but notice that he was bigger than Chris. I let out a soft moan and began slow riding. As he put his hand on my clint he had flipped me over and begins to make his way down past my navel and he kissed oh so ever gently on my naked flesh. I opened my eyes to see my front door opening. Stop! I jumped off the couch and ran to the door it was Chris. What the fuck. Shit shit shit. Cash quickly got dressed and gave me my robe as he pushed his way in.
"Bae I didn't know who you was."
" I don't know why not." Chris
"Wassup man." Cash
"Sup." Chris
"I will see u tomorrow keke ." Cash
"Okay bye."
He left quickly and I kissed Chris and said how are bae.
" I'm fine." As he sat on the couch.
I began to rub his shoulders and his back.
"Are you happy" I asked.
"Yes why wouldn't I be." Chris .
"Just asking."
"Oh." Chris
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keshia story
Teen Fictionyoung African American girl struggles in a adult lifestyle .trying to be seen as everything but what people know at club dream
