Stronger

He Loves Me...He Loves Me Not?

You cannot make this shit up.

I go into the living room and see Darius talking to Vanessa, and I'm taken aback. She's so beautiful. Her hair is so thick and full, and her skin is tan. My god, she curvy her ass is big. It looks soft, it's curly, and her lips are full. After this observation, I quickly snap back to reality. I'm pissed; I can't believe Darius got her pregnant how could you do this to me? I thought. Darius turns to look at me. His eyes were desperate, and he reached out to me to grab my arm, and I quickly snatched it out of his reach. I turn around and go back into the room. I lock the door behind me and start getting dressed. I shake my hair out, grab my phone and purse keys, and head out of the room to the front door. Vanessa is gone now, and Darius is sitting on the couch watching me with tears in his eyes. I ignore it and quickly head out the door to my car, driving to Layla's. 

I knock on her door, and she opens it and hugs me. "Don't squeeze too tight; I'm still very much pregnant, girl," I laugh. She lets go with a smile and lets me in. We head straight to the kitchen. She looks at me and says, "OK, I got ice cream. I know you love Talenti, but what flavor are you in the mood for?" I contemplated and finally settled on "Southern Butter Pecan, please." She opened the freezer and grabbed my ice cream, one for her, and two spoons. We sit in her living room, eat ice cream, and talk. I told her what happened this morning.

"I cannot believe that lying, cheating son of a bitch. I know you said you wanted to wait until after you gave birth to leave, but why, girl, you shouldn't have to live like this," she said sympathetically. "Melody, you don't deserve to be treated like this, especially by the father of your children. That man is supposed to love you, not hurt you physically or in any way. You are a bad bitch with a degree, plus you are a bomb-ass producer and director. You are talented. Don't let him dim your light." I started to tear up like I couldn't believe how much stuff I've allowed him to do to me since I've been pregnant. Once I got myself together, I looked at her and said, "You're right, Layla. I make enough to survive. Without him, my babies and I will be fine. Do you mind going with me to look at apartments right now?" I ask. She responds, "Finally, yes, girl, I do. Let me get my shoes on, then we can go." She hops off the couch with excitement. I grabbed up all of my belongings, and we got in her car. 

Layla and I visited a total of 5 apartments. They were beautiful and in my price range, but none stuck out. "Mel, I love you, honey. We have been looking for hours at apartments, and you don't like them. Although there is this house I saw the other day, and I think this could be the one for you," she says. I agree to look at it, but there are no promises. We pull up to the house Layla saw, and wow, it's beautiful already on the outside. It's a two-story house with a huge yard, a circle driveway, a fountain in the middle, and oversized windows. We are greeted at the door by the realtor, who tells us information about the house, and then we tour the home. This house is perfect. It's beautiful and has a wine cellar and a safe room in the basement. It's the forever home.

I've always wanted room for my kids to grow, create family traditions, and be able to host get-togethers and pool parties. Layla is looking at me with this massive smile on her face. "What?" I say. She shakes her head and then says, "You love this house. I haven't seen you light up about anything since we graduated. Being in this house brought something back in you. I can't tell what, though, now. Let's put in an offer, and before you tell me no, I already brought money to pay cash down. We are not leaving without you signing a deed." I smiled and hugged her tight. "Thank you, Layla. I love you so much. You are the best," I said. I kissed her on the cheek before letting go. She kissed my cheek back, and we left to find the realtor. Once we found the relator, we put in an offer and a heartfelt letter to the owners, who couldn't refuse, and headed to Layla's house. 

Once we get to her house, Layla and I  go in, talk for a while, and celebrate with sparkling grape juice. As we spoke, though, I couldn't help but admire Layla. She has always been beautiful, but she looks gorgeous right now. Her eyes are so easy to get lost in, and her lips, oh my god, they're so full they look soft. I want to feel them. Not realizing how close I had leaned in, I just went for it. I kissed my best friend, and she didn't pull away. She kissed me back. We started to make out. It was deep, passionate, full of sexual tension, and I didn't want to stop. I heard her sit her glass on the counter and felt her hand on my thigh. She pulled back for a second, looked at me, and said, "Melody, are you sure this is what you want before we go any further?" I nodded my head, and we walked back to her bedroom. She instructed me to sit on the bed and lay back, and I did as I was told.

Layla lays next to me, kissing me so passionately, and my pussy is soaked. It's never been like this with Darius before. Layla stopped to take off my shirt, bra, and pants. She trails kisses down my neck to my breast. She kisses them both and sucks on my nipples. A soft moan escapes my lips. It feels so good. She starts back, trailing kisses down my body until she gets to my pussy. She stopped and looked at me for my permission, and I gave it to her. Layla slides my panties off gently. She kisses my inner thighs and licks them, and she kisses my clit; finally, she starts licking my clit slowly and progresses steadily. "Fuck" I moan. She speeds up and slips two fingers into my entrance slowly as she keeps licking and sucking my clit. "Layla right there," I moan. She speeds up her tempo, and she sticks her tongue in my entrance, going in and out over and over again, and I moan her name louder. Layla stopped and said, "I want you to cum all over my tongue, baby," and she went back down, licking and sucking "fuck I'm close," I moaned. She sticks her tongue in my entrance going in and out of me so fast, and I cum all over her tongue, my legs twitching as I release. Layla comes up to kiss me, and we cuddle for the rest of the night. I fall asleep as she scratches my scalp.