Reality (Sequel to Future)

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chresanto and I stood next to each other staring down at Deon in his crib as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

"I missed him so much, man" Chresanto said shaking his head. "You were right, B"

"About what?"

"About everything. About risking it all. I can't imagine not being able to experience moments like this. Watching my son sleep, wake up, eat, say my name" he said with a chuckle and I knew he was thinking about Deon's first word.

"None of that matters now, baby. You're home now and that's all Deon or I care about. And as long as you plan on staying on the straight and narrow this time around-"

"Ain't no planning. I will" he said staring into my eyes and I knew he meant what he said.

We stared at each other for a while longer until I grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom locking the door behind us.

"Lay down and relax for second, baby. I'll be right back"

"Whatchu doin'?" he asked curiously.

"I just wanna show you something is all" I said with a wicked grin before disappearing into our bathroom with an adjoined closet.

I reached up on the top shelf of the closet and pulled out a box full of my old stripper outfits. I set it on the ground and pulled out a hot pink slingshot outfit that had a cropped sheer halter neck top. I put it on and analyzed myself in the mirror. I took out the messy bun on top of my head letting my dark hair cascade down my back and shoulders.

"Damn, Bahja, hurry up? Whatchu doin' in there?" Chresanto whined from the other side of the bathroom door.

"You'll see in a second. Just put on some music or something" I giggled.

Then I applied a light pink lip gloss to my lips and some mascara to my eyes. Once I decided that I was pleased with what I saw in the mirror, I pulled out my hot pink high heels to finish off the whole outfit. Just as I had begun to put them on I heard music coming through softly on the speakers. After a while of listening to it I realized it was The Isley Brothers' "Between the Sheets". The smooth bass from the song only put me further into my zone as I strutted out of the bathroom. I saw Chresanto sitting on the edge of the bed on his phone in one hand and a blunt in the other when he did a double take staring me down from head to toe like I was a piece of cake.

"Goddamn" he said under his breath.

I moved over to him not breaking eye contact when I finally stood before him.

"You like what you see?" I asked with a proud smile.

"Man, do I like it?" he repeated as he removed the blunt from his mouth and placed his hands on my thighs slowly moving them around to my ass. "I think I more than like this, B"

I smiled again leaning down to kiss his plump lips that I had missed so much. He pulled me in further my the back of my neck deepening the kiss. When we finally stopped I stepped away from him.

"Lemme dance for you" I said seductively.

Chresanto raised an eyebrow at me surprised at my bold request. I had never danced for Chresanto before. Ever since the whole thing with Maurice, me being a stripper had become so taboo between Chres and I as it only brought up bad memories. But I figured today was a special enough occasion that I could put all of that aside for my baby. Then he leaned back on his elbows taking the blunt into his mouth again.

"Do ya thing, baby" he said.

I started to move my hips to the slow beat and turned around so that he could get a good look at my ass. I slowly bent down in front of him and began to twerk it a little looking back at him as I did so. Then I sat on his lap slowly grinding against him and I could feel him becoming hard. He groaned into my ear showing me that he loved what I was doing to him. I decided to take it a step further and got down on my knees in front of him. I pulled down his basketball shorts and boxers until they were off of his feet. I looked at his semi-erect dick before looking up at Chresanto's face of anticipation. I slowly began to stroke him.