Baby Momma Drama Read Online Free Page A
Author: Carl Weber
These are my only clean drawers,” I told her, and it was the truth.
“At least you have somethin’ sexy to wear. When that happens to me, I gotta wear my old granny briefs.”
We both laughed as I slipped out of my G-string.
“Where you from? I know you’re not from Richmond. You sound too country.”
“Georgia.”
“So you one of those big-ass corn-fed niggas, huh?” I didn’t even answer her. I hated the word nigger.
“I got a cousin lives in Georgia. She’s from Atlanta. You from Atlanta, big man?” She was still rubbing her hands across my chest.
“Nab, I’m from Waycross.”
“I don’t know where that is.”
“Well let’s put it this way: Waycross is way across
Georgia.”
She laughed then changed the subject. “What’s your favorite position, Travis?”
“Sixty-nine.”
She laughed hard. “You the first country nigga I ever met that admitted to eating pussy. I like your honesty.”
“Thanks. But if you ask me that question in public, I’m gonna lie.” We both laughed and I kissed her again.
“What about you? What’s your favorite position?”
“I like a sixty-nine,” she said, smiling. “But nothing beats a nice, long pony ride.”
“Pony ride? What’s a pony ride?”
She pushed me on the bed and straddled my legs. Ripping a condom open, she slid it onto me effortlessly. She took my penis into her soft hands and rubbed it against the warmth between her thighs.
“Dammmn! That feels so good,” I moaned. She slid all the way down on my manhood, letting out a soft moan when it was all the way in.
“A perfect fit,” she purred.
“Yeah, a perfect fit,” I moaned.
“Now that I’m saddled up, it’s time for a nice, long ride.”
Stephanie and I made love that night in every imaginable position. She was down for anything and everything, and I’m not embarrassed to say she taught me a thing or two. What she thought was going to be a one-night stand turned out to be an all-weekend thing. I hate to sound self-serving, but once I slept in her bed and she wrapped her arms around me, I got comfortable and I didn’t wanna leave.
She was serious about not wanting a man. Her daughter’s father had turned her off to the thought of relationships and love. At least, that’s what she told me. Somehow, despite what she said, I found my way over to her place every night and she never turned me away. She called it a sex thing, but Stephanie and I had a bona fide relationship going on. It was fine with me if she never wanted to admit it. A few of the local brothers I’d met living in her project tried to warn me about her reputation, but I didn’t really care. I knew she was a freak the first night I met her. But now she was my freak.
We played that little game for almost nine months. I guess after a while Stephanie started to realize what I already knew, that she wasn’t getting rid of me so easy. So that Thanksgiving, out of nowhere she invited me to her grandmother’s house for turkey dinner with all the trimmings. To my surprise, she introduced me to her grandmother as her boyfriend, and from that point on that’s who I was. Her boyfriend. Not that I’m complaining. It’s been a wonderful three years we’ve shared together, and with the baby coming in the next few weeks, I’d decided to make that couple of years a lifetime.
I smiled at Stephanie as she set the large pan of macaroni and cheese down on the table. She’d just finished helping Big Momma bring out the last few trays for this year’s Thanksgiving dinner, and sat down next to me. In the three years we’d been together she’d traded in her shoulder-length perm for long box braids, and her skintight clothes in for more conservative skirts, slacks, and blouses. Except, of course, when she went out to the club. But even with her new, conservative look she couldn’t hide the fact that she had a big ass. Matter of fact, ever since she got pregnant that ass seemed a little bigger. Not that I minded. Like
“At least you have somethin’ sexy to wear. When that happens to me, I gotta wear my old granny briefs.”
We both laughed as I slipped out of my G-string.
“Where you from? I know you’re not from Richmond. You sound too country.”
“Georgia.”
“So you one of those big-ass corn-fed niggas, huh?” I didn’t even answer her. I hated the word nigger.
“I got a cousin lives in Georgia. She’s from Atlanta. You from Atlanta, big man?” She was still rubbing her hands across my chest.
“Nab, I’m from Waycross.”
“I don’t know where that is.”
“Well let’s put it this way: Waycross is way across
Georgia.”
She laughed then changed the subject. “What’s your favorite position, Travis?”
“Sixty-nine.”
She laughed hard. “You the first country nigga I ever met that admitted to eating pussy. I like your honesty.”
“Thanks. But if you ask me that question in public, I’m gonna lie.” We both laughed and I kissed her again.
“What about you? What’s your favorite position?”
“I like a sixty-nine,” she said, smiling. “But nothing beats a nice, long pony ride.”
“Pony ride? What’s a pony ride?”
She pushed me on the bed and straddled my legs. Ripping a condom open, she slid it onto me effortlessly. She took my penis into her soft hands and rubbed it against the warmth between her thighs.
“Dammmn! That feels so good,” I moaned. She slid all the way down on my manhood, letting out a soft moan when it was all the way in.
“A perfect fit,” she purred.
“Yeah, a perfect fit,” I moaned.
“Now that I’m saddled up, it’s time for a nice, long ride.”
Stephanie and I made love that night in every imaginable position. She was down for anything and everything, and I’m not embarrassed to say she taught me a thing or two. What she thought was going to be a one-night stand turned out to be an all-weekend thing. I hate to sound self-serving, but once I slept in her bed and she wrapped her arms around me, I got comfortable and I didn’t wanna leave.
She was serious about not wanting a man. Her daughter’s father had turned her off to the thought of relationships and love. At least, that’s what she told me. Somehow, despite what she said, I found my way over to her place every night and she never turned me away. She called it a sex thing, but Stephanie and I had a bona fide relationship going on. It was fine with me if she never wanted to admit it. A few of the local brothers I’d met living in her project tried to warn me about her reputation, but I didn’t really care. I knew she was a freak the first night I met her. But now she was my freak.
We played that little game for almost nine months. I guess after a while Stephanie started to realize what I already knew, that she wasn’t getting rid of me so easy. So that Thanksgiving, out of nowhere she invited me to her grandmother’s house for turkey dinner with all the trimmings. To my surprise, she introduced me to her grandmother as her boyfriend, and from that point on that’s who I was. Her boyfriend. Not that I’m complaining. It’s been a wonderful three years we’ve shared together, and with the baby coming in the next few weeks, I’d decided to make that couple of years a lifetime.
I smiled at Stephanie as she set the large pan of macaroni and cheese down on the table. She’d just finished helping Big Momma bring out the last few trays for this year’s Thanksgiving dinner, and sat down next to me. In the three years we’d been together she’d traded in her shoulder-length perm for long box braids, and her skintight clothes in for more conservative skirts, slacks, and blouses. Except, of course, when she went out to the club. But even with her new, conservative look she couldn’t hide the fact that she had a big ass. Matter of fact, ever since she got pregnant that ass seemed a little bigger. Not that I minded. Like