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“Okay, I need to go now. It’s about to get dark.” I giggled as Jemar kissed on my neck. We were over his house, just chilling or was supposed to be. Ever since I found out that I was pregnant, I wasn’t comfortable having sex again. I know that seems backward, but I guess it was the guilt of lying to my family that made me feel like shit for even thinking about sleeping with Jemar. Jemar always tried, but I would always make it seem like I had morning sickness and turn him off. He had a weak stomach, so the thought of me having to vomit easily made him sick and turned off.
“Come on, bae. A nigga been missing you, I need something to remind me of what you feel like.” He said while reaching his hand down in the pants. He knew how to get me, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss his feeling either.
“Mmmm.” I moaned.
“You like that?” He asked while kissing me.
“Yes.”
“Yes, who?”
“Yes, daddy,” I responded and hated it. It was weird calling him daddy since that’s what I called my own father. I wasn’t one of those girls who were into that, it was always awkward, no matter how many times he made me say it.
“Are we the only ones here?” I asked before letting him take me all the way there. He was known to have his friends spending the night or crashing from time to time; I guess he could do that since he basically had the place to himself. He lived with his dad, but his dad was currently doing time in prison. I’m not sure how long he has, but he’s been gone for about a year, and Jemar claimed to be the man of the house now. They had a three-bedroom apartment not too far from Georgia Ave. Since I’ve been here, it was never really clean and reminded me of a mini trap house. It was definitely decorated like two guys lived there. Jemar recently upgraded it with new TVs and a big ass gray sectional. His game consoles and games where all over the living room. Clothes and shoes were scattered around, and food packages were on the coffee table. Jemar would only clean up whenever one of his dad’s friends would visit and check on things, but most of the time, it looked like this. I rarely wanted to come over here because of how nasty it was. I was used to cleaning up after my family, but I didn’t feel obligated to clean up after him and his friends.
“It’s just us.” He answered. I smiled at him, relieved because I never felt comfortable around his friends, except for Ricardo. He was sweet and actually spoke, unlike the rest. He was cute too, but I wasn’t that type, and I don’t know if he even found me attractive.
“Come on, let’s go to the bedroom.” He said as he took his hand out of my pants then led me to his room. I followed him like a lost puppy, knowing I wasn’t up to this, but wanting to please him was on my mind. I may come off naive, but I know that if not you’re taking care of your man, somebody else will. I know I have gone longer than expected. Jemar seemed to be the same, but I could tell he was starting to get impatient. As soon as we got into his room, he laid me down and started to peel my clothes off. I can’t lie, I felt a little nervous since my belly was now starting to grow. It wasn't much, but with my clothes off, you could tell, and I wasn’t sure if he would be turned off by it. So far, he didn’t seem to be, so I was somewhat thankful. Once his clothes were off, he got on top of me and started kissing me. I was beginning to get a little queasy but brushed it off because I felt like my nerves were trying to get the best of me. I felt Jemar position himself at my opening and braced myself for what was next. And a quick sidebar, I loved Jemar, and he had a great length, but his penis was more on the skinny size. He got the job done, and I always seemed to enjoy myself, but every time I watch a porno, I wished I could experience what it was like to be with a man with great width. But like I said, I loved him, and I was satisfied so far. Don’t people say, “It’s not the size of the boat, but the stroke of the ocean.”
Right after he inserted himself, my stomach took a turn for the worst. I quickly pushed Jemar off of me and ran right across to the bathroom. I made it just in time to catch the toilet and throw up.
“Not this shit again!” I heard Jemar yell. You would’ve thought he would have been more concerned about my well-being than his nut, but that was Jemar for you. After I cleaned myself up, I went back to the room and sat down on his bed. Jemar was putting his clothes back on and avoided making eye contact with me.
“Sorry,” I said as I rested my hand on my stomach. I was still feeling queasy, but vomiting helped a little. He didn’t say anything but just continued to get dressed.
“Are you mad at me?” I asked.
“I got a move to make, so I’m taking you home. Get dressed.” He said while tossing my clothes at me. He was mad and trying to send me on my way because he didn’t get what he wanted. I didn’t say anything but got dressed while he left the room. As much as I wanted to cry for being with somebody who
