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Lessons Learned Ch. 01

By: Belle_in_south



She stood at the board, rambling in her husky voice about equations. Jon sat at his desk in the front of the classroom, copying the examples from the board and trying to pay attention to Miss Moyers’ words. His grades were slipping in her class and if he wanted to keep playing baseball, he had to pull them up. The university had already scouted him and had invited him to come play next year, but he knew that they would look again if he didn’t have the grades when he graduated. 

He understood the material. He did the problems at home without struggling. He could explain the theories and procedures to his parents the night before the test. However, whenever he was in Miss Moyers’ room, he was distracted. He couldn’t concentrate on his work. 

Right now, his hand was copying the material from the board, but his mind was not accessing the information. Instead, he was thinking about the way Miss Moyers’ short dress moved up and down her thighs as she wrote on the board. His teammates had a bet as to whether or not she wore underwear. Judging by the snugness of the dress over her round ass, he suspected that she didn’t. The thought of the material moving over her bare flesh sent Jon’s temperature up several notches. He felt beads of sweat on his back and he jerked his eyes to his paper. He swore in his mind as he realized he had missed copying a few of the steps to solve the problem. He frowned and looked at the board in exasperation.

Miss Moyers was looking straight at him. She had long, full brown hair that feathered around her face when she wore it down. Jon liked it when she wore it down. Today, though, she had it pulled into a barrette at the base of her neck. She wore a peasant blouse with the black skirt. It was loose and had a scooped neckline. Her bra pushed her breasts upward and a bit of cleavage could be seen. He felt his dick hardening in his shorts. Even though he knew that she couldn’t see, his hand and arm moved down to cover his erection.

She studied him for a moment, smiling as if she knew what effect she had on him, and then turned her attention to the rest of the class. “I want you to do the problems on page 184. Start on them now so I can make sure you understand what you are doing.”

He looked at page 184 but the numbers swam on the page. As she circled the room, she stopped next to Sadie, the girl who sat next to him. He turned to find her ass close to his face. His fingers itched to touch it, to slide the material of the dress into her crack and see the division between her cheeks. His face turned red and he was having a hard time catching his breath. 

Miss Moyers straightened and continued walking around the room, much to his relief. He attempted to focus on the assignment again. He jumped when a hand curled over his shoulder. She bent near him with a warm, comforting smile. When he turned to look at her, his eyes fell on her chest. The blouse had fallen away from her skin and he could see the white material of her bra. “Jon, are you all right? You haven’t even started.”

“Uh,” he muttered his mind racing. “It’s just warm in here, ma’am. I’m finding it hard to concentrate.”

“Why don’t you go turn on the air conditioning,” she suggested, patting his back. 

He knew that his erection, which had grown several inches by now, would be visible to anyone if he stood up and walked across the room. “I’ll be fine,” he insisted, looking at his desk again.

“Nonsense. You are sweating. Go on. Turn on the air and see if that doesn’t help.” She gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze and moved on, her scent trailing behind her. 

He reluctantly rose, hoping no one would look up. If he continued to refuse, he would bring even more attention to himself. His shaft protruded from his body, stretching his shorts to their full length. He felt the blood throbbing through his veins. The throbbing felt like a siren screaming an announcement to his classmates. He heard Sadie titter and whisper to her girlfriends. Sadie was a pretty, popular girl. She played volleyball and had blonde hair. Jon thought she was silly, though, just like the other girls in the high school. After sliding the gauge on the thermostat, he adjusted himself. Miss Moyers was right. The cool air did make him feel better. The walk had helped, too. His erection had softened a little and was less visible.

He turned to go back to his desk and froze. Miss Moyers was standing in his path, squatting in the floor and bent as she picked up her pencil. Her thighs were parted slightly and he could see the dark shadow between them. He also had a full view down her blouse. Her bra had shifted a little and he caught a glimpse of a brown areola. His cock jerked violently. He thought he was going to explode.

“Hey, Jon,” Sadie said. “Do you do a lot of camping?” Several around the class chuckled softly.

Miss Moyers looked up at Sadie’s voice. Jon’s erection was less than three feet from her face. She would have been blind if she hadn’t noticed it. He saw a blush creep into her breasts. He felt his balls clench.

“Not really. Why?” he asked, his mind muddled. 

“I just noticed you were packing a tent,” Sadie continued. Now, everyone laughed out loud. Several of the guys in the back of the room guffawed. Jon wished the floor would swallow him. 

Miss Moyers stood slowly, the _expression on her face sympathetic. Thankfully, the bell rang. Jon remained frozen in his spot as everyone gathered their books and walked out around him. The girls were all whispering and casting glances his way. Several of the boys made crude comments. Soon, he was alone in the room with Miss Moyers, still unsure what to say. “It’s perfectly natural, Jon,” she finally said. “You are a young man and can’t always control your hormones.” She leaned against the corner of her desk, stretching her long legs in front of her and crossing them at the ankles. “Is this why you have been struggling in class?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he mumbled.

“I’ll move Sadie away from you. I want you to stay in the front of the room so I can help you as you need it, but I don’t want you being distracted unnecessarily. I’ll move her tomorrow.”

“That’s not really necessary, ma’am,” he said, walking toward her. 

“I suppose if I move you tomorrow, everyone will know why. I’ll wait a few days and then rearrange everyone. Will that help?” He shrugged his shoulders, his mind reeling from being alone in a room with Miss Moyers. His hard on continued to strain at the fly of his shorts. “I’m actually surprised, Jon.” He looked at her quizzically. “A handsome, sexy, young athlete like yourself, bright, charming, I would think you had a girlfriend. Several of the girls have crushes on you. I’m sure you could find someone to help you control your hormones.”

“Girls my age really don’t do anything for me,” he answered, lifting his eyes to look at her. He was surprised when the words came out of his mouth, but he was also surprised to be discussing his erection with his math teacher. “They are so silly. I can’t get into the university clubs yet, so I don’t have a girlfriend. You really think I’m sexy?”

“Yes, I do,” she answered honestly. She dropped her eyes to his crotch. “I would think any girl would be very lucky.”

He was in front of her in two steps. He grabbed her wrist and pressed her palm to his hard cock. She cried out and tried to pull away, but he held it in place. She could feel the length and the heat through the khaki material. “Jon!” she exclaimed.

He began moving her hand, his eyes focused on hers. “It’s not Sadie that does this to me, Miss Moyers.” He stepped closer, tilting his head as he moved to place a kiss on her lips.

“Jon, this is not appropriate,” she whispered, pulling her head back. “You are my student. I could lose my job.”

“I saw you looking. I know you are curious.” He pulled her hand back and unzipped his fly, allowing his erection to escape. Her eyes dropped to it. The head was swollen and purple. He was as thick as her fist and nearly eight inches long. She felt warm liquid rush to her own inner folds and gush against her legs. Unconsciously, she wet her lips. “Do you like it?”

“Y-yes, it’s very nice, Jon.”

“I know how to use it, too,” he said, suddenly filled with confidence. “Do you want to see?”

“Y-yes,” she began, then immediately changed her answer. “No! Jon, zip your pants. This could get both of us in trouble.”

“I won’t tell. I know you want it. I can see it in your eyes. I see it in your lips.”

"You are just a boy," she insisted, her resistance weakening.

"I'm a man. Old enough to buy cigarettes. Old enough to vote."

He put his hand on the back of her head, pushing her down. Under his strength, she had no choice but to go to her knees. His body pinned her against the desk. He took his cock in his hand and rubbed the head against her lips, sweeping it back and forth until she parted her lips. The fat head slipped between them, into her hot, wet mouth. She closed her eyes as she closed her lips and began sucking softly, drawing more of him into her mouth.

He groaned, pushing into her as her tongue and lips worked its magic on his rock hard rod. Her tongue was rubbing all over it and he felt the head hitting the back of her throat. He hesitated, letting her guide him. As her talented mouth worked on him, drawing the strength from him, he knew it would not be the last time he was in her mouth. He could wait for her throat.

He dug his fingers into her hair as he thrust his hips, forcing his shaft in and out of her mouth. He loved the look of her lips stretched around him, but too quickly felt his balls tightening and ready to release. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her off his cock. Her mouth fell open and she was panting, her eyes filled with fear and lust. “You’re a slut, aren’t you, Miss Moyers. Some of the guys thought so, but not me. Let’s see if I was right about other things.”

He pulled her to her feet, turning her body as he swept her desk clear. He forced her face first across it and pushed her skirt over her ass. It was bare. He rubbed his hand over her cheeks. He trailed his fingers over the slit of her pussy lips, and then probed inside. “You are soaking wet. Tell me what you want.”

“Jon,” she gasped. “This is wrong.”

Still using his grip in her hair, he lifted her head and slammed it against the desk. At the same time, he pinched her clit. “I said tell me what you want!” he growled.

“I want you,” she answered immediately. On command, he slammed his cock into her pussy with one forceful thrust. It drove into her hole, her muscles sucking him into the hot tunnel as well as her mouth had. He slid in all the way to the base with one move and then pulled almost out. She whimpered, and then moaned as he slid back in. His rhythm picked up, her wet pussy drinking him in and out as he pumped his hips repeatedly. His balls slapped her pussy and his hand spanked her ass cheeks. 

Soon they were panting and moaning and groaning as he pushed in and out, pounding her legs against the side of the desk. He knew he was nearing climax again, so he reached down and began working her clit, rolling it back and forth in opposite time with his strokes. He heard her sound, her effort to maintain her silence, and her soft cries of encouragement.

She growled as she came and he wandered briefly if that was the sound she made every time she came or if it was only a result of their need for quiet. He didn’t think about it for long as he began shooting thick streams inside of her. He felt like he came for an eternity, their bodies quivering together in time as he buried himself to the hilt.

He pulled out, picking up a piece of blank paper from her desk and wiping himself off. “Here’s my homework,” he said as he zipped the fly and laid the paper in front of her. He slapped her ass with his palm one more time, and then pulled her to a standing position. He held her against him, searching her face for a moment. Then he kissed her softly.

Smiling, he released her and left the room with a confident swagger. She sank against the edge of her desk as he left, holding her head in her hand. She’d never been taken with such force. She immediately knew she was in a quandary, because she wanted him again already. 

Lessons Learned Ch. 01



This is the first chapter of a series of stories based on some real-life experiences of mine. The names of those involved have been changed for a number of reasons, but the events themselves are unaltered. I hope you enjoy these pieces, and feel free to comment as you see fit.

*

Lizzy and I met on Halloween. My friend Joe and I had decided to celebrate All Hallow's Eve by dressing up as Jay and Silent Bob. As the taller and decidedly more slender of the two, I was going to be Jay. This meant shaving off my brown goatee and buying a blonde wig, while all my portly friend had to do to play Silent Bob was buy a mullet wig and borrow my trenchcoat.

Joe and I were taking a break from our daily rounds. We'd been touring the local college campus in our costumes all day, posing with interested students for pictures and spending an hour or so actually hanging outside a convenience store (in which a man actually asked me to perform the Jay rap from the beginning of Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back; I gladly obliged).

When Lizzy walked through the door, while I was in the middle of a round of Guitar Hero III, I was instantly struck by how tall she was. I stand a little over 6-foot-1, and without the black high-heel leather boots she fancied, Lizzy matched that height.

Her black hair flowed well below her shoulders, and as she stood at the door in her white and purple medieval dress, I was drawn to her considerable cleavage. It was obvious Lizzy had a rack on her, and even though I was trying not to look at her breasts as they nestled together in her top, I couldn't really help it.

Lizzy noticed immediately, smiling at me before sitting on the couch next to Joe. She'd been friends with Joe for roughly three years, but this was the first I'd seen her. Lizzy wasn't on the skinny side, but she wasn't really fat, either. She had nice curves – even in that dress – and sported a spread-wings tattoo across her shoulder blades. Her green eyes were striking in their intensity, and at that moment, in the middle of fucking up "My Name is Jonas" on expert, I knew I had to fuck this girl.

Nothing happened for much of the night outside of flirting. She was spending most of the night catching up with Joe, whom she hadn't seen in a few months, and talking to me. Still a smoker back then, I coaxed her outside whenever I wanted to take a smoke break, trying to gauge her interest through our conversations.

The second time we went outside for my cigarette break, I didn't even light up. We were so engrossed in whatever it was we were talking about that I'd simply forgotten to strike one. And though I never once made a conscious decision to give up cigarettes, I never had another one after that instant.

"One thing I absolutely love," Lizzy told me matter-of-factly, "is when a guy stands behind me and kisses along the side of my neck. Just drives me up the wall."

"Like this?" I asked with a grin, taking off my blond wig before standing directly behind Lizzy. Pressing my chest to her back, I rest my right hand on her hip as my tongue softly glided along her pulse line. With a soft groan, my left hand grabbed and squeezed her left breast, and as I felt the firmness and the weight in my palm, I felt her hips swivel against my crotch.

Lizzy was moaning, my lips wrapping around the spot I just licked to suck lightly. I was throbbing in my sweatpants, silently cursing the fact that we couldn't duck into the back seat of my Pontiac for a good fuck. We'd have to be quick, and I wanted desperately to take my time.

By the time I broke the embrace to go back inside, Lizzy's face was flushed, and the smile she gave me told me I'd already hit the right buttons. We talked and flirted for the rest of the night, which included an en masse trip to IHOP, which ultimately included roughly 10 people. We ate, talked and laughed – and I performed Jay's rap again before leaving the restaurant.

Before heading home for the night, and watching Lizzy leave so she could make it to her job delivering newspapers, she gave me her number. I started driving the 30 minutes it took for me to get from Joe's apartment to my place, and Lizzy called.

"Pleasant surprise," was my greeting.

"You missed out," the husky voice replied on the other end. "I was getting changed. You could've seen me in my bra and panties."

I laughed a little. "Doesn't mean I won't get the chance again."

Lizzy chuckled before letting out a soft moan. "The way you made me feel outside earlier?" she shot back. "Most definitely. I'm still wet from that, you know."

I choked back a groan as I felt my cock lurch in my pants. "Really now …"

"It's all I can do not to shove my hand down my pants while I'm driving."

Again, I laughed. "That … doesn't sound like it'd be too safe." Never mind the fact that I was starting to fight that very temptation myself.

"Oh, I've done it before."

My mouth hung open in stunned silence. I could feel the head of my cock throbbing against my seatbelt at this point, and I wanted to pull over and whip it out right at that moment. I heard Lizzy laugh at my silence. "What's the matter?" she asked coyly. "Was it something I said?"

I cleared my throat before speaking again. "If I was over there, you wouldn't need to take such dangerous measures."

"Really. And what would you be doing?"

"Well," I began, wishing I had a hands-free set for my phone. This hard-on was almost getting unbearable and I still had about 20 minutes to go before I got home. "I'd start with that neck thing. You seemed to like that.

"Then, while I'm doing the neck thing, I'd slowly take off all your clothes … that way, when I'm fondling those tits of yours, I can pinch the nipple and my other hand can slide between your legs and play with your hot pussy. Make you cum before I ever fuck you."

There was a silence on the other end for a split second before I heard Lizzy moan softly. The noise sent another jolt to my rigid shaft and even if I couldn't stroke it right at this moment, I at least had to free it. So I undid the tie on the front of my sweatpants and pulled them down to let my cock free, glancing down to see precum dotting the head as I sat at a red light.

"Mmmm, do that and I might have to reward you. Push you onto the couch before getting on my knees and swallowing your shaft. Take you all the way in … I wondered how you tasted when you were pressed against me."

Pulling onto the interstate, I licked my lips and groaned. I'd been wondering nearly the same thing, only on my end it was how my shaft would feel surrounded by her warm, moist lips. And what her tits would look like covered in my release.

I was determined to find out, too.

"Bet you're hard, aren't you?" she asked with a little bit of a smirk in her voice, almost like she knew what she was doing to me. I heard her let out a soft moan, telling me she did indeed have a hand down her pants while she was driving. "Can't wait to grab that shaft and tug on it, jack off thinking of fucking me until you blow?"

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" was honestly the only thing I could say at this point.

Lizzy chuckled, her laugh darker than before. It wasn't a dangerous laugh, just one that told me the right buttons were being pushed. I could tell without seeing her she was wet, and somehow I just knew that as she flew down the interstate, she had one hand working her sweet little clit.

"I would," she finally said with a sharp gasp. She was getting closer. "I want you lying on your bed tonight, completely naked. I want that shaft throbbing in your hand, I want you spitting on it, making it nice and wet – but not nearly as wet as my pussy would make it. Stroke, stroke, just stroke that fucking cock until you blow your load.

"I want you pasted in your own cum … all because of me."

I was speechless. I was glad I decided not to touch my throbbing member yet, because if I had, I would've likely lost control and swerved a bit. And considering I passed a state trooper on the side of the road at that moment, I was thankful for my restraint – even if it was becoming almost impossible.

"I think I'd like it better if your tits were pasted in my cum," I managed through a husky voice. Breathing was difficult and I could feel it getting warmer in my car. My body was on fire, all from the mere words she spoke. If it was this intense now, what would the real thing be like?

"Mmmmmm," I heard her coo. "We might have to try that."

"What do you mean 'might'?" I quipped, just in time to hear another soft moan on the other end. This one dragged out a bit, with a sharp increase in pitch at the end, and if sound were any indication, Lizzy was writhing in the seat of her car.

It was almost like something out of a porn movie, and certainly kinkier than anything I'd ever experienced outside a chat room. I'd had my fair share of sex, but nothing anywhere near this raw.

Honestly, I wasn't sure how long I would make it – and I wasn't even touching myself yet.

I could feel the precum leaking down my shaft as I reached my exit, pulling off to the right with the phone stuck to my ear. Again, I cursed my lack of hands-free set, listening to the moans and sighs on the other end. Lizzy moaned my name once, telling me she had two fingers buried in her warm slit before apparently lowering her phone for me to hear.

I could tell because for about 15 seconds I could hear nothing but soft slurping sounds. One moan was audible in the background, but that wet pussy was all I could hear. My cock jumped in excitement, and I thought I was gonna blow right then.

But I didn't, and Lizzy brought the phone back to her ear. "Now imagine your cock in there instead of my fingers … I'd push you down onto the bed, get on top and show you a world you could only dream of … mmmmmmmmmmmmm."

"Flip you over," I began, my voice showing obvious signs of struggle as I fought with my arousal – or rather, my inability to act on it at the moment, "fuck your warm snatch, pound that hot little pussy and pull on your hair … you'd like that, wouldn't you?

"You'd like being my cumslut."

"Yes I would," she whispered before another gasp filled my head. She moaned long and low in her throat, the sound building until she let out a yelp. "Oh god! I'm gonna cum!"

Pulling off into a dark parking lot, empty and with no lights, I undid my seat belt and put Lizzy on speaker phone. I groaned with release once I was finally able to wrap my hand fully around my cock, my thumb coated in precum.

"Cum for me, Lizzy … tell me how bad you want it."

I'd worked my shirt over my head, so when I finally blew, I wouldn't make a mess all over my clothes. I panted with each furious stroke of my wrist, my ears hanging on every word and moan coming from my phone.

Lizzy never really got to speaking any coherent words; rather, she filled my phone with unintelligible groans and heavy breathing before she screamed in a crescendo, and I could've sworn as my hand worked furiously over my shaft that I could hear the contractions in her pussy muscles.

It was one thing to hear Lizzy cum, but I almost felt as if I could feel her orgasm, even as she caught her breath, groaned and begged for me to cum next.

"Cum for me," she cooed. "Cum for me and you get to lick my fingers clean."

I licked my lips at the thought of what her juices tasted like, and before I knew it, the moment had finally arrived. I didn't even get to announce it, but my release finally took over. My thighs quivered and with a groan so loud it surprised even me, my cock shot all its juices. My chest and the steering wheel took the brunt of my load as I came, my body shaking as I slowed my strokes, eventually just sitting in the seat trying to catch my breath.

As my breathing returned to normal, so did my sense of hearing. I heard Lizzy chuckle to herself over the phone before she added a "Mmmmmmmmmmm" to it.

"Bet you made quite the mess," she said as I turned off speaker phone.

"My poor steering wheel," I whispered into the phone, still struggling to find oxygen.

"Well," Lizzy answered in her husky voice, "tomorrow night you can cum all over my tits. When you get off work, come to my place."

I was again left speechless. Did Lizzy just tell me to go to her place to fuck her? And ask me to cum on those considerable tits, to boot? It took me a moment to realize it was real – one of the side effects of a four-year dry spell – but once I came to, I hastily agreed.

"We'll have all night, too," she offered. "But for now, I need to let you go, cause I just got to work.

"Get your rest, okay?"

Before I could answer the line went dead, and I was left by myself in the car with no shirt on and a steering wheel covered in jizz. I grabbed a napkin out of the glove box to clean up the mess before driving the five minutes I had left to get home, where I was sure I would promptly fall asleep.

How could I not after an orgasm that intense?

 But when I got home and into bed, I realized I couldn't sleep; I was too busy thinking of the night ahead, what it would be like to slide into Lizzy's moist cavern for the first time. Before I knew it, I was hard again, and I tugged one last shot out before finally drifting off to sleep.

The first day of November was going to be one hell of a ride.



Lessons Learned Ch. 01



*Hello to everyone. I've done a little revamping of this story. I hope you enjoy. Feedback is always welcome.

*

Hello, my name is Angela Monroe and this is my story. Here's a little about me. I'm 5'6, 180 lbs, I have dark mocha skin, full kissable lips, full hips, and big brown eyes. Some people would say that I'm fat. That is definitely not the case. I'm just curvy. I try to get into the gym at least three times a week but sometimes that doesn't happen. I also try to eat as right as possible but sometimes THAT doesn't happen either. What can you do?

I have an "on again off again" boyfriend named Devon. He plays football for the college we both attend. He's away a lot. The distance between us puts a strain on our relationship and we tend to let it break us apart. At the moment we're on again. Hopefully we'll make it through this time.

I'm a Senior Voice Performance Major at the college I attend. My plan after graduation is to sing in a grad school in Germany or England. I have auditioned already for two conservatories in both countries. I should get confirmation of where I'm going very soon. To fulfill my requirements for graduation I have to take both major classes as well as classes they call "core" classes. It was in one of my core classes that everything began to change for me.

It was my World History class. I was watching my favorite professor of all time give a lecture on World War II. His name is Shane Thomison. Not only is this man a gifted professor but he's the most attractive man I've ever seen. He's about 6'2, 215lbs of pure muscle, clear olive skin, green eyes, black hair, a strong chin, beautiful white teeth, and a smile that melts your heart. 

Our class period is usually divided into two sections. The first half of the period is lecture while the second is group work. While we were in groups Mr. Thomison sat and graded our recently submitted take home tests. I couldn't help but look up and gaze at him from time to time. The others in my group were in deep discussion on how we should depict Hitler's betrayal of the Soviet Union. When I finally decided to contribute to the group project, Mr. Thomison called me to his desk. I'd been so engrossed in the conversation that I didn't even hear him call my name. My name was called a second time; and this time it got the attention of the class, 

"Angela Monroe, could you please come to my desk?" 

I got up from my chair and went to his desk. His expression was very serious. 

He looked me straight in the eye and said, "Ms. Monroe I need to see you after class." 

"Ok, may I ask why?" I enquired.

"I would rather not talk about it right now. Please see me when class is over." He replied.

"Ok!" 

I smiled at him and went back to my chair. 

My best friend Francessca, who was in the same group with me looked up from the group and asked, 

"What was that about?" 

"I don't know, he wants me to stay after class to talk to him about something." I replied as I sat back down in my chair.

"Do you want me to wait for you?" 

"No, You go on ahead, I'll tell you about it when I get home. It shouldn't take no more than a few minutes." 

She looked at me and then looked at Mr. Thomison. She shook her head as if she knew something I didn't. She looked as though she was going to say something else but then class was over. Everyone gathered their things and left the classroom. Before Chessa left she looked at me and said softly, 

"Ang, I'll talk to you later, but if anything goes wrong you call me immediately ok?" 

"Chessa you have nothing to worry about. I didn't do anything wrong. I'll talk to you later ok?" I said with a smile. I was trying to reassure her but I don't think it worked.

"Alright." She hesitantly replied.

Chessa walked away from the desk towards the door. Before she left out the room she glanced worriedly at Mr. Thomison and I once more, shook her head and walked out. Chessa didn't like Mr. Thomison that much. He was known for being a hard-ass with some of his students. She also knew that I had the biggest crush on him so she had reason to be worried. She and I both were not prepared for what happened that afternoon in Mr. Thomison's classroom. 

When I was sure that everyone was out of the room, I went to his desk,

"Mr. Thomison what did you need to talk to me about?" I asked.

He looked up from his desk and replied, "Ms. Monroe I'm almost done. Please take a seat at one of the desks and I will get to you in just a moment." 

I was surprised at his curt tone but thought nothing of it and sat at one of the desks. I took out a book and began to read. Time went by very slowly. Finally Mr. Thomison cleared his throat to signal that he was ready for me. I looked up and found him staring at me. His stare made me feel uncomfortable but I refused to flinch. 

"Ms. Monroe, the reason why I kept you after class is because I wanted to talk to you privately." 

"Ok, about what?" I asked. 

He picked up one of the tests off his desk.

"Ms. Monroe you recently turned in a take home test."

"Yes I did." I replied

"Well, as I was grading your test, I found something very strange. And so I did some research and a whole new problem came about."

I was beginning to get very uneasy with this conversation.

"I don't understand what you're saying Mr. Thomison. What's wrong with my test?"

"Do you know the penalty for cheating?" 

I was stunned, "What are you talking about? Do you think I cheated on that test? If that's what you're saying then you're wrong. I didn't cheat on that test." 

"Really? Well this copy that I have from a former student causes me to beg to differ!" He replied as he waive the papers in front of me.

"You Got To Be Shitting Me!!!" I exclaimed. 

I went to his desk, picked up both tests, scanned through them and saw no likeness. 

"I don't know where you got the idea that I cheated; but this is my work. I did the research for it myself ." 

"Really Ms. Monroe?" He got up from his chair and faced me. "Then why are these two tests exactly alike? Now we can settle this very easily. All you need to do is take a new test . You could even take it now if you wanted ." 

I was so mad, I was shaking. I looked at him contemptuously.

"I'm waiting Ms Monroe. What's it going it to be? Are you going to take the test or take an F for the assignment? It's your choice." He replied.

By then I was so angry I couldn't see straight. The thought of getting reprimanded for something I didn't do enraged me. I erupted on him, 

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?!! HELL NO, I'M NOT TAKING A NEW TEST FOR YOU!! YOU'RE THE ONE THAT MADE THE MISTAKE, NOT ME!!" I yelled.

Mr. Thomison didn't say a word. He just watched me. The stare he gave me both angered and turned me on. There is nothing like a sexually tensed argument. 

"I'm making the mistake Ms. Monroe? NO, YOU'RE MAKING THE MISTAKE IF YOU DON'T TAKE THIS TEST OVER!!" Mr. Thomison replied heatedly.

"YOU KNOW WHAT?!? FUCK YOU!!!! MAYBE YOU NEED SOMEONE TO FUCK WITH TODAY; IT'S JUST NOT GOING TO BE ME!!! 

I turned around and went back to the desk to gather my things. Mr. Thomison rounded his desk faster than I could blink. He grabbed my arm, turned me around to face him, and looked straight into my eyes, 

"You will not talk to me like that! I AM YOUR SUPERIOR!!! Now you are going to sit down and RETAKE THIS TEST!!."

I was surprised by his actions but I refused to back down, "GO TO HELL!" I screamed.

I swiftly backed out of his grasp got my stuff and walked to the door. He got to the door before me and blocked my way. 

He began to walk towards me. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked in a dangerously soft voice.

As he stepped forward, I stepped back. 

By now, I was so sexually charged that the smallest touch would have set me off. I didn't want him to realize what he was doing to me so I tried to calm my hormones down as much as possible. My first attempt to calm down was through my voice. I lowered my voice to a softer tone. I didn't want him to get any inclination of fear from me.

"Fuck you Mr. Thomison, I'm not scared of you." I replied softly.

"Then why are you backing up Ms. Monroe?" He said in a dark voice. He continued to walk towards me. As he walked my direction he began to remove his clothing.

"What are you doing?" 

"Just getting comfortable. We're not going anywhere until we settle this!" 

Without breaking stride he set his tie and coat down on the desk.

"There is nothing to settle, I didn't cheat and you can kiss my ass if you think otherwise." 

He continued to move forward like a predator and I continued to step back as if I was his prey. Before I knew it I was on the wall and he was right in front of me. He grabbed my arm and instinctively I slapped him in the face. As he bent over in pain I ran for the door. He grabbed me before I touched the knob. 

"Feisty!" he whispered in my ear as he turned me back to him. "Now I'm going to let that go, but one way or the other we're going to settle this." 

"FUCK YOU!" I said as defiantly as possible. 

"Ok, have it your way!" 

He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. For a brief moment I was surprised at his strength. But then I came back to reality and began to kick and pound on his back in hopes that he would put me down. He slammed me on his desk and restrained my wrists with his hands. 

"What the hell are you doing? Get off me.. "Before I could finish he stole my breath away with the most intense kiss I'd ever had. I felt his tongue creep into my mouth. I tried to fight him, but my body wouldn't let me. My body knew what it wanted even if my head was screaming, "DON'T DO THIS!!"

As we kissed I felt his hand move from my wrist to my left breast. He began to cup and caress my breasts. It felt divine. He felt my nipple harden under my sweater and he flicked it with two fingers. I was in ecstasy. His hand moved like a caress down my abdomen to the waistband of my jeans. He unbuttoned my jeans and his fingers slowly crept inside my panties. He found my wet slit and engorged clit. He began to circle it lightly with his fingertip. A moan escaped from my lips.

He stopped kissing me long enough to ask me, "Are you going to cooperate now, or do I have to keep you in restraint?" 

I nodded my head yes. He let me go and my arms instantly went around his neck to urge him into another kiss. As we kissed I felt his fingers continued caress on my clit. Two of his other fingers went deep inside me searching for unknown pleasure spots that would take me over the edge. I removed one arm from around his neck and reached inside his pants. I could feel his hardness against my palm. The idea that the man of my dreams was hard for me almost made me cum.

I moved my hand to the tip of his cock and felt a light moisture. We stopped kissing, I took my hand out of his pants and brought the fingers that were filled with his moisture to my lips. He moaned lightly as he watched me suck his salty goodness off my trembling fingers. 

His fingers never left my wanting pussy. As I licked his essence off my fingers his fingers began to move deeper into my hole; filling me up. I reentered his pants and took his hardness into my palm once more. Our gazes locked into each other as we masturbated each other. When I felt he was at the right level of hardness; I stopped stroking him and lowered down to my knees. I pulled his pants down and was instantly mesmerized by his cock. He had the most beautiful cock I'd ever seen. It had to be at least 9 inches with a 3in diameter. His mushroom head was a light purple hue, the shaft had an olive-hue like his skin. He had a strong, thick, shaft with bulging veins throughout. The beauty of his cock left me in a brief daze. I quickly came out of it and went back to pleasing the beautiful man that was before me. I began to lick up and down each side of his shaft, I moved back down to the tip; sucked it lightly and then I took him in my mouth inch by inch. His hand began to caress the back of my head as I bobbed up and down his dick with my tongue and lips.

His dick began to enlarge at the back of my throat. I calmed my gag reflex by relaxing my jaw. With a relaxed throat I was able to take him deeper in my mouth. I continued my assault with my lips for a few more delicious moments. I backed off and began to stroke his shaft. He guided my mouth back to his tip. I licked the peehole and began to swiftly suck on the head. I brought my hands back to his shaft and began to stroke while I sucked. I began to suck him faster and faster and soon I wasn't in control anymore. Mr. Thomison grabbed my head and began to face-fuck me. 

He began to moan and beg me to continue. I knew he was about to explode. Before I could finish him off he stopped me and raised me back up to the desk. He brought my mouth to his, giving me a passion-filled kiss. As we kissed he spread my legs open with his knees.

He lifted my sweater from my arms and let it fall to the floor. He kissed every spot on my neck. When he got to an erogenous zone behind my ear I felt a small shock go straight to my pussy. He noticed my slight tremble and began to put his full attention on that one spot; kissing and lightly nibbling it. I instantly arched my back as intense sparks of passion ran through my body. I moaned in appreciation, 

"SHANE!!!"

This urged him to continue. He undid my bra and removed from my body. He laid me back down on his desk and smiled at my pleasured state. My nipples were at full erectness. He lavished them with his tongue; one after the other. When his mouth was on one, his hand was kneading the other. He slightly nipped them both. I lifted from the desk and let out a slow breath. He could tell I was enjoying his assault.

"You like that huh?" he asked in a dark voice

I nodded. He roughly tweaked my nipples. I cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. He moved down my torso; leaving a kiss on each spot of skin between my breasts and down my abdomen. I was dripping wet. I'm positive he could smell how aroused I was. 

"Please..." I whispered

"Please what Ms. Monroe?" he asked huskily.

"Stop teasing me, I can't take it anymore..." I pleaded.

"Oh Ms. Monroe I've only just begun!!" he softly replied. 

He kissed my mound and swiftly thrusted his tongue in and out of my hole. He replaced his tongue with two of his fingers and moved up to my pulsating clitoris. He began to finger-fuck and lick my clit at the same time. I began to writher around the desk in a failed attempt to move away from his oral attack but I couldn't. Mr. Thomison had a strong hold on my hips. He held me down on the desk without fail as his tongue brought me closer and closer to euphoria. 

I was so close to release I could taste it and then he stopped. Before I could register the absence of his tongue he inserted his cock into me with a shove so quick it took my breath away. My pussy spasmed around his shaft and we were soon in a simultaneous rhythm. As I was about to reach the best climactic release of my life Mr. Thomison took my tongue into his mouth and we released together. 

After we came down from our own nirvana he kissed me on the lips. He raised up from the desk and fastened his pants. He moved to the window and watched the sunset. I laid there on top of the desk and stared at the ceiling. I laid there thinking to myself "Oh. My, God. I just FUCKED my teacher!!"

I quietly got up from the desk and began to dress. I wasn't sure if he was aware of my movements because he didn't move from the window. I slid of the desk and as my feet hit the floor he turned around and locked eyes with mine. We stood and stared into each other's eyes for a what seemed like forever. I was the first to break the connection. I picked up my bag and quickly walked out the classroom.

A few minutes later as I was on my way home, my phone began to ring. I looked at the caller id and saw a number I was unfamiliar with. I stopped walking and answered the phone,

"Hello?" 

"Hello Angela." A familiar voice replied.

"Hello Mr. Thomison." I shakily replied.

"Now Angela, I think we can forgo the formalities; don't you?" Shane replied.

I cleared my now dry throat, "Ok. Shane. How.. How are you?" I sputtered.

He chuckled. "I'm doing exceptionally well. How are you?"

"Good!!" I croaked out.

"Good to hear. I'm positive you're wondering why I'm calling you. Especially since I just had your nude body writhing under mine just 10 minutes ago." He replied.

I blushed at his admission of our lovemaking. "True." I replied.

"I just wanted to make something absolutely clear with you." Shane replied.

"And what would that be?" I asked.

"Your. Mine. Now!!!" he replied darkly.

"What do you mean?" I hesitantly asked.

"Ms Monroe, when you were in my classroom you gave yourself freely to me. You allowed me to feed off your gorgeous pussy, you allowed me to take that same pussy to level after level of erotic passion and you know what else you did Ms Monroe?" Shane asked softly.

I closed my eyes and whispered, "No, what?"

"You allowed me to release myself in you. So again I say to you Ms Monroe, You. Are. Mine. NOW!!!" Shane reiterated.

I looked from side to side in hopes that no one heard his admission. I realized that I was the only one walking on the street.

"Why do I feel like you're nearby?" I whispered. 

"Because I am!!" Shane replied from behind me.

I turned around and immediately locked into Shane's intense stare. Before I could speak he took me into his arms and brought our lips into yet another passion-filled kiss. He wrapped his arms around my waist and my arms immediately went around his neck. After what seemed like hours we separated from each other. He brought his finger under my chin and lifted my eyes back up to eye level with him.

"This isn't over. I fight for what's mine. I don't care if you have a boyfriend or even a girlfriend...."

I chuckled lightly at his comment.

"It doesn't matter. You're mine now. I'm not letting you go. So whatever commitments you have or had are now null and void. You belong to me and I belong to you. Is that clear?" He replied.

I nodded yes.

"Good." He replied. He gave me one more chaste kiss, turned and walked away.

As I watched him leave, I realized then that things were never going to be the same again.

*

Copyright © BBWLove8369 Revised 2010 



Lessons Learned Ch. 02



He sat at the teacher’s desk, his eyes closed as he leaned back in the comfortable office chair. His breath came and went evenly, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. No sound filled the room except for his slow breathing and the sound of metrical sucking. The noise was a metronome in a silent symphony. 

She had a talented mouth, and once she had gotten over her constant fear, she had become an expert on him. She used her lips and tongue in tandem, coaxing his shaft to grow longer and harder each time. It was a game they played. She would try to make him cum as quickly as possible, but he liked to see her on her knees, underneath her desk. He sat in her seat almost every afternoon, thinking about geometry or Shakespeare or baseball while she worked her magic. The longest he had lasted one afternoon was an hour and five minutes. She had been crying by the time he had exploded in her mouth. He’d left her that way, too. 

He’d become increasingly smug over the last month, as he had cemented his control over her sexual addiction. She had been hesitant after their first encounter. He knew her concerns were not unwarranted, but he had worked carefully to convince her that everything would be all right. He knew he had a good thing, so he had no intention of telling anyone. On the upside, his grades in geometry had increased quite a bit, and it wasn’t due to her giving him extra credit because of their affair. She had told him that she wouldn’t. Since he now had a release for the sexual frustration that had plagued him during her class, he was able to better concentrate on his work. He also knew that if he was going to continue to lie about receiving tutoring, he would need proof that he was benefiting from the sessions.

The principal had come into the room one afternoon looking for her. Jon had pushed close to her desk, putting his hand in her hair to keep her from escaping. He had calmly told the principal that he was there for tutoring, and Miss Moyers had received a telephone call. The principal had lingered for a few moments, waiting on her, but when ten minutes had passed, he had given up. The potential of discovery and the element of danger had triggered her body. She had cum while her superior waited.

He glanced at his watch. The baseball game started in thirty minutes. He needed to go warm up. He allowed his body to relax, groaning softly. Her mouth quickened and he shot a long, thin stream into her throat. She swallowed, leaving no evidence of their encounter in the room. When he finished, she pulled off and he rolled the chair backwards, allowing her to stand. He could smell her wet desire but had no time to satisfy her. He reached beneath her short skirt, knowing that she had stopped wearing underwear altogether since their first few encounters. His finger shot straight into her hole, sliding easily. She spread her legs, leaning back against the desk as he pumped her slick pussy. 

“Are you coming to my game?” he demanded.

“Yes,” she answered, barely able to form her thoughts into words. His thumb was massaging her clit in a firm circular motion as his finger slid in and out of her. Her hips were now flexing forward, meeting his light thrusts. “Please, Jon,” she moaned.


He pulled out of her, sucking his finger into his mouth and tasting her. She whimpered, her knees weakening. She placed her hands on her desk for support. He could see the outline of her hard nipples against the silk material of her shirt. “Please what?” 

“God, Jon, please. Fuck me,” she begged. 

He patted her wet pussy with an indulgent grin as he stood up. “After the game,” he promised. He adjusted himself and reached for the baseball cap lying on her desk. He had already changed into his uniform and his cleats clicked on the floor as he walked out of her classroom. 

She collapsed into her warm chair, feeling her tight nipples and throbbing insides. She was quivering with need and anticipation, but would not do anything about it. After their first encounter, she had masturbated every night for two weeks while thinking about him. When he had told her to stop, she had not thought of disobeying. Even though he did not always satisfy her in return, she never considered reaching down and rubbing herself until she could walk without that funny hitch to her hips. 

She finally gained control of herself enough to rise from her chair and gather her belongings. She locked her classroom behind her and exited the building, her heels clicking across the parking lot for the baseball field. Her hips rolled easily from side-to-side as she entered the small stadium and found a seat directly across from third base. He would be able to see her during the game without it being obvious that he was looking. She crossed her legs and hoped for a good game. His mood afterward would depend on the success of the team. 

They had made a sport of his games. For every out he made, she spent five minutes on her knees in front of him, with her lips wrapped around his hard cock. His rewards came for defense, and hers came for his offensive play. For every single he batted, he spent five minutes massaging her breasts. A second base hit meant his mouth would be at her breasts. She loved for him to get triples. He rarely returned her favor of oral sex, but triples meant his tongue would be inside her. For homeruns, he would slide his hard bat into her aching, empty pussy. 

The team ran onto the field and she joined the home fans in standing and cheering. His eyes searched for her and found her as he warmed up with the rest of the infield. She smiled, wetting her lips as she leaned forward at the shoulders. Her blouse fell away, and though he was too far to see any details, she knew he could use his imagination well. She also uncrossed her legs, spreading them as far as her short skirt would allow. She would tease him with silent promises whenever she could, but she would never distract him during play. 

He scored a triple at his first at bat. He stopped at third, gave the third base coach a high five, and turned to grin at her smugly. She wet the tip of her finger and slipped it down the top of her blouse, circling her nipple. He raced to home plate as soon as the ball was in the air, his propelled body crashing into the fence directly in front of her. He dropped his eyes down intentionally and she followed his gaze, seeing his erection stretch the material of his pants and push against his protective cup. She grinned, making certain that he could see a flash of her areola and her protruding nipple. 

She slipped away to the restroom as he returned to the dugout. The second inning had started when she emerged and he was back in position at third base. He seemed to be back to his normal self. He was in a crouched defensive position, rocking his weight slightly and keeping his eyes focused on the batter. She paused and watched as a low grounder went to third. He scooped it up and sent it sailing to first, who tagged the base before the runner could make it across the bag. Her breath caught, knowing that counted as an out for him. 

A small line snaked away from the counter at the concession stand and she joined it, knowing a cold drink of water would cool her until the end of the ninth inning. She was thinking of the future when someone joined the line behind her. She felt warm breath on her neck and ear a moment after hips cradled her buttocks. She could feel something hard press against her and instinctively, she leaned back, pressing into it. 

“Well, well, Miss Moyers, I believe you have become the baseball team’s biggest fan,” the voice whispered in her ear. She recognized it as the voice of the third base coach. He thrust his hips forward. “You should let me give you a proper thank you.”

“Perry!” she laughed, a nervous, high-pitched sound. She glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention.

“I saw you in the stands,” he continued. “I saw the invitation in your eyes.”

She stepped away quickly, blushing fiercely. “I’m sorry, Perry. I don’t know what you are talking about.” She stepped out of line and headed back toward the stands. “I want to get back to the game.”

She was breathing hard by the time she settled into her seat, her cheeks flushed and her eyes panicked. Jon took notice of her return, but didn’t seem to perceive her agitation until the first break in the game. He looked to her for some playful teasing, but she was chewing on her lip and staring into space. Her legs were together and she was sitting stiffly on the bleachers. She caught him looking and forced a smile, waving her fingers.

As soon as he got a chance, he slipped close enough to speak to her. “What’s wrong?” he demanded harshly.

“Never mind,” she returned without looking at him. He tapped his bat against the inside of his sneakers, trying to appear casual. “Coach Perry saw me,” she finally admitted.

“How do you know?” he questioned, swinging the bat several times.

“I saw the look in his eyes,” she lied. She couldn’t trust Jon not to react if he thought that Perry had hit on her. “We have to be more careful.”

He nodded without saying anything and went to bat. He scored a double, and she tried to get excited about the prospect. He had a talented tongue, and she had taught him how to use it in their sessions together. He hadn’t needed much tutoring and had been a quick learner. 

When he hit a homerun in the ninth inning, driving in two other runs and sealing the victory for the team, she allowed herself to forget Perry. Jon smiled directly at her as he jogged down the third base line to step on home plate. His teammates were there to congratulate him. 

Jon leaned back in the back seat of his car thirty minutes later, receiving his reward for seven outs. He marveled at her talented mouth and her endless willingness to go down on him. Her lips massaged and her tongue danced as her head moved in his lap. Her hands cupped his swollen balls, massaging them as her tongue swirled around his long, hard shaft. She worked quickly at first, her head bobbing as her lips stroked him with sliding ease and a teasing, swirling tongue. He hadn’t mentioned Coach Perry, but she knew that his superior was on his mind. It had taken her a few minutes to get him hard. 

Usually after a game, she tried to bring him off quickly, and then work on him slowly to keep him interested. She now worked slowly, the tip of her tongue moving along the underside of his thick cock. The swollen head was in her throat. Each time she swallowed, it clenched the mushroom. His breath was shallow as he enjoyed her hot, wet mouth. 

She pulled off a little, her tongue rubbing the head, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum. His hips bucked upward, slipping himself deeper. He glided in and out, leveraging himself in order to piston quicker. He was starting to throb in her mouth. She slowed more, working with his jerking hips in an effort to keep as little of him as possible out of her mouth. 

He reached down and dug his fingers through her hair, forcing her down hard. His balls hit her chin as he exploded deep in her throat. She closed her eyes, trying not to gag. Her eyes widened and started watering, but she finally swallowed and recovered. She sat back, leaning against the back of the driver’s seat as she caught her breath. He grinned at her, curling his hand around his shaft. He stroked it slowly, watching her as he kept himself hard. 

Kneeling in the floorboard of his backseat, she reached up and released the few buttons on her shirt, peeling it back so that he could see her large breasts. Her pink nipples protruded toward him, hard in excitement and anticipation. She crawled onto the seat with him, straddling his hips and rubbing one of her hard nipples against his lips. He took the opening and sucked the bud into his mouth. His tongue brushed the areola and swirled around the tingling button. She pushed into his mouth, filling his cheeks with her soft flesh. He suckled, using his mouth and teeth and tongue on her full breast much the way she had used hers on his long penis. He treated first one and then the other to his ministrations, encouraged by her soft moans of pleasure. 

She could feel his cock pressing against her stomach as she pushed into his mouth. She could feel herself flooding a little, her sweet juices preparing her body for his intrusion. His hands cupped her ass, pulling her upward as he slid further down in the back seat. The tip of his tongue danced along her moist slit, dipping deeper each time, scooping more of her moisture into his mouth with every stroke. 

He flicked over her clit, and she shuddered, pushing her hips downward in excitement and pleasure. His fat tongue dragged along the swollen nub, sweeping it over and over as she groaned. She threw her head back as his tongue darted into her hole, curling and thrusting. She squirmed on his mouth in pleasure, her hips rocking forward and back. Her pussy tightened as they worked in unison and she began spasming after just a moment. 

She groaned as the sweet tremors expanded from his tongue into the rest of her body. Her legs clenched around his head as her thighs quivered. She placed her hands on the window, bracing herself as her body twitched. She sank heavily onto his face, unable to support herself as the wave of bliss washed over her body. 

He easily lifted her and flipped her onto her back, positioning the throbbing, swollen head of his shaft at her slick, exhausted opening. He used his hand to rub her thrumming clit with the tip of his cock, teasing her to open for him. She raised one leg, letting it rest against the back of the seat. Her other dropped off of the seat, spreading her pussy lips enough for him to wedge himself between her thighs. He aimed at her tight hole and thrust hard and fast, driving his long sword to the hilt. His balls slapped her pussy and he grunted, feeling her muscles contract around him. 

She tightened her vagina, squeezing him within her walls, sucking him with her body as well as her mouth had treated him. He braced himself on his arms over her, enjoying the still pleasure. He lowered himself to his elbows, feeling the arrows of her breasts against his chest. They burned small circles as he began moving, lightly rotating his hips, twirling his cock inside her tight tunnel. 

He began flexing lightly, not pulling completely out, but only moving an inch at a time. His slow, steady, teasing movements served to drive her to mindless whimpering and moaning. She tried to lie still, allowing him to take control and keep the pace, but soon her body demanded to be in charge. Her hips snapped upward, slamming against his. Above her, he grinned, pulling away until he was completely outside of her. Her hips remained raised as her she pleaded with a soft moan for him to fill her. 

He thrust forward again, hard and deep, again burying himself completely. This time, he did not linger, but pulled out and repeated the process. Over and over and over he drove himself into her, pushing himself deeper every time. He felt her stretching to accept him and raising herself to meet him. He started rocking forward in addition to his in and out strokes, making certain his long shaft rubbed her clit with every movement. She wrapped her legs around him, linking herself to his body as his movements became quicker and quicker. 

As she came for the second time, her world spun in a dizzy circle. Her body clenched for a moment, and she couldn’t breathe, and then she exploded. Her whole body turned to jelly as wetness gushed from her body. She locked her ankles behind him, riding the spasms as he continued pumping. He was now a machine, his hips a mechanical piston locked in the age old programming of fucking. 

He was grunting now, no longer focusing on her at all. Instead, he only cared about his own release. He forced himself in and out of her. His shaft stretched her wide as he pumped, his balls slapping against her as he slammed down each time. Every forward movement sent an arrow through her body, sliding her along the vinyl of the car. Somewhere, she had the thought that she would have marks on her back tomorrow, but before the thought could take root, she did what she though impossible. She came a third time. It didn’t build, but exploded immediately. The world again spiraled, and then went black.

He continued pumping for another few minutes into her lifeless body before he released a powerful cry and shot into her warm cavern. He unraveled long strings of semen into her deep recess until he was empty. His shaft shriveled and slipped from her. He sat up, leaving her in her unconscious state as he recovered. She began to rouse herself as he finished buttoning the fly of his pants. 

She sat up, but the world spun, and she lay back down with a laugh. “Jon,” she began, but was unable to finish her thought. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to regain her bearings, and then opened them again. She rose slowly to a sitting position, this time able to keep herself steady. She kissed his cheek. He turned to her, cupping her breast in a firm grip as he kissed her roughly on the mouth, thrusting his tongue between her lips. She moaned, sinking into him. He pinched and tugged her nipple, and then released her to get dressed. 

When she emerged from his car, she stood there for a moment, letting her legs regain strength. She adjusted her skirt, tugging it downward to make certain all body parts were covered. As she walked toward her own car, she was aware that she walked with the swagger of someone who had been well-fucked. She grinned, knowing she had. She wondered briefly why it had taken her so long to take a student. Perhaps it was just Jon.

Across the parking lot, near the dark entrance to the stadium, Coach Perry watched.



Lessons Learned Ch. 02



After I watched Shane disappear into the sunlight I continued my walk home. My thoughts were on Shane and what we did the whole way home. I could still feel his hands and tongue all over my body. Those thoughts of him sent shivers down my spine. Finally I was home and I noticed that my roommate's car was in the driveway. Usually she's not home until later. This meant two things, she either took the bus to work or she was home fucking. 

My roommate's name is Sherise. We grew up in the same neighborhood together and we were best friends. My father left me this house when he died. I needed help with the mortgage and utilities, so I offered Sherise a place to stay. She readily accepted the offer. Unfortunately moving in with her has proven to be the worst mistake of my life. Her rent is never on time, if she even comes up with it. She doesn't buy any groceries but yet she has no problem with eating the food I buy. I will say this, she does clean up after herself. But for me that's not enough. Our home life is always in chaos. We fight about everything. I would love to kick her out but her name is on the mortgage. So for now, I'm stuck with her.

Sherise and I have another unsettling issue. Sherise has a habit of sleeping with my boyfriends. I'm not sure if she has slept with all of them but I know she has slept with a good number of them. I really HATE this woman. We weren't always like this; and a part of me still sees that little girl that I used to play hopscotch and jacks with as a child, the girl who would stand up for me when I was being picked on at school, the same girl who was there for me when my dad died. That little girl isn't there anymore. In her place is a vile, disrespectful, trifling, wench; and her days are numbered. I never thought that I could hate someone as much as I hate her, but I do. It's crazy how life throws curve balls at you. Sometimes, you don't even realize they're coming.

Sherise thinks that my hatred for her is based on jealousy. She thinks that I'm jealous of her life, her friends, and her body. That's not the case. I'd just appreciate it if she would pay a bill, buy her own food, and get her own men.

I went inside the house and walked toward the kitchen to fix myself something to eat. To get to the kitchen I had to pass though a hallway. As I was passing through the hallway I noticed the basement door was open. I moved to close it, and as I was closing it I heard two people moaning and whispering downstairs. I rolled my eyes and continued to the refrigerator. I had only taken a few steps when I heard a familiar voice. I went back, put my ear to the door and listened in. Usually I don't stand around and listen to Sherise having sex, but this voice sounded very familiar.

I knew instantly who the voice belonged to. I didn't want to believe it, but the proof was there. I just needed to see it with my own eyes. I went to the kitchen table, sat down and waited. It felt like time had stopped. Finally there was a shift in movement downstairs; Sherise and this other person was finally coming up the steps. They got to the top of the stairs and embraced each other like lost lovers. Their embrace quickly turned into a passionate kiss. I felt like I was paralyzed. All I could do was stare at them. I could feel tears form, but I refused to let them fall. I cleared my throat and said,

"Hello!" 

The two quickly separated from each other. I smiled and looked at the man who just yesterday was my boyfriend Devon.

"Devon, I see you got home safely!" I replied

Devon was in total shock. His expression turned from a lustful gaze to a fearful one.

"Angela, Baby wh-wh-when did you get here?" he sputtered.

"Oh, I just got in a little while ago. How are you?" I replied softly.

"I- I- I'm good." he stuttered. 

We all stood there and intently watched each other. No one made a move for fear of what the other person would do. I was the one who broke the silence.

"So Devon, how long have you and Sherise been fucking? Did this just begin or have you been doing this for awhile now?" I tersely asked. 

Devon stood there speechless. Sherise stood there with a blank look on her face. We stood there in silence for a few more moments. The silence was deafening. I broke the silence once more.

"So neither one of you have anything to say? You just fucked in MY house, and you have absolutely nothing to say?" I asked in disbelief.

Again nothing. With each silent moment my anger rose to a new height. I looked at Sherise,

"What about you?" I asked.

"What about me?" she countered

"I gave you a roof over your head when you had nothing. Paid your rent when you didn't have the money. Fed you when you were hungry, and you still have nothing to say to me?" 

"What do you want to hear?" She asked.

I was enthralled by her lack of concern of the situation. "What do I want to hear?" I repeated mockingly. 

"Let's see, how about you tell me why you continuously have to act like a slut, and why can't you get your OWN damn man?" I exclaimed.

"Who are you calling a slut?"

I ignored the question and continued, "I've been nothing but a friend to you. I thought you were my friend. But I was wrong." I retorted.

Sherise stood her ground and looked me straight in the eye and replied, "I guess you were. No one ever made you do those things. You did them because you wanted to. Maybe it's time you started taking responsibility for your own actions."

I shook my head, "Are you serious? You come in here and you walk around with this attitude that the whole world owes you something. We don't owe you shit. You say I need to take responsibility for my actions? Maybe you need to start taking responsibility for yours!!" 

Sherise didn't respond. I lowered my head into my hands and closed my eyes. We continued to stand there in tense silence. I looked back up and locked eyes with Sherise once more and replied, " I want you out of my house within the hour!" I replied.

I got up from my seat, picked up my uneaten food, disposed it and washed the dish.

"You can't kick me out, I'm on the lease!!" She exclaimed.

I looked at her and laughed, "Bitch I don't give a fuck about your lease!! I want you out of my house within the hour." I repeated.

Sherise took a step towards me and asked, "I'm getting tired of all these 'bitches' you keep throwing out." She replied darkly. 

I stepped towards her, "What are you going to do about it Sherise?" I asked softly.

Sherise and I were seconds away from throwing blows. Before it got totally out of hand, Devon stepped in our path and separated us. He lightly nudged Sherise to the side and faced me.

"Baby, it's not like that. We were just downstairs talking!" , 

"Are you for real?" I asked in awed disbelief.

"That's all we were doing Baby." He replied. He tried to put his hands on my shoulders. I shrugged him off.

"You must think I'm stupid?!?" I replied.

"I don't think you're stupid!!" he responded.

"No, I think you do. Either you think I'm stupid, or you think that I'm so fucking naïve that I don't know the difference between FUCKING and TALKING Devon!!" 

"That's not what I think Babe." He replied.

"Devon I'm not stupid and you're not as dumb as you look. Now are you going to tell me the truth or are you going to continue to lie to me?" I asked.

"Baby...."

"Well tell me this Devon, If you were talking as you say you were, why did you two come up here and kiss her in the mouth like she was a lost love of yours? If you were just talking Devon, how is it that I could hear your moaning all the way up here? Huh? You can't answer me can you?" I replied.

"Angela, it's not what you think." he replied

"Are you SERIOUS???"

"Baby...." Devon replied as he reached for me. I stepped away from his reach and looked at him incredulously. I shook my head in disbelief. Sherise stood to the side and watched us silently. "I can't believe you. I really can't. You are seriously standing here and telling me that you and her were just talking when I could hear your moans all the way up here. I'm not stupid Devon, I know sex when I hear it. But you know what, Don't even worry about it Devon. Because if you hadn't realized it before, I'm telling you now, WE'RE DONE!! You can take your new HO, and get the hell out of here!!" I replied as I pointed to the door.

"THAT'S IT!!" Sherise bellowed. 

She lunged herself at me and before she could touch me Devon caught her at the waist. He tried to contain her as much as he could. As he held her she yelled a number of expletives at me. I staid in my place and replied,

"Bring. It. Bitch!!" I replied softly.

Sherise got out of Devon's hold once more. Devon caught Sherise once more. Sherise began to be too much for Devon to hold. He picked her up and took her upstairs to her room. I could here her scream at me as he drug her up the steps,

"THIS AINT OVER BITCH. I'LL GET YOU. YOU JUST WAIT. I'LL GET YOUUUUUUUUUUU!!"

"Yea, Yea. Whatever!!" I replied.

The door upstairs slammed and Devon returned to the kitchen. We stared at each other and it felt like time had stopped. I saw right then, that he never loved me. I was a time filler. I wanted to scream. I wanted to hit him. I wanted to shove in his face that I didn't need him and I was fucking someone else that was so much better then him. But I didn't. I couldn't bring myself to hurt him like he hurt me. So I did the next best thing; I said nothing. I turned around and left the kitchen.

"So we're not going to talk about this?" Devon inquired.

I continued my walk to the door. I opened it, stepped to the side and held it open for him. Tears began to fall. I had so many things to say but yet I couldn't bring myself to say anything to him.

"Baby, don't do this. We can get through this. I made a mistake. I'm sorry!!" he pleaded.

"So you're finally willing to admit that you fucked her?" I asked softly.

"Yes, I FUCKED HER!! And I'm sorry. I just... We... We just weren't doing well baby. You, well.... You just never seemed to need me as much as I needed you. Then Sherise came along......and she needed me."

I looked at him incredulously. I wiped away my tears and replied, 

"Are you serious?"

"I know it sounds stupid. But you are such a strong character and sometimes you come out as a little rigid. You never gave me the benefit of the doubt, you always had to be in control. Even in sex. Everything had to be exactly how you wanted it. My needs were always second or not met at all!!" Devon exclaimed.

I shook my head in disbelief,

"Oh Devon, You Big Girl!! I've always been there for you. And when we made love you were always satisfied. If anything, MY needs were the one's that were never met. You say I'm too much woman for you? Well that's too bad, because I refuse to apologize for being who I am. And if I'm too much woman for you then by all means go back to your little wimpy whore and let her soothe your little fragile ego. You fucking Sherise and all those other random whores was because YOU wanted to do it. Your alleged "issues" with me had nothing to do with it. You're a selfish asshole and I don't want you anymore. So you can go upstairs, get your whore, and GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!!" I exclaimed.

"We can't talk about this?" Devon asked.

"No. Get your whore and get out!!" I replied. 

I folded my arms and turned away from his gaze.

He took a deep breathe, shook his head and went upstairs to get Sherise. I heard some mumbling in the room and then the door slammed. I looked up and saw both Devon and Sherise walking down the steps. They both looked at me with malice in their eyes; both for different reasons. I kept the door open for both of them to leave out. Before they left Sherise looked me in they eyes and replied darkly,

"This Aint Over Bitch!!" 

"Whatever. Just get out!!" I replied.

Before Devon left he also left me with some words,

"You've always been a frigid bitch and you always will be. I could get any girl I want. I don't need your fat ass!!"

His words didn't faze me. "Then get the FUCK out of my house then!! I replied.

He chuckled and then left out with Sherise. Before they could say anything else I slammed the door in their faces. I heard them walk of my porch. Sherise yelled threats all the way down the walkway. I leaned on the door and waited for her car to leave out the driveway. 

I dropped my head into my hands, slid down the door, and sobbed. I stood there and cried for what seemed like hours. I looked around and realized that I needed to get out of the house. I picked up my coat and purse and left out the door.

I didn't really know where I was going. I just knew that anywhere was better then staying in that house and reliving the scene I'd just encountered. As I walked around I began to ask myself questions like," How could they do that to me?", "How long had they been fucking?" and "If I hadn't of found out today, would they still have fucked behind my back or would Devon have come back to or even broke up with me for her?" Questions like these went through my head repeatedly.

A part of me knew that I had no right to be upset considering what I had just done a few hours before with Shane. But some how I felt justified in my actions. I realized that at the same time I was with Shane; Devon was with Sherise. So in my mind, it all equaled out.

After awhile I got tired of thinking about the Sherise and Devon situation. I decided that the best thing I could do was go back home, lay down and forget this day ever happened. I knew I had been walking awhile because it was dark by the time I was ready to go home. 

As I was walking back home I passed by a teacher's parking lot and saw Shane dressed in a tux getting into his car. I really didn't know what to say or do so I just walked by as if I hadn't noticed him. He saw me walking by and spoke up, 

"So you're just going to walk by like you don't see me?" I stopped where I was and just smiled. As he stood at the side of his car, I took him all in. He hadn't fixed his tie yet so he was a little disheveled. To me, he was absolutely gorgeous. 

I smiled and replied, "I didn't want to disturb you!"

He walked to me and took my face into his hands. "You could never disturb me!!" He bent down and brushed his lips against mine. His kiss took my breath away. He lifted up from my lips and looked down at me with a concerned smile.

"What's wrong Baby? Why are you crying?" He asked.

I touched my cheek and realized that it was moist with fallen tears. I shook my head and feigned a smile.

"Nothing Baby, I'm just happy to see you!!" I replied.

He looked into my eyes. "I'm sure you are, but you're not telling me everything. What's going on?"

I sighed, "School is kicking my butt and I'm having some issues at home. Nothing to big for you to worry about." I replied.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm positive Baby!!" I replied. I gave him a chaste kiss as more tears began to fall.

He wiped the tears away. "You're lying to me Angela. Look, I know we've just started out, but you have to know that you can tell me anything. I'm here for YOU!! What did I tell you this morning?" He asked

"You said that we belong to each other." I replied.

"Exactly, so let me in. What's going on with you?"

I stepped away from his grasp, wrapped my hands around my waist and began to sob openly. Shane looked at me with growing concern but said nothing.

I took a few breaths to get myself together and began my story,

"Being with you was a beautiful start of what turned out to be a horrible day. I came home to find my roommate fucking my boyfriend. I know it's hypocritical of me to be upset considering what we'd done a few hours before. Nonetheless I still felt like I'd been punched in the throat. And when I asked him why he did it? He accused ME. Can you believe it? " I asked.

He shook his head no.

"My roommate and I had been having problems for awhile. She's lived with me for almost four years. She's only paid her rent maybe five times within that time frame. She never buys her own food and to top it off she sleeps with my boyfriends." I replied.

"The one today wasn't her first?" Shane asked.

"No, there's been more."

"Why haven't you kick her out before now?" Shane asked.

"I tried. My uncle told me that since we're both on the mortgage contract she could sue me and take the house if I kicked her out. But I just couldn't take it anymore. And when I asked my ex why he did this? He tells me that I'm a frigid, fat bitch that doesn't need him enough and he needs someone to need him. He needs someone to coddle him, make him feel like a man. I didn't do that for him. And you know what's funny?"

"What Baby?" Shane asked.

" I'm starting to think he's right. Maybe I'm everything he said I was." I replied.

"NO!!" Shane replied resonantly.

"Oh come on Shane. Why else would he have cheated on me repeatedly? My mother raised me to take care of myself and to never rely on any man. So yes, I am an independent woman. I have my own home, own car and I'm paying for my own education. Maybe all of this hard work to prove myself has caused me to become the woman that no one can love" I replied.

Shane took my arm and brought me into his embrace. He held me close and at first I kept my arms folded but then I relented and wrapped my arms around his waist. He brought me closer to him and we stayed in each others arms for what seemed like forever. He took my face into his hands and brought my lips to his. My lips instantly parted and his tongue entered my mouth and touched mine. Our embrace became a passionate one instantly. After a few brief moments he separated from me. We both took a deep breath. Shane looked me straight in the eyes and replied, 

"Baby you are none of those things that little punk called you. You are a warm, caring, beautiful woman. I'm glad you know how to take care of yourself. I think all woman should have your sense of resilience. You have been taking care of yourself and this other girl for almost four years without any assistance. I don't know how you did it. I'm proud of you. I do wish you would've said something. There's no reason for you to be taking care of someone else's grown ass child because she's too trifling to do it herself. She has been walking over you for too long and it stops TODAY!! Ok?"

I nodded yes.

"Now when it comes to these accusations of you being frigid and fat; I'm here to tell you that it's BULLSHIT!! You're beautiful and thick in all the right places. Every time I see you I instantly get turned on. Today was no different. And Baby you aren't frigid. I should know, my tongue has been on every part of your body and I felt no coldness, just HEAT." 

I lowered my eyes and blushed

"Shane!!" I exclaimed with an embarrassed smile.

He lifted my chin up with his fingers and my eyes met his lustful gaze. I smiled.

"Never question you're appeal to me. You're everything I could ever need. Why do you think I came up with that cheating test ruse? I've always wanted YOU!!" 

I looked at him in disbelief, "It was you? You made that whole thing up, just so you could be with me? Why didn't you just ask? I would've come to you without question."

He gave me a devilish grin and said, "Now what would the fun in that be?"

I chuckled lightly, " So true!" I replied.

We stood and stared at each other in lustful silence. The heat of his stare sent electric currents straight to my pussy. At that moment I knew that he was the only one for me. I wanted him. I wanted to feel him fill my pussy up to the brink and I told him so after I brought his lips to mine in a passion-filled kiss. He growled in disappointment,

"I wish I could but I have to go to a business dinner." 

"Awwwww, what's it for?" I asked in a pout.

"It's a book premiere. Actually MY book premiere." He replied.




Lessons Learned Ch. 02



"Oh! I didn't realize you had finished your book. Are you excited about tonight?"

"I am, but these premier parties bore me to tears. I'd rather be doing something more productive!!" He replied with a squeeze on my ass.

"Mr. Thomison you are a bad man!!" I replied.

"You better believe it. Rain check for tonight?" He asked

"You don't know where I live." I replied.

"Well let's rectify that. Let me take you home." Shane replied.

I smiled and gave him a quick kiss. "Ok." I replied.

He took my hand and led me to his car. He drove a 2008 Lexus SUV Hybrid. It's very nice. It was black with a gray leather interior. He opened my door and helped me in. He closed the door and went to his side. He got in, squeezed my leg, got my address, put it in his GPS and drove off.

We drove in comfortable silence. I was finally finding peace in this otherwise horrible day. When we arrived at my house, Shane and I both realized that my lights were on.

"Did you leave the lights on when you left?" he asked.

"No I didn't." I replied. I looked around and I noticed that Sherise's car was parked on the street.

"Shit!!" I muttered. 

"What's wrong baby?" Shane asked.

"Sherise is here." I replied.

"You don't have to go in there Baby. You can come home with me." Shane replied.

I looked at Shane, smiled and grabbed his hand.

"Baby I know you want to protect me, but I have to take care of this myself. And anyway, how can I go with you? Don't you have a book premiere to go to?" I asked.

He laughed and put his palm to my face. I rubbed it with my cheek and smiled. "I do. But I would cancel in a minute if you needed me. You know that right?"

I nodded yes.

He bent down and kissed me. We touched each other foreheads and smiled at each other. I turned around, unlocked the door, stepped out the car and closed it. I walked down the path and before I opened the door I turned back and waved. I blew him a kiss. He smiled at me and drove off. I took a deep breath, opened the door and there sat Sherise and Devon. We stared at each other for a few moments and then Sherise spoke up,

"Hello Angela, I think we need to talk!"

*

CopyrightÓBBWLove8369 May 2009

Revised 2010 



Lessons Learned Ch. 03



Her cell phone rang as she walked across the mostly empty parking lot. She shifted her briefcase to her side and fumbled to pull out the phone, simultaneously clicking the button on her keychain to release the locks of her sleek sports car. She recognized the number instantly and felt her body tense in eagerness. Jon had been gone for three days on his senior class trip and she was surprised by how much she missed him. Her body felt empty. She had been sucking his cock every afternoon for six weeks and being fucked by her geometry student at least twice a week. There had been a period of ten days when he had not touched her. He had decided to punish her for their losses and decided not to fuck her until they won a game. He had still expected her to suck him every afternoon and by the time the team had squeaked a one point win in a twelve inning game, she had been begging him to at least fuck her with his fingers.

Just knowing he was on the other end of a phone line made her pussy tighten and tingle. She pushed the green send button as she slipped into the leather seat behind the wheel of her car. "Hey you," she greeted a little breathlessly. 

"Where are you?" he demanded without greeting. His confident tone pulsed through her body. Her nipples tightened and her pussy throbbed, longing for his thick cock. 

"Just leaving school," she answered. She had taken advantage of his absence to catch up on her grading, so all of the students and most of the faculty were gone. She pulled the door to a close and slid the key into the ignition.

"Is there anyone around?"

She glanced around the parking lot, noting how deserted it was. "No," she answered, already breathing a little harder. Underneath her skirt, she could feel her lips getting slick. 

"Have you masturbated since I've been gone?"

"No," she whispered.

"I want you to reach down and fuck yourself right there," he ordered. "I want your skirt up around your waist and your fingers tearing in and out of your pussy."

Her eyes widened and she looked around the parking lot again. It was still deserted. There were a few teachers' cars left, but none were parked near her. She tucked the phone between her shoulder and her ear as she squirmed to lift the skirt. She felt the warm leather against her bare bottom and smooth mound. She leaned back against the seat and closed her eyes, picturing Jon's young, smooth, strong, athletic body. Her fingers moved against her mound, the tips dancing along her lips. "Are you wet?" he asked.

"Yes," she said, her voice a soft moan. 

"Why?" he questioned in his firm tone. The lack of emotion in his voice would be a turn off to some people, but it only made her want him more.

"Because I want your cock," she replied as her fingers slipped between her swollen lips and began rubbing against her clit. It was fat with anticipation as she dragged her fingers up and down the sensitive button. "I want your thick cock sliding in and out of me."

"You don't deserve it," he growled. "You are nothing but a dirty slut. You have to earn my cock."

"I worship it," she whimpered, her fingers quickening. The tip of her index finger teased her opening. "I adore your cock. I dream about it. I love kissing it and licking it." She groaned as a shiver of pleasure shot through her body. She twirled her index finger in her opening, teasing herself the way she knew he would. She moaned louder.

"Slap your pussy, whore," he ordered. "I said to fuck yourself, not play with yourself."

She drove her finger deep inside of her, arching up as her palm slapped against her mound loud enough for him to hear. She started pounding faster, her flat hand smacking her swollen wet lips with each thrust. She scooted to the edge of her seat, the pad of her hand slamming against her clit with every movement of her fingers. She could no longer talk. She was constantly moaning as her finger pumped in and out of her channel and her hand drummed against her sensitive trigger button.

"You want to cum, don't you?" he growled. She wondered if he was stroking himself, wherever he was. He wasn't breathing any differently but she also knew he had incredible control over his body. He had cum one afternoon while working on a test. He had stroked with his left hand while working geometry problems with his right. His breathing never changed and he never made a sound. He had not missed a problem. She had sat next to him while he worked, watching him calmly complete the items. He had finished the last problem, then stood and shot his thick semen on the exam paper. He had walked out of the room without saying a word to her. 

The thought that he was sliding his hand up and down his long shaft excited her more and she grunted. "You don't fucking cum until I tell you to cum," he barked. She froze, tensing her body to delay the orgasm that was building deep in her. Her hand did not stop its motion. She could hear her finger sliding wetly in and out of her tunnel and her hand spanking the betraying clit. Her body was gyrating in time with her thrusting. The car was starting to rock slightly. She grabbed the wheel of the car with her free hand for more leverage. "Do you understand me, you cunt?" he hissed. "Don't you fucking cum." He paused. "Answer me!" he yelled.

"I understand!" she cried. "Please, let me cum! Please!" She heard him chuckling as she writhed in agony. "Jon! Please!"

"No," was his simple, dispassionate answer.

She was sobbing now, unable to stop the movement of her hand, finding it moving quicker despite her effort to not push her body any farther until Jon seemed ready to relent. "Please," she whimpered. "Please, Jon." He was quiet now and she imagined him sitting back with his big hand curled around his cock, moving his fist methodically up and down as he listened to her whimper and beg and moan. The mental picture did not help. Her body was tense and trembling, ready to explode at the merest word. "Jon!" she screamed as the wave reached a crescendo. Tears streamed down her face. 

She was beginning to think she had lost the call and was wondering what she would do if she had. Her body had taken over her mind, moving until she received permission to release the climax tottering on the edge inside of her body. She didn't even think she could check the screen of her phone to check the status of her call.

"Finish," he said, his voice maddeningly calm. She relaxed and pushed herself over the top with the next stroke. She screamed in pleasure, her body thrusting upward so hard that she hit the bottom of the steering wheel with her thighs. She dropped the phone from her ear, her body arched as she rode the thrill ride to the end of the line.

She collapsed down and was panting as she regained control. She reached down to retrieve the phone, examining the screen as she sat up. Jon had already hung up. Her eyes lifted to the passenger's side window as she tried to refocus her mind for the drive home. Standing at the window, watching her moves, was Perry, her co-worker and Jon's third base coach.



Lessons Learned Ch. 03



"Angela, I think we need to talk!" said Sherise.

"Why are you here? I could've sworn I kicked you both out this afternoon. But yet you're here, sitting on my couch." I replied as I stepped into the living room

"I think that things got a little out of hand this afternoon. I propose that we sit and try to settle this like adults." She replied. 

"I see. And what would you like to settle?" I asked as I dropped my stuff on the loveseat diagonal from where they sat.

Devon and Sherise exchanged nervous glances and then she continued, 

"Angela, we've been having a lot of problems lately...." 

"That's an understatement" I interrupted.

She paused, took a deep breath and began again,

"We've been having a lot problems lately and I think that we need to address them." 

"Ok. Let's address them" I replied. 

I sat down on the love seat and waited for her to continue.

"Ok. Well, first we need to talk about the house. I'm on the mortgage contract. I have every right to be here. You can't just kick me out." Sherise replied matter-of-factly.

"Actually I can. You're just a renter. When you look on the contract your name is under "renter" not owner. I own this house. Everything in this house is mine. So I can do whatever the hell I want to. And that includes kicking your trifling ass out!!" I replied.

She glared at me angrily. I countered her gaze with a challenging one of my own. She smiled and I rolled my eyes. 

"Well, we'll see about that!!" She replied

"Yea, I guess we will. So is that it? Or are there other issues you would like to discuss today?" I asked.

"I would like to talk about your anger." She replied with a satisfied smile.

I smiled at that. "Oh really? Ok. lets talk about my anger. Why do YOU think I'm so angry Sherise?" I asked sarcastically.

"In one word, Jealousy!!." She replied.

I moved up to the edge of my seat. "Really? And what am I supposed to be jealous of? You?" I asked.

"Exactly!!" She haughtily replied.

I laughed in her face. "Are you serious? This has got to be a joke. Why the hell would I be jealous of YOU?" I asked.

"Well, lets look at the facts..."

"Yes, let's do that." I replied.

"I have a loving, supportive family and your family won't even talk to you. I have a large group of friends and you only have one. I have a body that you would die for. You have a body I would die in. It's no wonder your boyfriends can't keep their hands off of me. Let's face it, when your boyfriends meet me; you become nothing but a FAT memory to them!!" she replied with a smug grin.

I laughed at that.

"What's so funny?" she demanded.

I sobered up. "You are!! Especially if you believe any of that bullshit you just spewed." I replied.

"I do believe it. Shall I use some examples?"

"Oh please do!!" I replied sarcastically.

"Let's take your mother for instance...."

"What about my mother?" I interrupted.

"She's such a control freak that when you moved out she had a complete nervous breakdown. Her fragile little mind couldn't take her little girl leaving. So. She. Went. Crazy!!"

"You don' know what you're talking about." I replied.

"Oh. I. Know!!. My mother tells me everything."

"Well your mother lied to you." I replied.

"Really?" Tell me Angela, when was the last time your mother called you? Huh?"

I didn't respond.

Sherise smiled smugly, "Just as I thought. She hasn't called you since you left home has she? Talking to you would be too much for her to take. They would have to put her in the loony bin over a phone call. How unfortunate!!" Sherise replied mockingly.

"Shut up Sherise." I replied softly.

"Then there's your sister.."

"There's nothing wrong with my sister." I replied.

"Oh come now Angela. You know that's not true." Sherise replied. She turned to Devon and continued,

"Angela's sister Marguerite was set to be a professional dancer but then she got knocked up by an out of work football player. So now she has to stay at home with Mommy because they can't afford to live on their own. What a fucking disappointment!!" Sherise replied.

I was so angry my whole body began to shake,

I stood up and looked Sherise straight in the eye, "You think you know everything don't you Bitch?" I asked.

"Oh I haven't even started. Let's not forget your father. He died a lonely old drunk because your crazy mother was so busy opening up her legs for anything with a penis!!!" She replied as she stood in front me.

"Fuck you Sherise!! You don't know anything about my Father's death."

"Oh I know more then you think I do...."

At that moment a shocked Devon pulled Sherise to the couch and whispered, "What the fuck are you doing? This isn't how it was supposed to go!!" 

Her gaze never left mine as she replied back, "I got this!"

Sherise continued, "You're right about one thing, I don't know what happened the night your father died. But you do, don't you? You know more about your father's death then anybody else. Not many people get the opportunity to listen to their own father choke on his own vomit and die because he was too drunk to make it to the bathroom. Now. That's. Unfortunate!!

And let's not forget your friends....Oh I'm sorry I misspoke, your FRIEND, Francessca. It's sad when the only friend you have is the only other fat girl in the music dept. But I guess porkers have to stick together."

"Are you done?" I asked.

"I could go on, but I think I've said everything that needed to be said." she replied.

I took a step towards Sherise.

Devon got up from his seat and stepped in front of her. 

"Angela, I know that a lot of hurtful things have been said today; please don't so something that you'll regret later." He replied.

I stopped and looked up at his concerned expression, "Even now, you're protecting her. Just yesterday, you were talking about how much you missed and loved me. Then this bitch comes around and shakes her ass in your face and everything changes. It amazes me!! But don't worry Devon, I'm not going to hurt your girlfriend. I just want to make a few things very clear to her. So do you mind?" I replied.

He shook his head and stayed in place. I shrugged and looked at Sherise's triumphant gaze from behind Devon's stance.

"You've said a lot today. You've talked about me, my mother, my sister and my dad. I would be remised if I didn't return the favor. You are a trifling, inconsiderate, skank ass whore. You sat here and literally called my mother a whore. Well I guess it takes one to know one. You've never found a man on your own. You've always taken mine. So who's the jealous one now? You need to realize something, if they wanted you first they would've went to you first. But they came to me. These men don't want you for anything other then a fuck toy. And when they're finished with you, they'll throw you away. You think that this thing with Devon is going to last? Ha! I hate to break it to you but when's he's done fucking you, trust and believe he will go on to the next tramp that shakes her bony ass in his face. And what will you do then? Huh?"

Sherise gave no response so I continued,

"I can't hear an answer..... And you want to talk about family trees? My mom wasn't the only one fucking everything with a penis. But then again I hear penis wasn't the only thing your mom liked to fuck!! So apparently the whore apple doesn't fall far from the whore tree!! 

Yes, my dad called me the night he died. It was the most heart wrenching moment of my life. But let me ask you something, where were you when your dad died? Hell, where was your mother? You don't know do you? Well, let me tell you. Like yourself, she was out fucking some other dude. How unfortunate is that for YOU? At least my father had people around him who cared. Your father died alone like a dog, because his selfish daughter and wife were too busy being whores. So don't tell me about family bitch, because you don't have any concept of it." I replied.

Sherise's body began to shake and her lips were twisted ina snarl. She began to lightly growl under her throat. She stepped away from Devon and went around the couch to face me. We began to circle each other like two predators in the desert.

"Sherise, Angela let's not do this right now." Devon replied softly. 

I kept my gaze on Sherise and replied to Devon, "Devon I think you're little girlfriend's mad right now. She can dish the bullshit but she can't take it. Now how fair is that?" I replied.

"You don't know anything about my family!!" Sherise replied darkly.

"Just like you don't know anything about mine." I replied.

"I know more then you think bitch.!! If you value this house and anything else you hold dear, I suggest you take back everything you said." She replied menacingly.

"I'm not taking anything back. I call how I see it. And what I see is a pathetic whore who needs to get the Hell. Out. Of. My. House!!" I replied.

Sherise lunged at me and brought me to the ground. I brought my knee up and hit her in the groin area. This caused her to groan and loosen her grip a bit. I used that small hesitation to gather both my hands and legs and throw her off of me. She fell back into the coffee table. Devon instantly ran to Sherise and held her back. 

"THAT'S ENOUGH!!" Devon bellowed.

He held Sherise by the waist and held out his hand hold me back. 

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO?? YOU'RE ACTING LIKE ANIMALS!!" Devon exclaimed.

We both looked at him in surprise. For a brief moment we allowed the tension to fall. Devon looked at Sherise and continued,

"This was NOT what we came here to do. I thought that we were going to talk with her like adults. I thought that we were going to settle this and try to come up with a solution, but NO!! Instead, this became a smear campaign. A 'Who's the Bigger Bitch' Contest. You told me you wanted to fix things. Instead you've made it worse. Now it's my turn. Go outside to the car and wait for me." Devon replied.

"But Baby...." Sherise whined

"What did I say?" Devon demanded.

"Ok!" She replied softly. 

Devon released his hold from around her waist. Before Sherise walked out the door she gave me one last angry glare.

The door slammed loud behind her. Devon turned to me and for a few brief moments we watched each other in silence. I spoke first,

"I think you said more then enough to me earlier today." I replied.

"I didn't mean what I said. I was just talking in the heat of the moment." He replied

"Well obviously, you had thought them at some time. You just don't come up with frigid, fat bitch right off the top of your head. But I do have one question for you."

"What's that?" he asked.

"If you didn't love me or even want to be with me, why continue to come back to me? Was it all for Sherise? Because if it was, why didn't you just start dating her in the first place?" I asked.

Devon hung his head and sighed. He looked back up at me and replied, "It was always you. You were the only person I wanted to be with. But you wouldn't let me in. You always had this wall up when it came to us. And whenever I thought we were making progress, and that you were finally going to let me in; the wall would come right back up. From what I heard today, I now know why. But still, those words shouldn't have come from her mouth. They should've came from yours." Devon replied.

I turned from his gaze, lifted my eyes and tried to will away the unshed tears that were threatening to fall down my face, "Please don't patronize me. Because if it was all about me, you would've never even started this. You would've talked to me and asked me what was going on." 

"And would you have answered my questions?"

"Of course I would've. You were my boyfriend. I would've done anything for you." I replied.

Devon walked towards me and put his hands on both arms. He brought me back to his chest. I continued to look toward the door,

"Then let me be that person for you. I know I made a mistake. I'm sorry baby. But we've been through a lot. Don't throw away a good thing. I will spend my life making this up to you. But you've got to let me. Please Baby, Don't let this one mistake destroy three years of happiness!!" Devon pleaded softly.

I closed my eyes and took in his words. I wanted to believe him, but I couldn't. I stepped away from his embrace, went to the door and opened it.

"I'm sorry Devon, but we're done. This has happened more then once. I believe that your head is in the right place but you're not physically able to have a meaningful relationship. At least not with me." I replied

"How can you say that. I love you!!" Devon exclaimed.

"No you don't. Because if you did, there wouldn't be another woman waiting for you outside my house. I think it's best that you leave. We have nothing more to say to each other." I replied.

We looked at each once more, he shook his head in defeat. He walked back to the couch, got his things and walked to the door. Before he left out he looked into my eyes and replied,

"If I walk out this door, best believe I won't be coming back." he replied.

"Then I suggest you leave." I replied. 

He bowed his head and smiled. He walked a ways and then turned around. He yelled back at me, "You'll be back. You ALWAYS come back!!"

In reply to that I closed the door in his face. A few minutes later I heard Sherise's car speed off into the night. I went back into the living room and turned on the TV. After awhile I realized that my mind wasn't on the television show that was blaring before me. I went to the loveseat, picked up my purse, opened up the garage and got into my car. I checked the gauge and the side streets for oncoming cars. When all was clear, I sped off.

I drove round for awhile and as I was passing the university I saw Shane's car in the parking lot. I drove around to the front of the university and saw a light on in his office. I parked my car and went through the double doors of the history building. I went to his office and knocked on his door. I was about to turn and walk away when I heard him yell,

"Come in!" 

I opened the door and stood at his doorway. He looked up from his papers and smiled at me. For a brief moment we got lost into each others eyes. I could feel my desire for him soar through my body. His body language showed his desire for me. He rounded his desk and I ran into his embrace. He held me in his arms for awhile and then in one breath he took my mouth into his. Our bodies melted into each other and I could feel his hardness brush against my leg. His kiss left me breathless.

"Hi!" I said breathily. 

He laughed and gave me a quick peck on the lips. He leaned to the side of the desk and took me with him.

"I'm so happy to see you. How did it go with your roommate and ex?" he asked. 

"Not good. But it'll get better." I answered. 

"What happened?" Shane asked.

I turned away from his gaze, steeped away from his embrace and wrapped my arms around my waist.

"It was horrible. She brought up a lot of bad family history in front of Devon. We fought a little. And then Devon tried to convince me to come back to him."

Shane tensed. "And what did you say?" He asked.

"I told him no. I told him that we were done." I replied

"That's my girl!!" He replied with a smile.

He stepped away from the desk, turned me around and took me into his arms. He bent down and took my lips into his. My lips opened and his tongue leisurely entered my mouth. Our tongues touched and instantly intertwined. His hands rested on my neck and then as the kiss grew more passionate they moved down my back sending small shivers down my spine. He brought one of his hands to my t-shirt clad breast and caressed my nipple to full pout. His other hand rested on the curve of my ass. We stopped kissing for a brief moment and he lifted my t-shirt over my head. He unclasped my bra and let it fall to the ground. He dipped his head to my breast and lightly bit my nipple. I let out a moan as sparks of ecstasy shot straight to my pussy. 

He came back up and sucked on my tongue with his lips. He moved to my ear and licked it with his tongue. I moaned as he whispered in my ear, "I need to taste you!" 

He took my hand and led me to his couch. I laid back and he began to lightly kiss me on my face and down my body to the waistband of my jeans. He undid my jeans, dipped a finger inside my lace underwear and let the moisture within my pussy walls gather on his fingertips. He took the finger out of my pussy and brought it to my clit. He began to rub my clit lightly. I began to feel a familiar tingling down my leg. My clit began to harden under his fingers. I was almost at my brink and then he stopped. I moaned in disappointment. He smiled and kissed me lightly on the lips. He took two of his fingers and reinserted them back into my pussy. My pussy lips immediately grasped on to his fingers. I arched back and moaned his name as he moved his fingers back and forth in my love canal. I was close to release once more. Before I could release he stopped, removed his fingers and brought them to his lips.

"Tasty!" he replied. 

He put his finger back in my pussy and rubbed my engorged clit once more.

He whispered in my ear, "Is this for me baby?" 

I nodded yes. 

He briefly took his fingers out of my panties, went to the foot of my jeans, and pulled them off . He kissed up my calf and thigh and when he got to my panties, he pulled them down with his teeth. When they were completely off, he put them to his nose and took in the smell of my arousal. 

He put my panties into his pocket and dove into my wanting pussy. He separated my lips with his fingers and began to rapidly lick my clit in a circular motion. As my clitoris got harder, his tongue motion got faster. As his tongue took me to different heights of pleasure my body began to rise. He added two fingers inside my love hole and with every thrust I got closer to release. I could feel it at the tip of my toes.

"I'm about to cum!" I exclaimed

The amount of pleasure I felt soar through my body was too much; I couldn't hold it in any longer. His stare became more intense as he continued to lick and finger-fuck me. His eyes were begging me to cum on his tongue. Before I knew it, I was fading into black and the most intense orgasm of my life ripped through my body. I felt like I was flying. When my orgasm subsided I opened my eyes and smiled at him. He removed his fingers from my pussy and kissed my cheek.

"You are so beautiful!" He said in a dark voice

I smiled and reached for him. He positioned himself on top of me and we began to kiss each other in an uncontrollable passion. I could taste myself on his lips. I kissed his forehead, his cheeks, and then his ear. I licked and lightly nipped his ear. I then whispered to him,

"Your turn!"

I laid him back on the couch, untied his shoes and took them off. I reached up, unbuttoned his pants and slowly moved them down his beautiful legs. My eyes never left his. I dipped my hands into his boxers and felt his semi-hard member pulsate against my palm. I began to lightly stroke him to full erectness. 

"You're killing me!", he hissed.

I smiled, and continued to stroke him. His precum dripped from his tip and got on my fingers. I took my fingers out of his boxers and licked them clean. I spit on my fingers and brought them back to his erect cock. Soon his cock was sticking straight up through the little peephole of his boxers. I stopped stroking him long enough to pull his boxers off. I threw them on the floor, and with my ass in the air I took the tip of his cock into my mouth. I began to suckle it until I could taste more of his precum on my tongue. I spit on the tip and stroked the new moisture down his hard shaft. I took the tip back into my mouth and continued to stroke his shaft. 

I took the head out of my mouth and began to lick on each side of the shaft; coating it with my warm mouth. I went back to the tip, and with a relaxed jaw I took him inch by inch into my mouth. 




Lessons Learned Ch. 03



While I was working on his beautiful cock, I could hear Shane moan, "Ohhhhhhhhh Baby, that feels so good. Don't stop." he said.

I knew then he was almost there. His body quaked for release and I wouldn't let him. I backed off and rubbed his peehole slightly to control his arousal. I had full control over his dick. He didn't cum unless I made it happen. 

"I see what you're doing. Control this dick baby!" he growled.

I smiled and took him back in my mouth. I let his dick fall from my mouth and stroked more of the moisture I left from my mouth into his shaft. I took a hold of his base, spat on the tip and took his whole dick in my mouth for a few quick thrusts with my throat. I gagged a little; but I didn't mind. The taste of his beautiful cock was more important. I couldn't get enough. I stopped sucking him long enough to lift his dick up and take his balls into my mouth. I brought my hands back to his shaft.; and as I stroked him I also licked and suckled his balls. 

"Shit baby, you're going to make me cum!!" He exclaimed.

I returned my mouth back to his cock and took him into my throat inch by inch. I relaxed my jaw and allowed his dick to expand at the back of my throat.. He put his hand on the back of my head and moved it to his own rhythm. I gave him total control. I allowed him to feed me his cock. His dick began to pulsate down my throat. I backed up a little and began to suck and stroke his cock faster and faster. His whole body began to shake.

"I'm about to cum Baby!!"

After hearing this I began to suckle him faster. Shane began to tense up and before I knew it spurt after spurt of his cum began to wash down my throat.

"Awwwww FUCK, SHIT, I'M CUMMING BABY!!" Shane yelled. 

After awhile, his orgasm finally subsided and his semi-hard dick fell from my mouth.

"Damn Baby, that was amazing!" He replied breathily.

I licked my lips and replied, "Well thank you. I do what I can!"

Shane chuckled at this. "You want to come over tonight?" He asked.

I smiled at him. " More then anything." 

"Good. Let's go!"

We got dressed, he turned out the lights and we walked out his office hand in hand.

*

CopyrightÓ BBWLove 8369 June 2009

Revised 2010



Lessons Learned Ch. 04



He hung up the phone with a smile on his face. Sometimes, it amazed him that he had so much control over his geometry teacher. In his mind, he corrected himself. Miss Moyers was more than his geometry teacher. She was a horny bitch so deep into an affair with a student that she would never be able to tell him no. All he had to do was mention a phone call to the principal and she would be on her knees begging. He liked her being on her knees. It was where bitches belonged, he'd decided. Besides, she had a very talented mouth when she was on her knees for him. Listening to her fuck herself over the phone had his cock throbbing.

"Truth or Dare, Danny?" The voice that penetrated Jon's thoughts belonged to the girl sitting on the bus seat in front of him. She was on her knees, peering over the back of the captain's chair in the rear of the charter bus. Her name was Sonja and there were rumors that she was bisexual. He knew that Danny had fucked her two weeks ago. Danny had talked about it for two days afterwards. He had also been watching her and Tamara, the girl seated next to Sonja, for three days on the bus. Jon had decided the rumors were true.

Danny was seated across the aisle from Jon. Danny's girlfriend, Keri, was seated next to him. Danny rolled his eyes back in his head as he thought about the choice. "Truth," he finally answered, though Jon detected he heard a hint of nervousness in his buddy's voice. Sonja could ask about their encounter, which would not go well with Keri present.

Sonja smiled and ran her tongue over the front of her teeth as she formulated her question. Jon thought he could see Danny sweating. "If you could fuck any teacher at school, which teacher would you fuck and where would you like to do it?"

Danny smirked and closed his eyes. That wasn't a hard question. Every guy knew which teacher he'd like to fuck. It made geometry class go faster just to think about it. "I'd like to bend Miss Moyers over the hood of that sleek little Trans Am of hers and drive her till she passed out."

Jon couldn't resist a chuckle. He knew that Danny didn't have what it took to make Miss Moyers black out. He also felt a twinge of jealousy that he hid by picturing her ass pointed at him from the top of the car. He might have to arrange that position some time soon. He felt his already stiff cock stretch the fly of his pants but made no effort to hide it.

"I wouldn't mind a piece of that myself," Sonja commented, confirming their suspicions. Tamara playfully punched Sonja in the arm. The thought of Sonja on Miss Moyers caused his cock to jerk again and he grunted softly. He didn't think anyone heard him, but Sonja's eyes landed firmly on him. Her eyes moved down to study his lap. He dropped his hands to his side and allowed her to enjoy her view.

"All right, my turn. Truth or Dare, Sadie?" Danny said.

Sadie was seated next to Jon. Jon liked the girl, but unfortunately, she'd kept her legs closed for the duration of the trip. Before he'd started fucking Miss Moyers, he would have been embarrassed to have his erection displayed so prominently, especially in front of Sadie, but now he didn't care. In fact, he was hoping it would get some attention soon.

"Dare," Sadie said, surprising them all.

Danny and Jon exchanged a look and a grin. "Show us your breasts," Danny ordered smugly. He was practically drooling at the prospect.

Sadie hesitated a moment, glancing toward the front of the bus. Sonja and Tamara blocked any view the chaperones might have of them. She lifted the baby doll t-shirt up until they could see the white cups of her bra above her flat stomach. She gripped the cups in her hands, and then peeled them down. Her breasts were small and pale but her nipples were thick. She quickly covered back up. "Truth or Dare, Sonja."

"Truth," the girl with heavy black hair said in a thick voice. Her cheeks were flushed as she answered.

"Do you like boys or girls better?"

Sonja laughed. "That's not hardly fair, given if I answer wrong I might not get any tonight." She winked at Tamara. "Let's just say it depends on what mood I'm in, and who's available. Truth or Dare, Jon."

"Truth," Jon answered, his eyes locking with her dark ones. He thought that she looked a bit disappointed with his choice.

"How big are you and how long can you last?"

"I don't carry around a measuring stick, but around nine inches, I guess. And the longest I've lasted was an hour in a mouth, longer in a pussy."

"Bullshit," Danny muttered.

"Which one? I can show you my size right now." Jon unzipped his pants and pulled his thick cock from his fly. It poked against his belly, a vein bulging against the taut skin. 

"There's no way you can last an hour," Danny insisted.

"I know I can last longer than you," Jon returned immediately.

"Wanna bet?" Danny prompted. Jon cocked his eyebrow in acceptance of the challenge. "If I win, I get to drive your car all weekend." 

"If I win, I get to fuck Keri."

"Hey!" Keri exclaimed.

"Don't worry, baby," Danny said. "I'll win."

"Who is going to provide the services?"

"I don't think it's fair if Danny gets Keri. She might not give her all," Sonja teased playfully.

"I'm not worried about it," Jon replied. "I'll outlast him even without her trying."

"All right, I'll do you, and if you can last longer than thirty minutes in my mouth, you get to join me and Tamara later." 

Sonja had a hungry look in her eyes and Jon almost reconsidered his bet. Instead, he upped the stakes. "What if I lose?"

"You don't get Keri," she answered, winking at the red head sitting next to Danny. Keri seemed relieved. The two women exchanged a silent agreement. Keri would work slowly on Danny and Sonja would be fast on Jon. Even if Jon won his bet against Danny, he wouldn't lose to Sonja. "Switch places with me, Sadie," she ordered. 

They switched positions and Danny reluctantly took his dick out of his pants. He wasn't as aroused as Jon and knew he paled in comparison. Sonja and Keri maneuvered so that they could each access their partner. Sonja glanced across the aisle. "No hands. Just mouth. Tamara will judge." Keri nodded weakly. "Ready? Set. Go!"

Jon had to gasp as Sonja's mouth latched onto his cock. His heart leapt into his throat as her lips suctioned around his throbbing shaft. She didn't hesitate to work him deep into her throat. Her tongue curled around his member and her head began moving quickly. He bit his lip, his head slamming the back of his seat as he resisted the urge to groan. Beads of sweat formed along his brow. His pulse hammered as her mouth sucked him. He finally had to close his eyes and force his thoughts away from the powerful vise wrapped around his dick. He thought about the dismal season that the Yankees were having. He thought about how boring the museum they had visited earlier had been. The vein stood out against his temple and he wound his fingers in Sonja's long, block hair and forced himself to ignore her hot, fast mouth.

Keri took a slower approach on Danny. She barely had him in her mouth and was just rubbing her tongue around the head of his shaft. Her tongue swam in circles as Danny's member quickly hardened. Danny's fingers were curled tightly around the arm of the chair as he attempted to hold on to his orgasm. 

Jon had gained control of his body. He was breathing steadily now, his chest rising and falling gradually. He was enjoying Sonja's hot mouth on his sensitive rock hard member. He had missed Miss Moyers mouth this week. Sonja's mouth was different than his teacher's. It wasn't necessarily better, but she had a strong pull and her tongue never seemed to pause. Miss Moyers blow jobs were usually paced and rhythmic. Thoughts of Miss Moyers pushed Jon closer to the edge. He had to take a deep breath and find other thoughts to occupy his mind. 

Danny's control was slipping. His hips were coming up, sliding his slick member in and out of Keri's relaxed lips. His eyes were focused on her red lips stretched around his cock. He was grunting as his hips bucked into his girlfriend's mouth.

Sonja had Jon in her throat. She swallowed against him and was delighted to hear a slight groan. She knew none of the others would hear his silent pleasure. She knew he was going to outlast Danny. The other boy was moaning constantly as he attempted to win the bet. 

Jon's eyes drifted to the clock at the front of the bus and he latched onto the red digital numbers. He hadn't noticed it at the beginning of the contest, but the numbers told him it was now twenty-five after four. He knew the competition had been going on for at least five minutes and possibly as many as ten. He wished Danny would go ahead and explode. Jon had every intention of lasting thirty minutes longer than his buddy.

In the seat in front of them, Tamara shifted. She positioned herself so that both men could see as she slipped her skirt around her waist. She opened her legs and revealed her pink lips and a mat of blonde curls. She began dancing her fingertips up and down her swollen lips. Her eyes were on Sonja's lips wrapped around Jon's cock as her fingers slipped between the lips and began stroking her clit slowly.

"Fuck!" Danny exclaimed, his hips thrusting up hard as his thick cum shot into Keri's mouth. He jerked stiff and released a long, low groan. 

Keri sat up and quickly found a tissue. She spat into it, her green eyes full of fire as she glared at her boyfriend. "Dammit, Danny." She started to turn away but caught sight of Jon's calm demeanor. They could hear Sonja's mouth as it worked on him but Jon seemed totally unfazed except for a vein bulging at his temple. Danny was always quick on the trigger. She had known he would lose the contest and was glad when Sonja offered her an out. She didn't watch Sonja's mouth on Jon, but she watched him. She had done everything she could to keep from staring when Jon had pulled his long cock from his pants. He was bigger than Danny and thicker around. She loved her boyfriend, but she knew he played around. Suddenly, she wasn't sure that she wanted Sonja to succeed.

Jon's eyes never left the red numbers on the clock. He didn't allow himself to look at Tamara's inviting pussy. He didn't allow himself to think about Sonja's hot mouth. He certainly didn't think about the fact that he had won the bet with Danny and was finally going to get to fuck Keri. He'd wanted to get her since Danny had started cheating. His mind wanted to picture Keri bent over with his cock thrusting in and out between her ass cheeks. He also didn't think about what would happen if he won Sonja's bet. He'd never had two women at once. He enjoyed the thought of being between the two beautiful women.

His chest was rising and falling quickly now. His eyes locked on the bright numbers, willing the thirty minutes to pass. He could hear Tamara muttering softly as she teased herself. Sonja's mouth was getting hungrier and Jon knew if he looked down that the woman giving him such a delightful mouth job was watching her girlfriend's pussy. The clock clicked to 4:50 and Jon finally dropped his eyes, relaxing his control a little.

Tamara's pussy was trimmed to a line of blonde hair along the slit of her pink lips. She was holding her lips open as she played, showing Sonja her fingers as they moved against her nub. 

Jon allowed himself to feel Sonja's tongue. It danced up and down his shaft, stroking him as her throat squeezed and contracted against the head. He could feel his release building, so he closed his eyes and exhaled slowly.

He shot into Sonja's mouth the moment the clock showed 4:56. He filled her mouth with his hot, salty cum and was delighted to feel her swallowing his load. She didn't let up until he had finished shooting into her. Sonja pulled off slowly. Swirling her tongue around the head to clean up all the excess, she grinned at him. Immediately, she turned to Tamara, bowing her head and putting it between the blonde's thighs. She began lapping against Tamara's clit.

"Oh, fuck," Danny muttered again with a tense grunt. He attempted to cover himself but he couldn't stop his second load from soaking his shirt. Jon saw the look of disgust on Keri's face. He couldn't wait to see what kind of expression she wore after he finished with her.

"Mm, Baby," Tamara groaned quietly as a spasm raced through her body. She gently stroked Sonja's hair as the girl lifted her head.

Sonja lifted her head to her girlfriend. "I need you now," she whispered.

Tamara grinned. "No. You shouldn't have made me part of the bet."

Jon's cell phone rang so he stopped paying attention to the conversation. He suspected that Sonja would be begging Tamara before long and that was something he wouldn't have minded watching. He looked at the number displayed on the phone and grinned. It was Ms. Moyers. He clicked the answer button. "Couldn't get enough, huh?"



Lessons Learned Ch. 04



The car ride from the history building was comfortably quiet. Both of us were immersed in our own thoughts. I was still very upset with Sherise and Devon. I was also upset at myself for being so hypocritical about the situation. And to top it off, I was horny. The need to feel Shane inside me overcame all other thoughts. I felt that I'd been robbed of that exhilarating feeling that you feel when the one you love's cock is expanding inside you as he rides your body to climatic release. I wanted to make up for that loss as soon as possible.

"So tell me more about this ex boyfriend of yours." Shane asked. 

I was so deep in thought I almost didn't hear him.

"What?" I asked

"You know, the boy you just broke up with today. Tell me about him." 

"What do you want to know?" I asked

"Well, when did you start dating him? Why did you pick him?" Shane asked.

"I didn't pick him. He picked me." I replied.

"How so?"

I looked out the window into the night and thought back to that fateful day, "We were theater appreciation class together. The teacher wanted all of us to pair up for a project that we had to turn in at the end of the semester. He walked up to me and asked if we could be partners. He told me that he recognized me from a recent singing engagement I did for the black student union at the school. He complimented my singing and seemed genuinely interested in my ideas. We became instant friends and then it just grew from there." I replied.

"When did he meet your roommate?"

"It was on our third date. He was the first one of my dates that didn't look at Sherise like she was a T-Bone steak and he was a hungry trucker. I thought I had finally found someone who was immune to Sherise's charms. I was wrong. Because from what I hear, they'd been fucking for awhile."

"This roommate of yours sounds like a real piece of work." Shane replied

I nodded in agreement, "Oh she is. Devon may not be the first boyfriend of mine she's seduced, but I promise you this, he's definitely the last." I replied determinedly. 

Shane smiled and brought his hand to my thigh. He squeezed it lightly and replied, "You got that right . There's only one woman I want in my life and that's YOU!! Do you believe that Angela?" Shane asked.

I nodded, "Yes I do." I replied. I put my hand over his and squeezed it. We sat and watched the road in comfortable silence. After awhile, Shane brought his hand back to the steering wheel and with a more serious tone he asked,

"So what are we going to do about this Sherise issue?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Exactly what I said. What. Are. We. Going. To Do. About. This Sherise. Issue?"

Before I could answer him, my phone rang. I picked up the phone, answered it and an operator from my home security system came on the line.

"Hello, This is Aviator Security Systems. Is this Angela Monroe?"

"Yes, this is she."

"Are you at home ma'am?" the operator asked

"No I'm not. Is there a problem?"

"Ma'am the fire alarm in your home has been breeched. Is there anyone at your home at this time and if not is there anyone that you can call to see about your alarm? And if the answer is no to those questions, would you like for me to call the necessary authorities to check on your home?"

The operator waited calmly for my reply. I was in shock. It took me a minute to register what the operator was telling me.

"Wait, wait, wait a minute, are you telling me that MY HOUSE MIGHT BE ON FIRE?" I asked.

"What's going on baby?" Shane asked. I shook my head.

The operator continued, "I don't know ma'am. Something may have malfunctioned in the system and if that is the case then we can take care of it as soon as possible. But the fire alarm has been breeched and the necessary precautions need to be made. Would you like for me to call the necessary authorities?" She repeated.

"Yes, please call the authorities. I'm on my way home now." I shakily replied.

"If there is no need for the authorities, let us know and we will tell them to turn around." the operator replied.

"Thank you!" I replied. I hung up the phone and stared blankly into space.

"What's going on baby?" Shane asked again.

I looked at him and replied, "I need to get home as soon as possible. My fire alarm went off. Hopefully it's just a malfunction, but I have to check. The fire department has already been called to my house" I replied softly.

"Ok, that's understandable. It's normal protocol when the fire alarm goes off. Sometimes just an odd movement can cause the fire alarm to go off. We'll just go to your house and check it out. Everything is going to be alright baby. Ok?"

I nodded in agreement. I looked out the window and watched Shane turn the car around and drive toward my home.

As he drove, Shane returned his hand to my thigh and squeezed it gently. He was doing this as a comfort measure. But in the state that I was in, it opened up a whole new set of emotions. His touch was like fire Through all of my anger and frustration, I still had a need for his cock to be nestled inside my wet pussy.

I dropped my head into my hands and began to think. I began to run names of people who might have wanted to hurt me; and the only one that came to mind was Sherise. If she didn't burn my house down; then she got someone to do it for her. 

We drove in silence. The tension was so thick that you couldn't have cut it with a knife. 

"You asked me, what we're going to do about Sherise...." I stated

"Yes I did." He answered

"Well if this is not a malfunction and my house is actually on fire. She will have to be taken care of." I replied.

"Then we'll have to take care of that problem the best way we know how." Shane replied darkly.

I nodded in agreement. 

We continued to drive in tense silence. As soon as we were about a block away from my house I could smell the light tinge of burning wood. As we got even closer I began to see hints of oranges and reds. I knew then that there was no malfunction. My house was burning down. We pulled up to the house and saw that the fire department was already hard at work trying to contain the fire. 

I don't remember if Shane even stopped the car before I jumped out. Everyone in the neighborhood was outside by now watching the fire blaze higher and higher. The official was trying to get everyone to back away. I ran towards the house and tried to salvage anything in the yard that wasn't already destroyed. The official got to me before I could step on the grass. 

"Ma'am you can't be here. Please step back!"

"You don't understand.." I cried, "This is my house! THIS IS MY HOUSE!!" 

I continued to yell at him as I struggled against his hold to get to my house. His hold lessened and another pair of arms pulled me away from the debris. I was ready to fight this hold as well but then I looked up and saw it was Shane. I stopped fighting and collapsed in his arms.

Shane held me as the head fireman spoke, "We do understand that this is your house ma'am. We're doing the best we can. Now please come with me. I need to get some information from you." 

I nodded and both Shane and I went with the fireman to his truck. He took out some paperwork and began the questioning.

"What is your name ma'am?

"Angela Bianca Monroe." I replied faintly.

He wrote that down and continued, "Ok, are you the owner of this home?"

"Yes I am."

"What is the possibility of this being an accident?"

"I don't know. Hopefully it's a big possibility!" I exclaimed.

"When was the last time the house was inspected?" He asked.

"Um, about a month ago. It passed the inspection. Look, I have tried to keep the house up to code as much as I can. There shouldn't have been a gas leak, or anything like that. But.....I guess I missed something."

"Do you have any enemies ma'am, anyone who may want to cause you harm?"

I looked up at him suddenly, "What do you mean? are you saying that this wasn't an accident?" I asked.

"I don't know ma'am. We won't know until the fire is contained. But when it comes to fires of this magnitude, we have to check all angles. So I'll ask again. Do you have anyone that may want to harm you?" the fireman replied.

I looked down and replied, "No, not that I know of." I replied.

The official was engrossed into his paperwork, so he wasn't aware of anything that was going on with my face or body language. Shane on the other hand was watching me like a hawk. He grimaced at my reply, but said nothing. Tears began to fall uncontrollably. My resolve lessened as each piece of burnt plaster fell to the yard. This house was more then just a house to me. This was my last link to my dad. I felt like I was losing him all over again. 

"I know that this is hard ma'am but I have to ask these questions."

"It's fine." I answered blankly.

"How long have you lived at this address?" the official asked.

"I've lived here for three years. When my father died he left the house to me in his will."

"Did you live alone?"

"For the first year I did. These last few years I've been living with a roommate."

"Where is this roommate now?"

"I don't know. The last time I saw her was earlier today when I requested that she move out."

"Was there a disagreement?" He asked

"Yes," I replied

"And what is her name?"

"Sherise Harper."

"Is there any way we can get in touch with her?"

"I don't know where she is. She changed her cell number recently. She never gave it to me. The only time I was able to talk to her was when I saw her at home."

He looked at me with a sad expression. "Ok that's enough for now. I'm sorry for your loss ma'am. We have the fire contained and it should be out within the hour. I'm sure you could use some rest. We'll call you when we know something."

I nodded feebly. Shane shook the captain's hand, "Thank you so much." He replied.

The captain nodded. He gave me one last sad gaze and then he turned and went back to help the other firemen contain the fire. Shane walked me to his car. He opened the passenger side and helped me in. 

"I want to talk to the captain right quick ok?"

"Why? Do you think something's wrong?" I asked softly.

"No baby, I just want to find out a few things. I won't be long. I promise."

I nodded ok. I watched Shane walk over to the captain. I wasn't sure what they were talking about, and seriously I didn't care. Today was the worst day of my life. I was emotionally drained. I didn't want to talk or think. I laid back on the seat and drifted off to sleep.

Shane walked up to where the Captain sat doing paperwork. "JB is that you?" Shane asked.

The captain looked up at Shane and smiled. "JB Pennington, I knew that was you. It's me Shane. Shane Morrison, Jimmy's little brother." Shane replied.

JB gave Shane a once over, " Little S from Upshaw Drive?" he replied.

Shane smiled and nodded, "Yea, it's me!!"

"Get over here boy and give me a hug!!" JB exclaimed as he brought Shane into a big bear hug.

"What are you doing here Little S?"

"Well, I was on the way home to be with my girl and then this shit happened! What the hell is going on JB? Was this an accident?"

"Off the record?"

"You know it!!"

"This was no accident Little S. Somebody has it out for your girlfriend. My money is on the roommate. But that's just me." 

"Have you found the source yet?" Shane asked

"We think that whoever did it started it from outside."

"Was it by match, one of those fire starters with the bottle and rag soaked with bleach, what?"

"We won't know until the fire is contained. Your girlfriend got herself mixed in with the wrong types Little S. You better watch yourself."

"Oh you know I can take care of myself and mines." Shane confidently replied.

JB chuckled to himself. "Still the same Little S. Head hard as a rock." he replied.

"You know it."

"So tell me, does she have any friends?" JB asked

Shane laughed. "I know of one, but she may be a little out your league. She's somewhat of a music geek." he replied.

"Hey, I'm all for new things. You know those music chicks are the freakiest ones of all."

"Don't you think I know that? Where do you think I got that one from?" Shane asked as he nodded my direction.

JB and Shane high-fived and chuckled lightly. "I aint mad at you brotha." he replied.

Shane sobered up and asked, "So when can we know the results of the fire?" 

"I'll try to get them to you as soon as I can." JB replied.

"Thanks man!!" 

"No problem Little S. Tell Jimmy I said what's up and he still owes for that last bet on the Bill's game."

Shane chuckled to himself and walked to the car. He looked through my window and found me curled in up in a ball, sound a sleep. He paused, stared at my sleeping form and whispered under his breath,

"Who are you Angela Monroe?"

He shook his head, walked to his side of the car. He took one last glance at the firefighters working hard to contain the fire. He shook his sorrowfully, got in his car, started it and drove off. 

I woke up the next morning to my phone ringing. I was in a haze. For a second I wasn't sure where I was. I was still in my same clothes from yesterday but I was laying on an unfamiliar bed. Then it all came back to me. I was now homeless and the only clothes I had were the ones I was wearing. Tears began to form but I didn't let them fall. I wasn't going to let that selfish bitch steal my joy anymore. 

I looked at the room I was in, it was very nice. The bed was the biggest most comfortable bed I'd ever slept in. The big question was Who's was it? I could hear the shower running, the radio blaring, and a soft baritone voice singing the lyrics to Al Green's "Let's Stay Together." I started to hum the tune to myself. When I was in the middle of telling my imaginary man "Leeeeets, Let's Stay Together, Loving you whether, whether, times are good or bad or ..." I realized that the music wasn't blaring anymore. I opened my eyes and saw a beautiful sight. There stood the man of my dreams at the doorway in a towel watching me with an amused expression. I smiled and we just gazed at each other. No words needed to be said. 

"Good morning love, I see you're an Al Green fan!!" Shane said.

"Oh yes, you'd be surprised at what music I like." I replied

He chuckled lightly. He walked over to my side of the bed. He took my face into his hands and kissed my lips lightly. We gazed into each other's eyes and I tried with all my might not to cry but I couldn't help it. He brought me into his arms and held me in a strong embrace as I sobbed.

"It's ok baby, let it out!!" he whispered to me.

He held me for what seemed like hours. I would have stayed in his arms if it wasn't for my phone. It wouldn't stop ringing. I broke from his strong embrace and answered it.

"IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME!" the voice screamed at me.

"Hey Chessa!" I replied

"Where the HELL are you? And am I correct to assume that, that was your house on the news that was burnt down?"

"Yes it was" I replied softly.

" WHAT!!!!! WHY DIDN'T YOU CALL ME? YOU COULD'VE BEEN IN THAT HOUSE. YOU COULD'VE DIED ANGELA!! WHERE ARE YOU?" she exclaimed.

I shook my head, "Chessa, stop screaming at me. I know that I should've called you, I'm sorry I didn't call. It's just been really crazy. I replied

"Oh my God Angela, what the hell is going on? Chessa asked as she tried to calm down.

"I don't know Chessa." I stated.

"Sherise did this didn't she?" she asked

"I don't know Chessa? The fire department hasn't told me anything yet."

"Oh please. You know just as well as I do that, that bitch did this. I never liked her Angela.!!"

"I know Chessa."

"You should've kicked that bitch the first time, she started up some shit."

"I know Chessa."

"So has anyone seen her lately?"

"No. After I caught her fucking Devon and kicked her out on her ass, TWICE. I hadn't seen her." I replied.

"YOU CAUGHT HER FUCKING DEVON?!?! OH MY GOD!!!" she exclaimed.

"Chessa, You're yelling again!!" I replied as I brought the phone a way from my ear.

"Sorry, Sorry. This is just too much. How long had they been 'seeing' each other?" Chessa asked.

"I don't know. But it seemed like it had been for awhile." I replied.

"Oh suge, I'm so sorry. Are you ok?" "I'm ok. I'm very upset about the house, I'm slowly getting over the Devon/Sherise thing. If they find out that she was the one who started the fire there won't be a place big enough to hide her.

"Well, WHEN they find out that she started the fire, call a sister up, I'll get my daddy's knives and shot guns and we'll go hunting."

I smiled at the phone. "Chessa you have never been hunting!!"

"Hey, what better time then NOW to start!!"

"Very true."

"So where are you? Did you get a hotel or something? Was your car in the fire? Have you called your mother?"

"No, my car is at the school. I'm at a friends house, and no, I haven't called my mother.

"Angela, you need to call her."

"I know Chessa. I'll call her when I get off the phone with you. I promise." I replied

"Don't play with me. I will check if you called her."

I laughed to myself, " I'm going to call her, DAMN!!!"

"Don't curse at me. Oh who is this friend you're with? Hmmm?"

I didn't immediately reply. I looked and watched Shane brush his teeth and put cologne on. He must have sensed I was looking at him. He turned to me and our eyes locked in yet another lustful gaze. Francessca's talking brought me out of my trance,

"I'm waiting. Who is this friend that you're with? Please don't tell me you went back to Devon after finding him with Sherise."

"It's not Devon!" I replied. 

"Thank God!! Well, who is it then who is it then?" Chessa asked

"Chessa, I'll tell you when we go shopping. Ok?" I replied in an exasperated sigh.

"Oh you can believe that. I want to know everything, and you're not going to leave one little detail out!" 

"Ok Chessa. I promise to tell you everything. But I have to go. I'll call you later when I figure out my next move." 

"Ok, I love you sis. And I'm so sorry that this happened. You know that if you need anything I'm here for you."

"I know. I love you too suge. I'll call you later. 

"Call your mother!" She reminded.

"I will." I answered.

"Alright, I'll know if you called her."

"How you going to know Chessa?" 

"Don't worry about it, just know that I'll know."

"Alright, I'll call her. I have to go now, I'll call you later."

"Ok, I'll talk to you soon." I hung up the phone and looked up to find Shane still looking at me with that same knowing smile.

"Your friend is very worried about you. Why didn't you call her?" He asked

"I was a bit busy." I replied

"Hmmmm. So your friend didn't like your roommate either huh?"

"No she didn't. They hated each other. Chessa stopped coming over for awhile."

"It got that bad huh?"

"Yea. Sherise was always so disrespectful to Chessa. That was one of the many fights we would have."

"I see?" he replied.

"So why don't you want to call your mom? I'm sure she's worried."

"I haven't talked to my mom in over a year. She wasn't really happy when I moved out of the house to live on my own. Every since I've moved, she's been trying to manipulate in some way to come back home. I don't even think she knows about the fire."

"I highly doubt that. You'd be surprised on how fast news gets around"

I nodded my head in agreement. " In this instance, I hope you're wrong Baby." 

Shane left his stance from the bathroom and walked to my side of the bed. I opened my legs and he stood in between them. He put both hands on my cheeks and brought his lips softly to mine. I wrapped my arms around his waist and brought him closer to me. Our mouths opened and our tongues began to do a passionate dance with each other. I lowered my hands and undid the towel that hung at his waist. Before the towel could drop to the ground, he caught it. He kissed me quickly and smiled. He backed away from my reach as I continued to try to remove his towel from his grasp.




Lessons Learned Ch. 04



"I wish I could baby, but I have to take care of a few things this morning, like taking you shopping. And you need to get ready yourself. So go on and get a shower we can go." he replied.

I pouted slightly, "Can't it wait?" I asked.

He came back to me and kissed my forehead. I stole a quick glance downward and realized he was semi-hard. I reached for him and he quickly moved away from my grasp.

"No baby, it can't. We have a long day today. So let's get ready." He replied. He left from his stance, went to his dresser and began to take out clothing to change into. I stared at his backside for a few brief moments. All I could think about was how good he would taste. I could feel my panties soak up with juices as I continued to think of the naughty things I wanted to do just to his backside. I could see small beads of sweat roam down his back and all I wanted to do was lick down the path that they had already paved.

I got up from the bed and went to him. He looked up into the mirror and our eyes met. I licked my lips and he stopped what he was doing. I went behind him, kissed his shoulders and down his back. I raised back up and met his eyes once more. I reached around, undid his towel and let it fall to the ground. I took his dick into my hands and began to stroke him to full hardness. He closed his eyes and I watched his face become tense with passion as I continued to stroke him. He opened his eyes and met my equally lustful gaze once more. We stayed in the moment for some time and then I whispered in his ear,

"Would you like to watch me get ready for my shower?"

He nodded.

I removed my hands from his hard cock , walked back to the bed and slowly removed my clothing. Shane turned to face me and with his dick in his hand continued to stroke himself. When I was completely naked, I laid back on the bed, licked my lips and began to massage my breasts. I licked my thumb and index fingers on both hands and began to rub and squeezed my nipples to full pout. I licked my lips once more and let the sparks of pleasure run through my body. I brought my fingers to my lips and got them wet with a little more moisture. I caught Shane's gaze once more, opened my legs wide and moved my fingers slowly down my body to my waiting pussy. I continued to tease one nipple as I brought one hand down my abdomen to my swollen pussy lips. I separated my pussy lips with two of my fingers and found my pulsating clitoris. I began to circle it with the tips of those fingers. 

Shane watched me with hooded eyes. His breath became ragged as he heightened the speed of his stroke. I spat on my fingers once more and brought them back to my already dripping pussy. I rubbed my clit and allowed the pleasure to build up. I inserted a finger in my wet hole and brought some of the moisture I had built up back to my engorged clitoris. This made my clitoris come alive. I began to feel that familiar tingling at the bottom of my feet. Spark upon spark began to claim my body. I laid back on the bed and began to moan in ecstasy as I let the passion of my own ministrations engulf me. In between each stroke I moaned Shane's name. 

"I want you baby! Are you going to claim this pussy?" I moaned to him

"Oh yea! That pussy's mine!!" he growled out.

"Yea!?!" I moaned

"Yea, that's my shit. Show daddy who's pussy it is! Cum for me baby!"

The tingling from my toes moved up my leg and straight to my clit. I began to rub faster. When my motion got faster so did his. I was so close, I could feel it. My legs began to shake.

I"I'M ABOUT TO CUM BABY. MAKE ME CUM BABY. MAKE ME CUM!!"

"ME TOO BABY. CUM FOR DADDY!! TELL ME WHO'S PUSSY THAT IS!!"

"IT'S YOURS BABY!" I screamed out as I felt my climax build up to it's limit.

"THEN PROVE IT. CUM FOR ME!"

"FUCK, SHIT, FUUUUUUCCCKKKKK" I screamed as a violent climax erupted from me. My shouts of ecstasy was enough to push Shane over the limit. He growled out my name and shot out spurt after spurt of cum all over the floor. 

I was spent. I laid back and let the euphoria of yet another amazing climax wash over me. Before I knew it Shane was on top of me.

"I'm not done with you yet." He said huskily.

Our lips met and his kiss went from passionate to almost primal. He lifted my legs over his shoulders and without warning he entered inside me with a powerful thrust. I could feel his still very hard dick fill my vaginal walls. His thrusts were hard and fast; and I met every one of them with my own.

"You. Like. That?" He asked in between thrusts

"Yes Baby, Don't. Stop!"

"Is this MY pussy?" he asked.

"Yes baby, it's yours."

"You're. Damn. Right. It's. Mine!" 

He flipped me over to my stomach and positioned me on my knees. Before he took me again, he bent down, separated my pussy lips and inserted his tongue into my dripping pussy. He licked the walls and quicklyfound my clit. He licked and sucked it into his mouth. He moved from my clit and moved to my pucker hole. He licked it and inserted his tongue into that forbidden hole. As he tongue-fucked my asshole he inserted two fingers into my waiting pussy. I moaned and begged him not to stop. I began to feel another tingling come from my toes. I knew I was almost there. I think he could sense that I was there because he stopped his tongue action and quickly replaced is fingers with his hard dick. 

His thrusts were hard and fast. I felt like I was losing my mind. All I could think about was the hard dick that was pounding into my hungry pussy. My pleasure was building with every hard thrust. My orgasm erupted through me without me even realizing it was coming. The vibrations of my own orgasm caused Shane to erupt again. We waited motionless for our orgasms to subside. He moved from inside me and we both descended to the bed. He kissed my shoulder and moved to my side. He put his arms around my waist and we both drifted into a deep sleep. 

I was just beginning to enjoy my sleep when my phone began to ring again. Without thinking to look at the caller id; I answered it. 

"Hello?" I said groggily.

"Well, Well so you ARE alive. I was worried." the voice said.

"Hello Mother." I replied

"Hello darling. So, when were you going to tell me that you're house was burned down?!?!" 

*

CopyrightÓ BBWLove8369 July 2009

Revised 2010 



Lessons Learned Ch. 05



She stared blankly into the face staring back at her through the passenger's side window, fear beating wildly in her heart as her mind raced through the last few minutes. How long had Perry been standing beside her car, watching as someone on the phone coached her through an orgasm? Even if he had not seen the beginning of her actions, it would be painfully clear to anyone who saw her what had happened. Her skirt was still bunched around her waist, her thighs open, and her bare lips pink and slick. Her breasts felt heavy and her thick nipples pushed against the cloth of the white silk shirt.

Being caught masturbating in the school parking lot was embarrassing, but that wasn't why terror turned her blood to ice. If Perry knew that a high school senior, her geometry student and his third baseman, was on the other end of the line, she wouldn't just be humiliated. Even though Jon was eighteen, he was still her student. She could be fired. She could never teach again. Part of the thrill of the affair had been the possibility of being caught. Now that the possibility was a reality, she hated herself for being so careless. Without Jon's voice cooing to her, she could pretend that she had some control over her actions and wasn't a helpless slut to his touch.

Perry opened the passenger's door and slid into the bucket seat. He silently situated himself so that her eyes were drawn to the fly of his pants. He placed his palms on his lap to frame the tent stretching the loose sweat pants. She reached down to tug her skirt back into place, but his voice stopped her. "Leave it," he said. His voice was firm. She tried to read in his tone and in his face what his intentions were, but he faced the front of the car and gave no clues. 

She turned, placing her hands on the steering wheel of her Trans Am and waited, still feeling the leather against her bald pussy. His silence was more maddening than any action he could take. Her eyes fell back to the material stretched over his cock. She wondered how big it was, how thick it was, and how it would compare to Jon's. "Do you want to see more?" he asked suddenly, startling her from her reprieve. 

Her eyes flew to his face and her cheeks turned pink. The innocent act of looking did more to embarrass her than being seen sliding her fingers in and out of her wet pussy. A hint of a smile touched his face and she relaxed a little as he reached down and pulled his cock over the top of his sweatpants. Her eyes dropped to study the member standing against his stomach. He was not as long as Jon, but the heavy sack bulged at the base as if teeming with life. A vein throbbed from the base to the tip and she couldn't help but imagine running the tip of her tongue along the vein and around the swollen head. Her tongue glided along her lips as she stared.

He pushed it back into his pants and she resisted whimpering in response. He chuckled and the sound gave her chills. She closed her eyes and tried to form a coherent thought, but he interrupted her process. "All this time you were turning me down. Every time I asked you out, you came up with some excuse as to why you couldn't go with me. I wondered what you found so repulsive about me. I was beginning to think you didn't even like men."

"Perry," she began, suddenly wanting him to go away. She didn't like the tone of his voice. There was something sinister lurking beneath the surface. 

"I think you should crank the car and start driving, Miss Moyers."

She blinked at him in surprise, but knew she had to play his game until he declared what he wanted. She cranked the Trans Am, listening to the motor roar to life. He was quiet as she drove across the parking lot and pulled onto the highway. "When you started coming to our baseball games, I thought you had weakened a little bit. I should have known then that something was going on. A woman doesn't suddenly become a baseball fan for no reason. You would sit on the third base line and flash your legs. I thought it was all for me."

"How do you know it wasn't?" she asked breathlessly, attempting to appear nonchalant and brave at the same time. She heard the tremor in her own voice.

"I know it wasn't for me. I saw you get out of his car after a game."

She laughed nervously. "Who's car?"

"Don't play coy with me. I know you've been fucking Jon."

"Don't be ridiculous, Perry. I'm no idiot. I know better than to mess around with a student."

He reached into the floorboard and retrieved her phone. "Perhaps I should see who you were talking to. You dropped the phone. They might be concerned." She heard the soft sounds of buttons being pushed as he scrolled through the menus on her phone. 

"No!" she exclaimed suddenly. "No, no, that's all right." He grinned and her shoulders slumped. "All right, Perry, what do you want?"

He chuckled, sliding the phone into her purse. "You didn't even ask Jon who. You need to have a better defense if someone else catches you being indiscreet."

"Just tell me what you fucking want, Perry," she growled through clenched teeth, her anger and frustration seething. She hoped that the tears that were burning her eyes would not fall. She didn't want him to know how deeply he had cut her.

"Why don't you drive me to your house," he suggested casually, taking her hand and placing it over the stiff shaft in his pants. He stared out the window and didn't say another word as she sped toward her small apartment.

She trembled as she drove. She could feel the heat of his erection against the hand he pressed into his lap and hated herself for the tingling sensation burning between her lips. Jon had accused her of being a slut when their affair had first begun. Now, she was starting to believe he was right. She hadn't taken any lover but Jon since the affair began, but now she wanted Perry as badly as she did her student. She hated herself for wanting him. She loathed her own desire.

They reached her apartment in silence and Perry followed her up the stairs. He stood close behind her as she fumbled with her keys in the lock. She could feel his rod pressing against her through the material of her skirt. He flexed his hips slightly, moving against her. Her body pushed backwards, betraying her instinct to hurry into the apartment and slam the door in his face.

As if reading her thoughts, he placed one hand on the door over her head. He took the keys from her hand with the other. Pinning her body between his and the door, he opened the door deftly and pushed her into the dark living room without breaking their physical contact. She twisted away immediately and he tossed her keys on a side table as she turned on the lights. Nervously, she scurried about the apartment, picking up stray trash and flipping through her mail. "Do you want something to drink?" she asked, walking toward the kitchen.

"I want you to undress for me," he answered calmly as he settled onto the couch. He crossed his ankle over his knee and gave her an expectant, patient look.

She hesitated a moment, that pink tinge touching her cheeks again as she looked toward the floor. She struggled mentally even though she knew she had no choice. Perry held all of the cards in his hand right now. She walked back into the living room and stood in front of him. He smiled up at her, but it was not the disarming smile she had come to expect from him. A shiver raced down her spine. She brought her trembling fingers to her blouse and worked the first button free. His smile disappeared as he focused intensely on her. She freed the second and he could see the lace of her bra. The third button revealed her brown stomach and the fourth opened the blouse completely. She shrugged out of it, being careful to lay it across the back of a Queen Anne chair.  

She reached behind her, unhooking her lace bra and leaning forward as she pulled it away from her heavy breasts. They were pale and full and the dark nipples stood thick. She straightened, arching her back a little to allow him time to appreciate their beauty. In the back of her mind, she began to develop hope that she could entertain him and he would not tell anyone about Jon. That hope drove her as she reached to her side to lower the zipper of her skirt. He tilted his head as her bare hip came into view. The skirt whistled down her body to pool at her feet. She stepped out of the skirt and returned her eyes to his face. He remained expressionless as he took in her form. She was naked except for nude stockings that stopped at the top of her thigh, framing her white, smooth pussy against the dark material. "Nice," he said. "Those, too."

She nodded and placed one foot on the sofa near him. He glided his hand over her firm calf in appreciation as she leaned forward and began rolling the stocking down her strong thigh. She repeated the process with the other leg. She stood again, wadding the stockings and tossing them aside. His eyes on her made her warm inside, despite the nervous twitter clutching her stomach.

He stood and she could see that his erection had stiffened more. He closed the distance and she tensed as he lifted his hand to touch her, certain she would be repulsed by his caress. The touch was light, his fingers tracing ghost patterns over her face. His breath was warm on her cheek as his hand glided down the arch of her neck and over the soft flesh of her breast. "I knew you would be beautiful."

She leaned into his touch, turning her face toward his lips. She wet her lips, looking at his mouth as his fingers lightly massaged her breasts, teasing her nipples as goose bumps formed on her entire body. She wanted him to kiss her. She wanted to feel his mouth on her lips and on her sensitive breasts. Their eyes met as he turned toward her. She parted her lips in anticipation of his kiss. Instead, he pulled away and sat back down. "Beg."

She blinked blankly at him, the sudden change in atmosphere making her reel. He was relaxed, watching her with steady, intense blue eyes. He was leaning against the arm of the couch, his chin propped in his palm as he watched her. His throbbing member did not seem to be distracting him from tormenting her at all. On the other hand, his teasing was causing her to spin. "What?" she asked, prying her tongue from the roof of her dry mouth.

"Beg," he repeated the order. He leaned forward, almost snarling as he continued. "Beg me not to report your sordid little affair to the administration."

She shrank back, a chill descending over her body. Some of her desire was eased. This was business. "Please, Perry, don't tell on me."

"The only proper way to beg is from your knees," he announced in the same casual voice. He leaned forward with a sneer. "It's a position with which I am sure you are familiar."

Her stomach knotted again but she couldn't explain the tingling that went with the sensation. She knelt slowly, her eyes focused on his face. "Please, Perry, don't report me to the Principal. Don't tell on me. I can't help fucking Jon. I'm addicted to his cock. I crave it." She dropped her eyes to the tent stretching his pants. "I'm a slut, Perry. Please. I'll do anything."

With her eyes still fixed on his straining cock, she inched forward. He opened his legs as she crawled toward him. He placed his hand over his hard staff, stroking it through his sweatpants. Her eyes followed the motion of his hand. "Do you want this, little whore?"

"Yes," she answered breathlessly. She barely recognized her own voice. It sounded husky. Her tongue felt thick. Her body yearned to feel him inside of her. She didn't care how he took her, as long as he satisfied her soon. 

"What do you want to do with it?" he demanded as his hand grew still. It hid the bulge from her view, breaking the mesmerizing spell for a moment. She dropped her eyes, panting for breath as he continued his teasing. He reached out and tilted her head up. "Look at me, cunt. I said, what do you want to do with my cock?"

Her voice trembled as she answered. "I want to suck it. I want to lick it. I want you to fuck me with it."

"How do you want me to fuck you, whore?"

"Every way. I want you to fuck my mouth. I want you to drill me. I want to straddle your hips and ride you. I want you to press me against the wall and fuck me hard."

He leaned forward with a sinister smile on his face. "Don't worry, I will. I'll take that drink now."

He sat back, crossed his ankle over his knee, and turned on the television with the nearby remote. He did not look at her as she knelt in front of him with a blank expression on her face. His words slowly penetrated her brain, splashing cold water on her desire. Trembling, she rose to her feet, barely trusting her knees to support her. She took her time in the kitchen, listening as he surfed through the channels on the television. She was quickly losing control of her senses as the situation continued to spiral away from her.

When she returned to the living room, he took the drink without looking at her or speaking to her. She remained standing beside him, unsure what to do. She would have liked to have sat next to him and teased him until he needed her as badly as she wanted him. However, she sensed if she attempted to seduce him, her torment would continue. She didn't want to kneel. She knelt for Jon. She didn't want to appear submissive to Perry. Rather than submit willingly, she stood beside him, a defiant look on her face. 

She gasped in surprise when he suddenly reached out and drove two fingers between her slick lips. "You can be as bitchy as you want," he snarled, "but your body is betraying you. Get on your knees, fucking cunt." He withdrew his fingers and she knelt immediately, her eyes angry as she glared at him. He chuckled as he turned his attention back to the television. "Go ahead and glare. You aren't going to get anything until you know how to behave."

She dropped her eyes, hating herself for giving in so easily. He sipped his drink slowly, giving her anger time to settle and her mind time to wander. She didn't know if she could trust him. Even if she did give in to him, he might still betray her secret. By the time he had finished his drink, she knew she had fallen into a very deep hole.

"Undress me," he said suddenly, still not looking at her. Her head jerked up, startled at his words. Helpless to resist, she crawled between his legs and reached up, sliding her hands beneath his t-shirt to feel his flat stomach. She pressed her palms to the washboard and pushed the material of the shirt up as her fingers glided against his muscular frame. Her fingertips moved over his well-formed muscles and brushed against his small nipples. She pulled the t-shirt over his head and tossed it aside. She leaned forward and licked each of his nipples before dragging her tongue along the line of his hard stomach. She reached the waistband of his pants and lifted her hands to them, but he pushed her hands away, shaking his head. She read his silent command and her hands dropped. She gripped the waistband in her teeth and pulled downward. His cock sprang free as she tugged the material over his hips. Her eyes remained focused on the staff as she finished removing his pants. 

She leaned forward and licked the length of his cock with her tongue, circling the head and tasting the drop that had gathered there. Her tongue glided back down, circling around the base of his cock before rubbing his balls. Her tongue bathed his heavy sac and then moved back to his cock, gliding up and down the stiff rod. She lifted her eyes to his face. He was still focused on the television so she intensified her efforts. She added more pressure and began moving her tongue quicker. She licked the length several times, swirling her tongue around the head.

He shifted a little, signaling to her that her tongue was having a serious effect on him. She dragged upward slowly and closed her lips around the head, sucking softly on the swollen mushroom. She tasted his salty flavor as she engulfed him in her hot, wet mouth. He groaned softly, thrusting upwards to force more of his shaft between her lips. She adjusted, accepting his thick shaft as his fingers threaded into her hair. His fingertips massaged her scalp as her mouth milked his hard, throbbing cock.

She could taste the cum gathering at the head. His hips were flexing, the rhythm increasing as her mouth intensified. His hand made a fist, pulling at her hair as a groan finally escaped his throat. She suddenly pulled off, taking advantage of his distraction to scramble out of reach. Perhaps her mouth had driven him to the same point of distraction that his teasing had her. She could feel her heart pounding in fear and excitement as she waited for him to respond.

"What the fuck?" he growled, his eyes flashing with anger as he stood. He threw his glass across the room and it shattered against the wall. She cried out as he took a menacing step forward, shrinking back as the fear overruled the anticipation. He slapped her so hard that she felt her head snap to the side. "You fucking whore!" he yelled. She placed her hand to her cheek, feeling the heat as a thousand pinpricks tingled against her skin. She didn't have time to react more than that. His grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled it. Her head snapped back and as she cried out, he grabbed his cock and thrust it into her mouth, cutting off the sound of her surprise. The head popped into her throat and his balls slapped against her chin. He pumped his hips, his shaft slipping in and out of her throat. She surrendered, closing her lips around his rod to increase the stimulus. He grunted and she felt the hot streams of cum exploding from the tip of the head. He pulled out and coated her face with the sticky substance. "Listen to me closely, bitch," he snarled. "You are the one who has fucked one of your students, so stop playing games. You do what I say when I say to do it. Don't play with me. Do you understand, cunt?"

"I . . ." she began. He slapped her again. "Do you understand?" he screamed. "Yes! I do! Yes! Please, Perry!" she cried, cowering as he raised his hand again.

He dropped his hand and smirked at her, cupping her chin in his fingers. "I can smell you, whore. You need to be fucked, don't you?"

She thought about denying his impact on her, but knew her hard nipples and slick lips were betraying her. She dropped her eyes. "Tell me," he ordered softly, his tone and touch suddenly gentle.

"I need to be fucked," she said softly to the floor.

"Louder," he commanded, his fingers trailing over her cheek, then tilting her face up so that she had to look at him.

"I need to be fucked," she repeated.

"You smell like a bitch in heat. Do you need to be fucked like a bitch?"

Knowing what he wanted, she answered. "I need to be fucked like a bitch."

"Does your student fuck you like a bitch?"

"S-sometimes," she whispered, her stomach knotting nervously.

"I'm going to fuck you like a bitch. I'm going to fuck you till you howl." She felt her cheeks growing hot as he grinned. "But you made me blow my load, so you'll just have to wait. What do you have to eat?"

He pulled away from her and disappeared into the kitchen. She could hear him rattling around, so she rose and followed him. Meekly, she stood just inside the room and watched as he fixed himself a sandwich. He sat down at the table and looked at her. His eyes went to the floor beside him in a silent command.

She obeyed.



Lessons Learned Ch. 05



I was speechless. I didn't think she'd find out this fast.

"Well..... I'm waiting." She replied.

My throat immediately got dry. Talks with my mother always ended up being an argument. I was not in the mood, but I knew it had to be done. I cleared my throat and replied, "Yes Momma. It was my house."

By this time Shane was fully awake and was looking at me with a bewildered stare. He mouthed to me, "I didn't want to bother you mom."

" You.. Didn't.. Want.. To.. Bother.. Me..."

"No ma'am" I answered softly

By this time Shane had awakened. He turned to me and mouthed, "Is that your mom?" 

I nodded. 

"Ok." 

He got up from the bed and left us some privacy.

For a few brief moments I didn't hear anything. I thought that I'd lost her. 

"Hello?" I replied to the phone.

"Oh, I'm here. I'm just trying to figure out when our relationship went so wrong, that you didn't even think it was important to call me when your HOUSE BURNED DOWN!!"

"Mom, I.."

"SHUT UP!!" she interrupted.

"Mom.."

"Angela Bianca Monroe what did I tell you to do?"

"To be quiet." I answered.

"Then I suggest you do it."

I didn't say a word. There were a few more moments of tense silence and then she finally spoke.

"Angela you're my child, and when you're in trouble I should be the FIRST one you call, not Chessa, not Devon, not even Marguerite, ME"

"But Mom.."

"DIDN'T I TELL YOU TO SHUT UP. I'M NOT FINISHED."

"Yes ma'am." 

"I don't know where you got it in your head that it was alright to keep something as big as this from me, YOUR MOTHER!!"

"Mom, you and haven't talked in over a year. I know I should've called and I apologize that I didn't. But every time we talk, it always ends in a fight. And... I was so mentally exhausted yesterday. I hadn't called anyone, least of all, you."

"Angela, we have had our ups and downs but it doesn't take away from the fact that you are my daughter. And if something happens to you, I need to be the first to know. You could've died last night. You could've been in that house when whomever or whatever started that fire. I could've lost you. Do you realize that?" My mother tearfully replied.

Tears began to steam down my face. "I'm sorry Momma. I didn't mean to make you worry. I wasn't thinking. It just happened so fast." I replied in between my own tears.

"I understand baby. But you got to promise something."

"What's that?"

"The next time something like this happens, You. Call. Me. FIRST!! No matter what I'm doing, or where I am, I will be there for you. You may not think it, but you're still my little peanut. I love you so much Angela."

"I love you too Momma." I replied with a smile.

"Now, WHO or WHAT caused this fire?" Mother asked.

"The fire dept hasn't told me anything yet, so I don't know."

"I've kept everything to code; so... it shouldn't have been anything like a gas leak or something like that." "Where you in the house when this happened?"

"No ma'am."

"Thank God for that but I have to ask, where were you?"

"I was out with a friend."

"Devon?"

"No ma'am. Devon and I had just broken up."

"You and Devon broke up the same day your house burned down? That can't be just a coincidence Angela." Mother replied.

"It's not. I caught him with Sherise." I replied softly.

"I'm sorry. I think misheard you. Did you just tell me that you caught you're boyfriend with Sherise?"

"Yes ma'am."

"I see..."

"Mom, don't start."

"What the hell do you mean 'don't start?' I've told you repeatedly not to let that heifer in your house. I told you that she was no good and she was going to bring you down. And what did she do?"

"She brought me down" I answered softly.

"Exactly, she brought you down. I bet that you didn't even tell the fire marshal that she was the one that started the fire."

"No ma'am I didn't. I wasn't there. I can't openly accuse her of doing it without proof. Yes, I think she did it. Sherise is a mean, spiteful individual. But with me not being there, I don't know WHAT happened."

"Are you serious? Are you kidding me with this shit?"

"What?"

"Even now, when she has taken everything from you, you're taking up for her. She's not worth it Love. She's NEVER been worth it."

I shook my head in exasperation. "Don't you think I know that? Mom do you realize that she's paid her rent maybe five times out of the four years that she's lived with me. She's disrespectful and she's a whore. Devon isn't the first boyfriend she's slept with." I replied

"Why did you put up with that? Why didn't you kick her ass out?" she asked.

"I tried Mom. Went to Uncle Tony's law firm and everything. And they told me that since she's been living with me for over a year she has a right to that room and everything around it. And her rights double because she signed a legally binding contract. If I kicked her out, she could've sued me and took the house." 

"Are you serious?"

"Yea, so I had to tolerate her until the lease was up." I replied.

"So what happened yesterday that changed everything?"

I wiped my tears away and answered her, "I just became too much. I was tired of not having control over my own house. And before the house was burned down, I was prepared to do whatever I had to, to make sure that she never stepped foot in my house again."

"Well, you did the right thing baby." She replied

"If that's the case mom why don't I have a home anymore?"

"Baby that was just a structure. You will always have a home. What have I always told you?" Mother asked.

"Where ever you live, so will I." I replied.

"Exactly. You had insurance correct?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Well here's what we'll do. I know the some people at the Fire Inspector's office. I'll make some calls, see if we can get the report rushed a little so we can get it to the insurance office. They'll find that it was arson, you'll your money and you can get another house. Until then, you'll stay here with me and your sister."

"No mom. You know Marguerite doesn't like me. I stay there and it will be more chaotic then it was, with Sherise." "Angela this is not up for discussion. You will come home. You need to be around family right now. If you had never left in the first place we wouldn't be having this conversation....."

" Oh Lord, Here we go again..."

"Yes we are having this conversation again. You were just a baby when you moved out. You were not ready to leave the nest."

"Mom I was 20 yrs old. Most parents kick their kids out at 18. And let's be the truthful. YOU were not ready for me to leave the nest."

"Well I'm not most parents. I'm YOUR parent and I didn't like you being out there by yourself then and I don't like it now. Things can happen when your out on your own without family support. Your house burning down is proof of that. You need to come home where I can take care of you. You can't know, how hard it's been for me to not to have any type of contact with you. I've missed you so much." Mother replied..

"I Love you Momma and It's been hard for me too. You and I used to be so close, but then I moved and everything went to hell."

Mother chuckled to herself, "That it did. I just wanted to keep you close to me. I want all my children to be close to me."

"And we are mom. We couldn't be more closer if we tried. But you got to let us live our own lives. You have to let us make our own mistakes and learn from them in our own way. We know that you love us. You tell us all the time. But you can't live our lives for us. I realize that it was a mistake to invite Sherise into my home. I can't take that back and I'm going to have to live with it. But it's my burden to bear mom, not yours." 

"Well, you wouldn't have this burden, if you would just come home."

"Mom you didn't hear a word I said." I replied.

"I heard every word you said. And I realize something."

"What's that?"

"You get more and more like me every day. Independent as hell and stubborn to a fault. That's why we clash you know!"

"Mom we don't clash. We just are very passionate about our own thoughts."

"Child please, we clash. And the only reason we do, is because we're just alike!!"

I smiled at the phone, "I wouldn't say that's a bad thing. I wouldn't be the woman I am today if it weren't for you. I strive to be like you."

I could feel her smiling through the phone, "Now you're really going to make me cry."

"You might as well, I've been crying this whole time." I replied, as I began to tear up again. But these tears weren't sad tears.

She laughed.

"I love you Momma." I replied through my tears

"I love you my darling Angela. Don't ever doubt that."

"I never have Momma." I replied.

"Now to the next order of business.."

"Ok."

"Where are you?"

"I'm with a friend from school. He's been very helpful. He was actually with me at the burn sight. "

"Ok is this a 'Chessa' kind of friend, or a 'Devon' kind of friend?

"More of a 'Devon' kind of friend."

"Ok, I see some wounds heal faster then most."

I laughed into the phone. "Yea I guess they do."

"Can I meet this new friend?"

"Some day soon momma, I promise." I replied.

"So when should I expect you home?"

"I haven't said I'm coming home yet mom."

"Oh but you will. I won't have it any other way. You're my daughter and it's my job to take care of you. Maybe I overdo my job. I don't care. Your mine, I had you, I raised you, and I'm going to protect you until the last breath leaves my body. So deal with it. You WILL come home and that's final. And if I have to tear through the city to get you, I will. So, are we going to do this the hard way or the easy way?"

"I'll come home. But you know my schedule Mom. There are going to be times when I'm late coming home; or maybe not even come home at all. You'll have to respect that."

"Sweetheart you are a grown woman, I will give you your space. I promise. So shall I have Andreas come and get you or will you find arrangements?

"I'll ask my friend to drop me off."

"Alright. Then it's settled. I'll see you soon." She stated.

"Yes you will. And Momma?"

"Yes Baby?"

" Thank you."

"See you tonight."

"Ok, see you tonight."

We both hung up together. I looked up and Shane was standing at the doorway watching me. Our eyes stayed on each other for a few moments and then he said,

"Now I see where you get your resilience from. Your mother seems like a force to be reckoned with."

"She is. There is no fighting with her. She always gets her way."

"I'm sure she does. Is that what I have to look forward to in the future with you?"

I got up from the bed., went to him and wrapped my arm around his neck. His arms immediately wrapped around my waist.

"They say I'm more like her then any of my other siblings. So it's very possible. You think you can handle it?"

He smiled, "I know I can!!"

He brushed his lips against mine We stood in each others embrace for a few moments. I separated from his kiss, looked into his vibrant green eyes and smiled. "I have one more question for you?"

"And what's that?'

"You have had me for about a yr now correct?"

I nodded yes.

"When you first had me you were a little thicker then this. Did you lose the weight because you wanted to, or was it something else?"

I lowered my head in shame and replied,

"It's been really hard baby." 

Shane brought his finger under my chin and lifted my gaze to his, "How have you been able to survive Angela if you've been paying all the bills for the last few years?"

"I've just been conserving food and clothing the best I can."

" So you've had to starve yourself because of this bitch? Why didn't you say anything?" he asked.

"I was ashamed. I walked around campus like a confident "diva" but in real life, sometimes after I paid my bills I couldn't afford to eat much."

Shane looked at me with a concerned expression after my confession.

"Don't look at me like that.", I uncomfortably replied

"Well how the hell am I supposed to look at you Angela? You're telling me that you lived in almost poverty because of some of trifling bitch. How am I supposed to feel about this?

"Look , this is more my fault then anything. I should have asked for help and I should have kicked her out. And that was my poor judgment. I was thinking with my pride instead of my head. All I could think about was getting through so that I could prove to those who didn't think I could it wrong." I answered.

Shane brought me back into his arms and held me tightly.

"Well you're not alone anymore baby." he whispered in my ear.

"I'm here now. And you will never want for anything ever again. I'm going to make sure of that."

I separated from his grasp and stepped back, "Baby you can't fight my battles for me. I've got to learn on my own." I replied.

He stepped forward. "Baby I'm not trying to take your independence away from you. But you need help. You have lived in hell for almost three years now. Your house just burned down. I'm sorry baby but there's no more of you this just 'getting through' anymore. I'm in your life now and I'm going to take care of you. I'm glad you're mother called when she did; because if she hadn't you would be staying right here with me."

"I don't need your charity Shane!" I replied.

"Oh don't get it twisted, This isn't charity. This is your man taking care of his woman. It's time you got some good out of all that bad. I say this as your teacher, your friend, and as the man who loves you."

His confession shocked me. I was speechless. I stood there and gazed at his loving expression. Taking it all in for my own personal memory book. I memorized his gorgeous dimples that showed when he smiled, his gorgeous green eyes that shown bright as green grass on a sunny day, his strong jaw, and his perfect Roman nose. Instantly I saw how our children would look. Plump beautiful babies with their dad's hair, his nose, my eyes or even his eyes, curly hair, and my hips. I couldn't have been happier.

I into his arms with tears of joy streaming down my face,

"I love you too my love. Always." 

He smiled at me and took my lips into his. I opened up my mouth slightly and allowed his tongue to enter. We stood in each other's passionate embrace for long moments of time. It was as if time had actually stopped. I was the first to stop the kiss. I looked into his eyes and smiled.

"I wish I could stay, but I have to go home."

"I know you do. I'll drive you."

I nodded and replied, "Ok."

When my mom had hung up her phone she shook her head and allowed the tears of both joy and anger fall down her face. My mother is a control freak. When things don't go her way and we as her children don't do exactly what she wants she goes ballistic. This was the biggest reason why I moved out.

"Is everything alright Mom?" A voice said from the doorway of her study.

"Oh yes my child, everything is going to be just fine. Your baby sister is coming home."

My brother Andreas smiled at that. "Really?"

"Yes she is."

"How did you make that happen?."

" What do you mean, 'How did I make that happen?' I had nothing to do with it. Something tragic happened to her and she needs her family now more then ever. "mother replied.

"WHAT? What happened to my sister?" Andreas exclaimed as he sat down in the opposite chair from our mother's desk.

"Calm down, she's fine. Her house just burned down."

"WHAT!!" he exclaimed. "When did this happen?"

"It happened yesterday. We aren't exactly sure who did it, but there is some speculation." mother answered.

"Ok, who do you think did it?" Andreas asked.

"Her roommate."

"SHERISE? Why would Sherise burn down Angela's home? She lived there to. If she burned it down, then she burned her own home down as well."

"Oh contraire my love! Angela kicked her out yesterday. Apparently, Sherise has been sleeping with Angela's boyfriend, or should I say EX-boyfriend Devon."

Andreas sat back into the chair with a look of total shock. 

"I can't believe this." He whispered.

"I know, it's craziness isn't it?" Well we don't have to worry about that little slut anymore. Momma's going to take care of things this time. That little bitch won't know what hit her. She'll rue the day when..."

"Mom, I have to go." Andreas interrupted.

That took our mother back a little, "Um ok, is everything alright love?"

Andreas lifted from his seat and smiled his winning smile, "Of course mom, I have to take care of something. When Angela gets here. Tell her I'll check in with her when I get back."

"Ok Baby. I love you Andreas. You know that right?"

"Of course Mom. Talk to you soon."

Andreas quickly left our mother's study. As mom watched him leave, she wondered to herself, "What are you up to Andreas?"

Andreas felt the door close after his wake. He took out his cell phone and pushed a button in his speed dial. A feminine voice answered,

"Hello?"

"What the hell are you doing?"

" I'm hanging with my friends, what do you think I'm doing?" a female voice answered

"It doesn't really matter, I need to see you." Andreas replied.

"Can it wait? I'm in the middle of something."

"NO!!! I need to see you NOW!!!" Andreas demanded.

"Ok, Ok, Don't get your panties in a wad. Where do you want me to meet you."

"Our regular place in 15 minutes. And don't keep me waiting." Andreas replied.

"You can't talk to me like that, I'm your....." Andreas hung up before the woman could finish her sentence. He rolled his eyes and went to his car.

Andreas ran to his Mercedes and flew to the Monroe Towers; which happened to be owned and ran by he and all his other siblings. When he entered the hotel the attendant immediately acknowledged him as he went to the desk to check in.

"Hello Mr. Monroe, is always a pleasure to see you."

"Thank you Maurice, it's always a pleasure to be here. I hope everything is well!" 

"Oh yes sir. Everything is going smoothly!" Maurice replied.

"Is my room available?"

"Oh yes sir. And your guest just arrived."

"Excellent Maurice. I won't need the maid service till tomorrow and I wish to not be disturbed for the rest of the evening." Andreas replied.

"Oh yes sir, I will make sure of it myself."

Andreas smiled. "Thank you Maurice."

Andreas nodded at Maurice, caught the elevator up to his penthouse suite and the elevator opened to a candle lit apt. 

"Hello my darling!" a voice said from the hallway entrance.

Andreas turned and his eyes met with those of the woman he just got off the phone with. The woman who he just recently asked to be his wife.

"Hello Sherise! I see you've been VERY busy."

*

CopyrightÓ November 2009 BBWLove 8369

Revised 2010



Lessons Learned Ch. 06



Jon opened the door to his hotel room and looked both directions before slipping into the hall. He walked with confidence, the ice bucket in his hand as the plush carpet tickled his bare feet. If one of the chaperones saw him, he would say he was going to get some ice for a soda he'd bought earlier. He couldn't hide the grin on his face, though. He'd won the bet with Sonja and it was time to collect his prize. He looked around once as he neared her partially opened door and then slipped inside without fanfare. The door clicked closed behind him and he turned his head as Tamara waltzed by him.

The tiny blond was wearing shorts and a t-shirt and she did not look at Jon as she stepped into the main part of the room. Jon followed her, leaning against the corner as he took in the scene. He tried to appear self-assured, but he felt his heart rate increasing. Sonja had on a tank top and pink high-cut brief panties. He'd never been with two women at the same time, and despite the fact that the bet he won involved how long he could last while Sonja sucked his cock, he was as excited as a virgin.

Sonja crossed to him. She was a tall, dark beauty. The contrast of her dark skin and Tamara's light complexion was an intoxicating combination. Sonja trailed her fingers over Jon's cheek and leaned forward to kiss his lips. He placed his hand on her hip as he returned the kiss, pushing the tank upward to touch her smooth skin. His palm journeyed toward her firm globes, but she curled her fingers around his wrist, moving his hand away. She broke the kiss. "I make the rules," she stated in a husky voice. "You don't get to touch us until we come to you, and you can only cum once." She reached down and roughly grabbed him through his jeans. He wasn't fully erect but her hand caused him to stiffen. "If you can't follow those rules, you can go back to your room and let your hand take care of this."

She released him and quickly kissed him again before stepping away. "Sit down," she ordered, moving to Tamara. Jon sat down without taking his eyes from the two women. Sonja slid one of her long arms around her girlfriend's slender waist, pulling Tamara against her. Sonja pressed her lips to Tamara's mouth, her tongue dancing along the blonde's lips before slipping inside. Jon's eyes were riveted on the women as Sonja cupped Tamara's small breast through the t-shirt. When the outline of a hard pebble appeared, Sonja bent and sucked it into her mouth through the t-shirt.

Sonja pulled back when the t-shirt was thoroughly wet. She stepped away, pulling her tank top over her head. Tamara smiled hungrily as Sonja returned to sucking her lover's breasts through the t-shirt. Tamara combed her fingers through Sonja's dark hair. She cupped her girlfriend's breasts. Jon watched as Sonja nipples hardened instantly at Tamara's touch. 

Sonja's hand rested on Tamara's hip. Her fingers glided upward, pushing the material of the t-shirt away as her fingertips danced over her girlfriend's rib cage. She pushed the shirt over Tamara's small breast, breaking her mouth contact only long enough to reveal the small globe. She immediately latched onto the swollen nipple. Sonja's hand crept southward, slipping into the waistband of Tamara's shorts. Tamara arched into her lover's questing hand and released a small gasp of pleasure. 

Jon's cock had hardened. It was pushing his fly outward, the metal teeth straining to stay closed. He took a deep breath, his eyes focused on the two beautiful women standing in front of him. His palms itched to slide over Sonja's firm rump and cup Tamara's small breasts. Instead, his fingers massaged the vinyl of the chair arms. Sonja sank onto one knee, her lips dragging slowly down Tamara's flat stomach. The taller woman pushed the shorts down as her mouth traveled lower. He sat up as Sonja revealed her girlfriend's blond curls. She glanced at him and grinned teasingly before extending her tongue and dragging the tip through the forest of curls. She slipped her tongue between Tamara's pink lips and the small blonde arched her back and released a low moan that sent shivers through Jon. His fingernails cut into the vinyl as the urge to free his throbbing erection overtook him.

Tamara fell back on the bed, her legs opening wider for her lover's hungry mouth. Sonja slid her arms beneath Tamara's legs as she delved deeper into the small woman's warmth. Sweat beaded on Jon's forehead and upper lip. His breathing was shallow, matching Tamara's frantic panting. Her firm breasts were rising and falling as her head tossed from side-to-side on the cover of the bed. Her fingers were combing through Sonja's thick hair. Her voice was a constant song now. She was pleading for the pleasure to continue and to end in one breath. Sonja did not relent in her attack. Jon knew how powerful and talented her mouth was. He could still feel the lips wrapped around his shaft and the tongue swirling languidly as she swallowed his stiff cock. 

The image of Sonja's mouth buried in Miss Moyers' pussy suddenly flashed over him. He knew the teacher he had been fucking all semester would not tell him no to anything he desired. He had total control of her. She was afraid she would lose her job if anyone found out about their relationship. The relationship had moved beyond blackmail now, though. He was confident that she was addicted to him. Sonja had said she wouldn't mind a piece of Miss Moyers, so he didn't think he would have any trouble convincing his friend to participate.

"Fuck," he growled as the image almost pushed him over the top. Tamara lifted off the bed as Sonja's tongue carried her over the top. The wave crashed and she cried out her pleasure. "Fuck," he said again, closing his eyes to the image. He inhaled deeply, holding his breath as he attempted to gain control of his body. When he finally opened his eyes, Sonja was looking at him. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Tamara was a puddle on the bed.

Sonja rose from her knees in a fluid motion. Jon forced himself to relax as she shimmied out of her pink briefs. He allowed his eyes to travel leisurely over her full breasts and slim waist. Her mound was shaven except for a small patch of dark hair at the top of her slit. He could see her lips glistening as she glided toward him. He reached out as she came closer, laying his hand on her thigh. He sat up, gliding his hand over her smooth skin. He leaned forward, kissing her flat stomach as his hand snaked between her legs. His fingertips danced against her wet lips, teasing her opening as he licked each of her nipples.

She reached down to grip his erection and used it to pull him to his feet. He went willingly, not wanting her to apply too much pressure to his sensitive instrument. She said he could stay until he came and he had every intention of being inside both girls. He needed to keep the stimulation to a minimum if he was going to last that long. Sonja seemed to sense his desire for little contact, because she was vigorously massaging him through the rough denim of his jeans. "No fair," he managed to whisper and she chuckled, lowering the zipper and opening the fly.

The release eased some of the tension. He exhaled slowly as the purple head peeked out of the open V. Sonja pulled his shirt over his head. She used her fingernails to scratch down his chest, pausing to tease his hard, flat nipples. His hands cupped her large breasts as she continued exploring. They were soft and full as he squeezed gently and then pinched her nipples and tugged lightly. He bent his head to suck one breast into his mouth as his free hand slipped downward to cup her warm, damp mound. 

He slipped his middle finger between her slick lips, trying not to think how easily his cock would slide into her. He searched and found the hard nub buried in her folds and began rotating his finger against it. Sonja's fingers dug into Jon's hair as she released a moan of pleasure. He quickened his movements, wanting to push Sonja to the top. If he could exhaust the two women before he came, he could prolong the experience. He also hoped to bring them enough pleasure that they might change the rules.

He switched his attention to her other breast, his tongue swimming over her nipple, squeezing the hard button between his tongue and the roof of her mouth. He changed the position of her hand, using his thumb to massage her clit as he pushed two fingers into her canal. Her body shuddered and her hips rocked into his thrust.

Some part of his mind was aware of his jeans pooling at his feet, but it wasn't until a tongue began licking his thighs that he remembered there was another woman in the room. Tamara was on her knees, wedging herself between him and Sonja, and bathing his thighs and pelvis and stomach with her long tongue. Her tongue moved up his body in long licks. 

Jon's breathing quickened and he began twisting his hips in an effort to bring his fully erect manhood into contact with her lapping tongue. It was not hard for Tamara to avoid him. Sonja bit his neck and began sucking as his fingers sawed in and out of her. She growled low in her throat, her hips thrusting violently. She scratched his skin and brought blood with her teeth as she pulled away from him to throw her head back and howled at the ceiling. He felt her flood his hand as she crashed into the stratosphere.

He didn't have time to enjoy his victory over Sonja's body as Tamara increased the intensity of her attack. Her tongue had moved between his legs and was rubbing his heavy balls. "That's right," he muttered, hands on his hips, feet apart, allowing her full access. Her could feel the warmth of her skin and breath on his stiff cock, but tried to think of something else. When he could take no more, he reached down to pull her up, sliding his tongue deep into her mouth, swirling inside to taste her as he maneuvered her body in front of him. He reached down to tease her with his fingers but knew he couldn't take the time with her that he had with Sonja. His body was begging to be buried in either of the women.

He lifted Tamara's small body with his strong arms, his hands on her firm ass. She wrapped her legs around him as he lowered her onto his thick shaft. He slid until he was buried to the hilt, his throbbing cock surrounded by tight, hot muscles. He stepped forward and laid her back on the bed, placing his hands on either side of her head so that he was in the best position to piston in and out of her.

Her muscles gripped him. Her ankles linked behind him locked him in place as he drove fiercely into her over and over, each deep thrust punctuated by a deep grunt. He had lost his resolve to hold off as long as he could. His body was in charge as he slammed into her again and again. He felt lips against his and opened his eyes as Sonja climbed onto the bed. She was facing him, her knees on either side of Tamara's head. Tamara lifted her head, extending her tongue to begin licking her lover's clit.

Sonja's tongue tangled with his as Tamara teased her and she moaned into his mouth. The tall, dark girl made her way down his body, licking his hard nipples, his flat stomach, and dipping into his navel. He felt the tip of her tongue against his thrusting cock as she buried her face in her lover's mound. Each time she licked Tamara's clit, her tongue rubbed against his thick, hard manhood. "No fair," he mumbled. "Ahh, fuck. Fuck."

The last word was a low, long moan as he spurted inside Tamara. "Fuck!" he barked, his hips slapping hard and uncontrollably. He felt long threads unravel as his body jerked stiff. Sonja's tongue did not relent in its assault on Tamara's clit so he kept thrusting, hoping neither woman had noticed that he had cum. Sonja had said the threesome would stop the moment he came, and he didn't want it to end.

He leaned back so he could watch the two women. Sonja was bent over Tamara's body, her hips gyrating as she rode her small lover's face. They were both totally enraptured with each other and Jon did not lose his erection. He started pounding hard and fast again, feeling Tamara's quivering pussy muscles and Sonja's tongue against his shaft. 

The duel sensations caused Tamara to slip first. She screamed into Sonja's pussy, the sound muffled by her lover's skin. He scream sent Sonja over the top and she howled. Jon let himself go, shooting into Tamara's pussy again. The trio was trapped in an endless cycle of trembling lust and delight. When Jon came back to his senses, he was laying back on the bed. Tamara was asleep on one side of him. Sonja lay on her side on the other, her hand wrapped around his flaccid prick and stroking it slowly up and down. "You were a bad boy, weren't you, Jon?" she whispered in his ear. "You kept fucking my girlfriend after you came. That was against the rules."

The steady motion of her hand had him beginning to stiffen again. He hesitated to answer, unsure of Sonja's intentions. "What are you going to do about it?" he asked, attempting to hide the tremble from his voice.

She smiled slowly. "Bad boys need to be punished."

He was standing at attention again, but she didn't seem to notice. She was still stroking him casually, admiring his girth and length. "Are you going to spank me?" He grinned playfully. "Or just spank little Jon?"

"Not so little. Must be uncomfortable when it's hard and there's no soft pussy or wet mouth to put it in."

"Little Jon is the bad boy. He's the one that needs to be punished."

"Oh, he will be." Her hand fell away and she rolled away. "You can go now. I want to fuck my girlfriend again and then go to sleep wrapped around her."

"What about my punishment?"

Her chuckle gave him chills. "The punishment begins now, and part of the punishment is not knowing what it's going to be or when it's going to come. Rest well, Jon."

She turned away from him, effectively ending their evening. She rolled toward Tamara and began lathering attention on her girlfriend's breasts. He reluctantly put on his jeans, struggling to pull the zipper over his erection. He peeked into the hallway, making certain it was clear of any teachers, before slipping out. A glance over his shoulder before the door closed gave him a glimpse of Tamara gripping the headboard in her hands, her legs draped over Sonja's shoulders and Sonja's bare ass in the air. It took all of his resolve not to go back in and take Sonja from behind while she tongue fucked Tamara. However, she had indicated that he would get to sample her again. He didn't want to push his luck, so he hurried back to the room he shared with his best friend. Without answering any questions, he stepped into the bathroom, turned on the cold water in the shower, and jacked off thinking about all the different punishments Sonja might have in mind.

He fell asleep with a smile on his face, thinking about the second part of the bet and when he would claim the prize of his best friend's girlfriend.



Lessons Learned Ch. 06



When Sherise saw the look in Andreas's eyes her seductive smile dropped to a concerned frown,

"What do you mean baby?" She asked.

Andreas didn't answer her question immediately. He shook his head and chuckled to himself. He took his coat off, lightly laid it on the couch and rolled his sleeves up. Sherise began to feel uncomfortable and started to fidget with her robe. Andreas's gaze never left hers. He silently began to walk towards her. Sherise instinctively began to walk back.

"Baby what are you doing?" She asked excitedly.

"What were you doing today Sherise?" Andreas asked softly

"Well... Uh I was at school for most of the day and then hung out with some friends." She replied nervously.

Andreas continued to move towards her. 

"Hmmm, Did you see my sister today?" 

"Ummm, Yea. We kind of had a little disagreement about the house. But we got it taken care of. So there's nothing to worry about baby." Sherise replied.

By this time Sherise had ran out of hallway and Andreas was two feet away from her. Andreas's gaze was dangerously calm and it left Sherise with a very uncomfortable feeling. She began to look everywhere else except at him. Before Sherise could blink Andreas was on top of her with his hand around her neck, squeezing her windpipe. Tears began to flow down Sherise's face as she tried to struggle from under Andreas's hold .

"Baby, Baby Please Let me explain" She sputtered.

"You've had your chance to explain Sherise." Andreas whispered in his ear.

Sherise continued her attempts to loosen Andreas's hold. When it felt like he was loosening up, Andreas squeezed harder. 

"You've been fucking that little bitch Devon haven't you? And then you blew up my sister's house." Andreas accused.

"I didn't blow up her house, I swear to you. And yes, I fucked Devon. But you told me to do it." Sherise gasped.

Andreas loosened his grip on Sherise's throat. She fell to the floor gasping for air. Andreas left her side, went into the bedroom and began to undress. Sherise gazed at the contours of Andreas's back as he removed his clothing. She felt a mixture of emotions. She was scared of what was going to happen next, she was pissed that Andreas almost chocked her to death and to top it off she was turned on by the intensity of the moment.

Andreas got down to his underwear and turned to where Sherise nervously stood. 

"Sherise, I only asked you to make that "sacrifice" because I knew Devon was an asshole and he wasn't good enough for my sister. And to make something very clear I just asked you to seduce him not FUCK HIM!!! Which I hear you've been doing for the last year or so."

"What are you talking about, I haven't been fucking Devon!" Sherise cried.

Andreas laughed. He shook his head in disbelief and began to remove the rest of his clothing. When he removed his underwear he laid back on the bed with his erection standing up in full attention Sherise's fear turned into anger. She got up from the floor and stood at the foot of the bed. She looked straight into his eyes. 

"What are you laughing at?" She demanded.

Andreas returned her angry gaze with an amused one of his own.

"You're a funny woman my love. Very funny indeed."

"What do you mean?" Sherise asked.

Andreas' gaze swiftly turned from amused to dark. It brought a shiver down Sherise's spine but she tried to cover it with a strong stance.

"I know for a fact that you've been with Devon again. But I'm not going to hold that against you. I love you and I don't want to fight. Come here!!" He demanded.

Sherise was hesitant but then Andreas smiled and reached out his hand. All her fears washed away instantly when she saw his smile. She reached out to him and took his hand. He pulled her onto the bed and she squealed in delight.

The two kissed each other passionately. She opened her lips and his tongue immediately entered her mouth; devouring her tongue and everything around it with his own need Sherise lightly nipped his tongue when she separated from her lips. Andreas smiled and quickly positioned her under him. He lowered himself down her body. When he got to her thighs, he roughly separated them and gazed hungrily at her shaven pussy. He separated her pussy lips, lowered his head, and licked her clit in one fluid motion. Sherise moaned in delight. Andreas took her clit in his mouth and lightly sucked on it. Sherise began to wriggle around as wave upon wave of pleasure overcame her body. Her juices began to flow down Andreas's face as he continued to simultaneously suck on her clit and lick her outer walls. Andreas inserted two fingers in her dripping pussy. This added sensation caused her to moan in ecstasy.

"OHHH Baby that feels so good!! Don't stop baby, Don't STOP!!" She moaned.

Andreas lifted his tongue from her pussy but continued to finger-fuck her. He scraped her g-spot with every thrust. She moaned in appreciation.

"You like that baby?" He huskily asked.

"Oh yea baby, It feels so good. Don't stop!"

He inserted one more finger inside her pussy and began to pick up speed. He brought his thumb up to her clit and began to rub it gently as he continued to pleasure her with his fingers. When he realized that she was close to release he spoke,

"You like my fingers inside you don't you baby?"

"You know I do. Please don't stop, I'm almost there?" she exclaimed.

"Do I do this better then Devon baby?" Andreas asked.

Sherise lifted up from the bed with hooded eyes, "What?" she asked breathily.

Andreas continued his ministrations with his hands. She looked into his eyes and saw something she never saw before. Andreas's eyes were filled with lust but there was also a hint of danger deep within. A part of her wanted to flee from him but her body wouldn't let her. Before she new what to do an orgasm ripped through her body like a tidal wave. She arched her back and cried out his name in ecstasy.

"OH FUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK, YES ANDDDDRRRREEEEASSSSSSS TAKE THIS PUSSY!!" She screamed out as wave upon wave of pleasure continued to overtake her body. 

Before she could recover Andreas swiftly inserted his cock into her enraptured pussy. Sherise moaned in appreciation at the fullness of Andreas inside her. Andreas began a slow stroke inside her pussy. He lowered the straps of her negligee down her arms and took one of her erect nipples into his mouth. He sucked and bit on it like a new born baby. Any fear that Sherise had about Andreas vanished as she continued to enjoy the actions of Andreas's experienced tongue and cock.

Andreas switched to the other nipple and while he sucked and nibbled on the new nipple. He took his index finger and thumb and began to roll, pull and tug the other one. Sherise began to purr at the new sensations that Andreas was creating in her. 

Andreas stopped momentarily from his feast on Sherise's nipples and moved up to her neck and ear. He nibbled the soft spot between her ear and neck. Sherise immediately gasped at this new feeling of pleasure. Her pussy began to tighten around Andreas's cock as the beginning of an enormous orgasm began to take flight within her. She began to thrust her pelvic bone up to his, urging him to go faster. Her body was on fire and she needed him to fuck her hard.

"Baby I need you!!" she gasped.

He smiled at her and began to quicken his stroke. This faster speed sent her body into a frenzy of emotions.

As he continued to ride her body into orgasmic bliss; he lowered his head to her ear and whispered,

"You're a lying whore!!"

"What?" She gasped.

He repeated, "You're a lying whore. I know what you did. I know that you've been fucking Devon for the last year. I know that my sister kicked you out because she caught you with him, and I also know that you burned her house down. Didn't you?"

Sherise opened her eyes in shock. She shook her head in denial. Andreas brought his hand to her throat once more and pushed down on her windpipe as he continued to thrust in out of her pussy. Tears began to flow down Sherise's face once more. She knew that she wasn't going to make it out this time. She wanted to explain. She wanted to say something that could possibly save her life, but Andreas wouldn't hear of it. Andreas's cock continued to hit all the right spots and her body continued to betray her fear. She continued to shake her head in denial to everything she was accused of. But to no avail.

As Andreas continued to violently thrust in and out of her pussy, Sherise's legs automatically wrapped themselves around Andreas's waist. Andreas stayed by her ear and continued to condemn her,

"I loved you. I was going to marry you and you betrayed me. But. No. More. You will never get another chance to hurt my family again." he whispered menacingly.

Sherise went pale. Before she knew what was happening; she was tasting cotton down her throat. Still fucking her, Andreas took a pillow from beside their linked bodies and smashed it to her face. Sherise tried with all her might to remove the pillow from Andreas's hold. She clawed and scratched at his arm in an effort to get him to stop but he wouldn't budge. Her breath began to slowly leave her body. As she began to slip away into darkness her body committed one last betrayal and released upon Andreas's member. Sherise's orgasm triggered Andreas's orgasm. When they both finished, Sherise Harper breathed her last. 

Andreas removed the pillow from Sherise's face. Her eyes and mouth were still formed in a shocked expression. He checked for a pulse and found none. He closed her eyes and removed himself from her grasp.

"Rest in Peace Bitch!!" Andreas muttered from the side of bed.

Andreas went to the phone and made a call,

"Hello?" A dark voice answered.

"I need some help with something. Can you come to my suite?" Andreas answered.

"I'll be there shortly." The voice answered.

The two ended the call and Andreas went into the bathroom. He got under the shower and let the water flow down his body. He washed away any trace of blood, perfume, or anything else that would link him to Sherise. When Andreas finished his shower; he instantly heard a knock at the door. He put on his robe and went to the door. He opened the door and there stood a tall, dark figure in a long trench coat.

"Can I come in?"

"Of course!" Andres stepped aside and let the brooding figure enter his room. 

"Can I take your coat?" Andreas asked.

"That depends on what kind of help you need me for." the voice answered.

"Does it really matter?"

"Kinda sorta, this is my favorite coat."

Andreas smiled. "You're my brother Maurice. I'll get you a new one!!"

Maurice laughed and removed his coat. Andreas took his coat and hung it on the coat rack by the door."

"That reminds me, why were you at the front desk when I came in earlier? You're part owner of this place, there's no reason for you to be working the calls. I've told you that a million times." Andreas replied.

"Well the second shift person called off; so someone had to do it. And you know you got a kick out of me treating you like the boss."

"Whatever!" 

Changing the subject abruptly Maurice asked, "Why am I here? What do you need my help for? I'm going to go out on a limb and say this has something to do with that little tramp I saw coming up here earlier. Am I right?"

Andrea said nothing.

"Well let's hear it." Maurice replied.

"You're right. This has something to do with the girl you saw come up here earlier. She's in the bedroom and I need you to help me move her out of here." Andreas answered.

"Why? Is she so drunk you can't move her by yourself?" Maurice asked as he walked down the hallway to the bedroom.

"Not exactly." Andreas answered softly.

Maurice went into the room and saw Sherise's body lying still on top of the sheets. He went to her side and shook her arm to try to wake her up and nothing happened. He tried to open her eyes and saw emptiness. Maurice stepped back in shock as the realization of why Sherise wasn't moving occurred to him.

He turned to the doorway and there stood Andreas. He had now changed into some sweatpants and a hooded sweatshirt.

"Please tell me you didn't do this." Maurice replied.

"Maurice..." 

"Please TELL ME that you didn't do this."

"Maurice, I need you to calm down."

"You want me to calm down?"

"Yes, I NEED you to calm down!!"

"THERE'S A DEAD BROAD IN MY HOTEL AND YOU NEED ME TO CALM DOWN!!" Maurice exclaimed.

"Maurice, you don't know what was going on."

Maurice shook his head, "IT DOESN'T MATTER. THIS WOMAN IS DEAD!!" Maurice yelled. He looked at Sherise's still expression once more. 

"Wait a minute? I know this girl." Maurice replied.

"Maurice..."

"Yea. This is that fast girl from next door. Sherise I think it is. Wasn't she Peanut's roommate?" Maurice asked.

"Yea she was." Andreas replied softly.

Maurice turned to Andreas and asked, "Then what the hell were YOU doing with her?"

"We were dating for awhile. I asked her to marry me yesterday."

Maurice stepped back in shock, "YOU WHAT!?!"

"I asked her to marry me. And then come to find out, she's been fucking Angela's boyfriend Devon for as long as we've been dating. God only know how many other dudes she's been fucking."

"Ok, I get that, that sucks. But that is not a good reason for you to be killing people 'Dre!!" Maurice replied.

"Then there's more.."

"No mater what she did, You. Shouldn't. Have. Done. THIS!!!" Maurice exclaimed.

"You don't want to know what she did?" Andreas countered.

Maurice shook his head, "It doesn't matter. YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE THIS!!" Maurice exclaimed.

"SHE BURNED DOWN BABY GIRL'S HOUSE!!" Andreas exclaimed.

"What?"

"Yea, she burned our sister's house down and we did nothing to prevent it. We're here to protect our sisters from the evils of the world and what happened? Evil just walked right in under our noses and we let it. Shit, I've been fucking it for the last year. So you tell me Mo, WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO HUH? Was I supposed to continue to let that vile bitch continue her wrath on our sister? Hell no!!" Andreas replied. 

Maurice went to the armchair and sat down. He lowered his head into his hands. The two brothers stood in silence for a few minutes. Maurice was the first to talk,

"I didn't know about baby girl's house. When did this happen?"

"It happened earlier this evening." Andreas replied.

Maurice looked up at Maurice and replied, "I don't agree with what you did, but I understand it. This broad has had free reign over this family for too long. I don't think I would've went about destroying her as you have. But hey, at least she won't hurt another person in our family." 

Andreas nodded in agreement.

Maurice glanced at Sherise's corpse still body.

"What are we going to do about this?" Maurice asked.

Andreas looked straight into his brother's eyes and answered, "What do you usually do to evil? You destroy it. And after today we never speak of this again!"

Maurice nodded. Andreas went to the side of the bed where his brother stood. The two men took a different end of the sheet Sherise's body laid on and wrapped her body up like a mummy. After Sherise was tightly secure in the sheets, the two brothers searched the whole suite for anything that Sherise left behind. They went through every drawer and closet, they perused ever corner and looked under every bed. After a few hours the two brothers had collected everything that resembled anything that looked like it belonged to Sherise and laid it beside her corpse.

Maurice took the elevator down to the maintenance quarters, got a roller wastebasket and took it upstairs. By the time he got back to the suite Andreas had his coat and sneakers on. 

"Where to?" Maurice asked. 

"Downstairs we have an incinerator that we burn all of our waste. What better place then that." Andreas answered.

Maurice nodded in agreement. The two threw everything that they had gathered in the waste basket. The picked the corpse up and with one on each side they threw her in the waste basket. They got one of the tarps that came with the basket and covered her as they went to the elevator. They made sure that nothing was poking out on any of the sides, they pushed the button for the elevator and boarded it. Luckily there was no one on the elevator when the boarded. Maurice pushed "B" and the two went downstairs.  

The door whirled open. Andreas looked around and saw no one. The two rolled the basket to a closet-like structure with metal doors. It took both of them to open the doors. When they opened the doors the fire immediately roared to life. They quietly emptied out the receptacle. When they got to the body, Andreas picked her up at the bottom while Maurice was at her head. With one heave ho the two brothers threw Sherise's lifeless body into the fire. They stood there and watched the fire instantly incinerate her body to mere dust.

As they watched the fire get higher and higher Andreas said, "We must never tell anyone of this night. Promise?"

"I have no choice. Do I?" Maurice replied.

"I guess not." Andreas replied. 

"I'm going to the office to check if there is any video surveillance that may need to be 'reviewed.' I'll meet you back at the house." 

Andreas's eyes never left the fire. He nodded in acknowledgement. Maurice pat his back and left the basement.

Tears of anger fell down Andreas's face. He whispered in a low voice,

"We could have been something amazing and you fucked it up. I hope you rot in hell Bitch."

He wiped his face and left the basement. He rode up the elevator to the first floor and left out the service entrance. As he was going to his car his cell phone began to ring. He got his cell phone and looked at the caller id; it was his mother.

"Sweetheart where are you? I've been trying to get in touch with you. Angela is already home and since you and your brother weren't here to greet her; she was greeted by Marguerite and of course that was as disaster..."

"Momma I'm sorry. I had to take care of something. I'm on my way home now." Andreas interrupted. 

"Ok darling. Also, have you seen Maurice? I can't find him anywhere." Mother asked.

"I saw him earlier. He's probably either with a new flavor of the month or at the hotel." Andreas replied.

"I swear that boy works to hard on both ends. Well tell him to get here as soon as he can. I'm sure he wants to see his sister at some point." 

"Of course he does mom. I'll let him know." 

"Ok darling, see you soon." Mother replied.

They both hung up. Andreas put his phone away, got in the car and drove of.

Four hours earlier.......

Shane and I were still at his house. I was in the shower bathing myself with body wash that smelled like jasmine. As the water flowed down my body I began to hum one of my favorite tunes. I was so in tuned with my singing that I didn't even hear the shower door slide open and Shane step in. I was almost at the end of my aria when a pair of strong arms encased me. I squealed in surprise and turned to face my new shower partner.

"I thought you could use some help with some of the unreachable places." Shane replied.

"And what places would those be Mr. Morrison?" I answered.

"Well, this is an unreachable spot." Shane replied as he licked and nibbled the spot on my neck before my ear. I moaned in anticipation.

"And I can think of one more unreachable spot." he whispered in my ear from behind.

"Oh really? What's that." I asked breathily.

"Let me show you." He replied darkly.

He reached his hand down my body to my pulsating heat. He cupped my pussy and allowed the heat to overcome his hand. He lifted his hand, separated my pussy lips and gently began to rub my quivering clitoris. His gentle touch on my clit instantly became too much for me and I moaned to him,

"Baby I need you now!!"




Lessons Learned Ch. 06



Without pause Shane turned me around to him, lifted my leg around his waist and swiftly inserted himself inside my pussy. I wrapped my arms around his neck and lifted my other leg around his waist. He moved us both to the wall. His cock expanded inside me as he began to rapidly thrust inside my pussy. I moaned his name with each thrust.

"Oh Shannnneeeee. You feel soooooo gooood baby!!!

Waves of pleasure engulfed my body and senses. I closed my eyes and allowed Shane's indomitable presence to overcome me. I held on to him like he was my life line. My pussy lips latched onto Shane's pulsating shaft; he moaned in response. I was almost at the point of no return and then he stopped. He whispered in my ear,

"Turn around for me baby." 

I unwrapped my legs from his waist. I turned around and slightly bended my knees. In one gasp Shane was back inside me thrusting rapidly. He reached around to my front and began to rapidly rub my engorged clit.

"You belong to ME you hear me?"

I was feeling so good that I couldn't create an audible thought let alone a sentence. He got me to a point of no return once more but then he stopped. I moaned in disappointment. He whispered once again in my ear,

"You belong to me you hear me?"

I nodded my head. He resumed rubbing my pussy. I quickly returned to my pleasured state. I begged him for release.

"Oh take this pussy baby. Make it yours baby. MAKE IT YOURS, PLEASE!!!!"

As one of his hands continued to rub my engorged clitoris the other reached up to my erect nipples. He took one into his fingers and squeezed it lightly. The immediate sensation of his nipple play brought on my release,

"Oh Fuccckkkkk, I'm cummin baby, I cummmmminnnnnggg!!" I screamed. 

"Oh yea baby, take this dick, TAKE IT!!" My orgasm immediately triggered his own and he emptied himself inside me. We went though long moments of orgasmic bliss before we back down to reality. 

"I love you baby." I said breathily.

"I love you too." he replied. 

I turned to him and he took me into his arms. I rested my head on his chest and we listened to the steady beats of our hearts. Soon the water turned cold. We temporarily separated from each other while Shane turned the shower off. He opened the door, stepped out and picked up a towel for us. He held his other hand out for me and helped me out of the tub. He instantly wrapped the towel around me and we stood in each others arms once again.

We stood in each others embrace and it felt like time had stopped. No one in the world mattered except us. Suddenly my phone went off . We both groaned in disappointment.

"Do I have to?" I asked.

"Unfortunately baby you do."

Then the phone stopped ringing. I smiled and held him tighter.

"Maybe it was a telemarketer." I said softly. Then the phone went off once more.

"I don't think so baby girl!!" Shane replied.

I moved from his embrace and went to my phone. It wasn't a telemarketer; it was my mother.

"Finally!! What the hell were you doing? Scratch that I don't want to know. Are you almost ready to come home?"

I turned to Shane and mouthed to him "It's my mom." He smiled and turned back to the mirror to get ready.

"Yes momma I'm almost ready. We'll be there in a little bit." I replied

"Oh it's we huh? Do I get to meet this mystery man?" Mother asked.

"Not yet. You will later." I replied.

"Alright, I won't pry. But you do know that if you don't invite him in some time soon, I will.'

I smiled. "Yes Mother I know."

"Ok, I'm just checking. Well anyway. Your sister decided to stay in for the evening. So she'll be here when you get in."

"Neither Maurice nor Andreas is home?" I replied.

"Well, Andreas is on the way. Maurice I can't find. But it doesn't matter. Marguerite is here. You will still have a wonderful homecoming."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh come on Momma, you know she doesn't like me. I haven't talked to her in over three years. And when I did talk to her, that was a chore in itself. She has a bad attitude and I don't feel like it today." I said in a pout.

"ANGELA BIANCA MONROE..."

"Yes mother?" I replied

"That is YOUR sister and you two have got to start getting along. It's shameful how you two act around each other." My mother exclaimed.

I sighed in defeat. "Fine. But if she starts something with me, I'm going to tell her how I feel and a few choice words WILL be used."

"Whatever. Just get here."

"Yes ma'am." I answered. We both hung up. I turned and saw Shane standing there in stonewash jeans, a graphic tee, and a black hoodie. 

I smiled and thought to myself, "No man should look that good!" 

He smiled back at me, "What you looking at?" He asked.

"I was just thinking that no man should look that good!!" I replied with a smile.

"Well I'm getting a sight myself. It's been awhile since I've had a sexy woman laying on my bed in nothing but a towel."

"Oh really? Well what are you going to do about it?" I replied huskily.

He came to the bed, put his hands on my face and brought my lips to his. My towel began to unravel and one of my breasts fell from it's confines. Shane dipped down and took its peak into his mouth and began to lick and suck on it. I arched my back in renewed ecstasy. He came back up and took my lips into his. He stopped, looked into my hooded eyes with his own and smiled.

"I want you so bad, but we have to get you home." he said.

"We have time." I answered.

He chuckled. "What I have in store for you, it'll take all night. And we don't have that." He gave me a quick peck on the lips. "Get dressed sweetheart." he replied as he removed himself from my arms.

I pouted, "Ok, but you owe me!!" 

He laughed and went back into the bathroom to brush his teeth.

I got up, picked up all my clothes and began to dress. By the time he was ready, I was ready. I went into the bathroom put a quick comb and brush through my hair, brushed my teeth and then met him at the door. I reached up, kissed him on the lips, gave his ass a quick squeeze and walked out the door. 

He chuckled and followed out the door behind me. He locked the door and met me at his car. He opened the door for me and as I turned to step in he slapped me on the ass. I paused, looked back at his amused gaze and laughed.

He went around to the driver side and got in. He looked to see if I was comfortable and drove off. We drove in silence. The only thing I mentioned was my mom's address. His hand rested on the gear shift. I put my hand on top of his. He glanced at me and smiled. He took my hand and kissed the back of it.

"I love you baby!" He said softly.

"I love you too." I replied just as soft. 

We continued the drive in comfortable silence. I couldn't have been happier. Then we came across my house and my happiness slowly drifted into dread. I sat there and glared at the front of the house. It hadn't changes much since I left. There was still a brick road that lead to a huge white platform encased with six huge white columns. The lawn was still impeccably done. The old cherry tree still stood at the side of the house. There was still a swing on the left and the door was still tall, red and intimidating. My mother came from money so she made sure that she stayed in it. This house never felt like home to me. It was just a showpiece for our wealth. I hated it.

"Baby?" Shane called. I looked dazedly at him.

"Yea babe?"

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked.

I paused and thought about that question. " Did I want to do this?" No I didn't. But I new I had to.

I smiled back at him, "Yea baby, I'm good." I replied.

"Alright, well lets do this." 

He got out of the driver side, came over and unlocked my side of the car. I smiled, took the hand he offered and got out of the car. He leaned back on the car and took me into his arms and whispered softly in my ear,

"You know I love you right?"

I nodded.

"You know that if you need me for anything I'll be here." he replied.

I laughed, "I know baby!" I looked into his eyes and kissed him. He opened his lips slightly and my tongue quickly clung to his. We tightened our embrace. I vaguely heard the door to the house open. 

I heard a "Hummmph" from the porch.

I stopped the kiss and asked Shane,

"Is there a mean looking woman standing on the porch with her arms crossed?" I asked.

Shane laughed, "Yea, there is. Is that your mother?" he asked.

"No, that would be my sister Marguerite!" I replied.

I turned to the porch an smiled, "Hey Marguerite!" I replied.

"Uh Huh!!" She replied. She turned and walked back into the house. I winced at the loud bang of the door as it slammed behind her.

I rolled my eyes, "And so it begins." I replied

Shane put his finger under my chin and lifted my gaze to his, "Are you sure you don't want me to go in there with you?"

"Yea, I'm sure. I love you baby!!"

"I love you to." he replied. He dipped his down and our lips met once more. This kiss was short and sweet. Our foreheads met and we smiled at each other. I left from his embrace and walked up the path to the house. Before I opened the door, I turned and gazed back at him. We smiled at each other, I turned the knob and went into the house.

I closed the door and set my keys on the table by the door. "HELLOO!!" I yelled.

"Well, Well you finally decided to come in." a voice said from the side hallway.

"I'm not in the mood today Marguerite." I replied.

"Huh, I'm surprised you even came home, especially since you've had OTHER business to attend to." Marguerite continued.

I looked at her incredulously, "What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked

"You know what I'm talking about. What ever happened to Devon Huh? I thought he was the one. But I guess he was just another "one". You're such a slut!!" Marguerite spat at me.

"Oh Fuck You Marguerite, You don't know SHIT!! I replied.

"I know more then you think I do little girl. I know that if you had more control over your life, you're house wouldn't have been burned down!!" She replied.

Without thought I came at her head first and tackled my sister to the ground. Arms and legs were swinging everywhere. Within five minutes I felt two strong hands break me away from my sisters hold. I tried to get out of the hold but I couldn't move. Whoever was holding me had me in a strong hold. I looked up and it was Shane. I was shocked. We just stared at each other. And then I heard,

"What the hell is going on down here?"

I looked up and there stood my mother at the top of the stairwell with an angry look on her face. I looked at Marguerite and saw her torn shirt and her wild hair. Our eyes met and locked in an angry gaze. While I had Shane holding me back; her husband Ian was holding her.

"I SAID, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON DOWN THERE!!" My mother exclaimed.

Marguerite spoke first, "I was just welcoming my baby sister back and she went off the handle. We all know that she's never been a stable person." Marguerite replied sweetly.

"You're a lying CUNT!! You started this shit. Every time I come here you have to start up with me. I'm tired of this shit. As soon as I can, I'm getting the fuck out." I replied.

"Why wait? Get. The. Fuck. Out. NOW!!." She replied back

"Make. Me. Bitch!!" I replied

"Come over here bitch, maybe I will!!" She replied. 

I lunged at her. I didn't get far, Shane's hold on me was still very strong.

"ENOUGH!!!" My mother yelled.

We both stopped and looked up. I hadn't seen my mother this pissed in awhile. She walked down the steps as she talked.

"This feud has gone on long enough. You are SISTERS!! This is not how you should be acting."

"But Ma she star...."

She put her hand up to stop me. I closed my mouth instantly. "Angela I don't care." She looked us both in the eye. "Fix this or I will." 

"Yes Ma'am." We said simultaneously.

Then she noticed that Shane was holding me around my waist.

"Sir I don't know who you are, but I'm so sorry you had to witness this chaos. I thank you for helping my daughter." My mother replied.

"It was no problem ma'am. Your daughter means a lot to me." Shane replied.

"Huh, I'm sure she does." Marguerite muttered.

"You got one more time bitch." I replied shaking my head.

"FIX IT!!" My mother replied.

Neither one of us opened our mouths after that.

"And what is your name sir?" My mother asked as she came forward to shake his hand. He kept one hand around my waist and the other he took my mother's hand to shake.

"Shane Morrison ma'am. I'm a friend of Angela's from school."

"Ah so you're THE friend. Very nice. I must say you are breath of fresh air from the other dead beats she's bought to the house." Mother replied

"Well thank you Ms. Monroe." Shane answered nervously.

"Please call me Estelle." My mother replied.

I looked at them and saw my mother give her best flirtatious smile.

"Ok, This is just getting out of hand. I'm not here 10min and I get in a fight with my sister, and my mother is flirting with my boyfriend. This is awesome. I wish I could stay, but I see that I can't. Excuse me." I replied to Shane.

He looked down at me. "I'm not letting you go." he answered

"Oh Please let her go. If she wants to go, who are we to stop her?" Marguerite replied with a smile.

"Let me go Shane, I'm tired of this bitch." I replied

Shane held me tighter. He looked at her with cold eyes and replied, "It's Marguerite right? Why don't you crawl back to your little hovel and leave my girl alone."

"Eh dude, Don't talk to my wife like that. Everything was fine until your girl came up in here starting shit." Marguerite's husband Ian piped in.

"Dude, who the fuck are you? You weren't there?" Shane replied.

Ian stepped forward, "I didn't have to be there. I know my baby!" he replied.

"Thank you baby!!" Marguerite replied. She relaxed her stance and laid back into his embrace.

"And anyway who the fuck are you? You weren't there either." Ian countered.

"I was right outside. Your wife started this. I heard her do it.." Shane answered.

"You were outside?" I asked thoughtfully.

He turned to me with caring eyes, "Of course I was. I wanted to make sure that you were alright."

I smiled at him. And when our eyes met it was like time had stopped once more. 

He mouthed softly, "I love you."

I turned around and wrapped my arms around Shane and held him close.

"Awwww, isn't that precious!!!" Marguerite replied sarcastically.

I turned to my mother. "I'm tired of her. I'm not staying here if she is." I replied.

"Oh you're staying. " She replied. She looked at us back and forth. "You both are."

"I'm not staying Mom. Thank you for the thought. But this isn't going to work." I turned to leave with Shane at my back.

"Angela Bianca Monroe, Don't you turn your back on ME!! You will stay here. This is your home. And If I say that you're staying , YOU'RE STAYING!! I don't care what happened here before. All I know, is that if you leave out that door I WILL come after you. If I have to sedate you to bring you back, I will. So what you need to do, is say goodbye to your friend and get your ass upstairs to your room." 

I looked into her determined eyes and replied.

"Fine."

"Thank you. " She replied. Then she turned and saw Marguerite's smiling face.

"I don't know what you're so happy about. You're a grown woman, and you're acting like a child. You should be ashamed of yourself." She replied.

Marguerite's face fell. 

"Now Estelle.." Ian interrupted

"Ian don't get into this." Mother replied.

Marguerite touched Ian's face lovingly. He looked down at her with an equally loving gaze. 

"It's ok baby. Let's just go upstairs." She replied

"You're sure?" 

"I'm sure." She replied.

She took his hand and they walked up the steps. When she got half way she turned, gave me one last gaze and mouthed, "This ain't over."

"Bring it!!" I mouthed back. 

Marguerite and her husband turned around, walked up the rest of the steps, past our mother without a word and disappeared down the hallway.

We all watched them leave. When they left my mother turned to me and replied,

"Now say goodbye to your friend and I'll meet you in your room."

"Alright."

"Thank you." She replied

My mother smiled at Shane and then went up the stairwell to her office.

Shane took my hand and went outside.

"You alright?" He asked as he turned me to face him.

I sighed to myself, "I'm ok. At least I know you got my back." I smilingly replied.

He dipped his forehead to mine. "Always!! Never question that!!"

I wrapped my arms around his waist and just held him.

"Don't go." I whispered

"I don't want to baby, but I have to. You're mom kind of scares me." He replied

We both burst into laughter.

"She scares us all." I replied in between my laughter.

"I can see that." He replied.

"I'm coming back tomorrow to get you and we're going shopping." Shane replied

"Baby you don't have to do that." I replied.

"Now Angela don't start with me. I'm your man and I'm going to take care of you whether you like it or not. So be ready early. I want to spend the whole day with you. No questions asked."

I smiled, "You're too good to me. Thank you....for everything!!"

"My pleasure." Shane replied.

He took me further into his arms and our lips met. We simultaneously opened our mouths and our tongues clung to each other instantly. His kiss took my breath away once again. And then it was over. He stepped back from my embrace and we gazed lovingly at each other for a few brief moments. 

"I love you baby!!" 

"I love you!" I replied back.

He turned and walked to his car. I stood on the porch and watched the his car drive off. As he drove off a Black Mercedes drove in and took his place. A hooded figure stepped out of the drivers side.

I laughed to myself. "You know you shouldn't dress like that, people might think that you're up to no good."

"Maybe I am, you never know!" the hooded figure replied.

"Yea I'm sure of it Andreas. You play too much!!" I laughed as I ran down the path to hug my brother.

He held me close in his arms. "You never know little sister. I might surprise you yet!!"

*

CopyrightÓ December 2009 BBWLove 8369

Revised 2010



Lessons Learned Ch. 07



"I'm sure I would be surprised by you Andreas!" I replied as we continued our embrace.

"I've missed you!" I whispered and then kissed his cheek.

He smiled at me and returned a kiss to my cheek, "It's been too long you know!" 

"I know." I replied.

We turned, wrapped our arm around each other and walked up the pathway to the house.

"So tell me about this new boyfriend of yours." Andreas replied.

I chuckled to myself. "His name is Shane and he's...well.... he's just wonderful" I replied. 

"Oh really!!"

"Well not as wonderful as my big brother..." I replied

"Uh Huh!?!?"

"But he's a good man and... I think he'll make me happy." I replied

We got to the front stoop of the house. Andreas turned and looked into my eyes. I wasn't sure what he was looking for and his stern expression was making me nervous. But then his expression softened and he smiled at me. He took me into another strong embrace.

"All I really want it for you to be happy. And if this 'Shane' makes you happy then I'm happy for you!" Andreas replied softly.

I smiled and hugged him tighter. "I love you Andreas!" I whispered

"I love you too Peanut!" He replied

I laughed at the endearment that everyone called me. We separated from each other and stepped into the house. As we were hanging our coats on the rack, I turned to Andreas and asked, "So what happened to that new girl you were talking to?"

Andreas shrugged, "I didn't work out as I would've liked, but hey what can you do?" he replied.

"Very true!" I replied 

"Well, Well, I see you've finally decided to grace us with your presence." A voice replied from behind us. We looked up and there was Marguerite standing at the top of the steps looking down a us.

I rolled my eyes. Andreas smiled, "Always a pleasure to see you to Marguerite." Andreas replied.

"Yea, whatever." She replied. She looked at me, "Angela, Momma wants to see you. I suggest you go to her!" She looked at both Andreas and I with one last contemptuous look, rolled her eyes and walked to her room.

Both Andreas and I were quiet until she was out of ear shot. We looked at each other and bust out laughing. We laughed so hard tears began to fall. "Why does she hate me so much?" I asked in between my tears.

"She doesn't hate you. Marguerite is just being Marguerite." Andreas answered

"But she's not like that with you and Mo. What did I do?" I asked.

"I don't know suge. But you know what I do know?" Andreas asked.

I smiled. "What's that?" I asked.

He took me into his embrace. "I know that I love you. And that's all I need to know!!" he replied.

"Yes Aaron Neville!!" I replied. 

"Oh you're mocking me now. I got you." Andreas replied as he brought his arms from around my back to around my neck. 

"You won't be saying that when the Mr. Noogster comes in to town." he replied.

"No! No! No! Not Mr. Noogster." I replied. Before I could register what was going on, Andreas put me in a headlock and begin to rub my head rapidly with his knuckles.

I yelped in frustration. He let go of his hold and I pushed him away. He laughed at my angry stare. I couldn't help but smile. I patted my hair back down into place.

"I hate you." I replied.

"No you don't!!" he replied confidently.

"No I don't, but still." 

We both laughed. After we sobered up I asked,

"But for real Andreas, What do I do about Marguerite? I'm going to be living here for awhile. I can't, no, I'm not going to live in a house with someone who doesn't respect me or even like me for that matter. Not again!!!" I replied.

Andreas walked to me and put his hands on both my shoulders. His eyes looked deep into mine and he replied, "Angela this is not like before. You have support this time. If it gets too much with Marguerite staying here then come to the hotel. We have suites available to all of the Monroe children. You don't have to go at this alone. Ok?"

I nodded.

"And you know I got your back right?"

I nodded again.

"Good. Then calm down. You're home now, and I for one am happy you're here."

"As am I!!" a deep voice replied from behind us.

I looked and there standing at the door was my oldest brother Maurice. An enormous smile came across my face. I stepped from Andreas and ran into his open arms. 

"I'm so glad to see you suge." I replied softly in his ear. 

I held on to him for a few golden moments. As I held him, Maurice looked up at Andreas and the two nodded at each other. 

I stepped away from his embrace, gazed at both my brothers and realized just how extremely handsome they both are.

There's Andreas who stands at 6 foot 3, with broad shoulders, a lean torso, and strong athletic legs that stay conditioned due to his daily five-mile morning run. His hair is in dreads which are twisted to perfection with blond tips. They almost reach his waist. He keeps them in a neat ponytail. He has smooth mocha colored skin and vibrant blue green eyes. He gets his eyes from our father.

He has no facial hair. He stays clean shaven at all times. I remember when he tried to grow facial hair. The hair grew in patches and made him look like a hobo. We teased him about it constantly so he immediately shaved and refused to grow facial hair ever again. Andreas has a strong chin that is chiseled to perfection. In truth he doesn't need facial hair; he's perfect without it. 

He stood there dressed in stone washed jeans, a white v-neck t-shirt, a coal gray, v-neck sweater and some timberlands. I was surprised by this, because usually Andreas is in some sort of designer suit but today was a casual day. 

My brother Maurice stands at 6foot 7. His torso is bigger then Andreas's. Maurice is a retired overseas professional football player. He career ended when he fractured his knee. Even though he stopped playing football, he still keeps the same workout regiment of a seasoned athlete. He has broad shoulders, a strong muscular torso, and long, sculpted legs. He keep his hair cut short to his head. He has hazel eyes and a strong, chiseled jaw line. Unlike Andreas, Maurice has facial hair. He keeps it trimmed down to the mustache/goatee combo. Tonight he's dressed in black slacks that cuffed at the end, a wool turtleneck, and black loafers. 

I smiled to myself wondering how I could have come from this family of Greek gods and goddesses. Even Marguerite's drop dead gorgeous. If she didn't always look so mean and go around with an attitude many more people other then her husband would see it.

She stands at 5'10, with a heart-shaped face, light caramel skin, big brown eyes with lashes to match, small breasts that barely make a B cup, a slim waist, long curly hair that she keeps no longer then to her neck, long graceful legs, and a big bubble butt. Marguerite looks like the dancer she should've been. She gave up that dream for another one. She is a renowned marital therapist. She has a beautiful baby boy and a husband who loves her. Truthfully, I believe she's happier with this dream.

I seriously don't know where I got my looks from. I've asked my mom many times if I was adopted and she swears I'm not. She says all of us come from the same mother and father. My older brothers and sister got their looks from our dad's side of the family. I got my looks from my mom's side. I'm shorter then everyone; standing at 5'6 (as said before) , with smooth dark chocolate, brown eyes and lashes to match as well, slim waist, but the muscle that could have been for long legs decided to stop at my ass. I have a round butt the pokes out like a pear. My legs are nice, but they're short and I have large full breasts. I truly believe that I'm beautiful, but nothing can compare to my siblings. Even though I look the absolute opposite of my brothers and sister; they never made me feel like an outcast. They've always made me feel beautiful.

I must have been in my thoughts for awhile because Maurice asked,

"What're you looking at Peanut? Do we have crap on our faces?" Both men laughed . I shook my head and laughed with them. 

"No, I was just thinking about how you guys look like tall beautiful trees and I look like an acorn." I replied.

Maurice brought me into another embrace., "Awwwww come on Peanut, there aint nothing wrong with your looks. You're beautiful!!"

"You have to say that because I'm your sister." I replied muffled in the crook of his arm. 

He laughed a rich baritone laugh, "Yea you're right, but that doesn't make it any less true." He replied.

I playfully pushed him away, "You play too much!!" I replied. He brought me back and put me in a light headlock. I began to playfully hit his arm to get him to let go.

Andreas stood on the steps and laughed till he cried.

"Alright you two, that's enough!!" A voice said from behind us. 

I looked up and there was our mother. This time she was smiling. I looked at my mother for a brief moment and realized just how beautiful she was. She was almost sixty and could easily pass as one of our sisters. She was my same smooth, dark chocolate complexion. She carried mine and Marguerites eye color, but she was built more like Marguerite; tall and lean. She had a heart shaped face but she and I had the same full, pouty lips. She claims that she had a similar build to mine when she was younger. Proof of that still remains to be seen. 

She stood at the top of the steps in her house coat. It was silk and had ostrich feathers spouting from the collar. When my mother smiled I saw our likeness. I smiled at that. Maurice undid his hold and we both straightened up.

"Hello Mother." Maurice replied.

"Hello My darling, I see you finally decided to drop by. It's a good thing that Andreas and Marguerite live here. I could've died and you would never know." She replied with a teasing smile.

Maurice rolled his eyes and walked up the stairwell. He kissed our mother on the cheek and replied, "I'm sure if you were dead, your ghost would come to me in my sleep and reprimand me for not coming to see you die." 

The two paused and looked at each other and then our mother's grin got wider and grabbed Maurice into a big hug. They both laughed.

"Oh you're such an asshole. But I love you!!" she replied as she hugged him. Maurice kissed her cheek and replied,

"I have to make some phone calls. Can I use the office phone?" 

"Sure darling, don't forget to push one before you dial the number." She replied.

"I know Momma." Maurice kissed our mother once more, nodded at both of us and then went on to the study.

Momma looked at us with a smile. "So are you staying the night my love?" She asked Andreas.

Andreas smiled, "I was thinking so. It's not every day that we get all the family in one house." Andreas replied.

Momma smiled and shook her head in agreement. "Very true.!!" Andreas smiled walked up to our mother and kissed her on the cheek. 

"I love you momma!" he smiled.

"I love you too baby."

"I'm going to my room to take care of a few things." Andreas replied. He looked down at me and smiled. "I'm glad you're here. I'll see you both in the morning." He turned and walked off to his room.

"Night 'Dre!!" I replied. He gave me the two finger salute as he went down the hallway. 

Mother and I were now alone. We just stood there and gazed at each other for a few moments. I broke the trance and walked up the steps to her. She opened her arms and I immediately feel in them. Tears began to fall down my face.

"I've missed you so much." She whispered in my ear.

"I know. I've missed you to Momma!!" I replied.

I looked up from my embrace and she took my face into her hands and wiped my tears away with her thumbs. We turned and locked arms together.

"Come, let us go into your room. There is much to talk about." She replied.

I nodded. We walked arm and arm to my bedroom. I turned the light on and found everything was as I left it. Monet prints on the wall, a four poster canopy bed with four soft pillows and a deep purple comforter set atop the mattress. My Victorian dresser and full wall mirror was still in tact as well as my walk in closet. My desk still stood by the door with my old laptop, chair and stain glass lamp on top of it. 

I walked in to the room. Mother stood at the doorway. I went straight to the closet. The emptiness of the closet brought back the deep pain of losing my house to the surface. I was filled with so much pent up rage and hurt that I almost couldn't breathe. I crossed my arms over my chest and allowed the tears to fall down my cheeks once more. My mother silently stepped behind me and put her arms around my shoulders. She held me close to her as more silent tears flowed down my face.

"I know baby, I know!!" She soothed as she held me.

"NO!!" I said abruptly wiping the tears away and stepping away from my mother's embrace. 

"I can't let her win. I've let her foolishness control my life for over three years now. I can't do it anymore. No one should have to go through that. It's going to get better. I'M going to get better.." I replied. 

I walked away from the empty closet and sat at the side of my bed. My mother went to my desk and brought the chair over to where I sat and sat in front of me. She took my hand into hers and replied,

"Yes you are my love. You're going to get better. We are here for you. You aren't alone anymore." 

I smiled up at my mom, "Thank you!" I replied softly.

"No thanks needed." My mother replied. 

"So, tell me..." , Mom continued.

"What's going on with you and the house. Have you heard from Sherise? And most importantly who is this new man that seems to be your knight shining armor?

"Well, we're still waiting on the fire marshal's and the fire inspector's report. When we get both of those, I can give it to the insurance company. They'll do an investigation of their own. Then hopefully they will give me a check for the damage. We're hoping that this will take no more then 2-3 months . Then I'll be able to get back to my life. "

"Well Sweetheart you know you can stay here as long as you need."

"I know mom."

"So, are we graduating this May?"

"Yes we are. I was thinking of forgoing the ceremony and just getting the diploma but I was asked to sing the national anthem at the ceremony. I hope you'll come." 

"Of course we will baby!! Me, Marguerite, Andreas and Maurice will be in the front row." Momma replied.

"Well I can see you, Maurice and Andreas there. Marguerite not so much." I replied

"Now Angela. Why wouldn't Marguerite be there to support you?"

"Momma I can't see Marguerite anywhere near an event that has to do with me. She hates me mom." I replied

"Oh it's not that bad." She replied.

I looked at my mother in disbelief, "Momma, are you serious? Every time we get in the same vicinity we fight."

"Well sweetheart, have you ever thought about why you are fighting in the first place?" Momma asked.

I shook my head, "I don't know why she hates me. When we were kids Marguerite and were best of friends. The teens years hit and we weren't friends anymore. I just don't know Momma." I answered.

"You're such a liar." A voice replied at the doorway. We looked up and there was Marguerite standing at the door.

I stood up and asked her , "How am I a liar Marguerite? When we were younger you and I were not only sisters we were best friends. I could tell you anything, and then all of a sudden, I wasn't good enough to be your friend anymore. It was like I was too young for you. Or not good enough for you. And I always wondered what I'd done to make you stop loving me?' 

"Don't stand there acting all self-righteous like you don't know what you did." Marguerite replied

"That's the thing Marguerite, I don't know what I did?" I replied.

"Marguerite this is not the time to be doing this." Momma interjected.

"No Mom, now is as good a time as any. If we're going to be living here together we need to get everything out in the open." I replied. 

Our mother didn't say another word. She just watched us.

"What did I do Marguerite to make you hate me as much as you do?" I asked

"I don't have time for this!!" Marguerite replied and turned to walk away.

"NO!!! DON'T FUCKING WALK AWAY FROM ME. TELL ME WHAT I DID THAT WAS SO WRONG!!" I yelled.

Marguerite stopped in her tracks with her back to me.

"TELL ME MARGUERITE, TELL ME WHAT I DID!!"

Marguerite turned and answered softly,

"You want to know?..."

"YES!! TELL ME!!"

"YOU PICKED THAT SKANK WHORE SHERISE OVER ME!!"

"What?" I replied

Tears of pent up resentment began to fall down Marguerite's cheeks. "Your right. We used to be best friends. I didn't think that anything, least of all a skank bitch like Sherise could separate us. But she did. And every time it seemed like we were getting back to normal; she would do something else that would cause you to leave me. "

"What are you talking about Marguerite? I never picked her over you. If anything you left me."

"What? I would never."

"Marguerite. I started hanging out with Sherise when you started high school. You got a whole new set of friends. They didn't like me and they made you feel stupid for hanging out with me. I asked mom what should I do. And she told me that I should get my own friends. She told me to let you grow on your own and you would come back to being my best friend on your own time"

Marguerite turned to our mother, "You told her that?"

Mother looked down and said nothing.

"But you came back to me though. Well at least I thought you did. I got into school and you seemed so happy for me."

"I was." She replied with a slight smile. 

"Then Mr. Harper died. I came back for the funeral and we talked during the repast. I told you how hard it was to make ends meet and you offered to move in to help. I said 'Yes. definitely!' You remember that?"

"Of course I do. I told you that I had to go out of town for a med school conference but once I got back, I would move in with you. I came back from the conference and you moved Sherise in instead. I was so upset with you. You made me believe that you actually wanted me in your life. But you didn't. So since you didn't want me in your life, I made sure that I wasn't."

I shook my head, "Marguerite what are you talking about. That's not what happened at all."

"Yes it did. I remember everything."

"Marguerite I emailed you and sent to your phone all the details about the move. I even offered to move you in so that when you came back from the conference you could come straight home. I got a text back from you saying that you decided against the move. You said that you couldn't afford it and that mom needed you. I thought that you were kidding, so I texted and emailed you the rest of the week and got the same response. The next week Sherise came to me and told me she needed a place to stay so I offered her the room and she accepted." I replied.

"Angela you never left me a message or an email."

"Yes I did Marguerite. I sent you all the house and neighborhood information. I even sent you a scan of the lease. I sent it to your Blackberry. I remember the number, it was 303-284-6375."

"Angela that wasn't my number."

"Yea it was, I remember it like it was yesterday."

"Angela my number was and still is 303-284-6374. ..6375 was...?"

I looked to the floor and thought to myself, "Well if it wasn't your number who's was it then? Wait a minute, it was.....?"

"MOM!!!!" We said simultaneously.

"I remember now. I used to mix you guy's number up all the time. It was mom's number I sent it to." I replied.

We both looked at our Mother. Her head still hung low. By this time Everyone was out of their rooms witnessing our argument. Ian was standing behind Marguerite, Maurice stood at my doorway and Andreas stood at the doorway of his room.

"Mother, did Angela mistakenly leave a message for me on your phone about me moving in with her?" Marguerite asked softly.




Lessons Learned Ch. 07



"Marguerite that was so long ago. I... I don't remember that!!" She sputtered

"Answer the question Mom." Maurice replied at the door. 

We all stared at her quietly. The time seemed to slowly pass. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and answered softly "Yes." 

Multiple held breaths were released in shock. I turned to the window. I was feeling a whole new pain. Marguerite was the first to speak. She looked at our mother with dark, hooded eyes,

"So let me get this straight. Angela left a message on your phone for me. You knew it was for me. So instead of forwarding it to me, you texted her back and told her I didn't want to move in with her." Marguerite asked darkly.

"Yes." Our mother replied.

"Mom. How did Sherise know that I was looking for a roommate? I hadn't said anything to her. Did you?"

"Angela... that was a long time ago. I really couldn't tell you how she found out."

"You're lying." Marguerite replied softly.

Mother was taken aback from Marguerite's tone, "What?"

"YOU'RE FUCKING LYING!!" Marguerite bellowed. Ian took hold of Marguerites waist and held her close to his chest.

"I'm not lying Marguerite. I. Really. Don't. Remember." Mother replied indignantly.

"Then let me jog your memory. When I came back from the med school conference you told me that Angela had invited Sherise to move in. I was very upset and asked you how could she do that and more importantly how did Sherise know that Angela needed a roommate. You told me yourself that you had mentioned to Sherise's mother that Angela had extra room at the house after she told you that Sherise wasn't able to get housing on campus." 

"Marguerite I hope you're wrong. But even if you aren't, there's one thing that we've forgotten." I replied.

Marguerite turned to me. " What's that?"

"I sent you emails and scans as well. Even if the texts didn't get to you; you should have gotten the emails. What happened to the emails and scans I sent you?" I asked

"I can answer that for you." Maurice replied.

We turned to him, "HOW?" We asked simultaneously.

"Well around that time of your conference Marguerite, you asked me if you could forward all of your emails and phone calls to me and Andreas while you were away. Well unfortunately both Andreas and I were called away that weekend and I had everything forwarded to Mom's email and phone. When I came back she told me that nothing came in for either of us."

Marguerite slowly turned to our mother. "Mom, did you get an email from Angela about me moving into the house?"

"Marguerite why does it matter it was so long...."

"ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION!! " Marguerite exclaimed. 

"Did you get a FUCKING email from Angela for me?" She asked again.

Mother turned to Marguerite and looked at her defiantly. "Marguerite, I am your Mother. You will not talk to me like that!!" She replied.

Marguerite sighed in frustration and turned to her husband. He took her in his arms. I wrapped my arms around myself. I turned to my mother and asked her myself, 

"Mom did you get the emails that I sent Marguerite about moving in? And if you did get the email, did you erase it? And if you did that, did you tell Sherise's mom about the house before or after you knew I wanted to move in with Marguerite? "

She turned to me, "Angela you have to understand something...."

"Answer the question Mom." I interrupted.

Mother got up from her seat. She reached out to touch me and I moved away from her touch. She brought her hands down to her torso and held them together. 

"I have done everything for you, your sister and your brothers. I have put a roof over your heads and I have made sure that you never wanted for anything. The only thing that I wanted in return was for you to do what I asked."

"What are you talking about Mom?"

"I have only made one rule. You all are more then able to leave the house, but I ask that you leave at a time that you can fully support yourself. And I'm sorry darling, but you were not old enough to take care of yourself at 20 yrs old. And you proved me right. Within a year of moving out by yourself you needed someone to help you with bills."

"Which is why I asked Marguerite if she wanted to stay with me so that we can grow from under you together. I would think you would've been happy that I asked her instead of Sherise." I replied.

"Well I wasn't. Marguerite wasn't ready either. She was just getting into med school good. Money would've been tight between you two. So instead of putting Marguerite in that type of situation, I kept her from it." 

My body began to shake with rage. "So instead, you allowed a trifling, disrespectful, whore come into my home and reek havoc all over the place. And you did this why? To teach me a lesson?" I asked

"Yes. You as well as everyone else here needed to learn that what I say goes. I didn't want to make an example of you; but you gave me no choice." Mother replied.

Everyone looked at her in silent disbelief and disgust.

"You are unbelievable." I whispered. 

"I can't believe that a person let alone a mother would intentionally put someone they love in deliberate danger." I continued louder.

"What are you talking about? You think it's my fault that Sherise burned your house down?"

"Who else's fault is it Mom? We didn't delete Angela's texts and emails to Marguerite. You did!! We didn't mention that Angela needed a roommate. YOU DID!!" Andreas piped in.

"Angela could've died last night. And if she had, it would've been your fault. How does that make you feel? Because you couldn't let go, your daughter could've died." Maurice replied

I walked past my mother and Marguerite, picked up my purse and left out the door without a word. Tears of anger and pain ran down my cheeks uncontrollably. Maurice tried to stop me. I bypassed his reach and ran down the steps. Mom called my name but I ignored her. I was at the bottom of the stairs when I heard,

"ANGELA BIANCA MONROE STOP RIGHT NOW!!"

I turned and saw all my family standing at the top of the stairs. Marguerite stood there with Ian at her back. Maurice and Andreas stood to the side. Mother stood in the middle. 

I wiped my tears away. I locked a challenging gaze with my mother's and replied, "This is all your fault. You're need to control everything has ruined my life You wanted me to learn my lesson? Well I have Mom. Thank you for that"

I turned to Marguerite, "I'm so sorry that we've lost these last three years. I feel so stupid because I should've called you again instead of letting my pride get in the way. I wish that we would've put all of this on the table a long time ago. It would've kept us from a lot of heartache." I replied.

Marguerite took a step forward," No, Angela it was just as much my fault. I should've called you, but I let my pride get in the way as well. And I'm so, so sorry!!" Marguerite replied as more tears began to fall down her face. 

I ran up the steps and Marguerite met me half way. We embraced each other. I looked up at her and replied,

"Margie I do love you and I hope that you will think about being my sister and best friend again because I've missed you in my life. We have so much to catch up on." I said with a tearful smile.

"I've missed you peanut!!" Marguerite exclaimed. 

"And I've missed you Margie!!." 

We embraced once more. I kissed her cheek and left her embrace. I glanced at my brothers and brother. I smiled at them, turned around and walked down the rest of the steps.

"ANGELA DON'T YOU WALK OUT OF THAT DOOR!!" Mother exclaimed.

I ignored her and continued to the door. I turned and glanced at my family once more. I blew them a kiss and walked out the door. I could hear my mother's screams for me to come back; but I ignored her pleas and continued my walk. 

Marguerite turned around and gazed at our mother's sorrowful expression. 

"I hope you're happy now. In one night you've single handedly destroyed the lives of two of your children." Marguerite replied. She turned to Maurice and asked, 

"You once told me that all of the Monroe children have a suite at the Monroe Towers. Is that still correct?"

"Uh.. What?" Maurice sputtered.

"Do you have suites available for all of the Monroe children?"

"What are you doing Marguerite?" Mother asked.

Marguerite ignored her and waited for Maurice's answer.

"Um, yea. We have two suites available with a front room and a kitchenette." Maurice replied.

"Perfect! If it's ok with my husband I would like to move myself and the rest of my family into them tonight." Marguerite replied. She looked to Ian for a reply,

Ian nodded, "Of course baby."

Ian reached his hand out to her. Marguerite walked up the stairs, took her husband's hand and the two walked hand and hand to the hallway towards her room to pack. Before Marguerite passed our mother she locked eyes with her once more and replied,

"You're a horrible woman. I could've lost my sister because of you. I'll never forgive you or forget this. I'm going to make sure that Angela never talks to you ever again. You will never get the chance to fuck her life up ever again!!"

"Marguerite you can't have her. She's MY daughter, not yours!!" My mother replied softly.

Marguerite separated from her husband, stood in front of her mother and whispered in her ear, "Oh trust me, I know WHO'S daughter she is!! "So unless you want her to know EVERYTHING; I suggest you stay away from her!!"

Momma was taken aback by that statement and turned her head to the side. Marguerite went back to her husband, took his hand and the two walked to her room to pack. Maurice and Andreas quietly stood there as everything unfolded. When Marguerite disappeared into her room; Maurice moved from his stance. He walked past our mother and before he left her sight, he turned to her and gave her one last menacing gaze. He walked down the rest of the stairs and went to the door. Before he walked out the door our mother yelled at him,

"And where are you going? Are you going to leave me too?" She asked.

"I'm going to find my sister and try to convince her that not all of us want to see her fail. Shame on you Mom!!"

Maurice turned the knob and left out the door. In the end the only ones that stood at the steps were Mom and Andreas.

Mother turned to Andreas and asked,

"So are you going to leave me to?" She asked in defeat.

"Oh that would be too easy. No, I'm not going to leave you because I have a feeling that you aren't telling us everything. So I'm not going anywhere until you tell me all that I want to hear."

She narrowed her eyes and replied, "You have no idea what you're talking about." She walked away from his gaze. Before she could get far he grabbed her arm and turned to him. She looked at him in shock as he replied,

"Ok let me spell it out for you. Marguerite knows something that we all don't. So you either give me your side of the story or I'm asking her myself!!"

*

CopyrightÓ January 2010 BBWLove 8369

Revised 2010



Lessons Learned Ch. 08



"I don't know what you mean." Mother replied nervously.

She moved her arm from Andreas's grasp and walked to her office. Andreas was right behind her. She went into the office and walked to her desk. When she got to the front of the desk, Andreas came into the office and slammed the door behind him. Mother turned and locked eyes with Andreas. The tension between the two was unbreakable. Mother was the first one to break the connection. She looked away and turned her attention the bookshelf behind him. He smiled at her reaction, turned to the nearby couch and sat down. . "I'm sure you don't." he replied sarcastically.

"You are on the verge of losing both your daughters. Do you realize that?" he asked.

"I don't believe that!!" Mother retorted.

Andreas looked at her in disbelief. "Are you serious? Or are you so delusional that you don't even realize the damage that you're actions have caused?" Andreas replied.

Mother narrowed her eyes in anger, "And what exactly have I done? Raised you? Kept a home over your heads? Protect you from the hurt and heartache of the world? IS THAT WHAT I'VE DONE WRONG HERE?" Mother exclaimed.

"Mother your dramatics don't work on me. You and I both know that that's not what this is about!!" Andreas replied.

"Then what is this about Andreas? Mother asked calmly.

Andreas paused for a second. He looked at our mother in complete awe. Mother continued to challenge his gaze with a prideful one of her own. After a few more moments of tense silence Andreas continued,

Do you realize that your need to control everything has caused a catastrophic chain of events? DO YOU EVEN CARE?" Andreas demanded.

"Of course I care. Do you think I wanted my daughter's house to be burned down by some two-bit whore she befriended years ago? Do you think I WANTED my two daughters to hate each other for almost six years? What kind of person do you take me for?" Mother asked.

"I take you for a woman who loves her children but has used way too many misguided attempts to keep them close to her. You've really fucked up this time Mom. So as I said before, if you want your daughters back you need to tell me everything. Don't leave anything out!!" Andreas replied.

For awhile Mother kept silent. She walked around the desk and sat in her chair. She swiveled the chair around and gazed out the window into the night. Andreas sat patiently and waited for her response. Mother took a deep breath and began,

"I love all of my children. You all are the lights of my life. But Angela, she's special. She's more like me then any of you realize." Mother replied

"How so?" Andreas asked.

"You know that I've always thought and said wonderful things about your father. He was a good man, a good father and a good husband. What you children didn't know was that our marriage began as a loveless one. His first and only love at the time was his first wife Cecilia. She died three years before he met me. He was still mourning her and saw a reflection of her in me. We saw each other for a short amount of time and then got married. I knew from the beginning that I was being used as a warm remembrance of his dead wife and he in turn was being used for security. Within the next ten years I had Maurice, Marguerite and then you, Andreas."

"How could you have kept this from us? You both always seemed so in love in front of us. Was that just an act?" Andreas asked.

"In some ways yes and some ways no. When you spend a good part of your life with someone you learn to love them. I went from caring for him a great deal to loving him. He was my best friend. We did everything together."

"But you weren't in love with him?" Andreas replied.

Mother turned to Andreas and replied, "There was only one great love of my life Andreas, and unfortunately it wasn't your father. Your father and mine's relationship was different but it worked for us. I truly believe that he was happy. When he died he was finally able to be with his Cecilia. "

"Did Dad know about this other man?" Andreas asked.

"Your father knew that I loved another. But everything didn't come to light until Angela was born."

Andreas was taken aback, "What do you mean? What was brought to light when Angela was born?" Andreas asked.

Mother returned her gaze back to the full moon. She watched it glow in silence. Andreas got up from his seat and asked again,

"What was brought to light when Angela was born Mother? Are you telling me that Angela is not Dad's daughter? ANSWER ME DAMMIT " Andreas demanded.

Mother whipped around and answered darkly, "Oh come on, look at her and then look at you, your brother and sister. How can you NOT see a difference."

"You always told us that she took after your mother's side of the family. What else were we supposed to believe?" Andreas replied.

"Really Andreas? I'm 5'10, your father was 6'3. If we both were this height, the people in our family had to be about this height as well. And then think about something else; for ten years your father and I produced four children that are consistent in height, size and skin color. Then all of a sudden there's a short, mocha colored baby in our midst and no one thought there was anything wrong with that."

"Well what did you expect? You both had been feeding us lies about this child for years. After awhile it didn't matter anymore. We began to love her more because she was special. And anyway, Maurice is close to her complexion. We thought that maybe she picked up the same gene he did." Andreas replied

"Well maybe you and Maurice stopped questioning it; Marguerite sure didn't. And fortunately for her, her questions were answered in January 2005." Mother replied.

"Why January?" Andreas asked.

Mother turned back to the window and returned her gaze to the full moon's glow. "That's around the time Charleston Harper died." she replied.

"Sherise's Dad? What does Sherise's Dad have to do with this? Wait a minute.... Are you telling me that Angela is Charleston Harper's daughter?" Andreas asked softly.

Mother lowered her eyes to the desk and nodded yes.

"Huh... that explains a lot." Andreas replied. 

Tears began to form and run down Mother's cheek. She turned to face Andreas's angry gaze.

"You do realize that you were literally the catalyst to everything that happened to Angela. Well at least when it comes to Sherise." Andreas replied

"What are you talking about?" Mother asked as she wiped away her tears.

"Mother think about it. If Marguerite found out about it, what makes you think that Sherise didn't find out about it? Which brings me to another question. What is the importance of Angela's house?" Andreas asked.

"It was the house that she was born in." Mother replied softly.

"What did you say?" Andreas asked.

"The house that Angela inherited was the house that she was conceived in." My mother replied louder.

Andreas looked incredulously at our mother. He lowered back down to the bed and waited for her to continue.

"At one time Charlie and I were going to be together, live in that house and raise a family. At the last moment he decided that he loved his wife and child more. He left me and my unborn child and returned home to his family. He ironically sold the house to my husband. Maurice in turn decided to keep it as a trust for Angela when he died." Mother replied.

"Did Charleston know about Angela?" Andreas replied

"Of course he did. I told him myself." 

"He told me that another responsibility was too much for him and that his wife and child needed him." She said with a sad smile.

"And what did you do?" Andreas asked.

"I called him a few expletives and then I went home and told Maurice Senior everything. I was ready for him to kick me out and call me all sorts of names, but he didn't. He took me into his arms and held me as I mourned over my lost love. He soothed me and promised me that we would raise this child as our own. I think that, that was the exact moment that I knew I loved your father. We even made love that night. And with both instances happening close to each other, no one could question whether or not Angela was biologically ours." Mother replied.

"And dad had no problem with this arrangement?" Andreas asked.

"No he didn't. By that time your father and I had become very comfortable with our roles as parents and best friends. He just wanted me to be happy. And you know your father loved children. The thought of having another child in the house appealed to him instantly. When Angela was born he was so happy. He coddled and loved her as if she were his own." 

Andreas smiled at the memory. "Yea , I remember the day you brought Angela home. I was five, Marguerite was seven and Maurice was ten. I was the first one to hold her out of the bunch. Pretty soon we were all fighting to get the chance to hold the baby. Boy did she have some lungs. Every time one of us tried to hold her, she would scream her head off."

"I know. You're father knew she would be singer the first time he heard her cry. Her cries would resonate throughout the house. He was right." Mother replied with a smile.

"Yea he was. But I have to ask. When Angela and Sherise became friends and the Harpers would come over for dinners, barbecues and any other function we hosted, how could Charleston step foot in the house of the man that was raising his child?" Andreas asked.

"Sweetheart he had no choice. He could either claim this beautiful child as his own and lose everything or watch her grow from afar and lose nothing. Trust and believe, he was very prominent in Angela's life. He knew everything that happened in her life. He made sure of it." Mother replied.

"So if Sherise knew this about her father, why was she such a bitch to Angela? Angela had nothing to do with this." Andreas replied.

"Charleston loved Angela because he loved me. He always wondered what if? I think that our affair distanced Charleston from his life at home. And even though we stopped; the damage was already done. And as you know Sherise's mother is not the nicest woman in the world. She raised her daughter to be a disrespectful slut just like herself." 

"Selena had affairs as well?" Andreas asked.

"Oh yea, all through their marriage. It got so bad that he had to do a paternity test on Sherise to make sure that she was his. And she was of course. It broke his heart that his wife wasn't satisfied with just him; but he loved her. I think that in Sherise's mind her mother's affairs were so much of a regular occurrence that she felt as though a woman had every right to cheat on her husband. But if Daddy did it, it was the unforgivable sin. Sherise loved her father very much. And if what you say is true; I'm sure she would have been very upset to know that her father not only had an affair but produced a child from this affair. I think that knowledge would have been too much for her." Mother replied.

"I understand the hurt of finding out that the most important person in your life is not as perfect as you would like. But if she knew that her mother was a whore; why should it matter?"

"Because her father was her constant. His love for them is what kept them together. And then to find out that he loved another.... It had to have been a terrible reality check for her." Mother replied.

"Why did she burn the house down Mom? Angela had nothing to do with this. She doesn't even know that Charleston is her father." Andreas replied.

"Angela was Sherise's best friend. Finding out that the girl you grew up with, the girl you called your best friend is the unknowing product of "Daddy Dearest" affair may have been too much for her. Her father was dead so she couldn't lash out at him; so she did the next best thing. She lashed out at his illegitimate child." Mother replied.

"One more question, If you knew all this why did you suggest to Sherise's mother that she move in with Angela?"

Mother lowered her eyes in shame. " Because I was mad at her."

"What?"

"I didn't want Angela to move. I wanted to hold on to her as long as I could. I'm like that with all of you. You guys stayed; she was different. She wanted to see the world so she left. Then she decided to move into that same house that I found I love in. That house was meant for me, my child and the man I love. It was not meant for just her. We all were supposed to live in that house together. Now I admit, this whole fiasco with Marguerite was not my finest hour, but what could I do? I loved Charleston Harper and we were supposed to be a family and HE destroyed that!!" Mother exclaimed.

Andreas shook his head in disbelief, "Do you hear yourself? This isn't about you mom. Well actually it is about you because somehow you made this about you. You have single-handedly ruined your daughter's life. And the funny part is, she doesn't even know the half of it. Wow!!!" Maurice replied.

"What was I supposed to do? Hmm? What would you have had me do? I was in a loveless marriage and finally I had found my way out. Something that was for me. Why wouldn't I want to grab it and hold onto it as long as I could. Angela was the only link I had left of Charleston and Maurice. She was the product of the only love I've ever had and she was the reason why your father and I found each other. Why wouldn't I want to hold on to that?" Mother replied.

"Because Mom, Angela is not some keepsake that you store away in the attic. She's a person. She's a full-blooded human being with wants, needs, ambitions and desires. She has to have a life of her own. You can't control that. No one can control that except her. And you wonder why she wants to get away from you. You push her away by putting her on a pressurized pedestal that she shouldn't be on in the first place. But the thing is, Angela isn't the only one you try to control. You try to control all of us in some way or another. This has got to stop. YOU'VE GOT TO STOP!!" Maurice exclaimed.

Mother lifted her chin up with pride, "I will not apologize for loving my children, for being there when they need me, and wanting to stay in their lives as long as I can. I also will not apologize for finding a love that many aren't able to find. You can blame me all you want. The only thing I'm guilty of is doing what I had to do to protect my child. And if I was wrong in that, then I'm sorry. And that's the only thing that I will apologize for." Mother stated. 

Andreas chuckled to himself. He turned and walked to the door. He unlocked it and opened it up to leave. Before he left he turned to our mother and replied,

"You will never know the extent of the damage that you've caused. Lives have been ruined because of your selfishness. I don't know if Angela will ever forgive you for what you've done. And if she does, wonderful. But if she doesn't; I definitely wouldn't blame her. Goodbye Mother I hope you rest peacefully in knowing that you have caused chaos in all of your children's lives. Sleep well!"

Andreas turned and walked out the office. With her head held high, Mother watched Andreas walk out of the room and slowly disappear out of her sight into the night. When Andreas was gone, Mother picked up the phone and made a call, "Hello?" A voice replied.

"I did it. I told Andreas everything." Mother replied.

"Did you really tell him EVERYTHING?" the voice replied.

"Well not everything. I couldn't very well tell him that the father he and the rest of our children know and love to be dead is actually sitting pretty on an island off the cost of Mexico, now could I?" Mother replied.

"Estelle you know that, that's not what I was talking about." Maurice Sr. replied.

"I gave Andreas the version of the story that we decided on. And it's your own damn fault!! If you hadn't of left, we wouldn't have to lie to our children." Mother replied.

"Well Estelle you kind of gave me no choice with the whole Charleston Harper thing!!" Maurice replied.

"Maurice that's bullshit and you know it. Me and Charlie were done years ago. You were ecstatic when Angela came into picture. Charlie was just a means to an end." Mother replied.

"You keep telling yourself that Estelle. I will admit, I wanted another child. And since I was forced into a vasectomy by those damn doctors I couldn't have one. But fortunately for me, my wife was having an affair with the next door neighbor. So what better way to satisfy all of our needs. But then you had to fuck it up and fall in love with the bastard!!" Maurice Sr. replied.

"What was I supposed to do? You were so caught up in the memory of your dead wife. I couldn't compete with a memory Maurice. I did what I had to do for me" Mother replied.

"You keep telling yourself that. Maybe one day you'll start believing it." Maurice replied

"Oh I do believe it. I loved Charleston Harper. He was the ONLY man I ever loved." Mother boasted.

"You know what's hilarious?" Maurice Sr. asked.

"What's that?" Mother asked.

"You've told these lies so many times that you are actually beginning to believe them yourself." Maurice replied. He chuckled to himself.

"Whatever Maurice!! And why do you care? You never loved me. I might as well... "

"Whoa there.." Maurice interrupted. "I do love you. I've always loved you. But you slithered into my life when I was mourning my dead wife. You knew what the deal was and you still extracted your claws into me." Maurice Sr. replied.

"Well if you knew what I was after, why did you continue with the ruse?" Mother asked.

"What can I say, I'm a glutton for punishment. Still am!!" Maurice Sr. replied heartily.

Mother chuckled. "I will always love your confidence. I wish you could come home to me. I miss you." Mother replied.

"I know my darling. After all these years my desire for you still holds strong. But it has to be this way for a little while longer. We covered our tracks with the Charleston Harper incident. But at any time they could realize that he didn't die of the heart attack they assumed he died of." 

"You're right. I just miss you so." Mother replied.

"And I you." Maurice Sr. replied.

The two paused for a brief moment in content silence.

"So tell me, what's going on with my children?" Maurice Sr. asked.

*

CopyrightÓBBWLove 8369 February 2010

Revised 2010



Lessons Learned Ch. 09



I left out the house and didn't look back. I was so angry with my mother. I could hardly see my way through all the tears that were flowing down my face. I wiped the tears away and continued my trek away from the house. I walked through the neighborhood an came upon the neighborhood diner. When I saw the sign "Hot Food" my stomach instantly growled. I then realized that I hadn't eaten in almost 24 hours. I went into the diner, got a table and ordered a tuna salad sandwich and fruit plate. While the waitress went to go get my food; I sat there and relived in mind everything that happened tonight.

My phone had been ringing uncontrollably for the last hour or so. I checked the Caller ID and saw that I had about 30 missed calls. About 20 of them were from Marguerite and the other ten were from Andreas, Maurice and Chessa.

I was about to call Chessa back when another call came through from Shane. I answered it,

"Hello?' I replied softly.

"Hey Baby.." A deep voice replied. "How's everything going? Are you in your room? What are you wearing right now? " He asked playfully.

I smiled at Shane's playfulness. "No. Actually there was a change in plans." I replied.

Shane's voice instantly darkened. "What change of plans Angela. Are you at your mother's voice?"

I shook my head and replied softly, "No, I'm not. I left my Mom's house."

"Why? What happened?"

Tears began to flow down my face and everything I'd been keeping in; I let go, " My mother has been lying to me the past few years about everything. And it may not be just the past few years. It may be my entire life as a whole."

"Where are you Angela?"

I rambled on, "I wanted my sister to move in with me when I needed help with bills. We had planned it out and everything. When it was time for her to move in; I mistakenly sent the moving information for her to my Mom's phone. And normal mothers would realize that this was a mistake and forward the information to the right person. But no, not my mother. You know what she did? She not only erased the message but she sent me a reply text saying that Marguerite had decided against moving in with me."

"Are you serious?"

"Yea. But that's not all. Not only did she erase the text but she also erased the emails I sent. And to top it all off, she was the one who mentioned it to Sherise's mother that I needed a roommate. Which in turn is why Sherise moved into my house and later burned it down. Can you believe that shit?" I asked.

"Where are you Angela? Let me come and get you."

By this time the waitress had returned with my food. She stood there with the food in her hand looking at me with a shocked expression. She placed my food on the table and silently walked away. 

I looked away from her concerned expression and watched the cars go by. Shane was still on the phone.

"Baby where are you? Let me come and get you. You need me right now." He pleaded softly.

"I can't believe that I trusted her. When is this going to be over? I'm just so tired Shane. So tired." I replied softly.

While he was talking to me, Shane had put on his shoes and rushed out the door. He drove straight to my mother's house. He used that as a base point and began to look for me. 

We both said nothing on the phone for a few moments. I could hear him breathing. For some reason hearing him breathe calmed me down. I was on the verge of telling him where I was but then he replied,

"I just went through your mom's neighborhood and I'm at a place called Sal's Diner. Is that you I see in the booth by the back window?"

I looked up and our eyes met. I nodded and we both turned off our phones. I wiped my tears away as I saw him rush into the diner towards me. I got up from my booth and we met each other half way. I immediately fell into his arms. He held me close as I sobbed on his chest. The waitress looked on us with a relieved sigh. 

Shane lightly rubbed the arch of my back as I held on to him. He continued to reassure me that everything was going to be ok and that he had me now. His love for me generated through every pore in his body. I looked up at him and he took my mouth into his and kissed me with a passion that I knew came straight from his heart. I opened my mouth and allowed his tongue to take control of mine. We were one.

I could feel everyone watching us. I stopped our kiss, took his hand and walked to the booth I was sitting at. I got into the seat and Shane got into the seat across from me. I began to eat and he watched me while I ate. We didn't say anything for awhile. We sat in comfortable silence.

"I want you to stay with me." Shane replied.

I looked at him and smiled, "Thank you, but you know I can't do that."

"Why?"

"Shane I love you more then anything in this world. You love to teach. I know you do. And if it ever came out that I was not only living with you but also in a serious, sexual relationship with you; you would get fired and probably never be able to work in a university again. I could never do that to you. Whilst I won't give you up; I still won't put you in more jeopardy then your already in." I replied.

He looked at me with a concerned frown, "Baby you know I don't give a fuck about that. We're both consenting adults. Who gives a hell what they think."

"I don't want you to lose your job over me. And hey, this isn't over. Me and you are forever. You know that right?" I asked as I reached out my hand to him.

He frowned for a brief moment but then he smirked at me and nodded his in agreement, "You know we are." He took my hand and squeezed it. We smiled at each other.

The waitress came back, "Will there be anything else I could get you suge?" she asked.

I smiled up at her, "No thank you ma'am. Thank you."

"Alright then. You can pay for your food at the register." She looked at us with a kind smile, squeezed my hand and walked away. I looked down at my phone and saw my brother Maurice had left me a text message. I clicked on it and read it. It said "Look outside." I looked up and there he was standing in front of his black escalade waiting for me. 

"My brother's here." I replied and nodded outside.

Shane looked up and saw him standing there.

"You mean the big black dude looking at me like he could tear my head off with one swipe." Shane replied.

I laughed, "That would be him." "How is that all of your family are like intimidating hound dogs and you're like a flower?" 

I laughed at that, "You haven't seen me when I'm pissed." I replied.

"I hope I never do." we bent over the table and gave each other a quick peck. He kept my hand in his and we eased out of the booth. We went to the cash register, the waitress told us what my total was. I got my wallet out to pay and before I could even open it; Shane gave the waitress a $20 and told her to keep the change.

We walked out the diner. I looked up at him and replied, "You know I could have paid for that?"

"I know." He replied. And that was the end of that conversation. We walked to where Maurice stood.

Maurice glared at Shane and Shane returned his stare. He was trying to intimidate Shane by looking down at him. Shane didn't back down. He stood strong. Maurice's gaze suddenly softened into a smile. He reached out his hand and Shane looked at it nervously,

He looked at me, "So this is the new boyfriend huh? I like him." He turned back to Shane with his hand still reached out,

"How you doing man? I'm Angela's brother Maurice."

"I'm good man. I'm Shane, nice to meet you." Shane placed his hand in Maurice's hand and the two shook hands. Then they started having a squeezing match.

I separated their hands, "Hey, enough of that." I replied with a smile.

The two separated from each other with strained smiles. I shook my head and rolled my eyes at the two. I muttered to myself, "Men!!"

The two kept an eye on each other. I looked at Maurice and asked,

"What are you doing here Mo?"

"I'm here looking for you. I tried to catch you before you left, but you were gone. I glad to see that Shane knew where to look for you because I sure as hell didn't. Good work dude." He put his knuckles out for a dap. Shane looked at it nervously. Maurice smiled. Shane smiled back and returned it.

"Where's Marguerite?" "She's at the hotel. Would you like to go there? Or do you have other plans? 

"I was thinking about going to Chessa's house."

When I said Chessa's name I could have sworn I saw something dance through Mo's eyes but he quickly masked it. 

"Really?"

"Yes really. I know you don't like her. But she's my best friend."

"It's not that I don't like her. I mean how can I not? She's just an obnoxious, socialist vigilante who can play the piano like a dream." Mo replied.

I smiled, "Maybe I was wrong. Maybe you like her a little more then that I thought."

"Get real. She's not my type." Mo replied.

I chuckled to myself. "Sure she's not." I replied.

"Whatever. Where ever you need to go, I'll take you." Mo replied.

"Ok."

I turned to Shane. I put my hand on his cheek,

"You can't understand how much it means to me that you came after me like you did. I love you so much. I really think that my brother and I have a few things to settle so I'm going to go with him. But if you wouldn't mind I would really like for you to follow us to Chessa's. I think she needs to meet the man who's stolen my heart and saved me more times in the last 48hrs then any other man I've been with. Will you come?"

Shane smiled in my caress and kissed my hand. He nodded yes. I raised up to the tip of my toes and kissed him. This time I took control of our kiss. Maurice cleared his throat and we separated. Maurice had already opened the door for me to climb in. Before I sat down I turned to Shane and mouthed,

"I love you." 

He patted his chest and reached his hand to me. I smiled and closed the door behind me. Maurice looked at Shane and the two nodded at each other with a newfound respect. Maurice closed his door, started his car and waited. Shane turned, walked to his car, got in and started it up. Once Shane was ready to go, Maurice pulled off into the highway. Shane was not far behind.

We drove in semi-tense silence.

"How are you?" He asked softly.

I looked at him and answered, "I've been better."

"I'm sorry this happened. I'm sorry that I wasn't able to protect you as I should've. I'm really sorry that I let this foolishness with you and Marguerite go on this long."

"Maurice this isn't your fault. I shouldn't have let my pride get in the way. I should've called Margie way before this. This has definitely been a learning experience. I was definitely not expecting mom to be the cause of everything that happened." I replied.

"Trust me. I don't think any of us were." Mo replied darkly.

We drove in more silence.

"So you're staying with Chessa huh?" He replied a little more lightly.

"That reminds me. I need to call her and ask if I can stay." I replied as I dialed her number.

"Wait a minute. You're having us go to this girl's house and you don't even know if you can stay?" Mo asked incredulously.

"Oh chill out. Everything's going to be fine." I replied as I waited for her to answer.

"Hello?" Chessa asked groggily.

"Chessa?"

"Angela? Where the hell have you been? I've been calling you all day." She exclaimed suddenly.

I shook my head in amusement, "I know Chessa and I'm sorry. Today has been another day from hell. I'm on my way to your house. Can I stay with you for a few days? I know you like your space and I won't stay long but I need somewhere to stay so I can figure out what my next step is." I replied.

"Angela you know you can stay with me as long as you need to. My guest bedroom is always ready for you." 

"Thanks Chessa." "So who is we? Is your mystery man coming with you?"

"Yes, he's here. But I'm actually with my brother."

"Andreas?" She asked excitedly.

"No, Maurice."

"Oh.!!" She replied.

"Now Chessa, I know you don't like him. But I know you guys can stand each other for a few minutes. Do it for me."

"I like Maurice. What's not to like about a chauvinistic jerk that has the body of a Greek god?" Chessa replied. Maurice rolled his eyes. I shook my head and laughed at both of them.

I knew then that Maurice and Chessa weren't as big of enemies as they thought they were. Something was brewing between those two. I just hoped they didn't let their pride keep them from experiencing what they both had to offer each other.

"Angela are you there? You stopped talking."

"Yea girl I'm here. Hey, we're like blocks away from you. I will see you in a little bit." 

"Alright girl. Let me go put my front light on. See you in a few."

"Ok. See you in a little bit." I replied.

We both hung up and I sat back with a smile on my face. Maurice glanced at me and asked,

"What are you smiling at?"

"You and Chessa."

"What about us?"

"Nothing. Just thinking about a few things."

"Well whatever you're thinking, STOP thinking it!!"

"What?" I asked innocently.

"Uh huh." He replied. 

Before I knew it we were at Chessa's front stoop. We waited for Shane to park and then we all got out of our prospective cars. We waited for Shane to join us. I smiled up at him, he took my hand and we all walked to Chessa's door.

Chessa lived in a three bedroom ranch-type house. She had a stone pathway and a piece of lawn on each side. The grass was cut evenly and before you got to the stoop Chessa had a white archway that had vines and small perennials growing around and through it. On the side lawns she had a small garden. Each side was filled with a different flower. Her front yard always smelled wonderful with a mix of roses, honeysuckle and lilies. 

We rang the doorbell and she swiftly opened the door after the first ring.

"About damn...." She exclaimed and then stopped short when she saw who I was holding hands with. Her eyes got wide and she stood there in shocked silence. Shane, Maurice and I smiled.

"Tell me I'm dreaming." Chessa replied.

I shook my head. "No, this is real."

"Hello Professor Morrison."

"Hello Francessca." Shane replied.

She smiled tightly and stepped to the side. "Please come in."

Shane kept my hand in his and walked inside with me right behind him. Maurice came in after us. The two looked at each other for a brief moment. He raked her appearance with a masked lustful gaze.

Chessa is by no means a small girl; but she's not fat either. We weigh about the same, 180. But she's taller then me. She's 5'10, hazel eyes and thick brown hair. She has long legs and a small pouch belly. She fits a B cup bra, wide hips and a shapely backside. Like me, she can't find a lot of clothing to fit her shape either. Chessa is mixed with Black, White, and Native American. She's gorgeous but a lot of people don't see it because of her height and her body shape. I've always told her she was gorgeous. She denies it every time. 

At this time Chessa is in her night clothes: gym shorts that don't go past the curve of her butt and a tank top. 

The two gazed at each other for a brief moment. Maurice broke the connection with a smile. He nodded his hello and stepped through her threshold. Francessca closed the door and let go of the silent breath she was holding. She turned around and saw us all standing there in the middle of her living room. She shook her head and smiled. 

"You are something else you know that?" She replied as she came to me to give me a hug.

I hugged her back and laughed with her.

"Hey, I never said it would be easy being my friend."

"You're right about that. But I have to say, there is never a dull moment."

"True!!" I replied. We separated and smiled at each other.

"I'm just glad you're alright!!" she replied and then brought me into another hug.

"Oh Chessa I'm fine. You know something like this wouldn't bring me down too long."

We separated once more and we looked at both Shane and Maurice and they both looked at us prospectively with smiles.

"So... Professor Morrison..."

"Francessca, you've just found out that I'm sleeping with one of my students; that happens to be your best friend. I think we can forgo the formalities. Please call me Shane."

"Alright, well then you call me Chessa."

Shane smiled. "Sounds good to me."

"Well, SHANE, I'm going to go out on a limb and say you were the friend that was with Angela when all of this craziness happened. Am I right?"

"You would be right Chessa."

"Well then you have my thanks and my discretion." Francessa replied.

Shane nodded in thanks.

Chessa then looked at Maurice. "Hello Maurice always a pleasure to see you."

Maurice chuckled to himself. "I'm sure it is." Maurice replied sarcastically.

Chessa shook her head, "See that's what I'm talking about. I'm trying to be cordial to you and you're being an ass."

"Oh come off of it Francessca. You don't want to be around me anymore then I want to be around you."

Francessca moved forward toward Maurice; Shane and I moved to the side and watched the scene unfold before our eyes.

"Don't start with me. It's late and I'm not in the mood for your shit. Now I have to be nice to you because of Angela; but don't push me." Chessa replied darkly.

Maurice never one to back down from a challenge stepped forward. He stood up to his full height and looked down on her with a menacing and if I'm not mistaken, lustful look.

"What are you going to do Chessa?" Maurice asked softly.

Chessa looked up at him with the same look. 

"Push me and you'll find out." She replied just as softly.

The two stood there and gazed at each other without flinch. Both ready to move at any given second. The sexual tension between the two was palpable and almost sickening. Shane and I looked on nervously. I stepped away from Shane's hold and waived my hands to get their attention.

"Ok..... Chessa and Maurice stand down. There's no need to go to blows over this." I replied nervously.

Maurice turned to me. "I'd never hit Chessa. I can find many other ways then violence to make her heel." he replied with a smile.

"Fuck you, I'm no dog. I don't heel for anyone." Chessa replied defiantly. 

"We'll see."

Maurice smiled leeringly. Chessa rolled her eyes and walked away.

"I need to get some fresh linens from the closet and put in your room. I'll be right back. Make yourself at home!!" She squeezed my hand and smiled at Shane and I. She turned to Maurice and narrowed her eyes and frowned at him. He smiled and blew her a kiss. She turned around and walked away. She wanted it to go unnoticed but I saw the slight smile that came across her face as she walked to the washroom.

When Chessa was out of earshot;I turned to Maurice.

"What the hell was that about?" I whispered as Shane and I sat down on the couches.

Maurice sat and crossed his legs. "I don't know what you're talking about." He replied nonchalantly.

"You and her was about to go to blows. What was that foreplay?"

"Foreplay? Please I don't like that girl like that."

Shane smiled. "Sorry dude I was there too. There is something more then mutual hate going on here right now. Makes me wonder what would've happened if we weren't here in the same room." Shane replied.

"Nothing would have happened." Maurice replied.

"Ok. Whatever you say dude." Shane replied

"Come on dude. You saw how she almost took my head off. I can't deal with no woman like that. We'd be fighting all the time. I wouldn't get any peace." Maurice replied.

Shane smiled and shook his head.

By this time Chessa was coming back with towels. I shook my head and she mouthed "What?' I just shook my head and smiled. She rolled her eyes once more and went into the guest room.

Shane and sat there with a smile and Maurice sat as if the scene that just unfolded hadn't happened. We sat in comfortable silence until Chessa came back. 




Lessons Learned Ch. 09



"Well the towels are on your bed. I also left you a sponge pouf. I know you like those."

I smiled, "Thank you Chessa."

Shane looked at his watch. "Well Baby I gotta get home. Are we still on for tomorrow?" 

"Yea baby." I replied.

"Good." We both got up from the sofa.

Maurice looked at his watch. "I got to get going myself." He turned to Chessa and smiled leeringly at her. She turned away from his gaze and pulled her tank down nervously. 

"I'm going to say goodbye tot hem right quick. Can I borrow some night clothes?"

"Sure. I'll put them in your room."

"Thanks Chessa." I replied.

She nodded and quickly left out the room. 

Maurice chuckled to himself and left out the door. Shane and I left out behind him. We stood at the stoop. I hugged Maurice first.

"You are something else. Why do you keep messing with that girl?"

"What do you mean?" Maurice asked in feigned surprised.

"Yea, ok. You keep on. She's going to knock you out one day."

Maurice laughed at that. He kissed me on the cheek and replied.

"Little sister there are a lot of things that Francessca LaRue would like to do me. Knocking me out is not one of them." Maurice replied confidently.

He gave me a hug, shook hands with Shane and walked down the pathway to his car with a big smile on his face. Shane and I watched him pull out and drive away.

We both turned and laughed.

"That was the most sexually tense conversation I've ever seen." Shane replied.

I wiped the tears from my eyes from laughing and replied, "I know. Reminds of a conversation I had with a certain someone the other day."

Shane put his hands around my waist, "Oh really? And who were you having this conversation with?" He asked softly.

"A certain teacher who used the ruse of cheating just to get in my pants." I replied playfully.

"Oh really. And was this said teacher successful in getting what he wanted?"

"You tell me." I replied huskily.

I reached up and kissed him chastely. He swiftly turned my soft kiss into a passionate one. He raised his arms and brought me into a tighter hold. My lips opened slightly and his tongue went in instantly. When our tongues met they instantly latched onto each in fluid motion. Our lips moved in synchronized motion. Our bodies melted into each other. We both moaned in mutual need. I could feel the moisture gather up in my panties. My pussy was throbbing for him. I could feel his hardness poking through his sweatpants. His cloaked hardness found my throbbing heat and he began to move against it in upward motion. We separated our lips from the kiss but our foreheads stayed together.

"I want you." Shane replied huskily.

"I need you." I replied.

"I wish I could stay. But I can't. Tomorrow we'll spend the whole day together. Ok?" 

I smiled and nodded.

We kissed once more and then separated. He took my hand and kissed it. I smiled at him. He let go of my hand, blew a kiss at me and walked down the pathway to his car. I smiled at his backside as he walked away. He got to his car and before he got in he smiled at me and replied,

"You know I love you right?"

I nodded yes. "I love you too Baby!!" 

He winked at me, got into the car and drove off. 

I watched him leave, turned around and walked inside the house."

Chessa was sitting there waiting for me.

"Girl, You have so much explaining to do. Neither one of us is going to bed until you dish. So get comfortable. It's going to be a long night." Chessa replied.

I shook my head and laughed.

*

CopyrightÓ April 2010 BBWLove 8369



Lessons Learned Ch. 10



*This story may seem different then what you've read. I've done a total revamp of the story. I hope you enjoy my slight revisions. Feedback is always welcome.

Chapter 10

I shook my head and laughed at her bluntness. I took a seat on her loveseat, situated myself and asked her,

"So what do you want to do know?"

Francessca looked at me in shocked silence. There was a brief moment of silence and then she replied softly,

"What do I want to know? What. Do. I. Want. To. Know.? Well lets see your house just burned down, you've been fucking our World History teacher, and last of all did you call your mother?" Francessca exclaimed in one breath.

"Ok. I see I have a lot to catch you up on. I'll start from the beginning. Do you remember class Friday when Shane or should I say Professor Morrison asked me to stay after class?"

Francessca nodded, "Yes..."

"Well, I staid after class and we kind of got into a fight."

"What do you mean you 'kind of got into a fight'?" Francessca asked.

I took a deep breath and answered, "Well.... we got into a shouting match over me allegedly cheating on out take home test. Things got a little heated and we wound up... "

Francessca gave me a wild-eyed stare and waited for me to finish. "What?" she asked.

"We wound up fucking on his desk." I answered softly. 

Francessca sat there in shocked silence. Then without notice she erupted.

"OH MY GOD!! YOU FUCKED HIM!!" Francessca exclaimed.

I nodded.

She sat there with her mouth agape and said nothing. I laughed at her shocked expression. Se took a deep breath and continued,

"Ok, well that explains his presence. What happened with the house?"

"Well after my tryst with Shane; I went home to find Devon with Sherise."

Chessa put her hand up to halt my explanation.

"Wait a minute, are you telling me that Devon cheated on you with Sherise?" She asked.

"Chessa are you telling this story or am I?"

She shook her head, "I'm sorry, continue."

"Ok. To answer your question, Yes. Devon had been cheating on me with Sherise. From what I gather, they had been doing that for awhile now."

"Oh my goodness. How did you handle that?"

"I kicked them both out. I didn't care anymore about the mortgage contract. I wanted Sherise gone." I replied

"I can understand that. But wait a minute, is that why your house was burned down?"

I nodded yes. "I can't accuse her outright because I don't know for sure. But I think she did it."

"Of course she did. Sherise is an evil person. If things don't go her way she goes crazy and does crazy things in retaliation. And speaking of her, where is the Princess of Darkness?"

I shrugged, 'I don't know. I haven't seen her since Friday afternoon."

"When I called you after the fire, were you with Shane?"

I smiled and nodded,

"I can't believe that you and Mr. Thomison are together. It's surreal."

I leaned back into my chair and looked to the ceiling. I thought briefly of Shane and sighed to myself.

"I know Chessa. He has been amazing. More then I could ever ask for. He's so attentive and loving..." I looked back at Chessa with hooded eyes, "He already knows my body and he uses it to both our satisfaction every time." I replied with a smile.

She chuckled to herself, "I'm sure he does. So did you call your mom?"

My smile changed into a frown. I looked out into the night. "Actually my mom called me. I was set to go stay with her for awhile. But then everything changed."

"What changed?" Chessa asked.

I turned back to Chessa and replied, "You remember when I first got the house and I told you that I needed a roommate. I'd even asked you to think about it."

"I know and I had to lovingly decline."

I smiled, "Yea I know. I'm not sure I have forgiven you for that yet." I jibed at her lightly.

"Yea, I'm sure."

"Well the next week a family friend of ours died. I went back for the funeral and I saw my sister Marguerite. We talked about everything under the sun. She talked about medical school and I talked about college. I mentioned that I needed a roommate and she told me that she wanted to get out of the house. By the end of the weekend we'd decided that we were going to move in together to help alleviate the expenses I was going through."

"Ok sounds good so far."

I nodded in agreement and then continued, 

"I sent Marguerite emails and numerous texts about moving plans as well as bill averages. After a week or so I didn't hear back from her. I sent the same texts and emails once more and I got a text back saying that marguerite had decided against moving in with me. "

Chessa looked on in horror, "No!!"

"Yea. I was surprised. I texted her back and asked her why? And she told me that she Mom needed her; so she couldn't leave. I was heartbroken. In the next day or two Sherise called me and told me that she needed a place to stay. She put her bid for housing in too late and the university denied her. Since I had the extra room I offered her the room . She readily excepted and you know the story from there."

"I don't understand. The only thing form that story that's new to me is the fact that Marguerite said no to moving in with you. What happened at your Mom's house that made you leave?"

"Well Chessa, I found out that the texts and emails that I had sent had never gotten to Marguerite."

Chessa looked at me with a bewildered expression, "I don't understand. Who got them then?"

"Mom did." I answered evenly.

"WHAT?!?!"

I nodded my head in defeat. "Yea. I had always mixed up the two numbers and I mistakenly sent the info to my Mom's phone. But instead of forwarding the texts and the emails she erased them and never told us."

"So are you telling me that your mother is the reason why Marguerite didn't move in and Sherise did?'

"Oh yea. In more ways then you realize."

"What do you mean?"

"Mother mentioned in passing that I needed a roommate to Sherise's mother and she in turn of course passed it on to Sherise; hence Sherise becoming my roommate."

Chessa looked on with yet another horrified expression.

"You can't be serious." She replied.

I nodded my head, "Yea, I'm very serious. Now you know why I had to leave."

"I can't believe this."

"Believe it sweetheart. My life is now very fucked up. The only good thing that came out of this; well things, are Shane and Marguerite

Chessa came over to the sofa and put her arms around my shoulders and hugged me.

"Well you always got me suge." She replied.

I squeezed her hands in response. She lowered her hands and left off the couch. She went into the kitchen and began to close up for the night.

"Thanks hun. Well I'm tired. I think I'm going to take a shower and go to bed."

"You do that. You've had a long day."

I nodded in agreement.

"Towels and a change of clothes are on your bed." She replied from the kitchen.

I went back to the kitchen gave her a qick hug and replied, "Thanks Chessa for everything. You're the best girlfriend agirl could have."

She tapped the side of her head with my forehead. I squeezed her tight and then let her go. I walked down the hallway to my room. Before I closed the door; I called out to her, "Good night Chessa!!"

"Night!" She replied.

I went into the room and closed the door behind me. I got undressed, changed into a robe, took my towel and sponge and went into the bathroom to take a shower. I slid the glass door to the side and stepped inside. The shower head next to the hot and cold nozzles was an extendable one The thought of what that showerhead could do to me made me smile.

I turned both the cold an hot nozzle on simultaneously. I got the temperature down to comfortable setting and then I turned the shower head on. The water came on and I felt water tricking down my body on each side. I was the most amazing yet relaxing feeling I'd ever felt. I kept the shower head on its stance and I stood directly under the head. I reached for my sponge and soap and began to wash my body.

I don't know if it was the water pressure or the feeling of the sponge on my body; but as soon as I reached down to wash my breasts, I realized that my nipples were rock hard. I laid the sponge on its dish and reached up and began to roughly roll one of them around in between my two fingers. I went from one nipple to the other. I closed my eyes and visualized that it wasn't my hands that was giving me this intense pleasure but Shane's mouth. I could see him taking my nipples into his mouth. I moaned for him "not to stop," and in my mind he continued to bite and suck them into submission

I soon felt a growing heat in between my legs. I reached down and felt a wetness that was a bit different from the wetness that was coming from the showerhead. I reached out and unhooked the shower head from the wall. I turned around and saw a small bench that was installed under the soap and toiletry dishes. I lifted my leg and rested it on the bench. I returned my hand to my fully erect nipples. I closed my eyes once more and my fantasy of Shane in the shower with me returned. As my hands went back and forth from one nipple to the other tweaking and pulling them; I could almost feel Shane's hot breath flow down my torso to my wanting pussy. I arched my back, opened my pussy lips, lowered the pressure and brought the shower head down to my increasingly hot pussy.

The water made instant contact with my clitoris. In my mind I didn't see a shower head; all I saw was Shane's talented mouth. I moved the shower head in small circles around my clit. Every motion that I visualized Shane doing with his tongue; I did with the shower head. It felt as though he was right there with me. 

Each pulsating hit of water allowed my body to reach a new level of ecstasy. My clitoris began to pulsate and my body began to shake. I took a hold of one of my nipples and let the feeling of euphoria take over me. I upped the pressure of the shower head. Before I knew it I was at point of no return. Wave upon wave of pleasure engulfed me and I screamed Shane's name out as I released. 

When my body calmed down from my intense orgasm; I finally felt relaxed. I turned the shower off, returned to my room and collapsed on the bed. As I was drifting to sleep my phone began to ring. I got up, went to my purse and got it out. I looked at the caller id and saw that it was Shane's number. I instantly remembered my day dream in the shower and smiled.

"Hello!" I replied.

"Hey Baby. How are you? You're sounding happy!!" Shane replied

"Yea, I just had a much needed shower." I replied

"Did you think of me when you were in the shower?" Shane asked

I chuckled to myself and sat at the edge of the bed.

"Maybe!!" 

"That means you did." Shane replied. 

I quickly changed the subject, "Didn't I just see you?" I asked.

"Yea you did. I wanted to check on you. So what are you doing?" 

"I'm about to lay down and get some sleep. What are you doing?"

"I'm laying here on my bed stroking my hard dick."

"SHANE!!!"

"Hey you asked. So have you gotten ready for bed yet?"

"Not yet. I'm still in my robe."

"Really? Can you do something for me?"

"What's that?" I asked huskily.

"Can you lay back and slightly open those legs for me?" Shane asked in a dark voice.

"Shane, we can't do this. Chessa is right down the hall. She might hear me." I replied nervously.

"Baby girl, You know I don't give a hell about that. You're laying there naked and I'm lying naked here. Since I can't make you cum in person; I'm going to do the next best thing." Shane replied

"What's that?" I replied. 

" I'm going to make you cum over this phone. So why don't you lay your beautiful head back, relax, and let daddy take care of you." Shane replied. 

I smiled at the phone and did exactly what he asked me to do. When I was lying on the bed comfortably I replied back, "I'm ready Baby."

"You know I love you right?"

"Yes baby, I do." I replied.

"You love me?" 

"Always." I replied

"That's all I need to hear. Now, what I need for you to do is to spread those beautiful thick thighs for me. Can you do that for me baby?" Shane asked.

"Yes baby." I said breathily.

"Ok. I need for you to take your free hand and touch both of those chocolate nipples. Tell me baby, are they hard?" 

"Not all the way." I replied

"That's ok. We'll get there in good time. So what I need you to do, is take your hand off your nipples and go slowly downward towards that juicy pussy. When you get to that pussy tell me if it's wet, even if it's just a little bit." Shane replied.

I moved my hand from my nipples and slowly moved down my abdomen to my pussy. I went as slow as I could because I want to prolong the excitement of touching what I knew was already a moist pussy. I slowly grazed the small bush of hair above my mound and moved down to my pussy lips. I separated them and with one of my fingers and lightly touched my already pulsating clitoris. I flicked it lightly and moaned softly.

"Ummmm that's what I'm talking about. Is my pussy wet baby?" Shane asked.

"Yes Baby." I answered breathily.

"Good. Now I want you to close your eyes and think about me being there with you. Can you see me baby?" He asked.

"Yes baby."

"Good. Ok, now can you see me at the foot of your bed standing there with my long, hard, dick in hand stroking it for you?"

"Uh huh."

"Good. You know what I want you to do for me baby?" 

"What?"

"I want you to play with those big nipples for me again. You know the one you have pierced?" he asked.

"Yes baby?"

"I want you to take that ring and move it back and forth for me. With your other hand I want you to pull the other nipple. I want you to pull it so hard that you scream . Can you do that for me baby?" Shane asked.

"Oh yes, baby." I replied.

I laid back and took the nipple piercing and moved it around as I squeezed the other nipple. I squeezed it so hard that my back arched up instantly with a mixed feeling of pain and passion. I cried out,

"OOOOOOOHHHHHH BABY THAT FEELS SO GOOD!!" I panted out.

I begin to hear a light smacking sound on the other side of the phone. "Are you stroking for me baby?" I asked breathily.

"Yes Baby. Can you hear me baby? Do you hear your man stroking his hard dick for you?" Shane asked darkly.

"Yes Baby, I can hear you." I replied.

"Good. Now the hand you have playing with the nipple without the ring I want you to slowly bring it down your body, through that beautiful bush and open those juicy pussy lips for me. Do that for me RIGHT NOW Baby." Shane stated.

"Ok Baby." I panted.

I brought my hand down my abdomen, through my soft bush to my slick pussy lips. I lightly separated them and took one of my fingers and began to light circle my already engorged clitoris. Spark after spark of pleasure seeped through my body as I continued my ministrations. The pleasure I was creating throughout my body caused my breath to become labored and sweat to run down my body.

"Are you stroking that pussy for me baby?" Shane asked.

"Yes Baby!." I panted.

"Alright, now as you stroke my beautiful pussy I want you to visualize that those fingers are my tongue. I want you to visualize that my face is planted in between your legs licking that clit and I want you to do one more thing for me. I want you to insert at least two fingers inside that pussy. Can you do that for me?" Shane asked.

By this time my pussy felt like a waterfall. I was able to easily insert two fingers into my wanting pussy. I laid there and allowed my fingers to evoke level after level of exquisite pleasure. I took the moisture from the wetness I created and brought it back to my clitoris. My clit began to enlarge after I added more of my own moisture to it. I began to rub my clit a little faster and the feeling of euphoria began to slowly take over my mind and body.

"Baby I need to cum. Make me cum Baby!!" I panted

The smacking on the other side began to get faster and faster. 

"I'm about to cum for you. But I don't want to cum without you baby. Are you ready for this dick baby? Is my pussy ready for it's dick?" Shane replied breathily.

"YES BABY GIVE ME THAT DICK!! I NEED IT SO BAD!!" I panted.

"OH FUCK BABY, I'M ABOUT TO CUM. YOU READY FOR ME BABY? YOU READY FOR YOUR DICK!?!" He screamed.

By this time I had rubbed my clit to the point of no return. My toes began to tingle and the feel of complete pleasure overtook me. I began to move around and then without notice I heard Shane scream my name as he released.

"OOOOOHHHH BABY I'M CUMMING. I'M CUMMING BABY. TAKE THIS DICK ANGELA. TAKE THIS DICK. I LOVE YOU BABY!!" He screamed as he released.

When he yelled my name that was the catalyst of yet another amazing orgasm. I screamed his name as I felt my release erupt throughout my body.

"OOOOHHHHH SHANE I'M CUMMING BABY. THIS IS YOUR PUSSY BABY. TAKE IT BABY. TAKE IT. I LOVE YOU TOO BABY. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH." I screamed simultaneously.

For a few brief moments there was silence on both sides of the phone. Shane was the first to talk,

"You there baby?" He asked.

"Yes Baby I'm here." I replied softly.

"I need to clean up. I'm going to let you go, but you know I love you right?" He asked.

"Yes Baby I know. I'll talk to you tomorrow ok?" I replied.

"Oh most definitely. We have a shopping date tomorrow right?" He asked.

"Shane you know you don't have to buy me anything." I exclaimed.

"That's not what I asked you. We have a shopping date correct?" Shane asked.

"Yes, we do." I replied in feigned defeat.

"That's more like it. I'll see you tomorrow. Love you Baby!!" Shane replied.

"Love you too." I replied.

"Good night Baby!!"

"Good night Shane." I replied.

We both hung up the phone. I smiled to myself and drifted off to a fitful sleep.

Francessca was in her room. She could hear faint murmurs in Angela's room. She was about to go check on Angela but then her phone rang. She picked it up from her nightstand and saw on the caller id that it was the Monroe Towers. She smiled inwardly. She opened the phone on the second ring and answered it,

"Hello?"

"Hello Francessca." A deep voice answered.

Chills immediately went down Francessca's spine. She breathed in and out slowly; hoping that her breath wouldn't sound labored.

"How did you get my number?" She asked in an attempt to control her rapid heartbeat.

"Do you really want to know?" He answered.

Francessca smiled into the phone, "No, not really. What do you want Maurice?"

Angela's brother Maurice smiled into the phone, "Well for one I wanted to check on my sister. How is she?"

"She's fine. She's in the guest room sleeping."

"I see. Can you slip out right quick?"

"What do you mean? Where are you?"

"I'm outside your house."

Francessca got up from her bed. She kept the phone to her ear as she walked down the hallway. She did a quick check in the guest bedroom. She found my sleeping form. She closed the door and walked to the front. She looked out the shades at her window and saw Maurice leaning on the front of his Black Escalade.

"Why are you here?" She hissed. 

"We have some unfinished business Francessca. I'm just here to finish it."

"This can't be happening." She whispered more to herself then to him.

He smiled. "Oh it's happening sweetness. So are you coming out or am I coming in? Personally I'm up for either one. What do you think?"

"I think you are seriously troubled." Chessa replied.

"Well why don't you come out here and un-trouble me."

"I can't do this Maurice. Angela has gone through enough."

"Well Francessca this isn't about Angela. This is about you and me. Now are you coming out or am I coming in?" He asked darkly.

"I'm coming out." Francessca whispered.

Francessca was still in her tank and shorts. She put on some flip flops and a light coat from the rack at the door. She walked out the door and lightly closed it behind her. Maurice smiled a lustful grin at her as she walked towards him.




Lessons Learned Ch. 10



"Why do you push me so?" Francessca asked as she stood in front of him.

"Maybe because I know how hard you're going to push back."

"You're so twisted." She replied.

"Only when it comes to you." Maurice replied.

Francessca took a small step forward. Maurice took a hold of her jacket lapel and drug her to him. He looked down at her and asked,

"Now are you going to fight me or are you going to give me what I want?"

She smirked at him, lifted to her tip toes and planted a kiss on his lips. He instantly took over the kiss. Her arms went around his waist. His arms engulfed her into a close embrace. Her mouth opened slightly and his tongue entered her mouth in one smooth motion. The two tangled together in a fight for control. Maurice won out. He kissed her with a passion that came straight from his heart. He separated from the kiss and replied huskily,

"Get in the car."

They separated from each other. He opened the car door and she climbed in. He closed the door, walked around to the driver's side, got in and drove off.

He said nothing to her as he pulled out. They drove in silence. Maurice spoke first,

"You know you're mine now right?"

"Yes." Chessa replied softly.

"Good." 

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Lessons Learned Ch. 11



Francessca and Maurice drove in sexually tensed silence. She looked outside and noticed that they were now in a wooded area. She began to get nervous. She stared at Maurice's stern expression as he drove. 

"Where are we going?" Francessca asked.

Maurice didn't answer.

"I'm serious Maurice. Where are we going?" She asked nervously.

"You'll see. We're almost there." He replied softly.

Francessca sat back in her seat and continued to look out at the open road. Before she knew it they stopped. She looked out the side of her window and saw a mid level brick house. It was surrounded by acres of lands and separated off by a log gate. It had a white door with a stain glass window above the knob. Francessca opened up the car door, stepped out of the truck and gazed at the house. 

She turned back and locked eyes with Maurice who was now leaning back on the passenger seat door,

"Whose house is this?" She asked breathily.

"It's mine." Maurice answered.

"I don't understand. I thought you lived at the hotel?" 

"I do. But on weekends and vacations I come out here."

"Why are you showing me this Maurice?" 

Maurice shyly gazed to the ground. "Because this place is special to me and I want to share it with someone who's special to me." 

Francessca was surprised and deeply touched by his words. 

"Maurice.... I don't know what to say."

Maurice looked up at Chessa and responded, "Chessa I want you. I truly believe that we were put on this earth for each other. I wasn't playing when I told you that you belonged to me. But it doesn't stop at that because I belong to you too. Tell me you believe me?"

"Maurice I know that there is something going on between us. But.... I don't understand you. You make it seem as though you hate me and then you turn around and say that I belong to you. You don't even know me!!" Chessa exclaimed.

"I know more then you think I know. I know you were born in Seattle, Washington. I know that your parents have lived all around the world. I know that you started learning the piano at seven years old. I know that you like to teach but you love to perform. I know that you like to hang out with friends but would rather stay home and watch a good movie. I know hat you love dogs but have always gotten cats for pets. I know that you've never been in a real relationship before. And you want to know why?"

"Why?" Chessa asked softly.

"Because you were meant for me. I'M the man that you're supposed to be with."

Francessca turned her eyes away from Maurice's as tears began to fight their way down her face, " How can I be the one made for you? We fight all the time. You don't even like me."

"How can you say that?"

"Does 'a socialist vigilante that can play the piano like a dream' sound familiar to you?"

"How did you know I said that?" Maurice inquired.

Francessca turned to him, "Angela told me. But that's not the poinr. Every time we're in the same room together we fight. Example in point: when Angela came by with Shane you and I were close to blows then." 

Maurice walked toward her and put his arms around her waist. "Ok. Yes we're opposites in every way. But let's look at another example. When my father died and I couldn't talk to anyone about it, you got me to talk. You stood there and you let me vent all my frustrations and fears. And then you held me in your arms all night. Every time I've needed someone to talk to about the wrong and the right in my life you're there for me. And those fights you talk of? They are strong passionate fights that only make me want you more. There is no one on this earth that can take the good and the bad from me like you Francessca LaRue. You're fighting this hold that we have on each other right now Chessa. I know why you're doing it. I don't agree with it, but I understand it. But before you go back into that shell of denial, let me give you a taste of what being with me can be like." 

Francessca looked up and stared into Maurice's lustful gaze, "How would I do that?"

Maurice pulled her into a passionate embrace. He brought her lips to his and kissed her with lustful abandon. Her lips opened and his tongue entered in and attached itself to hers. Both of their mouths opened a little wider as the their two tongues passionately clung to each other for dear life. His hands moved from her waist to the curvature of her ass. He squeezed her protruding globes and brought her closer to his growing hardness. She moaned when her short-clad pussy brushed up against his ever growing erection. They stayed in each other's embrace for a few moments and then Maurice separated from her. He continued to lustfully stare at her. He reached out to her in a silent plea. Francessca let out a slow breath, grasped his hand and allowed Maurice to lead her into his home.

They went up the steps, he opened the door, she went in first, he followed and closed the door behind him. Francessca turned to him and the two gazed at each other. Maurice swiftly strode to her, took her into his arms and kissed her once more. Francessca's body immediately melted into his embrace. Their tongues latched to each other once more in a tango of lust. Both persons competing for absolute dominance over the others emotions. In the end Maurice won. 

His hands found their way down the arch of her back to her ass. He grabbed on to her ass cheeks and picked her up. Francessca's legs automatically wrapped around his waist. With their lips still locked in a kiss and Francessca in tow; Maurice walked to the couch. He laid on the couch with Francessca wrapped under him. He broke away from the kiss and the two laid in each other arms for a few sexually tensed moments. He whispered in her ear,

"I need to have you, taste you. Will you let me?" 

She nodded. 

He licked the edge of her ear and continued down her neck. Francessca moaned in delight. He nibbled her neck for a moment and then bit down. Francessca's eyes flew open. She began to moan louder as the mixture of pain and pleasure flowed through her body as Maurice continued to mark her as his. 

"You like that?" He whispered.

"Uh hmm" She moaned.

He smiled. 

He kissed and licked the mark he made. As he kissed her his hand reached down to the hem of her tank top. He lifted from her slightly so that he could remove the tank as a whole. Their eyes never left each other. Francessca raised her arms to help him remove the tank from her body. Once the tank was of; he gazed down at her bare chest. He lustfully gazed at her dime sized areolas and proud nipples that stood at full attention. They were so sharp that they could have sliced through glass. 

"You are so beautiful." He murmured.

Maurice took both breasts into his hands and began to knead them like dough. Francessca closed her eyes and allowed the sensations to run through her. 

Maurice bent down and took one of the nipples into his mouth. He continued his ministrations on the other. Waves of ecstasy continued to move through her. Her pussy lips began to throb and her womanly essence began to flow. She wasn't wearing any underwear so a small wet spot began to form at the crotch of her shorts. The smell of her arousal began to fill the air. Francessca began to move her hips to the unheard beat of his tongue on her breasts. 

Maurice took the his left hand away from her breast and brought it down to her crotch. Francessca moaned in disappointment at the loss of the hand but then sighed when she felt his hand cup her throbbing heat. He tiptoed his fingers inside the cuff of her shorts and instantly found her pulsating digit. He caressed her walls and then began a circular motion around her clit. 

"Oh Maurice!!" Francessca moaned.

He lifted from her nipples and returned to her ear, "Spread your legs for me baby." Maurice whispered.

Her legs instantly spread. He left her pussy for a few quick moments so he could remove her shorts. Once he removed her shorts he saw how wet and ready she was for him. He inserted a finger into her pussy. Her pussy lips instantly grabbed on to it and began to girate against it as if it was a cock. He inserted two more and used his thumb as a clit massager. Francessca brought both her hands to her breast and began to tease her nipples with her spit and two fingers. Her pussy lips clamped down on his fingers as he finger fucked her. His fingers scrapped against her spot. She arched her back and moaned her approval. Maurice's eyes never left Francessca. He began to rub her throbbing digit a little faster.

"OH BABY!! DON'T STOP BABY. ....PLEAS DON'T STOP!!!" she exclaimed as she got closer to release.

He continued to thrust faster and faster.

"Open your eyes Francessca!! I want to see your face when you cum for me." Maurice replied.

Chessa opened her eyes. And as each thrust brought her closer and closer to release; she never left his gaze. When it became too much for her she tilted back and screamed out, 

"OOOOOOOOOHHHH FUUUUUUCCCCCKKK. IM CUMMMMING BABY!!" 

As wave upon wave of orgasmic bliss engulfed her; Maurice removed his thumbs and replaced it with his tongue. Just as she was coming down from her last orgasm a bigger one followed right after. She began to bounce on his fingers and ride his tongue as if it was dick. 

"I'M CUMMING BABY, I'M CUUUUMMMIINNG!!" She exclaimed again.

Maurice opened his mouth wider and allowed her cum to drizzle down his throat. To him she tasted like blueberries and musk. She screamed out his name as she let this orgasm take over her body. The intensity of the orgasm caused her to black out.

Maurice removed his fingers from her pussy and looked on Francessca's sexually exhausted body with a smile. He kissed her lips lightly. His dick was throbbing inside his slacks. He knew he would take care of that later. His main goal was to make sure that Francessca was satisfied. And from the looks of it; she was. He dressed her, lifted her up and took her to the car. When she was safely in the car; Maurice went back and locked up the house. He went into the car, looked at Francessca's now sleeping form, smiled to himself and drove off into the night.

The next morning I awoke and found Francessca already up. She sat at the table drinking coffee and looking out into space. 

"Good Morning!!" I replied.

Francessca almost jumped out her chair when she heard me. 

"Morning." She replied shakily as she attempted to situate herself. Luckily her coffee hadn't spilled.

"You seem a little jumpy. Are you ok?" I asked as I went to the counter to make myself a cup of coffee.

Francessca smiled nervously, "Yea.. Yea. I'm good."

"Are you sure?" I asked

"Yea. I'm good. So what are you up to today?"

"Well I think Shane wanted to go to the mall today. After that I don't know. What about you? What are you doing today?" I asked.

Francessca shook her head, "Nothing much. Thought I do some practicing. Maybe do some house work." 

"Sounds exciting!!" I sarcastically replied.

I stepped away from the counter and sat across from her at the table. 

"So.... What were you thinking about before I stepped in the kitchen?"

:Francessca looked down and shook her head, " Nothing much. I have a lot of tests coming up and then my jury is coming up. I'm just trying to get everything in order in my head." She smiled sheepishly.

"Really. And is everything in order?" I asked

"Yea. Everything's good." She smiled.

"Good." I replied. 

I got up from the chair, washed out my cup and put it in the cupboard. 

"Well, I'm going to go take a shower. Can I borrow a t-shirt and a pair of jeans from you?" I replied.

"Sure no problem. Let me get it." Francessca replied.

She quickly got up and walked to her room. 

"Francessca?"

She turned and answered, "Yea?"

"When you're ready to tell me what's really on your mind let me know." I replied with a knowing smile. 

She chuckled to herself, turned back around and went on to her room. I went into the guest room, closed the door behind me and undressed. While I was undressing I got a call. I looked on the caller id and it was Shane. I answered with a smile,

"Hello?"

"Hey Baby, how are you?" 

"I'm doing well." I replied

"Did you sleep well?"

"Oh yes. I slept like a baby." I replied with a smile.

"Oh really? I wonder why?"

"Oh some wonderful man put me right to sleep with his words." I teased.

"Well this man should get a prize for his good deed." Shane teased back.

I laughed, "Yea I guess he should. And what exactly would he like?"

"Oh I'm sure he can think of a few.." 

A beep from my other line interrupted him. I looked at the caller id and saw that it was Marguerite. 

"Baby, I'm sure I can accommodate. Can you hold for a minute my sister is beeping though."

"Sure babe. Is everything alright?" 

"Yea I'm sure everything's fine. Hold on for me."

I clicked over, "Hey Margie what's up?"

"Hey Peanut. We've got a small problem!!"

"Oh Lord. What's happened now?"

"They found Sherise."

"Really, how is that a problem? I think that's cause for celebration. When do I get to send the bitch to jail?" I asked

"Peanut, I'm afraid that's not going to happen."

"Why? Did they find out that's someone else burned my house?"

"No, we still think that she burned down your house. But we'll never find out now."

"Marguerite what are you trying to tell me here?" I asked.

"Angela Sherise is Dead!!

"What? How can she be dead? I just saw her like four days ago."

"I know Peanut. And unfortunately within that time she was killed."

I sat at the edge of the bed and listened to Marguerite explain the details of Sherise's death. I sat in shocked silence.

"How did she die?" I asked softly.

"It seems as though she was burnt to death. There's nothing left but ash."

"If there's nothing but ash, how did they know it was her?"

"Well apparently, your ex Devon went to the police station and filed a missing persons report for her. So she was already in the database. And yesterday while some of the workers at the trash yard were separating the trash bags; one of the trash bags tore open and half of a skull fell out. The cops were called. They came and collected the bags that were filled with what looked like ash. They took it to the labs to get DNA and they found out that it was Sherise's DNA."

"Are you serious?"

"Yea. They questioned Devon and he told them about the fight. They got in touch with her Mom and told her what happened. She's not too happy with you right now."

"Me!?!? What did I do?" I exclaimed.

"Well according to Devon, you were the last one that saw her alive. So unfortunately you're the first on the list of suspects." 

"Marguerite you know damn well I haven't seen or talked to Sherise since I kicked her out my house." 

"I know that, but the police don't know that. And that brings me to why I'm calling."

"Ok. What's up?"

"The police want to talk to you. They want to meet you at the house."

I shook my head in denial. "Marguerite I'm not going back to that house." I replied.

"I'm sorry Baby Girl, but you're going to have to. You don't have a choice. It's either you talk to them at the house or at the precinct."

"Why am I even on the list? And wait a minute, I wasn't the last one that saw her alive. Devon was. When I kicked them out, Devon was with her."

"Well then you need to tell the cops that. Because with the house burning down they're saying you have a bigger motive then anyone."

I shook my head in defeat.

"When will this nightmare be over Margie?" 

"I don't know sweetheart. I wish I could tell you that it will be over soon, but I can't. When can you get here? Andreas, Maurice and I are leaving now." 

"I have Shane on the other line. I'll have him take me over there."

"Alright Peanut. I'll see you within the hour?" 

'Yea!!" I replied.

She sighed, "Alright. You know we got your back right?"

"I know."

"I love you Angela."

"I love you too Margie. I'll be at the house in a little bit." 

"Alright.

I saw that Shane was still on the other line. I clicked over.

"Your lucky I love you. What took you so long?" He asked teasingly.

"Baby I need you to do me a favor." I replied gravely.

"What happened?" he asked darkly.

"They found Sherise."

"Good, when can you sign the papers to put that bitch away?"

I chuckled, "You know, that's the exact same thing I said."

He smiled at the phone, "See we're already thinking the same. It must be fate."

"It must be. But unfortunately they won't be able to put her in jail."

"Why's that? Don't tell me they found out that someone else did it."

"No, nothing like that. Shane, Sherise is dead!!" I replied

"What?"

I let go of a slow breath, "Yea. They found her yesterday. Supposedly half of a skull was found in a trash bag at the nearby trash site. They accumulated all of the ashes, did a DNA test and found out that it was her."

There were a few moments of silence on the phone. We both needed to allow the news to stick in our minds.

"Ok. So what's the favor."

"Well, I'm supposedly on the top of the list of suspects...."

"WHAT!?!?!"

"Yea. Supposedly Devon went to the cops and told them that I was the last one to see her alive. So they need to question me. I can either meet with them at the house or the precinct."

"Well we both know that you couldn't have done this. And I'll testify if I have to."

"Baby I don't want you to lose your job over this." I replied

"Sweetheart my job is the least of our worries. I'm coming to get you. Can you be ready in thirty?"

"Yes." 

"Alright. I'm on my way. And Angela?"

"Yea Baby?"

"I love you and I'm not going to let anything happen to you. You hear me?"

I nodded at the phone. "I hear you."

"Good. I'll be there in thirty."

"Ok. And Shane?"

"Yea Baby."

"I love you too. And Thank You... for everything." I replied. 

We both hung up. I looked up and saw Chessa standing there with the clothes in her hands in shocked silence.

"How much of that did you hear?"

She let go of her held breath in one big sigh. "Everything."

Tears began to fall down my cheeks. Chessa ran to the bed, dropped the clothes at the side of the bed, took me into her arms and began to rock me as I sobbed uncontrollably. 

I wiped my tears and Chessa asked with a smile, "I know you're not mourning that bitch. So what are you thinking?"

I laughed in between my tears. "I'm just so tired. That girl has brought me years of grief while alive and now even in death; she's causing me grief. I just don't know what to do. You have to know that I had nothing to do with her death."

"Oh I know that. You were otherwise occupied when all of this madness was going on." Francessca replied with a mischievous smile. 

"True."

"But what I can't believe is that Devon would point you out like that."

"I know. Especially since he was the one that saw her alive last."

"Really?"

"Yea. When I kicked them out; I kicked them both out." I replied.

"This is crazy." 

"I know." I replied.

I wiped the rest of my tears away and lifted myself from Chessa's embrace. "Well I need to get ready. Shane should be here shortly." 

Chessa nodded.

I picked up the clothes and went to the bathroom.

Chessa left out the room and went into her room. She heard her phone ring and went to go pick it up. She looked at the caller id and saw it was Maurice.

"Hello?"

"I'm guessing you heard the news?" Maurice replied darkly.

"I did."

"Angela didn't kill that girl." Maurice replied.

"Trust me. I know she didn't. Devon is just being a little bitch right now."

"And that my dear, will be his downfall." Maurice replied

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Lessons Learned Ch. 12



"What's going to happen to her Maurice?" Chessa asked.

"I don't know Chessa. But what I do know, is that she didn't kill that girl and she won't be going to jail for something she didn't do. I'm going to make sure of that." 

"You promise?" Francessca asked softly.

"Baby, I'm not going to let anything happen to our girl. Ok?" 

"Ok." 

"Now I have to go. If I find out anything; I'll let you know. And Francessca?"

"Yea?"

"Thank you for last night. It was the best time I've had, EVER!!"

Francessca blushed and answered, "Last night was amazing. I just wish you would have let me take care of you." She answered softly.

"Baby Girl, just watching you was enough for me. You were so beautiful last night." 

"You really think so?" Francessca replied.

"Oh yea."

"Well next time it'll be all about YOU!!"

"I look forward to it." Maurice replied and hung up the phone.

Francessca hung up her phone with a sigh and a smile. She sat down at the side of her bed and played back in her mind all that happened between her and Maurice the night before. While she was in the middle of her daydream the doorbell rung. I heard it as well. I yelled to her from the stall,

"That might be Shane. I'm still in the shower could you get that for me Chessa?" 

"Not a problem."

Chessa got up from her chair and went to the door. She opened up the door and their stood Shane.

"Let me guess, she's still in the shower!!" He replied

Francessca nodded with a laugh. 

"Come on in Shane. She's almost finished." She replied.

"I'm sure she is. Do you mind if I wait in her room?"

"Not at all."

He nodded his thanks. He went into my room and sat at in the far chair by the window. I came rushing out of the bathroom and ran straight into the bedroom. I locked the door behind me and before I could turn around I heard,

"Now this is what I like to see; my girl wet and ready for me." 

I turned around and found Shane looking at me lustfully. I held my towel nervously to my body. 

"Shane!! What are you doing in here baby?" I squeaked out.

Shane got up from his seat and walked toward me. "I was waiting for you. Francessca told me that you weren't quite ready. So.... I thought I might help you along."

We stood across from each other. He gave me a challenging gaze. His eyes were silently pleading with me to move from my spot. I attempted to edge my way from the door toward the bed for my clothes. Shane noticed my movement and grabbed my clothes before I could get to them. He laid them to the side, walked towards me and stood before me. He bent down to his knees.

"Here let me." He replied softly. 

He pulled the towel down from my body and threw it to the side. I nakedly stood in front of him; trembling with anticipation. He kissed every inch of skin from my ankle to my thigh. He moved from there to my throbbing heat. He did a quick swipe with his tongue over my slit and then traveled down the other leg. I leaned back on the wall, closed my eyes and allowed him to take control of my body.

Shane lifted one of my legs and brought it to rest on his shoulder. I used the other leg to keep balance on the floor. In this position, his mouth was in direct contact with my quivering pussy. He licked my slit once more. He took his fingers, separated the folds and began to lick my throbbing digit with his tongue. With his other hand he inserted two fingers into my pussy and began to stroke the inside of my walls. His finger thrusts were in direct rhythm with his tongue on my clit. Before I knew it my orgasm was began to build within the pit of my stomach.

"I'm. About. To. Cum. Baby!!" I whispered.

He began to thrust and lick faster. The tremors of my pending orgasm began to overcome my body. I took a hold of closet door handle to keep my balance. When it became to be too much for me to handle; I began to thrust my clit across his tongue in a lustful frenzy. Within seconds I exploded all over his tongue. 

Shane continued to lick on my overly sensitive digit. Within seconds I was biting down on my lip to keep from yelling out his name as his further ministrations brought me to another orgasm. He stopped licking me and allowed me to lower my leg to the ground. 

While I was drifting back from the throes of my orgasms; Shane had unbuttoned his jeans and allowed them and his boxers to fall to the ground. He swiftly wrapped my leg around his waist and inserted himself inside me. I gasped in surprise at how full I felt with him inside me.

I wrapped my other leg around his waist and my arms around his neck. He grabbed my ass cheeks and began to rapidly thrust inside my wanting pussy. As he continued to ravish my pussy; he whispered in my ear,

"You like that Baby? You like how Daddy fucks his pussy?"

"Yes Daddy. Take. This. Pussy!!" I whispered.

His dick immediately found my g-spot. The tip of it scraped against it repeatedly. I immediately felt another orgasm fight for release from my body. As my orgasm continued to build from within; my hold around his neck got tighter. I loosened my hold and began to caress his upper back. 

"I can't hold it any longer Baby!!" I whispered.

"Cum For Me Angela!!" Shane demanded.

I tilted my head back and moaned his name as I released. The feeling of my release on Shane's cock triggered his own. He tilted his head back and growled out his release. Rope after rope of cum was released into my waiting womb.

As we both attempted to catch our breaths; I lowered my legs from around his waist. He held me close and whispered, 

"I love you Baby."

"I love you too." I replied.

I separated from his embrace to get my clothes. He went back to the chair and watched me get dressed. When I was fully dressed we both left out the room. We went into the living room and found Francessca sitting in the living room watching television. She looked up at us with a knowing smile when she saw us. 

"I must say, I've never known it to take two people to help one person get dressed. Unless of course that person is an invalid. And I know for a fact that neither one of you is an invalid. So it makes me wonder...." She replied.

I looked down at my shoes with an embarrassed smile. Shane chuckled to himself.

"So are you going to your Mom's now?" Francessca asked.

I looked up and nodded.

"Yea I guess I am." 

I looked at my watch and saw how late I was running. I looked up at Shane and replied,

"We probably should go." 

He nodded his head in agreement. I went to Francessca and gave her a hug.

"Call me when you're on your way back home, Ok?"

"I will."

I straightened up from our embrace and went to collect my purse. Shane reached out his hand to me and I took it.

"You ready?" 

I nodded yes. 

I waived at Chessa one last time and walked out the door with Shane behind me.

We walked hand in hand to his car. He opened the passenger side door for me. I climbed inside and he waited for me to get settled before he closed the door after me. He went around the car to the driver's side, climbed in, started the car and drove off.

We drove in comfortable silence for awhile. Shane spoke out first,

"So what are you going to say when the cops talk to you."

"I don't know. I have to ask you, how much do you want me to reveal about us?"

"I think you should tell the truth."

"But what about your job? You could get in trouble if our relationship gets out."

"Angela I'm more then aware of the consequences that comes with having sexual relationships with students. While I've never done this before; I still know what could happen if found out."

"Aren't you worried?"

"You don't get it do you?"

"What?"

"I don't care. I knew I had to have you when I first saw you enter my classroom. We are both consenting adults. I'm not ashamed or sorry for what I've done and what I'm going to do later." He replied with a smile.

I blushed at his words. 

"You are so bad."

"Bad to the Bone Baby!!" He teased.

I chuckled to myself. 

"But seriously, are you sure about me telling the WHOLE truth?." I asked.

"Yes. I'm ready for whatever comes out of it. And you know that whatever happens, I got your back."

I laid one of my hands on his and squeezed it.

"Thank you baby. You have been an immense help for me. I couldn't have gotten through this without you."

"Like I told you before; we belong together. There is no other place I would rather be then with you. We will get through this. Ok?"

I nodded,

"Ok." I replied.

We drove in silence for the rest of the way to my mom's house. Outwardly I tried to appear calm; but inwardly I was scared to death. Everyone knew that I didn't kill Sherise, but there was still a small chance that I could be blamed for it. The thought f going to jail for something I didn't do was the most frightening thing of all. 

A few minutes later we arrived at my mom's house. Shane stopped the car, got out, went to my side and opened the door for me. I stepped out and paused. My whole body was filled with the dread of having to come back to this house. Shane put his hand around my waist and squeezed me to him. 

"You don't have to do this you know" He replied.

I closed my eyes and leaned the side of my head to his. I let got of a silent breath.

"I wish that were true. But it's not. It's either here or the precinct. And I don't want to be treated like a criminal unless I've acted like one. And I didn't do this."

"I know baby. Because if you'd done it, I would've known. Hell I would've been there."

"True."

"So don't worry about it. Ok baby. I got you."

I nodded.

He stepped ahead and reached out his hand to me.

"Shall we?"

I nodded and put my trembling hand into his. He squeezed it and led me up the pathway to my mother's door. I took my key out and unlocked the door. We went inside. I could hear small murmurs in the family room.

"Hello!!" I called out.

"She's here." I heard someone say.

I then heard some rustling about and instantly all of my siblings came walking through the threshold to the vestibule where Shane and I stood.

Marguerite came towards me first with her arms wide open. I walked to her and we both fell into each others arms. Andreas and Maurice came around us both and joined the hug. Shane stood to the side and watched us. Maurice looked up and motioned for Shane to come forward,

"You might as well come on over too man. You're apart of this family now!!"

I turned and reached out my hand to him. Shane took it and joined the group hug. 

"Can I get in on this?" Ian said from the family room.

Marguerite smiled and reached her hand out to her husband. We all gathered together and hugged each other once more. After a few moments, Everyone separated except Marguerite and I. She put her hands on the side of my face, looked me straight in the eyes and kissed my cheek.

"You ok?" She asked

"Yea." I said.

"You're lying. But that's ok. Because after today everything is going to be just fine." She replied with a knowing smile.

"You promise?." I asked with a nervous smile.

"Absolutely!!" Marguerite replied.

She kissed my cheek again, took my hand and turned to Shane.

"I really didn't leave you with a good impression of me the last time we saw each other. And for that I apologize. My sister and I have been through a lot these past few years and unfortunately I've taken that out on the wrong people. When I should've been taking it out on the catalyst of it all. But that issue will be taken care in due time. You really seem to love my sister. You're definitely a step higher then what she usually brings in here...."

I playfully squeezed Marguerite's hand. All the men chuckled softly in the background.

She looked at me with an innocent expression, "What? Am I lying?"

"Margie you haven't changed a bit!!" I replied.

"Oh stop." she replied with a smile. 

She turned back to Shane and continued, 

"You obviously love my sister or you wouldn't be here. So I think that we should start over."

"I'm not opposed to that whatsoever."

Marguerite reached out her hand. "Hello, my name is Marguerite DeMarcos and you are?"

"Shane Morrison. Nice to meet you."

"Likewise." 

The two shook hands. She gestured at her husband's direction. Ian stepped forward and took Shane's hand.

"This is my husband Ian."

"How you doing man?" Ian replied.

"I'm good man. I'm good."

Ian nodded, "Good to hear."

Ian walked away and patted Shane on the back as he walked back to his spot by the living room threshold. 

As I stood there and held Marguerite's hand I looked at everyone around me. I reveled in the feeling of love I was surrounded by. I left from Marguerite's side and walked to Shane. He put his hand around my waist and held him close. Andreas stepped forward and reached out his hand to Shane,

"We haven't officially met either. I'm Angela's older brother Andreas."

Shane took his hand, shook it and replied,

"Nice to meet you too man. I'm Shane."

"Well it's nice to know that everyone is all acquainted" a voice replied from behind us.

We all turned and looked up the stairwell to find our mother standing proudly at the top. 

"Hello children. I'm glad to see all of you here together. I just got off the phone with Detective Morrison should be here shortly. Are you ready for this Angela?'

"Yes ma'am."

"She told me to tell you that this is a routine interview and that you shouldn't be nervous. You haven't been charged with anything. You're just a person of interest right now."

"What do you mean a person of interest? What does that mean?"

"It means that she is someone that they need to get a statement from as soon as possible." Mother replied.

I turned to Marguerite and replied, " It's alright Margie. I know that I didn't do anything wrong. So there's nothing to worry about."

"And I like to keep it that way!!" Mother replied.

"Wait a minute. Did you say Detective Morrison?" Shane asked.

"I did. Why do you ask?"

"That wouldn't be Detective Olivia Morrison would it?"

"Actually, I believe it is." Mother replied.

I turned to Shane and asked,

"Baby do you know her?"

Shane nodded. "If it's who I think it is. Then yes."

"Who is it?"

Shane turned to me and replied,

"Detective Morrison is my sister." 

"Your sister?" I asked nervously.

Shane put his arms around me and brought me closer. He looked into my eyes and replied,

"Yes, my sister. But that could be a good thing. With her on the case; there's a better chance of discretion when it comes to our relationship. We could use that in our favor."

I nodded, "True."

By this time our mother had ascended down the steps. She stood beside Maurice.

"Why does she need to be discreet about your relationship. You both are consenting adults correct?" 

"Of course they are Mother." Marguerite replied.

"Then what's the problem."

No one spoke. Shane and I lowered our eyes.

"Ok is there something that everyone else knows that I don't?" Mother asked.

"I might as well tell her...."

"Shane.." I replied nervously.

"It's ok baby." He replied.

"Well someone needs to tell me something!!" Mother exclaimed.

"Maybe there's things that you don't need to know!!" Marguerite piped in.

"Marguerite..." I pleaded.

"NO!! This woman can't be trusted. Yesterday was proof of that!!"

"I agree. But I'd rather we tell her, then she find out some other way." I replied.

Shane raised his hand to silence us both, "It's alright. I'll tell her." he replied.

We dropped our hands from around each other. He put his arm around my waist. turned to my mother and replied.

"As you can plainly see, I'm madly in love with your daughter. But we never told you where we met. I met Angela at the university."

"Ok. What's so wrong with that? So you're a student there." Mother replied.

"Let him finish Mom." Maurice replied.

"No ma'am I'm not a student." Shane continued. "I'm a actually one of Angela's teachers."

"You're a TEACHER?!?" Mother exclaimed.

"Yes ma'am I am."

"Aren't there laws against teachers fraternizing with their students?"

"Yes there are. But I don't care about that. I've known Angela for a long time now. Even before she was in my class. I tried to stay away, but I couldn't. I know that if this relationship is found out, I could lose my job. But Mrs. Monroe I don't care. I knew from the first time I saw your daughter that she was the one. I was just waiting for her to realize it." Shane replied with a smile.

Marguerite beamed from ear to ear, "Well said Brother. Well said." She replied.

"Oh please. This is wrong. You are too old for my daughter and I don't approve of this."

I stepped toward my mother with narrowed eyes, "Well Mother this is not your choice. Shane is the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. And that's just something you're going to have to deal with." I replied.

"How can you sit here and tell me that this man is the one you want to spend the rest of your life with; when you've been with him for no more then a week. And just three months ago you were saying the same thing about Devon!!"

"That's not true. I never said that I wanted to spend my life with Devon. Devon and I were not as serious about each other as Shane and I are."

"How do I know that this SICK relationship you're in with him is serious?"

"Now that's a but uncalled for Ms. Estelle." Shane replied.

I put my hand up, turned to Shane and replied, "No Baby it's ok..." I turned back to my mom and looked her in the eyes and continued, 

"We just have to show her that this is FOREVER!!" 

"Not if I have anything to say about it." Mother replied.

Shane and I glared at my mother in silence. Suddenly the doorbell rang.

"I'll get that." Andreas replied.

We all turned to the door as Andreas opened it. A tall, olive skinned woman with a briefcase walked through the door. She wore a gray pencil skirt with a button down, purple silk shirt tucked in the skirt with a wide gray belt around her waist. She wore minimal makeup. Her hair was tied back into a tight bun. She wore gray, four inch heeled pumps. Her features were soft yet serious. She had the same high cheekbones and cool emerald green eyes as Shane. She was very curvy and stood at 6 feet tall with the heels on.

The instant Andreas locked eyes with her his body immediately hardened. She too could feel the instant attraction. She quickly masked her immediate thoughts. She smiled and replied,

"Hello, I'm Detective Olivia Morrison. I believe you've been expecting me."

Olivia reached out her hand and Andreas took it into his hand and squeezed it. "I'm Andreas and yes.... We've been expecting you" Andreas softly replied. 

The two stood at the door looking at each other for a few trance-like moments. Marguerite and I snickered to ourselves. Maurice shook his head in embarrassment. Shane bent his head down to hide his smile. 

Our light laughter broke their trance. Olivia quickly removed her hand from Andreas's hold and lowered her eyes in embarrassment,

"Well it's wonderful to meet you Andreas. May I come in?"

He smiled. "Sure."

Andreas stepped aside and allowed Olivia to come into the house. She immediately saw Shane.

"Now you're a sight for sore eyes. What are you doing here little brother?" She asked as her and Shane embraced. 

"I could ask you the same, Detective. I thought you were in Texas?" Shane replied as the two ended their embrace.

"I was. They transferred me here once I made detective." She replied.

"Well congratulations big Sis!!" Shane replied. The two embraced again. 

"It's so good to see you little Brother." 

"Likewise. I want you to meet someone. This is my girlfriend Angela Monroe."

She turned to me and quickly sized me up. I nervously stood there as she looked me over. 

She nodded in approval. She reached out her hand to me and smiled.




Lessons Learned Ch. 12



"Nice to meet you Angela."

I shook her hand , "Likewise. Thank you so much for coming here on such short notice. You could've been doing so many other things today." 

"It's not a problem."

"Well now that we've had a 'Morrison Family Reunion' can we get this over with." Mother replied sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes in shame. "Please excuse my mother.Policemen make her nervous. Before we begin, please let me introduce you to everyone. You've already met my brother Andreas, this is my sister Marguerite and her husband Ian, this is my other brother Maurice and this is my incredibly rude mother Estelle." 

Everyone except mother greeted Olivia after their introductions. 

Olivia nodded to everyone and replied,

"Nice to meet you all. But your mother is correct. We should try to get this interview over as soon as we can."

I gestured to the family room and replied,

"In that case, shall we begin?"

"After you. " She replied.

Shane and I walked into the family room first with Olivia following us. Everyone except Andreas followed suit after Olivia. He went into the dining room and brought out one of the dining room chairs. He sat the chair on the other side of the coffee table directly across from us on the couch. Andreas motioned for Olivia to sit down. She nodded her thanks and the two locked eyes briefly once more. He cleared his throat, turned and went to sit down on the loveseat that stood beside us on the big couch. Shane, I and Marguerite sat on the main couch across from Olivia. Ian sat on the arm of the couch behind Marguerite. Maurice stood by the far window and mother sat in the rocking chair that sat pivotal to the fire place.

"Would you like anything to drink?" I asked Olivia.

"No, I'm fine thank you."

Olivia reached down for the briefcase that she sat beside her chair. She placed on her lap, opened it and brought out a tape recorder, microphone and notepad. She put the briefcase back beside her chair, put the materials on the coffee table and looked back at me. Before she turned on the tape recorder she told me how the interview would be conducted,

"Ok Angela, this interview has to be recorded for legal purposes. I'm going to ask you a few questions. If you are not comfortable with the questions or if you need to take a break let me know ok?"

I took a deep breath and nodded yes. Shane brought his hand around my shoulders for support. Ian put a hand on Marguerite's shoulder. She took his hand and squeezed it lightly. Olivia turned on the tape recorder, pushed the record button and sat it beside the microphone. The red light immediately came on. She picked up the notepad and spoke into the microphone,

"May 13, 2010. This is Detective Olivia Morrison here questioning a person of interest in the Sherise Harper murder case. Please state your name."

I bent forward and replied into the microphone,

"Angela Bianca Monroe."

Olivia looked down at the notepad and began to ask the questions written down.

"How did you know the deceased Sherise Harper?"

"We grew up together and she was my roommate."

"Ms. Monroe had you seen Ms. Harper before she died?"

"Yes I had.." I replied.

"Ok. Could you please tell me about that day?"

I nodded. "I'd just gotten home from class that day. I went to go get something to eat and I heard moans in my basement. I recognized the people moaning as Sherise and my ex boyfriend Devon Jones."

"Mr. Jones was with the deceased that day?" Olivia asked.

"Yes ma'am. When I caught them together they had just finished having sexual intercourse." I replied.

"Hmm that's interesting. Mr. Jones hadn't mentioned that in his deposition. When you found Ms. Harper and Mr. Jones together, what happened?"

"We had a confrontation. I confronted her about all the financial issues that we'd been having; and I told her that I wanted her out of my house. I asked Devon how long he had been fucking her and he said that, that was the first time. I will admit that I called her a lot of names. She got upset and tried to attack me. Devon took her upstairs to her room so that she could calm down. He came back downstairs and tried to explain himself to me. I told him to leave. He went on to further explain and plead his case. I told him it was over. He got mad and told me that I was the reason why he cheated. He said that if I wasn't so frigid he wouldn't have to cheat."

Shane brought me closer to him. I looked at him and smiled. He held a dark expression. I tilted my head to his mouth and he chastely kissed my forehead. I lifted back up and continued,

"I told him to leave my house again and to take Sherise with him. He went back upstairs and brought her down with him. She continued to threaten me as Devon took her out of the house."

"And was that the last time you saw the deceased?"

"No ma'am. I saw her and Devon later on that day."

"And this was after you told them to leave?"

"Yes ma'am. We had another talk and Sherise went on to bring up family history that she'd heard from her mother and threw it in my face."

"What did she say to you?" Mother demanded.

Olivia pushed the "off" button on the recorder and turned to my mom. 

"Mrs. Monroe, I understand your anger at the situation but you can't speak out during the deposition."

"With all due respect Detective, my daughter has to sit here and relive some of the most horrific moments of her life; you'll have to excuse me for being concerned.

Marguerite turned to our mother and replied, "Oh Mother stop your dramatics. You're only 'concerned' because you were mentioned." Marguerite replied.

Mother arose indignantly from her chair. She glared at Marguerite with malice.

"That's not true and you know it. Do you think I want my daughter to be subjugated to this interrogation? Do you think I enjoy watching her regale the most horrible events of her life? Huh, do you?" She demanded

Olivia turned to my mother and replied,

"The thing is Mrs. Monroe, if she doesn't relive these facts now then she'll be arrested and have to relive them at the station Sherise's mother is pushing for a speedy arrest. So we have to do this now. Time is running out" 

"Mother, I have nothing to hide." I replied. I turned back to Olivia and replied, "I'm ready to continue if you are." 

Mother sat back down in her chair. Olivia turned the tape recorder back on and continued to read off her questions from her notebook,

"You said that you and the deceased had an altercation. What happened? Olivia asked.

"She told me that her mother had told her about the problems that I and my mom had been having since I decided to move out. She also mentioned....." 

I paused as tears of hurt began to fall as I began to think back at what was mentioned. Shane lightly squeezed my waist in support.

"Take your time." Olivia replied

"She mentioned about my dad's death."

"What about it?"

"She mockingly regaled the story of his death to me. She told of how I was the last person he talked to the night he died. You see, he was drunk that night and he was trying to tell me something about when I was born. His word were so slurred that I couldn't understand then. Then he began to choke. I tried to get him to relax and stop talking, but he wouldn't. Then suddenly I heard a dial tone. The next day I got the news that he'd died that night." I replied in between my tears.

Everyone sat in mournful silence. Ian held Marguerite close as tears flowed down her face. Maurice looked out the window. He silently wiped away the tears that were fighting to fall down his face. Andreas looked down at the floor. Mother wiped her tears away with her handkerchief.

"I know this is hard but I have to know what happened after that." Olivia replied.

"I recanted her statements with my own. I called her and her mother a whore. I asked her why she was so worried about my dad's death since she wasn't even around for her own dad's death. I accused her and her mother of 'whoring' around while he was alone at home dying of a massive coronary. That upset her and so she went on to mock my weight and my friends. After awhile it go to be too much. I tackled her to the ground and began to hit her. Devon picked me up off of her and reprimanded us both for acting childish."

Shane snorted at that.

I continued, "He told Sherise to go out into the car. She left me with one last threat and then he left. He pleaded with me one last time to work out our differences. I declined and he told me that 'I'd be back.' He then left out with Sherise. After that I never saw her again." 

" So Mr. Jones left the house with Ms. Harper?"

"Yes he did." 

"So you weren't the last one to see her alive; Mr. Jones was."

"All I know is that when I kicked them out; Devon was with her."

"We've concluded that Ms. Harper died between the fourth and fifth of this month. Ms. Monroe where were you during that time." Olivia asked.

"Well on the fourth I was watching my home burn to the ground. After that I was with Shane. I came back home for a little bit and then Shane and Maurice took me to my best friend's house. That's where I've been since then." 

Olivia turned to everyone and asked, "Can you all collaborate this?"

Everyone replied in earnest,

"Yes!!!"

"You say that your home was burned down. Has a report been filed to this effect?"

"Yes Ma'am. A Captain Pennington took down the information."

"I'm acquainted with Captain Pennington. I'll have to get in touch with him to get the information." 

"So just to recap. The last time you saw Ms. Harper was early afternoon when you caught her with Mr. Jones. And then again later on that evening when they returned uninvited to confront you about trying to remove the said Ms. Harper from your home."

"That's correct." I replied.

"And during the time between that confrontation and her murder you were with your boyfriend Mr. Morrison and other family members."

"Yes. Ma'am."

"Thank you Ms. Monroe. I think that's all we need." 

Olivia turned off the recorder and smiled at me. 

"What will happen now?" I replied.

"Well I have to get this to my Captain and then we can start looking for the real person who did this." Olivia replied.

I sighed in relief. Olivia picked up her briefcase and put the tape recorder, notepad and microphone back inside of it. Shane and I arose from the couch. She reached out her hand and I shook it once more, 

"Thank you so much Detective for coming. I wish that we would have met on different circumstances. Hopefully next time we see each other there won't be a murder case looming above us." I replied with a smile.

The doorbell rang. Andreas nodded at the detective and went to go open it. Olivia went around and shook everyone's hand. We all began to talk amongst ourselves. We turned to the door when we heard a shrill voice demand,

"WHERE IS SHE?"

"Where's who?" Andreas asked.

"DON'T BE COY WITH ME BOY!! WHERE'S YOU'RE WHORE OF A SISTER?" the voice asked.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Andreas replied

"YOU'RE NO HELP!! MOVE OUT OF MY WAY!!" 

"HEY!!" Andreas replied as he was pushed to the side. The woman strode into the house calling for me,

"ANGELA!!! ANGELA I KNOW YOU'RE IN HERE!!"

We all turned to see who was making all of the commotion. We soon realized that it was Sherise's mother Maxine Harper. She stood at the threshold, angrily glaring at my direction.

"Now Maxine we don't want any mess." Mother warned.

"Oh no Estelle there won't be ANY mess!! I JUST WANT JUSTICE FOR MY DAUGHTER!!"

Before anyone could move or think Maxine Harper brought out a gun and shot it.

The last thing I remember was a big blast.Then everything around me went black.



Lessons Learned Ch. 13



What happened before Maxine shot me was a blur. But I do remember looking into Shane's shocked expression as I faded away. A loud, anguished cry erupted from the far side of the room,

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" My mother shrieked.

Mother and all of my siblings ran to my side. I began to bleed out instantly from my abdomen. Shane held me to his chest, stroked my hair, and whispered silent pleas for me to wake up. Marguerite removed her jacket and pressed it against my wound to stop the bleeding. She checked my wrist for a pulse and found a very weak one. She dropped her head down to my lips to check for breathing. I was still breathing but my breaths were very shallow.

"Is she breathing?" Shane asked

"Yes, but it doesn't look good. We need to get her to a hospital as soon as possible." Marguerite replied.

Mother turned to Maxine and screamed, "What the hell is wrong with you CRAZY BITCH!!!"

"I'm here for one thing and one thing only. " Maxine Harper replied.

"And what's that?" Maurice asked.

"Vengeance. I want your BITCH of a Mother to know the pain that I feel every day without my family. Your mother deserves this. YOU ALL DO!!!"

Mother looked up and glared at Maxine menacingly, 

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Mother asked.

"Vengeance. My daughter died because of you so it's only fair that you lose yours. One Daughter For The Other!!" Maxine replied.

"MOTHERFUCK...." Mother replied as she lunged toward Maxine. Maxine stepped back with her gun pointed straight at the my mother. Maurice caught our mother by the waist before she could get to Maxine.

"WHAT!?!?" Maxine boasted.

Mother tried to get out of Maurice's hold. He wouldn't budge. Instead, he whispered in her ear,

"This isn't the time for this. Your daughter could DIE!! Now you need to calm down."

Mother stopped her squirming and tensely stood beside Maurice. She silently promised with a nod that she wouldn't move; instead she intently watched Maxine's every move.

"If my daughter dies; I WILL KILL YOU!!!" Mother replied in a dangerously soft voice.

Maxine didn't respond. The two women continued there staring match. Both silently daring the other to make a move.

By this time Detective Morrison's gun was out and pointed straight at the barrel of Maxine's gun. Olivia watched Maxine's every move with quiet precision. Without flinching she replied,

"There is no need to make idle threats Mrs. Monroe." Olivia replied without taking her eyes off of Maxine.

"Oh make no mistake. That was no threat." Mother replied matter-of-factly.

Olivia ignored my mother's response and asked,

"How's she doing doc?" Olivia asked.

"She's stable, but we need to get her to a hospital soon. She's lost a lot of blood and we'll lose her if we don't get help. I've done all I can do at the moment." Marguerite replied.

With her eyes still on Maxine, Olivia replied,

"Maurice do you have your phone with you? If not, in my purse there's a walkie-talkie. When you push the number two you reach my partner. Call him and ask him to get the necessary help."

Maxine began to wave the gun around. Everyone took a step back.

"NO ONE'S MAKING A MOVE!!!" She screamed.

"Mrs. Harper, my sister will die if you don't let us help her. I know that you're upset about your daughter. And you have every right to be. But whatever you do; it won't bring her back. My sister has a chance to live. Please don't take her life. I'm begging you." Marguerite pleaded through unshed tears.

Tears of anger bean to fall down Maxine's face. She looked as though she would relent and then she shook her head.

" Look at you, sitting there pleading for your sister's life. But let me ask you something Marguerite, did anyone plead for my baby's life? Was there anyone there to speak for her when she died? HUH?"

"Mrs. Harper , I'm Detective Olivia Morrison. I'm with the Wade County Police Department. I was appointed to your daughter's case. I've been questioning everyone that saw her before she died. Now I can tell you anything you need to know. But first, I'll need for you to put the gun down!!" Olivia replied calmly.

"So you're with the police department huh? Tell me what's going on with my daughter's murder case. "

"Mrs. Harper as said before, we're doing everything we can to find your daughter's murderer. I questioned Mr. Jones earlier and then I came here and questioned Ms. Monroe."

"And did she confess to what she did?"

"Mrs. Harper Ms. Monroe didn't confess to ....."

"SHE DOESN'T HAVE TO CONFESS TO IT BECAUSE I KNOW SHE DID IT!!! That murdering, little bitch was the last person to see my angel alive. Sherise's boyfriend Devon told me that himself." Maxine exclaimed.

"YOU STUPID BITCH!! ANGELA DIDN'T KILL YOUR LITTLE WHORE FOR A DAUGHTER!! Mother screamed.

As everyone's attention stayed on Maxine, Mother and Olivia; Andreas began to slide quietly along the book shelf and through the back archway towards the front lobby. 

Maxine turned her gun back to Estelle and yelled, 

"LIAR!!!"

Andreas stopped moving at the archway entrance.

"She's not lying Mrs. Harper. Angela didn't kill your daughter. I'm not quite sure who did, but SHE didn't." Olivia replied calmly.

Maxine turned back around to Olivia. Both woman watched each other in silence. Andreas began to quietly move along the archway once more.

Marguerite continued to address my wound. I continued to bleed through the different pieces of material Marguerite used as make-shift bandages. Marguerite decided that the next thing to use to dress the wound was the pillows from the couch. She looked through her purse, brought out a knife and cut through the pillows. She used shards of pillow coverings and stuffing to make a bandage. She used her belt as further leverage to keep the bandage tight on the wound. The bleeding stopped for awhile. For a brief moment Marguerite thought that she had control over the blood flow. Before she could get comfortable; more blood began to flow from the confines of the bandage. Marguerite found herself having to find more material to stop the bleeding. She looked up at Shane and Maurice and replied softly,

"We need to get her to a hospital, or she'll die." 

Shane shook his head in denial, 

"No, she's not dying. You do what you need to do to keep her alive." Shane replied.

"Ill try Shane, but if we don't get her help. She will die."

"NO. SHE'S NOT DYING!!!" He exclaimed.

He looked down at me and whispered in my ear, 

"Baby girl you've got to fight. I need you here with me. Don't you leave me. You hear me? You can't leave me!!"

Andreas looked to the other side of the room and caught Ian's eye as he edged his way through the archway. Andreas gave him silent signals with his eyes to explain his next move; Ian nodded in understanding. Mother returned to my side and began to sob uncontrollably. Maurice looked up at Maxine.

"Mrs. Harper I know that you're heartbroken. I would be too if I was in your situation. What happened to your daughter was tragic. I sympathize with you. But why should my sister have to die for something that she didn't do? Please let me call the police so that we can save her life!! Please!!" Maurice pleaded.

"So how about it Mrs. Harper? Can we end this now and not add murder to your list of violations today?"

Maxine's face glistened with the sheen of her angry tears.

"Both my husband and daughter have met their untimely demise because of this family and you expect me to just forget about it? They killed the only family I ever had. So you tell me Detective Morrison, when is it my chance for justice? When do I get the justice that I truly deserve for my loss? Huh?"

"Mrs. Harper if you put that gun down. I promise that I will find answers for the deaths of your family. It will be my first priority. I promise!!" Olivia replied.

By this time Andreas had gotten around to the front entrance. Olivia saw him and slightly nodded in understanding. He edged his way up the stairs to our mother's study. In a small compartment behind the china cabinet there's a rifle compartment. It holds two hunting rifles, a shotgun, three glock 21's and their designated ammunition boxes. Andreas moved the china cabinet, put in the combination, opened up the compartment, picked out the shotgun and readied it for use.

"Promises from a police officer don't mean a hill of SHIT!! I deserve justice for my loss. And what better way to get my justice then to make sure that the woman who caused my suffering feel a little suffering of her own?"

She waved the gun at Estelle and everyone once more backed away from it's barrel's aim.

"Why don't we talk about what this is really about Mrs. Harper."

"What do you mean? I want justice for my daughter's murder. That's all this is about."

" No, there's more to this story. I get that your mad about your daughter. But you just said that you want the woman that caused your suffering to feel suffering as well. I don't think you mean Angela. So I ask you again Mrs. Harper. What is this really about?

Maxine pointed at Mother and replied, "That viper over there killed MY husband." 

"I didn't kill your husband. Your husband had a heart attack. I had nothing to do with it." Mother replied.

"You're a fucking LIAR!! The only reason why he had that heart attack was YOU!! You slept with him, made him fall out of love with me and in love with you. And then when you got what you wanted you threw him away like trash."

"You don't know what you're talking about!! Mother replied.

"We were fine. Happy even. Then you came in and destroyed our lives."

"I didn't destroy anything. Charlie Harper and I were just friends. If there's anyone to blame for what happened between you and your husband; it would be YOU!!." Mother replied.

"NO, YOU DON'T GET TO CALL HIM THAT. HE WAS MY HUSBAND, NOT YOURS!!" Maxine exploded.

"WELL IF YOU WEREN'T WHORING AROUND LIKE A COMMON SLUT. HE WOULDN'T HAVE HAD TO COME TO ME IN THE FIRST PLACE!!" Mother countered.

Maurice turned to our mother in confusion, "Wait a minute. JUST WAIT A GODDAMN MINUTE. You had an affair with Sherise's FATHER?" Maurice asked.

"Maurice this is not the time for this." Mother replied.

"Answer the question Mom. Did you or did you not have an affair with Charleston Harper?" Maurice demanded.

"We were friends Maurice. We were there for each other when we needed it the most."

"What does that mean? Did you or did you not have a sexual relationship with Charleston Harper?"

Mother bent her down in shame and nodded yes.

"You've got to be shitting me!!" Maurice exclaimed.

Maurice stepped away and turned his back to our Mother. She reached out to touch him. He shrugged away from her reach. She dropped her hands to her side and continued,

"Baby your father and I were not happy in the beginning stages of our marriage. Charleston was your father's best friend and he was always there for me to talk to when your father and I were at odds. We didn't mean to fall in love we just did. It wasn't planned."

Mother turned back to Maxine,

"And if you weren't so busy being a WHORE and possibly show some of that love you was giving to everybody else; including my husband; Charleston wouldn't have had to come to me!!!" Mother accused

"AND WHY DID HE COME TO YOU? YOU WERE HIS BEST FRIEND'S WIFE. YOU SHOULD'VE LEFT HIM ALONE AND CONCENTRATED ON YOUR HUSBAND INSTEAD OF SASHAYING YOUR LITTLE BONEY ASS IN FRONT OF MINE LIKE A WANTON FLOOSEY. BUT THEN AGAIN HOW COULD YOU CONCENTRATE ON A MAN WHO WAS SO BUSY MOURNING HIS FIRST WIFE THAT HE DIDN'T EVEN WANT YOUR ASS!!!"

"WELL BITCH HE DIDN'T WANT YOU EITHER!! BECAUSE IF HE DID HE WOULD'VE MARRIED YOU INSTEAD OF ME. BUT INSTEAD, HE MARRIED ME!!"

"WAIT THE FUCK A MINUTE!!" Shane roared.

Both woman turned to face Shane. 

"WHAT!?!?" They both yelled simultaneously. 

"You two have been at each others throat longer then we realize haven't you?" Shane pointed at Maxine and Estelle. "This little feud of yours has been going on way before any of your children was even born, hasn't it? Angela is laying here in my arms fighting for her life over something that has nothing to do with her. Isn't she?"

No one answered

"ISN'T SHE!?!?" Shane yelled.

Everyone went silent. Maxine was the first to break the silence,

"I loved Maurice Monroe. After his first wife died we began to date and we eventually began to talk about marriage." Maxine replied.

"Your such a fucking liar." Estelle interrupted.

"Whatever Estelle. You know damn well that Maurice and I were a couple." Maxine looked at us and asked, "Do you know who introduced your mother to your father? ME that's who. I introduced them and she took him from me." Maxine looked at our mother and pointed at her, " You saw that he wanted me and you had to have him. So you took him from me."

"What the hell are you talking about Maxine? When you introduced Maurice to me, you two were just talking. There was never anything serious going on between you too."

"I loved him. You knew that and I knew that. You and I were friends. You knew how I felt. But did you care? No! You just swooped in like a bat out of hell and took him from me."

"HOW CAN I TAKE SOMETHING THAT WAS NEVER YOURS?" Estelle screamed.

"HE WAS ALWAYS SUPPOSED TO BE MINE. MAURICE MONROE WAS SUPPOSED TO MARRY ME!!" Maxine exclaimed.

Marguerite, Maurice, Ian and Shane looked up at Maxine with shocked expressions.

"What?" Marguerite asked.

"Yes children. Maurice and I didn't just have a few conversations. Your father was going to ask me to marry him. I was supposed to live in this house and have his children. That was the plan."

Maxine pointed at mother and continued, 

"But you couldn't take that could you? You were my best friend. You knew how I felt. But that didn't stop you did it? No, you had to go out and steal him from right under me. And yes, I was heartbroken. I always wondered what I did to you to make you hurt me like that. I thought I'd never get over your betrayal. But then Charlie Harper came and we found that we had a certain bond; we each loved someone else. We started out as friends and then eventually it grew to love. It wasn't the same love that we had for out true loves but it was enough. He knew that I still loved Maurice and I knew that he loved YOU, Estelle. 

You must've figured it out because before I knew it I had lost my Charlie to you as well. Before you put your claws into him; we were happy. But then suddenly everything changes. You two were flirting a little more then usual, there was more touching, silent looks, phone calls and then suddenly his home life wasn't enough for him. He began to come home later and later until one day he didn't come home at all. I knew it was because of you. You just HAD to have him, didn't you? 

But that wasn't the first time you did that to me was it? I bet your children don't know how far back we really go. Do they Estelle?" Maxine replied.

"Shut up Maxine."

Maxine turned from our mother and returned her gaze back to Maurice and Marguerite. I was still unconscious but stable. Marguerite was able to temporarily stop the bleeding. By this time Maurice had turned around. He stood there and listened to Maxine regale her story .

"Your mother and I went to college together. We were best friends. At least I thought we were. We roomed together, we went on breaks together, we shared everything. I didn't realize until later just how much of a slut she really was. Every man I introduced to her may it be a boyfriend, best friend, teacher, or even a relative found their way into her bed."

"You're a lying slut Maxine. Children, don't believe this shit." Mother replied.

"It was after I found out about your mother, Charlie and the child they made together that I decided that it was high time she got what was coming to her. So instead of outright coming for her; I devised a plan to bring her down. I had to teach Charlie a lesson first. To get back at him I had multiple affairs and flaunted them in his face. I wanted him to feel the hurt I felt when I realized that he was sleeping with you. Charlie called my affairs the ultimate betrayal; but little did he know that the ultimate betrayal hadn't even happened yet. 

The next person on my list was you, Estelle. You see, I learned a lot from you and not only did I use it for myself but I taught my Sherise everything I learned. She became the exact replica of you from our college years. And who better to use those new tricks that I taught her then on the person that would hurt from them the most?"

"What are you saying Maxine?" Maurice asked.

"Well Maurice that brings me to the next person on my list who had to pay. Yes, she's up there only because of who she is and not anything she's done. But in the end someone needed to pay for the destruction of my life. And who better then the bastard child that my Charlie and your slut mother created together?"

"Who is this child you keep talking about?" Maurice asked.

"Who else?" Maxine asked as she pointed the gun at my unconscious form.

Maurice shook his head in denial. "No, you're lying. It can't be. You're a fucking liar. Tell her she's lying Mom." Maurice replied

"Maurice..."

"Tell. Her. That. She's. Lying MOM!! TELL HER!!"

He looked at our mother for answers. He got none. Our mother just stood and glared at Maxine's triumphant expression. Her body shook with anger. She couldn't deny the truth any longer. 

Maurice looked to Marguerite. Her head was bent in shame.

"You knew about this?" Maurice asked incredulously.

Tears ran down her face.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know everything; I just knew that daddy wasn't Angela's biological father." Marguerite replied.

"You didn't know what to do? YOU SHOULD'VE TOLD ME. THAT'S WHAT YOU SHOULD'VE DONE." Maurice roared

"Ay man, don't talk to my wife like that." Ian piped in.

"Stay out of this Ian." Maurice warned.

"No man it's not going down like this. My wife did what she thought was best for her family. Don't you think she wanted to tell you? She's been wanting to tell you this for awhile now. But everything got all messed up in the end and she wasn't able to. This isn't her fault. You should be angry at the one who started this mess. Not my wife." Ian replied.

Marguerite smiled at her husband. He nodded.

"Ian, Maurice has every right to be upset." She looked up at Maurice and replied, "I should've told you. I just didn't think that it would've helped anything. We've been happy not knowing. We've treated her like one of us even though subconsciously we had to have known the truth."

"Does she know?"

"No, she doesn't. And I think that we should keep it that way." 

"What!?!"

"Finally, someone with some sense. Thank you Marguerite." Mother replied

Marguerite turned to our mother. She narrowed her eyes at her. Mother blanched at Marguerite's intense stare,

"This is your fault. You're a selfish, evil woman and I hope that you get whatever it is that's coming to you. Because you wanted to be a whore our sister is fighting for her life. If she lives through this; I promise you that you'll never get a chance to hurt her again. I'll make sure of it." Marguerite replied intently

Maurice shook his head in disbelief at all the things that he just heard. 

"I can't believe this SHIT. I'm done with this. This shit ends NOW!!"

Then everyone heard a shot gun cock from behind Maxine. Everyone turned and saw Andreas standing behind her Maxine pointing a loaded shotgun directly at her back.

"I couldn't have said it better myself brother!!" Andreas replied.

"Now Mrs. Harper I know that my mother has done a lot of horrible things to you and your family and I apologize for that. But my sister could die and I'm not going to let that happen. Now you can drop your gun and let the nice officer call for help or you can continue this and I shoot you myself. What will it be?" Andreas continued.




Lessons Learned Ch. 13



"You wouldn't shoot me Andreas." Maxine indignantly replied.

"You wanna bet? When it comes to baby girl, my sister, brother and I would do anything. Now do you want to lower that gun or will I have to shoot u?" Andreas replied.

Maxine thought about it for a few moments and then lowered her gun to the seat. 

"Put your hands up Mrs. Harper. You're under arrest for the use of an assault weapon and the attempted murder of Angela Monroe." Olivia replied. 

She holstered her gun, got out her handcuffs and walkie-talkie. She went to Maxine, put her arms behind her back and read her, her Miranda rights. 

"You have the right to remain silent. If you give up the right to remain silent, Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you desire an attorney and cannot afford one, an attorney will be obtained for you before police questioning. You've been told your rights. Any Questions?"

Maxine ignored the detective, looked at all of us menacingly and replied,

"This isn't over. YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!!! MY FAMILY WILL BE AVENGED!!"

Andreas cocked his gun once more and Maxine quieted down immediately. Olivia nodded at Andreas. He kept his focus on Maxine as Olivia used her walkie-talkie to call her partner for help.

"This is Detective Morrison calling Detective Shields come in Detective Shields."

"This is Detective Shields, Morrison where the hell are you? You should've been back hours ago." Detective Shields demanded.

"I'm still here at the Monroe home. We need immediate assistance. A civilian has been shot and she's not conscious." 

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED IN THERE? THIS WAS ONLY SUPPOSED TO BE A ROUTINE QUESTIONING." Shields demanded.

"I know, and it was. But then the victims mom came in here and shot the person in question."

"Do you have the perp?"

"That's an affirmative. She's handcuffed and ready to be taken to the station."

"This isn't good Morrison. You know that right?"

"Look, I know that this isn't good. But if we don't get the necessary help needed the vic could die. Her sister has stopped the bleeding but the bullet was not a through and though. We need an ambulance STAT!!" Olivia replied. 

"Alright Morrison I'm sending help now. Make sure the victim is still stable and wait for me." Detective Shields replied.

"You got it partner. And thanks." Olivia replied.

"See you in a few." Hank replied.

I had not returned to consciousness. Shane held me close to him and checked for any changes in my breathing. Marguerite watched over me like a hawk. Ian and Andreas stood guard at the threshold. Maurice stood rigidly by our mother's crestfallen side. 

Olivia marched a handcuffed Maxine to the lobby. As Maxine was being led out the door she yelled obscenities at us the whole way. When they were an earshot away Maurice looked at our mother with a dangerous calm,

"If my sister dies, You Will Pay For This. Make no mistake about it!!" Maurice replied dangerously soft.

Mother took a deep breath and replied. "Are you threatening me son?"

"No threat Mother. Only a promise." Maurice replied.

ÓBBWLove8369 June 2010



Lessons Learned Ch. 14



* I would first like to thank everyone who has stuck by me through this journey. I apologize for the delay; life brings a lot of changes. I hope to finish this story and begin the sequel very soon. I hope you enjoy. Feedback always welcome. 

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"Don't you threaten me Maurice. No matter what, I'M still your mother and you WILL respect me." Mother replied.

Maurice turned to our Mother and replied, "That was not a threat Mother. Threats take too much energy and there's never any action behind it. No, this is a promise that I have every intention of acting on." 

"Oh really? I'd like to see you try." Mother replied.

Maurice stepped towards our Mother. Marguerite quickly jumped in between them with her hands up to block their movements. She glared angrily at both of them.

"This is not the time for this. Angela could die. We should be putting our energy into getting Angela to a hospital, not some crazy family squabble. Now both of you need to calm down. We will settle this later." Marguerite replied.

Mother and Maurice maliciously glared at each other for a few more moments and then separated. Olivia and Maxine stood to the side and watched quietly. Soon we heard both police and ambulance sirens. Ian looked out the window and announced the arrival of both the police and the ambulance.

Andreas lowered his gun, put it to the side and waited for the doorbell to ring. Marguerite looked up at Shane and replied, "I need to go to the door and talk with the EMT's; so you're going to have to take over holding the gauze."

Shane shook his head, "I can't. I might hurt her. He replied with his head down.

Mauguerite put her hand on Shane's shoulder and replied,

"Shane look at me."

He kept his eyes lowered as tears ran down his cheek. Marguerite put two fingers under his chin and brought his face level to her's.

"Shane, I know you love Angela and I know you don't want her to die. But if we don't stop the blood, she will. So please help me, help her." Marguerite replied.

Shane wiped nodded his head in agreement. He wiped his fallen tears extended his hands and put them on top of Marguerite's hands. She slowly removed her hands from under his. Once her hands were from under his, Shane began to apply pressure to stop the blood flow. Once she saw that Shane had everything under control; She got up and joined Andreas at the door.

The doorbell rung. Before Marguerite opened it, Andreas moved to the left to stand guard. Marguerite opened the door and both the Police and the EMT workers stepped forward towards the threshold. The EMT's stood behind the Police with a stretcher between them. The police officer showed his badge and replied.

"Hello. My name is Detective Bryan Shields. I'm with the WCPD. I'm here with the EMT can we come in?" Detective Shields asked.

Marguerite stepped forward, looked at the Detective's badge and moved to the side so that the Police and the EMT workers could come into the house.

"Where's the patient?" One of the EMT's asked.

"She's in here. Follow me" Marguerite replied.

The two EMT's followed Marguerite into the living room. Andreas continued to stand guard at the door.

Detective Shields followed behind the EMTs, stepped into the room and immediately zoned in on Olivia with an aprehended Mrs. Harper.

"Detective Morrison." Shields replied.

Olivia nodded and replied,"Yes Sir."

"You want to tell me what the hell happened? We have a girl fighting for her life and an apprehended socialite. What is going on?"

Olivia stepped forward with a handcuffed Maxine, "Well Sir, I came to the house to question the victim, Ms. Angela Monroe about the Harper case. We were at the conclusion of the questioning when Mrs. Harper here came in and shot the victim."

"And how was Mrs Harper able to pull a gun out and shoot the victim without your notice" Shields asked incredulously.

Olivia glared offensively at her commanding officer and replied,"Shields she started shooting before ANY of us could process that she even had a gun." Olivia replied in defense.

Detective Shields ignorned Detective Morrison's reply and turned his attention to Maxine,

"So Mrs. Harper. What do you have to say for yourself?" Detective Shields asked.

"All I've ever wanted was justice for my family. And now I'm getting it." Maxine replied defiantly.

"You crazy bi...." Mother spat out as she lunged for Maxine once more. Maurice caught her by the waist and held her tightly to his side. 

"MY DAUGHTER COULD DIE BECAUSE OF YOU, YOU CRAZY BITCH!!!" Mother yelled.

"GET HER OUT OF HERE!!" Shields demanded.

"No!! I'll be good. I promise." Mother replied.

Maurice let go of Mother's waist and she immediately lunged for Maxine once more. Maurice grabbed her again. He picked her up and carried her up the steps. Mother screamed obscenities at Maxine the entire way up the stairs,

"YOU CRAZY BITCH!! YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS. YOU. WILL. PAY. FOR. THIS. YOU HEAR ME?!? YOUUUUUUU WILLLLLL PAYYYYY FORRRRRRR THIIIISSSSSSS!!!"

Everyone watched Maurice carry Mother up the stairs until she was out of sight. They then turned their attention back to the situation at hand.

By this time, the EMT workers had removed the gauze and had stopped the bleeding. Shane sat beside my limp body, held my hand to his lips and silently pleaded with me to not give up and to come back to him. Everyone else watched in tense silence as the EMT wokers continued their recesitation attempts on my body. The EMT finally got a faint but consistent pulse. 

One of the workers lightly put his hand on Shane's shoulder and said,

"Sir. We've stopped the blood and we've found a pulse. But she's not out of the dark yet; its imperative that we get her to the hospital. You'll have to let her hand go." 

Shane closed his eyes and shook his head a more tears fell down his cheek.

"I can't lose her."

The EMT's glanced at each other in concerned silence.

Marguerite went to Shane, knelt down to where he sat and softly replied,

"Shane...."

He looked up at her with tear-stained eyes, "These men are here to help Angela. We need to get her to a hospital or she could die. " Marguerite continued.

Shane looked up at Marguerite, "I can't lose her."

"And you won't man.." Maurice replied as he walked toward Shane. He extended his hand to Shane and replied"I know that you would do anything for my sister. I know that you want to protect her from all harm. You can't do that if she dies. So my man you got to let her go. Let these men take care of her so that later you can be the man she needs." 

Shane closed his eyes and shook his head in grief. After a few tense moments; he opened his eyes and looked at my quiet form. He nodded his head in agreement, bent down, kissed my forehead and whispered, "Come back to me." He extended his hand to Maurice and allowed him to help him up. 

The EMT's immediately went to work. They lifted me to the stretcher, inserted an a breathing tube and IV into my arm and rolled me out the family room through the foyer and out the door. Marguerite walked to her chair, picked up her purse and began to follow them out with Ian right behind her. Lieutenant Shields lightly grabbed her arm to stop her. Marguerite turned around and simultaneously looked at his face and hand.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but no one can leave until we've gotten a full statement about the incident."

Marguerite immediately stiffened, "Its Detective Shields isn't it?" She replied.

"Lieutenant ma'am."

"Ok, Lieutenant, My sister just got shot. Our mother is delirious so she can't go to be with her. I'm the next in line to take care of her. Now I understand that you need my statement to help put that Bitch over there away. I promise you that I will do all I can to help, but as of right now, you will have to wait. If you like, after you get the statements of all of my brothers you can follow them to the hospital and get my statement. But as of right now, my priority is my sister. So if you don't mind, could you please unhand me so that I can go take care of my priority?"

Marguerite and Detective Shields glared into each other's eyes for a few brief moments. No one spoke. Everyone waited in tense silence to see what Lieutenant Shields next move would be. Detective Shields removed his hand and everything went back in motion. Marguerite nodded her head in thanks. She looked up at her husband, he nodded in understanding. She went to him, took his hand and the two left out and drove to the hospital.

Maurice helped Shane sit down. Shane sat quietly in a trance-like state. 

Lieutenant Shields looked at Olivia and replied, "I'm sure that you've read the supect her rights correct?"

"Yes sir."

"Alright, then there is no need for her to stay here. Take her to the station."

Oliva nodded, took the handcuffed Mrs Harper out the room and towards the door. Andreas still stood at the door with his gun. He opened the door the two women left out. Before she left out, Olivia looked up into Andreas' eyes and the spark from before shot through them once again. For a moment all was right and there was no one in the world more important than each other. Andreas wanted to touch her cheek, but decided against it. Olivia was the first to break the connection.

"Alright Mrs. Harper let's get you to the station."

Mrs Harper scoffed at her, "I'm wating on you."

She looked back , the two nodded at each other in unspoken understanding. Olivia turned back and walked across the threshold. She took Mrs Harper to the car, and helped her into the car. She walked around the car, opened the door and looked up and found Andreas still looking at her. They smiled at each other, she stepped in her car, put her siren on and drove off. Lieutenant Shields followed soon after she drove off. Before he left out, Shields turned to Andreas and replied,

"I will need a statement from every one of you this week. You will be hearing from me soon."

"Ok, we'll be ready." Andreas replied.

Shields nodded and walked out the door.

Andreas closed the door, turned around, leaned on the door and shook his head. He then heard the shouts of Maurice and our Mother and rushed back into the living room.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE NOT TAKING ME TO THE HOSPITAL?!?!?" Mother screamed.

"I MEAN EXACTLY WHAT I SAID...."

"HEY, HEY, HEY WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" Andreas yelled in interruption as he stepped back into room.

Maurice and our Mother both turned to Andreas.

"Maurice thinks that he's going to stop me from seeing MY daughter in the hospital. " Mother replied defiantly.

Maurice crossed his arms in front of his chest and replied, "And why is that Mother? Hmmmmm let's see? Maybe its because if it wasn't for YOU she wouldn't be there in the FIRST PLACE!!!!!" Maurice replied.

Andreas intercepted, "Maurice come on man. This aint the time..."

Maurice put his hand up to stop Andreas from finishing his statement. He turned to Andreas and replied,

"This woman has lied and deceived us for almost all of our lives. You and I have stood back and let her destroy a relationship between two sisters, we have covered for her when we knew the things she was doing was wrong. And for what? The family value. What family value? Our values and morals left a long time ago. And now look at us. Our baby sister could die today and our MOTHER is the cause of it." Maurice replied.

"Now Maurice you know that's not true. Mrs Harper shot Angela because she was trying to get revenge for her own daughter's death." Andreas replied.

"BULLSHIT!! Sherise's death was just the straw that broke the camel's back. Her feud with Maxine had been going on for years. And now we know why."

Maurice turned his attention back to our Mother. "So tell me Mom....." Maurice continued. "How long did you think you could keep the fact that Angela is actually Charleston's child and not Dad's child from us?"

"I don't know what ure talking about and that's not the issue. My daughter is fighting for her lIfe, I need to be there.If you won't drive me I'll drive my damn self."

Mother got up with her purse in hand and went towards the door. Maurice grabbed her arm. And turned her around. Mother looked at her son with an expression of both shock and anger.

"We're not finished here. When were you going to tell us about Charleston Harper."

Mother squinted her eyes in anger and said softly, "Unhand me Maurice. You don't want to start something with me you can't finish." 

Maurice tightened his grip and replied, "Oh Mother it's already started." 

Andreas stepped forward and lightly grabbed Maurice's arm. Maurice turned his head and met his brother's determined yet concerned stare.

"Maurice, this not the time for this. Angela needs us to be one unit. Yes, Mom fucked up, and we will deal with that later. What's most important is getting to the hospital."

Maurice released our Mother's arm and turned face forward to Andreas,

"You know what I don't understand?"

"What's that?" Andreas replied.

"You. I don't understand you. We just found out that we've been lied to all our lives. That the sister we know and love is actually our half sister. And you're calm. Its almost as if this information was nothing you hadn't heard before."

Andreas lowered his eyes to the floor. Maurice looked back and forrth between his Mom's defiant and Andreas' shameful looks. Something inside Maurice snapped, he immediately grabbed Andreas by the throat and slammed him to the wall. Andreas began to gasp for breath. Mother ran and tried to seperate the two all the while yelling,

"MAURICE STOP, YOUR HURTING HIM!!"

Maurice ignorned Mom and leaned in to Andreas's ear and whispered,"After everything we've been through, you're going to lie to me? I should end this shit right now." 

"Just..... found..... out.... a couple of days.... ago....Thought...... she.... would tell you." Andreas replied. 

Before Maurice could tighten his grip a strong arm grabbed his shoulder. Maurice turned around and saw the determined green eyes of Shane Morrison.

"Come on man, this is not the way to deal with this shit. Your sister needs you both. We all found out some crazy stuff today. And it can be dealt with later. Right now my baby needs her brothers."

Maurice glared at Shane and then back to Andreas. Andreas looked at his brother with tears in his eyes. Mother looked on in shocked silence with her hand over her mouth. For a few moments it seemed that Maurice wasn't going to let Andreas go; then suddeny his grip lightened and Andreas fell to the ground coughing. Maurice didn't say a word. Shane stepped back and Maurice continued to angrily stare at his mother and brother. 

Mother tried to reach out to him. Maurice put his hand up and stopped her. He looked into her teary eyes and replied softly,

"I will never forgive you for this. I have sat by and let you do a lot of unspeakable things and have never said a word. You and I are through. There is nothing more that we could possible say to each other."

He then looked at Andreas,

"I can appreciate the fact that you just found out about this craziness; but as soon as you found out you should have told me. I don't know how we can get back from this... But I'd like to try." Maurice replied with his hand out.

Andreas paused before he hesitantly took Maurice's hand. Maurice helped him up and brought him into a hug. Maurice whispered into his ear,

"If you do some shit like that again, I will take you out myself.". Maurice gave Andreas a tight squeeze and then released him.

Andreas nodded in understanding. Maurice looked at Shane,

"You ready to go to the hospital man?"

He asked.

Shane shook his head and replied, "I was just going to drive up there myself, you know. You guys go ahead."

Maurice went and put his hand on Shane's shoulder. "Sorry man doesn't work like that. You're family now. So I'm going to ask you again, Brother Shane, are you ready to go to the hospital?"

Shane smiled, shook his head and replied ,"Yea!!" 

"Alright then." He looked at both Andreas and Shane and replied, "Let's go."

Andreas got up and the three men turned and went towards the door. Before they could get over the threshold they heard a shrill scream from behind them,

"WAIT JUST A GODDAMN MINUTE. YOU'RE JUST GOING TO LEAVE ME HERE!?!?!"

Maurice, Andreas and Shane turned around simulataneously to look at my Mother's exasperated expression. They looked at each other and then loked at her and replied in unison,

"Exactly!!!

They turned back around and walked out the door. Mother screamed their names until her throat was raw, they all ignored her. Maurice got in the front, Andreas on the passenger side and Shane in the back. Once everyone was situated, Maurice turned on the car and drove off. 

By this time Mother was on her knees sobbing. Everything had gone wrong and she felt like her heart was breaking. She was so distraught that she didn't hear the door open and someone walk in.

She looked up with tear-stained eyes and met familiar hazel eyes. She got up and walked towards the figure before her and fell into their arms. While stroking her back, the figure replied in a soothing voice,

"It's ok love. I'm home now!!!"

*

Copyright©BBWLove8369

May 2011



Lessons Learned Ch. 15



Estelle looked up in surprise,

"Maurice?!?!" She gasped."

Maurice Sr looked down at the shocked expression on his wife's face, smiled and hugged her close.

"Yes, my love. I'm home. And I've missed you." He replied with a smile.

All Estelle could do was look at him in shocked silence. Sr. took advantage of that, bent down and kissed Estelle on the lips. The kiss began as a light kiss and quickly changed to a passionate embrace. Estelle opened her lips slightly and allowed Sr to lick and nibble on each lip, one after the other. Estelle instinctly opened her lips a little wider and Sr's tongue immediately attached to hers and their mouths intertwined. Estelle wrapped her arms around her husband and held him close as he continued to devour her mouth with his kiss.

Sr. broke the kiss and looked down at his wife with barely contained hunger. With his arms still around his wife's waist; Sr. rearranged their position to where Estelle was on her back and he was on top of her. He bent down and planted light kisses all around her face and down her neck. For a few moments Estelle laid there and allowed herself to enjoy Sr's ministrations; but then she remembered the present situation and lightly pushed Sr away from their embrace.

"What's the matter my love?" Sr asked as he dipped down to continue his path of kisses down his wife's body.

"Maurice we mus'n't."

"Why not? I'm home now. It's been way too long. Daddy needs you!!" Sr. growled.

He leaned in to kiss her and Estelle blocked it.

"Maurice there is much to talk about."

"Talk is cheap. Loving is better. " He replied as he tried again to kiss his wife. She blocked him again.

"Maurice there was a reason why we decided to fake your death and transport you to the Caribbean. You and I both know it's not safe for you to be here so why are you here?" Estelle asked insistently. 

Sr looked adown at his wife and saw that she wouldn't be swayed. He rested his head on his hand as he laid on his side.

"Alright wife, what do you want to know?"

"Why are you here Maurice?"

"Why were you sobbing when I came in?" Sr countered.

"You can't answer a question with a question." Estelle replied.

"Well I'm not answering your question until you answer mine."

Estelle looked away from his gaze, 

"I can't." She replied.

"Well neither can I then. So where were we hmm? Ah yes, this." Sr replied as he leaned in to capture his wife's lips.

He started with a kiss on her lips and made a direct path of small kisses down the side of her cheek, neck and stopped at her cleavage. He leaned back slightly and admired his wife's full, gorgeous bosom. After his brief moment of admiration, he began to unbutton her shirt; showering each bit of bare skin he saw with a kiss. Once he had unbuttoned her shirt fully; he bent down and grasped one of her lace-covered nipples with his mouth. He began to lightly suck on it while simultanously pulling on the other. The sensations that were going through Estelle's body were almost too much for her. She arched her back and screamed out,

"MAURICE!!!"

He smiled and continued. He switched to the other nipple. He took it into his mouth, nibbled and sucked it to full fruition. Estelle was in ecstacy. In that moment all she wanted to do was release all of her stress. She moved her hand down her a stomach and into her pants, instantly finding her throbbing clit.

Estelle closed her eyes and moaned as she rubbed her hardened nub as her husband continued his breast play. Sr soon realized what she was doing with her fingers and halted her with his hands. He bent down and whispered into his wife's ear, 

"Here let me!!"

Sr. removed Estelle's fingers, unbuttoned and then pulled off her pants. He tore her panties off in one swipe, spreaded her legs and dove head first into her pussy. He nibbled and sucked on her pussy lips. Estelle whimpered in satisfaction. Her pussy lips became swollen with need. He then seperated them and began to lick her now swollen clit with his experienced tongue. He could feel her getting close to her release. The wonderful sensations that Sr's tongue was emitting through her body caused Estelle to tighten her legs around his shoulders. As Estelle's body began to shake and her pussy began to quiver; Sr moved forward and covered Estelle's pussy with his entire mouth. His tongue never stayed on her clit.

Estelle moaned in appreciation,

"Ooooooh Baby that feels too good, please don't stop."

Sr. turned Estelle around and instructed her to get on her knees. She complied and he got behind her parted her ass cheeks, bent down and took her pussy from behind. He used his face to keep her ass cheeks seperated. He kissed her lips and then went straight to her clit. He began to tease her by licking her clit one lick at a time. With each lick Estelle would get closer to release and then the feeling would go away. Estelle moaned her frustration,

"I need it. Stop teasing me and give it to me." She purred.

Sr smiled and continued the task at hand. By this time Estelle's juices were flowing like a waterfall. In making sure that he caught every drop; Sr encased his wife's pussy with his entire mouth. When he would feel Estelle tense up he would back off her pussy and move up to kiss her brown pucker. Soon he was alternating his tongue between her hardened clit and her brown pucker. He knew that starting friction between both areas would take her over the edge. 

Estelle's entire body began to quiver as he continued to push her further and further toward the edge. Before she could comprehend what was going on, she began to feel a warm feeling shoot from her stomach to her throbbing pussy. Her body tensed up. Sr noticed this and began to stroke her pussy faster with his tongue. The warm, tingling feeling moved throughout her body. The sensations that were pulsing through Estelle's body became to much for her to control; and within seconds Estelle exploded on Maurice's tongue. As she released she yelled out,

"SON OF A BITCH; TAKE THIS PUSSY DADDY!!"

Sr. smiled at Estelle's response to the pleasure he was giving her. He once more covered her entire pussy with his mouth as she continued to cum.

By this time Sr was hard as a rock. He was ready to fill his wife's pussy with his long awaited cum. He waited patiently for the the moment where he could insert into her with one huge thrust. Sr had finally found the moment he was waiting for. As he was about to enter into his wife's pussy; Estelle's phone went off.

The clarity of her ringtone brought Estelle back to reality. She lightly pushed Sr off her, quickly closed her legs and crawled to her phone. 

"Hello?" She answered breathily.

Sr went to her, set her hair aside and began to kiss her neck.

"Mom?" Marguerite replied.

"What's wrong with you?" She asked

Estelle cleared her throat, "Nothing. What's going on?"

"You sound out of breath. Are you alright?

"Yes. I just had to run to the phone. What's up?"

"Where are you? Why aren't you here?" Marguerite asked.

"Because your brothers left me. Made me feel like I wasn't needed."

"Momma, push your pride aside and get here. Angela is in surgery and she'll want to see you.". Marguerite replied.

"I don't think so Marguerite." Estelle replied.

"Look Mom, I know that there were some hurtfull things said today, and most were deserved; but that doesn't matter. Angela needs her family. And most of all she needs her Mother. So please get here as soon as you can."

Estelle looked down and tears began to flow. Sr stopped kissing her and looked at her with confusion as she silently weeped. Mother wiped her tears and answered,

"Alright Marguerite, we'll be there shortly." Mother replied.

"Ok we'll see you soon. Wait a minute did you say we...?" Margurite replied before Mother ended the call.

When Estelle turned to her husband she met a serious expression.

"Alright Estelle, what are you not telling me?" He replied sternly.

"A lot of things. You remember when I told you how horrible things were today?"

"Yea."

Well I didn't tell you the full extent of it. The questioning itelf actually went well. It was after the questioning that everything went wrong. Maxine buldozed herself in and started throwing accusations everywhere. Everything dealing with Me, Charleston Harper and Angela came out in one big explosion. It was horrible!!" Estelle replied through her tears.

"What exactly do they know Estelle?"

"They know that Angela is not yours biologically..."

"Well I knew that one would come out sooner or later."

"Oh shut up. They know that Charleston is in fact her real father. They know that I allegedly 'stole' u from Maxine Harper..."

"How could you have stolen me from her? She never had me."

"Exactly what I was saying. But that's what Maxine was telling everyone. But the most important thing that you don't know and need to know..."

Estelle lowered her eyes in shame and replied softly,

"Angela was shot today."

Sr tilted his head looked at Estelle with cool calculating. He bent down to eye level and spoke dangerously soft,

"What did you just say?"

Estelled turned and began to dress.

"I know you heard me." Sr icily replied." What did you just SAY Estelle?"

Mother ignored his question and replied as she began to put on her pants,

"We need to get to the hospital. Angela needs us."

Sr replied unmoving,

"No. I'm not going anywhere till you tell me what the hell is going on."

She looked at him with pleading eyes, 

"Please Maurice. I'll tell you everything you want to know later. We just need to go NOW!!."

"NO!!!!!!" Sr bellowed.

He took a step forward toward his wife and replied,

"You've just informed me that my child has been shot. So no, I'm not going anywhere until I know everything NOW!!!" Maurice replied.

"SHE COULD DIE!!! WE HAVE TO GO!!!" Estelle exclaimed.

Maurice didn't move. Estelle glanced at the door and then back at her husband.

Sr. shook his head and replied, "Don't even think about it."

"Maurice please, we have to go." Estelle pleaded.

Sr stepped to his wife, put his hands on her shoulders, bent down to Estelle's eye level, met her pleading expression with a determined one of his own and replied,

"Estelle you have two choices. You can tell me freely the information I want to know or I'll get it from you another way. You decide."

Sr. tightened his grip on her shoulders. Estelle flinched at the pain and still said nothing.

After a few moments of tense silence; Sr realized that Estelle was going to keep her silence.

"Ok." He replied as he removed his hands from her shoulder. Sr turned away from his wife and without a word finished dressing. Once he was dressed; he turned and walked towards the back door. 

"Where are you going?" Estelle demanded.

"Well I have two choices. Either to the police station or to the hospital. I haven't decided yet."

Estelle ran to her husband and grabbed his arm. He turned to her,

"NOOOO You can't do that!!!" Estelle exclaimed.

"Why not? You won't tell me what's going on, but I'm almost positive that someone at both places will tell me something." He replied.

Estelle look at her husband in horror and replied,

"You wouldn't?!?!"

"Try me." 

Mother tugged his arm again."You can't do that. "

"Watch me!!"

"You don't understand. No one knows you're alive except me. How would that look if you went to these places by yourself and asked these questions? You wouldn't get any answers because everyone would be too shocked to see that you are in fact alive and not as dead as was told." Estelle replied. 

Sr thought about that for a moment and then replied, "Well I guess I"ll just have to deal with that. My child has just been seriously hurt. I need to know why that is. And since you won't tell me; I have to find out somehow."

Estelle stepped back from Sr lowered her eyes and looked down at her hands,

"It's not that I won't tell you Maurice..... I can't." She replied softly

Sr turned around fully, stepped forward and replied, "Why not?"

"I just can't." Estelle replied as she turned away from her husband's serious expression. Estelle crossed her arms around her chest and shuddered at the memory of the scenes that just happened earlier that day. Tears of agony flowed freely down her face.  

Sr stepped behind his wife and silently watched his wife's shoulders heave up and down as she openly sobbed. Sr bent down, wrapped his hands around his wife's shoulders and kissed the top of her head. She leaned back and put her hands on top of his.

"Baby, you know that you can tell me anything. After everything we've been through; nothing should be held back. Please tell me what happened. Time is running out. Please Baby." Sr. pleaded softly.

Estelle stood silent for a few moments while Sr waited patiently. After a few moments she spoke,

"I don't think you could fathom the pain it caused to see one of our children almost lose their life today. To actually see their life force temporarily leave their body. It is literally the most devastating thing a parent could watch." 

Maurice continued to listen silently. 

"Today, I watched my life unfold before my eyes. And my children, sans the one incapacitated; looked at me with such distaste that it literally broke my heart. I know that what I did was not right; but at the time I did what I thought was right for me." Estelle replied as she turned and looked up at her husband's eyes.

She continued, "I know that's selfish and I also know that you claim to have forgiven me....."

"I have forgiven you." Sr. interrupted.

Estelle put her hand on Sr.'s face and smiled. "You say you have; but how could you? How could you have forgiven me when I haven't even forgiven myself? You and I both know how we started. We went into this marriage with different ideas of how it would be. Neither one of us ever thought that we would go through the things we did; but we did. But how could you not be upset with the fact that I had another child with someone else?"

"Estelle I married you to get over the fact that I was alone. The love of my life at the time had just died. I was a broken man. Then you came into my life with more life and joy then I could ever imagine possible. It was refreshing. Yes, it was an intentional and calculated move on your part...." Sr. replied with a smile.

Estelle smirked.

"But darling, I wouldn't have stuck it through this long if at one moment I didn't care or love you. I know you loved Charleston. I also know that Angela was a product of that love...."

Estelle put her two fingers to her husband's lips to stop him from continuing his statement,

"I never really loved Charleston. I thought I was; but I wasn't. I loved YOU. But you were still grieving over Claire. It got to a point where I just couldn't compete anymore."

"Sweetheart, at the time of Claire's death, I thought a part of me had died with her. I didn't think I would get past it. But then you came and I felt like everything was alright again. I knew what you were after the first time we laid eyes on each other; I just didn't care!!" Sr replied with a smile.

They both laughed.

"But then something happened. I wasn't a 'grieving widower' and you weren't the a'money-grubbing sexpot' anymore; we were a husband and wife team. And I have to tell you apart we're fun, but together we're invincible."

Estelle nodded and replied, "I agree."

"So are you ready to tell me what happened today? How did Angela end up getting shot?" Sr asked.

Estelle's expression darkened, "Maxine Harper."

Sr. was shocked,"MAXINE?!?! You're telling me that Maxine Harper shot Angela? Why?" 

"She claims it was because she wanted justice for her own daughter's death."

"Wait a minute, Sherise is dead?" Sr asked.

Estelle nodded, "Uh huh."

"When did this happen?"

"About a week ago. And I hate to say it, but I think I know who killed her."

"Who?"

Mother hesitated for a moment and then replied softly,

"Andreas."

"ANDREAS?!?!"

"Andreas." Mother repeated.

"Why would you say that?" Sr asked.

"Because he had been seeing her secretly for over a year. He was actually thinking about marrying that little whore. But then he found out how much of a lying slut she was. I don't think he took it well. His temper is as bad as mine."

"Yes, but your temper doesn't drive you to kill."

"Really?" Mother asked incredulously.

"Ok, that was aa different situation."

"Maurice we can't continue to justify our wrong doings and those of our children."

"Ok, so you want to go to jail?"

"Hell no!!! I'm just saying that we should call things for what they are... In the privacy of our own home."

Sr smirked at that, "I'm sure. But back to the present situation; if Andreas's relationship with Sherise is a secret, how do you know about it?"

"I make it a point to know all of the people my children date and/ or marry. Although, this new man in Angela's life slipped right through my radar."

"So here's what I've gotten so far. Angela and everyone else was here for some kind of questioning for Sherise's murder. I'm guessing it went well because Angela wasn't arrested..."

"Exactly. " Estelle piped in.

"Ok, so the questioning is over. The cops are probably thanking everyone for their time and then Maxine comes in here, tells all your business and then shoots Peanut."

"You almost got it. She shoots Peanut and then tells all of the business." 

"Ok. I get it now."

Sr turned his wife face forward, looked at his wife with a determined expression and replied,

"Now my dear we have two stops to make. One, we must see to our children and finally we must see to Maxine Harper. Are you ready to go from here?"

"Of course darling. But why are we going to see that vile, loud-mouthed, attempted murdering harpie? Estelle asked indignantly.

Sr smiled at his wife and replied, "Because my darling, that 'harpie' as you called it tried to kill my daughter. And that, I can't allow."

Sr stepped away from his wife and held his hand out for her,

"Are you coming?" He asked.

Estelle smiled, nodded, took his hand and replied, 

"Of course."

The two hand and hand left out the room and went towards the door. Estelle picked up her purse and left out with her husband.

The two went into the car. Sr opened the passenger door for Estelle, made sure she was set, closed the door and went to the driver's side. He got in the car and put his seatbelt on. He gazed at his wife smiled and took her hand once more. With the other hand,Sr started the car and drove off to the hospital.

Sr and Estelle drove the short distance to the hospital in comfortable silence. Once they arrived to the parking lot; they found a spot, parked the car and sat in the car in silence. Sr was the first to break the silence.

"I love you my darling. More then my life."

"I know you do. And you know I love you with everything within me." Estelle replied.

"I know that as well. Baby, things are about to get really tough for us. But the main thing to remember is this, if we don't have a united front we will be destroyed. Bottom line, we have to stick together. Through it all. We have to stick together. Ok?" 

Estelle looked into her husband's eyes and replied, "Of course my love."

The two walked into the hospital hand and hand. They stopped at the front desk and Estelle asked the receptionist,

"We're here to visit Angela Monroe. What room is she in?"

The receptionist looked up and asked,

"And you are?"

Sr and Estelle answered simultaneously, 

"Her parents."

"Please sign in as I look for her." The receptionist replied while looking at the computer.

While the receptionist searched for Angela in the computer; the two waited hand in hand in nervous silence.

"Ah yes. Angela Monroe. She is on the third floor room 3-183. Please sign these visitor passes, and you can go on up."




Lessons Learned Ch. 15



Sr and Estelle both bent down, signed their names and went up the elevator to their daughter's room. While on the elevator Sr asked his wife,

"So how are we going to do this?" Sr asked nervously.

"Like we said in the car, Together."

"They're going to be so pissed at us." Sr replied.

"What else is new?" Estelle replied

Sr chuckled lightly and replied,

"True!!"

Soon they reached the third floor. They could see their children from the elevator. They were sitting in the lobby waiting patiently for the news that their sister is in fact was not dead but alive and will stay that way. They looked at each other once more. Sr mouthed "I love you baby!!" She smiled and mouthed back, "I love you more." They kissed each other lightly, turned face forward, got off the elevator and went to face their children.

They walked into the waiting room. Everyone was asleep. Estelle went and touched Marguerite's shoulder,

"Wake up Darling."

Marguerite lifted her head from Ian's shoulder, yawned, rubbed her eyes and replied,

"Mom? Where am I?" She replied groggily.

"In a hospital dear. It's time to wake up."

As Marguerite and Ian began to fully awaken; Estelle began to rouse up Andreas and Maurice.

"Wake up love." She told them.

"Mom? What's going on? 

"Is Angela ok?"

They both asked simultaneously.

"I don't know dear. The doctors haven't said anything to us." Estelle replied as she stepped back to her husband's side.

By this time, everyone was awake and looking at the sight before them. Estelle smiled at her children through unshed tears. She took her husband's hand and replied,

"Children, look who's home!!" Estelle exclaimed with a smile.

No one moved. Everyone stood there in shocked silence. Marguerite was the first to break the silence,

"Daddy?!?!?" She replied in disbelief. 



Lessons Learned Ch. 16



Maurice, Marguerite and Andreas stared at their parents in shocked silence. Then in one simultaneous outbreak, the three of them began to talk at once,

"This can't be happening." Andreas replied shaking his head. He pointed at his father,

"YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE!!" He screamed.

"Why Do You Look Like That?!?!" Marguerite demanded

Maurice turned to Momma and asked accusingly, "Is This Some Kind of Joke?"

Momma and Daddy stood quietly beside each other and stared silently at my three siblings in tense silence. Momma turned to Maurice and replied, 

"Of course not!!."

Maurice narrowed his eyes and replied, "Then who is this man and why does he look like that?" Maurice demanded.

"He's your father Maurice." Momma replied.

"LIAR!!!!!" Maurice screamed.

"WHO IS THIS MAN?" He demanded. 

"He's Your Father!!!" Momma repeated.

Maurice shook his head in disbelief, 

"NO, You're A Fucking Liar!!" Maurice accused.

MY FATHER IS DEAD!!!!

Marguerite fell to her seat and dropped her head between her legs. She began to sob openly, slightly hyperventilating with each sob. Andreas turned away and sobbed quietly. Tears flowed down Momma's eyes. She stepped forward with her hand out; Maurice backed away. She dropped her hand and replied softly,

"Darling, I know that this is a shock to you. And I also know that I ....." Sr tugged on Mother's arm. She looked up and gazed lovingly at her husband and gave a smile of reassurance. 

"We have a lot of explaining to do." Mother continued. "But know that we do love you and everything we've done; we did it because we love you."

"BULLSHIT!!!" 

"You're an evil Bitch who wouldn't know love if it hit her in the face!!!" Maurice spat out.

"Watch your mouth son." Sr replied darkly.

Maurice looked at Sr with narrowed eyes and stepped towards him. Sr stepped towards his son. The two men. Stared at each other face to face. Everyone turned their attention to the two men.

"You have no right to call me son. I'm not you're son. You don't know me and THIS doesn't concern you." Maurice replied through clenched teeth.

"And that my son is where you're wrong. Everything you say and do I have a right to. I made you and I can break you."

Maurice had no reply. He stood there in angry silence. Sr stepped aside and looked at all of his children, 

"Now your Mother and I understand that you're upset and we know that we have a lot of explaining to do. And those explanations will come. But right now our main concern is Angela. My baby girl is fighting for her life. When she wakes up we need to be a united front." Sr replied.

Marguerite stood, looked into her father's eyes with pained one's of her own and replied,

"How dare you? How dare you speak her name like you even give a fuck about her. Hell, about any of us."

"I do care Marguerite. More then you know." Sr. replied.

"How can you say that? You allowed us, your children to believe that you were dead for over 10 years. We mourned you for the better part of those ten years, and for what? What Daddy? I'll tell you for what, not a goddamn thing. Because while we were mourning you, you was on a long-term vacation somewhere." Marguerite replied.

"Marguerite, where I was, was not a long term vacation I assure you." Sr. replied.

"Then where the hell have you been?" Andreas piped in.

Sr turned to his son and replied,"Dre everything will be explained in due time. I promise you that."

"Dad that's not enou......"

"Wait a minute. Just wait a goddamn minute." Maurice interrupted.

Everybody turned to Maurice. Maurice looked to his siblings one after the other.

"Are you telling me that you two believe this shit? Dad is dead, this is just some man that mom hired to freak us out and try to control us with. Don't fall for her foolishness. This man is not our father. Our father is DEAD!!"Maurice reiterated.

Sr stepped back to face his son, looked him straight in the eye and replied, 

"Maurice the night you thought I died I told you something specific. I told you the location and the secret combination to the safe that held all of my bonds and investments. No one else, not even your mother new this information. I gave it to you to continue the dream that we started. I'm going to write that information down and then you can tell me yourself if I'm your father or not."

Sr dipped into his pocket, took out a small piece of paper, asked mother for a pen and then wrote a few figures down on the paper. He folded it and passed it to his son.

Maurice took the paper, opened it and read its contents. His eyes widened, he looked up at his father and shook his head. 

"How did you know this? Who told you this?"

"No one told me anything. I created those figures just for you son. You know that." Sr replied.

Maurice shook his head in disbelief. Sr extended his hand to touch Maurice's shoulder; Maurice stepped away,

"Stay away from me!!" Maurice demanded.

Sr brought hands up in surrender and replied,

"Son, I need you to calm down. We can't work this out if you're upset."

Maurice continued to back away, "You want me to calm down? You're supposed to be dead. But yet here you are standing here as if the last few years never happened. As if we didn't sit here and mourn you. So tell me, what am I supposed to do about this, Hell what are WE supposed to do about this?" Maurice asked as he gestured toward his other siblings.

"And let's not forget about your youngest child." Maurice continued. 

"Angela has always been on my mind; as have You, Marguerite and Andreas. My children are the most important thing in my life." Sr replied. 

"Are you serious?" Andreas, who before now had been watching the events come to pass silently, replied.

"Of course I am Dre. All the things that your Mother and I have done we're don't to benifit you, your brother and sisters."

"In the words of my brother, BULLSHIT!!!"

"ANDREAS!!!" Momma exclaimed.

"Don't talk to your father like that." She continued.

Andreas glared at Momma and replied,

"Really? This man has apparently faked his death. But while we're sitting here pissed as hell, you're holding on to him like he's your lifeline. It's almost like you expected this, like you knew he was coming back. Did you?"

Mother stood silently with an indignant expression on her face.

"Is that true Mother? Have you known that Daddy' been alive the whole time?" Marguerite asked softly.

"Darling, this is a time for rejoicing. Your Father is home. We should be happy!! " Momma replied.

"That's not answering the question Mom. What part did you h ve in this lunacy? How long have you known that Dad was alive?" Andreas demanded. 

Mother narrowed her eyes at Andreas and replied,

"I don't know Andreas, maybe around the same time you started lusting and later sleeping with the town slut." Mother fired back.

Marguerite turned to Andreas, "What?!?!"

"What the hell is she talking about?" Marguerite asked.

Sr squeezed his wife's elbow. She looked up and they turned their heads away from the angry looks of their children. 

Momma whispered to Dad and asked, "What?"

"This is not the time for this." he replied in a whisper.

"They have been trying my patience every since we got here. I know we said we would be kind. But enough is enough." Momma hissed. 

Momma turned back around and collided with the angry eyes of Andreas. Neither responded to the other's accusation. By this time Maurice was seated with his head in his hands. Everyone either sat or stood in a mix of shocked or angry silence. Finally the Doctor came out from surgery to tell my family the results of my surgery.

"Ahem. Are you all here for Ms Angela Monroe?" He asked.

Everyone immediately turned their attention to the Doctor. Mother answered,

"Yes we are Doctor. We're her parents. These are her brothers, sister and boyfriend. How is our daughter?". She asked.

"She's fine." Dr Brewer responded.

"It was a little touch and go for awhille; but she will be just fine. We will need for her to stay in the hospital for a few days of observation and she will need 4-6 weeks of rest but other then that, I expect for her to make a full recovery."

"Can we see her doctor?" Marguerite asked.

"She hasn't awoken yet from the procedure. Sometimes that happens. The body needs time to recuperate. But her vitals are good."

"Is it normal doctor that she hasn't woken up yet?" Mother asked.

"Yes. The severity of her injury is the cause. Her body needs the rest. If you would like to see her I suggest you do so. But please keep the noise level down. Any type of stress could cause a relapse."

"Yes Doctor." Everyone replied simultaneously.

"Who will Ms Monroe be staying with while she recovers?" Dr Brewer continued.

Before Momma and Daddy could speak, Shane quickly stood and replied,

"She'll be staying with me."

Doctor Brewer nodded, "Please follow me to my office so that I can give you the proper instructions on how to take care of Ms Monroe.". Shane got up and followed the doctor to his office. 

When both men were out of sight, Momma looked angrily at her husband and replied,

"Who the hell does he think he is? He's not taking Angela home with him. That's the bottom line."

Maurice looked at our mother and replied,"Oh Mother please. Affter the shit the both of you pulled, do you really think that either of us would allow you access to her while Angela is healing? Well let me answer that for you, NOT A CHANCE!! I'm goin to make it a priority to make sure that Angela doesn't even LOOK at your house while she's recovering."

"She's OUR daughter Maurice. You don't have any rights to her. Her recovery is our responsibility. Not yours or Shane's, OURS!!" Momma exclaimed.

"Where Angela wants to stay during her recovery is her decision Mother; Not yours. Now Angela has gone through a great trauma. She doesn't need this added stress." Marguerite replied.

"Sorry to break it to you sis, but stress has already been added. Look at what we have here: Our father, whom we presumed dead for the last ten years, has actually been alive this whole time. And our mother, who knew about our still living father, has been lying to all of us for the last ten years and to Angela her whole life. So sorry sweetie, we're already screwed." Andreas replied.

"I think its time we get this over with. Angela needs to know the truth and she shouldn't be kept in the dark any longer." Maurice replied as be began to walk towards my hospital room. Andreas, Marguerite and Ian quickly followed suit. 

"So tell me Andreas, how much of the truth are YOU going to tell your sister?" Momma asked while my three sibling were within ear shot.

Maurice and Andreas stopped in midstride. Marguerite and Ian were unaware that the two had stopped; so in their midstride they almost collided into my brothers.

Andreas turned around and glared at our mother with a dangerously calm expression. 

"You really don't want to test me lady. I have the means to really fuck your shit up." He hissed.

"ANDREAS STAND DOWN!!" Sr roared. 

"You will not talk to your mother like that." Sr continued.

Andreas turned to his father and replied, "You have no right to say anything to us. We've sat here and mourned over you for ten long years and then you come in here preaching about family and unity as if those ten hellish years never happened. Well they did. Both of you fucked up. Both of you knew how hard we all would and did take you're death and you still went along with your fucked up plan. You say you love Angela and she's your number one priority? Then why in the hell did you include her in your bullshit. You have literally scarred her for life. But don't worry about it you won't get the chance to do it again. After she wakes up and gets firsthand witness of your little freak show; I will make damn sure that you will not go near her without permissin and that either Shane or one of us takes care of her while she's recovering. Trust and believe that." 

"Andreas if I have to get a court order, I will. She is OUR daughter. Her needs are our responsibility. I can't express this to you enough." Mother replied.

"Well Mother we will let Angela decide what she wants to do." Andreas replied.

My siblings turned around and walked to my hospital room. By the time they got to my room. Shane was in my room talking with the doctor. I was still asleep. My siblings flocked around my bedside and gazed at my sleeping form. Maurice turned to the doctor and asked,

"Is it normal for her to look this way? She looks lifeless." Maurice replied.

"Your sister has gone through a very traumatic surgery. Her body just needs to heal. But she will be fine. Once the drugs wear off she should be waking up. As I told Mr Morrison here, Ms Monroe was shot in the pelvis and it is now in a fractured state. Once she wakes up; she willl be in a lot of pain and will need physical therapy." The doctor replied.

"I was talking to Dr. Brewer and informed him that Angela's care will be divided between the four of us. He gave me contact numbers for a good physical therapy center as well as for a nurse if need be." Shane replied.

"I'm sure that between the four of us we can make sure that Angela gets all the care she needs...."

"That is not your concern." A deep voice interceded.

Everyone including the doctor turned and saw my parents at the door.

Everyone stood in silence. The doctor looked back in forth between my siblings and parents. The tension in the air was so thick a knife couldn't cut through it. The doctor cleared his throat, stepped towards the door, turned his attention to everyone in the room and replied,

"Ms Moore is in dire need of rest. Any added stress could delay her ability to heal. "

The doctor turned to Shane and continued,

"I will be getting in touch with you Mr Morrison about Ms Moore's physical therapy and any other medical needs she may need to acquire while she heals."

Shane nodded and replied, "Thank you doctor."

He nodded and left out the door. Mama and Daddy stepped in. They gazed at my sleeping form. Marguerite turned to them and replied,

"We really don't have time for this." 

Sr turned his attention to his oldest daughter,

"No Marguerite, I believe now is a better time then any. Your Mother and I have made it very clear where we stand on the issue of Angela's care. She will be going home with us and that's final." Sr replied.

Marguerite narrowed her eyes and angrily responded,"Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Margie...." Maurice whispered.

Marguerite put her hand up to stop his next statement and shook her head. Maurice didn't say another word. Marguerite turned back her attention back to our parents and continued, 

"Who are you to tell us what is or isn't final. You haven't been in Angela's life for 10 years Dad. You don't get the right to make any final decisions when it comes to her." Marguerute responded.

"And you think you have more right. You haven't spoken to your sister in almost four years Marguerite." Mother piped in.

"AND THAT WAS BECAUSE OF YOU!!" Marguerite accused. 

"Now Marguerite you can't put all the blame on me for that situation. You had ample time to call your sister and actually talk to her. But did you? NO!! You need to start taking some personal responsibility dear." Mother responded condescendingly.

"You can't be serious." Marguerite replied astonished. 

"I've never been more serious in my life. All of you have made it very clear how you feel and now its OUR turnto set the record straight. 10 years ago your Father and I had to make an executive decision for this family. If we hadn't of made this decision, our family would have been destroyed. You have no idea what we had to do to make sure that you four kept the life that you were accustomed to. "

"But at what cost Mom? Do you know how long it took us to get over his death. Angela moreso then anyone. That call really fucked her up. Do you both even care?" Andreas demanded.

"How dare you sit there and judge me. Tell me something Andreas. Haven't you done anything that you thougt was in the best interest of your family, let alone yourself?" Mother asked knowingly.

"If you have something to say Mom say it. Stop beating around the bush." Andreas replied.

"Ok, how did Sherice die Andreas?" 

Andreas didn't reply. 

Maurice stood still. 

"How would Andreas know how Sherice died? Its not like he was with her right? Right?" Marguerite reiterated.

Shane stoood still at my bedside. He reached down and took my hand. Subconsciously I could feel his touch. I wanted so much to reassure him that I knew he was there. He looked from side to side taking in all that was unfolding before him.

Sr stood behind his wife as an anchor would a sailboat. It was as if his strength was what was keeping her going.

Marguerite looked in confusion at Andreas's stony expression, Maurice's crestfallen expression and Mother's satisfied expression. She looked back at Andreas and asked,

"Dre what is going on? First Momma accuses you of sleeping with Sherice and now she's implying that you had something to do with her death. What is going on? Do any of these accusations have any merit behind them?"

Andreas remained silent.

Marguerite began to panic. She walked in front of Andreas, put her hand on his cheeks and lightly turned his face to meet her expression and asked,

"What's going on? What are you not telling me?"

"Margie, there are a lot of things going on that you don't understand and don't need to understand."

"Andreas Cameron Monroe, I don't want to hear anymore lies today. Now either you tell me what the FUCK is going on or I ask her. And I have no doubt in my mind that she will tell me what I want to know."

"Naturally." Momma respnded smugly.

"OH SHUT UP!!" Maurice bellowed.

"DON'T YOU TALK TO HER LIKE THAT!!"Sr roared.

Maurice stood up. Marguerite instantly put her hand out to halt her brother,

"MAURICE, NO!!SIT DOWN!!" Marguerite screamed. 

Maurice continued to stand and glare at our Father.

"SIT DOWN!!!" Marguerite ordered

Maurice glared at his sister's fierce expression and slowly sat down. Once Maurice was back in his seat, Marguerite turned her attention back to Andreas, 

"I'm not done with you. Now are you going to tell me what the hell is going on or am I going to have to get it from her?" She replied as she gestured toward our Mother.

Andreas didn't speak. Marguerite waited for a few moments. Andreas still would not speak. Marguerite sighed at Andreas's indifference, turned to our mother and said,

"Well I guess your up."

"Well ok then. It's like I said, Andrea....."

"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, I'LL TALK!!" Andreas yelled from his seat.

Everyone turned and watched Andreas with weary anticipation.

"She's right. I was dating Sherice. I had been dating her on and off for years. I loved her."

"After all of the shit she put Angela through, why would you do that? Didn't you care? Or was the pussy that damn good?" Marguerite replied.

"It wasn't that. I really loved her. She promised me that she didn't do any of the things she was accused of. And when it came to the other men, she was doing me a favor. She told me that she wanted Angela to be happy and that none of the men that she bought home were good enough. She told me that she saw Angela as a little sister that she would look for."

"And you believed that lying slut?" Mother piped in.

"Yes. She was my world. But then more and more things weren't adding up. She changed into a lying, gold-digging bitch overnight."

"Hmm, Overnight my ass. She's always been a lying gold-digging bitch." Mother muttered.

"Not now Mom." Marguerite replied.

Momma "humphed" and stood silently.

"Go on Andreas." Marguerite replied.

"I know I wasn't supposed to love her but I did. I knew that she was flirtatious. I knew that there was a possibility that she could be fucking around on me. But in my mind, it didn't matter. Because I knew that no matter who she was with, I fucked her best.




Lessons Learned Ch. 16



But then she began to get sloppy. She didn't think I would find out about Devon or the house burning. She thought that she could just fuck that punk, destroy my sister's house and get away with it. No,It wasn't going to happen that way. Not if I had anything to do with it."

Marguerite looked at her brother as if she was seeing him for the first time. She asked him softly,

"What did you do Dre?"

" I did what I had to do to keep my sister safe."

"What does that mean? Angela was never in any REAL danger with Sherise!!" Marguerite exclaimed.

"Oh come on Marguerite!! The bitch burned Angela's house down and then went on with life like it was nothing. What was I supposed to do? Huh? Turn the other cheek. That's not me. You know that." Andreas replied.

"You were supposed to let the police handle it. That's what you were supposed to do. But this wasn't about Angela was it?" Marguerite asked.

"Of course it was."Andreas replied.

"No Andreas. You could have just said 'fuck you' and kept on going. No you 'took care of Sherice' because she was fucking Devon and anything else with a dick. You were tired of being made a fool of. Angela's house burning down was just the straw that broke the camel's back." Marguerite replied matter-of-factly.

Andreas sat there and stared evenly into Marguerite's eyes. Momma and Daddy watched the scene before them in tense silence. Shane's hand never left mine.

"Marguerite what are you doing? You know damn well Dre would never do anything like that unless he felt he had to."Maurice intercepted.

Marguerite turned to Maurice and replied,

"Are you really going to sit here and justify our brother's actions? He took a life Maurice. That's a big deal!!" Marguerite replied.

"Andreas did what he thought he had to do. If you were in the same situation you would do the same." Maurice replied.

"However pure or unpure my intentions may have been I would have NEVER killed someone just to make a point or otherwise." Marguerite replied. 

"What are you trying to say Marguerite? Just spell it out." Andreas replied.

"Dre I love you. You're my brother and I will always have your back. No matter what." Marguerite replied.

"But......."

"I just question the sincerity of your actions." Marguerite responded. 

"Look, I love my sister and I would do anything for her; just as I would do for you or Maurice. You know that. So whatever your insinuating is not true." Andreas replied.

"So you're telling me that finding out about Sherise's lates tryst had nothing to do with your actions?"

Andreas froze. His expression darkened. Marguerite blanched at his expression and took a step back. Andreas answered her softly,

"Marguerite have you ever loved someone so much that you would put everything on the line for them. That you would forsake all others just so that you can be with them? A love so deep that you would kill to make that person happy and die if you made that person sad?"

Marguerite looked up and her gaze instantly met Ian's. She slightly nodded. 

Andreas continued, "A love so deep that you wake up happy and go to bed content, because even though you may not get the chance to look at the love of your life whilst you slumber you know without a doubt that they are right there with you; in your arms and never letting go."

Momma took Sr's hand and squeezed it tight. Shane still held my hand. Unbeknowst to everyone in the room, the medicine had wore off. I squeezed Shane's hand lightly. He looked down and saw my still form. He squeezed my hand and I returned the squeeze. He knew then that I was awake. He stood silently; never giving any clue to my family that I could hear every word that was being said.

"That's what I had with Sherice." Andreas continued. " She was my all. Atleast I thought she was. But unfortunately she proved over and over that she didn't feel the same about me. It killed me. I won't lie I wanted to kill her when I found out about her affairs and I had ample opportunity before now. Instead, I decided that; since she wanted to act like a whore, I would treat her like one. So yes, I asked her to use her "charms" if I felt the men in Angela's life were worthless."

"You pimped her?!?!" Marguerite asked in shock.

"No I didn't pimp her. I just allowed her to use her apparent talents, when the need called for it."

"So you pimped her?" Marguerite reiterated.

"She was already disrespecting me by fucking the whole town. What was I supposed to do? Just let her continue?" Andreas asked defensively. 

"I don't know, maybe you should have just left the bitch alone and found someone else to love. Did that thought EVER come to your mind?". 

"I loved her Marguerite and she broke my heart. But see you've never had your heart broken. You don't know the pain of seeing the one you love the most continue to jab at your heart. You've FOUND the love of YOUR life." Andreas replied condescendingly.

"Are you serious. I have known more heartbreak then you could imagine. Do you know how hard it was to get to where I am with Ian? I've been lied to, abused and cheated on. You name it, I've been through it when it came to men. But instead of going on a killing rampage; I left those assholes alone and found love SOMEWHERE ELSE."

"Well that's easier said then done Marguerite." Andreas replied.

"BULLSHIT Andreas. You could have left that bitch if you wanted to." 

"Sometimes its not that easy Marguerite." Sr chimed in from behind.

Marguerite turned to her father, "Are you serious Daddy? Are you really going to sit here and justify MURDER?!?!?

"Oh Marguerite stop being so damn judgemental. None of us eally know the situation. Whether this was done out of hurt or loyalty to his sister, what's done is done. Now we deal with it.

Marguerite looked at everyone's grim yet determined gazes. She shook her head in shocked amazement,

"I can't believe this. I really can't. Andreas kills someone and no one finds fault. This really can't be happening" Marguerite replied.

"Marguerite, you have to understand something. When it comes to protecting your family, nothing should stand in your way. And when something comes in and causes pain to anyone in the family; you get rid of it." Sr responded.

"You sound like you're talking from experience Dad. Are you?" Marguerite asked.

"I'm just saying that I know what Andreas is feeling right now."

"And what's that? Because its sure as hell aint remorse."

"How do you know what I'm feeling Marguerite?" Andreas chimed in.

Marguerite whipped around to Andreas and replied,

"Andreas you can't be serious. You killed Sherice weeks ago and haven't changed a step in your stride. So no honey, I don't believe you have any remorse for what you did. And then you all have the gall to just sit here and accept the fact that we have a murderer in our family....."

"Hey wait a minute."

"Now hold on Marguerite."

"That's uncalled for."

Everyone responded collectively. Marguerite put her hand up to halt their comments,

"NO!!!! I don't want to hear it. Andreas has sat here and confessed to killing the girl that just yesterday the police were trying to say Angela killed. Angela just got shot because of this same girl. Do you even care?"

"Of course I care. She's my sister. I did this for her." Andreas replied.

"Oh Andreas please. You just said that you were pissed at her for fucking around on you; so you killed the bitch. "

"I was tired of her hurting my sister as well. You don't know how hard its been for her when it came to Sherise. And you know why you don't know Marguerite because you were never there. You were so busy stuck in your own damn pride that you didn't even think to care about what Angela was going through with that conniving slut."Andreas accused.

"Well Andreas if you knew so much why didn't you help Angela instead of hurting her more by contiuing to fuck the enemy. Huh?" Marguerite reponded.

"This is getting us nowhere." Maurice intercepted. 

Andreas and Marguerite turned to Maurice. He stood up, walked around and stood between Andreas and Marguerite to where they were almost in triangular formation.

"What happened to that girl is unfortunate. Probably should've never happened..."

"Probably?!?!?" Marguerite scoffed as she folded her arms across her chest.

"BUT it has happened." Maurice continued. "We can all agree that Sherice has been a thorn in our family's side for awhile now. I would never wish ill will on anyone but I won't lie and say that I'm not glad that she's gone." 

"So let me get this straight, not only are you justifying murder but you are also gratifying the murderer. I see. Ok, then." Marguerite turned to her husband and replied,

"I'm ready to go. Let's go." 

Ian nodded, went to his wife, stood beside her and took her hand. Marguerite turned to Andreas and replied, 

"I Love you. More than myself. What you did was wrong and I will never understand or approve of it. It should have never gotten this far. I will never give you up or betray, but I can't be around you, any of you for awhile. Please understand that."

She looked at Maurice and replied, "I don't know how much of this you are involved in and I don't care. Your quickness to justify and accept this atrocity worries and dissapoints me. I love you but I can't be apart of this."

Marguerite went to my bedside, bent down and kissed my forehead and whispered "I love you." She looked up at Shane and replied, 

"Please take care of her. She needs you now more then she's ever needed anyone. "

"I will." Shane promised.

Marguerite turned to our parents last and scornfully looked at them, " You two started this." She accused. She pointed at our father, "I don't know why you're here, hell I don't know why you left in the first place. If I could guess, I would say it has something to do with Charleston Harper. But it doesn't matter. You two have done more harm then good for this family. And I'm done with both of you. 

Marguerite took her husband's hand and left out the hospital room.

The room fell silent. Momma was the first to talk,

"So what do we do now?"

Sr looked at his wife and sons and replied,

"We move on. There is a lot of things that still need to be revealed. But before they're to be revealed, your mother and I have some pressing issues we need to take care of. It will not take long. Will you two meet us back at the house? There, we will tell you everything."

The two brothers looked at each other and then their parents. Maurice answered for the both of them,

"In light of everything that's happened we almost have no choice but to trust you. But if it proves to be our downfall, I will take you out myself. And this time you won't come back.". Maurice replied.

"I don't take well to threats Son." Sr replied.

"Good, because that wasn't a threat. It was a stone cold fact." Maurice responded. 

Maurice turned his attention back to Andreas and replied,

"I need to get out of here. You ready?"

Andreas nodded, stood up and went to my bedside. He leaned down, put his forehead to mine for a few moments, bent further down and kissed my cheek. He whispered to my cheek,

"If you can hear me, know that I love you. And everything I did , I did it because of that one fact." 

I wanted to cry; but I knew I couldn't while Andreas still thought that I was under medicine. Maurice came over kissed my forehead, touched my chin and left out the door with Andreas in tow.

As soon as my brothers left my parents turned their attention to Shane.

"You love my daughter, I can see that. I know you think that you're doing what's in her best interest, but we're her parents. We've known her longer and we know for sure what's best for her." Mother replied.

"I know that you're her parents but in light of recent events you have to understand why I disagree." Shane replied.

"We don't want to fight you about this son. We just want to take our daughter home and care for her." Sr replied.

"I have no interest in fighting you either Sir. But if I have to, I will. The safety of your daughter is my number one priority. I will do whatever I have to, to make sure that she's safe." Shane replied determindly.

"But for how long?" Mother asked.

"As long as it takes." Shane replied.

Momma and Shane glared at each other with equally determined expressions. Both wanted the same thing but wanted it on their own terms. Mother was the first to look away. She turned to her husband, looked into his eyes and said,

"I think its time we left don't you?"

Sr nodded at his wife and replied,

"Yes I do." 

Mama turned to Shane and replied, 

"I hope you enjoy these moments that you've spent with my daughter because they will be your last."

Shane didn't respond. Momma took Daddy's hand and left out the front door. Shane watched them walk down the hallway. Once they we're out of ear range, he turned around to my still form and said,

"They're gone."

I slowly opened my eyes and looked at him. Shane smiled and walked to my bedside. He put his hand on my cheek. I leaned into I his hand to feel his entire caress. He took the control and slowly maneuvered it to where I was sitting straight up. He bent down amd kissed me lightly on the lips. I returned the kiss the best I could. He raised up and replied,

"I'm glad to have you back my love."

"It's good to be back." I replied softly.

"So tell me, how much do you know?" 

I cleared my throat and replied,

"Well, I may have just lost my sister, AGAIN, my father, whom I thought was dead is not as dead as he proclaimed to be and my brother who was secretly about to marry the one person I hate the most is the one who actually killed her. Does that sum it up pretty much?" I asked.

"Yea, but there's more you don't know. But before I tell you about it, I have a question to ask you?"

"Ok. What is it?" I asked.

"Will you marry me? Tonight?" 

    Copyright© August 2011

    BBW Love 8369



Lessons Learned Ch. 17



"Tonight!?! Why tonight?" I asked.

Shane put his hands on my face, looked into my eyes and replied,

"Baby, you know I love you. There is no one, I'd rather be with than you. But as you know, there are a lot of things going on right now that could do you more harm then good. I want to protect you from that. The only way I can do that is if we're married." Shane replied.

I brought my hand to Shane's cheek and replied, "Baby I know that what's going on with my family is huge. But a quickie wedding is not the answer. We will work through this." I replied.

"There's so much you don't understand Baby. So much....."

Shane removed his hand from my face, brought them over my hands and gently brought them down from his cheek. He got up from the side of my bed, went to the window and silently stared into the night.

I sat in confused silence.

Soon the silence between us was too much. I broke the tension by asking,

"Shane? What's going on baby? 

Shane turned to me and went back to my bedside. He took my face into his hands, brought my lips to his and kissed me with an intensity that shook both our bodies to the core. My lips opened slightly. His tongue immediately attached itself to mine. His tongue immediately became the agressor of the two. I brought my hands to his cheeks; he wrapped his around my waist. As our kiss intensified; his arms would wrap tighter around my waist. I missed his embrace but the intensity of his embrace and pain I still felt from the surgery became too much for me. Tears began to run down my face. I stopped the kiss and smiled at him through my tears,

"We have to stop. My body is not quite ready for all of this excitement." 

He smiled and wiped away my tears. "I'm sorry baby. Your kiss does it to me every time. "He replied

"I love you. You know that. We've only known each other for a short time but I feel like I know you better then anyone. So I know when something's up. Talk to me baby. What don't I know?"

Shane hesitated then replied, "Your parents think that you should recover at their house. I told them that you would be coming home with me. They threw the 'We're her parents and we know what's best for her' fact at me. Your siblings and I told them that we would let you decide. They threatened litigation, I countered.

"They can't do that; I can make my own damn decisions. I don't need them to talk for me." I replied indignantly.

Shane caressed my cheek and replied, "I know baby. But because you've gone through a trauma your decisions have to be made by others. And that will continue until the doctor gives you a clean bill of health.

Now, you know we belong together. You know that there is no one else for me but you. You and I were going to get married anyway and we still can. Baby, I will throw you the biggest wedding you've ever seen; but for right now, in order for you to have the chance to stay with me I will need Power of Attorney. The hospital will not allow me to take over your care unless I'm next of kin. And the only way I can do so is if we're married. So my darling, I ask you again; will you marry me tonight?"

I closed my eyes and silently thought about my family, Shane's proposal and Sherice. I knew what I was going to do;it was just the point of saying it out loud. Shane took my silence as feelings of doubt. He continued his plea,

"I know that this seems rushed and not thought out. But I've been thinking about it for awhile now. I knew I was going to be with you for the rest of my days that first day we were together in my classroom."

"You did?

"Oh most definitely. You were so full of passion that day. And say whatever you want, but there was one moment that day that I knew for sure that there was no one else for me but you" 

"And when was that?" I asked.

Shane smiled lecherously and replied, "When you lifted those thick thighs up and let me slowly stroke that pussy deeper and deeper with this dick."

"Shane!! You are horrible!!!" I exclaimed with an embarrassed sigh.

Shane laughed and brought his forehead to mine. He kissed me lightly on the lips. I took his hand and brought it to my lips. Shane smiled and continued,

"Every since this craziness with Sherice started, I've felt this overwhelming need to sweep you away from all of it. If you're not ready, I can understand that and I will stand by you no matter what. I'll just have to sneak into your room at your parent's house or something. I will do whatever I need to do to make sure that you're happy and out of danger."

"You would do anything for me wouldn't you?"

With a determined expression, Shane replied, "Darling, I would give my life for you."

"Shane we're in a hospital, how can we get married in a hospital?"

"Baby, that's not the problem. I can go and get the hospital chaplain to marry us. I just need an answer from you."

As tears fell down my cheeks I couldn't help but chuckle lightly.

Shane smiled back at me as he began to wipe away my tears, "What?!?" he asked.

"It's just that, you've really thought about this. Haven't you." I replied.

Shane laughed nervously,

"Yea, I guess I have. I just love you and I don't want you to hurt anymore. I won't lie and say that things will be smooth sailing from here. We're going to have our ups and downs; I'm sure of it. But know this, anything that you want and need I wil give it to you. You will never want for anything my love. Believe that." 

I reached for him and he held him close.

"All I want is you. So my answer is yes. Yes, I will marry you tonight." I whispered in Shane's ear.

Shane held me tight to him. This time I didn't mind the pain his hug brought me. 

Shane kissed every part of my face. I laughed in response. He said I love you with each kiss. When he finally got to my mouth, he swept me away with another passionate kiss. His hand rested on my cheek. My arms circled his neck. My lips parted and his tongue entered my mouth. Our tongues instantly connected to each other. As our lips delved deeper into each other; our passion for each other heightened. It felt like it had been ages since we were together. I wanted to feel his hands caress every part of my body, but I knew that wasn't a possibility at this time. This time Shane stopped our kiss. Our foreheads still touched.

"I want to feel your body under mine. I want to reclaim your body over and over and over again." He said huskily.

A tingle of anticipation flowed through my body as he spoke those words,

"What's stopping you?" I asked.

He smiled and replied, "Well, you did just go through major surgery my love."

"I'll be gentle." I replied. Shane chuckled lightly. "You'll be gentle huh? I'm sure you will. But there is also the fact that I need to take care of a few things before we get married."

"So not even a little bit?" I asked with a mischievous smile. 

Shane laughed, took my face into his hands, gave me a quick kiss on the lips and replied,

"You and I both know that 'just a little bit' wouldn't suffice us. Especially considering how long its been. "Shane replied.

I kissed the palm of his hand and nodded in agreement.

"I love you. You know that right?" I asked.

"That's something I never doubted." Shane replied wholeheartedly.

I smiled."Ok then, let's do this."

Shane smiled, kissed me on the cheek and left the hospital to make the necessary arrangements for our nuptials.

I turned to the phone and called my sister. I sat on the telephone and let it ring until the voicemail came on. I left a message saying,

"Hey Margie this is Angela. There is so much to talk about. But the most important thing is this, you're my sister and I love you. I'm not going to let you go. Also, I'm getting married tonight. I was hoping you'd be here to see it. But I know you're upset and your not in the mood to see anyone. So we'll talk later ok? Bye for now."

I hung up the phone and called my best friend Francessca. Her phone went straight to voicemail. I left her a message as well,

"Hey Chessa, Just giving you a call. I know you've been worried sick and I promise I will explain everything when we talk. The most important thing you need to know right now is that I'm getting married tonight. I really wanted you to be here. I understand that you're busy; I just really need my best friend right now. But I can't be selfish. Even though I really want to be!!!" I laugh into the phone and then continue " I hope you're ok and we'll talk later. Bye for now."

I hung up the phone and allowed a few tears to run down my face. I quickly wiped my face and said to myself,

"No, we're not going to do this. This is your wedding day. Even if it does seem like everything is lost... Today is your special day. " I nodded, closed my eyes and continued to repeat"Today is your day" to myself. Those few words became my personal mantra.

I was so deep in thought that I almost didn't hear the knock at my door. I quickly glanced at the clock and realized that an hour and half had passed me by.

"Baby....?" Shane replied.

"Come in Babe!" I replied.

He came in and I gasped in awe at what I saw. There stood Shane in a black three piece suit with a purple button-down shirt. He came to the foot of my bed and laid a white strapless, a-line gown with a purple cardigan on my bed. The gown was a mix of taffeta and silk. The top was layered and had embroidered diamonds across the top. The skirt and top was connected by a belt that had a a lily shaped swarovsk pendant in the middle. The skirt flowed freely over a small cremlin skirt. The dress was perfect. 

I looked to the side of Shane and saw a nurse holding some flat peep toe shoes, purple accessories and a small bouquet of lilies.

"Baby, I thought we'd do this right. I know that you're favorite color is purple; so I thought we'd incorporate it in our wedding. I wasn't sure if you'd agree, but just in case I wanted to be prepared.

After I talked to the doctor about your care; I made a call to my mother and sister to do some shopping. They went to my house and they got both of our necessary measurements to buy our ensembles. I had to get my suit tailored a little; I hope your dress fits. They also got you shoes, flats for right now, since you just got injured, a pearl and emerald necklace with matching earrings, pearl bracelets and matching wedding sets."

Shane asked the nurse to come forward. She came to my bedside and laid all of the accessories, the shoes and the matching wedding set at my side. I picked up the wedding set first and examined it. The band was plattinum with an emerald and diamond setting. The diamond at the top was surrounded with purple emaralds. Shane's band was platinum as well with diamonds in the middle with purple emeralds at each end. It was the most unique yet beautiful set I had ever seen. Tears of joy ran down my face. Shane frowned and replied,

"You don't like it? Is it too much. Is this too much for you? Baby please tell me what's wrong. I promise." 

I turned to the nurse and replied, "Thank you so much for everything. If you don't mind, could you leave us alone for a just a few minutes. And once he's gone, I'd really appreciate it, if you could come back and help me into my wedding dress."

The nurse smiled, nodded and left out the door. I turned to a smiling Shane and returned his smile. I held out my hands, he came to me and took my hands into his. I looked into his eyes and told him,

"How could I not love everything that you've done for me today? You planned everything, with only a few hours at your disposal and everything is absolutely perfect."

I brought Shane into my arms and held him close. 

"I love you, more than you could ever know. You have made, what could have been a terrible day, into what may be the best and most important day of my life. I look forward to our life together. Thank you, for everything. "

I kissed Shane on the lips a number of times as thanks for all of his hard work. At the last kiss,our lips simultaenously opened and our tongues united and held to each other. His arms circled my waist and our bodies crushed together as one. We stayed in each other's arms for a few moments. After awhile, Shane removed his hands from around my waist and brought them to my cheeks. He looked into my eyes and said,

"I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know that you love me, but this is a very big step. I've had a long time to think about this. You've only had maybe an hour to think about it. So Baby, you need to be absolutely sure that this is what you want to do. And I'm going to tell you this now, I don't just marry anyone. So if you are absolutely sure; and we do this. You're it for me baby girl. I'm not letting you go without a fight. So are you sure about this? " 

I brought my hands to his cheeks and replied, "There is no one in this world I'd rather be with than you. You're not getting rid of me Shane Thomison, I'm here and I'm not going anywhere. So you need to go outside and let your future wife get ready for her wedding."

He smiled and kissed my foreheard, "Ok, I'm going to go outside and let you get dressed. And I promise that when you get better, we will have the wedding of your dreams..."

"Baby, you're the man of my dreams. I couldn't be happier. So get out. I need to change." Shane laughed, got off the bed, kissed my forehead and walked toward the door. Before he left out, he turned to me and replied, 

"I'll go get the nurse and we'll get this show on the road. And I forgot to tell you, I have a few surprises for you, when you're ready." I blew a kiss at him, smiled and replied,

"I can't wait. And Babe...."

"Yea?"

"I knew a long time ago that you were the one. I was just waiting for you." I replied with a smile

He smiled and left out the room. The nurse came back into the room. She smiled at me and replied, "Well it looks as though, we have a wedding to get ready for. So what can I do?"

"Well if you don't mind, could you help me into the bathroom? I'd like to freshen up a little bit."

"Of course. Here's something that might help you with that."

The nurse then went into her pocket and brought out a small cylinder in the shape of a lily.

"Oh my goodness!! That's my favorite perfume." I replied in disbelief. 

"Yes, Shane mentioned that. So come, let's get you ready to get married; You have a wonderful man waiting for you with some wonderful people."

I nodded ok. The nurse removed the blanket. Took my arm around her neck and helped me to the bathroom. She helped me disrobe and wash my body. She made sure that the sponge didn't touch my stiches. She allowed me to wash my private regions without help. She handed me a small toiletry bag that had a travel size deoderant, toothbrush, toothpaste, mouthwash makeup and lotion.

I turned to the nurse and replied,

"Thank you for all of your help. I can take it from here. I'll call if I need help to the bed." "Are you sure?" She asked. I nodded in reply.

"Alright then. Everything is set on the bed waiting for you."

"What's your name ma'am?" I asked

"Justine."

I took her hand in mine and replied,

"Ms Justine, you've been very helpful. I thank you for it." I replied as fresh tears fell down my face.

She smiled an almost matronly smile and replied, "You remind me a lot of my daughter. Your strong and you hate to show fear and vulnerability. I don't know you're whole life story, but what I do know, is that its ok to lean on someone. To allow them to love you. You have a man out there that will give you the world, so let him. " I smiled, squeezed her hand and replied,

"Yes ma'am." 

I let go of her hand and she left out of the bathroom

I turned to the mirror and looked at myself. My eyes looked tired. I looked as though I had aged almost ten years in just two months. My lips were chapped and somewhat swollen. I looked and felt defeated.

As I stood there looking at my reflection; I thought about my family and the hell we continuously put ourselves through. I thought about Sherise. Whilst I hated the Bitch (may she rest in peace); I never wanted her dead. And if I did; I sure as hell didn't want one of my family members to have be the one to kill her. This whole situation was a mess.

But then I thought about Shane. I loved him the first time I saw him. In a short while, he became the most important person in my life. The thought that I would get to spend the rest of my life loving him, talking with him, fighting with him, feeling him deep inside me bought and smile to my face and a shiver up my spine. I was in love with the man and I wasn't going to keep him waiting any longer.

Because of my injury, it took longer than usual to finish freshening up and put my makeup on. After I was finished with my makeup; I put on my bra, underwear and all of my accessories on. All I needed to do now was get into my dress. 

I left the bathroom and slowly went to the side of the bed. Justine must have noticed that I'd finally emerged from the bathroom; because she came in running to my aid.She brought my arm around her neck amd helped me into the bed. She chastised me like only a mother could,

"What are you doing? You know you're not quite ready to walk this type of distance by yourself yet. You should have called for me."

"I thought I could do it myself. I guess I was wrong." I replied

"See, this is exactly what I was saying before. You have to learn how to lean on people my dear." I smiled, "You're right Ms Justine." I replied. We got to the side of the bed. I turned to her and she smiled.

"My dear you look wonderful." She replied

"Thank you. For everything." I replied.

"Well, I kind of had no choice." Justine replied.

"What do you mean?" I asked

"Well Angela I have a little confession to make.Shane wanted to introduce me, but I told him I'd do it myself in my own way."

"I don't understand. Your name is not Justine?" I asked.

"Oh yes darling my name is Justine. It's actually Dr. Justine Thomison- Blane. I'm the Chief of Nurses here at Sacrament but most importantly, I'm Shane and Olivia's mother and your future mother."

I stood in shocked silence.

"I don't know what to say. You must think we're crazy for doing this so soon. And I know that Shane has told you about my family and everything we've done. You must hate me."

Justine shook her head, smiled and caressed my cheek. "Darling I don't hate you."

"You don't?"

"I wouldn't be doing all of this if I hated you. Actually, from what I've heard from Shane, I rather think that you and I are going to get along fine. But the most important thing that sold me about you was the way my son lights up when he talks of you. You make my son happy. And when he's happy, I'm happy. 

Angela, He has never gone through so much for someone; so you must be special. Now yes, I do know some of the details behind your injury. And I'm sure that there's much more to it than what I've already heard. But we're not going to worry about that today. Today is truly about you and my son..."

She opened her arms to me and I fell into them. All of the tension of the last few months slowly eased from my body. She held me close and continuosly assured me that everything would be alright. She kissed my forehead and helped me to stand up. Dr Blane helped me slide the dress over my head. It flowed down my body like a dream and stopped right below my knees. She then helped my arms into the sweater. I put the purple pendant on the sweater.

Dr Blane picked up my veil. The veil was gorgeous. The pin that held the veil was a Swarovski pendant in the shape of a lily with small lace veil attached to it. Dr Blane put the clip into my hair and brought the veil over my face. She looked at me and smiled.

"You are absolutely beautiful."She replied.

"Thank you Ms Justine." I replied.

"Now Angela, I'm about to be your Mother. You can call me Justine, Momma, or Momma Justine. No formalities. Ok?" 




Lessons Learned Ch. 17



I smiled. "Yes ma'am."

"All right. I'm going to set your shoes in front of you. You go on and put them on while I go get my son and the bridal party."

I was so intent on putting on my shoes that I almost didn't hear her leave. But then it occured to me what she said,

"Wait, we have a bridal party?"

Ms. Justine had left out the door before I could get an answer. Once my shoes were on; I sat and waited for Shane and my "bridal party" to come in. I could hear some rustling outside my door and within seconds everyone began to pile into the room. 

There weren't many and I only recognized a few of the people. I recognized Shane's sister Olivia. A vaguely familiar looking man came in behind her and behind him another man came walking in. He looked like an older version of Shane only with blue eyes. All of the men were dressed in black suits with purple shirts. Olivia wore a purple cocktail dress with strappy sandals. I smiled in approval.

"You all look beautiful." I replied.

"Thank you and so do you." They all said collectively.

We all laughed. The man who looked like an older version of Shane with blue eyes stepped forward. It immediately occurred to me that this was Shane's father. He took my hand into his and replied,

"Hello my dear, my name is Marcus Blane. I'm Shane and Olivia's dad."

"Nice to meet you." I replied. He bent down and kissed my cheek and stepped to the side.

Olivia came forward and replied, "It's so good to see you again, I wish it was under better circumstances; but it's still nice."

I nodded and replied, "Very True. But I'm glad you here. I didn't get to say this to you before, but thank you for all of your help that day. I hear Maxine is where she needs to be right now."

"She is. And I'm going to make sure that she stays there."

I nodded in agreement. Before I could introduce myself to the other guest the door opened and in came Shane with his mother on his arm and the chaplain of the hospital. Justine was no longer in scrubs but in a purple dress of her own. Our eyes met and the sight of him took my breath away. He placed his mom beside his dad and came to me. He took my hands into his and helped me to my feet. I saw nothing but love in his eyes.

"You look gorgeous my love." He said to me as he brought my knuckles to his lips. 

"Thank you baby." I replied 

"Shall we get married?" Shane asked.

"Oh most definitely." I answered. 

We turned to the chaplain. The chaplain looked into our eyes and asked us,

"Are you ready?"

"Yes." We replied together.

Olivia stood behind me, Shane's best man (who I now remembered as the fire chief who helped when my house burned down) stood behind Shane. Shane's parents stood in the back. Dr Blane reached for her husband's hand. Mr. Blane caught her hand and held it tightly to his. They glanced lovingly at each other and smiled. The minister began the ceremony,

"Dearly beloved, we're gathered here today to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony......"

Meanwhile....

As I was in the midst of getting married; my parents were busy at the police station. They went inside introduced themselves as family of the prisoner and asked the front desk officer if they could see their beloved Maxine. The front desk officer was going to decline, but then my father pushed a wad of cash discretely into the booth. The officer looked down in surprise and looked back up into the eyes of my father. Never breaking eye contact; my father assured her that all he wanted to do was see his cousin. 

The front desk officer nodded in understanding and told the bailiff to bring in the prisoner. The front desk officer then told my parents to wait in the visitor waiting area as the prisoner so that the guard can bring the prisoner to them. They went into the waiting area and waited patiently.

By this time they had fingerprinted, booked and dressed Maxine in her orange jumpsuit. She came walking through the door. She saw my mother first and snarled. Before my mother could return Maxine's snarl with a comment of her own; a deep, familiar voice spoke out and Maxine Harper's heart almost stopped in mid-beat.

"Hello Maxine, it's been awhile."