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I'm Not Going Ch. 02

By: JonB1969



Sometime during the night Sunday night, I was suddenly wide awake.

Something had just woken me up. I didn't know what it was but I knew my instincts were never wrong. I had woken up so suddenly, that I was waiting for my conscious thoughts to catch up to what my instincts were telling me.

Hardly even daring to breathe, I lifted myself up on one elbow and listened for anything out of the ordinary.

Mercedes stirred drowsily next to me. "Baby, what's the matter?"

I silently raised my finger to my lips. Very quietly, not daring to make a sound, I eased out of bed, only wearing boxers, and went to the safe built into the wall, where I quickly spun the dial for the combination lock.

Quietly as I could, I opened the safe and then got my service pistol out. Without even thinking I slid a magazine in and then slid the action back and forth to chamber a round.

I turned around to head for the bedroom door. Mercedes was looking frightened.

I went over and squeezed her arm to reassure her. She smiled but it was a nervous frightened smile. Then I raised my finger to my lips again. She nodded.

Pointing my pistol at the floor, finger off the trigger, I eased out the bedroom door into the hallway.

Walking lightly on the balls of my feet, I went up the hallway to the living room.

I hadn't even reached the end of the hallway when I heard a noise - the click of the lock being picked. That's probably what had woke me up.

I cocked the hammer back on my pistol and got ready to take a life. If some idiot thought he was going to break into my place to steal money, or valuables to sell for money, he was about to commit his last crime.

His next appointment would be to see god. If god existed. Sometimes I wondered.

The door silently eased open.

Not one but three young black men came inside, fumbling and bumbling, like The Three Stooges. Then they made another mistake that a criminal wouldn't make - they started chuckling and snickering, like people who were about to pull a huge prank on someone. 

The largest dude said, "Would you guys keep it down? We're gonna wake him up before we can wake him up."

Now I knew who it was. Immensely relieved, I put my pistol on safe, stood up normally, reached over and flicked the lights on.

"Too late."

The three boys jumped right out of their skins.

The same dude who spoke said, "Shit."

I raised my pistol again. "What the hell are you doing in my place?"

The three boys all raised their hands. The oldest said, "We weren't gonna do nothing!"

"Doesn't look that way to me. Talk."

"OK, OK! Mercedes' dad sent us."

"To do what?"

"Scare you a little bit. Rough you up."

"To what end?" Although I thought I already knew the answer to that one.

"To keep you from seeing Mercedes."

I was one second away from cocking back the hammer on my pistol again. But before I could continue my questions, there was movement behind me.

Mercedes brushed past me, wearing her terrycloth bath robe. "Shawn Michael! Darren Thomas! And you, Reggie! I'm surprised and highly disappointed in you. Just what the hell are you three thinking, being out of bed at this time of night?"

The boys actually cringed. The largest one said, "We didn't know you'd be here, Mercedes."

Mercedes placed her hands on her waist. "You didn't 'know' I'd be here?! That is a poor-ass excuse if ever I've heard one. You three get your asses back home and back in bed and if I ever see you three doing some shit like this again I will tell Auntie Jasmine!"

The three of them said, "Yes, Mercedes."

"And you, Shawn Michael!" The youngest one twitched. "I thought I taught you better than this!"

The boy looked at the floor, looking very guilty, and didn't say a thing.

"That's right, child, you know you did wrong! I babysat you while your momma went to night school, and that was after she got through working as a waitress all day! She couldn't afford a real baby sitter so she asked my mother if I would do it. Apparently I didn't do that good of a job after all."

Finally the boy muttered, "I'm sorry, Mercedes."

Mercedes lost some of the fire in her voice. "I know you are, baby. Come here."

She took the boy in a surprisingly tender, maternal hug. Then she looked at the other two. "And just what brought you three here in the middle of the night, anyway?"

The oldest one, who was also looking very guilty, raised his head and said, "Your pops sent us."

Mercedes' face set in some kind of strange expression, and she didn't ask any more questions. Apparently that told her all she needed to know.

"You boys better get back home and back in bed. I'll be speaking to my father." Her voice was brittle and full of tears.

The three would-be pranksters looked at each other, frightened expressions on their faces. Then the youngest broke away from his partners in crime and came forward to me. "Sir?"

I was startled but then remembered to put my pistol away. "Yes?"

"I'm sorry we disturbed you and Mercedes. Won't happen again."

The boy extended his hand. 

I took it. "You're thinking like a man. Now do what Mercedes says and get your butt back home, okay?"

The boy grinned suddenly, not so solemn any more. "Yes, sir."

"And don't let me see you in here again. Okay?"

"No, sir."

The three of them left. I closed the door behind them and locked it again.

Then I turned around, just in time for Mercedes to throw herself into my arms, crying.

I did the only thing I could do - I put my arms around her waist and held her for several minutes, as sobs shook her shoulders. 

Finally she pulled back, wiping tears from her eyes. "That is absolutely the last straw! Getting young boys to come over here and break into your house, in the middle of the night, while I'm here!"

"Well, I'm not going to lie. I could have just shot first and asked questions later."

She squeezed my arms. "I know. I know. Believe me. The blame is all on my father, Zachary. All on him. This would have never happened if he'd just taken the time to get to know you! Even just a little bit....."

I held her again, rubbing her back. "Come on. Let's get back to bed. We both have work in the morning."

"Yeah. And I have a phone call to make."

I didn't bother asking her what that was all about. I just figured three teenage boys were about to get into some serious trouble.

* * * * * * * * *

By six pm that evening, I was finally coming home. It had been a long-ass day, made longer by the fact of getting woken up in the middle of the night, and then having to calm Mercedes down, and then trying to relax, myself.

It took an hour or two to get back to sleep last night.

As I pulled in to the driveway and parked, I saw Mercedes' car parked nearby, and smiled. 

That would sure make up for the long day.

I opened the front door and came into the foyer, my ears attuned for anything out of the ordinary.

Mercedes' voice came from the kitchen. "Zach? Is that you, baby?"

"Yeah, it's me."

She came out of the kitchen and into the living room, wearing her favorite white cotton tank top and shorts. Her hair was slicked back in a tiny bun. She wore no shoes.

Another thing she wasn't wearing was the gold cross necklace, something she wore at all times. I wondered about that. But I didn't know how to ask.

"There you are. I was getting worried about you."

She walked over and gave me a hug.

Her voice sounded strange. Her face looked odd as well. 

I said, "I'm sorry. Had to stay a little late. And then the traffic."

"One of those days, huh?" Her voice was strangely subdued. 

"Yeah. One of those days. Is everything alright?"

"Yes. Everything is fine, Zachary." She took my hand and led me further into the living room. "Come on in and relax."

"How was your day?"

"It was alright. It's too bad you had to leave so early this morning."

"Yeah, it was. I wasn't too sure about leaving you at home alone all by yourself, after what happened last night."

"Oh, baby, it was alright. You had to go to work, and so did I. But now that you're home, there's something I want to tell you."

Uh-oh. "OK. What's up?"

"When I got up this morning to use the bathroom, I threw up. Morning sickness......"

She paused for a minute to let that sink in. A grin started to form on my face. I said, "OK. Then what?"

Mercedes led me further into the living room, and continued. "So I got a pregnancy test kit on my way to the salon."

I moved over next to her. "And....?"

Mercedes practically shouted, "It was positive! We're gonna have a baby, Zach!"

"Mercedes, are you serious?"

She laughed. "Quite serious! I already scheduled an appointment with my OB-GYN to confirm the test results."

"Wow... Mercedes...."

"I know!"

"This is unbelievable!"

"I know! But we can't tell anyone just yet. I want to at least wait till after the doctor's appointment."

I got my head together. "Yeah. You're right. In fact one of my buddies didn't tell me his wife was pregnant until she was like three months along."

"I thought about doing that, too. But listen, baby, let's talk about this later, okay?"

"Yeah. We got to celebrate!"

I lifted her up and into a big hug and spun her around, both of us laughing. Then I kissed her ever so gently and put her back down.

The enormity of it was starting to sink in.

"Shit. We're gonna have a baby....."

"I know....."

"What's your pops gonna say?"

The happy look almost went away from her face. "I don't want to tell anyone, not just yet. The second trimester sounds like a good time to tell everyone."

"You mean when you start to show?"

"Mostly I want to give myself time to have a miscarriage first, so I don't have to tell everyone we were having a baby, that we're not gonna have a baby after all." 

I nodded glumly. "Yeah, and have to suffer through all those well meant but utterly useless platitudes, not to mention the looks of pity from everyone."

Then she took my hand. "Come on. Let's eat dinner. Then we can have dessert. I know how much you like to have dessert."

I chuckled mischeviously. "Sounds good to me."

Mercedes giggled. "Why don't you go make yourself more comfortable, and put that thing under your jacket in the safe?"

I kissed her again. "Yeah. Give me a couple minutes."

* * * * * * * * *

A couple of hours later, Mercedes was at the sink, washing the dishes.

Still feeling the rush of knowing we were going to have a baby, and a little horny, too, I turned the TV off and went to go help Mercedes do the dishes.

I had long since changed into black jeans and a grey t-shirt. I eased up behind Mercedes and plunged my hands into the warm soapy water after hers.

She licked her lips. "What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to help."

Mercedes stuck her booty out slightly, so my dick was wedged in between her butt cheeks.

I said, "What are you doing?"

She arched back somewhat and turned her face towards mine. "I'm trying to help...."

"I'm talking about washing the dishes. I don't know what you're talking about."

A naughty laugh came out of her. "Hmmm! It feels like you don't need the help. If you don't mind me saying so."

That was true. I could feel a strong erection forming already.

I chuckled as I nuzzled the nape of her neck. "You are a naughty, naughty girl."

Her voice was deep and sexy. "Why don't we finish the dishes so you can take off these shorts?"

"Sounds good...."

But we only managed to do the dishes for a few more minutes. We still had the silverware left, and the plates and bowls we used.

My dick, however, had other ideas. It was so damned hard, it wasn't funny, straining the seams of my jeans.

My hands did, too. I took them out of the warm soapy water, washed them off, and instead filled them with her breasts. That my hands were still wet, didn't matter. Not to me, and certainly not to Mercedes.

As I nuzzled her neck, she moaned, "Do you like you these black titties, baby?"

"Yes."

"Do you like these big, fat, juicy chocolate titties?"

"Yes.... Can I take them out?"

"Please...."

Seconds later I had the straps of her top down around her arms, exposing her breasts. Her nipples were already hard.

I was extra gentle with her breasts. I knew they would be even more sensitive and tender with pregnancy than normal.

Mercedes pressed herself against me as I fondled her breasts. Then she reached back with one hand, even though hers were still wet and soapy, and unzipped my jeans without even looking.

Then her nimble fingers found my dick and started stroking it.

"Oh my god, baby, it's so hard!"

I grunted in her ear. "Yes. Definitely."

Without another word, she turned around, pushed lightly on my chest so I leaned against the stove. First she took my t-shirt off and threw it careless in any direction. Then she unbuttoned the fly, and yanked my jeans down. Then my dick disappeared into her mouth.

"Mmmm.... Mmmmm.... Mmmm.... Mmmm...."

"Mercedes.... Shit....."

"Mmmmm.... .mmmmm.... mmmm..... Sllluuurrrp.... Sllluurrrp..."

Mercedes was so good at sucking dick, all I could do was grunt and groan and make fuck faces.

"Shit.....!"

And then she stopped.

I looked down, to see Mercedes grinning devilishly.

"I'm afraid to ask. Why did you stop?"

"Because, you can't come yet."

I grinned back at her. "And why is that?"

"I want to make sure you explode inside me."

"Well, you're already pregnant. So at least we don't have to worry about that."

Mercedes giggled. "No."

I stood her up, pulled her to me, and devoured her with kisses. In seconds, I put my tongue in her mouth and played it against hers. As we kissed, I pushed her up against the other side of the kitchen by the sink and played with her breasts.

This time I didn't limit myself to just touching them. I also kissed them softly, and licked and sucked on the nipples lightly.

"Oh, Zachary, baby." Her voice was soft and sweet as melted butter. "Always so gentle...."

I flicked my eyes up at hers as I kissed down her tummy while I sank to my knees. As I arrived at her belly button, making her giggle, I started to pull down her white shorts.

As I pulled them down, I kissed down her legs. Mercedes put her hands on my shoulders as I gathered her shorts together and pulled them past her ankles, then threw them carelessly out in the hallway.

Mercedes wore only a huge smile as I turned back to her, as she threw her tank top, where it landed on top of her shorts.

She hadn't been wearing any panties!

I looked up at Mercedes. She smiled back - and then gently pressed on the back of my head so my face was less than an inch from her chocolate pussy lips.

She didn't need to tell me the rest.

I feasted on her pussy for several minutes, although it didn't take very long for her to become wet and aroused.

Then she lightly placed her fingers under my chin.

I stood up.

Mercedes kissed me. Then she whispered, "Let's get this dick of yours hard again, shall we?"

She hungrily sucked it, then stood back up. We kissed, wantonly, reveling in the mutual passion we shared.

"You wanna get some of this black pussy, baby?"

My voice was low and gravelly. "Yes."

"Tell me how you want to fuck this pussy."

"I want to hit it from the back."

"Well don't just stand there....."

Quickly but gently, I held her waist and turned her around. She held on to the counter top, while I stepped up behind her, and guided the engorged pink head of my dick to her waiting brown pussy lips.

I got the head inside her, then I held on to her waist with both hands and pushed forward.

My dick slipped inside her like a satiny whisper.

"Ahhhhh!"

I whispered, "Do you like that white dick?"

"Oh man, I love your white dick, baby! Give it to me real good!"

Distantly I was aware she didn't "Oh my god" like she usually does. But was for later.

Right now, I just wanted to fuck.

I pushed my dick deep inside her. Kept pushing. Moving my hips back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth.

Mercedes was gripping the edge of the counter top hard.

"Ahhh! Shit! Shit, baby! You the man! Keep fucking me! Don't stop, baby!"

"You like this white dick?"

"Shit, I told you, baby! Oh man, I love my baby so much! I'm gonna have your baby!"

"Love it when you talk dirty."

Mercedes giggled through her moans. "I love you baby! Keep fucking my pussy! Almost.... there!"

I kept thrusting. Trying not to come too soon.

I grunted with the effort. "Mercedes?"

"Oh shit! Yes, baby! Ahhhh! Gonna cum...."

"Will you.... Marry me? Ahhhh shiiiiit!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! AAHHHH!!!"

We both came at the came time. Loudly. Animalistically. 

Then there were a few moments of silence.

I pulled my limp dick out of her pussy. She turned around and kissed me. Delicately. Passionately.

Then, in between kisses, I said, "Was that an orgasm or do you really want to get married?"

Mercedes giggled. "Yes. I do want to get married. I want to give my child your last name."

I grinned. Then we just hugged and held each other.

After a few more minutes we both got dressed again. This time we really did finish the dishes, and then returned to the couch to relax.

Mercedes snuggled next to me on the couch, content.

I said, "Mercedes?"

"Yes, baby?"

"What happened to your cross? I usually see you wearing it every time I see you, I was just wondering."

The way she looked at me, I knew I shouldn't have asked her that. But it was too late now.

"I suppose I should tell you that I called my father today."

I grinned for a second. "Ah, that's who you called. I figured those three young boys were in trouble."

She smiled and shook her head. "Oh, no, those boys know what would happen if I called their mother and told her what they had done. Not only would they not be going anywhere for the rest of their lives, they wouldn't be able to sit down, either."

I chuckled. "So you you called your pops?"

She sighed heavily. "Yes. I told him straight up to never call me his daughter again."

"Mercedes, don't you think that's a little strong?"

The way she shook her head, her eyes, chin and mouth set, didn't brook any argument.

"That's why you took the cross off?"

"Yes. He gave it to me ages ago. It used to be a reminder of happy times, a way to give me strength in hard times. But now it's just a reminder of his bible-based hypocrisy."

I didn't know what to say to that. But the only way to help someone through a crisis of faith was just to let them get through it on their own. Help them if they wanted it.

I went through mine long ago.

We laid there a little while longer in silence. The she suddenly looked at me and said, "Zachary? Let's keep this wedding small and private. Just us and a few friends. Family only if they want to come. I don't want a big lavish wedding."

I squeezed her waist. "I happen to share your views, but your mother might have other plans. Hell, my mother might have other plans."

"Yes, well, after I disowned my father, I don't think he's going to let her have anything to do with the wedding."

"It's not too late to back out."

Mercedes climbed on top of me, straddled me, and looked into my eyes. "Zachary, baby, if I done told you once, I told you a hundred times - I'm not going."

I'm Not Going Ch. 03



After breakfast one morning a few days later, Mercedes said to me, "I hope you're up for dinner at my family's house."

"Yeah, sure," I said. "Should I carry my service pistol?"

Quite seriously, she said, "I'm not sure. Are you on call today?"

"I'm always on call. The dangers of being a G-Man."

Mercedes smiled, despite herself. "Well then, Mr. G-man, I'll leave that up to you. But the reason why I want you to come with me is so you can meet my grandfather Luther."

"Ah, yes, you've mentioned him many times. Sounds like a good man."

Mercedes smiled but didn't say anything at first.

"When is dinner, anyway?"

"Four-thirty this afternoon. Mom knows we can't stay too late. I thought we'd arrive about four."

"Sounds good."

* * * * * * * * * *

I followed my partner into the interrogation room, and closed the door.

At the table sat a young black man, who couldn't have been more than seventeen if he was a day, trying to look defiant and cool instead of scared shitless like I knew he had to be.

For our safety as much as his, he was handcuffed to the chair.

My partner Michael Jefferson sat down, smoothing his tie down as he did, opening a file folder. 

"Alright, Mr. Tyrone Mitchell. Here's the thing. We've got you for transporting crack cocaine across state lines. You see, when you do anything illegal, and take it across state lines, that makes it a federal crime."

The boy was suddenly a lot less defiant. 

That's when I said, "Bet your friends didn't tell you that, did they?"

The boy kept his silence. But I saw his eyes dart around the room.

My partner said, "Look, son, you look like a fine boy." He looked at me. "Doesn't he, Zach?"

I nodded. "Yes. A fine boy. Your mother should be proud."

"Very proud. All we need is the names of the people who got you into this terrible mess-"

Suddenly the boy said, "Look, my moms and my little sister Mercedes is gonna be evicted from the apartment if she can't pay her rent."

I said, "And so you decided to help your friends transport some drugs, right?"

"He said it would be easy money. Just drive the vehicle to a certain address. Even gave me part of the money."

I said, "So you were just trying to help out your mom and your sister."

"Yeah! I wasn't doing nothing violent!"

My partner said, "Well, son, here's what we can do. If you can give us the name of your 'friend,' we can drop the charges of transporting narcotics across state lines."

Then I said, "And we can see about getting you a job."

"Yeah, a fine upstanding young man like yourself."

The boy licked his lips nervously. He looked at me, not my partner. "You promise?"

"This is all being recorded," I said. "I'll even take you down to HR myself."

I slid a notepad across the bare metal table, and a pen. The boy started to write.

Out in the hallway a few minutes later, my partner, who is black himself, said, "That was a good thing you did, Zach."

I smiled modestly. "What can I say?"

"Well, I'd better see about getting these charges dropped. Then you can take the boy to HR."

"Sounds good." Then my cell rang. "Zachary Jones."

"Baby, it's me."

Instantly I smiled. "Hi, Mercedes."

"I hope I haven't called at a bad time...."

"No, not at all."

"I just wanted to call and make sure you can still make it to dinner this afternoon."

"Yeah, I can make it. I just got something to wrap up here and then I'll be on my way."

"Okay, baby. Be careful, please?"

"I promise."

"I love you, baby...."

"I love you, too, Mercedes."

Half an hour later, the boy's charges had been dropped. As I escorted the boy out into the hallway he said, "Why?"

I stopped. "Sorry?"

"Why you doing all this for me?"

I wasn't about to tell him 'because your sister's name is Mercedes'. I just said, "Never you mind. Let's get you over to HR, shall we?"

"Yes, sir."

* * * * * * * * * *

A couple of hours later, right at 4, I pulled my car up to the curb and parked.

Mercedes was still dressed for work, just like I was, except she looked a lot prettier than I did, wearing a tiered, floor length bright canary yellow sundress and matching flat sandals, her shiny black hair down for once.

I noticed the cross was still gone. Had been for the last several days.

I killed the ignition and sat there for a minute, until I felt a warm hand on my arm.

I looked up.

"Don't be nervous. Not everyone in my family hates you."

I cracked a lopsided grin. "Yeah, that's good to hear."

She patted my arm. "Come on. Let's go inside."

I got out of my car, went around to the other side and helped Mercedes out, then pressed the button to activate the alarm.

Together, holding hands, we went into the house.

As we came in the front door, Mercedes looked around. The house was empty and quiet. "Hello?"

A female voice said, "In here, baby."

With a tug on my hand, Mercedes followed the voice into the kitchen.

We entered the kitchen to find a woman puttering about the kitchen. Mercedes looked just like her.

Mother and daughter hugged, rocking side to side.

Mercedes said, "Where is everyone, Mom?"

"Oh, the boys are across the street, playing ball. I got dinner in the oven." Suddenly she noticed me. "Well don't just stand there, boy, come over here and give me a hug!"

Quickly I complied.

"Mercedes, child, is this the young man I've heard so much about?"

She said, "Yes, momma."

I stuck out my hand and said, "Zachary Jones, ma'am."

"Nice to meet you, Zachary. Are you treating my daughter right?"

I grinned, despite myself. "I think so, ma'am."

Mercedes smiled. "Yes, he is, Mom."

"Zachary, if I may call you that, come over here and try my macaroni and cheese. It's an old family recipe." She took a metal spoon, stuck in a steaming pot and handed it to me.

I took it, and stuck it in my mouth. Instantly I made good noises.

She said, "Good, sweetheart?"

As soon as I could swallow, I said, "Ma'am, this is just like how my mom would make it!"

It was as if a spell had lifted.

"Child, don't call me ma'am. It's Bobbie."

"Okay, Bobbie. This is really good!"

Bobbie beamed at me. "Thank you!"

Not even a minute later, there was a bustling noise, followed by loud laughing, as the boys came home from the park.

Mercedes went to the living room, me following her.

Sure enough, those same three boys from the other night were there, with another boy I didn't recognize, about the same age as Shawn Michael.

Mercedes went up and gave him a hug. They talked about sports for a few minutes.

Then Shawn looked at me and said, "Good to see you again, sir."

I took his proffered hand. "And you, Shawn. I do hope you haven't broken into any other houses lately, have you?"

He cracked a broad grin, although it quickly faded. "No sir."

Mercedes, beaming proudly, said to me, "Shawn Michael, tell Zach here what you want to major in when you go to college."

"Law enforcement. I was hoping you could write a letter of recommendation for me."

"I will do that, Shawn."

And then suddenly, the room got very quiet.

A deep male voice said, "Who the hell let this white cracker in my house?"

Mercedes defiantly said, "I did."

The silence was thicker somehow.

I turned to Mercedes' father and said, "I do have a name, sir."

He gave me a look like he was trying to keep his disgust from showing through. "Yes, and right now it's 'get out of my house before I throw you out.'"

In a deadly calm voice, I said, "Go for it."

We stared at each other for a full minute.

Suddenly another male voice said, "What's all this fussing about?"

Mercedes immediately went to the sound of that voice - an elderly man, leaning on a cane, his hair long since gone completely gray, but he still stood tall and proud despite the cane.

"Grandpa Luther, are you alright?"

"I'm just fine, child. And who is this strapping young lad?"

"Grandpa, this is Zach. I've told you about him."

The old man reached out with his free hand, I took it. He had a pretty solid grip.

The old man gave me a thorough once-over. "Yes, yes indeed, she has told me a lot about you."

I just said, "Nice to meet you, sir."

"You serve, son?"

"Not in the military. Police for ten years. Then the FBI."

"That's alright, son, you serve our community. Can't say the same for my son here. Supposedly a man of god, yet his car is better than most everyone else's in his congregation."

I suppressed a chuckle.

The old man continued, "Served in the Marine Corps myself. Twenty two years. Wanted to enlist right after Pearl Harbor, but I wasn't old enough. Had to wait until I was graduated from high school first. Momma woulda' torn me a new one otherwise."

Luther hobbled over to the couch and eased down with only a slight grunt. Then he turned to Mercedes. "Now, what is this I hear that you have disowned my son?"

Mercedes swallowed. "Grandpa. Father sent these three young men here to break into Zach's house and rough him up. And I happened to be there in the house at the time."

The silence that greeted that remark was different.

Luther only said, "I see. And what happened?"

I said, "I don't guess your son knew what I did for a living. I greeted these three with a loaded weapon."

Luther turned to the three stooges and said, "I hope you boys learned your lesson."

The boys said, "Yes, Grandpa."

Then Luther turned to face Mercedes' dad. The silence got thicker, somehow. "Son. Where did I go wrong with you?"

"Dad, he's a--"

"Shut up when I'm talking to you. Now I'm only gonna say this once, and you'd better listen. It's bad enough that one family member has disowned you."

Mercedes' father swallowed but didn't reply.

"Mercedes, your daughter, my grand daughter, my beautiful, only grand daughter, has chosen this young man. I will not have my grand daughter put in danger because you got your panties in a wad on account he is white. You leave them alone, you hear me, boy?"

"Father--"

"I said, do you hear me?"

"Yes, father." 

"Good."

Mercedes finally smiled.

Luther looked at Mercedes again. "Now, my child. I hope that you will take him back. I will not make you. I hope that you will, but I will trust that you will make that decision on your own when the time is right."

Mercedes just said, "Yes, Grandpa."

The old man grunted again. "Good. Now, I do hope dinner is ready, because I can smell it from here and I'm hungry, and I know you two young people need to eat early."

The tension was broken when everyone laughed in agreement, and headed for the dining room. I started discussing basketball with the boys as we headed to the table for dinner.

* * * * * * * * * * *

A couple of hours later, Mercedes and I were back in my kitchen, headed to the refrigator, loaded down with several plastic containers of leftovers.

Mercedes said, "Wow, Mom really likes you. That comment about her macaroni and cheese did the trick."

I chuckled. "I was only saying the truth. Hers does taste just like how my mom makes it."

"As I said, that did the trick. My mom takes great pride in her macaroni and cheese."

Then I said, "I noticed you didn't tell them you were pregnant."

She gave me a look. "Are you serious? I thought we decided to wait until the second trimester. And besides, the mood was tense enough even without that."

"Yeah. Definitely."

"I don't think Dad will try anything else. Not after Grandpa dressed him down like that."

"Not if he's smart."

"But please, Zach, don't make me try to patch things up with my Dad. I'm going to have to do that when I'm ready. Not a minute sooner."

I nodded. "I wasn't going to. But can I give you some boyfriendly advice?"

She smiled. "Of course. What is it?"

"Don't wait forever to patch things up. Don't wait for a family scare like an illness or an accident to make you do that."

She regarded me silently for a minute. "Okay. I promise."

We kept putting food away, until Mercedes said, "I think Grandpa likes you, too."

I shrugged. "Maybe."

"No, my grandfather has a great respect for people enforcement to begin with, and you impressed him."

"I'm glad to hear that. He seems like a good man."

Mercedes spontaneously put her arms around my neck. Then she just as suddenly pulled back. "Come on, let's finish putting this food away."

* * * * * * *

About a half an hour later, Mercedes and I were both sitting on the couch, playing video games, after we had both changed into something a little more comfortable.

Mercedes wore a tight-fitting white t-shirt and her favorite white shorts, her hair slicked back in a bun, while I wore blue sweat pants and a white t-shirt.

We were playing Mario Kart, a game that didn't call for anyone to get killed. And she was kicking my butt.

Mercedes laughed as she raised her arms up over her head in victory. "Ha ha ha! That's twice you lost. Now you get to do whatever I ask you to."

I put the controller down and faced her. "Yeah, okay. Stop rubbing it in."

Mercedes kissed me soundly on the mouth. "You don't even know what it is I'll ask you to do."

I chuckled. "Okay, what is it I have to do, since I lost twice in a row?"

Mercedes leaned in very closely and said, "You have to eat my pussy and make me squirt."

Despite myself, I grinned. "I think I can do that."

Mercedes laughed naughtily. "You 'think' you can? Is that all I get from an agent of the FBI?"

I kissed her swiftly, to silence her trash talking. As I kissed her, I lightly grazed her breasts with my fingers, no palming. I saw her nipples go hard through the cotton fabric.

As I kissed her, I reached down for the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled up.

Suddenly she was gloriously topless, for she had not been wearing a bra under her shirt. Her chocolate breasts stood out from her torso, high and firm, and her fudge nipples were hard.

I leaned down and lightly licked each nipple with just my tongue, first left and then right.

Mercedes ran her nails through my hair as I licked and then ever so gently sucked on them, just with the soft part of my mouth.

I don't know how long I was down there. All I know was when I looked up, Mercedes' eyes were hooded and sexy, closed to cat-like slits.

She kissed me lightly. "You better get to work. We both need to be getting to bed."

I grinned as I got down on the floor, on my knees, and spread her legs, all while kissing her.

Then I had her stand up. She put her hand hands on my shoulders, while I slipped her shorts off her hips and pulled them down her legs.

Down at her ankles, I gathered her shorts together and pulled them down her ankles and off her feet, first left and then right, and threw them on the couch, joining her t-shirt.

Then I looked up. She hadn't been wearing panties, either.

Mercedes smiled at me, then pushed gently on the back of my head.

At the same time, I grabbed her hips and pulled her towards me, and started lightly licking her pussy lips and clit.

I heard Mercedes moan out loud, and clench her nails in my hair.

I only had to lick her like that for a minute or two before she had to sit down.

I grinned as she sat down and spread her legs, crooking her finger at me. Then I eagerly spread her legs even wider, and moved closer.

I kept alternating licking her pussy lips with licking her clit and sucking on it, listening to the wonderful chorus of noises escaping her mouth.

As I continued my efforts, I noticed her pussy lips were starting to separate, and moisture was starting to run from her pussy. This would be the part where I would ease my dick into her.

But she asked me to make her cum just by eating her pussy, and that was exactly what I was going to do.

I'm a man of my word.

After a few more minutes, her pussy lips had fully separated. I could smell her arousal. I wanted to fuck her so bad, but a deal was a deal.

I put my two fingers on her pussy lips, and instead of fingering her pussy, my just slid right inside her pussy.

It was warm and wet and felt like velvet.

Then I got a bit of inspiration. As I started to move my fingers back and forth, fucking her pussy with my fingers, I started to lightly flick my tongue over her clit.

Mercedes gasped out loud. Then her gasps and moans went in time to my fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy.

"Oh, shit!" Mercedes squealed out loud. "Oh shit, baby! Oh my fucking god, does that shit feel so fucking good!"

Grinning, I just kept doing what I was doing.

In, out. Lick-lick-lick. In, out. Lick-lick-lick.

I had Mercedes absolutely squirming on my couch, bucking her hips in time to my ministrations, breathing heavily, her moans driving me crazy.

And then .... it happened.

Mercedes was squirming all over the place, bucking her hips like crazy, her fingers dug in the back of my head, pushing my face ever closer to her.

She was about to come. I could tell by the way her moans were getting high-pitched.

"Oh, shit! Oh shit! Oh, baby, I'm gonna cum! Shit, baby, make this pussy come! Make this god damn black pussy fucking shoot all over!"

I just kept going. I was grinning because I knew she was liking it and I knew she couldn't hold out much longer.

"Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit, I'm coming!"

And suddenly I felt it - a big jet of warm fluid squirted out of her pussy.

The first jet caught me right in the face.

Mercedes squealed out loud.

Then she squealed again. Another jet shot out.

I couldn't believe this. I'd never seen a woman squirt when she climaxed, not before Mercedes.

Finally Mercedes released her grip on my hair, opened her eyes and sat normally. As she looked down, her hand flew to her mouth. "Oh my god, baby, I am so sorry! I squirted on you!"

I chuckled. "Yeah, well, you asked me to make you squirt. I guess I did something right, huh?"

Still embarrassed, Mercedes jumped up and went to the bathroom, returning with a towel. "Here you go, baby, let's get you cleaned up."

Fortunately I'd only caught it on my face, and not any of my clothes.

"Oh my god, boo, I can't believe I squirted so much."

"It's no problem, really. Guess I did something right, huh?"

Mercedes blushed as she held my face by the chin. "Yes, you sure did!"

After she finished cleaning my face, she bent down to kiss me. Then she said, "Here, stand up for me."

I had no idea what was going to happen next, so I was surprised, pleasantly so but still surprised, when she grabbed the waist band to my sweat pants, pulled it down, and went to town on my dick.

"Mmmmm.... Mmmmm ..... Mmmmm ....."

I never got tired of having Mercedes sucking my dick. Never have, and never would. It was so amazing watching my dick, white on the shaft and pink at the head, disappear into her brown mouth.

It was equally amazing watching her, seeing her amazingly affectionate technique, along with her obvious enthusiasm. And love.

Just as I knew Mercedes wouldn't last forever with the way I ate her pussy, I wasn't going to last very long either, with the way she was sucking my dick.

She was sucking it like it had been quite some time since the last time. But I didn't deny her the pleasure she obviously derived from giving me oral.

"Shit, Mercedes...."

"Mmmm.... Mmmmm...."

I couldn't even form words. All I could do was stand there, make shapeless grunts and groans and make stupid fuck faces.

"Slurp ..... slurp .... slurp .... mmmmm .... mmmm ..... slurp .... mmmmm .... mmmmm ....."

"Oh shit, Mercedes ......"

"Mmmm .... mmmm ..... mmmmm ....."

"Shit! Mercedes?"

"Mmmm? Mmm.... mmmm...."

"Shit. Gonna. Cum. Soon....."

"Mmmmm! Mmmm.... mmmmm!....."

And then, I felt it. I couldn't stop it, couldn't delay it.

I came in her mouth.

"MM! Mmm! Mmmm! Mmmmmm..... Mmmmmm ...."

I groaned out loud as I came in her mouth, groaning with the release I had been craving all day.




I'm Not Going Ch. 03



Mercedes kept sucking my dick even after I came. Then she held my dick in her brown fingers, flicking her pink tongue over the pink head of dick.

Finally she smiled up at me. "We should make bets more often, huh?"

I chuckled. "Yeah. Definitely."

We both laughed out loud. Mercedes gently stuffed my now happily-flaccid dick back in my sweat pants and pulled the waist band back into place.

Then I helped her relocate her clothes. After she got dressed again, we both sat down and snuggled.

Then I said, "Did you get to the doctor today?"

"Yeah, sure did, boo."

"So, what's going on in there?"

"Doctor says everything is all proceeding normally. Right now the baby is just a blob of cells, it's not even a baby."

"But everything is okay?"

"Everything is okay. Doctor says in another seven or eight weeks we should be able to hear the baby's heart beat."

"The baby's heart beat....."

"I know. I told Marcy at the salon that I was pregnant. She went berserk, then made sure that my station got a fresh air flow."

"Good." We sat there in silence for a few minutes longer. Then I said, "Mercedes?"

"Yes, boo?"

"I was kind of thinking, about the wedding...."

"And...?"

"Well, with us both in the non-religious category, what are we gonna do as far as the priest, the church, that stuff?"

"You know what, that is a good question. I wish I had a good answer, but the truth is I haven't even spared a thought, with introducing you to my family and everything."

"Well, we can always do a non-denominational civil ceremony. I know a friend of mine at the agency would be honored to do it."

"We might do that. I love you, Zach."

"I love you, too, Mercedes."

"And remember, I'm not going."



I'm Not Going Ch. 04



This is a fictional story. Having said that, I have never gotten a woman pregnant and thus have never been through a miscarriage. What happens may be totally inaccurate and off base. Just remember, it's fiction! LOL

* * * * * *

As I left the FBI office, one of the agents said to me, "Taking Mercedes to the OB-GYN's office?"

"Yeah! We're going to have an ultrasound. Doctor said during the last one that we might be able to hear the baby's heart beat this time."

She squeezed my arm. "Oooh! This so exciting!"

"Yeah, just don't tell anyone else. I wanted to keep it quiet."

"I promise, I won't tell. See you later!"

I ran the rest of the way out to my car, got in and put the key in the ignition.

Twenty minutes later I pulled in to the parking lot of the doctor's office and practically ran inside.

To my relief, I came in and saw Mercedes at the counter. I went up, just in time to hear the secretary say, "The doctor is running just a little bit late, so have a seat. It shouldn't take too long."

Mercedes said, "Oh. Okay."

The secretary said, "Is anything wrong?"

"I've been having odd sensations. Like cramps."

"How long have you been having them?"

"It just started today. I'm a little worried."

"Well, don't worry, I'll notify Doctor Franklin."

"Okay. Thanks." She turned around and saw me, and broke out into a relieved smile. She flung her arms around me, and stayed like that for a minute.

I said, "I'm glad to see you, too."

Mercedes pulled back, looking sheepish. "Sorry."

I kissed her forehead. "Don't be sorry. I heard about the cramps. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm -- There goes another one. Yeah, I'm okay. Just these twinges are really driving me crazy."

"Well, be sure and ask the doctor, okay?"

"Oh, believe me, I will, Zach. Trust me. I want to make sure our baby is OK."

I kissed her again. Mercedes replied with an anxious smile.

Just then, the secretary said, "Mercedes? The doctor will see you now. The nurse will take you back."

"Oh, thank you. Can he come back with me? He's the father."

The secretary smiled. "Sure."

I followed Mercedes past the counter, where a nurse in green scrubs and white sneakers stood waiting. She gave a professional smile and said, "Come on back with me, Mercedes."

I followed the two women through the door and down a long hallway.

I was made to wait out in the hallway while the nurse had Mercedes change, and took her vitals and all that good stuff that nurses do before The Doctor comes in.

Finally the nurse came out. "You can go in now. Sorry about that. Patient privacy and all that."

"No problem. I understand."

I opened the door and went inside. Mercedes was sitting on the exam table, wearing the customary exam garment. She gave me another one of those anxious smiles. I took her hand, held it and squeezed it.

The doctor arrived quite quickly. There was a knock at the door, two quick knocks, before the door opened and the doctor came inside.

She was actually quite young, blonde and perky looking. She smiled. "Hi, Mercedes. Sorry to keep you waiting. The nurse said you've been having twinges?"

Mercedes said, "Yes, Doctor Franklin."

"How long have you been having them?"

"They just started this morning."

"Let's get you on the table so we can do your ultra sound. You're at about eight weeks, right?"

"Yes."

"Well, with any luck, we might be able to hear the baby's heart beat. So go ahead and lie down for me and we can do your ultrasound."

Mercedes swung her legs up and laid down on the exam table. The doctor spread some kind of clear jelly on her tummy and then took a device and put it on her where she rubbed the jelly.

Then the doctor turned on a monitor.

As she moved the device around, she started pointing things out to us. Finally - something appeared on the screen that we both had been longing to see.

The baby. 

Mercedes said, "It's so tiny."

The doctor smiled. "At this stage it's still only about the size of an almond or a walnut."

Then I said, "But we might be able to hear the baby's heart beat?"

"We might. If I can just move it a little farther....."

And then suddenly, a noise came through. A different noise than the background static.

A heart beat. Fast. Strong.

The doctor's smile widened at our looks of wonder. "There it is. There's your baby's heart beat."

Mercedes smiled at me, as a tear ran down her cheek. "That's our baby, Zach!"

I leaned down and kissed her cheek.

Mercedes sniffed and then said, "Can you tell if it's a boy or a girl yet?"

"Not yet. The baby might be fully developed at eight weeks but it's difficult to tell the gender right now."

I said, "How much longer till we can tell, do you think?"

"Oh, probably about another three or four weeks, I think. I'm just going to leave you guys alone."

We both said, "Thank you, Doctor."

The doctor stood up and left the room, a smile on her face.

And then, all at once, quite suddenly, Mercedes cried out in pain and squeezed my hand so hard I jumped. 

There was a rather gross squelching noise. That was when I noticed there was a red splotch on the exam table liner.

Just as suddenly Mercedes passed out.

I ran to the door and shouted, "Doctor! Nurse! Anybody!"

The nurse who had taken Mercedes' information ran over. "Something wrong?"

"Yeah, look!"

The nurse looked for herself and shouted, "Doctor Franklin!"

Then she ran over to Mercedes and started to work. "Mercedes! Can you hear me? Talk to me!"

To my profound relief, Mercedes began mumbling incoherently.

The nurse took her pulse, listened to her chest. "Boy, her pulse is awfully slow. Doctor!"

Doctor Franklin appeared suddenly. "What's wrong?"

"Doctor, I think Mercedes just miscarried."

"Let me call an ambulance."

Not even five minutes later the paramedics arrived and took Mercedes away.

* * * * * * * *

Three hours later, Mercedes was in a treatment room at the hospital.

The hospital ER staff was leaning towards sending her home, until I flashed my badge. Treatment was prompt after that.

Now Mercedes was laying on a gurney, a clear plastic oxygen mask over her mouth and nose, affixed to her face by a rubber band.

The ER doctor, also a woman, this time an older brunette who looked like she hadn't seen sleep in a while, came up to me and said, "Mr. Jones, may I speak with you out the hall way, please?"

"Yeah." I gently squeezed Mercedes' arm. She smiled back through her oxygen mask.

Then I followed the doctor out in the hallway.

She glanced back, then at me.

I said, "Give it to me straight, Doctor."

"I'm correct in assuming she was pregnant?"

I just gave a single nod.

"Unfortunately, she might not be now."

My heart dropped to the floor. "What do you mean?"

"She had what we call a spontaneous abortion. A miscarriage."

"You gotta be kidding me."

"I'm afraid not. Unfortunately this happens to about twenty percent of women with their first pregnancies. And that's not even the worst part."

"And what's that?"

"Medical science has no explanation why it even happens in the first place. Either a pregnancy goes to term or it doesn't. What happens inside a woman's uterus is completely outside human control."

"Okay. So what about Mercedes?"

"Well, she is stable right now. We've got her on oxygen, and we've given her morphine for the pain. I want to keep her overnight, just for observation. Make sure she doesn't start bleeding again. She can go home in the morning."

"Okay. I'm sensing there's some other stuff you don't want to tell me?"

The doctor's eyes shifted away and back again. "She might need counseling in the wake of this. Was this her first pregnancy?"

"I don't know for sure. But I think so."

"Okay. I've seen this kind of thing before and I can tell you that no two women react the same way."

"Like how?"

"Some women are very quiet, almost stoic. Some women constantly cry uncontrollably. Or they don't cry at all, but start crying as soon as they even see a pregnant woman, or a woman with children. You just have to be patient with her. Get her to talk, if she wants. It's just going to take time."

This time I glanced at the treatment room.

Then I turned back to the doctor. "Can I see her?"

"Of course you can. But make it brief. After we move her to a room, I'm going to give her a sedative to help her sleep."

"Right." I went back into the treatment room. Mercedes looked up at me as I went up to her. I took her free hand as I saw tears brimming in her eyes. "Listen. The doc says you need to stay over night, make sure you don't bleed any more. Then in the morning I can take you home. Okay?"

Mercedes smiled, or tried to. Her bottom lip quivered through the oxygen mask.

I kissed her forehead. "I'd stay but the doctor says you need your sleep. So don't give the nurses any drama, okay?"

This time Mercedes definitely smiled. She nodded and squeezed my hand back.

"Okay. I'll be back in the morning to take you home. And please remember, I love you."

Tears sprang out of her eyes and trailed down her face. I just kissed her forehead and made my way out of the hospital.

* * * * * * * * 

Two days later, I took Mercedes back to the clinic. She was getting better, but she still looked weak and pale.

The people at the clinic were patient and understanding. They spoke to Mercedes with sympathetic though clinical voices.

This was the part that I hated. It wasn't just Mercedes. The clinic people spoke to both us in a way that was supposed to help us feel better, but instead it just pissed me off.

However, I had no idea how Mercedes felt. She hadn't been talking very much. I was a little worried about that. But no brilliant ideas were coming to me to get her to talk. Maybe her mother would get her talking.

Even though Mercedes wasn't in any condition to be going anywhere yet, today was the day her parents usually had their weekly dinners where the whole family came.

Mercedes was dead set against telling her family she had been pregnant, or even that she had gone to the hospital. I didn't think that was such a hot idea, but Mercedes was insistent.

Knowing her family's habit of making jokes and talking shit and offending people by accident, I was tempted to put my foot down. But Mercedes was right - her family would know something was wrong then, and wouldn't stop asking questions until Mercedes came clean.

There were no good choices here.

Once again I waited in the hallway while the nurse took Mercedes into the exam room and got her ready.

As I waited, Doctor Franklin came up to me. Her face was searching mine. "How is she?"

"Physically, she's OK. The hospital kept her overnight."

"And what about mentally?"

"I honestly have no idea. She hasn't talked about it any, and frankly, I'm out of ideas about how to draw her out."

"What about family?"

"After we're through here, we're going to dinner at her family's house. But they didn't know she was pregnant in the first place. I'm not looking forward to this, to be honest."

"I'm afraid I agree with you. That doesn't sound like a good combination. In any case, I have to do another ultrasound."

"Is that necessary?"

"I have to confirm the fetus is no longer inside her uterus. Believe it or not, she could still be pregnant, even after all the cramps and bleeding."

I gave a short tense single nod. At the same time, my heart lifted, however temporary that lift was.

Finally the nurse came out. "Doctor, Mercedes is ready."

"Thank you." We went inside.

I went to stand at my customary place, by Mercedes' side.

Doctor Franklin said in a soft voice, "I'm sorry, Mercedes, but we're going to have to another ultrasound. I know this is going to be hard. But we have to know. Okay?"

Tears spilled out of her eyes and down her face. But she nodded silently.

Once again, the doctor spread the jelly on Mercedes' belly and began moving the device around. 

This time no static. No heart beat.

The doctor stood up and respectfully covered Mercedes' tummy with a towel. Then she said, "I'm sorry. The baby is gone."

Mercedes started to cry and moan. "No....."

Then the doctor said, "However, Mercedes, everything is perfectly normal. There's no reason why you can't try again and have a normal pregnancy. Don't feel bad about asking for a referral to a psychologist for counseling."

I just said, "Okay. Thanks, Doctor."

The nurse said, "Let me help clean off this goop and you can be on your way."

I just said, "Thanks."

A few minutes later, I was standing out in the hallway, waiting for Mercedes. The nurse came out and gazed at me like she was searching for something.

Then she said, "Just to let you know, that offer of counseling was for the both of you of you. Men have feelings, too. I know this has to be as difficult for you as it is for Mercedes. So if you need to talk, don't be shy about calling us. Okay?"

Despite myself, I smiled. "Yeah. Okay."

"Good. Mercedes is changing clothes. She'll be out in a minute."

* * * * * * *

A little while later, I was parking along the curb, nearby Mercedes' family's house.

Mercedes wasn't talking much. I got the definite sense she was holding something in.

Quietly, I said, "We really don't have to do this, not if you don't want to."

Mercedes shifted. Then she looked at me. "No. Thank you, Zach, but we're here now. So we might as well go in."

I sighed. "I still don't like this."

She took my hand and squeezed it. "Believe me, neither do I. But either way, they're gonna find out."

"Okay, well, just don't be afraid of going to the bathroom if you're about to bite somebody's head off."

Mercedes actually smiled at that. "I won't hesitate for a minute. I promise."

I smiled back. "Okay."

Mercedes looked at the house, sighed, then looked at me again. "We'd better go in, I guess."

"Yeah. Let's go in."

I slid the key out of the ignition, then climbed out and then walked around and helped Mercedes out the car.

The car clicked and beeped at me as I locked the doors and armed the alarm. Then we went up the path to the house.

Minutes later we were inside, being greeted by the family. Bobbie hugged her first, then she said hi to all the boys.

Mercedes' father was still decidedly cool towards me. But also trying to be more civil.

It was her mother, Bobbie, who said, "Mercedes, child, are you alright? You look a little peakie."

"I'm alright, Mom. Just a touch of something."

"Okay, if you say so....."

"I promise, Mom."

Mercedes' father suddenly said, "Wouldn't be surprised if you had a touch of the flu. Just glad it wasn't pregnancy. Don't need one more person getting pregnant...."

Smack!

Mercedes' hand lashed out all by itself, snake-like, and caught her father across the face. Then she left the room, hands over her mouth.

He stood there, mouth open, hand on his face.

I stood up from the couch and said, "I'll just be right back."

I went out on the front porch, where Mercedes was, for once, unabashedly crying and sobbing. When I came out, she flung her arms around me and sobbed in my chest.

I just held her and rubbed her back.

A few minutes later, Bobbie came out on the porch. Her voice was the very definition of motherly patience and love. "Mercedes, dear."

She finally pulled away, sniffing and rubbing her eyes. "Yes, Mom."

"Just be honest with me. Were you pregnant?"

I said, "Was. The keyword being was pregnant. As in once was, but is not any more."

"I rather thought so. This child had a glow like I had never seen."

I smiled. That pretty much described Mercedes.

The Bobbie said, "I'm going to tell you something I've never told anyone before. When your father and I first got married, the first thing we wanted was a child. Boy or a girl, it didn't matter. Took me a while to get pregnant. We were so happy. And then we lost the baby."

Surprise was in Mercedes' eyes. "You never told me that before, Mom!"

"Well, when I got pregnant again, and I had you, and you were all that we wanted, a healthy beautiful baby girl, we counted ourselves lucky. And when you showed all the signs of being with child, I wanted to warn you, but then I figured you would come to me when you were ready."

"Zach and I wanted to wait to tell anyone. We didn't want to jinx it or anything."

Bobbie laughed. "That was exactly what your father and I said when I became pregnant with you. Let's not jinx it. Did you know the gender yet?"

I shook my head. "Doctor said it was too soon to tell."

Mercedes sniffed and wiped her eyes again. "If it was a girl, we were going to name her Clarice after Grandma."

Bobbie nodded. "Grandpa Luther would have been on cloud nine. But don't throw away that name just yet. You can still use it."

"Right, Mom."

"Now you two young people better come inside and finish your dinner."

"Yes, Mom. Just don't make me apologize to Dad."

Bobbie chuckled. "Oh, don't worry. I think he'll stay well clear of you for a few days."

"We'll be back in a minute."

"Okay. But don't take too long. You know how the boys love that macaroni and cheese I make."

"Yes, Mom."

Bobbie closed the front door. Quiet settled down.

Mercedes looked at me. "Guess you were right. I should have come with a warning label."

I laughed out loud. "Next time listen to me. But at the same time, I'm glad you're at least talking about it."

She rubbed my arms. "I know. I'm sorry. Frankly I think we should call off the wedding."

"Why?"

"Because, what kind of wife can't even carry a baby to full term?"

"Mercedes. Listen to me. I love you more than life itself. Yes, a baby would be wonderful. But it's not necessary, for us to be together and be happy. I would marry you regardless of whether you were pregnant or not."

I kissed her forehead. She smiled up at me. "Okay. Besides, this one kind of took me by surprise. Next time I want it on our terms."

"Good. That's what I like to hear. Now let's get inside before they eat everything."

Mercedes laughed and sniffed as I held open the door.

* * * * * * * * *

That evening, after I had once again put away several day's worth of leftovers, I went to the bedroom, to find Mercedes laying in bed, wearing her favorite white cami and matching lace panties.

I slipped into bed next to her. She snuggled up next to me and pulled the blankets up.

"I thought Daddy was gonna have a heart attack after I hit him like that."

We both laughed. "Yeah, you should have seen his face."

"It's just like Daddy to put his foot in his mouth."

We laid there like that for a few minutes longer.

Then Mercedes said, "I love you, Zach."

"I love you, too."

"But I want to wait until we try again."

"Yeah, absolutely. I agree that we should wait, preferably until after we're married."

"I just can't believe how we just lost the baby like that. Just poof, and it's gone." She sniffed.

"I know. I was there, too."

"I know, baby. It must have been horrible for you, too."

"Yeah. And we didn't even get a chance to name it."

Mercedes snuggled a little closer to me. "I know..."

We laid like that for a little while longer.

"Baby?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you still.....want me? Sexually, I mean? After all this..."

I rolled over on my side to face her. "What the hell kind of a question is that to ask?"

"I just meant......"

"I know what you meant. The doctor at the hospital told me that one in every five women miscarry their first pregnancies. You know what else she told me?"

"No. What?"

"That not even medical science has no explanation for it."

"That makes me feel a whole lot better."

"Mercedes, all I'm trying to say is that you are just as desirable and sexy now as you were before you became pregnant. So I don't want to hear any of this."




I'm Not Going Ch. 04



"Okay. Just don't be offended if I don't want to have intercourse for a few weeks."

"Deal."

"However, oral sex is perfectly okay."

I grinned as I kissed her. "Sounds good to me."

Mercedes giggled. "Good!"

We laid there, kissing the evening away. We kissed gently, in an unhurried fashion. It had been several days since we had done anything of the sort.

I missed this.

Mercedes seemed to read my mind as she rolled over on top of me, running her fingers through my hair as she kissed me, her other hand straying down my tummy to fondle my dick through my boxers.

I missed this, too.

Our kissing went from soft and silky to hot and sexy, our breathing becoming deep and loud.

Mercedes nuzzled the nape of my neck, stopping only to say, "Do you want me to suck your dick, baby?"

"You have to ask?"

Mercedes laughed out loud. Then she began to kiss her way down, past my shoulder blades, down my chest, past my tummy and then suddenly her mouth was on my dick.

I groaned out loud as she practically swallowed it whole.

I lost track of how long she was down there, only that I loved every minute of it and missed her down there. Only when she stuffed my happily flaccid dick back in my boxers and moved up to kiss me, did I say, "Wow."

"Did you miss that?"

"Sure did. Whoa."

"If you can be very gentle, you can return the favor. No insertion, please. Sorry....."

I kissed her. "Don't be sorry. I'll be very gentle."

I rolled over on top of her, kissing her, taking my time, kissing other places besides her mouth - her face, her ears, the nape of her neck, shoulder blades - before I even got to her breasts.

Slowly I pulled the straps of her cami down, exposing her chocolate mounds of joy. Then I licked her nipples but sucked them only lightly, only using the soft part of my mouth.

I alternated between left and right breasts.

Only when I noticed she was breathing heavily, did I move down and took her panties off.

Then I lifted her leg up, and began softly kissing down her leg, taking my time, winding her up in the best way I knew how. When I finally arrived at her pussy, I just used my tongue to explore her, no lips and definitely no teeth.

I used my fingers to spread apart the flesh around her pussy, causing her clit to pop up. Lightly, I flicked my tongue over it. In no time I had her bucking her hips and moaning like crazy.

"Oh baby.... Yes. Keep. Licking. It! Oh shit!"

It look a little longer than usual to bring her to orgasm this way, but I don't think Mercedes objected.

After she came we kissed and held each other. Then I pulled the covers back up.

Mercedes looked a lot better. "I love you, Zach."

"I love you, too."

"And remember one thing. I'm not going. Ever." 



I'm Not Going Ch. 05



At work, my partner Michael Jefferson looked at me and said, "Are you okay, man?"

I looked back at him and just said, "Yeah. Why would I not be okay?"

"Well, if I were a betting man, I'd say your girlfriend's miscarriage might have something to do with it."

I counted the tiles on the floor for a minute.

Michael laid a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "Listen, man. It happens. It sucks but it still happens. My wife and I went through the exact same thing, before we had our girls."

"So, how did you get through it?"

"Well, these days, things are a little more open minded. They have couseling for the man as well as for the woman. Back then I just drank a lot, for a while, anyway."

I smiled but it was a half-hearted one.

"Listen, man, why don't you take the rest of the day off? If anyone around this office deserves to take a mental health day, that would be you."

This time my smile was stronger. I stood up. "You sure you can handle things without me?"

Michael stood up, too. "Yes, I'm sure. There's nothing big on the boards today anyway, and you need to get your head on straight. I want you one hundred percent. You copy that?"

"I copy that."

"Good man. I don't want to see your ass around here until tomorrow morning."

That finally got a smile out of me. "I promise. Not till tomorrow."

"Good man. Now get the hell out of here."

Before I changed my mind, I punched out and headed for the nearest exit. From the office, I drove to Mercedes' clinic.

The secretary looked up at me. "Hi, Mr. Jones. Is Mercedes alright?"

I took a deep breath. "Yeah. Mercedes is alright. It's me I'm here about."

"Okay. How can we help you?"

"Doctor Franklin said she could refer me to a counselor..."

The secretary gave me a sympathetic smile. "Have a seat. I'll notify Dr. Franklin."

"Thank you."

Not even five minutes later, Doctor Franklin came out. "Hi. Zach, right?"

I stood up. "Right."

"Come with me to my office."

"Thanks."

"Sure."

It wasn't until we were in her office, that she finally said, "So, the secretary says you asked for a referral to a counselor."

"Right."

"Did Mercedes suggest this?"

"Actually, no, Mercedes doesn't know about this."

"Okay. Have you two been able to talk about the miscarriage?"

"Yeah. I got her to talk about it, at any rate. It's me who needs to get their head on straight."

"Well, before I give you a referral, I'm a great listener and sometimes it helps just to talk, no matter who you talk to."

I sighed heavily. "Okay, I guess."

"Nothing you say will leave this room. Not even Mercedes will know, unless you tell her yourself. Okay?"

"Okay."

"And trust me when I say that nothing you say will shock me. So go ahead."

"Well...This is gonna sound stupid, but...I'm afraid that it might happen again."

"You mean that Mercedes might have another miscarriage?"

"Yeah. What if there's something...wrong, with me?"

Dr. Franklin had a look on her face like she'd heard this one before.

So I said, "I mean, really, one second there was a baby inside Mercedes and the next second ... I don't wanna go through that again."

"Zach. As I said to Mercedes, there is nothing stopping the two of you from trying again and having a normal pregnancy, if that is what you want to do."

"Yeah. I know. But...I gotta say, I'm scared."

"That is natural. I'm sure if you talk with Mercedes, she is just as scared."

"Yeah. Well, thanks again for squeezing me in today."

"Not at all. That's what I'm here for."

So I left the clinic and drove home. I was disappointed that Mercedes' car wasn't parked nearby. It wasn't even time for her to come by. But I was disappointed all the same.

I pulled in to the driveway and parked, then went inside and changed into something more comfortable.

I put my weapon in the safe, then changed into a pair of black jeans and a gray t-shirt. I made myself a sandwich and settled myself on the couch and played video games.

It seemed like I'd hardly started playing before I heard the sound of Mercedes' car. 

I looked at the time and was a little shocked at how much time had gone by.

A minute or two later I heard the sound of her key in the lock.

I put the game on pause.

She came in the door, carrying a pink Victoria's Secret box in addition to her purse, wearing a bright yellow sweater, dark blue jeans and matching yellow high heels.

She smiled a big smile as she saw me. "Hey, baby!"

We hugged. This was what I needed.

Then she said, "What are you doing home so early? Is something wrong?"

"No. Nothing's wrong. I just needed to take a day off is all."

Mercedes squeezed my arm. "Okay."

"How was your day?"

"Wellll... First I got this beautiful French manicure..."

"I can see that."

"Aaaand... I went to the post office, to pick up the outfit my man ordered."

Despite myself, I cracked a grin. "I see that, too. What did I get for you?"

Mercedes also cracked a grin. "It's a surprise! So why don't you sit back down, while I go put this on?"

"Sounds good."

With a kiss, Mercedes sashayed down the hall, her hips swaying provocatively to the beat of her high heels.

Still grinning, I sat back down and started playing the game again.

But suddenly I wasn't in the mood to kill any more, even if it was just a game. Mercedes did that to me.

I turned off the games, and turned the TV back on.

As I watched the evening news anchor drone on and on, I thought about what Dr. Franklin had said. I did owe it to Mercedes to tell her how I felt.

Mercedes said, "Zach?"

"Yeah..."

"You gotta close your eyes, baby."

Playing my part, I said, "Okay."

"Eyes closed?"

"Yeah."

"You sure?"

"Yes, Mercedes, I'm sure."

A giggle answered. Then I heard her footsteps coming closer.

"Okay, Zach. Open your eyes."

So I did - to see Mercedes wearing the white sundress she wanted, with gossamer thin spaghetti straps, high waist line and a long flowing skirt.

I smiled.

Mercedes sat in my lap and wound her arms around my neck. "Do you like it, baby?"

"Yes, I love it. You look beautiful. You should send them a photo."

Mercedes giggled, as she ran her nails through my hair. "Baby, are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah. What makes you think I'm not okay?"

"Because, usually we're talking a mile a minute. And I can't even get two words out of you. So, please, talk to me. What's wrong?"

I smiled, despite myself. Mercedes was like that.

So I said, "I uh...I'm still getting over the miscarriage."

Mercedes didn't reply, she just ran her nails through my short blond hair.

"I keep wondering if there's something wrong on my end. I'm scared that it will happen again."

Mercedes rested her head on my shoulders.

Then I said, "Sounds stupid, doesn't it?"

"No. Not at all, baby. That does not sound 'stupid' at all."

We sat there in silence for a few minutes.

She looked into my eyes. "Do you know what Mom told me the night I slapped Dad?"

"No. What?"

"She said to me, Get Zach to talk. He has feelings just like you do, except men can't show their feelings. Men can't cry. So I should have gotten you to talk, that night you got me to talk. I'm sorry I didn't."

I just sat there, taking comfort in her physical presense.

After a minute, she said, "You know you can talk to me, right? I will never laugh at anything you have to say. Ever."

"Yeah. I know."

"Good."

Then I said, "I suppose we should have talked about this before you even got pregnant."

"You mean about if we even want children?"

"Yeah. That talk."

She kissed the side of my face. "No time like the present. Talk to me, Zach."

"Well, I was thinking about that. I think we should wait, even after we get married. I'm coming up for a training spot pretty soon. I want to get off the streets before we start thinking about children."

"I'm glad you said that. I don't want to have to explain to our future children why their daddy isn't there, just in case anything ever happened to you."

I smiled. "Well, after you and I met, they offered me the instructor position and I took it. I still have another month or so on the streets, and I'm off to the Academy."

Mercedes squeezed my shoulders. "Good. Now maybe you won't come home so tense all the time."

That got a chuckle out of me. "Yeah..."

She gently ran her nails through my hair, for a few minutes longer.

"Does that feel good?"

"Yes..."

"I know something else that would feel good..."

"What's that?"

She gently turned my face towards hers, and we traded a few soft kisses. "Does that feel good?"

"Yeah..."

She eased her mouth open. I matched her. We kissed a little bit longer.

Then she eased her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues did a little dance, nothing too strong.

After a few minutes, her soft hands eased down my chest and slipped around my waist.

I felt her slide the tips of her nails under the waist band of my jeans.

I cracked a grin. "What do you think you're doing?"

She kissed me. "Something that feels good..."

Then she climbed off my lap and had me stand up. I wondered where this was going, until she unzipped my jeans and pulled them down far enough to see my boxers.

Mercedes' grin turned devilish as she pulled down the waist band of my boxers, fished around for my dick, brought it out, and started to suck on the head.

My dick responded. It became quite hard.

Mercedes was taking more of it in her mouth.

"Mmm. Mmm. Mmm."

I groaned. "Oh god, Mercedes..."

"Mmmm. Mmmmmmm. Mmmmmm..."

I stood there, making fuck faces, while Mercedes sucked my dick.

And then suddenly, Mercedes pulled back, but kept stroking my cock with her soft hands.

I looked down. "What?"

"Have you ever fucked a girl in the ass before?"

"Uhm. What?"

"You heard me! Have you ever fucked a girl in the ass before?"

"Uhm...no. Why?"

"Well, it's very simple. The people at the clinic said it would be a good idea for me to dial down the...activity...for a few weeks. Only problem is, I'm just as horny as I can be. Don't tell me you haven't at least thought about fucking my ass."

"Well, yeah, I suppose I have thought about it. But I also had no idea what you thought of it, so I didn't bring it up. So to speak."

Mercedes giggled. Then she said, "Well, I have never been fucked in the ass, either, but like I said, I'm horny as hell, and willing to at least try it, in order to give my poor vagina a rest. So how about it?"

"Okay. We can at least try it. If we like it, we can add it to our list of things we like to do."

Mercedes giggled again as she stood up. "As long as you wear a condom. And we use lube."

"No problem."

"Excellent! Hold that thought." She kissed me, then bounced down the hallway, and came back promptly with a condom, still in the wrapper, and a small squeeze bottle.

Grinning, she said, "Here's a condom. And here's lube."

I grinned back. "Cool."

Then she got back down on her knees. "Now, let's get you hard again."

"Sounds good to me."

A few long leisurely sucks later, I was good to go, and very erect.

Mercedes quickly took her dress off, showing she hadn't been wearing underwear. She's been doing that a lot lately.

Then she pushed an ottoman up against the couch and climbed on, got on all fours, and stuck her shapely milk-chocolate ass high in the air.

Damn!

Meanwhile, I quickly got undressed, and put on the condom. 

Then I took the bottle of lube and first squeezed a tiny amount out in between her absolutely mouth-watering ass cheeks, right in her puckered ass hole.

Next, I squeezed some on the head of my cock.

Then I climbed on the ottoman, got behind Mercedes, and held her hips in place. "Okay. You ready?"

"Yes, I'm ready. Just be please be gentle, baby."

"You know I will."

"I know you will..."

Holding her hips in place, I guided the pink head of my cock in between her ass cheeks, right up to her ass hole.

And then, very slowly, I started to push forward.

I groaned as I pushed forward. She'd always had a tight pussy, but it was nothing compared to what her ass felt like. Smooth and velvety.

The lube helped. My cock parted her ass and smoothly slid inside. Soon my hips were touching her booty.

Mercedes dug her nails in my velour couch. "Aaaahhhhhh...Shit, baby!"

"You OK?"

"Oh my god! Yes, I'm OK!"

"How's that feel?"

"Oh my god! It feels so fucking good!"

I stayed like that for a moment, my cock inside her ass.

I gulped. "And to think, I haven't even started fucking your ass yet."

Mercedes laughed, even as she moaned lustfully. "Well, come on, baby, fuck my ass!"

Once my cock was actually inside her ass, it was necessary to move slowly. Here the lube also helped.

My cock slid smoothly and easily inside her ass. God, she had a tight ass.

Mercedes gasped and dug her nails in my couch. "Aaahhh! Aaaahhh!"

"Yeah...you like that?"

"Oh god!" Mercedes gasped and panted. "I fucking love it!"

I grunted as I fucked her, slow and easy. "Shit...you have... a tight...ass."

"Damn right I do, baby!"

I grinned through my grunts. "Best ass I've ever had."

Mercedes giggled as she gasped. "Shit! You damn right, baby! Oh shit... oh, shit!"

Ironically, it was easier to last longer. I wasn't sure why that was, but I wasn't looking a gift horse in the mouth, either.

Ten minutes later, a record for me, I could feel major tightness in my balls building up.

"Shit," I grunted. "I'm gonna cum!"

"Ooohhh, yes, baby! Cum in my ass!"

I managed to last about a minute or two longer, then I explosively came inside her ass.

I groaned out loud as I came.

Mercedes urged me on. "Oh, shit! Yes, come inside me! Yes! Yes!"

I groaned several times as I came. I gulped air, trying to get my breath back. Damn, that was a powerful orgasm.

I exhaled through pursed lips. "Holy shit..."

Mercedes grinned. "I know, huh, baby!"

"Give me... a minute..."

"That's OK, baby. Take your time."

A few moments later, I pulled my spent, happy cock out of her ass. Then I went to the bathroom to throw the condom away, and finally came back out to the living room and got dressed again.

By that time, Mercedes had her dress back on, and was sitting on the couch, barefoot.

I plopped back down on the couch next to her. "Holy shit."

"Is my baby satisfied?"

I cracked a grin, although it was a weary one. "Yeah. But what about you? How did you like that?"

"I'm glad you were the one to pop my anal cherry."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously, baby." She leaned against me and rested her head on my shoulder.

I relaxed back against the couch cushions. Slowly I got my breath back. I looked up at the ceiling. "Wow. That was intense."

"I know. But now at least we have a way to blow off steam, so to speak."

"So to speak."

We both laughed.

Then Mercedes said, "So when do you start the Academy?"

"Three or four weeks, like I said."

"Good. Then we can seriously talk about getting married."

"You're not going?"

"No, baby. I'm not going."

I grinned and kissed her. "Good. Cause I got something to give you."

"What is it?"

"Hang out here for a second. Be right back." I got up from the couch and went down the hall to the bedroom. I quickly located my grandmother's necklace that she had willed to me.

Then I went back to the living room and sat next to Mercedes.

"What is it, Zach?"

I held it up so she could see it, a silver ring in between a fine-gauge silver chain. "It's my grandmother's."

"Are you serious? I can't wear this."

"Of course you can. I wouldn't give this to just anyone."

"No, I guess not. That was a stupid thing to say."

"Let me put it on."

Mercedes held her hair up, while I put the necklace around her neck and clasped the chain.

Then I said, "What do you think?"

"I love it, it's beautiful. I can wear this instead of my dad's cross. That man is still on my shit list."

"I kind of still thought so. You can wear this as long as you want."

Mercedes kissed me. "I love you, baby."

"Love you, too."

"I can't wait till we can get married."

"Me, too. Counting the days."

"Just always remember, you can talk to me. Okay?"

"Okay. I will."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

"Good. Let's get dinner started. I'm hungry."

"Yeah. Me, too."