My balls tingled, and my stomach tightened.
“Cum for me,” she demanded when she gripped my neck again.
“Fuck.” I let off inside of her.
That last nuttook everything out of me, and within minutes, Lisa and I were both asleep. I woke up the next morning and reached for her, but she wasn’t there.
“Lisa,” I called out. I thought maybe she had gone into the bathroom or something. It was completely silent except for the traffic outside.
I could still smell her citrusy scent. I looked around for her clothes or her shoes and didn’t see anything.
Getting up, I went into the bathroom. Turning on the light, I was greeted with evidence of last night’s festivities on my dick. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought it was all a dream, but it wasn’t.
After I relieved myself, I went into the living room to see if she was there, and she wasn’t. Dick out and all, I searched my hotel room for a note with her phone number or something, but I came up short everywhere I looked.
I wasn’t sure how long ago she had left, so I threw on some clothes to see if I could catch her in the lobby or something.
“Maybe she went to get breakfast,” I said to myself.
I hoped that was the case as I took that long ass elevator right down to the lobby. The workers were packing the food up, and there was no sign of her. I even walked to the outside area and didn’t see her there either.
We had a good vibe the night before, and I thought we would have exchanged numbers to see each other again, but I guess she didn’t feel the same.
After I checked everywhere, I headed back upstairs to my room. My shoulders felt heavy with each floor I passed. I really wanted to get to know her better.
“She fucked me and left.” I shook my head as I stepped off the elevator.
I didn’t even know where to look for her, because she only gave me her first name, and she never said where she worked. My room still smelled like her, and it fucked with me because she really bounced, and I had no way of finding her. It was crazy the pull I had toward her after only spending a few hours with her.
Maybe, one day, we’d cross paths again.
Some monthslater
“Ugh.”I slammed my hand down to stop my alarm clock. I set the alarm on my phone as well because I wanted to be prepared if the electricity ever randomly went out.
Pushing the covers off my body, I sat up on the side of the bed and grabbed my phone. I canceled the alarm before it could go off, then checked the monitor on the bedside table.
I smiled as I watched my baby girl occupy herself. Since she was good, I got up and went to the bathroom. After I relieved myself, I washed my hands, brushed my teeth, then washed my face.
My shower would have to wait until after I laid eyes on Paris.
Life had taken a drastic turn that I never expected. I had an eight-month-old baby and no clue where her father was. I knew Gary and I had used condoms the night we had sex, but at some point, we ran out and ended up going without one. He was supposed to pull out, and I thought he did, but the little girl babbling in her crib proved otherwise.
I was reckless as heck that night, and that was unlike me. I could blame it on the number of drinks I had, but there really wasn’t an excuse for what I had done. I worked hard and deserved a night to let myself go, and that I did. Multiple times. I thought about Gary, his dick, and his tongue multiple times over the last year, but I never saw him again. I didn’t even know the first place to look for him. I should have gotten his number because I did have a good time with him, but something made me panic when I woke up naked in a stranger’s bed.
After I was done in the bathroom, I walked down the hall to Paris’s room. Her little face lit up as soon as she saw me.
“Hey, little mama.” I picked her up as she squealed and kicked her legs. I kissed her chubby cheeks then hugged her. I carried her to the changing table to wipe her down and change her diaper before we went to the kitchen for breakfast.
Her room was Paris themed. My father painted the Eiffel Tower on the wall behind her crib. Everything was pink, black, and white. The small couch I just had to have in there had pink and white pillows with a blanket that had the Eiffel Tower on it as well. I loved the theme, and I prayed she’d love it as much as she got older.
Once she was clean, we went downstairs to the kitchen. I placed her in her high chair, then made her breakfast. Each week, I introduced something new for her to try. The first time she tried oatmeal, she didn’t like it, so I decided to try it at least one more time. If she was absolutely against it this time, that would be the end of it. I had been trying to ween her off breastmilk, but we hadn’t had much success. It didn’t bother me, though, because I loved being able to provide for her, and it gave more time for us to bond. She spent a lot of time with my parents while I worked, so I pumped and sent bottles with her. When I was at work, I would pump and store it in a fridge in my office. Whenever it was possible, she would feed right from the source.
“How about we try some oatmeal again?” I stirred the oatmeal and placed it to the side for it to cool off.
Paris babbled something and laughed. I had no clue what she said, but I just laughed with her, which caused her to laugh even more.
“Silly girl.” I lightly pinched her cheeks, then placed the bowl of mashed bananas in front of her. Before I could even remove my hand, she dug right in and shoved some into her mouth.
