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“Come lick my pussy. That seems to make it feel better.”
He laughs. “Yo, you just threw me up outta there.”
“Yeah, I know. But now I want my pussy eaten. I read somewhere that eating a woman’s pussy while she’s pregnant helps with the dilation process.”
Porsha and Persia both fall out laughing at how ridiculous that sounded. Even I have to laugh. But he tells me he’ll be back in an hour. We disconnect.
Persia stops rubbing my feet when she receives a text. She texts whoever it is back, then tosses her phone on the bed. “Royce wants to spend the night.”
“I can’t believe you’re still messing with him,” I say, shaking my head.
“Me either. I hate to admit it, but I kind of like him.”
“Wow, isn’t that something,” Porsha says, laughing. “And I bet you have a big ole wide pussy now to show it.”
She laughs with her. “Oh, fuck you. Let’s simply say, he’s stretched it to accommodate every inch of him.”
I groan again, laughing. “So, in other words, you have a big pussy.”
Porsha joins in my laughter.
“Whew, that boy has one huge-ass dick. Better you than me.”
Persia fans herself. “Yes, indeed he does. My boy toy is a whole lot of man in between them sheets.”
It’s kind of crazy and sick that the three of us can sit here laughing about our sexapades while swapping sex notes on the men in our lives. The three of us have fucked Royce and Emerson. Persia’s fucked Desmond, although that knowledge is still a sore spot for me. Still, we’ve passed men around and sampled the goods, like so many other women out there. Like my sisters, I have no regrets.
“So, what does that mean for you and the cute little waiter?” Porsha asks, eyeing her.
Persia shrugs. “Who knows? Only time will tell. For now, I’m having fun with him. Do you know I only recently found out that he graduated in May from Seton Hall with a degree in Business Management? And his father owns several businesses in Trinidad, and two Caribbean restaurants in Brooklyn. His father paid his tuition, but made him work for everything else he needed; hence, why he waited tables. But come January he’s going to take over his father’s two restaurants.”
“That’s great. Could you ever see yourself with him?” I ask, grimacing in pain.
She smiles. “Yeah, I think I could. He has a high sex drive, and is very open-minded sexually. But, more than that, he’s intelligent and very caring. And he’s exceptionally mature for his age. He’s invited me to go to Trinidad with him in the spring”
I smile. “You should go.”
“Oh, no, girl,” she says, shaking her head. “I’m not ready for all that.”
“Do you ever think you’ll be satisfied with one man?” Porsha asks her.
She gives it some thought, then smiles. “Yeah, I definitely think I could. As much as I enjoy sharing men with the two of you, there’s something nice about having a man you can call your very own.”
A sharp contraction shoots through me, causing me to scream. Five minutes later, another one comes, sharper than the first. It feels like something is stabbing me. I clutch the sheets. “Ohmygod, I think it’s time. Call Daddy and tell him to meet us at the hospital. Ahhh!” I yell in between contractions. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. This shit is excruciating. “This baby is ready to come.”
“You want me to call Desmond for—” Persia stops in midsentence as I shoot her a look. “I know, I know. Hell no. I’ll call Daddy.”
“I’ll call him for you,” Porsha says, reaching for my cell. She locates his number, then dials it; tells him to meet us at the hospital. Persia tells Daddy the same thing. Then they both help me out of the bed and walk me down the stairs. Persia helps me into my coat. I scream as the contractions come quicker and last longer. “Ahhhhh!” I scream again when another contraction shoots through me. Persia helps get me into the backseat of the car while Porsha races over to the driver’s side and gets in. She shuts my door, then hops into the front seat as Porsha speeds around our circular driveway.
My cell rings. It’s Desmond. “Whaaaat?” I scream into the phone, panting.
“I’m a nervous wreck, baby. Where are you?”
“Ahhhh!” I yell into the phone. “On our way to the hospital.”
“Baby, you remember how they told you to breath in that Lamaze class, right?”
I scream again. “Fuck Lamaze. You were supposed to come lick my pussy,” I say in between contractions.
