“Fuck, Tuesday.”
It didn’t take him long to pull out and cum; his seeds ran down the drain. They stood there breathing heavily as Tuesday leaned against him like she was tired.
He tapped her ass.
“Let’s rewash ‘cause I’m not done with you yet.”
Tuesday’s pussy clenched at his words, and she knew this was going to be a long night, just like the last time.
SEVEN
When Tuesday wokeup the next morning, she was sore all over, but it was the good kind of sore. It told the story of a passion-filled night. Then regret hit her. She rolled over slowly and saw that Biggie was already awake and seemingly waiting for her to wake up.
“Morning, baby mama.”
She pulled the thick sheet up, sighing.
“Good morning, Big.”
She grabbed heriPhonewhere it had been discarded on the nightstand and noticed it was still early; thank God.
“I have to get Wallis to my mom’s so I can get to work.”
Suddenly, she felt unsure about her actions the night before. Her vagina had done the talking for her last night, and now her mind was kicking in. She couldn’t keep having sex with Biggie. That would complicate things too much, but as she glanced over at him, she noticed her heart did a little flip. Before, it had been so much easier. They had a clear understanding last time that it was a one and done situation. They couldn’t have known that wouldn’t be true, but still. Now, she knew she would have tosee him damn near every day because of Wallis, and having sex severely complicated things.
“Why you gotta drop him off at your moms? He can stay here.”
Tuesday stilled.
“Don’t you have…things to do today?”
He shook his head. “I can kick it with lil’ man.”
“Biggie…I don’t know. What if you get another call from Demo or something?”
“Then I’ll have Demo handle it. If it makes you feel better, we won’t even leave the house.” He tapped her thigh and then moved his hand upward. “And since that clears up a little more time for you…”
Tuesday hopped up, naked as the day she was born.
“Biggie, we can’t do this again. Last night was a mistake.”
Biggie didn’t seem fazed as he looked her up and down.
“Tell that wet pussy that.”
Rolling her eyes, Tuesday stomped to the bathroom before closing the door, not appreciating Biggie’s laughter. She sighed heavily, knowing that she needed to draw a line between them to keep things running smoothly for Wallis’s sake.
“Thanks for helping, Mama,” Tuesday said as they cleaned up after a huge rush.
“Since I didn’t have my grandson, I figured I’d come help. How are things with Biggie.”
Tuesday stiffened as she wiped off the back counter. “I don’t know, honestly.”
Her mom placed a hand on her shoulder. “What does that mean, honey? I know none of this is easy for you. Talk to me.”
Tuesday exhaled, filling her mom in on everything that had transpired. She and her mom were close, so it was nothing for Tuesday to be honest with her.
When she finished her story, her mom pulled her in for a hug.
