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Joey.
After a second more, I dried my eyes and then searched my purse for my cell phone.
Taking a deep breath I waited for the ringing to stop.
“Hello?”
“Joey come back---- and get me. I’m going with you,” I whined.
~**********~
Chapter Six
Okay, so I’d had a moment of weakness. Joey had even turned around to pick me up but I knew that I couldn’t go with him.
I had to accept the choices that I’d made, and I’d chosen Santana. Joey held me in his arms, and told me how much he loved me and he promised that he would only be a phone call away. He said that we could still talk like we used to, but it wasn’t going to be the same.
Finally, I let him go, and I tried to send my feelings with him but they were still that and I was sure that they probably always would be.
I’d always loved Joey…and I always would.
Since he’d been gone, Santana and I prepared for our bundle of joy. We had about two weeks to go and I couldn’t wait for her to get here---and not to mention that I couldn’t wait for this pregnancy to be over.
I’d been in a lot of pain, so as I sat in a hot bubble bath, Santana washed my feet.
“If there was one thing that you could change about your life…what would it be?” Santana asked.
I thought long and hard about his question. Of course I couldn’t give him a real answer, but nonetheless, I’d but some thought into it.
I wondered just what I would have changed. If it would have been getting married the first two times, or getting involved with Joey. Maybe it was the abortions or sleeping with my sisters’ husband.
Wait a minute…I’d forgotten all about that. And I’m glad that I had. My sister would have killed me if she ever found out.
My sister’s husband was technically my first . Joey had been my first at pretty much everything, except real intercourse. We were young and had fooled around plenty of times and though he’d been ready to go all the way, all the time, after a few strokes, I’d always stop him.
But my sister’s husband was a different story.
My sister Shante and I were complete opposites. She was conservative, shy and quiet; which was one of the reasons that her early age pregnancy shocked me.
Although I was a loner, I was always a ball of energy. I had spunk and I was exciting and adventurous.
I’ll never forget that night.
I’d just turned eighteen and I was helping my sister pack for their big move. Her husband, Clyde, had been offered a job in Europe, and as soon as the adoptions had cleared, they were leaving the states.
Shante thought it was a good idea to get me drunk. She said I might as well learn to live a little while I was young, before I married and was stuck being the face of the family. So as we packed, she and I poured drink after drink. Clyde occasionally came into the room for a drink or two, but for most of the night he was out of sight, and out of mind.
Anyway, that night she had way too much alcohol and passed out on the living room floor.
I waddled to the bathroom, barely able to see, and that’s when he came in behind me.
Clyde.
He touched me and though I didn’t mean to…I touched him back.
And the rest is history.
I’d never been attracted to him and had no idea that he’d been interested in me but he didn’t hesitate once he had the opportunity.
With his hand clamped over my mouth, I allowed him to pleasure me on the bathroom sink.
The next morning, I wasn’t sure if it’d actually happened but when noticed that I wasn’t wearing any panties, I knew that it had.
“Um, Niveah, are you missing something?” My sister had joked twirling my panties around her finger.
She had no idea that they had been taken off by her husband. She simply assumed that I was too drink and had somehow taken them off once I’d gone to use the bathroom.
Clyde and I barely even looked at each other. In fact, after the incident, it seemed as though he hated me and did everything in his power to keep
After a second more, I dried my eyes and then searched my purse for my cell phone.
Taking a deep breath I waited for the ringing to stop.
“Hello?”
“Joey come back---- and get me. I’m going with you,” I whined.
~**********~
Chapter Six
Okay, so I’d had a moment of weakness. Joey had even turned around to pick me up but I knew that I couldn’t go with him.
I had to accept the choices that I’d made, and I’d chosen Santana. Joey held me in his arms, and told me how much he loved me and he promised that he would only be a phone call away. He said that we could still talk like we used to, but it wasn’t going to be the same.
Finally, I let him go, and I tried to send my feelings with him but they were still that and I was sure that they probably always would be.
I’d always loved Joey…and I always would.
Since he’d been gone, Santana and I prepared for our bundle of joy. We had about two weeks to go and I couldn’t wait for her to get here---and not to mention that I couldn’t wait for this pregnancy to be over.
I’d been in a lot of pain, so as I sat in a hot bubble bath, Santana washed my feet.
“If there was one thing that you could change about your life…what would it be?” Santana asked.
I thought long and hard about his question. Of course I couldn’t give him a real answer, but nonetheless, I’d but some thought into it.
I wondered just what I would have changed. If it would have been getting married the first two times, or getting involved with Joey. Maybe it was the abortions or sleeping with my sisters’ husband.
Wait a minute…I’d forgotten all about that. And I’m glad that I had. My sister would have killed me if she ever found out.
My sister’s husband was technically my first . Joey had been my first at pretty much everything, except real intercourse. We were young and had fooled around plenty of times and though he’d been ready to go all the way, all the time, after a few strokes, I’d always stop him.
But my sister’s husband was a different story.
My sister Shante and I were complete opposites. She was conservative, shy and quiet; which was one of the reasons that her early age pregnancy shocked me.
Although I was a loner, I was always a ball of energy. I had spunk and I was exciting and adventurous.
I’ll never forget that night.
I’d just turned eighteen and I was helping my sister pack for their big move. Her husband, Clyde, had been offered a job in Europe, and as soon as the adoptions had cleared, they were leaving the states.
Shante thought it was a good idea to get me drunk. She said I might as well learn to live a little while I was young, before I married and was stuck being the face of the family. So as we packed, she and I poured drink after drink. Clyde occasionally came into the room for a drink or two, but for most of the night he was out of sight, and out of mind.
Anyway, that night she had way too much alcohol and passed out on the living room floor.
I waddled to the bathroom, barely able to see, and that’s when he came in behind me.
Clyde.
He touched me and though I didn’t mean to…I touched him back.
And the rest is history.
I’d never been attracted to him and had no idea that he’d been interested in me but he didn’t hesitate once he had the opportunity.
With his hand clamped over my mouth, I allowed him to pleasure me on the bathroom sink.
The next morning, I wasn’t sure if it’d actually happened but when noticed that I wasn’t wearing any panties, I knew that it had.
“Um, Niveah, are you missing something?” My sister had joked twirling my panties around her finger.
She had no idea that they had been taken off by her husband. She simply assumed that I was too drink and had somehow taken them off once I’d gone to use the bathroom.
Clyde and I barely even looked at each other. In fact, after the incident, it seemed as though he hated me and did everything in his power to keep
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