Church Girl Excerpt

Chapter Sixteen

 

 

Before La’Keisha could fully ring the doorbell, Michael opened it and was pulling her in.

“Hello,” he said with a welcoming smile.

“Why am I here Michael?” La’Keisha barked, getting straight to the point and wiping that smile off of his face.

“I wanted to talk to you.”

“So talk.”

For a minute Michael just stood there looking at her. La’Keisha could tell that he was struggling with whatever it was he wanted to say, but she was not going to stand there and have a staring match.

“I have to go. I’ll see you at church.” She turned to walk out of the door she had entered only seconds earlier, but before she could get it open Michael grabbed her and spun her around.

“I miss you,” he admitted. “I had to see you again and I had to ask you if you would make love with me one last time.”

La’Keisha could not believe her ears. He was still on that goodbye kick. What the hell was wrong with him?

“Why?" she asked sarcastically.

“Because I love you La’Keisha,” he said, looking into her eyes, “but I’m a married man who made vows to another woman. And even though I haven’t kept them in the past I have to begin keeping them now.”

“Why?” she continued pressing him. “Why, when it feels so good not keeping them?”

“Because I’ve decided to do right by God and that means I have to repent from the things I’ve been doing that I know are not of God.”

“You have got to be kidding me! If you’re trying to be all righteous and everything then why do you want to have sex with me one last time?” she asked angrily. “Shouldn’t you just leave me alone and quit me cold turkey?”

 “Yes I should, but I love you and letting you go is hard for me.”

“Yeah right,” she said condescendingly. “You just want to hit this and you’re looking for some piss poor excuse to do it.” La’Keisha was merciless with him. “Michael you don’t have to make up elaborate stories if you want me. Just say so. The truth really does work you know.”

“I am telling you the truth. I love you, but I have to let you go and I can’t do it without saying a proper goodbye, without feeling myself inside of you one last time.” Michael looked at her for a long moment before going on. “Last time you didn’t take me seriously. You played on my weakness and I ended up giving in to you, but this time is different. This will be my last time touching you.”

“Whatever you say Deacon Williams,” she said, mocking his position in the church. 

          Everything he was saying was all bull and he knew it. He was simply trying to justify why he should sin once more. Michael was nowhere near being a Christian, he played church just like she did, just like they all did. But if he wanted to lie to himself and pretend that he was trying to get right, then so be it. She couldn’t care less what reasons he came up with to get in her panties, all she knew was when she wanted that dick, she would let him in.

With no more words, Michael quickly picked La’Keisha up and carried her to his bedroom. He made his way into the room and laid her down softly on the bed, taking a minute to admire her sexiness. He wanted her so bad that La’Keisha could see it in his eyes. Yeah right that was going to be the last time they screwed. There was no way he could deny her. He quickly stripped off all of her clothes and began caressing every inch of her body desperately.

“You really want me don’t you?” she asked him teasingly.

         As he undressed himself he trembled with anticipation. She knew he was going to blow her back out and after what seemed like only two seconds, Michael was on the bed with her. He wasted no time as he put his warm tongue on her nipples. Her body shuddered as he sent shivers down her spine. He gently bit and suckled her breasts as he parted her legs with his. She could feel the hot thick head pressing into her soon after.

         He reached his hands up and took her hands in his as he locked his gaze on her. “I want you so bad,” he whispered. “I want you so bad it’s hurting me.”

“Show me how bad you want me,” she said seductively. “Show me why it’s so hard to let me go.”

La’Keisha could see the desperation in him as he thrust completely into her. She could see that desperation being replaced by a total loss of control as he drove deeper and harder, never removing his eyes from hers. Michael was making her feel so good with his quick pace that she almost forgot who and where she was. Sex didn’t get any better than that. For what seemed like forever he pounded in her with no mercy. He was plunging so hard and so fast that the headboard was banging the wall. Rough sex was the best sex and Michael was almost punishing her with his roughness. 

“Oooohhh baby, I have been waiting for this for so long,” he grunted, “you always feel so good! Please tell me it’s all mine” he pleaded with her, “I need to hear you tell me it’s all mine.”

“Mmm baby, you know it’s all yours, always,” she said without a moment’s hesitation. If he wanted to believe that lie she would feed it to him as much as he wanted her to, as long as he kept giving her that fiyah.

The words La’Keisha spoke set him off like nothing before and he began to ram her with an almost brutal revenge that she liked. As she could feel him nearing his breaking point, she tried to hold hers in, she wanted them to release together. It had been too long since the last time they had copulated and she wanted this time to be spectacular and memorable just in case it was another long time before they did it again. Although she knew he would feel like crap afterwards, there was no way she would stop him from giving her what she wanted, Shailayna be damned. If he was looking to her to help him do right by God, he was sadly mistaken. La’Keisha was not going to allow anything to get in the way of her getting hers.

Michael moved his hands from La’Keisha’s hands and slid them down to her wrists. He pressed her wrists into the bed as if holding her captive and he slowed down his swagger while he began suckling her breasts, licking her nipples, biting into her fleshly mounds as though they were the juiciest Georgia peaches. This made La’Keisha so hot that she was whimpering in her futile attempts to hold on to her climax until he could catch up with her. She was slipping, slipping fast. She tried to pick up the pace again to bring him to the edge with her, but unsuccessfully so. Michael was determined to run the show. Trying with all of her might to hold on, La’Keisha couldn’t help but to let loose with a hard, crushing orgasm. Michael watched in lust-filled astonishment as his body tensed in anticipation of the release that was preparing to escape him.

“I love you baby,” he moaned as he got closer to the edge. He picked up the pace again just as La’Keisha wrapped her legs around his waist. “I really love you” he said, making sure she felt his love in every thrust. 

“Ooh, Michael,” La’Keisha shouted as she reached another climax, and then another. She tightened her legs around his waist and held on as he took her higher and higher over and over again, her body racked with multiple orgasms.

Watching her lose control as he pounded into her turned Michael on so much that he too lost it as he released his seed into her. “I love you so much,” he chanted over and over until he was unable to speak anymore.

 

Shailayna Williams entered her home and locked the door behind her. She was glad to get the ride home from church and not have to wait for her husband to come back to get her. The Deaconess meeting was short and to the point and she was very glad for that, especially since she was anxious to get home and begin celebrating her fifteen year anniversary. She removed her shoes and put them in the closet near the front door along with her purse. She began heading toward the kitchen to heat up the dinner she had cooked earlier as part of her anniversary gift to Michael when she heard her husband speak.

 “I love you baby.”

Shocked at what she heard, Shailayna made an about face and headed toward her bedroom. Who was he talking to? She stopped in the hall and picked up the phone thinking maybe he was on it, but all she heard was a dial tone. Her heart began beating rapidly in her chest. Please God say it isn’t so, she silently prayed.

“I really love you,” her husband said again as she placed the phone back on its base.

The blood in Shailayna’s veins ran cold at what she heard next.

“Oh Michael!” a woman screamed out as the horrified wife headed silently down the long hall that led to the room she shared with her husband.

         She was hoping beyond hope that she had not heard those words but she knew she definitely had. Maybe the woman’s voice was all her imagination, maybe the volume on the television was up very loud. Shailayna looked for anything to avoid acknowledging what she knew was the truth. As she neared the bedroom door she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, her heart practically leaping out of her chest. She took the two final steps that led her directly into her marital suite and clutched her stomach, the sounds echoing within telling her that what she feared most was true and her body began to tremble just as she opened her eyes.

“I love you so much,” her husband said as she watched him thrust one final time into the woman beneath him.

         He arched his back and leaned his head back as his body jerked with the first gushing of his release. Shailayna stood there, frozen and unable to move as she watched the woman beneath him tighten her legs around his waist and moan in ecstasy.

“I love you so much, I love you so much, I love you so much,” she heard Michael chant as he emptied himself. Even as he had no more seed to release and his body involuntarily thrust into her still, he chanted his love for the woman until his voice was gone and he could speak no more.

The tears ran down Shailayna’s face while a scorching rage filled her chest. She stood frozen still as the two held each other tight until their heavenly ride came crashing down. She continued to watch in horror as her husband pulled out of the woman and flipped her on her stomach. She felt sick when she saw him place his manhood at her entrance preparing to enter her again, but she was even more traumatized when she saw that, right before he drove into the woman, her husband was not wearing a condom.

         Paralyzed by hurt and anguish, her body in some kind of immobile prison, Shailayna could do nothing but watch in stunned, painful silence as her husband made love to another woman. She listened as her soul mate repeatedly told the other woman how much he loved her vagina. However, nothing hurt her more than to hear her husband ask the woman to tell him that she would never share her treasure with anyone but him.

“MICHAEL!” Shailayna was finally able to scream. He jumped and turned around to look at her as she stood in the doorway. Tripping all over himself, he practically fell out of bed naked and still erect. Once on his feet, he ran to the woman he’d made vows to.

“Baby, I’m so sorry!”

Shailayna turned away from him and ran down the hall, back toward the kitchen. She grabbed her butcher’s knife. As she made her way back to the bedroom, she got a glimpse of her Bible and in her traumatized state she grabbed a hold of it as well. Praying and crying, she rushed down the hall and into the bedroom ready to make Michael pay for what he had done. As soon as she entered the room she lunged at him with the knife, but he was too quick for her as he moved out of her path. If Shailayna thought she was hurt at seeing her husband making love to another woman, what she saw when he jumped out of her way made her heart shatter in her chest and she felt as though her entire world had just come crashing down on her head.

 

La’Keisha Martin made eye contact with Shailayna Williams just as Michael jumped out of the way of the knife Shailayna was wielding. Upon seeing La’Keisha there Shailayna froze for a brief moment, the hurt and devastation all over her face. The Bible she was holding slipped out of her hand and landed on the floor with a resounding thud. As the two locked gazes, Shailayna wanted nothing more than for La’Keisha to be dead, and she was more than willing to be the one who killed her.

“Why La’Keisha?” Shailayna screamed through her tears. “Why would you do this to me?" The heart broken woman lunged at her husband’s mistress. La’Keisha threw the covering she had been using to hide her naked body off of her and dashed out of the way just as the knife missed her and landed on the bed slicing through the sheet and going straight into the mattress. La’Keisha was so pissed she was ready to murder Shailayna. Until she remembered her grandmother and the church. If it were any other woman she would have beaten the piss of her for coming at her like that, fucking her husband would have been a non-issue.

La’Keisha used Michael as a shield as she tried her best to find her clothes and redress herself, but Shailayna was a wild one and was determined to get at La’Keisha. Seeing that getting dressed was not an option, La’Keisha got tired of being on the defensive and stopped dodging Shailayna. She faced her opponent, preparing to attack. There was no way in hell that she was going to stand there and let that woman stab her. No man was worth her getting hurt over.

Waiting until Shailayna lunged at Michael again, La’Keisha slid her foot under Shailayna’s foot causing her to trip, knocking her face down on the floor. As soon as the knife flew out of her hand La’Keisha jumped onto Shailayna’s back and pinned her down.

“Get your tramp off of me Michael!” She screamed with all of her might. “Get her off of me now!”

“Keep still Shailayna!” La’Keisha said with firmness, “I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if I have to.”

Shailayna tried her best to get La’Keisha off of her but it was no use, La’Keisha wouldn’t budge.

“How could you do this to me La’Keisha?” Shailayna continued screaming and crying.

“You should be asking your husband that question,” La’Keisha said coldly. “I don’t owe you any explanations, Michael does.”

"I practically raised you, you know me. You owe me an explanation, La’Keisha!”

“Like I said, Michael owes you, I don’t owe you nothing!”

La’Keisha’s response seemed to infuriate Shailayna more and she began thrashing about wildly in an attempt to get loose. The wilder her movements became the more La’Keisha had to strong-arm her. It was getting to the point where Shailayna was going to make La’Keisha hurt her if she didn’t keep still.

Michael began handing La’Keisha all of her clothes in the hopes of getting her out of the house quickly before things got any worse. While she held Shailayna at bay, the two switched places and Michael did his best to keep Shailayna down until La’Keisha left. All the while his wife was screaming like a banshee as she continued to try and get free. He felt bad enough for cheating on his wife, the last thing he wanted to do was pin her to the floor in her own home while his mistress pranced around getting dressed, but that’s exactly what he was doing.

“I can’t believe you are holding me down to protect your Mistress!” Shailayna yelled. “I hate you Michael!” she began to cry. “I’ma beat the piss out of you when I get off this floor!”

La’Keisha dressed herself as she looked at how much the situation was affecting her church member. She had seen hurt wives before, but none as hurt as Shailayna appeared to be. To La’Keisha, it was just a good bang from a man who was cheating ,but to most wives it was usually life or death. Shailayna was taking it harder than the majority and she knew it was because Shailayna had known her since they were kids, had practically raised her to be exact. This time, for the wife, it was personal.

After La’Keisha was fully dressed, she turned to Michael, but he refused to even look at her and that pissed her off. She could see the fear and shame on his face and she shook her head in disgust. It was the same with all men, they showed no remorse as long as they were getting sexed by her, but when the wives caught them all of a sudden they felt bad and showed remorse. But truth be told they never felt bad for cheating, only for getting caught.

Men made La’Keisha sick but at the same time she needed them in her life. She couldn’t go without getting plucked for too long and the best plucking usually came from married dick. Their wives usually didn’t do all of the freaky, nasty things that she did in the bed. So when the husband's got a taste of her they would stick it to her like she was the last piece of goodness they would get before they died, and for La’Keisha the sex was always off the chain. 

        Women hated her for that, but if wives would do their husbands like they needed to be done, they sure as hell wouldn’t come looking for her. So if the husbands weren’t faithful to their own wives, why should she be? La’Keisha looked at Michael for another few seconds to see if he was going to look at her or say something. He did neither. Annoyed and disgusted, she turned her back to the pathetic sight at her feet and strolled out of the Williams’ house. If Michael called her she would still let him hit, and if not, it was damn good while it lasted.

 

“How the hell did you get caught?” La’Tasha asked her friend over the phone.

“Girl, he was doing me so good, I ain’t know if I was coming or going and that’s when that ho came home. She wasn’t supposed to just show up though, she was supposed to call him and he was supposed to go and pick her up. But Miss Thang flipped the script and got a ride home.”

“Ain’t that some bullshit!” La’Cienega added.

“You can say that again,” La’Tasha chimed in. The ladies were all on the line listening intently as La’Keisha gave blow by blow of the incident.

“Did you have to hit her?” La’Tasha asked.

“No, but I did have to hold her down in order to get the hell out of there.”

“And what was Michael doing while you were holding his wife down?” La’Tavia asked.

“He was scurrying around like a lil rat trying to get my clothes so I could hurry up and leave.”

“Damn!” La’Cienega said.

“That’s messed up,” La’Tavia added.

“I know. That’s why I let them come to my house. I ain’t trying to be caught down bad in theirs.” La’Cienega went on.

“Y’all ain’t getting tired of ruining people’s marriages yet?” La’Tavia asked coolly.

“It’s the husbands that are ruining their marriages La’Tavia, not us.” La’Cienega answered.

“You can tell yourself that lie all you want to, but it’s just as much you as it is him. And this time La’Keisha, you really messed up because that woman damn near raised you.” La’Tavia went on.

“Damn La’Tavia, why you always got to get all moral on us?” La’Tasha smarted off.

La’Keisha sat silently and held the phone to her ear listening to her friends. La’Tavia had a point. She was slipping to let herself get caught like that. She knew she shouldn’t have been in that woman’s house, in her bed, but she had to take dick that was that good whenever she could get it, wherever she could get it. Just then, her line beeped. She checked the caller ID to see who it was and was annoyed to find that it was her Nana. She knew that Shailayna must have spoken to her grandmother and she was not in the mood to be chastised. La’Keisha ignored that call and every call that came in for the next hour while she ran it to her girls on the phone. By the time their conversation ended, she had received more than five calls. Her grandmother, Michael, Shailayna, her father and the pastor had all tried to reach her.

By now she knew for sure that the word about her and Michael had gotten out and was running rampant through the church. She refused to talk to anyone about the situation, especially her father. She was grown and was going to handle it on her own. She turned the ringer on her phone off and lay back in her bed. Everybody just needed to mind their own business. She would deal with everything in her own time. She damn sure didn’t need a bunch of people telling her how wrong she was.

Needing something to take her mind off of things, La’Keisha grabbed her black book. She really wanted to call Jerome but he was spending time with his wife to keep Cherry off of their scent. She flipped through the pages looking for someone she could kick it with, but her mind kept going back to Jerome until she ran across the name of a guy who could work his mojo so good that he could make her forget her name. She hoped he could get away from his wife just long enough to make her forget more than just her name.

           She dialed the number and within the hour he was at her door, already hard and grinning like a Cheshire cat.

 

                                         
Meet the Characters

 

    

      You really do reap what you sow. Really. I have lived that statement through and through. In my past, I was a Boss Chick and nobody could or would touch me. They were too scared to. I had the status, the money and definitely the men. And my girls, who had my back in case anybody got stupid over those men.

      ~La'Keisha~

 

      ~La'Tasha~

 

      ~La'Cienega~

 

      ~La'Tavia~