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Chapter 23: Taking It Back
As I lay on my back, naked, Archie licked and sucked at my dick and balls and I moaned, writhing under his tongue. I shivered a little, which signified that I was close to coming and he stopped and smiled up at me. I chuckled as his face disappeared beneathe me and I felt something wet invade my ass! I moaned even harder and he continued to eat my asshole. Suddenly, he stopped.
"Hey, what gives? We had a bet and you lost!" I smirked.
He brought himself back up and licked my navel, circling my belly button, then down my stomach, " I just can't get enough of your tight ass." he said, licking my balls once more. I shivered when I felt his 7 1/2 inch cock by my ass crack. As it pushed, trying to make it's way in, I gro-moaned ( Groaned and moaned at the same time, which made this deep, husky sound. For some reason, this really seemed to turn him on) and he slid it all in instantly, " You alright, baby?"
I nodded.
"You ready." he asked, kissing me. I nodded, " Oh shit, you're so tight." he whispered.
There was a lurch and I almost giggled at the pleasure. After taking his dick for months, I was used to his dick. The pain was seriously minimal. He rocked gently, bending over to kiss me occasionally as he paced consistently picked up. He sped up, going deeper and deeper until I felt my dick burst! There was cum all over his stomach, mine and the sheets! After a few more minutes, he stopped and tried to pull out of me, but in trying to, he ripped the condom and cum seeped down my ass and all over as he collasped beside me, kissing me.
"I love you." I panted.
"I love you too." he said, wrapping his arms around me. I smiled and he chuckled. I couldn't help but admire how sexy he was, not just his body, even though he was built, but his whole...him. He looked a bit like Chance Crawford. I thought it was sexy. Me being African American, I had a thing for white guys with bangin bodies. I mean, I love brothas...wow, do I, but it's the DL thing that is weird for me. The whole 'Gangsta' in front of everyone, then 'Wanksta' in front of me. I loved consistency. And the 'Swirl' didn't bother me. I mean, when I met Zack, he was really cute. I would have dated him if he wasn't an asshole. There was a funeral for Julie and I wasn't exactly sure how it would go. I closed my eyes and snuggled into Archie, wondering what could happen.
Adaen typing: It's been a while since I've blogged. I'm a soul blogger now. Anywho, The Risons had called and asked would I sing at the funeral. It had been so long since I had sung and I wondered if I still could. I mean, what happens if I am crying? I had a moral dilemma. To Sing or not to Sing? Better yet, what do I sing?
"I didn't get around to see you again...oh it's so sad. I hope you can hear me, I remember..." I stopped when I heard clapping and turned to the source of the clapping. I looked around the garage and sighted Hope.
"Nice song, cousin." Hope smirked, " You're singing at the funeral?"
"Yeah." I said, " I was thinking that maybe I could have my room back and you could..."
"Nope. I like that room and Uncle and Auntie said I could stay as long as I want." Hope said, " Sorry. But tell your friend, Archie, he can sleep in there with me." she said, leaving back to the house.
I sighed and rolled my eyes, " Bitch." I said angrily, turning to see the garage door opening and Archie and Eric walked in. They were both wearing jerseys and shorts and Archie was victoriously carrying the ball, " Hey, baby, I take it you won." I said, kissing him.
"You know it." Archie smiled.
"Lucky shot." Eric smirked, " So, you still practicing?"
"You don't need it, you'll be great!" Archie smiled.
"Thanks, but I'm not sure." I sighed, " I can't even find the right song! This is so frustrating."
"Umm, babe, it's a funeral. The song's not really gonna matter." Archie said.
"Right." I said, " Right, you're right. Besides, I'm starting to feel like Ike and Tina."
"Who's Tina?" Eric asked.
"That's the bad part." I chuckled, " I play both parts."
"So, are you excited to see your friends?" Archie asked.
"Friends?" I asked. I thought about it. I wondered if I even had any friends here, " I'm mostly just sad."
"Right, sorry, babe." Archie said solemnly, " Don't worry, I'm gonna be there."
I smiled and kissed him again, " That's all I'm asking." I said, " So, when's the flight back?"
"I think I'm going to go." Eric smiled, " Keep your hands off my little brother." he warned.
Archie withdrew his hands, " Promise." he said, watching Eric walk away.
I chuckled and wrapped my arms around him again, " So, when is the flight?"
"In a few days. I can't miss so much...So, should I buy another ticket, or..." Archie asked.
"I'm staying." I said softly, " For a while."
"A while?" Archie asked.
"Yeah. I just think I need to be here a little longer." I smiled weakly, " Do you know my room's pink?"
"That used to be your room?" Archie chuckled, sitting and looking up at me, " I mean, pink is a nice..."
"It wasn't always that way." I said, sitting on his lap, " My little cousin did it."
"Why is she here? I mean, has she always lived here? Where are her parents?" Archie asked.
"Africa. They're doctors. And right now, they're without borders." I explained, " And I..." I stopped when I felt something vibrate in my pocket, " Hold that thought." I said, sliding my phone into my hand. I looked at the caller i.d. and saw Marco's name and picture. I looked back at Archie, " It's Marco." I said, answering the phone, " Hey Mark."
"Adaen?" he asked, his voice scratchy and gruff, " Hey, sorry to call, but I..."
"It's okay. Nice to hear from somebody." I said, " Are you okay? Where are you?"
"Ummm, can we meet?" he asked.
"Sure. How about Ira's?" I said quickly.
"Alright." he said quickly.
I snapped the phone shut and turned to Archie, " I, umm..." I stammered.
"It's cool. I'm gonna help your brother and dad fix some stuff." he smiled.
"Fix some stuff? Honey...do you fix stuff?" I asked.
"Hey, if Eric can do it, so can I." he chuckled, standing and kissing me.
"Yes, and that brings me to the sad truth about my brother. He can't fix stuff. Dad's pretty handy though." I smiled, " Be careful, you just might become the son dad always wanted."
"I'll be back soon though." I said, sliding my phone back into my pocket.
As I sat in Ira's Diner, waiting on Marco, I couldn't help but feel the eyes on me. When I came in, I had immediately sat down without looking around. Since I had left my house, I had become quite clear on the fact that my being home was little more than a scandal to most people here. To others, it was like watching a storm brewing. To everyone else, it was nothing. I couldn't help but agree with the people who thought there was a storm coming. We were all going to see each other for the first time in a long while at our friend's funeral. I waited only a few minutes until the door opened and I looked up to see Marco. The only way I knew it was him was that his face was still the same. He was a bit thinner, but you could barely tell because his face was unshaven and his hair had grown out past his shoulders. I stood and hugged him and we sat. I quickly looked into his eyes, his red eyes and noticed that he wasn't the same. Of course he wasn't the same. There was something more than his appearance, he had changed. Only someone as close as we were could tell.
"I would ask how you're doing, but I'd think the answer was fairly obvious." I said, trying to light the mood.
He smiled, " Here I am, expecting you to be changed and here you are, a little older, but the same." he said.
"Not the same." I said quickly, " So...how are you?" I asked.
"I'm having a good minute." he said, " I have to live on minutes."
"You really did love her, huh?" I asked.
Marco nodded, " Yeah. I loved her and our baby." he said.
"I'm really sorry." I said quickly, " I...I just assumed it was all for the baby. Cause of what we...umm...did."
"I know." Marco said, avoiding my gaze for the first time, " What we did was special. I'm Bi. Figured it out all by myself."
"Congrats...I think." I smiled.
"SO, you're singing tomorrow? What are you singing?" he asked.
"I don't know yet, wait, aren't you planning the funeral? Or...are you?" I asked.
"Her parents are. I figured they deserve to." he said, looking down, " So, you've been back, what, a day or two and everybody's talking about it."
"Great, just like New York." I frowned, " You've heard the rumor, huh?"
"Yeah, sorry about that. I tried to cut off everybody who said it, but it was just too widespread." he frowned.
"It's alright. If not that, then something else. I mean...Marco, we're going to talk about you." I said, " If you need me, I'm here for you."
"Thank you." he sniffled, " I, umm, I have to go with the Risons to finalize everything." he said, standing.
"Where are you staying?" I asked.
"Home. With my parents." he said, " I wasn't going to college, but I can get into the second semester in North Texas really soon."
"Nice." I smiled.
"Are you...umm, staying?" Marco asked.
"For a while...then, umm, I'm going back." I said unsure, " How did she died?"
"Pills. Before she died, she had a miscarriage. I don't believe she'd kill herself. It all doesn't make sense. She was finally...she was finally getting better." Marco sighed, wiping his eyes before walking away, " Welcome Home."
I thought about what he'd just said. I wanted to get up and hug him and tell him that everything would be alright, but how could it be? When so much was going on, how I could I promise Marco that his life would be alright. I couldn't even promise that my life would be alright! What was even more strange is how Julie died, on pills. She had been the non-drinking, non-smoking postergirl. I know the miscarriage was probably the worst feeling in the world, but I just couldn't see it. I pulled out my wallet and left money on the table before looking out the window and seeing Davis coming to the diner. I panicked and stood quickly, walking to the counter.
"Ira." I whispered, " I need to make a quick escape."
"Hey, kid, where you been. Heard some things." he chuckled.
"I'll tell you, seriously, but I need you to use your back door." I said urgently. He nodded and I quickly rushed out of the Diner.
I kissed him and kissed him and kissed him again. As I laid on my stomach, I arched my ass and I could feel his hard 8' cock on my back ass he leaned down and kissed me again. I giggled as he licked my back, all the way down to my ass crack, then licking it gently. When I began to moan, he stopped and I felt air slide through my crack and he inserted one finger, then another. I knew that I had to be quiet, so as I moaned, I stuffed the little, satin pillow into my mouth and moaned into it as he fingered me. He then inserted two or three more fingers, but by then I was deep into my sexual daze and I moaned louder. The guy seemed to enjoy it as he chuckled as he did it. I felt his fingers slide out and he laid flat against my back, licking my ear. I wanted to turn and see who my mystery man was, but I couldn't. I felt something slide into my ass and there was pain, but suddenly there was pleasure. The pleasure spread through my body and I moaned even louder. As I moaned, he nibbled at my ear, then stood on his knees.
"You're so fuckin hot! You ready for me fuck that nice ass you got here?" he asked agressively.
I smirked, " Only if you can handle it." I smirked, liking this odd change. It wasn't something I would have said, it just wasn't.
The Guy smirked and pulled me up and began to slide in deeper. As he slid in deeper, he slid out, then in again. I moaned louder than I had moaned before and this turned him on...I could feel it. As he felt it more and more, he went faster and faster and suddenly I was in pure ectasy and Before I knew it, two hours had passed and I could hear him now panting and moaning and as his 8' dick slid in and out of me, I felt him tighten up and gasp!
"Oh Shit! Oh, fuckin yeah! I'm cummin!" The guy moaned as I bounced on his dick. He grasped me and moved faster and faster until a warm feeling bursted inside me. I felt it leak out of my asshole and down the back of my leg as he continued to move in and out of me, then we collasped on top of me. The hot, stickiness made me so hot that I came, too. As he lied beside me, I was shocked to see Davis.
"Sweetie, wake up!" Archie said, waking me up, " I do enjoy you fucking me when we're awake, but you're taking it to the extreme." he smirked.
I opened my eyes and looked at him, " I am so sorry." I said quickly, " It's a recurring dream."
"Wow, was I that good?" Archie asked.
"No." I smirked, watching his eyebrow arch, " You were better." I lied. I might be an honest person, but I was not going to tell my fiancee' that I was dreaming about my ex-boyfriend. That's just opening a can of worms that should stay sealed.
Archie leaned over and kissed me, " We need to brush our teeth." he smirked.
"Yeah...and put on our ties." I said hesitantly.
"You do know you're not obligated to go, right?" he asked.
"I owe it to her." I said, " Besides, I want to, I just don't want to say goodbye to her."
"It's not goodbye, it's see you later." he said.
"Much later, I hope." I said quickly, " Not that...I just wanna live longer."
"Baby, I can't imagine life without you." Archie said, " Maybe we should move up the wedding...you know, to sometime in the next year."
I stopped breathing, " Hey! I said I would marry you, but I'm eighteen. If we get married too young, that could damage our relationship. Do you really want to do that?"
"I'm not trying to pressure you, but I just want to be with you." he said.
"Why? Why are you trying to be with me? Are you being paid or something?" I asked seriously.
"What?! No, I've got money, remember?" he smiled, grabbing my waist.
"Yeah, I just forgot." I smirked, " But why me? What is it that you see in me?"
"You." he said simply, " You're the hottest guy I've ever met. You might not be the biggest, but who cares. You're a little skinnier than most people, but just being around you makes me happy. I mean, I was happy, but...before you my whole life was about following my dad's footsteps and becoming a Lawyer, so I could take over his business. Now, it's about doing what I want. And what I want is to be with you."
"And smoke pot." I smiled.
"Yeah," he said, strained, " But I've cut way back."
I laid back beside him, " Hold me." I said softly.
"Forever." he said, snuggling up behind me.
Hannah sat at the mirror, combing her hair. She wondered how she should act and how she would feel. Would it be as simple as it sounded? To go, be sad, cry, then come home? Saying goodbye, not only to her sister-in-law, but to a really nice friend wasn't on her top ten things to do in life. Lord knows that she had enough fake friends, and was losing good friends right and left. Adaen had left her, Christina seemed to be in her own little world, the seniors had graduated, and Zack was her husband, which obligated him to her. Hannah stroked her hair, wondering how she would say goodbye. Would she throw herself on the coffin...would there be a coffin? Of course there would, right? Would the casket be open? The flowers she had gotten, white roses, doubtful that they were appropriate for the occasion, but of course Julie liked them, so that's what she'd get. Hannah couldn't believe it, she had been such a bitch to Adaen in New York, but that was the week she and her parents had fought about her nuptials. It was then that they threw in her face that without Adaen, she was making wrong choices! Then to go there and find Adaen having fun...it took her by surprise. Her wedding had been fast and beautiful. Hannah realized she was young, but she loved Zack, had been through so much with him. Too much with him. She was halfway through her Senior year and nothing was the same. Hannah laughed, it was funny how you could be thinking one thought and it could branch off to so many other thoughts.
"Are you ready to go, Han?" Zack asked.
Hannah smiled up at him through the mirror. He was so cute in his tuxedo and his hair was cut just perfectly so that he wasn't completly bald. She wondered whether or not she was really ready to go, " Yeah." she smiled, rising from the chair and hugging Zack.
Christina rummaged through a box full of Julie's stuff. Stuff she had borrowed or just took. They had that kind of relationship. Once they had been sisters, but it all changed when Julie had become too 'busy'. Busy with school, her new boyfriend, and just life. Christina felt left out and left behind. There was a certain jealousy she had developed for her. Julie was the nice, cute, popular one. The one who kept a boyfriend, the one who never failed tests, the one who would make it out alive. If Julie couldn't do it, no one can. Now that she was gone, did that mean that life couldn't go on? To Christina, that's what it meant. Life would slow. God would realize what happened and send her back, send her where she belonged. Christina began to cry. It wasn't a shock, she had been for a while now. She was smudging her make-up, the make-up that took hours to do right. She'd already messed up the lipstick eating doughnuts she had gotten earlier. Her parents had gone to be with Julie's parents, so she decided that she should eat something and it smudged her lips. Now she had to do it again! Damn appeitite. She walked to her bathroom and stopped suddenly! In red, someone had left her a message on her mirror.
[ I KNOW WHAT YOU DID]
Christina picked up a comb and lobbed it at the mirror, smashing it into pieces.
At the funeral, I sat pretty close. I felt the cold, Feburary air on my skin and felt the tears roll down my cheeks. I heard the desperate moans and cries from the people to the right of me, to the left of me, and in back of me. I found myself wondering how in the world someone so young and loved could die this way. I cried harder and Archie squeezed my hand. I listened to the lovely words the Pastor preach his words of comfort, I thought about all the time I spent with her. At the end of his sermon, he announced me. I looked at Archie, who smiled at me and I nodded. I walked to the front of the funeral and stood at the podium.
"Ummm, hi. I'm Adaen." I said, " And Julie and I were friends before I left, but before we really knew each other, we had Chorus together for three years. It took me a while to even find a song, but I remember that there was one.There was one song that she really loved. It wawsn't my kind of song, but...it's for her. By Josh Groban" I smiled.
Adaen singing:
When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary; When troubles come and my heart burdened be; Then, I am still and wait here in the silence, Until you come and sit awhile with me.
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains; You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas; I am strong, when I am on your shoulders; You raise me up... To more than I can be.
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains; You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas; I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up... To more than I can be.
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains; You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas; I am strong, when I am on your shoulders; You raise me up... To more than I can be.
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains; You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas; I am strong, when I am on your shoulders; You raise me up... To more than I can be.
You raise me up... To more than I can be.
There was a quiet applause and I placed a lily on her grave, then walked back to my seat. After me, I saw Christina walk to the podium. I sighed and rolled my eyes and Christina began giving a euology for a girl whom she had been estranged when I left. Not because they had both done something, but because Christina had been a bitch. After the funeral, I stood with Archie, watching them bury my friend. I cried hard and decided to remove myself to the bathroom. I washed my face quickly. I looked in the mirror and saw Davis. I turned quickly and stared at him breathlessly.
"Breathe." Davis said slowly.
"What're you doing here?" I asked.
"Same as you." he said, " And I saw you come in here, figured now would be a good time to talk. That song was really nice."
"Thank you." I said self-conciously.
"I saw you at the Diner, but you ran off before I could see you." Davis said, staring at me, " But you move way faster than you used to."
"I just didn't feel like talking." I said quickly.
"Why are you being like this? Nervous and all. I thought we were alright, when I left you, we were alright." Davis groaned.
"I know. I know, but it's different when you're right here and..." I stopped, " Hi."
"Hi." he said.
"I'm..." I flashed my ring, " Engaged."
Davis nodded, " I knew you were here with Archie, but I didn't know that you were..." he trailed off.
"How do you know Archie?" I asked.
"His father sponsers the basketball 'thing' that you came to." he smiled.
"Oh." I smiled, " How's that basketball 'thing'?" I asked.
"I'm at North Texas." Davis said.
"You're at North Texas? Whatever happened to..."
"I figured you'd come back and I wanted to be close." Davis said. I stared at him, " I told you I was going to fight for you...and I am. I don't care if you're married with five kids, I love you."
I was speechless. I just smiled and left. As I got back outside, I saw Christina, Hannah, and Zack talking to Archie while Ballard and Kendall listened.
"You're really cute." Christina flirted, " Do you work out alot?"
"I, umm...." Archie stammered.
"I think you're really hot." Christina said drunkenly.
"Chris, maybe we should go." Hannah said, trying to drag her away.
"No! I'm trying to get laid." Christina said, making a scene.
"I guess some things never change." I said quickly, walking over to them, " Christina. Still a slutty, drunken mess."
"Hey, it's Davis' stalker." Christina chuckled, " I don't see Davis around here, so you might wanna track him before he gets too far." she laughed.
"That is enough!" Davis said, walking up, " He's not stalking me!"
Marco came over, " You guys, this is a funeral! This is Julie's fucking funeral! And you're making a scene!" he said angrily.
"Sorry, Mark." Hannah said.
I stepped into Christina's face and smelled the alcohol long before I did, " I know that you were the one who spread that rumor. Not sure if you made it up or just spread it, but I'm not the same fun-loving guy who left here. I'm all man-sized now. Christina, you're pathetic. Stay away from my fiancee', bitch." I said, turning to walk away, but then I knew it. This was my chance to say it all, so I turned around, " You know, for years, Hannah and Christina, you've outed me, made me go through hell, and messed up my relationships! I take the blame for most of that but you took so much from me that I had to leave. That I had to run away! Well, I'm telling you that I'm not running. I'm standing right here. You might have taken my life before, but now, I'm taking it back." I said, grabbing Archie's hand and guiding him away with me. Kendall and Ballard smirked and walked away with me. Davis sighed, shaking his head and walking in the opposite direction and Marco went back to the grave, while Christina and Hannah stood with Zack, mystified and embarrassed at the same time.
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