Juan
As I walked towards Craig I recalled the conversation that I had with him earlier, I told Craig that Kara was in my office and that she told me what he did to her. “You are nothing but a spineless, punk. No man should ever put his hands on a woman; I don’t care what she has done. You just don’t hit a woman, Nana raised me better than that Craig and I know your mother would be hurt to find out what you have done.” Craig then says “I know I fucked up, she just made me so angry, if she had just left me alone like I told her then I would not have hit her.” “I don’t care what Kara did or did not do, you still did not have a right to hit her. What kind of man hits his women? You are supposed to be protecting your queen and not beating on her like you are fighting a man. You want to fight a man, when I get there you will get your chance. How could you Chris Brown your wife like that?
I want you to hit me so I can beat your punk ass. How can you hit the mother of your children and the first lady of your church? What kind of preacher are you? You have lost your freaking mind over a piece of ass, you need to get down on your knees and ask God to forgive your stupid ass. Then you need to call your wife and make it right, I will see you in a few minutes and I am going to give your ass a chance to hit a real man. Got dammit why you would do something so stupid astonishes me. I just can’t understand, you are supposed to be the healer and all you have done recently is hurt people. What the hell are you thinking? What is going on?”
When I arrive at the church, I am madder then the devil when someone gives their life to Christ. I cannot see clearly and I want his ass to hurt, just like he hurt Kara. I want him to think twice before he raises his hands to another woman. I get out the car and I am getting ready for the rumble in the church parking lot. I walk towards Craig with my fist balled up and fire in my eyes.
I was going to stomp his ass right on the church grounds. Pastor or not his ass deserves a beat down for this shit. Before I could open my mouth the fool sucker punched me. He hit me so hard he knocked me out. When I came to myself, I swear I heard the angels singing “we fall down but we get up.” I could have freaking died and his ass left me out on the ground. I got up and was kind of dazed, then his ass comes hugging me and saying he was sorry.
“What the fuck you do that for?”
He said he thought I was going to hit him so he hit me first. I wanted to beat his ass, but for some reason all of a sudden a spirit of laughter came over me and all I could do is laugh my ass off. It was funny; I guess God knew I did not need to be acting a fool on the church grounds.
I told him to take his ass in the church and get ready for the evening revival services and we will finish this after the meeting tonight. I was standing out there in the parking lot with one shoe on still trying to get my head clear. He must have hit me so hard that I lost my $1600 Rodeo Scuro Ostrich Claw Gucci shoe. You should have seen me crawling up under cars trying to find my shoe.
This is not over; I will get even in my own way. I decided to stay for the evening services and after the service we will be talking. I am not sure what is going on with Craig but he better get his ass together. He has let some young fool get all up in his head. He needs to understand that, that young ass will one day get old. He has too much going for him then to mess it up over some damn ass.
I call Nicole and she tells me that she has the evening off and she took Kara by the house to get some clothes. I ask where the kids are and she said that Kara’s sister picked the kids up and she will be keeping them for the rest of the week. She said that Kara will be staying with her until she decides what she wants to do next. I tell Nicole that the fool sucker knocked my ass out. She said “I thought you where supposed to do the knocking out.” I started laughing again and I told her I would call her later. As I prepare to enter the church I stopped and said a prayer for Kara and Craig. This is so messed up, what if the church finds out what is going on? That would not be good at all, the man of God beating his wife like she is a man.
Nicole
“Kara what is going on my friend, has his ass ever hit you like this before?”
“No but he has been under a lot of pressure recently.”
“Kara that does not give him a right to put his hands on you, one day he might take it too far and kill you. The next time he puts his hands on you need to take Madeas advice and play grit ball with his ass. Boil you some water and get the long cooking grits and throw some hot grits in his face and then beat his ass with the pot. You know you deserve better! Please move on before someone gets seriously hurt. It is obvious that he doesn't respect you or care about you! All the signs are there for you to move on; you just have to find the strength to do so! The shit he got is materialistic and can be replaced! There is nothing stopping you from having your own except excuses! Remember it is easier to mend a broken heart than it is spend the rest of your life in jail for killing a worthless piece of excrement! See, I told you I was going to stop cursing.”
“Nicole, I need to tell you something but you must promise that you will never ever tell anyone else about what I am going to tell you. Please promise me that you will not tell.”
“I promise that I will keep it to myself and I will take it to my grave.”
“I don't have anyone else to tell this to, my life as I know has changed forever. A few years ago I came home from work early and I caught Craig in our bed several times with little boys. Yeah, he likes fucking young’ins in the ass. He promised that he wouldn’t have sex with men any more and now he was he’s bringing these twenty year olds in our house and in our bed. I was devastated, I think I lost it for a little while, but I decided then that I was not going to leave him, no matter what. I worked too long and hard to get what we have and I’ll be dammned if I am going to leave and let some sissy take my place. Craig told me that he would stop seeing men on the side, but I did not believe him. I think that he was born a bisexual male and I have come to grips with that. I can give him all the pussy in the world and he will still have a need for men and I understand that.
“Oh my god, what are you telling me Kara, that you are married to a sissy, a punk, a faggot, a mud packer, a dirty ass demon processed dick sucking bitch? Hold on let me get my gun out of the closet and let’s go down to the church and light that place up like it is Christmas day!”
“Can you please just be quiet and let me talk for a minute? The other day this kid named Ezekiel called me, he told me that he and Craig where lovers. He said that he wanted me to know what was going on with him and my husband. I told him that I already knew about him and that Craig never keeps any thing from me. Then I asked him not to call me again and I told him that he should be having this conversation with my husband. He then said well bitch, what if I was to tell you that I am HIV positive and your husband is fucking me raw? I screamed and I dropped my lead crystal vase on the floor and it shattered in a million pieces. So, I confronted Craig when he got home that night and that is when he went running in the closet. I was not going to have his little boys calling my house and disrespecting me. I am not sure why, but my heart is so broken for Ezekiel. I am planning on having lunch with him this week because he wants to talk. Do you think that is a good thing to do? Or will she ambush my ass?”
“Are you asking me a question because you want me to respond or are you talking to yourself? Because what I have to say you may not want to hear.”
“Please say something.”
“Well girl, I am so pissed at you for staying in a mess like this. What in the hell are you thinking? You are too beautiful and intelligent to put yourself through this. Have you been tested?”
“Yes, I have been tested. Craig seems to have lost interest in sex with me after the twins where born. I have always been willing to try and do anything for him in the bedroom. I tried talking to him about it but he's always tired, working, or not in the mood. The lack of intimacy has put a distance between us and he seems not to care. This is a serious issue to me; I am starting to feel that if he's not willing to take care of my needs someone else will be more than happy to punch the clock for him. I'm at the point to where I'm feeling unattractive and vulnerable to possibly cheating on him. I just want someone to hold me and make me feel special again. But to answer your question, I was tested after I gave birth and we have not had sex since. So, I think I am ok, but I am not sure about him.
I know you can’t understand this but he has cheated on me a few times with men, lied to me all the time, forgot my birthday, no cards on valentine’s day and the list goes on and on. The other day when we had an argument that is when he beat me till my arms were bruised to the point of being blue and black, and choked me till I just about passed out. This is not the man I fell in love with. He apologized & said this was his "demon" and he would never let it happen again. He has never hit me before and he tells me he is going to change and will never do it again. I hate him for all of the things he has done.
I hate the fact that he treats his boy toys better than he has treats me. He tells me that I have stuck with him through everything and I treat him better than any other person ever has. But I must ask myself, if I'm so good then why has he hurt only me and not the others? Why not that boy, why me? That's what I get for not cheating on him like he cheated on me
When we got married it was a day that I looked forward to for a lifetime and I will be dammned if I let anything get in my way. All of my life I have been looking forward to my wedding day. As a child I dreamed about my wedding and I just want to be married and have kids and spend the rest of my life with the one man I love. I love him but I am so miserable and I can't stop obsessing over our past. Maybe it is my fault that he beat me up because I kept talking about what he did to me in the past. My grandmother says a man should beat his women every now and then just to keep her in check. I know I sound stupid but I love him and I don’t care what he does as long as he does not bring it home. I am Mrs. Craig Stevens now and I will all ways be Mrs. Craig Stevens the First Lady of First Beulah Baptist Church of Rockdale County, Atlanta Georgia.
Nicole
Kara starts crying and I start crying and we start crying together. I say we need to have a few drinks. So, I pull out a few bottles of Damskaya my Russian Vodka. "Between us girls," is the catchphrase for this vodka intended for women. After a few drinks or should I say a bottle and a half, we crawled up in my bed and Kara started crying again. I grabbed Kara and just held her as we were lying in bed; our faces where face to face. The next thing I knew she grabbed my face and kissed me right on the lips. I asked her if she had ever done this before and she said no. This was our first time, our first experience we paused for a moment wondering who should go first and who would be the aggressor. We let our hands explore each other trying to find the spots to make us quiver. Her hand embraces my cheeks, her fingers brush against my lips. Tracing them back and forth with her finger, just like a feather, soft and sweet before she leaned in to give me a kiss. I was so surprised at how gentle she was I leaned in to assist showing her that I had ceased my insecurities and welcoming her in for more.
Her hands travel up my shirt, they where cold at first I quivered as her fingers twiddle my nipples. My nipples grow hard through my shirt baring my nakedness and just how wonderful her caress was. She lifted my shirt above my head and being as gentle as she could, not wanting to rush or offend me. She laid on the bed making me feel at ease and not pressured into my first experience. Her lips and tongue graze my belly while making her way to my already hardened nipples. I felt her sucking my nipples as if she was a child trying to gain her mother’s milk. My body begins its path to orgasms as she go from one nipple to the next, stimulating them both. Her fingers begin to roam and find their way between my legs massaging and stroking my clitoris. The more her fingers toy with my joy the more aroused I was; waiting for her lips to touch my sweet treat.
Her tongue began flicking at my clitoris while my tongue journeys to her toy with amazement. The sexual fantasies made up between woman and man played out by us using toys made by man’s hands. We made each other melt; measuring our pleasure by whose body was quivering the most. I took her love between my lips and mine between hers, filling each other up and begging for more. We began our night searching each other souls surprised an amazed at the things we were ready to explore.
Kara
It is six o’clock in the morning and I wake up in Nicole’s bed naked and not really sure what just happened. I feel strange but at the same time I feel like I just took some kind of spiritual journey. All I know is that I feel better and stronger; I know what we did last night was wrong, but it was something that only two women could experience. I now have an inner strength that no man could ever give me. I know that I am not a lesbian and I am glad that I experienced what I did last night. I am so scared and I am not sure how Nicole will look at me now. Our bond has just grown deeper and I am not speaking in a sexual way but in a spiritual way, this is a sister to sister thing.
Nicole
“Good morning Kara, I hoped you enjoyed last night as much as I did. Our first time how wonderful and sweet, I can’t wait until the next time our souls will meet and create love between the sheets.”
To Be Continued…
Malek AKA MA
