I was beginning to get worried when he didn't call me that night. Javon was never like this, he always called, and it had been over 3 hours. I tried calling him back but apparently, the phone was busy because all I kept hearing was the dial tone. Where the hell was he?
Javon and I had been dating for 6 months and things between us were very serious. We had already exchanged the "I love you's" and we began to talk about settling down with each other. Javon was cute, a very strong and caring man; he was made of pure muscle, and many people mistook him for a pro football player. We were so cute together, I was 15 years younger, but it just worked. His 6'2 stature matched well with my petite 5'5, not to mention I looked like the trophy wife. In my second year of law school, I had big breast, long black hair, thick ass, and shapely legs; I was the type of woman men dreamed of. And not to mention a good black man is hard to find, so when I found Javon I kept him.
It was three days, four packs of cigarettes, and too many tears later when he finally decided to contact me; I was so angry at the time I didn't even want an excuse, even a good one. But what he told me I didn't expect.
"Toni, baby, I love you, and I can't lose you. But I have to be honest with you: I'm married."
As expected, my heart dropped deep in my chest, and the tears starting flowing immediately. I couldn't breathe. My whole entire world was flipped in a matter of two seconds. I didn't want to hear anymore of the story; I was done. I would leave Javon and find someone new and someone who didn't lie to me.
"Toni, please hear me out. My wife is named Janette and she wants to meet you. We have been looking for someone to add into our family for years now. Toni, you're the one to be with us, I know it. I can't have you leave me, but if you do I understand."
Talk about being heated, I was damn near ready to kill this man for breaking my heart. But for some reason I couldn't just walk away. For starters, I deeply loved Javon and his semi-apology was sincere, and second I had a strong inclination for women. I had never really been with a woman, not in a loving and trusting atmosphere, anyway, and this seemed like a good opportunity to take advantage of a possible threesome. I would fuck him and her, gain valuable pussy eating skills, and then leave; off to find my real soul mate. It sounded like a plan.
I was sitting in my car on their driveway the very next day, "What the hell have you gotten yourself into Toni? You don't know this chick, what if she doesn't like you? Well, Toni, get your shit together and knock that boy down".