This silenced me, but it didn’t calm me. I just had too much of his weight to breathe easily.
He took it off by putting it into a forearm but I remained silent because his face was so close to mine, I thought he was going to kiss me and I didn’t want to miss that in order to keep ranting.
Unfortunately, he didn’t kiss me.
He whispered, “You need to calm down.”
“I’m not gonna calm down.” I did not whisper. “This is despicable.”
“Like I said, it was a long time ago.”
“It could be fifty years, it could be two days, it doesn’t change the fact it’s despicable.”
“Jussy—”
“You’ve been blaming yourself for twenty-three years,” I declared.
Deke fell silent.
“Haven’t you?” I pushed.
“It’s on me,” he said quietly.
“You’re very, very wrong,” I returned resolutely. “And my guess, your mother knew that. My guess, your mother knew just what a vile bitch that bitch was and she wished she’d been able to save you from that. So that makes what that vile bitch did even worse. Because you’ve held guilt for twenty-three years and your mother held guilt for not protecting you when both of you should have never been touched with that emotion because that vile bitch is a vile…fucking…bitch.”
Deke said nothing.
I panted for a while, still pissed.
Then I realized he wasn’t saying anything.
“Deke?”
“You done fuming?”
“I’m not fuming, Deke, I’m ranting.”
“Right,” more humor in his tone, “you done ranting?”
“No, I wanna know her name.”
I felt Deke’s body tense. “Jussy—”
“Tell me her name, Deke.”
“Justice, it’s long over. Twenty-three years. The damage is done and everyone’s moved on.”
“Except you who thinks that’s on you.”
Deke again went silent.
“Her name,” I bit out.
“What do you think you’re gonna do?” he asked curiously.
“Get Mr. T to find her and then I’ll have a think and after I’ve had my think I’ll activate Operation Fuck Up Vile Bitch’s Life.”
The bed started shaking because Deke’s body was shaking because he was laughing.
Hard.
“I’m being deadly serious,” I whispered and I sounded it.
He touched the tip of his nose to mine and whispered back, sounding just as serious (without the deadly part), “Fuck, you’re cute.”
On no he did not.
“Don’t call a revenge-minded girlfriend cute, Deke,” I rapped out.
He pulled away but only half an inch.
Then he stated, “Right, how’s this for revenge? She’s a cunt. She was a cunt when she was a little kid. She didn’t grow out of that. And years later, when I went back thinkin’ the same thing as you, watched her to find my way in to get mine back, I found she hadn’t changed. She’s got everything and she doesn’t see it as bounty. She sees it as rightfully hers, and the more she’s got, the more she wants. She’ll never be happy. Not ever. Not with a man. Not with her life. So I took off and left her to her misery. And right now, lyin’ under me is a pretty, sweet, cute woman with great fuckin’ hair who digs me, is fuckin’ phenomenal in the sack, and she’s got more talent in her than anyone I’ve known or ever will. And she sees all God’s seen fit to grant her as bounty. She doesn’t expect shit. She lives. She works. She gives good to the people around her. And she gets that back. That’s revenge, gypsy. I got a good life and I’ve had that for years. I made that life myself. She’s entitled and miserable because she feeds off that and she’ll have nothin’ but that until the day she dies.”
Sometimes it just plain sucked that he was so wise.
“I was thinking more along the lines of paying her stylist to make all her hair fall out and setting up her husband or boyfriend with a call girl and sending her the pictures, but your revenge works too,” I mumbled.
“Glad you think that way,” he mumbled back.
I kept up with the mumbling. “Though yours works, mine’s better.”
Deke’s hand slid down my side, over my hip, in and he pushed my leg open so his hips fell through, doing this saying, “See? Jesus. She’s cute and I gotta fuck her and I just got done fuckin’ her.”
“I support this option for our next activity because I have some residual Vile Bitch feelings to work out.”
His mouth hit mine but when it did, he didn’t kiss me.
He spoke.
“Just sayin’, it wasn’t actually me givin’ you the option.” And with that, I felt as he slid the tip of his hard cock through my gathering wet.