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A/N: Babies what is good!!!! I am so rusty but Iâm so happy that I got this out for yall. Yall know I love me some Jonathan Majors, but I donât write for real life folks. Thatâs just MY preference, no shade to those who do. Please comment and like and reblog to let me know how yall feel. Letâs get into it!
The south side felt different duting the summer. Kids were out of school, frolicking in the streets and turning on the fire hydrants. The ice cream man made several stops throughout the neighborhood, the old heads played their card games and dominoes until the wee hours of the morning, and the bars stayed packed with ladies and gents to take a load off. Summertime Chi felt larger than life.
Delphine Freeman sat up in her bed and stretched her arms to the sky. Looking behind her, she saw an empty bed with nothing but a small note on her husbandâs pillow. âPicking up some things for breakfast. Be back soon, my love.â She picked it up and held it to her heart. That man of hers.
Delphine remembers the first time she encountered Atticus. Her family had just moved from Virginia, and she was totally new to the Midwest. At first, it was hard making friends at a new high school in a new place. Her accent and bumpkin ways attracted the wrong kind of attention among these city folks, so she kept to herself. Until one day when Atticus was helping his club attract new members, and he passed a flyer to her in the hallway. âYou should come. Who knows, you might find a friend here.â He had her, hook line and sinker with his gentle way and sweet smile.
Atticus looked like 6 days of beautiful creation from God above AND the seventh day of rest to her - she missed seeing his face this morning. Delphine laid back against the pillow that smelled like him and reminisced on their roller coaster ride of a relationship. Fighting entitled white people over magic and who it really belonged to and his birthright, his trauma from Korea and monsters straight out of a pulp bookâ nobody with sense would ever believe it. The storm was over now, and her and Tic lived in peace, as well as holy matrimony.
The memory of her betrothed looking so debonair in his suit on their wedding day made her heart palpitate. Her legs squeezed together, recalling those shoulders filling out that blazer and kissing those lips as they said âI doâ. She especially loved the surprise on his face when the ceremony was over and she slipped her hand in his pants right outside their wedding suite and him allowing her to take what was hers. âOooh, I love that man.â
She was feeling frisky now. The window was cracked with a moderate breeze flowing into the room but Delphineâs heat couldnt be contained. Flashes of him saving his entire family from catastrophe, him shirtless and bespectacled reading aloud one of his favorite pulp books while he laid in her lap, the look of adoration and love when they bought their home on the South Shore. Tic was all manâŚ.and all hers.
Sweat dripped between her large breasts, her coochie ached in the best way and she couldnât take it anymore. Delphine took Ticâs pillow and put it in between her legs. The reflection of her in the vanity bureau with her slinky nightgown raised up on her hips made her feel like she was a bit unhinged. If she didnât cum now, she would lose it. So she rode that pillow like its name was Atticus Freeman and he was the only thing that could satiate her.
Her clit hit the seam of the pillow so precisely, it almost took her over before she was ready. âShit, shitâŚ.oooh Tic babyâŚdamn..â She pushed the straps down from her nightgown to expose her breasts and she really got to moving.
The key in the front door lock clicked with Tic lumbering in with a couple brown paper bags of breakfast stuff. He went to the kitchen to put everything away, but could have sworn that he heard something from the shared master bedroom. He got the baseball bat they kept in the coat closet and inched toward the room. Tic pushed the door in slightly and what he was met with could have knocked him on his back.
His sexy ass wife rubbing her pussy in figure 8âs on his pillow. Tic made sure to be quiet putting the bat along the wall, and rubbing his crotch slowly to take Delphine in. He knew when she showed signs of her incoming orgasmâ shaking her head back and forth, fingers tangled in her hair, stomach flutteringâŚ..she was almost there. When she finally shouted in delight, he couldnât take it anymore.
The sound of a zipper coming down and broke her out of her trance. Delphine gasped when she saw her fine ass husband staring with bedroom eyes and pouty lips that made her wanna howl to the moon. âLooking for this?â He pulled his dick out of his pants and a deluge of fresh slick coated the meeting place between her legs.
Delphine almost started up again on the pillow but when the object of her deepest affections was just as hungry for her, it would be criminal to not take advantage. âDamn straight. Bring yo ass over here, four eyes.â
~
BB King played on the kitchen radio, and the lovely couple made breakfast together. Tic already put on a hot pot of coffee, and he sipped on a mug as he fried up some bacon. Delphine stood next to him in one of his shirts and panties, making her famous blueberry pancakes. Both hummed along and caught cute ass glances at each other, floating on their sensual high. It felt so good. Not having to worry about what the next day held and being allowed to just live.
The phone rang while Tic started cracking eggs, and he wiped his hands on the tea towel. âFreeman Residence. Lester, my man! Whatâs shaking? Nothing much brother, just me and the Mrs. making some breakfast. Sheâs doing VERY well, Iâll let her know you asked about her.â Delphine turned around with feigned shock when he said that, knowing his subtext and that he blew her back out for the ages just twenty minutes ago. She walked over with a huge smile and popped a blueberry in his mouth and kissed his lips.
He pinched her butt when she went back to the stove and finished chatting it up with Lester. âSunday? Weâll be there brother. See ya then.â Tic looked at the calendar on the wall next to the phone, to see if there was any extra obligations needed for the guidebook and his aunt Hippolyta. He also did some math and tried to remember his wifeâs last cycle. âThatâs why sheâs so friskyâŚâ
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Lester had a block party over where he stayed in Bronzeville, and it was jumping! All kinds of rhythm and blues and guitar singers filled the south side with a plethora of food to choose from. Little girls playing jacks and double Dutch, little boys doing bike races, the teenagers making googly eyes at each others and the elders trading recipes for lemonade and greens. Everybody would pitch in and bring something for the community to enjoy. Delphine took all of Friday to make 5 sweet potato pies from scratch and Tic grilled so many slabs of ribs, it was insane. Irene, Lesterâs wife was tight with Delphine; her and the other young women gossiped while sipping beers on their stoop.
âUh oh, âPhine. Tic is over there getting rowdy at that card table.â Irene loved to teaseâhe was putting them back and with each hand he won, the louder his voice carried. âOh hell. Lemme go feed my baby.â
Delphine made Ticâs plate with everything he loves â ribs, chicken, potato salad, cornbread, sausage dog with relish and an ice cold Budweiser. âHey baby, you been doing a whole lot of drinkin but not a lot of eating. Come on now.â Tic acquiesced and moved with her away from all the men. She sat on his lap at an empty table and fed him some of the food before he took over, and started feeding her too.
Ticâs skin was all tan and his arms and pecs were bulging in his shirt. He didnât even have to try to get her riled up. Delphine rubbed his back, and absentmindedly played with his ear. âAll right now. You know thatâs my spot.â They both had their fair share of alcohol that evening, and Delphine usually would have to beat Tic off with a stick. The shoe was on the other foot now. âTicâŚâŚI donât have any panties on..â
He almost choked on his beer when his minx of a wife started talking so salacious like in his ear. âI like this Delphine. She takes what she wants. What you trying to do? Only if you say it, will you be able to get what you want.â Delphineâs skin pimpled because he meant every word. All the ruckus and commotion around them meant nothing in that instance. Just her and her husband. âI want you to take me in that alleyâŚ..and do whatever you want to me..â
That sinful jawline clenched, and she knew he would do just that. Wasnât any more talking. He drained his beer, and dragged her down a few streets to a secluded alley. Delphine stood at the brick wall, flushed with the strap of her linen dress down her arm. Tic cradled her face and they kissed each other so deeply that they breathed for each other. She undid his pants letting them fall to his knees, and he picked her up.
Delphine was so wet, the slick was almost to the inside of her knees. Ticâs thrust was so strong, they both gasped aloud. âYes Tic, fuck me hard!â His face lived in the crevice of her neck, licking and kissing. Just like every muscle on his sculpted body, Tic was rock hard and filled her up so deliciously. The same BB king song from the other morning played and they were able to hear it still. Everything swirled around the both of them and yet nothing at all mattered. His low grunts were so sexy and she could tell he was about to cum.
âOooh I love this pussy baby, I love this pussyâŚ.I fuckin love you!â Atticus filled his wife up all the way that it spilled down her legs and the heat of it all triggered her to orgasm. She pulled him in even more and he expelled more of his love inside her. Tic brought her down to her feet, and she stumbled immediately. Tic steadied her and stuck his tongue down her throat yet again. âAtticus FreemanâŚ.the man of my dreams..â
~
The guidebook was doing so well.
Atticus and Hippolyta had been able to come to an agreement on operations; Atticus would be able to make final edits and handle submissions to the publisher and Hippolyta would be able to do most of the trips to update the stops. She acquiesced to Ticâs request that he would join her to assuage his nerves if she went more than 3 states away.
The book was flying off the shelves and Hippolyta had been able to meet some publishers in Kansas City and Detroit to put in some local Negro owned shops and apothecaries. It was the second Saturday in August, and the entire South Side would be at Washington Park for the Bud Billiken parade and festival. Delphine and Tic packed up their station wagon with fold up chairs, a cooler full of beer and pop, and more food to last a winter. Dee was finally feeling better and she rode with you guys to the Bud as she was Delphineâs favorite little cousin.
Everybody was rocking and rolling to the marching bands and majorettes. Delphine and Dee looked at all the floats and picked their favorite one. âOooh Dee, you see the grand marshal? Thatâs a good lookin man!â She made sure to say it in earshot of Atticus; she loved him a bit jealous and possessive. He cut his eyes at her, smirking behind his beer. âAll right now, donât get in trouble.â
âBaby, there is nothing more that I would love to do than be punished by you.â Delphine stuck her tongue down her husbandâs mouth, and Dee gagged at the public display of affection. âYâall are so gross I swear!â
The grand marshal announced who had the best float and the best marching band in Chicago, and the party went on until late in the night. âCome on, dancing queens, letâs get yâall home.â Atticus loaded the car up and Delphine and Dee fell asleep in the backseat holding each other. Atticus looked in the rear view full of gratitude and unbridled joy at his two girls. He stopped at Hippolytaâs house and carried Dee inside.
Delphine moved to the front seat after and waited for her husband to drive them home. The angles of his face illuminated by the streetlights made him even more handsome in the low light. She couldnât help but to stare. That same feeling from that other morning came back with a fierceness. He felt her eyes on him and winked at her. âYou looking like you still hungry for somethingâŚ..â
âThat mouth on my bodyâŚthatâs what I need.â Delphine sat with her back to the door and lifted her dress, pulled her panties off, and put them in his lap. Tic took them and sniffed them and was instantly engorged. That station wagon moved a little quicker then.
Fireworks were being shot near the lake and Tic and Delphine had a clear view from their balcony. âOoooh letâs see baby! Her ass clapped in her dress and Tic had to grip his meat walking after her. âLemme make sure the shoggoth is okay first. Keep it tight for me baby.âTic went to the basement and fed the shoggoth and calmed him down since they were gone all day. He had it down to a science now. Feed him a racist white man a day, and he would cooperate.
Delphine was out on the balcony totally enthralled. She jumped like a little kid when several popped at once, entrancing her with the bright colors. Standing at the window, he just gazed upon her. How did he get so lucky? Tic joined her on the balcony, wrapping those muscles around her waist. All the kisses behind her ear made her giggle just like how he intended. While she was off guard, he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and lifted her dress in one motion. âNow what you doing back thâOH!â
He slipped right into her pussy with the most earth shattering intrusion Delphine could ever experience. âShhhh shhh. We have to be quiet. Now Mrs. FreemanâŚ..I think I know whatâs gotten into you cuz I did the math. Itâs that other time of the month, ainât it?â
A breathy yes fell from her lips and it clicked for her. She was always incredibly horny and with shiny hair and skin at this particular point of the month. âYou tryna have my baby?â Tic whispered in her ear, and pinched her nipple as his hips stroked back and forth. âDelphine, are you tryna make me a father?â
She loved when he got rough with her, especially when they were at risk of being seen in the act. âYes, Atticus give me your baby.â His hands gripped hers on the railing and he let her have it. Delphine had already came twice but Tic was always generous; he wanted his wife to be satisfied. âHere it come..â Atticus held her right to his chest and gave her devastating thrusts and came deep inside her. Her head rolled back on his shoulder and they stood together still united as one as the fireworks show gave the finale. âI love you so muchâ they both said in unison and gazed at the sky.
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