All Signs Point to You Part Two by Navaura Campbell (uplifting books for women .TXT) 📖

whirled around. Throwing her purse on the floor, she turned back to face him. He whispered, "Damn girl, how in the hell did you get in that dress?"

She narrowed her eyes flirtatiously, "Why?"

He answered with a sneaky grin, "Because, I want to take it off."

Denise raised her hands up in the air and wiggled her hips. "How about I take it off?"

He raised a brow. "Are you going to strip for me?"

She laughed, "That's not a bad idea."

Jordan pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and went to her bed. Sitting down on the edge, he released his lip and tried to sit up straight, but it was hard to do. He said, "Take it off."

Denise laughed and pulled the straps down. She pushed the dress down her chest, to her waist. When she got there, she wiggled her hips again. Jordan let out a loud whistle.

"Not so loud, mom's sleep."

Jordan laughed. "Ok, I'm sorry."

She pulled the dress off of her hips and down to her ankles. When she bent over, Jordan's eyes went big and his ears flushed at the tips. "Wow."

Denise giggled, "Want me to turn around?"

He said, "Yeah."

She turned around and laughed, "I can still hear the beat, Jordan. It was like..." She began humming and moving her hips. He just stared, face flushed, thinking of all the things he wanted to do to her. Finally, when she broke out into another number, he grabbed her by the waist. "Come here." He slurred. She laughed as she felt him pick her up in his arms and take her to the bed. She smiled, and grabbed a bicep, "Can I bite you?"

He laughed, and whispered, "Only if I can bite you."

Denise, feeling heavy, giggled again, "Take me now."

Jordan stopped what he was doing and laughed, "What?"

"You heard me." She stated.

He kissed her lips, "how about if I kiss you?"

"That would work too, but why is it that every-time we have sex, you feel the need to kiss me? Can't you just screw me sometimes?"

Jordan laughed "No."

"Why not?" She whispered.

"Because this is my best way to express how much I love you."

Despite the intoxication, Denise's heart melted, "Aw, baby. Shouldn't we call it making love then? That's what people do when they make love."

Jordan laughed, "Yeah. I suppose." He whispered, "You want me to show you how much I love you, Denise. How much I want you and need you in my life?"

She whispered, "Why do you always have a way of saying the sweetest things?"

Jordan laughed,"Because they come from my heart. I'm going to show you just how much love I have for you."

With that, he moved his body lower, taking her foot in his hand. He placed delicate kisses on her feet. She whispered, "How do you learn this stuff?"

He whispered, "Sometimes I see them on tape, other times read about them in books, but this is a pure act of my imagination."

Denise giggled when she felt his mouth cover her toes. "It's a good thing I took a shower." She stated. He kissed them and then went to her ankle. He kissed that one and then did the other one the same way. He worked his way up her body, using his tongue and his mouth, all the while listening to her reactions. When he got to her underwear, she whispered, "This is one of my favorite parts."

He looked up at her, "is it?"

"Yes, the way you move your tongue is unbelievable."

He said, "Move your hips up, babe."

She said, "No. Rip them off."

He laughed at this, "What?"

"You heard me."

Jordan stared at her underwear, "They look pretty expensive."

Denise growled. "Rip them off."

Jordan raised both brows, "You sure are aggressive when you're drunk."

Denise laughed, "I'm not drunk."

"Denise, you could barely make it up the stairs."

"Jordan, either rip the panties off, or I'll do it." She spoke, eager to get his tongue to working on her body.

Jordan used a little of his strength to rip them at the sides. He grabbed her thigh and bit into it. Applying a medium pressure. She sighed, "Much better."

He grabbed the other and did the same. Denise felt her nipples erect. And she spoke her pleasure through a moan. He made his way up to her center, loving the way she tasted, felt, and smelled. When she finally reached a climax, he felt himself reach one. But instead of draining him, this turned him on even more, leaving him solid and achy. Pulling her body down to his, he whispered, "Denise?"

She said, "Jordan...That was great, baby."

He could tell she was ready to dose off, so he grabbed her legs, pushed them open and watched her eyes open as he slid into her. Tightly, her insides wrapped around him. He swallowed and went in deeper, till he completely filled her. He started out slow, but when that didn't work to liven her up, he pushed in faster. She started to moan, He grabbed her legs, pulled them up a bit and pushed hard into her. Her eyes flew open. He moved into her again, at the same pace. After doing this for a while, he felt her juices begin to flow. He continued on. It wasn't long after that, when her body did an arch and she moaned loudly, she began to meet his thrusts until they both were brought to a climax. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him into her. Her legs secured tightly around his waist.

"It's really hot." She whispered.

That's when he remembered to use a condom.

five weeks later

Diary,

I have a question, how long does it take a girl to figure out she's pregnant? I figure it must not be that long, because I can barely stand the smell of food when it's cooking. I feel like I'm always doped up on something. The other day, Vanessa had to come in my room and wake me up, because I didn't wake up on my own. My breasts are really sore, and to top it all off, I'm horny all of the time. I don't think there's been a night where Jordan and I haven't had sex this week. It's like I want it all the time. I mean I was horny before, but now, it lasts for hours and hours. I think even he's getting tired of sex. He stopped suggesting that we do anything of that nature. Last night I went over to his house to check on his mother, to see how she was doing, and well...she's almost ready to go I must say. Well, that's all for now,

De-De.

 

May 12, 2000

two days later:

Denise's eyes flickered close and then open, and then closed a final time. She groaned, wishing it all would end. She was so nauseous, that she couldn't even move. It was too much for her to take in all at once. Now, she lay in bed thinking of all the ways her mother would kill her once she found out.

She groaned and turned over onto her side. As she did this, the fluids in her stomach shifted and she felt the queasiness creep up her throat. Activating the gag reflex. As this happened, Victoria came into the room, and said in a loud obnoxious way, "Mom said get your butt up right..." Vicki's speech trailed off as she watched Denise puke up an empty stomach.

Grabbing her nose, Vicki gasped, "Oh, my God, that's the worse....Mom!!!!!"

Denise was too out of it to keep her silent. Besides, she felt acid swirl around in her stomach, creating even more of a gag reflex. Again, acid contents spewed forth and she retched her stomach of it's acids. As she stared at the floor, she watched as yellow acid filled the thick saliva it swirled in. Just looking at it made her throw up again.

By this time, Vicki had stopped screaming and was staring in mortification at her. "You're pregnant."

Just as she said this, Mrs. Richards came into the room, looking frantically around, till her eyes fell upon Denise. "Are you ok, baby?"

Denise gaze stayed on Victoria, begging her not to say anything. Her sister sighed and said, "I think she needs a doctor mom, she's throwing up." This was when Mrs. Richards glanced down at the liquid in front of her daughter's bed. Making a nasty face, she put her hand up to her mouth, "Denise...no school for you today." She pushed her daughter back on the bed. Denise felt as if her insides were being turned outside.

"I think you should call Dr. Cooper mom. She's too sick to make it to the hospital."

Mrs. Richards turned to Victoria. "It's probably just the stomach flu. I can get that taken care of."

Victoria stared at Denise, and then her gaze went back to her mother, "Are you sure about that?"

Mrs. Richards smiled, "Yeah, now, hop your butt to school. I'll stay with her."

Victoria cleared her throat, "uh..." She hesitated, wanting to say something, but knew it wasn't her place. Looking at Denise one last time, she said, "I hope you feel better." Off she left for school.

Two days later and Denise still couldn't eat or drink anything. Not even water. She just continued to vomit. So, out of pleading by her family, and admittance that her oldest daughter did not have the stomach flu, Renee Richards reluctantly called Dr. Cooper for a check up. When asked why she couldn't be brought in, Renee explained to him her daughter's symptoms. That's when it dawned on her what was wrong. Denise was sick, yes, but not because of the stomach flu.

Chapter Fifty Four

Chapter Fifty Four : A baby

 

 

Denise stopped outside her mom's room two days after Dr. Cooper's visit and stuck her head in. "Hey mom."

Mrs. Richards turned to face her daughter, "Are you ready to talk?" She'd been putting her brief case inside the closet, having just gotten off of work.

"Yes." Denise whispered, standing outside her door.

"Come in and close the door."

Denise obeyed and came in. She closed the door behind her. She took a seat on the bed, next to her mother.

"Mom..." She began. She didn't know how to address what she'd been told by her parents. The news still was hard for her to accept. Though she loved Jordan, she wasn't ready for a child.

"You did use protection, right?"

Denise nodded, "Yes." Which was partially true. She'd used protection up till prom night.

"So, the condom broke?" Mrs. Richards raised both brows in hope. She'd at-least be able to accept that idea. Anything else was beyond redemption.

Denise broke out into a smile, "Of course mom.” The answer was obvious in just those three words. It hadn't. Mrs. Richards nodded her head, "So, you and Jordan used protection every time?"

Denise sighed, "Most of the time."

Mrs. Richards nodded, "I can't believe I'm going to be a grandmother."

Denise just stared. She couldn't believe she was going to be a mother. She turned her gaze to the mirror and stared, wondering how Jordan would feel about becoming a father.