Sex Degrees of Separation

Chapter One

Carl lay on the bed and blinked his eyes a few times to adjust them to the bright sunlight coming through the window and illuminating the room. He focused on a spider web in the corner of the ceiling and then slowly sat up. He didn't have a shirt on and even first thing in the morning the man was drop dead gorgeous and he knew it. Carl was 6'3'' tall and 230 pounds of pure muscle. He worked out, but not excessively - so he wasn't overly built. He had twelve pack abs and a chest that was begging to be laid on by the lucky lady of the day.

Carl had a caramel complexion and big doe eyes that made him appear more innocent and trustworthy then he truly was. His low cut fade and clean cut face completed the mirage of legitimacy, however everyone who knew him or had even heard of him knew otherwise. He had been in and out of jail and prison his entire 32 years and wasn't done yet.

He was chasing money like there was no tomorrow and had hurt and destroyed a whole lot of people along the way. The only thing that kept him alive was the fact that people were too scared to retaliate for fear of never being heard of again.

He had no true friends and liked it that way. He was by no means a loner but he didn't let anybody get too close because of knowing what the consequences could be and he wasn't willing to take that chance no matter the circumstances. 

Constantly surrounded by random people - there were a few that he kept around just for the monotony of it, like Jay. Jay was a cool cat and he served his purpose.  For that reason he kept him in his camp. It was good to have somebody on your team that would lay down his life for you at any time.  Jay was that dude.  Valuable, but disposable nonetheless.

Carl looked down at his piece for the week, her name was Darlene. She was average in the face but her body was in a different league. She had what men call a Coca Cola shape, you know, like the bottle.

She had just given birth to a little girl only four months prior but had pulled herself together quick, fast and in a hurry. She knew that her body was her meal ticket so she kept it tight. He had spent the last few nights at her house just because the sex was off the chain.  It had to be for him to put up with somebody else's crying baby for three nights.

He had five kids that he knew of and a couple of “possibles” (like in a backyard game of Spades) and he didn't even deal with them for longer than five minutes. But, Darlene was a decent cook and because nobody he knew of was aware of their rendezvous, he crashed at her apartment; strictly because of the fact that he could do so without being bothered. He'd move around as soon as it all got too familiar.

Darlene had just sent her baby daddy to prison after getting fed up with him constantly putting his hands on her, so she was free as a bird for at least 18 months and she planned to make the best and the most of a bad situation. She lived in a subsidized housing complex called Green Brook and currently her rent was only $18 a month.  She thought she was living it up.  Knowing Carl's type, she planned to milk him for everything she could for as long as she could. 

Darlene felt kind of bad about having him around her baby girl so soon after they hooked up, but her mama had been tripping lately about babysitting so in her mind she had no choice.

She heard the distant cry of her baby and it shook her out of her deep sleep. "Shit!!! I feel like I just went to sleep five minutes ago."

“Girl, we went at it all night. That was like five minutes ago that you finally fell asleep homey."

Darlene rolled her eyes and threw the covers off, swung her legs to the side of the bed and reached down to pick her robe up off of the floor. As she stood up to put on her robe, Carl saw her titties jiggle up and down slightly and immediately he was hard as a rock.

"Damn girl, come here one time right quick. I need another round before I get up outta here." Carl licked his lips and thought about having her go down on him again because the name Superhead had been given to the wrong chick. Darlene knew exactly what she was doing and didn't care anything about you looking at her while she did her thing either.

Some chicks would try to act all uppity while sucking dick which was something that Carl could never understand.   You can't suck dick and try to be discreet and cute at the same time. He looked up from stroking himself and realized that Darlene was walking out of the room. "Ay! Where you going baby girl?"

"Boy, you hear my baby crying. I've gotta go get her. Keep doing what you're doing, you'll be alright."

“See, that's why I don't mess with chicks with kids” Carl thought. “I can't play second to nobody especially some little bastard, brat baby.”  Darlene walked into her daughter Celine's room and turned on the light. Celine was lying on her back and kicking her legs in the air like she was riding a bicycle. Celine was born almost three months premature, so she was tiny for her age and she still had a feeding tube down her nose because she had difficulty swallowing.

Darlene hated to admit it, but she couldn't stand looking at her own daughter because she wasn't exactly cute. She had a large forehead and even though she was just a baby she had the face of an old lady. Oddly enough, at four months old Celine looked almost identical to Darlene's 50 year old mother. Despite her disconnect from her daughter, Darlene vowed to keep her daughter out of harms way. Something her mother had never done for her.

Her mother claimed to be a lesbian now, but she wasn't always. Darlene's father had died when she was nine, and her mother remarried when she was 11. Her step-father thought that one of the perks of the marriage was sex with his step-daughter. Almost every night he'd tip-toe into Darlene's room and have his way.