Reactions: Every Action Has a Reaction

By C Double R

Reactions is a sexy novel that will hold your interest from beginning to end!
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Shameka Nicole Williams- a savvy, sexy businesswoman who secretly loves having sex with strange men in strange places and has no interest in settling down. When she starts having the same reoccurring nightmare she seeks professional help. What Shameka discovers will change her life forever.
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Tracy Marie Jackson- Shameka's best friend since kindergarten and the sweet girl next door. She's married to her successful college sweetheart, Eric Jackson, runs a non-profit organization, lives in a million dollar condo in downtown Philly, Tracy has the perfect life. The only thing that's missing is a child. Just when things are going as planned tragedy strikes that rocks Tracy's world.
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Christopher Jamal Johnson- the retired NBA player turned ESPN sportscaster. He's married to his college sweetheart, Tina Johnson, has two beautiful children and is trying his hardest to leave his past behind, but this is proving to be the toughest challenge he has ever faced in his entire life. Can Chris gain the courage to put his philandering ways aside and become the faithful husband his wife always desired or will someone from his past prevent him from doing so?

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"C Double R is definitely the new Zane on the block! Reactions is a sexy well written novel that captures your attention from the first page to the last - Sandi Burgis, author of Feelings Flow

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jun 16, 2011
• ISBN: 9781463424480

C Double R

C Double R is the creator of the Crazzyazzwomen blog. The blog discusses everything from how to spot a “certain” kind of woman, keeping the sexy at home, making the right investment when it comes to your relationships and the list goes on! It is a blog definitely for the mature minded individual. It keeps it 100% and does not sugar coat because sugar coating is for food not conversation! C Double R is currently a Sex and Relationship Columnist for Crème Online Magazine, Urban Suburban Magazine and The Philadelphia Examiner. She also wrote articles in the past for EURweb Magazine. In addition, she occasionally co-hosted a relationship talk radio show. She has a strong passion for writing and her focus is on relationship and sex issues. She has a B.S. in Marketing and a M.S. in Organizational Leadership. She currently resides on the east coast with her son. Please visit www.cdoubler.com to read C Double R articles and be the first to hear about her new novels, upcoming special appearances and events.

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© 2011 by C Double R. All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

First published by AuthorHouse 07/06/2011

ISBN: 978-1-4634-2450-3 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4634-2449-7 (dj)

ISBN: 978-1-4634-2448-0 (ebk)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2011910057

Printed in the United States of America

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Contents

Acknowledgments

Chapter 1

Shameka Nicole Williams

Chapter 2

Tracy Marie Jackson

Chapter 3

Christopher Jamal Johnson

Chapter 4

My Way or No Way

Chapter 5

Only by the Grace of God

Chapter 6

It’s a Wrap

Chapter 7

It’s Like Candy

Chapter 8

We’re Expecting

Chapter 9

The Gang’s All Back Together Again

Chapter 10

Fucking Memories

Chapter 11

Boy or Girl

Chapter 12

Bottoms Up

Chapter 13

What’s Done in the Dark . . .

Chapter 14

Preparation Pays Off

Chapter 15

Back to Reality

Chapter 16

Time to See the Doctor

Chapter 17

And Down Comes Baby and All

Chapter 18

Truces

Chapter 19

And This, Too, Shall Pass

Chapter 20

Preparing For War

Chapter 21

I Always Feel Like Somebody’s Watching Me

Chapter 22

Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner?

Chapter 23

Living the Single Life

Chapter 23

Shook

Chapter 24

Getting to Happy

Chapter 25

The Nightcap

Chapter 26

Until Death Do Us Part

Introducing Dana Donatelli

This book is dedicated to the two most important people in my life: my son and my mother. Jordan, thank you for being my biggest fan and motivator. Mommy loves you. Mommy, thank you for being my biggest supporter in all that I do in life. I love you.

Acknowledgments

There are several reasons why this book came to fruition, but the first reason is the grace of God. I thank Him for the talent, time, and patience to write this novel. It’s been a long journey—almost 20 years—and now the journey is complete. I would like to acknowledge my mother, Patricia Edwards, for supporting me and always believing in me. Mom, you earned your bragging rights. I would like to acknowledge my beautiful son, Jordan Christopher Reed, for being my No. 1 fan in all that I do in life. You are my reason for trying. You will never fully understand how you truly motivate me. Thanks to my brothers and dad, Maurice, Lafayette, Andre, and Ronald, for helping to spread the word. Special thanks to my buddy. Double D. for always encouraging me to go after my dreams. It is what it is (inside joke). My girl, Monique Mims, (Ms. Nikki) thank you for believing in me from day one. You said you knew it was going to happen before it happened.

I would like to thank George Blackmon for doing a super-awesome job on the website (www.cdoubler.com). To my editor, Cindy Beatty from Proof Positive Papers: thanks for being patient and doing a great editing job. I hope you’re ready for the next manuscript because it’s coming! I would like to thank my publishing company, Authorhouse, and their publishing staff for their professionalism and guidance during the publishing process. A very special thank you goes to all of my readers and supporters on Facebook, Crème Magazine, The Examiner, Urban Suburban Magazine, and Crazyazzwomen blog. Thank you so much for your continued support and for helping to spread the word about C Double R. This one is for you! Also, if you love this book, which I hope you will, you will love Reaction II—New Beginnings coming 2012!

Peace and blessings,

C Double R!

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Chapter 1

 Shameka Nicole Williams

My name is Shameka Nicole Williams, and for as long as I can remember, I have been addicted to sex. I remember masturbating at the age of 9 to put myself to sleep. I used to let the older boys in the neighborhood stick their finger in my pussy for a lollipop and liked it. I used to sneak downstairs when my parents were sleeping to watch late-night porn movies. I always wondered why they showed the woman’s pussy but never showed the man’s dick. I would wait anxiously to see the naked man’s big, hard dick thrusting in and out of the screaming woman’s pussy, but it never happened. I always walked away wanting more. For some reason, I felt like I was cheated from the real sex experience. That had to change.

By the time I was 12, I was developed like Nikki Minaj, but my shit was au naturel. I had size 36 D tits, hips that poked out from here to there and an ass so big and round, you could put a cup on it and it wouldn’t move. You couldn’t tell from my hot ass that I wasn’t a grown woman. All the boys and men, especially the old perverts in the neighborhood, wanted to tap my pussy and I used it to my advantage. I got free water ice from the water ice man, free pizza from the boys in the pizza shop, and I even rode the bus for free. I had to admit: I was the shit and it felt great.

I grew up in an upper-middle-class neighborhood, wanted for nothing, and had loving parents. My mom was the head nurse in the emergency department at West Chester Hospital. She had rotational shifts and worked a double at least three times a week, which meant she was never home. And if she was, she was usually catching up on her sleep. My dad owned his own mechanic shop. He also put in long hours six days a week. He was off on Sundays, which was family day. As an only child, I had a lot of free time on my hands, which allowed me to act out a great deal of my sexual fantasies, especially when I was a teenager.

I remember when I first got my cherry busted. It was by the most popular dude in the neighborhood, Chris Johnson. Chris was an all-state varsity basketball player who was being scouted by all of the major college basketball coaches. He was 17 and I was 12. I could always feel him watching my ass when I got off the school bus. But every time I turned around to see if he was watching, he looked away. All the little hot-ass girls wanted Chris Johnson to bust their cherries. They were all older than me. I was in the seventh grade but they all were junior and seniors in high school. Their reasons were different from mine. They all knew Chris was going to the NBA and they wanted to get knocked up by him so they could be set for life. I just wanted to fuck, and one day I got my wish.

It happened one summer afternoon in 1993 when I was 12. I was sitting on my porch with my best friend, Tracy, and Chris walked by. He looked at me like he wanted to eat me right then and there. My pussy got moist just thinking about his dick inside me. I knew Chris wanted me and I guess he could tell I wanted him, too, because he called me over and off I went running, leaving my homegirl, Tracy, by herself on the porch.

Chris lived exactly four doors down. I followed him into his house and into his bedroom and that’s where I lost my virginity. Chris lay me down on the bed. He took off my sandals, he took off my sundress and started sucking on my breast. My titties were big, but very perky so I seldom wore a bra. In the summer, I rarely even wore underwear. So there I was, butt naked, on Chris’s bed ready to be taken by the boy who all the girls in the neighborhood wanted. But he picked me.

I could tell that Chris was very experienced, and he knew I was a virgin because he was very patient and gentle with me. He sucked on my titties very gently then he started biting my nipples, which turned me on so much I came in a matter of seconds. He took his fingers and played with my clitoris and then eased them into my tight wet pussy. I moaned with pleasure and wanted more. I grabbed his hand and made him put three fingers inside me. I thrust back and forth and moaned louder. He started kissing my navel, moved down to my thighs, and kissed them gently. Then he removed his fingers from my pussy and started kissing my clitoris while he spread my legs apart. I must have come four times while he licked my pussy. I felt like a 5-year-old on Christmas day. This was even better than I had imagined and much better than anything I had ever seen on television.

He stood up and started to undress, all while never unlocking his eyes from mine. When he got down to his drawers and took them off, I got nervous. It was the biggest dick I had ever seen, not that I’d ever seen one in person, but bigger than any I’d ever seen on television or in the magazines. I guess he felt my body tense up because he took my hand and gently placed it on his large penis. He gently stroked his hand on top of mine while I stroked his penis. The more I stroked, the harder and bigger it got. Then, he gently cupped my face and moved it toward his dick. I knew what he wanted and I was glad to give it. I’d never sucked a dick before but I was ready to learn. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and eased his dick into my mouth. I will never forget the taste, the smell, or the feel of his dick in my mouth. I was officially and instantly addicted to sucking dick. I let him cum in my mouth and made sure I swallowed every drop.

Then he lay me back down on his bed and gently eased his big fat dick into my throbbing pussy. It was uncomfortable at first, but after I got over the pain, it was all pleasure. I must have come five times when he was inside of me. The more I moaned, the more excited he became. Even though Chris was only 17, he fucked like a grown-ass man. He was gentle when he needed to be and rough when I wanted him to be. It seemed like we fucked for hours because when I left it was dark outside and Tracy was long gone.

Chris and I never told anyone that we were fucking, for obvious reasons. He was 17 and I was 12. The only person I told was Tracy, my best friend whom I’d sworn to secrecy. Chris and I continued our sexual interludes until he left for college in September. The first couple of times he returned from college, we got it on, but that soon faded because I was now onto bigger and better fucks with the other boys in the ‘hood. I could tell Chris had developed true feelings for me, but I wasn’t interested. I just wanted to fuck. He soon got the picture and stopped speaking to me and developed a serious relationship with a girl from college. I heard through the grapevine that they married after he was drafted by the Miami Heat.

By the time I was 17, I had gone through at least 10 sexual partners. One night, I had sex with an entire basketball team. I sucked five dicks and had three dicks inside all of my orifices at the same time. I must say, I enjoyed every inch of the dicks that were inside of me. That was my first time, but it damn sure wouldn’t be my last. I experimented with several of the girls at my school, mostly white girls. The white girls at my school were some freaky-ass bitches. They had a secret society that met every weekend for all-female orgies. I participated in two of these sessions, but realized that, while I didn’t hate pussy, I just loved dick.

I started working at one of the hottest strip clubs in Philly when I was 16. I didn’t need the money. I just loved the attention and the power that I had over the men who came into the club requesting to see Chocolate Thunder, my stage name. I had married clients, engaged clients, pro athletes, all types requesting private performances. I loved it because I was in control and making tons of money at age 16. Of course, the other bitches in the club were throwing shade and I had to defend myself. But trust me, don’t let the zip code fool you. Even though I was from the suburbs, my roots where in Philly. Technically, I was from the hood and could scrap like I was from there, too, which those bitches quickly learned. They gave me my space and knew not to fuck with me unless they were prepared to catch a beatdown.

I tried to keep my sexual dirt clean. In my neighborhood, I was known as the quiet, sweet, smart girl. Even though I was a sex fiend, I was an honor student and earned four-year scholarships to Temple, Howard, and Villanova University. I went with Villanova because it wasn’t too far from home and I could live on campus and still go home every weekend. My parents lived in West Chester, 45 minutes outside of Philly, where I did most of my sexual dirt.

Tracy ended up going to Temple University. She wanted me to go there, too, but I knew that was too close for comfort. Most of the dudes I kicked it with were from North Philly, right near Temple’s main campus. I convinced Tracy I wanted to go to Villanova for their business program. I could tell she really didn’t believe me, but she played along anyway.

I had those white dudes shook at Villanova. I was turning them out one by one. I also had them buying me shit. I learned very quickly that Villanova had some very affluent students. One guy was turned out so bad that he offered to buy me a BMW if I continued to turn him out. Of course I declined and just took the money instead. I fucked this one Jewish guy whose family was loaded and well-known. He liked it when I peed on him, tied him up, and stuck dildos in