Loving You Without Limits

1

Rodney Wiggins

Ten years ago

The year 2007

You still haven’t decided which school you’re going to, man? my best friend, Deqavious asked as he and I walked out of the locker room together.

It seemed that for the past month or so, that’s what everyone around me has been inquiring about. I could be at the grocery store getting snacks for my room, and a complete stranger would walk up and ask me which school I was going to pick to attend college. For those of you who may be a little confused on why just about every person in Miami was inquiring about my desired school, it’s because I’m Rodney Wiggins.

My name rang bells in just about every part of the world due to my phenomenal skills on the football field. People were comparing my skills to some of the greatest who ever played, such as Jim Brown, Lawrence Taylor, and Joe Montana. To me, it was an honor for my name to even be in the same sentence as those legends because those were players that I had hung up on my wall, hoping to one day be on the same level as them.

I felt like the people of Miami were depending on me, which was why everyone was down my back so hard, wanting to know my school of choice. Signing day was a few weeks away, and truth be told, I felt like I wouldn’t have my mind made up until maybe seconds before the reporter asked me which school I was going to go with. I had schools like Ohio State University, Duke, Notre Dame, and just about every other university in Miami damn near on their knees, begging me to come to their school and play football. Coaches were flying down to Miami, taking my black ass out to eat, and trying to persuade me in any way they could so that I would choose their school.

One Coach even took me down to the Chevrolet lot and told me that I could pick out any Corvette on the lot. I had to admit, that almost won me over because a year ago, I’d said in an interview that a Corvette was my dream car. So, let’s just say that nigga knew what he was doing. I couldn’t be bought, though, so I turned that option down, even though it was damn near the hardest decision in my life.

All of this was new to me because, for the past eighteen years of my life, no one had ever given me shit. This feeling of someone wanting me as if their life depended on it, I’d never had that before. Hell, my own fuckin’ parents didn’t want me. Other children’s parents raised me. From the time I slipped out of my mother’s pussy, I was put in the system. I grew up living in foster homes, and if I ever got adopted, something always happened with my adopted parents that would cause me to be put back in foster care. Either I was getting my ass beat for no reason at all, the living arrangements weren’t up to par for the government, I was being deprived of food, and something that I don’t like to talk about, being sexually assaulted by my foster mom.

You’d be surprised that people don’t do anything anymore out of the goodness of their hearts. Every household that took me in, I felt that they were doing it for the money because they treated me like shit. They made sure to let me know that I was just a piece of shit that my parents had left in an alley, and that I was never going to be shit.

I had been told shit like that since I was about five years old, and everyone knows that all the things that you take in, you will eventually believe that shit. For years, I thought that I wasn’t shit. It wasn’t until a ball got in my hands that I started thinking differently.

At a football game, when fans were screaming my name in the stands like their life depended on it is when my mindset changed. When people were in the stands with my jersey number on, is when I started to feel a shift in my thinking. When little boys walked up to me and told me that they wanted to be like me when they grew up is when I realized that I actually meant something to somebody. I was actually somebody, and all the shit that my foster parents would tell me over the years wasn’t true.

Not yet, man. Everybody all in my ear, telling me which school I should pick, but this is a decision where I have to just go with my heart. I can’t take advice from you, the fans, my girl, or no one else. I have to do shit that’s going to make me happy, I voiced to him, and he nodded his head.

How Tory feel about all of this? Y’all got a baby on the way, and most of the schools that want you are out of state, Deqavious said, and I ran my hand over my face like I had been doing about the entire situation.

Troy was my girlfriend of many years. Easily one of the most attractive women that I’ve ever laid eyes on. I loved her because she tells me all the time that she loves me, and I never really had that before. Troy was the first person in my life to ever confess her love to me, so I felt like I had to love her. I mean, I thought I loved her. Because I was never really shown love, I guess it was a little hard to tell if I loved her or not.

If someone started shooting right now and Troy was standing on my side, then I would push her down and shield her with my body, so that she wouldn’t get shot. So, I guess that was love. Seven months ago, Troy came down to the foster home, and she told me that she was pregnant. I remember feeling so many different emotions that afternoon, but the biggest one that I felt was anger, and it was more so at myself because I felt that I should have been more careful.

Troy and I were two in love, horny ass teenagers, which meant that we couldn’t always make it to a bedroom, and I didn’t always walk around with condoms on me. Troy had a car, so there were times when we would get it in inside her car, and those were usually the times that we would have unprotected sex. Often times, I would pull out a little too late because Troy had good pussy. Plus, she made the shit so hard to pull out, especially when she was riding my dick like I was paying her for her services.

Although there were times that I slipped up and forgot to pull out, I was never really worried about it because Troy had been on birth control for the past year, so I felt that was all the protection I really needed. Who would have ever thought that that fuckin’ pill was all a fluke because it didn’t take long for Troy to get pregnant.

Although I was pissed at myself for letting something like this happen, especially when I had so much about to go on with my life, I knew that I needed to man the fuck up and do what I needed to do for my child. It’s crazy because although I played football, that was just a sport that was paying me yet. It wasn’t like I had a job, and truth is, I was in no position to get one because school and football were my life, and I didn’t have time for anything else. I was stressing over it in the beginning, but with all the shit that I’d been through in my life that I was able to overcome, I knew that I could get through this too.

Troy not really stressing me about which schools I should pick. She just wants to make sure that whatever school I pick, it’s going to make me happy and give me all the play time that I need and not keep my ass on the bench. She is promising me that her and the baby are going to be straight, so I don’t have to worry about feeling as though I’m leaving them behind if I decide to pick a school that’s thousands of miles away, I assured Deqavious.

He didn’t respond, he just nodded his head. Deqavious was my boy ever since elementary school. He and I had two different living situations, though. His mother had raised him and his little sister, Dedra. Although he grew up without his pops, I felt like he still had it made when it came to life. His mother was a doctor, so that put Deqavious in a situation where he was often spoiled with nice things.

I’m not going to lie, back in elementary school and middle school, I used to be so intimidated to be around him because he always had nice shoes and clothes, with expensive book bags, and half the time, I came to school with clothes and shoes that were too little. Deqavious was on the football team as well, and not to sound cocky or anything like that, but he was nowhere near as good as I was, and he knew that. Hell, he said it all the time that he was only playing because his mom was forcing him to get involved in some after-school activity. She felt that whenever a teenager had too much time on their hands, that’s when trouble wasn’t too far away. Deqavious was like the brother that I never had, even though he and I were like night and day.

Alright, bruh. I’m going to get at you tomorrow. It’s a big game, and I need all the sleep that I can get, Deqavious told me and reached out to give me a pound.

The game that he was referring to was the second round that we were in to get to State. This game could make or break us because if we didn’t win, it would be our last game of the seasons, and the last game that I would ever play in high school. I wasn’t worried, although we were playing St. Thomas, which was like the best high school football team in South Florida. Everything those white boys did was in some type of organized fashion. I swear, they got off the bus, exercised, and drank damn water to a fuckin’ eight count. I knew what I was capable of, and I knew that tomorrow night, I was going to turn into a fuckin’ beast on the field like I always did. Losing to St. Thomas wasn’t an option for me.

Drive safe, man, I said.

I knew the reason why Deqavious all of a sudden wanted to leave. It’s because we were nearing the cheerleaders, and for whatever reason, he and Troy couldn’t stand each other. I swear, they bickered more than Martin and Pam. The shit was mad annoying because whenever they were around each other, I always had to play referee with them.

Troy was captain of the dance team. Because she was pregnant and toting around a big, seven-month belly, she could no longer dance, but she still went to the practices because it was her that made up all of their routines. Troy could dance her ass off, and I think that played a big factor in how her ass got pregnant in the first place. Her dancing skills allowed her to ride dick like a fuckin pro, and that reason alone is what made it so hard for me to pull out in time. Troy loved to dance the way I loved football.

I was inches away from her, but she couldn’t even tell because once she got wrapped up in dance, nothing else existed to her and that’s the same way that I was with football. It was about twenty girls on the field, and they were practicing for the halftime show that they were going to put on tomorrow night for the game. Troy walked back and forth and around them, checking for any little mistake. I smiled proudly as I watched my girl do her thing because I knew that when I was on the field playing, she was doing the same thing for me.

My presence had gotten the majority of the stares from the dancers, so Troy turned around to see what had everyone’s attention. When her eyes landed on mine, her entire face lit up. She put her finger up, telling me to give her a minute, and I did, standing back with my gym bag wrapped around my body. Troy said what she needed to say to the team and then practice finally let out. It was going on nine at night, and all I wanted to do was get some food in my stomach, take a hot shower, and lay my ass down.

Heyyyyy, Rodneyyyy, the dancers called out when they walked past me.

I smirked, giving all of them a head nod and a quick wave. Just about every girl in Miami was in love with my ass, but I only had eyes for one. Although temptation was a motha fucka, I was faithful as hell to Tory. Damn right, I looked because who wouldn’t want to see some ass and titties? But I never touched because playing Troy would be like playing with fire, and I wasn’t trying to be beefing with my girl, especially when she was pregnant.

Don’t let these bitches get you fucked up, Rod, Troy spat.

I waved her off as I walked closer to her and picked up her backpack then placed it on my back. I swear, her little ass was so fuckin’ sexy when she got angry. Troy was little as hell, standing about 5’1", and although she was small, her body was very toned due to the dancing. Also, because before she was pregnant, I would bring her along to work out with me. Right now, standing before me in a pair of black tights and a black tank top, she was all belly. Her little butt was poking out more, and her A cup breasts looked as if they’d grown to maybe a B cup.

Troy was that red bone girl that Eric Benet and Lil Wayne talked about in their song. Troy had light skin and some beautiful, long, curly hair. Her eyes were a light brown color, and she had one dimple, which sat on the left side of her cheek. Everyone told her, including me, told her that she resembled Parker McKenna Posey who played Katie on the hit show, My Wife and Kids, but of course, the way she looks now and not as a little girl. Troy was this beautiful ass girl and had other great qualities, but her mouth would have run any man away a long time ago.

Although I never had someone to tell me that I wasn’t supposed to put my hands on a female, there were certain things you were supposed to know, but I’ll be damned if there weren’t a few times that I wanted to go upside Troy’s head. Her mouth was reckless, and when she got to talking to me like she was crazy, it kind of reminded me of how the women in the foster homes would talk to me, and I couldn’t stand that shit.

Shut your pregnant ass up, Troy, and let’s go, I joked, grabbing her hand and pulling her close to me.

I was sweaty as hell, with a muscle shirt on and some basketball shorts but that didn’t stop Troy from wrapping her arms around me and kissing my lips. I held onto her round ass and squeezed as I allowed her to suck on my tongue, more than likely tasting the grape Gatorade that I’d just finished gulping down after practice let out.

You want to spend the night tonight? My mom went out of town this morning, Troy asked the moment our lips finally pulled apart.

No lie, I wanted to be like Troy’s ole girl when I grew up. That lady stayed taking a flight somewhere, and from my understanding, she didn’t have a job. I was at Troy’s house more than I was in my damn bed because her ole girl was never home. I thought about the fact that I already had my football uniform and everything else that I needed for the game tomorrow in my bag. Plus, I had clothes and shit at Troy’s house since I was always there, so I didn’t see why I couldn’t spend the night.

Let’s roll out then, I finally said, and she happily smiled.

We walked off the field and head toward the parking lot and went to her car.

I didn’t have a car yet, so the majority of the places I went, I either walked or I took the bus. Troy and Deqavious were the two most important people in my life, and both of them had cars. It never made me feel any type of way because I knew my future was very promising. One day, I was going to have so much money that I would be complaining about having too many damn cars and not enough space in my driveway to fit all of them, so I’d just say fuck it and buy another house. I was broke now, but on my child that’s in Troy’s stomach, I was going to be rich later.

2

Troy Washington

Rodney was in the shower after devouring the three sandwiches that we’d just picked up from McDonald’s, along with a large fry. Rodney was in the best shape of his life, but I swear, that man could eat. The food that I didn’t finish, he scarfed it down with no problem, making me think that he was the one who was eating for two, instead of me.

This may seem like a fucked-up thing to say, especially since I love Rodney so much, but this baby was my meal ticket. I was pregnant by motha fuckin’ Rodney Wiggins, whose name was already ringing bells, and he was only in high school. So, imagine the way his name would ring bells years from now when he’s in the NFL. Yes, I loved Rodney for the person that he was, but I think I loved him more for the person that I knew he was going to become. I knew without a doubt that when Rodney made it to the NFL, I was going to be set for life. Around that time, I could only hope that I would be his wife by then and not just his girlfriend/baby mama.

I loved the idea of Rodney taking care of me because I would never have to work a day in my life. Yes, I loved dance, but that career wasn’t as promising as Rodney’s. Plus, if I chose to audition for the Miami Dolphin’s dance team or the Miami heat dance team once I had the baby, they weren’t making money like that, which is why I wasn’t really trying to further my career in dance.

I wanted the type of money that Rodney was going to be making. I wanted a closet filled with clothes, purses, and shoes like the Kardashians. I just wanted that life. That life that’s surrounded by glitz and glam. The life where I didn’t have to lift a finger to do anything because my husband would pay people to do that for us. I closed my eyes and smiled as I thought about the lifestyle that was soon right around the corner.

Fuck you in here smiling about? Rodney asked as he walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and beads of water still on his chest.

Let me tell you ladies something for those of you who may be inquiring about this man’s look; Rodney was fine in every aspect of the word. I’m talking, he could be fully clothed from his neck, all the way down to his feet, and my pussy would still jump for him because he just exuded so much sex appeal. Rodney’s skin color was the exact color of milk chocolate. When I’m down on my knees, and I’m sucking his dick, or whenever I kiss any inch of his body, I swear